#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

[littlewanibites]

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

[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?" The Anime Alt Men

[headcaasefiction]

I decided that I wanted to make my own Kinktober list for this year! I've finished 5 so far and mapped out pairings and summaries for the rest. All of these will be exclusively characterxREADER fics. I'm hoping I finish most, or all of them, but if I don't I'll just roll them out as one-shots in the following months.

I'll be writing for a few different fandoms: One Piece, Supernatural, The Sandman, Stranger Things, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

If you want to use my list and you write/draw for any of those fandoms, make sure to tag me, I'd love to read them or see your art!

Here's a list of the pairings I'll be writing for:

Day 1: Dean Winchester/Reader (Supernatural) Day 2: Dean Winchester/Reader (Supernatural) Day 3: Shanks/Benn/Reader (One Piece) Day 4: Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 5: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 6: Mihawk/Doflamingo/Reader (One Piece) Day 7: Cross Guild (mostly Mihawk)/Reader (One Piece) Day 8: Spike/Reader (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Day 9: Demon!Dean/Reader (Supernatural) Day 10: Morpheus (Dream)/Reader (The Sandman) Day 11: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 12: Zoro/Reader (One Piece) Day 13: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 14: Eddie/Reader (Stranger Things) Day 15: Doflamingo/Reader (One Piece) Day 16: Sanji/Robin/Reader (One Piece) Day 17: Shanks/Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 18: Eddie/Reader (Stranger Things) Day 19: Shanks/Benn/Reader (One Piece) Day 20: Shanks/Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 21: Shanks/Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 22: Shanks/Reader (One Piece) Day 23: Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 24: Doflamingo/Reader (One Piece) Day 25: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 26: Morpheus(Dream)/Reader (The Sandman) Day 27: Angel/Reader (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Day 28: Sam Winchester/Reader (Supernatural) Day 29: Shanks/Benn/Reader (One Piece) Day 30: Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 31: Dean/Sam/Reader (Supernatural)

Happy writing everyone! Can't wait to see what everyone creates this year!

[sualne]

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

[manofbeskar]

vampire mihawk commission for dracumihawk on twitter

[alumy0]

mihawk being a single dad, i love this goth family

[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~

[breakingpengui1]

woe vampire mihawk crochawk upon ye

alt under cut

[madokkakin]

vamps mishanks thoughts...

[rea-grimm]

Vampire Mihawk

In fact, you didn't think you'd ever get into the fencing club, and you were even more surprised when Mihawk himself was supposed to teach you. It was said that he chose his students carefully and taught no more than three students at a time. 

Now there wasn't much more of you. Under Mihawk, you and Zoro were taught. No one else. No one else the swordsman deemed suitable. And he was so strict that not everyone could handle his training and left. That's why he was so picky. He didn't want to waste his energy on someone who didn't deserve it. 

In fact, you thought it was a recommendation from Zorro and Perona, who got along with Mihawk, and you thought they were family. 

Plus, Mihawk taught history at school, but that wasn't one of your subjects. Besides, he had to fight the rest of the students from the fencing club once a month.

They were taught by another professor, but Mihawk ran the whole club. After the fight, however, he evaluated their progress, which he mostly saw as minimal. 

During the fencing classes, Mihawk taught you certain moves and techniques on how to properly hold a sword and such. Then you fought each other, which was you against Zoro. 

And as the final of each class, you fought against Mihawk. Every hour that you had that you fought him, you walked away with some sort of scratch.

You wondered if there was ever a day when you didn't leave without a scratch. Okay, sometimes you got scratched by your own clumsiness, sometimes it was from Zoro, but most of those times it was from Mihawk. 

Whether it was your arm, your thigh, once he even scratched your cheek. That was the exception, and he also apologized profusely. Besides, he always made sure the scratch was properly treated and sealed. He even discovered scratches you never noticed. 

Most of the time, you just chalked it up to your own ineptitude and didn't address it. What possible reason could he have for inflicting such injuries on you? You just waved it away. 

But there was a rumor going around at school. Well, where wasn't there a rumor? This one was about Mihawk. Students were gossiping amongst themselves that he was a vampire.

Sure, some would say he dressed like he was from another century, but you didn't believe in that stuff. You thought those things belonged in fairy tales and legends. 

It couldn't be closer to the truth. Mihawk was indeed a vampire, and he wasn't the only one at this school. The other vampires were Persona and Zoro, your best friends at school. There was a lot more to this school, but that wasn't the point. 

Truth be told, Mihawk didn't want you in the club to begin with. It wasn't until you fought Zoro hard and got scratched that he changed his mind. 

He felt like your blood was calling to him. He'd never smelled blood as enticing as yours. Plus, you were a good student, and he saw progress in you. But that was beside the point. 

For a man of principle, Mihawk never let the smell of blood catch him off guard and always left his food at home. The bloodlust never got the better of him. But that was slowly ceasing to work. 

As much as Mihawk tried not to scratch you, he had a growing desire to smell your blood. He couldn't imagine a lesson with you where he couldn't smell it. 

You hadn't noticed it yourself, but the number of times he cut you or smelled your blood made his eyes red. Who hadn't missed it was Zoro and Perona, who came to watch the training from time to time. 

Moreover, Mihawk had become much more thirsty after training and you could see him fighting his bloodlust more and more. 

Zoro and Perona warned him to be careful not to let his thirst get the better of him. Mihawk dismissed their words at first but gradually began to take notice himself. 

Mihawk's desire for your blood was growing stronger and stronger. He felt that even the blood he normally drank was losing its taste. 

Every time you passed him in the hallway, he had to work to control himself. He'd rather drag you into an empty classroom and feast on your blood... 

No. He shook his head and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and concentrated. He wasn't the world's best swordsman for letting his instincts take over. 

Little did he know how much worse your lessons together would be. Even though he knew the temptation your blood presented and how difficult it was to control himself, his body was already automatically using his sword to create scratches on your flesh. 

He had the impression that he had overdone it for the last lesson, where usually you left with one or two scratches tops, today you couldn't even count them. Mihawk apologized to you before he said a hurried goodbye. 

He overdid it there, he could feel his mouth growing fangs and saliva pooling just from the smell of you. As soon as the door closed behind you, Mihawk rushed to the fridge where he had a pack of blood stashed for emergencies. 

He never drank a packet as fast as he did just then. And even though the package was empty, he was still thirsty. He didn't want to hurt you, but at the same time, he couldn't cancel your lessons. 

You went to fencing class as usual. But when you saw your teacher walk in, you were worried about whether the class would even go ahead. Mihawk was as white as death itself and more than ever resembled an ancient statue than a human. 

You were worried about him, and even though you knew how strong he was with the sword, you didn't want him to get overwhelmed.

"Are you all right sir? " you asked him with concern. Mihawk, however, just waved it off as nothing. He hoped that by fighting he would come to other thoughts. 

The beginning of class was going well. You practiced new moves and then it was your turn to fight Mihawk. Normally you'd still be training with Zoro, but he was supposedly sleeping after a night excursion. 

The beginning of the fight was uneventful. You were able to dodge sword strikes while being able to take advantage of several openings. But even though he seemed unwell, he still fought well. 

However, when the first blood flowed, Mihawk paused before calling off the lesson. Without another word, he strapped Yoru back onto his back and made his way to the door. 

"Are you alright sir?" You walked up behind him, about to take his hand. 

"Go away," he growled at you, clenching his hands into fists. It was the first time you'd seen him like this. Your primal instinct told you to walk away and leave him alone. Instead, you grabbed his sleeve with your injured hand. 

At that moment, Mihawk lunged at you with such speed, blood-red eyes, and an expression reminiscent of a wild animal. He pinned you against the nearest wall before grabbing your injured arm and licking a streak of oozing blood from it. 

You heard someone else run into the room. Zoro was right there, trying to pull Mihawk off of you. But before he could do so, Mihawk bit into your arm. When Zoro tried to touch him, Mihawk snarled at him like a wild animal. 

The initial bite was a shock, but you gradually stopped feeling it. You felt like you were the first to lose feeling in your hand and gradually it felt like your whole body was getting heavy. It was getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open. And as he continued to suck your blood, your eyes finally darkened and you passed out. 

Mihawk could feel you stop struggling, but he still couldn't pull away. Your blood was like a drug he couldn't give up. But eventually, with great effort, he pulled away. 

He took a deep breath and licked the wound on your hand where his teeth were now imprinted. He bit his finger weakly and smeared his blood over the wound. The wound began to heal immediately, and eventually, only pale skin remained. 

Mihawk felt himself regaining his senses. He gently stroked your cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear before taking you in his arms like a princess or bride and carrying you to the infirmary. 

The school was empty by this time, so he wasn't worried about you being drained. He laid you on the bed and instructed Zora and Perona to stay with you and watch over you. He left on his own, saying he needed to go get something. 

Mihawk returned a short time later, holding a tray with a plate of food and drink on it. He set that on the nightstand and sent the two vampires away. He wanted to be there alone with you when you woke up. 

He knew he had taken too much, but he could still feel the life in you and knew you were stronger than you looked. 

After a while, you finally woke up. You felt like you were completely devoid of energy. You'd most like to roll over onto your other side and keep sleeping when you realise what has happened. 

You sat up abruptly until you felt dizzy and had to lean on your hands. At that moment, you felt someone's arms supporting you. 

"Carefully," you heard a familiar voice. You turned your head and your eyes fell on your teacher who was supporting you and who had attacked you earlier. You weren't sure how to approach this. 

You had mixed feelings about it, as you were sure he wouldn't just attack you for no reason. But at the same time, there was a sort of survival instinct that told you to stay away from him. 

"I want to apologize for biting you. But the smell of your blood was stronger than me. It's all the worse because you're my student. What I did is unforgivable, and I'm prepared to suffer the consequences. I have also prepared food for you here to give you strength," he said sincerely while looking into your eyes. 

Now you could see that he was no longer as pale as before and had more of a normal colour. He also looked much calmer. 

You forgave him, as the bite surprisingly didn't hurt and you had a small crush on him. He apologized and made you a meal. Plus, you got the impression he wasn't talking to you like a teacher who made a mistake, but like himself. 

You forgave him and promised that his secret was safe for you too. You could see the stone fall from his heart and how relieved he was. 

Mihawk took your hand gently and lifted it to his lips before kissing you on the hand. 

"These words of yours mean a great deal to me," he said, looking into your eyes. "But I'm afraid your blood is calling to me more and more, and I'm finding it harder to keep my distance. I hope you'll allow this old bat to court you," he said in a voice where you ran out of words and just nodded in agreement with a blush on your cheeks.

Mihawk Masterlist

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"Who's Hotter?" Anime Alt Boys

[merbear25]

My girrrrl, I love you and your events, so here I am!

I will betray my men (shhhh) and I will request: 5. farm house + 🧛‍♂️ vampire au + Mihawk, please!

Gn o fem reader, sfw o nsfw, as you feel comfortable. I trust you and in your talent ♡

With love, Cami ☆

CAMI!! I'm so happy you sent something in for the event!! And of course of course, your secret is safe with me, girl 🤭 Hope you like it, my lovely 💜🧡

A road you’d traveled many times before. The journey home was long overdue and as the night carried you on the darkened path, a dose of reality put a hold on your plans. A house that was a part of the scenery for all those years now entered the foreground, earning itself much more than just an eerie visual.

CW: very suggestive, fem!reader, mentions of blood, death, reader is attacked

Heart Throbbing (Vampire! Mihawk) 

Traveling cross country on your way home for the holidays wasn’t all bad. The long stretches of road and the stars peaking through the clouds above gave you a sense of peace. The countryside was beautiful this time of year: the mix of yellows and reds painting parts of the way and the corn fields that were turned white under the moon’s rays. 

The fresh air sent your long locks flowing behind the headrest when you cracked the windows. You flicked your cigarette onto the damp pavement, letting the embers on it fade in the mirrors. A house appeared over the hill in the distance, one which graced your route each journey home but never had any lights on. It sat off in the distance in the open field. Each time you caught a glimpse of it, a thought crossed your mind of why it hadn’t been torn down yet.

As your car drew nearer, a sudden drop on the driver’s side caused you to swerve. Having been speeding down these roads for as long as you had, karma was sure to catch up with you eventually. Heart pounding in your ears, throat dry from the loss of breath, the smell of burnt rubber wafted past you: the sinking feeling was inescapable. 

Nothing but the rustling of the corn stocks greeted you as you exited your vehicle. “Is this your way of telling me to slow down?” You groaned up at the heavens, while the driver’s side was sinking more into the ground.

Your eyes fell on that soulless house in the distance again. Surely there was someone living there if it was still standing. There’d be no use for it surrounded by a corn field otherwise, you rationalized.

The path was beaten to hell and back. Overgrown weeds that crawled at your pant legs, rocks that seemed to penetrate the soles of your shoes, all leading to the front porch that creaked from the wind alone. Its front door was swallowed in the corner, completely hidden by the darkness, and the lack of floodlights in the front yard gave little hope for there being any life within its dwelling.

Scoffing at yourself for making the stupid mistake of flying down these parts to shave a few minutes off your travel time, you turned around trying to recall the nearest gas station. Stepping further to the side triggered a light. Your shadow instantly stretched down the long untended path.

The outer walls felt as if they stretched to the rolling clouds when you faced them again. Each knock on the door echoed around you. Only the original three felt appropriate to bother whomever may be resting inside and given the state of the place, the chill of who lived in such seclusion prickled at the back of your neck.

“Who’s there?”

“Sorry to bother you but uh, I’m having some car issues. I have a flat tire and I don’t have any service out here.” Your eyes darted over the same few spots on the door. “Could I use your phone to call a tow truck or something?” The dragged out silence coiled itself around your chest, tightening around it like a boa constrictor.

“You may.” The door was left ajar. Lights flooded the entryway, presenting this shabby house as a home. Burnt orange wallpaper with delicate gold swirls covered the walls and the dark cherry staircase made the crown molding pop. “Apologies for not opening the door sooner. One can’t be too careful when a stranger wanders up to their door in the dead of night.”

The deadpan stare tied with the suspicious wording had you on edge, yet you smiled out of understanding. “I know how inconvenient this all is, so I deeply appreciate your help, sir.”

A slow, short nod was issued before he started down the hallway. “Truth be told, I don’t get many visitors. I assume most have convinced themselves this place is abandoned.” The oddly personal comment directed at you sent a shiver down your spine. “But I pay it no mind. I’ve grown to prefer my personal time.”

You followed him as he continued down the hall. “I take it you keep fairly busy though, what with the fields and all?”

“Yes, I suppose they help pass the time, but it’s a mere fraction of what I get up to.” A demeanor as cold as his would’ve normally iced you out, but you found yourself drawn to him. The air of mystery thickened with each word that passed his lips. “And what brings you out here at such a late hour? A young lady such as yourself, shouldn’t be traveling right now.” 

“I was on my way back home for the holidays.” There was a stillness in the house when you spoke, causing a faint ringing in your ears.

The hallway twisted and turned. The patterns on the walls shifted and slithered. The lights that lit the way flickered and faded. You felt short of breath all of the sudden. Beads of sweat teased your hairline and the sensation of fainting flooded your trembling body. “I-I feel really…ill. I need to sit down.” Dry, choked concerns of yours fell flat on your host’s ears.

He turned to face you, stepping towards you in a way that savored your panic stricken form. The pattern in his yellow eyes was difficult not to be drawn to. They glowed along with the swirling patterns on the wall. Vertigo left you swaying back against the orange and gold.

When you began sliding down the wall, he was quick to catch you. Forcing you against his hip, a guttural grunt rumbled in his throat as he gazed down at the helpless rabbit. Each push against him in protest was in vain. His grip on you tightened, making you cry out.

As he leaned in closer to you, his lips grazed your neck. The feeling of his tongue tracing your quickening pulse coaxed the inevitable pleas of mercy. Begging for him to let you go, that you wouldn’t tell anyone, that you’d take it to your grave: it was all so delectable.

He groaned against your neck at your feeble attempts at breaking free. “I’ll do anything! Please, please, please,” you repeated in strangled sobs.

“Shhhh,” he cooed while stroking your hair. “Don’t worry, my pretty little thing.” He gently kissed your neck, trailing them up to your temple, each one allowing more of his sharp teeth to graze your sensitive skin. A deep sigh left him as he felt your hope of escaping leave your body. “I don’t play with my food.”

A deep puncture sent a shock throughout your system. You clawed at his back as wet gasps trickled down to your chest. Your eyes rolled back and your vision faded in and out, while the pleasure infused pants from him filled your ears. The grip he had on your hip and back of your neck strengthened as you lost feeling in your legs. Your body weight dragged you to the floor, pulling him with you.

Rough movements of his hips against yours as he lapped at the wounds in your neck made you choke on your own blood. He gripped the back of your head and painted the rest of your dainty neck in red strips. The jagged markings morphed into sensual kisses.

“I wish you could understand how good you taste.” Holding you closely, he was debating whether or not to drain you entirely. A tasty morsel like you was hard to come by, and seeing as his last fix was six feet under, there was an opening itching to be filled.

He pressed his face against your cheek, licking at the drying blood he left behind. “I can make the bleeding stop, but if I do, you’re bound to me for the rest of your days. You’ll live to serve me in every way I wish. If you refuse, you’ll die right here…right now. What do you say?” His hot iron scented breath bathed your clammy skin. 

You sputtered an agreement, earning you a curse disguised as your saving grace. Scared of what your life would become but terrified of death, you sealed your soul to a man you deemed the devil himself.

[trafalgarlawsdepression]

mfw when I am a centuries old very respected vampire but I'm stuck looking after these loser teenagers