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Suprise adoption
Summary: You came back home with a few bruises and some scars while carrying a small child that looked like him. Now you both are parents to said child.
Pairing: Domestic Mihawk x Male Reader
Content warning: None
Genre: Fluff
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It was a quiet evening, birds chirping, trees swaying a bit from the wind it was a perfect day to relax and do nothing.
Mihawk was reading the news to see if there was anything interesting happening while drinking black coffee.
Until...
SLAM!
Mihawk heard the door slam open, and he already knew who it was. It was his husband [Reader] who was screaming his name with excitement, running towards him with a wide grin while holding something or someone.
Mihawk wasn't phased when he saw him until he saw his spouse holding something behind his back he took a good look at it, and it was a child...? Mihawk raised one of his eyebrows and asked what he was holding behind his back and than [Reader] smiled even wider and showed him what it is and spoke.
"Look, Mihawk, I kidnapped found a child when i was exploring egghead Island, and he looks just like you! isn't he just adorable? Let's adopt him!"
The child was stoically looking at him while crossing his arms together, demanding why he was taken here.
Mihawk looking at said child and to put it frankly, not surprised at the slightest he had a pink bubblegum goth and a moss headed swordsman who had no sense of directions dropped at his and your castle out of the blue so he didn't care if there was another one coming to freeload at his home again.
He was amused by your enthusiasm when you wanted to adopt him, oh well. Whatever his love wants, he will get and do no questions asked. (Wish I had a lover like him fr)
After you had forcibly adopted the seraphim child, You and Mihawk took care of him as if he were your actual child. The little hawk was warming up to you both quickly and started to see you both as his parent figures, and he even called Mihawk and You, his dad, and Papa!
Nothing really changed that much, except you both now have a bio-engineered seraphim child that had an unfathomable amount of strength, but what's the worst that can happen?
Everything
First order of business, You and Mihawk had started working on the murder tendencies that Vegapunk had put on the child instead of wanting to murder everything as if that would solve all problems.
Second order of business try to give the said murder tendency child a normal childhood like like giving him wooden toy swords or a plushie and not make the child feel as if his an object.
Mihawk is a dad by nature he even has the skills and reflexes to prove it too.
Mihawk wouldn't be the spoiling type of parent if anything discipline would be high on his list of parenting the child you're probably gonna be the one who would spoil the child because I mean how could you say no to the little baby-hawk hm? Or not who knows.
Mihawk is a quiet man, and so is the child. While baby-hawk doesn't always communicate verbally, he makes up for it by for example doing some gestures like holding up books for You to read to him or tugging You or Mihawk's leg to point or say if he wants something.
Now imagine this scenario.
it's just that You and Mihawk are asleep cuddling in bed, and then you both wake up to mini-hawk, turning on the lights.
You groggily rubbed your eyes, and Mihawk was a little irritated that mini-hawk woke you both up, and then you asked mini-hawk why he woke you both up and than he said.
"I want to sleep with Dad and Papa"
Mini-hawk said stoically while keeping a serious face on and holding his favorite toy sword you bought for him.
You then cooed at the child and scooted over and patted the bed, letting him sleep in the middle, and You and Mihawk started sleeping while also cuddling the child in the middle just a happy gothic family bond.
All in all, it was just You, Mihawk, and your little child goth, and he wanted nothing more than that.
The world's strongest swordsman, the cute house husband, and the little baby swordsman, what a chaotic yet beautiful happy family, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
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Sorry if it's short. This is all I could think of...
Everyday mornings...
Summary: Every day mornings with your husband Mihawk.
Pairing: Domestic Mihawk x Male Reader
Content warning: None
Genre: Fluff
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You stir slowly from sleeping with a soft inhale, shifting amongst the warm, cotton covers that never fails to get tangled between Yours and Mihawk's legs.
The morning chill that settles over the castle hits your shoulder as it peeks out from the sheets, and you shiver, trying to tuck the fabric back up for warmth.
With a bleary crack of your eyelids opening, now roused beyond the point of falling back into slumber, they train onto the first thing in your line of sight.
And, oh, what a sight this was.
A smile starts forming from the corners of your mouth, gazing softly at your lover beside you.
His face is serene, his brows normally furrowed in thought and concentration, now smooth and relaxed. A dangerous man, yet so handsome in his slumber.
Seeing Mihawk your beloved like this, asleep and at peace beside You, his hand had unconsciously finding and pressing against the skin of your hip for contact, was something you’d never forget and had You blushing slightly.
No person disturbing him, his breathing even and deep. Slumber holding him tightly.
"Good"
You thought, he certainly needed it.
Waking before the legendary swordsman is quite a rarity.
He keeps strange hours,training and finding other ways to occupy his time around the castle when he isn’t out sailing the seas, and often rises early to tend to the garden. And so, you don’t squander this moment to gaze upon him with reverence.
Eventually, as if he can feel your stare on him, his eyes blink open, regarding you with a tenderness that has your heart beating hard.
A low hum emanates from Mihawk's mouth, and one hand reaches up to slowly caress your smooth cheek.
“I’ll never get enough of this…”
His muttering was breathy as he stirs.
“Waking up and seeing such a lovely sight before me.”
You scoff, gently pushing his arm, but can’t help but agree to the statement.
“Getting sappy in your old age, hm dear?”
There’s something in the way Mihawk looks at You, thoughtful and quiet.
“No. I'm just being honest with you, Mi amor~”
“Well ill be…”
You hummed, amused, before leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his lips.
“I managed to make an honest man out of you after all this years, i guess being married to you was worth it after all.”
You could feel the smirk on his mouth as you leaned in for a second, and then a third kiss.
He lingers, savoring the feeling just a moment more, before rising with a groan from the bed.
There’s so much to do today, but you looked forward to it every single second of it.
And if it means seeing your husband's sexy and handsome face every day. ;)
(Wink wink nudge nudge)
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I MADE ANOTHER MIHAWK FLUFF BECAUSE I LOVE THIS DILF OF A MAN AAAAAAAAH! Btw I hope you liked this. I had to rewrite this a bunch of times in my notebook, but it was worth it.
dracule mewhawk
thing i drew a while ago
A few hours ago, I sat down to write down some simple thoughts about Mihawk and a Reader. I'm currently trying to get myself into writing again by writing about people with different personalities. Cross guild is just perfect for that one. It was supposed to be something short, a few hundred words... yea. That worked (not)
So: Enjoy my spontaneous, not planned, thing I just wrote.
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Mihawk hated how you invaded his space. He was hardly ever able to deal with Buggy, but another colourful, cheerful and lively person was too much for him. Whenever you were around he couldn't concentrate on any task he was doing. Your happy laugh that would light up your whole face was the worst. Mihawk couldn't look away. You were going on his nerves.
Mihawk wasn't able to grasp why everyone you interacted with seemed to instantly like you. You were just insufferable. The way you could entertain a whole room when telling a story, the way your face was so expressive when you talked or intently listened to the people around you, the way you seemed to always remember what everyone liked or didn't like, just unlikeable. It seemed like he was the only one around who could see clearly.
Mihawk did his best to dodge you, he really didn't want to interact with you, because everytime he did you smiled so sweetly at him that his head started to hurt. He watched you the whole time anytime you were in a room together under the pretence that he had to keep an eye on you in case you tried something funny. He also wanted to understand you, how you could infatuate so many people at once, not him though. Mihawk would never notice the wrinkles around your eyes whenever you laughed, or how happy you were for the whole day after someone had put your favorite snacks down outside of your room. How would he know, because it was definitely not him putting the snacks there and hiding in the shadows watching your face go from confusion to delight upon looking down and finding the food.
If someone would ask him if he liked you, Mihawk would scoff, not even giving an answer before just leaving the room.
Mihawk didn't like anything about you. Not how your hair sparkled in the sunlight, not the colour of your eyes, not your smile or the way you danced when the band played their music. He didn't like how you didn't seem to care what the world around thought about you when you did something crazy.
And yet... the moment he heard your scream echoing through the halls his body was the first to move. Hand on his sword he busted through the door of the bathroom to find you standing on a small stool, only wrapped in a small towel. A mouse... you were not in danger, it was just a mouse. Mihawk huffed in annoyance as he went to put an end to the little creature. "No! Don't hurt him!" he heard your voice. His eyes met yours. In the background he vaguely noted the arrival of Buggy and some of his crewmates. Mihawk just turned to leave, leaving Buggy in charge of catching the mouse. After he stepped out into the hall, he turned one last time. You were still wrapped in the towel, illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window behind you, looking like a goddess, while ordering Buggy and the white haired man with animal ears that was part of Buggy's former crew around to catch the mouse alive. He hadn't bothered to remember the man's name.
Mihawk once asked Crocodile what he thought about you joining Cross Guild. Crocodile barely had looked up from his paperwork "I don't have a strong opinion on that woman, but she's not unpleasant to be around."
Mihawk found another thing he hated about you as he was lying awake at night. You wouldn't leave his thoughts. For the last few months every night he would have trouble falling asleep because he disliked you so much. Tonight it was that mental picture of you in the towel. He couldn't stop thinking about you. A scar on your right knee, he wondered what happened. Painted toe nails, why would you paint your toenails if you always had shoes on? Was there someone in your life that you painted them for? The thought had Mihawk sit up in his bed, clearly frustrated. He had never bothered to find out if you were dating anyone. Why would he care?
The thought of you in someone's arms, someone that was not him made him angry. But why? He couldn't stand you.
Mihawk got up, it was clear to him, that he wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
Mihawk walked towards the kitchen. It wasn't like he didn't have any wine in his room, but tonight he didn't feel like drinking a fancy and expensive wine. Tonight he needed something else. He didn't bother turning on the lights as he blindly rummaged through the cabinets to find some cheap booze, stuff that Shanks would drink on occasion. Mihawk needed this to numb his thoughts. He whipped around when he felt a presence entering the kitchen. The light was turned on and you let out a surprised scream, dropping the empty plate you had in your hands. You flinched as the plate hit the ground and sprang into a million pieces. You jumped again as you noticed Mihawk was suddenly standing right by your side. "Sheesh! What are you doing here in the dark?! You scared me!", heart still beating hard in your chest. "You should clean that up, so no one steps in it" Mihawk sad with a cold tone, before walking past you out of the kitchen.
Somehow this irked you more than it should. You turned to face his back, yelling "Not even a 'Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you'!? You know what you are? You are an asshole, Mihawk!" The swordsman stopped in his tracks, your words had hurt and surprised him. He had never seen you get angry. He turned his head to see you get a broom to sweep up the mess with a sour look on your face.
He sighed as he walked towards you and took the broom out of your hands. "What are you doing?" - "I apologize for scaring you and for handling this as badly as I did. It is only fair that I clean up the mess, since you wouldn't be in that situation if it weren't for me", he simply replied. "Oh, so you CAN be nice", you said quietly, but with a sharp undertone. Mihawk furrowed his brows, still collecting random pieces of the smashed plate. "What does that mean?" - "That means that I try my best to be nice to you, but you're always so cold. I feel like you hate me. I always wonder what I did to make you dislike me like that. Is it something I can change?", you wondered. "No." Mihawk had finished picking up the shards and there was no trace of the accident left. "No?", you looked at him puzzled.
He forced himself to say the words "I don't hate you, neither do I dislike you." - "You have a weird way of showing that."
You stood right in front of Mihawk looking up at him into his yellow eyes. He held your gaze seemingly with ease, but his heart betrayed him as it started to beat faster. "Very well... I wish you a good night." He left, leaving you standing alone and confused in the kitchen. "What the hell was that about...?"
The next day you found your favorite snacks lying in front of your door, but this time there were also a few flowers. "Huh, weird timing", you thought, but still smiled at the sight. You paused as you picked up the flowers, you could have sworn you had already seen them somewhere. As you went about your day you didn't think too much about it. You were busy trying out a new makeup style on Buggy, playing with Richie, listening to Galdino talking about his candle devil fruit and dancing and singing along to the songs the band was playing. As always you felt eyes on you, but you had never found out if it was your imagination or if someone in the room was just quick to avert his gaze whenever you looked around.
This time was different, though. And you could already feel it. As you turned around you spotted him almost immediately. This time he didn't look away, his yellow eyes meeting yours.
You shot him a smile yet his stoic expression never changed. Although you could swear he was blushing ever so slightly. You continued what you were doing and after a while you noticed Mihawk had left the room.
It was already late, so you wished everyone who was still up a good night and went back to your room. A breeze made you pause. Some fresh air before bed would certainly be nice, so you followed the breeze beckoning you outside.
The night air was cool but it was not cold. You took a few deep breaths enjoying the silence and the wind in your hair. As you turned to get back inside something in the corner of your eyes caught your attention. Mihawk had made himself a little flower bed on a small patch of grass and earth. It was his little retreat that was off limits to anyone. You had marveled at the colourful flowers he had managed to grow recently and now you noticed some of them missing.
Suddenly it hit you, Mihawk was your secret admirer. And now you felt like an ass. Sure, you didn't know back then that it was him to cheer you up with your favorite snacks every time you had a hard day, but still... now that you knew you felt bad calling him out in the kitchen the night before. You had to make things right. For tonight you had a mission and you knew exactly how to do it.
Another sleepless night. Mihawk was slowly losing his mind. Not many things could rile him up that much. That smile you had graced him with that day was embedded into his head. He had slowly come to the realisation that lying to himself wouldn't make the feelings he had for you go away. It only made them worse. He sighed heavily. Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Who would knock at this hour? Usually he'd be mad at the interruption, but tonight he was glad he could take his mind off his problem.
Mihawk didn't bother to put on his jacket, he opened the door shirtless only in his pants. The hall was seemingly empty, but he could feel a presence looming in the shadows where the small ray of light coming from his room didn't reach. He took a step forward only to stop and look at the thing he had just bumped into. On the ground in front of his room was a bottle of red wine and an arrangement of snacks and foods he liked, like crackers with grapes and a special type of cheese.
His eyebrows rose at the sight of it. "I figured it out. It was you who surprised me with my favorite snacks and the flowers, wasn't it?" you asked, a smile audible in your voice. Mihawk just nodded, watching you as you stepped out of the shadows. "And here I was thinking you didn't like me. I'm sorry for my outburst in the kitchen", you apologized. "It's nothing, don't worry about such things." As he said this, your smile widened and made his heart skip a beat.
"I would like to get to know you better, Mihawk", you spoke softly, "but only if you're interested, of course."
Mihawk picked up the tray with food and the bottle of red wine. “By the looks of this, you already know me quite well."
"Pfff, that was easy. That's not what I was thinking about." - "I know, come in", he simply replied and it sounded more like a statement than an invitation. Mihawk went back into his room, setting the food and wine on the table. You shyly followed him, closing the door behind you. Mihawk set two wine glasses on the table and got another chair for you to sit on. You were a bit unsure of what this was supposed to be, but you just went with the flow.
After he had made sure you were sitting comfortably and after he had poured some wine for the both of you he looked at you "So, what do you want to know?"
Time was flying by as you talked. You noticed how Mihawk tried to talk a bit more than usual. He wouldn't answer all your questions, but most of them. You tried to tell yourself the warmth you felt in your chest was from the alcohol, but deep down you knew better. Sadly the night was coming to an end, when you couldn't keep yourself from yawning every few minutes. "It's really late, we should head to bed", Mihawk said. Only listening to what he was saying with half an ear, you simply nodded "Yea".
Mihawk helped you get up from the chair, he paused for a moment, looking between you and his bed. Now, as you still held his arm from when he helped you up, the words slowly seeped into your consciousness 'we should head to bed'. 'We'... 'We'? Oh. The realisation made you blush.
You looked up at him, noticing a conflicted look on his face.
You tried to defuse the situation "I mean... I could if you insisted, NO, no... that's not what I wanted to say,.. I mean I would if you want me to... I..." you were stumbling over your words not knowing how to bring your point across, but you were silenced by a pair of lips softly pressed on yours. It was like a lightning striking your body. For a brief moment your body tensed up only to relax into the kiss. When Mihawk broke the kiss, you had found the words "I will stay the night."
As the both of you settled into his bed, your heart was racing. This was NOT how you expected the night to go, but this outcome wasn't unpleasant. Mihawk had been awfully quiet since the kiss, and yet you didn't think about it as something bad. He seemed strangely content and he openly showed this.
He was lying on his back, his left arm pulling you close to him, as you snuggled up against him. Your hand tracing circles and shapes on his bare chest as you listened to his heartbeat. Even though you were still excited and nervous, you noticed your eyelids getting heavier by every passing second. "Good night, Mihawk", you mumbled. "Good night", he answered.
Mihawk had never felt so relaxed and content before. You - snuggled up so tightly against him - made him feel safe. It took him a little longer to fall asleep, but the sleep that followed was the best he ever had.
Maybe I should start One Piece for this single dad
@missmungoe you were so right to write fics about Makino joining the Red-Hair crew cause she really has that pirate trait of stealing.
Stealing Shanks' friends and crews that's it.
Bonus Boa Hancock and Makino, in that one shot where Mihawk and Buggy fetch Makino from her bar and she manages to 'stand in' as Red Hair Pirate representative of sorts to make alliance with Hancock.
Love love Makino and Hancock interaction in that fic where Shanks is about to get executed.
Makino unintentionally getting on the good sides of some dangerous pirates is so funny.
I truly don’t know and I want a good nickname so please help me 😭💕 Also what should Mihawk and Crocodile call reader?
Warnings: Heavy Non-con, torturing, degradation, pleas please please don't read is your sensitive
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Stuck...
Buggy has been gone for at least a week now. I'm getting worried and can hardly think straight. He would never be away from me for this long especially without notice and supervision. He trusted me somewhat but I guess he was still paranoid I was gonna leave him.
Currently I'm laying in our bed buried in the blankets. I tried asking crew members earlier today but, either they didn't know or were to scared to speak to me. Even though I have more freedom Buggy still doesn't want me to talk to them or them to me.
I got out of our bed and pulled on one of Buggy's shirts. I made my way over to the only people who I was sure knew where he was. My steps were quiet and I was anxious to even be near them but, this was for Buggy.
As I neared the large door I heard muffled deep voices. I fidgeted with the hem of the shirt and took a deep breath. I put on a brave face and opened the door. The bright light blinded me but as my eyes adjusted I gasped at what I saw.
There was Buggy hung up on a hook by his messy knotted blue hair. The two tall strong men were sitting on a couch. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open. Buggy shouted at me to get out and my eyes darted at him then at the men grinning. I quickly turned around and tried to dash out the door, but my arms were taken behind my back and my body pressed against Mihawk's back.
Crocodile stood up and towered over me with a big grin. "Hm what do we have here? Looks like a little doll seems to be lost" he chuckles. He looks back at Buggy who is shouting and causing ruckus in the back. Crocodile and Mihawk share a look and they both share the same thought. I gulp nervously and my legs tremble. "I-im sorry I shouldn't have disrupted you, please let me go, please.." I beg and look up at the two caging me in.
Mihawk let go of my hand and walked to the front of me. While, Crocodile smoothly came behind me and placed a hand on my waist. Mihawk placed a hand under my chin to keep me looking at him. "It's nothing personal but we finally found a way to destroy him and that is to hurt you.." Mihawk mutters
Buggy keeps on screaming and crying but it's pointless. I begin to sob as I hear there zippers being undone. Crocodile rips my pants and tears my underwear. I sob harder as the tip of his dick presses against me. Mihawk presses his tip against my lip and forcefully pushes it into me. "Don't bite or I'll slit your throat" Mihawk stared at me with no emotion.
I glare right at him and he grips my hair painfully. Crocodile finally pushes himself into me with a grunt. With a hand on my hip he starts thrusting into me. I cry harder, he was too thick and I wasn't prepared to take it. I scream around Mihawks cock and I started to slobber on it.
My fists bang against Mihawks thighs and I started to choke. It felt like my eyes were a never ending fountain of tears. I closed my eyes and my pleas slowly became quieter and eventually they stopped. Mihawk thrusts into my mouth "Already giving up?" He asks
Crocodile laughs while he grips my ass and thrusts harder into me. I cried through the immense pain he was putting me in. My body went limp and I was being held up by their dicks. I just want this to be over with. They begin their thrusts again and their warm thick seed fills my holes. I swallow Mihawks seed but it's too thick and I started to choke. He grabs my hair and pulls himself out. Crocodile keeps himself inside and walks him and I towards the couch. Mihawk follows and they both sit down. Crocodile finally pulls out and some of the seed drips out of me.
He pushes his large rough fingers inside me and shoves his cum inside. I whimper and stare at them to see their still hard. I shake my head "Please no more.." my voice falls on deaf ears as Crocodile slams himself into my mouth and Mihawk takes my ass. I scream at the sudden intrusion. Buggy just stares at the assault on his darling, he can't do anything but watch.
I feel warm liquid run out my me and I realize it must be blood. He's fucking me so hard I'm bleeding out of my ass. I start to cry more and I just wish for this to be over with. Crocodile just stares at me with his grin and he blows his cigar smoke at me. I start to cough and then choke and I have a hard time catching my breath. "Aw Crocodile don't hurt the poor sparrow like that we still need her" "What's this are you actually enjoying this?" Crocodile has amusement in his eyes "Have to say she does feel amazing so can't blame you" he chuckles "I think once this is over I will keep her and of course if you want we'll share.." Crocodile laughs
My scream is muffled around his dick. I do t want to be theirs, please no. "I don't think she's fond of that idea how sad. Not like she has a choice though" Mihawk says and snaps his hips. Mihawk quickens his pace and quickly pulls out and cums on my back some of seed get on my hair. Crocodile bobs my head faster and forces my head at his base my nose buried in his pubes. His seed paints my throat white and he release's me. I start to cough and catch my breathe.
"Bastards.." I mumble before my body gives up and I pass out. "Well that was fun" Mihawk remarks
Rare scene of mihawks smiling!
HAHA @fanaticsnail @sordidmusings
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Above is a preview of my Mihawk piece!!
Decided to add the other two, it's messy, but ngl I love it
My faves
Also fun fact despite these three being my favorites from their respective shows, the only one I've drawn before is Mihawk, Shikamaru and Toji I've never attempted and ngl- I love how they turned out
One Piece characters with a playful S/O who is deep down a merciless badass
TW : none.
A/N : This won't focus entirely on the relashionship with any of the characters.
Characters : Mihawk, Ace, Aokiji
Mihawk
At first, your way to be so lively, bold, untamed and uncaring about everything kinda annoys our dear Warlord.
Then, he finds out about your piercing glare, your powers if you have any, your talent at using your weapons or just your style in general.
He is amazed, honestly.
Won't show how surprised he is, though.
But still. He will wonder how he could have been so blind when it comes to your talent for fighting.
The way you kicked those noisy bastards' asses ? Mihawk wouldn't have done better. Well he was able to, but, you know...
It's mostly your eyes and your expression that he will remember. He so used at seeing that little smirk of yours while you are eagerly awaiting for a poor fool to fall in your little traps. And yet, here we are. There's no trick this time.
Mihawk won't say anything immediately but he will appreciate if you accept to tell him more about your training and mostly your past because he wants to know what or who made you become such a badass.
As obvious as it sounds, Mihawk won't go full fangirl about you. But he respects you even more from now on. +100 points of charm for you.
Although, your cheekiness comes back and our dear Mihawk finds it both endearing and slightly upsetting.
He didn't know you were doing all these jokes more for him than yourself and had no idea about it. But the black-haired man will find it endearing when you will tell him.
Just to make it clearer, it happens almost like the following drabble.
"If I had known you were smiling like that, I would have slaughtered thousands of people already" you state with a smirk on your face. Mihawk just stared at you, his brows furrowing.
"No no. Don't play pretend. I've seen it, my dear" you continued, passing in front of your beloved swordman.
The latter was a little bit shocked and didn't know what to answer. Even though he remained stoic, you noticed his unease. You got closer to him and almost kissed his cheek. Yet, you remembered you were in public and just withdrew before embarrassing Mihawk.
"You wanted to make me smile ?" inquired the latter.
"Yeah. Why not? You look like you're always far away. Even when you're with me. That's why I keep trying to attract your attention towards me" you admit, blushing and your head slightly tilted to the side.
"I... Had no idea. I apologize if you feel like I am ignoring you, my dear" replied Mihawk after a short time and almost as equally flustered as you were, he was just better at concealing it.
You felt him take your hand and raise up to his lips. He just kissed it lightly as he was used to do. You nodded and here was the end of the story. Although, it didn't stop you in your kidding habit.
Ace
Will find it incredible. Like his eyes are glittering with delight. Goes full fanboy about your strength.
Of course, he loves your little tricks. And mostly the ones that aims the others *Marco suddenly feels as if he is called somewhere on the ship's deck*. He always find it really funny as well as the crew who asks you where you find all these ideas.
You would never tell them by the way. You just shrug then walk away.
But you like to make Ace's heart lighter with jokes and he knows this.
Although, once a Navy ship took a liking in saying bullshit to your crew. You didn't even wait for Pops to give an order and by the time he did, all these soldiers were lying on their deck, bathing in their own blood and their body cooling down as nature intended.
Ace was seriously taken aback. Where was his little childish cat who messes around with the people of the crew?
"Hey Y/N... You okay?
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You have just kicked all of their asses in 3 minutes, that's why. You could've left me some by the way!"
"Sorry?"
Ace just hugged you after that and showed off slightly, claiming all loudly "that's mah gurl bitches" or something alike.
All of this to say that Ace is super happy when you're all bold, joking around and just untamed with people. But he also likes that merciless side of you that crushes everything which doesn't go the way you want to. Although, he mostly prefers that smiling and childish side of you even though he accepts you as a whole.
Aokiji
Let's go for our lazy Admiral of the Navy.
When he meets you, you have some reputation among the soldiers for being quite an unconventional servant of the holy Justice.
There are some bottles of milk which apparently exploded in the kitchen, some bubble invasions when the day for laundries came and all the Marine capes went pink instead of the immaculate usual white. All these kinds of small things that brought smiles to the soldiers and made them look just human as much as completely unnerved.
Fortunately, Aokiji has never been touched by such pranks. The pink coats was your most famous joke. Even Sengoku didn't manage to keep his laughter for himself.
In the meantime, you were slowly constructing your legend with that gentle smile of yours always plastered on your face. A smile which made Kuzan fall for you.
One day, Aokiji was required for a mission in some places and you were of the party. Everything was going well until you had to fight random pirates. Nothing strange until then since it was your job.
It turned out to be something else when you literally dashed in the first line and just killed your ennemies without a care in the world. You were a little bit like a bull smashing everything in its way. Your crewmates had barely the time to see the pirates flying lifeless behind you.
The rumor that spread after that was that apparently, the soldiers of your crew just needed to sit on an empty trunk of a tree observing the pirates landing - or more likely royally wallowing - at their feet and applauded while giving you a score of ten out of ten for having masterfully fallen like shit on the ground.
Anyways, all that mattered for Aokiji was if you were okay first. Then, when he noticed a blood stain on your cheek that wasn't yours, he felt relieved. You mercilessly butchered those pirates and you weren't injured.
Aokiji doesn't overly appreciate your habit to just go before anyone in battles and can't say he is 100% for it. Your style is too unstructured. You will get killed if you are not careful and since you are unleashed during this time without any immediate back-up, he will ask you at least to wait to have some soldiers at your side. Losing you is never an option and he can't be always behind you to save that ass of yours he was so fond of.
Katana
Zoro x Reader
It's in the same AU of "Thank you" juston a different timeline. Sorry for the
grammatical error. Like said before English is not my first language.
The first time we all met Mihawk I though I heard his name somewhere but couldn’t remember where. I am put out of my though with a big splash in the water. Zoro is swimming to a little board and got in with the help of Ussop and the guys we had found earlier.
He lied on his back as I stare in shock. It wasn’t the blood, the injury or even his tears falling in his green hair. No, what shocked me was, where are his katana ?
I look around, next to Mihawk are some pieces of two of them but no trace of the white one. I turn where Zoro had fell in the water and it was there still going down, his katana.
Without thinking I jump in the water and swim down to grab his katana. I look up and around me. There is almost no light in there. It’s just been 30 seconds so I swim back up to the surface. Nothing has changed up there apart the fact that Mihawk had returned to his own little boat.
I ignore everyone and go to Zoro and the others. The guys had put their hand on his injury to stop the bleeding. Once with them I put the katana next to Zoro and look more closely to his torso.
Ussop, bring us a clothes and some alcohol.
Zozo smiles.
Good idea i'm thirsty.
I knock on his head.
Not to drink you idiot ! The sea is not something clean. Your injury can be infected. So we need to clean it before it get worse.
Luffy screams.
You go first to Nami. While I finish here.
Ussop gave me what I asked before driving the boat in the direction of Nami. leaving our friend here to help the restaurant.
When you finished gave me the bottle, I'll drink what's left.
I stare at zoro dead in the eyes. Open the bottle. And pour it completly on his torso. He screams in pain as the alcohol burn him. While his friend Yosaku make a cartoonesque face.
Once the bottle is empty he take a big breath before screaming again.
Have you lost your mind !? And here I tough that Luffy was the crazy one.
I give him a mischievous smile and start to cleaning the mess.
I told you. This is for cleaning not drinking. I'll start to think you are an alcoholic.
He mumble something and I laugh. He turn his head and stare at his katana.
I could have get it back myself.
If it's how you say thank you then you're welcome. And no, in your state you couldn't have, plus i'm a really good swimmer.
Some time later Yosaku and I have finished our work on Zoro. I sit on the floor more comfortably and look ahead of me.
That's then I remembered. Mihawk. I heard Shanks speak about him when I was a kid, they're friends. I face palm myself in my head.