#trans mihawk

Crocodile had woken earlier than you, as was usual. It would be nice to not wake up alone occasionally but you weren't one to complain. You'd known what you were getting into when you began to date ex-Warlord Sir Crocodile.

You padded out from your shared bedroom to the main living area of your shared tent, itching at the scars on your chest. A breakfast was already made for you, and keeping warm in the oven. You smiled and collected the sausage and bacon sandwich from the oven, quickly turning the appliance off, then dropped into the beanbag Crocodile had bought just for you, getting comfortable while you ate your breakfast. The paper was waiting for you on the side table beside the beanbag, and you happily took it in hand for some light morning reading.

"Sweetheart, are you up?" Crocodile asked softly as he walked into the tent, spotting you reading the paper almost immediately.

"Yeah, I'm up. You need something?" You asked, taking the final bite of your breakfast sandwich.

"Yes actually, would you mind doing my shot for me? My hand is trembling more than usual today." He asked, and you could see that he was embarrassed despite him trying to hide it.

"Of course. I'll do yours, then I can do mine." You said, taking your lover's hand to be helped out of the beanbag, his eyes fond and your smile wide. You were only too happy to help.

You swung your blade, making contact with your buddy's. The sound resonated in your bones, and it felt good to get frustration out. You'd sourced someone from Buggy's crew to spar with, even if he wasn't as good as you usually would prefer to train with, he was serving his purpose.

"I know how uncomfortable it is to take it off around Buggy's men. You can't guarantee they'll understand. But you know I am always here to defend you, should you need it." Mihawk assured you, rubbing a slow and gentle hand over your back, he then kissed your forehead. Your free hand traced up Mihawk's toned chest and slipped beneath his coat. His scars were practically gone, healed so well, but small signs of his major surgery remained, at the very edges of where his pecs now were, almost in his armpits. One day, the both of you would walk around with your chests proudly on display. For now, you let him be proud enough for the both of you.

"Darling - what are you doing?" Mihawk called out as he strode toward the training ground. You paused the sparring you were doing and wiped your brow with the hem of your shirt, nodding for the pirate to leave for now.

"Just getting my blood pumping, and some energy out." You replied, approaching your boyfriend with a smile. You rested your sword against a barrel and reached up to kiss him.

"With your binder on?" He asked with a raised brow, reaching beneath your shirt to tug at the hem of the item. You grimaced, a little embarrassed that you'd been caught. You hadn't come out here with intentions of doing dangerous exercise but you had forgotten you'd had it on until you'd already started and figured it was good training.

"I won't always have time to take it off before a fight. I should train for the possibility." You replied, tangling your fingers in the ends of Mihawk's hair.

"You should minimise the risk to your body by only doing it in dire circumstances." Mihawk retorted, not pleased by the reasoning you'd given him. You rested your forehead against his, sighing softly. You knew he was right, you were just being careless.

You strode out onto the deck of the Moby Dick, glancing around for your partner. Ace was around here somewhere, you were sure. You spotted Thatch and Izou sitting together and chatting, and Pops was nowhere to be found. The deck was pretty quiet actually.

"Oh, finally, maybe you can talk some sense into him!" Haruta called out upon spotting you. You approached him with a confused smile, but you had a distinct feeling it was about Ace.

"What's up?" You asked once the distance between you was shorter, coming to a stop beside your friend.

"He's sunbathing with no shirt on." Haruta said, pointing in Ace's direction. It took you a minute of staring to realise what the problem was with that, and began to loudly laugh. He was sunbathing with his tits out.

"No different to anyone else." You retorted with a shrug and a wink, removing your own shirt where you stood to join your lover. They were still adjusting and you didn't hold anything against them for it, it was too funny to be offended anyway.

You lay down on the deck beside Ace and laced your fingers together.

"You're doing this on purpose." You said to him, and you didn't need to explain for him to understand.

"Thatch blamed me for the state of the kitchen. I haven't even been in there today." Ace responded.

"What was the state of the kitchen?"

"Flour everywhere."

"Oh, yeah, that wasn't you that was me." The two of you erupted into laughter, content to lay there together to enjoy the warm sun and just being together.

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