Hi there… I was wondering if you are still accepting requests? From the kiss prompt number six, ‘on a falling tear’, is my favourite so why not combine it with my OTP? I must confess, it's a rarepair… Mihawk x Hancock.😅 If you don't feel comfortable writing about them, I totally understand. In any case, thanks for taking the time to read this!
Hello Anon!! I'm so sorry it took so long, I just saw this, but I'm accepting the kiss meme requests until people stop requesting them 😁
Hancock hated the biannual Warlord meetings. She hated doing anything the World Government asked of her, but as Gloriosa always reminded her, Amazon Lily's independence relied on her membership, and while she had confidence in her strength and the strength of the women who sailed with her, she could easily appreciate not have to repel invasions constantly all the time.
So when the Government decided the Warlords would be more effective if they got together and were briefed every other year or so, Hancock unfortunately had to make time in her busy schedule to attend.
Most of the others did not. Kuma was a constant presence at these things, and Jinbei showed up more than he didn't, but the other four only made an appearance when it suited them.
Typical men. How come she was always at risk of losing her position, but they could do as they pleased?
Today's meeting was surprisingly well attended. Doflamingo found time to attend, and Mihawk had been in the area with nothing better to do, leaving only Moria and Crocodile absent.
Hancock liked when Mihawk showed up. Of the all of these pathetic men, he was the most tolerable. He spoke only when forced to, sliced open anyone who displeased him, and his taste was impeccable.
With him here, Hancock was glad that there was at least one person who wouldn't piss her off.
The meeting dragged on, the Marines in charge updating them on the movements of the Revolutionaries and other pirates of note they were supposed to keep an eye out for to eliminate. Kuma's face was blank throughout the whole thing, while Jinbei took notes. Doflamingo made inappropriate passes at whoever was speaking at the time, and Hancock's gaze immediately found Mihawk's so they could share a commiserating eye roll at his stupidity.
They were given a 15 minute break, and Hancock immediately left the room, needing to get away from it all and get some air.
She found herself out on a balcony, and finally took a huge sigh of relief. Now that she was alone, she let some of the walls to come down, allowed some cracks into the stone-cold Kuja Queen facade she had to put on to be taken seriously appear.
It was exhausting having to be that all the time. She missed her crew, who respected her enough that she could at least relax around them. She missed her sisters, who knew her well enough she didn't need all the posturing and pretense. She hated to be alone among a sea of enemies, but the Warlords were the only pirates allowed on the base.
She wanted nothing more than to leave and go back to them, to be away from these terrible people, but there was no way to do that without risking her position.
"Excuse me, Boa Hancock?"
Hancock flinched at the unexpected address, then turned to glare at the intruder, cold mask firmly back in place, "How dare you disturb me. What do you want?"
The young marine stood up a little straighter, the pink dusting on her cheeks and awe in her gaze a familiar sight.
"I...s-sorry, Miss Hancock," she stuttered out, then handed her a piece of paper, "I have a message for you."
She snatched the paper out of her hand and snarled, "Get out of my sight. You're tainting the view with your presence."
"Y-yes, Ma'am!" The marine saluted as she obeyed.
Hancock waited until she was gone, then opened the paper to read what it had to say.
It was the worst news. The Doflamingo Pirates had raided their ship while it waited for her in the harbor, and had taken Marigold hostage before sailing off.
This must have been why Doflamingo was here at all. With her distracted with this bullshit meeting, it would be the perfect time to strike.
She of course knew about Doflamingo's ties to the slave trade. There was no doubt in her mind what he had planned for her sister, returning her to that terrible fate they'd escaped once before.
The paper crinkled in her hand as she gripped it tight. She wanted nothing more than to go save her sister, to destroy anything and anyone that would dare lay a hand on her.
But she couldn't leave. If she did, they would take away her Warlord title, putting the entire island at risk.
Would she have to sacrifice her sister to save her people?
"What seems to be the matter?"
Hancock acted before she thought, turned to strike the speaker with a fierce backhand.
Mihawk caught her wrist easily, that piercing stare boring into her.
"You're usually quicker than that," he noted as he raised a brow, "What has you so troubled and distracted?"
She snarled as she wrenched her wrist out of his grip and held it to her chest, "What does it matter to you? You're a man just like all the others. You take what isn't yours and pillage and ruin everything you touch. You destroy lives and you don't even care as long as you benefit from it."
Mihawk didn't say anything to her tirade. He stood there, calm as ever, and stared at her, letting her get all her frustrations out.
She clenched her teeth, her rage and frustration boiling over. How dare he be so calm when her world is falling apart?
"Doflamingo took my sister," she hissed through her teeth, startling him enough to raise a brow, "If you must know. And I can't even do anything about it, since I'm stuck here in this pathetic meeting with you worthless people, and-"
She froze as Mihawk gently touched her cheek, tilting her head enough for him to place a gentle kiss on the tear that had escaped her eye.
The realization that she was crying - in front of a man even - stopped her in her tracks.
"Go save your sister," he said, the words dancing across her cheek, "That takes priority. Doflamingo is a bastard and he shouldn't get away with it."
"Don't you think I want to?" She snapped, feeling more tears building up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, "But if they kick me out of the Warlords, then-"
"They won't." He pulled away, but let his touch linger along the side of his face. "You underestimate how much the Government needs you as a Warlord. They may bitch and moan and threaten, but when push comes to shove, they'd be stupid to make you their enemy again."
His gaze softened, and he stroked her cheek with his thumb, "You have more power here than you realize. Go, I'll cover for you in there if need be."
She froze, shocked by his words, and found herself leaning into his touch. She was still getting used to her standing, both as Queen and Captain of the Kuja and as one of the seven Warlords. But Mihawk was right: she wasn't the scared, broken little girl anymore that needed Fisher Tiger to save her.
She had power now. She could do as she pleased.
"Thank you," she said, allowing his touch to linger for a moment longer before she pulled away, "You have my thanks. I'll be going now, but know if the Government comes after me, you'll be my next target."
Mihawk laughed, his grin and gaze sharp, "I would welcome the fight. It's been ages since i had a good one."
She spared him a grin of her own before leaving with a flourish, her steps determined as she made her way to her ship.
She had a sister to save, and a pirate crew to decimate.
As they set sail, her hand brushed her cheek where Mihawk's lips had touched it.
Maybe some men weren't worthless after all.
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