Summary: You and Shanks have been married for years now and have a daughter named Aki—a toddler of two years.

The both of you can get pretty crazy, but you and Shanks noticed Aki isn't like them. More quiet and withdrawn and a blank expression on her face.

Sort of like Uncle Mihawk that helps them out often ever since the baby was born.

Did Mihawk have a secret love child the same time you gave birth and your baby was switched with his? Or is there something more here?

With the three of you, it's hard to tell. Or maybe it's always been just fate.

Art above by @Jo-he3

Established!Relationship AU
Mature Themes Ahead!
Modern!AU

Based off the comment section in Pregnancy Pains: I will actually post said comment section through pictures cause Wattpad isn't letting me copy and paste everything I wrote ;V;
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"They're ours, right?"

"You saw me bring her out, didn't you? She literally came out. In front of you."

"Yes but...maybe Mihawk had a long lost love child he never told us about and the mother of said child gave birth at the same time. And they switched the babies."

"But...she looks like us."

"That's the thing," Shanks stared at you seriously. "Mihawk is in love with me and found a redhead woman to replace me with."

"..."

"..."

"...I have wondered why he always hangs around here lately—"

"Right?!" Shanks grinned mischievously along with you as you and him laughed. "I need to let him off easy! Let me call him!"

"W-wait! Pfft! Right now?!"

"Why not?"

Shanks touched Mihawk's name in his contacts and put the phone on speaker as the both of you sat on each other's bed with the phone in the middle.

"Akagami. Need me to watch over the sane one of your family?"

"Mihawk! I have to ask you an important question!"

"Don't waste my time if you're drunk calling again."

"No, this is important." Shanks tone changed to his calm one, winking at you as you tried to control your laughter with your hands as you observed. "This might change our lives."

"This sounds ominous although you are one for dramatics." Mihawk's sigh can be heard on the other side of the line. "What is it?"

"If me and (Y/N) were drowning, who would you save?"

You looked at Shanks oddly but he showed his pointer finger towards you to wait as he stared at the phone with gleaming eyes and an interesting smile on his face.

"...I'm hanging up."

"Wait! Just answer! It's just a hypothetical."

"You idiots can't swim now in this hypothetical?"

"Awww, don't be like that Mihawk~. Just answer, who would you save?"

"My time and effort."

Shanks made a large grin and you smiled at the brooding swordsman's typical answer.

"You hear that, (Y/N)?! He said both!"

"I did not say that. Am I on speaker?"

"Hiya Mihawk!" You greeted with a wave only to drop it since he's not here. "I just waved at you by the way but you don't see it so I stopped."

"Akagami," Mihawk toned threateningly.

"Ohhh come on, Mihawk!" Shanks grins but his eyes looked perceptive and you're wondering what he's thinking only for him to say it and making your eyes widen and jaw drop due to what he said and how he said it. "It's okay to say you're in love with both of us, it's hard to get enough of either of us when you have to watch Aki for us all the time. Sorry about that!"

"You're both idiots."

Shanks laughed before looking towards your confused expression, winking at you with his tongue out to show he was joking but it didn't seem like he was. Either way, you went along with it.

"Ahhh, Mihawk. You're in deeper than we thought if you call us idiots like that, ya know!" You teased with Shanks laughing in front of you from that and you decided to go a little easier before Mihawk really hangs up on them. "And I wanna thank you again for taking care of our Aki, Mihawk. You make her feel more at home since she's more like you with her Uncle Mihawk there."

"Don't call me that again. And the both of you are fools. Call me when it's something important."

He hung up. You and Shanks blinking at the phone.

"Ah well," you shrugged as you flopped on the bed. "Typical Mihawk reaction, I guess. I'll text him later that we were just joking and it'll make him feel better." You look over at Shanks who was staring at his phone with a calm smile and focused eyes, making your brow arch at him. "Shanks?"

"You don't find it interesting if he really didn't like us, he would've left already?"

You blinked.

"What do you mean? I thought it's obvious Mihawk likes us. We're his friends. And like you said, even though he calls us idiots, that's just his way of saying he likes us."

"Like? Or in love?"

You freed a laugh.

"Still joking are we? We should stop next time he comes over or else he'll really glare at us till our skin falls off."

Shanks made a noncommittal hum as he sat near you with crossed arms, face relaxed but eyes hard to read.

"I was being serious about the redhead woman thing."

"No you weren't, you made that as a joke—why are you looking at me like that."

You didn't think much of Mihawk's actions. He was just being Mihawk. He acts like he doesn't care but cares anyways. That's just how he was but you understood him easily enough. Known him for years after all, you would trust Aki with him so in turn you would entrust your life to him. But in love...? With both of you?

Too far fetched.

"This is...a little out there, Shanks. You feeling okay?" You moved to touch his head, Shanks letting you with a slight laugh before grabbing your wrist and kissing it and saying he was fine. "I think Mihawk is just nice. You know how he is. We've known him for years. He's basically family."

"Is he..." Shanks lifted his autumn eyes to yours and kept them in place. "He didn't really seem to like it when you called him Uncle. In fact, I think he preferred what you used to call him back when you were under his tutelage for your case."

Your mouth parted.

"I don't...call him that anymore. After we got married and him constantly saying to stop, it didn't feel right."

Shanks hummed.

"You mean calling him Master and your love for him made you have a hard time. Since you felt the same for me."

You froze.

"My...my what?! Shanks, what is this? Why are you making all these baseless accusations all of a sudden."

"Which both of you didn't deny. But it's okay." Shanks flashed a reassuring smile with closed eyes. "I love both of you too. Which I think isn't fair for Mihawk if we all feel the same way but he isn't really part of the family yet despite Aki already accepting him and our own feelings."

"W-wait, slow down, Shanks. You're surely not suggesting..." Shanks opened his eyes and focused his stare on you. Your eyes widened. "...you are. Shanks, I—this won't be able to work. One of us will get hurt!"

"Like Mihawk?" You kept silent this time as you looked down, Shanks ruffling your hair. "Heyyy, come on now. It basically works now. He comes here often and hangs with us and Aki. It's just we haven't explored other parts yet..."

"Shanks...I don't think—what if you're wrong?"

"If I'm wrong when I do something and he doesn't pull away or react, than I'm wrong. No harm done, (Y/N)! And we can go back to how it was. But if I'm right," Shanks moved your head up by your chin as he softly smiled at you, "We can get a bigger family sooner than we thought."

"I...don't..." you sigh, leaning your head forward to his chest with Shanks having an arm around your back. "I trust you, Shanks. Just don't hurt him no matter where it goes. Who else can take care of our brooding Aki and understand her better than anyone else?"

"Dahahaha! Don't worry. I'm not planning to hurt him. I don't want him leaving anytime soon either. Who else can possibly hold their drink as much as I can?!"

"Right..."

Shanks kissed your forehead before nuzzling their heads together as he stared at you with perceptive eyes and a soft grin.

"I said don't worry! I'll make it easy on him and not go too hard. It's just a test to see."

"...okay..."

Shanks smiled and kissed you with you answering hesitantly before answering firmly and the both of you leaning back.

"Now, to the plan!"

"...I feel like I should be worried about the plan."

"Awwww, you just said you trusted me!"

"I do. Just not the plan."

"It'll work! Don't worry, it's practically fool proof."

"...Mihawk is going to kill us."

"...maybe..."

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It's been a few days since that talk you had with Shanks. You were nervous on exactly what he was going to do. You later on in the night did text Mihawk to apologize if they went too far on him, only for you to blink in surprise that Mihawk knows the two of you weren't serious and you have nothing to apologize for. You pausing in thought before texting him that you're glad you can rely on him and being Uncle Mihawk, Mihawk's texts seeming tense as he said once more in a reminder to you to not call him that. You biting your lip, hesitating on what you were about to send.

I can just say it's to tease, you rationalized. He'll probably just react like always anyways. Shanks is probably wrong.

So, you sent it.

Ah. Sorry Master! ^.^'

You waited a tense beat, seeing the three dots appear than go away. Multiple times. The more he said nothing and seemed to struggle made your heart start to stutter as your eyes were wide, waiting for what he was going to say and what's taking him so long and why isn't he just saying what he always says?

Bzzt!

You shrieked and dropped your phone, the shock from the vibration in your hand and your nervousness skyrocketing as you saw his name appear that Mihawk was the one calling. Your eyes turning towards the door of your room, hearing Shanks was still with Aki in her room putting her to bed before you answered the phone.

"A-Ah, hey Mihawk. What made you—"

"Why did you call me that?" Mihawk interrupted and you noticed his voice was oddly tense, similar to what he sounded in the phone call earlier but also demanding. You swallowed. "You haven't called me that since a little after you and Akagami managed to sit still for your vows and I told you to stop or something will happen. Was your apology of teasing meaningless than or..." Mihawk paused and you could practically see his frown deepening on his face.

"I..." you started before licking your lips, "S-sorry. Guess I went too far. I just didn't expect for you to call..."

"...are you and Akagami alright?" Your eyes widened, breath hitching in shock as you read what he meant from his careful question. "Something happened...what is it (Y/N)? Say what you wish. Does it have to do with Aki?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, tightening the hold of your phone as you heard the care in his voice. And the fact he didn't answer like he always did with just a stray text to stop that and instead call you.

Is Shanks...right?

"Is it something else...?" Mihawk questioned, filling the silence as you heard his concern and your heart warmed so much that it actually hurt. "It's rare the two of you fight, you two are too easygoing with one another and don't get angry easily no matter what the other does. The two of you need to be more serious, it might be more beneficial."

Like you? You wanted to say, but you held back. Your mind going wild. You always watch out for us when you're here or with us somewhere else and keep us from doing too crazy things—me mostly. Shanks you babysit when he drinks too much when we're out.

Mihawk...he's really done a lot for the both of you.

Shanks...he might be right.

"I..." Mihawk stayed silent, giving you time. He was always a great listener. And teacher, since he helped you in that Sharp Cutter Killer case. "I—I..." This wasn't how he was supposed to react! Mihawk, in love with both of you?! "I—I—we're fine! I g-gotta go! Shanks is putting Aki to bed and she cries but you know that so—"

Mihawk must've heard your inner panic.

"Do you need help with Aki?" You heard him shift and sounded like he was on his bed cause it sounded like sheets were shifted. "It's a little late, but I can make it over there if the two of you—"

"N-no!" You shouted, making Mihawk silent and his eyes narrow in suspicion at your reaction from his side of the line. "We're o-okay! Thank you, Master! Bye!"

You hung up, face on fire. The nickname just slipped out on its own again! You used to call him that so much back than and you saying it again even with text must've made you revert back to when you said it.

Oh no...

On the other side of the line, Mihawk stared at his phone with narrowed amber gold. Sitting atop his bed as he thought.

You were acting strange, Mihawk noted. First you calling him by that title again and than...

Mihawk sighed through his nose.

It's impossible you noticed his slip up, you were always oblivious. You couldn't possibly have connected it.

It doesn't matter in the end. He just hopes it was truly nothing with you.

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Mihawk doesn't think it was nothing, he realized.

Each time he would come to help with Aki since the day the both of you teased him and than you separately, you would make a flustered expression on your face and seemed to be more aware of him. Aware, or you just trying your best to avoid him entirely. You handing the toddler Aki to him and him brushing against you made you almost seem to jump to the ceiling, quickly backing up from his touch as if he had a disease as you made an excuse before leaving. All while the red haired man looked at the scene with an odd expression in his gaze before putting a shoulder around his like he always does with a grin, saying you've been sort of tense all week.

Adding that he doesn't know how to help exactly. But the red haired tone was...his golden eyes whipped towards Shanks when he said and the man had a smile on his face that showed he was planning something but Mihawk doesn't know what. Only for the Red Hair to laugh it off, innocent before making him go towards their kitchen as he spoke about Aki and the swordsman allowing him to do so—but some of his words, Mihawk noted, and his tone seemed suggestive.

The Red Hair has been doing that every day. Whether he was there or not. His jokes going farther than before.

"Did you try blowing?" Shanks asked when Mihawk was drinking his hot tea.

Or—

"I'm not an expert like you Mihawk, but tea bagging is better the second round isn't it?"

"Oh, don't mind me." Shanks stated once with his hair slightly wet on his head and still having drops on him Mihawk observed quietly on his skin and some of his clothes sticking to him like a second skin. His eyes narrowing when Shanks arm wrapped around him as he toned casually. "Just wanted a quick one. Sorry if I'm still wet, hope you don't mind it!"

He would get tense from each suggestive tease, wondering if Shanks saw through him but Mihawk sees no point in the man doing this if he did. The man can be a fool but is observant, though Mihawk has made sure he's kept it hidden. Still, the Red Hair—if he truly saw through—would have no purpose for the teases. It seems Shanks merely wants to go further with his tease from the phone call merely to joke.

That's the only explanation when Shanks would also say suggestive statements to him about you. Whether it was about your particular love of kebabs or a popsicle in your mouth when you would split with Aki or again with your tension from work and the Red Hair isn't sure if he's getting the right muscles to help you out—the comments made him just as tense and his grip on whatever he was holding tighten unless it was Aki.

Mihawk would flit his gaze around to make sure you didn't hear Shanks, only for him to glare at the red haired man that would have an innocent grin on his face but his eyes told a different story as he asked what.

Mihawk doesn't really care for anything, but his relationship with the two of you must be maintained. He will not have Shanks teases push you further away due to whatever occurred with you when you called him by his title you gave him—but that man must be getting to him.

For when Shanks invited him over for a drinking contest since it's been a long time, you offering him for dinner first too—he accepted. Food full in his stomach from the food you ordered, specifically Spanish cuisine he noted, due to your poor cooking skills but him knowing you could do it with proper teaching besides just the chicken and rice. Him and Shanks sitting on the kitchen counter that was more like a bar due to all the drinks the both of you had due to the Red Haired's influence as you put Aki to bed.

He doesn't quite know which round the both of them were in, he didn't bother to keep count. But based on the Red Haired's equally flushed cheeks and him feeling the blood under his skin thrum as his own skin felt warm—they both may be at their limit.

He felt a touch to his shoulder, an arm now around it as his eyes turned towards Shanks. Only to take notice the man was far too close, the foolish man's chin on his arm as he laughed. His breath hitting Mihawk as he did so as he kept his golden gaze carefully blank.

"Dahahaha! We sure...hic—went for a long time arounsh...around. Can't really tell...who lasted longer...can you?"

Mihawk closed his eyes, fingers touching upon his glass.

"Based on your speech, Akagami. The winner is clear."

This is a little troublesome though. He might have to stay in the couples guest bedroom once more. He can't drive like this.

"Clear, huh?" Shanks repeated in a echo, lips twitching as Mihawk felt the man's fingers tap on his shoulders only for his head to shift closer. Mihawk keeping his eyes closed despite him feeling the man's nose brush against his skin due to his casual white blouse. "You think you can last longer, Hawkeyes? I'm not sure...hic..."

Mihawk's eyes opened and slid to the side only for his brows to furrow as he saw how close the man's face was, a grin on his lips that looked charming.

"You're all over me." Shanks grin seemed to widen at that making Mihawk's orbs narrow. "Which one of us that can last the longest has already been decided."

"I don't know about that...you still seem on the brink."

Mihawk's brow arched.

Shanks eyes only gleaming, the Akagami's arm around his shoulder moving to wrap around his neck instead. The heated touch of his skin grazing against his neck making the swordsman's body tense but his eyes on Shanks questioning and curious.

What is this man doing?

"The brink? What brink is that?"

"Well—"Shanks said, brownish red eyes the color of fall leaves twinkling half lidded as his hand moved to graze his chest with clear purpose as Mihawk's eyes widened. "What do you think?"

Mihawk grabbed his wrist.

"You're drunk." Mihawk said, eyes narrowed. "(Y/N) is in the other room, what are you thinking?"

"I think the question is Mihawk," Shanks said, lips still quirked and half lidded eyes perceiving. "What have you been thinking?"

The Red Hair knows, Mihawk realized, hand tightening around the man's wrist. But this still doesn't excuse this, whatever this is. (Y/N) doesn't deserve that.

He heard footsteps, sensing you and he let go of your husbands wrist but the fool didn't pull away at all. Only seemed to lean more on him and his red head seemed to loll on his shoulder to keep it straight as you walked towards them.

(E/c) eyes blinking at them as you wore your comfortable clothes for rest, pajama shorts to your thighs and a tank top.

"You guys still going? You...do you want me to set up the guest room for you, M-Mihawk?"

You've always been kind, Mihawk noticed. But...he doesn't think staying here tonight will work out after all.

"I'm about to go back now. I don't want to trouble you with that, (Y/N)."

You frowned, eyes seeming to stray towards your husband in question only for the fool to seem to nuzzle against his neck. Mihawk feeling the scruff of his beard as he did so and his eyes narrowing.

"Nooooo, Hawkeyes~! Come on, you can't—hic—leave! Don't be in such a hurry!" Your frown seemed uncertain towards Shanks and Mihawk kept his tense hands around his drink as the drunkard nuzzled once more against Mihawk's neck, lips brushing before saying in a whisper so you didn't hear. "You shouldn't leave looking like that, Mihawk. You'll make (Y/N) worried."

This man...

He's not drunk at all, Mihawk finally took note. He would've noticed sooner if he wasn't so inebriated.

He needs to leave.

"Don't tease him so much, Shanks." You admonished to your husband only making the Red Hair create a childish whine. But you don't seem to suspect anything at all, your worried expression turning towards Mihawk with a hesitant smile as you now stood on his other side, your arm brushing his. "But...I think he's right. You shouldn't leave like that, Mihawk. You're never any trouble. I can do this at least for you, Ma-Mihawk. You've done a lot for us."

He retracts his earlier statement. Your kindness will be the death of him.

Your sincere expression on your face and how your hand burned on his forearm through his shirt is not helping.

"She can do a lot more if you let her," Shanks whispered and Mihawk could feel the man's lips were up as he spoke to his neck. "I can repay back too."

And this man with his jokes, his breath on him and his knowledge is dangerous—but Mihawk has always been aware just how dangerous Shanks can be. Too aware.

He needs to leave.

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head leaning towards him more as you frowned.

"What are you muttering Shanks?" Mihawk's eyes subconsciously turned towards your open neck in front of him, the slopes turning into your collarbone until it dipped to your chest. Your casual attire is affecting him more today and you're too close. Due to Shanks face being hidden to the swordsman neck, said swordsman missed Shanks knowing eyes and smile but you did—your frown deepening. "...I hope you're not challenging him again. He needs to rest here."

"Rest Schmest!" Shanks stated with a laugh, the sound making Mihawk tense due to hot breath on his neck as well as just the red haired's deep booming laughter, all while the man still had an arm wrapped around him. "We should have the fun go on! The night just started...! You should drink some too, (Y/N)."

"That...that sounds like a bad idea, Shanks." Your focused eyes now completely on the red hair. "I think...maybe you should now stop and let Mihawk go to bed in peace."

"I wonder if he will," Shanks slyly said, your eyes squinting at him when he said that and making Mihawk's hold on his cup tighten even more. Any further and the glass might break.

Mihawk kept his breaths through his nose short, lest it would catch due to Shanks words and your open worried (e/c) eyes meeting his in close proximity, your hand still on him and Shanks on his other side and Mihawk is completely caught in the middle between you two.

He has to—

"I need to leave," He stated, carefully controlled. Moving to get up only for Shanks eyes to gleam in determination, his other arm knocking over his cup that was apparently still filled and the red haired drink spilling on Mihawk's pants. Shanks saying a whoops but Mihawk isn't so positive that was an accident as his narrowed tense gaze turned towards the Red Hair as you gasped, quickly grabbing towels. "Akagami...what are you doing?"

Shanks only smiled secretly in answer, widening as Mihawk's eyes widened when he felt your presence below.

"Geez Shanks," you said exasperated on your knees as you cleaned up the mess as Mihawk stared down at you—you must not even notice it. You're too busy trying to help to notice your precarious position in front of him. "now Mihawk has to wear something of yours."

Shanks hummed from the back of his throat, chin on Mihawk's shoulder as he side glanced to Mihawk's face that was focused on you.

"No big deal, he can have me if he wants. Will it be a perfect fit though?"

Shanks words were too far away for Mihawk to bother to read them as you vigorously wiped in front of his knees as he sat, keeping your head down.

"Shanks, you know the two of you are basically the same size. What are you even saying?"

Mihawk stared. And Shanks took note, the swordsman didn't have time to react when the Red Hair grabbed his hand and place it atop your head and kept it there.

"Ah," you looked up, pausing from your task. "What is it Mihawk—" you froze, eyes connecting to his amber from below as Mihawk felt his breath nearly escape him.

Your gaze burned just as your smile was always bright, a thousand stars into one look.

Your lips parted and Mihawk's eyes strayed, fingers twitching on your hair as Shanks hand also brought heat along with his body next to him. Your eyes than dilating and your expression seeming to set.

He has to...

Your hand moved and was placed on his knee.

"Do you—" you licked your lips,"want this?"

Mihawk didn't answer, his hand atop your head only twitching once more as he felt your hair under him. He didn't even realize Shanks released his hold on his hand, but he did notice when the Red Haired place his own hand on his other leg but to his thigh. Mihawk's penetrating gaze turning towards Shanks and his calm smile as he tilted his head at him.

"Pull away now, Mihawk," Shanks said, hand grazing upwards slowly as Mihawk noticed your head drew closer to between his knees. "Do you want us?"

Mihawk thought of the two idiots.

One always too busy with the now rather than the past with an obnoxious laugh and too easygoing, yet is knowing. Always leave an impression in his wake, whether it was fear, respect, or the one where others didn't pay attention—a mere drunkard.

The other not knowing her own life value and instead focuses on others too much—oblivious. Yet seems to see the best in others as best she could—but says the oddest things in the worst of times.

He doesn't quite know how he became such good friends with his once rival, nor from his once student. And how he practically nestled between the two even before Aki was born, watching that the two fools don't cause trouble to themselves. Perhaps it was fate.

Or, Mihawk thought as he looked between you two—Shanks patient smile and your polite questioning expression. Perhaps the pull of a thousand stars and suns into them has always been entrancing.

The night always wants.

Mihawk placed his hand atop Shanks' and shifted it to where he needed as he gave the man a pointed look.

"Yes."

Shanks eyes shone, his cheeks seeming to flush more outside of alcohol influence. Your eyes doing the same as you smiled softly up at him.

Shanks than surprising him with a quick laugh, before moving his hand that he placed in his pelvis and cupping his chin and head butting their heads together—eyes the color of fall leaves melancholic.

"Sorry we took so long, Mihawk. Forgive us?"

Mihawk stared, eyes widening a tad before he felt your hands on him now as good eyes moved down towards your sheepish ones as Shanks began to kiss along his neck, and hand unbuttoning his blouse and exploring.

You scratched your cheek, pausing from unzipping as you looked up at him through your lashes—his hand still on your head.

"Yeah. Sorry. You know I'm pretty oblivious from when you taught me. We'll make it up to you now." You moved on to unzip him, springing him free and grabbing as Mihawk tensed. You looking up at him again, brows furrowed before giving him a comforting smile. "Relax, Master. I have you."

And you did, your mouth around him and Mihawk couldn't help the groan of your name at the sight below him and that blasted title from your lips before his head got turned towards a pouting Shanks. The fool.

"Can't forget about me. And you should try to be quiet," his eyes gleamed in mischief, lips brushing against the swordsman own as you sucked and bobbed and his hand was clenched around your hair. "Aki is asleep, remember? You know she's a light sleeper like you so be careful, ne?" The man said, before placing his mouth on his in a deep kiss that made Mihawk take a breath through his nose as he felt the man's tanned skinned hands move about his chest and behind his neck.

The both of you will be the death of him.

When you finished him with a proud smile on your face and his semen on the corner of your lips and Mihawk feeling Shanks's hardness against him due to how pressed against him he was, they moved to their bedroom—thankfully far enough away from Aki's room.

The two of you switched, a quick glance with smiles between the two of you all was needed before they seemed to know what the other would do. It would be concerning, since the two if you with plans never end well. But he stayed his hand. Mihawk only staring as clothes started to fall, pale hands exploring or touching the two of you before you moved towards his face with glittering eyes and a soft kiss to his lips.

While Shanks was more playful, the use of tongue flicking and quick little nips with hands exploring his chest—yours was more sweet as you had a hand behind his neck while (skin tone) fingers curled around his hair. He can feel how flustered you were with the kiss, him able to taste himself from your earlier actions as sweat started to gather due to your actions of also exploring with careful touches and grazes while Shanks mouth going with his eyes unabashedly looking up at the two of them as the red haired's hand was keeping it in place while the other was helping the once mafia lord.

When he took note of how tightly closed your thighs were, you seeming to squirm, Mihawk tugged your shorts down making you pull away as your brows furrowed at him.

"You don't gotta do anything. You've done enough. Let us do this for you...please."

Mihawk frowned at you as he felt Shanks pause the movement of his lips, pale hand warm on your hip.

"You expect me to allow the two of you to look like that?" He felt Shanks lips pull up as your eyes widened, flustered and growing as he tugged your shorts fully off and you allowing him as he did the same with your last layer between your legs. He gave Shanks a glance and towards his legs, Shanks seeming to read him, his mouth releasing as Mihawk laid you down as your breath hitched when his face met your entrance while yours was faced with the red haired's. "Let me touch you as repayment for having to deal with you two fools. Do this for now."

"Dahahaha!" Shanks was between Mihawk legs again, grabbing onto the swordsman and teasingly pumping as he grinned knowingly. Mihawk's eyes shifting down towards the man as he lapped at you—you clearly in need and sounding needier as you tugged down Shanks member before wrapping your mouth around it as you breathed and moaned shakily. Shanks having sweat coming down his brow as Mihawk felt one of his own go down his temple. "Awww, Mihawk. You really are in love with us."

"Quiet."

He retorted, breath on you and your hips immediately rocking back at him to chase the feeling as he felt his control start to waver as well due to the Red Hair—his breaths coming out sharper and Shanks humming around him wasn't helping along with his low groans from your own doing.

You releasing first, mouth away from Shanks for a moment as you shook and breathed out his name—Mihawk placing a kiss to your inner thigh as you did so and watched you as you continued pleasing Shanks before the red hair released the same—himself following soon after due to your faces as he watched.

The both of you make interesting faces, he observed as they want on and switched positions.

While yours was more flustered, embarrassed at all that was occurring—his lips grazing and kissing all over your chest as he hoped you understood his meaning to you which you must've due to you calling him by his title again shakily.

Shanks was more knowing, filled with chuckles and autumn eyes that are too glittery as Mihawk explored the man's body as he sucked on the obnoxious man's neck before kissing the mark and moving forward.

When the two of them sat in front of him, naked bodies filled with marks made by him and variation of smiles on your faces as he tilted his head slightly in question.

"W-Who do you want first, Mihawk?" You asked, your hand on his though while the other was on Shanks as you looked at him bashfully yet patiently. "Just ask."

Shanks chuckled, hand to your hip and moving in a graze up and making you ticklish as you released a small laugh. Shanks nose to your ear and making you huff at him to stop even though you had a smile on your face.

"Funny~," Shanks eyes cut towards his gold, the man leaning forward to his face with a charming smile that always made the swordsman stare towards it, his other hand to besides Mihawk's body. "Now call him by his name? Wonder what you're gonna call him if you go first..."

You flushed, smacking at Shanks' shoulder playfully.

"I—it's—it just comes out out of habit okay?"

"Hmmm," Shanks leaned, eyes half lidded as he leaned more, in turn bringing you closer as well—Mihawk feeling your breaths on his shoulder as he felt Shanks' on his face. "You sure like teaching (Y/N) here, huh? You going to teach me too~?" The man winked, grin turning teasing.

Mihawk stared before turning his gaze towards you, your hand still on his thigh and your chest grazing his arm. Your turning your gaze towards him questioningly.

"He may have a point," he conceded, being pulled to their pace. They must be playful in bed as well, you were laughing along with Shanks at times when the red hair would say something and you replied back. Before he would silence them with a kiss to their lips or a hand on their groins—them getting the message and sobering up quickly. If he knew he could silence their ridiculousness like this, he should've done it sooner. "And I don't need to teach you anything, Akagami."

You flushed slightly as Shanks pouted.

"Awww, come on. Call me Shanks, Mihawk~. Would it help if I called you my Taka—"

Mihawk made his choice by silencing the man with a searing kiss, laying him down as Shanks smiled. Mihawk pulling you atop the red haired man, your back against his chest as the two of you stared at him questioningly as he put his hands on either side of them. His eyes meeting both of theirs as you two looked up at him—his heart beating faster.

"I want both," He said, "So I'll have both."

You flushed, along with Shanks' surprisingly before the two of you grinned up at him.

"How selfish!" Shanks said, hand to your chest and another to Mihawk's arm that was beside him.

"He does do that a lot," you commented, (e/c) glittering with your hand on his other arm and your hand around him. "But it's okay cause it's Mihawk after all. Right...Master?"

He didn't answer. Not with words.

He moved between the two of you, when he was inside you—shaking and breathing in his ear and clenching around his hair as Shanks took you from behind as well. Filled to the brim and your moans being strained due to you trying to be quiet for Aki, his name on your lips along with Shanks' when their pace eventually went faster. Mihawk taking it especially slow at first with Shanks' following and copying his pace as you squirmed. He nearly broke his composure when you called him by the title you gave him when you pleaded, but maintained his control—satisfied as he stared at your open expression at your mighty release. A kiss to the temple from Shanks and a kiss to your hand from him due to a job well done.

With Shanks, you still in the middle but your chest now against Shanks' own as you kissed along Shanks' neck as Mihawk moves inside the red hair—tight as it was as the man grinned or smiled—pulling the swordsman down with a heated kiss. Saying words that the swordsman is quite mighty with this sword, probably better than his other one. Mihawk sighing through his nose at him at that, it seems no matter where, the man likes to joke. It did make you laugh out of surprise though, but you always laugh at his awful jokes.

Either way, Mihawk made sure he showed the both of you all he could.

The night will show the stars and sun to take in all and hold them always.

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Mihawk really likes giving, you noticed, the three of you laying down—you in the middle as they both had arms around you and over you to each other. All those kisses...

You slightly flushed in remembrance, of how Mihawk seemed to trace every part of your body with his lips. Purposeful. Graceful—clear poise and clear meaning as he stared at you. Or Shanks' when he did it to him.

It was like he was worshipping the both of you.

Each kiss an appreciation. Each touch with devotion. Each thrust in hopes of getting closer to the two of you, as if they were high above him and he could only hope to meet you halfway.

It showed you even more just how far Mihawk would go for the two of you.

He makes love just like how he shows it—with meaning and purpose. Hidden with a cold tone but if you could hear the different inflections of the swordsman, one could hear that the swordsman harsh words have no true heat.

Mihawk really seems to like to be serious in bed too, all commands and quiet hushes to them—the both of them listening as they followed what he wanted.

All the worshipful kisses at times made you flush more than when Mihawk was thrusting in you—but probably not as much when you had both your husband and Mihawk inside.

That was a lot, you thought with a slight flush as you touched Shanks' and Mihawk's hands on you. Looking at the differences they had on each hand and tracing them softly. But...I want it. I want this. You thought, as Shanks' chin was atop your head and Mihawk's nose was to your neck.

You clenched your hands around theirs, making them glance at you.

You fully turned your body towards Mihawk, determined as your back was to Shanks chest.

"When are you moving in?"

Mihawk blinked, lifting his head up as he stared questioningly.

"Moving?"

"Here," you answered simply, hand tightening on Mihawk's.

"I think what (Y/N) means," Shanks interrupted with a calm smile, hand tightening on yours in comfort before putting his hand with yours that held Mihawk's. "You practically live here already with how often you come over. Aki knows you and trust you. And...you don't have to sleep in the guest room anymore."

Mihawk stared at both of you.

The silence turning into beats and you were concerned that perhaps they did something wrong when Mihawk closed his eyes and slightly pulled his hand away.

"Not your best joke," your mouth dropped as Shanks eyes went round. "Especially since it's unrealistic. Your brain may still be muddled with alcohol, Akagami. Despite your amazing ability to become sober, surely it has faded out."

You tightened your hold on Mihawk's, not letting him pull away as Shanks just stared in shock.

"W-What? What are you talking about, Mihawk? We're not joking. We're serious!" Mihawk's eyes didn't open but he didn't try to pull away his hand again, but he did lean his head back. "Hey! What's my excuse than, huh? If it is a joke? Which it's not! You think we just...did this for fun or a laugh?"

Mihawk opened his eyes slightly, staring at you through his lashes.

"Curiosity." You felt like you got slapped, your eyes widening as Mihawk continued, tone distant. "Or you calling me by that title once more awakened something I suspected would happen if you started calling me that again once you married Akagami. This is unnecessary either way, the two of you truly can't have a third between you."

How long have we led him on without knowing it? You realized in fear, cold. That he thinks this is hopeless and just to experiment. As if we just used him for fun in the bedroom? Did he expect to just go back to normal, or is he... Your heart clenched, another realization occurring as your eyes saddened. Is he just willing to take anything he can from both of us when we say it? Staying silent and willing to follow whatever we want as long as he was by us?

Mihawk, who kissed with adoration and gave dutifully, truly has the two of you high above the sky.

"Mihawk," Shanks toned, eyes serious and tone completely changed. Mihawk's gaze turning up towards the red hair who's brows were furrowed. "How cruel do you think we are? This wasn't just lust, you sword obsessed man. We care about you."

You heard Mihawk's breath stutter slightly but that's all he did before closing his eyes again.

You tightened your hold on his hand.

"It's not a joke, Mihawk! You...always watched out for both of us, despite your complaints how we're both idiots. And we can be!" You leaned your head forward, your other hand going to the back of the ravenette's neck as he opened them once more, gold half lidded eyes watching—assessing. "That's why we need you! We—we just do. It's—we listen to you. You warn us if we go too far and...you're—"

Shanks placed a hand below Mihawk's chin, lifting as his gaze stared and met both of yours in front of him.

"You're family. Now stay."

Than the both of you at the same time, clenched his hand and stated in unison:

"We love you, Mihawk."

Mihawk's eyes widened a fraction, fall leaves not willing to let go and (e/c) glinting cooly.

The three of you stared at each other, marks on their bodies from each other that showed devotion and the feeling more powerful than mere attraction.

Mihawk stared between the two of you, neither of you faltering in your gazes.

He sighed.

"The two of you always do what you want in the end. Not even I could truly change your mind when you have that look..." You breathed as Shanks stared intently when Mihawk's hand grasped the both of yours. His lips lifted into a shadow of a smile, gold soft. "It seems I have trouble listening as well. It will take some time for the move in process to finish and we will have to explain to Aki—"

"Mihawk!" The both of you shouted, tears in your eyes as the both of you got on him.

His smile left when you got on top of him, chest to chest as you held his neck tightly as Shanks side hugged the swordsman and nuzzled the man's neck.

"You're crushing me." Mihawk deadpanned.

You looked up at him, eyes teary with chin on his chest as Mihawk paused.

"D-don't scare us like that again, Mihawk! Y-you're the best and can't have you thinking li-like that! I'm sorry again we took so long!"

"You sure can be mean," Shanks whined to his ear as Mihawk sighed, arms going around the two of you as Shanks than grinned. "Nice you agree to us in some things though! We should have a party to—"

"No." Mihawk said.

"Awwwww. Okay." Shanks grinned, than moved an arm to below the sheets and you felt him go by your behind and your eyes widened at what he was doing as your husbands brows rose up and down flirtatiously. "We can have one of our own than. Maybe with me showing you a good time instead—didn't get a chance to taste."

You felt Mihawk tense below you. You turned towards Shanks with a mild frown.

"Don't give him a heart attack, Shanks. You can be hard to handle."

Mihawk paused, eyes in interest as Shanks turned towards you.

"I'm not that bad! You make it seem like I torture you, (Y/N)."

"You're a tease. And your pace...it's different from Mihawk's."

"I think Mihawk can do it... right, Mihawk? I'm sure you can take me in just fine."

"You can't be that strenuous," Mihawk said with a rose brow and you grinned internally.

"Dahaha! Guess we have to test it out, right? The greatest swordsman not being able to take a sword himself, what would people say?"

"How confident you are to call yourself a sword," Mihawk said blandly.

Shanks eyes had crocodile tears as you laughed to Mihawk's chest.

"How cruel!" Shanks stated before sobering up, a calm smile on his face with eyes knowing. "Don't tell me you're scared to be sheathed."

"If you can." Mihawk eventually said.

"Challenge accepted!" Shanks grinned and the two of you shared a glance in victory. Mihawk taking note of it as his eyes slightly narrowed.

"It seems I got tricked. Didn't know you were capable, (Y/N)."

"Sorry, Master!" You scratched the back of your head sheepishly with an equal sheepish grin. "We can't get enough of you and Shanks even more, I can tell. He has bed eyes."

"My bed eyes are in my top ten best features," Shanks stated proudly and Mihawk's lips lifted once more into a small smile that made you entrances due to its rarity along with Shanks as he stayed quiet.

"Perhaps top five."

Shanks flushed before laughing happily, giving the man a kiss to his neck in thanks. Mihawk's hand going to the Red Hair's hair before turning his gaze to you.

"Avoid calling me that in public, (Y/N)." You blinked, flushing. "Here is fine but do that at least. Others may have the wrong idea."

"Or the right idea." Shanks teased and Mihawk sighed.

"I'll try." You said, giving the swordsman a kiss to the corner of his lips. "It's really out of habit. But... what exact wrong idea? You're my teacher."

"Don't call me that either."

"Hmmm," Shanks made an exaggerated thoughtful face. "I wonder what's worse, calling you sensei or master. Which one you like better, Mihawk?"

"Quiet, fool."

"Oh. So you like both...Mihawk-Sensei."

"Leave Master alone, Shanks!"

"He seems fine," Shanks leaned to the swordsman ear, golden eyes dilating. "Right Mihawk-Sensei?"

"Your jokes will one day get you killed, Shanks." Mihawk stated, Shanks blinking at his name before smiling widely.

"If it's by you, I think I'll be okay."

"Your innocence will do the same too, (Y/N)."

"I think I'll be okay!" You said with a soft smile, hand to his pale chest and one moving to touch your husbands's—right above their hearts as you closed your eyes. "I have the two of you to watch out for me after all."

Shanks smiled softly along with Mihawk, staring at you lovingly with hearts quickening.

It was than the door opened.

Your eyes widening along with Shanks and Mihawk as you quickly got off Mihawk—the sheet covering you and clothes quickly moving to the side by Shanks as a tiny red haired girl went into the room, rubbing her eyes with a serious frown.

"Nightmare." Aki stated, (e/c) eyes turning towards the three of you. Your form covered by the sheets up to your chin by your hands as Shanks sweated, a tad nervous as Mihawk stared.

A few beats of silence passed.

"Mommy. Daddy. Why is Papa Mihawk here?"

The three of you blinked.

"Papa...?" You and Shanks murmured questioningly as Mihawk answered.

"To help." Aki turned towards Mihawk slowly, blinking like a cat. "They can be too much sometimes and need help. I help them with you, remember?"

Aki nodded, hand around her stuffed eagle.

"Papa Mihawk understands." Aki yawned, turning around back to her room. "Tired. Goodnight. Nightmare just annoying."

"They can be," Mihawk stated before telling Aki to close the door and she did so. Turning towards the two of you who suddenly had their faces too close to his. "What?"

"Papa Mihawk?" Shanks questioned, grin twitching to form on his lips.

"That wasn't my doing if that's what you're thinking," Mihawk stated. "Aki has been doing that for awhile."

"Well," you said, laying back down as you looked up at the swordsman softly. "It seems we don't have to explain much to Aki than. You're already a second dad to her."

"You're the father!" Shanks stated with a laugh as he laid down as well, Mihawk sighing at him that they need to try to understand Aki better. "But you can fully help us now! Dahahaha! The dutiful Papa Mihawk!"

"Papa does sound pretty cute," you said with a smile.

"The two of you will be the death of me."

You and Shanks smiled, laughing freely.

"Maybe!"

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At least there was this, no star or sun can live without the night to encompass them.

None.

And that includes the three of you.

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Crazy what can come out from comment sections sometimes huh? 💀

I just get spur of the moment things sometimes. I really suggest joining the Strong Discord Server if you want more!

https://discord.gg/sFvSpXnSdd

Also, no. You didn't know Shanks' plan at all, you weren't in on it. You began to suspect when you noticed Shanks being to Mihawk's neck, thinking he's going too far and should stop.

Honestly, I think the plan wouldn't have worked if Shanks told you the plan. Best you didn't know. You would've been a nervous wreck—a strategic move on Shanks part to depend on your oblivious side to do something and TADA!

It worked!

Shanks is pretty smart 😂

Don't underestimate this man, he'll get you.

And this is an appreciation to Mihawk. I feel like Mihawk won't be satisfied himself if he doesn't please his partners. He likes to please and kiss like one is a god, complete adoration and worship with every touch no matter where.

Honestly, this thing also got inspired by that meme in Discord as well like two years ago about Mihawk, SB, and Shanks in a phone call and Mihawk being asked on who he would save—instead saying his time and effort and calling you idiots when SB calls Shanks and says he would save them both and simply can't decide due to him being in love with them. Mihawk calling them idiots with a slight flush and Shanks asking SB if he just called them idiots with SB saying yup with a smile. Shanks telling her that Mihawk may be in deeper than they thought.

So...yeah...

Also... *cough* cough*

I couldn't show the NSFW art for this. You guys are gonna have to check on Discord because Wattpad won't let me show 😭. Sorry guys.