#mihawk the vampire

[alumirp]

breaking news: vampire, clown and ghost torment disabled human

a story about a war veteran who moves to the countryside to have a peaceful life after losing a limb, but the house is haunted by a ghost, the basement is inhabited by a clown whose existence is very doubtful and the attic belongs to a alcoholic vampire and these three get together to try to kick out the new resident, but he's so pathetic (traumatized as fuck) that they feel sorry for him and start taking care of him and keep the 'tormenting' part very basic. the veteran is very confused about who cooks him meals and cleans the house but also leaves bloody messages on the wall to remind him to take his medicine

(There's also this weird ugly slime/sand monster that lives in the house's plumbing and makes weird sounds when he's in a bad mood (which is always), but the less said about this guy, the better)

1/3

[sunandflame]

Ma’am would you please write a hopelessly in love vampire Mihawk x fem reader?

Drink water and sleep plenty🩷

The Taste of Dawn

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 870

Pairing: Vampire!Mihawk x Reader

crossposted on AO3

The sun had not yet risen. The world was hushed and silver-blue with moonlight, the hour so quiet it barely felt real — the kind of hour only creatures of the night and their most beloved ever truly knew. And Mihawk… Mihawk was in the kitchen.

A ridiculous thought, really. But there he was — half-draped in his black robe, shirt undone at the chest, hair mussed from where your fingers had wandered last night. He moved with his usual unnerving grace, slicing fruit with a paring knife like it was a blade meant for battle. He was humming something. You couldn't place it.

You leaned against the doorframe in his oversized shirt, watching him in sleepy silence. He didn’t glance up, but you knew he had sensed you the moment you entered the room — probably even before that.

“You’re awake early,” he murmured, voice smooth and low as ever. The faintest flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Couldn’t stay away from me even for a moment, hm?”

You scoffed, but your smile betrayed you. “Says the vampire who doesn’t sleep,” you muttered, padding closer until you could wrap your arms around him from behind. His bare skin was cool beneath your cheek, but it never once felt unwelcoming.

Mihawk tilted his head slightly to allow your embrace, one of his hands resting easily over yours. “I rest. I simply don’t dream.”

You hummed. “Then I’ll just dream for both of us.”

His chest vibrated with a low sound — not quite a laugh, but something close. That rare sound he gave only to you. “You already do.”

The plate of neatly arranged fruit was set aside — you saw he’d taken care to choose only the ripest pieces you liked — and he turned in your arms, looking down at you with those eyes that always felt centuries deep. Golden. Quiet. Unreadable. But when they were on you, they softened. Just barely — but enough. Enough that you knew.

You reached up and brushed a thumb just under his eye, where faint purple shadows clung to skin that never aged. “When’s the last time you ate?” you asked, voice featherlight.

Mihawk’s gaze didn’t waver. “Not since before you insisted I try your attempt at coffee two days ago.”

You gasped in mock offense. “It wasn’t that bad!”

“It tasted like punishment.”

You swatted at him, laughing, and he caught your wrist easily, bringing your hand up to his lips. He kissed your palm, the gesture slow and careful, as if he were tasting sunlight for the first time.

“I’ll make you something,” you offered.

“You are something.” There was no smirk. No teasing lilt. He said it plainly. As a fact. You are something I could live off of forever. It never stopped making your heart stutter.

You pulled away to start at the counter, reaching for bread and cheese, pretending not to notice the way Mihawk watched you — the way he always did. With reverence he would never admit aloud.

“…You’re doing it again,” you murmured, glancing at him.

“Doing what?”

You met his gaze. “Looking at me like I’ll disappear.”

His expression didn’t change. But after a pause, he said softly, “In my lifetime, many things have.”

You swallowed. There was no tragedy in his voice — only truth. But it still ached to hear. “…I won’t,” you whispered, walking back toward him. “Not unless you send me away.”

Mihawk reached for you again, cupping your face this time, his thumb brushing just beneath your eye. His touch was cool, but familiar. Trusted. “I would rather face the sun itself.”

You smiled, blinking back the sting behind your lashes. You tilted up and kissed him — not urgent or deep, just true. And when you pulled away, he chased your lips just a second longer before letting you go. You poured two cups of tea, placing one beside him — even though he wouldn’t drink it. Still, you made it every morning. Mihawk never complained. The two of you stood there in the soft light of early morning, quiet settling around you like a second skin.

Eventually, you broke the silence. “…Can I ask something weird?”

Mihawk raised a brow. “You usually do.”

You smiled and glanced toward the balcony. “What does the sunrise look like… to someone like you? Someone who’s lived so long?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he picked up a slice of pear from the plate, pressed it to your lips, and watched you take a bite. Then, softly: “It looks like you.”

Your breath hitched.

He leaned in, voice low and unwavering: “Warm. Distant. Terrifying in what it could take from me. And yet I crave it—every single day.”

Your lips parted, and Mihawk’s hand slipped behind your head, holding you still as he kissed you with something deeper than desire — something heavy and silent and eternal. When he finally pulled back, his gaze lingered on your mouth. “The taste of dawn… is much sweeter now.”

And you knew — For all the centuries he’d lived, and all the blood he’d spilled, and all the night he’d wandered… He had never been more hopelessly in love than he was right here, right now.

With you.

[your-mom-says-hi]

Hawkeye vampire mihawk this. Vampire dracule mihawk that. WHAT ABOUT VAMPIRE READER?????!!!

HUH???!!!

YOU DON'T THINK MIHAWK WANTS TO FUCK A VAMPIRE TOO????!!!!

[littlewanibites]

They're very vampire and were wolf coded to me...

[teddieart]

[humans-are-tasty]

[opbackgrounds]

I do think it's kind of cute that Perona's ideal vacation spot is basically Thriller Bark, and funny that Kuma heard her say this and immediately decided to dump her on Mihawk

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Anime Alt Boys

[everlastingauthor]

๋ ࣭ ⭑Dracule Mihawk With A Vampire Partner

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⤷ Request Open: ☑ Yes | No

⤷Tags: GN Vampire Reader, Dracule Mihawk, One Piece, Romance, & Gore From The Reader

• Mihawk is a man with a taste for gothic things so having a vampire spouse was a the cherry on top for him. He absolutely adores you and would do anything to protect you. When he met you it was because he came across your coffin on a ship that he had cut down. A black coffin with a large golden cross on it and chains securing it. Usually Mihawk didn't raide pirate ships, but this interested him. So when he slashed the chains open and removed the lid there you laid and when you opened your red eyes, he thought he would be met with an attack but no you were scared and curious, Mihawk brought you back to his castle and he took great care of you. Teaching you about new world, cooking for you, gave you your own room, and spoiled you. Mihawk made you feel safe so you clung to him and he didn't mind that ond bit, eventually you two ended up dating it was Mihawk would made the first move. ♥︎♥︎♥︎

• He knows that you need to feed so whenever he kills someone he'll drain their blood and bring it back to you, his fridge is stocked with blood bags for you. He doesn't mind if you feed from him. If anything her prefers that you sink your fangs into him then anyone else. He won't admit but one time he got jealous when Sanji let you drink his blood when the two of you ran into the Strawhats. He almost killed Sanji for getting a bit too comfortable afterwards with you. Mihawk learned a lot about blood drinking from you, how a person's blood could taste different depending on their emotions. He now knows not to bring back blood that taste bitter or too sweet. You told Mihawk that his blood taste like a fine wine.

• Whenever you are with Mihawk especially when the sun is out, he'll carry the large black umbrella that he bought you. Making sure the sun doesn't burn your skin. He doesn't mind carrying it, especially since it let's people know that he belongs to you and that you belong to him. Sometimes Mihawk wished the sun wouldn't kill you because he would love to take you out during the day but you found some ways to go to shady places. Whenever Mihawk is engaged in a duel, you'll stand there with your umbrella and cheer him on.

• Mihawk thinks your bat form is adorable, your other vampire abilities are amazing to him. But your bat abilities he finds adorable especially since you can fit in the inside of his coat pocket, whenever you are in there he'll feed you food and rub your head, he thinks it's funny when you bite his finger and lick the blood. Mihawk sometimes will watch you fly at night, seeing you fly among the stars whether in bat or human form. He thinks that you look like an angel, a vampire angel that should be worshipped.

• Mihawk knows that your temper was not one to be messed with, he remembered how you brutally slaughtered a group of pirates. Ripping their organs and flesh from them even when tried to run away you chased them down and didn't stop until they were all nothing but unorganized mess, this was all because these men laid a hand on Mihawk. Mihawk found it attractive watching you rip a part these men, this also eased his worries about you traveling with him. Now that he knows you could defend himself, he maybe a little explanation on his boat, your coffin on boat where in the mornings when you both sail you can be protected and sleep in there.

• Your Gothic clothing is beautiful he tries to find you outfits or accessories you'll like. He even got you a cross necklace similar to his, and seeing you wear it makes him feel proud knowing that when you wear it that you are his. Mihawk eventually got you a large black sunhat since in the mornings you don't feel like being in the coffin, he made sure there was a second seat for you to sit down.

• Due to Mihawk being the greatest swordsman known for his skills and you being a vampire, the two of you became a legendary team known as Vampiric Birds. People assume that you ate a devil fruit which is why you are a vampire, maybe it's true maybe it's not. But you never tell people how or if you were born a vampire. Not even Mihawk knows and he doesn't pressure you for an answer.

• Mihawk adores spending time with you whether it's farming, drinking wine, sailing, dancing, or making dinner. He's always looking at you, admiring your undead beauty how many years you lived and many more years you'll live. And maybe he wants to live those years with you, some people assumed he was a vampire so maybe it wouldn't hurt for him to ask you to turn him into one..... Right?

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[sadgeniuslab]

vampire mihawk devouring his favorite red head

full mishanks comic on bsky

[shadowfear-art]

toon mihawk: im tired

toon crocodile: your tired a lot

*toon mihawk poofs into bat then rests on crocodile shoulder*

toon crocodile : you feel better now

mihawk: *nod*

Become sleepy pancake~

[emmomoon]

Vampire Dad and his little ghost girl 🦇👻

i love you Dadcule Mihawk 🫶

[rea-grimm]

Werewolf Shanks x Reader x Vampire Mihawk

The dark sky above the forest trembled, as if nature itself sensed the presence of demons. You stood in the middle of a small clearing, in a circle of your enemies, the only direct heir to Van Helsing's legacy. You stared at the fallen demons with an expression that seemed to say: Try to surprise me. 

Your clothes were stained with blood that was mostly foreign, and you held tightly to the special amulet that gave off a faint light.

"Come on, anyone else?" You laughed in a hoarse voice. "I already feel like you're sparing me."

A growl came from the bushes. It wasn't demons. You knew that right away. Shanks and Mihawk went out of the bushes. Those two persistent bastards who've been following you since you were a child, claiming to protect you. Mihawk was a cold vampire with eyes as sharp as his sword, and Shanks, the ever-smiling werewolf, whose recklessness drove you mad.

"You should have waited for us," Mihawk said sternly as he stepped out of the shadows, his eyes shining like stars in the sky as he did so. 

"Sorry for the delay," Shanks echoed as he walked behind him. His already warm smile grew wider. "We had a little snack on the way."

 "Keep it. Her life is in danger," Mihawk fixed the werewolf with an icy stare. It seemed as if every word out of Shanks' mouth was another drop of patience.

"My life's been in danger since I was born," you retorted, waving your hand as if it were nothing of importance. "Hell, I had it under control."

"Really?" Mihawk stepped closer, and his eyes narrowed. "Is that why dead demons are lying here, and you're covered in blood? Besides, it's your blood, isn't it?"

"Details," you huffed.

"Well, at least it's decent for you. It's sexy. But next time, save some for us. We'd hate to be left out of the fun," Shanks chuckled at that, his laughter sounding like he was thoroughly enjoying the situation.

You made it to the nest of demons, where you were attacked, and the three of you took up the fight. You used your spells and artefacts while Shanks had his claws, and Mihawk had his giant sword. 

However, the chaos of battle soon divided you. Mihawk found himself on one side of the battlefield, his sword dancing through the air with deadly precision. On the other side, Shanks was tearing demons apart. You were left in the very centre, where the demons surrounded you while your spells thundered like fiery explosions.

"This is like old times!" Shanks called to Mihawk over the din of battle. "Maybe we could do it again, don't you think? Your blade against my claws?"

"Maybe, if you weren't half wolf. Besides, we have more important things to do right now," Mihawk replied without stopping his attack.

"I can hardly concentrate on killing hellbeasts when you two are setting up a date!" You shouted at them as you managed to fight off another group of demons. 

"You can join in! We should all drink to this victory. What do you say?" Shanks laughed, knocking two demons down in one motion.

"I say if I don't die here, I might be persuaded," you retorted, raising your hands to cast another spell. But no sooner had you begun to recite the spell than you took a few steps away, and a magical seal glowed beneath your feet.

"What the..." you gasped in surprise, your eyes widening in horror, but it was too late.

"Y/N!" Shanks and Mihawk shouted simultaneously, each running towards you to save you. However, the magical vortex swallowed you relentlessly, and the vampire and werewolf landed in empty space.

You found yourself in a forest that looked the same. You had the impression that you had been there before, but at the same time, everything looked a little different. In the distance, you heard the sound of metal hitting metal. Sharp, rhythmic sounds that could have been a symphony if they didn't sound so deadly.

"Cool," you muttered to yourself. "That's exactly what I've been missing. The prospect of being chopped to pieces," you sighed and moved on. There was no point in staying in one place. No one could save you on their own. 

When you got close enough to get a view of who was fighting, the sight of the scene almost made you laugh. You saw Mihawk and Shanks in the middle of a fierce fight. Mihawk with his sword, elegant as ever, while Shanks' attacks were more animalistic.

"You can't do this to me," you muttered, squinting your eyes. "You two? This young? What the hell kind of time warp is this?" You asked yourself, noticing that Shanks still had both hands. Both the vampire and the werewolf looked completely different, and yet you could recognise them without a problem. You wondered how far back in time you were.  

Suddenly, Mihawk's blade flashed in your direction, and Shanks' claws swished through the air just the same. Both of the two supernatural creatures spotted you at the same moment, their attacks ending just a hair off target.

"Who are you?!" Mihawk growled, his voice as sharp as his sword.

"You are not a demon. Or at least you're better looking than most I've seen," Shanks said, measuring you with his gaze, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he were trying to suppress a smile. You saw his nose twitch as if he were sniffing you. 

"Thanks for the compliment, wolfie. But no, I'm not a bloody creature of hell. Just someone who's having a really bad day right now," you smirked, looking him over, half impressed, half annoyed. Some things didn't seem to have changed.  

"A really bad one if you dare interrupt us," Mihawk snapped coldly, gripping his sword tightly.

"Maybe she was just looking for company, Mihawk. Not everyone has to be a lonely bat like you," Shanks chuckled. The two of them were closing in on you, and you weren't sure if they wanted to help or chop you up. Or rather, one this way and the other that way.

You raised your hands and cast a spell. Magical power surged from your hands, separating them from each other and throwing everyone a few feet away. Mihawk landed with grace, as if it were nothing, while Shanks rolled away with a loud laugh.

"This is a bad joke!" you groaned, pure frustration in your voice. "I'm here by mistake. So if you could stop arguing over who has the bigger blade and instead tell me where the hell I am, I'd really appreciate it."

"You're not going to talk to us like that. Who sent you?" Mihawk asked angrily, though some might have missed it since he could control his emotions perfectly. 

"Sent me? I'm a self-serving disaster, buddy. I do what I do best - survive," you retorted.

Shanks, meanwhile, had already put his smile back on, his attitude a little more relaxed. "So you're saying you got here by accident? That's an interesting way to end up in a clearing with monsters in the middle of a fight," Shanks chuckled, moving closer to you again. 

"Yeah, interesting," you snapped. "Especially when you don't know what's going on around you, and you get a sword in the face instead of help. But thanks for the hospitality. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go try to go back and not die in the process."

"'Tough. I like it. But you know, we could help you. Maybe," Shanks chuckled, looking at Mihawk.

"Right, because I don't need anything more than you two. Thanks, but I can handle it. Keep doing what you're doing," you snorted, and with those words, you turned on your heel, ready to head out. But Mihawk's voice behind your back indicated that this encounter wasn't going to be so easy.

"You're keeping something from us," Mihawk said in a low but deadly serious voice. "And I want to know what."

"Whoever you are, it's obviously going to be interesting," Shanks nodded, his smile more serious this time. 

"Fine. But if you kill me before I figure out how to get home, I'll haunt you forever," you sighed at that, turning back to them and rubbing your temples wearily. After all, they had bothered you in the future, so why not in the past?

"Sounds fair," Shanks chuckled. You explained some things to them, but only unnecessary details, since you didn't want to affect the future too much. Even though you had a feeling you weren't going to get away with it. 

Travelling with young Mihawk and Shanks was... well, let's call it a test of your patience. They were already getting on your nerves, and this seemed even worse. Mihawk kept questioning you about your abilities.

"Where did you learn that spell?" "Why do you choose these artefacts?" "How do you manage to use magic and survive among demons?" It was a shower of questions that perhaps had no end. 

Shanks, on the other hand, was a constant source of endless stories and attempts to lighten the situation.

"I once defeated a demon with nothing more than a rum bottle," he boasted with unwavering confidence while you tried not to lose your temper.

"And then you woke up?" You asked sarcastically, without looking up from the map you were studying. Shanks just laughed at that, as if you'd told the funniest joke in the world. 

Mihawk, however, watched you more quietly. His gaze was searching, as if looking for a weakness or a secret that might explain everything.

"If you keep watching me like that for much longer, you're going to poke a hole in me," you uttered dryly while throwing the strap of your artefact bag over your shoulder.

Over time, however, your dynamic began to change. The first crack in the tension came during a cold night when Shanks cooked an improvised hunting dinner. His confident declaration that you had never eaten anything better in your life was met with Mihawk's cold stare.

"This is barely edible," Mihawk said with an expression that could have offended a chef, and took up cooking himself to save at least some of it. 

You tried to keep your tough face on, but when you saw Shanks' hurt expression, you couldn't hold back anymore. You laughed so loud the birds flew off the nearby branches.

The next evening, when the temperature had dropped considerably, Mihawk threw his heavy cloak over your shoulders. 

"Thank you," you murmured in surprise, pulling him closer to your body.

"How about you leave the warming up to me? It's my job to keep Y/N warm!" Shanks complained from the other side of the fire.

"Your problem," Mihawk replied, not bothering to turn around.

You smiled at that, hiding under your black cloak. Though you didn't want to admit it, you began to feel safer and more comfortable around them.

Finally, after several long days of tireless searching, you managed to find the spell that was supposed to bring you back to your own time. You'd been waiting for this moment all along, and after all, you might as well have stayed there a little longer. Despite all this, you knew that the two of them were already there, waiting impatiently for you in your time, wondering how to get you back.  

All you had to do was activate the spell. But before you did, a vampire approached you quietly, holding a simple rosary in his hands. The cross you saw him wear around his neck. It was almost ironic, seeing a vampire with a cross around his neck.

"For your protection," he whispered, his voice unusually soft, a softness you hadn't heard from him before. Then it was Shanks' turn to say goodbye. The werewolf grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you into a tight embrace. 

"I'll find you wherever you are," he said with his familiar smile that now held more than just words.

"I'm sure neither of you will forget this. I'll see you in a few years..." You looked at them and wanted to retort something clever, but those words escaped you instead. Your voice sounded quieter than you wanted it to. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You didn't want to say anything you'd regret. 

You gave them one last look and gave them your classic goodbye grin before activating the spell. The light from it enveloped you, engulfing you and transporting you back to your own time. Exactly where you disappeared.

The spell brought you back to the moment you disappeared from. You could still see the fading seal under your foot. However, you didn't see a vampire or a werewolf anywhere. Couldn't that have been the same moment? Unfortunately, you didn't have time to find out since you were once again under siege by demons. 

The demons surrounded you, their monstrous, twisted faces and sharp claws already ready to destroy you. Your spells were slowly fading, as space-time spells always need a lot of energy. 

Slowly but surely, you were taking one wound after another. A scratch here, a bite there... You were trying to come up with something that would save you when you saw a winged figure in the sky approaching in your direction. It was Mihawk. As he flew towards you, he took you in his talons and took to the air again. Meanwhile, he also managed to decapitate several demons. 

"Can't you leave it to us or be a little more careful?" He shouted to you when you were away from the battlefield, carrying you over the dark forest that hid the old mill that had been the hiding place of all your family's hunters for generations.

"Not my style!" you shouted back at him. "Besides, then I couldn't piss you off!" You grinned. Mihawk just rolled his eyes at that and said something in his native tongue, which was already one of the dead ones.

When you reached the old mill, he let you go over its roof and you free-fell through the skylight inside, straight onto the couch with a small scream and a few curses aimed at the vampire.

"I could use a little warning next time!" you yelled as you slowly recovered.

"Are you okay?" Shanks burst into the room with a look of panic, immediately noticing your bruised and bloody state. Some of the blood was certainly yours, but the rest was souvenirs from the battlefield.

"I had it under control," you snapped confidently. It might have sounded like a lie, but you trusted yourself to somehow get through this on your own. Just like you always did. But Mihawk and Shanks just looked at you sternly.

"Under control? That looked more like a suicide stunt," Mihawk sternly scolded you, while Shanks stepped closer and began examining your injuries.

A brief argument ensued, where you stubbornly stood your ground that you could handle anything. But Mihawk and Shanks told you for the thousandth time that you should have waited for them.

And they threatened to lock you up next time or have Mihawk suck you dry so you wouldn't have the strength to resist. Despite those words, they would never hurt you, but seeing you covered in blood each time was heartbreaking and worried them. 

And even though no one ever admitted it or said it out loud, the vampire and werewolf managed to care and share a mate. The mate that was the huntress, their natural enemy. But that didn't limit how they felt about her, and it only reinforced their belief that you were the one for them. 

Mihawk Masterlist

Shanks Masterlist

Little bonus. Mihawk in style of Van Helsing movie

[beroyashu]

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust × Cross Guild ⚰️✨

Screenshot redraws with these guys. I'll probably make more in the future.

[sualne]

(wip) i hope it's obvious i love this man

[purplelilies]

Com'on Hawky