Would you be up for writing an oneshot with abandoned baby Dokucha being found by the Cross Guild? Croco and Buggy would probably not care too much at the beginning but quickly warm up to them. Mihawk is the doting and responsible daddy. Croco would love to have the little one on his lap when “disciplining” people, especially Buggy, like “how should daddy Buggy be punished today for screwing up again?” before releasing the Bananawanis. Would totally give them a baby Bananawani, who greatly dislikes Buggy. Dokucha would copy Mihawks behaviour and way of being, Mihawk is sitting on the table having breakfast and reading the newspaper, so will they. Buggy is the one funny daddy and who gets them in trouble and doesn’t think much if it’s safe for Dokucha, like taking them to a heist or so. Imagine how darn cute this would be and the three taking care of them!! 😭🥰
Baby’s Judgement ( Crocodile x gn!child!reader! X Mihawk)
A/N Here we go!!! I always day that :/ always be saying im back but then I disappear for two weeks only to repeat🫣 Listen! Time just escaped me din’t even noticed it had been that long, plan was to do in the plane but I just kind a spent the hours staring into nothingness instead. Anyhow, not sure how to feel about this one so let me know what you think. But also do note that this Dokucha got raised by these mean since they were a baby so as such they share the same morally questionable morals the men have.
Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers
Dividers by @/firefly-graphics and @/drinkthesky
“Croki, where we goin’?” The small toddler wondered as they tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.
“I have something to show you,” he huffed out, pausing slightly so the child could catch up to him.
“in the arium?”
“Aquarium,” he scoffed out.
“Arium?”
He let out a sigh, picking them up a
“K,” he sounded, looking at the child.
“K!”
“Kwe”
“Kwe,” they parroted
“Aquarium” he finished.
“Arium!” They stated, seemingly proud of their ‘accomplishment.’
“You’re hopeless.”
“‘M’ not!”
“Perhaps I should just feed you to the bananawani,” Crocodile mused, a smirk growing on his face as he did
“No!” They cried, hugging his neck tight
“Yes, I’m sure they would enjoy eating a brat for dinner.”
“Wah!! You’re mean!”
“Kuahaha! That’s how the world works, kid,” he laughed, making his way into the underground layer he had built to keep the giant beasts and any unfortunate soul that he and his associate decided to ‘spare’ from a swift death.
“Relax, those bastards wouldn’t do anything to you even if I told them to; they like you,” he called out once his chuckles had died down as he made his way into the shallow area of the aquarium, eventually giving rise to a section littered with sand and illuminated by a skylight place above the area.
The place allowed the huge reptiles to laze around on dry land if they so wanted to, the sand warmed by the sun above a welcome feeling to the crocodiles.
For the following months, however, this place was far from just a place for them to have their daily dose of vitamin D. Instead, it became a highly coveted place, one that the workers were not able to bypass for their usual duties as the bananawani became incredibly devoted to the care of their very own treasure that they were zealous to, thus the small layer although normally occupied by a few of Crocodile’s most trusted subordinates now lay close to empty.
However, the beasts were willing to make a few exceptions to their no-trespassing rule. The first one was the man himself, not only because Crocodile was the one who offered the crocs all the care they needed but also because the man had a new addition to himself as of late.
“Babies!” Dokucha exclaimed happily, running towards said hatchlings with glee.
It turns out that due to Crocodile establishing his dominance over the reptiles from the beginning, they had not only considered the man an extension of themselves but a superior of sorts. As such, the bananawani never reacted aggressively to his presence, this and the fact that Dokucha now lingered next to him, after all, he was in the same position as them: taking care of a young one.
“Croki, look! They have babies!”
“I know, it’s their mating season,” he mumbled as he placed one of his usual cigars in his mouth, looking as the child prattled on to one of the hatchling’s parents about the babies that littered the area.
“Croki” they called, gaining the attention of the man from the lighter on his hand back to the child as they let out a grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the task of igniting the cigar.
“Look!”
Satisfied with the spark leaving the cigar and it’s signature cloud of smoke following, he moved his full attention to the toddler, watching as they hauled up a hatchling.
“They didn’t have a mommy or daddy.”
Crocodile let out a hum at their words.
“That one’s parents died a while ago, a sea beast if I remember right”
“Died?”
“Yes.”
“Who will take care of it?” they frowned, hugging them close, letting out tiny giggles as the Crocodile began giving them small nips.
“Just take it with you; I don’t really care,” he dismissed as he turned around, heading to the large table that decorated the center of the room.
Dokucha grinned looking down at the reptile in his hands with a grin.
“I take care of Baby!” they yelled, spinning the wani around with joy, skidding to a stop at the sound of muffled cries.
“Oi, Brat, come here” he called.
“I’m comin!” they cheered, running towards him with the Bananawani held snuggly in their arms as they climbed into the ex-warlords lap.
“You see that man?” he questioned as he gestured to one of the nearby cells.
“Man?” they mimicked, looking up towards the cell, spotting the source of the cries they had heard coming from a man in one of the otherwise empty cells, his cries muffled by a cloth tied around his head.
“Yes, see, the guy thought it would be a good idea to try and sell us out to the Marines,” he mumbled, a dark smirk growing on his face as he whispered the words to the child, ensuring that his voice remained loud enough for the terrified man to hear.
“What should I do with him?”
“Do with him?”
“Yes, should I feed him to the bananaWanis?” he suggested, his smirk widening at the rise in cries coming from the cells at the suggestion.
“No!” they protested with a pout looking up at Crocodile, much to the relief of the defected pirate.
“That would give the Wani’s a tummy ache!”
“Is that so? What should I do then?”
Dokucha shrugged, playing with the baby bananawani on their lap with a smile.
“Sand?”
The man’s relief previous relief at the thought of being spared dissipated into terror at the pirate’s following words
“Ah, that’s right. You said you wanted more sand for your sandbox, right?’”
“Mmhm”
“Well then, looks like your fates decided,” Crocodile cackled as he activated his devil-fruit
“Kai!”
“There you are; I was looking for you, “Mihawk called, watching them run into the room he sat on, gingerly placing the wine on a nearby table to accept the child jumping towards him.
“What were you doing?” he questioned, positioning them in this lap so he could balance both them and his glass of wine.
“Croki was turning a mean man into sand!” they piped up, raising what looked to be a small sippy cup in excitement.
“Ah. so he finally got rid of that pest,” he stated
“Yeah, and look!” they yelled, pulling out a small satchel from their side and grinning as the bananwani promptly jumped out as soon as they opened the satchel, letting out small chirps as they climbed into their lap.
“I have a baby!”
“Please do tell me why that is a good idea,” Mihawk called, looking over the child’s shoulders.
“I see no harm in them taking care of it; he can watch out for the brat, they can be nasty things even as hatchlings” Crocodile’s voice rings out as he enters the room, taking his place next to MIhawk.
“Besides, they seem to hate the clown as well, and he has been getting too comfortable around the brat lately,” he grunted.
The swordsman lets out a thoughtful hum at the word, seemingly mulling over the idea the devil user had given.
“I doubt a hatchling will be enough to stop that fool from trying to take them away; some lessons just need to be taught personally,” he called, taking a sip from his drink. He raised an eyebrow as the child next to them seemed to imitate his hand’s placement with their own cup.
He gave a small roll of his eyes as he put the wine down as he stood up, picking up the child who was quick to drop his cup in favor of grabbing the bananawani as they were lifted.
“Regardless, it is time for the child to go to bed, so I bid you farewell, for now; I trust I can leave the clown to you?” Mihawk called, looking at Crocodile
“I will,” he easily answered as he let a wisp of smoke escape him.
“If you want to join, you should hurry; I’m not sure he will be conscious if you take too long.”
“Very well,” he called as he walked away.
“But Kai! I’m not tired!” They whined, trying to get out of the man’s grasp
“Enough,” He sternly admonished
I don’t even know how to label the fic as cause it can’t be cross guild cause buggy is only mentioned but im not sure it really is equally crocodile and Mihawk, I think it’s more Crocodile centered 🤷🏽♀️ Also in case theres any confusion the Kai nickname comes from hawkeye, a two year old would hardly pronounce that so its the last vowels that sound the HawKEYE = Kai :D aint that cute?
（ SUMMARY）⸻ since you landed on mihawk island, you have been taking care of perona and zoro all the time. but you have the right to rest. and don't worry, you have three strange souls to takecare of you for once!
（ NOTES）⸻ it's my very first scenario! i'm really happy to share it. i wrote it tonight and i apologize in advance if there are any grammar mistakes, if there are rehearsals,... my head is really messed up. also, note that it's a rather loving relationship between the reader and mihawk, and purely platonic between perona, zoro and the reader!
YOUR LIFE ON THE ISLAND OF KURAIGANA is much fuller than you thought. When you landed here, the gloomy, damp and lifeless atmosphere immediately put you in a dark mood.
You had been sent to this piece of land, like Perona and Zoro, by Bartholomew Kuma. You were badly wounded, far from everything you knew and what made up your life. However, Mihawk had welcomed you without a word, cared for and fed you. Dracule Mihawk, despite his "benevolent" gestures, was cold and paid little attention to anything but his wine, sword and newspapers. He is a cold man, unfit to argue and cynical.
Your rehabilitation was then complicated. You did not like to feel alone in this big mansion, without anyone to talk, exchange and laugh with. You ate your meals alone when you were really bedridden, or with your host in his huge dining room. But the meals took place in a heavy silence, in spite of your polite and shy attempts to engage in conversation.
Despite your injuries, you would often get up to take your mind off things, walking the halls of the huge mansion, mapping every room, every nook and cranny. This mansion holds no secrets for you anymore. Pissed off to hear you wandering like a ghost in its corridors, Mihawk had allowed you to dig through the books in his large library. And even allowed you to sit in the same room to read with him.
Soon two noisy rascals had joined you, bringing to this mansion probably the most activity he had ever received. The first one, Perona, although she was exceptionally annoying, had a kind and gentle, almost childlike background that made you want to protect and cherish her. She greatly preferred your company to Mihawk's and seemed to have great respect for you.
The second was just as complicated. Zoro is an extremely determined man and would never back down to get what he wanted. His faith and love for his crew made him truly endearing and to see that he would be willing to sacrifice his own dream for the sake of his captain earned your respect.
Soon you had no time to breathe. When you were trying to rest on a couch to read, Perona would often disembark to ask you to cook with her, and when it wasn't her, it was Zoro to ask you for help (often asking for directions). You spent your time cooking, taking care of and accompanying these two and soon you had no more time for your own activities.
That day, you had spent the morning watching Zoro train lonely because Mihawk had been away for a few days. You didn't want to leave him alone, and you know that the atmosphere on this island can be very heavy even more so when you are alone. Afterwards, as usual, you had healed his wounds by scolding him for going too hard with his body. Zoro, as his habits, thanked you by mumbling before going directly to train again. Then, Perona had requisitioned you for the whole afternoon, asking you to cook with her. In the end, when the dishes were all being cooked quietly, you had slipped away, leaving Perona in the kitchen, so that you could finally get some rest.
You took the book you were reading and started reading, letting your brain rest while your eyes followed the ink lines. Soon, the smell of the dishes you had made came to caress your nostrils and the smell was already announcing a successful dish. This scent wrapped itself around you, almost erecting a cocoon of well-being around your body. Soon, your brain began to function as if in slow motion, and the book fell out of your hands. Your eyes closed and Morpheus soon took you in his arms.
A little later, a playful and feminine laugh echoed through the hallways as Perona rushed towards you.
She cut herself in her impulse when she found you asleep on the couch. She pouted and prepared to wake you up, desperately wanting to share this moment with you. But she changed her mind, understanding how tired you were and simply decided to keep a piece of every cake you baked together. She cut out a fairly large piece and left it near you on a small table nearby.
Some time later, it was Zoro, who, still lost, landed in the room where you were. As he opened his mouth to ask you, again, for directions, he just saw you sleeping. He doesn't react for a while, before automatically taking the blanket that is lying at your feet on the sofa and covering you with it.
The evenings in the manor are often cold, even icy, and knowing you were discovered in an isolated room was a little bit pinching his heart. After that, Zoro left again to get lost in the maze of the castle, looking for a toilet.
Much later, around midnight, the big main door of the mansion creaked and Mihawk's silhouette was cut out in the opening of the doorway. His ears captured no sound and he frowned. Even at midnight, there was still activity since you had landed here. He silently looked for you in every room where he used to see you and every time he found an unoccupied room, his eyebrows frowned.
Would you have left? Without waiting for his arrival and without saying goodbye? His jaw clenched at these thoughts. He may have been a little inhospitable and cold, but he had strangely quickly gotten used to you, your voice and your smile. And where he didn't appreciate the presence of others, he even enjoyed your company, almost savoring the moments you spent with him. Knowing that you might have left without a trace didn't really appeal to him.
It was when he came across you in this room that his facial features finally relaxed. His heart returned to a normal rhythm. He didn't even realize that his heart rate had gotten a little out of control. He focused on you, and the vision of you wrapped in the blanket, a peaceful smile on your lips, raised his own a little. He saw the plate on the table next to you, probably Perona's work, and wondered if it wasn't Zoro who had covered you because you had an annoying habit of not covering yourself enough, even in this weather. In the end, for once, it was the children who took care of you.
Slowly, Mihawk grabbed the folds of the blanket and put it on the couch. Your body shivered from the lack of heat and Mihawk quickly put one arm under your knees and another under your back before lifting you up. He continued to smile softly as he felt you sticking against him for warmth.
The swordsman took his time to bring you back to the room that was now yours and gently laid you down against your mattress, while bringing the blankets over you. He sat on the bed, detailing your relaxed face with dreams that seemed sweet with your smile. He passed a strand of your hair behind your ear, enjoying its softness. Then his hand came to caress your cheek with his fingertips and his eyes continued to run over the features of your face. Mihawk realized that he hadn't enjoyed the vision you offered him every day enough, because at that moment you seemed sublime to him. But now Mihawk has time on his hands, he wasn't in a hurry, and he will take care to enjoy your presence, character and beauty.
Softly, his lips pressed against your forehead and he comes whispering in your ear :
Hello!! Real quick I just wanna say if you’ve sent a request and I haven’t done it yet, I’m still working on it I promise :) I just got a lot more requests than I expected so I have a bunch in my drafts, they’ll be out soon though! Thank you~~ <3
•Okay so just loves when you hold his hand, like you can only hold one of his fingers but he finds that so adorable. And when you jump up to try to grab his hand, he just bends down and scoops you up in his arms
•Omg I had this vision, bare with me; So it’s the first night katakuri’s sleeping without covering his mouth. He’s still awake and you’re sleeping on his chest then he feels you move around and you reach your hand up and it cups his cheek. He gets super scared and is about to move your hand but then you scoot up a little and place the tiniest lightest softest kiss on his mouth and he MELTS. Now it’s a normal thing you do while you’re cuddling and everytime he just turns red and is ready to propose right then and there
•When he comes home late after a bad day and you’re still waiting up for him so you can go to sleep together, he scolds you but he feels so bad about scolding you because he does the same thing for you and he feels so happy and in love.
•He buys you little gifts like jewelry and/or plushies but they all have something to do with sweets esp. donuts because he hopes they’ll remind you of him while he’s gone. One time he came home after being away for awhile and you were cuddling with this giant donut plush he had found and he just sat on the floor next to you admiring you and blushing briiiiight red.
•He loves when you trace his muscles- when your sitting on his lap and you trace his chest under his vest he MEEEELTS. And when you do it while he’s working and you think he’s not watching, he totally is but he looks away as soon as you look up at him. He just watched you with the softest dorkiest smile under his scarf.
•Kinda had a fangirl moment here sorry
Killer
•Farther into the relationship when you’re really close, he likes to take baths because you always wash his hair and it’s just so soothing and makes him feel so happy and loved. In the bath he either has you sit between his legs and he hugs you to his chest or he lays his head on your chest *squeals*
•Sometimes you trace the scars on his arm, and at first he was really insecure and thought you were judging him, but you explained that you like them and it’s fun to trace them. It makes him feel so much better when your eyes light up when he lets you trace them
•He’s always ready to cuddle or hold you in any way. You’ll come prancing down the hall and he’ll just open his arms because he knows exactly what you want. He likes when you play with his goatee
•He stays with you the whole time you’re in a town, or generally just around other people. He holds your hand or keeps and arm around your shoulder, or he also likes when you hold onto his arm. He’ll also carry you on his back or shoulders. Omg and just imagine you get tired while exploring a new village with the crew and Killer picks you up so that you wrap your legs around his torso and he keeps a hand under your butt holding you up while he holds you closer with his other arm ;-; I just can’t with this beautiful man
•Bakes with you 100% you bake cookies and cakes and pies together that the Kid pirates devour in like 15 minutes. You start messing with him and end up getting ingredients everywhere. Once Killer let a chuckle slip and he could’ve sworn you had a nosebleed and your eyes turned to hearts.
Mihawk
•So everytime you go with him on his boat, he keeps you on his lap and he just feel so powerful like that. Sometimes you’ll sit by his feet or lay there looking like a goddess and he feel manlyyyyy. World’s greatest swordsman x1000
• He’ll buy you flowers and gifts everytime he leaves the island. He’s really good at picking out jewelry for you and he totally buys you matching jewelery. Everytime he comes home he brings a bouquet of flowers for you, imagine you hear him walk through the door and you run down the hallway where he’s waiting for you at the end then you jo into his arms and he catches you with one arm and kisses your forehead then puts you down and hands you the bouquet ;-;
•Some late nights he’ll take you and sit by the fireplace with you in his lap, or you’ll lay with each other by a window where the moonlight shines in. He also likes taking you on late night walks where you just hold hands and talk about your day, or he’ll tell you stories of his adventures.
•He likes to cook with you. I mean he likes cooking for you too, but he has so much fun when the two of you cook together. Your more energetic personality makes him laugh and it brings out a more visibly happy side of him, but he ONLY shows that around you. Imagine baking with him and you smudge flour on his face and he gives you his death glare but then he breaks into a laugh and smears flour back on you end you both end up with flour all over your clothes and the floor but Mihawks grinning so wide and it’s gorgeous
Luffy
•Literally clings to you. Like a monkey. His cuddles are more clinging than cuddling. He’ll wrap his arms and legs around you multiple times and you’ll have to walk everywhere with him hanging onto you. Even when you just sitting you’ll have to be looking over Luffy’s shoulder or you won’t be able to see anything. Squishes his cheek against your cheek ;-; LOVES when you tackle him in hugs and kisses, and when you run up and latch onto him before he can get to you first. Having you be the first to cling onto him makes him so happy and yes he does blush with heart eyes
•He likes to take baths with you. Splash fight always happen and you makes bubble beards on each other. In a more calm mood he’ll hug you to his chest and rest his chin on top of your head, or he’ll nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck
•Kisses, anytime, anywhere. He’ll run onto the deck where you’re hanging out with like Nami and Chopper and Luffy just skips over and plants a huge smooch on your lips then runs away grinning. He’ll call you over to him “Y/N I WANNA KISS” and he doesn’t care who’s there. Nose kisses
•He’ll tell you all of his secrets, like sometimes you’ll be out on the deck of the ship at night and it’s just the two of you clinging to each other, he’ll start telling you stories of his childhood. Hell talk about his dreams and how when he becomes pirate king you’re gonna be the pirate queen
Hello everyone! This is my first time writing about Mihawk and.... believe me I really loved writing for this. This was requested by Mxlk_Hxnei (Wattpad)
Pairing : Mihawk X Reader
Summary : Mihawk Remembers all the childhood moments of you and him. Its fluff! so im sure youll enjoy it!
A/N : I now Love Mihawk more than before after writing for him! He is absolute treasure!
“Mii-Kun!”, you call your boyfriend as he was enjoying his wine. “Lets go out to the nearest shopping island, I’m bored”, you tug his sleeve gently as you make your request. He lets out a sigh and gets up indicating ‘Lets go’. You happily make your way to the door. “How many times did I tell her not to call me Mii-Kun”, he puts on his coat and follows you out.
You both go to the nearby island and see that there are many malls in this place and your eyes turned stars looking at those beautiful clothes, swords and all your favourite stuff. Mainly food.
“SUGOII!”, you exclaimed and went into the mall as you still held your swords man hand. To think that the worlds greatest swords man was following your every step like a puppy was a sight to see. In his defence he was making sure you were protected. He sat in a chair as you tried on new clothes. Then he noticed a little boy and girl walking together. This reminded him of how you both were when you were kids.
“Wahh~~”, you started to cry when you fell down and scraped your knee. Mihawk came towards you and sat beside you. His eyes filled with pure worry and he tried to calm you down but being a person not so good with words he couldn’t say anything. He gently placed his arms around you and cuddled you. Your sobs slowly turned to sniffs and he pulled back. He took his kerchief and tied it around your knee and pulled you up. You took his hand and walked with him. “Mii kun is so kind”, you praised him and his face flushed and he looked down. Because of his behaviour not a single child of your age even talked with him. It wasn’t his fault. He just wasn’t used to talk and smile. You were the only person who talked with him. He only had you.
One day you stood infront of his house and called him. That was the first time a friend actually came to his house. He looked out from his window only to find you smiling brightly at him and waving your two hands at him. He noticed that you were holding two cotton candies and came down to get you. As he came down you offered him one cotton candy and obliged. “Happy Birthday Mii-kun! I had less money so I brought this. It’s sweet, cheap and also delicious. And I need to go now because it’s getting late. Bye!” with that you hugged him and left. Leaving him in the happiest state. He took a bite from the pink cotton candy and his heart began to beat faster. He felt like it was the most delicious sweet he ever ate. Not because of the cotton candy but the way someone remembers him, cared for him to even get him something. His cheeks turned pink lie the candy he was eating. He didn’t knew what this feeling was turning into.
One evening, as usual he was waiting for you in the park but you didn’t come. He got a bit worried and started to head towards the direction of your house. Then he saw you were talking with a guy, he never saw before. He hid and just watched you. You were smiling at that stranger. He didn’t know what to do. ‘Of course who would want to play with the ‘Weird Kid’ of the place? He was lucky that you even played with him till now’, he thought and with that he headed back to his place. But… for some reason he went to the park. There were no one in the park as usual. Because all the kids loved to play in the bigger park. He was all alone now so he felt the park was 10x times emptier when you weren’t with him. He went and sat on the swing. There he remembered how you two would play on the swing and in the sand box. The way you fell down from the seesaw and cried. These all memories flooded back to him and he couldn’t stop his emotions. His tears flowed down his cheek. He didn’t show emotions often but it didn’t mean that he didn’t have them. He silently sobbed and tried to wipe his tears but they wouldn’t stop.
“OH NO WHAT HAPPENED? WHY ARE YOU CRYING?”, he was surprised to listen to your voice. He looked at his side and saw that you were there looking at him with pure worry. He asked, “Why are you here? I thought you wouldn’t come because you had new friends”, he said as he sniffed. He didn’t look at you. He looked down as to hide his tears. But then he felt your arms wrap around him. “I have only one best friend and its you, you idiot! So don’t ever cry”, you declare and he sobbed harder on your shoulder and after a few minutes he of sobbing he finally was able to speak so he said, “You are my only friend. And only best friend and only one for me, so don’t go away”
“Where would I go? I will always be beside you to irritate you. If I go away from you who will make me stop crying whenever I scrap my knee”, you say as you pull back from him and smile. You took his hand and started to walk towards his house. Then as you made sure he wasn’t crying anymore you went back to your house. That night he thought of the incident again. Then he realised how beautiful you looked in the sunset, How he embarrassed himself in front of you, how he felt so sad when you weren’t there… Then it hit him. He didn’t just like you. He had feelings for you.
Oh poor boy tried for years to show his feelings to you but… you being the airhead never even noticed those. Would anyone believe that that the world’s greatest swords man trembled in fear to confess his love? But to his happiness, when he was 19, one day you confessed to him first. Oh boy! How happy he felt that time. He hugged you tight and said yes a hundred times.
(A/N : Dont deny! He is looking Handsome af here too!)
Then he was brought back to present when he felt your hand on his shoulder. “Is everything alright Mii kun?” you ask with a hint of worry in your eyes.
“Nothing. Don’t worry”, he says assuring you. You smile and ask him, “Tell me is this good?” you twirled around and show him your new outfit. His heart skipped a beat when he saw how beautiful you were. He loved it. He smiled and said, “You look beautiful in it” which made your cheeks turn pink and you smiled at him as you thanked him. You loved how he smiled at you. You loved how he cared for you. You loved how much important you were to him. Over all, you love him with all your heart. You were a bit slow but, you did loved him from the start. You both smiled at each other as you continued to check out the other things which interested you.
Hello! I really love your blog! May I request a headcannons about Mihawk, Shanks, and Zoro's reaction to a strong and powerful s/o who has a child for someone so young.
I hope this is what you had in mind, I wasn’t really sure! Enjoy anyway, darling
Mihawk:
- The man is very satisfied and proud every time he sees his s/o fights because they are very strong and he likes that
- And the moment he discovers that they have a child, he understands why they are so strong
- He promises them that he is going to help them protect their child because he can’t just ignore the fact that they are training to protect him
- They are very thankful and with time, the kid is going to see Mihawk as a father figure
Shanks:
- He loves the fact that his lover is powerful because it means that they can take care of themselves
- And the day he knows that they have a child, he is happy, Shanks loves kids and he is getting along pretty well with (Name)’s child
- He immediately takes care of him as if he was his father, this kid is just so cute and so well-educated
- 100% going to show him how to live like a Pirate and (Name) is worried because they know that a pirate life is dangerous
Zoro:
- He is very proud and glad that his s/o is strong, he loves training with them and fighting together
- But he is quite surprised to discover that they have a child because they are very young and they are a pirate
- He has difficulties getting along with the kid because he doesn’t care at all in the beginning
- But the moment the child starts considering him as a sort of father figure, he can’t deny the fact that this child is adorable
Can u do one where mihawk becomes a single father to a baby girl that he got alittle before zoro came to the island can u just show how mihawk would raise her how would persona and zoro would view her mihawk would use zoro as a babysitter sometimes if the nanny is unavailable and zoro would use her to exercise and mihawk find out hes been doing that and basically beats his ass
Like Father like daughter ft Mihawk Perona and Zoro
A/N I like how this one turned out and that idea that you sent in later (im not sure if it’s the same anon, gonna have to ask yall to start labeling yourselves 😅) was such a good idea, I think it’s what gave me the idea to where I wanted the fic to go 👍🏼.
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“Why are we supposed to take care of her?” Zoro grumbled as he rocked the small cradle.
“Because I refuse to have a bunch of baboons take care of such a darling!” Perona cooed, watching the slumbering infant
Dracule Dokucha, the daughter of Dracule Mihawk, when they first realized the existence of the girl, the loud pair had been shocked beyond belief. Such a stoic guy with a baby? Him? The one who slashed boats in half and sank entire fleets simply because his sleep was disturbed was a father?
It had taken a while to digest, but after a while, they had both accepted it as the usual. Despite his reputation, the man was quite a talented father. He was always up to date with the baby’s hygiene and had never been late to a bottle feeding; not to mention that he had a skilled hand for gardening and sending that straight to the kitchen. At ten months old, the infant had already been exposed to a myriad of flavors and would surely grow to have an extravagant palate like her father.
Despite what came out of his mouth, Zoro had a soft spot for children. Not only that, but he had quite the aptitude for dealing with them, something that everyone but him had long since realized. But even he had to admit that Dokucha was quite a unique child. Young as she was, she was as stubborn as his father. She had one hell of a personality, and he had seen it firsthand.
“Oh! She’s waking up!” Perona cheered, peaking closer as the baby began to fidget, her eyelids growing tighter before they finally opened, seemingly spooked by the proximity of the pink-haired girl and started crying. Loudly.
“You idiot! You scared her,” Zoro hissed as he picked up the girl, hoping to cease the loud wailing.
“Don’t call me an idiot!” She gaped
Zoro rolled his eyes, holding his retort as he turned his attention to the wailing baby and began to try to sway her back to sleep. After a few minutes, he had managed to calm the wailing, but she was still one very unhappy baby. Perhaps it was retribution for such a rude awakening, just like her father, or maybe it was just baby instincts that drove her to reach for the closest thing she could grab onto: Zoro’s hair.
“Gah! For being a baby, you have one hell of a grip!” He cried as he tried to escape her grip
“Bah! Bah! Bah,” Dokucha angrily babbled, tightening her tiny fists and beginning to pull.
“Why you little-
“Ha! That’s what you get for being such an uncute brute!” Perona cackled, swooping in and taking hold of the baby; yet Dokucha gave her the same treatment she had given the swordsman, causing the Devil-fruit user to let out a yelp as she released the girl attempting to escape her grip.
“Watch out!” Zoro called, jumping to catch the falling baby, letting out a sigh as she landed safely in his arms. Straightening up, he sat cross-legged on the grass and brought her closer to his lap, watching hesitantly for any move she would make. But it seemed the baby had been satisfied with the punishment she had delivered earlier as she made herself comfortable, an angry pout still on her face.
“Bah-dah-bah! Gah goo bah!” she rambled, pointing in the direction of the ghost girl. Aggressively waving her arm, she continued to lay it on the ghost girl.
“Agh!” Perona cried, horrified that the girl had grown angry at her as she landed.
“Here!” she called, pulling out a small piece of bread and offering it to the infant.
Upon seeing the small treat, Dokucha paused her ramblings, crawling over and out of Zoro’s shakily toddling her way to Perona until she was close enough to snatch the small treat from her.
“So we’re good?” Perona asked hopefully
“Dah,” the baby replied happily, munching on the bread.
“Ah!” Perona exclaimed, lighting up. Perona called, scooping the girl into her arms and elevating both of them into the air as she spun her around. A grin left her as the baby let out screams of delight.
It didn’t come as a surprise when the Ghost Princess had grown enamored with the young girl, after all, what’s better than a cute stuffed teddy bear? A baby! She was not a fan of the care behind having to take care of a baby, but being able to dress up such a cute thing in anything she wished? Well, that made up for all the other extra tasks that came with Dokucha. From frilly dresses to adorable bear onesies, the baby did not fall short on outfits when the self-appointed Aunt Perona came into the picture.
“Seriously?! All you need is a piece of bread, and you forget she almost dropped you?!” Zoro was accused, baffled, staring at the giggling girls.
“As if you’re one to talk!” Perona exclaimed, diving in front of the man, a manicured hand accusingly pointing at him.
“Did you forget who was the one who took her for your barbaric training, I bet you were using her for some of that stupid training!” She screeched
“Bah gah!” Dokucha agreed
“I needed to continue my training! She was perfectly safe. And why are you complaining?! You slept through the whole thing!” He excused, gaping at the audacity of both girls.
“Dah-gah!”
“You-
“So this is what the two of you are up to when you watch my daughter?” An unamused voice cut in, causing the blood to drain from the squabbling pair, and a gleeful string of babbles from the youngest.
“Ah!” Perona yelped as the infant began struggling in her arms which urged her to place her on the ground watching as she happily crawled to the warlord who scooped her from the ground, a pleased look on his face as he put her on his hip; gaze lifting towards the frozen pair who flinched at the sharp look the man sent their way.
“Now then, it seems you two need a reminder on how a baby is cared for appropriately.”
Mihawk let out a sigh. Not too long ago, he had been aroused from his sleep by his girl's gentle babbling. He had thought that she had simply woken up for a short time and would go back to sleep momentarily. After all, she wasn’t fussing, and this was quite normal. However, this time, it seemed she had no intention of going back to sleep.
With this realization, he removed himself from the bed and approached the small cradle in the room, looking at the girl with an unamused frown, at which she giggled and reached up for him.
“I believe I am allowing you too much time with those two; you didn’t fuss like this before,” he called, picking her up.
“Pa! Bah-Gah!” She babbled back
“You are going to grow up to be quite the hassle, you know?” He said as he slowly made his way to the living room.
“Mah?”
“Yes, you.”
“Gah-boo! Eeey!” she replied, and if he didn’t know any better, he would have said she sounded almost offended.
“Come on, I am certain I can prepare something for us to eat. You are most definitely not going to sleep, and I can already tell you will not allow me to either,” he said, rolling his eyes as she babbled happily in what seemed to be unabashed agreement.
Up next is Trans Dokucha with Whitebeard, I do have to do a but of research and beta reading for that one 🤔
If you could just make a new one where mihawk has a daughter who's like 4 years old and just show how mihawk would raise her amd how Crocodile and buggy would view her as well not too much fluff as I don't see them like doing tea party with her but I feel like Crocodile would have like a small soft spot for her letting her play with the animals he has which shes obsessed with she would probably follow buggy as she likes clowns but buggy would avoid her cause mihawk threaten him to not interact with her at all as he doesn't want her to be influenced by him
Striped Gifts ft Mihawk and Crocodile
A/N okay! I think I got it this time! Hopefully this was closer to what you wanted than my previous two attempts, I wasn’t sure of it at first but I kinda like it now, what do you think anon? Let me know!
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“For me?” Dokucha questioned, looking up at the gift neatly placed on the sofa. She glanced at the man sitting beside it.
“It is your birthday, is it not?” Crocodile grumbled, letting out a string of smoke as he glanced down at the small girl.
“Mmhm” she mumbles in a daze, as she looked at her father, looking for confirmation; a grin growing on her face as the latter nodded his head.
“What is it, Cruncle?” She questioned as she approached the decently sized box, standing on her tippy toes to properly examine the box.
“Call me that again, and you won’t find out,” he called, scowl deepening and eyes rolling as Mihawk gave him a sharp look of his own.
“Okey~!” She answered, ignoring his words and happily opening the box, gasping as she did, eyes twinkling in delight at the blue tiger staring back at her. It was quite the animal, with two big teeth poking out of their mouth, another tail, and extra pair of legs adding to the strangeness of the animal.
“Tiger!” She cheered
“It’s a blue tiger, Papa!” She repeated as she lifted the large feline out of the box, only to fall back at the unexpected weight of the animal.
“Oof!” She whined, soon turning into giggles as the tiger began licking her soon after he fell with her.
“Crocodile. Explain,” Mihawk called. Any spectator would not recognize any change to the swordsman’s monotone voice, but both his coworker and daughter knew him enough to notice the slight change in his tone, which took a slightly threatening tone, much to the Sand-user’s amusement.
“Relax, Hawkeye; Toramatas are quite the loyal creatures. Especially when grown from cubs, not to mention that they are incredibly ferocious in the name of protecting their owners.” He hummed, a smirk growing, throwing His co-worker a knowing glance, more than aware that those words alone were enough to plant the seed that would convince the man.
Despite what Crocodile said on a daily basis when it came to the girl, he had grown quite attached to her and became protective of her. However, not only was he not the ideal man when it came to showing the traditional affection that someone would give a child, He would show it in his own way, ensuring to take care of anyone who would threaten her. His gruff words and teasings were quite extreme from an outsider’s point of view, but many of his co-workers saw the way he would make an effort to appear just a little less threatening and intimidating when interacting with the girl, even when these efforts were far from being loving. But the girl gladly accepted the , used to the tough love a man like him would offer; after all, her own father was not much different from him.
“Is that so?” the gold-eyed man hummed, still apprehensive of such a creature being close to his daughter.
“Papa! Look! Please, let’s keep him!” Dokucha exclaimed, giggling as the feline threw them on their backs and began parading them around, leaving strings of giggles behind them.
Hawkeye sighed. He was not known for being a tender person, and this did not change even to his own kin; although it was true that he let his own get away with much more than a normal person would, he was still quite the stern parent, and he was not easily swayed even by her. However, that is not to say that he was not above giving her the care and love she often needed and he did have to leave her behind on some occasions, it would be good for her to have a steady companion who was not some lackey of the two warlords, so in the end, he decided to allow the tiger-like creature to remain.
“They are quite smart as well, one of the sharpest animals you will find; I took the liberty to train him to be alert against certain people like the Marines and that damn clown. The rest will depend on the brat’s likes and dislikes and the own instinct of the furball,” Crocodile added
“Very well,” the swordsman replied, sharp eyes following the two youngsters running around the room and playing with each other.
“Dokucha,” he called, gesturing the kid closer when he had gotten her attention; the toramata easily understanding the expectation and approaching.
“I will allow you to keep him, but you will have to care for him; if you require assistance, you may ask, but I expect you to cover his necessities. Got it?”
“Yes! Papa!” Dokucha promised hugging the six legged creature tightly, another string of giggles leaving her as The toramata purred at the contact, nudging himself closer to the four-year old.
“Thank you Uncle Crocodile!” Pulling herself off the mammal and throwing herself on the devil-fruit user, much to his dismay.
“Now then, What will you name him?” Mihawk questioned picking up his glass of wine, gulping down the last remainder of the liquid.
“Buggy!!” She exclaimed, tilting his head confused and worriedly. The sound of glass chattering immediately received the words; the cup in her father’s hands was now shattered.
“I will kill him.”
What we thinking? 👀 Think I got JJk request planned next followed by another Fairy tail one and then another one piece request!
I guess the same thing i mentioned before but a different scenario
Anticlimatic Secrets ft Crossguild
A/N Ahhh Here we go!! Almost thought I woulden’t make it for today but here we are! We got some actually Uncle buggy time in this one! Finally got an idea on how to include him \0/. Hopefully this one is what you were looking for!
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Dokucha let out a sigh. They had once again successfully avoided their father. He was powerful beyond belief, but if he was the strongest, then his child was the sneakiest, something they juiced every time, especially during hard times like these.
It had been a week of narrowly avoiding and escaping their father. He was a busy man so it wasen't hard to play it off as the reason why they sudenly din't have much time together but their father was many things and naive was not one of them. Regardless of how busy Mihawk was, he had now begun to notice the quick exits the child would make, the excuses that would leave their mouth as soon as the two would have a moment together, the convenient chores that popped up when the man had found free time to spend with them.
When he began noticing the behavior, he let it go on, with nothing more than glances and raised brows, but they knew more than anyone that his father had no patience for such things, which meant that now their father had realized that they would not talk unless confronted. Dokucha had the upper hand when it came to avoiding the man, what with their small size, a fruit built for agility, a presence easy to hide, and an overall talent for sneaking in and out without being seen.
However, Dokucha had not considered his influence over those around him, whom he could easily convince to aid him with a minor inconvenience, such as a runaway child.
"Hello, Uncle Daz!" Dokucha cheered, gleefully approaching the man, who responded by simply giving them a court nod.
"I brought Cruncle the papers he was looking for!" they exclaimed, lifting the stack up for the man to see. The man, hearing this, couldn't help the small quirk of his mouth at the sound of the nickname the boss highly frowned upon.
"He should be right inside Little Tempest," he replied, gesturing to the office
"Thank you, Dazzy!" they called, making their way inside of the office and skipping to the brooding man inside,
"Hi, Cruncle!"
"Don't call me that," he responded promptly, lifting his gaze slightly to glare at the small child. He rolled his eyes as they just threw him a grin, allowing their fruit to activate and lifting themselves off the floor as they placed the paper on his desk.
“Why not!”
“Because I said so,” he deadpanned, pulling out one of his cigars and placing it in his mouth
“Puff,” he added after he had ignited the cigar
“I‘m not a puff!!” They protested
“My winds are way stronger than a little puff; I’m a hurricane! I bet they can blow your… your… your stupid sand away!”
“I can find much worse if you keep calling me that name.”
“Fine!”
“Glad we could come to an understanding.”
“Did you need something else?” they snapped, examining the different objects on display, from the highly valuable to the questioningly macabre.
“I don’t, but he does,” he mused, putting his full attention on the child as he willed his sands to blast full force into the doorway, effectively blocking it.
At the action, Dokucha flinched, looking around in alarm, spotting the one person they were hoping to avoid as Mihawk leisurely walked from who knows where and closer to the floating child.
“D-Dad!” They greeted with forced enthusiasm.
“You have been avoiding me.” He stated, not one, to beat around the bush
“I don’t know what you mean,” they laughed off, backing away slightly, getting closer and closer to the blocked-off door, their only hope of escape.
“Is that so? If memory serves correctly, you missed your usual sword lessons yesterday, not to mention that you always have collected daily tasks from me.”
“Ahaha! Well, I was just feeling a tad tired, and I figured I would bond some more with Crun—Uncle Crocodile!” They pushed out, ignoring the unamused look the man gave them.
“Is that so? Then I’m sure the target practice you were doing with the clown earlier occurred before your sudden fatigue.”
“Ah! I actually have to go do something for Uncle Crocodile-
“No, you don’t,” Crocodile cut in
“So I have to go,” they rambled, turning around and easily making their body whisp like enough so they could easily slip by the barrier of sand and make a getaway.
The two men stood there for a few minutes until the swordsman let out a sigh, turning to the devil-fruit user. He knew that their child had many abilities granted by their devil fruit, including the usual logia transformation. However, even this form would not allow them to simply go by a fellow devil-fruit user, especially when the latter was skilled enough to have been named a warlord.
“Is there a particular reason why you allowed them to leave?”
“I do find your struggles quite entertaining; who would have thought, the mighty Hawkeye bested by a six-year-old?” Crocodile chuckled, watching as Mihawk turned away, annoyed, and simply walked away.
“That was close,” Dokucha muttered, attempting to catch their breath, looking around where they ended up, and recognizing the tent to be that of the clown.
“Oh, it’s you windwhelp,” Buggy huffed
“Uncle Buggy-Sensei!” they cheered. Despite their father’s obvious disdain for the man, Dokucha had grown quite attached to the eccentric emperor.
“Hah?! What do you mean, sensei!” He exclaimed, confused, his body coming apart in shock. As much as he played it off, much like his ‘coworkers’, he had grown a soft spot for the child, especially when said child was smart enough to understand his circumstances.
“Well, you’re teaching me how to aim better, right?
“I ‘m no-you know what it doesn’t matter!” he screamed, taking hold of the child and taking off, ignoring their attempts to escape.
“Don’t bother; the outside of the gloves have seastone in them,” Buggy explained as he noticed Dokucha attempting to enter their logia form.
“W-where are we going?” They grumbled, giving up and going dead-weight; if they were getting kidnapped, they would make it as annoying as they could, especially if their suspicions were true.
“Don’t be a brat,” he yelped as he adjusted his grip to manage the slumping child better.
“You’re going back to Hawkeye.”
“But you don’t like Dad Buggy-sensei, so why? " they whined, dread filling them the closer they grew to the main tent.
“'Cause we made a deal,” he admitted.
He was shocked when the former warlord had approached him with an odd order: retrieve Dokucha. He had wildly protested at first (that got him a beating), but eventually the man had offered a deal; find the child and he would give him an IOU, able to be used to get out of one of his usual beatings or to acquire a favor from the man. Buggy would have had to be a fool to say no to such a deal; all he had to do was get a child. He liked the child, and if the circumstances were better, he would have given mercy, but right now, he was basically a prisoner to the two men, and he needed all the leverage he could get.
“I don’t like you anymore, Uncle Buggy,” they said sadly, coming to terms with their situation.
“Yeah, yeah, join the club,” Buggy sighed as he pushed them into the small makeshift office Mihawk currently resided in.
“Well?” Mihawk prompted, raising a brow at the unusually quiet kid as they kneeled next to him, hands in their lap and eyes glued down. It had been a few minutes since the clown had left, but Dokucha was still refusing to address the issue, choosing to remain silent instead.
“Do you believe I will grow infuriated at your news?” He questioned, letting a slight hum at the stiff nod they gave.
“Did you skip your chores?” He questioned, amused.
“I-I don’t want to be a swordsman,” they finally confessed
“That’s it?” He replied without missing a beat, almost letting out a chuckle at the gaping reaction he received
“W-wh- I thought you wanted me to be a swordsman!” They yelled shellshocked
“I could not care less about that,” he mused
“But every morning you begin by giving me sword lessons!”
“That you requested”
“No, I didn’t!”
“You did. Three years ago, you woke up and demanded I give you daily sword lessons,” he reminded them
“Are you serious?!” They boomed standing up on the sofa, throwing themselves on his lap, and facing him face to face, ignoring the rare and amused smile on the swordsman.
“Are you for real, Dad?!”
“I do believe that's what I said, yes.”
“So, you don’t care if I ‘m not a swordsman?”
“I do not. I would prefer if you grew a battle skill, but if you are against it, I will not force you to,” he confirmed
“I do! I want to use a bow!” They confessed a hopeful glint in their eye at the sudden turn of events.
“Very well, I believe we have a woodworker on the island, we can acquire a bow for you to practice.”
“Thank you, Dad!” They gushed, wrapping their arms around his neck and squeezing tightly
“I would have liked for you to have told me before I had to make a deal with the clown.”
“It’s okay! Buggy-Sensei deserves a break!” She cheered
“What did you call him?”
I was gonna start the baby asl piece today since i am so exited about it but I am tired and I want to give it the effort it deserves
