#op_mihawk

One Piece World: No Specific Time (No Spoilers)

“You” 💛 Only daughter of Mihawk requested by anon

Part 1(?)

You landed roughly on your back, tearing up at the pain and your wooden sword falling next to you on the dirt.

“(Y/N), up. Come on.” You shook your head in defiance at your father’s words and a soft sob escaped you.

“No! I don’t want to! I give up!” You shakily yelled, rubbing your back as you sat up. Mihawk sighed before crouching down in front of you. He looked at your teary eyes, heart breaking at your young face breaking out into more sobs.

“(Y/N). Once more.”

“No! I give up! I hate you!” Although the words of a five year old shouldn't have affected him so harshly, it still hurt to hear such words from his only daughter. He sighed softly and put down his own wooden sword next to your fallen one. He stuck his thumb out before licking the tip and wiping the dirt spot off of your cheek, making you try to pull away from him.

“Do you know why I’m doing this?” He questioned softly, licking his thumb again to take the smudge off, making your eye close from the slight pressure.

“You hate me?...” He rolled his eyes at your words but put his hand back down.

“The opposite. I love you and I’m your dad. I’ll always love you but I can’t protect you forever, no matter how much I want to be.” He muttered, folding his arms on his knees as he looked at you. You sniffled and now you were crying for a different reason.

“B-But, daddy…”

“I know you’re tired and in pain but I want this to be a valuable lesson for you. Every time you get knocked down, you get back up. Now, up. Once more.” He said, standing up after picking up the wooden sword. You rubbed at your eyes before before picking up your own sword and getting up. You got in your position and sniffled before letting out a yell, signaling that you were ready.

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You ate the dessert happily as Mihawk poured tea for you to enjoy it with. He had bandaged up your cuts and put an ointment to help with the bruises that you got every time you fell down. He took a seat with his own tea, drinking it as you enjoyed your treat. It hurt seeing you injured because of his training but he couldn’t lose you. You were his everything and he would rather die than see anything happen to you. You looked up at him and smiled, a smile with the purity that only a child could have.

He reached over and gently stroked through your red hair, making you hum happily. He cracked a small smile before bringing his hand back to drink his tea. When you were done with your drink, you waddled over to him and put your hands up. He quickly obliged and placed you on his lap. He saw how your eyes stared at the center of the table and his lips tilted up in a small smile. He reached over and grabbed the vase that had caught your eye. You looked excitedly as he took out a daisy from the bouquet in there and you reached out for it. He gave it to you and you sniffed it happily before looking at him, fingers spinning the stem gently while thinking.

“Daddy, will I be strong as you?” He gently patted your head before responding:

“You’ll carry on the legacy well, my dear daisy.”

Your grin was still prominent in his memories

“Dad!” Even though it had been a while since he heard himself called that way, he still turned to look in the direction it was coming from. His lip twitched slightly at seeing his daughter jogging up to him but worry instantly pooled in his stomach seeing you bandaged up nearly head to toe. You stopped in front of him, noticing how he was looking at your injuries.

“What happened?” He asked, more gruffly than he intended. You smiled and waved your hand dismissively.

“It looks worse than it is. It comes with the job, right?” You winked at him, making him roll his eyes.

“It looks like it was a tough opponent. You should be resting instead of being here.”

“What? And miss seeing my dad? Never. Besides,” you grinned and patted the sword attached to your hip, “some old guy once told me that I gotta keep getting up even when I’m down.” You giggled when he turned around and started walking away from you.

“That old man was going to buy your crew dinner but he might be too senile to do anything.” He called back, making you laugh and run to catch up to him.

“Dad~! I’m sorry~! You’re real young for your age!” You said, laughing and making him roll his eyes. He felt your arms circle around his own and how you lightly nuzzled against his bicep. “I missed you, dad.”

“I missed you too…. Maybe you should visit me more.” You groaned at his response and flicked his cheek.

One Piece World: No Specific Time (No Spoilers)

“She” ❤️ Married and baby daughter with Mihawk requested by princessanimetrash

Mihawk’s hearing was a lot sharper than the usual human so he heard the beginning whimpers of his daughter from down the hall. He pulled the blanket off of himself and stood up, grabbing his jacket before leaving the bedroom. His footsteps echoed the castle as the cries became a bit more audible. He could hear the soft snores coming from Perona’s room and he was somewhat relieved that his daughter’s cries only had woken him up. He walked into the nursery and made his way over to the crib. He placed his hand on her cheek, her cries quieting down at the touch but still letting whimpers out.

“Dear, you’ll wake up the castle at this rate.” He murmured to the baby before removing his hand and picking up the small bundle. He rested her against his shoulder, gently bouncing her and rubbing her back. He grabbed a bottle of milk from the small fridge that was in the nursery. He shook the bottle while he walked over to the rocking chair that was in the corner of the room. He took a seat and maneuvered his daughter so that she was cradled in the crook of his arm. Her small hands reached up to his face, her fussiness increasing with every whimper. He nudged the bottle into her mouth gently and her hands grasped the bottle, eyes closing halfway as she drank happily.

He kept his hand on the bottom of the bottle so it didn’t fall on her and he rocked gently on the chair. Once she was done with her bottle, she pushed the nozzle away from her and cuddled into his chest. He put the bottle down on the dresser next to him and moved her onto his shoulder, patting her back gently. She let out a burp and he got up again to take her to the crib. He laid her down in the crib, smiling at her big yellow eyes looking at him. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek before pulling it back and looking through his pocket. He took out a small bracelet; it was a gold chain with a small gold heart hanging next to a matching plaque, engraved in cursive was his daughter’s name. He unclasped it so that he could wrap it around her tiny wrist and he sighed in relief that it fit on the last clasp, although still a bit loose.

She seemed to enjoy it as she shook her wrist before laughing and letting her eyes follow the little heart that shook and hit against the chain, letting little clinks out. It was a nice combination. He looked through his pocket again and took out something else before dangling it in front of her. (Y/D/N) squealed happily before grabbing the chain. She pulled and tugged at the chain before squealing again and shaking it around, making the man smile again. He leaned down and brushed his lips against the small girl’s forehead.

“Take care of that for me, alright?” She yawned loudly after his words and he took it as his cue to leave. He grabbed the fleece blanket and pulled it over her, the blanket covered in drawings of Perona’s ghosts; a gift from the woman once she learned of the baby’s arrival. He looked at the mobile above the crib and turned it on so it slowly started to spin and soft piano notes came out from it. His daughter watched the mobile until her eyes closed and she was asleep again. Mihawk pulled up the gate of the crib and he left the room once again.

Natalie woke up, facing Mihawk’s back, and a weight filled her chest. The night before was a rough one. A night where her depression hit her like a ton of bricks and, even her daughter’s giggles, couldn’t ease the pain that she felt. After some time to herself and sleeping the day away, she didn’t feel as heavy anymore. As she looked at his back, however, the weight of depression was now more of guilt. Her hands gently traced his back before moving closer and wrapping her arms around his waist, nuzzling between his shoulder blades. He let out a soft hum and one hand covered yours.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, dear.” She muttered, pressing a kiss between his bare shoulder blades. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“What about yesterday?” She knew he didn’t want to make it a big deal and that made her smile against his skin. At the motion of his smile, he turned around so she could give him a proper hug. He rested his hand on her waist and pressed a kiss against her forehead before leaning down and giving her a proper kiss. She hummed into it, fingers tracing his back as their lips moved in sync together. She pulled back to yawn, making him roll his eyes and her giggle.

“Sorry.” He shook his head at her teasing apology and moved to sit up.

“If you really are sorry, you can check on (Y/D/N) while I get the newspaper from the News Coo.” He grabbed his jacket and went over to the closet to grab a shirt. Natalie pouted at the loss of warmth but she smiled at the thought of seeing her baby.

“Okay! That’s a reward more than a punishment!” He chuckled to himself as she stepped out of the room. As he pulled his shirt over his head, his eyes closed, wondering what her reaction would be.

Natalie pushed the  door open and smiled at hearing the piano notes coming from the mobile above the crib. She walked over to the crib and put her hands on the bars, about to push it down to pick up her sleeping baby but stopped once she spotted something shiny. Her daughter’s wrist was shining with a new bracelet, a soft smile raised her lips at seeing her name engraved in the gold plate. On the same hand, there was a necklace clutched in her fingers, making the older woman blink. She gently opened her daughter’s hand and took it out, eyes widening at the necklace. The chain was a simple silver but the actual trinket at the end was locket shaped and there was a red heart shaped jewel behind the glass. She let the trinket rest against her palm, mouth ajar from how pretty it looked.

She heard soft footsteps come up from behind her and hands came from behind to grasp at the necklace in her palms. Familiar fingers unclasped the chain and it rested naturally against her collarbone once he latched it against the back of her neck. She turned around to throw her arms around his neck, smiling at Mihawk’s blank expression. Her hands tangled in his hair and she gently tugged him down so that her lips brushed against his.

(Because I’m having a hard time right now and gifs cheer me up)

(Of course ^_^ Modern AU again)

Cat Burglar Nami:

She is STRESSED

She understands the cute and soft animals that can be seen as pets but the bugs? The sea kings? The monster animals? Please help her

Her partner has learned that the animal they’re playing with might be seen as dangerous from Nami’s scream of their name

Despite this though, her partner has actually helped her get over some of her fears over some animals but she still puts a firm line on some animals (bugs)

She will scold her partner after playing with dangerous animals until they’re pouting which makes her feel bad

She’s just a worried tangerine for her partner so please be nice with her

She knows her partner won’t really understand the actual danger but she’ll be there to warn them every time

Trafalgar Law:

He should have realized it when even Bepo came up to them when they had just joined

At first, it caught him off guard when even the most dangerous of animals would surround them and he’d be protective

After getting used to it, he’s actually really amused, especially if it was dangerous like a seaking

He’ll keep his eye on them just in case the animal turns on them but they seem to like the attention of such “good boys” as they keep saying to him

He does have to clean up the scratches they get because they like to play rough with even the most dangerous of creatures

He does get jealous when Bepo leaves him to be with them, he lost his pillow and his partner in the same second and that’s annoying

If he’s with them, he knows their strength so an animal won’t surprise him as much anymore

Red Hair Shanks

He has loads of fun with it and even gets jealous when his partner meets animals without him

When it first happens, his crew isn’t that surprised that Shanks was just as excited about the animal as they were

The one who really has to get the two of them away is Benn because he recognizes how dangerous the creatures that surround them are

Of course, this gets him two pouting faces

He meets so many new animals because of them and it has honestly put so much more excitement in his life

The amount of dangerous animals that the two of them bring onto the ship to keep as pets is ridiculous but also the crew has gotten used to it

They’ve also gotten used to saying no and their sad faces

Dracule Mihawk:

He is also STRESSED but much better at hiding it

Since the two of them travel a lot, he’s gotten used to them bringing animals over and asking if they could keep them

They don’t understand why he says “no” before they even get their question out

When they go back to the castle to visit Perona, his stress level is heightened because the Humandrills are obviously attracted to them

When he looks out the window and sees them being surrounded, he’s immediately out there, glaring them off

He’s often coldly scolding them for petting wild animals but they know it’s because he’s anxious over them getting hurt by the animals

He’ll get annoyed when they pet him like he was a wild animal but he’s wrapped around their finger so the annoyance doesn’t last too long

Black Leg Sanji: They groaned as they were regaining consciousness. When their eyes opened, they were looking at the ceiling and felt less dizzy than in the morning. Now thinking back to it, they couldn’t really remember what happened; one second they were helping to clean the glass of the aquarium and then they were staring at the ceiling.

They lifted their hand to their forehead to feel how their fever had gotten but they felt something soft and damp instead. Grasping at it, they pulled it off their forehead to look at what was on there. They slightly tilted their head to look at it but a hand came into their view and took it from them. They turned their head to look at the hand’s owner and saw the familiar blond hair of their loving boyfriend. They could see now that what was on their forehead was a small towel. He dipped the towel into a basin by the bed that was filled with water and then he wrung out the excess of it. Sanji placed the towel back on their forehead, making sure it covered most of their forehead. He then sat on the side of the bed and pouted at them, making them smile a bit.

“(Y/N)-swan-”

“Were you worried?” He frowned and moved his hand to hold theirs.

“Of course I was! You didn’t look well all day! It was lucky that I walked into the aquarium when I did.” He pouted once again and squeezed their hand. “(Y/N)-swan, you have a really bad fever. Why didn’t you tell me or Chopper?” They sighed and met eyes with him.

“It wasn’t that bad this morning.” He pouted and a dramatic sigh escaped his mouth.

“How did this happen? I give you and the ladies the best of the produce and meat, even the finest of teas.” They laughed but it became a coughing fit that made him look at them, his visible eye shining with worry. They noticed his expression and sighed softly before squeezing his hand.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, Sanji…” He smiled slightly and moved so his forearm rested next to their head and he leaned down to rest against their towel clad one.

“It’s alright. Just rest, my dear. Chopper said that the fever broke while you were sleeping so you’ll get better in no time.” Before they could respond, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to theirs. They wanted to kiss back but remembered that they were sick and turned their face away so his lips slid to their cheek. He laughed against their skin before pecking their cheek and pulling back.

“Sanji, I’m sick! You’ll get sick!” He laughed again and sent them a charming smile, one that made them raise an eyebrow to try and hide how their heartbeat picked up.

“The best way to get rid of a sickness is to pass it to someone else.” They rolled their eyes and raised their hands to cover their mouth.

“Nope, I’m not taking care of you if you get sick.” Their hands were able to hide their smile when he pouted and started whining.

“(Y/N)-swan~!”

Dracule Mihawk: They were dusting off the library shelves and left Mihawk to read the newspaper, having to stop every couple of seconds to take a breather. A strong wave of dizziness hit them and they stumbled a bit. They felt themselves falling and, before the world went dark, they were suddenly in the air.

Mihawk sighed as he looked at his partner in his arms. He had noticed how they were stumbling and red in the face but he didn’t think it was bad enough for them to faint. As he looked at them in his arms, his stoic expression cracked slightly with worry. He carried them to their room and laid them down on the bed. He pressed the back of his hand to their forehead and let out a soft grunt at how heated it was.

When they woke up a couple hours later, they noticed that he was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room with the newspaper in his hands. Before they could question him, he already started talking.

“You’re up. Good. Now, eat the soup before it gets cold and take the medication.” They blinked before turning to look at the nightstand. They noticed all that Mihawk listed was on the table plus a glass of water. Before they could even sit up on their own, Mihawk had folded up the newspaper and went over to help them. With a hand on their back, he pulled them up to a sitting position. Instead of going back to his armchair, like they expected, he grabbed the bowl of soup and sat down next to them. They smiled and he frowned, knowing what was coming.

“Are you going to feed me?” He rolled his eyes and tilted the bowl slightly to make it seem like he was going to tip it.

“No.” They yelped and quickly apologized as he straightened it out. “That’s what I thought.”

When they ate what they could, they took the medicine with the water and laid back down. Mihawk stood up to head back to the armchair but their hand held his to stop him. He glanced at them from over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. They pouted and tugged him lightly.

“Cuddle with me.” He fully turned to them with his usual stoic expression but they knew he was caving since he didn’t pull his hand away from them.

“You are sick.”

“Mhmm.”

“I will not get sick.” They pouted and tugged him again.

“Aww, please, Mihawk?” After a couple seconds of silence, he sighed and used his free hand to gesture to them.

“Alright, move then.” They grinned and he laid down once they made space for him. He sighed as they curled up against his chest. “You’re recovering rather quickly.” They laughed but it became a cough, hard enough to where they turned their head to cough away from him. When they were done, he held them close and tucked their head under his chin, letting them rest against him.

Trafalgar Law: He would usually treat them immediately but he had kept himself locked in the infirmary after picking up a new study from the island they just left so he had no clue. What he didn’t know was that his partner had brought a fever with them from the island. When he finally finished the study, he put it away and went out to the hall. He heard some noises coming from the kitchen and he went to investigate.

When he peered into the kitchen, he found his partner gripping the counter with one hand and coughing into their other arm. Just from a simple, scan of them, Law could tell that there was something wrong. He went over and, just as they lost consciousness, he hoisted them up over his shoulder. He walked to the infirmary with them, his hand on the small of their back to keep them balanced but also to feel how they were breathing.

After a quick check up, he picked them up again, this time not like they were a sack of potatoes, and carried them to their room so they would be more comfortable. It seemed like their fever was breaking but he still brought over the appropriate medicine.

When they woke up and looked around, they spotted Law sitting up next to them with a book in his hand. They felt a lot better than in the morning but they were still overheated. They slowly pushed themselves up to a sitting position, letting out a grunt.

“Looks like you’re awake.” They rolled their eyes and patted down their hair that was messed up from their sleep.

“What gave you that idea?” He promptly ignored their remark and gestured to the nightstand.

“You seem to have gotten better but you should take that medicine to make sure.” They raised an eyebrow, picking it up to look over the bottle.

“…. Are you using me as an experiment?” He turned the page in his book and they could see a small smirk that he tried to hide.

“No, sweetheart,” they narrowed their eyes at the way he said that nickname (a nickname he never used), “why would I do that?”

They glared fully at him but took the medicine anyway before sighing in relief. The taste wasn’t bad and the medicine worked to relax their body almost instantly. The medicine was also quick to make them drowsy again. They moved so that they were laying down and their head rested against his lap, closing their eyes. He lifted his book slightly to peak at them and raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse you.” They peaked up at him and pouted.

“Don’t be mean. I’m sick.” He rolled his eyes and went back to reading his book, but his hand found itself in their hair. They smiled as they felt themselves falling asleep from the medicine and his light petting.

NSFW Warning

(Again, I tried ._.)