i read your dracule stuff and... You just have him so accurate, would it be bad to ask for something soft with him? Like him bandaging your wounds? Seeing your content smile he just gets a little flustered
Or.. Hear me out...you found a cat with his exact mustache. And just can't seem to let it go. (And no you definitely will not make the cat a little dracule cape. Nope nope nah, who would do such a thi- I would I would do such a thing)
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To anon: i responded super late sorry. But hope this was good. In my trend of naming anons i dub thee kitty (you can ask for a different name if this doesn't float your boat) Hope you request more or just send cute headcanons and stuff love to read messages..
Warning: Nothing but fluff || Lights wounds (nothing serious)
Synopsis: When you find a cat that reminded you of the love of your life you immediately rush to shower it with affect but just like your husband the little munchkin doesn't warm up to you immediately.
You were half covered in scratches and bandages. The stinging slits covered in dried blood and you bit your lip as he dabbed them clean.
Mihawk was meticulously cleaning your wounds whilst taking intermittent breaks to glare at the culprit who now lay dormant on your lap. The black munchkin who you'd so affectionately dubbed Yoru (after your darling's famous blade) had warmed up to you, eventually.
After some gentle pets, a learned attempt from when you'd picked him up immediately causing you to end up as you were now. He'd accepted your affection enough to get close. Here you were now. Swinging your legs gently as to not disturb the resting cutie pie you couldn't help but smile.
"You're incredibly cheery for a wounded individual." Looking up at Dracule you giggled at he continued to glare at Yoru.
"I have a new pet shouldn't i be happy?"
"A new pet who hurt you mere seconds after you had him?" Shrugging at his response you brought your hand to his head brushing away the stray hairs which had fallen onto his face. His eyes closed, head leaning towards your hand as he calmed down at your touch.
It was almost adorable how similar they were black hair, cold glare and an affinity to your gentle touch. Plus they were both cute.
"I'm not saying we should get rid of him." Frowning at his words you interrupted.
"Good. Because we're keeping him, I'm already attached."
"Of course. I just mean to say that you should be more careful, a little less forgiving of such. I don't want to see you hurt."
Taking his words into considering you nodded choosing not to argue as he was saying this because he cared.
"Wanna know what I named him" You paused. "Yoru." His softened features immediately soured, his lips just barely jutting into a light pout.
"Why would you do that?" Gently lifting his paws up with a smile on your face you giggled as his claws retracted.
"Because he has sharp claws." Laying him back down. You moved your hands back to Mihawk as he continued to treat you.
"I would never do this to you, you know that right?" Looking up you locked eyes. "I would sooner die a thousands death than cause you pain." The vulnerability in his eyes didn't go unnoticed to you.
The world was big; and it was dangerous. With both your infamous titles you weren't always safe, but as you leaned in and locked lips desperately clinging onto each other until you reluctantly pulled away.
Breathing heavily still clinging for the slightest bit of contact you had your lips brushing ever so slightly. Unwilling to pull away.
You would never feel safer.