One Piece AU/fic prompt where straw hats end up getting deaged and thrown around globe with dadodile.
Luffy ending up at cross guild. Crocodile seeing Luffy as a little kid, first time seeing his son this young and is instantly in overprotective dad mode Buggy gets to close and he's thrown through multiple walls. Man is walking around with little Luffy constantly on his shoulders.
Zoro ends up somehow wondering there and even this little is trying to attack Mihawk who is looking at even feral-er version of his student coughsonscough, kid is basically trying to bite him and Mihawk is looking very proud.
Turns out they're deaged to worst moment of life so basically worst point in tragic backstories.
Cross guild (basically Mihawk and Crocodile) decide plans are to track down remaining straw hats before marines. Buggy is on finding them duty and he is just like what the fuck, surrounded by these traumatized kids and having to be responsible adult and- no wonder your all so crazy what the actual fuck!
He finds Brook and is like 'Oh thank god please take them I am not meant to be a responsible adult oh my god'
All of them end up back at cross guild while trying to figure this out.
All the other pirates are just staring at bunch of kids playing with each other all who look a fucking lot like all of the straw hats...and a man who chilling around who looks a lot the soul king if he was not a skeleton.
Sir Crocodile is just waking around with a kid who looks exactly like straw hat on his shoulders and refuses to acknowledge it.
Bonus Perona has speed over at record time because she wants to see baby Zoro and she needs to tease him so much! Her baby brother is truly baby brother.
Father Mihawk x Daughter Reader (FAMILIAL/PLATONIC)
A young girl fall out of her bed into a world she's not familiar with, not that she was very familiar with her own. She just knows she's lost but she's not able to grasp how lost she truly is.
Her only saving grace is putting her trust in a man with scary eyes and an even scarier home.
Mihawk didn't know he was waking up today and was going to be forced to take care of this strange little girl.
MASTERLIST || PT 2 || PT 3 || Part 4
IMPORTANT INFO BEFORE YOU READ (Or skip this if you want)
Religious Themes Explanation:
The reader is familiar with religious themes, I'm not specific on what religion exactly but she knows themes in the bible, its to help make her stick out from the normal One Piece characters since she's not from this world. One piece had occasionally dabbled in religion themselves, Kuma and the bible, Nami briefly praying in the Skypia arc, Zoro essentially claiming atheism. Im not here to make a religious story nor promote anything and understand this wont apply to everyone but, I'm simply using pre-existing themes in the story to help separate reader from the norm. I wouldn't want anyone avoiding the story because of the wrong idea, this is supposed to revolve around a child reader and Mihawk growing a familial bond.
Relationship Explanation:
I love ships and x readers as much as the next person but I wanted to keep it either implied or just alluded to between curtain characters. The reader obviously will not have anything romantic with anyone since they are portrayed as a child. I hint at Mihawk x Shanks but its mostly Shanks being a bit flirty as his character energy kinda gives off naturally. Unless the relationship is canon, few and far between, there is no real main romance plot. All this aside this may or may not change, I'm still on the fence since I want this to revolve around familial love rather then romantic, but feel free to comment your thoughts.
Thank you for reading this Note and the Fic, I hope you enjoy it, and sorry for the long explanations.
CHAPTER 1 || An egg fell out of the nest
Small, fast footsteps ran on the dirt of Kurigana Island. The sound clashed with the waves falling over the rocky beach, where the sand felt more like jagged stone than grains. There were very few things on his gloomy, partially desolate island that moved as viciously as this small creature dashing through the land. Her socks were scuffed and messy from running over the thorns in the bushes and jumping over puddles. Typically, she found joy in running outside, feeling the sun on her skin, wind in her face, but there was no sun here, nor was there any joy to be had; it was cold and dark. The shadows threatened to steal away your bravery if you stared too long, and they whispered treachery if you listened too intently. The small girl panted, running as fast as she could with all her 5-year-old might. She stumbled and fell, but only whimpered and forced herself back up. There was no time to stay on the floor; she wasn't sure what monster could leap out and drag her away. She clung to her piggy plushie, the one her grandma gave to her as a gift, which had been passed down to her by her grandmother. The girl clutched it close as she sprinted, her lungs burning, but she refused to give up.
She had seen a castle in her endless wandering after waking up in the mud. It felt like she had fallen out of her bed when she was slapped with the wet splat of watery ground instead of the pillowed floors of her home; she was startled. She often dropped out of bed; her parents simply put pillows on the floor next to her, as it was inevitable, almost predictable. But her shoulder was sore from the fall that the attentive care of her guardians should have cushioned. Her eyes shot open when she hit the floor. She gasped slightly, taking in the unfamiliar scenery, and for a moment, she thought she was dreaming. It was reasonable to assume as she sat up, but then she cut her finger on a sharp rock she used to try to stand. Everyone knows you cannot feel real physical pain in a dream. Suddenly, it felt too dark, the trees felt like they had faces, and the wind was blowing harshly and unwelcome to the new intruder. All her mind could tell her was to run, so she did; she was dirty, cold, and a bit moist from the humidity around her, but she had the will to keep rushing. She had seen the huge castle between gaps in the dead trees; she could ask for help there.
Her lungs still burned as her throat closed up. She wheezed and rubbed her eyes as tears built up. She needed to relax; no one was here to give her the medicine she needed for her asthma, but she couldn't bear the thought of getting eaten by a monster. Even as the edges of her vision blurred, she forced herself to keep going. Her determination had brought her to the doors of the vast castle, and with a wheeze, she pushed the door open just enough to slip in before sliding to the floor. The castle was just as gloomy as the outside. It seemed much bigger inside, and perhaps even colder than she had hoped. The sound of the door closing with a loud click echoed down the vast halls. There were a few candles lit around her, but none provided enough light to see more than a few feet in any direction.
Her heart pounded in her ears, and her throat was tight as she struggled to intake air. She held back a sob; she wanted to go home. Everything hurt as she forced herself to try to swallow the saliva that was about to choke her from the buildup. She clutched her pig close and curled up on herself. She forced her eyes closed as she daydreamed of her bed again. She imagined all her toys and the stories she made, and slowly her mind slipped back into that happy place she enjoyed being. Her breath evened out to a rasp as she inhaled the scent of her plushie; it still carried the familiar aroma of home, just enough to make the daydream feel real.
But just when she could almost feel her bed again, footsteps slowly intruded on her escapism, unfamiliar to her; the pattern wasn't someone she could recognize. Her mind had tried to compare and contrast the walking tendency of this new sound, she did know who I could be, still in her daydream, she hoped it was someone she knew before the truth yanked her back to reality when a throat cleared harshly.
The little girl jolted and looked up slowly, clutching her pig closer. She trembled as she met the golden, sharp eyes of the man before her; his eyes felt like they glowed and judged as he loomed over her. Her bottom lip trembled as she met his gaze with watery eyes. He was tall, taller than anyone she knew. Was he bad? She didn't know, but he dressed funny, except she didn't feel like laughing at his outfit while he was staring at her. Slowly, the girl sniffled and coughed from the remaining tickle in her throat, and that broke the silence for Mihawk to tilt his head.
“And what, pray tell,” He tilted his head the other way, squinting a bit, “are you?”
“I'm not a what, I'm a Y/n,” She picked at the thread on her plush to try and soothe herself. “I'm lost.”
Mihawk raised a brow, glancing down at the plushie still dirt-covered and a little worn. She seemed to notice his gaze and held up her plushie, hoping showing it to him would make him less scary to talk to.
“This is Piggy, someone special gave it to me.”
“I'm sure,” Mihawk rolled his eyes slightly.
The last thing he needed was to have a child under his care, let alone in his own home. He wasn't a father for a reason; kids were messy and loud, and he didn't have the time to take care of one, nor the desire. He crossed his arms as he leaned over more.
“I am no caretaker,” He spoke sharply, “You will find no comfort or home here, child.”
“But-”
“You are not my responsibility nor my problem.”
The girl seemed to curl in on herself for that; she rubbed her face with her dirty hand, sniffling again. Y/n hated it when adults got mad at her; she always struggled to understand why, sometimes, it made no sense. Especially now, she didn't break anything or say anything, and he was already scowling at her and telling her she needed to figure it out.
“I just want home, can you help me?” Y/n hated it when people told her no; it always made her feel bad for asking.
Mihawk rubbed his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. A slow grumble left his lips as he finally took a knee to be at her level. He could see the minor cuts and dirt on her face from falling, but he couldn't put his finger on how a child could have gotten on this island, let alone get lost on it. Seeing her look up at him made him close his eyes for a moment to think. Mihawk knew she was essentially helpless; it was a miracle she got to his castle in one piece; he had to give her props for that. He still didn't understand how she could have gotten here unless her guardians were somewhere on the island snooping where they shouldn't and had lost track of her. He opened his eyes again, looking her over. From what he could tell, she was wearing some form of child sleepwear, her feet hardly covered by torn and dirty kiddie socks, likely from her wandering. If she were here with someone, they were horrible caretakers, letting a little child run around this sharp island in nothing but pajamas and socks. Reluctantly, Mihawk stood again and opened a hand to show her to the main room, where she could sit by a fire.
“Fine, come, sit, and quickly,” Mihawk muttered as he nodded for her to go to where he was gesturing. Y/n nodded and jogged with his guidance to find the equivalent of a living room with a fireplace.
“Thank you!” Y/n cheered as she saw the couch. She quickly climbed into it and smiled brightly as she could finally decompress.
Mihawk watched her get comfortable before speaking up. He needed to set group rules. He might not have liked kids much, but he knew it was their first time alive, just like it was his.
“Don't touch anything, don't wander my home, and most of all, stay where I can see you. This castle has many twists and turns, and for someone as small as you, it's best you do not get lost,” He listed the important ones for now, hoping she would at least listen to these if nothing else.
Y/n seemed to nod; she still clutched her plushie close, a slight sign that she was still a bit uncomfortable. That was reasonable; he would not fault her for that.
In the silence that followed, Mihawk hoped someone would come banging on his door asking for the whereabouts of a child they had lost, but given her attire, her demeanor, and even the way she spoke, there might not be someone coming for her anytime soon, but he would wait and hope. He might have been considered a Warlord and the greatest swordsman of the sea, but that gave him no right to leave a child to the dangers of this world. He was poised, not heartless. Still, he hoped she would find her people soon; he had a reputation for unmoving, stoic emotions to maintain, and someone seeing him chaperoning a child would bring his credibility as immovable to the vulnerable down.
Y/n was using the silence to think over everything that had happened. The fear of not understanding what was happening was creeping up on her again; a feeling in her stomach told her this was worse than it seemed, as she already thought it was pretty bad. Her feet hurt, and her stomach was growling, but she didn't know this man. She didn't want to ask for food; he seemed busy thinking about his own things anyway. Y/n picked at her plush. She felt sick, she was lost, and everything here felt so much scarier than she'd ever had to face. She was always told to either stay where she was or find someone in charge to help her when she got lost. But it didn't seem like this man knew what to do with her either; he reminded her of the vampire in Sesame Street. She wonders if he likes numbers too.
Mihawk glanced at his seat and decided to return to what he was initially doing before the interruption. Y/n seemed to look over at him when he moved. She saw the glass and tilted her head. She knew about drinks; she knew there were drinks she couldn't have because they weren't good for her. Mihawk noticed her stare and decided it had been quiet enough between them; he could ask her about where she came from, which might help determine how to move forward.
“From what island do you originate, child?” He took a sip of the wine he had put down earlier
“Um, my home?” Mihawk blinked, then remembered this was a young child he was talking to; he might need to speak a little more simply.
“What's it called, the place you live, where is your home?” Y/n blinked again before biting her bottom lip in thought. She said a name he didn't recognize. Never in any year of his living has he ever heard of an island named that, not even a kingdom. Perhaps a small town, which still didn't explain how she got here.
“Did you arrive on a boat with someone?”
“I've never been on a boat anywhere, wait, does fishing count?” Mihawk furrowed his brows more than usual as he stared her down. He felt the prickle of discomfort as she said she's never been on a boat. That made no logical sense. She had to be on a boat to get here, maybe a ship, hell, even a submarine. How does a child just appear on an island?
“Do you have a devil fruit, little girl?”
“The devil is evil…I'm not allowed to have anything from him.” Mihawk leaned forward a little. She just made less and less sense the more she spoke.
“Not the devil, a devil fruit”
“Is this a bible question? Is it the forbidden apple? Did I get it right?” What in the name of all things good is this girl talking about? Was she sheltered from the world? Why was she clueless about some of the basic principles of the land? Her mind connected to stories of a book few owned anymore, yet she was not familiar with a concept many knew; it was backwards, and it made him squint harder.
“A power girl, do you have a power from a fruit, a fruit you ate?” She giggled at him, smiling up until she saw his face, which was so dire, and he seemed almost to bristle, and she began to shrink back.
“No? Superpowers aren't real, only in stories. Like Spiderman and Superman,” She seemed to look around nervously as if her answer wouldn't satisfy his intense gaze, and she was looking for a way to avoid it. He ignored the examples she gave; he was unfamiliar with them as well.
“How exactly did you get here?”
“I was sleeping in my bed, then I fell, and I woke up here. It's really scary, so I started running, then here I am.” Mihawk stared at her. This was bad; the situation had escalated, there were so many factors as to what was going on, but one of them concerned him the most, and then he stood up and excused himself. He needed to make a call.
“Wait here, and don't move, understand?”
Y/n nodded and watched him move quickly from his spot in his seat, disappearing behind a wall. She felt overwhelmed again, her heart beat so fast, and her head hurt. She curled into her piggy doll, trying to block out the weight in her chest.
During his time at Mihawk's castle, Zoro learned how to comb hairy, how to do make up, skin care and put together female outfit, even how to tell satisfying gossip. Of course he wasn't intrested in that kind of things, but Persona needed company and dragged him arround during her free time and the two of them had "girls night".
After Nami learned this of course she took full advantage of It, asking Zoro to go shopping with her, to combe hers and Robin's hair and so on.
Now Sanji Is jealous and Zoro didn't even realized how inusual it was.
I love Perona, and I think she cuntified Zoro's attitude on some levels.
I think Zoro would never want to rest when he was taining, but Mihawk would force him to rest, so Perona would take him shopping with her. And after their first shopping trip fiasco, she gave him some rules, like if she picked on another bitch he had to back her up.
And I think Zoro took that with him, so whenever a Nami insults some other b, Zoro is there in the back like
-right -busted -she got yo ass -I would leave if I were you hoe -snatched yo wig -period -on cunt - negative aura
And he doesn't even know what half of these mean, but he sometimes says them unconsciously when he hears insults being thrown at someone.
Im sorry, one piece is consuming my mind. New hyper fixation unlocked..
This post is for Hawkeye Mihawk:
Can we just take a moment to appreciate how funny his situation is? Literally reverse adoption. Like, imagine your coworker yeets some kids into your castle, and they won't leave, so now you have a dysfunctional family against your will.
Its been a long shift of being a warlord. You watched the great White Beard and Firefist Ace die in battle, and you get home ready to unwind and brood while drinking wine. You get to your castle and theres an injured idiot running around bleeding on everything and fighting your pets and a spooky ghost girl floating around demanding stuff from you..
I can feel his headache developing in real time. *why are there people in my house????* and I love how Mihawk goes to check on Zoro. *I want these people out of my house, but goddammit what if he dies* and he has to go make sure. He's so perfect for the roll.
One intruder begs on hands and knees for you to help him kill you, and the other is mad you haven't offered her hot chocolate yet and were rude to her stuffed animals. And they bicker like siblings.
🗡"If your worried abt Zoro, go check on him"
👻- :P
🗡 "for the love of God go bandage your brother so he doesn't die"
