One Piece Oneshots

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Sweet boy Mihawk 👌

Finished 7/14 : 10:45 PM : 1119 words

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Basic Info.

Gender Neutral Reader

(n) - name

Slight Lime

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His lover, laying on the porch swinging their leg back and forth, they clicked their tongue in ultimate boredom by the lack of things to do. "What a dreadfully dead island" they thought, kicking up their right leg only to wave it back down.

Earlier in the day Mihawk suggested they go for a walk, but the recently bloomed hydrangeas made it unbearable, they wined quietly as Mihawk, their ever loving, boyfriend peered at them "are you going to whine all day?" he questions the smaller figure.. His fingers flicked through the pages on a thick book,

"Yes! until you take me somewhere i'm gonna whine!!" you stuck your tongue out at the older which he just replied with an unamused glare. " i suggested a walk.. The offer is still open" They clicked their tongue and sat up, "i want to take a trip." Mihawk hummed. "Where to?" he quietly questioned " I don't know.. A beach.. The mountains.. Maybe even a cabin in the middle of the woods." He trickled a bit of laughter , amused at the thought of leaving Kuraigana.

"I'm not opposed to the thought, not in the slightest, though we'll have to plan accordingly, twould be a shame if someone ruined it", his golden eyes trailed up their legs and swiveled till they reached your ever excited gaze.  " you mean it !" they sprung from the porch grinning like an idiot, "lets go to the beach then! You can finally get that tan i've always wanted..and " Mihawk looked annoyed and frankly not too thrilled about the idea of getting a tan, though for you he'd do anything so he swallowed his pride and accepted the atrocious tan lines.

A week had gone by and Mihawk was finally ready to take you on the trip, he made arrangements for Perona to take care of the island and keep the humadrills out of the house, she was capable and up to the task so there were no worries, the only thing that plagued the mind of the lovers is the spontaneous appearance of marines ... though Mihawk was more concerned about the spontaneous appearance of a certain yonko with red hair.. He prayed to any god that would listen just so that 'in his words' Red ass hair would not show up, but the odds probably wouldn't work in his favor so! we'd see.

The beach was more beautiful than you could imagine, perfectly blue oceans, brimming with life and pearly shores. "Mihawk ! would you look at this ! it's absolutely gorgeous.." the (h/c)-ette cupped their sides, breathing in the salty air, Mihawk scoped the surroundings for a good spot to set up camp, the perfect spot was claimed next to a palm tree who was taken by who but nonother than Shanks himself, Mihawk paled immediately, "(n) we should go.." his hand reached out for your daintier one " what! We just got here though.. " you looked disappointed in so many ways, his overwhelming need to satisfy you overpowered the need to avoid red pubes. "We'll stay.. But lets just stay-" before he could complete his sentence the worst sentence that could ever be said in his presence was said "Oh! Hey shanks!! Hey!" (n) began waving frantically to get the mans attention, Shanks squinted at them confused before he realized it was his favorite pair. "Mihawk! (n) ! hey guys" you both began to walk over, one with a large smile the other with a scorned look. "Red hair.." the two stared at each other "Mihawk.." a slight line of tension began to arise slowly but surely "hey hey hey, none of that, shanks~ what are you doing here" (n) cut the line before anything escalated, "ah, i was just taking a break from sailing for a bit" he chuckled quietly "what about you lovebirds? Honeymoon ?" (n) blushed madly fanning their face to calm down "Mihawk just rubbed the nape of his neck and responded to the question "Not yet..we're just.. Here" his slight blush was cleared away with a sign. (n) continued to fan their face while butting in with a slight stammer  "y-yeah!--- Not yet.. Soon though i hope." the last part was quiet but audible Mihawk glanced at them from the corner of his eye, he never thought that you would want him to propose, after all he did have a relatively dangerous line of work and liked to think that if he were to hypothetically pass away you'd move on and leave the island to its own devices..maybe it's the fact that he loved you too much to leave you and avoid that type of heartbreak.. Or maybe it was the fact that he was scared.. That he'd leave one day and you'd get sick of waiting for him. Either way this idea of a proposal wasn't new, he just wasn't prepared for that answer. Shanks nodded understanding the exchange happening in silence. "Well.. we'll see" the conversation went on and eventually drifted to other things such as Luffy, and Shanks trying to prod another fight out of Mihawk.

The two of you got out of his hair and began walking along the water, comfortably quiet but the minds of the pair were still dwelling on topics.

"Would you actually want to marry me.?" Mihawk asked out of the blue, the question seemed to seep insecurities that (n) never saw in the man.

(n) hummed "of course, i've never been opposed to the thought" they looked out at the water "i've just never been sure if that's where we are."

Mihawk stopped and turned on the ball of his foot to face his partner, his muscular arms snaked around their waist "you know i value you over anything else in this world.." his fingers threaded through the (h/c) locks that perfectly framed (n)'s face "if....or When the time comes and i do propose , i would be more than happy to share my world with you"

The moon seemed a little brighter that night..  You'd expect the air to drop to just above frigid but to (n) it seemed warmer than ever, his words tickled their ears and his lips felt like the stars had finally created the perfect alignment.

Maybe it was the feeling of his body pressed onto theirs, sweat combining and melting into the sheets of their quiet bungalow. the groaning shared in the moment of the two was intense, obvious that they both wanted more than what was being given, a feeling of craving for each other but a hint of modesty in their raw love making.

sounds that would fall deaf to those in the outer world.