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nicorobinmywife · 1 year

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I'm happier living with you. | GN Reader X Mihawk.

"Moria-sama is alive! Moria-sama is alive! - your big sis, Perona, flies around happily at the news that Gecko Moria is alive, of course, after releasing a great scream that echoed throughout the whole Kuraigana Island , even Hawk-Eyes had to cover his ears, already being used to the dramatic personality of the ghost princess.

"what's going on?! Perona?! - you were in the garden watering the plants and picking some berries, thinking about making a strawberry cake for Mihawk, but once you heard your big sis scream, you left everything behind and ran thinking she was in danger, not caring if Hawk-Eyes would scold you for soiling the castle floor.

you barely entered the room and Perona jumps on you telling you excitedly that your former captain, Moria, is alive, leaving you shocked.

two years ago, you and your sister were part of his crew, however, you never liked Moria that much, never going along with him stealing other people's shadows and using zombies to do his dirty work, the main reason you joined Moria's crew was just to be close to your sister.

during the events of Thriller Bark, thanks to Bartholomew Kuma, you and Perona got sent to Kuraigana Island, that's how you met him: Dracule Mihawk, the strongest swordsman in the world.

despite his reputation, he was kind enough to let you and Perona live in his house, you don't even know how he has so much patience to deal with you and her, but these past two years you couldn't help but become attached to Hawk-Eyes.

you've discovered a side of him the world would never know, he enjoys cooking, spending the day reading novels over a cup of coffee, he even enjoys farming, a passion you and he have in common, you feel happier living in his castle than you did on Thriller Bark.

you found yourself slowly falling in love with the Warlord, it all started when you became jealous seeing that he spends a lot of time with an annoying swordsman who looks like a moss-head, Zoro, you thanked god when he finally left and went back to his crew, he was nice and sometimes you found it funny how he was constantly getting lost around the castle.

keeping those feelings hidden for two years was hard, not even your sister could guess that you have feelings for Hawk-Eyes, you know you had zero chances with Mihawk, although he treats you so well, he probably only sees you as Perona's shy sibling, who blushes every time he talks to you.

it was impossible to know which was more painful: living with Mihawk and not being able to tell you love him, or going back to Moria with your sister and living a miserable life, your sister was so happy to get back to her captain while you weren't sure what decision to make.

Perona was so excited while packing her bags that she didn't notice you leaving the room, you needed to know what Mihawk thought about you and your sister leaving after spending two years living together, will he miss you?will he miss hearing your laugh? will he miss farming and picking fruits with you in the garden? will he miss spending the day reading novels with you in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company? or when he cooks while you just watch with curious eyes? you needed to know.

"I imagine your ghost sister has already told you the news." - Mihawk looked at you entering his room, as usual, he was sitting in the armchair with a book and a cup of coffee.

"yeah...she is very excited to get back to Moria-sama, and I'll go along with her. - Hawk-Eyes raises an eyebrow at your slightly saddened tone, realizing you aren't as excited as your sister. - "thank you so much for letting us live with you, Mihawk-San, I will never forget this place...I will never forget you." - you barely have the courage to look him in the eye, fearing he doesn't even care that you're leaving.

Mihawk remained silent, which made you conclude that he really doesn't care, he won't miss you, what a fool you are?you lowered your gaze and walked towards the door, about to leave the room, when Hawk-Eyes finally said something.

"be careful on your way." - you widen your eyes in disbelief, does he care about you? you nod your head without saying anything, but once again Hawk-Eyes said something. -"unless you really don't want to leave."

you looked over at Mihawk closing his book and putting it on the table next to him, he gets up and walks to the window, not looking at you, all you wanted was to admit your feelings to him, you didn't want to go back to Moria, your only place was at Mihawk's side, maybe going back to Moria is the best option, maybe with time passing these silly feelings can disappear.

"with what the world government is planning, the best option is for you to stay away from my presence." - Hawk-Eyes tells you that the government is planning to abolish the Warlord system, and if that happens, he will lose his privileges as a Sichibukai and become a wanted person like the old times.

hearing that, you felt it was more of a reason to stay by his side, not like Dracule Mihawk needed you to protect him, but you didn't want to leave him alone either.

"the best you can do is leave, I don't want you being targeted by the government for associating with me." - your lips tremble listening to his words, for the first time Mihawk shows that he cares for you in some way.

"I'm not going anywhere!" - you bravely exclaim with clenched fists. - "I don't want to go back to Moria-Sama knowing that I'm happier by your side! I don't care if I'm targeted by the government or the navy, I'm only leaving here if you ask me to! do you want me to leave?! tell me! tell me to go away and I'll go right now! - tears run down your cheeks making you feel pathetic for crying in front of him.

Was this how the two best years of her life were going to end? Mihawk was going to go back to being a wanted criminal while you live a miserable life with Moria, his crew and his zombies?

Mihawk finally looks at you with his intimidating eyes, walking towards you with an expression that is impossible to decipher.

"I won't ask you to go, because I want you to stay here with me." - his face comes close to yours, making you shiver slightly as you look right into his hawk eyes. - you're a fool if you think i don't know you have feelings for me. - was it that obvious? your face starts to blush, of course he's noticed, Mihawk is a very observant man, he's certainly noticed the way you act around him, and the fact that you want to stay with him willing to put yourself in danger and face any enemy instead of just leaving with your sister is just another proof of how much you love Hawk-Eyes.

"that's true, but that doesn't matter, you would never have feelings for me." - you muttered feeling silly admitting your feelings for a man who probably doesn't love you, does Mihawk at least ever loved someone?

"you miscalculated" - his pale fingers run across your lower lip as he whispers in your ear. "I got interested in you from the first time I saw you, that's why I let you and the ghost girl live here, do you think I never noticed how much you blush when I talk to you? or when you got jealous when Roronoa became my apprentice? you insult my intelligence."

a small smirk forms on Hawk-Eyes' lips, you lowkey got angry that he let you spend those two years suffering trying to hide your feelings, but at the same time, a wave of happiness runs through your body, knowing that he feels the same way about you.

"Mihawk..." - before you could speak, Hawk-Eyes pulls you in for a warm kiss, barely able to process what's going on, you thought this was just another one of your crazy dreams that you usually have about him, Mihawk was really kissing you, exploring every corner of your mouth with his tongue, his hands tighten around your waist, keeping you closer to him and making sure you don't leave.

"now you will have to explain to the ghost girl that she will have to leave alone, because you will stay here with me." - after finishing the kiss, Hawk-Eyes whispers in your ear, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "is this what you desire? stay here in my castle living with me? say it, mi amor".

"I don't want to be away from you, there's no other place where I can be happy, my place is here." - Satisfied with your response, Hawk-Eyes pulls you in for another kiss, this time with more desire and intensity.

you'll have a hard time explaining to your sister that you're not going with her, hopefully she'll understand that you now belong to Dracule Mihawk.

---the end---

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gloomy0x0phantom · 21 days

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Dracule Mihawk - Five Headcanons

『 01 』 S C A R

Mihawk's back is marked by a unique deep scar. In his youth, before becoming the strongest swordsman, Mihawk made a fatal mistake that brought him his biggest shame. He underestimated an enemy, miscalculated a move and ended up with a scar. It starts on his left shoulder blade and ends at the top of his right thigh. Fortunately for him, the blow wasn't fatal, but his ego was gravely affected.

Like all swordsmen, Mihawk considers an unmarked back to be a sign of strength. He intended to protect this part of his body until his death, but ultimately failed. When he felt the blade slice through his skin, but his heart continued to beat, a feeling of failure stronger than death set in. He didn't cry, he didn't scream, he just let the blood fall.

This scar is his biggest secret and, to this day, no one has discovered it. Cautious and calculating by nature, Mihawk is even more so towards his back. When he leaves his home, he always wears his usual coat and never takes it off. When he stays at his castle, Mihawk opts for light sweaters, but never see-through. He takes great care with the fabric of his tops, testing them in the sun and water before considering adding them to his wardrobe. Before the arrival of Perona and Zoro, Mihawk used to allow himself to sleep shirtless, but when the ghost princess came into his life, he had to change this habit.

Mihawk is the best swordsman in the world, and tons of people want to challenge him and take his title, but not a single one is aware that the man lives with a swordsman's greatest shame on himself. Sometimes nightmares invade his sleep to show him what his life would be like if the whole planet learned his secret. The nights he wakes up in a sweat are the worst, and he feels even more pathetic for dreaming such a reality.

『 02 』 S E W I N G

It's a hidden talent that's not really a secret: Mihawk can sew. It's something he learned as a child and came in very handy when he started training with real swords. Little Mihawk mended his own clothes and never asked anyone for help. Unfortunately, the older he got, the more skilled he became with his sword, so there was no longer any reason to patch up damaged garments. So he learned to embroider. Mihawk has always had a keen eye for fashion, especially elegant, high-quality clothing. He didn't always have the money to afford beautiful embroidered capes and shirts, so he learned to make them himself.

Sewing is an activity that allows him to relax after a long day's work. He sits in his living room by the fire, a glass of wine at hand and a sewing project on his lap. This knowledge has allowed him to develop a special bond with Perona, who loves designing her own clothes but isn't particularly handy with needles. He spent many hours training Zoro in sword fighting and Perona in sewing. Mihawk even bought a sewing machine for the Ghost Princess's birthday.

Mihawk will never say it out loud, but he loves the evenings when the trio are together in the living room. Only the crackling of the fire and Zoro's snoring are heard, Perona is concentrating on reading or pursuing a project, while Mihawk sips wine and mends his apprentice's clothes.

『 03 』 M I R R O R S

Imagine living alone in a huge castle on an abandoned island. There are strange noises, huge monkeys fighting in the forest and the days feel like nights. You're so used to being alone, you can't help but jump when you pass a mirror. And that's exactly Mihawk's daily routine. He's lost count of the number of times his reflection has caused him a minor panic attack.

Mihawk is used to being the only resident of Kuraigana Island, so when he walks and suddenly sees a silhouette in his line of vision, his body reacts as if an enemy is approaching. He's broken so many mirrors since arriving on the island that he's convinced he's surpassed 100 years of misfortune. It's a trivial anecdote for most, but for the swordsman, it's no laughing matter.

Following the arrival of Perona and Zoro, Mihawk has calmed down a little, but the ghost princess manages to cause him a few scares, especially when she decides to go through a mirror. Zoro is constantly getting lost, so Mihawk often finds him in particular places, purely by surprise. The two helped him get rid of his silly fear of mirrors.

『 04 』 R O M A N I A N

Mihawk have no patience for stubborn individuals with sensitive egos, and unfortunately, this world is full of them. In his younger days, the swordsman didn't hesitate to throw insults and respond to pointless fights, but the older he got, the more he found a much more effective method of winning those battles: speaking in his native tongue.

As soon as someone bothers him, Mihawk will start speaking in Romanian to piss them off in return. This method is very effective with Shanks and Buggy. He takes great pleasure in answering them in a language they don't understand. Insults, criticism, mockery... the swordsman has no trouble finding words to torment them. Sometimes, he chooses to say sentences that have nothing to do with the conversation, such as: "The sky is beautiful today", "I ate an apple this morning", "That sweater looks great on you, but since you don't understand me, you'll never know". It's very amusing and works every time. Buggy loses his head completely when Mihawk speaks in Romanian, because one, it's very charming, and two, it royally pisses him off! Shanks is much more used to it and has taken the time to learn a few phrases to better understand his arch-enemy.

Mihawk tried once to answer Perona in Romanian when she was annoying him, and it ended very badly when Perona also answered in Romanian and very angrily.

『 05 』 F A C I A L H A I R

When Mihawk decided to grow a beard and mustache, he strategically disappeared for several months, simply because he refused to be seen during the awkward phase. Being seen with a beard full of patches and a mustache reminiscent of a teenager was out of the question. Shanks would never forget that. He'd rather die than be seen in an unattractive state.

His absence gave rise to several rumors, with the most widespread being: Mihawk is dead. The swordsman surprised many when he returned even stronger and looked more elegant and mature. When Shanks encountered him again, he was flabbergasted by the change. He immediately pointed a finger at his rival's face and shouted, "Since when do you have a beard and a mustache!?" To mess with the redhead, Mihawk replied that he didn't know what he was talking about. He was secretly pleased when the Red Hair Pirates started gaslighting their captain, telling him that Mihawk always looked like that. Shanks dropped the subject because every time he talks about it, he sounds like a madman. “I SWEAR HE DIDN'T HAVE A BEARD!”

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 4 months

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Hunted by a sunless city that never sleeps (part 2)

Dracule Mihawk x reader. NSFW!!!

Werewolf!AU for the short series that began with Built a haven for your love (until I let you fall apart). Can be read as a standalone.

This is part two of five. This fic is dedicated to @alphaash99.

Title taken by another song by Beast in Black -Moonlight Rendezvous- since it's not part of the main continuity. Kuraigana Island is Mihawk's home in the manga/anime.

Shanks being in a relationship with his crew's doctor is an allusion to this headcanon list and then to this fic, even though they take place in a different continuity.

*****

Sailing alone along the Grand Line is not for everyone, especially by night and when one has, necessarily, to travel with a vessel no larger than a dinghy; many people, even experienced sailors, would be horrified at the mere prospect, citing the risk of running into an hungry Sea King, or a dangerous current, or simply to lose one's way and end up hundreds of miles away from the intended destination.

Not you, of course. Not for nothing you are the daughter of a pirate and navigator, and an experienced one at that; just as your mother prepared you for the day you will rule over your island as its lady, and your grandfather put a gun in your hand when you were just six and made sure you knew how to use it, your father was the one who taught you how to sail, govern a ship and find your way following the stars.

At first, it was mostly spontaneous, an activity to spend time together with and an occasion for your father to educate you, as a parent should; having been born on an island (and a tiny one at that!) travelling by sea has always been a necessity, but you never aspired to follow your father's footsteps in the world of piracy, and as the daughter of the island's lady there has always been a comfortable vessel, and a capable crew, to carry you and your mother wherever you wanted or needed to go.

Neither of you ever expected you would use your father's teachings to reach your lover and spend a few pleasant days by his side; still, you are confident he would be happy, and you are as well, since Kuraigana Island is not touched by any ferry line and it would be embarrassing to ask the sailors your family employs to accompany you in your little escapades. The little but sturdy vessel you have bought five years ago and also use in your job as a mercenary is more than up to the task, and by now you have sailed to Mihawk's island so many times you don't need a map anymore, without any major problems.

And still, every time, you feel the same emotions (desire; excitement; impatience; a deep and immeasurable joy) of the first, both as you prepare for your trip, packing a small bag with clothes and other necessities and a gift for your lover, as you sail towards his home pushed by a favourable wind... and finally, above all, when you see him, as usual waiting for you at the little pier, having spotted your ship approaching from his castle and come to welcome you. His solemn, austere figure stands out against the rapidly darkening sky, and he is not smiling, nor doing anything that suggests he is happy to see you or looked forward to your arrival, but he is, and he did, you know it, and that is enough to make your heartbeat accelerate.

"This morning I woke up and you weren't there." This is what he said, and hearing those words made you desire you could magically, instantly teleport away from your island and in his arms; he is not a romantic, your lover, at least unless he is not in the privacy of his home, and his bed, with you, but he has his ways to reassure you about his feelings and his commitment to you. He is a loner, taciturn, not to mention dangerous enough to make most people thing thrice before approaching him even for the most peaceful of reasons, while you are much more sociable and used, given your role as a future ruler, to be constantly surrounded by people, but the two of you have found each other, and spontaneously discovered you enjoy each other's company and presence, even before you became lovers, and this is a gift you will never cease being grateful for. He is the world's greatest swordsman, a feared pirate, but nothing of it matters to you: for you, he is simply Mihawk, your lover, the man you have given your heart to and who has gifted you his in return.

So many times, at your awakening, you have also desired you could find him by your side.

Mihawk knows you prefer to take care of the docking procedure by yourself, as your father once had you do, making sure your vessel is secured next to his, firmly tied to a bollard; only then he approaches, wordlessly offering you his hand to help you descend. Once you are standing next to him on the gangway, he brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back and then your fingers with something akin to devotion.

"Welcome, (name). You traveled fast."

"Thank you, Mihawk. I found a strong tailwind; and I couldn't wait to see you." you reveal, and that is enough to make a pleased smile blossom on his lips. He kisses your forehead, brief but affectionate, his arm snaking around your waist, and you rest your cheek against his shoulder, enjoying the chaste intimacy of his embrace, the quiet murmur of the backwash surrounding you.

The evening is cold, as it is to be expected since winter is almost upon you, so you gladly accept Mihawk's proposal to go inside. Your lover insists in taking the larger of your two bags, and when you take his hand as you accompany him on the cobbled path towards the castle, he wordlessly interwines your fingers, which makes you smile: you wouldn't go as far as to say the menacing persona he presents to the world is just a mask, but he has his moments, and you have learned to love that hidden, sensitive part of him just like you love the rest.

Once you have reached Mihawk's apartment in the castle, you happily take your gifts out of the smaller bag, and offer them to your lover, who obligingly accepts them. "There is no need for you to bring me gifts every time you visit. You gave me the sword less than two months ago."

"You house me and feed me." you point out as you take your jacket off, exposing both the elegant dress you put on an hour ago (not new, but one your lover has complimented you on) and your beloved derringer, as usual hanging from your waist in its holster "The least I could do is bring you something to reciprocate. And I like giving gifts."

"You are good at it, as well." Mihawk says as he regards your offerings: a bottle of an extremely rare red wine, that was gifted to you and you kept to share with him, and an embroidered coat, that you had the island's tailors realize with the most precious materials "These are lovely. Thank you."

"I'm glad you like them. Now..."

You are together in the apartment's banquet room. You take both of Mihawk's hands in yours, a touch of mischievousness in your smile as you accost your face to his, your lips barely brushing against each others; your lover doesn't move, full in control of his instincts and well aware you are trying to provoke him, in a game you are both accustomed to playing.

"And so you have missed me."

"Did I say that?" he asks without battling an eyelid.

"You said you woke up wishing I was there next to you."

"I said, I woke up and you weren't there. It was an observation, not the expression of a desire."

"Ah, that's a cruel thing to say to a woman who has just completed a long journey to visit you." you point out, affecting a wounded tone.

"Less than twenty-four hours is by no means a... mmh..."

He is unable to finish his sentence, but the joke is on you, since you tried to provoke him but you are also the one who gives in first, kissing him soundly on the lips, your body now pressed against his. Not a moment passes before Mihawk kisses you back, and his kisses are... well, exactly like him: fierce, powerful, uncompromising, and intense enough to make you dizzy. He holds you close to him, the fingers of his free hand leaving a trail of fire behind them as they gently caress the back of your neck and naked shoulders, and you moan in his mouth as his tongue slips past your lips, deepening the kiss to a ferocity that makes you quiver. Gods, you think; three years since you became lovers, you have slept together so many times you have lost count, and a single kiss is enough to rob you of any drop of self-control you possess. I will never be able to do without you.

"Please..." you moan, with a tone you would be embarrassed to have anyone else in the world hear.

"Please what, my beauty?" he provokes you as his lips descend to caress your neck.

"I need you. Mihawk, I missed you so much..."

Your lover grunts; he can feel your breast against his chest through the thin barrier of your clothes, and he feels the irresistible impulse to rip them off both of you... no matter how lovely you look in your dress.

"I missed you as well; so much." he confesses, his voice reduced to an intimate whisper; he had planned on waiting until after dinner before having his way with you, but suddenly he can't wait a minute more "Do you want to go to bed?"

You absolutely do, and you laugh happily when Mihawk picks you up, holding you in his arms as he walks towards the master bedroom.

"Am I not too heavy?"

"I handle Yoru from morning to night; I think I can carry you for a minute."

"Hmm, you are so strong..."

Mihawk's bedroom is, as usual, perfectly clean and tidy, sparsely but tastefully furnished. In the seven years since he elected the castle as his residence, he told you, you are the only person who has ever slept in it besides him, an accomplishment you are both proud and jealous of. He delicately lays you down on the white linen sheets, and then your lover is looming over you, not threatening but still powerful and intense enough to make you shiver with the simple touch of his hand caressing your cheek, his breath brushing against your face.

"I hope you are not too tired or hungry." he murmurs while he moves his hand down your neck and finally cups it around your left breast, squeezing just hard enough to tear a moan out of your lips "Because you won't get to sleep or eat for a while."

"What I am hungry for is not food." you tell him, lifting your knee to make your skirt bunch at your waist, and smiling in seeing his eyes immediately fixate on the little you wear underneath; two can play this game, and as usual, you want to prove your lover that you desire him as much as he, you "I want you, my darling. My love... please, I need you..."

You are kissing again while you help him take off his coat, and Mihawk's nimble fingers make quick work of the laces of your corset, which he then slips off you together with the rest of your dress, leaving you bare but for your bra and short underskirt.

And nothing else.

"Where are your underpants, woman?"

"I'm afraid I forgot them at home." you innocently explain as you arch your back, as if to relax your muscles and, at the same time, pushing your chest towards his face "I don't have any in my bag either. I'll have to make do without them as long as I remain here."

"Hmm, what a pity..."

You laugh as Mihawk kisses you again, and soon it is your turn to help him with his clothes; he is intense, serious and collected as he lowers you on the bed once more, and then lifts one of your feet on his shoulder to kiss your leg, first your ankle and then up along your calf and your thigh. "You are exquisite." he murmurs, and you feel his words reverberating against the centre of your body, titillating the most intimate part of you; you are already wet and ready for him, and feel pride, not embarrassment, in knowing he can see it for himself, since yor lover is a moment away from burying his face between your legs "My beautiful, alluring lady... imagine your subjects seeing you like this..."

You waste no time in telling him subjects is not the correct word to use, since your island is not a self-governing kingdom, and in any case they would be your mother's, not yours. You smile, your body tense and welcoming at the same time, more ready for him than you could ever be; Gods, how could you resist for six whole weeks without him? "Would you like that? I never thought you would be into public sex..."

"I am not." Mihawk admits, and then for a whole minute he stops talking, because he is busy using his tongue on you, and then his words are punctuated by the obscene sound of his lapping "I always thought... whatever happens in the bedroom... should stay... in the bedroom..."

"Mihawk..."

"Still, the idea of being seen with you... of having other men who have designs on you know... that you are mine and mine alone... and no one else could ever touch you..."

"M-Mihawk...!"

"I must admit... it is not unpleasant..."

Suddenly he stops, lifting his face to look at you, legs spread, hands grasping at the mattress' sides, face a portrait of pleasure and lust, while he uses his fingers to stimulate you.

"Because you are, aren't you?"

"W-what?" you stammer; should someone ask you for your own name right now, you don't think you would be able to answer.

"I said, you are mine and mine alone, (name). Or am I wrong?" he asks, as serious as if it were a matter of life or death; as serious, you think with a surge of affection, as if he could really have doubts about it.

The words leave your mouth without you realizing, or controlling them, your very soul and heart speaking to his. "Of course I am. I am yours, Mihawk, all of me, all yours... forever... my darling... I-I love you so much... please, please, I need you..."

A minute later the stillness of the castle, and of the whole island, is broken by your scream, your body shaking as the sweet torture of your lover's tongue pushes you beyond the edge - and keeps you there for a while. The orgasm he gifts you, without caring for his own pleasure, is long, powerful, like plummeting from a great height and then being grabbed, your lover's strong arms encircling you and saving you from the fall.

For a few minutes, your heavy breathing is the sole noise breaking the silence in the room; Mihawk lays on the bed, getting comfortable next to you, and you happily curl up against him. You can see traces of your release on his mouth and beard; little more than twenty minutes must have passed since you set foot on the island, and you are already here, naked and satisfied in his bed. Something you could not explain in those two facts combined makes you burst out laughing.

"I hope you are not laughing at me." your lover points out.

"Gods, no; I am sorry, I did not mean to offend you." you explain, cleaning his mouth with your fingers and then kissing him once more "Thank you, Mihawk. That was lovely."

"I'm glad you appreciate. It's not... something we have done often."

"We haven't. I know you don't particularly like it, but I must admit, you are quite good at it."

A murmur of assent is Mihawk's sole reply; you look up at him, your hand gently resting on his hip. "You want me to take care of you now?" you offer, all too aware of the pressure of his desire against your pelvis.

"I'd really like that. But..."

"But?"

"Would it be all right if we just... stayed like this for a while?" your lover asks, and maybe if you knew him just a little less you would not perceive his brief moment of hesitation; but you do know him well, and suddenly your heart is full of an emotion you never thought you would feel towards Mihawk, something different from the passion of your coupling and from the love you have long realized you feel for him. "I just... want to hold you."

It is tenderness.

Smiling, you turn on one side, interwining your legs and resting your cheek against his shoulder; a moment later, Mihawk's fingers are caressing your hair. "Of course. As long as you want."

You let the steady beat of your lover's heart lull you, not yet sated after the pleasure he gave you but at the same time content, at ease, in that bed that is not yours but in which you sleep as well as in your room back home. You wish you could stay here forever; but you can't, at least not immediately, and the fault is yours and yours alone...

"I'm sorry I can only stay for five days." you murmur after a while; what you are apologizing is not so much the short duration of your stay but rather the fact that you have to necessarily return home in itself, and your lover knows it perfectly "It's just..."

"... you can't miss the plenilune ritual on your island. I know."

Mihawk sighs, but he doesn't express his displeasure otherwise, which paradoxically makes you feel worse than if you had fought bitterly about it. You can't blame him for it... which in turn makes you feel the worst of women, and of partners, for the way you are keeping him in the dark regarding such an important part of your life. The plenilune ritual is a very important ceremony, taking place on your island on full moon nights from time immemorial - indeed, since your people chose that little islet as a refuge from the persecutions of the outside world. As the future ruler, you are expected to be present, every single time, which means that you can't make plans for those nights, especially not out of the island.

This is what you told him, the first time you visited Mihawk at his home; a perfectly logic, believable explaination, that he accepted, like he accepted and has always respected the fact that you have duties to attend to at home, like he has commitments towards the Marines, given his status as a Warlord. You know he misses you, like you miss him, when you're apart, and wishes you were both free to pursue your relationship and meet whenever you wanted. But he has never pressured you, nor he has ever asked, even though he must have wondered, why he has never been invited to visit you on your island, either on the occasion of the plenilune ritual or in any other moment; when you don't meet at the Marines HQ (and then spend time around the city, or retire to your inn room) it is always you visiting him, never the opposite. In three years since you have become lovers, you have learned to know Kuraigana Island well enough you could walk around at night and easily find your way back, but Mihawk has never seen the place you were born in and call home.

Does he care? Would he be happy to be invited, or would he consider it a nuisance to endure out of the love he has for you? Does it hurt him, like it would hurt you, that you have never asked him to come and visit, as if he were a sordid secret to keep hidden from your family and friends? Has this situation led him to believe you don't care about him as much as you profess, but only consider your relationship a pleasant interlude from your responsibilities as a future ruler? You dearly hope not, and Mihawk is the sort of man who always speaks his mind when something bothers him and he has never confronted you about it, but nevertheless, you feel guilty, and wish you could tell him the truth...

... that your presence at the plenilune ritual is not just a requirement; it's a necessity, to keep you and all the people around you safe. You can't tell him, or anyone else, no matter how much you wish you could; because you don't know how he would react, and you have promised to put the interests of your people before everything else - even before the man you have fallen in love with.

"What are you thinking about?" you wonder after a while, once you think you can safely change the subject from the delicate secret you are forced to keep from him; Mihawk is lying on his back, a hand behind the back of his head.

"About Shanks." he answers after a moment of reflection.

"Oh! You met recently?"

"We have. There was a boy he had told me about, years ago... a young pirate I met recently, completely by chance. I wanted to make sure Shanks knew his protégé had taken to the sea."

You smile, starting to gently caress his chest, his smooth skin, taut muscles, the thin line of hair starting under his navel and reaching the area between his legs. You know your lover is a solitary, stern man, earning his respect is a rare gift and his friendship even more so, but you know he is sincerely fond of the red-haired pirate, even now that he doesn't consider Shanks a worthy opponent anymore.

"That was nice of you, to track him down expressly to inform him." you point out.

"I had some free time."

"Of course."

Your lover's free arm closes around your waist, moving you closer to him; you smile as you take advantage of the proximity to kiss his chest, lingering on his left pectoral long enough to listen to his (still a little faster than normal) heartbeat. "I'd like to meet Shanks once." you muse.

"I can introduce you if you wish." Mihawk serenely proposes, which fills your heart with joy; after all meeting the friends of one's lover is natural for most couples, but the only mutual acquaintances the two of you share are a couple of criminals he fought in the past and then separatedly you captured to collect their bounty... and Vice-Admiral Garp. And once more, the fault is mostly yours, since while Mihawk is a solitary man who prefers his own company to that of most people, almost all the people you care about live on your island, that he has never seen... "Why so curious?"

"I wouldn't know; he's a famous pirate, and to have earned your respect he must be a truly exceptional person. Also..." you grin, glancing at your lover "I heard he is very handsome."

He looks at you, completely unimpressed. "He is spoken for."

"I was merely joking, Mihawk."

"Hmm..."

He knows you didn't mean that, but your words seem to have hurt him nonetheless; regretful, you kiss him again, and are relieved to feel both of his arms close around your waist. You and your lover have never had a serious falling out, but you know he doesn't forgive easily, nor he is quick in forgetting a slight.

"I was simply teasing you." you murmur once you are face to face, your body flush against his, your fingers lightly caressing his beard as those beautiful, intense hawk eyes regard you, seemingly reading your very thoughts "I am sorry if I offended you. You know I would never look at another man; why would I?"

"I know..."

"I want you, Mihawk; you and no one else. I am faithful to you, and no other man could ever catch my interest after everything we have shared. I would rather be alone for all eternity than lose you."

"I know. But..." your lover begins, and he sighs; for a moment he seems uneasy, as if he couldn't decide how to express what he feels "I know you treasure what we share; and I also know Shanks would not be interested in you, both because you're my woman and since he is in a relationship with his crew's doctor." he admits "I am not crossed, it is just... the simple idea of you with another man is too painful to bear."

"Well, then don't; stop thinking about it, and I'll stop teasing you, I promise." you suggest, and a new smile blossoms on your lips; it comes easy to you, when you are with him. "Say it again."

Mihawk's hand slips around your waist, lightly grabbing at the flesh of your ass. "Say what?"

"That I'm your woman."

"(name), we have been together for three years." he points out, a touch of amusement evident in his apparently detatched tone "Shouldn't the novelty have worn off by now?"

"I know, but I like hearing you say it."

"Hmm, if it really pleases you..."

He takes your chin in his fingers and kisses you, lightly, gently biting your lower lip. "You are my woman; mine and mine alone. I'll never allow another man to approach you, let alone to put his hands on this beautiful body of yours." he vows "And I am your; truly and completely."

"Mihawk..."

He's looking at you, still as you have already fallen under the spell of his beautiful eyes, but at the same time, it's as if he were thinking out loud. "I never thought... I could feel this way, the sort of emotion you usually hear about in songs and girls' novels. I thought I knew what pleasure and intimacy was, although my experiences had been rare and far between; then that day under the rain came, and everything changed. You changed it, my lady (name). What I feel for you, I'll never feel for anyone else; I'll never give up on you. Whatever happens, I want you by my side; and I'll set the world on fire to protect you."

Pause.

"I love you."

The need to return the favour forgotten, a minute later he is inside you, his strong and elegant body moving back and forth above yours as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, screaming and moaning as you avidly drink in the pleasure he is gifting you. You are not so naive, or romantic, to think that sleeping together gives a person some kind of power over another, but this (the intimacy you share, the desire you see reflected in his yellow eyes and expressed by his every touch, the way he gladly abandons the self-control and aloofness that so profoundly characterize him to let you in, the devotion in which he takes care of your pleasure as well as and even before his)... this is something you have quickly gotten addicted to, and that you won't be able to live without. You have given him your heart, which he will never give back; and that is good, because you know he'll always take care of it.

Your orgasm is approaching, mounting inside you as you close your legs around Mihawk's hips and lift yours, making him groan loudly; you are so open for him, so wet and ready, and give it to me, darling, you are about to say, give me all of it, I need it, I want it, makemecomemakemecomepleasemakemecome... but your lover anticipates you, taking your chin in his hand to make you meet his gaze.

"I want you to say my name." he orders; he is positively growling "Got it? As you come, I want to hear you say my name."

You nod, unable to speak. He grins, all too aware of the effect he is having on you, and kisses you once more as he slips one hand between your bodies, gently rubbing your pubis; that, it turns out, is just what you needed to slip over the edge, the proverbial last straw, and obediently

"MihAAAAAWKKK...!!!"

you scream as you come, and your lover follows you a moment later, once more protecting you from the fall as he holds you tight.

Later that night, after you have left the bed to reach the kitchen and prepare some simple dinner you then served your lover on a tray in bed, telling him he deserved to be indulged after taking good care of your needs, you happily prepare for the night. Your derringer, just retrieved from the holster Mihawk had let fall on the floor along with your dress and boots, is hidden under your pillow; your lover, who has slept with the Kogatana under his since he was fifteen, can only approve.

Naked as the day you were born, and perfectly at ease, you return the tray to the kitchen, and as you walk you back to the master bedroom, happily anticipating a pleasant night snuggling against your lover's warm body, you notice the smaller of your two bags, that you left on a chair after retrieving Mihawk's gifts. Had you not seen it, you would have completely forgotten the need to take your antidote, you reproach yourself as you open it, rifling through it until you find what you were looking for: a simple metal flask, that you quickly open and take a swing from, grimacing when the herb-flavoured drink runs down your throat. The herbalist told you a single drop of monkshood is enough to prepare the draught (not to mention that a higher dose would be harmful to your health) but it is also sufficient to give it a terrible taste. Nonetheless, you drink your usual dose, making sure to counteract the effects of the approaching full moon; you have brought enough draught for the five days you plan on spending with your lover, and as usual you will have to drink more of it the closer you get to the plenilune - a small price to pay, to keep Mihawk in the dark regarding your secret.

No matter how you wish you could tell him the truth. You sigh, contemplating the small bottle in your hand and wishing, for the first time in your life, you hadn't been saddled with this burden - something you had been happy with and even proud of until today, but that you could now hate, since it risks taking the man you love away from you.

Maybe I shouldn't let it, then, you muse as you put the flask back in the bag, which then you carry with you to the bedroom, where your lover is waiting for you, sitting in the bed with his hands resting on his lap and a blanket covering him from the waist down.

You leave your bag on the floor, failing to notice the way Mihawk's eyes linger on it for a moment. "Sorry it took me a while."

"Don't worry. Come here now." he invites you, and you obey, happily snuggling against his side while your lover finds a more comfortable position on the bed. The dark of the night filtering through the windows surrounds you; your legs are interwined with his once more.

"Mihawk?"

"Yes?"

"I love you too."

You receive no answer, but his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close. You fall asleep listening to your lover's heartbeat.

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #Dracule Mihawk #Mihawk #Dracule Mihawk x reader #Mihawk x reader #Steven John Ward #Bellona's stuff

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fullofgiggles · 14 days

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This post/fic is for my best friend, but if you’re not her and you’ve stumbled across this, hello welcome

@switch-writer

over the course of the past few years you have been nothing short of an actual gem in my life. from our daily talks, to our watching of shows, i can’t think of anyone else that i’d rather spend my time with. you are my comfort person, the one i’d go to for anything, and it blows my mind that a community like the tword community was able to bring us together and create such an unbreakable bond between us.

as i’m writing this, it’s been over a year since we met up the first time, and since then, you’ve helped me improve so much. whether that be mentally, emotionally, with my writing, with my confidence, etc- you’ve helped me improve every aspect of my life.

with that being said, since you’ve indulged me so often the past few years by reading whatever i’ve written, and even posting one of my fics for me since i was too scared to do it myself, i felt it was time to repay that. i’ve been a while revising this, screwing up rough drafts, and figuring out characters- all the while trying to not stray too far out of character. so without further ado, i love you so much light switch👹👹 and i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. it might be on the shorter end, but still😅

may not be as many twords, but i just kinda wanted to write soft mihawk :))

An unexpected smile, xox, Ghost Princess

Although a calm day on Kuraigana Island, it wasn’t unusual. The warlord sat comfortably on a plush chair, taking his time as he flipped through the pages of the daily news.

What was unusual, however, was the fact that Mihawk hadn’t seen Perona in a solid three hours. It was already half past noon and he hadn’t heard a peep from the pink-haired nuisance. Usually she’d have peeked her head in to pester him or argue with him by now.

Despite that, Mihawk couldn’t really complain. He enjoyed the quiet, and he certainly enjoyed not having someone pester him every five minutes. Just as that thought crossed his mind, he directed his eyes up and away from the newspaper.

Surely he didn’t miss her- No. Definitely not. It was just quiet, something he hadn’t been used to since before Perona had taken refuge in his castle. It was almost sad how Mihawk had felt from the unexpected change in routine.

Wake up, brush teeth, brush hair, get food- And there, sitting across from him at the table, was usually Perona. Every time she opened her mouth to speak or laugh, Mihawk had felt a part of him shrink away as his daily bout of annoyance began. But today was different- Why hadn’t she joined him for breakfast or lunch so far?

Again, it’s not as though he cared at all. However, the thought did cross his mind that he should check on her. And so that was exactly what he did.

Walking through the halls of the castle, the warlord took his time getting to the Ghost Princess’s room. Once he got there, he rapped his hand three times on her door.

“Perona?”

No answer.

He knocked once more.

“Ghost girl? I haven’t heard from you all day.” He spoke, half mumbling his words. He didn’t exactly care, it was just out of the ordinary to not hear her high pitched squawking at this hour of the day.

Despite his knocking and calling of her name, there was still no movement nor noise from the other side of the door. Finally, the warlord huffed and slowly opened the door.

“Are you even in here?”

By looking around the room, he answered his own question. She wasn’t in there. In fact, he wasn’t even sure where she could be, because the chances are that she’d say something if she was headed somewhere.

Mihawk narrowed his eyes in confusion as he thought for a moment. How peculiar. First, he hadn’t heard from Perona by half past noon- She hadn’t showed up for breakfast or lunch. Her high pitched voice wasn’t heard ringing throughout the castle all day. And now she wasn’t even in her room?

The warlord shrugged, closing the door as he began to walk away. She was an adult, she could handle herself. It wasn’t his problem.

As he made his way back towards his chair, Mihawk felt two hands grab his shoulders from behind. Though the feeling was slightly startling, he tried to not let that show.

“You do care! You even came looking for me and everything!”

There was that high pitched voice… The warlord sighed and closed his eyes, his daily bout of annoyance and frustration already beginning.

“I don’t care. It’s just not usual for you to be gone all day. It’s been so pleasantly quiet, I thought I was dreaming.”

“Damn, once an asshat, always an asshat.” The ghost princess sighed as she stepped up next to him. “Then why’d you come looking for me in my room?”

“Like I said- I’m not used to the silence. I was almost beginning to miss my daily frustration upon hearing your dog-whistle of a voice.” The warlord nearly cracked a smirk at that one.

“Okay-! That was incredibly rude! Uncalled for! You absolute negative nelly! Actually- I don’t mind the negativity, keep that up, but still!!” Perona huffed, crossing her arms. “Even I lighten up a bit sometimes- Clearly that’s almost impossible for you.”

“Most likely, yes.” Mihawk spoke, rather unfazed as he made his way back towards his comfy chair.

Perona huffed, straightening up her hat as she floated over to him.

“You’re such a sour old man. Too sour even for me.”

“You’ll live.”

“Seriously! I mean- Put a damn smile on your face every once in a while!”

“No.”

“I- What do you mean ‘no’?! You can’t just say no!”

“I can. I did.”

The ghost princess scrunched up her nose and furrowed her brows in annoyance. The daily arguments between the two finally began, and it was already quarter to one in the afternoon.

“You’re worse than my ghosts! Making everything around you depressed- You’re the worst!”

“Woe is me.” Mihawk sat back down in his chair, beginning to flip through his newspaper once more.

“That’s seriously all you have to say?!”

“Indeed.”

Perona huffed in annoyance as she went silent. Once more, the castle was filled with silence. The only sound being the occasional rustle of a page as Mihawk flipped through his newspaper.

After a few moments of peaceful silence, Mihawk saw Perona out of the corner of his eye. She was kneeling down next to him, her eyes glued to the newspaper just as his were.

The warlord paid no mind to it. She could use a bit of smart people entertainment, in his words.

The two sat in silence for a bit… that is, until Mihawk felt two fingers drill into his hips. The ravenette’s breath hitched as he jumped up and looked at Perona.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The pink haired one responded, a smirk evident on her face.

“That thing you just did. Why did you touch me?”

“I didn’t.”

“You’re lying.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not!” Perona giggled, standing up as she floated towards him. “Even still… you really do need to lighten up. Your gloominess really can be a lot sometimes. And that’s coming from me. That’s saying something.”

“I really don’t.” Mihawk responded, though he took a step back as Perona reached her hands for him.

The ghost princess snickered as she lunged for him, skittering his fingers up his sides and ribs, then scribbling back down to his tummy.

The warlord gasped, flinching away as he held back what he presumed to be a giggle… a giggle? That’s preposterous. Practically unheard of. He rarely smiled, let alone laughed.

“Oh, oh! I almost gotcha! Cmon! Smile! I’m literally doing the complete opposite of what my devil fruit does… isn’t that ironic?” Perona laughed, her signature ‘horo horo’ slipping through every now and then.

Mihawk, being the strong person he is, could have easily slipped away. But did he want to?

It was hard to say. He was curious as to what Perona was doing- But perhaps she was right? That thought was rare in and of itself, but still. Maybe he did need to lighten up at times. Shanks had told him that previously as well.

However, his thoughts were cut short as one hand squeezed his hips, and the other skittered up his back. That caught him off guard, and he quickly flinched away with a slight chuckle.

The pink haired one gasped, freezing as she stared up at him.

“Was that-“

“No.”

“Oh, I think it was-“

“It wasn’t. You’re hearing things.”

“Oho… Oh, I got a laugh out of you! I did!! I did! I did! Oh, I’ll never let you live this down!” Perona laughed as she squeezed away at his hips, occasionally a hand would scribble around his tummy or sides.

The warlord yelped, bursting into somewhat uncharacteristically soft laughter. Not mocking laughter, nor fake, but genuine soft laughter. Who knew it was possible for the famous Hawkeye to have such a soft moment?

Mihawk could’ve easily shoved her away as well… but he didn’t. Surely he wasn’t enjoying this… Surely he wasn’t having such a soft moment with such an annoying person-

But he was. He was having a fun moment. One that was a long time coming, and well deserved for that matter. Since he was someone who’s dealt with a lot, he deserved a break- He deserved a chance to smile and laugh.

“WahAHaiT- CuhuHut iHiHit ohOut!” The warlord snorted slightly.

“Holy shit! You just snorted!” Perona giggled, skittering her fingers up his ribs.

“NoHOho IhiHi diHIhiDn’t!”

“You did! Do it again!”

“IhIhI- NoHo!”

The ghost princess snickered, scribbling her fingers across his tummy. Once more, he could’ve pushed her away… he could’ve remained stone cold and blank faced. But he didn’t.

Perona had known that he’d been working hard lately. She’d known that he’s been unusually tired.

And because of that… she’d known that he needed a chance to smile. Perona wasn’t exactly known for her ability to make people laugh and smile… but this would do.

So for the rest of the afternoon, soft giggles and snorts rang out throughout the castle halls. From Mihawk, occasionally Perona, but what mattered was that they were both happy. And more importantly, getting along.

#sfw twords #tword community #tword content #one piece tickle #lee!mihawk #ler!perona #i love you best friend i love so much

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blacklegsanjiii · 1 month

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Thinking about how Mihawk sees his ASL in the Golden verse where Ace dies and is pieced back together by law and stuff but at the meeting he doesn't pull his kids to him and instead decides to let them come to him to explain on their own time. Ace, Sabo, and Luffy have all been sleeping the captain's quarters in the bed because they haven't done it since they were kids and it's good for them all to be together again. Sanji feeling left out but Sabo isn't his brother, he is his friend but they're not on the same level as those three.

It's also been so long since they've been with their dad and Whole Cake is still so fresh, as is Wano and Sanji isn't sleeping too well. Usually Luffy lays on him during the night or Ace but he's not going to interrupt their time with Sabo. After a couple nights of waking with cold sweat cakes to him and Sanji just giving up on sleeping he looks at Kari Barai from deck and decides 'fuck it' and sky walks to Mihawk's tent. Mihawk opens the flap and sees Sanji rubbing his neck sheepishly but Mihawk just lets him in. He doesn't chide him, just pats his shoulder as they lay down and sleep.

No one asks Sanji where he went because he's back in time for breakfast and there's a whole island there with a fucking circus so they just kind of assume he's blowing steam off there. The next night he doesn't even bother to head to the bunk room when he's done in the galley and instead goes to Mihawk's tent. They catch up quietly as they prepare for bed and Mihawk does chide him lightly this time. Sanji laughs quietly and shrugs. Tells him usually Luffy or Ace are there and Mihawk smiles lightly because his sons, even all these years later prefer to stay together constantly, so used to sleeping with other bodies and so many fresh wounds it makes sense.

After a few nights of this Luffy wakes up and sees Sabo and Ace beside him in the bed, quelling some of his fear of seeing his family dead but he needs to see Sanji. Make sure he's on the ship, but he's not and in his fear rubber bands to the island to check Mihawk's tent, anxiety high and his heart pounding with fear. He rushes in and Sanji and Mihawk look at him from the bed, they shift and Mihawk holds the covers open for Luffy to climb in. He does and buries into them shaking lightly as they calm him down.

"This is going to become a thing again, isn't it?" Mihawk asks.

"You signed up for this." Sanji reminds him.

"I did." Mihawk agrees as he lets Luffy burrow into his side.

Th next morning Ace and Sabo ask Luffy where he went and he says he went and found Sanji. Everyone accepts the answer and eats. The next night Luffy wakes up again but Ace does too so they go to the tent and Sanji laughs as they all cram into the much smaller bed than he had on Kuraigana. Sabo wakes up not too long after and goes to find his brothers and doesn't so now the crew is on alert as they go hunting for them. They feel the haki coming from Mihawk's tent so Robin, Zoro, and Sabo go in first and the crew follows.

They stare at the bed and the people in it. Mihawk is trapped under the three other men in his bed all passed out and haphazardly draped over him and the mattress. All of them sleeping soundly with even breathing. Robin points to a singular photo next to a chair of the four people sleeping. Mihawk is holding Ace and Sanji on his shoulders as Luffy is perches over Mihawk's head. All of the boys still fairly young in the photo and all of them smiling brightly, even Mihawk. The date carved into the frame is for a year after Sabo set off so they leave the room, Nami sneaks in and takes a photo before they wake up.

"So, you have three kids now?" Sabo asks at lunch with the guild the next day making Sanji and Ace freeze as Luffy keeps shoveling food.

"You have kids?" Crocodile asks.

"I've had children for years, and yes, after you died the two of them agreed to come to Kuraigana with Sanji and I." Mihawk answers and then he turns to Ace. "Who decided to keep the secret you were alive?" Mihawk asks him which makes Ace shrink into his chair.

"Marco and Law." He mumbles and Mihawk nods.

"You can't kill them, they're our allies!" Luffy points at Mihawk.

"Of course, I won't kill them." Mihawk placates his youngest who goes back to eating as Ace breathes a sigh of relief. "Maiming is still on the table however." He tacks on making Ace and Luffy yell and try to dissuade him but Mihawk simply eats.

"Just like old times." Sanji nods which makes Luffy's eyes widen and put his hands on the table and lean over it to Mihawk.

"The humandrills!" Luffy shouts wide eyed which makes Ace laugh so hard his narcolepsy hits and Mihawk catches his head before it plants into his plate.

"Terrorizing the Navy on Kuraigana." Mihawk answers. Luffy nods, smiling proudly as he sits back down and eats.

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace #vinsmoke sanji #revolutionary sabo #dracule mihawk #fire fist ace #sabo one piece #golden!ace #golden!luffy #golden!asl+s #golden!sanji #single dad!mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #strawhat pirates #straw hat luffy #one piece au

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gumpistol · 25 days

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hc + moon

luffy & zoro — the sun & the moon

this became less of a headcanon in the end and more of my own self-indulgent character analysis, but the first thought that popped into my head when I saw 'moon' in relation to luffy was "oh that's zoro — he's luffy's moon." where luffy is an obvious depiction of the sun, so much so that he wields a sun god's devil fruit, zoro is his opposite in many ways, as the moon is opposite to the sun.

in literature and folklore, the sun is a symbol of warmth, energy, heroism, joy, life, and an uncontrollable force, all of which are characteristics that luffy embodies ( regardless of how much he doesn't want to be seen as a hero ). in contrast, the moon is frequently seen as a symbol of guidance, wisdom, passivity, calm, and devotion. yes, guidance and wisdom at first glance are not key characteristics that people would use to first describe zoro, but more than once he has acted as an advisor to luffy, providing his own version of guidance and wisdom to his captain when filling his role of trusted first mate.

that being said, where luffy is full of energy, zoro is usually calm and low energy, and where luffy is the uncontrollable force that does what he wants, fights what he wants when he wants, zoro is content to go with the flow and follow whatever luffy wants to do. and of course, there is no one quite as devoted to luffy as zoro is.

frequently in mythology and folklore, the sun and moon are also depicted as deities closely associated with each other in some embodiment of a close relationship. in fact, a common theme includes the sun and moon traveling the world together, but at some point getting split apart ( to explain the concept of night and day ). this is something seen in luffy and zoro's partnership a lot as well, whether due to getting separated during an arc to fight their respective battles, or in the case of their separation after marineford, where we even see the day and night symbolism depicted in their respective locations apart from each other: luffy's presence on daylit amazon lily and zoro in perpetual night time on kuraigana island.

at the end of the day though, the sun always illuminates the moon. even when separated by the earth between them ( in the case of lunar eclipses ), the sun's light manages to refract onto the moon through the earth's atmosphere. in the same way, even when physically separated, luffy's warmth and light still inspires zoro to fight for him, and the knowledge of zoro's cool reliability in return is a reminder to luffy that he doesn't have to worry about his number two or the others when focusing on his own all-out fights.

anyway yes, if you made it this far, thank you for reading my little extended metaphor essay~

@chatcambrioleur / hc + a word prompt

#chatcambrioleur #❝ its not like ‘thanks’ are something i can eat ❞ — answered #❝ adhd thought dump ❞ — ooc #❝ i have to be stronger than everybody else…or else i’ll lose them all! ❞ — headcanons #thank you for sending this! i had a lot of fun with it #i am totally normal about luffy and zoro's relationship obviously #i dare someone to tell me someone more devoted to luffy than zoro #anyway godverse luffy is a sun god and is actually just Nika

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supermarine-silvally · 5 months

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AKSJAKSJAJS I need this to be in your version of canon, this is glorious -🍂

CANON ACCEPTED LOL I need this whole situation as a sitcom sooo bad now heheheh you've inspired me to write a short thing!! (below the cut!)

“You know what? Never mind. I can’t do this.” Yara turned around, but before she could step back onto the striker, Ace blocked her path.

“Nope, you’re not backing out now,” he told her, flashing her one of his usual cocky grins. “C’mon, Yara. We made it all the way to Kuraigana Island, so we might as well see what the old man wants."

She scoffed, taking a large step to the right. “I don’t care what he wants anymore. He can’t just send me an Eternal Pose in the mail and expect everything to be fine when I finally show up.”

Ace mirrored her movements, not allowing her to leave the dock. “I thought you wanted to meet him.”

“Yeah, so I could cross blades with him. Which I already did, back at Marineford. So there’s no point in me being here now.”

“He’s your dad.”

“He’s not my dad, he’s my father. There’s a difference. Pops was—” Yara stopped, noting the way Ace flinched at the mention of their beloved former captain. She sucked in a breath. “Shit, sorry. Forget I said anything.”

“Nah, it’s… it’s fine.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Pops would want… He’d want us to be happy. Make amends with the past, and all that.”

Yara stared down at her boots, kicking a rusted, broken piece of chain off the dock, watching as it vanished into the murky water below. “It’s not even the whole abandoning-me-at-a-convent-as-a-baby thing I’m angry about. I just can’t stand that he’s a member of the Seven Warlords. Any pirate who cooperates with the World Government is a traitor and a coward. I hate them.”

“You like Jimbei.”

“That’s not fair. Jimbei is Jimbei. Everyone likes Jimbei. And besides, he turned in his resignation and did the right thing at Marineford. Mihawk, on the other hand…” She made a face. “He was on the side of the people trying to execute you, so I’m not sure why you’re so relaxed about all this.”

Resting his hand on the brim of his hat, Ace glanced up towards the sky. “About that… It’s funny.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Funny? How so?”

“I thought I’d be angrier about the whole world knowing who I am. But I just feel… free. Like there’s a huge weight off my shoulders. I don’t have to hide it anymore.” He paused, shaking his head. “Sure, the vast majority of the world will hate me for it, but the people who matter most to me don’t. I’ve got Luffy, and the other Whitebeards, and all our friends in the New World, and… and you.” His hand fell back to his side before reaching towards her, twining his fingers with hers. "You've always been there for me when I needed you the most. Now let me do the same for you, Yara."

“Ace…” Yara said softly as he gave her hand a warm, reassuring squeeze.

“I… can’t ever get closure with Roger. But you still can with Mihawk. Now c’mon.” A teasing grin broke out on his freckled face. “If there’s gonna be a duel to the death between Hawk-Eye Mihawk and Hellcat Yara, I’d hate to miss it.”

#my ocs #my writing #oc: bravada yara #maybe i'll write some more if i feel like it lol some awkward mihawk trying to sort of bond with his estranged adult daughter might be fun #feat. a cathartic ace lives au #asked and answered #chats with alvita

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lxffy · 2 years

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26 with mihawk and a fem reader pleasee

❥ #26 — something new

reader: afab + she/her

word count: 328

notes: first time writing for mihawk! hope you enjoy! it’s also his birthday which is why I posted this today, although it’s not about his birthday :)

yin’s 200 followers event !

After a long lonely and tiresome trip, you had finally made it back to Kuraigana island. You intended on traveling with Mihawk for some business regarding the Seven Warlords but knew you had some things you needed to do that you’ve been putting off for a while.

When you finally arrived at the doors of the castle you and Mihawk lived in, you hoped to find your favorite swordsman only to discover that it was as empty as you left it.

As you walked through the hollow halls of the castle, it felt emptier than usual. The absence of both Mihawk and Perona made the doors feel further away and the walks to each room feel longer. Without anyone else there, the castle felt void of life.

You entered the shared bedroom between you and Mihawk and his scent engulfed you. It felt distant though, as he wasn’t here for about just as long as you’ve been absent as well. Even so, you carefully pulled off your clothes and fit into more comfortable ones before climbing inside the bed.

The bed felt big with Mihawk’s tall frame missing, but the lingering smell made him feel like he was right next to you. You didn’t know when he'd be back but you knew you wanted him to be back as soon as possible. You clutched his pillow a bit harder, slowly drifting into a quiet and peaceful sleep.

But before sleep took you away, you felt a warm presence behind you. Your back was suddenly pressed against a hard surface and two arms snaked around your waist. You could tell who it was immediately.

“Mihawk? This is new,” you said quietly, a small smile forming on your lips.

“You looked like you could use a hug, that’s all,” he simply confessed. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was content with the way things currently were.

It looks like the both of you needed a hug.

#mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #hawkeye mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #one piece fics #one piece fluff #one piece fic #yin.hits 200 ! — ✍︎︎

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glossytoji · 3 years

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Mihawk x Reader (subtle confessions)

Theme: Slow burn, fluff (?)

2385 words

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Exhausted from the marine's chase, Y/n panted on her knees. She was supposed to live a peaceful life but of course she got caught and tangled with the affairs of an old friend, who just so happens to be a pirate and the greatest swordsman- Dracule Mihawk.

"I can't believe I got caught up in your mess." Y/n panted as she slowly leaned to a wall. Both realized that the sun is setting faster than usual as the alley where they've hidden became increasingly darker than the previous minute.

"Are you alright?" Mihawk gently asked as he glanced at her form to his left.

"Yep," Y/n said, popping the P. Slowly she regained her composure.

"I'm parched, do you perhaps have water?" Y/n added and immediately Mihawk handed her his flask.

"Thanks." She mumbled and immediately chugged the flask, guilt started to crawl on her as she drank the flask dry.

"How are the Marines chasing you?" She then asked, confusion visible on her face and tone.

"The warlord system has been abolished." Mihawk said. His eyes lingered on her as remainders of light lingered in her face.

"What?! But aren't you like the three great powers or something? How about the world's equilibrium?" She rambled in disbelief and nervousness; she knew that sooner or later, the world would be dishevelled and would have to undergo chaos for the sudden and major changes in power. Although half of her is relieved- that such evil deeds of warlord pirates would no longer be swept under the rug- half of her is worried as well for the consequences of the abrupt changes.

Mihawk remained silent.

"I apologize for having you tangled in my affairs." Mihawk gently spoke. He slowly pushed himself from the wall and stood in front of her leaning form.

"No worries, remind me to work out or something," she instead said.

"I can't believe I'm THAT out of shape." She added, reminded by the harsh pounding of her chest as she was running earlier, she almost thought she's gonna die by just running away. Mihawk remained silent though his vision remained on her form.

"Are you hungry? Let's go back now, they're probably gone." Y/n said but before she could walk past him, a grip on her elbow hindered her from walking further.

"We can't." Mihawk firmly spoke.

"Huh-"

"They'd probably think that you're an accomplice." He interrupted.

"You RAN with me." He added, emphasizing in his tone that it was a stupid decision. Mihawk could easily obliterate them with Yoru but he decided against the idea of disrupting Y/n's peaceful hometown.

"In my defense! They were pointing guns at my tiny restaurant! Of course I would be scared!" She defensively spoke. Ironically, Y/n used to work as a Sous Chef at the Marines.

"Come." Mihawk said and Y/n wordlessly followed suit.

Y/n groaned in boredom, she knew that she has probably read all the cook books in his library by now.

A few weeks later she has found herself lounging on Mihawk's library, in his isolated mansion in Kuraigana Island.

"Dinner's ready." Footsteps had come to a halt behind the couch where Y/n is comfortably sprawled. The moment she has arrived here, Mihawk often insisted that he'd cook for the both of them, she couldn't complain though since she thought it's nice to have someone cook for you from time to time and Mihawk is an excellent cook too.

She immediately hopped from the couch and snaked an arm to his elbow. Mihawk didn't complain whenever she did so, she took it as a sign that it's actually alright to cling on him sometimes.

The time that they have spent together also grew on her. Although Mihawk doesn't talk much compared to her, she welcomed his silence and somehow found home in them; his silence never made her feel isolated because contrary to his preference on talking less, his actions speak volumes. Y/n sometimes couldn't understand, is she reading beyond the lines? More so than she's supposed to?

"You're barefoot." Mihawk suddenly spoke, interrupting the silence between them as they've walked in the long corridor towards the dining area.

"Hmmm?" Y/n hummed, still lost in her thoughts.

"The floorboard must be cold, you should've atleast worn something on your feet." Mihawk said. This time, Y/n's attention redirected towards him and upon doing so, she realized that Mihawk is already staring on the side of her face.

"Like what you see?" Y/n teased but Mihawk didn't budge. A playful scowl sprawled on her face,

"Damn, I can't even mess around you." She playfully rolled her eyes and shake her head as they've entered the dining area. Unbeknownst to her, a gentle smile resided on Mihawk's face at her question.

A year and a few months passed. Mihawk still finds himself with Y/n's presence. They've hopped from one island to another yet he could never be bored, not anymore. Through the time spent together, Y/n also noticed a different glimmer in his intimidating eyes yet nothing is said, nothing has been discussed. She didn't knew where she stood but she didn't mind at all because for her, the present is what truly matters; and she lives for that.

They decided to go fishing a few kilometers away from Kuraigana and while doing so, they've decided to use a fishing boat instead of Mihawk's signature ship. Since it's their mini outing, Y/n encouraged him to abandon his tiny ship just for the day- to avoid attention- and to her delight he agreed but nevertheless Yoru was placed on his side as they've started rowing.

"AHH! I caught one!!" Y/n squealed in excitement as she felt a tug on her fishing pole. A small smile lingered on Mihawk's lips as he observed her excited form pulling the rod.

"Um, a little help?" Y/n's troubled voice interrupted the silence among them which caught Mihawk's attention; Mihawk realized that Y/n is having a hard time pulling the pole. As Mihawk stood to her aid, Y/n was suddenly and harshly pulled to the water as she refused to let go of the pole. Mihawk's eyes bulged in surprise and soon after he finds himself diving right after she fell. Right at the receiving end of the pole's hook is a sea king, not as large as the ones on the calm belt but still big enough to eat a human whole and intimidate Y/n.

Mihawk -in his best of his abilities- hurriedly swam towards Y/n. This time, it seemed that the sea king plans to drag her on the seafloor with his tail now wrapped around her form. Mihawk's brows furrowed, pissed at the sea king and at his own carelessness (as he would call it). As Mihawk grew closer than he ever was, he noticed Y/n squirming and struggling to maintain her cool as she felt her throat and her chest tighten. Before she could figure out a way to let loose, a strong force has knocked the sea king before her, it was Mihawk yielding the haki of the supreme king a.k.a the conqueror's haki.

As the sea king's tail slowly loosen its hold on her, Mihawk immediately pulled her body towards him as he hurriedly swam to the surface for air. As they've reached the surface, huge gasps of air were heard from both although Mihawk's are more subtle than Y/n. Mihawk held her waist tight against him as he swam to where the fishing boat is floating. Harsh coughs are emitted from Y/n as small amount of sea water escaped her mouth. As they've both flopped at the boat's surface, Y/n still continued to cough and heave for air. Mihawk remained silent, an evident look of worry sprawled on his face. His frown worsened as he heard her sobbing.

"I-I'm so sorry." Y/n heaved out in embarrassment and in fear, she was terrified and honestly thought that she was about to die. A warm hand suddenly rested in her back and before Mihawk knew it, he was tackled in a hug.

"Thank you!" She sobbed, as tears continued to drop on his already wet long-sleeves- which already sticked on his body as if it's his second skin, perfectly hugging his sculpted form. Y/n continued to sob on the crook of his neck as she chanted thank yous and sorrys all over again.

"You're fine..." Mihawk suddenly spoke in an attempt to comfort her sobbing form. He held her tightly against him, one hand pulling her to straddle him as he wrapped the very arm to her waist while his other hand rested on her head, giving her small pats; he slowly lowered his hand to her back as he rubs it in soothing circles. His chest went tight at the sight, he knew he would never want to see her so distraught again and if he could do something about it, he would.

"I'm so stupid!!" She hissed as she insulted herself all over again. Mihawk gently pulled her face from his neck to stare at her face.

"Don't say that..." he gently spoke. He then placed a finger on her lips to stop her from apologizing and insulting herself; and he was successful at doing so. As she slowly regained her composure, Mihawk leaned his forehead against hers— both with their eyes closed and their noses touching as he continues to rub her back to calm her.

"I'm here... you'll be fine now. That won't happen again." He whispered in assurance; his breath softly hits her lips at the proximity. As he realized that she has calmed down, he gently pulled away and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. After the soft exchange, Y/n then rested her head on his shoulder while she stared at the intimidating and vast ocean while Mihawk continued to holding her tight against him as he leaned his back against the boat's gunwale.

The day went on cloudy. Both decided to return to Kuragaina Island and upon arriving on shore, Mihawk was immediately on Y/n side, surprising her as he suddenly carried her off her feet.

"Y-you don't have to carry me you know." Y/n meekly spoke with her arm wrapped around his neck to maintain a grip in their current position (bridal style).

"Are you cold?" He gently asked, worry evident on his hawk-like eyes.

"Not anymore!" She playfully expresses, now chuckling at her antics as she swings her legs back and forth, half-hoping that the swordsman would put her down in tiredness. She should've known it takes so much for the swordsman to drain him.

Mihawk chuckled at the adorable sight, the rumbles in his chest resonates with hers. Y/n then slowly paused from her antics and decided to boldly stare at his face. And there she finds it, the look that makes her want to curl up more to his warm chest. In those eyes, warmth was there and once Y/n got a taste of his patience, kindness, and warmth, she knew she didn't want to lose it.

"Are you comfortable?" The swordsman asked with a soft smile on his lips as he noticed the bedazzled stare from the muse.

"Are you cold?" This time Y/n asked instead. She realized that as much as she cared for the greatest swordsman, not once did she ask him about subtle stuff like this during their time together, she has always assumed that a big and notorious pirate like him would be unbothered by such. Y/n then gripped his clothed yet wet back where his muscles rippled whenever he takes a step further in the beach of Kuragaina.

Mihawk stopped in his tracks, slowly putting Y/n on her feet. Both of them have now stood face to face; with the sounds of waves crashing on the shore as ad-lib on the momentary silence. Mihawk glanced to his side, his eyes momentarily roamed the seas as a prominent smile pastes itself on his lips.

"Not anymore." He spoke then softly ruffled Y/n's hair, a playful glint in his eyes as he looked at her.

"Let's get you warmed up." He said, slowly tangling his fingers with hers. Y/n's heart felt warm at the gesture. The only time he ever held her hand like this is when they are rushing and escaping hoards of enemies and to have him hold her hand in a serene situation somehow softens her. Y/n stared at the now interlocked fingers and tightened her grip against his; the swordsman gently squeezed as if to assure her.

As they've continued to walk further, Y/n slowly untangled her fingers from the swordsman which left him confused.

"Why do you suddenly speak like that?" Y/n asked in curiosity, a bit nervous of her bold question.

"Like what?" He asked while gently walking beside her.

"Like I'm the most beautiful and precious person you've ever seen." She said, her breath hitched in her throat at her bold statement.

A smirk slowly reached on Mihawk's face at what she said,

"Why do you think so?" He said, as he moved a few meters ahead her, leaving a confused Y/n who had slowly come to realize what he meant.

"H-hey! Wait up!" She exclaimed, as she jogged towards his side.

"D-do you mean it?" Y/n staggered on her words. They've both paused from walking when Mihawk gave her a gentle and knowing smile that somehow reached his eyes. A light chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head and mumble "how oblivious."

He then continued to walk ahead.

"What do you want for dinner?" He then asked. Her heart flutters everytime at the question, something about the way he says it feels like home. Y/n realized that he's speeding up towards their home in Kuragaina, slowly leaving the shore and entering the woods.

"Hey! Wait!" Y/n exclaimed in disbelief and flattery. She felt like exploding at the sudden rush of euphoria and she knew that this just the beginning of everything she is bound to feel.

Hi! I know Oda had not really confirmed if Mihawk has conqueror’s haki but anyway...

#one piece mihawk #mihawk x you #mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #one piece

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intothehawkseyes · 3 years

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"Let me show you some things" / (N.SFW) Mihawk and Fem!Reader

i wrote this overnight. well i have some one shots with mihawk to write (some are ongoing) so i will be posting here soon.

so for now i hope you like it =) and if you like it let me know if you want me to write more of this scenario

WARNINGS: smut, (kind of) dirty talk, vaginal fingerig, oral sex (reader receiving), (kind of) knife play, corruption kink (not sure about this kink tho)

(the same image of the other blog but it's ok)

tag: @portgaslari 🌸

It was late when you arrived on Kuraigana Island. You docked the boat and made your way to the castle entrance. As usual, everything was dark and you had to sharpen all five of your senses so you wouldn't bump into a wall or trip over something and cause yourself some injury.

You walked carefully through the corridors towards your room, and when you got there, you noticed that someone was standing by the door, as if waiting for you. With eyes accustomed to the pitch, you recognized the imposing silhouette of your landlord.

"Is this time to get home?" was the first thing you heard uttered by that deep sexy voice of his, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach.

"I had an autograph session and it delayed my return too much because there were twice as many people as we expected," you answered truthfully, not understanding why Mihawk was questioning the time you returned home, since it wasn't something extraordinary to happen.

And, he has never shown any interest in your life or in you. Even if you lived under the same roof, you paid for it. He charged you rent precisely because you had a successful career and were very well paid. You even complained about being charged at the time.

"You don't help on the farm and you rarely wash the dishes.. No one is here to serve you, you lazy little idol," he said at the time, as you lay on the couch waiting for your nail polish to dry.

"You don't charge Zoro and Perona!", you tried to argue, getting a look of contempt from him, which hurt your ego a little.

"They help me and also have nowhere to go, unlike you who only sleep or go out to parties and come back whenever you want. And when you're at home, you're just taking care of your appearance"

"It's still not fair! You know it's my appearance that pays my bills!" You pouted, in a failed attempt to change his mind, even though you knew he was adamant in the word.

"If you're not satisfied with my terms and conditions, you can leave," he said menacingly close to you, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

That said, he left you gaping behind, and humiliated too. But his touch still burned on your skin, reminding you why you came there of your own free-will.

Back in the present moment, a candle flame flickered at the end of the corridor precariously illuminating the entire length of it and reaching up to where he was, causing his eye color to take on a very surreal amber hue, making you fearful to look at them.

"And was that good, Lil Singer?" he asked in a distinct tone of voice that you didn't remember seeing him use on any occasion.

"It was tiring, I need a shower," you said, kind of trying to shake off his inquisitive gaze. In fact, you wanted to run away from there because just his presence completely baffled you. You were very well aware of the latent physical attraction you had for him, which was even the reason for you to open your wallet and deliver a sum of money into his hands every month so that you could stay there (and in his presence) for a while more, and also the growing passion that insisted on burning in your chest day after day.

And the new nickname he gave you only got worse, he just used to call you "Idol Girl", similar to the "Ghost Girl" he used to refer to Perona. Now he had spiced up what you really did, it wasn't something vague anymore like he didn't give a fuck to it. He really knew that you were a singer and not just someone frivolous who did cute poses in front of a camera as you were used to hearing from people who didn't know your work.

To your surprise, and also your despair, he reached a hand to the back of your head and ruffled your hair.

"Your hair is damp," and again he caught your lie.

You had actually showered before returning home. You went to the autograph session on an island close to where you lived, so it was a quick trip and there was a bathroom there, which made it a lot easier for you as all you wanted was to get home and go straight to sleep.

But Mihawk had other plans for you.

"You can't go three minutes without telling a lie, what a petulant, bad girl"

It was unintentional for you to have closed your eyes when you felt his fingers caress your cheek. The touch was warm, but the trail he left was hot as an ember. "So bad I would like to punish," he continued as he slid the digits to your lips.

Your heart was racing and your knees were starting to weaken. You feared losing your balance and falling, but you knew he wouldn't let it happen, and just the thought of him holding you around the waist made you want to test it. But you decided not to because you didn't want him to stop touching your skin.

"It's not intentional..." you said in a thin voice, still with your eyes closed.

"No? You always have these lips pulled back in a sarcastic smile, and these eyes that are now closed always glow with mischief," he rebutted you, pressing his fingers to your lips more.

You tried to control your breathing, but it became less and less possible with his dangerous approach. You couldn't see anything, but you felt the heat emanating from his body making you aware that he was getting closer and closer to you.

"I'm feeling you cornered... Where's that brave woman who always has a sharp answer on the tip of her tongue every time I say something? Or where did the one who doesn't miss an opportunity to tell me insinuating things go?", and he kept cornering you.

It was true that you flirted with him a lot, but it was because you felt you were not reciprocated. You always spoke loud and clear about how attractive you found him or that he was the only man who could do what he wanted with you, but it was because he never showed any sign that he liked the shit you said or cared about the suggestive things you said near his ear in the late afternoon while he was reading the newspaper and drinking wine.

However, you were surprised that he was reminding you of these things. And that was making you completely embarrassed and nervous, because it wasn't a lie at all what you said. You lied about silly things, but used irony and double meanings to tell the truth about your feelings for him.

You only managed to mutter a few unintelligible words.

"Open these eyes and face me, I want to know where all that courage is," he ordered, and you shivered.

Fearful, you opened your eyelids slightly and felt your blood run cold in your veins at the sight of him so close to you. It looked like everything had cleared, even though the lighting remained the same.

"...Mihawk..." was all you managed to say and you saw the moment his jaw locked and his eyes sparkled brightly.

"That's what I want to hear when I've put you in your place", he said before holding tight to your waist and making it stick to his strong body, you only had time to let out a moan and practically soften in his arms, letting him lead you into your room.

And he took you to your dressing table, where he left you leaning there.

Your room was lit by the light radiating from the chandeliers, so it was possible to see him better, but he was standing with his arms crossed in front of you, looking at you fully, from head to toe, which made you even more shy. His gaze was intimidating by nature, but unlike that usual coldness, they now glowed differently. Dracule Mihawk was in front of you looking at you with an expression of pure desire. He wanted you, it was almost palpable. You didn't know whether to feel ashamed or just play his game.

But you wanted him to lead you, so you just stayed in the same place, but straightened your posture, making your curves accentuate more.

And he approached you slowly until he was glued again.

"You look great in this dress, too bad I'll have to take it off to get access to what interests me," he whispered in your ear as his fingers found the side zipper of the garment you were wearing. You heard the sound of the zipper opening and shivered as the air found the skin that was previously guarded by the fabric. Afterwards, he slid the dress down your body, leaving you naked from the waist up. You shivered all over the hungry way he looked at your body. His eyes in the candlelight were almost orange, like lava.

He ran his tongue over his own lip to moisten it, without taking his eyes off your nudity. He seemed to wonder where to start.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked you after a moment of silence. "Answer the truth, because if you lie now you might regret it later. I'm not kidding."

You felt a new twist in your stomach and your panties were already heavy with soaking wet.

"Yes…" you replied as soon as you cleared your throat.

"I could imagine...", the shadow of a smile seemed to take his lips, but it disappeared quickly.

Even though you were thrown at him, no man had ever touched your body precisely because you didn't like the idea of having someone you didn't like touching you. And since you've liked Mihawk all along, you've actually spent the years wishing only he would touch your body. What went against your fame, because all men judged by the lyrics of your songs and your almost obscene choreography that you went out with anyone.

But Mihawk could read everything that was hidden. Unbeknownst to you, he had already picked up on your lack of experience, no matter how hard you tried to act like a sexually uninhibited woman.

"... Then I can't have you the way I want" he said with some regret in his voice. "But never mind, I'm in no hurry to taste you," he finished as he closed the tiny distance between the two of you, taking your lips in a thirsty kiss.

You tried to follow his rhythm, but it was difficult because there were so many sensations to pay attention to. He explored your mouth with thirst and sucked on your lips like they were the tastiest thing in the world. And during the kiss you were able to feel the effect you had on him by the erection against your belly and it made you even more horny.

The skin of his chest against your breasts was one more thing and made you moan against his mouth, making him squeeze your waist and lift you up to put you on the dresser. With one leg on either side of his waist, you felt his hard cock against the fabric of your panties, and you moaned harder.

When he ended the kiss, you could already feel your face burning and your lips swollen.

Your chest rose and fell unevenly as you tried to regulate your breathing, which made your breasts follow and then he took the opportunity to pay attention to them. Mihawk held them tightly with his hands and squeezed them lightly, then released them and played with the nipples, sending a rush of arousal between your legs and making you even wetter. You tilted your head back and involuntarily spread your legs further apart in clear invitation to him.

And he very willingly accepted. You had your eyes closed when you felt his fingers run over your pussy, over your panties, and you heard a grunt of satisfaction coming from him.

You were reveling in the feeling his fingers gave you until he called you by your name, which made you immediately look at him.

It was the first time he had treated you in such a personal and intimate way.

"Why are you with your eyes closed? I want you to be looking at me when I make you come," he was inquisitive.

And you obeyed.

He even played with your nipples a little while the fingers of his other hand threatened to penetrate the fabric of your panties and have direct contact with your wetness.

You moaned in frustration and moved your hips to get more in touch, almost asking him to touch you right away, but he held you firmly in place and gave you a reproachful look, which you understood you should wait his time if you didn't want to feel his wrath. Even though you really wanted him to punish you, you were afraid he'd just walk out of your room and leave you there, all confused and frustrated. So you stayed quiet.

And he was satisfied, and went back to what he was doing, but this time he tortured you more, just running his fingers over your groin, not even coming close to the pulse point and the hot, drenched entrance that begged for him.

But the feeling was good and it made you even more excited, but you couldn't contain the moan when you felt it under the fabric of your panties, his finger stopping right on top of your clit and pressing it, making you contract and bring your hand to the his strong arm where you scratched. And he really liked your reaction, as he simply pulled his finger away again to repeat the act, but this time making a second finger insinuate inside your pussy, but only passing through the wet entrance.

You only felt your toes tense when you felt them tingle, but it was impossible to keep all your nerves intact in the face of so many new sensations being presented to you.

But you moaned in frustration when Mihawk suddenly pulled away, not understanding anything. You looked at him questioningly, but he didn't say anything to you, he just removed the Kogatana from his neck, leaving you even more confused.

But you understood his intent when you saw him peel off the bottom of the piece, revealing the sharp blade.

"Do you like these panties?" he asked you when he was close to you again.

"No..." you replied in a whisper.

"Fine, this is in my way and I'll have to cut it," he replied as he slid the tip of the cool blade down the skin of your thigh until it reached your crotch and then met the fragile fabric of your panties, which in question seconds was nothing more than a shredded rag.

Now you were completely naked for him, and he sported an even hungrier look.

He left the small sharp object beside you before pulling away slightly from you, making you feel completely exposed and vulnerable to him.

You wanted to close your legs and cover your nakedness, but his longing eyes held you in place, holding you the same way he had left you.

And he continued looking at every bit of your body, enjoying everything that was being offered to him.

And when he came back between your legs, he gripped your thighs hard, digging his fingers painfully into your flesh, making you moan in pain and lust. You realized that this gesture was his attempt to control himself, because now his eyes were glowing furiously, he looked like an untamed beast and you felt a wave of heat come over your body as you realized that only you naked had been able to make him like that. You hadn't even left the place or done anything significant to get him in that way.

You really enjoyed knowing you had as much effect on him as he did on you.

"If you knew what's on my mind right now, you'd run out of here and never come back, woman," he finally said in a husky voice in your ear, almost menacing. But fear was all you didn't feel. And in an act of courage and even stupidity you provoked the beast even more.

"I'm here for you to do whatever you want with me."

You saw him take a deep breath and close his eyes for the first time, trying to seek rationality.

"Once I've fucked you the way I want, I'll have no mercy," he promised and you shivered. You knew he was a man of his word. "But for now I'm going to take it easy so I don't scare you, although I know it's going to be hard to hold back so I don't lose control and end up hurting you," he said and ran his fingers over your lips after letting go of your thighs. And the spot where he squeezed burned, you knew it would form bruises there.

He kissed you again slowly, even though you felt him hold back. And during the kiss he walked with his hands all over your body until he passed his hands on your thigh, very close to your wet cunt, where he slipped a finger inside with ease and you moaned when you felt him deep inside you. At first he left his finger still there as he enjoyed the sweet taste of your lips, but without warning he started moving his finger inside you, as if he were trying to pull something out and you twitched against him. But he didn't mind and inserted a second finger, leaving a slight burning sensation, but it soon faded and made you moan louder. Now with two fingers inside you, he started the in and out movements, causing an erotic sound due to the humidity. You moaned against the kiss and he swallowed all your moans and made you make even more noise when he squeezed your left breast with your free hand, making circles with your fingertip around the areola, sending you more loads of excitement into your clit and making you almost close your legs, just sticking them with his hips.

His finger movements began to increase and the thrusts got firmer and stronger, hitting you deep and eliciting more moans.

When you thought you couldn't get any more turned on, he used his thumb to tease your clit which made you part your lips to let out a loud moan and arch your back and your breasts get even closer to his face. You knew he wouldn't like that under any other circumstance, but as you exposed the pretty bust, he didn't mind and simply accepted the invitation, burying his face in the valley between your breasts and reveling in the gift. He sucked and bit down on everything in front of him, turning you into a mess of moans and pleas.

He turned his eyes to you and liked what he saw, you completely surrendered to him was all he needed to feel his erection ache inside his pants. But he couldn't do anything about it, as for now he could only feel you with his fingers and his mouth.

When your first orgasm came, he was sucking on your neck and working his fingerprint on your clit and his fingers deep inside you, curling at the tips and scraping the spongy wet wall. You shivered and moaned loudly as you called his name, making him smile with satisfaction.

You were a good girl, after all, and that deserved an award – but you didn't need to know you were being awarded.

He withdrew his fingers from inside you, unglued his lips from your neck and was running his nose over your entire body, enjoying the wonderful smell that exhaled from you, until he reached that area that throbbed with recent orgasms. And without waiting for the spasm to pass, he ran his tongue across the area, making you gasp and bring your hands to his hair, pulling it hard. He grunted in response and reciprocated by sticking his tongue in your entrance to sip everything you had to offer. He stayed there for some time before returning to the clitoris where he stimulated it with the muscle more times to make you come over and over again. When you couldn't take it anymore and couldn't even pronounce his name correctly, he dropped you and stood in front of you, running his fingers through the welts you had left on his neck the times you scratched him in yet another orgasm .

You even feared he would do something about it, but you were surprised with him picking you up gently and taking you to the bed where he laid you gently.

"Now sleep well," was the only thing he said before heading to the dressing table to pick up the Kogatana and put it back around his neck.

"And you? Let me make you come too," you asked, already getting up.

"No," his tone stopped you. "You're going to make me come, yes, but not today. That was just the beginning, and I'll come to collect you for the debt you acquired from me", and with that, he walked towards the door where he left and closed it, without saying goodbye .

You kept looking at the place, now the morning light was already illuminating the room better, when you heard the familiar voice of the other resident of the castle.

"What were you doing in her room?" Perona asked, but you didn't hear an answer from him. "Hey! I asked you a question!" and nothing again. And then you only heard her mumble that she would ask you later what had happened.

After that, everything was absolutely silent, except in your head that was noisy due to what had just happened and now that you realized that you were fucked by the fingers of Dracule Mihawk running the risk of being caught by Perona or Zoro since the door was open all the time.

#mihawk x reader #mihawk imagine #mihawk x you #one piece imagine #one piece mihawk #op boys imagine #reader is lucky #we're lucky #here mihawk would get down on his knees for us sz

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 4 months

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Hunted by a sunless city that never sleeps (part 5)

Dracule Mihawk x reader. NSFW!!!

Werewolf!AU for the short series that began with Built a haven for your love (until I let you fall apart). Can be read as a standalone.

This is part five of five. This fic is dedicated to @alphaash99.

Title taken by another song by Beast in Black -Moonlight Rendezvous- since it's not part of the main continuity. Kuraigana Island is Mihawk's home in the manga/anime.

Shanks being in a relationship with his crew's doctor is an allusion to this headcanon list and then to this fic, even though they take place in a different continuity.

*****

Until a few years ago, Mihawk would have thought there is nothing left in the world capable of surprising him; then you came into his life, and he realized he had been wrong.

Today, he stands corrected for the second time, because while he had been aware of the existence of werewolves for years, and the surprise of discovering you were one had also worn off, seeing it happen in front of his own eyes is a different matter - one that, just like everything that concerns you, enchants him.

His breath caught in his throat as he observed you shift, your naked body, almost as familiar as his own, turning in that of a huge she-wolf, with thick fur, a long tail and a full set of fangs capable to easily maul an elk - or a man. Had someone described the scene to him, your lover would have deemed it a nightmarish scene; instead, there is something elegant in the whole process, a painless naturality that reminds him less of a forced transformation and more of the relief of someone slipping off an heavy armor... a return to the roots, to the visceral and intimate nature of oneself. It was beautiful to see, as if he were witnessing fresh and pure water wash the filth away from your body; it was something he wished, for a fleeting moment, that he could experience himself.

And then you started growling.

You have assured him that while wolves are predators, and used to fight among them for leadership within a pack, your quadrupedal selves are usually quite gentle, both among them and with the humans who live on the island. On the other hand, there is a reason why you have seen fit to equip him with both Yoru and your derringer, a reason Mihawk realizes was much less unlikely than he had hoped when he sees the she-wolf growl, crouching down: he has no experience with wolves, but he easily realizes the beast is preparing to pounce... and he is the designated prey.

You are clearly not recognizing him, or even just understanding he is a friend and not someone who poses a danger to you. "(name)." he softly calls out, keeping his voice down so as not to scare you and hoping you can still understand his words, or at least recognize his timbre "(name), it is me; Mihawk. You know me. You love me. Please..."

A growl escapes through your bared fangs as you start to advance towards him; if you were to bite him, Mihawk estimates, you could easily tear his arm off - which, as human-you had correctly guessed, would be a fate worse than death. Still, he doesn't fear you; he never could, and he sees your eyes following his movements as he slowly kneels, leaving first Yoru and then your derringer on the floor.

"I don't want to hurt you; and I won't." he promises. He doesn't know whether your wolf mind can make sense of his actions and consequently recognize him as an ally, but he has faith in you, in your strength and intelligence and will power, and while no one could ever accuse him of being a romantic, he knows what the two of you share, and have built together, is true and deep and powerful enough to remain with you even in your current state "Please. (name), you know me. I love you. Here..."

He is not afraid, especially not of you, even though he recognizes the danger he is in, as he slowly extends his hand towards you until his fingers are close enough to your snout you can smell them - or bite them. "Smell me. Maybe you don't remember who I am, but you know I am your friend."

The wolf's threatening growl descends in a questioning yelp. You had been mistaken, there is a way out from that dusty, smelly place, and it is behind the two-legged creature in front of you, standing as if to forbid you from reaching it. You would have expected him to run away (the wolf inside you knows how dangerous she is, much larger than the normal specimen of her kind and strong enough to fell even the largest bison or bear by herself) or to attack, but he doesn't; he just stands there, as if waiting, looking at you with an intent you are unable to recognize.

Who is he? What does he want from you? Does he not know you could kill him, especially after he leaves on the grounds the things he is holding in his front paws, objects your wolf mind doesn't have a name for but that you know he could use to hurt and kill you. It would be as if you took out your fangs and claws before approaching him; why is he abandoning his defenses? And why is he now offering you his paw...?

His scent hits your nostrils a moment later; it is vaguely unpleasant, like that of all of his kind, but after a minute, when without realizing you have walked up to him until your nose is almost pressed against his fingers (he has no claws, poor thing; how does he hold a prey in his paws without them? And what if he has to scratch a pack-mate who is bothering him?), you suddenly realize it is familiar - he smells familiar, as if you had already met, as if you knew each other...

... as if you could trust him. The feeling explodes in your heart, sudden and unexpected enough to disorient you, and your wolf mind cannot make sense of it, cannot remember the years you have spent together, the intimacy and trust and respect between you, but you feel it, as sure as you are of the ground under your paws or of the colour of your fur: he is not a member of your pack, or even just of your kin, but you know him and he knows you, and you trust him, he won't hurt you and you don't want to hurt him, quite the opposite in fact...

His eyes are unlike those of any two-legged creature you have ever met, yellow and deep like those of the birds you sometimes see perched on the branches of the highest trees, powerful and quick predators despite their diminutive size. They are beautiful, and before you know it they have enchanted you long enough to allow the creature (the man, this is the word you should use; he is a human, and a male, so man is what you should call him) to rest his front paw on your face, caressing your fur in a gesture you had never experienced before, but whose gentleness is enough to make you quiver.

"(name), I would never hurt you." Mihawk murmurs; the fur under his hand is much softer than he expected, and your eyes are still the ones he has fallen in love with "Do you know who I am?"

You cannot understand his call, but you easily perceive the emotion behind it, and you do know him, well enough you cannot believe you didn't recognize him sooner, and the fact that you belong to different species has no importance, because you know what he is, who he is...

Mate, you whine; you knows he can't understand you, that he can't perceive the intimacy of that call, the one you would utter during a courtship, when you and your companion would groom and nibble each other's coats and sleep pressed together, or after you have found a spot far away from the rest of the pack to share the warmth of your bodies and forget about the rest of the world. He is your mate and you are his, you are safe with him and, most importantly, he is safe with you.

Mihawk smiles as he observes the large she-wolf crouch down next to him, her head pressing against his thigh in an evident gesture of affection. She cannot talk, and she doesn't need to; her eyes speak well enough. His lover is a werewolf, he reflects; he'll have to ask Shanks' doctor for pointers.

"I knew you could do it." he murmurs, before cautiously lowering himself on the floor; he doubts his bed could hold the wolf's weight, and he could never make you sleep on the floor next to him like a lapdog "You are beautiful; you did very well."

You whine contently and lick his hands, before resting your head on his lap; your mate grins, and hides his face in your fur.

*****

The sun has risen only ten minutes ago when your transponder snail, placed on the little table next to the bed on which Mihawk has just gently laid you down, rings. Your partner hesitates only for a moment before picking up; he wants you to rest, after the stress and the anxiety of last night, and he knows you would want him to reassure the person at the other hand of the line.

"Hello."

"Where is (name)?" a feminine voice asks after a moment of uncertainty; she sounds mature, refined, and clearly anxious "Who am I talking to?"

"This is Dracule Mihawk. She is resting now, lady Veressa." he explains; your lover has never spoken to your mother, let alone met her in person, but he expected her to call to make sure you were all right, as soon as she was able to talk... and had hands with which to hold a receiver "She has just shifted back to human."

"Is she... all right?"

"(name) is safe; she did very well last night. She was concerned she would not recognize me and attack, since she was alone and in a place she had never shifted in before, but she knew me almost immediately, and was able to keep her instincts at bay."

A moment of silence follows, as if the woman, who you have always described as rational and strong-willed, capable to keep her cool even in the most dangerous situations, were so overwhelmed with relief to be unable to speak.

"Are you sure?" she insists in the end, and normally Mihawk would not suffer lightly someone accusing him of lying, but given the circumstances, he decides he can make an exception.

"She is absolutely unhurt; she told me she was going to call you herself, but she fell asleep. Would you like me to wake her?"

Your mother, finally reassured, says there is no need, since you will surely call as soon as you wake. "She is always groggy when she wakes up after shifting." she adds, a smile in her voice; then, in a murmur: "Thank you, Mihawk. She was so scared she was going to hurt you, and being alone during the plenilune is... well, hard for our people. Thank you for keeping her safe; I'm glad you were there with her."

Your lover tells her she has nothing to thank him for; they exchange goodbyes before closing the call, and a minute later your lover has joined you on the bed where you are sleeping peacefully, wrapped in your robe, your chest gently rising and falling with your breath. You spent a lovely, albeit somewhat unusual, night together, enjoying the quiet of the cool night around the island, as you happily explored the woods and chased after squirrels and other small animals. When in the end a raccoon had the misfortune of crossing your path, you bolted after him, easily capturing and killing him with your fangs; Mihawk, not at all repulsed, smiled when you triumphantly brought back your prey to him, like a dog expecting to be complimented for a trick. He observed you eat, you let him clean the blood off your face fur, and then rested with your head on his lap as he sat on a large stone, observing the full moon and carding his fingers through your fur.

It was a good night, a peaceful night, that had taught him, if ever he needed it, that the two of you didn't need words to be in harmony with each other. He has no idea how many more days you can stay, since sooner or later you will have to return home to your duties; deciding he may as well enjoy the time you have left together, he leaves his clothes on a chair and slips under the blanket next to you. The full moon has by now fully disappeared behind the horizon, until the next plenilune, but he has closed the shutters of all the windows, a tranquil darkness now bathing the room.

"Your mother called. I told her you were all right."

"Thank you; I'll call her back..."

You smile, lifting a leg around his waist to keep Mihawk closer to you. "You know, many humans whose partner is a werewolf end up being changed themselves." you murmur "It is not compulsory, and since we are mortal and have the same life expectancy as everyone else, as opposed to what happens with vampires, there is no real need, but many couples decide to do it all the same to share the experience."

"I understand."

The question -the offer- remains unspoken in the air above you, but too evident for any of you to deny it; you can see the pensive look on Mihawk's face as his hand lightly caresses your arm.

"I'd be curious to experience it at least once." he confesses in the end "Unfortunately this is not how it works, right?"

"It isn't; if I bite you, and you become a werewolf, you'll turn every single plenilune from then on, and there is no way to go back."

"I see..."

A minute passes, a minute during which you force yourself to remain silent, instead of trying to influence him - of begging him to let you give him a gift that would make your bond even deeper and everlasting than it already is. Oh, please... please, let me turn you... let me show you what it really means to be alive...

"I'll think about it." your lover promises in the end, and you nod; it is the answer you expected, albeit not the one you had hoped for, and you make sure to tell him the offer remains open, as long as you both live. For now at least, that is enough.

"Thanks for what you did." you murmur against his throat, your teeth barely brushing against the tender skin "I was scared, and confused... but having you there made everything easier. I'm sorry if I never told you the truth."

"I would have kept your secret whatever the price. And I will now."

"I know; sorry, it's just..."

"It's all right." Mihawk cuts you off. He doesn't like, nor does he see a reason for, long explanations and declarations of regret; he understands the reason behind your choice, he doesn't blame you for it, and for him that's enough "I'm just glad you don't need to keep it secret anymore."

You silently agree; again, silence envelops you, until...

"Mihawk?

"Yes."

You bite your lip; fortunately your human teeth cannot injure you. "I was thinking, one day..."

"I said yes." he reminds you as he moves searching for a comfortable position on the bed; he is not smiling, but you can feel the amusement in his voice "I'd be happy to come to your island, and to meet your mother."

"... really?"

"Of course, why not?"

You grin, your heart bursting with happiness. Mihawk sighs contently; he kisses your brows and closes his eyes, holding you as he lets himself fall asleep, confident that when he wakes, he'll find you still there next to him.

"Wait... did you say vampires?"

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #Dracule Mihawk #Dracule Mihawk x reader #Mihawk #Mihawk x reader #Steven John Ward #Bellona's stuff

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silenceofthecookies · 3 years

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Can I get some headcanons for Law, Zoro and Sanji with a goth girlfriend?

Hi Anon! Sure you can! Sorry this one took so long, I was really struggling to write this. I usually do a little research for fics like this, but there’s so many types of goths and for every person who says goth is something, there’s another person who says it isn’t, so I had some trouble figuring out what was true and what was not. I got a little help from a friend and now I managed to finish this! I hope you enjoy!

Law

Law respects you for dressing the way you do. He makes his own crew wear these ugly jumpsuits and he himself can’t set foot outside of his room without at least one article of clothing that screams ‘Heart pirates’ so he has little sense of style himself. Seeing you in your dark, beautiful clothes is a nice change of view and definitely a good view.

He rather likes it. It’s not something he wants to try himself, but he thinks it’s a beautiful style on you. He can’t help but wonder what those clothes would look like with the Heart pirates jolly roger though, preferably stitched on it with yellow thread. If you let him know you’d like some branded clothes like him, he’ll arrange for something. If not, he’ll respect your decision.

Law can easily watch you in silence the whole time as you get ready in the morning. He thinks it’s fascinating to see the process, to see you change from your usual beauty to an added beauty from your style.

He kinda likes the music as well. It’s not the kind of music he’d put on himself, but he won’t tell you to turn it off- unless you play it too loud when he’s trying to concentrate of course.

If you get people making nasty remarks about your style, their heads will be flying, literally. Law will use his powers to take their heads off and throw them as far as he can or he’ll let you if you’d like to give it a try. He knows very well you can fend for yourself, but he can’t help but interfere. He wants to make you feel like you’re safe and comfortable with him, even if it pisses you off sometimes.

Zoro

Zoro doesn’t mind your style at all. You remind him of Mihawk and Perona, so he’s used to it. That doesn’t mean he gets it though. Zoro is a walking fashion disaster. All clothes in his closet are picked to be comfortable and easy to move in, and he doesn’t care too much about how well they look or if they match. Sure, he may be wearing kimono’s now, which is also a style on its own, but at least kimono’s are comfortable. Zoro is a practical man, and aesthetics are lost on him.

He won’t stop you though, not at all. Even if he doesn’t get it, he thinks it looks pretty on you, and if it makes you happy, you should wear it.

If anyone bothers you about your style or insults you for it, their pants will drop to their ankles, as if by magic. It’s not though, it’s just Zoro secretly and quickly slicing their belts. Nothing harmful, but enough to get them to shut up and make them feel as stupid as they are.

If the opportunity comes up, Zoro will somewhat reluctantly introduce you to Perona and/or Mihawk. He knows it’s going to be a pain if you become friends with Perona or get along with Mihawk, but he thinks it’ll be nice for you to meet someone with the same interests, since he can’t really talk with you about that kind of stuff.

Zoro does not like the music. He’s heard it before on Kuraigana Island, it’s just not his thing. But exactly because he’s used to it already, he won’t comment on it or tell you to turn it off when you’re listening to it. He might leave the room if he doesn’t need to be there though. He can handle a few songs, but not a whole playlist.

Sanji

What’s there not to love about a well-dressed lady to Sanji? He doesn’t care if it’s not what most people wear, Sanji loves your style and the confidence with which you wear it. Sanji is a man who appreciates and understands following a certain clothing style. Let’s face it though, even if you’d be wearing rags, he’d think you were beautiful, but he genuinely does like your aesthetic.

Sanji would be up for trying your style for at least one day, if that’s something you’d like to see him do. He’d love the attention you’d give him as you pick out his outfit and get him ready. If it’s something you like to see him in, he’ll wear it every now and then, if only to make you smile.

Though he’s not a huge fan of the music himself, Sanji won’t mind it if you put it on. He can respect many types of music and he can see the appeal of it. He’ll gladly listen to a few songs with you. Music taste often tells books about the person listening to it and Sanji wants to know every little detail about you, after all. Just holding you while listening together almost makes him like the music.

Most people who disrespect you, or your style, while Sanji is around will face a hard kick in the face. If it’s a woman though, he’ll opt for telling them off, and pointing out just how rude they’re being. Even if it’s for your sake, Sanji really doesn’t want to hurt a woman but if they hurt you first? Then surely they can handle a little scolding.

#zoro x reader #law x reader #sanji x reader #opfics #one piece x reader #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #vinsmoke sanji #cookie writes #headcanons #requested #anon #scheduled post

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nakunakunomi · 4 years

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A break - Mihawk x Reader

One Piece of summer challenge - week 4

part of the challenge hosted by @doctorgerth & @laws-yellow-submarine I’m attempting all 11 weeks, 11 different prompts and 11 different characters! Enjoy! I’m gonna insert a cut since this thing is SO LONG. But I kind of loved writing it, I hope you all enjoy some romance with our favorite mystery goth pirate!

Prompt: Flowers - Character: Mihawk - Word count: 2.3k

It was summer. And yet.There was not a glimmer of sun to be seen. You looked out of the window: dead trees, some not so dead trees, a dark grey sky filled with thick clouds in the middle of the day... it was quite a depressive sight. Kuraigana island wasn’t really the most beautiful island. It was calm, surely, it was quiet, and you and your husband were never interrupted by other people, which was amazing, you had all the privacy and quality time you could ever ask for. But sometimes, you just really wanted something else than grey to look over whenever you were having a bad day.

“Something wrong love?” a strong arm wrapped around your waist from behind, and you inhaled the familiar and comforting scent of your other half. You must’ve been staring out of the window for a longer period than you thought you did. “No”, you sighed, “it’s just...” He didn’t reply, waiting for you to continue what you wanted to say. “It’s just...summer outside, but there is never summer on this island? Don’t get me wrong love, I love this place and all the opportunities it’s given us, but... sometimes I miss the sun, the green grass... flowers... all the bright things from... home.”

At the end of your sentence you had gone a little more quiet, not wanting Mihawk to think that you did not consider Kuraigana home. After all, home to you now was wherever he was, and wherever you could be with him. But that didn’t take away from your statement that you missed the feeling of warm sun on your skin, of the grass tickling at your ankles and the smell of flowers when they started to bloom in spring, all the way into summer.

He hummed in response, not really engaging in the conversation about his gloomy island. He was well aware of the atmosphere that came with it, but was never really bothered by it. He had seen plenty of the world in his younger years, and could still go wherever he wanted, if he wanted to do so, he just hadn’t really thought about the possible effects of his living space on you, his wife.

You decided to change topic before he could even add onto the conversation, turning around in his arms and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “My turn to make dinner right? Give me a few moments”. You started making your way to the kitchen hearing familiar footsteps follow you. “I will help”.

Taking turns to cook dinner, occasionally cooking together, and always eating together was part of your routine, and it was one of the things that helped you settle in so easily with Mihawk. He was a man of routine and predictability. Something not everyone would appreciate that much, but for you it brought peace of mind and way less stress. No surprises to anticipate, nothing to worry about. So as you started to chop some vegetables and Mihawk started to cook some meat, the worries from before started slipping from your mind, too focused on how happy you actually were right here, as long as he was by your side.

After dinner you continued your usual routine, drinking some wine and enjoying a good book in each other’s company, before you retreated to your shared bedroom. Mihawk stayed up a little longer but promised to join you a little later.

You had fallen asleep before he joined you, and when you woke up, much to your dismay, you found yourself alone in the bed. You were a little surprised, it was not unusual for Mihawk to be up earlier, but he’d normally bring a book and read some until you woke up so you could cuddle up a little. The very rare occasion he’d be up earlier, he usually let you know beforehand.

You got up and got dressed, looking for your husband in the kitchen, the dining room, the library, his study... he was nowhere to be seen. You were almost getting worried when you suddenly heard the familiar heavy noise of the front doors opening and closing. There he was, all decked out in his outside clothes, and you could only look at him in confusion.

“Oh I am sorry”, he said, as he greeted you with a good morning kiss, “did I wake you?” “No... I just woke up all by myself and I was looking for you... I didn’t know you were going outside.” “I’m sorry, I had to prepare for something.” He took off his coat, draping it over his arm and taking it with him as he started walking towards the kitchen. “Breakfast?”

You nodded. “Preparing for something?” A small smile appeared on his lips. “Yes”. He didn’t elaborate further, not even after you nudged his arm, encouraging him to speak more, and just started preparing breakfast. “Mihawk?” “Yes dear?” His tone was so normal and nonchalant that you were almost ready to break an egg on his hat, seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes that he almost never had.

“What are you hiding?” “Nothing much” “So something” “Patience. After breakfast.” You could only groan in response, and continued making breakfast as fast as possible, afterwards nearly inhaling the result, much to Mihawk’s amusement who was taking his sweet time eating. “No use in rushing, we’ll be too early like that.” Now you were really confused. Just what was he planning?

Your questions were finally answered when he told you to take your coat after breakfast. You were going on a little trip. The destination still a secret, and you figured that there was no use in guessing. You were already kind of excited. You got to go off the island for a bit, and it had been a good amount of time since you went on any kind of trip with Mihawk. He said it was only a day trip, so you figured that you’d know soon enough where you were going.

The trip itself was rather uneventful. Mihawk’s coffin-shaped boat was really not built for two people, but ever since the two of you had started dating seriously, Mihawk had it modified so you could have a comfortable seat as well, although you generally preferred to just sit close to him. The sea was dark and a little rough in the immediate vicinity of the island, but after a while you noticed you were entering calmer waters, the grey clouds and sky slowly transforming into white puffy clouds in a bright blue sky, with a sun that made your skin tingle a little bit and was reflected by the water, as if someone had sprinkled the smallest diamonds all over the sea.

At that point, it didn’t really matter anymore where you were going, you were already so happy to experience the sun and the blue sky as a true part of summer, looking around you and seeing some fish swim in the incredibly clear water around the boat, not even noticing how Mihawk was watching your almost childlike enthusiasm and amazement with a small smile on his face.

“We’re almost there” You looked up, surprised at the sudden sound of your husband’s voice interrupting the soothing sounds of the waves and the seagulls high above you. In the distance you could see a small island, and for a little while you weren’t sure if you were still so far away that it seemed extremely small and inhabited, or if it was just really that small.

The answer was the latter. The beach was only a few feet far before the sand already transformed into the darker ground of a forest floor. The trees were completely different from the ones you saw daily on Kuraigana, all shades of green on top of all shades of brown, flashes of colorful birds singing various songs on the branches. Your mouth was wide open in amazement. You hadn’t even properly walked around and this island was already more beautiful than any other place you had visited before.

After securing the boat, Mihawk wrapped an arm around your waist, gently guiding you through the forest. Neither of you said a word. You were too busy admiring the sights and taking in the fresh air, the sounds of the animals and enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin wherever it managed to find it’s way through the tree foliage, and Mihawk was just relaxing, enjoying your little sounds of surprise and enthusiastic gasps.

After a little while of walking, you started to wonder whether you were just exploring the island or if Mihawk had an actual goal in mind, he seemed just a little too determined to go in certain directions, and you had no problem just following him wherever he guided you, after all you assumed he knew this place, and the forest seemed so undisturbed there was no clear path anyway. Your suspicions of a goal were confirmed as you suddenly felt the sun hit your eyes as you reached an open space, you assumed somewhere in the middle of the forest.

You closed your eyes for a bit, and opened them slowly, letting them adjust to the harsh summer light after walking in the cool shade of the threes. Then you had to slowly blink, at least five times, to really believe what you were seeing: a small field of flowers of all kinds of colors and shapes. Familiar flowers that you recognized from home, but also colorful exotic species that you had never seen before. High grass, a sea of green, with spots of yellow, red, blue, purple, pink, orange, you name it. Butterflies and bees as well as tiny birds flying around.. the sight was just breathtaking, you actually slapped your own face gently to snap yourself out of your almost trance like state. You heard your husband chuckle next to you.

“Was this what you had in mind when you wished for a more summery sight?” You couldn’t even form the words in your brain for what you wanted to say, nodding frantically in response, forgetting all gentle manners and flying around his neck, causing him to almost stumble and wrap his arms around you tightly to make sure the two of you fell onto the ground. He could make out a muffled ‘thank you’ with your face pressed against his shoulder and lovingly pat your back in response.

After you let go, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before returning your focus on the wonderful flower field behind you. He found a nice spot in the shade, and sat down with a book he had brought along, while you walked around the field, picking some of the flowers and making a flower crown out of them, some of your fondest childhood memories coming back as your hands skillfully braided the flower stems. You watched the butterflies, giggling as one landed on your hand for a bit, and determined which flower smelled the sweetest. You picked some more and formed a nice bouquet to take home, it would look lovely on the dinner table.

It was almost getting dark when you heard Mihawk closing his book, calling your name to return home. You felt sad you had to leave, but you were also getting a little hungry, and going back home in complete darkness wasn’t ideal either. Flower crown on your head and bouquet in hand, you walked back to your husband and placed a kiss on his cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Thank you so much... It was nice to experience some summer.” “If you ever have something like that bothering you again, you just have to tell me y/n...” “Don’t worry... I will”

The trip back was just as uneventful as the way to the island, and you felt your heart sink a little bit at seeing Kuraigana again. Looking at the bouquet in your hands made you feel better though, and you promised yourself that even if after those flowers withered, you’d keep the memories of today in your heart for forever.

The moment you actually arrived home, you immediately grabbed a nice vase to place the flowers in and set them on the dinner table, smiling at how well they fitted in and yet made the room just a little bit more summer-y. You noticed Mihawk grabbing some very thick books and setting them on a separate table as you grabbed ingredients to start making dinner. “What are you doing dear?” you set the ingredients down and walked over to him. He lifted one of the books so you could see. One of the exotic flowers from the island was being flattened by the weight of the books, perfectly laid down to not be smushed, so it could dry beautifully. You couldn’t help but smile widely. “You picked flowers?” “A few, to remember the trip by. We can go back more often, but the flowers only bloom for a short amount of time. That’s what I had to look up yesterday.” You hummed in response as he continued to explain. “So I figured we could bring a little summer to this grey island for you, and make sure it doesn’t die,” he continued, gesturing at the flowers you had set on the table. You looked over at the piles of books. “Just how many did you bring?” “Eight, one for each year...” “... we’ve been married” you added with a smile. With his usual cold demeanor you’d nearly forget how romantic this man could be. You leaned in to kiss him slowly, and turned back to your ingredients after.

“I’ll make us a special dinner, in celebration of an actual summer together.”

#one piece of summer #Mihawk #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #doctorgerth #Laws-yellow-submarine #summer writing challenge #writing challenge #one piece writing #one piece reader insert #one piece ficlet #reader insert #personal writing

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Yes, please. More ZoLaw... How about AU ideas?

Oh, I have ton of AU ideas. Some of which I have like 11 pages of co-brainstorming, some of which I've written up summaries roughly the length of some of which are just two words: [blank] Zoro / [Blank] Law. Here's the best list I can put together while on my way to work.

Okay, Hear Me Out. A ZoLaw Fic Where....

Zoro Is Law's Marine Bodyguard....

After Corazon dies, the navy does some digging. Years later they learn about Law and insist he is in danger as Doflamingo has located him as well. A young marine, Zoro, is assigned to guard him

Law Is A Marine & Roronoa Zoro Is His Obsession...

Or Law follows in Corazon's footsteps and becomes a marine. He sort of takes Tashigi's place as Smoker's sidekick second in command. So he's there in Lougetown when the Strawhats breeze into town. and the two develope an... Intense rivalry in which Law is determined to hunt down the cocky young swordsman (mostly because he feels like a fool... Why in the world would be agree to a fight without using his devil's fruit? What kind of argument is "it's cheap" anyway? Why the hell had he been thinking?) while Zoro enjoys taunting the handsome, moody marine he kicked the ass off back in Lougetown (or totally would have if they hadn't been interrupted).

Just wait until Law follows him all the way to Dressrosa. He's been avoiding meeting The Heavenly Demon since he became a marine, so why they hell is he willing to follow this green haired pirate hunter into the devil's own home?

Zoro Hates All Doctors (Except Law) (And Also It's A College AU Because Why Not?)

Modern AU where Law is an overworked med student filling shifts at the student clinic and Zoro is a at University on a kendo scholarship, preparing for the olympics. He has a knack for getting injured (it doesn't help that his coach, Mihawk Dracula, doesn't believe in pulling punches... Or whatever the sword equivalent is). Still, he absolutely hates going to the clinic. One day Law is taking out some tension at the gym practicing with his own blade when Zoro gets badly hurt. Law rushes over to help, and since Zoro isn't really in a position to say no he has to let the young doctor help him.

After that whenever Zoro gets injured he still refuses to go to a doctor. What he does do is lurk outside the student clinic (typically with Luffy in toe to keep him company - even if your injured and tired, you can never get too bored with Luffy as your best friend) until Law gets tired of it and makes him come in so he can fix up whatever he's managed to injure this time.

The clinic receptionist - Perona - doesn't find this cute at all. Mostly because Zoro is typically sweaty and gross and the Monkey boy is just annoying. His fellow student interns Shachi and Penguin are just impressed Law has put up with him this long (they did ask if the Kendo scene attracted a lot of girls, but Law's blank stare pretty much answered that one) while Assistant Professor and Physician Marco thinks it's adorable but is kind enough to only tease Law about it occasionally (he doesn't ask about fangirls in the kendo scene since he's pretty much certain that's not Zoro's scene either way).

Of the two tenured professors who officially oversee the clinic, Dr. Crocus has never said anything to Law about the whole situation except for letting him know when Zoro is waiting outside. He does, however, sometimes bring Zoro and Luffy by snacks or something to drink and has even kept them company an few times. No need for the two of them to wait out there with no one looking out for them (and, yes, they clearly need someone looking out for them). On the other hand Dr. Kureha has never believed in cuddling her students. The exact opposite actually. She started by telling Law he'd best take his pet home since he couldn't have it here all day ("Pet? What pet? Whoever it is, it's not mine, Dr. Kureha-ya." / "So that green haired stray and his little monkey friend don't belong to you?" / "Green hai- Urg."), Which eventually evolved to her telling him this was a clinic not a dating service ("He's not... *Sigh*") and finally came to the point where she just snips st Law for not being able to control even a simple minded athlete then how does he plan to deal with actual problem patients? She's also made a point of telling Zoro off - it pretty obvious that even when he does come by the clinic he only does so after either accumulating multiple injuries or continuing to push one until it gets far worse than needed. Is the boy an idiot? Why wait until things are so bad, and why is he wasting the time of one of her top students? If he wants to stalk one of the postgrads he could at least pick a less talented one. There are plenty to choose from.

Marco tried to make up for this lecture (after which Zoro stayed away for three months until he almost lost an eye) by offering to let Zoro and Luffy wait in the actual clinic to wait. (To which Luffy helpfully announces, "Zoro isn't waiting for the clinic, he's waiting for Toroa." Which kinda makes Zoro want to strangle his best friend but since he's currently holding a towel up to his eye and feels pretty sick at the thought of not making these games because he's an idiot, he only managed an apologetic smile and mentally promises himself to pinch Luffy later. Marco is totally unsurprised by this answer, for what it's worth.)

(Also, it turns out Kendo does attract at least a couple of girls, at least at the Olympics level. It's probably more accurate to say that Dracule Mihawk and Roronoa Zoro attract attention, which Law only learns because he was heading home after his shift and saw a bit if activity around the gymnasium and wandered over purely out of curiosity and somehow accidentally ended up watching Zoro's match. And that randomly happened a couple of times. Look, the best parking is by the gym he practically has to walk by to get to his car. He isn't going out of his way. And he has a valid reason to be interested in kendo. (Also, appro of nothing, Tashigi seems like an annoying know it all and Hiyori seems like a silly teenage girl and why is Perona even here?)

Shanks Uses His Yonko Status For It's Highest Purpose - Mischief

While sailing to Wano, they stop at an island to gather supplies when they are ambushed. It turns out to be one occupied by the Head Haired Pirates. Before anyone can attcak, Shanks steps into view, smiling. He greets Kin'emon and Kunjuro (they were with the Roger pirates for a while). Robin, Franky and Usopp he recognizes as friends of Luffy. Weirdly, he calls Zoro 'Mihawk'ss boy'. Law corrects him as Zoro is also in the Strawhats. Shanks laughs because while that may be true, he's met Zoro and he's Mihawk's boy to him. Law seems unhappy with this description, while Zoro just rolls his eyes, calling Shanks an old pervert and to stop messing around. Despite everyone else freaking out, Shanks laughs it off. He insists surely Mihawk would be the pervert in that situation. Law dislikes the whole conversation. It only gets worse when it turns out they have to stay on the island two weeks, and Mihawk is visiting as well. Under Shank's bad influence (and seeing how such comments got under the other Captain's skin even if he wouldn't admit to it) he convinced Mihawk to join him in creating some mischief (Shanks is a terrible influence).

Law Is Working For Doflamingo, Gathering Information On & Chain Off Rookie Pirates

Instead of Bellemy, the crew find Law right before Skypea. He is also (secretly) working for Doflamingo. Typically it's his job to narrow out the herd, and for the pirates that might make it to the second half of the Grand Line, his job is to gather information that may be useful in "convincing" them over to Doflamingo's side later or else can be useful in eliminating them if they become a threat.

Unlike Bellamy, it takes Law only one conversation in the bar to determine that the Strawhats aren't your average pirates. Their captain's open, naive nature makes gathering information on them rather straight forward. Which is how Law determines that his biggest advantage is his crews loyalty, and none seem more so than his handsome swordsman. Luffy seems to naturally open and unashamed to be able to gather blackmail material on, but Law's willing to bet if you own Zoro, you'd more or less own the captain. So he sets out to do just that.

Swords Are Cats

Zoro owns three infamous crazy cats. Law is a vet. Look, this is an AU in which Swords are cats. Zoro has two in particular that no vet is willing (or able) to get anywhere near. When Wado gets sick, though, he shows up to The Heart Veterinary Clinic (it sounds like such a cheesy name he already can't stand it) with all three in toe. Best to get everything done at once since it's unlikely they'll ever be allowed back again. Sure enough, Shisui just has to start the trip off by escaping when Zoro is checking in.

Law is in his office when he notices Kikoku is gone, which is strange. She usually likes to stick by his side. He goes looking for her and is surprised to find her hiding under the receptionist desk, curled up peacefully with another cat. He holds up the strange tomcat only to very nearly lose an eye. Zoro catches the poor thing midair when Law stumbles back from surprise, honestly just thankful to find him before he caused any damage.

Law takes one look at Zoro and the three cats and instantly knows two things:

A. Oh, so these are the demon cats he was warned about by Tashigi and Pica and Wanda and even Shanks who seems like he can put up with almost any animal

B. He's definitely going to get these cats to like him, if only to ensure that Zoro back.

Law Ends Up On Kuraigana Island

Incredibly simple What If premise. What if instead of fighying two pacsifistas alongside the Kid pirates, the Heart Pirates wind up on the battle field with the Strawhats. When the real Kuma shoes up, Law gets a little too close to the action and is sent along with Zoro to Kuraigana Island. This has everything you need in an AU. Zoro and Law going from complete strangers to friendly rivalry to sexual tension because they're stuck on an island for two years together. A possible love triangle with Mihawk. Perona being either an annoying bratty sister to Zoro (who in fairness beat up her crew) while openlh crushing on a disinterested Law or a Perona silently shipping the two of them long before they even take any real notice of each other (I'm guessing she'd talk about it with her hallows). Bonus points for scenes of The Heart Pirates trying desperately to find their beloved captain.

I'm kidding. Bonus points for adding Mihawk in the mix and making it a triangle filled with possessiveness, jealousy and a totally unaware he's in the middle of it all Zoro. That's my jam.

They Were Childhood Friends (Who Haven't Seen Each Other In Years)

Sometimes, all an AU needs to be is a romamtic comedy formula lifted wholesale and recontextualized to fit whatever fandom you're into. So, yeah. Law and Zoro grow up at the same dojo but haven't seen each other in years, then suddenly Law is sitting there in ten Sabaody auction house when the something crashes through the roof, and that something looks a lot like a boy he hasn't seen since he left the dojo at 18. Or, hey, maybe Law catches a wanted poster of "his little brother" while sailing on the Grand Line and decides to track him down just to see how he's doing. And probably he was totally unaware that at 13/14 years old, Zoro had just about the biggest crush in the world on him.

Although most the Strawhats definitely know. Or at least figure it out damn quickly. It's kind of hard to miss how their badass swordsman suddenly can't make eye contact or flushes at the slightest provocation. ("Do you think the Heart captain realizes?"/"Maybe it's just because Zoro looked up to him. I mean, I can't imagine him actually LIKING someone."/"Oh, come off it, you'd have to be blind not to see!"/"I think it's sweet that our swordsman-san still holds such a place for what must have been his first major crush."/"Yeah, who know Zoro-bro could be such a romantic!")

Strawhats antics ensue.

Law Uses His Shichibukai Connections For Something Other Than Revenge (So Sex. Sex and Revange.)

After becoming a Shichibukai, Law meets Mihawk at an official summon and picks up on the fact that Zoro is training there. Having promised Luffy he would look it to his nakama's safety should be discover them (something he had thought would never happen) he follows Mihawk back to the island to see how Zoro's training holds up.

Perona Is Zoro's Older Sister, Just To Create Drama

AU where Perona is Zoro's older sister. She hangs out with a much darker, edgier crowd than Zoro approves of. He find Law especially questionable and not just because they seem to have a 'thing' (in my mind Zoro is in high school while Perona and Law are not in college. He's heard about the way college boys often are and he doesn't really understand that all their relationship is entirely casual, and most the time when he catches Perona cuddling up to him, it's just her being cutesy (and because she knows that while it annoys Law a little, he won't do anything to stop him). He also doesn't understand why every time he tries to confront Law about it he ends up feeling so flustered. (Not that Law is about to openly hit on his friend's little brother, but some teasing never hurt)

There's Only One Bed. Because There Is ALWAYS A Story With Only One Bed

The Polar Tang and Sunny are stolen while the two crews are meeting up, talking over a plan to take down Blackbeard (okay fine, LAW is doing all the planning). Luckily, Shanks just happens to be passing by and offers them a lift, but as big as his ship is, three whole crews take up a lot of space. And despite Shanks (joking) offer to let Zoro share his bed, Law is the one who ends up stuffed into a single hammock with the Swordsman.

Law Tries To Sleep With His Uncle's Partner (Not As Terrible As If Sounds)

Law's uncle Corazon works in Law enforcement. He talks endlessly about his new rookie partner to the point of Law's annoyance. Until Corazon brings the young green haired detective home for dinner.

Law Is The Ship Doctor For The Strawhats Pirates

Corazon lives and runs off with Law, who grows up to be a doctor. One day, a pirate ships sails to their island. They have a sick crew member and desperate for help. Law doesn't help pirates, but then the corrupt ruler of their island has Corazon arrested and locked up, claiming he's found his true identity and plans to sell him out to his brother. They come for Law, but the Strawhats save him despite his refusal to help them (Luffy doesn't mind, he's sure Torao has his reasons and anyway Corazon is an amazing man who gave them a free lunch and he's sure Torao is just as good.) The Strawhats rescue Corazon, kick out the evil ruler and bring peace back to the island. Law finds himself compelled to accompany them.

Law Tutors Zoro (In The Ways Of Love Math)

Zoro's life is way too stressful. Between kendo competitions, a job that doesn't pay enough, a second job that's a bit questionable not too mention school. He doesn't even care about most that stuff, but if he wants to be the greatest at his sport, the rest is sort of necessary. Like training. One thing he definitely needs more training in is school work. Zoro has to keep a certain GPA to keep his Kendo scholarship. Luffy insists he knows the perfect tutor, and while Zoro isn't so sure about Luffy's judgement on intelligence, he trusts his friend. Enter Trafalgar Law, college senior who tutors on the side. Oh, and - as he casually mentions at the end of their first session that he's seen Zoro at his job. No, not as at the restaurant, but the online videos. And he has to say, he's quite the fan.

There are a few I didn't manage to get to tonight, despite being some of my favorites. Maybe later, when work has not drained the life out of me, you can hear about...

Drummer Zoro/Med Student Law

Marine Law/Revolutionary Zoro

Marine Law/Marine Zoro

Police Zoro/ME Law

Rock Star Law / Bodyguard Zoro

Biker Gang Zoro / Anarchist Group Law

Kendo Olympic Champion Zoro / Sports Doctor Law

Kendo Rivals Zoro / Law

Evil Doflamingo Pirate Law / Captive Zoro

Samurai Zoro / Ninja Law

Detective Zoro / Art Thief Law

#the zolaw headcanon nobody asked for #zoro x law #zolaw #amazing fanfic ideas #terrible fanfic ideas #one piece au #one piece fanfiction #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #asks #the problem with rock star law and marine aus and drummer zoro #i will literally go on forever about them #the zolaw au nobody asked for #ask and you shall receive

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