i’m gay but i’m always gonna choose the well developed straight ship over the 2 bland and incompatible white dudes that have 500,000 fanfics written about them. you guys just hate women.
Tags/Warnings: Mihawk/Pearl, fluff, established relationship, long distance relationship, Mihawk’s POV, brief implications of sex
Word Count: 377
It was hard to be separated so often. Mihawk hadn’t been someone who sought out physical contact, or emotional comforts. Until he met Pearl, that is. Meeting her turned his entire world upside down, changing everything he thought he knew about himself until he was a newer, better version of himself. He’d thought he was too old for that, after all they say an old dog can’t be taught new tricks, but here he was laying in bed alone, wishing she were beside him.
As he closed his eyes to drift to sleep, Mihawk’s mind conjured the image of his lover, arms open and waiting for him. He closed the space between them and lifted her into his arms, spinning her around before leaning down to press their lips together, passionate but not lustful. Yearning. He missed her so profoundly when he couldn’t see her, their positions in the world preventing them from being together too often, and certainly meant they shouldn’t be seen together in public. The limited time they did get to spend together was often interrupted by required public appearances, such was Pearl’s work, and in those moments he had to pretend to be just another fan, another man in the audience watching her perform.
He hated that.
He was so much more than those other men and women, he was the man that she had chosen to keep by her side, the man who could make her smile as well as moan. And well, all the other activities they got up to in bed. No other man had that privilege, at least not in the present day, but the men who came before didn’t matter to Mihawk because they weren’t the one currently on her mind. That was him.
Soon, he’d be on his way to see her again. Mihawk looked forward to that next meeting. Being able to wrap her in his embrace and bask in the feeling of her soft skin on his, her lipstick smeared over his face and neck, her smaller hand in his, and her delicate fingers between his own calloused ones.
Pearl made him soft like few else, and next to nobody before her. If he were to lose her, the entire globe would feel his wrath.
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