I don't have a good command of English yet. I hope you understand me, and if not, please ignore the request.
Could you do something with Doflamingo, Crocodile, Mihawk, and Shanks? Where they are rejected by the reader or she manages to escape and they don't see her after a long time and it's at a slave auction?
This is my first request, let's see if you understand me.
What Goes Around
Contents: Yan!Doffy, Yan!Crocodile, Yan!Mihawk and Yan!Shanks drabbles of them finding reader who escaped them at a slave auction.
A/N: Paputron a ti tambn te pido disculpas por tardarme putas tanto en escribir esto. Me voy a sincerar y admitir q la neta suelo procurar mucho a mis mutuals y a mis lectores hispanos. Si algun dia quieres volver a pedir algo sientete cn toda confianza y te juro q le voy a echar bolas pa q salga mas rapido. I love chu espero t guste.
more Doffy, Croco and Mihawk content here
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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING AND ESCAPE ATTEMPTS, SLAVE AUCTIONS, YANDERE, STOCKOHOLM SYNDROME-ISH, RESCUING?, WHITE KNIGHTING???
Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo felt stupid.
I mean, how could you have slipped away so easily? Like a little rat, you ran way and he didn't notice until your bedroom was empty and you simply vanished in thin air. He looked for you, God knows he looked for you. He moved heaven and earth to find you, and yet, you were still gone.
But he didn't expect to find you here.
A slave auction is not something he would normally attent. But he was bored, and something told him to go look. To see if he could find anything of value. And oh was that something right. You were there, not as a buyer, as a good. Dressed pretty, looking pretty, everything usual about you. Chain to your neck and pitiful look in your eyes. He chuckles to himself. Before the auction can even start he's already walking over to the auction master and murmuring the largest sum of money he can offer in your name. The greedy bastard accepts without questioning, and you leash and collar are finally where they belong, in his hands.
"Maybe I should keep you like this," He grins, tugging at the chain and making you stumble forward. You tremble, eyes wide and mouth agape as you look at him. "Collared, and ready to blow up if you slip through the cracks again."
"I didn't run," You can't bite your tongue in time, he cocks a brow, still smiling, amused at what you're going to seemingly explain. "I- I was kidnapped. They took me. That's why I'm here, I would neve—" He shuts you up by tugging on the chain again, his large hand trapping your face so he can kiss your lips, long tongue slipping past the resistance of your mouth. He purrs as he speaks.
"You're a terrible liar."
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk felt dull.
Ever since you've been gone everything seems to bore him more than usual. Perona may distract him with her antics every once in a while, as well as Roronoa, but beside that... he feels lonely. He wonders where you are, what you are doing, if you are happy without him. And then he doesn't feel dull, he just feels bitter.
Passing through Shabaody wouldn't usually be his thing, but there was nothing better to do. And he could maybe find something special to replace you, even if he doubts it. Slave auctions are for collectionists of rare species and sadists, he doesn't know what he's doing there. But he stays, to watch the show, to see how many enslaved mermaids are captured this time.
Instead, half way through, he finds a much more pleasant sight.
You.
Chained, collared, and perfectly dressed. He doesn't know what possessed him. In a second he is pointing a blade at the auction master's neck, curtly demanding for your chain. And once he has it in his hands, it's like he's woken up. The collar falls in an instant, and he gathers you in his arms. The world a blurr, only you mattering.
"I shouldn't have ran." You say between sobs and hiccups, he nods.
"I know."
"I'm so sorry." You cry out, holding him tighter. "I was so scared."
"I know." He says again, his grip tightening just enough for you to notice.
You didn't loose the chain, you just ran back to the usual one.
“Red haired” Shanks
Slave auctions have never been Shanks' thing.
It's pitiful, really. To see so many young women chained and collared, sold to the highest bidder. Which usually ment sold to a man who would treat them like disposables, using them then throwing them out like yesterday's gargabe. Thinking about it is gruesome, so he prefers to don't stick his nose where it doesn't belong.
But either way, he's there this time. Because his crew wanted to, and he has frankly nothing better to do. Not after you went away anyways, he should have never let you say no to his proposal, he should've knocked you up and get your ass back inside the ship. Then he would at least have the excuse of sex to miss out on this.
The thought of you is always sour, so much so that he even thinks one of the slaves looks like you. Exact hair, exact eyes, exact same way of trembling and cowering in fear. He looses control once he realizes, Emperors Haki hitting everybody in the room until they pass out, limp, gone.
The chain around your neck loosens, and he catches you in his arms in an instant. The softest kiss is pressed to your hair.
"Not getting away this time, my love."
Sir Crocodile
Crocodile feels furious.
Every little thing is a reminder of your abscense, of the one thing that slipped away from him the second he let his guard down. He should've taken you, he should've never left you with the choice. Instead, now he has to carry the guilt of knowing another man could possess you.
Maybe that's what he needs, something to possess, maybe that is why he is at this stupid slave auction where nothing and nobody can compare to the one thing he desires, you.
No mermaid or mink or any of those things could compare to your beauty and radiance. He is enraged now, he is wasting his time here. He stands up to leave, and freezes in place when he sees you.
The second you make eye contact, he's already turned to sand, mere dust that flies your way and somehow messes with the collar enough for it to fall into little pieces of garbage. He gathers you in his strong arms, lifting you up bridal style.
"You rejected me with this purpose?" He asks, mocking even when his tone is serious.
"N-Not at all." You murmur, shocked, relieved, conflicted.
"Good. Now that you know the graveness of the mistake you made, I'm not letting you tell me no twice."
Mihawks wife? 🥺🫶 Either the cross guild or Perona and Zoro finding out he has a wife and she has sunshine aura! Completely opposite of her stoic husband!
This one was way too cute to let it get lost in the void of my messages. Since we already have the Cross Guild reacting to Crocodile’s Sunshine!Wife (The Bento Incident), I thought it would be a funny change of pace to see how Perona and Zoro might react to her. Enjoy~
Sunlight in the Garden
Warnings: none, just fluff and little sprinkle of humor
Word Count: 800~
Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Sunshine!Reader
crossposted on AO3
Sunlight in the Garden Series
The gardens of Kuraigana Island were not what one expected of the World’s Greatest Swordsman. Gnarled old roses clung to the stone walls, stubbornly alive against wind and storm, and vines crept across the courtyard in tangled green webs. It was a place that seemed carved from shadow and silence.
Which is why Perona nearly screamed when she turned a corner and saw someone humming as they watered a row of stubborn tulips.
The woman wore no black frills or sharp edges, nothing ghostly or severe. Instead she radiated warmth, her laugh as bright as the sun cutting through storm clouds. She bent low, cooing to the flowers as though they were children, and when she noticed Perona, her face lit up.
“Oh! You must be Perona! Mihawk told me you like sweets—I baked a cake this morning, would you like a slice?”
Perona blinked. Then blinked again.
“...Mihawk told you?”
The woman beamed. “Of course. He tells me all sorts of things.”
The laugh that followed was so genuine, so utterly without guile, that Perona felt like she had been doused in glittering sunlight against her will.
Before she could demand answers, Zoro stomped into the courtyard, sweat-soaked from training. He barely noticed them at first, stretching out the stiffness in his shoulders.
“You’re working so hard,” the woman said warmly, already moving to fetch something from a tray on the stone table. She returned with a tall glass, condensation slipping down the sides. “Here—lemonade. You’ll dehydrate out there.”
Zoro accepted it on instinct, tipped it back in a long swallow—and then nearly choked to death when she added, with that same cheerful lilt:
“My husband respects your dedication, you know.”
Zoro sputtered, coughing into his hand. “Husband?!”
“Yes.” She tilted her head, smiling as if it were the simplest truth in the world. “Dracule Mihawk.”
The swordsman froze, lemonade still dripping from his chin. “...Mihawk. Married.”
Perona floated closer, glaring. “I told you she was lying! There’s no way Hawk-Eyes is married. He doesn’t even smile!”
As if summoned by their disbelief, the man himself appeared, silent as ever, from the stone archway. His presence cut through the courtyard like the edge of Yoru itself, and both Zoro and Perona straightened automatically.
Mihawk’s eyes flicked to his wife, then to the glass still in Zoro’s hand. “You’ve met.”
The woman beamed at him. “They’re lovely! Perona was just keeping me company, and Zoro’s working so hard out there—you should’ve seen the swings he was practicing.”
To their combined horror, Mihawk actually softened. Not much, not enough to be obvious—but his golden eyes lingered on her with quiet fondness, and his hand brushed the small of her back as he crossed to take the empty watering can from her grasp. The gesture was casual, intimate in a way that made Zoro feel like he had stumbled into something private.
Perona’s mouth hung open. She pointed an accusing finger. “You—YOU—you’re really his wife?!”
The woman laughed lightly. “I am. Surprising, isn’t it?”
“Shocking!” Perona shouted, little ghosts of disbelief fluttering around her head. “You’re so… so… sunshine-y!”
“And Mihawk is… not?” she asked innocently.
“HE’S A SCARY STATUE WITH EYEBROWS!”
Zoro, still processing, muttered, “I didn’t even think he liked people, let alone…” His words trailed off, his brain short-circuiting.
Mihawk, unbothered, set the watering can aside and plucked up the glass from Zoro’s hand as though the conversation bored him. He turned it between long fingers, then said in that deep, even tone, “You talk too much.”
His wife only smiled up at him, utterly unruffled. “And you love me for it.”
For the first time in his life, Zoro swore he saw Mihawk’s mouth twitch. Not into a smile—heaven forbid—but into something that almost resembled amusement. Then, without a word, Mihawk leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wife’s temple.
The world went silent.
Perona screamed like someone had stabbed her. “WHAT DID I JUST SEE?!”
Zoro’s face heated despite himself, and he turned away sharply, muttering, “Tch. I didn’t need to see that.”
His wife only laughed, resting her hand on Mihawk’s chest with the ease of long habit. “You’ll get used to it.”
“NEVER!” Perona shrieked, flitting dramatically into the air. “I’ll NEVER get used to seeing Hawk-Eyes in love! It’s—it’s horrifying!”
“‘Horrifying’?” Mihawk repeated, tone deceptively flat.
Perona squeaked and darted behind Zoro, using him as a human shield.
Zoro sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “You two are insane.”
But when he risked one more glance, he caught the way Mihawk’s gaze lingered on her—the faint softening in the edges, the silent tether of two opposites bound together. And though he’d never admit it out loud, Zoro thought maybe—just maybe—it made sense after all.
Do you mind writing maybe some headcanons for OP (Law, Sabo, Mihawk, Crocodile?) with adhd reader (prior to or in relationship)?🙏🌷
ꫂ᭪݁ i like to think that law doesn't really mind how often you move, or how often you might get distracted. doesn't mean he'll demean you for how easily you focus on certain things whilst for some you won't. thinks it's cooler when not everyone is the same.
when you two are out and about, he likes to poke at your sides to snap you out of it lol. thinks you look the most adorable when you're caught off-guard. if you want someone to be a living reminder for things you want to do, you can look to your boyfriend (duh)
if ever you start to feel nervous over not doing anything, he makes sure to try and help get you relaxed. as much as he can anyway.
first fell for how easily you came up with solutions :3
ꫂ᭪݁ sabo is very caring, and considerate about you actually. even before the two of you dated, he already noticed things in you that made him realize that you aren't like other people. not that he treats you like you were fragile, no, he treats you that makes you feel seen.
always tells you that you're more than just the things you can't do, makes sure to setup reminders so he knows when to remind you too.
has made you a trinket or two to help you out during meetings, meetups, etcetera. also does the double thinking for you LOL. he's sincerely super patient too.
ꫂ᭪݁ mihawk found your habits amusing at first until he slowly started to fall for them. not to mention how secretly he is understanding of how you think. and from that, he makes sure to adjust his own habits to you too.
he knows that you cannot change what you were born with, never gets mad at you for getting extremely overwhelmed. to your surprise, he actually listens, and listens a lot. he lets you know that he's there all the time. whether or not he can actually help.
often asks if you wanna go roam around with him. doesn't have to be anywhere special.as long as its just you and him.
ꫂ᭪݁ crocodile has only ever arrived on time or kept promises to you. ones that aren't on paper or are dealt with using violence. has only really ever recognized what you do specifically, whether it be big or small, he's always consistent when it comes to you.
so be it that there will be times you get overwhelmed, especially with the environment he's constantly surrounded by, he doesn't mind just being there.
have u ever seen the movie big mama 2? well the youngest kid whos a toddler like to climb up high on stuff and jumps off and lands on the ground with no protection and hes fine freaking people out its Hilarious do u think u can do one where mihawk has a toddler daughter when hes in the cross guild and she basically does what the toddler does climbs high on stuff and jumps down with no injuries it freaks out everyone but she loves it
Jumping Beans Ft Mihawk
A/N It is quite short but honestly nothing big was coming to mind so I figured rather than extended just keep it short and sweet; hope yall like it
Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in Japanese to ensure the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!
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“Hawkeye?” Crocodile questioned, annoyed that the Man had suddenly stopped walking. The small group of subordinates behind them doing the same.
In response, Mihawk just let out a sigh and extended his arm without saying a word.
“What the hell are you doing?” Crocodile questioned, raising an eyebrow at the man’s behavior. He didn’t have to wait long; however, as soon as he finished talking, a small figure could be seen falling down from the rafters above and into Mihawk’s awaiting hands.
Crocodile simply rolled his eyes at the occurrence, turning back to continue his way forward, muttering for his co-worker to come find him after he handled his bratty business; Daz followed right after the man while Mihawk looked at the small form with an unamused gaze.
Dokucha simply laughed, clapping her hands excitedly at the feat she had just accomplished.
“What have I told you regarding this?” Mihawk muttered, eyes narrowing when the toddler simply tilted her head at his question, unsure of how to answer.
“Not to jump from the ceiling.”
“No jump!” Dokucha parroted with a giggle, especially after taking in the horrified looks Galdino and Alvida had on their face after seeing a toddler launching herself from the ceiling.
“There’s no way she’s normal!” Galdino gawked, watching the girl completely unfazed and even ecstatic after going airborne.
“She has have to have a devil fruit,” Alvida agreed, looking at the girl up and down
Hearing this, Mihawk leveled the two with a hardened gaze.
“Is there a problem?”
“N-No, Sir!” Galdino called as he and the rest of the group wisely dispersed from the scene, leaving the father with his wild daughter.
Synopsis: You take pride in gifting something to your lover every year, and this year you're trying something new
Tags/Warnings: Mihawk/GN!Reader, established relationship, fluff, Christmas fic,
Word Count: 931
It wasn’t your first Christmas together, not by a long shot, but every year the holiday season still managed to feel special. Each year, Mihawk insisted that he didn’t need any sort of gift, that just having you was enough for him. Each year, you ignored that entirely and got him something anyway.
This year, you’d taken up a new hobby, and planned to give him something homemade instead. You figure homemade gifts are just that little bit more special. So, with your knitting needles in hand, you began to knit. You had to begin quite far in advance of the holiday, especially since you were planning on picking up extra shifts at work around the holiday itself to be able to afford the extra cost of heating in the cold weather and the gifts you wanted to buy for your loved ones. It wasn’t the largest project, but it felt special because it was the first one that you’d be gifting to another person, and because it was Mihawk you needed it to be perfect. You started over more than once, determined to get it exactly perfect.
It was only once you’d wrapped his gift and slid it beneath the tree on December 18th - because the gifts belong under the tree long before Christmas day, it makes it look pretty - that you were confident you felt good about what you’d created. You were sure he’d love it. Well, he’d love anything you gave him on principle because you were the one to give it to him but that was beside the point. This year, he wouldn’t try to remind you that he didn’t need anything. This year, he was just going to be happy to unwrap your gift, you were determined.
The two of you kept Christmas day casual, that was something you’d learned after the chaos that happened on your first Christmas together. You made sure to see friends and family around the day, but the day itself was reserved for the two of you to spend together. You let yourselves sleep in as a treat, ate a warm breakfast together rather than overnight oats, enjoyed some Christmas music as you cooked and ate. Just a slow start that the two of you could enjoy together, always somehow touching just for the enjoyment of being close. There was only one thing better than slow mornings together and that was in fact a slow Christmas morning. The apartment you shared was beautifully decorated, with the garland you’d had Mihawk fix at the top of the living room doorway with a curtain pole sparkling with the lights you’d added, the mistletoe you’d pinned at the bedroom doorway for fun, the little snowmen you’d insisted on buying last year just because you loved them so much. It was perfect, just what you loved, and Mihawk always indulged you on that.
Finally, you sat together on the sofa, a blanket pulled over both your laps because despite the heating being turned up, the cool outside air was still nipping at your toes. You reached beneath the tree, where half the gifts were already gone, having been given away the day before when you saw friends, and took out the package that you’d wrapped for Mihawk. He took it with an indulgent smile, golden eyes glinting with reflections of the fireplace video you’d put on the TV to make the room feel more cozy.
“How many times-”
“I know. You don’t need anything. But I did something different this year, I’m really excited for you to open it.” You cut him off, reaching over to gently squeeze his hand.
“Alright, darling.” He said on a sigh, but you knew he was nowhere near as exhausted as he pretended to be. You’d overheard him talking to his friend Crocodile about it once - it wasn’t that he disliked recieving gifts, in fact he found it endearing that you were so insistent on getting one for him, he just truly didn’t want for much.
You watched eagerly as he unwrapped the jumper that you’d knit for him, each row perfected to ensure that nothing would be out of place when he unwrapped it. His pale fingers traced over the yarn, admiring the pattern you’d managed to make, then carefully unfolded it to admire the item in its full glory.
“So this is what you were working on so secretively.” He mused, a small amused smile tugging at his lips that told you you’d already won.
“Well, there’s one more part.” You said with a smirk, then reached over to pull another package out from under the tree. You shredded the paper, uncaring for the mess you left behind in your eagerness to reveal the item, then held up an identical, if slightly differently sized, jumper.
“You made two. So we can match?” He asked after eyeing the two jumpers for a moment.
“Do you like them?”
“They’re lovely, darling. Shall we put them on now?”
“Yes!”
The both of you pulled your jumpers on over your pyjamas that you were still wearing, and you pulled Mihawk in quickly to take a quick selfie together to show them off, which you posted to your socials with a simple “happy holidays” as the caption. You padded away after a while, taking a small trash bag of wrapping paper to the door, and when you returned you found Mihawk fiddling with the hem of his new sweater, admiring it.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Not at all. I think this may be the best gift you’ve given yet, my dear.”
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Warnings 𐙚 Toxicity, stupidity, manipulations, Definatly ooc, Fem!reader, mysogony, heavy amount of abuse in doflamingo's, mentions of sex, just generally not good.
Wc 𐙚 298
A/n 𐙚 obivously i dont agree with anything here, its all bad (mostly...some of it is just stupid and silly kinda like zoro and luffy's) also i might delete this one later! ( ^ω^ )
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Zoro wouldn't want a girlfriend or wife or any spouse what so ever because wouldn't see the appeal and feels as if it's "dead weight"
And he doesn't want any relationships in the future either...
And not just relationships but ALL romance, so like no quick hook ups or one night stands. Ever.
there was a quick line back on women island where luffy said "I'm not getting married" after boa mentions being his wife
So once again; he wouldn't want any relationship but not because he thinks it's dead weight, because he REALLY doesn't see the appeall and would rather just be friends
he's not stupid, he knows about sex. But doesn't desire it at all.
Mihawk is a firm believer in the "woman are to be housewives and take care of their husbands"
He doesn't want a wife though and would rather be alone in his castle.
not opposed to sexual things but not seeking it out. He just really doesn't care for it
once again crocodile "woman belong in the kitchen" mindset but 1000x worse
not opposed to beating his wife or being manipulative
though he would buy tons of expensive and lavish gifts for her
doesn't mind one night stands but with his position of fame and power there's not much safety in them, so he'd prefer to have a wife to do that for him
(he's absolutely one of the most mysongonistic men here)
doflamingo has been confirmed to have a romantic relationship with viola.
wants a nice quiet wife that doesn't talk back to HIM but still has enough ego to match his.
Very abusive in a relationship...screaming beating, manipulative, anything you could think of
the relationship he'd look for it 80% sex and 20% you caring for him and him only
Kidd is not actively looking for a partner BUT likes the idea of a attractive women being by his side and flaunting him off
VERY hard to start dating officially but once it happens he'll be bragging about mostly your looks to everyone
Another who doesn't desire much sex but wouldn't mind a hook up every now and then
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-mihawk wake up from his peaceful sleep, he turn around and there his beautiful wife,mihawk sit from his side and kiss his beautiful wife before standing up and start to stretch his body
7:00 AM
- You woke up from a ray of sunshine making you smile you try to hug your husband but apparently he is already up making you pout, you decide to stand up and stretch you body before going to the bathroom
7:20 AM
-washing your body , Brushing your teeth, doing skincare and then changing your clothes
Before going down
7:40 am
- you saw your husband back, reading newspaper with his coffe in his side, you run to him and kiss his cheeks “good morning love” he only hmm while closing his eyes
8:00 am
- you and mihawk are in kitchen eating together while talking some stuff mostly his works or your plan for today
8:40am
- you decide to walk around your garden, while walking around you see some humandrill walking around you smile and wave to them “ good morning!”
10:30am
- you just finish doing garden stuff you decide to walk inside because of heat only to see your handsome husband doing his stuff (cleaning his swords)
11:30am
- you finish cooking lunch, and now you are both taking bath before lunch , “did you already finish training ?” You asked your husband while playing the bubble, he hug you while his head are in top of your head “yeah” you smile and close your eyes
12:20nn
- you are eating with mihawk while talking about your garden he only nod his head while listening carefully, you also talk about shanks and other stuff
1:30pm
- you decide to clean your pantry, you found some near to expire good and you decide to bake while mihawk is reading
3:30pm
- you finish baking and you decide to ready some tea in the garden, you walk around the castle only to see mihawk asleep, you walk to him and take the book covering his face and kissing his lips making him smile and open his eyes
- “yes my love?” He asked “let’s have tea and sweet I bake some” you answer he only nod his head and stand up before following you. He make sure to put his book in the right shelf
3:40pm
- having tea with mihawk and giving cookies to humandrills in the garden is quite nice,you talk about how you made it while your husband just listening while watching your eyes shine
4:30pm
- you finish the tea and clean up the garden you guys decide to walk around the sea
5:30pm
- When you guys got home mihawk just cook some pasta and you ready the wine and the table
6:30pm
- you guys finish the dinner and do your night routine before going back to the living room and there is your fire place, you took the book you are reading last night and continue reading while mihawk also did the same
8:30 pm
- you fell asleep and only mihawk realize it’s already late so he take your book and put a blanket in your body before lifting you up in princess style and take you to your shared room
After putting you in bed mihawk cleaned up the living room before going back in bed and kissing your head “goodnight mi amor” he said before tuning off the light.
Summary: A list of headcanons describing Mihawk's ideal type
Genre: Fluff
CW: None // SFW
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Would go for someone with a more sophisticated streak, the sort of person who can name what all is in his wine cellar, who knows which drinks go in which glasses, could arrange a society soiree (not that he would ever host such a dreadful thing), wears silk pajamas, etc.. If you can expertly arrange the flowers from his garden, dislike loud, unruly crowds, and are more likely to be overdressed than underdressed, you’re probably his type.
In that same vein, he likes it when you use his full name. “Dracule Mihawk.” Something about it sounds right falling from your lips.
Also would want someone intelligent and well-read, the sort of person who will discuss what he reads in the newspaper every morning with him and is content to spend their days in his library, not just browsing but taking stock of what he has and going out to purchase anything he may need.
With that in mind, wants someone who will assess what he may need more generally, too. Is he lacking in any way? This man’s dream date is you telling him his flaws over a bottle of wine so he can rectify them. Low key a masochist.
All that being said, he doesn’t like people who are too out of line. He has a weakness for strays, so someone who’s put together on the surface but has a rougher, more wild side would be his absolute weakness.
He also likes people who are independent, people who can entertain themselves and have their own goals. He wants someone who, upon arriving at his castle, will explore on their own rather than ask him for the grand tour.
He would want a person who isn’t naive. Someone who knows how the world works, possibly even a bit of a cynic, not someone who is going to sugarcoat things and make excuses for corruption (or listens to the excuses the government gives).
I see Mihawk with someone who comes from a good family, the sort of person who possibly attended the One Piece equivalent of finishing school. More than likely, a government employee he met some time after he became a Warlord (or possibly even before, meaning they had an illicit affair while he was still a wanted man). Someone who sees through the World Government and finds the corruption disgusting, but is also not a pirate.
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