Mihawk is a black cat person. His cat is probably named something elegant and he treats that cat like royalty. He got his cat from an animal shelter and it's now his right hand man
Buggy is an orange cat person. He found his cat in a dumpster and named it bong water. This cat just follows him around, he doesn't even like cats (at least he doesn't show it). Feeds his cat a bit too much, he's got a chunky kitty.
Rated : G
Genre: Romantic Fluff.
No warnings apply.
Inspired by the Live Action One Piece Iteration of Dracule Mihawk. After all, how can one look at this man and not swoon.
Written at the Request of An Anon who wished to see fluff written about Mihawk and an AFAB Reader with long hair.
Enjoy!
The Annual Moon Festival was well underway. Along the main street, on both sides, were a plethora of booths. Some sold moon cakes and other morsels. Others were selling lanterns for those who didn't have time to make one or for those who just wished to have one made. These lanterns were slated to be set out on the waters at the height of the festivities that evening, in the hopes they would bring prosperity in the future.
Though most of the village had closed up shop, some, like the local taverns, were still open. All of them were full of customers wanting something a bit stronger to drink or something more hearty to eat. Some, like yourself, were just patiently waiting for an order you placed with the tavern keeper. An order you placed for a more private celebration to go along with a few festival treats you had bought.
Upon getting your order, which consisted of a basket of food and a few bottles of red wine, you took the basket and walked back out onto the main street. Much as before, it was way too crowded for your liking and much too loud. You held the basket close and maneuvered your way through, being as careful as you could to not drop it.
Just as you were to the end of the street, you passed by another booth that was selling lanterns. The vendor called out to you asking if you were in need of a few. You paused for a moment. A part of you felt silly for even thinking about it.After all, what pirate would partake of such things.But, you handed him the money for two of them and went on your way, hoping he wouldn't mind.
Away from the crowds, your mind wandered to a much more pleasant thought: your lover, who was waiting for you back on the ship. When you left him, he was napping. You often joked that he napped more than a cat.
Your lover was certainly a handsome sort. Handsome and deadly, more so than most. Most kept their distance from him, but not you. As a fearsome pirate in your own right, you were not intimidated by him in the slightest. Few things were sexier than a man who could wield a blade like he did.
As you got back to the dock, which was full of ships of all sizes, you walked over to one that looked tiny in comparison. If it wasn't for the mast in the shape of an ornate cross and the candles, it would have been mistaken for just another ship belonging to a villager. Just below the mast was an area designed for someone to sit. Someone was sitting there, or more like, asleep there.
As quietly as you could, you stepped back on board the boat. Your lover, with his black hat with white feathered plume covering his face, his arms crossed over his chest, didn't budge. His sword remained at his side, as it always did.
After setting down the basket, you carefully placed the lanterns down off to the side and covered them with your cloak. You crept up to your lover. Ever so gently you lifted his hat off of his face. He didn't budge.
You couldn't help but bask in his handsome face, with his neatly trimmed beard and mustache, one he trusted no one but himself to maintain. Leaning down, you couldn't resist going in for a very small kiss. You were less than an inch away when suddenly, he opened his hawk-like eyes.
"Hello, Milady. " He intoned gently in that deep,hypnotic voice of his. "Back already?"
SWEET MIHAWK
How he's just sleeping on the deck 😂😭💜
How he doesn't question her covering the lanterns, he trusts her 100% and how he thought about taking her to the festival but decided against it because she doesn't like crowds and even when he himself thinks the lanterns are a little silly -- like old wives tales and superstitions -- he does them for HER because it brings her happiness and so it brings him happiness.
Ugh, this man.
I love how stoic he is, but how we've all kinda just went "but he has a soft ass heart"
Rated : G
Inspired by the Live Action One Piece Iteration of Dracule Mihawk. After all, how can one look at this man and not swoon.
Contains Mostly Fluff. Also contains mentions of being injured, nothing too descriptive. Basically I wanted to take a look at what might happen if someone who worked closely with Mihawk, and someone he had feelings for was injured and how might he react to it. Because let’s face it, the man is a stoic through and through, but even stoics have weaknesses.
AN: This started off as a response to a prompt but took on a life of its own. It’s what happens when you write about a warlord who in his own words “Does precisely what he wants.” . What can I say? I’m just a humble scribe and who am I to refuse orders from a muse such as this.
Enjoy!
In a room above The Kraken’s Bane tavern, two people were still in bed. One was still asleep,one wasn't: you.
Though you had been awake for a while, you didn't want to get out of bed at all. Especially since he was still asleep. He lay on his stomach, his muscular arms tucked under the pillow, facing you, his pitch black hair a bit of a tousled mess. Much like you, the only thing covering his perfect naked form were the covers.
Looking at his face, it was still strange to you to see him with a peaceful expression. Or what passed for one in his case. After all, the famed warlord Dracule Mihawk wasn't known for having a soft expression. In his waking hours, his face was often taut, much like strings pulled too tightly. But now, sound asleep, and snoring ever so slightly, he looked relaxed. You were tempted to run a finger along his features. You also wished to commit his exquisite body to paper for posterity,but after recent events, it would have to wait.
You and Mihawk had arrived on the island for a few bits of business, one of which was a particular bounty. While the two of you were successful in the end getting the bounty, on the first day no less,due to a trap, your efforts had ended up with you being injured, specifically your right hand. But the trap had done more than injure you. It revealed something important.
You tried to recall the day though most of it was still a haze. You were moving along the beach when suddenly you felt yourself go airborne. You then hit the ground rather hard, then everything went black. When you slowly started to come back to consciousness, you saw a dark figure above you. You heard someone calling your name over and over again, as if they were desperate to wake you. You felt something tap your cheek over and over again, desperate to get you to move.
As your eyesight cleared, the dark figure took on a human shape. After a moment or so, you recognized the shape. It was Mihawk. But something was off about him. Having known him for sometime, having worked with him over the last few months, you were used to him being incredibly stoic. The man was known for always looking somewhere between bored and annoyed.
But as you looked over his handsome face, stared deeply into his golden hawk-like eyes, you saw something in his face that you had never seen before, something you didn't think the man was capable of feeling: panic and desperation.
"Is that an order or an invitation, Milady?"
"Does it matter?" NOPE NO IT DOESNT OMG.
"Amapola" , sleep, death, peace and rebirth
Birthday gift for my beloved @artgbitzy
