Okay well you shared that Crocodile video with us and made us simp so now I'm dropping simp age in your inbox
Cross Guild but OPLA (Because I really do feel like they vary in personality vs their Animanga counterparts) but like most specifically those two onsen and strip poker of them simping for reader. Have fun with that though! <3 (/gen)
I caaaaan't i adore them so stinking much 😭♥️
It's supremely difficult as yet to nitpick the personality differences between LA and 2D Crocodile, given his LA counterpart has had all of three collective minutes of screen time so far (frankly a crime I need Alabasta RIGHT NOW), but I'm already hopelessly obsessed I mean FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS UNHOLY LOOK AT HIM
still trying to get past my brain short-circuiting literally every time he appears on my Tumblr feed
LA Mihawk is significantly more cunty. Like my man doesn't say anything he isn't certain won't inflict the absolute maximum amount of emotional damage possible. World's Sassiest Swordsman, no competition. He could have been complimenting Zoro here and that pose/body language alone would have turned it into an insult.
i could literally watch that subtle little eye-roll for hours omfg
I feel like Buggy is the most different, but also...not?? Two sides of the same unhinged coin. I feel LA made him seem significantly more menacing in his introduction in season 1 compared to animation, then gradually closed the sillyness-gap. Season 2 closed it even more and made it even less subtle. Between moonlighting as the worst lawyer ever and getting uppity about Luffy messing up hus name and literally flirting with poor confused Bartolomeo because why not, THAT'S MY SILLY DUM-DUM RIGHT THERE
literally boops him on the nose I mean COME ON
ALL that being said, I feel like LA Mihawk would have more hang-ups about sharing you with the other two. It would still be Buggy's idea initially, but I feel like LA Buggy would push back harder in the ensuing argument, like he's more likely to make some borderline-suicidal sarcastic comment without thinking and regret it afterwards than he is to immediately apologize at threat of bodily harm.
Just like—
"I've absolutely no interest in sharing my pursuits with the likes of a literal clown."
"Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt your pride? What a complete joke. Why don't you go find Shanks and play with each other's swords instead...of...uhh..."
*already had kogatana drawn* *quirks eyebrow with murderous intent* ...Fine. *tosses the smaller blade aside to grab Yoru* Death it is.
*brain go POOF* *nervous eye-twitch*
*ohnooooifuckeduuuuppp*
*muttering* shitshitshit...I mean, haha, like—WOW that's a...that's a large sword—*increasingly nervous laughter* hey Croc maybe help a guy out—uh...Croc...?
And thus both parties present notice the third part of their trio is mysteriously missing, just as Buggy narrowly Chop-Chops his own torso in two to avoid being actually sliced in half. Because, ever the opportunist, Sir Crocodile decided the best time to make his own move on you would be while those two morons were distracted with their pointless bickering.
Sooooo biggest difference, I don't think they would be nearly as quick to agree on the polyamory situation. Not saying they wouldn't eventually, obviously, but they're totally gonna be drama queens about it beforehand.
I was thinking about how Zoro & Nami acted while being under Miss Goldenweek's influence on Opla season 2.
What if that's also how they act when they are drunk? We know both of them have a high alcohol tolerance and often enjoy drinking together. But what happens when they are actually drunk? What if Nami doesn't really give a shit about anything and Zoro starts giggling.
I bet their drunken interactions would be so funny and interesting.
Sanji is a complete flirt, we all know this. What if he finally meet his match and the two just go back-and-forth seeing which one will break first?
The comments they make to each other just get more ridiculous until one of them has to just burst out laughing.
flirting wars headcanon - vinsmoke sanji
thank you for the request. here is a small headcanon! (i totally did not come up with the pickup lines.)
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Sanji's natural personality consists of compliments and teasing. it started something simple, an occasional admiration for your outfit, your hair, or even the sound of your voice.
slowly after spending time with the cook, you decide to start jokingly flirt back. the first time completely caught Sanji off guard, as you usually just smile and thank him. this time was different.
"my lady, the sun rays capture your frame and features marvelously, almost as if God hand-picked you himself." Sanji swooned, bringing you a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade.
you giggle, taking the glass of lemonade and a sip.
"do you practice being this charming, or does it come naturally?"
Sanji's smile widens as a pink hue covers his cheeks. his body was slightly rigid and stiff as he was not used to women flirting back with him.
over the course of a few weeks, you both were getting used to each other and your constant flirting. it started light-hearted, Sanji still himself as you gained confidence working with him. then he started to join in on the fun, both of you joking together, while you made sure to get your points across.
"do you know what my suit is made out of?" he smirks, nudging you lightly.
you smile, shaking your head.
"boyfriend material," he winks as he blows you a kiss.
you chuckle, leaning back into the lawn chair.
"are you tired, Sanji-kun?" you asked.
"now that you'd said something."
"because you have been running through my mind all day."
"thats a good one, i'm going to use that in the future!" he applauds, taking a puff of his cigarette.
this was a consistent engagement you both shared, even bringing Luffy into it; however, his pickup lines were a bit more innocent.
one night, you both finally broke.
"my love for you is like the ocean, it just keeps rising!" he smiles, getting down on one knee and bowing his head.
"that one was just plain cute." you stand up, facing him as you start your line. "here you dropped this." you bent down, reaching for the ground, "its your standards." you stick out your hand for a handshake. "hi, i'm y/n." you smile.
Sanji holds back a laugh, enthralled in your actions. he regains his composure before his smile turned devious, ready to deliver his next pick-up line.
"are you my math homework?"
you lift an eyebrow, confused where this could possibly go.
"because i'm going to rapidly do you for 10 minutes, then spend the rest of the night crying."
you were caught off guard so much that you couldn't contain yourself anymore. you sat back, holding your stomach as you started to laugh, a few tears coming sitting in your bottom eyelid.
Sanji joined, finally releasing his laughter as he held onto his knee, bent over, wheezing.
you both have had a fun few weeks. this was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship sparked by your love and humor for each other.
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luffy says "I love you" to zoro like constantly, like all the time, and he means it, and there's really no big thing that prompts him to say that, and zoro only starts thinking about it as like, a romantic thing WELL into it being routine, which causes him to at some point be like "uh well yeah of COURSE i love you, too, obviously" and luffy is like "wow! thank you!!!" and zoro is like "haha don't mention it" and then spends the next 16 years reanalyzing the interaction
Remember when Emily said that probably Oda's advice to Mackenyu would be "Stop being so cool and looking so good"? (you can watch the clip here)
I can imagine Opla! Nami saying the same to Zoro, when he makes some badass move (and saves everyone's ass) when they are supposed to all get away from the enemies.
So, Nami will say that out of frustration, not noticing that she's actually complimenting him. Kinda like she did on s2 when she talked about his muscles. And of course Zoro will make a similar face to the one he had during that scene:
Zoro: So you are saying that I look cool and that I'm good looking?
Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:
*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*
Too much wine?
Mihawk?
Mihawk drunk??
Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?
GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s
BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COME—
So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.
Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.
I shall call it.......
HAMMERED
OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader
NSFW Headcanons
Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.
♫♬♫ Too Much Wine - The Fratellis ♫♬♫
I'll take the mead from the table
Talk straight while I'm able
Until I'm nothin' less than a crime
Zoro
"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."
Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.
Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and stamina—it's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."
Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.
All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.
That means you're getting one of two Zoros—goofy Zoro or sad Zoro.
Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.
He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.
If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.
Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.
"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."
Sanji
"There we are—a beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."
Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.
Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress you—and he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.
The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.
Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.
Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors later—and he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.
He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.
Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?
"You're just...just so—so beautiful—honestly, it should be illegal."
Shanks
"Hold—hold my rum—no, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railing—"
Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurt—"
Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.
If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.
He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.
Total life of the party energy—telling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.
Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.
He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watching—he already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.
He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.
To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.
"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."
Mihawk
"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."
Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.
But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.
He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relax—he's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.
Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.
But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.
Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about it—which honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.
You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouth—as well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.
That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.
Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.
Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.
You did have the audacity to challenge him, after all—he has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.
"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."
Buggy
"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch this—"
And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!
Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limb—probably him.
No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.
If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.
Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.
That being said, he doesn't care who's awake—things are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.
Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.
"Hey, uhh...I los—I lost my foot again. .....Sor—*hiccup* sorry."
I am a dum dum who forgot how to spell @sassenach-on-the-rocks amid my existential terror and dread of the deleted-draft incident mentioned below, and then did a Dum Dum no Double-Down by forgetting to update until now. This headcanon is their brainchild and they deserve all the credit for it.
You may now continue with your previously intended brainrot viewing.
I'm VERY INCREDIBLY MIFFED, MY GUYS.
I had this entire post finished and almost completely formatted and saved it as a draft to finish formatting it on my computer
And it DIDN'T SAVE. And I nearly SCREEEEEMED.
It was for an ask request and I also can't seem to tag the person that sent the ask.
I am A N G E R Y
But after several deep breaths and reminding myself that violence is not the answer, here we are.
At any rate. The ask request was for headcanons involving One Piece boyos taking reader to a Masquerade ball.
To the asker, should you still be around to see it, I really really loved this and thank you so, so much for it ❤️❤️ I really enjoyed finding masks to match their aesthetics.
Only deviation I made was Zoro; you meet him there rather than going with him. It just felt right that way for some reason.
And awaaaaaaaay we go~
The Masquerade
Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x Reader
SFW Headcanons
This was really so fun and cute and I thank Asker so so much for this.
♫♬Little By Little — The Fratellis♬♫
You wear your mask, I'll wear mine, they don't come cheap but they fit just fine
You can be her and I can be him, and we can both sink while the rest all swim
Sanji
He heard about it when you made port, and there's no way he's not taking you.
He's been looking for an opportunity to take you on the perfect first date, and this is it.
Perfect opportunity for the two of you to get away from the crew for and have a little alone time.
A little dancing, a little wine, a little champagne—it's perfect.
Makes sure not to tell anyone else, if Luffy hears there's free food he'll insist on going and the whole thing will no doubt end in chaos.
He doesn't even tell you—all he tells you, after presenting you with a brand new dress and jewelry (which most likely cost him every last berry in his wallet), is that he would like to take you out for the evening.
And how could you turn him down?
"Come on, love. I promise it will be the best evening you've ever had."
The effort he's already put in, those puppy-dog eyes....
You spend the evening dancing, talking, enjoying the free food, every ounce of his attention on you the entire time as he ensures that you feel like a princess.
Making sure that everyone has their eyes on the pair of you on the dance floor, that they know you're there with him.
Somehow ending up chit-chatting with the catering staff toward the end of the night and being invited to their far less formal after-party.
Stumbling back to the Merry hours later together, half-drunk and giggling and positive that it's the best night you've ever had.
Zoro
"What the hell...?"
He got lost and wandered in.
No idea what's going on, why are all these people wearing masks and dancing?? What exactly is going on this is weird as—
Oh hey there's an open bar, cool.
You recognize him from his bounty poster fairly quickly. There are a lot of marines here, and he really isn’t causing any problems, but he's getting a lot of strange looks...so you decide to do the guy a favor and shove a mask in his hands.
He looks at you like you're speaking another language as you explain where he is and convince him to just put on the damned mask already.
"A ball? I thought this was some kind of weird cult or something."
You just stare at him in disbelief—he thought it was a cult and he's just standing around enjoying the free drinks.
What.
You brush it off and tell him if he wants to fit in, then dancing is probably a good idea.
He's frowning at you again.
"Yeah, I don't really...do that."
You roll your eyes—there are still people eyeing him suspiciously, you have to do something, so when he finishes his next drink you just grab him by the wrist and drag him out to the dance floor.
Cue impromptu ballroom dancing lessons. He keeps stepping on your feet and mumbling apologies, but it's kind of cute how hard he's trying.
You really can't help but giggle at his explanation that he just got lost and wandered in here.
But you're glad he did—you doubt you would have had nearly as much fun otherwise.
Shanks
Heard about the whole shin-dig while in port.
"Hey that sounds like fun, we should crash it."
You try to be stern, but he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.
"Oh come on please?"
God dammit....
And maybe an hour later you're both making masks.
There's glitter and glue and feathers all over the captain's cabin and you're already dreading cleaning it up.
His has a giant gaudy pirate hat. Because of course it has a giant gaudy pirate hat. He's so proud of it, grinning like a little kid in an arts and crafts class when he holds it up to show you, that you can't even bring yourself to admonish him for it.
And of course the whole thing is invitation-only, and of course he manages to sweet-talk his way in anyway.
Just having such a good time, really doesn't care if anyone recognizes him.
Really doesn't care, just drinking and making small talk and joking with several lower-ranking Marines in attendance who are clearly very nervous.
Within an hour, while you're in the middle of dancing and deciding that maybe this wasn't *such* a bad idea, an announcement is made for everyone to leave immediately.
Judging by the sheer number of Marines outside there's no doubt as to why.
He just gives you a guilty grin before picking you up over his shoulder and bolting back to the ship.
Mihawk
Actually received an invitation, just rolled his eyes and tossed it in the trash.
You dig it out and pout about it until he rolls his eyes and gives in.
"Fine. No more than an hour."
At lease there will be free wine.
Unsurprisingly spends a great deal of time standing in a corner and sipping said wine while staring around haughtily at the other partygoers.
Would much rather be drinking wine back in his secluded castle and not having to deal with other humans.
Spends the vast majority of the evening standing in a corner and nursing a glass of wine while glaring around haughtily at the other guests, daring them to even think of attempting to make small-talk with him.
Doesn't move from his designated corner until he sees other guests daring to flirt with you, at which point he promptly saunters over to pull you to the dance floor and ensure everyone is well aware that you're there with him.
Lightens up a little after that (which may or may not have something to do with the several glasses of wine he's already consumed), but absolutely will not admit that it actually turned out to be a rather nice evening.
He will, however, hold this over your head and remind you that you owe him.
But you know the truth, considering he's a little more willing to attend such events with you after this.
Buggy
Oh what now? An excuse to be absolutely flamboyant and unhinged in public?
You're going. Period. There will no arguments.
He's already got a collection of masks and costumes anyway, this is going to be a blast.
You lose track of him shortly after you get there. You're pretty sure that the explosion that went off toward the back corner of the dance floor had something to do with him.
He finds you while you're sipping a glass of champagne in downright annoyance and proudly informs you that he's made bank going through pockets at the coat check while everyone was distracted by his little diversion.
"Ah, don't worry, babe, they won't notice. They're too busy schmoozing and kissing ass."
Standing around making small-talk with other guests in the most ridiculous put-on aristocratic accent he can possibly muster, introducing you variably as some foreign dignitary or princess from a far off land.
I think this is probably the last one for tonight. Or...this morning. It's five A.M. and it would likely be logical for me to go sleep now.
Soooo I got two Fluffy Alphabet requests for Sassy McSwordsman back to back with quite a few intersecting letters, so I just combined them both into one post.
This post, even.
Anyway...Mihawk.
A is for Affirmation (How affirming are they of you and their love for you?)
“Yes, I called you 'darling.' What of it? Shall I call you pest instead?”
Has developed a tendency to address you by pet names without being sarcastic about it, and doesn’t even really seem to notice he’s doing it unless you point it out—in which case he’ll fix you with a wry look and probably an equally wry comment.
The L word really doesn’t come out of Mihawk’s mouth very often. It’s not something he’s ever said very much to anyone, he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. If you say it then he’ll respond accordingly, but otherwise he don’t say it much.
Actions speak far louder than words in his case. He has made it clear that he absolutely will not tolerate anyone or anything threatening or insulting you, that he places your safety and contentment on a pedestal and will do whatever he has to in order to ensure you have both.
When he does say it, you know he means it. He makes sure to look into your eyes, to say it with absolute conviction.
Always says it before you part ways, regardless of how long, or before you fall asleep. Given the dangerous and violent nature of his life in general, he knows full well that any time you part could be the last time. He wants to make sure that if that should come to pass, that “I love you” should be the final words exchanged between you.
C is for Courtship (How would they court you?)
“I wouldn’t venture to waste my time speaking with anyone but the most stunning woman here, my lady.”
Courtship is a game of cat and mouse to Mihawk—once he knows you’re interested, he thoroughly enjoys teasing you with his own intentions, and he’s both patient and confident enough to keep the game going until you’re ready to lose your everloving mind.
He’s fairly subtle about it, but not so subtle as to leave you wondering about whether he’s interested. He’ll make it clear enough that he wants you to himself, but he wants to make sure to leave you wanting, to build the anticipation to a breaking point.
Intense eye contact when you’re speaking, peppered with quick glances up and down your body.
Keeping his voice low and intimate when he speaks to you, maybe as an excuse to lean in a little closer…or a lot closer.
His hand curling beneath your chin to draw you in, close enough to almost meet your lips before drawing back and assuming a more formal tone again—eyes glued to yours the entire time, drawing a great deal of entertainment from your reaction.
Greeting you or parting ways with you by bending down slightly to lift your hand and brush his lips to it.
F is for Family/Family (What happens when they’re around other people you care about?)
“Yes, darling, I’ll behave—so long as they do.”
He’s willing to grin and bear family affairs and friends for your sake, though he very much prefers it being just the two of you.
Perfectly capable of being polite and cordial, though there’s going to be the occasional dry comment here or there simply because sass is his default setting.
But if it’s uncomfortable for you to be around anyone, or if you have any family members or fair-weather friends that happen to be vindictive and/or judgmental, then it might be best to leave him out of it—he absolutely will not put up with anyone insulting you.
You’re his treasure, after all—and he’s one of the strongest men in the world, which makes you, as far as he’s concerned, among the most valuable treasures in the world. No one gets away with doing or saying anything to demean you in front of him.
He has more than enough self-control to not get violent for your sake, but he doesn’t need Yoru to tear someone a new asshole if they do or say anything that he deems offensive. He’s just as quick with words as he is with a blade, and the offending party is going to come out of the exchange with a mortally wounded sense of pride.
I is for I Love You (Who says it first, how long does it take, how does it happen?)
“What do you mean, ‘do I mean it?’ Why would I have said it if I didn’t?”
Him. Absolutely him.
Solitary as he is, it’s a bit awkward for him to say in the first place. He wants to be sure you know, but he doesn’t want to make a huge deal of it. It’s just a simple truth that has to be stated at some point, and he has to be sure he’s the one who says it first.
It might take a while. He won’t say it until he’s absolutely sure of it, but his inclination to be in total control of any and every situation he finds himself in means he’s going to take that initiative himself.
If he so much as senses you intend to say it first, he’s going to cut you off every single time.
It’s also going to come completely out of the blue. Not in the middle of some extravagant gesture, but just in passing; perhaps before you go to bed one night, perhaps as you happen to be leaving the room. He intends to catch you off guard with it, to see if you simply return the sentiment single thought, before it fully registers in your mind what you’ve just said—what he has just said.
The more taken aback you are by the realization, the more amused he’ll be; he was halfway aiming to shock you, and he finds it quite endearing.
K is for Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you/be kissed?)
“…And to whom, little one, do those lips belong?”
Firm and unyielding, deep and intense, grasping you by your arms or your wrists to limit your own movement and claim full control. He wants to steal your breath away every time your lips touch, and damned if he isn’t an expert at it.
He loves to press his lips just below the corner of your jaw to feel your pulse quicken while his hands drift over you.
He’s going to leave bruises, marks across your neck and shoulders that claim you as his, so that no one might dare question who you belong to.
Mihawk would never admit to having any weakness, but if he had to admit to just one, it would be when you brush your lips just next to his ear in between intimate murmurs and whispers—it drives him absolutely feral for you.
N is for Needs (What do they need in a healthy relationship?)
“Come now, dear—do you think I would be here with you if I didn’t honestly want to be?”
Not an awful lot, honestly. As high maintenance as he comes across (and he his high maintenance in nearly every other aspect of his life), he really doesn’t require much from a romantic relationship. Just the basics, really: trust, honesty, and loyalty. The three go hand-in-hand, and he would never have even entertained the idea of a relationship with you if he didn’t trust you, so he isn’t terribly concerned.
His confidence borders on arrogance at the best of times, so reassurance isn’t any issue. He can’t see any reason that you would lie about your feelings, nor does he have any reason to lie about his own. He’s brutally honest to a fault, so there really isn’t any reason for you to mistrust him, either.
While he would prefer for his lover to be just as low-maintenance, he won’t fault you if you aren’t. He has no issue offering you reassurance if you require it—though he may taunt you a bit about needing it in the first place.
Quality time would likely be his primary love language; he can stand some time apart, but he very much prefers having you near. Knowing you’re safe in his arms gives him peace of mind.
O is for Others (How do they react when you’re around other people?)
“Of course I trust you, my little bird—it’s everyone else that presents an issue.”
It strongly depends on the people in question. If he knows that you’re in a social situation you find uncomfortable, he won’t leave your side for any reason, and will use his presence alone to intimidate the opposing party until they leave you be.
If you’re among friends, he’ll take on more of a silent observer role. He’s more than capable of being amicable if directly addressed, but otherwise he’s likely to remain off to the side, quietly watching and listening, taking it as an opportunity to learn more about you.
In a crowd of strangers, particularly if he notices any other men eyeing you, he’ll keep an arm curled protectively around your waist. He isn’t much for public displays of affection, but he wants it to be known that you’re his, and that anyone who thinks they can change that will have to answer to him.
He does his best not to come off as imposing or controlling toward you—but while he trusts you implicitly, he doesn’t extend that courtesy to many other people.
