You are my destiny, you share my reverie!
꒰ ˙✧ ˖° 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ༘ ˚ ꒱ dealing with a lovesick pirate was rough. Now imagine having to deal with said pirate every day against your will.
꒰ pairings! ꒱ yandere! shanks x reader! & yandere! mihawk x reader! ( separate ) part 2!
꒰ word count! ꒱ؘ : 3.5l
꒰ warnings! ꒱ؘ : toxic relationship, yandere behavior, sub!character & dom! reader, smut, threats, stalking, abuse of power, mentioned killing, betrayal, toxic! reader (at this point is freak4freak) , and mentions of corruption.
꒰ author's note! ꒱ؘ : reader may or may not be suffering from success — they still haven’t decided themselves. This was requested by @alexa-yukiyu! "Te puedo interesar en escribir una parte dos para “You are my destiny, you share my reverie!” 👀" Had sp much fun writing this part as well :D
Red-Haired Shanks
You pulled the sheet closer against your nude body to avoid the low temperature that had infiltrated the room you shared with Shanks. Your face scrunched in irritation just thinking about it. You could be enjoying your hot tub, and your freshly done food by the best of chefs that the marines had to offer in the New World at this moment. Instead, you were in a Yonko’s ship and in the captain’s room. With a tracker stuck to your bracelet, of course.
A soft knock was heard on your cabin door, and you rolled your eyes with annoyance.
“Why do you knock if you are going to barge in either way?” With a sneer now present in your face you angled your face to look away from the door, “Shanks.”
A lighthearted laugh was heard before the door was swung open with vivacity. The infamous pirate ignored the rattle that the door made against its frame due to the force he exerted on it. Shanks had a wide smile on his face looking as refreshed as one could be. If you ignored the dark purple spots that surrounded his neck you could almost mistake him as someone who was just happy in the mornings.
“It’s the principle of the matter my love.” He replied while balancing a plate that held a cup of coffee and carefully cut fruits for you to eat.
You scoffed unamused with his jolly mood this early in the morning. It was time like these where you preferred him hung over. At least then he wasn’t knocking your door down trying to invade your personal space.
“Yeah, of course it is.” You replied back without much bite back in your tone. Finding yourself quite drained from last night’s activities.
Unknowingly to you Shanks had placed the plate down silently on the nightstand and was now watching with hungry eyes the way the sheet you currently had draped over yourself slightly fell down to reveal your back. The same back which had red and puffy scratches from last night.
He swallowed thickly and realized his mouth had become dry very, very fast. He let his hand reach out to touch the side of your face he could still reach, and almost beamed when you didn’t immediately retaliate by biting his hand. ( although you had learned since the first time you attempted to do so that this action only served to spur him into babying you for being ‘scared’ and ‘vulnerable )
Shanks caressed your cheek and let it trail down to the nape of your neck so he could reach across and plant a soft kiss in your cheek.
“My love, I brought you breakfast.” You sighed and turned to face him with the disapproval of somebody who had been kidnapped and now forced to interact with said kidnapper.
You slapped his hand away with a glare and avoided looking at his lovesick face that had been making you feel weird lately. You scooted over the left side of the bed to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. However, Shanks was not somebody who just let himself be too far away from you. Which is why he stood up and walked quickly to where you were now seating at.
What you didn’t expect was his immediate wince after taking a step closer to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in what you would deny was concern as you watched his face closely to catch the discomfort that flashed through it momentarily.
You shifted in your side of the bed as Shanks quickly took a seat next to you. Your eyes trailing over his body as if searching for an injury he may be hiding. However, your eyes went back to the bruises that adorned his neck from last night. Could he be hurting from — ?
Surely not right? You squinted your eyes suspiciously as memories from last night started to creep back to the front of your mind.
The air in the rom was charged with tension from the two of you. However, both of you were a little too entranced with each other to notice such small detail.
Low groans escaped the man under you as he looked up through his eyelashes who were covered with the overstimulated tears that were still falling down his face. His hands clung desperately to your back until they left angry red lines that would mark your back for days to come.
Shanks ignored the creaking of the bed where both of you were lying on top of to focus on you. His body was shaking from the stimulation it was receiving from you. Your hands trailed down his chest and he instinctively flinched back from the sensation before whining for more. Truly a man who didn’t know what he wanted more.
You scoffed at his reaction before pinching one of his nipples to hear him whimper one again. Truly, this man abducts you from your home and job, yet has the audacity to act as if he is the one being debauched. He’s luck you find him pathetic enough to be amusing.
Your thrusts became more erratic as you chased your own pleasure. You huffed in amusement as Shanks demanded you to keep going, almost on the verge of begging ( something you doubted he would mind ) to keep going faster. Your thighs burned and you knew you would feel them aching tomorrow, but you were too far gone to care.
Okay, so perhaps you had gone overboard last nigh. But it had been something that Shanks had implored you to continue doing. There was no way he would be aching the morning after right? You narrowed your eyes at his face in suspicion. Your mind seemed to be trying to warn you of something, but you weren’t too sure of what.
Instead, of trying to get to the bottom of the suspicious feeling at the pit of your stomach you grabbed him by the arm and yanked him closer. Not because you wanted him closer — the day that occurred was the day pigs fly — but rather to see if you could see him wince from such an abrupt movement.
And just as you suspected you saw Shanks, one of the emperors of the sea and one of the strongest pirates of the current era, wince slightly. You did not doubt for a second that it had been due to the nightly activities you both had been partaking on lately. For some reason a wave of irritation washed through you at the idea that Shanks had been trying to hide any sort of ache or injury he had received as a result of you.
“Idiot! You’re feeling bad, and you dare to act so flippant?” You scolded with furrowed eyebrows. Your hand reached and took a hold of his cheek and pulled as if you were reprimanding a little kid rather than a grown man who seemed to not be able to take care of himself. You watched as he chuckled sheepishly, and apologized with a titled head. While you hovered over the pirate you considered a danger to your mental health and his own likehood of survival you failed to notice his victorious smile that he was hiding as he leaned his head onto your shoulders.
What can a pirate like him do to explain himself except the truth? Shanks may have been over reacting in front of you, yes. However, in his defense this was how he manages to be closer to you! There’s specific buttons he has to press to get you to lower your guard. While there’s others he should avoid completely to avoid you getting angry or worse! Avoidant and silent at him.
The main one he had noticed that worked like a charm was the injured one. A couple of weeks ago he had dragged you with him to a bar. Knowing that there was no way you would be able to leave as the island was one of his territories. However, he hadn’t expected for you to get so cozy with another pirate that just so happened to dock in said port.
Cozy enough to playfully place your hand in their bicep and ask about their ‘treausures’. As if some no-name pirate could ever compare to what Shanks could offer you. His joyful mood had been trampeled over, and so did his apetite for food. Once his crew saw the scene they already knew what would take place. Many of them had been witness to the frenzy their captain had worked himself into just trying to get you in his grasp, but somebody trying to take you away from him? They wouldn’t be suprised if this became a bloodbath very quickly.
As such many of them discrately changed their posture to make it easier to access their weapons. They watched with keen eyes how their captain approached you and the other unfortunate one at the bar and placed his hand on the pirate’s shoulders.
What unfolded was unexpected to many. The pirate had failed to recognize the man in front of him. Perhaps it had to do with the amount of drinks they had tanked in the afternoon, or maybe it had been stupidity. Either way it had ended with the pirate daring to smash a bottle of wine over Shanks’ face. ( Later the crew would realize that such a slow and feeble attack would have been something that their captain would have been able to dodge with his eyes closed, and that the reason he had let it land for a specific reason )
You coughed out the rum you had been sipping in suprise after seeing Shanks drenched in the remaining wine that had been left in the bottle alongside part of the glass from the bottle. Your eyes were left widened as you rushed out of your seat to hover uncertainly over Shanks who seemed to now be silently pondering his next move.
“Shanks! Did it not occur to you to dodge?” Even while you were chastising him you were trying to get the remaining pieces of glass out of his clothes and hair. Your attention now completely captured by the man in red. What you didn’t notice then was the way gears would start turning on Shanks’ brain. Like a dog who had found that ringing a bell would make their owners give them new treats.
The pirate? The news briefly touched on a rookie pirate and his ship being sunk down in the New World, but not many paid attention to such small news compared to other more important matters that were occuring around the world.
As such everytime that Shanks felt a little restless when it came to your lack of attention he may oveplay some of his injuries. Just a tad bit, really.
But really shouldn’t happiness be the end goal for all couples? If he used specific methods to keep you placent who could blame him? You had a lot going for you. Too much if you asked him. Enough that if you could he didn’t doubt you would ditch him like a rusty anchor that only served to drag you down.
And Shanks was many things, but he would never deny being a greedy, selfish man when it came to you and your affections. He had only survived in the past by thinking of how he could get closer to you, and the ways he could enjoy your warmth. If somebody took that from him — well, many would suffer his wrath until he could see his lover once again.
Dracule Mihawk
At least it wasn’t public humiliation.
That was all you could really say to make yourself feel better about the situation you found yourself in.
Although you had initially compared it to fancy babysitting, you couldn’t help but feel as if the dynamics that had developed were widely different. In short words? You were treated like a fancy pet by Mihawk.
Not that he would lower himself into admitting it. Rather he seemed rather fond of pushing your limits now that you had — perhaps, broken his trust.
“A shame you don’t want to take a sit on my lap — I suppose I’ll have to decline the next mission from such heartbreak.”
“My beloved, I do think this trip to is necessary before the mission. But if you wish for me to take a faster path then you should give me a reward, no?”
“Do you doubt sleeping on the same bed is vital to the assignment?”
“I suppose that if you insist on going out with those individuals you surround yourself with then I should come as well.”
For goodness sake you couldn’t breathe without him not staring you down! Which yeah you get it. You betrayed him and may have broken his heart, but everybody goes through such phase at the end of the day!
( Not that you dared to tell him such thing to his face )
Your professionalism was slowly and patiently chipped away by the man now labeled as the ‘strongest swordsman in the world’. Refusing to let you leave without threatening the livelihood of those around you, making both of you act as a couple whether you like it or not, and purposely causing you to be flustered on purpose. That man was having the time of his life being glued by your side, and it was not what you expected at all.
Especially with your reunion being one of the most humiliating moments of your life. Not only had he forced you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness like an ex-lover who had cheater on their partners, but had also made you sit on his life and apologize for your deceit while he trapped you from leaving by having a tight grip on your thighs that fell around him.
You expected a more drastic punishment from the man you had use, but strangely enough he seemed satisfied by putting a metaphorical leash on you. ( Not that you doubted Mihawks wouldn’t put a collar on you if you gave him a reason to )
However, the one thing you did not expect this man to make a habit was the teasing. A kiss near the ear, a hand too high resting in your thigh, a heated look across the room. All of these things leaving you more than just bothered. Which was why you had expected him to make more direct moves. ( not that you wanted him to do that or anything! It’s just — it would make your job to be near him easier, no? ) Instead, it was as if Mihawk had made it his mission to tease you into oblivion.
The part of it all? It was working.
Now you were feeling like a pevert! I mean yeah sure, you did have to look past the amount of boodshed he seemed determined to drag you into in every mission he attended, the amount of suspicious blood stains in his shoes everytime you both docked into a new island, and of course you couldn’t forget the weekly bodily harm threats against the other marines you worked with — however! Could anybody really blame you when you were one bad day away from jumping onto that man’s bones.
Whether that was to kill him or drag him to bed was still up to debate in the council.
Those were your thoughts a week ago, and if you could you would laugh yourself into hysterics for thinking you had a choice in this at all.
It all started going downhill once Mihawk got assigned to a mission in the East Blue where he predictably dragged you to. This time it was regarding a pirate that was dipping his feet onto the drug manufacturing business a little too loudly, and being loud in that type of business just equaled stupidity.
Usually he dragged you around to complete the mission whether you like it or not was the least of his worries. Matter of fact the only choice you had in the subject was with how much force he would need to drag you around with. However, this time he did leave your side. ( mutters of a annoying warlord who only knew how to cause problems — whatever that meant ) Leaving you alone at a hotel with only your thoughts to guide your decisions. Not a smart idea.
Because the moment you started hovering near the idea that you may be missing the man that had made the last months in your job miserable you decided to hit the bar. Not your smartest choice, but compared to the ones you had made in the last year it certainly didn’t hit top ten.
Which was why you strolled into the bar as if you owned it with money that was not yours and asked the bartneder for his strongest drink. Perhaps you gained a few odd looks, but you were too much into your episoede of denial that you could not bring yourself to care even if you tried to. Your current mission? Get drunk enough you would drown whatever foolish thoughts had managed to worm themselves into your brain.
You could not be compromised into your assignment. A breach of the contract if you had ever bothered to read it before signing it, and with the worst of them all.
Drink after drink your hand didn’t tremble to pick up a new one after downing a cup after the other. One hour in and the bartender seemed to finally start hesitating in accepting your request. Your vision was blurry and you could barely speak. You felt the incoming headache slowly worming its way in, but you had finally stopped feeling the pit in your stomach so all was good in life.
Then your worst paralysis demon came back to haunt you. A slow opening of the bar door had every client and staff rigid on the spot. A man easily recognizable walked through the doors like a reaper coming to get his dues.
Mihawk strolled into the bar with a blank face. It was truly as if this was his average day of the year. Something that was far off for the wrong reasons. After all, his days were far more absurd whether he sought said chaos out or not.
The swordsman did not let his eyes drift away from the person he had been looking for. Said marine was currently slumped over the table next to the bar while still clutching a cheap looking bottle of wine. Mihawk felt his eye twitch at the idea of you drinking yourself into unconsciousness with cheap wine. He knew you knew about his wine habit so why bother coming here instead of asking for bottles of wines from him?
Mihawk didn’t let out the sigh he wanted to let out go as he reached for you, and caressed the top of your hair. He was vaguely aware everybody watched him with wariness, but nobody stopped him when reached under your legs to carry you. ( had he been a lesser man he would have let his murderous thoughts win and make everybody here regret letting you be taken by a possibly dangerous man, because it could’ve not been him and then for sure heads would roll )
Instead, he simply adjusted his hold on you so you could rest your head on his chest in a more comfortable position. The walk to the hotel wouldn’t take long, but Mihawk was in no hurry to stop this unusual moment of you willingly being near him.
He looked up at the full moon in the sky, and wondered if you knew the noose he had slowly started tying. Your so called ‘friends’? You hadn’t contacted them in months, and neither had you been able to respond your family’s correspondence that he fed to the sea. There was no use to even mention your supervisor who had now started to give up the idea of you ever coming back to the position you once held as long as Mihawk stayed by your side.
This was exactly how he liked it, and would not accept it any other way. It was obvious your choices had some outside influences which was why he was making sure to cut those weeds down before they could become a more annoying issue.
He titled his head down to look at your face closely after hearing you mumble something. Mihawk let his lips stretch into a small smirk, and pretended to not hear you curse out his name as well as his family tree and future bloodline.
If that’s what you wished to focus on he would not press. Love and hate were closer than people thought, after all.
That may have been the initial reason why your betrayal had stung so deeply. He would have accepted your involvement in this mission as long as you had shown up. ( don’t misunderstand these thoughts — either way he would have killed everybody else to teach you a lesson, but it would have made a darker part of his mind quietly pleased to see how far you would go for him )
Mihawk refused to receive the indifference you attempted to show him by not even giving him the grace of showing up to his ambush. So he made sure there wouldn’t be any other time where you could turn your back on him. He would have your eyes on him. No matter what the cost of it would be.
Plus, you owed him right? Taking his first night was a big deal, after all. Putting himself in such a vulnerable position for the sake of making you be closer should be rewarded, no?
The pleasure you brought him would not be a one time thing. He loved you too much to not give every piece he had of himself to satisfy you. However, he refused to let you have the satisfaction of it being easily given. Once you begged him with that sweet voice of yours he’ll gladly give it to you. ( But Mihawk certainly wouldn’t mind if tears fell from your eyes once again — just for him )
He pulled you closer as you kept a tight hold of his sleeve in one of your hands. As if he would ever go far away.
Ever.













