#op mihawk

[spookiedraws222]

watched the lost boys (1987) today

personally i can see shanks as a vampire too so why not a vampire duo,,,

[blorbosinfectingmybrain]

I feel like in crochawk mihawk and crocodile both like reading the newspaper but it a race to who gets it first because one mihawk picks up that paper and see a fat hole it he knew he lost the race that day

Mihawk [seeing the paper on the table]: mm seems I got the paper first today [opens it sees a fat ass suspiciously crocodile's hook shaped hole] oh never mind then seems I did not get here first

[sephirothlover1]

A/N: FYI it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything and when I say minute I mean YEARS. I definitely had fun with this Drabble and honestly watched the sun come help while writing this. I did proofread this multiple times so I am sorry if there’s any mistakes. (Technically not an x reader but his tags are a little dead and I want more people to have the chance to appreciate him)

Word count: 1.5k

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The air was heavy, its scent thick with petrichor. The night's sky a bruising blue. The damp earth and environment seem to vibrate differently. Nothing dared to exposed themselves to the current harsh elements. Within the desolate land remains only the ruins of old. It's looming presence shadows over the landscape. It's surrounding branches crackle and sway against assaulting winds. The gothic castle has seen worse days; the walls release a constant series of creaks and groans, almost as it the castle welcomed the assial.

For many of years the dilapidated island of gloom has housed a dark history; Not only is it inhabited by bloodthirsty warrior monkeys, the Humandrills. Yet the castle's current master is just as foreboding if not darker than the stories soaked into the soil. Dracule Mihawk, a man true to his title as the 'World's Greatest Swordsman'. When he's not venturing the seas on Warlord business, he tends to his castle taking up his time however he pleases. For years he's cared for the castle with the same disciplined and straight forward attitude as he does with everything else in his life. Having his necessities and particular indulgences met would suffice, anything else was all the same to him. Away on an assignment he leaves only one thing worth contemplating. Her.

Lounging on a patio sofa is the madam of the abode. She lays in contentment, enjoying the elements at hand. She's sitting close enough on the balcony to enjoy the weather, without fear of getting wet; shielded by the overhang. Hot air brewing from the storm soothes her normally cold body. Flat against the sofa she kicks her feet gently in the air, her head resting on crossed arms. For a brief moment she opens her eyes to watch the droplets run against the railings and any nearby surfaces. Moving to untangle one of her arms , she reaches to play with the falling rain, moving her fingers alongside the wind. White lightning etches across her features.

Turning onto her back she grumbles. "The storm is a more relentless than I assumed." For a moment she stares at the long forgotten book and tea sitting on the nearby table. No, not now. Feeling just as restless as the weather, she gets up with a balanced stride. Shifting around furniture, delicate plants, and even placing empty vases in safe areas to collect the rain water. The woman moves with a certain grace, not in a rush to complete her tasks. Carrying on with the same pacing since left to her own devices for the past two weeks. The rain was slightly lighter, the air different, almost as if she wasn't alone.

Not too long before, Mihawk had arrived home. After entering, he cleans most of the mud off his boots and checks the perimeter of the lower castle. Ensuring that everything is as it should be he ascends the main staircase. He places his extra luggage into his own bedroom afterwards still carrying Yoru, he moves to her boudoir to check on her. Knocking on the door, waiting for a response, he enters upon not hearing one. Scanning the room, his eyes glance towards the balcony doors. In the darkness he watches; the flicking of hair over her shoulder as she bends to grab something. The creaking of the door silenced in the rain. Chiming of the hanging ornaments sing as the wind rattles them. Moving forward he crosses his arms and watches her with his traditional solemn expression.

Thoughts of chaisting her being in serious weather like this, pass his mind, yet he decides to leave her be. Water flies from her hands as she flicks them, a huff comes from her throat. He notices the plum shade robe billowing her silohoutte and how her copper curls were fizzier than usual, most definite from the moisture outside. He continues to watch as she's works on taking down her wind chimes and other hanging decorations.

As my hands work on gently unhooking the decor from their stations, I feel eyes on me. There wasn't any need to panic, for I already knew exactly who it was. We've spent more than enough time to recognize each other's presence. "Do you intend on staring all night, husband?" Continuing my work I place everything in a box, steps are approaching me. I only stop once he stands before my peripheral. He has such an imposing figure, especially with his cloak and hat. Walking closer i rest my hands on the open section of his blouse. "You're drenched."

"I am."

His comment almost makes me want to roll my eyes. "How was your trip? I hope it wasn't too bothersome." He only responds with a hum. My arms indistinctively coil around his waist. His hands clutches my chin, bringing my face closer to his. I stare into those gorgeous crimson eyes of his. "Do you not have anything else to say to me?" I ask. He hesitated, like he's unsure what to say next.

"You look well."

He brings his forehead closer to mine. I gently nod against him. "Yes, I am…better, now that you are here." We share a couple seconds of silence before he exhales. The settled rain picks up, returning to its previous fever.

"Why are you outside at a time like this? Do we need to revisit that conversation we had not too long ago?"

Untangling myself, I grumble. "No, sir."

"At least this time i stayed on the sofa, away from rain, that was until i decided to takedown the chimes." He takes my hand, kissing my knuckles before looking towards the sky.

"Hurry then. I do not want you in this weather."

I kiss my teeth making a 'tut'. "I won't be long, while I'm doing this could you please bring that tray and book inside for me please?" I watch as he moves without response. After ensuring my delicate trinkets we're safe from the storm's rage, I place the container under a table. Opening the door he motions for me to come inside. Upon entering I remove my damp robe and throw it on a nearby loveseat. Looking over I see him placing his clock and hat on my rack. I open a drawer grabbing a small–medium sized towel. "Now darling come to me." He lets me pat him down before gently taking the towel himself, drying his neck and areas his cloak could not cover.

I take off my shoes and clean any water left on the floor that may have entered while the door was ajar. "So.. I'm assume you haven't had the chance to properly settle?

"Correct"

"Have you eaten anything yet?" I inquire.

"About an hour ago."

"That's good." I carefully figet with my fingers, massaging over them repeatively. He stops moving, reading my body language.

"Are you alright?" He asks. His tone, softer than usual.

"Yes." I nod my head. "I think now that you're here I'm finally getting tired is all. Coming closer he closes the gap between us, joining our foreheads once more. I close my eyes, allowing myself to relax.

"Do you want to stay in your boudoir or my own room tonight?"

"Hmm, here is fine."

His lips brush against my temple, taking my hands in his.

"Then prepare yourself for sleep, I shall return."

Watching him walk away and close the door I begin finishing my night routine. After about ten minutes, give or take I leave my en suite and approach my vanity. Sitting down on my cushioned seat I mist my hair with water and add whatever product I have closest to me in it. Once satisfied I work a comb through my hair starting from the ends and working my way up. Five minutes pass and I've already stating braiding plaits, working on the very last. Finally done i wipe my hands with a handkerchief, then clean the surrounding area before securing my work with a night scarf.

My door opens, reveling Mihawk, now cleaned and ready to join me in bed. He hands me a glass of water, I thank him. Guiding me towards bed, he unties the secures holding my canopy curtains in place. A testament to how well he's aware to my routine. Both of us slip under the dark sheets, I finally release a sigh. "I've missed you" I nuzzle closer into his warmth. Though I was more than used to it, I've allowed myself to finally admit that I do feel out of sorts when he's gone for so long. He takes my left hand, bringing my ring to his lips.

"I feel the same." He replies.

Turning on my side, I face toward him, trailing shapes on his bare chest. "So…darling…" He immediately narrows his eyes sensing an unserious tone in my voice. "Did you get me anything?" I ask. A sight mischievious glint in my eyes. He gives not only a sharp but dry "No." I gasp in disbelief, before sitting up. "You're telling you we're gone for two weeks and you didn't me one gift?" He almost wanted to laugh, he lulls me back to the pillows.

"Do not fret my love, sleep, and you shall see your gifts in the morrow."

Slipping back into the cover, before completely settling i huff. "You're absolutely insufferable." He hums in agreement before letting out a final "Sleep wife." We drift to the land of dreams in each other's embrace. Safe from the continuing storm raging outside.

I fear I have no clue what I’m doing, totally sleep deprived by the way. It’s 10am and I still have to go to work, bye bye!

[becoolio]

Mihawk: [after cooking for perona and zoro because he had too and is musing to himself] I had to make these children some soup. Its crazy though they probably cant even taste the rat poison

Perona: AH!

Zoro: [takes another sip]

Mihawk: Oh its a joke

[katnekoowo33]

my husband 🩷🎀✨ (and mini him)

[becoolio]

Crocodile seem like the type to laugh when someone is crying and mihawk seems like the type to give the dirtiest look and you can just tell internally hes thinking "eugh” and buggy is the crier the ugly crier

[nagorii]

Never expected the first chapter of The Garnet Vesper to get so much love, thank you so much to everyone that interacted with It! 🫂

I'll be updating with the second chapter soon, stay tuned for a very tormented Mihawk and reader's taxonomic antics.

I was able to take a little break from life itself and the terrible heat down here in southern Spain. Leaving here this dramatic ass sunset picture for your enjoyment, I hope you are all taking care of yourselves in these absolutely devilish heat waves taking over Europe.

Sending love and cold breezes!! ♥️❄️

[or0ch1maru]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Mihawk would be the type of lover to fuck you while Type O Negative plays in the background. Your legs cocked open as he pounds into you relentlessly. Nails digging into the plushness of your thighs as he maneuvers you how he wants. His golden eyes staring down at you, as if he’s seeing through you. Reading every micro expression that crosses over your face. Hips stuttering as he watches drool trickle down your chin as his cock head continues to hit that one gooey spot within your walls. Suddenly, Mihawk’s hands are resting against the back of your head, tilting your head forward..

“Keep those eyes open. Watch how good you take me…”

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