𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐢𝐦 𝟐𝟓 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭.

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 (^:

❆ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

❆ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❆ 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝.

Title: How Exciting

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,033

Summary: Mihawk’s wife has some life-altering news that has him on the edge of his seat in an emergency Cross Guild meeting.

Note: This was a request.

Despite having the last fifteen years as proof that her husband would move Heaven and Earth if it meant she was happy, the fear settling into her stomach is making that knowledge difficult to hold on to. She sits at a table in the conference room, her husband on the other end. It’s silent and [Y/N] has chosen to remain expressionless. It’s a blessing and curse to have a partner who can read every minute thing your body does, but right now it’s a curse. She can feel his eyes burning into her, yet hers remain locked on a one-inch scuff next to her hand where she’s been tapping her finger for the past five minutes. It’s the only indication of her nervousness, a trait not common in the typically steadfast woman.

The man, Dracule Mihawk, opens his mouth to inquire about her behavior and why she called an emergency meeting. Before a sound comes out, the conference room doors slam open. [Y/N]’s hand slaps down on the table and Mihawk is somewhat grateful he does not have to continue enduring the endless tapping. What he is not grateful for is the clown taking a seat at the table next to his wife, while their glorified accountant with a hook-hand sits on her other side. His eyes narrow and he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “What is this?”

[Y/N] takes a deep breath and clasps her hands on the table. Crocodile and Buggy look to her, clearly waiting for her to speak first. Mihawk immediately fears the worst. ‘Is she…. leaving me?’ His heart jumps into his throat at the thought. “I’m not leaving you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He breathes a tiny sigh of relief. “Buggy and Croc are only here as witnesses in case of legal retaliation.”

“What are you referring to, [Y/N]?” He is utterly confused and she decides it’s best to put him out of his misery. She locks him in with a hard gaze. The one she usually reserves for foes, however he can see her clench her jaw and hesitate. “There’s a bit of a… situation. One that has the potential to change things going forward.” Crocodile and Buggy’s sights set on Mihawk. His mind is a maze with each direction leading him to a horrible conclusion as to what this all must be about. ‘She is termin-‘ “I’m not terminally ill, Dracule.” He hears the clown mumble a “How do you do that?” under his breath. Mihawk decides the best option is to wait until she’s ready. After exactly thirty-six ticks of the wall clock, [Y/N] speaks.

“I’m seven weeks pregnant.”

His breathing stops, yet he remains narrow-eyed and if [Y/N] didn’t know him so well, it would intimidate her. It’s fortunate she can hold her own against anyone, even him. “And I know you do not want children. You made that very clear. So, I’ve called this meeting to announce my resignation as a member and negotiate the division of our marital assets. Buggy and Crocodile can sign as witnesses of the decision and I’ll file this with the local court.”

Mihawk sits up straight, his brain now catching up. “You think so little of me that one off-hand comment I made fifteen years ago means that your only option when you’re with child is divorce.” It’s not a question. [Y/N] swallows hard, her confident façade beginning to fall. “You have too many responsibilities. To the Cross Guild, to Zoro-“ “[Y/N].”

His chair scrapes as he stands. He rounds the table and Buggy slides his chair out of the way to make space for Mihawk to kneel beside her. Her breaths become deep and trembling and she struggles to hold his steely gaze. “I clearly have failed as a husband if that is your belief. Have I not made my unwavering fidelity and devotion to you clear? Do you not understand that every morning before you wake is spent pondering how I got so lucky to find a partner who not only understands every facet of who I am, but doesn’t seek to change it?” She has a white-knuckle grip on the armrest of her chair and tears brim her eyes at his words. He lays a hand over hers. “[Y/N], I was not in a place all those years ago to have a child. I was young and had no ambition until you came along. We’re now two of the strongest warlords on the four seas. Between your intelligence and my strength, we can handle a child.”

Tears fall over her cheeks and a choked sob escapes her. “I just didn’t want to force you into this, Dracule.” Mihawk sighs through his nose and closes his eyes for a moment. They open once more and settle on her. “I love you, [Y/N]. I am in this just as much as you are.” The woman emits a loud cry and throws her arms around him, allowing herself to slide out of the chair. He’s able to catch her and hold her in his lap. She cries into his shirt and he looks up to his associates. “You two can leave. There is nothing to witness.”

Crocodile takes a puff of his cigar and nods towards the door. This cues Buggy to stand, the hook-handed man doing the same. “We can discuss the new arrangements in due time, Mihawk. Enjoy the pregnancy while it lasts. You’ll miss it later.” Said man is tempted to ask why Crocodile sounds particularly forlorn, but lets it go as he exits. They’re close, but not that close.

[Y/N] pulls her face away from his shoulder and wipes her face with the back of her hand. She’s finished crying, but can’t help but still feel a little daunted by the entire situation. She swallows hard and looks at him while he softly gazes at her and pushes some tear-ridden strands of hair behind her hair. “You’re sure you’re up for this? It’s going to be exhausting, unrelenting, and terrifying, Dracule.” A soft smile pulls at his lips and he holds the side of her face in his hand.

“Then it will be our most exciting adventure yet.”

Note: I have a headcanon that Buggy actually does know when to keep quiet. I’ve also always had this idea of Crocodile having a past lover, but their relationship ending in tragedy. Feel free to request more info or a fic on that. I write more than just Mihawk, ya know.

Title: Graceless

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x fem!reader

Summary: The great warlord stumbling over himself in the presence of a wine shop owner while his two housemates make it worse.

Word count: 1,604

Note: This was requested as a “short story”. I clearly do not acknowledge the word “short” in any way.

The single lightbulb flickering above the mirror is beginning to irritate Dracule Mihawk. He stands above the sink, calloused hands gripping the sides, while he scrutinizes every one of his features. He double checks his hat is straightened, his long open coat sitting just right on his broad shoulders, and that his beard was groomed better than usual that morning. He adjusts Yoru, takes a step back, and moves the feather on his hat one inch to the left. He knows Zoro and Perona are impatiently waiting outside the front doors for him to join them, however he can’t bring himself to care. He has to look absolutely impeccable or this will all be for nothing.

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Title: Be Safe

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x fem!reader

Summary: Mihawk being soft with his wife

Word count: 526

Based on: Person A giving Person B a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Her husband rummaging through their ensuite bathroom is what wakes Y/N up. Although slightly bitter at first, the fog of sleep clears and she remembers the reason for the constant opening and closing of drawers and cabinets. She recalls a mission Mihawk mentioned a few nights ago during dinner. It’s a particularly dangerous one, however Y/N didn’t retain any of the details as she has full faith in her spouse to return safely.

She rolls over to face the bathroom doorway just as Mihawk is turning out the light. Seeing his lover awake, his face softens. “I was trying not to wake you. It’s still early.” Y/N knows he’s right. The sun hasn’t even come out yet and the only source of light is the moon streaming through their window and illuminating her figure on the bed. She releases a yawn and drapes her arm across the edge of the bed, as if reaching for him. “I would be more angry had I not been able to see you off.” The corner of Mihawk’s lip lifted. A movement so minute and yet Y/N is so in tune with him, it makes the corners of hers do the same.

The man kneels at her bedside and looks at her. Oh, how she wishes he could delay his leave and stay in bed with her for days. The way he takes her hand in his more calloused one makes her heart beat faster in her chest. It rams against her ribcage as if screaming for his own heart to stay with it. His fingers dance along her hand before they intertwine with hers and give one hard squeeze. “It’s too cold to get out of bed. I will send word to you as soon as I reach the island.” His wife appreciates the reassuring words, trusting them completely. “Please be safe. I’m not taking care of Perona and Zoro alone.” Mihawk sighs through his nose. “Truly a terrible fate.” Y/N giggles and Mihawk’s smile widens. “Go back to sleep, my heart. I’ll be back before you know it.” His wife’s eyes begin to grow heavy as she nods slowly. “Bring back some of those pastries I like or you’re not being let in.” Her voice is becoming mumbles and Mihawk knows it’s time to let her sleep.

He stands and waits for her to turn over before pulling the blankets up to her shoulders. He bends over her, supporting himself with one hand on the bed. “Duly noted.” Y/N, almost completely asleep, turns her head to peer up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Dracule?” she whispers. “Yes, my love.” Her breathing evens out and he almost thinks she’s asleep. “I love you.” The great warlord, a man who’s stricken fear into an immeasurable amount of people, who has committed countless murders, leans down and places the softest of kisses on her temple. He whispers against her skin and Y/N barely registers it before he gives her hand one last squeeze, picks up his bags, and silently walks out of their room towards the front door of their estate.

“And I, you.”

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❆𝐁𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

❆𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

❆𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

❆𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤

❆𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

❆𝐢 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲/𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

❆𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮