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Basil hawkins & X Drake
Esto es canon, es canon 😭😭
Algunos comentarios decían que parecía una boda, amo cuando sacan material de ellos juntos.
Drake x Hawkins fanart
Y un edit
I watch this an unhealthy amount of times 😅
so it's already 2023 now?
I just think they're neat 🥔
New idea: Cavendish and Basil Hawkins are brothers. They do look sort of similar, except Cavendish is shoujo-themed and Hawkins looks perpetually depressed. They probably don't get along, mostly because of Cavendish's attention-seeking, proud personality and Hawkins' fatalistic, unhappy attitude (seriously, has he ever smiled out of legitimate happiness?). They do both like horses, though.
And yes, I know that Cavendish was born in the Grand Line and Hawkins was born in North Blue. I've never let locations get in the way of my ideas.
Drake: I hardly slept last night
Page one: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you.
Drake: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.?
Hawkins: [gay panic]
loved these kid flashbacks from the beginning of the episode
posting this 14mins to 3am and yes im going to sleep. badly drawn card close ups under the cut
Seguir leyendo
posting this 14mins to 3am and yes im going to sleep. badly drawn card close ups under the cut
Seguir leyendo
Drake: Loving you has been the second best thing that's ever happened to me.
Hawkins: Which is the first?
Drake: find you
Hawkins: *smiles*
*Drake with anesthesia*
Drake: Did the doctor send you?
Hawkins:
Drake: Man you are...
Drake: Eye candy
Hawkins: *Giggles*
Drake: Whoa!
Hawkins: Im gonna be right here with you eat the cracker
Drake: Who are you? Whats your name?
Hawkins: My name is Hawkins
Hawkins: Im your husband...
Drake: You re MY husband?!
Hawkins: Yes
Drake: Holy shit
Hawkins: If Valentine's Day is celebrated by the death of a firearm, it wouldn't be romantic to go see a beheading.
Drake: ...
Drake: Hawkins not
Page One: You guys are married
Drake: We're not married.
Hawkins: Okay... Let's just pretend.
Drake: No, I don't want to pretend.
Hawkins: Why? Are you afraid of falling in love with me?
Drake: Well then if we're married I want to get a divorce.
King: Are these two always like this?
Jack: Yes
reading the answer about pregnancies, some drabble with Izo and Hawkins
(Izo x fem! Basil Hawkins) Going On Bed Rest.
Izo pushes open the medical bay door, eyes scanning the beds and finally landing on the bed furthest from the door, partitioned from the rest of the room. He can see Marco and one of the nurses fussing on the other side of the curtain. He clears his throat, softly, alerting them that he was there without interrupting if they were doing something important.
Marcos’s head pops up above the top of the partition, “Ah, look who’s here,” he smiles, slow and easy, and Izo felt a weight lifted off his chest. If Marco was this calm, Hawkins would probably be fine. “Come on back; we were just taking her blood pressure.”
Izo walks forward, examining Hawkins as soon as she came into his line of sight. She looked exhausted, but perky then she had when he’s rushed her to Narco the night before. She has a stack of pillows behind her back, allowing her to recline comfortably and she smiles softly at Izo, holding her hand out for him to grab as he sits on the edge of the bed.
He kisses her knuckles, a brush of his lips over her cool skin. “How are you feeling?”
“Less lethargic than I was yesterday.” As soft-spoken as ever, Hawkins shifts her body, the large swell of her belly swaying beneath the sheets.
Marco, who Izo had honestly forgotten, spoke up, “That’s because I’ve got you hooked up to an IV, kid. Close your eyes and get some sleep; I’ll explain what’s going on to Izo.”
“Thank you, Pheonix.” Hawkins closes her eyes, weeks of lingering exhaustion still crawling through her body. She expected to be tired while pregnant; she was in the process of creating another human being. Tired came along with that. But the more time had gone on; the exhaustion had only grown and grown.
Until last night, when she’d been unable to lift her head, slurring her words and weak as a newborn lamb. Izo had been ready to have a heart attack, rushing her right into Marco’s care.
She dozes, tuning in and out of Marco’s explanation. Basically, she hadn’t been gaining enough weight (thanks primarily to her obnoxiously fast metabolism; she probably ate as much as Trafalgar Law.)
“Bed rest until she gives birth, and supplementary IV feeding.” That’s the last thing Hawkins really hears before she drops off into sleep.
When she wakes up, Izo's hand is stroking the top of her head, smoothing over her hair. His touch was warm and familiar. He looks much more relaxed than he had earlier. “Fifteen weeks of bed rest.” Izo snorts at the vague frustration in her voice.
“If it makes you feel better, Marco’s sure it won’t be strict bed rest.”
Hawkins sighs, “I suppose that is better than the alternative.”
“I’ll be by your side the entire time.” Hawkins smiles when his lips brush her forehead.
“I know and I appreciate it.”