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I can listen to Mihawk for the rest of my life 🤺

Hi Tasha! How are you? It's my first time requesting something im nervous husahauhsuahau

I'm here to ask for a request with the boys from One Piece (it can be whoever you want :) ) with an autistic reader. A slice of life fluff (?)?)?) well they're pirates, their life is quite chaotic), little moments where they deal with the struggles the reader has and overcome it in their own way (together). It can be just headcanons too, I don't mind! I'll appreciate anything you can offer, I really like your writing

Also I'm sorry about my english, I tried my best to be clear!

Hello anon ╰(*°▽°*)╯I'm fine... even if I'm being boiled alive in this wretched heat :((

Thank you so much for this request, it’s an honour to fulfil this one for you. Usually, I wouldn’t accept asks like that because I want everybody to feel like they can project themselves onto my works, but this is a bit of a self-indulgent passion project if you will. I saw this and knew I had to write it – I can relate because… guess what 🤡 Yeah…

So I’m sorry if my lived experiences don’t align with yours or anybody reading this.

Everybody’s burdens and strengths manifest in different ways… to make up for the fact that I cannot represent everybody since I’ve been shaped by my own impressions and biases, I’ve chosen a variety of symptoms and comorbidities to make up for that. And btw thanks for letting me choose the characters!!

I really hope you like this one. And your English is great, don’t worry 🫂(●'◡'●)

PS. This will be the only request of its kind I will accept. Thanks for reading! But we’re back to business as usual after this :D

PPS. This also won't be featured in my masterlist to discourage requests that resemble it.

One Piece with an Autistic Reader

feat. LUFFY, ZORO, SANJI, FRANKY, MIHAWK

LUFFY

You struggle with… extreme trust issues.

Interpersonal relationships meant something to you. You wanted and needed friends who would understand you wordlessly, who would be there when you needed them the most – people who genuinely cared. You wanted to truly bond. That depth of care isn’t easily found within the general population. Modern life most often happens in the fast lane… where relationships are disposable and the next experience is just waiting for you. You cannot relate to that side of life at all.

You feel… alone in the middle of a crowd, unseen and forgotten. You watch other people’s friend groups with envy and bitterness, wishing such a thing for yourself. You don’t chase experiences, you just want someone who wouldn’t abandon you.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t believe Luffy when he wanted to recruit you. You couldn’t see your own shine and you thought he was just messing with you… promising the world before he’d grow aware of your strangeness and get rid of you, like all the others before him. When his crewmates talked about their life experience and how little they trusted Luffy in the beginning, you started getting… antsy. Restless. You began overthinking this thing.

So many people cannot be in on the same lie, can they? Someone would eventually cave and confess – until they didn’t. It just… it doesn’t make sense.

You try to push Luffy away from you, but he clings even closer. He actively tries to tear down your walls, even if they’re reinforced with years and years of struggle. Being with him… it’s actually pretty fun. He doesn’t listen much – only to the most important bits… but he’s there. Always. Always! So far, he’s trying so much harder than anybody else before him. He’s there at every waking moment, wanting to help you out and get you to agree to join his group of adventurers.

You don’t have to pretend you’re someone else when he’s near. He accepts you just as you are. It doesn’t matter to him.

It’s the first time you weren’t the one putting in actual effort into a relationship… Luffy was doing all the heavy lifting. He showed up, followed you even when you ignored him – what a useless protective mechanism – and talked to you as if you’d been friends for years already. You didn’t have to earn his trust, it was just there for the taking.

Just before you’re ready to take the plunge and go along with his antics, he’d formally introduce you to his crew… as one of their own.

He’s always viewed you as one of them, you’d suddenly realise.

It... makes you want to cry.

ZORO

You struggle with… feeling like you didn’t accomplish anything.

Zoro is hard to make sense of for you. He’s… kind, in his own ways, but since he doesn’t talk much, you struggle to read him. He’s also just… an intimidating guy – physically and spiritually. Strangers respect him because of his nature, even if he’s just… Zoro to you. You don’t think you need to be scared of him, but you have started walking around on eggshells when he’s nearby. He’s always napping somewhere when he’s not with you… and you don’t want him to perceive you when you try to master your own ambitions. Watching him makes you feel worse about yourself. Zoro is a successful man by any metric… he’s always had a natural talent for swordsmanship and refined it through hard work and steeling his mind, he’s so confident and always shoots for the stars, knowing that he’ll get there eventually. He doesn’t doubt himself, it’s in his instincts to be the best there is.

You cannot claim the same for yourself. You excel in certain niches, but you’re… not as crucial of a member as Zoro is. He’s kind of the backbone of this crew.

You feel small in comparison to him, insignificant even.

Of course he notices. It’s Zoro! He’s not as dense as he seems. He’s frighteningly perceptive and observes everyone silently.

So what does he do? Nothing at first.

He believes in your independence and knows you’re smarter than him, this is just some inexplicable poison corrupting your mind.

When you can’t free yourself from your own insecurity, he starts seeking you out, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Zoro cares about you – maybe more than you realise. He’s glad to have you on this crew, you accept him as he is and you have an unspoken 'friendship' blossoming between you two. Why he’s so affected by you being so distant – he doesn’t know, but he can guess pretty easily… So he started breaching your personal space. There he was, standing beside you once more, looking at you with his unreadable expressions… but then he speaks. Zoro started talking about… his feelings.

What has happened? “I wish we’d spend more time together… like we used to.”, he’d grumble with pink cheeks.

And you could just stand there in shock. Zoro… wanted, no, needed you around? He… liked spending time with you? You’d ask him whether you weren’t too weak for him, ready to feed your soul with more negativity.

Yet all he does is honestly tell you that he believes you’re meant for greatness, that he thinks you’re better than him – he’s always thought highly of you and acknowledged your skills. He’s always been watching you, so of course he’s able to recall moments when you had to save the day.

Zoro doesn’t think you’re less than at all, he reminds you that you’ve always gone above and beyond.

Society's conditioned you into feeling like a failure for not fitting into a mould like he does, but he has a different way of measuring success. You don't have to fulfil expectations, you just have to try your best and hold your head high while doing so.

He's proud of you - and he views you as his equal.

SANJI

You struggle with… being a picky eater.

Certain tastes and texture just make you resent the food you’re eating. It suddenly turns pleasure into anguish.

At the same time, you feel like you cannot reveal these things about you, because Sanji already uses the best ingredients for your meals, just to make sure it’s especially nutritious. And because he likes you the most, secretly.

You appreciate his thoughtful gestures every time, but the fact that certain foods touch each other on your plate makes you inexplicably mad. You try your hardest to hide it from him – Sanji knows what starvation is like, for God’s sake. You’re disrespecting him by being the way you are!

But he’s already picked up on your unusual habits; he subtly watches everyone when they eat and derives a lot of happiness from seeing their faces light up – it validates his pride in cooking – but your eyes are dull, almost pained sometimes. You… cannot enjoy anything.

Sanji also doesn’t want to embarrass you for your preferences, which is why he doesn’t initially ask you about it bluntly. He’s caught glimpses of the way you’ve been socialised and doesn’t want to reignite bad memories for you, so he… just tests different things to try and accommodate you.

And he starts applying these things to everyone just to make you feel included. He’d never single you out.

You seemed a lot happier a few days ago, when he started separating the veggies from the rice and handed everything out on different plates. Nobody even bat an eye at the new way of assorting his dishes, not even you. It makes your dearest chef smile. That’s how he slowly started probing for your likes and dislikes. You suddenly even felt way more comfortable expressing yourself. Maybe you hated bitter tastes, maybe you just really disliked sour foods, maybe you were sensitive to salt – he doesn’t know, but he subtly tries to figure you out by baking zesty, sour rhubarb into a sweet cake instead of a savoury meal… and he noticed that you liked it all of the sudden. You even smiled at him while you stuffed your cheeks.

Sanji absolutely had to pause to deal with his oncoming cardiac arrest. He’s never felt pride like this… people usually liked his cooking, but knowing that someone who’s probably never got to enjoy certain foods love his meals just hit different. It squeezed his heart painfully tight.

You’d never have to feel bad about yourself around him. He would try to make things right either way, but soon you’d gain the courage to tell him about your habits yourself, making him melt on the spot.

He’s the first person who took your strange tastes seriously.

FRANKY

You struggle with… noises.

It would sound crazy if you asked Franky whether he could hear the out-of-sync gears turning within him, you thought quietly. You could even hear fluorescent light because its crackles and sharp hisses annoyed you – so every time you heard a minor squeak coming from inside his chest, you cringed at your rudeness.

You liked Franky, he was an amazing guy, funny without even trying, charismatic, empathetic and he always offered words of encouragement. You actually thought you clicked best with Franky. He was… unconventional like you and made sure you knew that you were fine just the way you were. You were pretty much inseparable. He made you feel confident since he didn’t care about social rules despite very much understanding them and made you feel secure in expressing yourself however you liked. Franky always hyped you up from the sidelines and, if the mood allowed it, provided the intellectually challenging conversations you needed to thrive.

He was naturally complex like that – you adored him.

It’s just that every time he’d invite you to sit by his tinkering station, you were leaving with a massive headache. You felt burnt out just listening to his metal spinal plates scratch against one another… there were so many sounds getting processed in your brain that you had a hard time following the conversation. You often had to ask him to repeat himself, which he always did with a laugh and a cheeky remark.

But after a while, he notices a pattern. He doesn’t know what’s been causing you discomfort, but Franky’s an inventor. Of course he would try to make you something that would help you. At first, he believed that you had trouble with background noise and just had an insane auditory processing ability, which is why he installed panelling inside the walls of the common rooms to block sound waves echoing throughout the ship – and while it helped, you still showed some signs that you weren’t doing well around him.

Naturally, Franky would search for a different solution. Whether it’s as easy as handing you headphones or as difficult as restructuring the springs that replaced his joints, he’s trying it all.

And one day, you sit next to him, watching him put screws into one of his newest projects completely unrelated to you and you commented with wide eyes,

“You’re… silent. It’s quiet. Are you feeling okay?”

All he could do is laugh with pride, his chest pushed out before he struck his signature pose.

Truth be told, all he did was oil the old pistons that pumped cola and oil through his engineered heart – he started getting a clue after you once confessed in passing that you’d suspected a leak near the keel of the ship… and Franky notices these little things and puts them together all by himself.

You could hear everything – all the time.

Even a rhythmic stream of water passing through a crack in a plank at the bottom of the Sunny –

–and that’s when he realised that you could hear when something was awry with him, that it made you anxious. Well, you will never have to worry about that again! But… he’s grateful… so grateful for your care. Franky couldn’t ever go to Chopper for help because the doctor wasn’t equipped to deal with a pile of junk, but… you were, clearly.

MIHAWK

You struggle with… having nobody to talk to.

It was silly, really, to go to your greatest rival for small talk, especially when he was such a lone wolf who desired to be left alone, but despite your own drive towards independence, you wanted someone who would be willing to listen to you.

You’ve never been taken seriously – many people deem your ramblings childish, uninteresting or inappropriate, but Mihawk was a thoroughly serious man whose entire purpose was dipped in devotion. And he knew your worth as a fighter. You’d mastered your rapier, even if you would never be as good as he was. That’s how you met, but you’d never try to actually take his title by aspiring to get even better at it. It wasn’t… something you were interested in; this was just a means to an end, you fought to survive as a fellow pirate. Nothing more, nothing less.

You overperformed in your own interests, so much so that people who were casually interested would leave a conversation with you within minutes. Nobody in the world could relate. Not even Mihawk, you guessed bitterly, but you… trusted him – to listen and, most importantly, to stay.

He was just as much of an autodidact as you were, even if he chose to study the blade and you chose to acquire knowledge about something that truly fulfilled you.

So you wander the halls of his sparsely furnished castle in hopes of finding him.

And find him you did. He was just nonchalantly having dinner all by himself at his desk… it’s truly bizarre that this was one of his most normal moments.

You invited yourself in with a smile, hearing the pleasant ring of his quiet hum upon noticing your presence.

And then you started talking if not info-dumping on Lord Dracule Mihawk. And he just sat there, taking it all in while eating a plate of unseasoned plain pasta…

“So… then me more about this intriguing ‘comic’…”, he murmured, taking a relaxed sip of wine.

He noticed that your eyes shone and that you seemed confused for just a moment before blabbing on with visible excitement, talking a lot faster.

Even though he had trouble following, he sat forward, elbows firmly placed on his spread knees and hands on his chin as if in deep, profound thought all the while nodding at all those random trivia facts you shared about your passion.

At the same time, he shared some random side facts on ranked blades he’s picked up over the years and even let you touch Yoru, explaining in great detail how important the cut of the blade truly was and how maintaining it is his secret to slicing through ships with his brute strength and Haki.

And that’s when you noticed – Mihawk had nobody to talk to about “these things” either. Or maybe he had nobody to talk to in general. Who knows?

But you did have each other.

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Ngl, I completely forgot that S-Hawk could talk. He doesn't even make noise in the middle of battle, not even those typical anime 'hns'.

But he really does have his daddy's lack of tolerance for goofy shenanigans

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Y/N: *Angry* Why do you never trust me?

S-Flamingo: Because you don't understand me.

Y/N: It's not that I don't understand, it's that you don't want to understand!

S-Flamingo: *Sarcastic* Can someone like me ever be understood?

Y/N: Why did I tell you this?

S-Flamingo: Because you want to hear it!

Y/N: *Frowns* No, I told you this so you would "understand"!

S-Flamingo: Understanding is not in my DNA.

Y/N: *Takes a deep breath* Fighting with you is... harder than using physical force.

S-Flamingo: *Smiles* Maybe that's why I win.

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Patting my son cuz he's a good boah

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S-Crocodile: Sand isn't always gold.

S-Snake: But it shines in the sun?

S-Crocodile: Someone who sweats like an ox also shines, but it's not gold.

S-Shark: Do oxen sweat?

S-Crocodile: *Rolls eyes* It was just a metaphor.

S-Flamingo: So metaphors can sweat too now?

S-Hawk: I'm losing my sanity...

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Holy Knight & Servant

Killingham x F! Reader

!! Words count 4k !!

I just saw a new piece by one of my favorite artists and...I was in HEAVEN. This is the piece: ⚰️💕

Even though he hasn't been seen much in the manga and hasn't been shown in the anime yet and we haven't gotten to know much about his characteristics, I need to write about him.

THIS UNDERSTANDABLE THAT NOBODY HAS WRITTEN ABOUT HIM BUT I NEED IT.

Idk about Ao3 but this is the first ff written for him on Tumblrrr! 🧎‍♂️🔥

There is no canon color specified so I will not write those details.

Don't expect anything canonical, I'll try to write as much as possible by taking inspiration from his style of speech in the manga ✊😔

I dedicate this song to him 🪿

And maybe this song is a spoiler for other episodes 🤺😏

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Not every soul could see the Holy Land Mary Geoise. You on the other hand, had never seen the lower world that everyone else saw. You knew neither your mother nor your father, all you knew was that you were born to a slave. Your mother's master must have found her unclean and got rid of her. You lived by being constantly traded between masters. A child can barely remember the memories of being six years old but the mark of slavery was on your calf. The pain you had gone through and worse had remained in your tiny mind and grown with you.

There were times when you were punished so much that you couldn't even remember your name. The reasons were that you were an eyesore to the Master and his family, that you distracted them during the conversation and that the drinks and desserts were incompatible. Even though it was the cook's job not yours, you were always the closest body to the whip and you suffered the punishments.

You hadn't had much of a chance to talk to people, you hadn't been able to know yourself or life. The only thing you knew after your name was the language of bodies. You had learned to read and understand them in the dark, in the silence, in the storm, with eyes blurred by tears. This was your only success in life. You were a feature the world would never know. A feature that allowed you to live a little longer than the other slaves...

You had a chance to see a few small pieces of the world. It was when your master angrily knocked over the table you because coffee spilled on it, and when you cleaned up the mess on the floor with apologies, the newspaper got hit on your head was the first crumb you tasted. You didn't know how to read, you hadn't been taught but if there was one thing you did know, it was a huge newspaper with a picture of a black-haired boy grinning. It had capital letters on it. The only thing that caught your attention, other than his smile, was a letter that looked like a half-moon. "D"

You had learned not to cry in front of your master, he had told you that you looked like such a pig like frog. But that face in the newspaper...the way his smiled...tears slowly started to drip onto the picture in the newspaper as scrubbed the floor hard with the swab in your hand. His smile was heartwarming, you couldn't understand why you was crying at all.

You never thought a smile could be warm. The only warmth you've ever known was the heat of a hot iron.

You didn't understand how people struggled to attract attention, not just one person's attention but the world's. One of the things you feared most in this life was to attract attention. You were a woman. A slave. You knew that attracting attention was like buying a ticket to hell. You didn't live it. For now but you saw it, you saw what other women experienced in their eyes.

You would rather live forgotten than live known.

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Your master had a daughter. You didn't know if she was pretty but you knew she should be called pretty. Still, you understood that she didn't want to hear compliments from you, a slave, when she hit your face on the curb in front of everyone on the street and broke your nose.

Your reflection, which you could only see in liquids, was not worth looking at now. You wanted to cry but you were afraid of being seen. You could never forget that day or night. It wasn't because of the pain you experienced but because of the first and only compassion you felt. That night, an old slave woman, when you came out of your master's room with a dirty dish tray, stopped you and pulled you to the shady part of the hallway. She gently cupped your face, which you didn't even want to look at, put the bridge of your nose back into place. It hurt a lot. Your eyes filled with tears but the wrinkled skin you felt on your skin held everything in place. You felt like you saw a wealth no one else could see in those dirty old hands. "You must live. God is with you, you just can't see, that's all."

You stammered with dry lips. You spoke in a whisper, as if you were afraid to hear your own voice. "What god...god is our masters-"

"No. Don't let these lips lie. These eyes already know the truth."

You had wished for the tenderness you felt on your skin that night to remain a mark, you were even willing to carry it for the rest of your life like the mark of your slavery.

But there was no mark, that feeling had become muffled in your mind and gone.

Your master had prepared an invitation for his friends because he wanted to give them a big feast in honor of his daughter's birthday. He could have easily called and invited them with Den Den Mushi but he wanted to show off his taste and showiness. He had only given you a clean, plain white dress to wear. You had shown your gratitude and left your master's house with the gold glass-covered tray in your hand.

You walked down the road with your head bowed, not drawing attention. None of the Holy Dragons seemed to care about your presence, so you thanked God. But you were also terrified of being punished for keeping your master waiting. You quickened your steps a little more, a little more, a little more...

The first thing you saw was a shadow towering over you, before you could even turn your head, someone had fallen on you half-heartedly, causing you to lose your balance and fall to the ground.

Your eyes frantically found the ground without looking at the person in front of you, you hit your head on the ground and apologized. You knew that the person in front of you could not be a slave, so instead of inviting a greater punishment by looking at him, you hit your face on the ground and mumbled your apologies. It seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Horrrr...hm- hmm ah I fell asleep again, his speech was so boring...hm?" The purring voice you heard was a man's voice. His gaze must have turned to you because goosebumps stood on end.

"I'm sorry I bumped into you, sir! Forgive me I-"

"Get up. Death doesn't mean anything to you." (I should have added the scene where the creatures are resurrected in the manga 🤺)

That's right. Dying must have been as normal as breathing for a slave. You slowly stood up with your trembling body. A snap of fingers broke the silence between you. "You, give me the envelope on the floor, I'll see."

Upon command, you quickly picked up one of the envelopes scattered on the floor, cleaned the dust off it and handed it to him without looking at him. You heard the rustling of the envelope and then his murmurs. "Horrr..."

After that, silence again, you curiously turned your eyes up a little. The only thing you saw was a black uniform. The person in front of you must have been very tall. You secretly raised your head a little with the damned curiosity you felt, you wanted to satisfy your curiosity by taking a little look.

In front of you was neither a person nor anything else. This man in front of you was a Qilin with a long neck and head that resembled both a dragon and a giraffe. You would never expect to see something like this in your life. While you were experiencing the shock of your life, he still in front of you was sleeping on his feet.

You knew he was Qilin.

You had seen it among the books that the master had given to his children when you were very young. Master's children had not liked the drawings and had torn them up, creating chaos in the house until got what they wanted. On the other hand, you were looking at the drawings on the floor with priceless excitement while standing in the corner with your head bowed. So much so that you had not even heard the master calling you and had been slapped in the face. Even that slap could not extinguish your excitement, those pictures and ancient creatures had decorated your silent nights. They were the sole owners of your dream.

You had realized that you had continued to look at him shamelessly when his head fell forward and he jumped from his sleep. You quickly bowed your head, almost making eye contact. "The invitation inside was not attractive, unlike the envelope." he said in a numb voice. He simply handed you back the invitation and envelope. His eyes shifted to the other envelopes on the floor and then looked back at you. "I demand your name."

"Y/n, sir."

"Y/n..." There was silence again for a while. He was looking at you with narrowed eyes. "What a chaotic imagination you have." He said, breaking the silence again. What he said confused you, what it meant now. But you neither raised your head nor said anything. You were even hesitant to breathe now.

"Give me your master's number." He said, taking out a Den Den Mushi from the pocket of his uniform. You paused. Number? I guess he was confused because of your clothes, a slave like you would never know. You fiddled with your fingers with your head bowed in annoyance. You had explained and been slapped many times. If the Holy Dragons said something it was true and should never be answered. You had learned this very well when you were in the fetal position to protect yourself, when your master had beaten you and branded you. You were a child then. Your master had shown mercy, you knew. But now you were a young girl who had just stepped into adulthood. They would not even give you the honor of death.

You jumped again at the sound of his voice. "You're thinking too much. Speak. Conversation doesn't happen with just one person, you weren't taught that in your training."

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I'm...not a servant as you think...I'm a slave. I was only asked to dress like this because I was going to deliver envelopes. I don't know my master's number." You said swallowing loudly involuntarily. You waited. Any blow, any sense of pain.

But it didn't come.

"Well, that's better. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone either." He started walking past you. "Follow me." he said, dismissing the order carelessly.

Confused and hurried, you bent down and started to pick up the tray and envelopes on the floor. He stopped when he noticed your movement. "No leave them. They not concern you." he said.

You paused on the floor, crouching with the dirty envelopes in your hands. You were torn between leaving them and being punished by your master or being punished by this strange creature now. Cold sweat was running down your neck. "But my master, these-"

"I am your new master. Don't talk too much, follow me. You keep stealing my bedtime." he said carelessly. He started walking again, you staring at the mane that looked like clouds of flames behind his neck. You put down the envelope and tray in your hand on the floor with great anxiety and followed your new master, who was so big than you, with fast steps. This was the first time you had seen someone like this but you knew that it was someone higher in level than the Celestial Dragons. It probably had to be someone like that. You were praying for it.

You followed him silently for a while. The surrounding Celestial Dragons looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and respect, but made no effort to come up to him and engage in conversation. As you nervously glanced at the Celestial Dragons you passed by, he caught your attention. Your gaze turned to his back. “How old are you?”

“20…” You said, torn between whether or not to add it, but his warning came to mind 'Don’t think too much...'. Biting your cheek. “I’ll be 21 soon master.”

“21…” He mumbled at your answer. But you weren’t sure if it was out of satisfaction or not. “How long have you been here?”

"Since I was born." You said without thinking, trying to keep your tone steady despite trembling body.

He looked at you over his shoulder without stopping his steps. You had made eye contact. Were startled. You quickly lowered your head. "You were born here and yet you don't know who I am?" he said in a curious and amused tone.

You guess not knowing this was a bad thing. You were embarrassed. What did he expect from a stupid slave? "I'm sorry, master. Forgive my ignorance."

He didn't seem to care about your words. He said amusedly, "Know it well. You are now serving one of the Holy Knights. I expect you to act accordingly, dreamer."

Dreamer...you've never heard such a nickname.

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A few hours had passed since you had been adopted by a new master. Without saying a word, he had taken you to his room, sat you at his desk, piled books in front of you and collapsed on his bed. You had silently browsed through the books amidst his snores. You couldn’t read and he must have expected this anyway, because there were a few pictures in each of them. Strange creatures, human things that looked like fish, a long dog, a giant fish that looked like a monster or a monster that looked like a fish, you didn’t know.

Every now and then your gaze would wander to your master. He was sleeping so peacefully, yet it was embarrassing and reactionary. What if he woke up in a stupor and forgot that he had brought you here and punished you? Your eyes focused on the distant master’s face as if trying to escape your thoughts. His horns. They were the thing that caught your attention the most. But they were familiar. They were just like those drawings you had seen as a child. They were right in front of you, the physical form of the creature in your dreams. He was sleeping right in front of you, snoring. He was lying carelessly on the sheets in the bed. There was no holy sight. Yet it was different, a sight you had seen for the first time. You had never seen any of the Holy Dragons sleep, perhaps it was because of your status but you thought that since they were gods, they did not need to sleep. What a lie. As you learned the truth of your dreams, the holiness of the God you knew was not something covered in ink.

Your attention went back to the book in front of you, despite looking at it for hours you hadn't seen any living creature that resembled your master's horns or carried them. I wonder how hard his horns were - your thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the Den Den Mushi that was sleeping on the table. You looked at your master he was still sleeping and then at the Den Den Mushi. You hesitantly picked up it and approached your master's bed.

Thankfully he had given the warning by the approaching voice without having to wake him up. "Hmm- ah.." He quickly opened the Den Den Mushi without taking it from your hand, he in a daze. "You're talking to Rimoshifu Killingham..."

Rimoshifu Killingham.

That was his name. It had a softer tone than any name you had ever heard, was beautiful.

When you were a child you would stand in the doorway and watch your masters eat. It was painful to stand. But you also loved these moments, the gentle breeze blowing under the door tickling your feet and making you daydream, like now his name. You were willing to receive affection even from the wind, even if it wasn't meant for you.

You didn’t expect the look he gave you. It was as if he had been expecting this question for a long time. “Go ahead, dreamer.” You couldn’t tell if he was grinning because of his strange form, but his voice made you think he was. “Dreamer…” He pointed to a medium-sized table on wheels in the corner of the room. “Bring it here."

You quickly put the Den Den Mushi in your hand on the bedside table and went to get the table in the corner. He was already sitting up in bed, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed as he watched you. You pulled the table in front of him, held your hands in front of your dress and waited silently for the next order. “The chef has cooked a big giant turkey, I always make sure it’s marinated in a rich, spicy sauce. Oh! Also I want some red wine." he said. The last thing you heard was his words, then there was sudden darkness. It must not have been long before you realized that Killingham had grabbed your wrist with one hand and held you, had fallen asleep. You didn’t understand how you had fallen asleep. You hurriedly mumbled your apologies, not even noticing that Killingham had a large, delicious turkey and wine on the table in front of him. “Your imagination is a joyful one.” he said with a satisfied chuckle. You weren’t sure if it was a compliment or not but even that made you feel embarrassed. Regaining your balance, he pulled his hand away from your wrist, grabbed the fork and knife in front of him and began to cut into the turkey. You watched as the steam rose from the turkey, being cut in silence. Killingham picked up the piece he had cut with his fork. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, then guided the fork towards your mouth. You looked at him in surprise, then looked at the meat in front of you. You had never eaten something like this but you had always seen it. You hesitantly parted your lips, leaning towards the fork only for Killingham to pull it back and eat it himself. He spoke with his mouth full. “Hahahaha, you should have seen your face, my dreamer.” He waved his fork towards the door. “Go downstairs to the kitchen and ask the cook to make you a steak.” He said, swallowing his mouthful and cutting another bite of turkey.

Would the cook give you food? Especially steak. When you realized he wasn't moving, "What, are you ashamed?" You shook your head in alarm. "Master Killingham, would the cook believe my words..." you said, feeling like a big fool. You had talked to him a lot today, your mind went to your old master. Had he noticed your absence, had he done something? Maybe he thought you had escaped.

Killingham's voice sounded amused. "If he is the cook of the Holy Knight, then you are his personal servant."

"Personal servant..." He was interrupted by your muttering, he seemed to be listening. "You are superior than the cook. If someone talks to you at home, put them in their place." he said.

You looked at each other while eating. "Putting them in their place...you know?" He sighed when he saw your innocent, uncomprehending gaze. "If someone interferes with you, I order you to tell me. Don't try to hide it, my dreamer." he said while sipping his wine. He looked at your gaze in awe as he sipped the red drink. You had been looking at this form of his as if it had come out of a dream since your first encounter, and it amused him. "Come, come." he said, waving his hand towards you. You moved closer to him. He filled the glass he had finished halfway again.

"Here, drink." He said, pressing the glass into your hand. You were alarmed by his action, afraid of coming into contact with him or being punished for eating his food. "W-what d-don't I.."

But your action couldn't dampen his joy. "Just drink. Think of it as a gift from your master as sweet as you are." he said with a wink. You broke out in a cold sweat, embarrassed by his compliment. You started to drink the wine hesitantly. It wasn't as sweet as you had imagined, it was sour, you could feel it burning your throat but you tried to finish the wine because you didn't want to spoil Killingham's mood. He was watching you with a chuckle. You wiped your mouth with your arm as you finished the wine, putting the glass on the table. "Woah calm down champ, you're acting like you're drunk from just one glass hahaha!"

He put his elbow on the table and leaned his chin on his gloved palm. "So what do you think? Do you think it's drinkable? Is it not toxic?" he said, amused.

You hadn’t expected him to ask you if it was poison, wondering what poison might taste like. “I...it was very sour. It had a burning taste,” you said. He chuckled at your answer. “I thought so," he said. He cut another piece of turkey. “Come and eat.” he said. You thought he was going to fool you again but an order was an order. You leaned cautiously forward fork, Killingham didn’t pull it away.

Your heart was beating wildly as you chewed the meat. It had a delicious aroma of sweet and sour. The meat was melting in your mouth so softly. You had never had the chance to eat it, so you always thought it would be a little tough. You looked at Killingham with a mixture of gratitude as you chewed. It was probably the second most precious day you had ever lived. Everything in your life had changed so quickly today that it still felt like a dream. You felt your eyes burning...you didn't want it.

You bit your lips before swallowing the meat as Killingham cut another piece of turkey and handed it to you. "How do you plan on eating while biting your lips?" he asked with amusement. You felt embarrassed and reluctantly swallowed the meat. Before you had a chance to feel any desire, Killingham waved the fork as if to signal you to eat it. You leaned down and ate again. You were unaware that Killingham was watching the sight with amusement. It was more like a puppy than a woman in front of him. The only thing missing was a tail wagging with excitement.

While you were chewing your new bite with great emotion, Killingham cut another piece. When he handed it to you again, you felt shy. You mumbled without swallowing. "Perhaps it would be better if I didn't eat too much, Master Killingham." you said, feeling ungrateful for his kindness.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I don't want to spoil your visual pleasure by getting fat-" he burst out laughing when you said that. "Oh my! How nice, if you get fat you'll be an emergency ration~"

Your eyes widened more than he could have imagined at his words. He burst out laughing again at that. "Hahaha! I'm joking. Don't worry, these are food made from imagination. They have no calories." he said and your eyes widened even more. "From imagination?.."

"Yes, I am a wizard."

You should have seen your face, you were looking at Killingham with great shock, as if you had learned a great secret. He laughed again, stroking his face. "This my devil fruit power, my dreamer."

"D-devil fruit?.."

"Hahaha!"

Ohh God...you were such a fun thing.

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My English is embarrassing...sorry if I have any mistakes.

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Only Mine!

S-Snake x F! Reader

S-Snake has a deep need for a "sister" presence. Although created by Vegapunk, this need has somehow emerged in S-Snake from the genetic factor, as she has memories of Hancock and emotional traces of her sisterly bonds.

You are an older assistant from Vegapunk's experimental team who directly deals with S-Snake. You collect her scientific data...and gradually become a sister 💖✨

!!This series consists of short episodes!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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You were sitting in the rest area in the afternoon. You were sprawled out on a chair, half asleep, with a data tablet in your hand. As you worked in silence, you noticed someone approaching you.

S-Snake.

But this time, she wasn't alone.

Behind her was another Seraphim — S-Gecko (Seraphim Moria) who had brought your coffee. It was definitely a sight to behold for Vegapunk. Another bit of informations you had to bring him...ahhh! How nice.

His sharp teeth were revealed along with his big grin. “Y/N… try this,” S-Gecko said. “I put a lot of sugar but I think it tasted good this time. I don’t like sweets but you like sweets, right?”

You tried to smile. But S-Snake next to you suddenly jumped to her feet.

“NO!” She put both hands on her hips, her eyes blazing. “Y/N is my sister! No one can make her coffee! Nor can they offer her anything! Only I can bring my sister anything!”

S-Gecko narrowed his eyes, his grin disappearing. “Yours? Do you own her or something?”

S-Snake pursed her lips. Then she folded her arms and turned her face to you. “Even if she’s not mine…I’m her sister.” She pointed her finger at S-Gecko. “And she’s…my sister. She can’t call anyone else ‘sibling.’ Period!”

She turned to you. Her eyebrows were furrowed. “Don’t you dare call anyone else ‘sibling’. It’ll break my heart!”

You couldn’t comprehend what had happened. Despite your exhaustion, you laughed heartily. “Okay. Okay, little sister. I promise I’ll only call you sister.”

S-Snake relaxed instantly. She sat down next to you. S-Gecko pouted and left your coffee for you. “We’ll see if someone calls me brother one day." He muttered as he left.

“You go play house with your shadows!” S-Snake said. She brushed her hair back gracefully as if satisfied and looked at you with her signature smile.

S-Snake leaned back into the pillow as if triumphant. “I feel like a real sister now!” She said happily.

Ah…what a mess you’ve gotten yourself into. At least it was sweet. And instant coffee.

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Can you write one piece dilfs playing 7 minutes in heaven with reader, please?

I love your one piece scenarios, hope you'll continue

OP Dilfs playing 7 minutes in heaven

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

A/N: how could you possibly end up playing this game with these mature men? nobody knows, but here you are.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

His expression didn't change when you both got selected.

He entered the closet like nothing happened.

But also, didn't move, not even an inch.

Thanks to the darkness, you didn't saw his almost flustered face and a little hint of nervous sweat running thru his neck.

"And... how was your day going?" you were surprised, he was trying to make conversation.

"Good, better now."

"How can it be better if we are both..." his mind started to click "ohhhh"

"We don't have to do anything if..."

"I rather prefer taking you out on dinner or something." he was finally a little calmer.

Donquixote Doflamingo

Big mistake, he is a pain in the ass and also very big.

He had a hard time getting inside of the closet.

To the point that the only good way for you both to be there is was for you to sit on him.

Of course, you didn't want to sit on his lap so you did it on his knees.

"The view is not so bad from down here." you rapidly went to close your legs and pull down your skirt.

"Pervert." he then separated a little his knees, trying to make you fall "and idiot."

"And your king, you should be pleased to be here with me."

"No." and then he managed to move his knees and drop you on his lap and chest.

"Auch, my dick." he grabed your hands and pulled you up a little.

"You were the one moving." you kissed his nose, just to make him mad.

Sr. Crocodile

Another problem, like Doflamingo, he is big.

But he is smaller so he was able to stand up.

The thing is that you were on the height of his dick, more or less.

And he was doing the best he could, not to make it violent for you.

"Ummm, Sir Crocodile..."

"Don't say anything." he tried to sound serious, but he was frustated that any moment you could feel his 'excitement'.

"I was going to say that if you left your hook outside, we could have a little more space."

"Maybe you are right." you on your side, also tried to calm yourself cause you are feeling all the radiating warmth of his body.

"And... how is bussiness?" that made him realize you were uncomfortable, cause you never ask that.

"I don't know how could I look at your face after this." you grabbed his hand and kissed him.

"Maybe with a blush and a kiss?"

Smoker

Nervous, really nervous.

From the time someone propossed the game, from the time he sat down and when you were both finally selected.

When you both entered the place he decided to turn his back on you.

But still he was dying of nervousness and you were a little dissapointed.

"You know, I expected this to be a little more fun" you said, catching his attention. "when people do this kinds of things, they tend to be more... proactive."

"Yeah?" he was starting to get the thought that you wanted him to move.

"Yeah, I don't mean have sex, but ... we can still have fun." and then, a small flow of smoke started carresing the skin of your thights and breasts.

"Something like this?" you smiled.

Akagami Shanks

He was a little drunk so he was being noisy.

He even hugged you when the bottle landed on yourself.

He grabbed you and went to the closet without shame.

When the door closed, both of you were still close, really close.

"I am really excited to be here, with you." he was almost comical.

"I can see that... you are being really touchy." you said laughing a little.

"You don't want me too" his mood dropped to the ground.

"I do," you grabbed his hands to put them around your shoulders.

He started laughing like a teenager and started peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"Yeah." he put his hands up in a sign of victory but ended up hurting his fingers with the closet's ceiling.

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Ahhh dango

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"A Little Smile"

S-Snake x F! Reader

S-Snake has a deep need for a "sister" presence. Although created by Vegapunk, this need has somehow emerged in S-Snake from the genetic factor, as she has memories of Hancock and emotional traces of her sisterly bonds.

You are an older assistant from Vegapunk's experimental team who directly deals with S-Snake. You collect her scientific data...and gradually become a sister 💖✨

!!This series consists of short episodes!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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“You never smile at me.”

The tray in your hand was still shaking when S-Snake came to you from afar with her pattering steps. You were sitting in front of her, stirring your coffee alone. It was the break from the morning shift. All you wanted was peace and quiet. But even then, it was clear that you couldn’t be alone.

“Everyone smiles at you,” you said. She waved your answer away as if she hadn’t heard. “That’s why I want it!” she growled.

She leaned in to you until she was shoulder length. Her arms were folded behind her, eyes wide. “Please? A tiny smile? Is that too much?”

You tilted your head to the side. The sad end was obvious to everyone who saw them. “You won’t turn me into stone, will you?”

“No. Today I promise. Just…smile once and I won’t ask for anything else.”

You sipped your coffee.

And… you giggled a little.

S-Snake’s eyes lit up. She straightened up immediately. “YOU SMILED!"

“No,” you said. “Just the coffee was lukewarm. It doesn’t count.”

S-Snake’s big smile suddenly fell off her face. “This...is sabotage!”

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Two hours had passed since your break. You were working at a fast pace, reluctantly, hoping to finish the tasks at hand. Everything was silent and meta.

And of course, S-Snake had appeared before you again.

This time...she was holding a small cardboard box. On it were written in capital letters: "You can only open it if you smile at me."

"What's this?" you said, putting down your work and taking off your gloves.

She gave her signature smile as if pleased with the question. “A surprise! There’s something very special inside. But I’ll only open it if you give me a real smile. I make the rules!”

You raised your eyebrows. “This is sabotage.”

“This is strategy.”

“This is childish.”

“I’m a child.”

She said this with a slight tilt of her head. Let’s admit, it was a little cute.

You took a deep breath. And you smiled a little involuntarily. This time it was real.

S-Snake opened the box excitedly. Inside...

...was a lame "I love you" text. In a heart-shaped, childish text:

"Your smile, my power-up!"

She looked at you and blushed. Her cheeks were as red as a freshly ripened strawberry.

"Well...I'm not sure if this is funny but..."

You stared at her in silence for a moment. Then you leaned over and closed the lid of the box and put it in your safe under the desk. “There’s no power-up. But I’ll keep this in the office.”

S-Snake’s face turned bright red.

And that’s when…the Mero Mero no Mi worked.

“Ahh…"

...

“…you look like you’ve been turned to stone.”

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"Wanted Relations"

S-Snake x F! Reader

S-Snake has a deep need for a "sister" presence. Although created by Vegapunk, this need has somehow emerged in S-Snake from the genetic factor, as she has memories of Hancock and emotional traces of her sisterly bonds.

You are an older assistant from Vegapunk's experimental team who directly deals with S-Snake. You collect her scientific data...and gradually become a sister 💖✨

!!This series consists of short episodes!!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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S-Snake had returned from a long mission test.

She was obviously tired. But the expression of tiredness was not on her face, but on her shoulders.

You were busy organizing your notes. She silently approached you and sat on the ground. She pulled her knees to chest. She leaned her big head next to her knees. She didn't say anything.

This…wasn’t the first time. In recent weeks, she had made it a habit to find you like this after a mission and come to you silently. It was confusing, maybe she needed closeness or maybe she was just bored.

“Did something happen?” you asked after a while.

She bowed her head. A whisper-like voice came out of her hair. “I was with the other Seraphim today. They were all very quiet. They were all…just mission related.”

A momentary pause. She seemed uncertain. She felt like she was about to give away some big information.

“But…something crossed my mind. When I was returning from the mission…I wanted someone to hold my hands.”

You weren’t surprised. Or you were too focused on her words to be surprised. Her sentences like that were normal now, even though they were not. S-Snake had a “soft core” inside her that was left over from Hancock. Boa Hancock had siblings…maybe it was because of them.

Your eyes widened. It was the most logical thing. S-Snake maybe wanted someone she could be herself with, she wanted to see if she could get a chance to be herself. All she had was her commands and her sweetness. Sandersonia… Marigold… They were always together. Boa wasn’t alone when she was with them.

A short silence. It was as if she had read your thoughts.

The words came out of your mouth for some unknown reason. “I don’t have a sister.”

“Actually…I never had one. But…if I did I would let her sit like this.”

Her eyes sparkled slightly.

She slid next to you.

“Be my sister.”

S-Snake who has the same ego as Hancock, saying something like that…you laughed. “Are you serious?”

"You seem to have already. You growl when you get angry. You covered up my weakness in the mission the other day. You also combed my hair. Before I knew it...you became my sister."

A momentary warmth enveloped you. Because she was neither taking orders...nor showing power right now. Or she was manipulating someone's feelings for power.

She was just like a little girl. Trusting you.

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In The Shadow Of The Sword

S-Hawk (Pure/platonic) x Reader

A series of short episodes that explore S-Hawk's descent into off-system behavior.

Part 1 / Part 2 /

A few days after you first met, Egghead’s large garden was bathed in pale golden tones as the sun set. You sat by the stone wall, notebook in hand, taking notes. The plants, the light level, the artificial humidity…but your mind was somewhere else entirely: On that boy. S-Hawk. Maybe it was because you had seen Mihawk in the past.

Now the childhood of the person you had never wondered about had entered your life. It was pure comedy. The clone of the Greatest Swordsman…a pacifista, what would do if he found out about his existence? It was a sight you didn’t want to see but it was something you wanted to know about.

Something moved in the distance, in the shadows. Your focus was torn from the notebook in your hand, your eyes involuntarily shifted there. S-Hawk. He was standing behind the trees. He was watching. Again. As he always did. You were used to the gazes of the Seraphim but his was strange. It was confusing, not just for you. It was like that for him.

This time, instead of ignoring him you turned your head and smiled. Trying to keep your tone gentle, you blurted out “You can come sit down if you want.”

He hesitated. He didn’t come closer. But he took a few steps forward. Just a few steps. And then… he stayed there. He was silent. His silence didn’t scare you anymore. But there was a gnawing curiosity inside you.

“Do you think I’m weak?”

His eyes turned to you. A slight wrinkle formed between his eyebrows.

This felt like in the past the Warlord you see was in front of you.

“Am I weak?” you repeated.

“No." he said.

“Then why are you always watching me?”

“Conservation.”

He paused. Then, almost invisibly, he bowed his head. "Perhaps...it's not my duty. But it's all I want to do."

"Sometimes...you don't serve others, you lead yourself."

The words sounded so ridiculous when they came out of his mouth that you wanted to roll your eyes at yourself. Be honest you didn’t even know what to say since he was talking to you like this, out of order. Maybe these words would lead him astray even further and that was the last thing you wanted.

S-Hawk didn't turn his head. But he sighed softly, without you noticing.

It wasn't duty, it was feeling that bound him to you. But while he couldn't understand it yet, it could never be explained to you.

For those who haven't read the pinned section on the account, let me tell you. Don't worry the series will never go in the wrong direction. It's like the pure feelings S-Snake feels for Luffy. I never write bad things about Seraphims, they are my life force!!

[iloveseraphims]

Blade Leg S-Hawk

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I finally catch up on One Piece. The Seraphims are so cuteeeeeee

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진촤 잠 by 참숮@chamsut0905

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*Leech guy comes towards them*

S-Flamingo: You know, you're lucky something like this doesn't in your family.

Doflamingo: He's from my family.

S-Flamingo: Oh-

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I was looking for my sleeping pills too, thanks 🐦‍⬛

Tangled in the Vines -Soft Scene with Mihawk

Warnings: suggestive

Word Count: 523

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Reader

"Soft Scene with Mihawk" Series

crossposted on AO3

The breeze is warm, the sun softened by hanging grape vines that rustle like whispers. Mihawk is still beside you, but there’s a shift in the way his gaze lingers now. Not just fond. Not just curious. It’s the kind of look that’s heavier with want—muted, smoldering, and intimate in a way that makes your pulse stutter.

His thumb is still touching your hand, sliding across your knuckles like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

“We should head back,” you say quietly, though you make no move to stand.

“Should we?” His voice is lower now, and there’s the barest trace of a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth.

And then—his other hand lifts. Fingers trail lightly along your jaw, brushing hair behind your ear. The touch is reverent, steady. “No one comes here,” he says softly, like it’s both a promise and a temptation.

Your breath catches.

And before your reply can form, he leans in again—but this time, his kiss is not gentle.

It starts soft, yes—but deepens with each second. His mouth slants over yours, firm and slow, like he’s tasting something he’s craved for longer than he’ll ever admit. One hand cups the back of your neck, angling you closer. The other presses against the small of your back, pulling you into him with quiet finality.

You feel the edge of his coat as you slide closer, the faint creak of leather, the smell of wine and sun-warmed skin and something darker, spiced—him.

He lowers you onto the soft grass between the vines, moving with deliberate grace, careful and unhurried but fully intentional. His body hovers over yours, a shadow cast in golden light, eyes never leaving your face.

“You want this,” he says—not a question. A certainty, but offered gently, with space to retreat.

“I do,” you breathe.

And just like that, his restraint unravels—slowly.

His coat pools beside you. Calloused hands map the skin beneath your blouse, lifting it with reverence, uncovering each inch like it’s sacred. He’s not hurried. He watches every reaction—the gasp when his fingers ghost over your ribs, the arch of your back as he kisses along your sternum, the way your hands find purchase in his hair.

When he finally presses his hips against yours, it’s with a low exhale against your throat.

“Here?” you whisper, breathless.

He kisses your pulse. “Let the vineyard remember,” he murmurs, voice like dusk, like wine-dark velvet.

The world around you fades into quiet rustling leaves and shallow breaths. He makes love to you in the vineyard, with the same precision he wields a blade—but gentler. Every thrust, every kiss, every quiet exhale drawn out like music between the vines.

When it’s over, you lie tangled together in the shade, the scent of crushed grass and sun-warmed grapes all around.

Mihawk doesn’t rise to leave. He stays with you, one arm tucked beneath your head, the other tracing slow, reverent circles along your side.

“You’re more dangerous than any swordsman I’ve faced,” he murmurs against your temple, his voice low and warm.

You smile, eyes closed.

“And you like it.”

His silence answers everything.