#hawkie answers

[kuronarnze]

Hello! If your request are open, I'd like to make one (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Bllk boys with an S/O who animals LOVE, like disney princess level. And its not just cats and dogs, even wild animals too lol. And their S/O isn't like scared about it either because they're used to it

Any character would be fine, just pls include Sae hehe. Feel free to ignore and sending lots of love! 💕

a/n: HIHIIUI ANONNN omg I've been craving for requests lately but I've been busy for some days but now I'm here to answer my requests 🫶 TYSM FOR REQUESTING, this request is super adorbs, enjoy the oneshots (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Blue lock boys with an s/o who's loved by all animals

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

(they’re just casually the real-life Snow White and they don’t even flinch)

Your presence is like a beacon to every creature within a mile radius. From neighborhood cats to literal foxes and falcons—you’re surrounded like a forest queen and you don’t bat an eye.

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Isagi Yoichi

- The first time a hawk landed on your arm mid-walk, Isagi thought it was a fever dream.

- “Babe… that’s a WILD ANIMAL—ARE YOU OKAY—”

- Meanwhile, you're just like “Oh, this is Hawkie! He shows up when I bring trail mix.”

- Dogs follow you. Strays curl up near your feet. Even bugs don’t annoy you.

- He’s both amazed and kind of shy about it?? Like how can you be so cool and casual while a raccoon just holds your hand??

- Tries to bond with animals too, but they clearly like you way more. He’s a little pouty.

- “...So what is it? Do you smell like nature or something??”

- But he's totally in awe of you—says you're like “real-life magic.”

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Itoshi Sae

+ Acts like it doesn’t faze him but internally he’s like:

- “Did a deer just BOW to her? What is this Studio Ghibli nonsense.”

- Foxes casually walk up to you in the park and Sae’s eye twitches.

- The only time he freaked out was when a full-grown owl flew into your bedroom.

- “Why is there a predator bird on your headboard.”

- You pet it like a cat. “Oh, this is (insert owl name 😭). She just wanted to say hi.”

- You’re completely unbothered and that both terrifies and impresses him.

- …Might be slightly jealous that animals get more affection than him.

- “Pet me like that sometime.”

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Itoshi Rin

- He absolutely thought it was a one-time weird coincidence until it kept happening.

- You once had a crow fly down, untie your shoelace, and then fix it again. Rin just stood there in shock.

- “Is this… black magic.”

- He lowkey thinks you’re cursed or a cryptid.

- But every time you smile at an animal and it runs up to you like you're the chosen one, his heart does this annoying fluttery thing.

- Won’t admit it, but he likes when you hum and birds gather (especially owls cause rin loves owls).

- Pretends he’s annoyed when a raccoon won’t stop following you around—but secretly gives it snacks so it likes him too.

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Shidou Ryusei

- First reaction:

- “HELL YEAH, BABY SNOW WHITE!!”

- Genuinely so entertained. Will literally encourage you to collect an army of squirrels.

- “Do you think they’d help us rob a bank if you asked?”

- You: “They’re not criminally trained??”

- Him: “Then we train ‘em.”

- Thinks it’s the coolest and most chaotic thing about you.

- Bats fly around you at night? He’s taking selfies with them.

- If an animal growls at him but snuggles with you, he acts fake-offended.

- “Wow, okay, I see how it is. No love for the pink-haired menace.”

- Deep down he LOVES it. And he would show off to everyone that he is dating a real life Disney princess 😭.

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Michael Kaiser

- “Of course animals love you. You’re mine. You should be worshipped.”

- Says it with full pride but is so confused inside.

- Like a duck followed you home once. And then brought its whole flock the next day.

- You once calmed down a barking dog just by talking softly to it—and Kaiser fell harder than ever.

- 100% convinced you’re secretly some goddess of the forest.

- “You talk to bees. You are not human.”

- Laughs when squirrels chase you, but if one even tries to bite, he’s ready to square up.

- “Don’t test me, Alvin. I don’t care how fluffy you are.”

- Lowkey jealous when the animals get cuddles before he does.

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Mikage Reo

- Thinks it’s ADORABLE and tells everyone about it.

- “My S/O? Oh yeah, they’re the Snow White of Japan. I’m not kidding. A bunny followed us for four blocks.”

- Genuinely impressed that you’re not even fazed. “I’d scream if a hawk landed on me, babe.”

- He spoils the animals too. Starts naming them. Buys pet beds for wild ones.

- You get adopted by animals. Reo adopts the animals who adopt you.

- Wants to build you a nature reserve one day.

- “You need a mansion with a garden big enough for all your animal groupies.”

- Caught himself watching you play with a wild fox once and almost cried from how pure it was.

- “How are you the cutest person on Earth AND the Disney princess of animals??”

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

tysm for reading !! I JUST SAW THE NEW LEAKS AND OHMYGOSH SAEEE CAME BACKKKKKKKK and THE NEW CHARACTER?? HE'S ACT SO FINE 😭😭

[reineydraws]

For the mishanks body swap au, how would luffy/zoro/perona react? How would other people they know react?

hi! this got long so i'll put it under a cut, and there aren't really any drawings since that's a bit more effort and time i don't have rn 😅 but i wanted to answer this!

the people i cover are:

benn & yasopp

perona

zoro

luffy (and rayleigh, kinda)

kid luffy

buggy & croc

kid uta

thanks for the ask!!! :)

this is how i had some of shanks's crew react:

i think yasopp and benn, who have likely known him the longest and best and who have probably seen the most of mishanks together, would recognize mihawk's body language, even when it's on shanks. i also think ppl who spend a lot of time together and/or love each other a lot pick up each others' mannerisms, so benn and yasopp have probably already seen their captain exhibit little tells here and there that clearly come from mihawk. when mihawk himself somehow ends up in their captain's body, it's weirdly familiar for them, and they realize it's 'cuz they're not just seeing echoes of the swordsman in shanks, but the real thing.

for perona, i imagine shanks would roll up to kuraigana thinking like, "i should try to be like mihawk so as not to alarm them, esp 'cuz hawky probably would rather they not know" but when he steps off hitsugibune, he waves to perona and greets, "perona," and she's immediately like, "who are you!" she noticed that shanks buttoned the shirt he picked out of mihawk's coffin-crate wrong, and mihawk would never wear that shirt with those pants like that! and she thought maybe mihawk was having an off day until "mihawk" waved in greeting and called her by name. at this point, shanks is sweating lol.

zoro, i think he'd probably notice something is Off right away (shanks continues the charade bc he explains the situation to perona and perona thinks it's hilarious and wants to see how long zoro goes without noticing) but wouldn't really care until "mihawk" draws yoru for some training. zoro would scowl, annoyed but not alarmed bc perona's not alarmed, and he'd be like, "okay, that's it. mihawk would never hold yoru like that, he keeps at least another hand's-width distance in his grip for better support, what the hell," and shanks is just like, of course i got the sword thing wrong. of course his sword student would notice. 🤦🏻‍♀️ mihawk would only train interesting and competent people, and that's luffy's swordsman! c'mon shanks.

(i am a firm believer that shanks is the only other person that's ever been allowed to handle yoru in the time she's been mihawk's sword, and as an extension of that, i think it'd be cute if he held her in a slightly different grip bc shanks's style when using yoru is a little more hilt-heavy and defensive. he hasn't done this since losing his arm though, so it's actually nostalgic to be able to wield her with both hands.)

(i say this but i suppose, like with all body swap au's, there might also be an element of muscle memory involved. in that case, zoro probably confronts shanks when shanks reaches for beer instead of wine at dinner. but i like the sword thing better haha.)

luffy? luffy and mishanks aren't interacting in canon rn so i can't imagine where he'd meet up with them body-swapped, unless one of them goes to rayleigh at sabaody for help. (i say "one of them" but while shanks would be alone, poor mihawk would definitely have the red-hair pirates as a peanut gallery following along lol.) in this case, i think luffy (and rayleigh) would just laugh. like, a lot. so much.

if it was mihawk (looking like shanks), luffy would probably ask him a lot of questions regarding zoro and proclaiming his time is almost up as wgs, and then hang out with the rhp to catch up, show off his improved abilities a little, and tell yasopp about how usopp's been doing. with shanks, i think they'd catch up and then end up horsing around, and it would be extra funny bc from the outside it looks like dracule mihawk is having an eating contest with strawhat luffy. rayleigh will take photos for posterity.

if it's kid luffy and this happens before luffy's a pirate, i think luffy would probably ask mihawk-as-shanks what being a pirate is like, and also stories about being the wgs. and mihawk would tell him about fighting marines and his coffin boat and luffy would get a little starry-eyed but also maybe want to fight him lol.

other people they know... i can't help but imagine what kind of fuckery shanks would come up with if he rolled up to karai barai looking like mihawk. 😂 buggy and croc would be so unnerved.

i think shanks would take the opportunity to fuck with buggy a little by bringing up inciting incidents between them from when they were kids, like their really stupid arguments, and buggy would be caught between arguing back heatedly, creeped out that mihawk knows and is smiling all i-know-something-you-don't-know at him *shudders*, and wondering if the weird amount of knowledge on buggy's childhood mihawk has means that mihawk and shanks are fucking or something. (they are, but buggy doesn't know that. mihawk is a little annoyed at shanks for getting this revealed 'cuz he was holding onto their relationship for a more dramatic reveal if it ever presented itself, and he wanted the source of the blackmail he had on buggy to be a little more enigmatic. now, he can't creep buggy out bc he'll just assume all his blackmail material is from shanks. ugh.)

croc would be a little baffled that "mihawk" has suddenly started interacting with the clown way more than he used to, before realizing there's something deeply wrong with "mihawk". he seems too personable, too trusting, too... smile-y. it's weird. he doesn't like it. he is forced to go to buggy about this when his own henchmen don't seem to know what else to do about it, and they end up relictantly working together to find out what caused this personality change. when it eventually gets figured out that "mihawk" is actually shanks, buggy is livid and crocodile's already thinking about what this might mean for the cross guild, if the red force is going to come to karai barai, if that will cause problems for what he's trying to do, and of course, how he can use this situation to blackmail mihawk in the future. it's annoying but he can admit it's also kinda funny.

totally self-indulgent addition, but kid uta would take the oportunity to play dress-up with her dads since they've now effectively switched fashion senses. both let her, bc they are both charmed by how happy this makes her.

[thefivecrowns]

“Why do you think StarClan sent that prophecy? We needed the Clans to strengthen their faith in us. You ask for answers that we are not completely in control of; in one way or another, everything has happened as a result of a series of events you caused. Then you ask why we aren’t stopping the consequences to your own actions? We can only do so much. Look how much little faith has cost the Clans!”

When a Clan cat dies, no matter their personal faith and prior actions, they join StarClan, the name collectively given to the River Territory Clans’ deceased. StarClan’s hunting grounds are accessed through the Whispering Tree, a grandiose weeping willow with branches that reach high into silverpelt, enabling the living to connect with their ancestors. One must sleep within the tree or on one of its branches to enter StarClan’s dreamscape; the highest branches are reserved for leaders being granted their nine lives.

StarClan is responsible for supervising the Clans. They ensure that their living descendants are functioning in harmony, and will send signs or omens to be interpreted by leaders, medicine cats, or occasionally even the common warrior if they perceive the Clans to be in any danger. Generally, though, StarClan observes in silence. Their communication with the living is infrequent and unpredictable; they rarely intervene with Clan affairs unless they feel that the danger being posed is going to impact them directly, and even then, do not typically express their being in danger out of pride. StarClan’s messages are known to be cryptic, and despite their devotion to their ancestors, living cats find themselves struggling to know where to place their faith.

Seasons ago, StarClan delivered a prophecy with the intentions of restoring the Clans’ faith in them after a turbulent spiritual conflict, which had resulted in the Dark Forest being sealed away and the impairment of StarClan’s relationship with the living world. Fearful of losing their ancestors and desperate to protect their sacred lifestyles, the Clans spiraled into disarray, turning on one another in their efforts to decipher the prophecy; after many moons, StarClan finally intervened with a powerful earthquake, after which they explained their objective to the leaders and quelled the conflict. They never truly regained as much faith as they were hoping, but were seemingly content, as they’ve been silent ever since. Even through the Clan-shattering reign of DuskClan, StarClan was quiet—but now after they chose WindClan’s leader and helped Bramblestar reestablish SkyClan, can they really be considered absent, or just neglectful?

Interested in reading more about StarClan and their impact on the Clans? You can read our Past Plots doc for a comprehensive history of StarClan’s influence on previous plots, or explore the different ways StarClan has contributed to general Clan history by viewing the History sections in the Main Doc and individual Clan docs!

Art Credit: Hib [@hibiswack]

Character Quote: Sunstar [@/Hawky]

[giurochedadomani]

Consider: Modern AU Shanks sends Mihawk just the worst selfies. They’re off-center, not entirely in focus, he’s usually still moving, and, worst of all, no one has ever bothered to correct him.

Luffy thinks they look fine because he’s not one for second-guessing a friend. Beckman has taken the firm stance that Shanks’ dating life is Not His Problem. Buggy is fully aware that Shanks takes selfies like a middle schooler and texts like a dad, and encourages both because he’s more dedicated to embarrassing his friend than getting him laid.

It is no doubt divine intervention that Mihawk can sense the real intentions behind the disasters that grace his screen daily.

Absolutely, wonderful, 100% agree, I'm picturing Mihawk having an hour long internal meltdown about them because they're very shitty selfies, yeah, he feels as if he should be offended. Or at least annoyed that Shanks keeps bombarding him, right? But at the same time Shanks' smile does look very nice, and he's one of those guys who somehow looks really hot with ratty jeans and sandals. It's kind of cute that Shanks thinks about him when he's out with friends, now that he thinks about it. Wait-- what is the proper way to answer to that? Like, is he supposed to reply with a selfie of his own? There's NO way he's sending him any picture that doesn't look ready for an Armani campaign

(Zoro judges him a bit for getting overdressed and now Mihawk has to ponder for another hour at least if it's better to go the Armani route or if it's better to copy Zoro's strategy for sanji and sending shanks hot sweaty post training selfies, because which were Shanks' intentions? That's important to know! He'd be mortified if he doesn't match his energy. This texting should be easier than this. Maybe he's overthinking it)

(buggy and Croc risk their lives by being gossipy about why Mihawk is ignoring them in favour of staring at his phone. As Buggy is being deliberately obtuse as to what Shanks would like more, Croc grabs Mihawk's phone and sends both picture to shanks, for Mihawk's utter mortification and shanks' overjoyment)

That is to say, I can totally picture Mihawk really assuming that Shanks has any plan or has put any THOUGHT whatsoever into the selfies beyond the general vibe of: Hawky yes. I miss him lots. Let's see what he's up to 😍😘😊🥰❤️

[the-bar-sinister]

Crimson Sunset, Azure Dawn (19735 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 5/8

Summary: Mihawk would have been content to finally give Shanks the duel long owed him. Buggy swore he simply wanted to give him a piece of his mind. Crocodile just wanted the pair to have some measure of closure, difficult as it might be. No one expected the rising star of the scarlet emperor to crash so suddenly and violently to earth. No one expected to fish a lost and broken Shanks out of the wreckage of his ship.

But maybe it takes disaster for old flames to flicker back to life, and for Cross Guild to bring in its most surprising member.

catch up here

-

Mihawk and Crocodile sat in the captains' quarters at the table where the open transceiver was broadcasting. Crocodile was on his second cigar, and mid way through a glass of brandy, with his hooked arm solidly around Mihawk's shoulders. It had perhaps been the most awkward black transponder snail conversation he'd ever had the displeasure of listening in on. Buggy was close to tears the whole time, the argument cyclical and seemingly never ending…and now this.

It was…distressing. Distressing and difficult to listen to Shanks this way, so sure that he'd thrown his life away for good. Admitting that their breakup, a breakup the whole world had felt, had been some sort of final straw that broke the man.

The sound like a clown and a drunk being strangled came through the line as Mihawk's eyes delicately narrowed. "Oh dear." 

"He just started crying, didn't he," Crocodile huffed, puffing out a ring of smoke.

"Yes, I'm afraid they both have." Mihawk mused with a sigh. "poor men." 

"Fucking hell," Crocodile grumbled. He picked up his drink and swirled it in his glass. "This is painful to listen to. Buggy I expected, but this is Red Haired Shanks? What the fuck has he been doing this whole time?"

"Falling apart," Mihawk reached for another glass of wine. He needed it desperately. 

"Apparently!" Crocodile barked, knocking back his brandy. "Wish we had known fucking sooner. Who the hell could get close to him though? Thrice damned emperor with his mysterious bullshit and his anti-social fucking crew."

Mihawk poured himself another glass, filled to the brim. 

"It was one of the reasons we fell apart. Yes… the government drove a wedge from my end… but his insular crew and mysterious 'purpose' and that untouchable status…" He shook his head. "add that to the clear loss of real drive after he came back injured, I couldn't allow myself to try getting closer to a wall. But now…"

He gestured to the crying. "The wall's certainly crumbling." 

Crocodile grimaced at the transponder. "It sure fucking is. Should we bust in on 'em, or let this play out?"

"......do you think Buggy will throw a fit if we burst in? He may need the backup." 

"Hell if it were me I'd want backup," Crocodile growled. "Lover you haven't seen in years starts crying in your lap first conversation? If that had been me and you I would have been signalling for Daz so fucking fast, Hawk. Not that it could have been. But what do you do in that situation? We gotta at least get 'em out of the lounge."

Classic Crocodile. Mihawk tilted his head against him. What would he do in that situation indeed? If it had been Crocodile crying on him… or Shanks, if he'd gotten the plan to confront him first… he wasn't so sure.

Still, he had to answer. "Draw Yoru and challenge him to a duel." 

Crocodile glanced at the transponder again. Shanks and Buggy were still crying.

"Yeah I don't think that's gonna help in this case, Hawky."

-

As Crocodile marched with Mihawk through the ship's corridor a couple of doors down to the lounge where Buggy and Shanks were, he reflected on how fucking surreal this entire episode felt. Not only had Shanks— fucking Shanks!--- been brought low in combat (apparently twice in as many days, Crocodile still wasn't clear on that) but now he was a sobbing mess in Buggy's lap.

What a fucking day. He glanced at Mihawk, hoping that the man was holding it together as well as he seemed to be and worrying (justifiably, he felt) that it was probably not the case. Hopefully they could get all this shit sorted out and come out stronger for it.

"Ready?" he murmured to Mihawk, hand on the door.

Mihawk seemed as calm as ever… though there was that look in his eyes. The bubbling intensity that spoke to the inner turmoil he never really let out.

"I am ready, yes." 

Crocodile was going to have to have a talk with him about that, sometime. It couldn't be healthy, keeping bottled up all the time like that. What if he ended up like Shanks was now?

But now wasn't the time.

Now he pushed the door open and swaggered in, a bottle of wine dangling in his free hand.

"Pardon me, gentlemen."

Buggy was openly sobbing with his arms around Shanks' head, having drawn him into his chest as the two of them sprawled dangerously in their chairs.

Mihawk stared for a long moment before he whispered. "We should have brought something stronger than wine." 

Crocodile grimaced, and nodded subtly. 

"We'll fix that," he whispered back. This was a fucking mess. He cleared his throat. "Gentlemen?"

He heard Shanks choke back a sob into Buggy's chest and sit straight up, alert like a guard dog was alert, which made his bedraggled appearance all the sadder.

"Crocodile," Shanks greeted roughly, "... Mihawk."

Buggy's head snapped up, and out came a sharp yelp and a flail— he fell out of his chair "Crocodile? Hawk—EEEK!" "

Mihawk winced almost imperceptibly. "Hello, Shanks." 

"A little birdy told me you might be in need of another bottle," Crocodile said, trying not to grimace at the spectacle either. "And maybe a change of venue."

Shanks wiped his arm with his sleeve, and reached down to try to help Buggy up. "A little bird, huh? Sorry, I didn't turn out to be very hungry."

Buggy wiped his eyes with a sniff, grabbing his hand and standing with less difficulty than a normal man might due to his powers.

"You were listenin' in, weren't you?" 

Crocodile rolled his eyes. Of course Buggy had to ask him directly. "I wasn't going to leave you alone with an unstable ex who might try to kill you, Bug. But it seems pretty safe now, so. Change of venue."

He watched as Shanks grimaced, leaning on Buggy. But the lack of more dramatic reaction led Crocodile to believe he'd already assumed they were being listened in on, or just couldn't bring himself to care in that state.

Mihawk gave him a thin smile. "We're glad you're both safe…but we figured you could use something more to drink."

"Yeah uh, I wasn't able to reach the transponder snail. Shanks latched himself on me like a limpet." Buggy protested weakly. 

To his credit, Shanks did try to look at least a little more dignified, despite still being a sniffling mess. He pushed his hand through his hair, leaning on Buggy. "We've had a lot to catch up on, that's all."

"So it seems," Crocodile agreed. "Do you two want a private bedroom for a while, or do you want some company?"

Buggy had already introduced the situation to him, so there was no harm in asking directly instead of trying to suss out if the clown wanted backup by signals alone.

"Guhhhhhhhghh…." Buggy made a low, sick noise, before he held his hands up. "I— I don't mind company if Shanks don't…I mean, he's the one who's injured here."

Mihawk smirked slightly, before he nodded. "I understand if he doesn't wish to see me at the moment." 

Shanks looked between the lot of them, looking utterly exhausted and wrung out— maybe more so than when he'd been unconscious fresh out of the sea, if only because he could make an expression now.

"Might as well," he croaked out. "Otherwise it seems like I'm just gonna have to repeat myself three times. Unless you have the next room bugged, too."

This poor, sad bastard.

Crocodile heaved a long-suffering sigh. "C'mon. Let's get you to the quarters and get a little more booze in you."

Mihawk nodded with a subtle smile. "I think that'll help you feel a little more settled, Shanks. I imagine the doctor's been keeping you rather deprived." 

"Hasn't let me have a sip in two days," Shanks rasped. "Pretty sure he's trying to kill me."

Crocodile led the bunch out into the hall like a bunch of miserable baby ducks. At least it wasn't far to walk. And hey, at least it sounded like Shanks still had his terrible sense of humor.

Damn, that was probably why he liked the clown, wasn't it?

-

For all that Shanks had talked about 'having to repeat himself' there wasn't much conversation. They got straight to drinking, and it was one of the most miserable, awkward drinking parties Crocodile had ever had the misfortune of being party to.

Luckily, perhaps, for all of them, Shanks passed out on top of Buggy almost straight away. 

The poor, sad bastard, was all Crocodile could think.

"What the hell happened to him?" he growled after a tense few minutes of the three of them passing the bottle back and forth, wondering if their guest was going to wake up.

Buggy hissed low through his teeth "I mean, he's kinda been like this for years, Croc. Back at Roger's execution we had a big fight when he basically told me he was givin' up on everything we ever dreamed of together."

Mihawk glanced down at him, taking a long sip from the bottle with a huff. "Ssomething shook the worldview he'd stuck to since I lost my respect for him. Something big." 

"I can see that, for sure," Crocodile muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, looks like we're not going to find out until morning. But I'm gonna need one or both of you to stay with him tonight. If only to make sure he doesn't get up and fucking pitch himself over the rail."

He looked between Mihawk and Buggy. There was no way Crocodile was going to be able to sleep in his own bed tonight. He'd just lay awake thinking about the whole…. Mess.

Buggy grimaced, holding his hands up. "I dunno, what if he goes ballistic when he wakes up?"

"He won't, he's too beaten for that." Mihawk sounded certain, his piercing eyes on the sleeping man as he frowned a little deeper. 

"You want me to chain him up, Bug?" Crocodile drawled. He highly doubted Shanks was going to go ballistic, not after the way he'd been sobbing on Buggy when they came in. Unless he was completely insane, which Crocodile thought would be even more of a huge fucking nuisance than whatever the hell this was.

"No! I mean…" He looked down at Shanks with a sigh. "Man. Croccy…" he put his hand on the sleeping man's head. "I'll stay with him I guess. I'll try not to smother him, promise." 

Crocodile pinched the bridge of his nose again. Stupid fucking clown. Caring about him made Crocodile want to slam his head into a brick wall. "Fine, Buggy. We'll all stay, alright?"

Mihawk chuckled under his breath. "Infuriating, isn't he?"

"Hey!" Buggy huffed sharply. "...but thanks, Hawkie, Croccy. Not like any of us are gonna feel great sleeping tonight, right?" 

Crocodile shook his head. He stood, and wandered over to grab a cigar from the box on the table. "Sure fucking aren't. But thems the breaks, eh? Hey, congrats, jester, pretty sure this counts as bringing down a fellow emperor."

Buggy flushed under his makeup as he flashed a lopsided grin. "Well damn…yeah, the papers might pick up on that. He's gonna be pissed, I know it."

"Or start crying again," Mihawk murmured. "Or laughing. He's in a very strange place right now." 

"I'll fucking say," Crocodile grumbled as he lit a fresh cigar. "You two know him a lot better than me. Would you ever have expected this?"

Crocodile's head was swimming, even though he hadn't had that much to drink. He simply didn't know how the hell to handle this situation. Mihawk and Buggy may have known Shanks well, but he'd only ever known him as a rather dangerous and intriguing enemy. One who had risen, and risen, where Crocodile himself had fallen.

And here Shanks was, curled into a timid little ball sleeping the sleep of the unhappily drunk on his bed after apparently getting his shit wrecked by first Straw Hat and then by Teach.

Fucking Teach bringing down Shanks. Crocodile could never have guessed that would happen.

"Not really, no. Even when we fell apart, when he became half the man he used to be, he'd always seemed like he would stay steadfast on that mysterious goal of his."

Buggy sniffed. "I didn't think fucking Blackbeard woulda been the one to take him down. Straw Hat, I'd believe… Luffy's a monster if you ain't on his good side. And Shanks seems to have gotten on his bad side real fast. But Blackbeared…eughh." 

Straw Hat– Crocodile absolutely believed that he could take down Shanks. Crocodile was starting to believe Straw Hat could take down anybody.

"Guess Straw Hat softened him up," he said, setting his jaw. "So which one of you wants to try to pull his teeth to find out why this happened tomorrow? Maybe finally hear about this mystery goal of his?"

"He hasn't listened to me since I was a mini-Buggy," the clown grumbled under his breath, though Mihawk tilted his head towards him.

"You're still a force of personality, clown. Not only that, but your history with him could prove to be an asset." 

"So you don't wanna talk to him either, eh, Hawky?" Crocodile puffed on his cigar. Not that surprising, and he couldn't blame him. The way he understood it, Mihawk had been avoiding Shanks for years.

Crocodile had had a couple of trysts with Shanks, back in the day, back before he was cautious enough to avoid having sex with his enemies. But none of it had given him any more of an understanding of the man.

He was starting to wonder if anyone understood him. 

"I…do." Mihawk murmured. "I just have the concern that I won't break through his barriers." 

Crocodile sucked in a breath of smoke and held it in his mouth, letting the familiar sensation sooth him. He softly blew out the smoke.

"Talk to him anyway," Crocodile said. "If you can't get through, maybe you can soften him up. While you do I'll get Buggy some fresh air. Poor clown seems like he needs it, eh?"

He sneered over at Buggy. It was earnestly meant as much as it was a jab. Buggy looked almost as lost as Shanks, and Crocodile understood why. You build up a rivalry in your mind for 20 years and this is how it ends?

As confusing and sad as it was pathetic.

There had to be something going on. 

They'd get to the bottom of it.

Mihawk laughed sharply, one of his rare moments of audible amusement. "Fine. I'll talk to him. If it means you can wipe some of that pathetic expression off the clown's face, I'll do it."

The clown shrank under his sneer, frowning almost cartoonishly. "So what if I need a little air? Everyone needs air. You'd die without it, idiot." 

"Eventually," Crocodile purred, leaning over toward him, and putting on a wide smile. "Some day we'll see how long you can do without."

It wasn't a night for messing around, but he hoped the flirting at least would lift the clown's flagging spirits a little.

Buggy flushed deeply, and he jolted enough to jostle Shanks as he sputtered and looked off to the side.

Somehow–he looked more relaxed. "You're a real bastard, Croc." 

Crocodile kept an eye on Shanks, who murmured, but didn't wake. Once Croc saw he was settled, he smirked at Buggy. He was feeling more relaxed himself. "You know I am."

Yeah. It was going to be a bad night. But he'd lived through worse.

-

Buggy had had a bad night. Terrible night. The drinking party was a bust. He thought 'if anything is gonna get Shanks to cheer up, loosen up and stop miserably trying to pitch himself off a cliff it's booze', only for that to blow right up in his face.

All the way back in Loguetown he could tell Shanks had lost his drive, his ambition, but thought at least he'd picked something up to fill the hole. Now he didn't even have that, did he? That big , stupid mission of his, that 'purpose' that he never felt like sharing with Buggy…all up in smoke.

He'd wriggled himself out from under him, letting Mihawk take up Shanks pillow duties, as he and Crocodile headed up to the deck for a gasp of fresh sea air. Anything— anything to get out of the stifling stench of booze and regret. 

Crocodile slapped him roughly on the back with the back of his hook as they came up on deck. his other had was occupied with the thermos of coffee they'd hastily grabbed from the galley on their way up. Neither of them had slept more than a few minutes at a time. It was bad sleep even for men who were used to operating on an hour or two in a pinch.

Dawn was grey, and the deck was quiet aside from the moaning of the boards and the rush of the waves, and the call of early morning sea birds. Daz was busy up at the helm, the only one awake on deck aside from their lookout, and gave them a nod of acknowledgement before going back to his navigation.

Buggy watched the water churn and ripple for miles and miles all around them, his hand floating over a cup of coffee as he squinted into the early morning light.

He waved to Daz, letting himself stew in sleepy memories for a moment more.

Shanks. Fucking Red Haired Shanks. He remembered the boy on Roger's ship, full of hope and aspiration. He remembered the scowling young man in Loguetown, turning his back on their shared dream and offering him a place as one of his aimless lackeys on some 'oh so important mission' of his own. He remembered the mighty and deadly emperor who was said to be one of the fiercest forces in Paradise.

So who the hell was Shanks now? Which of those men, if any, was the man sleeping on Mihawk down in the crew's quarters?

Crocodile leaned against the mast, and held the thermos against his chest with his hook as he unscrewed it, taking a long drink of the warm, bitter liquid before he handed it to Buggy without a word. There were dark circles under his eyes, just over the long scar that crossed his face like a high water mark.

Buggy raised it to him with a weak smile before taking a long sip himself. Croc looked like a mess. He knew he looked worse, though. Dark circles, smudged and missing face paint… exhaustion and bloodshot eyes.

Like he'd seen a ghost and it'd cried on him for hours. 

Which admittedly, was basically what had happened.

"Tell me about you and Shanks," Crocodile said quietly. He ran his fingers through his limp, oily hair, shoulders sagging. "You've ranted about him plenty, but you never actually told me anything about how it was between you. Before it went bad."

"Before it went bad?" Buggy laughed tensely. "I was a fuckin' kid— but sure." 

He ran his hand through his long and teal hair, mirroring Croc's gesture anxiously. "He was my best friend. We were cabin boys together on Gol's ship." 

Crocodile smiled a sour little smile and grabbed the thermos back, taking another swig of coffee.

"The good old days," he huffed, with wry bitterness thick in his voice. Sometimes it was hard to remember, but Buggy was suddenly struck by the fact that Croc was only a couple of years older than him and Shanks.

"The good ol' days," Buggy leaned against him with a quiet grumble. The man was only a little older…a little. While he was a cabin boy, Crocodile was only a couple years older than him, trying to stand up to his old man.

Things weren't always good, but the days on Roger's ship at least had something special to them. Hope— excitement. He was always second best, but at least he was in the running. He was always sure Shanks would stick by his side no matter what.

"So once there was this island inhabited by a school of mermaids, right?" he began. 

-

Mihawk watched as Shanks drank down water like a fish desperate to breathe, washing down the tablets of pain medication kept on hand for this very purpose. Dehydration led to a hangover, a hangover Shanks was now suffering from.

He imagined it wasn't an unfamiliar sensation, the way he'd seen him drink the last handful of years.

He didn't say a word, simply staring him down with his intense glare.

Shanks took a few desperate breaths and then downed more water before putting the empty pitcher aside. He leaned back on the headboard, and glanced up at Mihawk from under his lank red bangs. His own stare had lost most of its intensity, filled instead with doubt and haunted by something Mihawk didn't understand. 

Mihawk studied it for a long moment. There was once a fire he respected in Red Haired Shanks' stare. He was an expert swordsman, with or without his good arm. He was ambitious and vicious as they came.

But he was half the man he used to be, and he didn't just mean the missing arm. He'd lost something that day in his shrouded mystery of a past and it wasn't just flesh and bone.

"Still thirsty, are you?" 

Shanks shrugged. "I can't drink enough wine to fix my head, and I can't drink enough water to fix the wine. You know how it is."

He closed his eyes and there was something like a smile on his face, but it was hollow, and joyless.

"I suppose I'm familiar with the conundrum, yes." Mihawk's eyes traced his lips. The miserable smile of the walking damned. "...such a smile doesn't suit you, you know." 

"No? Guess there's not a smile left that does suit me, Hawk-eyes." He heaved a sigh and his expression melted into more obvious melancholy.

"There was one, once." Mihawk shifted in his chair to tent his fingers and watch him more intensely. "And yet it's been wiped away— and I think perhaps it may have been a long while ago." 

"Yeah? You've known me a long time. How long ago do you think it was?"

Mihawk laughed sharply. "It's been a while, Red Hair. Since we were young man clashing on the open sea. Once, I thought you made a motivating rival." 

"That was more than ten years ago now, huh? Feels like yesterday." Shanks opened his eyes, only to stare up at the ceiling instead of meeting Mhawk's gaze again. "Mostly because of how much of a blur everything afterward feels like."

A blur. For Mihawk none of his own time was a blur. It was a slow march. A crawl from Marine Hunter, to Crocodile's First Mate, to Warlord of the Sea, to freedom from that self made prison and a return to form in Cross Guild.

For Mihawk it was a drawn out dirge punctuated with wine and blood.

Somehow, though. Somehow it didn't surprise him that Shanks was so lost in the fog of drink and duty that the days flew by.

"More than ten years. Yes." 

Shanks knocked the back of his head against the headboard and winced. "What a fucking waste of a dozen years, huh? Or is that just me?"

A dozen years ago everything had already fallen apart for Mihawk. Ten years ago already he'd been a government dog— a warlord— separated from his captain by a gulf greater than mere distance. His rivalry with Shanks had been a bright spot in that time– until ten years ago when that too had dissolved somehow. When Shanks had lost his arm.

When he'd lost his arm, something else was missing. There was that hollowness in his smile after that, and the start of yet another gulf between that one bright spot and himself. Another gulf to separate Mihawk from the few things that brought him any measure of joy.

Shanks was no longer a rival, nor was he a worthy opponent. Not with whatever plagued him since then.

"It has had its bright spots," Mihawk admitted. "I met a promising young man, and an amusing young woman. They gave me some measure of interest. And now here we stand, reformed into something like our old selves with Cross Guild. But otherwise, it has been a bit of a waste, yes." 

Shanks laughed hollowly, more like an empty breath of air. "Glad your last couple of years were better than mine."

"Makes a man wonder just what made it so miserable, Shanks," Mihawk said slowly as he leaned forward with his fingers clutched together. "You've changed a lot. And have changed ever since that day, too." 

"Sorry I'm not at my best for our little reunion," Shanks huffed. "I know you were looking forward to finally skewering me down the middle. I made it no fun though, huh? A man's not exactly at his best when he finds out everything he's been doing with his life was for nothing."

"You did make it dreadfully unfun, yes. I'm displeased with that," MIhawk said dryly. "...the thing is I don't understand exactly what you've been doing for 'nothing', aside from making a nuisance of yourself in the New World." 

"Making a nuisance of myself." He chuckled and there was almost some good humor in it. "Believe me, that was the only fun part. What have I been doing? That's what I've been asking myself. I can tell you what I thought I was doing."

Mihawk tilted his head, birdlike and curious. He was curious, after all. What was so important that Shanks would sever every tie he'd made save for his own crew?

"I'm listening."

He hung his head and his red hair covered up most of his face. "I thought I was helping save the fucking world."

What a thing to say.

Mihawk snorted softly. "You. A pirate emperor. Saving the world? Laughable." 

"Isn't it? Figured it was the best position for the job. Whole reason that I clawed my way up. Well, that and to make myself a nuisance." 

"Best position for the job of…saving the world," Mihawk said slowly.

Making himself a nuisance he understood. Shanks was always— impish, was perhaps the right word. But 'saving the world' as one of the world's strongest pirates was an absolutely mad thing to say.

Even pirates who claimed to help others, who owned territory, were still pirates. The Sun Pirates saved the enslaved, but they still pillaged and raided like the rest. Whitebeard was a fool. Big Mom's nation of equality was a nation of utter control.

The World Government was worse, by and large. Hypocritical sycophants to the Celestial Dragons, one and all.

But still.

"I know what you're thinking," Shanks said, pointing a finger at him. "You're thinking how's a pirate supposed to save the world, right? But that's the thing. I thought all I had to do was line up one right shot. The rest was screwing around. Killing time. And I had something like 20 years to kill."

His brow furrowed slightly as his eyes bored into Shanks.

One shot to save the world…one shot that being an emperor afforded him, and he was killing time. 

"After all that, I missed the shot, too." He closed his eyes again. "Thought I could fix it, but now I find out, either I completely fucked the one chance anybody had to save the world— or it was all pointless to start with and nothing I did ever had any meaning."

"And just how were you supposed to save the world, Shanks? Killing the Four Elders? Or was this something more…" Irritating, perhaps. …"obscure?" 

"Obscure," he snorted. "I'll say. How was I supposed to save the world? There was this devil fruit. And I was going to give it to the right person. That's how I was going to save the world."

Shanks' voice was rough with regret and shot through with a wry, self-reproachful humor. Like he was telling a joke and it was on himself.

"You are kidding me." MIhawk said with distaste on his tongue. He respected devil fruit users. They were an interesting method of combat, another skill to be honed like a blade. Crocodile and even Buggy and all the others he'd met. They were all skilled fighters.

But a devil fruit couldn't save the world from anything. Not any more than a keen blade could, or a silver tongue. It was a tool like any other. The nuanced and many problems of their great blue seas couldn't be solved by a devil fruit in any one man's hands. 

"It sounds like a joke, doesn't it? It's the sort of thing to make you laugh, isn't it?" That got a laugh out of Shanks, too, dry and hollow and panicked. "But no, I'm not kidding. See some of these devil fruits, they're mythical. The power inside them isn't just any power, it's the power of a spirit. The power of a god. And there's one that the World Government's afraid of."

"The world government is afraid of a fruit," Mihawk murmured dubiously. 

"Yep." Shanks suddenly sat up and crawled his way from the headboard down to the bottom of the bed, much closer to Mihawk. He sat up, bare feet on the floor, and leaned toward him. "So afraid they changed the name of the fruit in all the books just to hide it. To make sure anyone who had it wouldn't know what they had."

Mihawk looked him in the eyes. "And what 'god' lived in this fruit? What god do they fear more than the powerful men who are marshaling to squeeze the life out of their aged throats?" 

"Nika. The sun god. Joyboy." Now Shanks met his eyes, seeming to search them for recognition, or reaction.

Mihawk slowly blinked. He recognized the name, dimly. Jinbei may have mentioned it once at a Warlord meeting, he'd heard it here and there on his time prowling the seas for someone to either kill, or kill him. Whispered like some great secret.

"Joyboy. Yes, I've heard the name." 

Shanks held his hands up as if in defeat. "Well. That's the god. That's the fruit. The mythical zoan fruit, model Nika. Only like I said. They renamed it to hide it."

"...because they fear this Nika, due to its power." Mihawk reached out and patted his shoulder. "...I'm not a man who adheres to faiths, Shanks. I believe in the power of men, but you do have my ear." 

Ironic, perhaps. He wore the iconography of a long forgotten faith of his home island. But it stood as a reminder of death as opposed to any god. 

"I know you've never been a man to believe in that kind of thing," Shanks said. Mihawk felt him flinch slightly under his touch, but after that, he leaned toward him. "Right now, I envy you for that. Do you want to know, Mihawk? What the government renamed the fruit?"

"I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say the gum-gum fruit, given you had a bit of a tiff with Luffy and his crew." he mused, voice deadpan and tired. 

Shanks raised his hands, and let them fall to his knees. "What can I say, Mihawk? Maybe you should have been the world's greatest detective instead of the world's greatest swordsman."

"If I'm ever defeated and my vanquisher fails to kill me, I suppose I'll retire from the position and take up investigation." Mihawk said dryly. "So that's it, hm? Luffy is the 'god fruit wielder' who the Celestial Dragons fear." 

"That's right," Shanks nodded. "And I just got done telling him about it."

Mihawk smiled thinly. "and he took it about as well as I might have if you told me my accomplishments were due to the grace of god, hmm?" 

"No, Mihawk, I think you would have been a better sport about it."

Mihawk rubbed his chin with a sly edge to his smile. "A frightening prospect indeed, Shanks."

[your-dashing-cupid]

Oh dear...

First Hawk decides to have me as his "secret identity" in his mind, which made our dear Helios take matters into its invisible hands, and then, I don't get informed about this place!?

So not polite of you, Hawkie~

Anyways...my name is also Hawk...but you darlings can call me Eros to avoid confusion~!

~♡~♡~♡~

Tags:

#Dashingly posting -> normal posts

#Lovingly answering -> reblogs/asks

#LucySays: -> ooc posts/reblogs

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Headcanon time!

-Eros is gay, poly and uses He/Him pronouns.

-He's single

-Once Hawk's "secret identity", now a whole person thanks to Helios' strange powers.

-He compliments people a lot and seems very loving, but he only starts serious relashionships if he feels a strong connection/bond with somebody.

-Him and Hawk are pretty much opposites, with Hawk being a reserved, introverted man and Eros being a much more extroverted and open guy.

~♡~♡~♡~

If something is written between [--] it's ooc!

No nsfw, that's a big nono

Btw, the person controlling this blog is a minor, please don't do heavy flirting stuff.

[nathaaaan]

AHEM

After watching the latest episodes of Lego Ninjago: Dragons Rising, I HAD to watch Miraculous World: Paris, Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir or I would go insane.

I swear on my life, it was good no matter what people say. BASICALLY EVIL MARI. LIKE, HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT'S BAD?! She looks good too! Omg. I loved her outfit, I loved her design, it was so MIRACULOUS. 🙃

She's just so mean to Claw Noir, and I love it.

I still think they did him dirty with that design choice. 💀

BUT HE GETS BETTER (KINDA)

SPOILERS, PLS GO WATCH IT, POR FAVOR

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I DID NOT EXPECT HAWKY TO SING THAT INTRO, IT CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD. 😭

I honestly liked the part where Shadybug was smiling while reading Mari's journal, it was so cute‼

I love our adoring protagonists, but I hate them at the same time too. I love villains, if you didn't know, my favorite type are good guys gone bad. THEY HAD BAD GUYS GO GOOD >:/

I WANNA KNOW WHO THE SUPREME GUY IS! IS IT MASTER FU GUY?!

So many unanswered questions that are going to eat me up and swallow me whole until I get an answer.

[rozonrozark]

Well, the last chapter of Cheshire actually raised some questions:

-If the Order is now fully destroyed, those that mean that their spells on the kwami, the Miraculous, Fu's amnesia, and their tracking baton's are now gone? We know the Liberation affected the current Guardian appointed for the Order, every Miraculous in Paris (including those inside Feast), and the kwami.

-Is Adrien (and also Kagami & that selfish monster Felix, sentimonsters in the Cheshire AU?), because if he is, I have bad news for little old Gabe about his favourite ring...

-If Hawky and his blue helper weren't the ones who crashed the Meeting, and neither was Feast, who did?

As always, if it's too spoilery, feel free to not answer. Thanks as always for such a marvelous job!

The thing about The Order is that they are gone for now. For the most part, it would act as a kinda reset for every miraculous or object related to a miraculous. So when/if the Order comes back then they will need to go through the entire process of recruiting every kwami again. As for Fu, that is a tricky question that would rely mostly on how you interrupt how the mindwipe works. If it is a mindwipe where everything is just gone then no, he is stuck as he is. If it is like a fog that prevents him from remembering then there is a chance.

As for which one it is I might just leave that up for the audience to decide.

Now as for who attacked I thought that was rather obvious given it was a missile strike. But to make put it simply let's just say a few villains might have had the same idea.

Finally as for the whole Senti thing I have been debating with myself about it and I just might make him a Senti just to unknowingly rub it in both his father's and Felix's face that he is free.

[supermarine-silvally]

Well, this turned out angstier than I intended lol but at least I kept it to under 1000 words!

Summary: An innocent question from Perona leads to Yara unleashing some of her anger at her father, unaware of who might be listening.

Caution: Spoilers for the Marineford arc ahead. Tagging @oneirataxia-girl and @auxiliarydetective because you guys know what happens but fair warning to anyone who doesn't know how that arc ends.

“So what’s the deal, anyways?” Perona asked as she floated by the couch. “With you and ol’ Hawky, I mean.”

Yara shrugged and continued running the cloth up and down Yoake’s thin blade, wiping off the humandrill blood. “What’s there to say? I’m only here to get stronger so I can kill Teach and that magma bastard.”

“Yeah, but he’s your dad, isn’t he?”

“Only in a biological sense.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s get something straight, ghost princess.” Yara glanced up for a second, meeting Perona’s eyes before returning to cleaning her sword. “Dracule Mihawk might be my father, but there’s only one man who I recognize as my dad-- and that’s Edward Newgate. He loved us-- all sixteen-hundred of us-- like we were his own children, which is more than I can say for certain other people.”

“Harsh.”

“Not as harsh as abandoning your baby at a convent and cutting all contact with her for the next nineteen years.”

Perona stopped. “Oooh, damn. Is that what he did to you?”

“Pretty much, yeah. I guess my existence became too inconvenient for becoming the World’s Greatest Swordsman or whatever.” Yara let out a bitter laugh. “Which, you know what? I could almost forgive. Being a pirate is dangerous, and he doesn’t have a crew, so it’s not like he could just hand me off to someone else to look after while he goes and does sword things. So, sure. Leave me to spend the next thirteen years getting yelled at by nuns. But he never kept in touch. Never checked up on me, or gave me any indication about who I even was. I had no idea he was my father until I was about eight, and even finding that out was a complete coincidence.”

“What happened?”

“I discovered an old bounty poster at a market one day with his face on it, from before he joined the Seven Warlords. As soon as I saw his eyes…” She trailed off, before shaking her head. “I knew I finally had something of an answer to the question I’d been asking myself my entire life. When I showed it to the Mother Superior, she confirmed my suspicions. …That was a strange day. I went from being a nameless orphan with a funny eye to the daughter of one of the most powerful pirates roaming the seas, all before dinner.”

Yara dropped the bloodied cloth onto the floor and picked up a clean one, gently massaging it against the black blade. “I used to hate my left eye, you know. I didn’t understand why I looked like this, only that it made the other kids stare at me as if there was something wrong with me. For the longest time, I wore an eyepatch over it. Both to hide my association with Mihawk, and to keep people from thinking I was some sort of freak.” A sad smile rose to her lips, her tone softening. “Ace changed that. It was the first time anyone had ever made me feel beautiful.”

But as soon as the smile came, it vanished. “Not that it matters now. Ace is gone. Pops is gone. Most of the Whitebeard Pirates are gone. Perhaps being Mihawk’s daughter is all I have left.”

Perona opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, apparently changing her mind and letting Yara continue. 

“Damn Mihawk. What pisses me off the most is that the man acts like he’s never had a challenge in his entire life,” the young swordswoman muttered, raising her blade in the air and studying it under the light. “But you know what would’ve really been a challenge? Maybe alleviated some of that infamous boredom of his? Raising his fucking child. I think he probably expected me to find out about him somehow and then show up in twenty years to throw down the gauntlet, but if he thinks I want anything to do with him beyond strengthening my swordplay and haki, then he’s delusional. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of a real fight.”

Yara lowered Yoake, placing it down on the couch beside her before giving the scabbard a quick wipe. “Ace and I used to talk about our shitty fathers all the time, and while his situation was terrible and I can’t even begin to imagine the pressure that was put on him his entire life, at least Gold Roger had the courtesy to be fucking dead. Mihawk couldn’t even give me that much.”

Perona’s eyes widened. “Uh, Yara--”

“--And you know what? If I could snap my fingers and change it so that he died while my mother lived, I would do it in a heartbeat. I don’t regret being born, but I do regret having such a useless father who couldn’t even do the bare minimum and send me the occasional birthday card.”

“Ya-ra.” Perona tapped her finger into the air twice, indicating towards something across the room. 

Yara turned around. Standing just behind her was Mihawk, his expression unreadable.

She leapt to her feet like a startled cat, meeting his stoic gaze with a ferocious glare. “What do you want?!”

Mihawk did not flinch. “Your observation haki needs some improvement,” was all he said. 

Yara’s eyes narrowed, a fierce, hot anger bubbling in her chest. “Oh, fuck you,” she spat, allowing it to boil over. “I’m glad you heard all that. You’ll never be even half the father Whitebeard was.” Whirling around, she slid Yoake back into its scabbard and stormed off. 

Silence descended upon the room as Mihawk and Perona watched her go. Zoro, who had arrived at the door behind Mihawk, did a prompt one-eighty-degree turn and quickly left.

[sirquacklesdefoof]

hey it's hawkie fabulousvelociraptor. i've lost all my messaging abilities from my main (can't send, receive, or view) and also can't send messages off anon (no idea). drumpenguin and i are testing it and I've contacted support but just know I'm not blanking you bestie I've just been obliterated xxx <3

Okay first of all I’m so sorry that it took me so long to answer this, I’ve been thinking about it every day since I got it SECOND of all how the hell did you manage to get put in solitary confinement?? Like how does that work on a website backend kind of level and THIRD of all did you or did you not name yourself after a m*a*s*h character.

[exaltededge]

Company is rare on his outings and at all. The fear he inspires leads to a very solitary lifestyle so Dracule isn't exactly well versed in keeping the company of crewmates let alone clones of an ancient race. Perhaps the child could be put through his paces and complete the task alone since he'd one day be his replacement. A picnic on the beach with a backdrop of death rattles does sound pleasant enough.

“Yes, do you not require sleep? Food—” Hand lifts to roll his wrist as filler for the blank that powered the Seraphim. The army of Kuma's aren't as independent but beyond that he hadn't looked into their upkeep.

Before the boy can answer, irritation rolls into his ears in the form of Doflamingo voice. Dracule glances at the grinning pair from the corner of his eye, happy to ignore him as usual. “Most if not everything that horrible bird says is lies.” The mental image of Crocodile and him drowning Doflamingo has lips curling in a sharp smirk.

“Hawky not in front of the kids. They might get the idea you hate me~ Fufufu.”

Dracule knows better than to react to the man's noise but features sour like old milk. To even joke, to allude to them being in the same room as anything more than a contractual obligation is offensive. How Crocodile has the patience to amuse this fool is beyond him. “The original lacks any ability to shut his mouth. Calling him a cockroach is being far too kind.” Reassurance takes the form of a gentle squeeze to his clone's shoulder. “I will teach you many horrible things to call him instead.” Most of which are only shared between Yoru and his link.

Closed writing ;; @exaltededge

The thought of Neko becoming a certified black blade is a welcoming one. Yes, she deserved to be known as every pirate's worst nightmare, and he'd try all he could to complete the challenge.

It's... a little embarrassing taking gratification from the world's greatest swordsman. The humble flattery is nice. He can't help lowering his gaze at the ground, scuffing his shoe against the ground, and nodding in earnest.

"A swordsman's legacy lives through their sword. I will do anything to achieve her greatness."

After temporarily putting her on proud display, she's placed where she belongs— protecting down along his back.

S-HAWK couldn't help a conflicted squint in his eyes. Handler? He wasn't a pet. He had authority figures, sure, but the leadership gave him rather laxed commands. The mission would be completed with his own artificial solutions.

"I'm aware of the ruckus. I'll be accompanying you however you deem fit."

The boy couldn't help but blink away at Mihawk. The misconceptions are justified, he supposed, but he can't help questioning him with a flat tone. "—charge?"

He was no dog. He was also no battery.

His clothes feel lackluster compared to the other, but it's hardly important. As for eating... he'd devour only what he needed, even if it wasn't his favorite. He'd simply do what was necessary to survive.

"Oh, Hawkey, you certainly had a glow up from your youth! What an unsightly forehead, fufufu!" Doflamingo barked out his hideous laughter. He's comfortably laying back across the table, smiling from ear to ear, as he holds S-FLAMINGO above him like some deadly airplane.

"We should schedule a playdate! The two can play with knicknacks and what have you. I heard a certain hawk, gator, and flamingo were close friends during their ungoldly creation. Who are we to ruin friendship? Future kinship? Possible lovers?"

The seraphim couldn't be more disgusted. His frown trudged heavier along his face. That's far from the truth. He places a hand along Mihawk's sleeve to give it a light tug.

"Dishonest information. We have drowned him many times, but he is a cockroach who craves the attention of his enemies. Is the original similar?"

[giurochedadomani]

Grand Line Calling

“...Hello?”.

Total silence, to the point he wonders if they’ve hung up on him —if this was, after all, an accidental call—, and then Shanks? Is shouting: “HE’S ANSWERING, GIVE IT TO ME”. Then a commotion on the other side of the line, someone’s words —Beckman’s?— getting muffled and then Shanks again, a bit out of breath: “Hey. Amm. Uh. How are you doing, Hawky?”.

Or, Benn Beckmann steals Mihawk's den den mushi contact so Shanks stops being annoying.

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Inspired by @reineyday's wonderful ramblings and this artwork by manofbeskar.

[hawksonfire]

💕 and 🤔 for the ask post please!

💕 - What is the WIP you are most excited about?

Well! The auction I offered for Marvel Trumps Hate was won by the wonderful @roboratto, who has asked for a Winterhawk Mafia/Bodyguard AU. I am ridiculously excited to write that one.

🤔- What's one genre you're never written that you'd like to try?

This is a tough one, because I tend to just write what I want when I want, but I think my answer will probably have to be sci-fi? There's a lot of really interesting things to play with in that sort of universe and I think it could be fun.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

🔥 for mash

Ok wait I lied I have one sort of BJ-adjacent opinion, which is that while I don’t hate the trope of BJ failing to write to or write back to Hawkeye for a while once they’re back home, because I do think that’s in-character for BJ himself, it never quite seems realistic to me because while BJ might be content to sit there and be sad and miserable and angsty over not knowing what to do or say to Hawkeye, you know who I don’t think would be content with that? PEGGY. We know she and Hawkeye have communicated before, and I personally like to headcanon that they do so semi-regularly (though admittedly that part is sheer headcanon, of course, and maybe not even a believable one at that, but who cares). She’s even met Daniel! At the very least she’s going to be asking how Hawkeye is doing, and if BJ doesn’t give her a satisfactory answer then she’s going to do something about that. She’s not dumb and she has agency of her own and she’s not going to just sit there while her husband lets his emotional wounds fester without treatment.

Also, just in general, I think speculations about whether the members of the 4077 ever meet up again (or at least just generally stay in touch with each other) tend to forget or underestimate the influence of the characters back home and the fact that they all know each other now, too. The protagonists’ MASH family and their “regular” families are not wholly separate entities. And I think that’s a positive and hopeful thing! ^_^

[erisenyo]

5 & 13 for the WIP ask game please! :)

5. Are there any OCs in this chapter/fic? Who’s your favorite?

SO many! Sokka is on an adventure so there's a number of Southern and Northern Water Tribe OCs, as well as the Earth Kingdom officials and shopkeepers he's interacting with.

My favorite so far that I've written (vs just planned out) is probably Poak, a North Watertribesman who is outside of the North for the first time in his life, and everything around him is basically a new experience that he is very anxious not to get wrong. I'm having fun with different personalities for the shopkeepers Sokka is going to encounter too, though, I'm very much looking forward to writing a few of them.

13. What common trope(s) do you feel are used in this chapter/fic?

Uh...good question haha. Established relationship, long-distance relationship, we have a return to Zukka letter writing (this time with knowing who is on the other side), eventual hot and heavy reunion, and lots of self-discovery in between though I don't know if that's a trope. Lots of banter and teasing, too, and purposefully riling up your boyfriend because how could I not lol

Do hijinks and shenanigans count as a trope? For my writing? And worldbuilding via horniness? Because definitely that too

For this WIP ask game!