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one-idea · 2 months

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ASL being raised by Shanks part 4

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After everything calms down. Luffy accepts that he won’t swim again, Ace doesn’t he’s still hopping mad. But nothing cools Ace’s rage quite like his brothers. “But Ace look how cool this is.” Luffy proceeds to throw his fist forward. The rubber stretches, hits a wall bounces back, and hits Luffy square in the face. You can’t not laugh at the poor baby.

Ace is still mad at Shanks though. Blaming him for Luffy’s new powers (and if this isn’t Buggy all over again. Blaming Shanks for his own decision to eat a devil fruit, though Luffy didn’t know)

Shanks has finally calmed down. Luffy is safe and relatively unharmed (though the devil fruit being harmful is debatable) he can finally figure out what’s been going on with his son. He also gets to introduce Mihawk to the boys. Ace is suspicious of everyone. Sabo is far too polite for a homeless boy, Shanks needs to figure this kid out. He has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with that dumb noble who was threatening his boy. And Luffy is full of wonder at anyone Shanks introduces.

He introduces Mihawk as a friend (they’ve never really put hard labels on their relationship. Not wanting others to use it against them) which gets some snickers and eye rolls from the crew. The older boys seem to catch them with a quickly traded glances, but they go right over Luffy’s head. All three boys are easily distracted by the rest of the sentence anyway. “This is my friend Dracula Mihawk. The world’s greatest swordsman.”

The boys are chaos. Sabo wants by to know how such a title is earned. Ace asking how many people he’s killed. Luffy asking is Mihawk is a part of Shanks’ crew. To which Mihawk answers them all in turn. “I killed the previous title holder. I’ve killed a lot of people. No.” The last one is the most uncomfortable question. He’s not part of Shanks crew, but that leads to the next question.

“Why not? Shanks is the best.” Luffy is more upset that he’s not in Shanks’ crew than finding out he’s killed ‘a lot’ of people.

And Mihawk can’t even argue with the kid. Shanks is the best. If he were to follow a captain he would chose Shanks. But he won’t ever tell the other man that because well…. “I prefer my freedom.” And Luffy seems to understand that. All the boys do. The same way Shanks understands.

Not many people would put up with a relationship like theirs. Mihawk knows plenty of pirates who have relations with people on shore. The pirate chasing freedom and their partner waiting for their return. He’s never wanted that. Never wanted the weakness a helpless stationary lover brings. But Shanks is anything but helpless and moves around more than Mihawk does. If he was ever going to commit to someone it would be Shanks, who could almost match him in strength. Who understood the call of the sea, the pull of a challenge and adventure. And who knows Mihawk won’t be tethered. He comes and goes as he pleases much the same as Shanks does. It works for them. (But will it work once kids are involved?)

Luffy just smiles at him and laughs. His hand coming to rest upon the famed straw hat as he smiles at the world’s greatest swordsman and says “one day I’m going to be king of the pirates! The freest man alive!”

And Mihawk gets it. Gets what Shanks sees in the boy. He’s crazy. But in the way Rogers was crazy. In the way that the world can’t take his joy and smile from him crazy. In he’s going to bend the world to his whim crazy. And Mihawk is going to love every second of watching him do it.

Ace punches him in the head and yell about not proclaiming that to just anyone. And the boy seems haunted by a knowledge his young age should afford him. He’s interesting. Mihawk catches Shanks’ eyes over the boys head and can tell his lover caught it to. There’s something off about these two older boys.

They spend about it a week on the island

Shanks spends the time catching up with Luffy and getting to know Ace and Sabo. More Sabo as Ace is still mad about the devil fruit and doesn’t trust Shanks at all.

He’s making some head way with Sabo though. The boy wants to be a writer and travel the world. He loves hearing about Shanks and the crew’s adventures. He’s making friends with in the crew. Especially with Benn and Yasopp. The former a steady presence and the latter full of stories. But Sabo has to agree with Luffy. Shanks is the best.

Shanks takes the boys up to his and Luffy’s hill at night. Ace drags his feet not wanting to come, but unwilling to leave his brothers alone with Shanks. Sabo and Luffy are thrilled. Shanks is telling them stories about the stars. He has Luffy and Sabo’s full attention. It’s only Ace who notices their shadow trailing them. Mihawk never joining the moment but close enough to make sure no danger could reach them. And it would almost be nice if Ace trusted either of these men.

One of the nights while watching the stars, Sabo lets it slip who his dad is. That he was the noble who had higher the pirates. That it’s his fault Luffy and Ace got hurt. Luffy and Ace are quick to comfort and reassure their brother that it’s not his fault, but Sabo is looking to Shanks. Waiting for the man to condemn the noble blood in his veins.

Shanks just smiles at the boy placing a hand on his shoulder. “What sort of life do you want?”

“I want to be free. I want to sail the world with my brothers. I don’t want to be a noble.” Sabo is quick. Wanting to convince the man in front of him that he’s not the monster that he knows nobles to be. That he’s a pirate just like his brother.

“Then free you will be.” Shanks turns his head just enough to catch Mihawks eye. It’s a short conversation. A raised eyebrow from Shanks ‘did you take care of this?’ A small smirk from Mihawk ‘already dealt with.’ Shanks quickly glances back at the boys before meeting Mihawk’s eyes again ‘he’s coming with us.’ A short head nod from Mihawk ‘of course.’

It takes the adults less than 10 seconds to have a full conversation. Shanks turns his attention back to the boys and smiles at Sabo. “You know you could always join my crew.” It’s said with a smile, warm and full of joy. It has a teasing lot to it. Shanks has learned never to show how much something means to him. If he keeps it light the outcome appears to not matter to him. It does. He wants Sabo to come with him. He wants Ace as well. But right now it’s a joke offer. A seed planted for when he truly offers.

Or so he thinks. Because Sabo’s face lights up. “Really?”

“Sure. Anchor’s already coming with us. You might as well join to.” Again Shanks keeps it light though he can see the excitement on both Sabo and Luffy’s faces.

“I’m still going with you!” Luffy is pumped. He was worried the devil fruit fiasco might have changed Shanks mind.

“Of course you’re still coming Anchor. We made a promise after all.” Shanks smiles as Luffy launches himself at his idol. Shanks laughs holding Luffy close, and opens his other arm of Sabo, who rushes in with out any hesitation. Is this what a dad is suppose to feel like? It a question going through all three of their heads.

But for Ace.

It’s white noise. His world stopped when Shanks offered Sabo a place on his crew. It shattered when Shanks revealed that Luffy was already leaving with him. The whole conversation has started to fade out for him. He can hear their laughter and excitement but it sounds so quite compared to his rapid breathing.

He’s losing them. His brothers. The only people in the world who know what a monster he is and love him anyways are leaving.

He can’t blame them. This encounter with the bluejams has just shown to Ace that he’s not strong enough to protect them. What good is he to them? Why should they stay with him? Why?

When they could have adventures with Shanks and his crew. Shanks who is strong enough to protect them. Who can offer them freedom in a way that Ace can’t. He’s losing them. He’s losing them and he can’t blame them for picking the better option. But he knows who he can blame.

He shoots to his feet drawling all of their attention. Luffy realizes what happening right before it does as he reaches out for his big brother “Ace.”

“I hate you. All of you. And I want nothing to do with you.” He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t think he could ever hate Luffy and Sabo, but Shanks. Ya he meant that one. He just says it because he knows it’s going to hurt them. Because he knows Luffy would never leave him unless Ace leaves first. And knows no matter how much this hurts him it’s what’s best for Sabo and Luffy. He takes off running and just misses Luffy reaching out for him.

Sabo and Luffy want to chase after him but Shanks keeps a tight hold. “It’s alright I’ll go get him.” He reassured the boys. Knowing he can find Ace by his haki signature faster than the two little boys in the woods can. Sabo is yelling that he doesn’t understand and Luffy is sobbing.

“No you don’t get it. Ace doesn’t think he should be alive.” Sabo yells out. “We’re all he has.” Shanks freezes. How? How can a child as young as Ace, who is ten years old, think so lowly of himself. Who told this child that they didn’t deserve to exist?.

Mihawk steps in to take Luffy and Sabo from Shanks. “I’ve got him. I promise I’ll bring him back.” Shanks swears to the boys.

He needs to move fast. Ace knows these woods better than him, but Shanks’ has some of the best haki in all of the new world. He can track this boy around the whole island, but that doesn’t mean he’ll reach him before something or someone else does. He knows this is his fault. He should have phased his offer to both boys. He wanted all three to come with him. But because of his phrasing he must have made Ace feel as though he was being left behind.

He needs to find Ace. Explain that all three boys are coming with him. That he wants Ace around. That Ace and his brothers are safe with him.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #portagas d. ace #revolutionary sabo #one piece sabo #asl brothers #asl trio #shanks is luffy’s dad okay.#shanks #dracule mihawk #mishanks

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catboypalug · 8 months

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You know, Mihawk’s appearance at the Baratie becomes extremely funny when you realize that it’s just. completely normal for him. This man regularly crosses the Grand Line just to eat at his favorite restaurant and destroys pirate fleets on a whim because they interrupted his nappytime. Suicidally overconfident swordsmen probably challenge him all the time. With the exception of the Strawhats, all that happened there was just a regular Tuesday for him

#one piece #op mihawk #dracule mihawk #baratie #east blue saga

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nerium-lil · 6 months

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Neko Noir, Fate of the All Blue Sea pt. 1 (pt.2)

Mihawk x neko reader/OC

Warnings: near drowning and recovery

The world was a blur of pain and cold. Waves battered her relentlessly, tossing her frail form to and fro. All she remembered was the desperation to survive, to find land. And so, in her panic, she took on her smaller, lighter, more agile form to the watery surroundings, a small black cat, hoping it might give her a better chance to survive the storm.

But as the cold and exhaustion took over, the woman felt herself losing control of her limbs from the over exertion. The waves, finally taking her under, the last thing she felt before everything went dark was the rough graze of a sandy shore beneath her.

The gentle waves that lapped against the shore of Kuraigana Island where misleading to someone not knowledgeable to the dangers of the sea. Mihawk, on one of his solitary walks after a hard workout with his treasured sword, discovered a very unexpected sight. A tiny, heavily injured black cat lay washed up on the sands, clearly battered by the seas unforgiving embrace.

He approached cautiously as to not startle the animal, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the fragile creature. Despite his stoic exterior, Mihawks heart had always held a quiet space for the helpless. Carefully bending down, he scooped the drenched feline into his hands being extra gentle as to not aggravate any injuries. He could feel its weakened heartbeat against his palms. "How did you end up here, little one?" Mihawk mused, carrying that cat towards his castle, the looming structure that stood sentinel against the island's wild elements.

The cat, feeling sudden warmth as a gentle heat began to seep into her weary bones alerted her to being held in the arms of a stranger. The world was still fuzzy, but she could sense that the person holding her radiated with power. Panicking slightly the woman tried to recall her human form, but her strength was completely depleted. Every attempt left her feeling overwhelmed with dizzying fatigue.

Without her ability to transform back, she could only give in to the whims of whoever had rescued her. With some difficulty the woman lifted her delicate neck to get a glimpse of who was holding her so gently to their chest. Her citrine like eyes locked onto the man's face above her. Feeling the attention of the feline, Mihawks keen eyes assessed the now awake feline in his arms. With a gentleness that belied his fierce reputation, he carefully adjusted his hold to better cradle the injured feline in his arms. Mihawk could feel the once weakened heart now begin to race in what he could only assume in fear. "Fear not, little one," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble.

Mihawk watched as the cat looked at him with almost human like intelligence, he witnessed emotions swim in its unique yellow like eyes, not unlike his own. He watched as the fear and caution changed into almost a look of resignation at being at the swordsman's mercy. He felt the moment the feline gave in to its exhaustion, its head falling back into his arms. Once inside the castle, he procured a soft towel, and gently set the cat down onto the fabric as close to the fireplace as safely possible. Its flames crackling with warmth, he let the fire do its job in warming the feline as he went to fetch a small bowl of fresh water and another of milk.

The cat, awake again due to being shifted around watched cautiously as the man left only to return moments later with two bowls in his hands. She hesitated at the sight of the fresh water, but the dryness in the back of her throat became too much to handle as she finally gave in. Mihawk looked on as she had hesitated before beginning to drink from the bowl of water but noticed that her piercing eyes never once left his figure in its caution.

The hours stretched into the night, and Mihawk, usually engrossed in his own thoughts, found himself observing the little creature, noting every breath, every movement. As darkness enveloped the castle, the woman heard the man whisper, "Survive, little one." The woman felt her walls begin to crumble at the words. His comfort, warmth and care making her feel safe enough to fully give into her need to sleep. MIhawk watched as the cat gave him one last look that resembled what could only be described as trust before its breathing evened out, asleep.

For days, the routine went unchanged. Mihawk would refresh the bowls, clean the cats' wounds, and often he would find himself sitting beside it, offering silent companionship. Slowly, the cat's strength began to return. Its once wary eyes started to show sparks of curiosity, and on the fourth day, he witnessed its attempt to stand, wobbling slightly but determined.

As the days had passed in a slight haze for the woman, snippets of consciousness finally revealed who her savior was. Between the piercing gaze, and the distinct eyes, she realized that it was none other than Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman who had been nursing her back to health. Now that revelation had been a bit overwhelming for a moment. She had felt his care, the gentle way he had tended to her.

Nights were the hardest. The soft glow of the fireplace illuminated Mihawks face, revealing depths of emotions she longed to dive into. During these moments she would feel his fingers run through her fur, the gentle strokes that sent warmth throughout her body, making her wish she could hold his hand in return. But with each passing day, as strength slowly returned, hope blossomed. The woman trapped within the cat's shape, knew that the moment of her revealing her true form was nearing. Until then, she took solace in Mihawks presence, eagerly awaiting the day she could look into his eyes, not as a feline, but as an equal.

Under the cover of night, Mihawk found himself begin to talk to the cat, his usually stoic demeanor softening. "Youve got a fighters spirit," he'd murmur, noticing the cats' efforts to move again. At other times, while pouring wine, he'd muse aloud, "I wonder what stories you hold, little one, the sea can be quite cruel can't it?"

The cat, for her part seemed to listen intently, her eyes sometimes clouding with emotions that to Mihawk seemed.... reminiscent of a human. Mihawk often caught it gazing at him, its stare intense, as if trying to communicate, to break through some unseen barrier.

One evening, as they sat by the fireplace, the felines soft purring harmonizing with the crackling flames, Mihawk whispered, "I don't know why, but I feel you understand me. More than anyone else has in a very long time. You're my silent little confidant, aren't you?" He chuckled softly, "Perhaps I've been alone in this castle for too long." He felt a strange comfort in the cat's presence. The way it would nuzzle against him, its tiny body radiating warmth, made the vast, echoing castle feel a little less lonely. Yet, there were moments when he'd catch a certain tilt of the cat's head, a particular gleam in its eyes that made him wonder. Could it truly understand him?

The woman trapped in her feline form, hung onto every word. There were moments when she wanted to scream her frustration, to tell him that she was there, listening, understanding. The depth of her emotions often threatened to overwhelm her, but she continued to hold onto the hope that someday soon, she'd break through this silent prison.

One morning, noticing that supplies were running low, Mihawk got ready to leave for a nearby town for a supply run, the light tug on his cloak made him stop in his tracks. He looked down, only to find the cat, its vibrant yellow eyes pleading, as if asking not to be left alone. With a soft sigh, Mihawk gently lifted it, allowing the feline to curl around his shoulders, its warmth a welcome contrast to the cold sea breeze.

She knew it had been a gamble to tug on his jacket, but the thought of being alone in that large castle was too anxiety inducing. She had just started to get better, and being near the swordsman made her feel safe while being in such a vulnerable and weakened state. While nestled on Mihawks shoulders, the world seemed different to the woman, almost serene. The rhythmic sway of his strides, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, all resonated in comforting sync with her heartbeat. But what captivated her most was the scent that enveloped her being so close to his neck. It was a unique blend that was distinctly Mihawk.

The aroma of heady spices wafted around her, drawing her in. Notes of cedarwood, reminiscent of ancient forests and untrodden paths, mingled with the sharper scent of cloves and perhaps a hint of black pepper. It was a scent that spoke of distant lands, fierce battles, and quiet moments by the fireplace. 'How many shores has he walked upon to gather such a unique blend?' She mused, breathing him in. The warm undertone of amber made her think of nights under the stars.

Being this close, wrapped around his shoulders, she could also detect the underlying scent that was purely Mihawk- the smell of steel, sweat, and the open sea. It was an intoxicating mix that made her feel safe, knowing that she was in the company of someone formidable yet so gentle. As the wind ruffled her fur and the sea breeze mingled with Mihawks unique scent, she closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her. 'If memories had a scent,' she pondered, 'this would be the one I'd cherish the most.' The smell of safety, adventure, and a bond that's growing stronger with each passing moment.

The townsfolk, accustomed to the enigmatic swordsman's visits, were taken aback by his new companion. But Mihawk, with his usual nonchalance and stoic like behavior, went about his purchases, the cat purring softly against his ear. The townsfolk couldn't help but steal glances, their murmurs a soft undercurrent to the bustling market sounds. From her perch, the cat observed the world around her with a keen interest. The vibrant stalls with their array of colors, the sounds of haggling, children running around, the enticing aroma of street food.

Yet, amidst the chaos, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace, securely wrapped around Mihawk. She could feel the muscles of his shoulders move under her, the strength and grace in every step he took on the uneven cobble stone road below him. Every now and then, he would reach up, a finger gently stroking her, ensuring that she was still comfortable. That simple touch spoke volumes, reinforcing their unique bond.

Some children approached; their eyes wide in wonder. "Mister, is that your cat?" One asked, hesitantly reaching to touch the black cat's soft looking furr. Mihawk nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Yes, she's with me." Throughout their walk, they were met with surprise, admiration, and curiosity. While many were familiar with Mihawks prowess, few had seen this gentle side of him. Shopkeepers offered their freshest fish, children tried to play with cats' tail that she would flick away to their amusement, and elderly woman shared stories of their own beloved felines.

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Mihawk made his way back to his boat. The cat, feeling the days adventures catch up to her, nuzzled closer, her purring a soft lullaby to the world.

Once the pair reached the castle, instead of placing the feline on the usual towel by the fireplace, Mihawk, in a rare moment of impulse, decided to take her to his own chambers not yet ready to part with the animal's warmth. Ensuring that the room was sufficiently warm, he gently set her down onto his bed massive bed while he went through his quick routine of getting ready for bed. Once done, he gently laid beside her sleeping form, pulling the covers over them both.

Hours later, the woman began to stir. Disoriented, she blinked a few times, trying to grasp her surroundings as her last memory was of being on the boat. Her gaze was met by an expanse of tanned, bare chest, rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The soft thud of a heartbeat resonated in her ears as she realized she was snugly tucked under Mihawks arm, her feline body pressed against his side.

For a moment, panic took over. "Oh! oh, furballs!" She had certainly not expected to wake in such a compromising position, even if she was in a cat form, she was still a woman dammit! She attempted to slowly and quietly wriggle out without waking the man, but as fate would have it, Mihawk chose that moment to turn in his sleep, trapping her even more securely against him.

A soft purr of frustration escaped her. Meanwhile, Mihawk, in his sleep induced haze, felt the felines struggles. Without fully waking, he mumbled, "Stay still... go back to sleep," and pulled her even closer, making the feline to be placed practically on top of his naked chest. The woman, frozen at her new predicament was left with no choice but to wait for a chance to escape, but as the initial shock wore off, the humor of the situation was not lost on her. "Well," she thought with a chuckle, "I guess there are worse places to be trapped than in the embrace of the world's greatest swordsman."

Morning would bring its own problems, but for now, the cat decided to make the most of the unexpected situation, nestling into Mihawks warmth and drifting back to sleep.

#one piece #mihawk x reader #op mihawk #dracule mihawk #original character #x reader

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 1 month

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How do you think it’s most possible way of shuggy getting together rn? How could cross guild react to that info? I think shanks would lost mihawks respect so fast

hm... the thing is, i think buggy is still pretty angry with shanks. and shanks… well, he's acting less passively than he used to, but that seems to be in service of a long established goal; idk if that change in behavior extends to interpersonal stuff. it's hard to picture either of them taking the necessary first step to even see each other again, let alone get together.

so let's have chance take that first step for them.

the easiest way to make it happen is through their common goal: the one piece. there are only so many different paths to take to get there, and at some point all of them will intersect. whether it's finding that burn-scarred man, or the second-to-last island, or on laugh tale itself, at some point the paths merge, and if the timing works out, they can reunite.

now, that reunion probably starts messy—especially if buggy’s been stewing over why shanks is going after the one piece now, when he refused all those years ago—but i think, regardless of the content of the conversation, seeing buggy again sparks an idea in shanks. after all this time apart, to run into each other twice in as many years, both times connected to their captain’s legacy? (his son, and then his treasure?) it almost feels fated. like captain roger is pushing them together…

and so, on something like a whim, shanks’ plans change, just a little. pursuing the one piece and buggy simultaneously could be tricky, if they weren’t all heading the same direction. but since they are, it’s trivial to arrange to run into him again, to have gifts on hand, compliments prepared, an afternoon to kill.

buggy takes a while to pick up on what’s happening. at first he thinks shanks is trying to distract him, to trick him into losing sight of his goal… then, as the old longing wells up inside him like high tide, as he realizes how much he wants it to be real, he thinks shanks knows, and he’s being mocked.

i don’t know what it is that makes him see shanks is being sincere. it would be very funny if mihawk or crocodile was the one to make him face facts, but i can’t quite figure out why or how it would happen that way.

suffice to say, he realizes, has a little freakout, and the next time shanks just so happens to be at the same port as buggy they have it out. there’s shouting, buggy’s body falls apart in a rage, more shouting, a very frustrated love confession, kissing, more shouting, more kissing. very messy, but ultimately a happy resolution.

and this is either a completely private conversation or happening in front of both of their crews and one of big news morgans’ reporter-photographers. i’m also 50-50 on whether they come out of the conversation as allies in the one piece hunt or more competitive about it than ever.

either way, mihawk and crocodile have been a reluctant, unwilling captive audience to buggy’s side of things, so the get-together does not take them by surprise. i think crocodile is pretty fed up with all of it—he doesn’t give a shit about the one piece or shanks, why is so much of his time being occupied by one or both of them—and mihawk is just… drinking more. he lost most of his respect for shanks a while ago, when he first connected the dots between the old friend shanks used to reminisce about when he got too drunk after a duel and buggy. this is just… new lows being discovered, lol.

#asked and answered #one piece #shuggy #*shuggy reconciliation #*endgame speculation #…technically #cross guild #i guess they are present

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ask-the-shichibukai · 6 months

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OPLA AU: do you remember that masterpiece of live action history we saw in ep 5 when Captain Usopp entertained Mihawk with his tales for Oda knows how long in the Baratie? That's my totally-ignoring-the-timeline take on that.

Karaibari island (Crossguild HQ), 5 a.m, Crocodile's office:

Mihawk (carrying Usopp tied from head to toe on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes): Crocodile, I request you to enlist this young man in our ranks as the main source of my the crew's entertainment. Unlike the clown, he's actually funny.

Crocodile: Oh, really? So it's true what they say about you going around adopting idiots like a duck-mom. That brat you brought here even looks and sounds like a drunk moron, so why should I oblige your request?

Mihawk: Because if you don't I'll find another way to relieve my boredom that is not your precious organization. And then, just out of spite, I'll go free Doflamingo from Impel Dawn and send him your way.

Crocodile (still severely sleep deprived): You can't keep on using this threat to get me to agree to your whims forever, you bastard! (a glare contest and awkward silence later) Okay strawhat's brat, you can start tomorrow! But forget about any form of payment until you'll have thoroughly proven to me that you are not a fraud!

Usopp (still drunk): Ehh where am I? Why am I tied? Who are you guys?? Heeeeelp!!!

#opla verse #where Mihawk dragged Usopp kicking and screaming to an island in the middle of nowhere because Usopp is funny #Crocodile is NOT amused #THE 'for fuck's sake Mihawk it's the goddamn 5 am in the morning! Let me sleep! And stop collecting moronic strays!' LEVEL of not amused #opla #one piece live action #one piece #mihawk #crocodile #usopp #crossguild #cross guild #ask the shichibukai

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ideas-4-stories · 1 month

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I dunno if you like age regression topics (the coping mechanism, not the magical fictional one but either work for this concept)

But like. Buggy regressing in some way, shape or form. It's set during Cross Guild, on Karai Bari, and his closest friends know vaguely of it, maybe, or they know Something happens every once in a while where Buggy will put them in charge with strict orders to not bother him.

Crocodile and Mihawk are not beholden to those orders.

So it happens while they're there, and they decide to go look into it and find Buggy, little and small and curled up tightly with his fingers dug so tightly into his hair that it's a wonder how he hasn't yanked full handfuls out yet ((He has, his Devil Fruit just reconnects them)). Crocodile is taken aback by the Off Vibes. Mihawk is staring, head tilted slightly because the clown's energy is locked down even tighter than usual but it's juvenile, it feels like a child, a little child absolutely choked with terror.

That is what settles the matter for him, and so he sets aside Yoru, walks over and kneels on the floor before Buggy, voice soft as he tries to get the other's attention. He asks before touching, his hands are gentle when he gets consent to reach out, he is clear and broadcasting all of his movements as he goes.

Buggy is still shaking, but the mumbling has slowed. His breathing is still uneven, but it has eased up slightly.

Crocodile doesn't quite know what to do and so goes to get a cup of water. He adds a straw on a whim.

Mihawk holds the cup steady as they gently get buggy to drink, his hands still shaking, tears still flowing.

This is the first time they see Buggy small and vulnerable. This is thus the first time they ask him to come to one of them when it happens. Neither will admit to being a bit soft on the clown, let alone being soft in general, but no child should have to be scared and alone.

Buggy then breaks their hearts when he shakes his head, rubs his eyes, and says "but 'm always 'lone when 'm sad...?"

Mihawk breathes in slowly, fighting a grimace. "You shouldn't need to be, Buggy. It's okay to ask for help when you... feel like this."

"But unc'a Rayray said 's bad."

"It isn't," Crocodile says simply. "You can ask for help. Hell, come to one of us when you feel all... off, like this or otherwise. We're here, yeah? Might as well be here for this too. No big deal."

Buggy sniffles a little, then he just hums. He lets Mihawk finger brush his hair, rocking slightly in place. Crocodile makes a big show of complaining and groaning as he sits down on the floor, earning a wane smile and a teary giggle. He smirks at the success.

They sit with Buggy until he eventually does off, and then Crocodile picks him up and Mihawk helps tuck him into the bed.

They decide to keep a closer eye on the other moving forward.

The beginning of it all is rocky at best. Buggy has had decades of time to internalize that his shifts are BAD and thus not okay or acceptable. He's also surprisingly stubborn when push comes to shove, so reworking a new routine is like pulling teeth from a bear.

They make it work though.

Buggy's regression isn't all sunshine and daisies, but it's also not always stressful and tearful. Mihawk never took himself for a man who was good with children, but he secretly dubs Buggy an exception. Buggy is usually ALL of his exceptions.

Crocodile meanwhile is very much sold on Not Liking Kids. They deserve to be cared for and protected, yeah, but prolonged contact with one is exhausting. He just isn't built for that. He doesn't like kids. He will tolerate Buggy, big or little, because of his own agenda, not because he likes the brat. No, really, stop smirking Mihawk, he is SERIOUS-

Buggy is just bamboozled by it all.

I��ve heard about Age Regression a few times as in the coping mechanism, I didn’t know there was a fantasy or magical fictionalized version of age regression… is it the thing of characters turning into kids? That’s all I can think is the things it could be, I don’t know how Buggy will regress. That’s up to the writer if anyone wants to write it.

I would think Cabaji knows a lot about it, because I headcanon that he knows Buggy the longest. Mohji, Richie, and most of the original crew would know about it. I don’t know about Alvida and Galdino; they might vaguely know about it, or they do know about it.

Of course, Crocodile and Mihawk are going to ignore what Buggy asked, so they go to find him. Only to find Buggy freaking out alone. Love that Mihawk feels Buggy’s energy like a child. That’s interesting while Crocodile just feels Off-Vibes. Crocodile and Mihawk go and help the clown during this, so he can calm down and talk to them about what’s happening.

Love that both, Mihawk and Crocodile tells Buggy to come to one of them when this happens again. I wonder if someone had to tell them what was happening or do they know about this condition.

Not Rayleigh telling Buggy that it’s bad to do, I wonder the reason behind that. From what I know about the coping mechanism, it’s not really something people can control. Wondering if it’s because the crew didn’t know what to do, so Rayleigh made sure to tell Buggy to stay away from people when in this state. It's set to keep him safe from people that might exploit Buggy in this state. I don’t know, love that Crocodile tells Buggy that it’s okay to come and ask for help.

It’s cute that Crocodile made a big show of complaining while Mihawk just brushes Buggy’s hair with his fingers. Mihawk and Crocodile agreeing to keep closer eye on Buggy, I like to think they just made eye-contact and nodded with each other, without saying anything.

Of course, it isn’t all sunshine and daisies, that’s not how kids are and reworking a new routine for Buggy is hard. The clown is very stubborn, I’m glad they made it work.

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swampstew · 11 months

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Meet the Kid Pirates HR Director/Emotional Support Human ~ Heat

Ok, look I get it. The Kid Pirates look raving mad and chaotic. I don’t blame you for feeling nervous when you see one up close and personal. They’re tall, loud, violent, and brash, and their outfits! I swear to you though, Heat is by FAR the least aggressive out of ALL of them. Unless you’re an enemy, in which case Heat will roast you like a rotisserie chicken. Within the crew though? He’s the man! He looks a bit like a ghoul, but he’s a ghoul with a heart of gold. He’s Heat the Director of HR.

Meet the Master Strategist Strategist 🡢 ☠️ Meet your Vice-Captain 🡢 ☠️ Meet your Captain -> ☠️

When he’s in work mode, Heat takes his job seriously. With Wire’s assistance, the two run ship operations on behalf of Kid and Killer. They assign tasks to the crew, keep the ship up to Kid’s standards, and handle all the micro inconveniences of being a Captain that Kid doesn’t like want to do.

Since Heat’s super power is his empathy – no, not his fire breathing though that is also very useful – he’s the person who everyone comes to talk to. Be it professional advice, personal help, talk the shit, whatever, Heat is always down to clown or just talk to people. He’s a laid back guy, bit of a people pleaser, who enjoys other peoples company for the most part; unlike his three comrades who are more introverted than him, the guy with deep scars engrained in his face and neck.

Heat loves to party. Any reason is a good one to cut loose, get drunk, over indulge in Killer’s cooking, and have fun. A pirate’s life is grueling as it is awesome, so Heat tries to live every day to the fullest. You can also attribute his laid back attitude to all the weed he smokes. He’s Wire’s best customer! Sober or not sober, Heat’s attitude is the same either way. He might have a melancholy face but the dude is the nicest son of a gun on the entire ship. He once admitted that the crew is his family and being a pirate is everything he ever wanted, that’s why he’s so happy all the time. Awww.

As talented as he is with complex feelings and crew management, Heat also has another super skill. No its still not the fire breathing. The man can do hair. Have you seen his flawless locs? He twists them himself and has been for years. He’s the unofficial hair stylist on the crew for anyone needing help dying their hair. What, you thought the baby blue was natural? HAH. His outfit of choice was of course, like everyone else on the crew, created with an assist by Wire. That’s his bro. His bro would never let him leave the house ship looking like an idiot.

Oh my gods ok enough with the fire breathing, I know you want to know! The truth is…shrugs shoulders…its just a thing he does. He doesn’t have a devil fruit power and he’s pretty positive he wasn’t cursed by a Witch. Ever since he was a wee lad, Heat has had the gift of fire breathing. It does come in handy, its saved his life plenty of times before he was a pirate and before he was a gang leader too.

No one on this ship had a happy childhood. If they had happy childhoods, do you think they’d be sailing around the world with someone who is basically their hotheaded, younger brother with a higher body count than Dracule Mihawk, and actually take orders from him? Fucking ridiculous. Everyone's emotional irregulation and anger issues means Heat's work is never done. His therapist cup runneth over.

He's the person you can relate to the most out of the top brass, the one who handles most internal conflicts within the crew that are not Boss-related incidents. Heat is compassionate but it doesn’t make him a pushover. He’s The Guy who enforced the word BOUNDARIES on the Victoria Punk just so the Captain couldn’t bully the fuck out of everyone smaller than him. Those peaceful and lull moments on the ship? Your bedroom door not being kicked down on Kid’s every whim? Yeah, thank Heat for those.

Heat's heart and soul are devoted to Kid and the crew, don't ever underestimate what he'd do or who he'd cut down to honor their pride.

Welcome to the crew and practice your breathing exercises!

#one piece heat #reader/you as in you are being recruited to the crew #one piece #swampstew.daydreams #swampstew #eustass captain kid #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid #swampstew stories #kid pirates #kid pirate headcanons #one piece wire #welcome to the crew #massacre soldier killer #kid pirate nakama #heat one piece

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erasermist · 8 months

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One Piece Live Action Season 1 Stream of Consciousness (Spoilers):

This will be a suuuuper long post and will literally be a random string of thoughts and will probably make no sense as a lot will be without context. Maybe just random lines that I enjoy and random gifs that just showcase the random points I like but enjoy

Episode 1

I love this. I love that they didn’t make it the exact same. And having watched the anime, it just makes the subtle hints amazing and when they mention something that wasn’t brought up till later *chefs kiss*. Like they showed Zoro being recruited by Baroque Works when they didn’t even mention that till they were in the grand line I think.

And all of the small hints to the characters like when you saw Cabaji in the scene before he was actually introduced. That’s one of my favorite types of foreshadowing.

Luffy supporting Koby’s dream will always be awesome. And Luffy comforting Koby after see the bad marines is so kind of him. I love him.

The casting is perfect. Luffy. Zoro. Nami.

Nami is me. Everything goes wrong “This is fine.”

OH MY GOD!! Buggy!!

Episode 2

Buggy is just a great performer!

This is gonna get repetitive I know, but they are all such amazing actors and actresses!!

“Cut you down to size.” 😂😂

SHANKS!!!

Episode 3

“Stupid clown” Zoro’s hate of Buggy is hilarious

Already the crew (“not a crew”) are supporting Luffy’s whims haha

“Fans have gotten so toxic” I love this characterization of Buggy

I’m liking how this is a little darker than the anime was. And I love how they are introducing bounty characters. It’s so cool!

Zoro gets thrown in the well 😂😂 And Koby popping up at the end like that was very cool. Love the music they play throughout everything. It’s really making the show better

Episode 4

Zoro is my favorite. He already was in the anime, but it’s definitely true for the live action as well 🥰

MURDER MANSION!!!

Zoro’s lack of direction sense has finally been shown!

The grandpa revel being much earlier in this version 😂😂😂

Episode 5

“You just call that guy grandpa?” Oh Zoro, just wait for it 😭😭 and then his “talk” with Luffy after the fight.

Luffy sniffing his way to the good!!

Omg! This Sanji has so much class and the immediate jokes the rest pull on Nami after he leaves 😂 I feel bad for those who haven’t watched the anime. They are gonna think Sanji is this slick cool character (and he is) but they are gonna realize he isn’t that… smooth. But look at him… I forgive him and support all his decisions

Mihawk is just so bored. “You woke me from my nap”

Koby is playing a much bigger part than I thought he was gonna. And standing up to Garp like that.

Mihawk “though I do like your hat” 😍 I love this man!

Episode 6

Luffy just wants Zoro to get better 😌

Poor baby Sanji screaming for the ship

And again with the foreshadowing with the story of Mont Blanc Noland

They really have changed the way this goes. Arming came to them and Don Krieg died by Mihawk earlier. Not too mad about it though. I think it flows better with the way they made the show. Like I said it’s a little darker and I’m liking it. It’s different but a good different.

Also yum! lookie! Very respectfully of course but still

And there Zoro is being a great first mate vowing to stand by Luffy’s side!!! Done differently but still so beautiful! Tears!!!

Zoro: “Why are we bringing the waiter?” Usopp: “Cause we can’t boil water” 😂😂 Zoro so much happened while you were asleep

Luffy just pulls out Buggy’s head for a bag!!

Episode 7

The chains in Nani’s map room… this is gonna be sad

Nami is trying so hard to mean all the mean things. I’m gonna cry just like when I watch the anime. I just know it.

Zoro’s constant side eye of Sanji is awesome and very in character

Oh lovely. I somehow didn’t realize I would have to watch all the sad things in another format. It didn’t really connect that

And Zoro being first mate again. That’s always gonna be my favorite thing. Even when it’s for sad moments

Nami’s screams… that was so real and heart wrenching and that “help me” scene was so on point. The one scene that was practically the same and it was the one that causes tears 🥲

Episode 8

The blood and chains and pain little Nami had to go through

“Finally I get to cut something” Zoro is so done with emotions 😂 he just wants to do what he does best

So I’ve thought this from the first time I watched Arlong, but why would he think a revolution started from the “weakest” sea have any traction. I get “plot” reasons, but still….

“Round Two, Arlong.” Yes Luffy! Go!

Buggy! That was so funny! I love this Buggy!!

And Zoro’s immediate response “Fucking clown” 😂😂😂😂 I love this so much y’all

Go Usopp!!! “No one’s around to see it. It’s okay. They’ll believe me” loved it the first time I saw it, love it now too.

Sanji gets kicked backwards and Zoro just casually walks out of the way and around him. I’m so glad they are still the same Zoro and Sanji as ever 😭

Sanji says that all the best fighters call out their finishing moves and Zoro immediately gets flashbacks to Luffy saying the exact same thing!!

The Garp and Luffy confrontation!!!

“Be a good Marine.” “Be a good Pirate.” Love them.

The barrel scene!!! Yes!!!

And the sneak peak at Smoker!!

I absolutely loved this!!! I need a full adaptation of the entire show and I need them to keep the same cast for them all!!

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #iñaki godoy #mackenyu #emily rudd #jacob romero gibson #taz skylar #jeff ward #steven john ward #peter gadiot #morgan davies #aidan scott #vincent regan #one piece live action spoilers #spoilers

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whereistheonepiece · 3 months

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Okay, time to talk about my One Piece ships and why I ship them while I wait on my laundry.

Not in any particular order.

Zosan- The Zosan seed sprouted in Arlong Park. Zoro grinned when he saw Sanji kick someone through the wall. Then that Chopper King of Beasts movie happened and they hyped each other up behind each other's backs and I was like, "Boyfriends!" I also like argumentative assholes who respect each other and become soft for each other.

Lawbin- Started as a whim. Started out as a stray thought that often happens when I like two characters I also happen to think are hot. But then an anon saw my stray musings and was like "Yes, join us!" And then I entered ship hell because I became obsessed with them and had no one to talk to about them. And the ideas were a little sad. And then I wrote a fic to figure out how they might work out in canon and I was like "God, these two make so much sense."

Buggyshanks (I don't like their official ship name sry)- One specific piece of fanart and they clicked in my head.

Usolu- They were a side pairing in a Zosan fanfic. It just made sense.

Usona- Same as Usolu.

Lusona (Luffy/Usopp/Nami)- Usopp has two hands.

Chakapell- I liked their dynamic. I liked coming up with headcanons for what their romance would look like. They're mature adults (not mature as in a euphemism for old, but mature as in fully mentally and emotionally developed) and sometimes one wants a mature romance.

Frobin- Everyone ships Frobin. I think I saw fanart and was like, "Well, yes." So they weren't a ship that jumped out at me while watching Enies Lobby, but some of my fav ships didn't jump out at me immediately.

Namivivi- They're cute. Why else does anyone else ship them?

Cavenlaw- Cavendish was very gallant with Law when Law was in need. I like seeing someone be so princely with our emo prince.

Cavenlawbin- Law has two hands. Robin has more than two hands. Robin can clone herself, actually. I'm just really attracted to these three characters and already ship 2/3 dynamics of it. Actually Cavendish/Robin is lurking in the back of my mind. Waiting to get me.

Other dynamics I like but I'm not unwell for or just really emotionally invested in:

Buggy/Galdino- They are friends with benefits.

Buggy/Alvida- Dumb man + mean lady who isn't as smart as she thinks she is. Failcouple energy. I think it was a fic that fully converted me.

Hanvida (Hancock/Alvida)- Good art. Good fics. Disappointed there isn't more fic.

Smohina (Smoker/Hina)- Smoker is a gruff, no-nonsense man who lets her call him "Smoker-kun." They have history. They're hot. Yes.

Viola/Robin aka Violin- Sexy. Hell, let's throw Law in there.

Buggycule aka Cross Guild + Shanks- Centered around Buggy. CG is funny but I like the idea of two hardened assholes like Croc and Mihawk catching feelings for the poor little meow meow that is Buggy. Plus Shanks has to be there. Buggy and his three weed smoking girlfriends.

Corabug- Cute fanart. Cora-san would be good for Buggy.

I think that covers it. You'll also see me reblog ships that didn't make it on here because I like nice fanart.

#my ships

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silverinkbottle · 2 months

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Chapter 4: Off/ On

A/N: The little world of your passionate affair is starting to fall apart, the cause of trouble in paradise? Bed rest.

Previous chapter here

Content Warning: Sexual content ahead! Oral Sex Female, hair-pulling, fingering, masturbation. Canon typical violence.

Word Count:6.3K

You hated bed rest. It made you ill-tempered, restless, and above all painfully self-aware. The sheer brittleness of the human body as each breath made your ribs ache. Worst of all was Mihawk’s nonchalant attitude about the entire situation. Even now in the quiet of the afternoon, your head perched on his thigh all but radiating exasperation was met with a sigh, the folding of newspaper as he tossed it on the table.

“Now whatever is the matter”

Off

Flat tone. The cool expression as you clenched your jaw trying to find the right words. A mere man trying to peel back the layers of hesitation without making you retreat into your metaphorical shell. You knew better than most that Dracule Mihawk seemed to have two distinct modes, off was lax, patient, and willing to indulge in the little tasks of daily life. A man before the myth. The quiet fondness in his gaze as your words came out coarsely, but honest. A good start.

“Why are you with me?”

The words tumbled out of your mouth without a second thought. Your cheeks burned at the naive idea, worsening still as Mihawk’s soft laughter filled the quiet. Aching ribs protested as you arched upward to grab his shirt collar, pain flickering over your features from the movement. His laughter faded as he noted the seriousness of your expression. A weary sigh slipped from him as he was quick to maneuver you into a far more comfortable position. Your back against the couch as he carefully hovered above you, piercing gaze making it impossible to look anywhere else.

“I swear if you say it’s because of the sex-”

“I wasn’t aware we were having sex at this moment, Dove. Yet, I’m still here.” Mihawk drawled as his face leaned closer to yours. Mere centimeters away you were quick to meet him in an annoyingly short kiss. All too familiar frustration prickled at your mood as he retreated out of reach.

“I’m being serious.” You hissed as Mihawk rolled his eyes at your insistence. He had created this issue, leaving you with your thoughts as he played nurse-maid.

“Because of your remarkable stubbornness. It’s surprisingly endearing watching you gnaw at a bone of a topic. Once it’s presented to you.” Mihawk admitted fondly as you could feel your cheeks heat at the sincerity. Stubborn, huh?

“Or should I say your drive? Once you set your sights on something, it’s near impossible to redirect that energy. Despite the many efforts of outsiders, you can’t help yourself. It’s both frustrating and admirable.”

The praise curled around your head like the rasping purr of a domestic cat. The faintest hint of a wry smile on your lips as Mihawk had a point. When caught in a zealous mindset, you throw caution to the wind without a second thought. The rewards outweigh the risks at the smallest tip of the scale. Reckless, ambitious, and selfish, are all traits that could be applied to you when lost in your whims.

“It’s what made me curious at first. During our first meeting, you were quick to take control of the situation.”

“Mihawk, what else was I supposed to do at the moment? Ignore the pressing issue of several corpses where men stood a mere second ago. Disregard the gore-covered Warlord that looked seconds away from passing out on my ship’s deck.” You pressed as Mihawk’s eyes rolled at your exaggeration.

It wasn’t though. It was all true as you had forced yourself to speak out amidst the shocked crowd. Offering the warlord a bath and resting in your quarters while your instincts screamed at you for the blunt proposition. Like accidentally hooking a shark instead of a fat fish, but trying to reel it in regardless. So, you kept your word as hot steam drifted out the open windows, doing your best to ignore the splash of water over your floors.

“All for the chance to taper off a dangerous situation. Trying to appraise each passing second without having to act on it-”

“Almost like I excelled at reading body language, even from someone as muted as you were.” You said pointedly as you kept your tone even. He was giving you far too much credit. Past you were mere minutes from being spooked when the Warlord’s gaze settled on you through the steam. Wanting nothing more than to flee with your tail between your legs

“But you kept your bearings, only asking if I wished for anything else. Even though I may have just ruined your brothel’s reputation by my mere presence”

“You give me too much credit, even a daft girl would find it favorable to be in the good graces of a Warlord-”

“Despite the risk-”

“Yes.”

There was that rare smile of Mihawk’s that made your heart race. Goosebumps ghosted over your skin as his hand stoked your reddened cheeks. Calloused fingers flirted over your twitching pulse as it bounced with your increasing heartbeat. The strong pull of his hand in yours as he eased you up from the sofa. Slowly lowering you down onto your bed the air shifted to a heavier mood.

On.

A man acting on sheer instinct alone. The one that wanted to coax all your little weaknesses out into the open and tame them. His words in arguments cut as sharp as the blade he wielded if required. Maneuvering you this way and that until you found yourself cornered to face the blunt truth. Some called it selfish, others called it cunning, but you knew Mihawk liked the little bits of chaos that could be found on the open sea. Allowing the hunter to watch as life changed the shape of prey into something more worthy of tracking down. A pirate in a cynic’s jaded perspective.

“My.” The soft pressure of the mattress curled around you as you sank into it. Mihawk’s form above you as his thumb unbuttoned the top of your blouse.

“Clever.” Another button.

“Impatient.” The word came out with a low chuckle as you squeezed your legs together. Trying to ignore the slow-burning want in your gut as you knew Mihawk’s actions would slow to a snail’s pace if you rushed him.

“Stubborn.” Fondness as he undid the last button of your blouse revealing the black lace beneath. A dull weapon of seduction in a last-ditch effort to escape your imposed bedrest. The faint spark of lust in his eyes as his hand slipped under the sheer fabric to fondle your right breast. The twitch in the corner of his mouth as your form shuddered in want.

“Greedy.” Your hips twitched longingly as he reached for the button on your trousers. Clicking his tongue disapprovingly you wiggled impatiently. Your faint whine sounded all the louder in the quiet of the room as the cool air whispered over your bare legs.

“Oh fuck-

“Paramour.” His final word edged over your curse as his teeth caught the side of the lace ribbon on your hip. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sheets as you watch the knot grow smaller and smaller. Even that slight movement seemed to make him pause as you glared at his amused head shake. Any further protests from you turned into a quiet battle of wills as his gaze burned into yours.

A quiet request. Just let go.

“We do need to work on your guard. You are showing all your cards right now, Dove.” Mihawk purred against your throat, pressing a warm kiss to your racing pulse. All you could manage was a strangled noise as you were all too aware of your twitching walls. Hot heat waiting to be breached by something, anything would do at this point.

“Cheater.” He wasn’t playing fair in the slightest. You felt like a rope about to snap after days of being treated like some vestal virgin.

Mihawk was dragging this out to a mind-numbing degree as his breath ghosted over your stomach. Strong hands curling over your thighs to spread your legs further apart. The cool exposure sent tingles down your spine as you smothered a moan with your hand. Mihawk’s gaze darkened with lust at the soft sound as his face rubbed against the soft curls above your mound. His hands tugged at your wrists to pull your palm away from your lips, wanting to watch you fall apart. The anticipation twisted in your lower half as you tried to sort out the little remaining logical thoughts in your head. It was like fighting the rising tide as Mihawk’s kiss on your right hip shredded that last bit of resolve.

“Since I am winning, as you put it in this little game. I have one restriction. You can’t move. I don’t want you to aggravate your-”

“Yes, yes, please just-” Your rushed promises turned into a faint whimper as a hot tongue darted over your wanting clit. He always did have to have the last word as you doubted could even manage any sort of language now. Not when he was looking up at you like this, watching your expression shift from irritation to yearning as your quiet defiance turned to soft pants. A hitch in your breathing as his angle changed. Pressing your heated face into the cool surface of the pillow his soft grip on your chin made you look back down.

Ecstasy rose and retreated as each wet stroke danced over your sensitive bundle of nerves. A sharp hiss of air through your teeth as he grazed over the impossibly sensitive tissue with his teeth when your hips twitched. The restraint on your thighs prevented you from retreating as you tried to shy away from the mounting pleasure. Wanting the build-up to last a tiny bit longer your panting turned into a choked sob when his tongue swept over your soaked core.

“Mihawk, Mihawk.” His name fell like a chant from your lips as his tongue brushed over your throbbing walls, his nails digging into your skin as he caught the sweet taste of your orgasm on his tongue.

His earlier warning felt like it was centuries ago as you curled up to him, nails sinking into his scalp to pull him closer to your core. Wanting nothing more than for him to stay there even for all the treasure in the world. The sheer pleasure overrode any twinge of pain in your ribs as you could hear your heartbeat throb in your ears. As compliant as a doll he forced you flat with the smallest bit of pressure on your collarbone. Your eyes squeezed shut as addled hormones burst from your head, adrenaline spiked with something else entirely. The little flips of your heart as he pressed feathered kisses on your face. His smug expression as you opened your eyes a fraction as you could all but imagine your glassy vast pupils as you sank into the haze of your orgasm. Pleasure all consuming allowing it to shove aside the prickling irritation as he tugged at a stray hair weakly scolding you for your hasty action mere seconds before it all fell apart.

“I told you..don’t do..that..” Mihawk rasped as you blinked stupidly. As if the words weren’t connecting through the haze. Like your mind hadn’t caught up with your body as your heart did that stupid flip from the warmth in his gaze. The gentle press of his forehead against yours as you felt like melted into the mattress below.

“Now, still upset with me? Pleased with yourself that I let your lust overrule medical advice.” Mihawk hummed as his fingertips ghosted over your sensitive skin. Each fleeting touch made taunt muscle turn to lax as you happily sink into the haze of serotonin. The low rumble in his chest as you tucked your head under his chin. Fingers restlessly twitching wanting to pull him closer to your cooling form.

“No.” The gentle rebuke as your nails stroked over the length of his stiff back. Feeling each muscle go taunt under your gentle touch as your hands skirted over his waist. The raw sensation of each muscled ab fluttered against your fingertips as you felt his pulse turn thready in his jugular.

“Please.” The single word sounded pathetic and broken to your ears. But your traitorous lips whispered it all the same. Wanting, no, needing him as he sighed at your gentle touch. His tame kiss against your wrists in a steadfast rebuff. Your heart leaped into your throat as he tried to pull away.

“Stay, please. Stay.”

Weak. Fragile. Vulnerable. Your pride shrieked those words in the back of your mind, washed away by the strange warmth of your heart as Mihawk’s gaze warmed at your gentle, shy request. A strange reversal of roles as he routinely tried his luck to allow you to fall into the lazy film of post-intimacy.

“Now don’t sulk, Dove.” Mihawk teased as his accommodation of your request wasn’t perfect. A thick pillow cushioning your fragile form as you sprawled atop of him. Fingers lazily brushed through your locks as you could feel your face heat from the gentle affection. Something so innocent made you all the more demure like some silly girl.

“Enjoy it while it lasts” You warned quietly as Mihawk rolled his eyes at your spiteful tone. Was it so terrible to allow yourself this simple indulgence? Speaking your mind without a guarded filter around the Warlord. To see that little flicker of ‘true’ drive kept under lock and key in your head.

“Is it so-”

Your hand covered his mouth before the honest words could leave it. You couldn’t afford to fall apart like this. Not with your position, with the crew, as if invisible blades were waiting to pierce your softer underbelly at a moment’s notice.

“Please, don’t.” You whispered as your cheek pressed against the soft pillow in quiet resignation. As if your blunt cut off of the conversation would allow you to cling to the muted peace that hung in the air. Where the harsh reality of the world didn’t matter, the obvious difference between yourself and Mihawk. Madam and Warlord. Fragile little thing and the world’s greatest swordsman. A harsh truth you desperately wanted to forget even for these few blessed minutes.

Unfortunately, the real world was all too pleased to shatter that illusion.

Pale moonlight trickled through your balcony window as the poor lighting entered the room. The faintest curl of Mihawk’s hand, your hip rousing you from blissfully blank sleep.

“What is it?” You muttered sluggishly, hazy senses trying to comprehend the unknown as you followed his line of sight to the glossy glass window. Nothing. You couldn’t see anything as you tried to prick up your hearing with a tilt of your head. The low growl of Mihawk’s next words against the shell of your ear sends a spike of adrenaline through your foggy mind.

“Guests. Two of them if my guess is correct. Squabbling over the lock on the balcony window.”

Sure enough in the desolate quiet, you could hear the faintest scratch of metal lockpicks and a stream of whispers. A distinct click of a lock as you quickly scrambled over Mihawk’s form to reach for the loaded pistol on your bedside table. Your ribs screeched at your hasty actions as Mihawk rolled you underneath him with ease, your fingers grazing over the hilt of the gun as his gentle grip on your chin pulled your attention back to him. A wordless conversation in a single blink.

‘Stop moving about.’

He didn’t want you to agitate your fracture. Or deal with the hazard of a stray bullet bouncing around the room. Nor did either of you know what sort of weaponry the men lurking outside had. Was it just them? Or was there a boarding party on deck waiting to strike? All these questions have been thrown out in your haste to act. Stupid, it was stupid of you as your nails dug into the skin of your palms.

While Mihawk was impossibly composed as he slipped away from you with cat-like grace. The faint grind of metal as he pulled Yoru from her sheathe as the balcony door creaked open. Two, there were two as you could see the moonlight catch the edges of the swords in their hands. Eyes widened in shock as their lifeblood burst from their chest in a single lazy swing. The ineffable scent of copper tasted heavy on your tongue as you let out a ragged gasp, releasing the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. The faint slosh of crimson blood soaked into the rug when Mihawk’s boots strode over it.

“Ichi, Toa? What’s going on?” Muffled but understandable as the speaker had to have been on the main deck above you. The third accomplice to the chaos of the evening as you ripped your gaze from the fallen corpses to the balcony. Moonlight cloaked over Mihawk’s placid stance as he leaned against the edge of the wooden barrier waiting for his target’s curiosity to get the better of them. The stained edge of Yoru seeped dark droplets on the wood below.

“Good evening” Calm. Collected. Like on the edge of a cliff about to fall into the abyss.

“Hawkeye Mihawk!” A far more strangled response as if the speaker’s tongue had swollen up. The distinct splash of a body hitting the water as you forced yourself out of the bed. Your legs felt impossibly heavy with each step as you felt the cooling blood of the corpse lap at your bare feet. The cool night air was a relief as it hit your face, following Mihawk’s line of sight as he sighed under his breath. Readying another strike you could see the frantic splashing of the third man, swimming towards their not-so-distant vessel.

“Don’t kill him, I need answers.” You said softly as the next few actions fell into place within the blink of an eye. A ruffling of your hair as the arc of Mihawk’s sword swept over you, the splattering of water droplets against your face from the literal tear in the ocean. The deafening crack of wood as the pale green hue of the slash illuminated the darkened waters. Casting the fragments of splintering wood in its’ sickly hue. The most heart-wrenching cry of the third man amid the waves as his chance of escape drifted in fragments around him.

The whispers above your balcony sounded like thunder in your ears. Now the crew was wide awake as you motioned your hand in the direction of the intruder. The wrinkle of netting as the thick material was tossed over the side, ready to haul in the catch as your vessel came closer and closer. Your wordless retreat into your quarters as your fingers idly dragged over the various coats in your wardrobe. Wanting to be comfortable but make an impression all the same. The cool metal brass caressed your fingertips as you did up the collar of the wool coat.

“Come back to bed.” Mihawk’s hands curled around the closed coat as his fingers brushed over the bare skin of your hip. Threatening to pull the buttons open with a single movement as his lips pressed a hot kiss to the back of your bare neck. His body against your covered back and you feel the flutter of his muscles with each soft breath. Like the pretty dance of a fishing lure trying to bait you into compliance.

“I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I let my crew handle this issue on their own.” You retorted tightly as the vibration of Mihawk’s hum almost broke your resolve. His face pressed against yours as you staggered from his lax form. The delightful graze of teeth against your earring as he half opened his eyes to gauge your reaction.

Unimpressed, the stark downturn of your lips as he sighs but removes himself all the same as your boots click against the floor. Even those hollow sounds echoed compared to Mihawk’s silent following. One of these days you would manage to figure out that trick, how a man as prominent as him could manage such a feat.

The main deck was ablaze with activity as you could see the pathetic wiggling of the rope-bound man as the taut rope around his ankles went slack. Making his yelps of fear echo as gravity hurled his form down to the deck. Stopping at the last second there was the sickening splatter of vomit against the pristine wood. A choked gasp of pain when Joan’s fist cracked against the side of his face for the unwelcome fluid now staining her outfit. Your hands spread lazily over the alcove’s balcony as you watched the events below. Even in a rush, Joan always made her knots beautiful as you could see the elegant work span over the man’s collarbone. Would it be too indulgent if you asked to see his back?

“Seems like Joan has it under control.” Mihawk mused as you shot him a glare over your shoulder. The faint tremble of the feather in his hat as he quietly laughed at your irritable state. The twitch of his lips as he curled around you, ignoring the obvious warning signs as your form tensed further. He liked seeing you like this, authoritative but about to snap under your selfish whims. Ignoring the stinging pain of your nails digging into his face as he boldly nipped at the tip of your right ear. The faintest nudge of his boots against your ankles spread your legs apart, gaining only a speck of ground as you hissed under your breath defiantly.

“Fucking bastards ticked us. Made it seem like it would be an easy score robbing a bunch of wh-” The tip of a knife stifled his cursed words as Joan’s hand twitched impatiently at your silent signal for her to stop. Your nails dragged over the firm wood railing as you descended the steps of the alcove, snapping your fingers together as a cigarette was placed between your waiting digits. The orange glow of the lighter’s flame danced over your guarded expression as you took a long drag of the drug, exhaling the sweet-smelling aroma with a sigh. The reddish hue of the cigarette’s tip flared as you took another drag, this time allowing the smoke to curl over the robber provoking a sputtering fit of coughs.

“So, you were..tipped off..is it?” You questioned as the man blinked away, stinging tears. The tick of his jaw was all the answer you needed as your nails clawed over the thin skin. The bitter tang of copper mingled with the aromatic tobacco as blood oozed from the deep laceration.

“Now, let’s try again, shall we? From the beginning.” You purred as your index finger tapped against his bleeding cheek. His complexion turned pale as the rope around his ankles went rigid as the world once again flipped upside down, his wiggling feeble as he was hoisted another two feet in the air.

One or two more drops wouldn’t kill him after all. Even after his head smashed into the deck on accident after the second drop, his eyes addled as he tried to focus on your pointer finger when it flicked him in the forehead. Face turning ruddy from the attempt or was it from the blood rushing to his head? Either way, he was performing a halfway decent impression of a red-cheeked doll, sweat dripping down from his shirt collar as your hand curled over his inflamed cheeks.

“Now, your story. Again. While we have your attention.” You said sweetly as you stamped out the spent ash of the cigarette underneath the tip of your boot. The gentle lull of nicotine could only keep your temper in check for so long as your nails sank into the existing cuts.

“It was Marines. Some of-” The man’s words went mute as his gaze flickered fearfully to Mihawk’s lax form leaning against the upper alcove’s railing. Shadowed features betray little, but the faint expression of boredom. Sulking, as you forced down the urge to tsk under your breath. Not in front of the crew who was now standing on a knife’s tip at the half-revealed truth. It wasn’t a secret that you paid bribes out of pocket to keep certain eyes closed in favor of intoxicating greed. It’s why half the paperwork ended up on your desk as ‘taxes’, but it wasn’t as if you were paying for protection.

Your teeth bit into your tender tongue as the realization struck you like a bolt of lightning. No, he wouldn’t renege on your deal. Not when the end of the month was so close. Unless something had changed in his little mind.

“Is it Nezumi?” Your question came out in a hushed breath as if speaking any louder would shatter your control of the entire situation. Captain Nezumi, that smug fucking snake, you could all but see his pompous expression as he bragged to his men about the upcoming profits. Your fingers twitched impatiently as the man nodded in confirmation.

“Yes it’s-”

His sentence never came out as Joan’s fist slammed dead center against his throat. Gagging on his saliva as his bonds were cut down with a single flick of a knife. He recoiled like a frightened puppy against the edge of the ship’s side as you leaned down to meet his gaze. Pressing your pointer finger to your lips in a silent command. Keep your mouth shut or else. It would have been all too easy to turn him over to the crew as you could feel their visible bloodlust dance through the air. Who had been on night watch?

“The nearest island should be ten miles from our current location if I had to take an educated guess. So, I suggest you start swimming.” You hummed with the turn of your heel. It was like witnessing a cornered rat flee as he all but threw himself back into the dark waters. The clear sound of splashing and sharp yelp as the cold salt water rushed into his wounds.

“Joan, it should be underneath my bed. Fetch it won’t you.” You asked quietly as the crew’s quiet conversation bounced around you. Some were hushed questions, others were surprised, the defiant clink of the coin as bets were placed. It had been quite some time after all since something like this indulged your fancy.

But even though you hadn’t fired the weapon in months, you still kept its maintenance pristine as your fingers curled over the smooth barrel of the rifle. The light brush of the gun’s trigger was like a kiss against your fingertip as you posted the sanded stock against your shoulder. A low whistle slipped from your lips as your target had made quite some progress of about three hundred yards. The low ebb and flow of the waves makes your target bob up and down as you take a deep breath.

Nothing but rats with wings on the sea. The least they can do is act as bait for much larger fish, girl.

The sharp recoil of the rifle against your shoulder sent an aching pain through your ribs. The distinct hiss of a bullet hitting the water as you gritted your teeth together. A miss, but barely, as your target’s flailing became all the more prominent. The clink of the empty shell as it hit the deck, was soon joined by its’ sister as you could see the faint haze of crimson a mere second later.

It had hit.

The next few minutes were a mere routine as the crew dispersed, some happier than others with fuller pockets, others looking more than a little putout. Your fingertips reddened with irritation as you accidentally brushed them over the hot muzzle, a welcome reminder. Joan exchanged a knowing look with you as you brushed past her. She could handle the coordination of the crew, you had a far more difficult task to work out. What to do about Nezumi’s piggish scheming.

Somehow running through the motions of rifle cleaning made your thoughts all the clearer. The cool touch of the bullets as you slipped them into the empty spots of action, a mere click of noise as the cartridges settled. Mihawk’s warm hand catches your wrist as you reach to grab the rag from your tea table.

“I never thought it was clever to grab at someone with a loaded weapon. It’s asking for trouble.” You warned quietly as Mihawk’s grip didn’t loosen, fingers sliding down your wrist as his other hand tipped your head back against the couch. His face looming above yours as if that would let him peer into your restless thoughts. Fingers splayed over your sensitive throat as your tongue licked over his closed lips, the faintest dilation of his gaze as the corner of your lips twitched amused.

“What was that, on deck? Getting mixed up with Marines now.” Mihawk questioned as he tapped his fingers against your throat.

“I get mixed up with all sorts of people, Mihawk.” You scoffed as your throat vibrated with your words. The flicker of your pulse as his fingers splayed open your coat’s collar revealing the valley of bare skin starting from your collarbone down. The familiar whisper of want as more buttons popped down to your abdomen before pulling up to graze fingers of the swell of your left breast.

“Fair point. Fine, I won’t ruffle your feathers with that topic. For now.” Mihawk conceded as you tried to conceal your faint gasp when his fingers kneaded your sensitive breast. Watching as the delicate skin went taunt when your fondled nipple peaked at a point. The faint shift in your legs as he brushed over the receptive tissue. Heat sank into your core when his face came closer, watching your face flush as his hand turned its attention to your other neglected breast. His nails grazed over the delicate nipple as pain and pleasure curled together when he lightly pulled on it.

The swipe of your tongue over your dry lips as you arched into his touch. Now both of his hands were on your breasts watching as your mouth opened in a series of faint pants. Your legs squeezing together as your cunt twitched with want. Your neck sprawled to the side as he licked over your rushing pulse the action sent another wave of wetness inside your core. The smug flicker of his expression when you shifted your hips trying to ease the ache between your legs.

“You’re still on medical prohibition, shame. Really.” Mihawk muttered against your ear as you rolled your eyes at the drawling sarcasm. The obvious lies in his words as you took matters into your own hands to undo the last few buttons on your coat. A hiss slips from your lips as the air hits your hot skin. Your dripping cunt soaked into the couch’s fabric as you shuddered from the new sensation. Soft fabric against your wet folds.

Mihawk’s groan against your ear as you could hear the clatter of a metal belt hit the floor. No, he wouldn’t fuck you, but he wasn’t above watching as his lips sank into yours. The open pant of lips all but welcoming his tongue into your mouth. The thud of your heart as his hand slid over yours to drag over your stomach, the dangerous sensation of your nails skittering over your soaked folds. All while his larger hand curled over your smaller one to allow it to stroke over the cool, sticky fluid.

The teasing press of a single finger as his hand pushed down, your keening whine, and your inner walls fluttered around your searching digit. Your breathing turned erratic as you pulled away from Mihawk’s burning kiss, only for his other hand to curl against your hair to hold you in place. A ragged hitch in your breath as he allowed another finger to disappear inside your throbbing center.

“Now, no moving.” His scolding words were accompanied by a light tug of your hair. All because you tried to move your hips wanting more than the faint pressure of your fingers.

“Curl them.”

A keening whine slipped from your lips as your searching fingertips brushed over the sensitive patch of delicious nerves. Mihawk’s words were muttered praise, things you couldn’t quite decipher as your waves of pleasure prickled with each stroke of your fingers. The harsh pain of his bite on the side of your throat as your fingers pressed down harder on the delicate spot. The delirious combination of pain and pleasure sent you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm as the world fell to pieces around your ears.

Soft, and warm, the unique musk of sex called you back as you found yourself all but flat against Mihawk’s chest. The strange sense of deja vu made you smile as you pressed a gentle kiss to his left pectoral as he rumbled in response. However, there was a small problem as your legs splayed over his thigh, all too aware of the sticky fluids of your orgasm spilling over.

“Now who is the one marking?” Mihawk teased

“I-”

“Stay.” Mihawk purred as he flexed his thigh, and you forced yourself to not fidget when the muscle bounced against your cooling lips.

“Too soon..” You protested in a faint whine as Mihawk’s laugh sent a tingle down your spine. Still, he allowed the fragile treaty to remain as your fingers tapped nonsensical songs against his chest.

“So, you won’t answer questions about the present. How about the past.”

“Shoot.” What was the harm in that?

“Exactly, where did you learn to shoot, Dove,” Mihawk asked as you blinked surprised at the question. He had seen you handle pistols and the like. Was the rifle that much of a stretch?

“Fishermen aren’t exactly keen on seagulls barging their way in on hot spots. Diving under the water to try and catch strays before the net closes too much. A bunch of rats with wings, my father called them.” You said wistfully as your eyes closed to hear the coarse voice echo in your mind. Your father had been bearded, broad, and smoked like a chimney. Always carrying the faint sweet scent of tobacco and sea salt on him, even after staying ashore for the week.

“Didn’t have a son, so he taught his kid daughter to shoot. Making chum as he put it, seagulls might not have much meat on them, but the blood attracted larger fish wanting an easier meal. It made sense..” You admitted quietly as Mihawk’s fingertips traced idle patterns over your hip bone. Silently coaxing more words out of you as he listened attentively. Your teeth sank into your lip as far harsher memories trickled by, the storms, the horrible stitches on your hand after you fucked up gutting a fish and the wet handle slipped. The final time you went out with your father, watching him disappear on the horizon with a larger fleet. He would bring back a large haul, you didn’t need to look so sullen that you weren’t joining him.

“Things..fell apart after that. Mihawk, I don’t-”

“That's the answer, that's what I asked for Dove.” Mihawk pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as you took advantage to blink away the start of tears. Hiding your face as you tried to soothe your rush of emotions. It was so long ago, but it still ripped at your heart like an old wound.

He didn’t ask any more questions. Not tonight.

Somehow the entire atmosphere of the main deck could be even more sullen than your reluctance to let Mihawk leave. Joan slapped a hand on your shoulder as she pulled you closer with a wink

“Don’t let them get you. They just know you aren’t gonna be so..quaint after this.” Joan teased as you twisted out of her grip. The sheer strength of your glare could have branded the lips of gossiping crew members as the three of you passed by.

“Drilling. We haven’t done much drilling late, have we, Joan?” You questioned in an all too sugary tone as Joan’s amused smile stuttered for a moment. A bit of martial discipline would be good to remind the rest of the crew that despite your primary profession, you couldn’t have a soft underbelly with the reputation of pirates.

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but don’t let the Warlord off the ship. Please.” Bathroy declared dramatically swooning into Hepa’s waiting arms. A length of chain by the hooligans' feet as Mihawk kicked it off the deck. Down and down it went into the depths below before the end line went taunt with a metallic screech. Releasing whatever grip it had on the small raft below as it bobbed to the surface.

“Are you ever going to let me see it?” You pressed as you leaned against the ship’s railing. Nonverbally welcoming Mihawk into your space as he towered over you, brushing an errant curl out of your face. You could hear the disappointed whines of Hepa and Bathroy as the brim of his hat covered your gentle kiss of goodbye.

“Maybe one day, when there aren't secrets between us,” Mihawk muttered against your lips as he pulled away. Fair. It was fair at the end of the day, you were allowed to keep your deal with the fucking scumbag Nezumi on the down low. While he was allowed to keep his secretive reputation as a Warlord intact.

But later at night, in your quarters all alone. It didn’t seem fair at all as you curled into your sheets. Wanted to memorize the fading scent of Mihawk before it was once again gone.

Leaving you alone.

#mihawk x reader #opla x reader #mihawk x you #x reader #x reader fic #one piece x reader #silverinkwrites

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Hey Franky how are you today????

I wanted to ask you who do you think is a green flag to have a crush on, who is a red flag and why, with all the characters you want (could you include Zoro, Sabo, Ace and Mihawk?)

Thank you so much and have a great day/night!!!

I have headcanons like this kinda here I have the 'disadvantages' and 'advantages' of dating OP Chars but I am willing to something like this too!

Ace: GREEN and RED Why? If you know how to handle the temper, baggage, and self-esteem issues he’s a green. If you want something simple and trouble-free then baby, he ain’t that. He will be asking you if you’re mad at him 12 times a day and will fistfight a wasp on a whim. He’ll also throw hands at himself on a regular basis.

Marco: GREEN he’s very laid back and if you managed to piss him off, you are probably a red flag.

Thatch: GREEN just look at that wholesome loaf.

Izou: RED he will destroy you if you even make a cup ring on his oak table.

Sabo: You might think with that smile he’s a GREEN but oh my God, he’s a RED and if you piss him off you better run or know someone way more unhinged than him. Also, his wardrobe, I could give him a pass if he didn’t look like a Victorian mass murderer.

Luffy: RED Nothing wrong with him, just if you can’t keep up with him you are going to be tired and want to strangle him with himself. If you can’t handle being around children, don’t pursue him.

Sanji: RED oh man, he’s so problematic all wrapped up in a cute suit and doofy heart eyes. He’ll more than likely make you cry.

Zoro: RED unless he can drink you, fight you, nap on you. The only way he’ll hold you is if your sword-shaped.

Usopp: GREEN but he is a lair, coax that out of him and he’s perfect.

Robin: GREEN, not my cup of tea but she’s a queen.

Franky: GREEN he's not wearing enough to be hiding something from you.

Chopper: If YOU are considering Chopper then you’re the RED flag.

Jinbei: Green <3 perfect

Brook: RED it’s like when you think ‘awww I want a turtle as a pet, so cute’ and then the fucker outlives you but on top of that wants to see your panties.

Nami: RED like the card machine when declined comes up after you let Nami use your card to shop with.

Roger: RED he is the human equivalent to people TyPiNg LiKE tHiS UnIrOniCalLy

Rayleigh: RED he’s like a cat, you’ll feed him, love him, pet him and he’ll fuck off for months on end, make you worry, but he’s curled up in some old ladies house because she got the better snacks.

Buggy: RED – BECAUSE IF CAPS LOCKS WAS A PERSON.

Shanks: His hair isn’t the only thing that’s RED. The one good thing about him is his baggage is in lost and found somewhere.

Mihawk: RED like the wine that you spilt on his carpet that one time and now he has a hit out on your ass.

Doffy: -ME WAVING THOSE BIG RED FLAGS THAT LAND AIRCRAFT-

Crocodile: RED his left shoe costs more than your entire life and he will step on you.

Law: RED his troubles are as long as the grandline and just as easy to read as the poneglyphs.

Kid: his GREEN flag is Killer. If they come as a package, I might let him slide.

Killer: GREEN because honestly, with the captain he has it’s obvious the man has the patience of a saint.

Corazon: GREEN flag you might think it’s a red flag from afar, but I assure you that’s just the fire.

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stygianheart · 11 months

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Dreams and Dreams

I wrote this on a whim. I was thinking about how I rarely hear Sanji talk about the All-Blue anymore, and POOF, suddenly this was made. And I’m bored so I’m sharing it. It’s a short little thing, but still.

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The summer sun beamed on the grassy deck of the Thousand Sunny, coating the Straw-Hat pirates in a peaceful and drowsy warmth. They all sat in a circle, enjoying their chosen beverages and laughing as they told stories—all apart from the young Emperor of the Sea, Monkey D. Luffy, who lay passed out on his swordsman lap. He had eaten too much, as per usual, and was simply resting from food overload.

The awake Straw-Hats were discussing the most random things, from memories to adventures to random dreams they had in the middle of the night. The feeling of joy and relaxation seemed to be radiating from the deck as they chatted with smiles on their faces. But the topic of dreams, no matter how weird it was, brought up a new question from the newest member—The First Son of the Sea Jinbei, a former warlord.

Sanji could see that the fish man was curious about something, and after a few minutes of talking about the weird dream Usopp had about the self-proclaimed god Enel turning into an elephant and rampaging on the Foxy Pirates bots, Sanji decided to speak up. “Hey, Jinbei. You look like you want to ask something.”

Jinbei glanced at the cook in surprise. “Oh, I do.”

“Ask away, it’s not like we’re listening to Usopp’s weird-ass dream.”

“HEY! I woke up in a sweat, alright? It was freaky!” Usopp snapped while Jinbei shifted in his spot.

“Well… I know we all have dreams,” Jinbei said as he took large swig from his booze. “Luffy made sure that his crew is full of people with dreams that they will strive for. He himself has a dream, but we don’t know exactly what that is… but what are yours?”

“Oh, I love this conversation!” Chopper exclaimed happily. “Zoro, you go first!”

“Greatest swordsman.” Zoro stated simply. “I’ll beat Mihawk one day and my name will reach the heavens.”

“I’ll make a map of the world!” Nami exclaimed, her pen coming to a stop. “The whole world. Not one island will be left off, not one land being uncharted. It will be the first, I swear it!”

Usopp crossed his arms and grinned. “I’ll be a brave warrior of the sea, and I’ll make sure I can be trained by Elbaf warriors, you hear me?”

“To cure all the diseases in the world!” Chopper piped up, lowering his glass of milk. Sanji wanted to reach forward and wipe away the milk-mustache on the reindeer’s face, but Zoro beat him to it. “I’ll create a cure for everything!”

“Well, I want to read the Rio Poneglyph,” Robin mused, looking up from her book. “I have since a very young age.”

“This ship.” Franky declared when Robin went silent. “It’s going to go on the best adventures, and it’s going to reach Laugh Tale. This ship right here will be more famous than the Oro Jackson and the Moby Dick, I can promise you that!”

Brook lowered his tea cup and looked thoughtful for a second. “I’ll make it all around the Grand Line and New World. I’ll see everything, at least once, before going to meet Crocus again. I have a meet up with the large whale, Laboon. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.”

“And you, Sanji?”

All pairs of eyes turned to the cook, drilling holes into his head.

“Please, his dream is obvious!” Zoro laughed. “It’s wo—”

“To find the All-Blue.” Sanji interrupted.

The crew fell silent for a few seconds. Sanji could see the gears turning in their heads, see them ponder what he had said.

The Mosshead spoke first.

“The what?” Zoro asked with raised eyebrows, scoffing as he took a swig of his booze.

Sanji stared at Zoro with obvious scrutiny, scowling slightly as the swordsman tossed an arm around the back of the chair. “The All-Blue, dipshit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought your dream was being in a brothel. I was sure it changed.”

“It’s not!” Sanji snapped, chucking a plate at the swordsman’s head. God, did everyone think that lowly of him?? He understood why, sure. He loved women, maybe more than he should. But he obviously had his reasons.

“I don’t think I’ve heard about this dream of yours, Sanji.” Brook said with a jolly yohohohoho!

“Me neither,” Franky and Jinbei said in unison.

Anyone would be able to see the sparkle in Sanji’s eyes as he leaned back. “The All-Blue. It’s… it’s an out-there dream. A stretch. No one even knows if it’s real. But if it is—and I know it is!—it’s out here, in the New World.” He gripped the fabric of his pants tightly, a dorky smile rippling on his face. “It’s a place where the four Blue Seas meet. All these marine species get to live together in harmony—fish you would only find in the North and South or East and West, all together. Species that haven’t even been discovered are rumored to be there, hidden away from humanity and holding tastes that man has never had the pleasure of witnessing. It’s a haven, a euphoria for cooks. The water is supposed to be as clear as a diamond, as pure as fire and cleaner than anything you have ever seen. It’s a cooks paradise—it’s my paradise.” He could see it in his head—the rippling water, gentle waves. The crustaceans and invertebrates living together without a care in the world. An untouched ecosystem that he could only dream of. Sanji could feel the scales of the fish under his fingers, smell the salt water and hear the ripples in the water. Oh, how his heart beat at the idea of the All-Blue. How his face broke into the most genuine grin of his life, how he looked so love struck—not even the most beautiful woman could put that smile on the cooks face.

“It’s supposed to be a myth. It’s supposed to be a child’s fantasy, a place found only in imagination.” Sanji’s smile softened. “No one believes in it. They say finding it is a waste of energy and time. Everyone laughed at me—all until our Captain came along and encouraged me.” His hands curled tighter. “The All-Blue is out there. I know it, and I will find it, and I will make the most delicious dishes from that untouched water. And you know who will be the first to taste it?” His audience shook their heads. “Owner Zeff and Luffy. They are the ones who believed in me. They are the ones who encouraged me.” His smile widened once more. “That’s the All-Blue. That’s my dream!”

Zoro scoffed and leaned back. “Sure, whatever.” The swordsman muttered, but even he was smiling the slightest bit from seeing Sanji like this.

Brook laughed while Jinbei leaned forward. “Tell me more about the All-Blue, Sanji-kun.”

The cooks heart soared as he looked around at the Straw-Hat pirates. They all looked so interested, so invested.

They believed in his dream.

And he believed in them.

Sanji laughed and shifted in his spot, trying to get comfortable. They would be here for a while. “So I first heard about it…”

#straw hat sanji #black leg sanji #straw hat pirates #dreams #all blue #vinsmoke sanji #well not vinsmoke #he’ll never be a vinsmoke he made that clear

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