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blowin buggy and afterwards your tongue is stained like blue raspberry
gotta spit out the bits of sand after giving croccy a nice succ
mihawk-tuah
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ─
A/n: This will be my first time participating in Kinktober, I've decided not to stress myself out so I'll only be doing 10 days. With the probability of an extra 5.
Day 1: Overstimulation - Zoro
Day 2: Cunnilingus - Luffy
Day 3: Scissoring - Nami
Day 4: Breeding - Mihawk
Day 5: Dry Humping - Usopp
Day 6: Creampie - Buggy
Day 7: Dumbification - Ace
Day 8: Squirting - Sanji
Day 9: Biting - Luffy
Day 10: Spanking - Crocodile
Bonus :
Day 11: Breeding - Sanji
Day 12: Temperature Play - Usopp
Day 13: Size Kink - Zoro
Day 14: Sleep Play - Sanji
Day 15: Breeding - Buggy
One Piece
Legend: ♠︎ = Fluff ♥︎ = Smut ♦︎ = Angst ♣︎ = Dark
⚫︎= Crack Fic
♦︎♠︎ jump for joy, buggy x spouse! reader: after four years of running, you can only hope that the universe will have mercy on you, and reunite you with the love of your life.
⚫︎ higher than a kite, strawhats x stoner! reader: short scenarios between the strawhat crew and their assassin who's always higher than the clouds.
♣︎♥︎ devour, sanji x obsessed! reader: gn! reader, the love you have for him is deep and might be concerning, but he doesn't have to know.
♥︎ such a tease - usopp x male! reader: after you tease usopp all day, he finally decided to do something about it.
♠︎ finer than wine - mihawk x kelton: after three failed attempts at taking mihawk on a date, kelton finally manages to get mihawk on a date. with the intention to show mihawk that he's serious about his feeling. Fic trade done with @loganwritesprobably
♠︎ anchored hearts - shanks x pearl: through the motivation of their daughter uta, shanks and pearl stop dancing around eachother and finally go on their long awaited date. Fic trade done with @frillsinadress
♠︎ old habit die hard - strawhats x gn! reader: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, & Usopp. Strawhat men with an s/o, who picks at their acne/scars; and they do whatever they can to help them try to break the habit. [self indulgent]
♣︎ too tight, too much - yandere! luffy x strawhat! reader: you felt like a burden to the strawhat pirate who constantly grew stronger by the day, especially Luffy. So you decided to do them a service by leaving the crew, little did you know Luffy doesn't like to let go.
♣︎ binding shots - yandere! zoro x bartender! reader: zoro couldn't get enough of the drinks you served, but he couldn't get enough of you even more.
Twas Beauty, who killed the Beast 4
*Sorry it's been so long! Please enjoy! ❤️*
Mihawk searches your face once more before he dips his head in a matching nod. Reluctantly, he allows his hand to fall away, silently missing the cool touch of your hand against his flesh. He turns back to the approaching ship and braces himself. Shanks always knew when to show up at the worst of times.
You stay outside with Mihawk, shivering every now and then whenever a cool breeze sweeps through as the two of you wait for Shanks and his crew to drop anchor. You see Mihawk tense when a shaggy-haired redhead comes loping down the gangway, a big grin that just grows wider when he catches sight of the pretty lady standing beside his best friend.
“Well, well,” Shanks drawls and offers his hand to you when he is close enough. Once you grasp his, he tugs your hand up and kisses your knuckles, looking up at you through his bangs and sending you a teasing wink. There is a dangerous shine in his vermillion eyes, and you swear you can see a flash of long, dark horns on the top of his head, but there is nothing there when you try and focus.
“Mihawk has been holding out on me. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
@mfreedomstuff @sanjisleggy @mit-suri @nocturnalrorobin @forever-a-night-owl @sordidmusings
Link to AO3-> HERE
Romantic(?)
Mihawk x reader. Male reader in mind but can be read as any/gender neutral. 511 words. Suggestive.
Desc: You're a romantic pervert.
Leaning back against your chair you scan over your boyfriend. His jet black hair, his harsh but beautiful hawk eyes, his muscular plump chest.
“Refrain from staring so much, it’s disturbing me.” Mihawk says and you jolt out of your trance.
“Haha, was I that obvious?” You say, a bit bashful.
“Practically drooling, you had a foolish look on your face. It’s embarrassing.” The swordsman temporarily closes the book he was reading as you get up.
“Embarrassing for me or for you?” With a kiss to his cheek, you crouch down next to his sitting form.
“Use your brain.” Mihawk states with a displeased huff.
“Can’t, you’re too handsome. It’s distracting me~” You press a kiss to his chest. “So pretty too, you’re heaven on earth to me.”
Mihawk scoffs and looks away, then buttons up his shirt quickly. You whine and kiss his clothed chest. “Nooo.. free them…”
“Stop, you’re being ridiculous.” He puts a hand on your face to stop you from getting closer despite your protests. You sigh and rest your head on his thigh.
“You’re so mean to me, my love.” You say sadly with a sigh. “Treating me like I’m a pervert…”
“And are you not?” Mihawk asks and reaches for his book once more.
“Perhaps, but it’s only for you. I try to control myself as much as I can but it’s hard when I see you looking so elegant reading…” You say, somewhat romantically; though it’s negated when you continue to speak. “and your shirt unbuttoned a bit just so I can see your chest, rising and falling as your breath. Especially when I can see a mark I left on you it just makes me want to make as many as I can on your skin.” He puts his hand back on your face, irritated.
“Enough.” He says firmly, though when you look through his fingers you can see a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. Ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make you happy… and want to say more. You reach up and unbutton his shirt, sitting up on your knees to rest your head on his chest. His hand is still on your face, yet he doesn’t stop you, settling it on the back of your head once your cheek is to the middle of his chest.
“I get to hear my second favorite sound like this, such a beautiful melody.” You say as you close your eyes to hear his heartbeat.
“...” He stays silent for a moment before speaking. “Second?” You smile.
“You wanna know my favorite?” You ask, and he doesn’t answer; just looking down at you. “It’s the sound of it when it speeds up, thumping loudly when I touch you and love you. The marks are an excuse to have my mouth on your chest, and to hear the thump of my lover’s heart.” As you say that you hear his heartbeat speed up slightly.
“...Corny.” Mihawk mumbles, but affectionately runs his fingers through your hair as you relish in the drums of his heart.
I actually wrote this way long ago, before i started to write on this account. Before Shanks I was obsessed with mihawk so i have a few wips of him of just my random thoughts i had to write down, thought i'd make sense of this one and post it since its one of the ones that was actually readable story-wise.
When i'm reading an x reader and the character starts to clearly be in lust with the reader and not in love
Mihawk x AFAB Reader? With the • Character reacts to reader's form of affection
Pre-relationship, Reader isn’t being subtle. AT. ALL. About her intentions and constantly flirting and being affectionate with him.. And yet it STILL takes Mihawk a hot minute to realize what she’s doing and go.. “Oh… I see……. well all right then darling.. 😏”
This ended up being more gender neutral, i had to go back and try and atleast hint at AFAB but hey whatever.
Think About It
Mihawk x reader. Female in mind but can be gender neutral. 1165 words. A bit suggestive.
Mihawk isn’t necessarily a dumb, unintelligent, or oblivious man. However, he is an experienced one, unfortunately experience can be as unhelpful as ignorance. Especially when you’ve associated a certain behavior with something else.
“Heyyyy sexy~” You slowly slide your chair over to Mihawk’s side. “What’s a dashing older man like you doing here?”
“Reading.” He states, doing his preferred hobby of passing time.
“An educated man too, how attractive. Bet you’re popular, huh?”
“Hmm.” He’s never thought about it, annoyed by popularity, but he was more popular in his youth. He’s gotten a bit less popular with age though, most likely due to his approachibility getting even worse. “Decently.”
‘Such dry answers… but he’s actually responding instead of brushing me off like with others.’ Your thoughts scramble as you keep flirting. “Well~ I think you’re amazing.” He hums and you tilt your body to rest on his. “Your eyes when you read are really pretty too, I could watch you read for hours.” Usually he’d think nothing of the compliment, even finding it disgusting, but coming from you it’s actually a bit… flattering. His hawk-like eyes move from the book to look at at you, piercing and mezmerising. “Kyaa~ My heart just skipped a beat.” You half-joke with a hand on your chest. A certain behavior to him associated with a Red Haired man. Your true intentions are going over his head, his mind subconsiously filtering jokes like these as only jokes.
“I recommend seeing a doctor.” He brushes it off as he would with that weird redhead, looking back at his book. This isn’t working, mission failed and you sigh, eventually retreating to your room.
Later he finds you in the kitchen with a bottle of wine, “Oh, hey!” swishing it around with a wink when you see him. “Must be fate you came here just as I did, maybe we’re just meant to be.” You hold out the bottle to him and he walks up to you, taking it.
“I suppose so.” He’s actually fairly pleased this has happened, pouring both of you a glass.
“Right? We’re fated to be together, like Romeo and Juliet~” You say with a dreamy sigh, laying your head on his shoulder.
“The two of them die.” He points out, taking a sip from his glass while you flinch.
“Not… that part.” You step back. “Though I wouldn’t mind dying if it were oh so romantically with you~” You strike a pose of longing, hand reaching out to him. He places your wine glass in it.
“I would mind. I prefer you alive.” Mihawk states, not much to say, but for him it is. You end up getting flustered like he just professed his love.
“Thanks.. I prefer you alive too..” Failed again.
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Mihawk comes back from a mission looking irritated, immediately going for a bottle of wine when you spot him. “Welcome back, babe, you need a bath? I could even get in with you.” His mind is fresh from fighting, in a bad mood from it being annoying. One of the targets had escaped, making him have to waste time looking for them. Not hard, but out of the way enough to be irritating. Especially when the “battle” itself was hardly anything, being interrupted by the target accidentally causing their own demise. It leaves Mihawk feeling pent up, unfulfilled.
“I don’t need your assistance in bathing, (Y/n).” He shuts you down, quickly looking for a glass when you hand one to him. Wasting no time, he pours the liquid inside and takes a big gulp. It’s a little hot seeing him like this.
“Good view, if it makes you feel better I could always give you one too.” You walk over to him and press your chest against his arm. “If you’d let me~” He gently pushes you away.
“Not now. Your company is… nice, but I don’t need jokes.” He gulps down the rest of the wine and sighs in relief.
“Who said I’m joking?”
“I’m being quite serious.” Mihawk’s adamant and you sigh, pushing him like this would only make things worse when he’s in this mood.
“Alright. No view then, I get it. Call me if you need me~” You say with a purr, rubbing your cheek against him before leaving. Once you’re gone he grumbles, he didn’t want you to leave he just wanted you to stop messing around. It isn’t fun hearing someone who’s words you could actually take to heart play around with it. He almost finishes the entire bottle before deciding to bathe, wanted to feel clean and relax.
Mihawk sighs, his muscles untensing as he lowers himself into the hot water after cleaning himself properly. Much better. His mind, scrambled from stress, begins to come together as he starts to think of your adcances. He’s always assumed they were like Shanks’s, just jokes, and hadn’t thought really though about it more than that; but now that he’s allowing himself to look further he realizes more. They’re different than his, more bold, more flirtatious, and more often than Red Hair. The captain had usually just sprinkled them in with his other annoying babbling, but you joke flirt so frequently.
…
‘Perhaps these are not jokes?’ Something clicks in the swordsman’s mind and he gets up from the bath, drying off before getting dressed to see you. If this is true and they havent been jests he needs to make sure. He finds you back at the kitchen, about to drink your sorrows away before spotting him.
“Oh, you’re quicker than usual. Miss me too much?” He doesn’t respond, instead just getting closer to you. “Hug?” You hug him gladly, “I’d never miss the chance to be close to you.” You expect him to just pull back or accept it with a sigh as he usually does, but you feel his arms sneak around your body to hug you back. It makes you freeze in shock, not expecting your affection to be returned.
“(Y/n). Continue talking.” He says when you go silent.
“Huh.. yeah?” You’re confused, face hot.
“You enjoy my body, yes? Enjoy it.” He hugs you tighter, letting you feel his muscular build against you. “Take this chance.” You’re getting more flustered, why is he getting so into this so suddenly? He pulls back enough to look at you. “Enjoy the view as well.” This is a lot. Thankfully you’re too shameless to refuse so you take in the sight of him while feeling his warmth close to yours.
“This is the best.” You mumble and unconsciously reach a hand out to touch his cheek, he leans into it, closing his eyes. You’re reacting positively, he was right, and now that he knows he isn’t going to let this pass by.
“(Y/n).” He suddenly speaks and you jolt slightly.
“Y-Yeah?”
“I'll take your offer.” He places his hand over yours, opening his eyes to look into yours. “I would like to see the view.”
I know i have requests to do im sorry but I keep getting sidetracked with new games i get when i havent finished the first one. Have this that i wrote bc the idea came to mind while i work on some freaky shit. Oh i thought i had school tomorrow but its friday (now sat) ok sick.
Mimi Mihawk
Mihawk x GN!Reader. Fluff. 380 words. Pre Cross guild but Post timeskip.
You walk downstairs, well rested after sleeping in. Your husband is ready at the table with a plate of food for you while he reads the newspaper with a glass of wine. A smile forms on your lips, he always ends up being able to predict when you’ll wake up so the food is freshly made. “It smells nice~”
“Sit.” Mihawk says, he’s a bit of a cold husband; but you know he loves you. After all, you didn’t miss how his posture straightened when you walked down the stairs or the way he relaxed his expression. As if seeing you awake and happy perked him up and improved his mood.
‘So cute.’ You think to yourself as you sit at the table, eating your breakfast while watching your husband read the newspaper. “Interesting?”
“Not much.” He sips on his glass of wine and you stand up to look at the paper since despite what he says he’s looked focused. Once you catch sight of it your smile widens, he’s looking at news about Zoro. You can tell his eyes are focused on the picture of the swordsman fighting, seemingly checking up on his form even in the still image. It makes your heart warm and you press your cheek to the top of his head affectionately.
“Mimi~ You’re happy~?” He sighs through his nose at that overly cutesy nickname that he’s told you over and over not to use. Yet despite his clear irritation he makes no attempt to stop you from rubbing your cheek against his like an affectionate cat. “Mimi~ Answer~~”
“I have no reason to answer the baseless accusation. Seeing how someone I personally trained fights is reasonable, it’s obvious he should be doing well.” His words don’t help him though, only making you happier as you kiss his cheek.
“He’s doing well so you’re happy~ I’m happy he’s doing good too~” You kiss his face and lips happily until he’s not even able to see the paper anymore. So irritating, which is exactly why he does nothing to stop it. It would just be too much of a bother if you cried or whined if he pushed you away, that’s the only reason. Ignore how he closes his eyes in relaxation or leans into it, you’re imagining things.
All the child fics I see have the child as a little ray of sunshine that’s loved to pieces by everyone, but I think it would be a little funny if they found a kid that was rather awkward instead. If you have any suggestions on other awkward kid reader like scenarios or other characters go ahead and request.
Shanks, Buggy, and Smoker with an Awkward!Child Reader.
Shanks
“Oh! Hey, there’s some kids here.” Shanks crouches down and speaks to you, but you quickly shake your head. “Listen, I know you aren’t the best at socializing but just try it out. Just for a bit?” He’s a bit worried, you don’t get to be with other kids much being on the Red Force. Looking into his eyes you start to feel a bit guilty, eventually nodding your head. Shanks smiles brightly “Great! C’mon, I’ll make sure you’re safe, okay?” He picks you up and goes over to the kids playing. Once you’re both close enough he sets you down, but you just stand there. He gives you a little push and you stiffly walk to the kids. They spot you and you freeze.
“Huh? Who are you?” They walk over to you and you go as still as possible. “Hello?” One of the kids waves a hand in front of your face but you just stand there like a statue. Shanks looks on, worried that you’ll get bullied. He shakes his head.
‘No, I should have faith in them as their father.’ He thinks to himself as the kids gather around the new strange child. They just kind of stare at you. One of the kids pokes you and you flinch.
“They move! How do you get all frozen like that, are you made of stone?” Your eyes slowly trail to your dad, nervous. He just gives you a thumbs up. Shanks gets approached by someone.
“Chief? Oh it’s you!” Shoot, he’s starting to get recognized, this damn hair. He has to entertain them a bit before they finally go away. Shanks quickly looks back to you, worried. The kids have.. started stacking things on you.
“Woahh…”The kids marvel at you. You have multiple blocks on your head, your stillness keeping them from falling. That’s… one way to socialize I guess. Your record is 10 blocks.
Mihawk
Mihawk holds you in his arms, he had taken you in a few months ago even before Cross Guild. To be honest, he was hesitant to bring you with him, but it was already known he had a child by this point. It’s safer to keep you where he can be with you, it’s one of the reasons he joined. Having a stable place to stay is best for you. Another worry he had is that the clown and Crocodile would be a bad influence on you, that you would turn into some sort of delinquent. Children can be unpredictable, and easily manipulated. However, that ended up not being the case. In fact, they seemed to be a good influence. Not because they were passing on good features, no, it was simply because you disliked them enough that you marked them as “bad examples”, he couldn’t be more relieved. It’s unfortunate you don’t make friends but this is better than becoming anything like Buggy or Crocodile. They had even attempted to appeal to you, trying to befriend you to have some sort of connection to Mihawk. Buggy so that Mihawk would be softer on him, Crocodile so that Mihawk would have incentive to be loyal. It didn’t work out. Crocodile realized very fast you were terrified of him, he isn’t the best with children either; and there’s too much risk trying to get close to you when your father hates when you’re scared. Buggy however…
“Hey, kid, here.” Buggy offers you candy, you stare at it then slowly back away, clearly uncomfortable. “Ah, uhhh.. What about this?” He starts to juggle, but you also look nervous, looking away. ‘This damn brat, aren’t kids supposed to like clowns?’ He curses in his head, but keeps a smile on his face. Finally, in one last effort, he pulls off his head and starts to do tricks with his limbs. “See? Cool isn’t i-” When he looks at the spot you were in you’re gone, like a mouse that skittered away. “God dammit, fucking kid.” Right as he says that he feels an intimidating presence behind him, hawk eyes digging into his back. He might be fucked.
Smoker
“Sea prism works on devil fruit users like Captain Smoker and this person. That’s why you don’t have to be scared, they can’t do anything to you.” Tashigi explains to you, holding the sea prism cuffs. She’s babysitting you for a bit while Smoker is taking care of business since you can’t exactly be left alone at your age. You had gotten startled by a prisoner being led to jail earlier, so she was explaining how they’re harmless with the cuffs on; even showing them to you. “You want to hold them?” You slowly nod and hold them in your little hands, they’re kind of heavy. While you’re looking at them Tashigi looks to the door, Smoker is back. “Ah Captain Smoker you’re ba-”
Click
…Oops. You put them on by accident. Immediately you start to panic, trying to get them off your wrist. “Ah, wait, I can just take them off for you. Stand still!” You’re panicking too much though, waving your arm around while Smoker sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Before she can grab you though, you end up flinging the cuff off of your wrist. It was too big to fit you anyway, the key wasn’t needed. Unfortunately, you end up flinging them directly at your dad, hitting him on the head. He flinches and falls back, the sea prism making him weak. “Captain Smoker!” He falls to the ground and you freak out like a startled cat, running around the office while knocking things over. Tashigi, flustered, doesn’t know what to do first. The cuffs slide off of his body and he moves again, grabbing you by the back of your shirt like a kitten. “I’m so sorry, sir I didn’t think-” He raises a hand to stop her.
Your father looks at you, your face guilty, and sighs. “It’s fine.” The office is a mess now, it’s actually a bit impressive. At least he doesn’t have to worry about people catching you. “No more cuffs.” He’ll worry about the office later, you’re more important.
Masterlist
Prompts/Request Rules
Requests: Closed. You can also just talk to me!
💋 Smut ❤️ Fluff 💔 Angst 🔥 Joke 👍 Platonic 👨 Male 👩 Female 👤 Gender Neutral 👶 Child Reader ✏️ Drabble 📃 One Shot 💭 Headcanons 🪧 Scenario 💕 Family 🩸 Violence ✅️ Finished
Shanks
The Cute and Obsessive You 💋🩸👨📃
Your boyfriend is a yandere, but it comes in handy when you're kidnapped (also it's sexy).
Charm You to Jealousy 💋👨📃
Shanks is popular, especially when he's cool, so you may or may not get a bit jealous.
Big spoilers for episode 1112.
Compliments ❤️👨👤✏️
Shanks loves compliments and you give them often.
Lust/Love 🔥👨👤✏️
A few drinks makes you loose-mouthed but you're a quick thinker.
Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭
Shanks likes drinking and partying, especially with his lover.
A Romantic Date ❤️👤💭
Shanks has many sides, but romance with you always comes naturally.
An Awkward Child 🔥💕👶🪧
Shanks tries his best to get you to socialize.
A Good Liar 🔥👍👤📃
You and Shanks are caught on a day out, thankfully you're good at improvising.
Pretty When You're Mine 💋❤️👨📃
You're a little mean and want to try something new, thankfully your boyfriend is incredibly receptive.
RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧
Your boyfriend turns into a dogboy but he's still very cute.
How to Breed Your Captain 💋👨📃
Your captain sudddenly leaves in the middle of drinking, so you gotta find out what happened.
Omegaverse, Shanks has a pussy.
Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧
Shanks is tall but not tall enough for a view.
Scent 💋👨✏️
Shanks likes it when you smell like eachother.
Omegaverse, Shanks has a pussy.
Narcissistic Romance ❤️🔥👩✏️💭
You and your new boyfriend happen to look similar.
Scruff ❤️🔥👩👤🪧
Naughty Captains get the puppy treatment.
Birthday Boy ❤️👤📃
Poor Shanks is the only one who remembered his birthday (according to him)
Two Cats ❤️👩✏️
You're a picky and bratty drinker, fortunately Shanks is there to "protect" you.
Eyes. 🩸💔❤️👤📃
You visit your parent in their prison with Shanks.
Luffy
Kindness Isn't Spineless: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 💔❤️👤✅️
Luffy thinks you're too "kind", unknowing of your past traumas with an abusive ex.
A Romantic Date ❤️👤💭
Luffy isn't much of a romantic but he loves to love you.
RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧
Being a dogboy only makes Luffy more excited and he's going to make it everyone else's problem.
Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧
Luffy spilled something like a stupidhead.
Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧
Luffy reallllyyy wants to see Frankys WIP
Scruff ❤️🔥👩👤🪧
Luffy whines like a puppy so you treat him like one.
Is This Love?: Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six 💔 ❤️ 👨
Confessing to Luffy isn't as sunshine and rainbows as both of you wish it was.
Post Jinbe, Small allusion to Whole Cake, Fishman Island spoilers.
Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧
You turn into a worm.
You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧
You both miss eachother, you're also both on the same wavelength in doing whatever it takes to see eachother sooner.
Zoro
Roots of Suffering 💔❤️🩸👩📃
Pain from severe migraines makes you to be rash, causing more damage than your mind could on its own.
Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭
You're completely unruly but okay yes he loves you.
RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧
He's a little dumb as a dogboy but he's got the spirit.
Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧
Clean your equipment after use, guys.
Why are you two friendly 👍📃
Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone
No reader, just characters.
It's YOURS 👍🔥👤📃
You find Zoro's small mossy lookalikes in a forest and decide to have some fun.
Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧
You turn into a worm.
You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧
He's strong enough to catch you from a cliff, probably.
Sanji
Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭
Sanji likes to be a gentleman but with you he's more of a gentle man.
Your Love is My Warmth ❤️👤📃
It's a cold night, but together with you he's never felt warmer.
Fun(ny) Halloween 🔥👍👤📃
You don't know what to go as for Halloween, but get inspiration from a certain cook.
Insecure Love 💔❤️👩📃
Misunderstandings from trauma cause pain for you and Sanji as your relationship goes on.
Major spoilers for episode 1053
Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧
Rest is important, idiot.
Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧
How'd he get the groceries up there?
OH MY GOD ❤️👍🩸👨📃
Don't walk backwards while hiking on a mountain.
Why are you two friendly 👍📃
Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone
No reader, just characters.
Confusion in my Love ❤️👨📃
Sanji struggles with the fact he's fallen in love with a man.
Medium Fishman Island spoilers.
You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧
Being your knight in shining armor didn't prepare him for you jumping off a cliff.
Robin
Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧
Small mistake isn't everything.
Brook
Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧
God, just stop making that joke.
Nami
You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧
There's no way you would jump off a cliff just to see her sooner, right?
Usopp
Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧
No he doesn't need help but maybe if you gave it he wouldn't decline it.
Crocodile
Reptile Break for the Reptile Broken 🔥✏️
Crocodile is tired, so he visits the bananagators.
Post Crossguild.
Crocodile the Lovestruck (Reptile) Fool ❤️👩💭
You've been with him since Alabasta, and he's starting to think of you as more than a loyal employee.
Post Cross Guild.
Its Good to See the New You 💕💔👨💭
You joined the Strawhats after your father was defeated in alabasta, when you meet again his daughter is now his son.
Small Marineford and Alabasta spoilers.
Mihawk
Boredom and Jokes 🔥 👤✏️
Mihawk's older than you and Buggy thought.
Post Cross Guild.
Mimi Mihawk ❤️👤✏️
Mihawk reads the paper while you give him affection.
Pre-Cross Guild but Post Timeskip
An Awkward Child 🔥💕👶🪧
You aren't really the best at getting along with people, Mihawk doesn't mind.
Pre and Post Cross Guild
Think About It ❤️👩👤📃
He's more oblivious than you thought, by a LOT.
Romantic(?) ❤️👨👤✏️
You're a romantic pervert.
Buggy
Boredom and Jokes 🔥 👤✏️
Mihawk's older than you and Buggy thought.
Post Cross Guild.
Smoker
An Awkward Child 🔥💕👶🪧
Tashigi and you cause a small accident when she tries to teach you something new.
Ace
Love Makes You Crazy 💋❤️👩📃
Ace has convinced you to be bold in more ways than one.
Sabo
You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧
If he misses you he should catch you.
Boredom and Jokes
Mihawk x reader/Buggy x reader. Can be read platonically or romantic but platonic in mind. Reader is younger than both of them. 421 wordcount
“bbb… bbbppt… bbbptt” You make noises with your mouth, hanging out with Mihawk. It was just you and Buggy at first but you wanted to visit Mihawk and dragged a reluctant Buggy along. So you and Buggy lay there, him sitting on the chair while you lay on the ground starfish style. As you continue to make noises with your mouth, Mihawk finally looks up from his book.
“Do you need something?” He asks, eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“No, I’m alright thanks.” You say dismissively and he’s about to go back to reading when you start to make noises again. Buggy finds it funny, but the anger coming off of Mihawk is making him too anxious to actually show it. The swordsman doesn’t even know if he should say anything or not, if giving you attention will only cause you to do more. You make the choice for him in the form of a question. “How old are you guys?”.
“43.” Mihawk answers first.
“39.” Buggy responds, he’s about to make a joke when your eyes widen.
“YOU’RE OLDER THAN BUGGY!?” You yell in shock while sitting up, surprising both men.
“Hey what is that supposed to mea-” Buggy’s interrupted as you stand up and use his face to push yourself to Mihawk. He looks up at you, his expression back to a calm one.
“I am.” He says and you stare at him.
“There’s no way! Buggy looks way older than you. I figured you were probably old since you’re the world’s greatest swordsman, sure, but older than him!?”
“HEY! I LOOK GOOD FOR MY AGE!” Buggy yells from behind you, rubbing his face.
“The clown does indeed look older than he is.” Mihawk agrees and Buggy starts to argue. Your brain goes blank and you space out, Buggy’s voice fading. You come to, your own voice snapping you out of it.
“World’s oldest swordsman.” The words exit your mouth and you immediately burst out laughing. Buggy’s eyes widen, then he grins.
“Haha I gue-” Yoru is pressed to his neck. “I WASN’T EVEN THE ONE WHO SAID IT!” He yelps as you fall to your knees and onto your side.
“W-Worl- HAHAHAHA” Your stomach hurts, and you’re starting to get lightheaded. “World oldest swordsm-AN!” Your voice cracks, laughing too hard to even notice Buggy’s pleas for you to shut up, blade getting closer to his neck with every second you laugh. Mihawk can handle being made fun of, but he will not tolerate it from Buggy of all people.
Im a small one piece headcanon/drabble/mini fic writer now ask me things to write itll be my first time writing on tumblr though so it might be formatted weird n shit. The headcanons I plan to be x reader but it can be anything really. It can be platonic too or a kid reader or just a headcanon in general. I hope yall know what I'm talking about. Ill do female or male reader and nsfw is also allowed because why not I just feel like writing. Also I'm anime only tho, and I really try to be in character. Im new to tumblr terms so if you want to give me tips go ahead because I don't know how to label things on here (like i don't know what counts as headcanon or drabble or mini fic). Anyway it could be angst too but i'll probably make it a happy or bittersweet ending bc im a sensitive loser. I just wanna write, I'm bored. save me
When Love Grows Quiet
Four different loves — each unraveling in its own way, where silence cuts deeper than swords and love isn't always enough to stay.
shanks x reader | zoro x reader | law x reader | mihawk x reader | ONE SHOT tags: angst, sfw, heartbreak, emotional neglect, falling out of love, hurt/no comfort, isolation, miscommunication a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing word count: 2.5k
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
SHANKS
The bar was loud, filled with the buzz of half-drunken laughter, tankards slamming against tables, and music that you once loved but now loathed. You sat in the farthest corner, away from the warmth of the crowd, clutching a half-empty glass of something you didn’t order. The ice was melting fast — like the slow disintegration of what used to be your heart.
Shanks was at the center of it all.
Again.
He always was.
“Another round!” he bellowed, raising his cup high in the air as the Red-Haired Pirates cheered. The crew adored him. They should — he was charismatic, fierce, warm, and generous with his attention.
Just not with you. Not anymore.
Your gaze lingered on him. His hair, a fiery halo in the dim light, his grin — that same one that once made you feel like the most important person in the world — now belonged to everyone else.
He didn’t even notice you when you walked in.
“Y/N, there you are!” Lucky Roux called from across the bar, waving at you with his usual cheer. “C’mon, join us!”
Shanks looked over his shoulder, eyes falling on you for a split second. There was recognition — maybe even guilt — but it was gone too fast. He raised his cup in your direction. No words. No movement. Just a lazy toast.
You forced a smile, then looked away.
You’d been with him for two years. It had started with stolen moments under stars, whispered promises between waves. “When this is all over, I’ll settle down. With you,” he’d say, voice dipped in warmth, hand on your cheek. You believed him.
But it never ended. And you stopped asking.
There were always more islands to visit, more allies to meet, more enemies to fight, and more nights he stumbled back to the ship reeking of rum and adrenaline, too tired to remember your name.
You stayed because you loved him.
Or maybe you stayed because you were afraid of what your life would look like without him in it.
But tonight felt different.
You pushed your glass aside and stood, your legs numb from sitting too long. You crossed the room, weaving through sailors and crewmates until you reached him.
“Shanks.”
He looked at you, surprised. Like he hadn’t expected you to speak first.
“Can we talk?”
His smile faltered. “Now? Can it wait? We’re just—”
“No,” you said, quieter, firmer. “It really can’t.”
He followed you outside without protest. The night air was cool, the moonlight bathing the ship in pale light.
You turned to him. “Do you remember what you promised me?”
He blinked. “Which one?”
You almost laughed. “That says everything, doesn’t it?”
“Y/N…”
“You told me we’d settle. That you’d come back for me. That I wasn’t just another stop along your journey. Do you even realize how long I’ve been waiting?”
“I know,” he muttered. “But it’s complicated.”
“No. It’s not. Not really. You just never made space for me.” Your voice trembled. “I don’t need riches or islands. I don’t even need peace. I just needed to know I mattered.”
He took a step forward. “You do matter.”
“Do I?” You looked up at him. “When was the last time you asked how I felt? When was the last time you chose me over adventure? Over your crew? Over another drink?”
He opened his mouth, but no answer came.
You continued, softer now, each word heavy. “I used to believe I was lucky to be loved by you. But now I realize… maybe I was just convenient. Someone to come back to when the world wasn’t enough.”
“That’s not fair,” he said, jaw clenched.
“Neither is loving someone who only loves you when it suits them.”
A silence settled. Heavy. Final.
He looked away. “What are you saying?”
You took a shaky breath. “I’m leaving.”
His eyes snapped to yours. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I have to. Because if I don’t now, I never will.” You paused. “I loved you so much, Shanks. But I’m tired of waiting for you to love me back in the way I deserve.”
You turned before he could say more, before the tears spilled.
The crew watched you go. No one stopped you. Maybe they knew too.
Shanks didn’t follow.
Maybe he couldn’t.
Maybe deep down, he knew you were already gone.
And this time, no promise would bring you back.
ZORO
The clatter of blades in the training room echoed through the ship like thunder.
Again.
You stood outside the door, hand hovering just above the wood, listening. Zoro had been in there since sunrise. The sun was beginning to set.
You pressed your palm flat against the door. It was warm.
He didn’t hear you. He never did when he was training.
You opened the door anyway.
He stood in the center, shirtless, sweat clinging to his skin, his chest rising and falling with exertion. His swords were laid neatly on the rack nearby, save for the one still in his hand — his favorite. Wado Ichimonji. His first love.
You didn’t speak right away.
He noticed you after a few seconds, green hair clinging to his face. “Oh. Hey.”
“That all you’ve got for me?” you asked, arms crossed.
He shrugged. “Been training.”
“You were supposed to meet me. Two hours ago.”
Zoro blinked. “Shit. Was that today?”
A beat passed. You tried not to let the disappointment crack through your voice. “Yeah. It was today.”
It wasn’t the first time.
Zoro wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t dismissive in the way that most would notice. He was just… focused. Sharpened, like his blades, honed only for one goal: to become the strongest swordsman in the world.
And you had once admired that. Loved it, even.
But lately, it felt like you were always chasing his shadow, always making room for his dreams, even if it meant shrinking your own.
You walked into the room, picking up the cloth he used to wipe his sweat, tossing it to him. “You forgot again.”
“I didn’t mean to,” he said, running it over his forehead.
“I know,” you whispered.
And maybe that’s what hurt the most.
The days blurred.
Dinner conversations turned into one-sided stories from you. Nights became silent, save for the occasional grunt as Zoro collapsed into bed, already half asleep. You missed the way he used to fall asleep beside you — not just near you — like you were a harbor in his storm. Now, he drifted in and out like a ghost, always just beyond reach.
You finally snapped one quiet night.
“Zoro, do you even love me?”
He looked up from cleaning his blade, brow furrowed. “What kind of question is that?”
You sat on the bed, fingers twisting in your lap. “One I keep asking myself.”
He stood up, face unreadable. “Of course I love you.”
“Then why don’t I feel it?”
The silence that followed was thick. Not awkward — just empty. Like a room without furniture.
“I’m doing this for us,” he finally said. “Everything. My training. My dream.”
“No, you’re doing it for you. And that’s okay, Zoro.” Your voice broke. “But stop pretending I’m part of that dream when I’m just an afterthought.”
“That’s not fair,” he said.
“I used to think that too,” you whispered. “But you keep showing me otherwise.”
The next morning, you packed.
Not everything — just what you needed. You didn’t want to make a scene.
When you turned to leave, he was there. Leaning against the doorframe, arms folded.
“You’re leaving?” he asked, voice rough with sleep and disbelief.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He stared for a long time. “Why now?”
“Because if I stay, I’ll start hating you. And I don’t want to hate you.”
Zoro opened his mouth, then closed it again. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know.”
He took a step forward. “Don’t I get a chance to fix it?”
“You’ve had a hundred chances,” you said, gently. “I gave you all of them.”
He looked down, the tension in his body visible.
You moved past him. He didn’t stop you.
Not physically.
But god, you wished he would.
You heard the sound of blades again as you walked down the corridor, echoing from the training room.
Zoro was already back at it.
Maybe it was easier for him to fight with steel than with words.
And maybe that’s why you couldn’t stay — because you needed someone who could choose you the way you kept choosing him.
Even if it broke your heart.
LAW
The Polar Tang was quiet at night.
Most of the crew had gone to sleep, their laughter faded into distant echoes through the metal halls. You sat alone in the infirmary, the light above flickering in tired pulses, casting shadows across the empty bed beside you.
It used to be your place. Your shared space.
Now it was just another cold room.
The door slid open with a mechanical hiss. Law stepped inside, coat trailing, his presence commanding — but not unkind. His face was the same as always. Calm. Collected. Impenetrable.
You didn’t turn to greet him.
“You’re still awake,” he said, voice low.
“So are you.”
He paused. “Long day.”
“Every day is a long day with you.”
That made him pause longer than usual. You saw it — the subtle twitch of his hand, the way his gaze lingered on you before shifting to the medical charts on the wall, as if reading them gave him a reason not to face you.
You finally stood, arms crossed. “You didn’t even ask how I’m doing.”
“You’re not injured,” he replied, like that explained everything.
You laughed bitterly. “You think that’s all that matters?”
He looked at you now. Really looked.
“You’re not bleeding,” he said, “so I assumed you were fine.”
“And that’s the problem, Law,” you snapped, “you only know how to fix things you can see. But what about everything else?”
He was always distant. He didn’t mean to be — it was just how he survived. You knew that going in. Law was brilliant, brave, and wounded in ways most couldn’t see. He didn’t wear his pain on his sleeve; he buried it deep, under layers of strategy and silence.
You once thought love could bring him peace.
Instead, it made you feel invisible.
He sat on the edge of the bed, removing his gloves with surgical precision. “If you’re upset, just say it.”
“I’m always saying it,” you said. “I say it in every look you don’t return, every time you walk out without a word. I’m screaming it, Law, and you don’t hear me.”
His brow furrowed. “I’m trying.”
“No, you’re managing. There’s a difference.”
You took a step forward, throat tight. “Do you even want me here?”
He didn’t answer.
Not for a long time.
When he did, it was quiet. “I don’t know what I’d be without you.”
“That’s not the same as wanting me.”
You turned away, swallowing the burn behind your eyes. “I need more than this. I need to be seen. Heard. Held.”
“I’m not good at that.”
“I know,” you whispered. “And I’ve been patient. God, I’ve been so patient.”
He stood. “Then what do you want from me?”
You turned back to him, tears finally slipping down your cheek.
“I want to stop being the person waiting for you to feel something.”
There were so many things he could have said. So many things he didn’t.
No promises. No pleas. Just silence.
You left the room, footsteps echoing down the corridor. He didn’t follow. You didn’t expect him to.
Law wasn’t cruel. He was just… unreachable.
And you couldn’t keep drowning in his silence.
Later that night, he stood in the infirmary, alone, looking at the chair where you always sat.
He didn’t cry. He didn’t break.
But he whispered your name once — as if it would echo back.
It didn’t.
MIHAWK
Perched on the windowsill of Kuraigana Island's cold, stone castle, you watched the sun slip beneath the horizon. Even the sunset here felt distant — as if the colors were afraid to bloom fully, like the love you once thought lived within these walls.
Behind you, the quiet hum of Mihawk’s sword being cleaned was the only sound.
You didn’t turn. You didn’t speak.
Neither did he.
You’d once thought the silence between you was peaceful — now it felt suffocating.
When you first arrived, you mistook his quiet for serenity. Mihawk was a man of discipline, of stillness, and you found comfort in his control. He didn’t make empty promises, didn’t raise his voice, didn’t falter. It made you feel safe.
Until the days stretched long and the silence became unbearable.
You would speak to him at dinner, only to be met with the clink of cutlery. You would try to initiate conversation, only to find him more engrossed in wine than words.
You once thought you were an oasis for his loneliness.
Now you realized you were just another presence he tolerated.
“You haven’t looked at me once today,” you said finally, staring out at the orange light dying over the sea.
Mihawk paused, the cloth in his hand stilling on Yoru’s blade. “I saw you this morning.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
No response.
You stood slowly, turning to face him. He was sitting in that grand, throne-like chair by the fireplace. His posture was perfect. Controlled. Remote.
“Do you even care that I’m unhappy?”
“I care,” he replied after a beat. “But unhappiness is inevitable.”
You blinked. “That’s your answer?”
“I do not pretend to be something I’m not,” he said, voice even. “You knew who I was when you came here.”
“I knew who you seemed to be,” you said sharply. “But I thought — I hoped — that underneath all of this control, you might want to be known. That you might let me in.”
“I have let you in.”
“To your house. Not your heart.”
The air crackled.
Mihawk stood, moving with quiet authority. “I do not offer affection like others. I offer stability. Loyalty.”
“I never wanted gifts. Or flattery. I just wanted to feel chosen.” You laughed, bitter. “But all I’ve felt is... tolerated. Like I’m just another item in your collection of things that don’t rust or change.”
He said nothing.
You stepped closer. “You haven’t said you love me. Not once.”
“I do not speak lightly,” he said, almost offended.
“I’m not asking for flowery words. I’m asking for anything that tells me you feel something when you look at me.”
He stared at you — intense, golden eyes sharp as any blade.
“I would not have allowed you to stay if I did not value you.”
A pause. And then your voice, quiet, almost broken:
“That’s not love, Mihawk. That’s possession.”
The silence that followed was vast.
And it said everything.
You turned away, heading for the door.
“You’re leaving.”
“Yes.”
“You may find no comfort in the world beyond this place.”
“Maybe not,” you whispered. “But at least I’ll feel something.”
He did not follow. He did not stop you.
And that hurt worse than any goodbye.
Later, long after you’d gone, Mihawk stood alone in the great hall, Yoru resting silently on the stone altar. A storm gathered beyond the window, wind rushing over the sea like a howl.
He did not weep.
But he looked at the spot where your chair had been pulled out, slightly askew — and he didn’t move it back.
CLINGY MUCH? | ONE SHOT
Shanks x GN!Reader
Zoro x GN!Reader
Mihawk x GN!Reader
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc
tags: sfw, fluff, soft, ooc(?)
masterlist | ko-fi
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
SHANKS
You were many things aboard the Red Force—calm, sharp-tongued, and painfully unbothered by Shanks’ endless antics.
You were also completely unaware of the fact that the most feared (and flirted-with) captain in the New World couldn’t seem to stop touching you.
Not in a creepy way. Not even in a romantic way… at least, not that you noticed.
He’d toss an arm around your shoulders like it was a habit. Rest his hand on your waist when laughing. Tug you into his side when something “dangerous” happened, like a slightly aggressive breeze or a seagull flying too low.
You just chalked it up to him being Shanks.
Until, one bright morning, the crew decided enough was enough.
It started with Benn Beckman sighing dramatically as he walked onto the deck.
“Do you two need a room or something?”
You blinked from where you stood, arms crossed. “We’re not even doing anything.”
Benn pointed. “His hand has been on your lower back for ten minutes.”
Shanks blinked down at his own hand like it betrayed him. “Huh. Didn’t even notice.”
You raised a brow. “Are you okay? Do you have tactile issues?”
Lucky Roux snorted as he passed by with a turkey leg. “Yeah, it’s called ‘falling for someone and not knowing what to do with your hands.’”
Shanks turned red. You remained… utterly unaffected.
“Touch-starved pirate disease,” Lime Juice muttered, jotting fake notes like a doctor. “Tragic. Symptoms include: prolonged physical contact, excessive grinning, and spontaneous cuddling in public.”
Hongo popped his head out of the crow’s nest. “I saw him brush your hair behind your ear during the storm last week.”
“That was because it got in their face,” Shanks defended.
You nodded. “He didn’t want me to get stabbed by my own bangs. Very heroic.”
“You’re wearing a braid,” Yasopp called from the helm.
A long pause.
“…Okay, I’m not good with excuses,” Shanks muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. His hand bumped yours in the process.
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing. “Captain.”
“Yes?”
“You’re touching me again.”
“...I genuinely didn’t notice DAHAHAHA.”
The crew erupted into laughter.
You blinked slowly and glanced down at your joined hands, then back up at him. “You’ve been holding my hand for a minute now. You good?”
“Maybe.”
You stared.
He stared.
“…You’re kinda warm,” he added, grinning.
“I’m wearing gloves.”
“Exactly. Impressive.”
You didn’t smile, but your voice was flat with dry humor. “You wanna marry me, too? Get it over with?”
Shanks choked. “Whoa—what?”
“You’re already touching me like I’m your lover. Might as well commit.”
The crew howled.
“I’m starting to like them more than you, Cap,” Benn said, lighting a cigar.
“They’ve got more bite,” Lime Juice grinned.
Lucky Roux offered you a celebratory turkey leg like a sword. “You just proposed better than he ever could.”
You calmly took it, giving a single nod. “Thanks. I accept my own proposal.”
Shanks was still frozen. “Wait, are we actually engaged now?”
You took a slow bite of the turkey leg, deadpan. “Keep touching me like that, and you’ll owe me alimony.”
ZORO
You were minding your own business—arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, back leaned slightly against the Sunny’s railing—when a familiar weight thunked into your side.
Again.
You didn’t flinch, didn’t glance, didn’t even blink. Just spoke.
“Zoro.”
“What.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what.”
“Treating me like a living chair.”
He grunted. “You’re stable. And not annoying.”
“That’s a compliment?” you asked, still deadpan.
“Take it or leave it.”
The crew had noticed. Of course they had. This was the sixth day in a row Zoro had casually latched onto you like a sleepy barnacle.
“Oi, mosshead!” Sanji snapped, appearing from the galley with smoke swirling and a righteous fury in his eyes. “Get off them, you clingy cucumber!”
Zoro cracked open an eye. “Make me.”
“Oh, I will!” Sanji stomped over dramatically. “Y/N-chwaann shouldn’t have to carry your freeloading swordsman body weight! If anyone deserves to be close to them, it’s me!”
You raised an eyebrow. “You literally tripped into my lap yesterday trying to ‘tie your shoe.’ You were barefoot.”
“It was a metaphor!” Sanji cried. “For falling head over heels!”
Zoro scoffed. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Says the mossy limpet glued to their side like a touchy fungus!”
Zoro didn’t move. “Jealousy’s not a good look, curly.”
“You—!!”
“Guys,” Nami sighed, “can’t we go one day without turning affection into a shouting match?”
Brook leaned on his cane, chuckling. “Yohohoho! Young love… or something!”
Usopp squinted. “Wait. Has Zoro always been this clingy with Y/N?”
Robin smiled mysteriously. “Since thriller bark, at least.”
Franky nodded solemnly. “Saw him fall asleep on their shoulder mid-battle once. SUPER unconscious.”
“I thought he was dead,” Chopper added, horrified. “Turns out he was just really comfy.”
Zoro’s grip on your shoulder tightened very slightly, and you finally glanced sideways at him.
“Do you know you’re this touchy?” you asked.
He looked like he wanted to evaporate into the deck. “I… just don’t mind you being close.”
You blinked slowly. “Is that samurai code for ‘I like you’?”
Sanji audibly gagged. “Oi! Don’t flirt in front of me!”
“We’re not flirting,” you said.
Zoro mumbled, “Might be.”
Sanji died inside.
“Y/N-chwann” he said gravely, dropping to one knee. “I beg of you—pick me instead! I would never lean on you like a sweaty tree log!”
Zoro growled. “Because you’d faint from being close.”
“AT LEAST I’D DIE HANDSOME!”
You looked between the two of them and sighed.
“I just want to drink my tea without being fought over,” you muttered, walking off—Zoro immediately following, like a shadow with swords.
“You’re still touching me,” you noted.
“Didn’t say I’d stop,” he replied casually.
You stopped walking, turned, and looked him square in the eye.
“You’re aware this is very couple-coded, right?”
He blinked, then grunted. “Guess we should make it official then.”
You blinked right back. “That was fast.”
“Why waste time.”
You smirked just a little. “Romantic.”
He shrugged. “You’re warm. And you don’t talk too much.”
“That’s your idea of a proposal?”
“Worked, didn’t it?”
From behind you, Sanji dramatically screamed into the ocean.
MIHAWK
Kuraigana Island was a wasteland of stone, wind, and uncomfortable silences. You didn’t mind. You were the type to thrive in eerie places — quiet, observant, and allergic to nonsense.
Which is probably why Mihawk didn’t bother with small talk.
Or... so you thought.
Lately, the world’s greatest swordsman had developed a habit of materializing wherever you were. You’d be cleaning a blade — and there he was, pouring tea. You’d sit on the crumbling stone wall for some air — and there he’d be, suddenly trimming the overgrown vines right next to you.
At first, you thought it was coincidence.
Until today.
“...You know you don’t have to sharpen every one of my knives,” you said flatly, watching him work silently at the bench beside you.
“I didn’t,” Mihawk replied, still honing the blade. “Only the dull ones.”
You blinked. “That was my butter knife.”
“Then it was very dull.”
From the far side of the ruins, Zoro grunted as he finished a set of squats. “He refilled their canteen twice this morning.”
“Once,” Mihawk corrected, still not looking up.
“Twice,” Zoro insisted. “Once after breakfast. Then again after they just looked at the sink.”
Perona floated down with a snort. “He also folded their coat. While they were still wearing it.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Is that why my sleeves were shorter for a second?”
“You had a wrinkle.”
“I always have a wrinkle.”
Mihawk looked up with that unreadable expression. “And now you don’t.”
Zoro huffed. “What even is this? He acts like a butler. But like, a scary one.”
Mihawk narrowed his eyes at him. “I’m not a butler.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Perona muttered, arms crossed. “You fixed the strap on their satchel too.”
Mihawk didn’t respond to that.
Perona raised a brow. “You gonna deny it?”
“No,” Mihawk said coolly, “because it was crooked.”
Zoro leaned against a stone pillar, towel around his neck. “He also moved your seat at the dining table.”
“That was my seat,” you said.
Mihawk finally gave you a long, side glance. “You’ve sat on the left for the past four mornings. I simply ensured it remained consistent.”
You deadpanned. “You rearranged the furniture.”
“Briefly.”
Zoro stared. “And when they tripped over that vine—”
“I cut the vine before they fell,” Mihawk snapped with a tone just shy of defensive.
“Bro. You lunged across the courtyard.”
Mihawk sipped his wine calmly. “It was in the way.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And when you pulled me by the hood into the shade the other day?”
“You were overheating.”
“I wasn’t sweating.”
“You were blinking slowly.”
You stared. “That’s just how I blink.”
There was a long pause.
Then Perona gasped. “Wait, wait — you also fixed the strap on their scabbard!”
“I adjusted it. The weight distribution was uneven.”
Zoro clapped once, grinning. “So you are clingy.”
Mihawk’s eyes narrowed, the glint in them sharp and dangerous. “I am not.”
You leaned your chin on your hand, amused. “Then what would you call this?”
He paused. “Awareness.”
Perona lost it. “You mean hyper-awareness. Of one (1) person.”
Mihawk ignored her. “It’s strategic. I simply ensure you're at your most efficient.”
“That’s not efficiency,” Zoro said, wiping his forehead. “That’s doting.”
Mihawk arched a brow. “You think a swordsman cannot be observant?”
“You folded their laundry in order of fabric weight.”
“They prefer it that way.”
You blinked. “I never said that.”
He side-eyed you, expression cool. “You didn’t need to.”
You blinked again.
Zoro grunted. “You see? He’s acting like we’re all weird for noticing.”
Perona jabbed a finger toward him. “He's totally doing the ‘if I act calm, no one will notice I'm obsessed’ thing.”
Mihawk finally gave a soft, tired sigh — the kind that said you people are exhausting.
Then, turning to you, he asked, “Would you like tea?”
“I haven’t said I was thirsty.”
He didn’t blink. “You will be.”
You stared. “Are you psychic?”
“No,” he said simply. “You’re predictable.”
You squinted. “...That sounds like flirting.”
Mihawk blinked slowly. “I don’t flirt.”
Perona groaned. “OH MY GOD—”
Mihawk stood up, cloak sweeping behind him, expression unreadable as always. He held out the canteen like he’d already won this conversation.
You took it with narrowed eyes, muttering, “Thanks... I guess.”
He nodded, calm as ever. “You’re welcome.”
Zoro crossed his arms. “Still denying it?”
Mihawk looked at all of them — then at you — and with perfect poise said,
“I’m just efficient.”
And with that, he turned and walked away.
You stared after him, took a sip from the canteen, and sighed.
“…Efficiently annoying.”
Perfect pair
Y/n lands on the forsaken island of Kuraigana, crossing paths with the world’s greatest swordsman, Dracule Mihawk.
PART 1 OF READER WHO CAN USE THE INFINITY STONES
dracule mihawk x reader ౨ৎ💗 ONE SHOT
main characters: mihawk
tags: fluff, sfw, soft, lots of v!ol3nce
a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc
words count: 968
masterlist | ko-fi
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Kuraigana Island was a corpse of a land.
Fog hung like a wet cloth. Gnarled trees clawed at a grey sky. Castles lay in ruin. Crows perched on broken battlements, staring like tiny, judgmental gods. The humandrills lurked in the shadows, half-watching, half-measuring you with the unsettling intelligence of creatures that knew too much and bowed to nothing.
You arrived with no fanfare — a split in space, a ripple in air, and there you stood.
The swordsman was already waiting.
Golden eyes sharp as his blade, Dracule Mihawk took you in without surprise. Just a flick of his gaze, the briefest narrowing of lids.
“You’re not from here.”
“...”
A beat. Then a faint smirk.
“State your business.”
You glanced around. The entire island radiated don’t bother, but you liked the silence.
“Needed a place to land.”
Mihawk regarded you a moment longer, then turned away.
“Don’t get in my way.”
You didn’t answer. You never did.
There he stood, placing the wine aside. Up close, he was taller than you expected, broad-shouldered and impossibly composed, moving like liquid death. The sort of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room.
“I don’t know where you came from,” he said, approaching with unhurried grace, “but I can tell you this island is no place for a traveler. It devours the weak.”
“I’m not weak.”
Something in his eyes sharpened. “Prove it.”
A sword materialized in his hand—a black-bladed cross almost as tall as you were.
You didn’t blink.
He smirked, and in a blur of movement, brought the blade down.
You raised a hand.
The world stuttered. Time hiccupped.
His strike slowed to a crawl, the blade inches from your face.
“Cute,” you murmured, tilting your head. You could feel the hum of cosmic power rising within you.
With a flick of your wrist, you stepped out of sync with the moment. Time resumed, his blade cleaving harmlessly through empty air.
You were leaning against a column now.
“Done?” you asked, voice flat.
Mihawk turned, eye narrowing. A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth.
“Well, Aren’t you interesting.”
Days bled together.
Mihawk didn’t ask you to leave, and you didn’t offer. He trained in the ruins. You wandered. A routine of unspoken tolerance.
Occasionally, the hum of his blade slicing the mist would pause as you flexed space to pluck fruit from high branches, reversed time to catch a falling stone before it shattered, or made entire sections of the crumbling wall rebuild themselves just for fun.
Once, a particularly bold baboon lunged at you. Mihawk turned just in time to see it dissolve into stardust.
You held its still-beating heart in your palm for a moment, then let it fall.
The humandrills kept their distance after that.
He said nothing, but his eyes followed you longer after that.
He asked about your powers one evening, rare curiosity threading his tone.
You sat by a fire you didn’t need, lazily manipulating the flame into twisting shapes.
“Are you a god?”
You considered it. “Complicated.”
He hummed. “Good. I hate gods.”
The corner of your mouth twitched. “Noted.”
Tension hung between you like fine wire. Neither speaking it. Neither breaking it.
When pirates landed, drunk on courage and legends of Mihawk’s title, you watched from a stone wall.
Twenty men.
They charged.
Mihawk moved like death made flesh, blade a dark glimmer. He cut through them like wind through leaves.
One survivor crawled toward you, gasping, reaching.
You tilted your head.
The man froze. His body peeled apart into strings of light, unraveling like an old tapestry.
Mihawk watched, bloodied and silent.
You met his gaze. “Messy work.”
He smirked. “Efficient.”
Weeks later, a storm hit.
Lightning split the sky. Waves devoured the shore.
A galleon, unfamiliar flag, shattered against the cliffs.
Mihawk and you stood at the shore. Bodies in the water. Survivors clinging to wreckage.
“Yours?” you asked.
He shook his head.
A captain, foolish and loud, cursed and called Mihawk out by name.
Mihawk’s blade lifted — but you stepped past him.
A simple gesture. A ripple in reality.
The ocean bent, swallowing the survivors. The ship’s remains vanished, leaving only empty, perfect water.
Silence.
“You stole my kill,” Mihawk said.
You shrugged. “They bored me.”
He stared at you a long moment, then laughed. Low, rare.
“Stay,” he said.
You did.
Because for once, you weren’t bored.
One dusky evening, Mihawk invited you on a hunt.
“A nuisance on a nearby island,” he said. “A former Warlord pretending to hold dominion.”
You quirked a brow. “And you need me?”
“I don’t need anyone,” he replied smoothly. “But you might amuse me.”
You smirked and stepped through a portal, Mihawk following.
The island was a lush jungle, overrun with hostile fauna and even more hostile men.
They expected Mihawk. They didn’t expect you.
One tried to cleave your head from behind.
You stopped time.
Walked around the frozen scene, plucking the man’s weapon away, rewinding his attempted strike into a trip and face-first fall into mud.
When time resumed, Mihawk didn’t flinch, but you caught the slight twitch of his lip.
“You enjoy showing off.”
“I enjoy being alive.”
You flicked a finger. Space warped around a group of enemies, their bodies crushed into a single, compacted orb of air before disappearing.
Mihawk cut down the rest, his precise strikes a sharp contrast to your cosmic chaos.
Afterward, the island was silent save for the wind and the cawing of carrion birds.
Mihawk sheathed his sword.
“You might be dangerous company.”
“You might be boring,” you countered.
Another smirk. “Then we’ll keep testing that.”
You stepped back into Kuraigana’s misty air together.
The humandrills stared harder than usual.
And you, for the first time in centuries, considered the notion of staying.
OP/One Piece
Straw hat Pirates
Monkey D. Luffy
Roronoa Zoro
Vinsmoke Sanji
Others
Trafalgar D. Water Law
Dracule Mihawk
Red hair Shanks
Sabo
Charlotte Katakuri
Gol D. Roger
Portgaz D. Ace
Marco
Whitebeard
Koby