#fic: dracule mihawk

[draculesmihawk]

eyes like sinking ships on waters (i almost jump in)

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x OFC

Summary: He’s a stranger. She’s an unusual assignment. He may be everything she’s looking for, but she’s a presence that grows more intriguing – and infuriating – by the moment.

CHAPTER SEVEN: the moment i knew

[AO3]

“I’m choosing to trust you, Warlord.”

Her words ran circles around his mind, lit up even the darkest corners of there. It was not a secret that Shanks openly kept Aurelia under he and his crew’s protection. He had made it known that -- should she choose to -- he would have space for her on his crew, allowing her to sail the seas with them. Mihawk made his own intentions known when it came to Aurelia. He had been vocal with Shanks about the idea of Aurelia setting sail with him. He had also moved with purpose when it came to showing Aurelia the depth of his attraction to her. While he had yet to speak it into the universe, Mihawk knew he could not complete the Vice Admiral’s request to bring her in. It was Aurelia’s power. Her ability to draw such loyalty and affection from all she encountered. 

Such a warmth had even managed to penetrate Mihawk’s ice cold exterior. 

Dracule Mihawk stood at the beach, precariously close to the foreshore. Golden eyes watched the waves in the early morning hours. The sun had yet to break. Wouldn’t threaten to cross the horizon for hours. Despite the island being the picture of perfection, Mihawk had spent the night turning restlessly. His mind was swimming with thoughts and the waves of those thoughts threatened to pull him under.

He had been alone for far too long. So much so that he couldn’t recall the days that came before his solitude. Now all he could remember were the days after meeting Aurelia. It had been an impossibly long time since Mihawk had felt that kind of trust. Since he felt the need to take care of such a gift. To be near her. The feelings he found himself having towards her had caught him off guard. However, once they were there, those emotions seemed to dig deep within him and find a home there. Whether they were at each other’s necks or in the throes of desire, Mihawk knew without a shadow of doubt that what he felt for Aurelia was different than anything he had ever felt before. That knowledge equally emboldened and terrified him.

“It’s early.”

Aurelia’s voice was barely above a whisper behind him. Just enough to break over the sound of the ocean waves as they softly crashed along the shore. Mihawk’s eyes shifted from the water to the woman who slowly stepped into place beside him. Her face was still touched with tiredness as she looked out at the horizon. A sign that she had sought him out immediately after rousing from sleep. She wore the shirt he had given to her. While the shirt would have fit him, the fabric draped over her body more like a dress. 

“You should go back to bed, little dove,” Mihawk softly instructed.

Mihawk felt small, warm fingers reach out and brush lightly against the back of his hand. 

“I was going to say the same to you.”

A slow smile touched Aurelia’s lips as she felt Mihawk’s hand turn. His palm to hers, fingertips grazing against her own before he took her hand into his. Mihawk watched her take in the sight of the water before her eyes finally turned to lock onto his. Mihawk felt her free hand reach up, take hold of the collar to his leather coat. Her expression was dreamy and warm. As warm as the feelings that seemed to spread inside of him at the sight of her. He felt the fingers clutching his coat tug lightly, urging him to lean in. He did. No other option even registered in his mind. No other choice would have sufficed. His free hand moved to cup her cheek, thumb faintly grazing along her bottom lip as his lips sought hers out. No doubt or hesitation in his movements as their lips met. 

They kissed in the quiet of the beach with only the sound of the ocean around them. She melted against him, her smaller frame leaning completely into him as he kissed her breathless. He could commit the moment to memory, replay it each night, and still it would not be enough. Nothing would be enough ever again. Not unless he had her. Beside him, before him, beneath him… He’d take whatever he could get. That was not an easy confession for a man of Dracule Mihawk’s standing and reputation, but it was one he would give without fail if it meant securing the woman currently in his arms.

Mihawk’s hand remained in hers as they broke apart, fingers lightly squeezing as he began to move from their spot on the beach. Aurelia followed behind him, eyes casting a glance back towards camp as they moved further and further from it. A thrill shot through her body at the possibilities of the unknown.

“Where are we going?” she asked, feet quickening their pace to keep with Mihawk’s.

“We’re going to bed.”

“Camp is in the other direction.”

“I don’t recall saying the bed would be yours.”

Aurelia watched as Mihawk led them just beyond the sight of camp, tucked away behind the island’s mountains and trees. It was there that she saw it. A… boat ? It was a boat. At least that was what Aurelia assumed. It looked more like a coffin than a sea vessel. The mast at the center looked remarkably similar to the obscenely large sword Mihawk constantly had with him. Much like the man who owned it, the ship and sail was painted black. The only pop of color came from the details along the side of the craft and the wood that seemed to only form a single seat just off from the mast. She eyed the craft as Mihawk guided them closer.

“I cannot possibly get onto that…” 

Water coffin.

Floating deathtrap.

“Vessel,” Aurelia chose her words wisely, “It barely looks like I could hold one man, much less two peop-- hey!”

Aurelia yelped loudly as she found herself standing by the water near the ship one moment, then swept up in Mihawk’s arms the next. He had thrown her over his shoulder with ease, like she was a bag of rice and not a fully grown woman. His hand anchored her, resting just above the back of Aurelia’s knee. He had the decency to smooth over the fabric she wore, preserving what little decency she had for a woman being carried in such a way by a man. The sounds of indignation that came from her fell on deaf ears as Mihawk neared the boat. True, the carrier usually only ever was used by himself. However, he knew how much his vessel could carry. Aurelia’s addition would affect the craft very little when it came to taking on water. 

“Unhand me now,” Aurelia squirmed, feeling Mihawk hike her higher onto his shoulder as a result.

Aurelia threw her head back, brushing her hair from her eyes as she looked around. They were on the boat already. Mihawk took a step to his side and dangled her over the side of his boat, right above the cold water. His voice -- even when presented with his usual monotone delivery -- dripped with playfulness. 

“Are you certain, darling?”

“Mihawk…” 

She spoke his name with the utmost exasperation. However, Mihawk could practically hear the smile on her lips as she said it. It was all the more amusing to the pirate who held her in his arms. He loosened his grip on her legs, easing her feet slowly onto the wooden deck beneath them. Would this have been the dynamic if he had succeeded in catching her those few weeks ago? He doubted it. She was quite sure of herself back then. She was all the more sure of herself now, especially while under Shanks’s protection. What she didn’t possess back then was affection towards him. Mihawk was quite sure that had changed now. 

Mihawk watched as Aurelia set her hands upon her hips, eyes taking a slow look around them. Typically whenever he came across another pirate at sea there was a lot of screaming and fighting and -- for the other party -- dying. The dying part in particular made it difficult for those he came across to have the opportunity to comment on his mode of transportation. The act itself was innocent, but the fact that it was Aurelia building an opinion on his boat had Mihawk shifting uncomfortably in the silence. He had never had another with him before. Now he was debating the logistics of two people spending hours at sea on a vessel with such limited space. Whatever her thoughts were on the boat, Aurelia seemed to keep them to herself. Instead of speaking, she took the small steps towards the throne-like seat at the center of the boat. She sat down daintily at the edge of the bench, legs crossing at the ankles.

“Somehow it doesn’t surprise me that you possess a boat that is only big enough for yourself.”

Aurelia watched with interest as Mihawk retrieved the sword that was latched to the back of his coat, expertly securing the massive weapon within the wooden backrest behind her. The giant blade lined up perfectly with the boat’s mast. While the move had allowed him to take a seat beside her, Aurelia watched as Mihawk brought the heel of his boot to one of the wooden planks of the deck by their feet. The piece of wood came loose, lifting at the other end, allowing Mihawk to lean it up against the arm rests that flanked the bench. Curious eyes watched as Mihawk bent down to reach into the now open space, retrieving a small item from beneath the deck. Mihawk moved towards one of the two candles that were placed on the edge of the boat. It was then that she saw the fire striker in his hand. Flint and steel. There was a comfortable silence that sat between them as she watched him work. He lit the candles on the ship, illuminated the area in a brilliant green glow. Mihawk moved the short distance, returning the items back into their rightful spot below deck. 

“Clever,” Aurelia confessed, as Mihawk bent down to secure the plank back into place. 

“You didn’t think I sailed with the clothes on my back and nothing else, did you?”

“I imagine those who came across you at sea believed as much,” she told him, “The idea that you could travel such distances with nothing but your sword would have your enemies quaking in their boots.”

“It does.”

“I bet a single, withering look from you inspires fear in the hearts of even the bravest souls.”

Aurelia had seen as much. Weeks ago. The group that had planned to collect her bounty. The ones Aurelia had left behind with Mihawk when she had the opportunity to flee. Men who no doubt met a much worse fate. Mihawk rose from his spot, took a few short steps in Aurelia’s direction. She watched Mihawk move down --  lower and lower -- until he came to rest on a knee before her. Gold eyes met her own. They locked on and rooted her in place with his gaze. He watched as she lifted her chin defiantly, returned his look with one of her own.

“You don’t scare me though, Dracule Mihawk.”

Too brave for her own good.

She had been brave the moment they met. All but goading him into allowing her a chance to evade capture. She had only grown braver under Shanks’s protection. How much braver would she become once she knew the sheer strength that came from being associated with him? 

“Perhaps not,” Mihawk confessed, “But the lengths I would go to keep you at my side should, little dove.”

Mihawk brought a hand up to touch the side of her face. His thumb grazed the swell of her cheek softly, fingers trailing along her jaw. He felt her breath quicken and catch as he ran the pad of his thumb along the bottom of her lip.

“You slipped from my hands once,” he continued, “I've no intention of letting you go again. Not to Shanks, not to those who hired me. No one.”

Aurelia was certain he could feel her heart race as his hand traveled down, brushed along the pulse in her neck before dropping down to take her hands into his own. He leaned in, lips ghosting over her own. The faint purr in his voice stirred something deep within the pit of her stomach.

“I could steal you away,” he told her, voice low as he spoke, “Sail away from this place. No man or bounty would be able to stop me. I could bring you to another island. There's a castle there. A bit dim and cold, but you would leave your touch everywhere. Make it your own. Make it warm, like you.”

Her breath caught at the words. The weight of them. The man who spoke them to her. Dracule Mihawk was a formidable pirate. His reputation seemed to travel across the different seas. Aurelia had seen with her own eye the absolute force of a man he was when it came to those he deemed his enemies. Would he be just as much of a force for someone he considered an ally? Someone he considered more than that? This pirate -- this man -- who sails a boat fit for one, who seemed to embrace a solitary lifestyle? She wanted to believe it wasn’t possible. Needed it to be so. It was impossible to ignore the obvious though. It sat between them in the quiet. In the way his eyes followed her. In the words on his lips. In the way he touched her.

“You’re shaking.”

Two words. Barely spoken above a whisper. Yet they snapped Aurelia to attention. Mihawk felt her fingers flex faintly before she pulled them away completely. 

“Must be the breeze from the sea,” she said, a faint tremor in her voice.

“I’ll escort you back to camp,” he quickly replied, with a dutiful nod.

The hand that Aurelia had pulled away just as quickly reached out to stop Mihawk, who had only just begun to move. Fingers reached and curved around the cuff of his sleeve, her eyes locking onto his. Anchored him into place. Mihawk knew there was no moving. Even if he tried, one glimpse from her and he would remain where she pleased.

“I don’t want to go back to camp,” she told him. The words were spoken quietly, traveling only the short distance between them. “I wish to remain here for the night.”

Mihawk blinked.

Blinked again.

“Here?”

Aurelia shrugged a shoulder in reply.

“Are you certain?” he asked her.

“The thought of staying in your company holds new meaning now,” she told him. 

Mihawk could feel the warmth now. It was in her gaze as she looked at him, in the softness of her smile.

“Being in your company feels… perfectly tolerable.”

She continued to smile despite the unamused look in his eye. It was impossible not to catch the way Mihawk’s hands moved to rest on the seat. A hand on either side of her, caging her in between them. He leaned in slightly. Though it felt like danger sizzled in the air between them, Aurelia knew she was probably the safest she ever could be.

“Tolerable, you say?” he deadpanned.

Aurelia feigned reconsidering her words.

“Somewhat enjoyable?” she offered.

Golden eyes narrowed.

“Try again, little dove.”

Little dove.

Aurelia found more and more that she enjoyed the nickname he had for her. It was because of that she dropped all pretense, opting for a little less humor and a little more honesty. She scooted forward, sitting herself on the edge of the seat and closing in what little distance she had shared with the pirate. She brought her hands up to his face, her eyes following her fingers as they trailed along Mihawk’s jaw. Fingertips brushed along the neatly trimmed beard, down the sides of his neck.

“I never thought myself someone who could be content with life in a castle,” she confessed, “Being stuck in one place, surrounded by giant stone walls…”

Her hands ran over the leather of his coat lapels, dipped beneath the sturdy fabric. Her hands met skin. Came to rest against his bare chest. Mihawk’s expression -- no surprise there -- remained stoic. However, the power in his gaze and the heat that they held could not be mistaken.

“Perhaps my issue did not lay in the where, but rather with whom.”

Something ebbed and flowed between them. A maddening attraction. A powerful pull, like unrelenting ocean waves. They had no choice but to let the waves claim them. Aurelia could feel her heartbeat pick up pace. The thumping in her chest only pounding more as she felt Mihawk’s hands settle on her waist. His fingers glided over the soft shirt, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric. 

“You spoke of stealing me away," Aurelia softly said, "But you cannot steal what is given to you freely.”

Mihawk watched as a smile warmed Aurelia’s lips. Her whole being seemed to relax under that realization. The sight of her completely at ease in his presence brought a nearly painful sort of pleasure to him. In that moment, with her hands on his chest and his fingertips gripping her hips, Mihawk would do just about anything to have this. To have her . For however long he could.

“We can leave now,” Mihawk told her, pushing himself up to his feet.

“It’s the middle of the night,” Aurelia laughed, rising from her seat to follow after Mihawk.

“There’s a restaurant a day’s trip from here,” he continued. Aurelia reached out to stop him before he could commit to setting sail. “No island or town. Just a restaurant at sea. You’d adore it.”

“I’ve no doubt,” she told him, planting herself firmly in front of him, “Just as I’ve no doubt I’ll enjoy it after a night’s rest.”

Aurelia tugged Mihawk back to the lone bench on the boat. He allowed her to ease him onto the seat, albeit reluctantly. Mihawk shifted on the bench, getting comfortable before he reached for Aurelia. His fingers met hers, drew her closer until she settled onto the bench beside him. His arms found their way around her waist, adjusting their bodies until she leaned her back comfortably against his side. They sat in the silence for a moment, enjoying the feel of their bodies against one another.

“I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye to Shanks,” Aurelia broke the silence with her confession, “They’ve been so kind to me during this time.”

“You were fortunate,” Mihawk replied, “That it was Shanks you came across and no other crew.”

“All the more reason to let them know where I’m going,” she said, tilting her head to send a smile up at him, “Shanks will be pleased, I think. Knowing I’ll be with someone he respects.” 

Mihawk brushed his thumb along the fabric that hung from Aurelia’s hip, lost in thought. He could feel the weight of Aurelia’s book and the contents inside. Even now, even with Aurelia in his arms, the weight was there. Growing heavier with each moment that passed. If he could get to Shanks first, then they can talk things through and surely everything else would fall into place as they went.

It was leaving.

With him.

“I’d like to speak with him first,” Mihawk carefully said, earning a faint look of confusion from the woman in his arms, “To… explain the situation to him.” 

He had tried to discuss the matter with Shanks hours before, but his friend had sensed something in his voice somehow. Knew it was a matter that couldn’t be explored in the dark of night. Shanks had convinced him to wait until morning. Now morning was nearing and it wasn’t the book Aurelia wanted to talk about once it came.

“He’ll be concerned,” he continued, “He won’t let you go without knowing you’re safe. I’ll need to assure him that my intentions are pure.”

Aurelia pressed her cheek against Mihawk’s chest in an attempt to stifle the faint laugh that threatened to bubble.

“Are you laughing at me?”

Despite the way she shook her head, Mihawk felt Aurelia’s body shaking from suppressed laughter.

“In a good way,” she confessed, “I promise.”

Aurelia took hold of Mihawk’s hand, bringing his fingers to her lips. 

A soft kiss.

A reassurance. 

“I think it's very sweet you wish to speak with Shanks. I’ll let you both talk things through come morning. It will give me the chance to break the news to the others before we leave.”

We.

“First thing in the morning.”

She had yawned out the words, snuggled into Mihawk’s body as she did. Mihawk fought against his own yawn, against the tiredness he had been fighting off. He let his head tip back, eyes closing as he tucked his worries towards the back of his mind for the night. He’d put this mess -- with the Vice Admiral and the bounty, as well as the book and its drawings -- to rest. Once it was all settled, he would be able to take Aurelia wherever she wanted. It was with that thought that Mihawk finally allowed sleep to claim him. 

Purururu… purururu… purururu…

Aurelia woke to a bright sun and a muted ringing. Raising her head, she caught sight of Mihawk. Eyes closed, huffs of slumber. He had to have been deep in his rest, as he didn’t stir even as she untangled herself from his arms. She scrubbed at her eyes, adjusting to the daylight as she looked around. The muted sound persisted as she stepped from wooden plank to plank. Digging the tip of her toe into the plank she had seen Mihawk maneuver, Aurelia popped loose the wood. Setting it aside, she kneeled down to reach her hand below deck. Wrapping her fingers around the object in question, she retrieved a small, vibrating case. 

An earpiece Den Den Mushi.

A ringing Den Den Mushi.

Extracting the tiny snail from the case, Aurelia tucked it into her ear as she heard the soft click of the call connecting.

“Mihawk… Mihawk, are you there?”

The voice on the other end of the line was sturdy. Older. Almost stately. Above all other traits, the voice that sought to speak to Mihawk was familiar . She had heard it before. When the Marines came to the island -- the important ones, the ones that held rank -- this voice was one of them. The man who the voice belonged to was a Vice Admiral. No doubt the one that had tasked Mihawk with his mission.

“Do you have an update on the bounty?”

Aurelia felt her heart sink. The voice in her ear. The sight of Mihawk’s sleeping form nearby. The mission that had been the driving force for everything. A bounty that Aurelia had foolishly believed he had abandoned. She had believed it. He had said as much. Mixing the words with other promises. Promises of them. Being together. She had believed it all without a second thought. It was at that moment that she realized the extent of her mistake.

It was a mistake she would not make again.

[reineydraws]

saw this quote off a v cute ushiten comic first haha check it out

i just drew them over a screenshot of hitsugibune from the back 'cuz i was lazy lol soz

[dragonbonez]

He adopted him after that.

[jei-rifni]

Picnic hike

[arkive78]

One Piece Fic Recs that occupy my mind nonstop

After really getting into One Piece this past spring, I've been reading as much as tumblr and AO3 have offered me in terms of One Piece content. It's been hard to keep track of everything that I have read, however, certain stories/headcanons/posts linger in my mind and I thought I'd share them with you!

Minors DNI with fics marked as NSFW and for anyone, be sure to read the content warnings the authors have mentioned!

Hope y'all enjoy!

Updated: October 1, 2024

Killer

Childhood Crush by @analogwriting

does involve violent themes, please be sure to read content warnings for each chapter

Will You Let Me? by @fanaticsnail

NSFW, Pollen AU

Dreaming of You by @fanaticsnail

this also includes Heat and Kid

NSFW

The Break (Kid x reader x Killer) by @standfucker

Gore, graphic description of injury/pain/first aid, hurt/comfort, confessions, highly oblivious reader

Rotation (Heat, Kid, Killer, Wire x reader) by @standfucker

explicit NSFW content

Loving you is easy by @sheerxfiction

NSFW

Three Times Killer Tried to Confess and The One Time That He Did by @nina-ya

SFW

Acid, Salt, Fat, and Heat (w/ Kid) by @fanaticsnail

NSFW

Ace

SFW:

A world we are both in by @my-love-is-sunlight

Kiss by @my-love-is-sunlight

Patching Up Ace's Wounds by @nina-ya SFW

there are more of this prompt with different characters btw!

Help by @sanjisprincesswifey

Blinders On by @froggiewrites

Taking the hit for him by @grandline-fics

NSFW:

Open Flame by @willowbelle

Ace + back dimples by @tetzoro

Fated Reunions by @tetzoro

Coward by @mimi-ya

Need by @maddddstuff

Ass or Tits? by @cloudzoro

Follow Through by @froggiewrites

My Pretty Little Thief by @turtletaubwrites

Zoro

SFW:

Bloom by @tetzoro

brazen by @mydearlybeloathed

"we should get married" by @grandlinedreams

wake him up! by @sleepymarimo

He Loves Me by @clare-875

Got me losin' my cool by @bitchimasnake-sss

Insomnia: owner's instruction by @revasserium

NSFW:

The Right Direction by @willowbelle

with hearts aligned by @eelnoise

2 years overdue by @heyitsdoe

pumpkin by @cloudzoro

beg for me by @angel1010xx

Waterflow by @otkuhotgirl

Law

SFW:

touch-starved Law by @maroronoa

the death of me by @weneeya

too sweet for me by @my-love-is-sunlight

there are no conditions by @cozage

Hidden symptoms by @escenariosinfumables

Unspoken affections by @avocadorablepirate

NSFW:

Tethered Together by @tetzoro

Luffy

A secret by @missmugiwara

18+, suggestive

SFW:

you can talk to me, but you already know by @mydearlybeloathed

clueless by @grandline-fics

Bachata by @fanaticsnail

Mihawk

Sapsorrow by @fanaticsnail

has both SFW and NSFW so make sure to read the chapter warnings!

Creative Cures by @discordantwritings

NSFW

Shanks

SFW:

Remember Me by @fanaticsnail

Dancando Lambada by @fanaticsnail

NSFW:

Always return to you by @discordantwritings

Sanji

NSFW:

Citrus by @otkuhotgirl

Multiple characters

Hey Doc by @fanaticsnail

some NSFW themes depending on the drabble

so very very funny

The Kissing Booth by @fanaticsnail

Paulie, Luffy, Hongo, Smoker, Aokiji, Heat, Crocodile, Sanji, Shachi, Law, and Zoro (right now)

my favorite ones are: Luffy, Smoker, Heat, Shachi !

Competency, Stupidity, Duality by @fanaticsnail

kid, zoro, and killer

SFW

Post Injury by @standfucker

law, shanks, rosinate, blackbeard, mihawk

gore content warnings

Gremlin Reader by @standfucker

Straw Hats, Whitebeard Pirates, Heart Pirates, and Kid Pirates

literally the funniest fucking thing I've ever read

they hurt you while controlled by a devil fruit by @grandline-fics

zoro, law, shanks

angst, descriptions of injury, and hurt/comfort

Beauty scars by @cozage

law, kidd

borderline NSFW

Truth or Dare by @cozage

Ace, Shanks, Luffy, and Law

SFW + NSFW, the NSFW section is clearly marked by the author

Oblivious flirting by @cozage

Law, Luffy, Ace

SFW

A Plushie Substitute by @cozage

Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Ace, Law

SFW

Five things he says when he thinks you're asleep by @imasimpforshanks

Law, Ace, Shanks

SFW

the moment they knew you were the one by @imasimpforshanks

Luffy, Zoro, Ace, Sanji, Shanks, Law, Sabo

fluff

Falling in love with them by @imasimpforshanks

Ace, Law

SFW

OP to you being clueless to their flirting/feelings part 1 by @astelren

Ace, Luffy, Sabo, Zoro Sanji, Izou, Cavendish, Rayleigh, Law

fluff

there's a part 2!

Being scared to have sex with them by @strawhatsoraya

Zoro, Law, Kid, Ace

obviously NSFW

Calling them my love by @lehguru

Law, Sabo, Ace, Kid, Killer, Bartolomeo

SFW

Kid, Zoro, Law, & Sanji with a s/o afraid of having sex by @eustasskidagenda

NSFW

there are 2 other parts with different characters!

A celestial dragon wants their fem!s/o by @uramakimochi

Zoro, Sanji, Law

SFW

there's another part too!

Hand placement by @cloudzoro

Ace, Crocodile, Law, Mihawk, Nami, Reiju, Robin, Sanji, Tashigi, Zoro

NSFW

god the ones about the girls are SO GOOD

affectionate + strawhats by @lehguru

SFW

OP boys in a relationship by @moonydustx

SFW

growing old together by @usernameforaboredcat

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

SFW

sobbed

one piece boys rescuing you by @badgerbl00d

law, zoro

sfw

heartstopper by @sleepymarimo

luffy, sanji, zoro, law

sfw

party games they'd play as an excuse to kiss you by @imasimpforshanks

luffy, zoro, nami, ace, law, shanks

sfw

Op characters reacting to you kissing them and running away by @princeoftheeternalbog

luffy, zoro, sanji, nami, robin, usopp, ace, marco, izou, sabo

slightly suggestive, mdni

Number Games by @turtletaubwrites

multi-chapter story with Cross Guild x reader

very NSFW, read the tags very carefully

Random Flirting Headcanons by @feral-artistry

Shanks, Buggy, Sanji, Ace, Law, Zoro

SFW

Here's part 2 with more characters

Jealousy fueled kiss w/ “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” by @grandline-fics

Ace, zoro, law, kid, lucci

sfw

Thinkin about: the monster, trio, ace ‘n law! Vs breeding kink! by @bitchimasnake-sss

luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law

nsfw

Habits of touch by @clare-875

Zoro, sanji, luffy

sfw

Butterflies -- how they realize they have feelings for you (touch edition) with Luffy, Zoro, and Law by @radishaur

luffy, zoro, law

sfw

multiple versions! this one is just my favorite hehe

[grandline-fics]

Hello! Hope your having a good day today! Can I request mihawk, shanks and buggy with the prompt "sleeping separately after an argument" You can just do one of the characters listed if your busy! Or change them into a different character it's totally fine with me! - 🪼

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Sleeping separately after an argument

WARNINGS: slight angst, arguing couples, ends in comfort 

CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy

WORDS: 4,199

A/N: Thank you for this request! It's my first Buggy request and first time writing for him so I hope he's to your liking. I tried to keep things varied with these and are on the long side to include a happy ending.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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MIHAWK

“So what? You were never going to send word to me that you were safe?” You’d demanded glaring at your lover that you hadn’t seen in months. Ordinarily you were used to the time and distance apart but he was always in contact with you in some regard. This time however you had no idea about his whereabouts, not until that stupid poster fluttered out of your morning newspaper and you travelled across the sea to Cross Guild to see him for yourself, otherwise you doubted he’d have ever contacted you. 

“Well you would have known from the poster’s existence that I was perfectly safe.” Mihawk answered coolly. He hated how he was speaking to you but in his clear view of the world, in the long run this would be best. Underneath his calm exterior, seeing you stroll into Cross Guild had both sent a mix of conflicting feelings through him. On the one hand he loved the sight of you and wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you and welcome you properly. On the other he felt unnerved. He hadn’t been expecting you, if he had known perhaps his approach would have been more thought out but you were the only person to ever rattle him.

All he knew was he needed you gone so he could clear his head and he needed you out of Cross Guild before Crocodile came sniffing around. Acting on instinct, he’d abruptly taken your arm and led you out of the room filled with people. He didn’t need them listening in on any private conversation of his. However you’d only let him get as far as the corridor before you pulled out of his grip and began to interrogate him over his actions. Mihawk refused to tell you the truth, he refused to admit his only worry. Now that he no longer had the protection of Warlord, you would have a clearer and larger target on your head if anyone knew you were romantically involved with him. As much as he knew you could look after yourself he didn’t want to bring any added hassle to your life, nor did he want you to change your life by remaining in Cross Guild just to give him the peace of mind you were safe. “You’ve wasted your journey coming here.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Dracule.” You snarled meeting his steady, impassive stare with your own burning in intensity. You knew he was being guarded for a reason but after all this time you were frustrated and hurt that he wasn’t being honest with you. After all you’d handled together and after proving you were strong enough to be considered his equal, he still wanted to push you away. “You don’t get to stand there and throw some generic one-liner at me. I know you better than that and I deserve better than that. Now talk to me properly and explain yourself.”

“Since when have I ever had to explain my movements?” Mihawk asked arching an eyebrow at you while you continued to glare daggers at him. It never ceased to amaze him that you could always meet his stare. “Cross Guild is new and needed my entire focus, you would have just been an unwelcome distraction and a possible liability.” 

As much as his words hurt, they baffled you even more. Hopelessly you stared up at the man in front of you, trying to understand. None of it made sense. You both knew your lives took you in separate directions and you’d never once tried to force yourself into his business just as he respected yours. The only thing you both ensured was contacting the other if something unexpected happened so neither of you worried. Had he just done that, you wouldn’t have come looking for him. You stared at Mihawk and saw he wasn’t going to give in or tell you the truth, whatever his reasons were it was clear he didn’t respect you enough to be honest then was there any point in saying anything more. 

Mihawk watched as something switched in your demeanour and the spark in your eyes seemed to snuff out. He didn’t move as you approached and reached out. When your fingers skimmed against his jaw he had to steel his nerve to not give into the temptation you always brought him. It only got worse when you leant in and pressed your lips against his. Mihawk felt his resolve begin to snap but the kiss was over just as fast as it began. You pulled back and stared at him, no longer with understanding but firm resolve and finality. “I’m glad you’re safe and I wish you the best of luck with Cross Guild.” 

With nothing left to say you left Mihawk, heading for the entrance to let the stubborn man you loved get back to his new focus only to stop abruptly when Crocodile stepped around the corridor and all but blocked your exit. You stopped and looked at the man you knew mostly from newspapers and reputation. You kept your expression even as Crocodile stared down at you, his keen observation taking you in before drifting up to Mihawk who glared warningly at his business partner. “Leaving so soon?” He asked simply, returning his attention back to you. “You just got here.”

“I was never planning on staying.” You answered dryly, stepping around the broader man only to sigh when he called after you.

“It’s too late for sailing though. There’s plenty of rooms for you to stay in if Mihawk’s room isn’t to your liking.”

“Not necessary.”

“Suit yourself, just know there’re undercover Marines camped out at the only inn on this island. I use the term ‘undercover’ lightly. Still better to know now just in case…” Crocodile’s voice floated towards you and you stopped walking. You turned to watch the man light a cigar, completely at ease. Briefly you flickered your gaze towards Mihawk and you bit your tongue. Looked like you were becoming the liability Mihawk had predicted you’d be. 

“Just show me to a room.” You muttered to a smug Crocodile. “I’ll be gone by morning.”

Mihawk couldn’t sleep. In the times he was apart from you he had adopted a talent for forcing his body to rest at least a little and grab naps here and there through necessity. However when you were both in the same vicinity as each other he could never sleep without your body beside his. Knowing you were just a few rooms away was like the cruellest form of torture. Now that he’d had the time to actually think about it all and his actions, he knew he was an idiot and had reacted and let his worries for you direct him when he should have just talked. Mihawk let out a low growl and rose from his bed. Crocodile was a smug, interfering bastard and had made sure to stop by and casually inform him which room you’d be staying in so he found you in no time. Knocking once he waited. 

Slowly you opened the door, your eyes stinging with tiredness. After all the tossing and turning you’d done your body was exhausted and so nearly ready to give in and let you sleep. Then Mihawk had to disturb that by knocking. His golden eyes scanned yours and he frowned to see the dark circles. Another thing for him to apologise for. “The last thing I want is for you to feel forced into stopping living your life how you want to. I was worried that with my Warlord status now being gone you’d be targeted to hurt me were people to find out we’re a couple. I know you can look after yourself but I’d hate to think you ever got hurt because of me. I acted poorly and pushed you away without thinking because had I really thought about it, not having you in my life was the worst thing I could think of.”

“You should have just told me sooner. You get so much more talkative when you’re sleepy, did you know that?” You asked with a small smile. “So I’m not a liability or unwelcome distraction?”

“Never a liability.” Mihawk swore, relieved that you’d stepped away from the door and allowed him to move closer to you. “A distraction most definitely but always a welcome one.”

“So I can stay?” You asked, leaning into his touch as his hand cupped your face and lowered his head so your foreheads touched, finally getting to enjoy the reunion at last. 

“For as long as you want.” 

SHANKS

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Shanks demanded angrily as he stared at you, his eyes zeroed in on the large and painful looking bruise against your cheek and your bandaged leg.  

“What do you mean ‘what the hell was I thinking’ Shanks?!” You snapped back viciously. Why the hell was he blaming you for something that was clearly an accident. “I was thinking about stopping one of the recruits from getting crushed, obviously.” 

“You weren’t even meant to be there in the first place.”

“It’s a good fucking job I was there.” You retorted, holding your ground fiercely and unwaveringly. “If it hadn’t been for me, they could have been severely injured or killed. Why are you berating me for doing the right thing?” Shanks rarely admonished you or anyone on the crew for that matter. Usually looking out for other members was something he praised. This was just so out of character for him. All you wanted was an explanation, to just understand what it was you’d done that was so bad to deserve all of the animosity. “Had Benn or Lucky been in my place would they be getting this tirade?” From outside the room you and Shanks were arguing in, Benn and Lucky shared a nervous look. Why did they have to be brought into this? Everyone on board bustled about, trying to see to their tasks without making too much noise from fear of drawing yours or Shanks’ ire.

“That’s not the point. This is about-”

“No, it very much is the fucking point.” You interrupted, your blood boiling and patience fraying. “Answer the question. Would you be speaking to them like this had they done the exact same as me?”

“They’re my right and left hands. You’re…” Shanks stopped clumsily and stared at you. This was the crux of the matter. You were different, he cared for everyone on his crew but to see you hurt had made him realise just how much he’d loved you and never faced that feeling before. He had been terrified that afternoon when he’d heard the yells, the heavy crashes of cargo falling after the ropes securing them had snapped from the strain and their age, and came across the seen of you lying on the ground. For a moment he’d feared the absolute worst and because of that, he’d reacted badly and still he was too scared to vocally tell you why. “You’re…”

“Right…” You sniffed slightly, nodding as the pieces seemed to fall into place for you. “I’m just the Captain’s current bedwarmer.”

“What? No!” Seeing the hurt in your eyes at your misinterpretation of the relationship you had, managed to jolt him out of his anger. He took a step toward you, reaching out and watched as you flinched and stepped back. “I didn’t-”

“Don’t bother.” You uttered, continuing to the door. “I’ve had enough of this.”

For the rest of the day you stayed as far away from Shanks as you could but no matter where you were you could feel his stare on you. It felt strange to not be so close, to let your presences mix together in a balanced sense of warmth and strength but at the moment you didn’t want to be near him. You didn’t want to listen to the sound of his voice that usually reassured you and made you smile. Exhausted by the events that led to the argument and the argument itself, you retired to bed early when you’d finished your dinner. Shanks said nothing but watched as you walked away, his frown deepening when he saw you walk in the opposite direction of his quarters that had also doubled as yours since you two got involved. With a long sigh Shanks rubbed his face, as much as he wanted to go after you he wanted to respect your wish for distance. 

Despite your desperate need for rest and sleep, it just wouldn’t come. You’d tossed and turned in what had been your old bed that now felt unfamiliar, simply unable to let your mind settle. With that being coupled with being unable to get comfortable in anyway you let out a long sigh and rolled over, staring at the ceiling in frustration. How did it come to the point that without Shanks your body was like a stubborn toddler, refusing the sleep it wanted and clearly needed? Absently your hand settled over your chest and you closed your eyes, trying to think about anything other than the man who you’d fallen for yet had been hurt by. Suddenly from outside your room you heard a muttered curse and dull thud. Dragging yourself out of bed you opened the door and looked down in bewilderment to see Shanks curled up in the corridor with a pillow and blanket. At the sound of the door opening he’d slowly rolled onto his back and looked up at you cautiously. “What are you doing?” You asked tiredly, leaning against the doorframe. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you…”

“You didn’t.” Your tone and expression was even but underneath it all you were unsure. “Answer the question, please. What are you doing down there? You could damage your back if you’re not careful.” 

“It’d be the least I deserve for speaking to you the way I did.” Shanks muttered, his shame evident. “I didn’t want to sleep in our bed, not without you. It didn’t feel right and I also wanted to give you space but…I still wanted to be near. This was the only thing I could think of.”

“Our bed?” You repeated with a tilt of your head. 

“Yes our bed, in our quarters.” Shanks insisted as he sat up but remained firmly on the floor. The fact that you were even willing to speak with him and that you hadn’t slammed the door in his face was enough to give him the courage to say what he should have that morning instead of running his mouth without thinking. “You’re more to me than some ‘bedwarmer,’ you always have been and I’d been too much of a coward to admit it. When I saw you hurt I feared the worst and just panicked. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way that I had and I certainly should have told you how much I love you before now. For all of that I’m so sorry and will do what I can to make it up to you, only if you’ll let me that is.”

“Okay, three conditions and I’ll forgive you.” You conceded after a few heavy seconds and you fought to hold back your smile at the sight of Shanks’ face lighting up immediately.

“Name them.” He swore with no hesitation, watching as you knelt down beside him.

“First, I get your favourite pillow for the next month.”

“You can have it forever.” Shanks grinned, his hand sliding over your waist as you inched closer. “Next?”

“You carry me back to our room so we can sleep.” Immediately Shanks had you scooped up and was off the floor in a fluid motion that pulled a surprised yelp from your lips. In no time at all you were both back in what you now knew to be your shared quarters and not just his. Shanks settled you on the mattress, making sure your head was cushioned by the pillow you’d only jokingly wanted before he crawled under the covers and held you close. In unison you both felt peace settle over you both, the sleep that your bodies had refused was now creeping through you now but Shanks refused to fall over just yet. “What’s the third condition?”

“Tell me you love me again.” You murmured, your eyes already closed and body pressed against his chest. Shanks sleepily chuckled and held you tighter, vowing to never risk letting you go again. you were his heart after all. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

BUGGY

Everyone knew Buggy had a short fuse. They knew that a good mood could turn sour without any warning, all it would take would be the wrong thing at the wrong time and he’d implode his fury on the closest thing possible and it wouldn’t matter if it was to blame or not. Today it seemed you were the focus for his anger. You’d walked into the big top merely to tell your lover that he was needed by both Mihawk and Crocodile. “Hey Bug-”

“No!” You stopped mid-step when the clown’s head detached from his body and whirled through the air and glared down at you. Stunned, you could only stare into his angry eyes and listen to his vicious rant. “I have had it with the sheer incompetence of everyone! How hard is it to listen to simple instructions?” You were sure that Buggy didn’t have any idea that it was you that he was shouting at. When he got like this all he really saw was the person’s outline and no discernible features. Still though, you opened your mouth to try and calm him before his face got as red as his nose but he just got lost in his anger that had reached boiling point. “What did I just say?! Get the hell out of my sight before I use you for target practice!”

The idea of Buggy hurting you caused the amused smile and light laughter to appear out of the sheer absurdity of it all. You were the one Buggy loved, he’d never bring you harm. But all Buggy saw and heard was insubordination, mocking his authority and his status. Now that Mihawk and Crocodile were around the big top was the only place he still had any power. For someone to laugh at him here was only adding fuel to the fire. 

His hands detached and grabbed your upper arm, hauling you off your feet so you were now eye level with him. Only now did he blink through his fury and realise who it was he was about to physically punish. But still he was angry and his lack of authority had made him shaken. If he immediately apologised now, he’d seem weak. He needed those who followed him to see he was in charge. You saw the recognition in Buggy’s eyes and thought he'd lessen his hold and set you back on your feet but instead he kept you in the air. “Why do I tolerate you and your lack of respect? Just be grateful for my mercy. Keep out of my way and out of my spotlight! Is that clear?” 

 Ever since the founding of Cross Guild you'd done your best to reassure Buggy that he was still important and still powerful. You’d navigated his low self-esteem and tantrums for years, knowing him longer and better than anyone. You loved him and you knew he loved you but this made your own anger begin to light. His behaviour like this towards you would not be something you'd let him get away with but you also didn’t want him to lose face in front of the crew who were watching with held breaths. “Crystal clear, Captain Buggy.” You responded in an empty monotone. “Thank you for your mercy. The spotlight is yours and yours alone. If you can let me go I’ll keep out of your way, it won’t happen again.”

“G-good.” Buggy quickly uttered and set you on your feet before releasing your arms. His mind was slowly clearing as he watched with uncertainty as you fixed your clothes and headed for the door. Absently he wondered why you’d been in here in the first place. Dread filled his stomach now, had you come in just to visit him and unintentionally been brought into the firing line? You opened the door and refused to look his way. 

“I’ll let Mihawk and Crocodile know you’re busy, Captain.” Your remark made his eyes bug out and he was frozen in place. What did those two want with him now?! Panic filled him as he abruptly dismissed the crew and he hurried for the door you’d left through. When he was in the hallway he saw you were heading for one of the lounge rooms and not Cross Guild’s meeting room, Buggy sighed in relief. He made a mental note to talk to you after and hurried for the meeting. 

As the day wore on, Buggy’s mood lifted significantly and the morning’s incident with you was unfortunately pushed further and further to the back of his mind. It wasn't until the evening time that he realised he hadn’t seen much of you. When he passed Alvida he asked if she’d seen where you’d gone. Alvida regarded him silently, confusion pulling at her features. “On your way to apologise?”

“What does my flashy self have to apologise for?” Buggy asked with a confident grin. 

“Well this morning, remember?” Alvida asked with a smirk as realisation flickered in Buggy’s eyes. “Yelling at nothing subordinates is one thing, but your lover? You need to talk to them. Sadly I haven’t seen them since you told them to keep out of your way. Hope you find them.” Buggy watched hopelessly as the woman continued on her way, not even bothering to assist him in finding you. Grinding his teeth anxiously, Buggy continued his search. He finally found you in your shared room and with a sigh of relief, believing he didn’t need to apologise after all he flopped himself down onto the bed. 

“Been looking everywhere for you. Hey, where’re you going?” He immediately sat up when you moved for the door, watching you turn to look at him with a frown. 

“Keeping out of your way Captain Buggy.” You explained. “As per your orders.”

With a sigh Buggy prepared himself to finally apologise. “You know I didn’t mean it. Not with you.”

“But you don’t make mistakes, Captain.” You shook your head, not allowing him to talk him way out of his actions so soon. “Don’t worry I’ll keep out of your spotlight.”

“There’s no spotlight here-”

“Where you are, the spotlight follows that includes here.” Your eyes moved to the bed he was lying on. The last time you and Buggy had slept separately was when he was in Impel Down and it had been the worst time of your lives but you had to do something. Buggy knew that you’d have to be severely hurt by him to even consider putting yourself through that and he knew he was to blame for it. So he could only numbly let you leave to have some space from him. “Sleep well, Captain.”

For hours Buggy tried to sleep but it just refused to come. Even though he knew your body wasn’t beside him, his hands still searched across the cold mattress in the hopes of finding you and his head always turned towards your pillow, eyes desperate to find your face in the dark. With a sigh, Buggy rose, his lesson well and truly learned. Trudging down the silent hallways he moved to the lounge he’d seen you head towards after he’d yelled at you that morning. Stopping in the doorway he saw you lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with heavy eyes that stubbornly wouldn’t close. “Can I come in?”

“It’s your circus, Captain.” You mumbled, still looking at the ceiling and too tired to move. “You don’t need to ask me for permission for anything.”

“Yes I do.” Buggy insisted, slowly walking into the room and stopped at the foot of the sofa. “You’re not some subordinate and the second I realised it was you I was shouting at I should have stopped. I should have apologised. Any orders I have are for those morons, never you. I’m sorry you had to do this to make me see that.”

Finally you dropped your eyes from the ceiling to observe Buggy, seeing he was free from his makeup and flashy outfit. Not Captain or figurehead, just your Buggy. Slowly you moved your blanket aside to wordlessly invite Buggy to join you. Tiredly you smiled when he wasted no time in moving down to lie with you, his arms circling you and his lips pressing lovingly against your cheek. Buggy relished the way you relaxed against him but knew he still had a hell of a lot of making up to do and come the morning he’d do jus that until you were sick of his flashy apology and spoiling you.

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Why we need Crocodile to be Luffy's parent

Just imagine (panel by panel) :

A while later, the Cross Guild main ship happens to see the Thousand Sunny.

Buggy : This is a dreamt occasion ! Sink that ship ! Crocodile : I'd rather not. Mihawk : My son is on that ship.

Crocodile : Mine is too. Buggy to Mihawk : Your son ? Mihawk : Well, my disciple, same thing.

Mihawk and Crocodile, eye boggling, looking at Crocodile : Your son ?!!!

Crocodile : Well, in my case it's biological. Buggy : Who the hell did you fuck and give a child to ? Mihawk, sips wine.

Crocodile : Dragon. Buggy, splits apart in suprise. Mihawk, spits his wine.

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When They Miss You- OP Boys Headcanons

Since the last one did so- bafflingly- well, here's another one!

Law:

He's chill for a while and for the most part he's calmed by the thought that you'll be back soon enough.

After a while he gets fidgety. Tapping his foot or finger, bouncing his leg, pacing, eyes occasionally darting to the door.

He sighs a lot and gets minutely more irritable. Only those who really know him notice the difference.

Throws himself into work to distract himself.

Spends more time standing next to the bed and staring at it than he does sleeping in it, and frowning every time he sees how the indent on your side of the bed lessens.

Zoro:

He doesn't wait like a dog... but he waits like a dog. On more than one occasion you returned to find him at the door.

Doesn't say a single word about missing you ever, but puts in every effort to stay in touch while you're gone.

There is a picture of you near him at all times that he hides when someone almost catches sight of it.

He holds his swords just a bit tighter.

Unconsciously flexes his hand a lot while he wonders if you're doing alright

Sanji:

Over does it with shopping for ingredients for the feast he plans to prepare for when you get back.

Casual keeping in touch with little calls or letters.

Surprisingly less bothered by your absence than most expect him to be, but that's because he doesn't want to worry you pointlessly by being a nuisance about it.

Quietly listens to music at night while daydreaming about you or remembering good memories to comfort himself.

The thought of you coming back keeps him too excited to be sad. He likes thinking about how he can surprise you each time you open the door and it occupies him thoroughly while he waits.

Ace:

He is obnoxious to everyone who is not you. That is to say, he won't shut up, ever, about you.

He talks about what you're up to, how much he likes you in general, and all the things he can't wait to do with you when you get back.

He'll lay awake in bed at night for a little bit, just smiling to himself and thinking of you.

There's an annoying number of phone calls, not to tell you that he misses you, but just to tell you he saw something weird. What he doesn't tell you is that he just likes getting to hear your voice.

He tries to keep the place clean while waiting for you to come back and always ends up breaking something.

Mihawk:

"I slept terribly." That is the start of every single phone call.

He will never tell you that he does this; but he gets an old pillow from the closet, stuffs it into one of your shirts and sleeps with it. It does not help and it makes him angrier in the morning than he would if he just stopped using it. But he likes that it smells like you so he keeps doing it.

Zones out a lot in the middle of a task or conversation thinking about how you're doing.

Accidentally makes an extra plate of food for breakfast and a cup of coffee/tea in the morning and pouts about it every time.

End of the day phone calls about your day and a gentle 'goodnight' before going to sleep.

Buggy:

Gets a bit more drunk than he usually does and spends his drunken stupor mumbling about how you are a traitor who abandoned him while fiddling with his cup.

The silence without you makes him frown a lot.

Every time he comes up with a good (or bad) joke that he thinks you'd like, he writes it down for when you get back.

Lies in bed like a sad puppy, staring at your side of the bed with a pout.

Only calls you when his people have had enough of his sulking and call you on his behalf before forcing him to talk to you. He cheers up significantly and is giddy for the rest of the day.

Crocodile:

He's minorly grumpy because half the time he tries convincing you to let him go with you and fails every time.

He spends significantly less while you're gone because literally everything reminds him of you and even he knows he can't buy everything in sight.

Calls you after lunch, of all times, to ask if you've eaten, tells you to take care of yourself, then promptly hangs up.

He's not particularly upset that you're gone because he has other things to occupy him, but also because the second he starts really missing you it makes him feel like you two are newlyweds separated for the first time and he's immediately soothed.

He does get a lot of things for when you return, planning to treat you to a relaxing day and sensual dinner. There's too many things for said day because he can't decide on what he thinks you'd enjoy best.

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Can you write something romantic for yandere Mihawk? Like a drabble or headcannons?

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I don't think I've ever written yandere before, but I wanted to give it a go. I hope this is what you were looking for! 🖤🐌

Obsession

Masterlist here

Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: Many believe Mihawk keeps the knowledge of his spouse a secret because he is a private man. Truth of it is, he is simply obsessed with you and doesn't believe any other pair of eyes is worthy of meeting their gaze with your majesty.

Themes: yandere!Mihawk x gn!reader, possessive attitude, obsession, infatuation, pining, longing, lusting, love, romance, kissing, yandere trope.

Notes: I will do anything to write a man in love. I love how period-drama romance looks on Mihawk, and I couldn't not write him with a little bit of a possessive flavour. I made the banner with OPLA's Mihawk wanted poster.

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While many were aware that Dracule Mihawk was married, they simply presumed he was a very private man. He enjoyed keeping to himself, and allowing himself the courtesy of remaining in solitude with his spouse while tending to his title as World's Greatest Swordsman.

In some aspects, he did. He did enjoy keeping to himself and remaining in solitude while he lived in the high keep of his castle, surrounded by swirled mountains and his well-tended gardens. But at the crux of his entire life, the center of his world and the prized diamond in his vast treasury, was you.

You ruled his heart, controlled his chin and the direction his gaze fell with a simple whisper of a word or the scent of your perfume. He was a man consumed, humbled by his infatuation to the point where his love fell into captivated, depraved fixation.

To put it simply, Dracule Mihawk wanted to keep you all to himself. He was a man consumed by his bewitchment and infatuation with the owner of his heart.

He was never one for sharing, never joining a crew or forming a bond other than rivalry with another person. As soon as he met you, everything changed for him. His heart soared, his breath was stolen from his lungs, and his eyes never strayed from honing in on your beauty.

He wasn't sure what it was you did or didn't do that had him fall to his knees and begin to worship at your altar. All he knew was he wanted you so desperately, craved to be by your side always, and wanted to shy you away from the wandering eyes of all whom he deemed unworthy to have their gaze fall upon your majesty.

When your courtship first commenced, he attempted to keep his tribute humble and small. But as your eyes lit up at the first offer of a simple rose he carved from his favored floral shrubbery, he knew he wanted to spoil you with lavish luxury. Each gift was catered to your interests and tastes, items you never thought he paid enough mind to your conversation while promenading, hand interlaced within the crook of his elbow.

He paid mind to it all. The way your voice changed when speaking on your passions, the questions you asked him about his life before working for the World Government, how you paused in the garden and listened to the sweet chirps of birds begin courting their mates. He hung on your every word, movement and motion.

For someone so stoic and reserved, the way his heart melted for you the moment your eyes met was as if his cold vessel was chaperoned into the bright light of a warm sunset. He couldn't get enough, and when he was certain you returned his love, he refused any exchange of dowry for your hand.

He wanted you to be his just as much as he desired to be yours. That was more than enough for him, and he would never leave you for wanting or without for all the days of your life.

The first time he was summoned to perform his duty as a warlord for the World Government after your marriage, he was overcome with rage at the thought of leaving your side. He almost took the head of the carrier bird with the summons for his assignment, but withheld his violent act at the sight of you offering the bird your Berry, and gifting them your palm filled with sunflower seeds.

As soon as the bird fled, he lifted your palm within his own, brushed the darkened casings of the remains from the seeds' shells, and rose the flesh to his lips to kiss away the indents of pecks the bird left in raised welts on your skin. Cupping his bearded chin, you rose his amber eyes to meet with yours.

“I will return to you,” his voice mourned for you above the softest whisper, “I will always return to you.” Leaning his cheek and chin into your palm, he closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in deep yearning.

“You are always so good to me,” you responded in a tone that mirrored his own, prompting his eyes to snap open and gaze deeply into your own. “I trust you to find your way home once you conclude this contract.” Ushering his face closer to you, you whisper against his lips before fully making contact, “I will be right where you left me, waiting for you to return.”

Mihawk's eyes darkened, his pupils blown black and eclipsing his honey-hue with the intensity of his possessive gaze. He knew he was many things to you, and good was far from a sentiment he held for himself. His desire to keep you secret was not to keep you safely tucked away from those who wished to do him harm, but because he was truly a selfish man.

As your lips closed in around his own, he was ready to commence his enthusiastic consumption of all that you had to offer him. Each kiss he pressed into you felt both like the first time he had ever felt such passion, and the last time he was ever to claim such a prize.

Hands clawing at your hips, he drew you flush with his own and angled his chin to deepen the oscillation. Tongue darting out to taste yours like a delicacy he was never again to roll over his palate, the muscle ground against your lips and lewdly consuming your kiss with lusting desire.

Both pulling away from one another, he rested his forehead against yours and took a moment to catch his breath. Eyes closed and brow lowered, he shared breaths with you and savored every moment you shared with one another.

“I crave the day we meet again, my precious consort,” he pressed his lips to your forehead, “My guiding light to point me home,” his lips dart down to claim your cheek beneath it, “The crown jewel in my treasury, and reigning monarch of my very soul.” He pressed a chaste and longing kiss once more against your lips before pulling away.

“Always so charming, my love,” you smile up at him, removing your hands from his face and smoothing over his leather shoulder pads of his outer great-cloak. “I will be right here ready to receive you, as I always am.”

“My beloved,” he whispered, his eyes falling half-lidded and dark eyelashes fluttering from your lengthy confession.

“My dear,” you breathed his whisper within your chest and replaced it with your own. You pressed your lips to his cheek, an offer of your blessing to embark on the next chapter of his journey.

Dracule Mihawk was a man consumed with the love he had for his counterpart. He rued each day to depart from your side, and would have no quarrel with offering his opinion as such to the official whom summoned him.

Truthfully, he was a man infatuated by his spouse that it bordered on domination by his strongest emotions, but choosing to keep them beneath the surface to not tighten you with his intensity. It was his addiction, his fix in a world full of darkness and torment.

He was your loyal zealot, knight and fierce protector, and you...

You were his obsession.

[sualne]

icebrug and mihawk from the Arctic Birds fic

[manofbeskar]

a little happiness is officially over

[draculesmihawk]

EYES LIKE SINKING SHIPS ON WATERS (I ALMOST JUMP IN)

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x OFC

Summary: He’s a stranger. She’s an unusual assignment. He may be everything she’s looking for, but she’s a presence that grows more intriguing – and infuriating – by the moment.

CHAPTER SIX: and it's my whole heart (deemed and delivered a crime)

[AO3]

It happened in an instant.

She wasn’t within reach. Too far ahead of him, too angry at him, too far up the incline of the forest terrain when her steps seemed to stagger and her legs gave out from under her. She had hit the dirt roughly before his eyes, the side of her body crashing and taking the brunt of the damage against the hard woodland ground. Her body was unresponsive as she slumped down the dirt slope a few feet off from him. 

Mihawk himself wasn’t sure what he had called out to her at that moment. It could have been her name. It could have been a command to stop. The words could have caught in his throat, leaving only a strangled noise passing his lips. Whatever sound he made, it didn’t matter. Not when he was rushing over to where Aurelia had stopped. Knees driving into the dirt beside her, Mihawk reached out to inspect her. She was breathing. That much he was relieved to know. What had caused her to stumble? He had no clue. He slowly turned her onto her back, taking note of the scrapes along her left side that she sustained from her fall. Hauling her up carefully, he kept one arm around her as he drew her onto his lap. Her body curled into his and her head came to rest on his shoulder as he sat with her on the forest floor. Mihawk brought his free hand to her cheek, brushing the dirt from her face. He took in the slow breathing, the furrowed brows, the way her eyes were moving behind closed lids.

His lips moved to brush along the crown of her head, dipping to her ear as he murmured whatever reassuring words he could think of to her. His hand moved to brush along her arm. Wrist to elbow, elbow to shoulder, then back down. A soft attempt at rousing her. He shifted in his position, pulling back to look at her face. A pinched, pain expression lingered, her mouth a set line as she tried to lift her head from his shoulder.

“Open your eyes for me, little dove.”

Need was apparent in his voice. There was no other way to describe it. Mihawk simply needed the sight of her eyes upon his own. Those incredible warm eyes, the narrowed gaze, looks that were lit with amusement usually at his expense… Whatever she could give him, he would accept at that moment. His hand moved to trace the swell of her cheek, the line of her jaw. It wasn’t until he reached to brush her brow that Aurelia’s hand reached up, fingers curling over his. The soft hum in response from her had Mihawk’s breath catching in his throat. His hand turned, fingers taking hold of her own. He pressed a kiss to her hand, thumb brushing over her knuckle as he did.

“Mihawk.”

Her voice came out in a shaky sigh.

“I’m here. I've got you.”

Mihawk shifted, legs parting as she tried to sit up. It took longer than usual, a hiss of pain on her lips as she ended up sitting between his legs. He kept a knee propped behind her, and remained at her back for stability. His hand remained in hers, his eyes still searching for her own. She brought her free hand up to her face, fingers tenderly pressing against her temple. It wasn’t until the discomfort subsided that her eyes fluttered open. She winced at the light, blinking repeatedly as she tried to get her bearings. 

"There we are," Mihawk said, as Aurelia's eyes set up on his, "You took quite the tumble, darling."

Darling. 

That was a new one.

It sat with Aurelia when Mihawk assisted her back to camp. At his insistence, of course. His very frustrating, very handsome insistence. They moved in silence after the ordeal. The fall, what they spoke of before the accident, what they were doing before all of that… Awkward silence seemed like the best option to go with at the moment. One hand gripping the bag of fruits, he led them down the sloped forest grounds. His other hand was kept at her hip, her hand resting atop his as he guided them through the thicket and onto the sandy beach. She assumed she looked positively dreadful, as the smile Shanks had on his face disappeared at the sight of her. It had been enough to alarm the others, then there was no stopping the swarm of worried faces. 

“Sweetheart, what happened?” Shanks asked immediately.

“This better not be your doing,” Benn spoke over her head to Mihawk.

“I’m gonna fix you up a drink,” Roux offered. 

“You tried to brawl the Warlord in the woods, didn’t you?” Yasopp whispered to her.

They all seemed to speak at once. At her, at each other, to themselves. A mix of voices messily moving through the air around them. It wasn’t Mihawk’s hand on her hip anymore, but rather Shanks’s hand. Aurelia didn’t even notice the change of hands until Shanks began to lead her further towards camp, orders being sent out to the other men to give Aurelia some room to breathe. Shanks led her to a makeshift seat, sitting her down before he moved to crouch down in front of her. Her head swiveled slightly, unable to find the familiar glint of yellow eyes in the small group.

He was just there a moment ago.

“Are you okay?”

Surely he wouldn’t leave now.

“Aurelia…”

Would he?

“Sweetheart.”

Darling .

Aurelia’s attention snapped to Shanks when she felt his hand touch her shoulder, rousing her from her thoughts. Curious eyes watched her as her mind seemed to catch up to the situation. She looked down at herself, taking in the new tear along the right side of her dress with a sigh. This skirt seemed doomed to be torn up. Her right forearm seemed to have gotten scratched up as well, minor scrapes and cuts on her arm and her leg where the dress was torn. Seeing her discomfort at the sight before her, Shanks unhooked the clasp of his black cape. He draped it over Aurelia’s lap, covering the skirt of her dress.

“This is all very unnecessary,” she said, even as Roux pushed a cup into her hand. 

“This is nothing,” Roux replied back with a grin, “Just something to warm up the stiff bones.”

“And we take care of our own,” Shanks assured her.

Despite her words, Aurelia flashed the two men a thankful smile. It was that. Right there. That desire to aid those considered part of the team, the crew … It felt like a family being with Shanks and the other men. Aurelia had a family in blood. With all the requirements that seemed to follow that kind of bond. This felt like the type of family that took care of their own not out of obligation, but because they chose to. Because they wanted to. Because it felt right to do so. 

“Thank you,” Aurelia said, before taking a sip from her drink. 

Shanks slowly smiled as he watched Aurelia keep the sip in her mouth, refusing to swallow it. She flashed Roux a thankful smile, which screwed into a look of distaste once the other man turned to leave. Shanks laughed as Aurelia’s face twisted at the taste. Some sort of spiced alcohol. Very strong, very hard to drink down. Because it was Roux that gave it to her, she wouldn't spit out the drink, taking her time instead swallowing down the liquid. Shanks took pity once she did, taking the cup from her hand and drinking down the contents of the cup.

"Were you feeling unwell again?" Shanks inquired, as Benn came around with a rag and a bowl of water.

"No," she said, though her voice was distant as she spoke, "My foot must've lost its balance. I slipped and fell."

Shanks eyed her carefully as he dipped the rag into the water. She wasn't being truthful with him. Not completely.

"It's unlike you to be so uneasy on your feet," Shanks told her, as he ran the damp rag over her arm, cleaning off whatever dirt and grime had stayed with her following her spill. 

"I must have become less graceful at sea," Aurelia replied, trying to keep the tone light.

"Well, graceful or not, we'll get you cleaned up," Shanks said, "We’ll figure out a replacement for your dress. At least until we can get you a proper one in the next town.”

Ever the gentleman, Shanks lifted the cape draped on Aurelia’s lap just high enough to gain access to her scraped leg. He kept his eyes at a respectable level and worked quickly. Under a lesser man’s care, Aurelia would be concerned for her honor. Shanks was not a lesser man, nor did he seem the type to forget himself when it came to a woman. 

“You won’t scar,” Shanks offered, “Just a few scratches. They’ll be uncomfortable, but nothing life-ending. Though I’d suggest a rest.”

"I'm not the least bit sleepy," she challenged.

“Your eyes would say otherwise, sweetheart.”

Shanks dropped the rag into the bowl, motioning to her face before wiping damp fingers against the pant of his leg. When Aurelia tried to look away, Shanks lightly tapped her chin. It was tired eyes that met him when she looked back. Though she wouldn’t say it, Shanks knew whatever happened with her had stolen away some of that liveliness he had gotten used to seeing when it came to the woman who sat before him. 

"It's just an accident,” Aurelia told him, “I don’t need to be ushered to bed at the first inkling of danger. I’m not made of glass. Just flesh and bone. Both of which are tougher than you think. It’s not in my nature to shatter under pressure, Shanks."

Aurelia watched as Shanks’s expression seemed to soften. He looked at her differently, eyes viewing her in a different light. The hand that had touched her chin slowly moved to comb the hair in her face back, tucking it neatly behind her ear. The expression he wore had Aurelia looking back at him curiously. There was a devotion in his eyes. A different form of adoration. She hadn’t seen such a look before when it came to this pirate. Not in the usual way he would meet her gaze. 

“What?” she prodded with a laugh, lighty swatting his hand away as she spoke.

Her voice seemed to pull Shanks from his thoughts. He rose from where he squatted in front of her, held out his hand to help her up from her seat. She accepted his hand, even hooked her arm with his as he led her further into the campgrounds.

“Nothing," Shanks insisted, a shake of his head as they walked, “You just reminded me of someone.”

“Someone special to you,” Aurelia guessed. 

She assumed it was correct from the coy smile that was drawn out of the man beside her.

“Someone quite dear, yes,” Shanks nodded, voice full of fondness. 

Though he was set on leaving it at that, the impatient squeeze of Aurelia’s hand on his arm was enough to draw out a laugh from the pirate. 

“I see flashes of her in you, you see,” Shanks continued, “In certain lights and specific angles. The small divot in your cheek when you smile. It’s your spirit though. The unwillingness to back down, even in times when you probably should … That more than anything gives me those happy, most welcomed glimpses.”

A smile came to Aurelia’s lips as she looked up at Shanks. He seemed to take a beat to close his eyes. He was visualizing the woman in that second. She was sure of it. From the looks of him, Aurelia knew Shanks savored the image of this mysterious lady in his mind. When he opened his eyes, Shanks sighed. Pleased. Content. The breath of a man who was touched by peace, if only for a moment.

“You loved her.” 

A statement. No question lingering there.

“I did.” The words flowed from him. The easiest confirmation in the world. “I still do.”

“Well, where is she then?” Aurelia asked, as they slowed to a stop outside of her tent, “If I’ve a fraction of her spirit, I’d expect her whipping you all into shape by now.”

“Oh, she absolutely could’ve,” Shanks grinned, “And it would’ve been a sight to behold, sweetheart.”

Aurelia watched as Shanks’s joyful expression gave way to a faint sadness. His mind seemed to go back in time, replaying the flashes in his mind.

“Our paths crossed a time or ten. Perhaps, for a moment, our destinies even ran parallel to one another. However, I have only ever known the sea… and that was the one place she could not make her home.”

“I’m sorry.”

Shanks felt Aurelia’s hand lightly touch his. Her fingers wrapped around his, squeezed them in a way he could only describe as comforting. A touch. A reminder that he was in good company. Not alone. It was then that Shanks placed a smile on his lips. Still faint, but there in appreciation.

“As am I,” he confessed, giving her hand a soft squeeze as he spoke, “But I consider myself quite lucky. To possess someone’s heart completely and to be able to grant them entire access to one’s heart in return. To love someone that freely and to feel the weight of that love returned to you tenfold. It doesn’t matter what length of time you’re in possession of it. It’s more terrifying than any sea monster imaginable, more captivating than any treasure.”

A breath caught in Shanks’s throat at the thought. He ducked his head slightly so that he could meet Aurelia’s gaze directly. There was a fierceness there. A fire that burned brilliantly in Shanks’s eyes. Aurelia knew he meant the words he spoke. Shanks meant it with every fiber of his being.

“To know the risks and choose to love still… It’s the bravest thing a person could do in this world.”

He watched as Aurelia turned his words over and over in her mind, letting the sentiment sit with her. Then, as he had hoped, her eyes shifted from his. Her face turned. Looking around. Searching. For another’s face. For the face of the man who entered her mind and seemingly found a home there.

“He needed a moment,” Shanks softly told her, a knowing smile on his lips, “I’ll let him know you’re resting once he returns.”

Shanks watched as Aurelia’s eyes moved back to his.

“I told you I wasn’t tired,” she replied, calculated in the way she didn’t acknowledge half of his words to her.

Shanks released her hand, bringing it up to cup her cheek in fondness. The pad of his thumb brushed faintly against the divot in her cheek as she smiled at him. His eyes locked with hers, held her gaze steadily. There was a kindness in those eyes, but also a power there she couldn’t quite place. It drew her in, kept her captivated.

“Rest,” he commanded, voice no higher than a whisper.

Aurelia felt a heaviness touch her eyelids at the word. The side of her head pressed against Shanks’s palm, head growing heavy with exhaustion. Fatigue crept in slowly. It lingered around her. Maybe Shanks was right… His hand dropped from her face, reached around to rub at her back in comfort before he moved to open the front of her tent. She stepped in without another word, settled in slowly atop the makeshift bedding they had provided her. 

It was Shanks’s soft smile and warm eyes that she saw before her own eyes closed. 

It was not Shanks at all she saw when she dreamed.

She dreamt of yellow orbs. Of lips that were soft, though they rarely turned upward. She dreamt of a feathered hat and the dark curls that escaped from beneath it. The scent of leather touched her senses. The feel of it along her fingertips, against her body. She dreamed of him . Different than any other thought of him that crossed her mind. Her body eased, rested completely. 

It was Mihawk that she found in her dreams.

It was Mihawk that she found when she woke up.

He laid beside her atop the bedding, an arm tucked behind his head and his hat tipped over his eyes. Though he wore his coat and cross still, he had placed his massive sword at his other side, fingers of his free hand at the ready to grab hold of the hilt if needed. Head raising slightly, Aurelia looked at the man that laid beside her. It was as if she manifested him from her dreams. Not entirely convinced this was reality, she raised a hand, dragged her fingertips slowly along his bearded jaw. She smiled when he huffed in his sleep. Her fingers pulled back from his face as he reached up to absentmindedly brush at his cheek. Biting back a laugh, Aurelia was careful as she raised her hand to repeat the motion again. That threat of a laugh gave way to a gasp when Mihawk’s once sluggish hand shot out to take hold of her wrist.

“You’re risking a very small, very pretty hand waking me from a nap,” he murmured out his warning, “Most forfeit their existence when they do such a thing, little dove.”

He released her hand, pushing back the brim of his hat as tired eyes opened and blinked into focus. It was then that Aurelia spotted them. Those peculiar yellow eyes. Aurelia felt the tug of a smile at the corner of her lips at the sight. 

“I’m lucky then,” she replied, lightheartedly, “That you’re willing to consider taking only my hand.”

“I’ll have that hand in time,” he said, voice touched with lingering slumber, “You’ll continue to vex me until I’ve no choice but to take it.”

There was humor in his voice, as if the words carried a different meaning on his tongue.

“But tonight we’ll call a truce,” he concluded, “I prefer to battle against opponents when they’re at their best.”

Aurelia watched as Mihawk slowly sat up and shifted, a feat she imagined was quite difficult to do within the confines of the tent for a man of his stature. She followed suit, sitting across from him and watching as he reached for something just off from where they sat. He placed a bowl by her knee, something she was sure Roux cooked up and shoved into his hand before Mihawk came to visit her. She must have needed it greatly, as she didn’t seem to waste time picking it up and enjoying the meal. Aurelia watched as Mihawk’s eyes seemed to run over her, taking stock of her wellness. She ate her meal in silence, allowing him to reach out and lightly push away the hair from the side of her face, inspecting the small scrapes that were present there. They had a truce. That was the reason she let the back of his fingers graze her cheek the way it did before dropping from her face. 

She held out the empty bowl to him, which he took and replaced with another item without a word. Looking down at her hand, Aurelia felt the soft fabric that was placed there. This blouse was stark white, much cleaner than anything Shanks and his men wore. It was made of finer fabric, incredibly soft to the touch. Where had they been hiding this one? Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. She felt Mihawk’s hand touch her face once more, his thumb smoothing the crease in her brow until she eased.

“Whose shirt is this?” she asked.

“ Mine. ”

Mihawk watched as she turned her gaze upward, cautiously meeting his eyes. He wondered if her mind traveled to the night before. To the last conversation they had when it came to donning a man’s clothes. She must have. He was certain of it. He watched as those cautious eyes seemed to melt away, replaced with a glimmer of amusement and a hum of acknowledgement.

“I doubt you found the time to sail to the nearest town and back in such a short time,” she said, tone light as she set the blouse on her lap.

Mihawk watched as her fingers softly touched the fabric, wondering if he’d ever be so lucky.

“I’ve a few items stored on my boat,” he informed her, nodding towards her torn dress, “You’ll find much better use out of it than myself for now.”

“Afraid Shanks will offer me another article of clothing?”

Ah, yes. Teasing. Mihawk was certain she was feeling much better now.

“If not him, it would be Beckman,” Mihawk said, “If not Beckman, it would be another man.”

Aurelia watched as Mihawk leaned in, spoke to her in a hushed tone meant for just her.

“I’ve not the time nor the patience to deal with such an annoyance,” he added, “Not when I know it’s my shirt you’ll be most comfortable wrapped in.”

Aurelia felt her heart quicken at the words. She was unable to contain the pleased expression that spread across her face. It simply couldn’t be prevented. Not with those words. Not with this man. Her hands continued to hold the blouse even as she leaned forward and brought her lips to Mihawk’s. A soft graze. A brush between two lips. He made no move forward, though his heavy sigh indicated how much he wished to. Aurelia smiled against his lips before placing a proper kiss there, satisfying in its simplicity. It was then that she felt Mihawk move, felt his hand rest along the side of her neck before deepening the kiss. He was convinced he could do this forever, though she pulled back before he could put such a thought to the test.

“Thank you,” she said, head tilting slightly as she smiled at him.

“Do you make it a habit of kissing those who bring you aid?”

Her eyes danced with warmth as she looked at him. The amusement in her eyes gave way to mischief.

“Not typically,” she confessed, as though she put much thought into her next words, “But I can try to do so with Shanks and the others going forward.”

“Don’t you dare.”

His words came quickly, as if the speed of them would put a stop to such nonsense.

“Why not?”

A half-hearted challenge meant to peeve him more than anything else.

“You know damn well why not, little dove.”

Mihawk’s hand slipped from the side of her neck, taking the hair at the base of her neck with a light grip. Her laugh was breathy as he pulled her forward, crashed his lips into hers. He felt her sigh into his mouth, felt her lips part with ease as his free hand snaked around her hip. His tongue dipped in and out of her mouth, a simulation of what he could only hope was future activities. He sat back slightly as Aurelia crowded his space. Her hands gripped at the skirt of her dress, hiking it up until she was able to straddle his hips with ease. It was then that her arms came to rest along his shoulders, hand reaching up to tug the feathered hat from Mihawk’s head. She wanted to feel the softness of his hair, and wanted to tangle the wild curls around her fingers. 

Aurelia had felt so certain when she had told Mihawk things could not happen again.

Now all she wanted was the feeling of his hands upon her.

She felt those same hands run along her body, reach between them to take hold of the front of her dress. He was tolerant at first, skillful fingers attacking the buttons with ease. Impatience seemed to overcome him slowly. It was the buttons. Too many damn buttons. She felt his sharp breath as he dropped his head to her shoulder, nuzzling into the spot between her neck and shoulder in begrudging defeat. He had fought off eagerness valiantly, but hastiness inevitably won out in the end. She felt the quiet hiss of a curse against her neck before Mihawk’s hands gripped the front of her dress, tearing open the fabric the remainder of the way. 

He had given her his shirt. She had no further need for the dress. It was the only thought that kept him from apologizing for such a barbarous act. An act that seemed to elicit quite the positive reaction from the woman before him. Aurelia shivered beneath his hands, her head dropping down to his shoulder as she bit back a rather enticing sound. Hm… Mihawk couldn’t help but store that particular move in the back of his mind. For future reference, of course. He was a man of skill. Attentive in all manners of learning. Honing such skills would take practice. Continual practice. Perhaps practice twice a day, if she was up for it. Aurelia swore she could feel Mihawk smirk against her neck. 

His lips moved to place kisses against her neck, along her shoulder, across any inch of accessible skin not covered in fabric. It wasn’t until he felt her hands frame his face that he allowed her to drag his mouth back to hers. She wanted the feel of his tongue against her own, wanted the slow churning that grew low in her belly that came with it. Her hips moved against his, felt the growing firmness beneath her as she did. His hands slipped beneath her dress as he felt the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her chemise. He felt her sigh against him as his thumb moved along the curve of her breast. That sigh sounded like a choir of angels to Mihawk’s ears as his hands dropped down, fingers gripping greedily at the swell of her hips.

It was then that he heard it. 

The sharp intake of breath. 

Not in pleasure, but pain. 

She was still hurt from that afternoon. He cursed himself for forgetting so. Cursed himself for taking liberties with her wellbeing. She would let him continue. He knew that much. Could he do so? Could he allow himself to sink into the moment, into her, knowing her complete and utter satisfaction would be marred by discomfort? He knew the answer in his mind, even as his body screamed for him to ignore it all.

Mihawk kept a secure arm around her as he moved their bodies. Careful as he coaxed Aurelia onto her back, taking care not to put too much weight upon her. God, she was beautiful . The faint flutter of lashes as she blinked up at him, clearing the haze of lust from her eyes. She smiled gingerly up at him, settling comfortably beneath his body. The front of her dress lay open, forgotten as she reached up to comb fingers through his hair. It positively wrecked him. Mihawk had no clue such a small, delicate action could cause such devastation within him. He wanted her body. Desperately. He desired only to hear his name on her lips. He needed the feeling of her body as it gave in to his, surrendering to the ebb and flow before being overcome by the waves.

It was Aurelia’s voice that broke the silence, whispering softly to him.

“You prefer opponents when they’re at their best,” she repeated his words from earlier.

She watched him swallow down his disappointment, let her hand drop to rub at his arms as he did.

“That’ll teach me,” her lips curved in amusement, “Getting myself injured right before such an important battle.”

Aurelia bit down on her bottom lip, clearly attempting to keep her laughter from bubbling to the surface. She seemed more at ease in that moment than any other they had shared before. He couldn’t quite believe the sight. Bracing a forearm above her head, Mihawk used his other hand to caress her cheek. She hummed at the sensation, eyes closing peacefully as she did.

“You’re different than earlier,” he couldn’t stop himself from quietly wondering aloud.

Her eyes opened and met his. She tilted her head into his hand, nodding at his words. She was a far, far cry from the words she spoke to him earlier that afternoon. There had been a shift. A significant one. Aurelia turned her head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to his inner wrist. 

“It’ll be more than my hand at risk now,” she whispered to him, “I’m choosing to trust you, Warlord.”

Mihawk lightly touched her chin, turned her face as he moved to lower his kiss to her lips. The tenderness there would linger long after the kiss ended and haunt them in the waking hours. A secret reminder between the two of them.

Of what they shared just then.

Of what they’ll share more in the future.

“Get back to sleep, little dove,” he murmured against her lips.

“Back to bossing me around again,” she grinned, despite the loss of his weight atop her as Mihawk carefully untangled himself from her arms, “It seems our truce has reached its conclusion.”

“That means you’ll go back to being impossibly troublesome. What horror have I unleashed upon me now?”

Aurelia heard the humor in his voice and -- for the briefest moment -- she was certain she saw a ghost of a smile on his lips as he collected his sword and hat before he left the tent. She shifted onto her side, her hand lightly touching her lips as she hid her smile behind the length of her fingers. Eyes closing, lips widened into a silly grin. Reaching out, Aurelia took hold of the shirt Mihawk had gifted to her, dragging softness to her face as a breath of a laugh escaped her lips. She would fall asleep like that, face pressed to the fabric and a content smile on her face.

As Mihawk adjusted the large brimmed hat on his head, he surveyed the area as he left the tent. The others at the camp were scattered, sleeping beneath the stars under trees and hammocks. He had hoped everyone would have slipped into slumber, especially considering their preference towards ending their evenings downing cup after cup of whatever liquor they were able to obtain in their travels. It was the faint glow of the campfire that drew his attention. That and the lone man who sat by the fire.

Shanks.

The other man sat by the flames, back propped against a log and a nearly empty bottle leaning against his bent leg. Shanks’s thumb ran along the neck of the bottle as his eyes looked over the flames. A lopsided smile touched the pirate captain’s lips as they met Mihawk’s eyes. He beckoned the Warlord over, though he made no move to sit up from his comfortable position as Mihawk neared.

“You look positively aglow, friend,” Shanks said, all smiles and good nature as Mihawk took a seat beside him, “I take it things went then?”

Mihawk was silent, instead choosing to pick up the bottle from beside Shanks. He remained quiet as he took a slow swig from the bottle. It was a far cry from his nightly glass of wine. That’s for sure. Still, it was something and Mihawk was certain he’d need it if this conversation with Shanks were to continue. 

“It’s unbecoming to speak on such matters,” Mihawk finally replied, earning a bored groan from his friend.

“You’re no fun,” Shanks sighed, “It’s no matter. I’ll extract the truth from Aurelia in the morning. She’s much better company anyway.”

Mihawk watched as Shanks yawned, stretched out lazily without a care in the world. He envied the man in that regard. Yes, Mihawk lived quite the lavish lifestyle himself. That much was true. He could sail wherever he wanted and did whatever he wanted without the curse of ties to the world. He terrorized every and any pirate crew that dared to cross his shadow. His name held sheer power. His exploits crossed countless seas. He achieved the only thing he had desired in life. By all regards, Dracule Mihawk was a great man. Yet he couldn’t do what Shanks does. To simply exist in the world, surrounded by those around him, and think of nothing but whatever joy happened to come upon  him in that moment. That type of peacefulness escaped him completely.

The woman he left in her tent trusted him now. With her body. Perhaps even with her heart. The affection she bestowed upon him twisted at his insides. Made him happy, made him concerned. Shanks was not wrong. Between the two men, it was Mihawk who was tasked with the assignment from the Vice Admiral. It was Mihawk who had sent her running. It was Mihawk expected to bring her in. Would he be able to do it? To take her from where she stood and delivered her at the feet of whoever demanded her? He was unbending before he knew her. He was wavering even before his lips touched hers. He was certain he couldn’t go through with it after tonight. Furthermore, he felt the desire to tear into the flesh of anyone who dared try and take her from him. No. He could not do what he was tasked. That did not mean he was truly free of concern though.

The hand not holding the bottle found its way to the front of his coat, fingers lightly brushing over the spot he kept Aurelia’s book. The weight of it -- of the contents inside -- felt heavier with each passing moment. 

That he could not ignore.

“Hawk-Eye,” Shanks’s voice tore through his thoughts. 

Mihawk blinked, turned his head towards the man with the red hair. 

“What’s plaguing your mind, you remarkably somber son of a gun?”

Shanks didn’t just look at him. He seemed to be looking inside of him, studying the Warlord by the light of the campfire beside them. There would be no hiding from Shanks. The man was far too perceptive for a drunk.

“There’s something we must discuss.”

[reineydraws]

i think a side effect of loving mishanks for many people is becoming very endeared by the "rayleigh is mihawk's parent" au's haha :') first one's part of this fic i posted where smolhawk challenges rayleigh to a duel ⚔️✨️ second one's just a random kid!mishanks doodle. i think their shenanigans (incl buggy!) would be cute.

[nrhshm]

EKRKRK I LOVE YOUR WRITTING I was wondering if I could request an easily fatigued reader with smoker, mihawk and Shanks? Like they come got soaking wet and shivering from having to walk home in a storm and readers REALLY shy so they're like "no its fine I'm fine!" But then kinda get teary because they don't want to be a bother (sorry if that sounds weird but it's just something I would probably do😭) and just how they'd react? TYSM LOVE YOU‼️‼️

I tried to expand on three different reader personalities in each oneshot. So their reaction to each situation differs. Let me know what you think of it, anon!👋

And Shanks! Oh I went a different way with Shank's story🫡 but it was too good to change...

Smoker, Mihawk and Shanks with an easily fatigued/frail reader

who hates being a burden

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. Sfw

. Mentions of kidnapping on Shank's part.

. Spoiler free

. Reader is g/n (female in Shanks's part)

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Smoker

The storm outside was unrelenting, a cacophony of rain and wind battering against the tall office windows. Inside, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Smoker sat at his desk, the air thick with the faint smell of his cigars.

Tick… tock…

His eyes drifted again to the clock on the wall, the hands creeping forward with a maddening slowness. It was 10:15, and you were late. Not just by a little. The patrol shift had ended at 9:30.

For any other soldier, it would have been a reprimand, a quick note in their file. But for some reason, the idea of something happening to you had twisted his gut into knots he’d rather not admit to anyone—especially himself.

He exhaled a stream of smoke, the ember on his cigar flaring briefly.

“Something’s not right,” he muttered, more to himself than to the empty room.

The storm wasn’t normal—not tonight. He’d seen sailors, seasoned and unshakable, hesitate at the thought of venturing into it. And yet, you were out there, alone.

Tick… tock…

The clock seemed to mock him, its endless rhythm a reminder of his helpless waiting. Finally, with a grunt of frustration, he stood, grabbing his coat. Enough was enough. He wasn’t going to sit here while the storm kept raging and the worst possibilities gnawed at his mind.

Just as he reached the door, it slammed open with a gust of wind and rain.

“Commander Smoker!” Your voice cut through the storm’s roar, sharp with urgency. You stepped in, water pooling at your feet as you stood at attention. “Apologies for the delay, sir! I—”

“Where the hell have you been?” His voice was sharp, though the edge softened almost immediately. His eyes swept over you, taking in the sodden uniform plastered to your skin, the way your hair stuck to your face, and the faint tremble in your shoulders. The reprimand he’d been planning caught in his throat. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?���

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, standing stiffly despite the rain dripping down your face. “The patrol was delayed because of the weather, and I lost track of time. I apologize for being late, sir. If I may, I’ll begin my report—”

“Forget the damn report!” His sudden outburst made you blink, startled. He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re soaked to the bone, and all you care about is procedure?”

“I didn’t mean to worry you, sir,” you said, voice small but resolute. “It’s my responsibility to—”

“Enough.” His tone left no room for argument. Before you could react, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped forward, draping it over your shoulders. The fabric was warm, heavy with the faint scent of smoke and leather.

“Commander, I don’t—”

“Stop arguing,” he said firmly, towering over you. “You’re freezing, and I’m not about to have one of my soldiers collapse because they’re too stubborn to take care of themselves.”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed and caught off guard by the unexpected gentleness in his voice. For a moment, you forgot how to speak, the weight of his concern settling heavily on your chest.

“I—thank you,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sighed, his hand coming up to rest briefly on your shoulder, warm and steady. “You need to stop trying to do everything on your own. I’m your commander. You can rely on me.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor, your hands clutching the edges of the jacket tightly. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Idiot,” he muttered, though there was no heat in the word. His hand lingered a moment longer before he stepped back, giving you room to breathe. “You’re not a burden. Stop thinking like that.”

The warmth in his voice made your chest tighten, but you forced yourself to stand a little straighter. “Yes, sir.”

He looked at you for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders easing as he seemed to confirm for himself that you were truly okay. Then he turned toward the door, grabbing his hat.

“Come on,” he said, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “I’ll walk you home.”

Your breath caught, but you nodded quickly, following him into the storm. His presence beside you felt steady and grounding, his coat a shield against the chill.

If Smoker’s feelings lingered unspoken in the air between you, you didn’t notice. And if his hand hovered just a little closer to your back, ready to steady you against the wind, neither of you said a word.

Mihawk

The night was eerily quiet, the humandrills’ growls and the clang of steel against steel the only sounds cutting through the stillness. You moved as swiftly as your aching body allowed, haki crackling faintly in your strikes. Each movement grew heavier, your limbs protesting every swing. The creatures encircled you, their primal strength and cunning pushing you further to the edge.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your vision blurring, but you couldn’t stop—not now, not after today. Not when you had something to prove.

Then, in a moment too fast to process, one of them lunged. Its weapon glinted under the moonlight, and your sluggish body betrayed you. You braced for the impact.

A flash of black steel tore through the air, and the humandrill was gone, its companions scattering in panic. Yoru, the unmistakable black blade, stood lodged in the ground before you, humming faintly with power.

Your heart skipped. And then, he stepped into view.

Mihawk’s golden eyes pinned you where you stood—or tried to. Your legs gave out, and the ground rushed to meet you, but his hand shot out, steady and strong. His grip was firm as he caught you, holding you upright like you weighed nothing.

“You’ve lost your mind.” His tone was cold, sharp, and laced with irritation. His gaze swept over you, taking in the bruises, the blood, the shaking in your limbs. “What exactly were you thinking?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered stubbornly, trying to stand straight.

He raised a brow, his voice dropping into a dangerous calm. “Fine? You’re about to collapse.”

“I just wanted to—”

“To what?” he cut in, his voice harder now. “Get yourself killed? Or is this another one of your attempts to outrun Zoro?”

The mention of your rival made you stiffen, your jaw clenching. “I don’t need anyone’s help,” you snapped, though the words lacked conviction.

“And yet here I am,” he replied coolly, his eyes narrowing.

The heat of your embarrassment flared, but before you could argue further, your body betrayed you again. You stumbled, and his grip tightened, keeping you from hitting the ground.

“Enough of this nonsense.” His voice held no room for argument, his usual measured calm tinged with something firmer.

Before you could protest, he shifted, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. The motion startled you, your words catching in your throat as you stared up at him.

“What are you—?”

“Carrying you back,” he interrupted bluntly, his tone making it clear he wasn’t entertaining any more arguments.

You could only blink, too exhausted to resist. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes softened slightly as they flickered over your face. “You push yourself too far,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Strength without control is meaningless.”

You stayed silent, your pride too wounded to admit he was right.

As he carried you through the quiet forest, the weight of his presence felt grounding. You glanced at his face, searching for any sign of mockery, but found none. Just calm, focused intent.

When he reached the castle, Mihawk set you down carefully on a bench near the fire. His golden eyes met yours, steady and unyielding.

“You’ll never surpass anyone if you’re too broken to fight,” he said. His tone was flat, but there was something beneath it—a flicker of something softer. Concern, maybe.

You opened your mouth to reply, but he shook his head. “Rest. That’s an order.”

As he turned to leave, his words lingered, low and almost under his breath. “Don’t make me save you again.”

And then, like a shadow, he was gone.

Shanks

You had grown up surrounded by elegance, refinement, and rules. As the eldest daughter of the Alabasta royal family, your every move had been dictated by tradition. You were taught diplomacy, grace, and poise, but not how to wield a sword or navigate the rough-and-tumble life of a pirate crew. When your father announced your arranged marriage to the infamous Red-Haired Shanks, the Yonko, it had felt like a betrayal—a sacrifice made to secure an alliance between your kingdom and the pirate world.

And yet, you agreed. For your family. For your kingdom.

Weeks later, you found yourself aboard the Red Force, surrounded by rowdy, boisterous pirates whose laughter echoed into the sea. Shanks, your husband, was everything you hadn’t expected. Carefree, loud, and full of life, he was the polar opposite of the strict, composed men you had known.

He’d tease you gently, his easy grin always present, saying, “You’ve got to loosen up, princess. Life’s too short to keep your shoulders so stiff.”

But you couldn’t. The world he lived in was too foreign. You didn’t belong here. And worse, you felt like an outsider—a burden among warriors who risked their lives at every turn.

The breaking point came during a crew meeting. You’d overheard the others discussing their plans for the next mission: docking on a notoriously dangerous island to retrieve a devil fruit.

“She’ll slow us down,” one of the crew muttered, not unkindly but with a tone of concern.

“She’s not trained to fight,” another added.

“Beckman will stay with her,” Shanks said, his tone casual but decisive. “He’ll make sure she’s safe.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You knew Shanks meant well, but to assign his right-hand man to babysit you on such a critical mission? It was a slap to your pride. You weren’t some helpless child. You were the wife of a Yonko.

That night, as the crew prepared for the next day, you made your decision.

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The dawn was still pale as you slipped away, knife concealed beneath your dress. The ship was quiet, the crew unaware as you stepped onto the dock and into the bustling village.

The plan was simple. You’d explore the island, avoid trouble, and return before anyone noticed. It wasn’t reckless—it was proof that you could handle yourself.

The market was lively, filled with colorful stalls and chattering villagers. For the first time in weeks, you felt a flicker of independence. But as you wandered deeper into the streets, the vibrant atmosphere gave way to shadowy alleys and silence.

That’s when they approached.

At first, it was just one man, smiling too broadly. Then another. And another. Their words were slick, their laughter dark. Your heart pounded as they surrounded you, their intentions crystal clear.

“Such a delicate thing,” one said, brushing a hand against your arm. “What’s a lady like you doing here alone?”

You tried to pull away, but their grip tightened. A cloth was forced over your mouth, muffling your cries.

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The air shifted.

It was subtle at first—a faint pressure that made the hairs on your neck stand on end. Then it hit like a tidal wave, an overwhelming presence that crushed the very air around you.

The men froze, their smug expressions dissolving into sheer terror.

At the mouth of the alley stood Shanks.

Gone was the carefree man who laughed too loudly and drank too much. His usual easy smile was replaced by a look so dark, so furious, it made your blood run cold. His eyes burned with unrelenting rage as they locked onto the man who dared touch you.

“You dare take my woman?” His voice was low, a growl that seemed to echo through the alley.

The thug didn’t have time to react. In a single, fluid motion, Shanks swung his sword, and the man’s hand hit the ground with a sickening thud.

The others tried to flee, but they didn’t stand a chance. Shanks didn’t even need to use his sword again—the sheer force of his haki dropped them one by one, their bodies crumpling to the ground.

When the last threat was dealt with, Shanks turned to you. The fury in his eyes melted instantly, replaced by something far more vulnerable.

He was at your side in an instant, cutting away the ropes that bound you. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice trembling just slightly. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, though tears streamed down your cheeks. Before you could speak, he pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it felt like he was trying to shield you from the world itself.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he said, his voice breaking. “When I realized you were gone, I—” He stopped, his breath shuddering. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Your heart ached at the raw emotion in his voice. “What about the mission?” you whispered, guilt weighing heavily on your chest.

“The mission?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowing. “You think I care about the mission right now?” He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “I told the crew to wait. Your safety comes first. Always.”

You broke down, the weight of your fear and guilt crashing over you. “I just… I didn’t want to be a burden,” you sobbed. “I wanted to prove I could handle myself.”

Shanks shook his head, his expression softening. “You’re not a burden,” he said firmly. “You’re my wife. If worrying about you is what it takes, I’ll gladly do it.”

His words unraveled the knot in your chest, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to lean into him fully.

After a moment, you looked up at him, your voice shaky but resolute. “Teach me how to fight.”

Shanks blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, a grin broke across his face, his usual teasing demeanor returning. “Fight, huh? Guess I’ll have to, or you’ll keep sneaking off on your own.”

You smacked his arm lightly, pouting. “I’m serious!”

“And I’m serious about carrying you back to the ship.” He scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms. “Besides, you’re cute when you pout.”

Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but smile. Resting your head against his shoulder, you let out a small sigh of relief.

As Shanks carried you back toward the harbor, his laugh echoed through the air, a sound that made you feel, for the first time, like you truly belonged.

[lumiolivier]

Treasures and Tragedies

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 7476

Rating: T

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

It's Crocodile's week to have you all to himself. It's getting to the end of the week...and you feel more like it's getting to the end of your life...

You wanted to hide.  It wasn’t often you wanted to hide away from your boys, but today was a day to hide.  You were up in the middle of the night while Crocodile kept an arm around you, making sure his hook was out for the world to see.  Just in case someone were to make their final mistake.  And you knew then something wasn’t right.  Something didn’t feel right.  Any other night, Crocodile would have you drenched in sweat.  The man was a space heater.  Of everyone you slept with on a regular basis, you didn’t need much for blankets with Crocodile.  But that was the thing.  You couldn’t get warm to save your life.

You carefully slipped out of Crocodile’s grasp and made your way toward the bathroom.  If he asked, you got up to pee.  Nothing to bring attention to yourself.  Nothing he would ask questions about.  Everything would be fine.  But when you got to the bathroom, you gripped onto the sink for dear life.  Your short walk from the bed to the bathroom was enough to turn your legs to jelly.  And if that wasn’t enough to turn your already not great stomach, the room decided to start moving on its own, too.  You knew it.  Deep down in your heart, you knew.  You were getting sick.

And in your throat.  And your lungs.  And anything else that decided to reject its existence.  If it could hurt, it did.  And it was utter hell.  But not nearly as much hell as you’d be in if the men in your life were to find out.  As much as it’d suck, you dragged yourself down the hall to your room, leaving Crocodile alone in the bed you both once shared.  That’s when you finally felt safe.  And proceeded to violently throw up in your own bathroom.  After you were done, you violently shook on the cold ceramic.  Your chills made your back tighten up and in that moment, you wished for the sweet release of death.

“I do not envy you…”

You jumped at the unexpected voice floating above you, “Perona, what the hell are you doing in here?”

“You think I didn’t hear you yakking in here?” Perona perched herself on the edge of your bathtub, “How are you sick?  Don’t the boys keep you wickedly healthy?”

“Mostly,” you gently nodded, “But regardless of how great my immune system is, even I can still get sick.”

“Poor baby…” Perona put a hand to your back, “You need to get back to bed?”

“Mmhm…”

“Here,” Perona helped you onto your feet and held you steady while you shuffled back to bed, “You want me to wake Mi-”

“No!” you pleaded, a few coughs escaping your throat, “Perona, no.  Please.  I know your heart is in the right place, but please.  Don’t tell anyone I’m sick.  Don’t tell Mihawk.  Don’t tell Buggy.  Don’t tell Crocodile.  Just keep this between us.  As far as you know, I caught my period before I could stain the sheets, so I just came in here.  All I need is to get some sleep.  The more I can get, the quicker I’ll get better.  I do not need to have the boys hovering over me and treating me like I’m going to break if they look at me cross eyed.  I don’t need that.  Please, Perona, if you love me even a little bit, you’ll keep your mouth shut about me being sick.”

“I won’t say a word,” Perona promised, “But you know how they are with you.  Someone’s bound to find out eventually.  Even when you’re not sick, they’re up your ass in some way.”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, “I know.  But they’re going to have to not be clingy with me today.  Just let me get back to sleep.”

“Alright,” Perona let it go, “Is there anything I can get for you?  Do you need anything?”

“I’ll be alright,” you crawled into your bed and got comfortable.  As much as you could at that point, “But thank you, Perona.  If I need anything, I’ll let you know.”

“Alright,” Perona left you alone to get your rest. 

And as much as you trusted her, you had a feeling she was going to say something to someone.  To the wrong person.  And you were going to end up having someone on your ass about being sick.  But you shut your eyes and left that to be a problem for future you.  For now, you were going back to sleep.  And praying to all things holy and unholy that once you were awake, you would feel a million times better and this was just a weird dream.

When you started to come to again, you heard assorted chatter at your bedside.  And a cool washcloth on your forehead.  You didn’t remember putting that there last night.  Not when you fell asleep almost immediately after your head hit the pillows.  But you had to retrace your steps.  You had your conversation with Perona.  You felt like you were going to die.  You were miserable and frozen, but you were appropriately wrapped up in blankets.  Nowhere in there did you remember putting anything to your forehead.  Nor do you remember inviting company.

“And she wakes…” The second your eyes opened, you knew you were screwed, “Good morning, Princess.”

“Mmm…” you sunk down into your blanket cocoon, the sun shining far too brightly from the window.

“You don’t ever wake up before I do,” Crocodile’s hook ran down your cheek, “And on the off chance you do, you don’t ever come in here.  Which begs the question…”

“What brought you in here, darling?” Not only were you screwed, but you were double screwed.

“I…” your voice gave you away.  You couldn’t write this off on a period.  That didn’t mean you weren’t going to try, “I got my period last night.  And I came in here.”

“You don’t get your period until the end of my week, doll.” Scratch that.  You were triple screwed.

“So,” Crocodile thought, “Other than that fever of yours, what brings you into your room?”

“I’m not running a fever,” you lied through your teeth, “It’s just freezing in here.”

“No,” Mihawk swapped out your washcloth, “Try again.”

“Alright.” Because you didn’t have the energy to fight them anymore, “I came in here last night.  I threw up a bunch.  I went back to bed.  Happy?”

“I think I can speak for everyone,” Buggy sat on your bed, “No.  Not at all.”

“Why didn’t you tell us, YN?” Crocodile asked, “At the very least, me.  Hell, I was right there.”

“Because I knew this would happen,” you brushed them all off, “Because I knew you three would blow it out of proportion and, cough, cough, I don’t need that.”

“We’ve never blown anything out of proportion when it comes to you, treasure,” Mihawk cradled your cheek in his palm, “And you’re staying right here until you’re better.  If we have to, we’ll be the ones to make sure you get that way.”

“He’s right,” Buggy agreed, “You’re precious to us, too.  You’re falling apart at the seams, doll.  We can take care of you, too.”

And that’s what worried you.  But you’d be lying if you said your boys coming together for your sake didn’t warm your heart a little bit, “Alright.  I’m not going to fight it.  But you three have to make me a promise right here, right now.”

“Anything, Princess,” Crocodile insisted, “What do you need?”

“You don’t hover,” you ordered, “I know you three are going to try and give me the world and it’s only going to wreck yourselves in the process.  It’s not worth it.  Got it?”

The three of them shared a glance that always put a knot in your stomach.  You weren’t sure if it was a good one or a bad one, but you knew that look.  Deliberation amongst the three of them.  You always thought they could read each other’s minds, but it was scarier yet.  They read each other’s faces.  They could have a full conversation without you hearing a word out of any of their mouths.  But they did eventually come to an agreement.

“Alright, YN,” Mihawk nodded, “Understood.  But we have demands of our own, too.”

“Come on, Mihawk…” you whined, stirring up another bout of coughing, “I’m sick.  Aren’t I the one who gets to be making those demands?”

“In this case, no,” Mihawk put his foot down, “We’re essentially the only doctors you have here, darling.  If there’s anything we decide you need, you’re getting it.  Whether you want it yourself or not.  Can we all agree to that?”

“Mmmm…” you groaned, burying yourself deeper in your blankets.

“Buggy,” Crocodile ordered, “Go call a supply ship and make an order.  You know what we need.”

“On it,” Buggy left a little kiss on your forehead and took off for the office. 

“Mihawk,” Crocodile began his declarations, but he was quickly shut down with one look from Mihawk.  He knew better than to bark orders at Mihawk.  He wasn’t overly thrilled about it, but he understood.  Regardless of the Cross Guild setting up shop here, it was still Mihawk’s house.  Crocodile didn’t respect many people in this world, but he could respect Mihawk, a fellow warlord who more than earned his station.  And if not for that fact, it was because of you.  Seeing the respect and admiration you had for Mihawk made it contagious.  The only thing Crocodile didn’t respect was the furniture.

“You need me for something, Crocodile?” Mihawk asked, not a drop of condescension in his tone.  Because that respect was mutual.  No matter how much they may occasionally bicker.  Besides, that’s what they had Buggy for.  Buggy was where their irritations went. 

“No,” Crocodile shook his head, “We’ll let YN get some more rest.  I’ll take the first shift with her.  Go ahead and do what you need to.  If anything at all.”

“Thank you for your permission,” Mihawk retorted, already on his way out.  But not before leaving you with a soft little kiss on your forehead, “If you need anything, darling, don’t hesitate to ask.  Any of us.”

“Thank you, Mihawk…” you shut your eyes for a moment or two before you were right back to sleep.  But you knew something was going to happen.  There was no way you were going to be left alone for the day.  You weren’t going to get that lucky. 

Still, you felt like you were dying.  So, what if your boys felt like doting on you a little bit?  That was their prerogative.  And even though it got under your skin, it was nice to know someone cared.  It was nice to have several someones care.  And you loved them for it.  And if it wasn’t obvious before, they loved you, too.  More than anything in the world.  And it would show no more than when you were sick.

A little later in the day, when you woke up from your first nap, you felt another wave of nausea hit you.  And it hit hard.  When you opened your eyes, you noticed Crocodile taking a nap in your chair.  A cup of tea sat on your nightstand, but things were about to get messy.  As much as you wanted a drink from that tea (that was likely still a little warm), you went straight to your bathroom and proceeded with another round of violent retching that, much like it had earlier that morning, left you shaking again.

“YN?” And you may have woken up Crocodile in the process, “You ok, Princess?”

“Do I look like I’m ok?” you glared up at him from the floor, your head resting on the toilet seat.

“I asked a question,” Crocodile’s tone shifted, “I didn’t ask for you to snap at me.”

“Crocodile,” you sighed out, “Sweetheart, I love you.  You know I do.  But right now, I am not going to be sunshine and lollipops.  Do forgive me.”

“I know, I know,” Crocodile scooped you up into his arms.  And you reveled in his warmth, his strength.  You wanted nothing more than just a little time with Crocodile.  Just to be close.  If this is what it meant every time you were to go throw up, then so be it.  When he put you back down in your bed, he noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks, “What’s that all about?”

“What?” your voice broke.  Was it because you were just throwing up or was it something else?  You hardly realized you were crying.

“No…” Crocodile sat on your bed and let you curl back up in his arms, “No, no, no…What’s the matter, YN?”

“I don’t know…” you wept.  Even though you were perfectly aware.  You didn’t want Crocodile to go.  You didn’t want him to go back to your chair.  You wanted him right there.  You wanted him to be within arm’s reach.  You wanted him to be around you.  And just the thought of him walking out of the room kicked your tears up even worse.  Which only made your coughing even worse than that.

“Must be your fever,” Crocodile put a hand to your forehead, “Still kind of high.  But I think it’s breaking.  We’ll call that a win.”

“Please,” you clung to him, your tears soaking through his shirt, “Don’t go.  Please…Don’t leave me.”

“Shh…” Crocodile ran his hand through your hair and down your back, “Don’t you worry, Princess.  I’m not going anywhere.  I got you.  But you’re due for another round of medicine soon.  And you know what that means?”

“Hmm?”

“That means I’m going to hand you off to either Buggy or Mihawk,” Crocodile gently broke the news to you, “I’m not saying I’m leaving right now, but someone’s going to have to handle the supply ship when it comes in.”

“But you said I had medicine,” you remembered, “I thought we were out this morning.”

“That was this morning,” Crocodile pointed out, “YN, you’ve been out for a while.  We’ve had a supply ship come in already.  We’re waiting on another one.  There were some things we forgot the first time around.  I’ll take care of that one.  You’ll be alright with someone else.  I’m not sure who won that game of rock, paper, scissors, but you won’t be alone.  I promise.  Ok?”

“Ok.” You loved Buggy.  You loved Mihawk.  But right now, there’s no one you wanted more than Crocodile.

“It’s alright,” Crocodile assured you, “I’ll be back.  And if you need me, all you have to do is yell for me.  Ok?  You know I’ll come running.”

“Thank you,” you nestled your tear stained face into Crocodile’s ribs. 

“Of course, Princess,” Crocodile held you close, “Of course, I’m here.  I’m not going anywhere.”

“Crocodile,” Mihawk stood in the doorway with a pair of tablets in his hands and a glass of water, “Buggy’s looking for his fishnets, so I have YN’s medicine.  I’ll take the next shift.”

“She’s a little clingy, Mihawk,” Crocodile wasn’t letting you go, “I appreciate you bringing her medicine, but I don’t think she’s going to let me go anywhere.”

“If that’s the case,” Mihawk put your water and medicine down on the nightstand got in your bed on the other side of you, “I guess I’ll just have to be here, too.”

“I got her, Mihawk,” Crocodile kept his arm around you, “Go ahead and do whatever.  I’m sure your protégé is looking for you for yet another futile sparring match.”

“No,” Mihawk pushed your matted hair out of your face, “He left a few days ago.  I’m surprised you didn’t get your own licks in.”

“With the rest of the Straw Hats here?” Crocodile laughed, “No.  I don’t have a death wish.  And I’m sure if I even thought about going near their captain, your son, but not your son would be the first to drive the nail in my coffin.”

“Hey, guys?” you spoke weakly, hoping to break up the potential fight brewing between them, “Can we not talk about dying when I actually feel like I’m dying?  That’d be wonderful.”

“I’m sorry, darling,” Mihawk left a little kiss on top of your head, “We didn’t upset you, did we?”

“No,” you let a few coughs out, “But I really do feel like shit.  And I’d rather you two didn’t try to kill each other in my bed.”

“Alright,” Crocodile let it go, “But truly, Mihawk, go.  I have her handled.”

“Fine,” Mihawk got up from your bed, “If you need anything, YN, you know where to find me.”

“And I’ll probably send Crocodile to find you,” you giggled a little, “Because there’s no way in hell either one of you are going to let me get up for anything other than the bathroom.  And even that’s iffy.”

“Get some rest, darling,” Mihawk covered you up a little more, “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you cracked a little smile and curled back up with Crocodile.  And you shut your eyes again.

But that’s when the medicine kicked in.  And your fever started to take hold of your brain and put it in a paint shaker.  When you shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep, your brain turned into colors.  Swirling shades of blues and greens and shades of gray only to have them fade into pinks and yellows and all the pretty colors of the sunset.  And you were perfectly content.  Until it turned.

Your beautiful, cold medicine and fever concoction turned violent.  The sunset went away and turned into black and red.  And an empty room with a cold, cement floor and red splatters all over the place.  You looked around the room and found a heavy chain around your wrist.  All while you noticed dead bodies on the floor still twitching.  A voice echoed through the room.  Your fault.  Your fault.  Your fault.  And it only got louder and louder until you finally realized who those bodies were.  And how you were soaked to the bone in blood that was not your own. 

“YN…” you felt your body shake, “YN, wake up…”

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest when your eyes opened back up.  Thankfully, still living and breathing, Crocodile held you tight, doing his best to get you to calm down.  But when you looked up at him, you felt the tears pouring out of your eyes, “Crocodile…You’re ok…”

“Of course, I am, Princess,” Crocodile pinned you to his chest and let you cry it out, “Of course, I am.  I’m not going anywhere.  You know that.  I’ve already shooed off Mihawk and Buggy and Perona today.  I told you before you fell asleep.  I am not going anywhere.  What happened?”

“I…” you wept, “I…I killed you…And Mihawk and Buggy.  Everything was so nice, but then…”

“Shhh…” Crocodile cradled you in his arms, making sure nothing could get to you ever again, “It’s alright, YN.  It’s alright.  It’s all over now.  You just had a little nightmare.  It’s ok.  It’s all done.  I promise.”

“I hate it,” you snarled, “I fucking hate it.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” Crocodile settled you, “But it’s done now.  You don’t have to think about it anymore.  I know you’d never kill me.  You know you’d never kill me.  It’s ok.  I forgive you.”

“Really…?” your bloodshot eyes looked up at one of the men you loved more than anything and held so dear and most definitely didn’t want dead.

“Really,” Crocodile let you get comfortable in his shoulder, “You know, YN…It’s been a while since I held anyone like this.”

“When was the last time?” you wondered, not really seeing Crocodile as much of the cuddly type.  Except when you were involved.

“If we can keep it between us,” Crocodile began.

“Of course,” you swore.

“I had a baby like this,” Crocodile sighed out, getting lost in a nostalgic haze, “He was sick at the time, too.  His father was out looking for medicine, but there wasn’t much where we were at the time, so he had to go on an honest journey for the sake of finding a doctor who could get us some.  And he cried so much.  He hurt so much.  And of course, he didn’t fully understand what was going on, so that just made it worse.  And there was nothing more I could do.  Broke my heart to hear him scream like that.  But he did get better.”

“What happened to the baby?” you asked, nestling further into Crocodile’s embrace.

“He ended up going to live with his grandfather for a while.  And I didn’t see him for a long time until he popped up in Alabasta.  He doesn’t know how well connected we are, but…” You saw a strange sadness fall over Crocodile’s face.  Only for him to snap back into taking care of you mode, “That was a long time ago.  And nothing you need to worry about.  Just go back to sleep, ok, Princess?  We need to get you better.”

“And I will get better,” you cuddled into him, letting him know that with as much as he’s there for you, you’re there for him, too, “That’s what I got you for.”

“That’s right…” You didn’t know it, but you might have made Crocodile’s day with that statement, “Now, get some sleep or your next round of medicine is going in you as a suppository.”

“So demanding,” you giggled deliriously, “Maybe I want it that way.”

“You are a special kind of freak, YN,” Crocodile hugged you tight, “Just get some sleep.  Ok?”

“Okie dokie…” your delirium took over.  And then, your delirium took you under. 

When you started to come to a little while later, you felt yourself in someone else’s arms.  That was not Crocodile anymore.  And your heart immediately started racing.  Not only were you moved, but Crocodile was no longer there.  You thrashed and freaked until you realized the sound around you.  Splashing.  Water.  Bathroom.  Bathtub?  Bathtub.  Bathroom.  Your bathroom.  The same place you had thrown up earlier that morning.  What were you doing there?

“It’s alright, darling,” Mihawk cradled you in his chest, “It’s alright.  We didn’t want you slipping into the water and you had thrown up on yourself earlier.  You’re ok.”

Your heartrate started to settle and you became much more acutely aware of the horrendous taste in your mouth.  It was ok.  Everything was ok.  And yet, you had one question burning in your mind, “Where’s Crocodile?”

“Taking care of your sheets,” Mihawk told you, “I’m hoping this bath breaks your fever a little, too.  It’s almost there.  We just need it to drop another degree or two.”

“Ok…” You weren’t upset to be held by Mihawk.  But you missed Crocodile’s warmth around you.  You missed the softness.  You missed the tender way he held you…

“YN…?” Speak of the devil, Crocodile poked his head into your bathroom, “I thought I heard your voice in here.”

“I’m here…” you replied weakly, “Sorry for throwing up on you.”

“No need for that, Princess,” Crocodile brushed it off, “You didn’t even throw up on me.  Your bedding can’t say the same, but it’ll be alright.  That can be washed.  You can be washed.  And I’m sure Mihawk’s more than accommodated you in that respect.  Hasn’t he?”

“Yes, he has,” Mihawk nodded, “And everything has been entirely pure and innocent, Crocodile.  I’m not breaking any rules here.  She’s sick.  We’re taking care of her.”

“Everyone except Buggy,” Crocodile pointed out.

“Where is Buggy?” you wondered.

“I’m surprised he was with you as long as he was this morning,” Crocodile admitted, “The guy’s got a thing about germs and getting sick.  It’s the performer in him.”

“I think that’s the first time you called him a performer,” you giggled, letting a few coughs out, “instead of a narcissist.”

“Is he not a little full of himself?” Mihawk scoffed, “Come on, YN.  You know him, too.”

“Just a little,” you shut your eyes again, “But that’s ok.  I wouldn’t want him any other way.”

“Really?” Mihawk looked at you like you were on drugs.  But in your defense, you kind of were.

“Mmhm…”

“You’re delirious, Princess,” Crocodile got a towel for you and scooped you out of the water, “Come here.  Let’s get you back to bed.  As much as I love seeing you hot, wet, and naked, this isn’t the right context.”

“Love you, too, Crocy…” you rolled into the towel and got comfortable right where you belonged. 

Crocodile gave a grateful nod to Mihawk, who had to get his own towel.  Crocodile was a sweetheart to you.  But you were also you, “Crocodile?”

“What?” Crocodile turned on his heel.

“I know you’re going to bring her back to bed,” Mihawk thought, “But pray tell, which bed are you putting her in?  I’m sure hers hasn’t been properly cleaned yet.  And if it has, there’s no way it’s dry.”

“I have it all taken care of, Mihawk,” Crocodile rolled his eyes, “You think I don’t know how to take care of YN when she’s sick?  Or anyone for that matter?  I did it with him.  I’ll do it with her, too.”

Mihawk looked at Crocodile strangely, “Him who, Crocodile?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Crocodile kept a tight lip as he brought you back to your room.  However, you weren’t going to your bed.  Because as Mihawk suggested, there was still a wet spot on the edge of your bed where you were presumably laying when the incident went down.  No, no.  You were brought into Crocodile’s bed.  But you couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Crocodile,” you spoke softly, “Why are we here?”

“I’m not putting you back in your bed,” Crocodile gently lowered you back down to the mattress, “It’s still a little wet.”

“But what about you?” you wondered, “I don’t want you getting sick, too.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, Princess,” Crocodile settled you, tucking you in his massive bed, “You just need to worry about getting better.  And even that, we have taken care of.  I’m going to get you a t-shirt, ok?”

“Ok.” You always did love sleeping in Crocodile’s t-shirts.  You always drowned in them and made you feel little and dainty.  Much like sleeping with Crocodile did.  He babied you.  And you weren’t mad about it.

“Here, sweetheart,” Crocodile came back with a gray t-shirt just for you and helped you in it, “Go back to sleep, ok?  I’ll go get your medicine and when I get back, you’re taking it.  Got it?”

“Yes, sir…” you gave him a little fake pout as you nestled down in his bed.  And after you popped your next round of medicine, you were back to sleep in Crocodile’s arms. 

**********

“Thank you for coming.  I know it was short notice.”

“Of course.  I have an obligation to help those who need it.  And clearly, she’s been in rough shape.”

“We’ve been doing all we can for her, but it feels like she’s not getting any better.”

“Well, she’s not running a fever anymore, so we can chalk that up as a win.”

Slowly, but surely, you opened your eyes when you felt a foreign pair of hands on your chest, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Excuse me?” the man stared you down, not sure if he wanted to cure you or kill you.  But then, you got a better look at him.  And for a brief moment, you forgot you were already in a committed relationship with three other men.  He was pretty…

“It’s alright, YN,” Mihawk assured you, sitting at your bedside with Crocodile, “I called for a doctor.  He showed up.  And he’s damn good at what he does.”

You knew those knuckles.  You’ve heard stories about those knuckles.  The word death tattooed across them.  And in your current condition, that wasn’t exactly comforting, “Trafalgar Law…”

“That’s me,” he nodded, “Look, I have some medicine on the ship.  By the looks of things, she just caught a tinge of the flu.  She’ll make it, but for the sake of nipping it in the bud, I’ll give her something.  Unfortunately, the quickest way for it to get through her system is intravenously.  Is that something we’re all good with?”

“Yes,” Mihawk agreed.

“Yes,” Crocodile wasn’t much different.

“Hold on.” You, on the other hand, weren’t exactly a fan of the word intravenous.  Intravenous meant needles.  Needles meant pain.  Pain meant you having a not good day.  And you were already miserable.

“No,” Crocodile took your hand, “I know it’s not going to be pleasant, YN, but it’s the quickest way to get you better.  If we agree to this, how long until she’d be a hundred percent again?”

“With a decent night’s sleep?” Law thought it over, “She’d probably be better by the morning.  Completely.  That doesn’t mean she won’t be still a little contagious.  So, I’d suggest the two of you still exercise caution around her.  While I’m getting her meds ready, I can set you both up with a heavy duty round of vitamin C.”

“If it means still being able to sleep with her tonight,” Crocodile thought, “It’s worth it.  Misery doesn’t ever mind a little bit of company, does it?”

“Nope,” you cuddled into Crocodile’s side, “Thank you…”

“I probably should, too, then,” Mihawk sighed out, taking your hand, “Besides, it’s, what, one little tablet?”

“If only,” Law started heading out of Crocodile’s bedroom, “So, that’s a round of peramivir for you and two bags of vitamin C.  A boring day of work, but they can’t all be a bloodbath.”

“Wait a second,” Mihawk started to piece things together, “Did I just sign up for needles, too?”

“You sure did,” Crocodile smirked, “What’s the matter, Mihawk?  Not a fan of needles?”

“I’m concerned for anyone who says they are,” Mihawk admitted, “But yes.  I might not be the biggest fan of needles.”

“Me either,” you took Mihawk’s hand.  Because even in your state, you weren’t going to stoop to Crocodile’s level.  They didn’t have to love each other, but they loved you more than anything, “But we’ll be alright…If it means me getting better and you and Crocodile not getting sick, we’ll get through it.”

“Then,” Mihawk suggested, “Shouldn’t we get Buggy involved, too?”

“No way in hell!” Buggy yelled down the hall, “You two were dumb enough to stick around!  I don’t need that!”

“There it is,” Crocodile found Buggy’s ear sitting behind the cigar box on his dresser.  He held it up to his mouth and let out a guttural growl, “Listen well, clown.  You ever bug my bedroom again and we will have a problem.  Do we understand?”

“Crocy…Baby…” Buggy got defensive, sending his mouth your way, too, “I wasn’t bugging your bedroom, per se.  I was worried about YN, too.  I just wanted to hear what the doctor had to say, too.”

“Then, get your ass in here…” Crocodile winged Buggy’s ear out the door, “Fucking clown…Why do we put up with him?”

But then, you saw a pair of cheeks fly into Crocodile’s room.  And you immediately knew what they were.  It made you laugh, but your laughter made you cough.  Still, it was enough to put a smile on your face.  And that’s all that mattered.  However, Crocodile and Mihawk weren’t nearly as amused as you were.  That didn’t mean they didn’t appreciate the sweet sound of your laughter.

“Buggy,” Mihawk held his face in his hands, “If you sent your literal ass into this room, my foot is about to go into it.”

“Are you threatening me with a good time, hawk eyes…?”

“Buggy!”

“Alright, alright!” Buggy retracted his floating hiney and let those sleeping dogs lie.

Although, when Law walked back in, he couldn’t help but scratch his head, “Did I just see a floating ass in the hallway?”

“We call her Perona,” you joked a bit, “Unless you were talking about Buggy’s ass.  Then, yes, you did.”

“Anyway,” Law just chalked it up to casual stupidity and held three bags in his hand and a few drip stands, “I need three arms out.”

“You mean, you need YN’s arm out,” Mihawk corrected him, “Right?”

“No,” Law shook his head, already prepping your arm for the IV, “I mean, I need three arms out.  Because once I got hers in, you two are getting it, too.”

“And,” Mihawk hoped, “You really don’t have it in some kind of pill form?”

“Not this strength,” Law told him, “The amount you two need is in these bags.”

“I can’t believe it,” Crocodile teased, “You’re really afraid of needles.”

“I’m human,” Mihawk snapped a bit, “Even I have fears and weaknesses…Just happens to be needles.  Fuck off, Crocodile.  No one asked you.”

“Are you going to be ok, YN?” Law asked, tuning the others out.

“Mmhm.” You weren’t thrilled about it either, but if it meant you getting better, then so be it.  You’d suck it up for just a moment or two.

“Are you sure?” Law kept your eye contact, “Because I know these aren’t always pleasant.”

“I don’t want to meet the person that finds genuine enjoyment in getting administered IVs,” you chuckled to yourself.

“Why’s that?” Law glanced over at Crocodile, knowing he was the rock in the room.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you admitted, “I’m no stranger to enjoying a little bit of pain from time to time, but it has to be in the right context.  It has to be cough, cough just the right amount.  There has to be an exit.”

“So,” Law assumed, “You’re into that sort of thing?  Because it sounds like you’ve experienced it a time or two before.”

“Look who I’m sitting between,” you rolled your eyes, “Two of the biggest sadists I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.  Of course, we’ve played around with pain before.”

“And would you look at that?” Law cracked a little smirk, “You’re already a quarter of the way through your bag.  Didn’t feel a thing, did you?”

“What?” you looked down at the needle stuck in your arm and the tube attached to the needle, “When did you do that?”

“Around the time you said you didn’t want to meet the sick weirdo that was into getting IVs,” Law pointed out, “I’ve worked with little kids before, YN.  I know how to distract better than anyone.  I bet I could keep Mihawk from passing out, too.”

“Really?”

“Really?” Mihawk rolled his eyes, “I don’t pass out.”

“Uh-huh,” Law scoffed, “You were just talking about how you had a fear of needles.”

“And?” Mihawk’s tirade continued, “What does that have to do with anything?  It’s like I said.  I’m human.  What?  Am I not allowed to have fears now?  Just because I’m a big, scary warlord means I’m somehow no longer allowed to have emotion?  Fine.  Then, I guess I’ll just sit here and be a stone.  I’m sorry, YN.  I can no longer love you.  And I can no longer get pissed when Crocodile puts scorch marks in my furniture.  And unfortunately, I also can’t draw delight from whenever you punt Buggy’s head down the hallway.”

“But you can shut up and take your vitamin C drip,” Law brushed him off, turning the nozzle on Mihawk’s bag, “I told you so.”

“What?” Mihawk finally realized there was something in his arm.  There was an IV in his arm.  There was a needle stuck in his arm.  And his vision started to go white, “See?  I told…I told you…”

And there he went.  His head flopped onto your shoulder while the vitamin C drip ran through his body.  And of course, Crocodile couldn’t leave that alone, “And I told you so.  How do you do that, Law?”

“I hold a little conversation,” Law explained, “Get someone going on a rant, they’re not going to give a shit about anything else that’s going on around them.  Easy.”

“Did you just treat me like a toddler?!” Mihawk clutched his chest.

“Are you throwing a tantrum like a toddler?” Law wasn’t dealing with it.  He was already out of his way.  He didn’t need to also deal with Mihawk pitching a fit, “Because if I wanted to deal with tantrums, I would’ve stayed with Doflamingo.”

“Maybe I should tell Doflamingo about this,” Mihawk threatened.

“But let’s be honest,” Law jabbed the needle in Crocodile’s arm.  Crocodile, who sat perfectly still and hardly flinched, “Do you really want to deal with Doflamingo?”

“I mean…” Mihawk admitted, “I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t fun to be a little catty with at World Government meetings.  But that’s as far as I really wanted to go with him.”

“You and me both,” Crocodile agreed.

“Now,” Law looked over at your bag that was sucked dry and gently pulled the needle out of your arm, “You’re going to get some more sleep.  By the time you wake up tomorrow morning, you should be alright again.  If you’re not, I’ll come back.”

“Ok,” you got comfortable again, “And since they’re both juiced up on vitamin C, does that mean I can still sleep with Crocodile tonight?”

“Are you serious?” Law stared blankly at you, “You’re still going to have sex with Crocodile in your condition?  Damn, YN.  I’m not sure if I’m impressed by your stamina or appalled at your stupidity.”

“No,” you held your face in your hands, “I meant sleep.  I’m not used to sleeping without another warm body in my bed.  I’d rather not do that.”

“Oh,” Law let it go, “Personally, I wouldn’t advise it, but if it’s alright with all involved, then go for it.  At your own risk.”

“Ok…”

“But…” Law chuckled to himself while Mihawk slumped down after his needle got pulled out, “I think you might need to make room in the bed for Mihawk, too.”

“Not a chance,” Crocodile shot that down immediately, “It’s my week.  Mihawk can wait his turn.  Mihawk, wake the fuck up and get out of my bed.”

Nothing.

“Looks like he’s done,” Law shook it off, “Crocodile, give me your arm.  You’re done, too.”

“The shit I do for you, YN,” Crocodile watched Law pull his needle out.

“Thank you…” And you love him for it, “Thank you, Law.”

“You’re welcome,” Law grabbed his things, “I suggest putting Mihawk somewhere comfortable.”

“That isn’t here,” Crocodile added, scooping Mihawk into his arms, “YN, I’ll be right back, ok?”

“Ok,” you could already feel your eyes getting a little heavier.  All you wanted now was some sleep.  And the fact that you had that pretty doctor taking care of you didn’t hurt. 

“Knock, knock…” Although, while Crocodile was busy putting Mihawk to bed, you had a special visitor, “How you feeling, doll?”

“Hi, Buggy,” you smiled a bit, “Well, I still feel like shit, but I think I’ll make it.  Full recovery.”

“That’s good to hear,” Buggy wasn’t moving from the doorway.  It’s not that he didn’t want to get close to you, but he also didn’t want to get close to you, “So, what are we thinking?  Are you going to be ok by next week?”

“I should be fine by tomorrow,” you assured him, “Don’t worry, Buggy.  I won’t be sick next week.”

“Because,” Buggy sent his hand out to you, gently caressing your cheek, “I have a few new toys in my room that I want us to try out.  And I want you to feel up to it.  Got it?”

“I will,” you promised, “I’ll be fine.”

“Good girl,” Buggy brought his hand back, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take an excruciatingly hot shower.”

“I understand.” Never did you expect Buggy to be the one with a germ thing, but you weren’t going to fault him much for it.  Instead, you decided to shut your eyes.  Just for a moment or two.  You wanted nothing more than to make up for the lost sleep you being sick has caused.  But alas…You still couldn’t get that lucky.

“So, are you dead?” And Perona never really had much for tact.

“I’m not dead,” you groaned, “I’m just tired, Perona.  And in my own special hell.  Can I go to sleep yet?”

“I can’t check up on you?” Perona scoffed, “Honestly, YN.  I thought we had something special, too.  Not just you and the boys.”

“We do,” you threw your head back into the pillows, “But I’m also miserable.  And tired.”

“And don’t think I didn’t hear that crack about you calling me an ass!” Perona pouted.

“That’s great, Perona…” You drifted in and out of consciousness.  And you were perfectly ok with that.

“I’m not an ass!”

“Mmhm…”

“I am a fucking sweetheart, thank you very much!”

“Good talk, Perona…”

“And you are damn lucky to have me in your life!”

“Mmm…” But you were done.  You were going to let Perona continue her tirade, but you were done with it.  It was time for you to go to sleep.  Whether Perona was happy about it or not.  You needed the rest.  In all honesty, if Mihawk hadn’t passed out after his IV, he would’ve gladly shooed her away for you.  But alas, Mihawk had to go and pass out after his IV coming out.  But you weren’t going to fault him for it.  As long as you got to go back to sleep.

“Perona, get the hell out of here.” Much like that, but instead of it coming out of Mihawk, you got it from Crocodile instead.  Although, you weren’t expecting to be fully woken up by it.

“You’re no fun,” Perona pouted, “Where’s Mihawk?  I guess I could go fuck with him.”

“He’s passed out in his bed,” Crocodile reported, “The big baby can’t handle needles, apparently.”

“Poor thing,” Perona grinned, the sadism stirring in her heart.

“You’re the worst, Perona,” you made a little more room for Crocodile.

“I know.” And just like that, Perona was gone.  Likely off to screw with Mihawk in unspeakable ways.  If not Mihawk, you knew she was going to go take it all out on Buggy.  Much like everyone else would.

Your arms went up to Crocodile, quietly begging him to come to bed.  Of course, he couldn’t say no to you.  He crawled back into his bed and you stuck right to him like a magnet.  Crocodile’s giant hands ran idly down your back, “You should be back to sleep already, Princess.”

“I know,” you shut your eyes, “I was waiting for you to get back here.”

“You would’ve been able to sleep without me,” Crocodile brushed you off, “I’m sure whatever Law gave you had some kind of tranquilizer in it.”

“I don’t think so,” you nestled into Crocodile’s ribs, “Crocy…I’m tired…”

“Clearly,” Crocodile chuckled to himself, “Just go to sleep, sweetheart.  Ok?”

“I will…” And so, you drifted back to sleep in Crocodile’s arms, refusing to be anywhere else.  Between Crocodile’s warmth, your general exhaustion, and your medicine kicking in, there was no way you wouldn’t sleep through the night.  You didn’t care about anything else.  You had your blankets.  You had your warlord of the week.  You were done.

Purupuru…

“Yeah?” Crocodile kept his voice down, making sure not to wake you.  Granted, that ship had already sailed, but you were curious, so you kept your eyes shut, “Hi.  It’s been a while, hasn’t it…?  I’d be happy to, but forgive my skepticism…I wouldn’t say we parted ways as best buddies…Look, I can’t really talk right now…Yeah.  She’s been sick for the last day or so.  It hasn’t been pretty.  Kind of reminded me of when we were taking care of Luffy when he was little…I know.  Scared the shit out of me…Yeah, yeah.  She’ll be fine.  We got a doctor to her and he juiced her up with something.  He called it peramivir.  He juiced Mihawk and me, too, but that was just vitamin C…Good.  She needed something strong…Thank you.  That’s oddly kind of you.  Are you dying…?  I know.  Maybe one day, if she’s alright with it.  You do know where I’m staying these days, right…?  Mihawk’s.  Just call ahead first…Don’t go getting sentimental on me…Good night.”

“Crocodile…?” You stirred at his side, “What was that all about?”

“What was what, Princess?” Crocodile put his hand up to your forehead and let out a little sigh of relief, “Good.  That shit works fast.”

“What do you mean?” you wondered.

“Your fever’s gone,” Crocodile reported, “You’re almost all better.  Remind me to send Law a fruit basket.”

“Will do,” you went back to sleep, letting that conversation slip your mind.

“Go back to sleep, YN,” Crocodile pulled your blankets back over you.

“Yes, sir…”

[grandline-fics]

Nightmare Wedding

DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else

WARNINGS: slight angst and some insecurities but with comfort and happy endings in all

CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Law, Zoro

WORDS: 3,014

A/N: I loved this idea and couldn't help but do another. Of course as soon as I posted the last one an idea for Ace finally came to me. Added Ace and Kid for @breadlover6969 and Mihawk, Shanks, and Katakuri (who also won the poll) for @kabloswrld

Hope you all enjoy!

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ACE

Ever since you and Ace became a couple, Ace noticed that he slept amazing when you were beside him. The nights you had to sleep apart however, brought restlessness, sometimes strange dreams that left him feeling as though he hadn’t slept at all, but it was worse when he had to suffer through nightmares. Tonight, he reluctantly went to bed while you had to stay in the infirmary while you recovered from a sickness. It was just a precaution to avoid you infecting the others but Ace needed more convincing than the others. He didn’t care if he got sick and would have risked it but you managed to talk him around, promising it would be just one night and it would make you feel better to know he was safe and healthy. Reluctantly he climbed into the bed and pouted at your empty side until his eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed him. 

“Ace how do I look?” You asked him in his dream and he broke out into an overwhelmed smile, taking in your breathtaking appearance. You were all but glowing, dressed for a wedding; your wedding. Slowly he reached out to cup your face before taking your hand to playfully twirl you and take in your outfit with growing appreciation. Unable to hold back, he pulled you into a tight hug. “You look amazing, you always do.” He whispered, pulling back to see your eyes light with joy as you you looked down at your outfit, smoothing the fabric into place. 

“I’m glad. I hope Marco thinks so too.” You beamed up at him, unaware of Ace’s expression dropping into one of confused dread. Marco? What did Marco have to do with it all? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you quickly took his hands into yours and leaned in with an excited smile. “Ace, will you walk me down the aisle? It’d mean so much to me!”

“B-but…aren’t you going to marry me?” Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing. 

“Ace, don’t be silly!” You grinned, giving him a playful shove. “You know I’m marrying Marco, come on I can’t be late!” Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar. 

His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what he’d just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. “Ace? You should be in bed.” You told him weakly. 

“No, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.” Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare he’d had. “We’re a team right? Through thick and thin…sickness and in health.”

“Aren’t those wedding vows?”

“Are they?” Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. “Must have been a coincidence…”

SHANKS

Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he was searching for. He couldn’t imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder. 

So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. “This is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?” His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. “I mean you’ve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?”

Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldn’t possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didn’t make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasn’t going to be something he’d like. “Benn! Shanks!” 

Both heads turned and Shanks’ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckman’s side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. “Sorry I’m late but we can start now.” You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanks’ face expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready Captain, I can’t wait to marry this man!”

With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. “Everything okay?” You mumbled. 

“Never better.” Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. “Promise me you won’t marry Beck, okay?”

“Why, you wanna marry him?” Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax. 

“The only one I want to be committed to is you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?”

“I do.”

MIHAWK

“Clown, what is the meaning for all of this…fanfare?” Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed ‘Buggy the Clown.’ None of it was to Mihawk’s taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph. 

“Mihawk! So glad you’ve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. They’ll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.” Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawk’s eye twitched at the useless theatrics, he’d asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didn’t need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasn’t there before. “It’s my wedding obviously.”

A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clown’s secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy. 

“Mihawk, no!” You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. “Please it’s my wedding day. Promise there’ll be no fighting. For me okay?” Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him. 

With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, you’d only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. “I was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?”

“No, love.” Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. “Had an awful dream you married the clown and wouldn’t let me cut him to pieces for it.” 

“How strange…” You mused with a yawn. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea, truth be told.”

“Marrying the clown?” Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back. 

“No!” You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Marrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.” Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning. 

KID

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. “Him? You’re seriously going to marry him! He’s a moron!”

“Only sometimes.” You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. “He’s also super strong, and funny, and he’s King of the Pirates now so-”

“What? No he’s not!” Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You weren’t as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you weren’t like that. You saw the good in people, you’d seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay. 

“Kid!” Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. “What is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?” You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. “I’m here, we’re safe in our room. What do you need?”

“Kill Strawhat.” Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. “Nah, he’s not worth my time. Just need you babe.” You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.

“Promise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, you’ll say no.”

“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You reassured him softly. “Don’t care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?”

“Did you just half-ass a proposal to me?” Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly. 

“Not at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.” With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.

KATAKURI

Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his mother’s carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadn’t known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake. 

His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuri’s lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?

From behind him he heard his mother’s loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldn’t wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldn’t help but feel the pain of how you’d been taken from him and he couldn’t do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didn’t even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place. 

Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuri’s hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, you’d fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. “Kata…what’s the matter?” You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him. 

“Just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you. 

“Hm, what kind of dream?” You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.

“Dreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.” He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. “I could only stand by and watch.”

“Sorry you had to dream such a thing but don’t worry that won’t happen.”

“If mother demanded it, I couldn’t fight against her wishes.” Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. “What?”

“Katakuri…we’re already married.” You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husband’s chest. 

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