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short-honey-badger · 2 days ago

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Hi. I saw people sending you requests so I'm gonna try my luck. Can you write soulmate au or A/B/O MiSham x reader? 💗

Hello love! I'm so sorry this took a bit to get out! It's short and sweet, but I wanted to keep this first part more fluff than smut this time around. Anywhere, I really hope you enjoy!

Wine, Mint, and Leather

Pairings! Misham x Female Reader

Warnings! Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics are used. Alpha Shamrock and Omega Mihawk and Reader!

Masterlist for Shamrock-> HERE

The scents that lingered in the air have Shamrock stalling, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in the air. There were omegas about, and while the other gender usually didn't affect the god knight, these two did. The stronger of the two scents smelt like a fine wine, a subtle fruitiness that made his mouth well up with saliva. The other complemented the first, delightfully mint that made his alpha instincts sing in response.

Shamrock turned on his heel, barking orders at his subordinates to continue to their destination, before he sucked in another deep breath and followed the scents. He dipped down alleyways and side roads until he came upon a hole in the wall bar where the scent of wine and mint were the strongest. They are so strong, so overwhelming that Shamrock feels his own scent leak out in response to them, leathery with a hint of steel that mingled perfectly with the omegas.

It wasn't unheard of for an alpha to be drawn to more than one omegas, but it was a rarity nonetheless. It came as a surprise to him that he of all people would even be drawn to an omega, but he supposed the world worked in mysterious ways.

Shamrock pushes the door open, finding the bar dark and awash with a multitude of scents, all coiling tightly against one another. He shifts through them until he can pinpoint the two that had drawn him here in the first place. He shifts through the crowds of patrons and, at the back of the bar, finds exactly who he is looking for.

He recognizes one of them. The make is tall with perfectly groomed facial hair, deep, ringed golden eyes, and an open coat that showed off lean muscles and olive skin. The other was a woman, all soft skin and gentle curves. You were curled into the other omega's side, a teasing smile on your lips as you whispered in Dracule Mihawk's ear. Shamrock watched the male omega huff and slid his eyes down to meet yours, hand curling along your jaw before he drew you in for a kiss.

Shamrock had never wanted something so badly in his entire life. His cock throbbed in his pants at the sight, eyes going wide, and he found himself waltzing forward without thinking, wanting, no needing, to be closer to the two omegas. He isn't prepared for them to turn as one and look at him, their eyes burning with knowing interest.

“Finally,” the smaller omega scoffs, and Shamrock gulps, eyes going a little wide when you soften, giving him a smile, “It's about time you showed up.

Mihawk eyes him, his face impassive, but his scent curls out and around Shamrock, welcoming the alpha that now stands at the edge of their table.

“We've been waiting for you,” Mihawk murmurs and dips his head at the chair beside you. Shamrock's rear end parks there without a second thought, mind, and body thoroughly consumed by the two omegas before him. His nose is stuffed full with the smell of wine and mint, so focused and entranced that the world disappears around him.

“Waiting for me?”

The question is soft, the redhead feeling out of his element and off kilter. He usually would never show such doubt, such uncertainty, but Shamrock has never been affected like he is now.

“Mhm, we could scent you before you even made landfall,” you murmur, and offer your wrist, smiling when the alpha snaps it up with a gentle hand, “Our missing half.”

Shamrock raises your hand to his face, nose pressing into the small scent gland that sits just under your flesh. He breathes deep, eyes shuttering when your scent assaults his nose, and feels every fiber of his being relaxed like he’s sunk into a warm bath. Gently, he pulls the omega closer, and you happily stand so that he can take your seat, humming in delight when Mihawk slides an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap.

The alpha is thankful that this bar is dark, and the spot that his omegas have chosen is shadowed and tucked away from everyone else, giving the three of you enough privacy that Shamrock doesn't feel like he is exposed. Now that he is closer to Mihawk, the older man offers his own wrist, and the redhead gladly takes the offer, inhaling the delicate scent of fruity wine. Having the two of you so close is heady, and Shamrock never wanted to leave.

“Alpha,” you coo and shivers cascade down Shamrock's back. He cracks his eyes open and finds you peering at him with a pout on your lips, “Your turn.”

Blinking, he cocked his head, confused. His muddled mind wasn't sure what the smaller omega meant, though his confusion cleared when you reached forward with your free hand, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrist and gently tugging it toward your face. A rumbling grumble escaped from his chest when you pressed your face against his scent gland, eyes going heavy and arousal shooting up his spine when you pressed your lips against his flesh.

You sigh at the scent of your alpha. He smells like fine leather with a hint of sea salt, the perfect compliment to your and Mihawk's more delicate omega pheromoans. You can't help but flick your tongue out to taste the heady scent, a shiver running up your spine when the alpha rumbles across from you at your teasing.

“You'll send him into a rut if you aren't careful, my love,” Mihawk murmurs and you feel the arm around your waist tighten, though when you pull away from your alpha, and look at the other omega, you find that his golden eyes have darkened into molten lava. You give him a cheeky grin and then let go of the thick wrist of your alpha, allowing him to pull his hand back, though it doesn't go far. You watch Shamrock rest his hand against Mihawk's knee, fingers curling possessively.

“We should leave,” Shamrock rumbles and flicks his burgundy eyes, meeting your own and Mihawk's, “I do not wish for anyone to see us like this, and I want to scent both of you properly.”

The thought of having this powerful man run those big hands and soft lips along every sensitive inch of your flesh makes you hum in delight. Mihawk makes a sound of interest behind you, lips tugging up in a smile so slight that one would miss it if they weren't looking.

“My ship is docked in the harbor. We can go there,” the former warlord says and pats the side of your thigh, signaling for you to hop up out of his lap. You do some reluctantly but are swiftly scooped up by the redhead when he stands, the alpha holding you against his chest as he follows Mihawk out of the bar and back to the shore. Anticipation burns in his stomach, for while he had not expected to find not one, but two omegas on this random island, Shamrock is glad that he did.

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