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lumiolivier · 3 months ago

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Another Man's Treasure

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 2339

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Cross Guild x Reader (YN)

It's Mihawk's week to have you all to himself. You have your traditions. However, that doesn't mean they can't be so rudely interrupted.

A/N: So, yeah...You guys seem to keep liking these things. As long as you do, I'm just going to have to keep cranking them out. At least until you tell me you're sick of them.

Tags: @tavsianus @canyouhearthecoyotes @cheese-it-jr

“YN…” Mihawk liked his alone time. But he liked it with you much more. And there was one thing he loved with you more than anything else in the world. However, he couldn’t seem to find you. It was his week. It was his turn. And yet…Where could you possibly be?

You weren’t intentionally hiding. You were just dragged out against your will. An average Tuesday around the castle. But it also meant Perona having her claws in you. Granted, you loved Perona. She was a sweetheart. But of all times for her to drag you away, now was not the time. It was the start of Mihawk’s week. You two had a tradition. And Perona knew it all too well. But you also knew that dear, sweet Perona was an agent of chaos, no matter whose week it was. It didn’t matter whose week it was. It was always Perona’s week.

“You do know he’s going to kill you, right?” You sat still while Perona had your hands practically pinned down. Because if you weren’t Buggy’s doll, you were hers. And she wanted to try her hand at acrylics. And your hands happened to be available.

“Who, Mihawk?” Perona scoffed, “Please. Look at my cute little face. Like he could hate me for any reason. He can’t be mad at me, YN. I’m me.”

“Someone thinks awfully highly of herself,” you teased her.

“It’s not me being conceded,” Perona assured you, “It’s just fact. Mihawk can’t be mad at me. And if he is, it’s not for long.”

“Damn,” you let her have that one, “Good for you, Perona.”

“And I know he’s going to thank me,” Perona grinned, “I know it’s his week and you better be putting those nails to good use.”

“Perona!”

“You act like I don’t know what goes on behind those closed doors,” she rolled her eyes, “You and Mihawk are the worst. I hear that headboard slamming into the wall.”

“Perona!” Immediately, your cheeks got hot.

“What?” she squeaked, “I’m just saying. I’m proud of you! No need to be such a prude.”

“I’m not…!” You wanted to strangle her. But by some act of the divine, you keep your freshly manicured hands to yourself. Miraculously. You had to admit, though. Perona did a great job for it being her first time, “Thank you, Perona…”

“You’re very welcome, YN,” Perona gave you a little smirk, “Now, those better have Mihawk’s blood on them by the end of the night.”

“Perona!”

“YN!”

“There you are, Darling,” Mihawk walked into Perona’s room, his face scrunching up, “Perona, what the hell were you doing in here?”

“Ask your lady friend,” Perona threw you to the sharks, “She’s the one who got what I did.”

“Perona gave me a mani,” You showed off your new black and silver nails…that Perona wanted blood on, “I think they worked out nicely.”

“Of course, they did,” Mihawk put your hands up to his lips, “They’re on your beautiful hands, treasure. I’d expect nothing less. Now, come with me. You and I have important business to attend to.”

“Lambskin or latex, protection’s the best!” Perona called after you.

“Perona…” Mihawk scolded her. But only for a brief moment. She was right. Mihawk couldn’t be mad at Perona for long. You were impressed.

“You two have fun…” Perona shot you a wink.

“Don’t you listen to a word she says,” Mihawk took you away down the hall. You smelled something sweet, yet a touch earthy, “Perona doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Besides, you know vbetter, don’t you?”

“Of course,” you stood on your toes and kissed Mihawk’s cheek, “We don’t fuck on the first night. You’re much more of a gentleman than that.”

“Obviously.” Mihawk led you through his bedroom and into his bathroom covered in beautiful black marble and mother of pearl. The steam filled the air and you knew what you needed to do. But Mihawk got a little closer, already sliding your shirt off your shoulder. He purred in your ear, “Shall I unwrap my perfect little present?”

“Yes, sir.” You happily insisted. Bathtime with Mihawk was one of your favorite things in the world. You’d get to soak your achy muscles with Mihawk’s chest on your back (and let’s be honest, his lips all over your neck and schoulders). He ate up skin to skin contact with you more than anything. And…well…look at him. Mihawk was a chiseled god. You weren’t going to say no to that.

As he helped you into his giant bathtub, he soon followed you in and made you comfortable. Everything was already there. A bottle of wine (As Mihawk told you, it was up to you whether or not you took it.), pillowy bubbles, and water at the perfect temperature. Not that he didn’t love having you with him in the bathtub, but he also had an ulterior motive. He wasn’t going to let you get into his satin sheets without making sure you were clean first. Even if he had to do it himself. Not that you’d ever tell him no. You both loved the quiet time. You loved the closeness, the warmth. You loved how he loved you. How he showed you just how much he loved you. The soft, gentle touches. You were the only girl in the world in Mihawk’s eyes. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. You loved Crocodile. You loved Buggy. But for this week, you loved Mihawk. And Mihawk alone. Unless someone asked nicely. Nothing could ruin this for either of you.

“OH, HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKEYYYYYYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” a man’s voice sang through the halls. One that made Mihawk immediately tense up. It wasn’t Crocodile. It wasn’t Buggy.

“Mihawk?” You looked up at him, a little concerned, “What’s going on?”

“It’s alright, darling,” Mihawk assured you, idly running his fingers down your skin, “If we just stay quiet, he’ll go away.”

“Who is it?” you whispered.

“He’s…” Mihawk sighed out, “Complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just that,” Mihawk held you a little tighter, “One of my ghosts coming back to haunt me.”

“But that’s Perona.”

“No, no,” Mihawk shook his head, “Before Perona. Well before Perona. He was…I’ll admit. He was fun for a night or two. But…”

“FOUND YOOOOOOOOOUUU!” That same man from the hall stumbled into the bathroom. Into the sanctuary you shared with Mihawk. Where you were both still very much naked.

“One of us sobered up,” Mihawk rolled his eyes and threw back the rest of his glass of wine, “What the hell do you want? And who even let you in?”

“Buggy did,” that man rolled into the bathtub with the two of you. And it took him a minute to realize you were even there. Once he did, though…That’s when you realized what Mihawk saw in him. Because a man with that level of charm was deadly, “Oh…Hello…A woman? Really, Hawkeyes?”

“I’m only going to say this once,” Mihawk did his best to keep his cool, but it grew more and more difficult by the second, “Get. The fuck. Out of my bathroom.”

“Look at you…” the man cradled your cheek in his palm, no doubt sending Mihawk into an internal rage, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“YN,” You tried not to swoon, but…Between the eyes, the face, the scars over his eye…You couldn’t help yourself.

“YN…” And then…That smile hit you. And you were done. Granted, you knew whose bed you’d be sleeping in for the week, but…This one made a case for himself, “What is that…South Blue?”

“Mmhm…”

“A pretty little southern girl…” he smirked, “Good for you, Mihawk.”

“Yes, yes, I’m very lucky,” Mihawk growled, “Now, get the fuck out of here, Shanks!”

“Alright, alright,” he rolled out of the bathtub, his clothes soaking wet, “So, should I wait in the bedroom, then?”

“If it’s a guest room,” Mihawk scoffed, “I am not sleeping with you, Shanks.”

“Aww, come on…” he slurred, “You know you want to…”

“No,” Mihawk grabbed a towel for you, handing it off with an apologetic look in his eyes, “Why don’t you go to our room? I’ll handle this.”

“Ok.” You wrapped yourself up in your towel and started walking off to the bedroom. Never did you expect to meet any of the Cross Guild’s exes, let alone under these circumstances. Let alone Mihawk’s. At least you knew Mihawk had taste. But there was something more. You didn’t like that look in his eyes. Just because he didn’t say something didn’t mean something didn’t happen with them. You’d never see him so scary. And yet, he seemed so defeated.

After you were dried off, you put on a black silky robe and made yourself comfortable on the bed. Although, the angry and colorful language you heard down the hall wasn’t exactly the comfort you were looking for. But then, it got quiet. Scarily quiet. You weren’t entirely sure if it was because it was over or Mihawk needed to hide a body. But before too long, one word echoed through the castle. It could be heard for miles. You had never heard Mihawk so angry. Then again, you were also involved.

“BUGGY!”

You weren’t sure what was going to happen next. But things went back to their scary quiet again. Before you knew it, Buggy’s head zoomed past your door. Just his head. Nothing else. It just blurred by. Along with Buggy’s yelling accompanying his head’s flight. You being the curious type couldn’t help but peek out at the carnage. No blood, so you took that as a win. That meant Mihawk kept the swords in their sheaths. However, the new black eye coming through Buggy’s makeup was not nearly as victorious.

“You ok, Buggy?” You picked his head up from the floor. What could you say? You took pity on the guy.

“No, I’m not ok!” he squeaked, “My body’s missing.! Your boyfriend just fucking decked me!”

“What happened?” Because you had a feeling that, even though it still broke your heart to see Buggy get hurt, he likely had it coming.

“Apparently, when we have company,” Buggy rolled his eyes, “I’m not supposed to answer the door. I’m not supposed to let them in. Oh, no. We can’t have that. Mr. Broody Pants barely wants us in his castle. God forbid we have anyone else come over. And before SOMEONE was boinking Shanks, that same SOMEONE seems to forget we have history, too.”

“Goddammit, Buggy…” you had been around the Cross Guild long enough. You knew how they ticked. You also appreciated Crocodile staying out of the mess. This was purely a hissy fit between Mihawk and Buggy. And unfortunately, you had to be the referee between them. You had to be the one to call the fight. And on tonight of all special nights. Which sucked even more, “Did you know Mihawk and Shanks had any history before you let him in?”

“Of course, I did,” Buggy scoffed, “I know enough about everyone in this castle to keep myself safe.”

And if that didn’t make your heart ache just a little more, “Even me…?”

“Sorry, doll,” Buggy nestled his head in your shoulder, “An unfortunate nature of the beast.”

“You really think I’d do something so stupid, Buggy?” you started to understand where Mihawk was coming from, “You really think I would betray you? You think I would be the one holding the bloody knife that came out of your back? You think I’m like that to where you’d feel the need to have something over my head?”

“Well…” It was then, Buggy knew just how much he gutted you. How much he hurt you. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to backtrack his way out of it.

“No,” you put your foot down, “You said what you said. You meant what you said. You don’t realize it, Buggy, but you and Mihawk and Crocodile have-”

“Ahem…”

“And Perona…” you didn’t see her floating around, but you knew she was there. You knew she was listening, “You’ve all been like a family to me. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t fuck family over. I can’t believe you’d do something like that…To Mihawk and Crocodile? Yes. Of course, I can see that. All day. I didn’t think you’d bring me into that, too. I thought we were special.”

“And we are,” Buggy insisted, his eyes pleading, “YN…Baby girl…”

“Don’t you fucking baby girl me,” you were not happy. And you had every right to be not happy. It was then, you decided to take a page out of Mihawk’s playbook. And you dropkicked Buggy’s head from one end of the hall to the other.

Although, as Mihawk stuck his head out of the guest room he had tucked Shanks into for the evening (because he wasn’t heartless. Shanks was wasted and needed a place to crash.), he was shocked to see Buggy fly by again, “YN…?”

“What?” You snarled, already fired up from what Buggy had said.

“YN…” Mihawk’s voice took on a much more authoritative tone, “You know better.”

“I’m not in the mood, Mihawk,” you stood your ground, not letting anyone belittle your feelings right now. You knew you had every single right to be as hurt as you were.

“Hey…” Mihawk wrapped his arms around you and let you shake in his embrace, “What happened?”

“Buggy just pissed me off…” You admitted.

“Me, too,” Mihawk scooped you up into his arms and gently kissed your forehead, “How about I bring you back to my room and we can make it ours for the evening? Sound good to you?”

You just nodded, your head rested in Mihawk’s shoulder.

“Good girl,” Mihawk carried you back to bed and put you down as delicate as a newborn baby, “By the way, darling…”

“What?” You started to come down from your fit of rage. Mihawk had that effect on you.

And he simply smiled, “Wonderful kick.”

“Thank you…” And you knew the night could only get better from there.

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