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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...

Mihawk x F!Reader x Crocodile

Summary: [Y/n], a doctor from Buggy's crew catches the attention of the two former warlords wanting nothing but to claim her as theirs, and gets railed hard by them.

Warning: Poly relationship, swearing, cock sucking, cunt licking, cock riding.

"Please, spare me! Don't kill me!" Buggy's pleas echoed through the room. Just then, [Y/n] walked in the room when she heard that her friends were having a banquet inside.

Buggy saw [Y/n] and immediately called out her name shifting the two former warlords' attention from him to her. "[Y/n], please help your captain!"

[Y/n] stopped and turned to face her captain who was bawling his eyes out and looked beaten up.

"No," she said with a serious face.

Buggy blinked in confusion, "Huh?"

"I said no," she repeated.

"She refused me twice!" Buggy cried. "Why? I'm your captain!"

"Really? I thought they said they were going to kill you." [Y/n] shrugged.

"[Y/n]? I've never seen her before, clown," Mihawk said.

"She is a doctor in my crew," Buggy answered.

Crocodile narrowed his eyes, "Why would a clown like you have a pretty doctor?" [Y/n] blushed when she heard Crocodile call her pretty.

Buggy shrieked, "It's the truth!" Mihawk sighed and Crocodile threw Buggy's head away and he grunted in pain as his head rolled on the floor.

Buggy's crewmates who were eating happily and having the time of their life shifted their attention to Buggy's head that landed in front of them.

"Oh, captain? Do you want some meat?" Cabiji asked pointing at the plate of meat they were devouring. "You traitors!"

[Y/n] was about to go join her crewmates when Crocodile stopped her.

"[Y/n]," Crocodile patted the empty space between him and Mihawk on the couch they were sitting on. "Sit."

[Y/n] nervously walked towards them and sat on the couch as she was told. She didn't know what they wanted but she hoped she wasn't going to end up like her captain.

Crocodile's hook touched your chin slightly lifting it up to make her look at him, "A pretty little thing like you," his hand went to hold her hips, his finger playing with the waistband of her skirt, slightly stretching it, "shouldn't be with that clown."

Mihawk never took his eyes off her. He watched how she reacted when Crocodile teased her. The red hue painted on her cheeks, her slightly opened mouth, the nervous expression on her face, it was cute.

Mihawk grabbed her head and turned it around so she was facing him instead. He leaned closer to her face, "Stop paying attention to him."

Crocodile smirked, "Are you jealous, Hawk-eye?"

Mihawk glanced at Crocodile, "That's none of your business." His attention shifted back towards you as he leaned down towards you. He placed his hand on your thigh traveling towards the hem of your skirt. His lips grazed against your ear.

[Y/n] tensed up and shivered at Mihawk's actions.

"Your skirt is so short," He whispered in her ear.

[Y/n] quickly leaned back flustered not being able to handle the tension and how the both of them were getting close to her.

"What are you guys doing?" She buried her face in her hands to cover her red face.

They chuckled at this, finding it adorable.

Crocodile leaned back on the couch, puffing out smoke from his cigar and putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Get out! And take that stupid clown captain of yours. I want some privacy," Crocodile shouted referring to Buggy and his crewmates.

"Yes sir!"

"What are you going to do with me?" [Y/n] shyly asked.

Crocodile removed the cigar from his mouth and leaned down. He held her chin before tilting his head to the side and kissing her. [Y/n]'s eyes widened in surprise and soon he pulled away from the kiss.

Mihawk held her cheek and turned her around to face him as he kissed her as well. Mihawk pulled away from the kiss and glared at Crocodile, "She's not yours."

"And she ain't yours either," Crocodile returned his glare.

Mihawk pulled [Y/n] close to him and away from Crocodile to which he narrowed his eyes at Mihawk.

"What are you trying to do, Hawk-eye?"

Mihawk didn't answer him as his arm went to hug her waist while his other hand went to touch her hair making sure her back was facing Crocodile.

"Mihawk?" [Y/n] called out.

Mihawk trailed kisses on her shoulder, his stern gaze never leaving Crocodile, "Your shoulder is exposed." He licked her neck and she shivered.

Mihawk started to suck on her neck and [Y/n] let out a moan. She blushed and placed her hands on his exposed chest, "Mihawk.."

Mihawk pulled away from her neck satisfied when he saw a hickey on her neck. Crocodile groaned in annoyance, "You done?" Mihawk smirked at him in response. He just wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"[Y/n]," Crocodile called out her name making her look at him. "Your captain said you were a doctor, am I right?"

"Yes," she nodded her head. Crocodile grinned at her, "Well, doctor, I've got a problem. Can you help me with that?" He glanced down before looking back at her.

[Y/n]'s face turned red when she saw the big bulge growing from his pants. "Well, that.. um," [Y/n] didn't know what to say and looked away from him.

Crocodile chuckled and patted his lap, "Come here, [Y/n]."

[Y/n] obeyed him and sat on his lap. Crocodile glanced at Mihawk with a cocky smirk on his face. Mihawk blankly stared at them but he knows that Mihawk wants nothing but to fuck [Y/n] senselessly seeing his dick growing hard in his pants.

"We will take turns first, Hawk-eye."

Crocodile slammed his lips onto her and she kissed him back. He shoved his tongue in her mouth as they started making out. Eventually, he pulled away from the kiss to let her breathe.

He squeezed her ass and pulled her off his lap. He changed his position sitting sideways on the couch. He unbuckled his pants and took off his boxers freeing his hard cock.

"Suck it," He demanded and [Y/n] complied. She got on all fours and leaned her head down towards his hard cock. She licked on it to make sure it was coated with her saliva before engulfing it in her mouth.

Crocodile did this on purpose so her ass was facing Mihawk. Just as he thought Mihawk's eyes were hungrily gazing at her ass.

"I see what you're trying to do, Crocodile," Mihawk said before slowly lifting her skirt and pulling down her underwear before fully taking it off. Her wet cunt was exposed. Her juices dripping down her thigh.

Mihawk wasted no time and licked her cunt. [Y/n] moaned and the vibrations pleasure Crocodile even more as he groaned.

Crocodile felt impatient at her slow pace and he grabbed her hair pushing his cock fully in her mouth. [Y/n] gagged and clenched his thighs as she felt tears threatening to come out when his cock hit the back of her throat, bobbing her head at a fast pace.

Mihawk buried his face in her cunt and continued to eat her out, sucking her clit and inserting his tongue inside of her. [Y/n] moaned uncontrollably at the pleasure she was receiving. Crocodile threw his head back and closed his eyes when he felt that familiar sensation. Crocodile pressed her head down and slightly thrust his hips forwards as he released his semen inside her mouth.

Mihawk pulled himself away from her cunt with her cum on his face and [Y/n] removed Crocodile's cock from her mouth. His cum dripping from the corner of her lips. Crocodile grabbed the back of her head and kissed her, tasting his own cum when their tongue entangled.

Crocodile pulled away from the kiss and threw [Y/n] over his shoulder and smacked her ass earning a surprised gasp from her.

"Let's take this to the bed."

How many times had they made her cum? Was it six times? Seven? She lost count. Her mind was hazy. They were driving her to her high. Taking turns to fuck her or just making her pleasure them and her getting pleasured by them at the same time. Her body was covered in their cum.

"Fuck!" Crocodile groaned as he stroked his cock watching [Y/n] riding Mihawk with his hat on and moaning loudly. It was fucking hot and sexy.

[Y/n] bounced up and down on Mihawk's cock, throwing her head back, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolled back as she let out her unstoppable moans.

Mihawk groaned as he held her hips helping her bounce off him while he sucked her nipple, teasingly biting it and slightly pulling it. Mihawk kissed her to which she gladly kissed him back.

"Mihawk!" She moaned his name when she threw her head back in ecstasy feeling herself about to cum again. "I'm cumming again!" Mihawk pulled out his cock when he felt himself feeling the same as her as he stroked his cock cumming on her chest.

"Fuck, [Y/n]! Look at me. Fucking look at me with that same erotic expression and open your fucking mouth," Crocodile grunted.

[Y/n] turned to look at him with her mouth open and her tongue out and it didn't take long for Crocodile to cum over her face.

As [Y/n] was about to collapse from exhaustion, Crocodile caught her carrying her in his arms and walking to the bathroom with Mihawk following from behind. They helped her clean up first before cleaning themselves as well.

They gently placed her on the bed between them and hugged her close to them as they kissed her on the cheeks making her smile at their sweet affection.

"[Y/n], from now on, you belong to us," Crocodile started and Mihawk finished his sentence.

"And we belong to you."

One Piece headcanons (+ GN! Reader)

Main plot : What if Reader gets a private moment with the Shichibukai and maybe a kiss? How and what might happen?

Additional information :

It is based on the first we encountered (Mihawk, Doflamingo, Hancock, Jimbei, Kuma, Crocodile, Moria)

I'm not originated from an English speaking country so my way to write names and facts are probably not the same as yours.

Crocodile

Handsome, f*cking classy man first. (Don't mind me in my little corner fangirling on the ultimate DILF)

Let's settle this now, Crocodile has the ability to express emotions as well as a spoon. As stoic and stiff as his hook. It's part of his charm but he is often unreadable and hard to understand (he's not the only one though)

You never knew if he appreciated you. You were working with him, being the chief of some part of the men recruited by Baroque Works, so you were one of the first to know who your supreme commander was.

Although, Crocodile wasn't a kind man. He was only considerate about the ones he really cared about. Well... At least a bit more

Don't get me wrong. When a job is done even better than what he what he was asking for, he really takes time to utter his appreciation. Crocodile is a man of few words but knows how to congratulate someone.

Yet, with you, the story seems different. He finds you skilled, useful, and obviously a crucial tool in his conspiracy.

Sometimes, after work, you had some private time with Crocodile. This happened more often than we could imagine, and yet, not on a regular basis either.

He felt more relaxed, calm within the silent of his office. Quite the particular atmosphere, I must say.

You weren't always at ease with him. Crocodile wasn't a comfortable host. As if he seeks your presence but not yourself. It led you to wonder if you were a sort of green plant so as to decorate the room.

Your talks were light. Casual. Classic. The principle of secrecy within the organization made you distant with each other. You found topics, or course, but they weren't relevant. As time goes on, the obligated discretion fades away. You both open up slightly, just enough to keep interest alive like a flame.

Do you like cigars ? If you were to turn out to be someone crucial in Crocodile's entourage, you had to know his tastes in cigars. Also, the man is curious about yours. If you don't smoke, it'll also be alright. You must have some guts, rather lungs actually, to smoke those ladder rungs.

In case you'd like them, Crocodile would use it to get closer to you without sounding suspicious and keeping distance. You also might not be a stranger to this tactic either.

Once, after a very long day, Crocodile came next to you while you were peacefully sitting on a couch, and came close to you. You had one of these expensive cigars between your lips and were waiting for the lighter. You didn't expect at all to watch your boss get on the couch and put his hand on your neck, drawing you to him. His lit cigar seemed to transfer his heat, for lack of better words, and smoke appeared.

You blushed heavily. "Or you could have lent me your lighter". Crocodile hummed softly as an answer, "it was more interesting to watch you become a whole mess"

Well... I digress. Though, Crocodile would probably share the smoke of his cigar within your mouth. Leading to a sort of kiss.

Smoke is burning your lungs, you want to cough and release the thick cloud within your chest. Although, Crocodile didn't agree with that. He leans in, bringing you closer. His grip is firm, authoritative. Whether or not you thought you were able to flee from him, your plan is compromised now. You wouldn't escape.

Crocodile's lips are firm, chapped due to the sand. Your body melts and surrender to the Warlord's touch. You look for a place to grasp and hold tight to the reality of the scene. But everything you reach crumbles. Crocodile stops your relentless moves and deepens the kiss. A hurricane devastates your soul and, leaving you as is you were shattered. You refused to realize what has just happen.

"S-sir Crocodile..." you mutter, touching your lips, apparently shocked by the crucifying kiss and the way the man was scrutinizing you indifferently.

The Warlord didn't say anything. No apologies, nothing, you didn't want any of these by the way. But you were so flustered, embarrassed. You may have to say something but no word came to your mind.

Despite the fact you were so embarrassed, a smile crosses your face and lit your eyes.

Crocodile stares at you, waiting patiently for you to regain a clear mind. He doesn't say anything. Eventually, his patience disappears and he turns his back.

"Did the cat get your tongue? Considering how you answered to my kiss, I guess you kinda liked it" he inquires with mugging irony. He knew you were flustered but he demanded an response. He had an idea about what you were thinking. Yet, he wanted you to utter it with clear words.

"I... Well... You... You meant it, right?" you hesitate, fearing it was either all a dream or a joke. The truth would have crushed you.

"What nonsense are you spitting?"

"You are Sir Crocodile, the Warlord, Mr 0, my boss. What am I to you?"

"A partner, a useful one" Responded the man, not even bothering himself to think twice.

You were speechless. Crocodile got closer again and lifted your head with his hook. His burning gaze settled within yours. His moves are gentle, or they seemed to be like it, but firm and still authoritative.

Both of you have a lot to talk about but still, you feel undoubtedly happy knowing your boss likes you this way.

Hancock

Depending on your gender, it might be only slightly easier to have such private moments with your Empress.

In any case, you have been blessed by some god to obtain a glimpse from the lady.

If you're a man, consider yourself lucky. It's a miracle that you were able to cross Hancock's path and get out of it alive.

If you're non binary, I guess it is according to your looks.

If you are a woman, you are probably a Kuja.

Hancock is particularly stiff when it comes to talk with people. She doesn't like them and her being royalty is a perfect means to have the distance she demands.

When she met you, she considered you as if you had no relevance, nothing to yourself that might keep you as a person worthy of her attention.

But you, you fell in love immediately. Not only for her body but also for her voice, her charisma, her strength and everything she is. Within a second, you felt as if you had been marked with white-hot iron. The invisible scar left was driving you insane.

Then, after trying to prove your loyalty by every means possible, Hancock noticed you. Yet, you tried to keep your distance so as to retain Hancock's attention.

If you behave differently from how people act everyday, maybe you could have your chance to make an impression

And... Well... You get it.

Hancock is taken aback, but barely. You raised her interest. You are just out of the rank for her, meaning different from what she's used to.

And then, the Warlord makes of you her personal place of peace and safety within a comfortable unchanging routine. Even though she is so proud that she is certainly not going to admit it

Man, most likely woman or non binary, she would call you to rest upon you as if you were a pillow. Hancock appreciated your warmth and your presence as long as you remained silent. Overbearing? I don't know what you're talking about. Empress orders, Empress obtains. Even more when we are talking about such a woman

Sometimes, Hancock asks her snake to surround you both. The illusion of hug made you smile that managed to echo on the Warlord's face, pale and small as the sun in winter but a smile nonetheless.

Mihawk

Getting a private moment with Mihawk? It might be very simple or very complicated. But since the man is known as being alone all the time, our perception of being in private with him can appear distorted or wrong.

Since the start of One Piece, Mihawk is known for a subversive behavior towards people he may encounter. Shanks's pirates, World Government... We don't really know who he follows. Even though it is understandable that he obeys to a certain level to the latter since he is affiliated to them.

Eventually, I guess the group whose you come from doesn't matter. Whether you are a Navy soldier or a pirate or just a normal person, it doesn't bother Mihawk. It is no importance to him as long as he keeps his beloved quietness and nothing goes too strange.

Even though, creating links around what you have both encountered facilitates a lot your bounding.

But let's get back to our case. Not that the man wouldn't appreciate that events turn out a little funny but he would have probably never said that but he found routine boring now. Something he appreciated before, as well as loneliness, was, from now on, something he didn't like.

You arrived like a fresh wind in a dusty old room where the sun rarely drilled through heavy curtains.

He found your spirit more attractive than others. Different in your own way, nuanced, perfect. Although, he would never admit it. He's like a shell, only opening when he wants to.

You'll have to be patient I guess. Let the man get used to how lively you are.

Time with you is no privilege. He has all of it as he pleases.

Not of the touchy-touchy kind, as it is expected from Mihawk but, sometimes, he likes to take your hand in his while reading. He might draw you closer. You are so far away, sitting on the other side of the couch.

Eventually, all of that privilege thing is a question about how and how quickly you understand each other. It's no bigger deal than that I guess. At least for your case.

You are living, or at least resting for some time, in the same place together. What else could happen between two people when they are alone and get as many possibilities to build a relationship as you do?

Sometimes, you also accompany Mihawk in his trips. Yet, your strength is likely to be the mere variable with that habits you may create.

If you are a weak person, not a warrior or anything, Mihawk will leave you at home where you are safe even though his mansion is no more than a remote area but you know... The biggest danger that might happen here would be the unexpected visit of a redhead with 3 scars on his left eye and some jokes about you staying at his place.

Although, if you can handle yourself in battle, Mihawk may accept more easily to have you with him on his boat.

Ennemies are also something he wouldn't be able to allow you deal with.

Don't mind his overbearing behavior on that point. A lot of people wants him dead and losing you is simply not possible.

Eventually, you spend some quality time with the Warlord. Your relashionship is getting stronger and stronger as time goes on. Both of you share the idea that it's just really nice to have someone else with whom one another is close to, as much as it might be hard to admit.

Jimbei

Jimbei being a Warlord is hard to imagine since the first time we met him he was chained, with Ace, in a jail at Impel Down.

He's not a pirate that attend reunions with the other Warlords for the simple reason that he might be enslaved, I guess. (Shiraoshi vibes here)

Moreover, I don't think he appreciates being linked in any way with the World Government's business, it's just diplomatic somehow.

This being settled, I don't think that a Marine, a human or an agent of the Government can match his tastes.

The best you could hope, if you are part of Navy, WG or anything related, would be friendship from him. For a human being, it might depend. I'd say that if you are ready to have a relashionship, friendship mostly, you'll have to be brave. Racism being the main cause of the resulting fuss.

This being said, you are likely to be a mermaid, a merman or a non-binary creature of the sea.

Though, getting Jimbei's friendship is not that complicated I guess. Show him that you don't hate his kind.

He remains a pirate and a warrior, hence his wariness about people he meets. However, it lasts until your prove your worth.

Jimbei's trust is invaluable, as well as his respect.

Let's get back to the matter at hand.

Getting a private moment with the Warlors is not easy.

He's always far away, probably kicking some asses for Whitebeard or for himself. Moreover, Jimbei surely is never in your vision range everyday. You might not have the possibility to see him for years.

Last time he did something so foolish, people were able to hear you from the royal palace.

(Well... Maybe not that much but everyone knows that Jimbei would have never been able to pretend he was deaf that day, considering how perfectly you made him understand that it wasn't wise for him to forget you)

Being with Jimbei is not always a quiet moment. The Sun Pirates are a cheerful bunch of Fishmen guys that have a lot to tell.

Yet, the atmosphere might be heavy with all the racism that is part of each corner of the Fishmen Island.

Discussions are never totally free. There is a lock on you. As if saying everything would attract upon you a sort of divine punishment.

– this statement is out of the subject but I guess that this lock, for lack of a better word, has sort of exploded when Staw Hats Pirates came on the Fishmen Island. A small glitter of hope to see the sun light managed to be enough it seems – (Fishmen sociology over)

In this context, obtaining some time with Jimbei is so rare, it is almost impossible. As well as getting closer emotionnally, even though it might sound a little bit selfish. The only possible way to obtain something would happen if everyone makes an effort. Either if the Sun Pirates consider you worthy of it, and so leaving Jimbei by excusing themselves and walking away with a smile on their face. Or Jimbei gets himself the space to be able to see you.

Eventually, that works. Jimbei manages to share a little bit of time with you. He appreciates it, since he made a lot for it. It wasn't much but you both enjoyed some private time alone and the thought that it wouldn't happen in a long time made of it a time to cherish and appreciate as a treasure.

Doflamingo

Second biggest DILF here, and a very toxic one.

Man, woman, non-binary, transgender... I guess Doflamingo doesn't care with whom he spends time with. Your origins matter though. Whether or not you are a pirate who came with him, and your rank, or if you are a courtier or a WG-affiliated agent (Navy included in the last option)

Be careful, His Highness is a very busy man. He doesn't have time to dedicate to such a small detail as your little self. Your beloved King must not be bothered, he has a lot of work to attend to.

Getting a bit of time with Doflamingo is tricky. And you'll have to be brave because keeping your own dignity is an intricate task.

If you're too straightforward like busting in his office or being a little bit too clingy is a direct way to be painfully rejected.

Yet, if you don't try to see your Waka-sama because of a lack of audacity and boldness, you will regret it.

Being part of Doflamingo's crew doesn't give you the right to disturb your captain and your King as you please.

A fair middle between these two options is clearly a sort of no man's land, it doesn't really exist. Moreover, Doflamingo making an effort is definitely something you shouldn't even start to consider.

People come for him, not the contrary.

You'll have to play on a sort of psychological level. Doflamingo is known as a sadist. He likes to play with his toys and gets rid of them when tired. He appreciates a good hunt, somehow.

Although, the toy, mostly a human being, might end up broken. The strong grip of this old child is painfully devastating when he literally managed to insinuate his poison within your mind.

The more a prey resists to him the better.

That's the reason why you have to be fearless if you want to keep a stable dignity. – that might also mean that the seduction and the charm Doflamingo is made of doesn't have made you completely drunk and craving for his attention –

You will make yourself heard in the royal palace. Or more precisely, you will get Doflamingo to hear your name.

Regularly, like a rythm on a drum, you will make other courtiers to spread rumors about your behavior in Dressrosa's Royal Court.

Your name, being repeated constantly, will automatically attract Doflamingo's attention, out of an unhealthy curiosity.

He will play along with you, will talk to you so as to pin down your personality. Eventually, it turns out it's a risky bet since the Warlord will use your potential weaknesses, try to know everything so you are not an opponent, just an amusing toy. Your astute resourcefulness being refreshing.

If you are a Navy soldier, your situation might be slightly different since it happens you have to meet frequently enough so as to not raise the Government's attention upon Doflamingo's business.

Why not setting here a premise that a soldier is always devoted, somehow, to a Warlord. Like a link agent.

You know your duty and leaving Doflamingo flirt with you is no part of it.

Depending on how you are serious, the King will tease you first then getting deeper and deeper into your soul.

You definitely can't say that the Warlord is disgusting. Always a killer of style, usually a whole mood, often an unsufferable whimsical child, and yet, handsome as hell.

"As surprising as it sounds, I'm trying to get my job done. Now, for the third time, I'd like a list of the pirate crews which passed by Dressrosa." you uttered, another different way this time. "The World Government doesn't need this data. You're just doing the dirty tasks of some bureaucrats. What do you think about you inviting me to your room?" "Order of my superiors come first, now get your ass on your chair and don't make a more embarrassing fuss than what you are doing of yourself right now"

How harsh your answers might have been didn't matter at all for Doflamingo. He was stubborn in his decision to have some fun, even though it was despite your best intentions.

Eventually, no matter what kind of people you were among courtier, Navy soldier or just someone, you end up within a room, sitting next to Doflamingo.

You feel yourself trapped against a broad, strong chest. The Warlord's intoxicating perfume exhilarating you. He was talking to you, in your ear. He knew you were finally under his whole influence. You couldn't move, not even get a few centimeters away from him. Stoic as if you were carved in marble.

Doflamingo was flirting with you, his arm surrounding your shoulders, a glass of wine on his other hand – if his hand is free he'll use his devil fruit powers over you –. His lukewarm breath brushed your cheek while he tickles your neck. His lips are caressing teasingly your skin but the words coming out of his mouth doesn't have any meaning.

You could imagine but it was pointless. And then, his mouth stick to yours in a languid but cold and overbearing kiss that calls for more.

But beyond that, Doflamingo's sincerity is highly questionable.

Kuma

This character is so forgotten and underrated and yet, we can feel he stands among the most crucial ones of OP.

Yet, it remains understandable that the small number of times we see the gigantic guy leaves place for imagination. You can count his apparitions on the fingers of only one of your hands.

If you are a WG-affiliated agent, a Navy Soldier or a Revolutionary one might lead to several conclusions.

And I think Kuma is more into women. No proof, just gut feeling.

Every possible endings cannot be happy, I'm sorry to say it like this but it's the truth. Except if we get a sort of come - back from the dead of our dear Warlord but we all know that it's not an option.

In that way, being a Navy soldier or any WG-affiliated agent will automatically lead to a failure in the field of getting to know each other better to the point of enjoying some time together, which is the first step.

Moreover, since Kuma is probably the biggest emotional turnip among the Warlords, only getting attention from him is an achievement in itself.

Although, the man spends a lot of time to observe things around him. Even if it doesn't sound like it.

So, you were both in the Revolutionary Army. He was kind of an executive or a manager, somehow. Someone crucial for you all.

Your rank will allow you to get more easily in touch with him. There nothing to say anymore about that side of the issue. Obviously, if you are ranked as well as he is, the chances to be able to talk to him will increase spectacularly.

We don't know, team up against over-confident recruits such as Sabo and Koala might be beneficial.

It would be nice if you had to help Kuma with some of his tasks.

It seemed sometimes that, in the headquarters, tragedies were hanging in the air like heavy gas. It weighted and loomed upon everyone's head.

Like Jimbei with racism, an unhealthy crave of freedom and the necessity of it at all cost was a whole topic. It's mostly the aura of unavoidable sacrifice and imminent death that was uncomfortable, literally screaming somehow "We'll all die to free people from tyranny even if it's not needed anymore"

Yet, not similar to Jimbei, Kuma is a little bit more accessible. Because he actually is more present in the headquarters. Then, you can just pass by with a strong reason to get in touch with him.

Probably won't make an effort for you to encounter.

If you do, it's about paperwork. Some reports about things. It might drift to some revolutionary soldiers' shenanigans but not beyond that.

Though, you perceived several times a timid smile on Kuma's face. It happens rarely but remains a detail that needs to be highlighted. You might bother him in a good way

Finally, it's around a cup of tea that you manage to share some stories. The Warlord doesn't say anything, or barely react. You know that he listens carefully, though.

But time is now counted. Kuma gets slowly away. His gait turns stiff and robotic, his behavior more distant than before. The fragile link between you two broken before its slow construction.

Moria

This character is probably the worst to write headcanons about. I mean, Doflamingo and Crocodile are so easy because you can find ideas easily and in every field possible. For Hancock, Jimbei and Kuma, you need to have a little bit of imagination with informations you have which are not that much. And for Mihawk, you take the same ideas that it has always been made from what we know about him but you change the setting. Making headcanons that are different might lead to be out of character. – "I'm hard to apprehend and I know it" vibe – (this attempt of joke is not related at all to the fact that "I'm sexy and I know it" of LMFAO gets its ten years anniversary in 2022, I'm so old damn)

Moria... Such a tricky character.

Getting time with him. Not an issue. Thriller Bark is large. Zombies run freely, that's definitely scary

Perona the same as always, a psychopath. Even though you wondered if her teddybear wasn't the dreadest one.

Moria would probably receive you in his room. With an abnormal-colored drink, whatever it is, it's not water.

The fact that the Warlord can't cross his legs gives him a nonchalant position on the cushions were he sits.

Self-praise my dear. You won't get to the end of it. Complimenting himself is what the Moria stands for. Annoying and ironically laughable, an intricate mix of emotions that comes out of it.

Discussing with you will become a habit.

Moria, the perfect host he is, will allow you to get comfortable in his mansion. Meaning that Absalom will watch you do whatever you want.

Yeah. If the mansion and all the horrendous surroundings were already a mood. People living here are another.

Good luck to stay sane here, dear Reader. You'll be stuck for a long time since Moria took your shadow.

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.

sleeping separately after an argument pt. 2

SFW

characters: mihawk, crocodile, and buggy x fem! reader summary: how cross guild would react to you sleeping alone after an argument CW: mainly fluff, slight angst others: not proofread, lowercase intended, and pictures found on pinterest

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Dracula Mihawk

mihawk is known for his stoic and composed demeanor. however, an argument that leads to you sleeping in the guest bedroom would shake his calm exterior. mihawk values control and precision, not just on the battlefield but also in his personal life. The argument would leave him feeling a sense of imbalance, disrupting the harmony he strives to maintain.

initially, he would analyze the argument with the same meticulousness he applies to his swordsmanship. he would replay the conversation, seeking to understand your perspective and where he might have gone wrong. he would be restless and his castle, usually a sanctuary of peace, would start to feel unusually empty and cold.

his conclusion? being right wasn't worth you being upset and distant with him. especially not when it meant sleeping alone.

"dear?" his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he enters the room.

"I would save this for the morning, but that would not sleeping in your arms tonight," he says, kneeling beside the bed and lifting you up bridal style. his actions catching you by surprise as you subconsciously wrap your arms around his neck for support.

"you can tear me a new one in the morning," he jokes (something he rarely did), before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as he made his way back to your shared room.

Sir Crocodile

crocodile would initially react to an argument and subsequent separation with a sense of indifference. or at least that's how it looks on the surface. the argument would leave him brooding as he is not one to easily admit fault, and his pride would make it difficult for him to do so immediately.

he would spend the first half of the night in his office, surrounded by the trappings of his power, telling himself that you'd get over it soon.

as the night wore on, your lack of presence would make him realize that you weren't going to get over it soon. and by this point, he has had enough. he would make his way to the guest bedroom. without even bothering to knock, he would burst through the door, staring down your curled-up form. a pang of guilt would run down his spine as he looked at you.

"when are you coming to bed?" his voice rough, a complete contrast to the worry in his eyes and the guilt that he felt. he already knew the answer, so when you don't respond he would just lift you up, throwing you over his shoulder before landing a firm slap on your ass.

"you're mad? fine, be mad, but be mad in our room," he says sternly as he walks back to your shared room.

Buggy the Clown

buggy with his flamboyant and often comical personality would react to an argument with you more dramatically. the idea of you sleeping separately would initially infuriate him causing his pride and insecurities to flare up.

he would spend the initial moments of the separation grumbling and throwing a minor tantrum to anyone who could listen, convinced that he was right (he wasn't). however, as the night wore on, his anger would give way to the loneliness and regret he felt.

he would pace outside you door, muttering to himself as he debates whether to knock or not. not sure if you even wanted to see him after what he has done.

she's probably waiting, arms wide open, for me

or maybe she's packing her bags finally tired of my antics

oh nika i hope it's not that

in the end, he would knock on the door and try putting on a confident front even though he's low-key expecting you to ignore him. so when the door opens, the first thing you are greeted with is a shocked buggy, making another one of his goofy faces. this subconsciously cracks you up unknowingly breaking the ice for him.

"sugar! oh, how i've missed you," he would immediately pull you into a tight hug. and without much of a warning, he would start word-vomiting his apologies.

"i'm so sorry about my actions from earlier sugar and i’m sorry for being so stubborn about it. I understand now that i went too far and that i should’ve acknowledged that instead of arguing with you. but i promise that it won't ever happen again. so please forgive me this once, sugar?"

you don’t have it in you to send him away after all that so instead you would simply pull him into the room before turning and going back to bed this time with him following suit.

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part 1

hi guys! thanks again for reading, this is the second part and honestly the last, for op at least. buggy was surprisingly the easiest to write while mihawk was the hardest TvT. hopefully i did them all justice tho!!

i have a few ideas of what i want to write but if you have any suggestions for plot or character please let me know, i’m open to any ideas :).