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Strictly business

Part 3

Part 2

I’ve had a bit of a cold this week, so I am sorry for the delay. There may or may not be something spicy coming in chapter 4 🤭 just a heads up.

I hope you Enjoy!

You traced the woven gauze that encircled your thigh, as you gazed out the small window of your room, counting the cobwebs that decorated the walls. In the few months that you had worked for Mihawk, you had barely shared an interaction that lasted longer than thirty seconds, yet, in a matter of hours you had managed to turn your working relationship on its head, every ounce of professionalism going out the window. For this reason, you had decided to keep to the narrow confines of your room over the next few days, biding your time as the ship sailed to its next destination—Not that you knew how long that would be or where you were even going. Mihawk had simply set the sails and said nothing more.

He hadn’t come to check on you since dumping you in here, for which you were secretly thankful for, however you would occasionally catch sight of his shadow creeping in from under the door at night, lingering a while before it eventually retreated down the hallway.

With a deep exhale, you hugged your legs to your chest under the musty sheets, eyes slipping shut as the gentle rise and fall of each wave lulled you into a state of comfort. Now that your leg had healed a little, you were hoping to take up your next assignment in an attempt to escape this awkward atmosphere. It was what you were being paid for after all. Mihawk had been more than generous, and you didn’t want to burden him any longer.

Your stomach lurched at the sound of knuckles on wood, as you shot out of bed in an instant, hastily straightening out your clothes and smoothing your hair. Your hand hovered over the door knob before eventually grabbing and twisting, inching the door open to unveil Mihawk’s lean figure crowding the doorway. Your cheeks flushed as you daringly met his molten gold gaze.

“We’re here” Mihawk announced, apparently no time for pleasantries, as he immediately turned to slip out the door to the upper deck.

You lingered at the door before slowly retracing Mihawk’s steps towards the top deck, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the light of day. As you blinked your surroundings into focus, the air around you became frigid and thick with a gloomy smog. You blinked again, as you took in the murky landscape of dense forests and crumbling ruins that surrounded a castle at the centre of the island. Your eyebrows furrowed. “We’re—Sorry…where are we?”

Mihawk’s eyes remained fixed on the land infront of him, as he leaned against the side of the vessel, the feather on his hat swirling and dancing with every gust of wind.

“Kuraigana island” He replied flatly, eyes glazed over and lost somewhere in the distance. “My home”.

You noted the subtle tone of sadness in his words, as you followed his line of sight, noticing how some of the structure of the castle had began to crumble away.

“Why are we here?” You asked, carefully moving to occupy the space on his right.

Mihawk finally turned to look down in your direction “I’m going to train you”.

You tilted your head, eyebrows knitting in confusion as you scanned his side profile “Train me?”

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Mihawk lead you to a large stone ruin just outside the castle, a tall circle of stone that looked like it could have been a turret at some point in time. You clutched the foreign object between your hands, squeezing the woven cotton handle to achieve a better grip. The katana Mihawk had provided you was beautifully crafted, and even though you had little experience wielding a sword, you could appreciate good craftsmanship when you saw it. You could feel how the heavy steel carried great momentum with each fell swoop as you experimentally switched the blade between your unpracticed hands.

“I appreciate the offer, but please explain to me why I need sword practice when I’m perfectly capable wielding knives.”

Mihawk stood parallel to you, stance casual and expression nonchalant as he watched you play with the sword. “If you want to work for me, then I expect your capabilities to match my own.” He took two slow steps towards you, capturing the tip of your blade between his fingers before gently resting it to point at the smooth skin of his exposed chest. “Knives are practical short range, but a sword provides the ability to strike from a distance”. Mihawk’s eyes subtly skimmed over your face, before travelling downwards “…Making you less vulnerable.”

You watched his movements before flicking your eyes over his shoulder, settling on the large sword strapped to his back “Aren’t swords your thing?” You asked, eyes returning back to his face to find that his gaze hadn’t left you for a second “…I’d really hate to take your spotlight.” A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your mouth.

Mihawk did not return your amusement.

You huffed out a laugh “So you’re gonna fight me with that big sword of yours” You said lowly, words coming out a little more suggestive than you intended. “I hardly think that’s playing fair.”

Mihawk’s fingers slipped from your blade, stepping back to resume his former position as he began to remove the large sword, along with his Leather coat and feather hat, leaving him in black trousers and white low buttoned shirt. “I won’t be using Yoru against you, not for now at least” He turned to face you again “Now I want you to come at me, as if I were your enemy”

You straightened up slightly as you lowered the blade. Sure, there had been times in the past where that arrogant face of his had pissed you off, but you never wanted to actually hurt him. “What!?”

Mihawk’s golden irises darkened as he flexed his fingers and readied his stance. ”Come. At. Me.”

If he wanted a fight, then you would give him one.

Raising the sword, you began to bolt forward, swinging the heavy steel from left to right, each time missing by a mile as Mihawk dodged each failing attempt with ease. It was like a dance of sorts, his every movement swift and graceful as he ducked and weaved between each lethal slice. You locked eyes as you took another swing, this time going for an uppercut.

Missed.

You spun around clockwise, the blade picking up speed as you tried to catch him out with an attack from the side.

Missed again.

The two of you were so entangled in the passion of the fight, that you barely had time to register the large rock that your foot was heading towards.

Mihawk fiercely grabbed your right arm before spinning your back to be flush with his chest.

“Clumsy” He scolded, his left hand assuming an unforgiving hold on your waist as he brought the blade up to your neck with the other.

You wondered whether it would bruise later.

“You need to watch your footwork” He rumbled, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as his deep vocals hummed through your bones, making your hair stand on end. You were rendered utterly breathless, and you weren’t entirely sure whether it was from the physical exertion.

You struggled in vain, hoping Mihawk would fail to notice the way your pulse wasn’t slowing down.

Gently, he lowered the blade, the heat of his body seeping away as he separated from behind you, left hand slipping from its hold on your waist.

“Again” He commanded, readying his position once more.

You attempted to regain some composure as you turned to face him, however your movements were stunted by the sharp pain that darted through your thigh muscle, legs buckling under the strain. “Shit” You gritted, clutching the source of the pain.

In the blink of an eye, Mihawk was crouched beside you, arm hooked under yours as he helped to support your weight.

“I think that’s enough for today.” He admitted quietly, plucking the sword from your grip.

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You sighed deeply, as you slumped back against one of Mihawk’s lavish sofas that framed the fireplace in his living room. Your nostrils were overwhelmed by the rich smell of burning wood, as the comforting heat served to sooth your every ache.

Mihawk’s figure, softly illuminated by the warm glow of the fire, was currently hunched on the floor in front of you, assessing your wound, despite your persistent protests. The injury itself had healed over mostly, but it would still take some time before you would see it mend completely.

Your silhouettes both sat in perfect silence, interrupted only by the occasional crackle and snap of the fireplace, as the flames cast subtle shadows over Mihawk’s face, making him appear a little softer than what you were used to.

Unfortunately, the fire did nothing to resolve the tightness in Mihawk’s broad shoulders, which had been there since coming back from training. Tension oozed out with every harsh tug of gauze, all finesse long abandoned, as his hawkeyes remained fixated on the damage caused to your thigh. You had hoped that he had forgiven you by now, but going by his actions, it was evident that he was still holding some sort of grudge. You sighed again quietly, tipping your head back against the sofa and closing your eyes, trying to zone out the wave of guilt that was beginning to rise in your stomach.

“I shouldn’t have let you go” Mihawk eventually says, the velvety baritone of his voice disrupting the silence like a ripple in water.

Your eyes shoot open as you sit up to face him, frantically looking over his figure as if it would somehow reveal to you the meaning of his words “What?” You question, completely dumbfounded.

Mihawk remained with his head bowed, eyes obstructed by the dark curls that hung untamed by the absence of his hat. “That man” He spat the words like they were venom “—I knew how dangerous he was—and I still…let you go”

You watched in silence as he spoke.

“It’s my fault—this—it’s all my fault” Mihawk continued, refusing to meet your eye-line as he bitterly choked out each word.

You sat deadly still, taken aback by his admission. “Hey, Mihawk—don’t be silly” You stretched out your fingers in an attempt to ease his conscious, delicately placing them on top of his hand.

Mihawk flinched at the contact, before finally looking up to meet your gaze.

His eyes held the same dangerous fury that you had witnessed that day after the incident, however, it was clear now that his anger had never been directed at you.

You stared back as him wide-eyed, wracking your brain for something to say—anything. Except…you couldn’t find the words. Instead, your hand began to move on its own, slowly lifting up to cradle the roughness of his jawline, as you gently thumbed the smooth skin of his cheek.

Mihawk’s eyes softened slightly in return, as he reluctantly melted into the warmth of your palm. The fierceness of his gaze would have been intimidating, if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes were noticeably blood shot and forming bags around the edges.

He looks so tired, You thought, your gaze drifting over his rugged features. It was almost painful, seeing the way he was punishing himself for a mistake that no one could have seen coming. You wanted to sooth his woes, and give him something warm enough to drown out his frustrations. Although, you feared that it would ruin your working relationship forever.

Harbouring affection for your boss had never been part of the contract.

Part 4

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Strictly business

Part 2

Part 1

Hi all! I’m genuinely surprised with the interest and support I received from the first chapter. It’s really made me want to put more effort into my writing! I really hope you’re all experiencing the same enjoyment reading this, as I am writing it 😚 P.s - the photo below is not mine, I do not own it. I just thought I’d leave it there to give people a general idea as to what the ship is supposed to look like (i realise it is much smaller in the show, but i changed it to fit the story)

Warnings:Rating 15+, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking irresponsibly, slightly sexually suggestive content, swearing, Usual Mihawk orientated thirstiness ensues.

You awoke the next day with a throbbing headache. The events of the night before were hazy, but the sharp pain coming from your leg was enough for you to recall the undeniable facts—you got shot, fainted, and now here you are.

But how did you make it back to the ship, and who’s bed were you laying in right now?

With a suspicious squint, you slowly propped yourself up on to your elbows, being mindful not to aggravate your injury in the process. The room was large and spotlessly tidy. If it wasn’t for the odd piles of neatly folded clothes, and the necklaces decorating the surface of the dresser opposite, you might assume the room had never been occupied. And, most notably, it stank of booze.

This was Mihawk’s bed…

Jesus, even his sheets stank of wine. You were convinced he was bathing in the stuff.

You threw the covers to the side to get a better look at your leg. It had been cleaned and dressed, and seemed to be healing well considering it had only been several hours since the incident. Delicately, you slid both legs over the side of the bed in an attempt to get up. You cringed as you began to apply pressure to your bad side, but the pain seemed bearable enough to be able to stand. With all the grace of a newborn foal you began to manoeuvre towards the door, twisting the knob as you progressed deeper into the ship. The creaking of Oakwood planks punctuated your every step as you stumbled down the hall, eventually finding your way to Mihawk’s study.

You were expecting to be met with hawk eyes and sarcastic comments, but instead were met with a dimly lit room and an empty chair. Your shoulders sagged, feeling slightly deflated—why were you disappointed? He was probably off somewhere cleaning up after the mess you had made on your last bounty hunt.

In that moment, you were overcome with guilt as you recalled last nights events more vividly. You were stupid enough to been seen by the target, and even more reckless to let yourself get shot in the process. He must be mad with you—how could he not be?

“You should be in bed”

Mihawk’s deep baritone rumbled from behind you, causing you to whip around, almost throwing yourself off balance. As you turned to face him, you were taken aback by the man stood in front of you. The fury behind his yellow eyes froze you in place, as his Broad shoulders caged you in against the wall. You had to crane your neck back and up just to meet his eye line, making you take note of how tall he is in comparison to you. It was in that moment that you were brutally reminded of why so many souls feared his existence; His black leather coat was now decorated in a deep crimson, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of human blood. His toned abs were painted in flecks of the same shade, made more noticeable in contrast with his porcelain skin tone. You could practically feel the testosterone radiating from him with every rapid rise and fall of his exposed chest. He looked furious.

You didn’t know whether to feel terrified or turned on.

“I-I was just looking for you.” you swallowed, throat suddenly as dry as a desert. “I wanted to thank you—for what you did. I would have been really screwed back there if you hadn’t of stepped in. I seriously owe you my-“.

“You owe me nothing” Mihawk’s tone was matter of fact “I was simply protecting my investment.”

Investment? Oh right…the contract that you and he shared.

“Even so, It was a stupid mistake—and it shouldn’t have happened. I understand if you want to terminate our contract-“

“That won’t be necessary.” Mihawk interrupted.

“But the bounty-“

“-Has been taken care of” Mihawk lifted his hand to rub the bridge of his nose as he gave an audible sigh, exhaustion apparent in his voice “Please just—just rest.”

Your eyes quietly flicked down to observe the way the blood stains extended down to his trousers and boots, deciding that it was probably best to just agree with him on this one. You blinked up at him before eventually nodding in agreement, realising he wasn’t going to let you say any more on the matter. “Can I at least pour myself a drink first—you know, for the pain”. You pleaded with your most convincing pout.

Mihawk simply rolled his eyes, and disappeared down the hall way without another word.

You took that as a yes.

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It had been roughly two hours since you had last spoken to Mihawk, before he had left to clean up and re-navigate the ship. In the mean time, you had successfully used your own navigational skills to find the location of Mihawk’s booze cabinet. One drink had turned into two drinks, two drinks turned into four, and before you knew it you had drank a sizeable dent into his vintage wine collection. You were starting to understand why he loved the stuff so much. The pain in your leg felt like a distant memory, hell, you weren’t even sure if you had legs right now.

With a languid smile, you swirled the last remaining drops around in your glass, before downing the liquid entirely and slumping back into your desk chair. Meanwhile, you were blissfully unaware to the fact that Mihawk was stood in the doorway, substantially less covered in blood and wearing a rather wide-eyed expression at the sheer mass of alcohol you had consumed, and more notably at which bottles you had chosen to open. His hawk-eyes flicked between you and the two empty bottles rolling around on the desk.

“What…happened in here? Mihawk asked, his deep voice a mix of horror and fascination.

Your eyes shifted towards the blurry object that had entered the room “I’ve been resting” you hiccuped, resting your face between you palms “Doctor’s orders”.

Mihawk slowly approached the desk, swiping the two empty bottles and discarding them somewhere out of sight “I can see that” He replied lowly, a hint of a smirk in his voice, as he returned from the cabinet with another bottle. Mihawk removed the lid, and poured some of the clear liquid onto a cloth he pulled out from his pocket before settling in between your legs. Slowly, he raised his free hand to run up the length of your thigh towards the direction of the bullet wound.

“Jeez, atleeeast buy me a drink first” You slurred, eyes following his calculated movements.

Mihawk paused, yellow eyes flicking up to give you an incredulous look. “I think you’ve already had more than enough” He replied, before continuing to undress the bandages wrapped around the lesion “I just need to clean the wound, you don’t want it to get infected now, do you?” He countered, tone as rich and full bodied as the wine flowing through your bloodstream.

You shifted your posture in a way that made the swell of your breasts more noticeable as you hummed in fake consideration. “No ssir”.

Mihawks eyes darted up distractedly before returning to what he was doing.

Maybe it was just the alcohol, but there was something so strangely intimate about the way he was re-wrapping the fabric that got you a little hot under the collar. Like how his calloused fingers would occasionally brush the sensitive skin, exposed by the rip in your trousers, and the way that they lingered there a little longer than necessary. Or how the muscles in his arms would clench and flex, as he tied the bandage tighter. You had to bite back a moan, as you pondered whether his dexterous talents extended to the bedroom.

Mihawk eventually finished up (a little too quickly for your liking) before collecting the old bandages and tossing them in the bin under his desk.

“Are you aware that you just consumed a months worth of wages in alcohol?” Mihawk asked, returning to his previous position between your readily parted thighs. Your eyes grew twice the size, as the weight of his words sank in—Did you really have that little self control?

“Despicable” He tutted, using those same calloused fingers to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. Before you could even utter a word in response, Mihawk had effortlessly picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder in one swift movement, causing you to let out a high pitched yelp in protest. He turned around and set out on a rapid pace towards the door.

Oh shit.

You might have actually pushed him too far this time. Apparently, ransacking Mihawk’s precious wine collection is a crime punishable by death, and right now you were fully anticipating for him to follow through and sling you overboard—You should have just gone for the rum.

Your helpless body dangled from side to side, as Mihawk kicked the door open to what you assumed was the upper decks, taking a few more steps before stopping dead in his tracks. You began saying your final prayers, as your body started hurtling through the air at an ungodly speed.

Much to your surprise, your weight was supported by the soft pillow and mattress of a single bed. Instead of flinging you overboard, he must have brought you to the spare room opposite his.

“Now rest—As much as I can appreciate that you have an injury, I’d like to get some sleep of my own. You can slack off in here from now on”. Mihawk said curtly, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Slack off

Now that was just rude…

Part 3

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For anyone following my Strictly business series, please know that i am working hard on getting the next chapter up and posted. I am aiming to do a chapter a week in between working and my other commitments.

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Strictly business

Part 1

Well howdy.

This is my first ever written piece of fan fiction so I welcome constructive criticism, but please be kind 🥹 I tried by best.

I am simply a thirsty girl indulging in her mihawk fantasies.

Pairing: Female reader x Mihawk

Description: Sometimes the line between business and pleasure can get a little blurry.

Rating/warnings: Explicit 15+ (Swearing, injury detail, may get smutty in later chapters) Mihawk is a bit of an ass, who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut in later chapters, stubborn mihawk, stubborn reader, no use of y/n.

The life of an assassin can be rough, and somewhat lonely sometimes. Although, you didn’t mind the solitude so much.

You had been roaming the streets from a very young age since becoming an orphan, and you were grateful for the skills and tricks that you had picked up along the way.

You had learnt to be invisible, silent, and deadly if it came down to it. You could handle yourself, and rarely had to rely upon others.

You liked it that way.

Berry was hard to come by as a child, but as you grew older you found ways of making a living, and being the contracted assassin for a certain warlord was one of them.

It was for this reason that you were currently scaling the side of his coffin shaped vessel to retrieve the fruits of your labour.

Silently, you slipped through the opening of one of the windows, feet meeting the ground without a sound. Inaudibly, you moved through the ship in search of its captain.

Peeking around the doorframe of his quarters, you finally caught sight of the warlord in question—back turned, wine glass in hand.

Typical. you thought with an eye roll.

He was seemingly oblivious to your presence, and so you took the opportunity to scowl into the back of his head a little longer.

“You took your time” Mihawk sighed, tone low and uninterested as he remained with his back to you.

You pouted underneath the mask that was covering your face, as you realised that you had been discovered. It pissed you off that you could never sneak up on him.

“I thought something might have happened to you, it’s been two weeks” he continued, taking another sip from his wine glass, voice lacking in concern.

“That asshole gave me the run around for five whole days before I could find him. Maybe you should get your own hands dirty if you want it done any quicker.” You retaliated, emerging from the shadow of the doorway and into the centre of the room.

With that, mihawk slowly turned his body around to face you, his golden eyes meeting your own.

If looks could kill.

The look he gave was soul piercing, and it made your hair stand on end with a mix of adrenaline and something primal pooling in the pit of your stomach. It gave you a strange thrill, antagonising someone so dangerous.

Maybe if he didn’t possess the arrogance that came with being the worlds best swordsman, you might consider him attractive.

The angular structure of his jawline, and the way his beard was so carefully groomed to complement it.

The annoyingly perfect dark curls peaking out from under his hat.

The hard contours of pure muscle that his shirt tried so poorly to disguise.

Shit. So maybe he was nice to look at.

But you weren’t here to ogle the warlord, you were here for his deep pockets.

You agreed to help him with the large bounties assigned by the marines in exchange for a generous cut. These bounties were only for the most skilled and damn right crazy pirate hunters, but they brought along a hefty pay check, more than you could ever imagine of making on your own.

Most of the missions he assigned were just track and retrieve, meaning you only had to get intel to pass back to mihawk, aiding in their capture. Only rarely would you have to engage with the bounty, which you were thankful for as these were some of the most dangerous pirates sailing the seas.

“This one is on Karai Bari island. It looks like he works alone so it should be an easy catch.” You said, as you ignored the daggers he was sending your way, sliding the bounty poster onto the desk in front of him.

Beneath the hard expression his face was sporting, you noticed that his eyes were dull and lacked their usual vigor. There were slight bags beginning to form underneath them—Had he not been sleeping?

Mihawk’s back straightened, as his eagle eyes flicked down to the piece of paper.

Without a word he reached below the desk and flung a bag of berry onto the table with his usual flare of sass.

“Good” was all he uttered in response, shifting his imposing form to face away from you once again, continuing whatever it was he was so occupied with before you interrupted.

You picked up the bag, and started towards the door assuming that was the end of your incredibly enthralling conversation.

“Be safe on your travels”

Mihawk’s words stopped you in your tracks, taken aback by the sudden and unusual expression of concern.

Just as you were about to turn your head, he continued.

“It would be an awful inconvenience for me to have to come after you if you got into any trouble”

There it was. The true intent of his words.

“Prick” you muttered under your breath before disappearing into the night.

Mihawk downed the rest of his wine glass to stop the corners of his mouth from curling up into a grin.

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Well shit.

This was bad… Really bad.

You were in the process of trailing your current bounty, lacking the knowledge that he had already clocked onto your presence.

As you turned down the next alleyway you were met with the static silhouette of your target facing back at you.

As your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness they widened in horror, realising that he was wielding a pistol initially obscured from sight by the dimness of the back passage.

By then it was too late.

You heard the gun fire before you even had chance to reach for your knife.

Unbelieving, you dropped your head to affirm your worst fears.

He had shot you in the leg.

Your mask did nothing to muffle the shrill scream of agony that was ripped from your lungs, as your hand instinctively moved to shield your wound.

The man simply let out a huff of laughter before bolting off in the opposite direction. He clearly didn’t see you as enough of a threat to waste time finishing you off.

You tore off a piece of material from your shirt to use as a bandage, and patched yourself up as best as you could with shaky hands.

Stumbling, you set off back in the direction of the harbour.

Thankfully, there was no one around this time of night, as everyone was either asleep or down the local bar spending their life savings on getting royally inebriated.

Finally, the bobbing flagships in the harbour came into view, as you just about threw yourself onto the dock.

You were almost there. You could see the ship, you just had to move—why.. weren’t you moving?

By now blood was streaming from the lesion on your leg, and your sight was beginning to blur.

If I just…one foot..in front of..the other.

Finally, you began to move forward again, only it wasn’t your legs that were in motion, it was your body falling like a sandbag onto the wooden planks of the dock.

Then everything faded into darkness.

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You slipped in and out of consciousness briefly over the next hour, each time catching snippets of words spoken by a low, honey toned voice, each fragment sounding more desperate than the last.

“Careless girl, look what you’ve gone and done”…

“You’re lucky I was docked on the same island”

“I told you to be careful….why d-“….

“Can you hear me?….. hey, you need to stay awake”…..

“you can’t die on me now, I haven’t—“….

You looked around through the narrow slit of your eyes to try and make out who the voice belonged to.

Your brain was foggy and you felt as if you were drunk, room spinning at a hundred miles an hour.

Dark hair, broad shoulders.

Your eye lashes fluttered as you continued to observe the figure looming over you. Pale skin, soft yellow eyes….mmm…Hot?

Regrettably, you were not aware that you vocalised that last thought.

Far off somewhere in your mind, you formed the vague notion that it was amusing how you were thirsting over this alluring stranger in your dying moments.

That was until the familiar scent of wine and musk surrounded you as your body was consumed by sleep once more.

Part 2

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