I've been spending a lot of time on Tumblr recently writing for my newest obsession, so I thought I would share what I've been working on over there, here.
These stories are born from the live-action universe but have some influences from the anime...
Summary: Mihawk has found you again after years of silence from you. Found you playing your little games with a group of celebrating Marines who are none the wiser to the predator lurking amongst them. It's a game he plans on stopping, but you have never been one to listen. Especially to him. But the longer Mihawk tries, the more he realizes he has become a part of the game.
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The bar Mihawk stepped foot in was far from the typical sort of establishment he would grace. It was dirty, small, and overly crowded. Crowded with Marines who boasted of their most recent victory. A victory over some small pirate crew who had tried their hand at attacking government-owned cargoships.
It had been a stupid idea on their part to ever try the World Government, but try they did and now they lay somewhere at the bottom of the East Blue, getting picked apart by the various creatures that dwelled within those waters, thanks to these oh-so-brave Marines.
Idiots. The lot of them. But Mihawk was not here for them. He was here for you. You who had suddenly reappeared in the East Blue after years, wielding such perfect chaos against the very Marines you were mingling with.
Yes, you were just mingling with them he had to remind himself. You weren't truly interested in these lesser men and their horribly spun tales. It was all a part of the little game you played. A game that lasted days, all because you enjoyed the hunt. All because you enjoyed watching the fear grow and grow on their faces as they realized you were not just some feeble, flirtatious woman.
You were a cat, claws drawn and ready to draw blood, and they were the small, weak mice.
And just like any cat, you enjoyed toying with your prey before slaughtering it.
Though Mihawk had always and would always enjoy watching you play your games, he was not here to do such a thing. He was here because he had heard your name whispered down the thorny grapevine that was the Marine hierarchy. A name that would eventually drift to its figureheads who would surely have you killed.
So he was here in this dirty, Marine-filled bar, getting bumped into and beer split onto his freshly polished boots because of you. To stop your perfect chaos.
He would try at least, seeing as you were the most stubborn woman he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Stubborn and short-tempered, you were not one to enjoy being told what to do.
Especially when it came from Mihawk.
Mihawk made his way through the crowd to stand before the table you had chosen to lead one of the less drunk Marines to. Where you sat on his lap, hand running dangerously close to his belt. Where you sat, breasts on full display for the man to drool all over. You giggled at something he said in his lust and beer-fogged haze.
He had to remind himself it was all a part of your game. You would never find anything this pathetic excuse of a man said to be funny--to be worth listening to. You would never truly let his eyes devour you in such a way--grope you as such.
