The Aura This Kitten Gives Is So Fucking Cool. Nothing Will Ever Come CLOSE To Being As Cool As This

Bruh here bitching abouth how a fanfiction is about someone's fantasy lmaoo

obvious ragebait, nice try bud

Shanks getting pink hair(s) instead of gray or white is canon completely in my mind and should be in everything else.

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Hello!

I can’t believe how I haven’t asked you for a request yet, so I will QUICKLY do that. I literally love your in depth writing style- and oh my goodness you write angst so good!! (Kindness isn’t spineless-I LOVED)

I would love if you could cook up an angsty/fluffy/romantic fic with Roronoa Zoro x [StrawHat/Female] Reader who struggles with severe migraines.

And I was maybe hoping it could follow a scenario where the crew experiences a collision with other pirates/marines/someone evil lol, and she much prefers to help them- disregarding her health (as she experiences the migraine) which leads to a near death experience/injury. Overall saved, though scaring the crew half to death with her stubbornness will.

Really sorry about this I accidrntally forgot to do the ask thing and then post and I can't @ you so im responding this just to let u know I did the ask. also thanks for the kind words I kind of like writing people unfortunate but also i need it to be happy ending because im a baby. I reread this. Showed this to my brother Im gonna show this off.

Lust/Love

Shanks takes a big swig of his drink, sitting with you on the deck. It's cool at night, helping with the heat of your bodies. He's talking, but your eyes are just looking at the opening of his shirt.

"I feel lust for you Shanks."

"huh?"

"huh?"

Both of you say consecutively.

"What'd you say, kid?" Shanks asks, eyes wide with a flustered smile as he freezes his action of putting the bottle to his lips.

"I feel love for you Shanks, like as a Captain. Sorry I said your first name, just drunk." You lie on the spot.

...

"..Alright, then. Know my name's a good one. Love ya too." He says, looking away with a cold sweat and not knowing if he actually misunderstood you or not. Shanks puts down his bottle and pats you on the back. Good going.

Romantic(?)

Mihawk x reader. Male reader in mind but can be read as any/gender neutral. 511 words. Suggestive.

Desc: You're a romantic pervert.

Leaning back against your chair you scan over your boyfriend. His jet black hair, his harsh but beautiful hawk eyes, his muscular plump chest.

“Refrain from staring so much, it’s disturbing me.” Mihawk says and you jolt out of your trance.

“Haha, was I that obvious?” You say, a bit bashful.

“Practically drooling, you had a foolish look on your face. It’s embarrassing.” The swordsman temporarily closes the book he was reading as you get up.

“Embarrassing for me or for you?” With a kiss to his cheek, you crouch down next to his sitting form.

“Use your brain.” Mihawk states with a displeased huff.

“Can’t, you’re too handsome. It’s distracting me~” You press a kiss to his chest. “So pretty too, you’re heaven on earth to me.”

Mihawk scoffs and looks away, then buttons up his shirt quickly. You whine and kiss his clothed chest. “Nooo.. free them…”

“Stop, you’re being ridiculous.” He puts a hand on your face to stop you from getting closer despite your protests. You sigh and rest your head on his thigh.

“You’re so mean to me, my love.” You say sadly with a sigh. “Treating me like I’m a pervert…”

“And are you not?” Mihawk asks and reaches for his book once more.

“Perhaps, but it’s only for you. I try to control myself as much as I can but it’s hard when I see you looking so elegant reading…” You say, somewhat romantically; though it’s negated when you continue to speak. “and your shirt unbuttoned a bit just so I can see your chest, rising and falling as your breath. Especially when I can see a mark I left on you it just makes me want to make as many as I can on your skin.” He puts his hand back on your face, irritated.

“Enough.” He says firmly, though when you look through his fingers you can see a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. Ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make you happy… and want to say more. You reach up and unbutton his shirt, sitting up on your knees to rest your head on his chest. His hand is still on your face, yet he doesn’t stop you, settling it on the back of your head once your cheek is to the middle of his chest.

“I get to hear my second favorite sound like this, such a beautiful melody.” You say as you close your eyes to hear his heartbeat.

“...” He stays silent for a moment before speaking. “Second?” You smile.

“You wanna know my favorite?” You ask, and he doesn’t answer; just looking down at you. “It’s the sound of it when it speeds up, thumping loudly when I touch you and love you. The marks are an excuse to have my mouth on your chest, and to hear the thump of my lover’s heart.” As you say that you hear his heartbeat speed up slightly.

“...Corny.” Mihawk mumbles, but affectionately runs his fingers through your hair as you relish in the drums of his heart.

I actually wrote this way long ago, before i started to write on this account. Before Shanks I was obsessed with mihawk so i have a few wips of him of just my random thoughts i had to write down, thought i'd make sense of this one and post it since its one of the ones that was actually readable story-wise.

Mihawk x AFAB Reader? With the • Character reacts to reader's form of affection

Pre-relationship, Reader isn’t being subtle. AT. ALL. About her intentions and constantly flirting and being affectionate with him.. And yet it STILL takes Mihawk a hot minute to realize what she’s doing and go.. “Oh… I see……. well all right then darling.. 😏”

This ended up being more gender neutral, i had to go back and try and atleast hint at AFAB but hey whatever.

Think About It

Mihawk x reader. Female in mind but can be gender neutral. 1165 words. A bit suggestive.

Mihawk isn’t necessarily a dumb, unintelligent, or oblivious man. However, he is an experienced one, unfortunately experience can be as unhelpful as ignorance. Especially when you’ve associated a certain behavior with something else.

“Heyyyy sexy~” You slowly slide your chair over to Mihawk’s side. “What’s a dashing older man like you doing here?”

“Reading.” He states, doing his preferred hobby of passing time.

“An educated man too, how attractive. Bet you’re popular, huh?”

“Hmm.” He’s never thought about it, annoyed by popularity, but he was more popular in his youth. He’s gotten a bit less popular with age though, most likely due to his approachibility getting even worse. “Decently.”

‘Such dry answers… but he’s actually responding instead of brushing me off like with others.’ Your thoughts scramble as you keep flirting. “Well~ I think you’re amazing.” He hums and you tilt your body to rest on his. “Your eyes when you read are really pretty too, I could watch you read for hours.” Usually he’d think nothing of the compliment, even finding it disgusting, but coming from you it’s actually a bit… flattering. His hawk-like eyes move from the book to look at at you, piercing and mezmerising. “Kyaa~ My heart just skipped a beat.” You half-joke with a hand on your chest. A certain behavior to him associated with a Red Haired man. Your true intentions are going over his head, his mind subconsiously filtering jokes like these as only jokes.

“I recommend seeing a doctor.” He brushes it off as he would with that weird redhead, looking back at his book. This isn’t working, mission failed and you sigh, eventually retreating to your room.

Later he finds you in the kitchen with a bottle of wine, “Oh, hey!” swishing it around with a wink when you see him. “Must be fate you came here just as I did, maybe we’re just meant to be.” You hold out the bottle to him and he walks up to you, taking it.

“I suppose so.” He’s actually fairly pleased this has happened, pouring both of you a glass.

“Right? We’re fated to be together, like Romeo and Juliet~” You say with a dreamy sigh, laying your head on his shoulder.

“The two of them die.” He points out, taking a sip from his glass while you flinch.

“Not… that part.” You step back. “Though I wouldn’t mind dying if it were oh so romantically with you~” You strike a pose of longing, hand reaching out to him. He places your wine glass in it.

“I would mind. I prefer you alive.” Mihawk states, not much to say, but for him it is. You end up getting flustered like he just professed his love.

“Thanks.. I prefer you alive too..” Failed again.

__________

Mihawk comes back from a mission looking irritated, immediately going for a bottle of wine when you spot him. “Welcome back, babe, you need a bath? I could even get in with you.” His mind is fresh from fighting, in a bad mood from it being annoying. One of the targets had escaped, making him have to waste time looking for them. Not hard, but out of the way enough to be irritating. Especially when the “battle” itself was hardly anything, being interrupted by the target accidentally causing their own demise. It leaves Mihawk feeling pent up, unfulfilled.

“I don’t need your assistance in bathing, (Y/n).” He shuts you down, quickly looking for a glass when you hand one to him. Wasting no time, he pours the liquid inside and takes a big gulp. It’s a little hot seeing him like this.

“Good view, if it makes you feel better I could always give you one too.” You walk over to him and press your chest against his arm. “If you’d let me~” He gently pushes you away.

“Not now. Your company is… nice, but I don’t need jokes.” He gulps down the rest of the wine and sighs in relief.

“Who said I’m joking?”

“I’m being quite serious.” Mihawk’s adamant and you sigh, pushing him like this would only make things worse when he’s in this mood.

“Alright. No view then, I get it. Call me if you need me~” You say with a purr, rubbing your cheek against him before leaving. Once you’re gone he grumbles, he didn’t want you to leave he just wanted you to stop messing around. It isn’t fun hearing someone who’s words you could actually take to heart play around with it. He almost finishes the entire bottle before deciding to bathe, wanted to feel clean and relax.

Mihawk sighs, his muscles untensing as he lowers himself into the hot water after cleaning himself properly. Much better. His mind, scrambled from stress, begins to come together as he starts to think of your adcances. He’s always assumed they were like Shanks’s, just jokes, and hadn’t thought really though about it more than that; but now that he’s allowing himself to look further he realizes more. They’re different than his, more bold, more flirtatious, and more often than Red Hair. The captain had usually just sprinkled them in with his other annoying babbling, but you joke flirt so frequently.

…

‘Perhaps these are not jokes?’ Something clicks in the swordsman’s mind and he gets up from the bath, drying off before getting dressed to see you. If this is true and they havent been jests he needs to make sure. He finds you back at the kitchen, about to drink your sorrows away before spotting him.

“Oh, you’re quicker than usual. Miss me too much?” He doesn’t respond, instead just getting closer to you. “Hug?” You hug him gladly, “I’d never miss the chance to be close to you.” You expect him to just pull back or accept it with a sigh as he usually does, but you feel his arms sneak around your body to hug you back. It makes you freeze in shock, not expecting your affection to be returned.

“(Y/n). Continue talking.” He says when you go silent.

“Huh.. yeah?” You’re confused, face hot.

“You enjoy my body, yes? Enjoy it.” He hugs you tighter, letting you feel his muscular build against you. “Take this chance.” You’re getting more flustered, why is he getting so into this so suddenly? He pulls back enough to look at you. “Enjoy the view as well.” This is a lot. Thankfully you’re too shameless to refuse so you take in the sight of him while feeling his warmth close to yours.

“This is the best.” You mumble and unconsciously reach a hand out to touch his cheek, he leans into it, closing his eyes. You’re reacting positively, he was right, and now that he knows he isn’t going to let this pass by.

“(Y/n).” He suddenly speaks and you jolt slightly.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I'll take your offer.” He places his hand over yours, opening his eyes to look into yours. “I would like to see the view.”

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Why did i ever think senor pink was cool i reread dressrosa and everything that happened was his fault it was just in his pov to make himself seem cool and hard boiled.