#alpha mihawk

Each drank with her, and ate with her, and went to sleep in their cabin hammocks trusting her sense and admiring their bounty. What they found was worth a fortune, maybe more than 150 million beri, even before cutting and polishing. Nothing could put crew or captain in a better mood than that news. 

For their patron, however, the work was not done at sunset.

Nothing put her in higher spirits than an especially incredible mineral deposits. So energized by their find, she worked each day late into the night, and when she finally slept, she woke before any other.

She dug deeper into the soil, finding all sorts of fine things, with a new kind of itching in her soul which she could not push aside. This ring in her ears was a siren's call and she could not stop searching until she found the source of the beautiful humming with had captured her attention. 

When the work started, Flora did nothing else, and spoke only to inform the others where to dig, and kept to her own tasks unbothered. As a hearing of the rocks’ voice, harvester and collector, patron of their vessel, they either already knew or soon learned that when she was possessed like this it was best to let her remain like a mole in the dirt, digging until she was satisfied. 

They gossip about her though. 'They say she hears them. The rocks! She hears them in jewelry, she can spot fake gold without even looking at it! I swear, I saw it myself!'

And these rumors were both true and accurate, which was why they let her dig unbothered. And when she was alone, she allowed for her power to surge forth.

Though none knew, she had feasted on a dragon-dragon devil fruit of a mythical model, the only feature of which she couldn't hide day to day was her nails, which like her bones were now made of quartz. Shifting subtly into her half-dragon half-woman form, she dug as much as a hundred men could in the hours she was left alone.

Only the captain had the authority to remind her one day remained in their agreed time here the next morning. Though she looked disappointed and frustrated, and attempted to bargain for more time, she was refused many times over until arguing itself took too much time away from the dirt at their feet and she went back to work. 

While the crew seemed relaxed and the patron single mindedly focused on the dig, the captain had not forgotten the reason they sailed towards Hoi Hoi. Though it had been repressed, she was still emitting that scent of sulfur ash that he would never forget and when she was upwind of it, the entire excavation site would reek. 

Just as the crew did not know their patrons name, they also did not know the name of her bond partner, who they so feared. They knew only the looks of their mistress, that their bond was a pair, and that the both of them traveled the grand line oceans together, yet separately.

The Captain was the sole exception, for he knew this man well enough to know that it was proper and right for them all to fear him. And in the rise of that horrible stench, he could almost hear the chant of his arrival on the wind. 

Though he'd been hesitant to stop at this little island when they were mere days from the next port, it seemed plain luck to him they'd happened past this place. At the rate the intensity of his scent grew, it seemed like they wouldn't have made it to Hoi Hoi in time anyway. 

From her, came a whisper. He's coming. 

Over and over that message bubbled in the back of his mind, as steady as a drum beat and certain as a wave cresting shore. It didn't matter where she was. In any ocean, hidden in the depths of uncharted islands, above the sea, or below it.

Perhaps, even in the lands of death beyond, he would find her, and he was coming for her soon. If they'd stayed at sea, he would have met them while they were still on the water, and Canis would much rather himself and his crew be far away from him when he arrived as was physically possible. Both for their safety and sanity.

So, captain helped his men with the last of the haul, knowing that there was no time to leave, and it was in everyone’s best interest to be on the ship and sleeping before head or tail of that man showed itself on this island. If they saw him, they would be killed--it had happened before--and he wasn't looking to get a new crew again. He ordered the men aboard, and that night watch would end hours earlier than was normally prevented. 

With one last warning left for Flora, he too went aboard, and she was left out in the ditches to dig for the special specimen which she had yet to find all alone. 

It was a gorgeous day, ending in a brilliant sunset of bright oranges and reds. Invigorating in the most romantic splay of colors which even sailors fawned over. Or perhaps its brightness wavered at the edge of the horizon as a final warning. But even that stunning vista slowly faded and was overtaken by the blue curtain of nightfall.

All the while, Flora continued her dig with a reckless wildness. Though the stars twinkled above, she looked for a very special glint in the soil. Turned to claws, her hands dug more effectively than shovels, and whatever she found she set carefully to the side to be loaded up in the morning. 

"Only tonight. I have to find it tonight." She whispered to herself, sounding completely looney. She would not leave a baby behind, not when she was sure she was so, so close to finding it. "How could I leave without you, huh?" 

It answered with its childish wail, like an infant, which only made her dig faster. It wanted freedom. Long enough it had rested in this place, forming to perfection, and now, like a ripe fruit, it was ready to be plucked from bed and taken into the sunlight. And this was a wish she would honor. Her work would not be done until it was safe in her hands and added to her mighty collection of happy babies.

In that moment nothing else mattered. Though something else very important should have turned her attention.

No one knew at what hour he finally approached. The only indication he'd arrived was a chill in the air and a flicker of green fire light which flashed near the beach for a single moment. 

Inland, Flora gasps.

A burst of aquifer water gushes out from between the rocks and makes mud out of the soil. Plunging straight into the cavity carefully dislodging the prime piece of quartz which had sat lodged her for millennia. It was perfectly terminated and a cascade of perfect hexagon nuggets of sapphire scattered across the surface.

Carefully, her hands pass through the remaining water and the first glimpse of luster comes to view. 

"Baby!' she coos, "And I got you and before sunrise too! Oh, welcome home!" 

She continued to speak to the rock as she stood on wobbly feet and it was only then she noticed the strange shadow which lingered over this hole and had for a little while now.

Startled at first by the unexpected shade she doesn't notice the figure casting it, too focused on how her new prize which nearly flies out her hands, threatening towards a jutted rock. She catches it after three clumsy attempts with a relieved sigh. And when she's sure it's secure in her grip her shoulders slump with relief.  

Annoyed now, she stops her foot and looks up at the person that snuck up here, be it deck hand or captain. "Just who exactly do you think you are sneaking up on me--ah!" the lecture dies in her throat with a squeak.    

In actuality a tall imposing figure stands there, but no one who works the ropes on the Cloudfairer. He’s instantly recognizable, no one in the world holds themselves as he does, even if he wasn't dressed as he always did.

Shirtless--which she couldn't help but admire, in white slacks and a black coat lined in red floral. His dark wide brimmed hat covers his eyes at first, the plume stuck in it a striking red against the star spattered sky. When he tilts his head just a glint of his name-sake eyes flash, like echoes of the hovering harvest moon. 

Though he must have been on the ocean for many days, he looks prim as ever. His jaw outlined by a dark scruff of hair and his mustache perfectly sharp. Even on his worst day he cut an elegant figure, and this was not his worst day. Clearly, he was fresh from the raft though, as the sea air had replaced his scent with the freshness of the open ocean. 

This is none other than Juraquille "Hawkeyed" Mihawk.

Anger melts into a delighted smile. "Oh Hawk! I missed you." 

"Successful hunting, I see." He tips his hat in greeting.

"Very very, I could fund a fortress with this treasure. And with you here maybe we could stay longer, and I could make that two or three." She hums, just a little smug. "This ground is so rich I even found a new baby."

He doesn't comment.

The treasure buried beneath their feet is not his real interest, or why he's come here. She'll regale him about it in far more detail at another time, they have much to catch up on after all this time apart. But right now, he's here for one purpose, and the only visible indication of it is the slightly dilated pupils he hides. 

If only they could scent each other. Inside, where the air was stiller and the outdoors didn't overwhelm their potency, they wouldn't be making casual conversation like this. Though he knows this well, she has not yet realized it. 

Nevertheless, it's time to get out of this hole she's dug. And as she moves to do so he sets into a low squat and offers his hand. She takes it, letting herself be mostly pulled up and into his bubble, where she can just feel his radiating body heat. 

"Well thank you, good sir." 

Though only slightly, he returns her smile. "Anything for a beautiful woman." 

"You say that to every lady you offer a hand to, don't you." Is her quick reply, though her grin grows wider and fonder. 

"I don't." 

Up on even ground now, she simply hums at him. Though he loathes it, she steps around him instead of slotting where it's easy to grab and hold her closer. She's letting his hand go slowly and sliding it against his arm, dragging it across his side as she rounds him, then placing it on the flat of the cross shaped blade on his back. 

"How's Night and friends, hm?" She asks.

He quickly asks back, "And no concern for me at all?"

"You're fine." She quickly replies. 

A single soft chuckles breezes into the air, almost a sigh but mostly amused. Her fingers trail down the weapon, running up over the inlay where she can reach, and the gems their gleam. The slight push on this back made by a gentle hand nearly sends a shiver down his spine, but he contains himself. Though he doesn't bother to contain his spiking desire and how it permeates the air.

"Why are you always so hard on your sword? Every time I meet it, the metal begs for a soft touch, and the inlays the attention of a jeweler's polish." 

"A blade is an extension of its master's will. That is all." His eyes track her movements as she comes back into view. 

"So, you've told me." 

She means to speak more, but when she catches the look on his face her voice freezes. Really, every time she's under his gaze a bundle of electricity sets her stomach ablaze. 

Was it nervousness? Fear? Arousal? 

It warmed her cheeks and brought on a certain shyness. That tingling she'd ignored, which had turned to itching, then a tightness in her core which until this moment she's simply bared through now revealed its true nature. Needy desires roar to life. 

"Flora, were you so busy digging holes that you forgot about me?"

His voice is low and teasing, in a way reserved just for her. Automatically her thighs clench together when she hears it. 

"O-of course not, never!" And though she says that quickly, one of his arching eyebrows quirks higher. "Well, you know, I saw this island, and the deposits! I mean I couldn't just let this opportunity... you know... pass by..."

"I'm surprised that this conviction convinced the captain to divert course." 

"I think the potential beri's did most of the convincing." She admits. "But either way, I got what I wanted." 

"You are satisfied then."

 "Yes, that was true," she adds, "before you showed up here." 

"My apologies for disturbing you then."

And disturb her, he had. 

The sea and soil did nothing to contain the scent of them coming together now, making her head foggy. It was his desire, hers, and the pull of their bond which created the tangible draw between them now. All she could taste, all that surrounded her, was the harsh bite of sulfur and ash which she'd grown to love so much. 

Mihawk could sense the shift in his mate as her thoughts turned. All the while he'd been traveling to meet her with thoughts of her scent thickening on his skin as his did on hers, he knew well that she was utterly oblivious.

To their alpha, an omega's mind was an open book no matter how far away they strayed from one another. So, he watched the scent take effect, her pupil dilatate and her scent of cranberry turned sweeter and her thoughts turn from soil to the way her slick began to soil her trousers. 

"You know exactly what you're doing!" She accused, "But I can be done here yet, I haven't even cleaned off my new baby."

"Later. I won't let you forget." Though his voice was low and tempting, she set him a stern stare. 

"Yes, yes, you will!" She pouts, "At least let me make a nest for it!" 

His hand reaches out and grabs her chin, forcing her to look his way. "Had you gone to town, you'd be making a nest for me." 

"I--" and though she means to stand her ground, under that gaze her frown wavers. "Yes, I know that."  

"And then you know how inconvenient it is to trudge through all this mud to find you?"

"I do and I do apologize for causing you trouble, but--"

Yellow eyes flash in a way others would call dangerous and he leans closer, "No. Not another word. You know how to properly show me remorse."

His hand drags her head across the empty space between them, her eyes close and her mouth obediently opens. They'd been away from one another for much longer than three months this time, nearly a year, and he was at the end of his restraint. 

Her body was his, whether she gave it willingly or not, and she was soft and pliant as he took her mouth. It's almost like being bullied, how he demands a certain pace and her complete submission. But they both know she doesn't really mind. And when she's sufficiently breathless he releases her chin and she slides down to her knees. 

Quickly pressing her cheek into the white fabric that covered his thigh, and sliding up to press her nose against his bulge. The scent of his musk nearly overwhelms her, and her eyes peer up to meet his. 

"I'm sorry alpha, I should have been waiting for you on the island. I know you don't like to get dirty at the digs."

"Mhmm." He rumbles as her mouth sucks at his balls through his pants. "That I don't." 

"I was being selfish, I should have been waiting for Alpha somewhere soft and quiet, all made up with my scent and ready." 

 He grabs the back of her head, to keep her from lifting it and using her teeth to lower the fly of his pants and release the thing throbbing under it.

A part of him does want to let his cock spring out from his pants, wants to slap his length across cheek and make her beg. Normally he'd make her take his cock deep into her throat to fuck her mouth slow and hard. But it had been too long apart for that. There was only one thing he wanted to stick himself deep into, and right now it was not the place between her lips. 

"Please, Mihawk." She begs, blinking those huge eyes up at him slowly and her hot breath pushing through his clothes. Warm pants of breath make them both throb. "Forgive me."

"You are forgiven." He presses her head down for just a moment and then lifts it, just rough enough to elicit a moan, "But I'll wait for you no longer. On your belly, clothes off. And I want you soft."  

"Aye, captain." She complies. 

Those eyes, sharper than a hawks, watch as she peels her mud caked clothes off to reveal the curves of the body he'd been longing for. Even covered in hard cold scales, the form of her ass and breasts remains, if obstructed somewhat by a tail which flicks back and forth as if to tease him further before it disappears.

But she shudders and in a shimmer the dragon recedes, leaving only the smooth expanse of normal human skin after a moment. 

Maybe next time he'd dominate the girl in dragon form, but now he wanted the ability to sink his teeth into her flesh rather than enjoying the fantasy of taming her beast. 

Once totally bare she lays in the upturned dirt, breasts pressed down and her ass propped up by her knees. It was an embarrassing submissive position.

She near tremored with need, too gone into the hind to think about shame or the small discomforts of rocks digging into her flesh. Even bending over made her moan oh so lightly and in response his own pants were quickly undone, and moved just enough out of the way to free his erect dick. 

It had been too long for the both of them, hardly settling for more than a few days in one place. Gloom island long left empty in their absence, and they hardly stopped there. Outside of their nest, most everywhere felt as ill fit for love making as this pit.

While it was normal for alphas to work through ruts, especially pirates. But mated omegas were not meant to spend heats alone and she'd spent three. It was no wonder she'd been so dismissive of what should have been obvious signals and as her alpha he knew he was responsible for that. Any longer away from him, and it could have become dangerous for her.

All he could do now was make up for lost time.

Three fingers suddenly entered the woman from behind, though her slick made the insertion smooth. It was more slick than usual, he noticed, and her scent heavier as well. Though he knew he'd started rut two days previously, besides the very first, their cycles had never synced before, and so he was slightly surprised as he came to a quick realization.

"Are you heating, omega?"

 Beginning to thrust his fingers into her, he gets to his knees and leans over her back. She almost curls in on herself she's so needy, but her determination keeps her from leaving this position. 

"I didn't know," she moans back, hardly able to answer as his fingers dig and curl within her. It might have been a while, but he had not forgotten her body at all.

"How rare then." He murmurs against her ear. 

More instinctually than rationally, she knows what this means. And her hips jutted back into his touch. 

Practically whimpering, she asks, "Are you going to breed me?" 

"The idea is tempting." 

He doesn't even hesitate to answer and she flushes. As he admits this, a coil of unexpected pleasure makes her slicker and slicker. Every touch is direct and purposeful and his intent is clear, he wants to feel her tremor, and she does. 

"I-I want it. I'll beg--I'll never get distracted again--anything, just please."

"Say what you want clearly, don't simper." He demands and she sucks in a breath. “What do you want from your alpha, omega?” 

It comes out in a rush, as clear as she can speak with her head in the dirt, "A son, a daughter. I don't care if there's one or a hundred, if they're yours I want them all! Please, Hawksie, I want your pups." She begs shamelessly. “I want your babies.” 

He lets her wait for a moment, letting her body beg too by bucking and squeezing around his figures. Everything trying to conceive him to fill her. It’s true that he feels the same, though he had figured it would take longer for their cycles to sync then this. 

She hides her head in her hands, a low whining sound curls in the air as she waits for him to answer her plea.

"Well said," he hums eventually. 

Where his fingers just had her coming apart, he retracts them much to her voiced displeasure. But soon it's something hotter and longer that's splitting her insides and she nearly howls; she was so grateful for the relief it brings to her rising heat. 

He sets a punishing pace, though he hardly thrust at all. His fingers grip into her waist, squeezing the plush of her ass and dragging her body towards him with even snaps.

Her nails clawed at the dirt as she was pounded back into his shape, having forgotten the stretch of his length and how it pressed hard against her cervix, deep, deep within her. She felt like wailing the sensation was overwhelming, but if it was not his will, she could do no more than writhe there and take it. 

Those wails were pushed to whines and whimpers as she could not manage to breath deep enough to let out a real holler, of pleasure or elsewise.

Perhaps she begged for mercy, perhaps she begged for more.

Her voice was nothing but muffled pants of pleasure. It felt unending. As the night wore on, she was sure she was going to lose her mind if he didn't knot her already. 

But Juraquille had his own mission, and it was not to fruitlessly release inside her. At any other time, he would have knot her at least three times now, but this moment was not about chasing the high granted to bond mates which made coupling sweeter. The bonded shared every feeling, what pleasure she felt become his and vise versa, until it became difficult to distinguish who was who. 

He kept control, and when he too closely neared his edge, he leaned over and dug his teeth into her bond mark, over and over until once again thoroughly impacted by his canines.

She was like a treat to him, and every time he sunk his teeth into her bite mark the taste of her scent sweetened by pleasure coated his tongue. How she didn't faint from the intensity of his love was unclear, but heat ensured she could only keen and beg for more.

What he waited for was the most troublesome time of his rut, when it peaked for about an hour and usually made him unreasonably irritable. As he kept his mate on the edge of sanity, until the cusp of wildness itched most strongly at the edge of his mind when they would both be most fertile, possessed by the image of the same flesh he held in his hands swelled up by his progeny. 

It was nearly dawn when the time came.

His end was announced by a rough exhale. The cry she let out as his knot stretched her painfully wide could have been called miserable, even though it was made through the highest of pleasure. Locked together, she openly wept as he finally filled her with his seed after so many hours of waiting. 

Though he slows finally, she cannot catch her breath for a long while, stuffed, scruffed, and now pushed full of hot cum, her instincts feel satiated. They stay like that in silence, savoring the feeling of being together a little while longer. The sound of the ocean in the distance is a calm lull, and the breeze perfectly warm. 

Eventually the peace must end, when Mihawk’s voice stirs the air.

"Listen carefully to me now." 

The command races through her sensitive body like a shiver. 

"--what?" She slightly slurs, just barely pulling through the onslaught of hormones which were only partially soothed by his seed and scent. "Hawksie, I don't know if I can." 

"You will. And you will obey." He repeats.

Panting and spent she turns just enough to look into his eyes, putting her cheeks on the back of her hands. She closes her eyes tightly for just a moment, and when she refocused on him her head was as clear of fog as she could manage.  

"Alright, alpha." She sighs, "I'm listening." 

"You will be going to Gloom Island and remaining there from this point forward." 

Those words totally disrupt her exhausted glow. "But then I won't be traveling with you anymore!" She bulks.

He continues as if she hadn't spoken. "You will part ways with the Cloudfairer once you reach Hoi Hoi, and I will meet you in four days’ time. Don't worry about where, I'll find you." 

"But why? We've done just fine at sea for years. I don't understand." 

He didn't answer her question, "You will pack only two bags, and wait for me." 

She can take no more at that, sitting up so fast that she filches, having pulled too hard on the tender place where his knot connects them still. "What about my books? My research? My c-c-collection? In two bags??" 

All it takes is a purposeful roll of his hips and she's flattened back to the ground. Her stuttering moan interrupting what could have been a long rant. She slurred a few words of nonsense that were meant to be a protest but failed utterly to be anything more than expressions of overstimulation.

With his hand splayed across her back to keep her down, it took very little to make her keen. 

"The captain will deliver the rest." He explains, in a stern firm tone, but softens when he feels a real sadness drag his attention down to the sobs being muffled into the dirt. "Why do you cry?" 

"Did I do something wrong? I am sorry for not going to the island." She continues through tears, "I thought I had more time. I know that it's been so long since I've seen you, I didn't want to miss it, I promise, but this place was really a one in a million find."

He closes his eyes and sighs. "You've been more careless in the past, if it troubled me, I would be stricter with you." 

She sniffles. "Then why?" 

"To put it bluntly, I no longer plan to wander the Grand Line on the raft. Secondarily, the last year has proved this system is not sustainable. Thirdly, I believe the world government will be calling on the power of the Pirate Warlords in due time, and they will not allow us to refuse them. I want to be prepared for it. Fourthly, I will not have my pups born on the water." 

Quieter, he feels her thinking. His logic is reasonable, though his conclusion makes her unhappy. Even if she wanted to refuse for her own reasons and continue traveling, he would deny her right now, she knew that in her bones. 

"Alright, Mihawk," she tries to suck all her tears in, but she can't help but feel disappointed. "Of course, I'll go if you think it's best." 

He stares down at her with a long-measured look. Still dissatisfied he leans over her, coming closer and folding himself across her back until they are nose to nose. She looks across the panes of their faces, into those terribly piercing eyes. It was a silent dare, and an intimidating one, for her to explain this hesitation he feels bubbling within her. 

"I'll miss the sea." She says simply, "And... I still feel like there's something out there for me to find. But I've also heard that being pregnant on a ship is torturous, so it is what it is." She explains, then smiles. "The rocks can wait a little longer."

"Hm." Satisfied, his answer is a little more than a rumble. 

Pressing the tip of his nose to hers, he peers down with that stunning gaze and slowly presses them closer. Though she only keeps her eyes open for a moment, he watches her melt into him once again, as his mouth meets hers in a sealing kiss. Once promised, he knows she'll do her best to follow her word. 

Afterwards his hips began rocking again, and knot still locked deep within her, she tightens and convulses, milking more of his seed out. He takes her another two times before he's satisfied and the mid-morning sun shines over them.

And when he's done, he leaves as quickly as he arrived, though not without ensuring their agreement one last time...

I'm in love with the idea of Mihawk being a father, it adds so much characterization to him, and the fantasy delights me. However, that is a discussion for next time, when we (the collective that is Flora) give that to him! ♡!

It also would probably not surprise you to know that I have a delightful rock collection and if I could have any power, I'd either want something to do with rocks and rock hounding, or teleportation. I am a simple woman, give me a man who wants to give me babies and rocks, and I'll never be unhappy.

If you'd like to read the last chapter early, it's already on my Patreon, along with a bunch of extra writing about this pair which is exclusive over there. (You also get access to all my novels and an archive of my work, which I'm continually adding to~)

Alright, with that said, be well my self indulgent friends!

With Love, Bede

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