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m-musings · 3 months

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Not a Joke: Buggy the Clown X Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Buggy is feeling insecure & his partner helps him feel better.

Warnings/Other Notes: nothing, its m's typical cheesy fluff, what else can i say?

Most of the time, the captain of the Big Top Pirates gave off a very confident, entertaining and creative persona.

Always bragging or boasting in some way, he knew that he was a powerful and determined man and was intent on proving that to the rest of the world.

But every so often, there would be nights where that little voice in his head would say otherwise, telling him he isn't worth the trouble or that he should just give up while he's ahead.

After all, he may be strong and tough, but there's other's on the seas and beyond who are stronger and tougher, so tonight is one of those rough ones.

"Bugs, what's wrong?" Mutters a voice from the other side of the room.

Buggy- who had been lost in thought at his writing desk in his sleeping quarters- snaps out of his trance and looks over to his bed to see his lover peering worriedly at him from under a blanket.

With a brief shake of his head, a dejected huff escaped from his red-stained mouth. Turning in his chair to face her, he tried to will an assuring smile to his face, but it appeared to be more of a grimace than anything.

"It's nothin', Sweets... just been a long day. Go back to bed, I'll join after a while."

Letting out a quiet sigh, (Y/n) lifts the covers off her body before getting up and stepping over to the pirate to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

"C'mon, Buggy, I know you! I can tell when something's up with you, so spill."

"(Y/n), I'm fine, I promise. Please, just go relax, I'm almost done here."

"Buggy..."

(Y/n) clicks her tounge at the clown before she crouches slightly to be at eye level with him.

Furrowing his brow in response, he glances over at her as she shrugs her shoulders in inquisition. Releasing a forlorn sigh of his own, Buggy nervously skims a hand over his chin, not used to sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings.

"Can't hide anything from you, huh (N/n)?" Buggy finally relinquishes with a half-hearted chuckle.

His other hand delicately held hers as he guided his darling partner to sit in his lap. As she rests, he begins softly kissing her palm when she places it on his cheek.

"No, you really can't. Now, tell me what's got you so gloomy today." Presses (Y/n) as she gently runs her hands through his blue tresses.

The pirate runs his tounge over his painted lips as he searches for the right words. Opening and closing his mouth in indecision, he shuts his eyes for a moment as he manages to find what he wants to say.

"I just feel so... useless lately. Like, no matter what I do, it seems like someone is always beating me down or throwing me around. It's getting on my fucking nerves. And I hate feeling like that..."

"Oh, Bug..."

"But it's not just that either! I feel like everyone around me only sees me as some kind of joke. And not in the usual way, y'know?" Grumbles the clown as he leans his head against (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"It's gotten to the point where I cant help but feel like no one cares. And it hurts. A lot."

A short hum emits from the woman's lips, causing Buggy to peek one saddened eye up at her face.

"Well, I can tell you for a fact that that's not true."

Buggy's eyebrow raises in intrigue as he cautiously lifts his head to meet (Y/n)'s gaze.

"Yeah? what makes you say that?"

"I mean, just look around the ship. The crew absolutely adores you, you're their flashy Captain Buggy, after all! And you have me! I love you more than anything in the world." States (Y/n) as she happily scrunches up her nose.

"And also, you are not a joke at all. You are a brave, strapping and, not to mention, handsome pirate captain. You're the total package!"

Buggy pauses for a moment, grabbing her hand again and placing it against his chest, which was thrumming softly to the beat of his heart.

"You really mean it?" He whispers lowly as he grips her hand a little tighter than before, making sure not to hurt her.

"Of course I do! Have you ever known me to lie about something like that?"

Buggy thinks for a moment until he eventually shakes his head in denial.

"No, I guess not. In fact, You're one of the the most honest people I know..." Scoffs Buggy, as if the answer was obvious.

"So then you gotta believe me when I say you're loved, Buggy. So, so much. And I'll remind you every day if I have to." (Y/n) coos before pulling him towards herself for a warm hug.

At the feel of her embrace, the tension that Buggy didn't realize he had been carrying in his muscles began to wash away. A pleased rumble emits from Buggy's throat as he puts his head against hers.

"Thanks, baby. I really needed to hear that." Smiles Buggy as the frustration in his eyes fades.

"Anytime, love. I'm sorry you've been feeling so bad about this stuff... is there anything else I can do to help you feel better?"

As Buggy shakes his head no, he places a kiss on (Y/n)'s nose. As she touches the spot where his lips touched her, he gives her a tiny grin.

"You just bein' in my arms and reassuring me is helping a lot already, doll. Now, come on, let's get some shut eye, this shit can wait 'til later."

Buggy then lifts her up and takes her back to their plush bed, making her giggle as they both plop down on the mattress. After using his chop-chop powers to turn off the light illuminating the room, he tugs the blanket over the two of them before holding her against his chest.

"Get some sleep, (Y/n), 'cause we're spending alllll day together tomorrow, just us." Buggy orders as he gives a light kiss to the top of her head.

"Aye, aye, Cap'n ." Teases (Y/n), dotting a line of kisses along Buggy's jawline before she slowly lets her eyes fall shut.

And as the stars shine through the small porthole window on the other side of the room, hushed "I love you's" are exchanged as the couple drifts to sleep in each others arms.

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xxkitty13 · 9 months

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The Serpent's Den

Buggy x Fem Reader

NSFW

Will you take a bite?

Birds sing during the pouring of the rain. The weather is hot and humid. Sticky to the human skin, perfect for those with scales. The vegetation is plentiful, the rain showers provide a lush landscape, green expands to the horizon.

The trees are the holy land to the habitants, offering food and shelter. The streams below are dangerous. Even to the alligators, the waters are not safe.

In the dark cave that the river ends to, a scaly beast lies dormant. The animals avoid the area despite the pleasant scenery.

He has been stalking a particular prey, following their every move. The victim happens to a human. A woman to be specific.

The woman’s beauty caught the eye of the snake. Enchanting him with her soft laugher and smile. He’s only seen her from afar at the outskirts of the large river. He watches over her, eliminating any predators who dare take his prey.

He tried luring her with different baits, but all failed. The villagers know not to cross the rocky parts of the river. In that section of the jungle, a fearsome predator resides. Nothing is known of it. No one has survived to tell the tale. For once, that bothered him. The reputation he upholds prevents the woman to travel any further. Wise choice indeed.

Even so, he waits patiently. A true predator takes their time.

The snake sleeps in the shallow parts of the cave. The waterfall that empties over the large opening, soothes his sleep, the crashing sound tunes off the voices of the jungle. But a distant laughter awoke him.

It’s the woman.

He jolted from the water. This is closest she’s been to his hideout. A devious smile plasters on his face, it’s time to make a move.

“Come,” a voice hisses.

Y/n stopped her tracks. She’s down the river looking a medicinal herb, risking going deeper in the beast’s territory. The words continue.

“Come closer.”

The voice lured her. She knows not to cross behind the large rocks, but curiosity won the battle. Who is calling out to her?

She is careful to not slip on the wet rocks as she holds down her thin long dress. Each step takes her through larger rocks and an opening comes across her at the edge of where the river spills. The large bush shakes next to a boulder. She goes to see what caused the movement and is met with a descend to the bottom.

The rugged stairs are old, the steps are made of the tree roots that line with the slope. As she heads down, she comes across a beautiful sight.

The waterfall ends at a plunge pool. The body of water houses varies plant species. Ones she’s never seen before.

Y/n eyes set to the apple tree. The fruit of the tree is absolutely beautiful. The bright red glistens from the small of the sunlight that spreads down the jungle floor.

"Take a bite, don't be shy," someone whispered.

Following its orders, she walks to the tree. A large apple hangs from a branch, almost teasing her. She reaches for the fruit, twisting off the slim twig. The red apple barely fits on the palms of her hands. It’s heavy and juicy. Her lips barely touch the skin, the smooth leathery texture soothes her with the cold touch.

“Go ahead.”

She suddenly stops her trance. Sweat forms, dripping down her forehead. “What am I doing?” Her body is stricken with an unknown fear. Adrenaline pumps through her blood vessels, something is wrong.

The apple she holds in her hands is no longer appealing. She drops it. In a panic, she looks around. Her heart racing. There’s an unprecedented danger nearby, she knows it.

“Eat the fruit.”

“No! W-who are you?!” she shouts.

No answer.

“Why do want me to eat the apple?”

A long tail slithers through the plants.

“I’m surprised. No human has been able to resist my commands.”

Coming from the side of the apple tree, a set of pierce yellow eyes lock with hers.

“Why couldn’t you be like the rest,” he hissed.

All of the sudden, he lunges at her and uses his muscular tail to constrict around the woman’s body. Her lungs slowly crush in at the tightness.

“Just eat the fucking apple!” He grits, forcing the apple over her mouth.

“No!”

With all of her might, she managed to free an arm and slap the man right across his face, knocking the apple in the process.

“You bitch!” he hissed with anger. His scaly tail tightens its grip, trying to stop the air flow in her lungs.

“P-please. . .stop,” she cries. The constriction is inevitable. She hitches at the overwhelming grip the tail has over her body. Her breathing is labored and heavy. A tight feeling on her chest becomes insufferable. Her world fades to darkness as she drew her last breath.

“Sleep.” Is the last thing she heard.

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A sharp pain strikes her head. Y/n groans as her eyes fluttered opened. Her vision is foggy as a stinging sensation throbs against her temples. She adjusts her eyes to the darkness around her. The cold wet rock sent shivers down her spine. The obnoxious dripping wound from the roof drove her insane.

“I see that you’re awake.”

Y/n turns her head to take a look at the owner of the voice. The reveal is shocking. Emerging from the deeper end of the cave, a mythical creature presents itself. A half human and half snake man.

She does not know where to begin to describe the creature. His long luscious blue hair is wild and messy. The locs that cover his face and transcend down his torso. He wears nothing, but his bare hairy chest, every muscle defined and abdomen with tone abs. Thick hair trails down to his groin and ends at his waistline. His muscular snake tail makes up the bottom portion of his body. The vibrant blue scales shimmer from the light emitting from the other side of the waterfall. The color blends to the white under belly of the tail. The appendage is long and clearly strong.

He is beautiful and frightening.

The snake man pushes his hair out of his face, finally revealing himself completely. The first thing she notices is the large red nose. It is round and bright, taking the space of his face. But behind the unique nose lies a handsome man. His yellow eyes are fierce and are paired with long lashes. Stubble fills his sharp jawline, finishing off the manly features he holds. Everything about him is alluring and threatening.

The mere gaze of the man makes her body tremble. She scoots back, her hands almost slipping off the edge and into the pool of water behind her. Looking back, the waterfall goes over the opening of the cave. She’s not a good swimmer, escaping would not be easy.

“Don’t move and I won’t hurt you,” he says, a lisp present in his voice.

“Y-you already did,” she barely whispers out.

The snake man only smirks. “If you would have taken a bite from that apple, you wouldn’t be hurt in the first place.”

The man slithers closer, the movement of his lower half amazed her. Each muscle of the tail worked together to provide locomotion. He circles around her, almost dipping into the pool behind her. Although the maintained his distance, his cold tail slides against her bare legs.

“Are you going to kill me?”

The woman’s eyes are big and shiny, glazed with tears from fright. The snake man chuckles in return, it’s evident that he is amused. The tip of his tail trails higher up her leg, going between her inner thighs. He lifts up the dress, exposing what lies underneath. She quickly puts down her dress, taken aback at the action. He continues to chuckle, his deep voice sending goosebumps over her skin.

“Will I kill you?”— he pauses— “No, no. . . I would have done that earlier.” The tip of the tail slithers out of her dress, slightly passing by her sex. The motion caused her to hitch.

She gulps. Before she passed out, he was constricting her, it would have been easy prey.

“I was hoping you would consume a piece of the fruit. It would have been painless and less risky. You’re lucky I know my strength.”

“What do you want from me, if you’re not going to eat me?”

The man stared at her with his intimidating glowing eyes, his tongue protrudes out and back in his mouth. The soft organ is a combination of human and snake-like, with the tip of it split in two. A cunning grin appears on his face, revealing his sharp curved canines.

“I want to eat you in another way.”

He slithers closer to her and wraps his tail around her right inner thigh.

“In another way?” Her eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean by that?”

“I want to make you mine, will you let me. . . pretty woman?” He smirks, hinting about her name.

A light bulb lits in her head as her face turns bright red. The tail coils up higher, the scaly tip dangerously close to the edge of her panties.

“I-it’s y/n. . .”

“Buggy,” he responds back.

Y/n admits that Buggy is hot and exotic. She feels her sex begin to throb as the cold tail trails higher to it. Her stomach begins to feel light and tight. This would be so taboo.

The snake man cannot help, but take a whiff of her arousal. It excites him. “I’d say you’re aboard with it.”

She hides her face with her hands. It’s questionable, but it intrigued her. Making love with a snake will be a new experience. However, a possibility of venom scared her.

“Will it be safe?” she points at his fangs.

He touched one of his fangs with his thumb. “I’m not the venomous kind. I’m a constrictor species.” His tail tightens against her leg.

Y/n exhales out in relief. Buggy laughs at her worries.

“Well then, are you ready love?”

He lets go of his grip of the leg and uses it to softly push her down. Y/n uses her arms for support, feeling her back lay on the hard cold rock below.

“It’s cold and hard. . .”

Buggy tilts his head. He’s used to the hard surface, but the human is not. An idea pops in his head and looks at the pool of water. He dips in the water and nudges her to get in. She looks at him puzzled.

“We’re doing it in there?”

“You can just dip your legs inside if you want. The temperature is warm.”

She hesitates, but scoots to the edge. Lifting the hem of the dress, she adds her lower legs into the clear water. The warmth is pleasant and soothing, eliminating the presence of the cold rock.

Buggy slithers in front of her legs, letting his face and arms rest on her thighs. His tongue protrudes out, showing his long-slit muscle. He winks at her, making her blush hard.

The snake man proceeds to lift the dress, exposing her undergarments. He pulls down the trim of the panties and guided them down her legs, she lifts them up, helping the removal. The cold air hits her lower region, her bare bottom on the cool rock. He balls the fabric in his hand and throws it away from the water.

He rubs his coarse hands over her thighs, making their way up. Her core tightens at the touch. His hands part her legs open and an extravagant view appears before him. The eye contact does not break between the two. His thumbs spread the delicate folds apart and a long lick from her hole to the clit brought delight to the woman.

The tongue is surprisingly cold, snakes are cold-blooded, but she did not take it to consideration. The cool sensation against her hot pussy is a nice combination. Buggy fangs carefully slide against her skin, making sure the sharp tips do not cut the thin tissue. He begins to suck on the wet hole and inserts his tongue in the entrance. The taste is addicting and wants nothing more than to have her juices squirt all over his mouth.

She lets out a soft moan, biting her lips at the tongue work. He fucks her with his long appendage, swirling around her warm insides. His tongue slips out and trades it with his index finger. It is more solid and rugged, nothing she can’t handle. The slits run across her needy bud, each side sliding around it.

“Oh, t-that feels-” y/n moans out.

Another digit slides inside of her, stretching her out. His fingers work magic, moving at a fast, but gentle pace. The other hand holds her folds apart as he uses his thumb to play with her clit, devouring her with his skilled tongue.

“Mmm, more-” She throws her head back, enjoying the man’s devotion to please her.

She grabs his head, pulling on the long hair for support. Buggy proceeds to hum against her pussy, providing a blissful sensation. He adds a third finger to her hole, fingering her just right. The woman’s moans are music to his ears. His tongue continues to flick her throbbing clit, making sure no area goes untouched. She feels her own sex become hot and beating with blood.

The buildup of pleasure becomes unbearable. Her legs shake at the overwhelming touch of his slick tongue. Her fingers grip tighter on his hair, he does not mind the slight stinging pain. The fingering inside fastens, hitting her hard. He sucks on the little abused bud and gives it no mercy. With everything going on, there was no more holding back for y/n. She screams out her orgasm, letting her juices paint his lovely tongue. Buggy laps all of it in an instant, holding onto her trembling thighs.

The snake man wipes his face and stares at the panting woman. She’s absolutely beautiful in his eyes. He wants to fuck to oblivion because of that. The sounds of the waterfall mix with her heavy breathing, he gives her some time to relax. But he cannot wait any longer.

He emerges out of the water and hovers over her body, using his arms to avoid crushing her.

“Did you like that?”

Y/n opens her eyes and nods, looking into his bright yellow orbs. He nears his face to her ear and licks the earlobe. His tongue trails down her jaw and down her collarbone. He suddenly rips her clothing; the fabric shreds fall beside her. She gasps and Buggy’s mouth attack her hard nipple. He nibbles on it gently and squeezes the other one. The soft tissue feels nice under his grasp.

He stops momentarily and towers over her. His hand slides down his abdomen and over his groin, he taps on it, and something springs out.

The woman’s eyes widen. “H-how is that possible?”

The snake man laughs. “Surprise.” He holds his hard erection with pride. The member is his human skin tone, and the slit is already leaking of precum.

“The fun isn’t over yet love.”

He drags her back to the edge of the pool and uses his tail to level himself over the water. His large cock intimidates the woman, but he assures her that will be okay. He strokes himself and guides the wet tip inside of her. Immediately he is met with the tight warm walls. Everything constricts around his member.

“Fuck,” he groans.

Y/n grits her teeth, it feels like she’s been ripped to shreds. Buggy notices her pain and slowly brings her to the pool of water. He holds her up against his toned arms and allows her insides to slowly take him in.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, kissing the side of her neck. He latches on her soft skin and leaves love bites. His fangs dig down her skin, it is quick. Before she could react to the pain, he was completely inside of her.

“Hold on tight babe.”

His cock slides out of the tight hole and thrusts back in. The penetration is slow and gentle. Y/n’s head lay on his broad shoulder as he rips her apart. The girth of his hard erection is enough to make her claw his back. The snake man picks up the pace, loving the warmth that surrounds him.

“Y-you take me in so nice,” he grunts.

Buggy cannot hold back any longer, the claps are hard enough to move the water around them. The extra “lube” allows smooth back and forth motions. His tail wraps around her body and uses it for assistance to maintain a comfortable momentum.

Y/n eases her body, trying to take in his blood rushed cock. She continues to claw on his back, fighting the burning sensation that occurs inside.

The thrusting picks up as Buggy hits her g-spot. A wave of pleasure spreads through her body. She gives into the harsh fucking. Screams of pleasure fill the cave, echoing loudly. He too moans out, getting lost in the immense pleasure.

The heat over his throbbing cock drives him insane. With each thrust, her sex swallows him and clenches around his sensitive tip. He bites her shoulder, tasting the blood drip on his tongue. She only moans, concentrating on the beating against her pussy.

His tail works up to her neck and tightens around it. He squeezed gently, cutting off a bit of her air flow. Her hands grip his tail, but she grins and reaches for a kiss.

The kiss is sloppy, but passionate. He inserts his tongue into the wet cavern. The two twirl their tongues against each other, but Buggy clearly dominates. She goes to suck on his longer tongue, moaning against it. He grunts and goes to bite her lower lip. She hitches at the bite as he tugs on it gently.

His core becomes tight and continues to attack her sweet lips. Driven by hunger, he plunges harder inside of her. He breaks the kiss and focus on his upcoming orgasm. His tail squeezes her neck, making her gasp at the tight grip. The thrusts are faster and faster, hitting her pussy with insane force.

Buggy moans out as his cum shoots out his slit and into her abused pussy. The grip around her neck loosens as his cock pulsates inside of her. Ecstasy washes over his body and the little energy he has left is used to bring the woman back to the edge. She lays on the cold rock once again and Buggy lays his head over her thighs.

The two pant at the hot session.

The snake man climbs out of the pool and scoops the woman off the floor. Her bare body provides him with warmth, he closes in the embrace. He slithers further in the cave and sits her down on his nest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you back home after you rest.”

She lifts her head up. “Will we see each other again?”

A smile plasters on his face. “You’re mine."

Y/n blushes at the comment. She twirls her hair with her fingers. Buggy slithers next to her and wraps her body with his large tail. He brings her in closer and both lay on the soft material that made his nest.

“Keep us a secret. I don’t want to have to kill your kind,” he snickers.

“O-oh, I understand,” she chuckles nervously.

The snake man lets out a laugh and pecks her forehead. He will certainly kill those who will prevent their new love, but for now he wants to focus on the woman in his arms. She rests her eyes, fully trusting him, and drifts to sleep. He stays awake, guarding the cave they reside in. He will keep his new mate safe.

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A/N: I hope the apple part was clear to everyone😅

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turtletaubwrites · 6 months

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Numbers Game ~ Part 10

All You Gotta Do is Ask

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 3944

Ao3 Link

Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Summary: You find out if your frightening lovers will grant your request. But first, you've got some work to do.

Author's Note: It's good to be back 🐊🤡🗡

RECAP: You gave in to your wicked cravings, and had a mind-blowing night with the villains that own you. They even let your former lover join. Since you were so good for them, they offered to give you whatever you wanted, so you asked for them to be nicer to your sweet, hopeless clown.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Hair-Pulling, Degradation, Cunnilingus, Bondage, Dom Crocodile (One Piece), Spanking, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

“What’s this,” Mihawk growled against your ear, his soothing hand starting to tease nails into your skin. “Our little rabbit is going against the one thing we’ve asked of her? Don’t lower yourself for that—“

“Don’t hurt her.”

That bitter snarl was emphasized by what sounded like a chair clattering to the floor along with it.

Mihawk’s fingers found your cheeks, digging in while he kept you from looking toward that voice by the door.

“Both of you need to calm down,” Crocodile scolded, his deep voice echoing through your bones. He brushed Mihawk’s hand away, tracing his own large fingers down the side of your face.

“Our girl is just too sweet. Isn’t that right, babydoll? You wanna please everyone, don’t you?”

A small whine left your throat, your body too spent for anything more.

“I suppose you’re right,” Mihawk relented, returning to his soft touches that made you sigh, but staying propped up on an elbow to toss a threat across the room. “You, clown. Don’t get bold just because we let you wet that pathetic dick of yours. We’re not as sweet as our little darling here.”

“Enough,” your scarred lover rasped, the comforting press of his lips to your temple sending your body into deep, delicious sleep.

Hushed voices pulled you from dreams, until you stretched across the giant bed. A large hand rubbed down your blanket covered back while the voices grew louder.

“How long until our order arrives? My eyes can’t take much more of this,” Mihawk drawled, and you opened your eyes to find him frowning at a gaudy top before tossing it onto a pile of other unworthy garments.

“Less than a week,” came Crocodile’s heavy voice. That frightening face gave you a smirk when you met his eyes, lifting your palm to his lips. “Mm, how’s my girl?”

This has to be a dream.

Melting under his attention, a soft gasp left you when Mihawk’s weight settled on your other side. Long, dangerous fingers caressed your face, before he breathed against your ear.

“Get ready for work, darling. We need more berry to buy you pretty things,” he teased, humming at your soft whines while you reached for him. “Such a greedy little rabbit…”

Crocodile huffed until Mihawk lifted you, carrying you to the large bathroom. He set you down on the plush rug in front of the mirror. Your ragged reflection would have kept all of your attention while the swordsman started the water for you, but instead, you stared at a stretch of that long counter between the sinks. All of your toiletries were lined up there, even the products you hadn’t been able to grab from Buggy’s suite.

“Your shower will get cold,” Mihawk remarked, interrupting your open-mounted confusion to leave a kiss on your shoulder as he left. “Your barely acceptable dress is on the back of the door. Don’t be too long, rabbit. Unless you need some help in there?”

You shook your head at his offer, still trying to jolt yourself awake. Showering in a daze, you marveled at all your little marks and aches, finally waking to the fact that last night had really happened. You had gotten your filthiest wish.

And now, you belonged to them.

A strange sense of satisfied acceptance washed over you as you took care of yourself for the bad men you could still hear speaking quietly in the next room. Mihawk had told you not to take too long, but you didn’t want to rush. You wanted to look your best for them.

And what a feeling it was.

The urge to squirm, to hide from their gaze almost overwhelmed you, but you curled your toes into the carpet, chewing on your lip. Mihawk’s golden eyes pierced you again, a hawk watching its prey before tearing it to shreds, while Crocodile’s pale gaze and subtle smirk raked over your skin with the pleasure of a man who’d just purchased a one of a kind, his prized possession.

Where’s Buggy?

That question bubbled through your mind, but you weren’t ready to ask it yet. At least not until you’d seen if he was in the lounge.

At least not until you’d basked in the feeling of being wanted by these dangerous men.

I really am crazy.

“Come here, pretty girl,” Crocodile ordered, standing up from the edge of the bed. You moved toward his deep voice without a thought, heart pounding in your ears while you craned your neck to look up at him. He hunched low for you to climb into his arms again.

“Oh,” you hesitated, taking a half step back, “I thought since... I know there should be at least one pair of acceptable–”

“I’m offering to carry my sweet girl,” his dark voice rumbled. You could see Mihawk in the corner of your eye, settling back down on the couch to watch the exchange. “Are you complaining about–”

“N-no, sir,” you interrupted him, voice high as you tried to think. “I just think if we look through all the shoes, you won’t have to carry me any–”

Crocodile's speed tore a surprised yelp from you. He didn’t hurt you, but from one moment to the next, he went from towering over you, to sitting back on the bed with you standing between his thighs, his hook around your neck.

“Didn’t you promise to be a sweet girl for Daddy?”

“I…” you breathed, unable to string a coherent thought together while he stroked your hair, that cool metal around your neck making you shiver. Mihawk's quiet laughter floating through the air didn’t help.

“I’ve been letting your feelings for the clown slide, sweetheart. But now you’re interrupting me? Now you’re complaining about me taking care of my girl? Now you won’t even answer a simple question,” he accused, pressing thick fingers into your jaw. “You promised me you’d be a sweet girl, and I don’t like liars.”

“B-but, sir–”

“Still talking back,” he tutted, bringing his forehead down to yours. “And not even calling me by my proper name. Such a brat.”

The fear in your stomach twisted into something else, a breathy moan leaving your lips when he forced you over his knee. Your legs were between his as you were bent over one of his large thighs. His hook hung loose around your throat while your head and arms dangled freely toward the floor on the other side. That deadly metal wasn’t hurting you, or holding your body into any position, but he let it sit against your skin. A constant reminder that you would always be vulnerable, always be in danger, no matter how many pretty words and gifts they showered you with.

The reminder of that danger had heat pooling in your core, your hips lifting up to meet his view. You couldn’t help but writhe, pressing your thighs together.

“Hm, so you’ve been acting up because you’re feeling greedy,” he growled, his warm hand smoothing the dress up your thighs until it collected around your waist, revealing your soaked panties. “Didn’t I already tell you I’d give you everything you want?”

You let out a whine as those thick fingers teased along that flimsy, wet fabric. He ghosted over your clit, trailing slick around your thighs while you ached for more.

“Answer me, brat,” Crocodile fumed, a breathy scream leaving your throat as he twisted those fingers around the middle of your drenched panties to yank them up toward his growling face, creating delicious, almost painful pressure against your clit, the rough pull stretching through your sensitive flesh.

“Y-yes, you did! You promised everything,” you cried out, back arching at the tug of fabric against your hips, sure that it was about to tear.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, d-daddy.”

“That’s a start,” he huffed, dragging your panties halfway down your thighs, while Mihawk continued to chuckle across the room.

“You got something to say,” Crocodile threatened the swordsman, his hand smoothing territorially over your exposed skin.

“Not at all,” your golden eyed lover teased, meeting your fluttering gaze when you twisted your neck to find him. “I’m just admiring your technique. I have a feeling our little rabbit might need to take a few more punishments. I think she might even enjoy it, isn’t that right, slut?”

The sigh his filthy words sent through you loosened your body again, earning a low hum from the man that had you at his mercy.

“If you want us to hurt you, all you gotta do is ask,” Crocodile’s deep voice scolded. His palm smoothed over your ass, your thighs, your dripping cunt, smearing your slick across your skin. “You don’t need to act like an ungrateful little brat.”

His hand lifted, and you’d had a feeling it was coming, but there was no way you could have prepared for the sharp sting of his massive hand. It covered so much of your skin it made you dizzy, yet even through the pain, your core pulsed with heat, toes curling as you arched your back.

“Not even fucking sorry, are you?”

You couldn’t answer through your vulgar moan, or Mihawk’s taunting laughs as he pulled up a chair closer to the show.

“Even after all that attention last night, you still had to act up,” Crocodile asked, dragging a finger through your wet folds. Your sensitive flesh twitched as he teased around your clit, then threatened around the rim of your asshole. “I didn’t think this lovely body could take much today, but if my girl is so fucking desperate for abuse that she’ll act like a spoiled little cunt, then maybe we should stuff you ‘til you can’t complain anymore. Is that what you’re asking for, brat?”

Tears streamed from your eyes that had rolled white from another sharp spank, and from Mihawk’s rough fingers fisting into your hair.

There was no way you could speak. No way you could say yes, or no to anything while your skin tingled with intoxicating pain. You were overcome with sensation, with need, with the freedom of giving up all control.

“Mm, I think our girl is drunk,” Mihawk mused, leaning down to watch your tongue lolling out of your mouth. “I don’t think she’s ready for this sort of fun yet. We need a word, don’t we, little rabbit? Do you need to stop?”

A warbled moan left your throat while he paused.

“Are you ready to have all your pretty holes fucked open again, or do you still need some time to rest?”

This slurred moan came with a pathetic wiggle, bringing soft laughs from both of these bad men.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll forgive you today,” Crocodile hummed, Mihawk helping him pull you into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and get some breakfast. Then you can tell me all about how sorry you–”

Whining against the heat of his chest, you pulled at his scarf, struggling to get close enough to feel his lips on yours.

“Try not to break her,” Mihawk laughed while you clawed at that silky vest. “I’ve got morning plans anyway. I’ll make sure breakfast is set up after an appropriate amount of time. We still need our little rabbit to do some work today.”

“I’ll be gentle,” your scarred lover threatened, tossing you onto the bed when the door closed. He pulled off his scarf and vest, but left the rest on as he crawled between your legs.

He pulled those ruined panties off of your writhing body, admiring the mess he’d made of you.

“Please…”

“Hm, is that the first thing you should be saying to me right now?”

He breathed against your inner thighs, his fingers playing in the slick around your entrance. You almost got lost again, but pulled yourself into the moment. Those menacing eyes burned into yours while you swore yourself to him.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

“There ya go,” he praised, pressing a sensuous kiss to your clit. “All I wanna do is take care of you, sweetheart. Gonna listen to your daddy from now on?”

“Yes, I promise,” you moaned, his tongue already so close to destroying you again

“That’s my girl.”

It was usually Mihawk’s evil voice and wicked words that could make you come in an instant, but Crocodile’s deep rumble of praise and ownership as he lapped up your need sent you screaming his name, mussing up that slick backed hair while you pulled him toward you, coming hard all over that menacing face.

You could barely move while he crawled up your body, letting you lick your mess off of his skin before he kissed you for what felt like hours. He was so much bigger than you, but he never crushed you. Under his touch, you felt precious, like something to be protected, enjoyed, treasured.

It was a whole other high than the one you had felt when he'd bent you bent over his knee.

“Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get some food.”

Crocodile had helped you get presentable again, and you hadn’t argued when he knelt down to carry you. His strong, comforting arms held you through the halls, and you realized that you might actually miss them carrying you everywhere.

What a difference a few days can make.

“Your food got cold,” Mihawk drawled over his espresso. “They’re bringing something else.”

Crocodile lit a cigar after he set you down, that little table on the balcony making you feel suddenly exposed. All the pirates and workers down below could look up and see the ex warlords having breakfast with their pet. Mihawk’s almost bored voice broke you out of those thoughts.

“Your work yesterday was well done. The fact that you were able to secure funding from a new backer so soon is impressive. Do you have other contacts that would be willing to part with a few berry for us?”

“I’m not sure,” you confessed quietly, trying to get back into business mode. “I had quite a few wealthy clients that were loyal to me, and they always have friends in their little rich people circles. I don’t know how many would want to be associated with…”

Your wide eyes flicked between them until Mihawk gave a tiny smirk, Crocodile’s laugh relaxing your nerves.

“I’ve had plenty of dealings with rich idiots,” Crocodile grunted, putting out his cigar as the breakfast plates were taken away. “In my experience, the best way to get them to loosen their purse strings is to make them feel special.”

“Go on,” Mihawk waved his hand, but Crocodile only had eyes for you.

“What do you think would get more of these wealthy fools to throw their berry away, sweetheart?”

Your first thought seemed too simple, and you didn’t want to disappoint the men before you. But your mind went blank, and you didn’t want to take too long.

“A party.”

Mihawk carried you to the lounge, giving a satisfied hum when you let your head fall, resting against the crook of his neck.

“Why do you smell like that,” you wondered aloud, wanting to crawl out of your skin for asking something so rude.

He sat you in your chair, and you thought you were going to get away with it until he perched on your desk, pulling your chin up so he could study you.

“Smell like what, little rabbit?”

“I… I don’t know,” you almost paused, the slightest tilt of his head making you pull panicked words from your lips. “Normally you smell so good, but— y-you still smell good, I just…”

Mihawk gave a real laugh, releasing your chin as he threw his head back. You caught eyes with Crocodile across the room while you waited to see if this deep laughter would be good or bad for you.

“Don’t be so scared, pet,” he soothed, the barest hint of color gracing his cheeks as his breathing returned to normal. “I’m impressed. You’ve shown yourself to be quite perceptive. That can be very useful.”

Dracule fucking Mihawk tapped the tip of your nose.

“Go ahead, rabbit. See what you can smell.”

Dangerous fingers moved in front of your face, and after another moment of fear, you grabbed his arm. Closing your eyes, you tried to be subtle as you sniffed his skin, his sleeve, the heat of his palm warming your cheek while you smelled his wrist.

“It smells… dusty, like you were out on the sand but…” He stayed silent, and you opened your eyes to find him observing you, still waiting. “It’s like dirt, but a little bit sour.”

He kissed your cheek before handing you a notebook and pen.

“Crocodile, our little darling is a bloodhound. Maybe she can be our poison sniffer,” he chuckled to himself, leaving you with an open mouth and zero explanations.

“I think we can find better uses for her.”

“What–”

“You’ve wasted enough time today, rabbit,” Mihawk scolded, cracking a book as he lounged at his own desk.

“Write a list of all of your contacts,” Crocodile cut in, your head snapping toward his desk on the other side of the large room. “Make sure to include personal details, business associations, any leverage that could be used against them, your opinion on how best to gain their support, etc. We’re gonna need a good guest list for that party.”

“But–”

“But what, sweetheart,” Crocodile tested, earning a squeaked, “nothing,” from you before you went to work.

When you dove into this new life, you had done the proper things first. You had resigned from your position, contacted all of your clients to thank them for the opportunity to work with them, and you had turned in all of their private files.

Sure, your personal life was left in shambles, but you hadn’t burned any professional bridges. If you ever needed to leave Buggy, you would have been able to find another job easily.

Although, now you were wishing you’d hung onto those private files. At least you’d kept all of your client’s contact information, if not their financial secrets.

But you did have a really good memory.

Even through lunch and dinner, your mind was caught, pulling up more and more from your memories that could be helpful.

Writing lines of information that could be used to hurt people.

I’m a villain now.

You shook that thought away as you wrote down the details of a mistress and lovechild whose trust fund you’d helped set up discreetly, for a rather impressive fee.

Maybe I wasn’t that good before anyway.

The excuses you’d built up in your mind back then fizzled out when Crocodile took your notebook, carrying you to the couch where Mihawk waited with a glass of wine.

“Can I keep the notebook,” you pleaded, playing with the pen he’d left in your fingers.

“Work’s over. Don’t want my sweet girl overdoing it.”

He tossed the pen aside, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you settled between them. Mihawk brought your fingers to his lips, chuckling softly while you melted into that sinful, green couch.

“Would you like to know what that nose of yours smelled earlier, darling,” the swordsman teased, pressing dangerous lips to your wrist.

Relaxation and curiosity moving through you, but before you could reply, something in his words stopped you. Your tired brain struggled to puzzle it out, struggled to remember what you were missing.

“Where’s Buggy?”

Guilt ripped through you. You’d thought of him once today, and had chosen not to ask about him so that you could keep enjoying yourself.

I haven’t even thought about him all day. I’m such a selfish–

“Why do you care,” Crocodile asked. His voice was even, but with a tension rumbling through it, just enough for your breath to catch. He set his large hand on the back of your neck as he tilted toward you, Mihawk mirroring the turn while he massaged his fingers, almost too hard, into the meat of your palm. Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

“You haven’t asked about him all day,” Mihawk noted, that venomous tease coating his words. “Was our little treasure just following orders? Or could it be that you forgot all about that worthless clown?”

A muffled noise behind you made you gasp, the tension on the couch cutting you off from the rest of the world.

“Go on, she finally asked,” Crocodile jerked his head over his shoulder. Mihawk nodded, kissing your knuckles before moving behind the couch.

The swordsman dragged something heavy, giving a small grunt as he lifted Buggy, tossing him onto the coffee table before you.

Buggy’s name fell silently from your lips as his tired eyes took you in.

His hands were bound in large cuffs. Sea prism stone, like the pair his new recruits had been able to steal for him during their escape from Impel Down. It was probably his own pair, trapping his body in one piece while he listened to you enjoying your time with his torturers.

You thought you’d let this guilt go, but it was all piling on again as you watched Mihawk pull the gag from Buggy’s mouth, wiping long fingers on the clown’s deflated, red suit before sitting beside you again.

“My sweet girl was so good for us last night,” Crocodile breathed against your temple, his grip around your neck pressing a little tighter. “You asked us to be a little nicer to the clown, so we were.”

“I…”

“That’s right,” Mihawk purred, rubbing your hand again while he pressed a large key into your palm. “Instead of beating him for his insolence last night, we put his fate in our little rabbit’s hands. How were we to know that you’d forget all about your former lover? We would have given you his key this morning if you’d cared enough about this trash to wonder where he was.”

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Crocodile soothed, kissing the slow tears that were beginning to stain your cheeks. “We’re not gonna kill him, okay? And we’ll try not to hurt him. We need this dumbass to be the face of Cross Guild, remember? You'll even get spend some time with him, make sure he doesn’t fuck up our little party.”

“I’m okay,” Buggy choked, a failed smile on his lips as he glanced down at the key in your palm. “Mind giving me a hand?”

“Oh,” you spluttered, shaky fingers freeing him from the icy stone.

“Thanks, doll,” he winked, before he was half running, half floating toward the back of the room. Toward the bathroom.

“Idiot,” Crocodile grumbled.

A giggle escaped your lips, and you felt the pressure of sharp eyes. But you giggled again. Your silly clown racing straight to the bathroom after being chained up all day made your cheeks hurt while you tried to fight more laughter.

Especially when he came floating back in, his feet running behind while he propped himself on an elbow on the coffee table.

Possessive fingers dug into your skin, your body relaxing against the touch of the deadly men on the couch beside you.

But even with the weight of their power, their dominance over you, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the ridiculous man on the table. The man who should be angry, or scared, or trying to run away. Who should be scheming, and leaving your traitorous heart behind.

The man who laid there with a wild grin on his face, wiggling his fingers while he gave you another wink with those crystal blue eyes.

“So, I hear my pretty star is throwing a party.”

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you taste like moonlight. - dracule mihawk.

@theastroooooworld sent a letter : ❝ Hi, I hope you're okay! I want to ask you two things. First of all are you French? and second, can I ask for a script with Mihawk discovering that he is in love with his fem s/o but hesitating to reveal his feelings, believing that his s/o is in love with Shanks (which is not the case) and he is even considering to cut the bridges with her? I hope you'll be able to write it down, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆 💙🤪 ❞

author’s letter : ❝ hello you lovely human being, i’m doing amazing, i hope you’re doing good too!! aaaa, this is my first one piece request, i’m so excited!! thank you so much for trusting me with your request, this is such a wonderful prompt- the brain you have, it amazes me!! in the meantime, enjoy your promised letter.

sincerely yours, nikki. P.S: oui, je suis française, comment t’as deviné? ❞

genre : kinda fluff, kinda angst. warnings : mentions of alcohol, drinking. word count : 3.2k

Mihawk was unsure if being able to state that Shanks was in his inner circle was a blessing or a curse, perhaps it was both at once, the acerbic poetry of paradoxes. He was, without the shadow of a doubt, his polar opposite. And yet they clicked- he secretly both thanked and cursed Shanks’ ability to socialize in the blink of an eye.

Metaphorically speaking, they were the two personifications of two celestial bodies : Shanks was as bright as the sun, a sun that rises and never sets. Mihawk was as dazzling as the moon, a moon that beams the most amongst the quiet scenery of the stars and the sky. And yet, they were closer than they would admit- the moon lets the sun shine through and brings out its most secret and breathtaking sides. And in return, the moon reminds the sun that it’s never quite alone and that they will always meet, one way or another.

They would always meet one way or another, in a way, they copied the mechanisms of the celestial bodies. But no matter how long the process was, they were meant to cross each other’s paths, and today was that day.

When the moon and the sun would meet in the sky, Mihawk and Shanks met on the land.

Given his position as a Shichibukai, Mihawk bent under the obligations of assuming his responsibilities as the Marine’s hidden ace. Shawks, on the other one hand, had the influence to shift the weight on the balance. And as much as Akainu hated to admit it, his help, or rather the help of a pirate from the fleet Admiral’s point of view (one of the emperors no less) was deemed as reasonable according to the Gorosei.

The holy land of Mary Geoise was bound to be stepped on by all the crowned heads of the oceans and lands, it was only a matter of time before the Reverie. It was yet another meeting required by the higher circle of the Marine, and to them, it was yet another way to testify the loyalty of their Shichibukai, make sure that their own personal beasts were still obedient.

Both you and Mihawk were considered as the Marine’s deadliest weapons, and yet, you still held the status of being pirates. Isn’t it ironic? Once again, the acerbic poetry of paradoxes. The Shichibukai, although they were affiliated with the Marine, could not afford the oh so marvelous prestige of going to Mary Geoise. How shameful would it be for vulgar pirates to walk on the same land as an endless list of personifications of divinities? Instead, you were deemed to remain on an island close enough to the Holy Land, and in the worst case scenario, intervene if necessary.

The rules were strict, especially given that you were pirates- you were not allowed to leave the island nor the property of the Shichibukai, not allowed to ask about the Reverie nor the people attending to the event, you were doomed to sit and wait for a desperate call, if needed. Nonetheless, there was only one exception on the list of people staying, and much to Mihawk’s pleasure or misfortune, the special guest happened to be Shanks.

Mihawk was seating on the sofa displayed in what was supposed the center room, eying meticulously the Den-Den Mushi throning on the center of the table. He never dared to let his stare roam elsewhere, not even a centimeter next to the Den-Den Mushi, after all, you never knew what could happen, correct? The deafening silence was coating Mihawk, enveloping him in an invisible cocoon, if you will. He felt the most natural amongst a quiet scenery. He wished this silence was eternal.

Oh, anybody could have recognized his booming voice, his equally as loud laugh and the sound of beer being poured in his glass like an infinite loop. Mihawk didn’t bother spare a glance in Shanks’ direction, he recognized right away who was the protagonist who made an entry worthy of a dramatic character in a play. Shanks, on the other one hand, let his pearly whites shine through as soon as Mihawk’s frame enter his field of vision as he dangerously reduced the space separating him from the Shichibukai.

“Well, would you look at that? When was the last time we saw each other, old pal?” Mihawk reiterated himself, he wished this silence could have been eternal. “Akagami no Shanks. It appears you are as lively as ever.” Mihawk’s facial expression remained still, even after feeling the cushion bend under Shanks’ added weight. He needed to remain focused on his duties.

“And you’re as, how can I say that without coming off as rude, you’re still as you as ever! C’mon, don’t be all you, all serious like that. I’ve seen you having more fun than that in the past.” Shanks smirked as he reminisced himself of the time when the ever so serious Mihawk let his façade combust under the influence of alcohol, a pure rarity. “This is no laughing matter, Shanks. You must know why you have been summoned here with the rest of us Shichibukai.”

In return, the redhead offered him his most victorious smile despite knowing that Mihawk was not ready to observe anything else but the Den-Den Mushi, it was a lost cause, but he secretly dared himself to make him let loose, for old time’s sake. “Man, you sure as hell are not the life of the party. Look, the Marine is already protecting Mary Geoise as we speak, they’re not gonna’ call you, nor your friends. There’s plenty of booze here, c’mon, I know you like yourself some fine wine, so let’s drink!” Mihawk didn’t even have the time to say anything in return, Shanks was already out of the room, focused on his quest to find the perfect bottle of wine to satisfy Mihawk’s hushed desires.

Truth be told, Shanks had little to no idea where the oh so famous bottles were at, but he was so motivated to find them and lift his friend’s spirits, so perhaps it was even more important than to find the wine itself.

On his journey, Shanks recognized a familiar frame, but more importantly- said frame was holding Mihawk’s precious liquid darlings in their hands. “Oh, oh, oh! First, Mihawk and now you? Aren’t I one lucky bastard?” You could picture the grin adorning his facial structure as he spoke, it was so contagious, that even yourself felt the need to mimic the smile plastered upon his face. “Fancy seeing you here, Shanks! I haven’t seen you in forever.” You met on rare occasions, but said rare occasions were more than enough for Shanks to recognize your strength. “What are you doing here with all this booze? If that’s too much for you, I happen to know this one guy who can help you.” Oh, the wink sent your way didn’t go unnoticed, but you followed him anyway.

And oh boy, did you regret your decision. Hell, you were expecting Buggy, or even Trafalgar Law, but not him out of all people. The words pouring out of Shanks’ mouth increasingly became more and more hushed, your eyes were laying on him and him only as you and the redhead stood next to the open door. “Were you even listening to what I was saying, doll?” Broken out of your dreaming state, your eyes shifted onto Shanks’ figure, you were caught red-handed. “I’m sorry, I was... Distracted? So, you were saying?”

Shank’s glance balanced between you and Mihawk, Mihawk then you, you then Mihawk, and then it clicked. A dangerous smirk full of ill intentions drew on his face, before he could even speak, you covered his mouth with the palm of your hand while your cheekbones reacted to the nervousness shaking your body. “Please, just for once in your life, shut your mouth.” You frantically whispered while looking at him with alarming eyes. Knowing Shanks’ teasing nature, if he had figured on your attraction to the sword specialist, it was over for you. “Ha? Me? I would never dare to say anything about your ridiculous crush on Mihawk over there, right, Y/N?” You elbowed him in his stomach in a weak attempt to hush him, and your cheeks had never burnt this hard before.

Here you were, entering the room with both of your hands cradling the bottles of wine against your chest, accompanied by Shanks’ frantic laughter. You had no other desire than to disappear on the spot, could Kuma come and teleport you away, just this once? “Oi, Mihawk! Look at who I found, and a little birdy told me that Y/N is a huge fan of you, if you know what I mean.” You elbowed him a second time, knowing very well that it wasn’t going the last time you would do so.

The sound of your name was enough, and for the first time since since he had arrived in the leaving room, Mihawk’s golden orbs left the Den-Den Mushi and instead, he drank your frame in. You were absolutely breathtaking, even more jaw-dropping than the last time he saw you. What was your secret? How can you become more beautiful each day passing by? His interrogations found no answer.

But the sight of you also included seeing that Shanks’ arm was wrapped around your shoulder, his body engulfed yours, he was too close to you for his liking. But after all, this sense of proximity was very Shanks-esque, he couldn’t deny it, he secretly envied this ability of his. Instead, to heal his shattered hopes, he pictured himself instead of Shanks in his mind- his arm circling your shoulder, perhaps even circling your waist while his thumb would brush your delicate skin in circular motions. A dream.

“Y/N, what a pleasure seeing you here.” The tone of his voice was so stable, almost expressionless to some, but Shanks had already picked up the slight hint of pleasure in his voice. “Did you see that? A pretty doll and wine? Isn’t Y/N a keeper?” Each word leaving his lips silently infuriated Mihawk, the thoughts of you and Shanks appearing close, or even worse, in a relationship, were intoxicating him slowly, yet, he didn’t find the courage to let his eyes wander elsewhere than on your face. ‘Breathtaking’, he thought.

Shanks knew what kind of game he was playing now, he called that ‘helping his friends out’, but deep down, he perfectly knew there were higher stakes, and one wrong move could anger the sword specialist. He was on thin ice, of course, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. And perhaps, the burning fire of jealousy would melt the ice away.

You, on the other one hand, silently understood Shanks’ intentions- you knew that each touch, each glance sent your way, each laugh at anything you would say was specifically executed to diminish Mihawk’s patience, it was a dangerous game, but you both knew the secret rules.

With his arm draped over your shoulder, tugging you even closer to his side, Shanks had everything figured out, and seeing the way Mihawk’s gold colored eyes never left you, even amongst the ramblings and the fit of laughter coming from the redhead, Shanks knew you were the sole holder of all of Mihawk’s attention. But little did he know how much this was hurting him on the inside, the toxins of his jealousy kept on spreading.

“... And that’s how Y/N earned their Shichibukai status, you should’ve seen them, pal! Don’t let the pretty face fool you- they’re a beast, aren’t you, doll?” The wink sent your way, the slight squeeze of his hand on your shoulder, the smirk forming upon his face- this chain reaction caused Mihawk to delicately place his glass of wine on the table, or at least, as delicately as a person burning with silent envy and anger could allow. “I believe I’m interrupting something. I shall leave you two lovebirds alone.” He didn’t mean it, but he spat the word ‘lovebird’ with so much acerbity, each one of his words was coated with hurtful intentions. Perhaps he was better off without you, but the emotional burden would still follow him around. And once his line was pronounced, he left his seat and headed out of the room, out of your sights.

Your mouth was set agape- your brain screamed for you to do something, pleaded you to run after him and appease his ill thoughts, but your body was rendered numb. You felt numb. And if you were careful enough, you could feel the agonizing sensations of your own heart breaking. All this time, you were silent, thinking that Shanks knew what he was doing, but it seems that the game ended sooner than he had anticipated.

“Y/N, look, it’s my fault, I get th-...” Shanks started, but you interrupted him right away, as soon as you felt an outburst of confidence fed by despair coursing through your veins. You escaped his one-sided embrace, the root of all of Mihawk’s toxins, and threw a last glance in Shanks’ direction : “I think you’ve done enough.”

You rushed yourself out of the room, its atmosphere was so heavy, so heavy that you could feel it at the tip of your fingers. In the hallway, you snapped your head frantically while desperately looking for the hint of a gigantic sword adorning the back of the one you loved. You wanted to find him, correction- you needed to find him at all costs.

And eventually, you did.

“Mihawk! Please, wait! I think you misunderstood all of this.” You were out of breath, not because you had run through the long hallway to catch him, but because your heart was pumping so much under the pressure of your emotions. His back was facing you, not even the sweet melody of your voice was enough to catch his attention. “Please, just listen to me.”

Your pleadings were agonizing to him, the pain embedded in your words cut deeper than he had expected. As a matter of fact, you affected him more than he had expected. He turned around, and you found the familiar sensation of his golden orbs boring into yours. “You have two minutes to explain yourself, Y/N.”

Your lips almost quivered upon hearing the solemn tone of his voice, there, only there you could recognize that this time his voice was indeed expressionless. But you had two minutes to explain the situation, two minutes to clear his head from any haunting thought, two minutes to confess the feelings you held in his regard.

“I think you misread the situation. Shanks and I are not dating, far from that actually.” You caught your breath before continuing. “Shanks tried to make you jealous.” His brows furrowed at the sound of your sentence. “I’m afraid I don’t understand. Explain further.” And now you were doomed- it was a back to the wall kind of scenario, the one you feared the most because it meant exposing the nature of your feelings to the freezing moonshine.

“Mihawk, I do have feelings for someone, it’s true. But it’s not Shanks, and never has been. The person I have feelings for is... you.” You felt like the weight of the world had been taken off your shoulders, you could finally breathe freely. But you met silence in return, causing invisible knots to form in your stomach. You knew you pushed the game too far, but it was impossible to go back. “Y/N, with all due respect, I do not think your words are genuine. If you’re trying to keep your relationship with Shanks secret, then so be it, but do not hurt me in the process.” And with that being said, he turned around once more and continued on his way without having a clue where he was actually going, he just knew he needed to be away from you.

Hurt him? The knots felt tighter. He walked away on you? Your body felt constricted under your emotional pain. You had never felt so hurt before, and you couldn’t even dare to imagine how hurt he must have felt.

You tried one last time to run up to him, perhaps it would have been the last time, but it was worth it. Your hand grabbed his wrist forcing him to face you, you and him were both surprised at the spontaneous gesture. His lips were parted, he had the words ready on the tip of his tongue, but you didn’t feel like giving him the chance to hurt himself any further.

Your palms cradled his cheeks, and you met the contrast of the soft sensation of his flesh and the roughness of his beard, this contrast was like him in a way. For the first time, the nature of his glance expressed surprise, he felt numb in your touch. And for the first time, the toxins settled in his mind were starting to fade away under the spell of your touch.

Without thinking twice, your lips crashed onto his, your brows furrowing in the process as a sign of concentration while your lids were now shut close. It took a few milliseconds for Mihawk to grasp the nature of your actions, and then, it clicked. The delicate sensation of your lips on his were enough to comprehend that your words were genuine.

Your kiss spoke nothing but pure passion, both of your lips melted against each other, as if they had been lingering for this moment forever, as if they were in fact made for each other. You completed him, and he completed you.

Due to the lack of oxygen, you felt obligated to break the kiss, against your will. Your eyes fluttered, and eventually, you found the courage to look at him. He was a living, breathing masterpiece. “Do you believe me n-... Humpf!” This time, it was his turn to cut your ramblings to a halt. His arms encompassed your waist, so delicately, he was secretly afraid that the aftershock of his pent-up anger would explode under your hypnotizing tendencies.

This time, your kiss secretly echoed to apologies, but it was fiddled with sweetness, with pure compassion. It was, indeed, his way to apologize. After all, he was a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. A scenery taken straight out of the most beautifully written novels about love met two crushed souls finally melting into one another. You were both at peace, enveloped in one another’s love.

The moment when Mihawk’s lips left yours, you slightly pouted at the feeling of vacuity left upon your lips. “I do believe you now.” But said vacuity was soon replaced by the overwhelming feeling of the gleam of love shining through in his golden orbs.

“Well, it was about damn time!” yelled a drunk Shanks from the doorframe.

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