Hello! Could I request some jealousy prompt for Mihawk, Shanks and Ace ? Them being jealous! Thank you
I. Jealousy
Mihawk, Shanks, Ace x gn!reader
Summary: He is NOT jealous (he totally is).
Notes: fluff!
A/N: thank you so much for your request anon!! if you 🫵 reading this would like to send in a request I welcome them with open arms!
this is mostly proofread, but mistakes may persist! thanks so much for reading!!
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk dreaded spending time at the Cross Guild, but he hated dragging you into it much, much, much more. On this occasion, however, it could not be helped. You and Mihawk had planned a small trip to an island that made the most delicious seasonal wine unlike any in the world. He had wanted to take you as a gift, planning a small getaway just for the two of you. Halfway there, though, Crocodile called.
“You need to get here, now.”
After a long conversation, or rather debate, on whether or not the matter was truly pressing, Mihawk turned to you and apologized.
“A quick detour, love. You won’t even need to leave the ship, I promise.”
But the meeting of the three heads of the organization was dragging on and you were getting bored. You had never had any issue wandering alone, especially not at the Cross Guild. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself after all, especially against the fools that worked under the 'leadership' of Buggy.
While wandering the halls, you stumbled into the cafeteria, quickly gaining the attention of many of the men.
You had barely made it three steps further into the room before a young man walked up to you with far too much confidence for a man in such a wrinkled shirt.
“Hello, beautiful, you must be lost. Heaven is the other direction.”
You had to physically stop yourself from laughing in the man’s face.
“But maybe you’d like some time on the wild side. What do you say?”
Oh, this man was truly pathetic, huh?
“You must be new here.” Mihawk seemed to appear from the shadows.
The young man instantly went pale as his knees visibly shook.
“I would answer if I were you,” you offered the man a playful smile.
“Y-yes sir.” He looked like he might cry.
Moving slowly forward towards the rookie, Mihawk continued. “Then I will forgive your indiscretion this time, but in the future you would do wise to avoid flirting with my spouse.” Mihawk seemed to tower over the boy. The room had stopped breathing.
“Y-y-yes-s s-sir.”
“Oh, Dracule, don’t be so mean,” you lightly tugged his sleeve to get his attention. “Can we get back to our trip now?”
“Of course, my love.” He sent one last look to the young recruit before meeting your gaze and heading to the door.
As you made it to his ship, you spoke up. “I didn’t know you were the jealous type, dear.”
“I was not jealous." He continued forward before stopping and speaking softly, turning his head to slightly look at you over his shoulder. "You simply do not deserve the flattering of a baffling idiot.”
“Oh, then pray tell. What do I deserve?”
He turned forward again before speaking, “To be worshipped.” With that he stepped onto the ship, ready to be far, far away from here.
Shanks
“A rose for the beauty of the market?” A small boy had come up to you while you were meandering through a village market.
“Awwww, thank you so much!” You responded by taking the flower with a kind smile. The boy offered you a goofy wink before he moved on to offer another market goer a flower. You tucked the flower behind your ear and continued about your shopping, a lovely trip that Shanks was unknowingly generously covering.
Returning to the ship, you made your way to your room, ready to share your haul with Shanks (who especially loved to see you try on clothes just so he could take them off).
“Lovveeeeyyyy, I’m back.” Entering the cabin, you found Shanks sitting at his desk, looking over plans Benn had forced him to finally review.
“Just in time to save me from the hells of paperwork,” he replied with a smirk. As he stood up to meet you, his eyes caught on the flower in your hair. “Sweetheart, where’d you get that flower from?”
You reached up to where his eyes had landed. “Oh, I forgot about it. A sweet young man gave it to me!”
Shank’s face fell. “Yes, how sweet of him.”
“Hey,” you playfully smacked his shoulder, “don’t be like that. He was just being kind.”
Shanks came close and grabbed your hip, pulling you close to whisper, “Oh, I’m sure.” He nipped at your bottom lip, before taking the flower from your hair, spinning it in his fingers, and discarding is on the desk along with his work. “Well, in that case, I can be very kind too.” He pulled you to the bed to spend the night kissing nearly every part of you.
When you woke up you rolled over ready to cuddle into Shanks only to find his spot empty and cold. You rubbed your eyes as you sat up before completely freezing.
You were surrounded by flowers. Every inch of the room was covered in bouquets of various blossoms. You honestly weren’t even sure you could make it to the door. All you could do was shake your head at Shank's antics. Looking over, you saw a note sitting on your bedside table.
Love,
Now you’ll never need to accept a flower from another man again ;)
~ Shanks
Shanks might be a ridiculously jealous man, but he was your jealous man.
Portgas D. Ace
You and Ace were away on a mission, staying in a small town as you gathered information. You had convinced Ace that spending time in town would help the mission; having a lunch date was just a bonus.
As you and Ace sat down at the small restaurant, a waiter came up to take your drink orders.
“I'll have an Ale,” Ace answered quickly.
“And for the angel walking amongst men,” the waiter sent a flirty smirk your way.
“This human will just have water,” you easily joked back. The waiter offered you a soft smile and went on his way.
Ace was already fed up, but he kept it in as you started talking about how cute you found the town. All he could think about was how cute he found you.
As the waiter came back with your drinks he dropped Ace’s off with a clunk, spilling a bit, while placing your drink delicately in front of you. Ace immediately noticed the heart doodled onto the napkin you were drinking from, a frown filling his face.
“What can I get you to eat, dear?” The young man asked.
“We’ll start with some fries and follow up with a new waiter,” Ace said, face showing no sign of humor.
“Ace!” You chastened him with a soft smile before turning back to the waiter. “We’ll have fries for now, thank you.” You emphasized the last two words as you looked back at Ace.
With a “Sure angel,” the waiter walked away.
“What a loser,” Ace spoke under his breath.
“Babe, are you jealous?”
“What? No!”
“Ace,” you laughed, “I promise there is no reason for you to be jealous. I’m sure he’s just trying to get a nice tip.”
“Well, I’m not jealous, so there!" He crossed his arms like a child.
You couldn’t help but giggle, which instantly softened his features as he gazed at you with love.
By the end of the meal, however, the waiter had once again gotten on Ace’s nerves.
“You have a wonderful evening, doll, and I sure hope you come back soon,” the waiter said, sending you a wink as you and Ace stood to leave.
As you went to offer your thanks to the waiter, Ace quickly pulled you close, essentially slamming his lips into yours. The kiss was deep, passionate, and full of the jealousy Ace had sworn he had never had. When you pulled back seeking air, the waiter had turned completely red, coughed, and turned away, practically running away from the scene.
“Yep, Ace,” you patted his shoulder, “totally not jealous at all.”
All Ace could do was send you a goofy smile as you led him out of the restaurant, happy to have shown the waiter (and the whole restaurant) that you were his.
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