#this is the one idea in which Mihawk has a sexy sexy dream about Shanks and has trouble coping

[giurochedadomani]

For the Spotify Top 100 ficlet prompt: 55, One Piece, whatever you're feeling!

Por la boca vive el pez- Fito & Fitipaldis

(It's my absolute favourite rock ballad in the world, the singer is basically playing around with the popular saying 'por la boca muere el pez', meaning 'the fish dies because of its mouth', meaning 'liars usually rattle themselves out', and he's using that to say how he cannot live anymore while denying his feelings).

“I apologize”. 

Mihawk’s words throw Shanks out of a loop. He closes the door of his cabin, his other hand lightly squeezing Mihawk’s shoulder as he tries to search his face. The penumbra elongates the swordsman’s gesture, making him seem… sad? Embarrassed? In the lonely light of the only couple of candles lit up on Shanks’ desk. 

“...My behavior was unfitting”, Mihawk continues. Shanks blinks, a total loss of words. “I’ll understand if you—”. 

“What are you going on about?”, Shanks cuts him off, heart pounding in his chest as his mind automatically jumps to every single instance throughout the evening in which Mihawk has been uncharacteristically handsy. How Shanks moved Mihawk’s legs to let people use the stairs of the ship they were drinking on and Mihawk just kind of. Left his legs on Shanks’ lap. How he gently took Shanks’ hand and put it again on his knee, every time Shanks thought that he was getting tired of him idly running his fingers on it. 

Mihawk, ever so helpful, gives a non committal shrug. 

Shanks takes a breath. 

“Look”, he says, directing Mihawk to sit on his bed: “I took you out because you usually do not get this drunk, not because—”, he strips him of his coat, then kneels to take out his boots and hopes that not looking at him helps him say something that makes more or less sense, “they’ve done wilder shit— hey, I’ve done wilder shit, it’s just. You usually do not get this drunk”. 

Because that’s the thing. His mind keeps circling back to Mihawk touching him —to things like that little displeased noise he made every time Shanks moved his hand away— but the reality is that the swordsman has been pretty out of it throughout their entire meeting. Hell, he already seemed a little weirded out in the morning, when he’s shown up to their customary duel. 

He looks up at Mihawk’s somber face, and squeezes his thigh even though the other doesn’t look at him. 

“What’s going on?”. 

It cannot be the marines, and thinking about the possibility of a rival making Mihawk this sad makes Shanks internally laugh. That leaves the prospect of Mihawk being in this state by something Shanks adjacent, but he cannot think of anything the swordsman wouldn’t tell him upfront, Mihawk’s tongue being at times as sharp as Yoru. 

Well, nothing realistic, anyway. 

“At this point you’ve got to know that you can tell me about whatever’s going on, and that I won’t use it against you”, Shanks says, because it bears to be said, apparently. “Except if it’s about how you’re bad at fighting with knives. But I already know that”, he teases with a smile. 

Mihawk huffs, and it almost sounds like a snort, and if Shanks pays attention, he can almost see a corner of the swordsman’s lips pulling up. His chest feels warm. 

Warmer, still, when Mihawk’s eyes drop to his lips. 

He closes his mouth. His heart is beating out of rhythm, impossibly loud in his ears in the silence of the room. Half of Mihawk’s face is obscured, the light of the candles a tenuous glint on his golden iris, stuck on Shanks’ lips. Does Mihawk feel the warmth of his cheek, when he cups it? Does he blame it on the alcohol? 

The spell is broken when a wave makes Shanks’ tense position tip, hands scrambling for support on Mihawk’s thighs, straw hat tipped back and hanging on his back and—  he grabs the other’s hand without a second thought, pulling it back to his cheek where the swordsman left it first.   

“...This is okay”, Shanks mutters, because it apparently also needs to be said. It tips Mihawk’s surprise into something close to fondness, if Shanks is reading him well. 

The swordsman kisses his grin away.

#mishanks #akagami no shanks #dracule mihawk #one piece #one piece live action #opla #this is the one idea in which Mihawk has a sexy sexy dream about Shanks and has trouble coping #and coming to terms with the fact that he wants shanks and has no idea about how to get shanks #not expanding on that because I also want to do at some point some continuation in which Shanks says something cheesy #I've dreamt about this (kissing you #being with you etc) #that type of thing #And Mihawk goes: oh!!! So you've dreamt about this! #without realizing that 1) shanks didn't mean it quite literally #(although he'll come up with a few sexy ideas) #2) he's just confirmed to shanks that he has in fact dreamt about sleeping with him #an all around very mortifying experience for mihawk #but hey this little scene served for the spotify ask #xD