hi hiii !!! i finally thought of a scenario (if requests are still open if not then pls ignore :,)) crocodile with wife!reader but she's like the complete opposite of him like super bubbly n sweet. it could be something silly like crocodile reprimanding buggy and she drops by during the cross guild meeting like "hiii you forgot your lunch 😊" in front of everyone LOL (bonus if everyone had no idea he had a wife in the first place)
The Bento Incident
The Cross Guild meeting was already a disaster—until an unexpected visitor walked in and made it infinitely worse… or better, depending on who you ask.
Warnings: humor, domestic fluff, secret wife reveal, Buggy suffering, Mihawk reacting, Daz is lowkey the softest
Word Count: 618
Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Wife!Reader
crossposted on AO3
The Cross Guild meeting was in full swing—and so was Crocodile’s rage.
Buggy was sweating through his face paint. Mihawk looked like he regretted breathing the same air as everyone. And Daz Bones was staring at the ceiling like he was manifesting early retirement.
“I said,” Crocodile growled, cigar clenched between his teeth, “we told the broker in Baltigo to keep the damn schedule. Why are we just now hearing he flipped sides?”
Buggy laughed nervously. “Haha! Funny story—turns out he didn’t like being paid in IOUs and circus coupons!”
Mihawk gave Buggy a sideways glance. “You’re insufferable.”
“Oh come on, I was just trying to save gold!”
“You’re going to save yourself a head, if you’re lucky,” Crocodile snarled.
He stood up from the table so suddenly that Buggy flinched and dropped a whole stack of maps. “I should’ve gutted you when I had the chance. You are singlehandedly compromising every shipment from—”
The doors slammed open with the force of a cannonball.
“Hiiiii~!”
The mood in the room crashed.
You stepped in, beaming, completely oblivious to the war-crime levels of tension in the air. You held up a very sweet-looking bento box, wrapped in sunny yellow fabric. “Sorry to interrupt! You forgot your lunch again, baby!”
Dead. Silence.
You walked straight up to Crocodile—Crocodile, ex-warlord, sand demon, desert king, literal human embodiment of “don’t talk to me”—and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. Right there. In front of the Cross Guild.
Buggy choked on his own tongue. Mihawk blinked twice—an earthquake by his standards. Daz Bones just straight-up dropped his arm, which had been half-turned into a blade.
“I made the cumin rice you like!” you said, gently placing the lunch box into your terrifying husband’s hands. “And the spicy lamb. And your favorite pickles! Oh, and I put a note in, don’t forget to read it!”
Crocodile stared at you.
Stared at the box.
Stared back at you.
“…You barged into my war meeting.”
You just giggled and smoothed out his coat. “You always get cranky when you don’t eat.”
Another stunned pause. Mihawk leaned back slightly in his seat, clearly processing the fact that the deadliest man at the table had just received a forehead kiss with lunch.
Buggy was the first to break.
“YOU HAVE A WIFE?!”
Crocodile didn’t dignify him with a response. He was too busy opening the box.
“She kissed him on the mouth,” Buggy squeaked. “Like it was normal!”
Daz Bones tilted his head slowly. “She seems… nice.”
“She’s sunlight in human form,” Buggy hissed. “He shouldn’t be allowed near her! He’ll sandstorm her or something!”
Crocodile finally looked up. “She’s my wife, Buggy.”
“You never said you had a wife!”
“You never asked.”
Mihawk leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.
“…Are those tiny carrot hearts?”
Everyone paused.
Crocodile glanced down. Sure enough—nestled in the corner of the rice box were five delicately cut carrots, each in the shape of a tiny heart.
There was a beat of silence.
“I love carrot hearts,” Daz Bones said flatly.
Buggy was spiraling. “What the hell is happening. I thought he lived in a sand pit like a lizard—he has a domestic life?! He gets little notes with his lunch!?”
Crocodile calmly lifted the bento, took a bite of the rice, and chewed with the kind of deadly serenity only he could pull off.
“I swear to god,” Buggy muttered, “if there’s a dessert in there I’m gonna explode.”
You popped your head back through the door.
“Oh! And don’t forget your little mochi, I put it in the side pouch!”
Buggy screamed.
Crocodile, smug now, didn’t look up.
He was already going for the mochi.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST! I LOVE WRITING HUMOUR!
This is a request from @nanamixueli66 , here ya go lovee! This is mah first time writin headcanons !!! Enjoi<3!!
Sypnosis~ how would mihawk take care of you during your pregnancy!!
Tw: preg!female!reader, NOT PROOFREADDDD!!!, nothing elseee ehehhe
☆ He would get really protective!
'Ouch! Oww!!' you exclaim as your leg hits the sharp corner of the table and not even a moment later, Mihawk is there, beside you, 'What happened? Where did you get hurt? How did it happen?' he asks, bombarding you with questions. The next day, before you could even bump into the table- wait, there was no table? 'Yeah, I removed it....and some other tables too' Mihawk admits and you stand there with your mouth agape.
☆ He would always whisper sweet things (that made you giggle..?)to your baby bump!
'...And you are and always will be our world and happines- what happened, honey, why are you crying?' he stands up, sitting on the couch beside you as he wipes your tears, 'I'm not..it's just, it's so emotional..' you sob, 'Hey, hey, look at me, let's go get some ice cream, hmm?' he coos, 'Pistachio?' 'Yes, pistachio'
☆ He would massage your feet after you would sit down after walking
'I only stood up-' you burst into laughter as he kneeled down to massage your feet, 'massaging your feet makes the stress go away from them' he remarks as his hands move up to massage your calves and your head tips back as you laugh loudly at how affectionate he gets every time you do literally anything.
A/n: hehehe I hope ya liked itttt, btwww I'm sorry for makin only 3 headcanonssss Heheheheh i didnt have any more ideassss sryyyy btwwww I hope ya Enjoi ittt!!
Ive been listening to Cavetown while reading Found Among The Strays by @rejectedconstellation ! One of the best and worst decisions EVER (i cried. Like. Three times. Also i reread the whole fic three times)
❝The bats have left the bell tower,
the victims have been bled,
red velvet lines the black box...❞
Happy (late) World Goth Day 2026! 🦇
What better way to celebrate the occasion than sharing these wonderful shots I had the pleasure of creating with @vuk.cosphoto for "The Grand Stage: An OP Music Zine Vol. 2"?! 🖤 One Piece x Music was the theme, and how could I choose anything different from Mihawk + Goth/Post-punk? It's just the perfect mix. Check out the project for free here!
I want to see Dracule “Hawkeye” Mihawk cross blades with the most skilled swordsmen and swordswomen in Bleach, with them relying only on their swordsmanship skills.
Ok I know i already made an edit with this song, but come on this fits a yandere Mihawk so well i had to make it before my class!
Also I've been really busy with class lately but I've been working on a lot of Stories on and off and some other stuff, so hopeful I'll beadle to post stuff but hay School comes first!
