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Sacred Heart

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Yaawwwwnnnnn....finished some cps design requests...

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Cross Guild More like Tomato Guild

Crocodile: likes tomatoes 🍅🐊

Mihawk: grows tomatoes 🍅🦅

Buggy: tomato nose 🤡

🍅🍅🍅

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Miss Crocodile has a very important and urgent meeting with the leader of the revolutionaries. The funny thing is, it's been quite a few years since they last saw each other.

I really wanted to do something about Miss Crocodile and ended up cooking this up in my mind, hehe.

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murderous intent

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The new chapter like oh I know Shanks grinds his teeth about Cross Guild every single day

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Croc & Hawk (+Buggy) - Dancing Hawk

Sometimes, when Mihawk is bored, and the right music is playing, he'll just break into dancing flamenco. Preferably, when there's enough alcohol in his system, but not necessarily.

Buggy, accidentally walking into the scene for the first time, when he needed to talk to Crocodile. Sweating in nervousness as he watches the ever so serious Mihawk magnificently twirling and stomping in the middle of the room.

“Um… I’m sorry… Am I interrupting anything?”

Crocodile takes his eyes from the newspaper to look at the clown.

“No. He does that sometimes. What do you want?”

When Crocodile first saw this behavior he was surprised too, laughing and watching it with attention. Mihawk is amazing. He could pursuit becoming the best dancer in the world if he wanted. But Crocodile got used to it over time. And Mihawk gets so absorbed in it there's no interacting with him. So, most often, Crocodile just keeps working while his associate intensely dances in the background. Like a majestic bird.

It can be a bit noisy, but he doesn't mind it. It's kinda like having a TV on while you do something else. And from time to time he checks on it.

“Hm. Beautiful form.”

About them, Buggy can only think:

Whatever floats your boat…

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I gave you everything you ever wanted It wasn't what you wanted

You're so cruel

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Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves

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Happy Father's Day Mihawk rahhhh

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Not me thinking about how Talon can't swim because of his green blood but his dad can swim and he thinks that's the most unfair thing in the world so he's given a little bananawani inner tube and some polka dot floaties and Papa Mihawk is guiding him through a tide pool by the hands while Talon flaps his wings on the surface of the water! 😭😭😭

It's crazy how I completely forgot that the Seraphim can't swim lol. It also makes me wonder what was Vegapunk and the World Government thinking? Here you have a nearly perfect super soldier that you can mass produce, and it's one weakness is the substance that covers 90% of your planet? That seems like quite a gamble to take on the Seraphims' success rate.

Anyway, Talon is totally jealous of Mihawk's ability to swim! Of course, Mihawk can't just sit there and watch him pout. So he decides some splashing and wading in the lagoon won't really hurt. He never lets Talon out of his sight once while they go in circles in the lagoon, and the second Mihawk notices the tide coming in, they are out of the water. He lets Talon warm up on the sand and provides him snacks to regain his strength faster. Then they watch the sunset together.

Talon is happy he finally got to experience the water properly. Mihawk is proud of his stamina and bravery. All in all, a perfect day at the beach!

Next time, Buggy invites himself and is expectantly waiting with his own inner tube and floaties. Crocodile is content to just sit in the sun, unbothered.

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The All-Seeing Eyes

An AU to how Mihawk meets his Seraphim clone.

Content warning: Injury, blood

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Karai Bari was under full assault.

Luckily, they had time to prepare in the form of the Straw Hat Pirates and one of their allied crews arriving ahead with a warning. They had escaped Egghead, and the World Government was not happy about it. It was time to take things to the Emperors themselves and deal with the problem before it could even become an issue.

The Navy brought a few of their new weapons along for good measure. One of them, Mihawk was watching intently, with curiosity and concern. The Seraphim creature with a sword was busy twirling on the sky in a duel with an unknown pirate from the Straw Hat Fleet. Mihawk was busy on the ground with his own opponents, but his eyes were keenly aware of the situation above him. Just how much similar was this...boy supposed to be to him?

A blast of fire from the ships offshore drew Mihawk's attention and he deflected. At the same time, a sudden pressure wave broke the air above him, rattling his senses and he braced. He looked up.

Mihawk saw it too late.

The chil-the clone he'd been observing during the assault had been temporarily disoriented by an explosion of conqueror's haki, leaving themselves open to attack. As Yoru repelled a barrage of cannonfire from the sea, Mihawk watched as the winged creature received a single, devastatingly powerful blow with a seastone weapon from its opponent, knocking them out of the sky.

Mihawk couldn't peel his eyes away. The Seraphim crashed into the scorched sandy beach of Karai Bari, its sword tumbling from its hand and stabbing the earth next to it. Then, there was a scream. Mihawk flinched and something tore through his very being, leaving a thrashing animal inside him in its wake. A child screamed in agony, and Mihawk's feet had never ran faster.

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S-Hawk knew it was too late to correct. In that split-second slip up, he'd left himself open, and his opponent smashed into him. Everything went black for a moment and then just as quickly, the red warning signals flashed across his vision. It was too late. He dropped his sword He was falling out of the sky.

His back crashed into the ground. Warning signs and bells flashed in his mind. He couldn't focus on any of it to see what was wrong. All he knew, was that something was definitely wrong. All he could feel was…pain.

Terrible, agonizing pain.

The first time he'd ever felt such a thing.

The sensation overrode his automatic self defense systems and sent a million fold of electrical signals to a reflex he did not know he had. He screamed.

In that instant, every other protocol he had shattered, and S-Hawk screamed in agony. In hurt. In fear. He was frozen on the ground, unable to move, completely open to his enemies, and he was scared. His eyes became wet and burned. All he could do was scream and cry. Because it hurt so much.

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Mihawk dashed over to where the Seraphim lay. Above in his periphery, the attacker was preparing a final blow. Mihawk willed every ounce of haki down his arm and into his sword and launched Yoru with that force of will directly in the path of the oncoming attack. The blade landed upright at the Seraphim's side, precisely where it needed to be to blow back the assault and send the attacker flying across the bay.

Mihawk arrived at the scene of the wailing creature. The wings were flared out in a crooked manner, feathers tangled in each other. The arms and hands scratched at the sand beneath, trying to grip something, while the legs bent and spasmed with the pain from the open wound in the torso, just below the ribcage. What he could only assume was blood, green and vibrant, seeped out and stained the pure white shirt. Mihawk then looked at the face, and he fell to his knees.

This was a child.

He leaned over the Seraphim, his hat blocking the sunlight from above. The sudden shadow caught the child's attention and the tear swollen eyes focused on him in shock. Mihawk could see the boy's fear and hurt, and that sight twisted his throat and collapsed his chest.

"It's okay," Mihawk said once he found his voice again.

The wailing suddenly stopped, turning into rapid whimpers as the child heard his words.

"It's okay, little one. I'm here."

The boy's breathing became calm and he stared at Mihawk, unblinking.

Mihawk couldn't look away from him. Everything stopped around him and was silenced as he gazed into the strange, yet familiar visage. He felt something click in his brain, sprouted from his very being, and it spread to his eyes and his vision and cleared away his old perceptions of the world.

This was his existence now. This was a clone made of him. This was his child.

A long whistle came from the distance, piercing the silence around him, and he turned his eyes upward at a cannonball heading straight for his head.

Before he could reach Yoru, the ball was sliced in two and detonated harmlessly along the beach. "Watch your back, old man!" Roronoa Zoro chided as the Straw Hats' swordsman landed gracefully beside him.

Mihawk ignored the annoyed look. "Zoro! Take his sword!"

Now there was a confused look. "What?"

Zoro did not get an explanation though because Mihawk picked up the wounded Seraphim as gently as he could, and ran from the beach to the treeline. Zoro could only follow with Yoru and the Seraphim's sword in his hands.

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S-Hawk still felt the pain. He still felt the fear. The warning signs still flashed red across his mind. But, somehow, he felt calm.

As soon as he saw the shadow above him, as soon as he saw the face that was seared into his data banks, as soon as he saw the golden eyes…he felt calm wash over him. And he stopped screaming.

He never looked away from those eyes. He focused on them and it had a secondary effect on his life support systems. He wasn't sure how, but his body was able to run its diagnostic command and begin treating the injured area. The most critical internal damage was given priority and repaired to ensure he would not go into a stasis lock, but there was still a warning message that he needed external treatment.

S-Hawk kept that thought in his mind, but he wasn't as concerned anymore. He wasn't as scared. Those golden eyes shown on him as bright as the sun and he was made visible and seen by them, and he was going to be alright. He still didn't know how he knew that. He just did.

There was some shouting from somewhere, and then S-Hawk was picked up. The lift disturbed his wound somewhat and he grimaced, but he didn't cry. He only stayed focused on the eyes and the face of Dracule Mihawk, his prototype, as he was carried away. His head was leaning on the man's shoulder. He heard every racing breath, felt every pounding heartbeat. S-Hawk was soothed by the sensations and he almost cried out in protest when they disappeared while he was put down on the ground again.

They were now in the safety of the trees, no longer out in the open. The battle sounded so far away, and all his ears registered was Mihawk calling out for a medic.

A little creature with a funny-looking hat appeared at his side and began speaking about him with its high-pitched voice.

"He is bleeding, but the source seems to be sealing on its own."

"Can you help him, Chopper?"

"It looks like the internal damage is already taken care of somehow, but I still need to patch up the open wound so it doesn't worsen while he heals."

"Look out!"

The green-haired swordsman yelled out and dashed away to block what could only be another attack. S-Hawk couldn't see what was happening. He only heard the sounds of a counterattack by the swordsman and the sudden rushing of sand.

A dark canopy enveloped them, creating a barrier that sheltered them from any other assaults. S-Hawk recognized the looming figure of his sister's prototype, Sir Crocodile, standing over Mihawk. He didn't like the feel of the cold purple eyes, and sought out the warm gold instead.

"You're sure about this, Hawkeyes?"

"I was not going to leave him like that, Crocodile. He's just a child."

"Yes…he's your child, by the looks of it. Jinbe and Straw Hat are currently pushing the Navy back, so this is your last chance if you want to send him back to his commanders."

The golden eyes stared at S-Hawk, soft and determined, possessive and protective, completely different from the emotionless, analytical gazes S-Hawk was accustomed to.

"I will never do such a thing."

The eyes pierced into S-Hawk's own and he got the strange feeling of being exposed, opened up, as if his prototype could see every circuit, every command code, every warning signal, lacing S-Hawk's entire being. However, they also saw every feeling encapsulating him right now, every fear, every little hope that he didn't have to fight anymore, at least for today. Even though S-Hawk was completely silent, save for a rattled breath here and there, he felt he did not have to explain himself. He did not have to justify his tears or his screams earlier. He didn't have to ask for the safety he was hoping to receive among this band of targets he was sent here to eliminate. That initial directive had been strangely corrupted. He did not have to say anything, because his prototype already knew what he wanted. The golden eyes saw everything as it was.

The tiny medic continued to work. The tall Crocodile kept standing guard. S-Hawk was surrounded, but not by hostiles. He reached a shaky hand up, and Mihawk immediately took it in his own. He held onto the boy with one strong, powerful hand while the other stroked the white hair matted to the tear-stained face.

"It's okay. I'm here. You're safe with me."

S-Hawk smiled at his reflection in the golden eyes.

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This idea attacked me at 4am this morning and would not let go until I wrote it down. It's just an alternative scenario to how Mihawk first meets S-Hawk. I don't know if I'll incorporate it into Talon's story or not, just playing around for now. Also pretending the Seraphim may not be as indestructible as they seem under certain circumstances lol.

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Papa Bird

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They live in my mind rent-free

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Mihawk: *looking out at the night sky and trying to remember his father's face* Were you ever there?

Nemo: *snuffling and crying as his glowing red nose runs*

Mihawk: *using the nasal aspirator and shifting Nemo in his arms* Let's get you something to drink.

Gryphon: Papa, my throat's scratchy.

Gabriel: I had a bad dream! 😢

Mihawk: I'm right here.

Buggy: *listening to the seagulls in the morning* Are you there, Captain?

Nemo: *nudging Buggy with a block* Dada!

Gabriel: It's your turn, Daddy!

Gryphon: C'mon! I wanna play Creatures and Caverns next!

Buggy: Okay, okay, ya little fusspots, I'm right here!

Crocodile: *watching a white whale breech in the afternoon sun* I should have been there more.

Gryphon: Baba, look! We found seashells!

Gabriel: Mine's striped like a bumblebee! 😁 Come here and see!

Nemo: *tossing sandy shells in the air* Agoopthblumbababa!!

Crocodile: *giving a small smile at the Thousand Sunny coming over the horizon before turning around* I heard you. I'm right here.