#mihawk op

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Even Seas Must Dream — One Piece x Reader Sleeping HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Characters included: Luffy, Zoro, Law, Ace, Sir Crocodile, Buggy, Mihawk

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Luffy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Always clings to you no matter what, you can try to put pillows between you and he'll just cling to them instead

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can either wake up the second you leave the bed or sleep like a stone anchored into sand depending on the night

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Don't be alarmed if you wake up to rubbery arms wrapped around you like a hose, he's just making sure you don't fall out of bed or anything

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you get up to get a drink or something there's a good chance he's gonna follow you for his 5th midnight snack of the night and keep am arm around you the whole time

Zoro

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps like a stone. Unmoving, mostly on his side or on his back, somehow manages to look tense while doing it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he sleeps on his back he loves for you to lay with your head on his chest, or even directly on him if he's comfortable enough. When on his side he prefers to be cradling you from behind

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Probably the most open with affection when he's sleepy, he reaches a point where he's too tired to care about others and openly leans on you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The second you get up to get something he notices, he'll always offer to go with you even if he can barely stay awake while saying so

Law

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He has a terrible time falling asleep. I feel like he'd be the type to constantly be aware of the health of others while hypocritically not acknowledging his own

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You have to practically drag him to a place to sleep whenever he's been up for way too long, which he'll argue about for the longest time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once he falls asleep, he'll eventually curl around you and hold you tight to his chest. You are now stuck for the rest of the night, his grip while sleeping is surprisingly strong

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In the morning he's gonna complain about being hot despite being the one who refused to stop cuddling you for even a second

Ace

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His body temperature is naturally pretty high. It makes him amazing for cuddles in the winter, but in the summer you might wanna keep a little distance

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Messy sleep schedule. Naps wherever he feels like it and spends a lot of time at night doing sneaky side jobs (mostly breaking into bars) with all the extra energy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps very heavy when he does manage to rest, you can barely wake him for anything and he'll nap far into the afternoon if you don't get him up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Both fortunately and unfortunately, his favorite way of sleeping is tucked directly into your side, giving a random kiss to your shoulder before he's fully asleep

Sir Crocodile

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pretty average sleep schedule despite how invested in his work he always is. He insists on keeping his mind sharp, and sleep is part of that, though he isn't opposed to an all-nighter now and again

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Not that flexible when it comes to it either— when he says it's time to sleep, you gotta head to bed too. How can you expect to be there for him if you can't even keep awake for yourself?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very light sleeper. The second something is wrong, he'll be up. Unfortunately this also means a night of restful sleep is rare to come by for him more often than not

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His quality of sleep began improving greatly when he started letting you hang onto him, something about reaching out in the middle of the night to feel you close by comforts him

Buggy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Claims he 'doesn't need sleep' and then will only go a few hours past his typical bedtime before absolutely crashing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A big con of sleeping beside him is he can have cartoonishly loud snores when he's really out cold, and he insists on having you close at all times

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sometimes in the search for the perfect sleep position his limbs will move around in their detached state. It was pretty startling the first few times you woke up to a separated arm or leg hanging onto you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the cons is he let's his hair completely down to sleep and you're the only one that gets to mess with it however you want (though he will playfully complain no matter what)

Mihawk

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleeps in calculated amounts to keep his mind sharp. He's pretty lenient on when you sleep, but he'll subtly hint to you when he's ready to head to sleep

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He goes to sleep on his side of the bed but always ends up cuddled up to you by the morning. He claims he doesn't know how it keeps happening

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Most times he wakes up way earlier than you do, so by the time you go to find him he's got breakfast ready and did most of the household chores

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the only times he doesn't look like he's constantly frowning is when he's asleep, it's a unique kind of peaceful others don't see from him, a sight reserved only for you

[commander-spaceboy]

Op figure redraws pt 4

[hey-august]

Imagining a scenario where crossguild is founded and reader is an underling working for the trio. One day they excuse themselve from the room before a meeting is supposed to start and Crocodile and Mihawk share a look.

“They are quite charming.” “Indeed…” “… I do believe I have a few excellent bottles of whiskey in my personal collection.” “Hmm… I’m afraid none of my vices are something you’d be interested in Hawkeye.” “That classified shipment you have coming in would do quite nicely.” “… Deal.”

And so Crocodile and Mihawk have set up a bet on who can seduce Reader first.

And Buggy is PANICKING. Like his stupid little crush wasn’t already embarrassing enough to deal with, now he actually has COMPETITION (well, even more threatening competitors anyways, he’s are Reader already gets swarmed by the regular) and he’s deeply aware of his own shortcomings, it’s like the universe conspired to make him miserable once again.

Buggy finally gets the gall to try and visit reader in the early evening, snacks in hand, he’s gonna make it casual, ask if they want to just spend some time drinking and eating and- Oh hi Mihawk…. Oh… that’s some expensive wine you got there… expensive cheese for that matter as well. Great. Lovely luxury charcuterie you two have there… NONONO HE’LL BE GOING NO PROBLEM BYE!

So what inevitably happens after three months of Crocodile and Mihawk pulling out all the stops to sweep reader off their feet? What’s the conclusion that arrives when Mihawk finally, FINALLY just asks in a moment of rare impatience “As you may probably be able to tell, I’ve been courting you for quite a while. I do wonder if the interest is mutual or if you have an eye on one of… my associates.” ?

Of course they immediately stammer out an apology, they are really flattered, but they do indeed have fallen for one of his associates. Buggys soul just collapses inwardly and Crocodile shoots an annoyed Mihawk the most shit eating, smuggest look imaginable.

“… It’s… uh. I mean if Chairman Buggy would even LIKE to go on a date with me that is…”

And Buggy fucking LOOSES it then and there, blabbering and ugly crying immediately because???? HE WON? HE WASNT EVEN IN THE RACE BUT HE WON!? Like the little lame dog that FINALLY won his first race- the universe smiled at him for once and he- he-

His colleagues just stare at the scene unfolding in bewilderment, only finally speaking again when Reader and Buggy have left the room, Reader shooting them an apologetic look as they run soothing circles into Buggys back.

Crocodile absolutely ruins the expensive table as he slowly and furiously drags his hook along the exotic wooden top. Mihawk just sighs and grabs them both some glasses of whiskey. Obviously they never had a chance because Reader insert is clearly absolutely insane.

LOVE THIS. A LOT. LET'S TALK ABOUT IT MORE?

Like 500 words of talking about it, pls.

Warnings: sfw, gn!reader, courting croc + mihawk, buggy being buggy, we need more crybaby buggy, mentions of alcohol

Okay, Crocodile and Mihawk laying out the terms of the deal are delightful. Same page, same thoughts, it all just needed to be acknowledged.

I’m imagining the three men sitting at a table while Buggy is just shrinking back in his seat because of how fast the pit in his stomach sunk.

They’re completely talking over him because he is of no consequence in this game of theirs. Buggy has no stake in this. No place at the table. Crocodile and Mihawk know it. Buggy knows it. But Reader doesn’t.

When Mihawk asks Reader to join him for an evening treat, they can’t easily turn away the powerful man. Plus, it’s not often they get to eat a well-plated charcuterie. Some fancy cheeses with all sorts of mold, dried meat imported from faraway places and animals, olives soaked in flavors that sound bizarre but somehow work, and a tart wine to wash it all down. Reader might be more accustomed to more common fare, but this is an opportunity worth taking. 

Then again, maybe not. When Buggy pops in, juggling a bag of salty chips, chocolates with an unknown amount of cocoa, and fizzy drinks, Reader wishes he would have agreed to sit next to them.

While Crocodile invites Reader to start the morning with a fresh cup of drip coffee (which is nearly as hot and strong as the man who brewed the drink), it sounds like a good way to get a headstart on the day’s tasks. Still, when they see Buggy walk past a little later - bedhead piled high, slippers shuffling on the ground, and the belt of his robe trailing behind - they feel a pang in their chest. Maybe it’s because of the caffeine content in the drink.

Anyways, Crocodile and Mihawk continue their game and Reader is collecting all the prizes. Simple but high quality jewelry. Dinners with linen napkins. Fancy trinkets that Reader is too nervous to take out of the packaging that seems to be as expensive as the item itself.

All nice, but sometimes Reader yearns for a stuffed animal instead. Accessories that might be described as gaudy. Or flashy. They want to hear obnoxiously loud laughter instead of a restrained chuckle. They want…

Him.

That sad wet hankie of a man. Not Crocodile, who foraged for mushrooms to use in a dinner for Reader. Or Mihawk, who lent Reader one of his favorite books.

Reader likes Buggy. The shining star. The guy who makes them laugh, simply by being himself. The guy who wears his emotions on his sleeve. Especially now, since he’s wiping away his tears and snot.

Sure, Buggy is a flashy fool. Reader is a fool too, if that’s their preference. And behind their overfilled tumblers of whiskey, Crocodile and Mihawk know that they’re fools, as well. 

How could their standards be so skewed that they fell for someone who likes an idiot? And yet, that’s part of Reader’s charm.

[grandline-fics]

Hiiiiii

I am absolutely smitten and in love with your work omg

Can I request a Mihawk x F!reader where both of them are just chilling and reading books while each of them steal glances of love and admiration from the other without knowing, and mihawk showing his soft side admiring his love leading to them eventually locking gazes its all fluff and cuteness ifk I just crave fluff with this man 😓

DESCRIPTION: Stealing glances with the other until caught

WARNINGS: fluff

CHARACTERS: Mihawk

WORDS: 642

A/N: Thank you for the fluff request with Mihawk! It's something on the shorter side but I hope you're happy with what I managed to come up for this.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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Mihawk is no stranger to silence. If anything he’d view it as a friend. It’s calming for him to sit and be at peace and revel in the stillness when the noise of the day has finally subsided and he can retreat into his sanctuary. The silence was easier to obtain before Cross Guild’s founding but in a way it was so much more rewarding to get it now. Because now, the silence also comes with added indulgences he never got to experience when completely alone. From the other end of the sofa he heard the soft turn of a page. His sharp gaze subtly flickered away from the book in his hand, his attention stolen by you once more. Mihawk had lost count how many times through the course of the quiet evening that he’d looked your way without your notice. 

There you sat, your back against the armrest and feet tucked underneath you. Your eyes slowly roved over the words in your book, lips curved ever so slightly as you let yourself become immersed in the story. It didn’t matter how many times a day Mihawk looked your way, whether in keeping eye contact with you through conversations and stolen glances like these the reaction was always the same; his usually cold and piercing stare was softened and warmed as he took in every little detail in your features and expression, just taking all he could of you and your presence. Mihawk had never thought such a thing would happen for him and for every day you’re with him, even in the calm silence, he drew every possible moment he could and savoured it like the finest wine. Quickly he dropped his gaze back to his own book, his need to steal a look at you sated for another while. 

The minutes passed and you slowly dragged your attention away from your book when Mihawk stretched out to prop his feet up on the end of the coffee table in front of the sofa you were both sharing. Carefully you looked him over with a growing smile, unable and unwilling to stop how happy you became each time you glanced at him. Even moments like this were so precious to you, neither you or Mihawk needed to be talking to get the most out of your time together and you counted yourself lucky because very few you knew had yet to experience that sort of security and peace for themselves. Especially in the constant chaos of the Big Top, it was no easy feat but you and Mihawk always found a way.

Suddenly you paused when Mihawk’s stunning gaze flickered out at the corner of his eye and locked on yours. From the way he blinked and slowly turned his head to look at you, it seemed he hadn’t expected to find you staring at him. Mihawk’s lips turned up in a small but still powerful smile while you beamed at him, the butterflies in your stomach that never seemed to leave even after all your time together fluttering gently.

Mihawk’s position on the sofa shifted slightly, his body turned just enough to face you while his arm set itself on the back of the seat in an invitation for you to come closer. You wasted no time in drawing yourself closer to now prop your back against his waiting side and stretch your legs out towards the cushion you’d previously been sitting on. When you were settled, Mihawk dropped his hand to rest it loosely against your side. With a content sight you opened your book again and began reading while Mihawk did the same while lightly resting his chin against the crown of your head. Now in this position it meant that if either of you were to try and steal a glance the other would know instantly.

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[croco-chan]

𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐁𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲 💀🤡 — 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐮𝐛

[bi-mirandalawson]

i love youuuuu evil women. i love youuuu evil women who are soft with each other.

[layla4567]

OPLA Old men hearing your laugh for the first time [headcanon]

Warnings: kidnaping mention on Buggy's part

Mihawk

• Mihawk's castle was a quiet and peaceful place, that's how he liked it. And you soon had to get used to that cold solitude. It wasn't always bad, of course, sometimes you did need peace and quiet, but most of the time it felt a little boring to be there. And since Mihawk cared about your safety he wouldn't let you out without his supervision.

• So you had to figure out how not to get bored. Dracule had a lot of books in his library so you decided to start reading them. But you soon discovered that almost all of them were mysteries or dark romance, which didn't bother you but you needed something more. With his permission and company you went out to buy new books that you liked.

• Once in the castle, you settled into a comfortable, overstuffed chair in front of the fire and began to read. Mihawk decided to do the same and accompanied you in reading with his own book near you. The story you had chosen was a comedy and you were trying to contain your laughter. At the moment, you could only glimpse a half-smile that was growing wider as you wrinkled your nose and squinted your eyes.

• Dracule sitting next to you noticed your laughing face and started to look at you out of the corner of his eye, watching for your next move. You tried to take a deep breath to keep from laughing because you knew it would bother him, but the more you read the harder it was. You noticed Mihawk was looking at you out of the corner of his eye so you stopped smiling, but god that silly smile came back to your face as you tried to hold back your tears of laughter. You shrugged and buried your nose in the book and let out a soft giggle hoping he wouldn't notice.

• You slowly took your head out of the book and looked at him, he was concentrating on his reading. But when you turned back to your book he looked back at you, he seemed amused. It was really hard to keep your composure and you felt Mihawk's piercing gaze as well as his presence looming over you. You decided to concentrate with all your strength on the book. And it worked, you forgot that Dracule was there and that was your only mistake. Since you had forgotten that you weren't alone when reading a paragraph you let out a hearty laugh, one that made you throw your head back. But when you looked to your side you saw him looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

• Oh god, you thought. You bit your lip embarrassed and blushed and tried not to look at him, even though you felt his yellow eyes on you. The rest of the afternoon passed silently, you didn't laugh again and Mihawk seemed disappointed by that. One of the rules of the castle was precisely no loud or annoying noises, and you didn't want to be the first and last person to break that rule. Mihawk was a mysterious man and difficult to decipher or read between the lines as well as his castle. But his temper and anger were always quite clear.

• That night you were both in bed getting ready to sleep, you turned to the nightstand to turn off the light when Mihawk who seemed quieter than usual said softly. "May I ask what made you laugh this afternoon?" You turned around a little startled, confused. Was he angry? Why did he ask that with apparent calm? You answered him the story of the book and why you decided to buy it, waiting for his reaction with your heart in your hand. He just nodded and said "Do you remember the rule of this castle about annoying noises?" You nodded swallowing nervously. "Perhaps it's time to change it… it's been many years since I heard a sound as melodious and pleasant as your laughter." With a look full of devotion he sweetly kissed your hand. This took you totally by surprise but you smiled relieved turning off the light of the lamp and snuggling up to him.

Shanks

• You have always been a very cheerful and enthusiastic person… deep down. You have never expressed that emotion because in the past you were called childish or loud and you always tried to laugh quietly and softly as you were supposedly taught.

• But that day you had been very careless, but you couldn't help it! It was a busy and entertaining morning where you were playing hand warmers with Yassop. He could barely keep up with your fast hands and every time he wanted to hit them you quickly removed them laughing amusedly.

• Seriously, Yassop was really bad at that game and every time you beat him you would jump in place laughing like a little girl or clap your hands happily celebrating with an ever-widening smile. The captain would walk around the deck making sure everything was in order and everyone was having a good time.

• From afar he saw that you were happier than usual and to tell the truth from time to time some pirate of the crew would turn to look at you with a smile, your vibe was very contagious. Shanks who had always seen you being demure felt a warmth in the depths of his heart never before experienced.

• The way your eyes sparkled with peculiarity that day made Shanks smile and come closer. "Yassop, if you keep getting distracted you'll keep losing!" The startled pirate turned his head to look at him and in that instant you beat him again and another childish laugh escaped like honey from your lips.

• "Hey, that wasn't fair!" Yassop exclaimed. "Oops, my bad." Shanks shrugged, smiling mischievously. When the captain stood in front of you, you were still laughing happily, the feeling was too cute to let go. "You know, this is the first time I've seen and heard you like this, why have you been holding back all this time?"

• You suddenly felt a little uncomfortable but decided that he deserved to know the truth. "Well, when I was younger they never wanted me to be so… outgoing, they made me believe that the right thing to do was to keep quiet, maybe they were right…" Shanks shook his head and silenced you by placing a hand on your shoulder. "Don't say that, your laugh lights up this ship as if the sun itself had gone down just for us, besides I do it all the time and you know it. And if my loud laughter isn't a problem for the crew then yours isn't either." And to reinforce those words all the pirates started cheering for you. You placed your head on his chest hugging him gratefully. "Thanks Shanks."

Buggy

• Now you were in Buggy's circus… against your own will, unfortunately. The ambitious clown had seen you dancing in a cabaret show and was infatuated by your performance so he decided to kidnap you and take you to his own show to make you his dancer, sad but true.

• No matter how much you screamed or kicked, you couldn't escape the golden cage you were now in. You felt like a bird without wings. Still, Buggy did everything he could to please you and make you feel good. He showered you with comfort and you were always the star of the show, he let you stand in the center of the bright light and encouraged others to applaud you.

• And when you longed for freedom Buggy would let you go out to the market with him and his minions. However, there was one thing the clown couldn't achieve: making you laugh. Which is a big disappointment to him because, well, he's a clown, he's supposed to make you laugh.

• He didn't understand why if you had everything you weren't happy. But a free and wild soul like you can't be tamed. On stage you were a captivating goddess attracting glances and stealing sighs with just a flutter of your eyelashes. But behind the scenes you suffered in silence every day. Of course, in the middle of the storm you found a little light, Buggy's henchmen were very funny, even more than him.

• One day you were rehearsing with them, doing stretching. They were all chatting animatedly and gossiping, a lot of gossip. By chance, one of them started talking about Buggy's nose, playfully making fun of him a little and telling silly and harmless jokes. You didn't think it was right that they were talking about one of the clown's biggest insecurities even if it was without any bad intentions, but you couldn't help it and you started laughing. It was a way to release accumulated tension and stress, you felt bad for him but you needed it.

• At that very moment, as you were laughing with the others, Buggy came in to start the first show. But he stopped abruptly when he heard everyone laughing, he stood frozen, thinking to himself that they were laughing at him (and he wasn't wrong). The clown was about to explode in anger and utter insults when he saw you among his group of freaks, there laughing, for the first time you seemed happy. Buggy didn't know how to take it. On the one hand he felt hurt that you were laughing at him, then there was confusion, why were you laughing now? But all that gave way to relief and a certain joy at seeing you like that. A little stunned, Buggy stammered a "let's go" and the show began as usual, with you in the center of the tent. Although the tension and awkwardness was palpable in the air between the two of you.

• At the end of the show you went a little hesitantly and totally embarrassed to the clown's dressing room. Slowly you opened the door and saw him sitting in front of the dresser, with his torso leaning forward and his head down, leaning on one elbow while his fingers rested on the back of his hair, he looked tired, defeated. Great, now you felt horrible. In a whisper you called his name, he startled looked at you asking what you were doing there. "I came to apologize..". "Apologize? W-why?", you knelt in front of him before he could finish the sentence. "For laughing at you, I was wrong, I'm sorry." For the first time in years someone was sincere and kind to him. Buggy smiled shyly from the side, "the important thing is that I could see you happy at least once.."

[cashiedoodles]

Heatstroke of my favorite op men

[summershouto]

You know the drill it’s op as textposts time

[your-neighbor-in-the-northblue]

Guests ↠ Mihawk x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.3k ➼ Warnings » Spoilers for the Reverie Arc ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Fluff

"Did you hear? The Warlord system's been abolished."

"Of course, I've heard," He looked offended at your words, eyes darting up from the wine bottle he was holding to peer at where you sat near the fire, shrouded in blankets. "Does it make you nervous?"

"Hardly." You told him, putting your hands up to the fire, "The world government's never known what they were doing, I doubt that's changed."

He only hummed in response as he poured himself a glass, his calloused hands sliding gracefully across the white marble countertop of his bar. You watched curiously as he tipped the glass back, taking a sip of the red liquid. Everything he did always seemed so calculated, his movements always blurring together so seamlessly to form such refined motions.

"Is that all the news had to say?" He asked, coming to sit down in the velvet seat positioned to face the mantle.

You shrugged, "It's all I cared to read. Take a look, if you want." You passed him the paper that was open, and slightly crumpled, on the ground beside you.

It was silent for a moment, the only noise being from him turning the pages, which wasn't rare for this castle. Ever since Zoro left, this island has felt a tad empty, although, Mihawk hadn't agreed. He thought it was much nicer now that the brute was gone.

"Hey!" Perona shouted, shattering the silence as she floated toward the both, fear evident on her face, "The marines are here!"

You looked over at the former warlord in surprise, "I guess they're even less competent than I initially thought. They don't actually think they could beat us, do they?"

Mihawk only nodded, visibly annoyed before he went to get Yoru and head outside to deal with the island's new guests.

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Happy Birthday

Dracule Mihawk (9th March)

One Piece

[dogzoro]

[kikudusk113]

Something tells me he's enjoying it more than me~

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[hey-august]

Cinderella!Buggy. After a some choice decisions at a circus masquerade, you spend the next day looking for whoever is wearing the lipstick shade that matches the kisses on your neck.

Crocodile, the Sleeping Beauty. The one who falls asleep at his desk, with snores that are muffled into his crossed arms. Who you wake up with a soft kiss on the head.

Little Red Riding Hood, but it's a hawk instead of a big bad wolf. Mihawk has one plan and it's to eat y-

[whispers-of-lilith]

It's cold and rainy outside, the perfect weather to think about getting railed by Mihawk in his library

[croco-chan]

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 🤡