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[matsookawa]

Also, sorry I type everything as if I'm writing a legal document. I'm a stickler for grammar and spelling, and cannot bring myself to type too casually, even in light conversations or outside of my writings. The farthest I get is "lol", but even that gives me a small, visceral reaction.

I'm fun, I promise. 😮‍💨

[matsookawa]

Hiii, I'm honestly curious about your headcanons about crocodile, he's such an interesting character to read!

To preface this, my headcanons for Crocodile are in the romantic sense w/ a fem!reader. so if you're looking for general headcanons for Croc alone, sorry about that. With that being said, let's talk about my mans!

(Note: mentions of both child and adult death)

-Childhood friends to lovers to enemies to (kind of) lovers.

-Instead of his loss to Whitebeard being the reason Crocodile stopped romanticizing piracy, it was [Y/N] being taken hostage after he challenged a well-known pirate for their territory. The one scheme he didn't involve [Y/N] in.

-After that, the rose-colored glasses came off. There was no more trying to do things the "traditional way". After getting her back, Croc decided you have to manipulate if you want to get where you need to be.

-[Y/N] didn't have any hard feelings about the hostage thing and they put their brains together to figure out next steps. All they knew was they were going to build an empire. Together, as equals.

-Y/N made a comment in passing about maybe taking advantage of pre-existing unrest like someone they had seen in a history book. Crocodile came up with the guise of a bounty hunting business. Thus, Baroque Works was born.

-That's when the paranoia of who he can trust came in. His ideals were betrayed when that pirate took Y/N from him and made him realize strength and ambition mean nothing if they're not controlled. He's put too much into this business to have something like that happen again.

-[Y/N] was the only person he could be 100% honest with. She was equally as strategic and straight-thinking and when you spend every waking minute of every day with the same person for the last thirty years, you tend to have some blind faith in them.

-Until suddenly you don't.

-All it took was a child. An eleven-year old boy sent by an enemy to infiltrate baroque works for information.

-Long story short, Y/N made a grave error in judgement and despite it being the first time in decades, it took Crocodile no less than a day to hold a gun to her head and demote her to the very bottom, all of his love for her now lost (or so he thought).

-Due to the circumstances and out of spite, Y/N decided it was not the right time to tell Crocodile they were pregnant.

-They hated each other from that day on.

-Being demoted meant barely seeing Crocodile, so Y/N was able to hide the pregnancy relatively easily.

-She had gone through everything completely by herself. Colleagues refused to mind anyone else's business so they were no help to her. Morning sickness, feeling the baby's first kick, body pain, all while having a full-time job. She did it alone.

-It wasn't until the ninth month that Y/N ran into her replacement, Nico Robin, in the archives. One look at her stomach and Y/N knew Robin was going to snitch. She's the only one with the balls.

-Y/N was dragged to the nearest medical room as soon as it was known they were carrying Crocodile's heir, yet the man himself didn't show himself until she was actively in labor. [Y/N], who somewhere deep down still loved him, resented him for waiting until the last possible minute.

-Crocodile basically ripped the child, a boy, away from Y/N as soon as they were finished and left them sobbing on a table alone in a medical room.

-Flash forward a year, Crocodile gets imprisoned in Impel Down and Robin rightfully returns the infant to his mother before Baroque Work collapses immediately after.

-She and the child escape, but OF COURSE a few weeks later, Crocodile escapes prison and the first person he's hunting down is his ex-wife so he can get his son back. Someone has to carry on his legacy.

-[Y/N] had been keeping the child safe in a nearby village, but Crocodile manages to find her within the next two years.

-After a fierce standoff, he finds out from [Y/N] that their three year-old is ill and probably won't make it.

-They're together when it happens and it shakes Crocodile to the core.

-It's tenfold when he walks in on his ex-wife laying on her side in the bathroom wailing into the tile from grief.

-He makes the decision to hold her. A lot has happened since he sent her away and his feelings about trust have changed. He was able to raise their child for a year before his imprisonment.

-Prison gives a man a lot of time to think.

-Y/N was hesitant to allow him to stay, but did.

-She had just lost her baby, so what if he decides to kill her?

-He ends up asking her why she betrayed him then abandoned him when everything failed. She explains the baby was more important than trying to rebuild a now defunct world domination scheme.

-Then she hit him with the "YOU were more important than trying to rebuild a defunct world domination scheme. I only joined because you would leave me behind if I didn't. When you left me behind anyway, I realized there was nothing I could do."

-Flash forward a bit, they remember why they fell in love in the first place, go through the grieving process, and get back together.

-Crocodile has now become a wild-card in the pirate world and kinda does his own thing, but with the addition of his wife.

-Another year passes and things are going well for both.

-Until they're not.

-Y/N gets attacked by an old familiar face and is killed (i have someone specific in mind and a certain way, but that will be saved for a fic!)

-Crocodile is left with a deceased child and deceased wife, going into a descent of insanity for a bit.

-He has an emotional episode and comes out of the insanity though

-He joins the Cross-Guild and vows that everything he does going forward is for his wife and son.

-It's the only way he can cope with the regret and guilt that he's now forced to live with. All of the lost time spent without his family weighs on him heavily each day (see his line near the end of my "How Exciting" Mihawk fic)

-I have an entire story fleshed out about this down to the details and dialogue. Someone can let me know if they'd like a one-shot focused on one specific part of the story.

-I don't want to overwhelm you or anyone else with more headcanons, but believe me when I say they're there lol.

[matsookawa]

Hiii, I love your blog and I just saw your recent post and I had in mind two request, very different but I thought so you could choose which one inspires you more

Gotta say, I love your the way you write Mihawk in an established relationship, it's so just so cute, but I was wondering how about him in his pining era, like with a reader who already befriend him and both of them are just pining after one another, idk I think him trying to make his feelings know would be so interesting

Or I had another idea but it was more angsty (sorry I'm a sucker for angst) maybe Mihawk with his wife, but who is scared because she's his only obvious weakness, so she tries to push him away because deep down she is scared of losing him because of her (and maybe beacuse she think she's not worthy it)

Again, sorry for the rumbling, I had just those two ideas, feel free to choose the one you like the most

Howdy,

I chose the first prompt and the writing has been posted (^:

[matsookawa]

Title: To Love Another

Word Count: 2,157

Summary: Dracule Mihawk finds himself infatuated with a diligent woman from a nearby island. He does what it takes to obtain his ultimate goal of a home with good food, good wine, and love.

Note: This was a request.

What began as an impromptu trip for supplies on a nearby island turned into Mihawk finding himself in a woman’s wine shop, one she takes great pride in having the best selections on the entire island. She introduced herself as [Y/N] and he truly didn’t pay her much mind until he was reading the label of a bottle and she criticized his choice. “If you’re just visiting the island, you’re going to leave with the good stuff. Not something you can get literally anywhere. So, are you wanting a rarer zinfandel or would you be open to shiraz?”

After the hour discussion about how red wines are better than whites, [Y/N] was pleased with how much knowledge the man shared with her on selections. She told him if he ever comes back, she will show him the vineyard she’s maintained for years in the field behind her home.

It did not take Mihawk any time before he was back on that island three days later. He quickly learned [Y/N] was a woman of routine. She never strayed from her tasks; they had to be done thoroughly and at certain times. Mihawk believes her diligence to routine and straight-thinking to be the reason he found himself visiting her twice a week over the next several months.

Which brings us to now.

The man’s hands barely shake as he carefully rewires the trellis of the grapevine before him. A hundred or so more trees holding different kinds of grapes surround him, each one having been checked the same way he’s doing now. Anyone else would consider the work to be tedious, but it was everything to Mihawk. Despite the sunset making it a bit difficult to see, the edges of his cloak soaked in water from the irrigation, and sweat rolling down his chest and back, he finds this a wonderful way to spend his time. Especially with the woman working on the tree beside him, a couple of feet away. He looks at her now, focusing on the way her brows knit together as she pulls the wire taught with a sudden burst of strength before twisting it with a pair of pliers.

He keeps his hands raised to the vine to look busy, but can’t keep his eyes off of her. This is it for him. She is it for him. Finally, he’s found a woman who’s independent, self-assured without being arrogant, and enjoys all the same things he does. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t marry her someday.

“So we’ve deleafed, fertilized, and we just finished re-propping.” She turns to him and smiles while wiping her hands of soil. “What do you say when we finish, we go get a bottle of my finest and get shit-faced in my living room?”

Mihawk, having grown more comfortable expressing himself when the two are alone, gives her a smile of her own. “Do you mind sparing a meal alongside that wine? I do enjoy traveling all the way here only to watch you get a head injury from toppling over, but I would appreciate some sustenance this time.”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh. “Dracule Mihawk, world’s greatest swordsman by day, world’s most hilarious comedian by night. Such a multi-faceted individual, you are.”

The praise makes his heart swell in his chest and they walk together toward her home. They approach the first step and Mihawk places his hand on her lower back, silently urging her forward. [Y/N] smiles at him and his hand lingers until she’s far enough away from him. His palms were as if fire had seared the skin, the heat of her lingering long after she’d gone. He relishes in the feeling while he follows her inside.

As per their routine, she stops a few feet ahead of him in the foyer and turns around. He bends just enough for her to gently grab the brims of his hat and lift it off. He pivots just as her hands begin pulling at the shoulders of his cloak. She hangs both on a coat rack by the door and they say nothing as they walk to the kitchen. It warms his cheeks to consider she doesn’t do this with anyone else. Oh, how lucky Mihawk is to be the subject of it. 

The house is quaint, just big enough for [Y/N] and her plethora of knick-knacks. It’s always warm, cozy, and Mihawk loves how everything in it smells of her. “I really do need to repay you sometime, by the way.” He stops peering around and meets her in the kitchen. “For what reason?”

[Y/N] turns on the stove and grabs a pan hanging over her island counter. She begins throwing things together. “Ever since you started lending a hand with the vineyard and the vegetable garden, the harvest has become way more bountiful. Not to mention, the grapes are growing better and my personal brand of wine is selling ten times more than usual. I was able to finally replace the linoleum flooring with hardwood.”

Admittedly, he hardly listens to any word she says. All he could think about were the list of ways he’d like her to repay him. He cannot find the courage, however, to speak them aloud. Would it scare her off to know how much he longed for her? This whole time, has she only considered him a good friend? What if she doesn’t even take him for that? What if she thinks of him as simply a man who tends to her gardens every week? If that were true, though, why would she have ever let him disrupt her daily routine? Why would someone who has turned down multiple plans with close friends because she always waters the plants at 3pm suddenly clear her entire Tuesday and Thursday afternoons to accommodate Mihawk coming over? He likes to believe she feels a small piece of what he does for her.

“I never took you for a daydreamer, yet you do have a knack for surprising me.”

He’s lifted from his thoughts and takes the potato she has stretched out, joining at her side. “There has been much to think about as of late. Forgive me if I seem a bit out of it.” [Y/N] rests a hand on his upper back, lightly rubbing a comforting circle. She nods her head then begins to peel a carrot. “We can talk while we eat, if you’d like.” He nods back and the next fifteen minutes are spent in a comfortable silence.

Both are now seated at the small dining table, occasionally asking the other about their day and swapping stories. Mihawk feels light for the first time in a while. The domesticity of everything fills him with peace, something he hasn’t truly felt in ages. He’s in an actual home, the smell of good food filling his senses, and the most beautiful woman sitting across from him, smiling at him as she raves about her shop sales last week. He wonders, why can’t it be like this all the time?

This must be what prompts him to blurt, “Why did you allow me to start visiting your home?”

[Y/N] stops her story and raises her brows. “A comedian, a daydreamer, and an interrupter all in one day. Incred-” “Why would someone who is so rigid in her routine, one that she has kept for what she says is nearly two decades, suddenly allow a complete stranger to upheave her entire daily schedule?”

His brows are furrowed, but only out of curiosity. [Y/N] stares at him like a child who’s been caught. She pushes some steamed carrots around in her plate and looks down at them. “I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Maybe I just like this routine better?” His heart thrusts against his ribcage. He needs to be strategic about this, otherwise she’ll never say what he wants to hear. “You hate new routines.” he states. [Y/N]’s fork stops on her plate. She thinks for a moment before looking up at him. “You’re right. I do. However, I find myself enjoying the days when you’re here more than the ones when you’re not.”

Dracule Mihawk could explode with joy. Alas, the world will never get to see him so out of character. Instead a corner of his lips lifts into somewhat of a smirk. “I see.”

“It gets lonely, Dracule.” His smirk falls. “I love my routines, but it’s just been me for as long as I can remember. My friends stopped inviting me to places altogether because I can’t bring myself to break away from my tasks. Then all of a sudden, the most gorgeous stranger who knows just as much as me about wine and gardening and all of these things I love comes along and he actually likes talking to me and respects that there are certain things I have to do and I just…” Mihawk is still, barely breathing as if doing so might blow away the words he hopes she’ll say. “I guess I just didn’t want to lose what I had going with you.”

She sighs through her nose and puts her fork down on her still half-full plate. She clearly feels defeated. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable, Dracule. I didn’t want to say anything before out of fear of you not returning to visit, but I really do like spending time with you and getting to know you. While I understand if you don’t, I really hope you feel the same way about me.” The last part is said in nearly a whisper.

He’s silent for a while and he can tell how uncomfortable [Y/N] becomes by the way her hands begin to fidget with whatever is near.

“I do, you know.”

She raises her brows. “You do? Are you sure?”

He can’t help but chuckle. “What kind of person would sail out two times a week just to do manual labor in someone’s backyard if they weren’t the least bit interested in them?” A grin takes over [Y/N]’s face and a smile plants itself on the swordsman’s as well. “Maybe you’re just an extremely thoughtful person, Dracule.”

He releases a disbelieving scoff. “You’ll learn in time, [Y/N], I’m not that kind of man.”

She laughs and begins finishing her meal, the air much lighter in her home. He takes the opportunity to peer out the kitchen window. “It’s getting dark.”

She finishes her last potato and nods. “That it is.”

They both look at each other, neither one wanting to say goodbye. Not with the newfound information they’ve revealed to each other minutes prior. Dracule decides it must be he who bites the bullet and backs his chair up.

“I suppose I must get go-”

“Oh, wouldn’t you know it! It’s laundry night!”

He can’t fathom why that would pertain to him at all, so he waits for her to finish.

“Thursdays have always been laundry nights and what kind of hostess would I be if I let you walk out of here with a saturated cloak? Your favorite one, no less.”

He chuckles. “That would indeed make you a terrible hostess and I refuse to be associated with anyone of that ilk.”

Not a second passes before [Y/N] is up and collecting their plates, rushing them to the sink before returning to him. She takes his hand, pulls him up, and leads him to the living room. He can’t help but notice her not letting go of him the entire time. “Wonderful. Of course I can’t wash everything until the sun’s out tomorrow, so I guess you’re just going to have to leave in the mid-morning?” Dracule agrees readily and she pulls him onto the couch, sitting much closer to him than usual.

“What if we still get shit-faced from the wine, but this time we also discuss where you’re taking me on a date come Tuesday?”

Mihawk is elated at everything that’s occurred on this day. He rubs his thumb across the back of her palms and she leans into him a bit more. After months spent yearning for this woman— this wonderful, witty, kind, radiant, captivating woman— her heart is finally within his grasp and she has finally discovered how long she’s held his. Nothing has ever been and will never be better than today.

“[Y/N], darling, I have known exactly where I’m going to take you since the first time we parted.”

She visibly lights up and throws her arms around his neck. Their bodies are pressed together and he prays her perfume makes a home on his shirt, just long enough to bridge the distance between now and next time. They hold each other in the silence of the home, neither willing to let go now that they know how the other feels.

Because the greatest feeling isn’t just loving, but knowing that person loves you back.

Note: I am truly a wine-enjoyer, however I cannot stand Zinfandels specifically. Unfortunately, I have the headcanon that it's Mihawk's preferred drink of choice.

[matsookawa]

Hii, I love your blog and your writing

Just out of curiosity, which characters from one piece would you like to write? Like if you have a preference or a some characters from OP you would not write

Howdy,

I focus mostly on Mihawk, but I'd love, love, love to write for Crocodile. I think he's a cool guy and I've had certain headcanons about him for a while. I'll also write for Buggy, but being honest here, I've met Jeff Ward twice (genuinely not trying to flex) and held down a conversation and it's a little strange to me personally writing for a character of a person I've met lol. I don't know if that makes any sense, I'm truly a chronic overthinker.

I'll write for:

Mihawk, Crocodile, Buggy, Shanks, Ace, Sanji, Zorro, and Law.

Who I won't write for (mostly because I'm not confident in portraying them correctly):

Brook, Luffy, Usopp, and Katakuri.

Obviously this isn't an all inclusive list because there's tons of characters, but this is just the list off the top of my head (^:

[matsookawa]

i just got all four wisdom teeth removed this morning, someone please send in a mihawk request so I can take advantage of the next three days off from work 🙏🏻

[matsookawa]

Title: Good People

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x fem!reader [Established]

Word Count: 1,036

Summary: Grieving the passing of his wife, fate curses Mihawk once more in the form of disease.

Note: In this, the illness is not identified as anything in particular, but it is established that it's fatal. If you are uncomfortable with this idea or are grieving a personal loss that aligns with sickness or disease, this particular piece may not be for you.

The castle has been quiet for the past couple of months. Meals, half-eaten because he and his mentor can’t bring themselves to finish or clean up, lay on the dining table Mihawk’s late wife begged him to purchase. Candles throughout the hallway that once added to the gothic magnificence of the home now remain unlit and have done so for a year. And why should they be lit? If you were to ask Zoro, he would tell you all of the castle’s light left with [Y/N] anyway. She was his mother-figure, but more importantly she was good. And when she passed, Zoro was never the same.

His morning began with a strange feeling living in his chest. One he has never felt, yet recognizes somewhat. It’s akin to dread, but with a profound ache rooted in his gut. A premonition of something awful, he decides. The feeling leads him on a search for the owner of the castle in which he resides.

Zoro comes upon the top of a hill, one that slopes downward in a vast sea of pale yellow and green. He recalls the day [Y/N] mentioned in passing how she missed the flower fields of her hometown and how Mihawk stayed up until dawn, planting the seeds. It’s unusual for nature to live on such a dismal island, but Mihawk’s love for his wife was the quiet force needed to ensure the plants’ survival, as if his devotion to her breathed life into the land.

The figure of the youth’s mentor lay in the distance, held between stems of buttercups and primroses. Zoro reaches him quickly, standing a few feet behind his head. Dracule Mihawk has his eyes closed, his breathing deep, somewhat shuddered, and his hands clasped on his stomach. He’s chosen to don a light linen shirt and a pair of black slacks for the occasion. [Y/N]’s favorite outfit.

A moment passes and Mihawk’s eyes open, setting on the horizon to appreciate the blended yellows and reds. As if the island knows what is happening and took pity on its main inhabitants, it kindly offered a rare sunset. One that Zoro knew [Y/N] would have talked their ears off about.

“Sit if you wish, Zoro.”

His voice is quiet, strained almost.

Zoro does as instructed, sitting with his arms resting on his knees beside the head of the man who spent years teaching him to bear the weight of the torch he wished to pass on.

He’d be a fool not to know what Mihawk was doing out here. Ever since the warlord quietly broke the news that he was ill, Zoro knew what was coming even without being told. What was once a mighty warlord who struck fear and admiration into even the fiercest of pirates, has since been reduced to a regular man, painfully confined to a wheelchair most days and barely able to lift a fork, much less his beloved swords. Oh, how cruel of this world to take away the woman who held his heart and then deliver him a fatal disease that stripped him of independence. Many nights were spent with Zoro’s ear against the door of the wine cellar, listening to Mihawk wail for his wife and cursing his own fate.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Mihawk’s voice almost causes him to jump. He stares out at the horizon and basks in the low hum of insects that whizz by every so often.

“[Y/N] used to say that to me. Every morning for three years. Even when the weather was shit.”

Mihawk chuckles and its underlying wheeze does not go unnoticed.

“Try every morning for twenty-four.”

Zoro was all too aware of how deeply the love between Mihawk and [Y/N] ran, being fortunate enough to witness it firsthand. A breeze sweeps through the hill, forcing the thousands of flowers to lean leftward. Zoro picks a petal from his arm and rolls it between his fingers absentmindedly before releasing it into the wind.

“Was she always so wonderful? When you first met?”

Mihawk takes a stuttered breath, the wheeze now paired with a small cough.

“Yes. I was convinced she was so naïve. She believed in the goodness of humans, no matter how they treated her. I tried to tell her how cold this world is, how much it does not care about the people in it, and that no one should be trusted under any circumstances. Including myself.”

His jaw clenches and tears well in his eyes.

“She told me the world is indeed cold. That’s why she strived to create warm places.”

“Sounds like her.” Zoro murmurs before adding,

“No matter how beat down we were, she had food, fire, and love waiting for us at home. I always teased her about it, but I never meant it.”

Quiet blankets them for a moment.

“I’d like to think she knew that.”

“She loved you unconditionally as her own. She knew, Zoro.”

How should he respond? Nothing said will make the situation any less grim. He decides it is best to simply be grateful for this moment. That Dracule Mihawk is not alone in the end.

Zoro almost believes him to be asleep until-

“Do you think she’ll be there to greet me?”

There it was.

The green-haired man’s eyes begin to burn and his vision blurs. His heart plummets to his stomach and he wants to vomit. Never has Mihawk looked to Zoro for support, and it only reminds him of what all he’s about to lose.

A teacher, a guide,

A friend,

A father, almost.

“I know she will.”

Mihawk’s gaze moves from the horizon upward into the sky.

“I hope you’re right.”

A tear slips from his eye and falls over his temple, disappearing into his hairline.

His lower lip quivers and his breathing grows shallower every passing second.

Despite it all, he smiles. Then comes a whisper.

“It is indeed such a beautiful day.”

Mihawk’s eyes close and Zoro gently reaches over to lay a hand on his chest.

The wind stops and the flowers fall back into place. The world is holding its breath.

Dracule Mihawk is still.

And Roronoa Zoro is left alone to bury him beside his wife.

Note: One of the thoughts I held in the back of my head while writing this was Mihawk denying treatment for his disease because it would delay his reunification with his wife. It's part of the reason Zoro struggled with the situation so much. What must it feel like to love a person so much that you wish nothing but to shorten your time on Earth for the chance of being with them for eternity? Zoro hopes the feeling comes to him one day.

[matsookawa]

Hiii! I read your one shot with Mihawk and his wife and it was adorable! If it's not a problem could I ask a scenario with Mihawk when his wife announce her pregnancy?

howdy,

this was just posted!

[matsookawa]

Title: How Exciting

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,033

Summary: Mihawk's wife has some life-altering news that has him on the edge of his seat in an emergency Cross Guild meeting.

Note: This was a request.

Despite having the last fifteen years as proof that her husband would move Heaven and Earth if it meant she was happy, the fear settling into her stomach is making that knowledge difficult to hold on to. She sits at a table in the conference room, her husband on the other end. It’s silent and [Y/N] has chosen to remain expressionless. It’s a blessing and curse to have a partner who can read every minute thing your body does, but right now it’s a curse. She can feel his eyes burning into her, yet hers remain locked on a one-inch scuff next to her hand where she’s been tapping her finger for the past five minutes. It’s the only indication of her nervousness, a trait not common in the typically steadfast woman.

The man, Dracule Mihawk, opens his mouth to inquire about her behavior and why she called an emergency meeting. Before a sound comes out, the conference room doors slam open. [Y/N]’s hand slaps down on the table and Mihawk is somewhat grateful he does not have to continue enduring the endless tapping. What he is not grateful for is the clown taking a seat at the table next to his wife, while their glorified accountant with a hook-hand sits on her other side. His eyes narrow and he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “What is this?”

[Y/N] takes a deep breath and clasps her hands on the table. Crocodile and Buggy look to her, clearly waiting for her to speak first. Mihawk immediately fears the worst. ‘Is she…. leaving me?’ His heart jumps into his throat at the thought. “I’m not leaving you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He breathes a tiny sigh of relief. “Buggy and Croc are only here as witnesses in case of legal retaliation.”

“What are you referring to, [Y/N]?” He is utterly confused and she decides it’s best to put him out of his misery. She locks him in with a hard gaze. The one she usually reserves for foes, however he can see her clench her jaw and hesitate. “There’s a bit of a… situation. One that has the potential to change things going forward.” Crocodile and Buggy’s sights set on Mihawk. His mind is a maze with each direction leading him to a horrible conclusion as to what this all must be about. ‘She is termin-‘ “I’m not terminally ill, Dracule.” He hears the clown mumble a “How do you do that?” under his breath. Mihawk decides the best option is to wait until she’s ready. After exactly thirty-six ticks of the wall clock, [Y/N] speaks.

“I’m seven weeks pregnant.”

His breathing stops, yet he remains narrow-eyed and if [Y/N] didn’t know him so well, it would intimidate her. It’s fortunate she can hold her own against anyone, even him. “And I know you do not want children. You made that very clear. So, I’ve called this meeting to announce my resignation as a member and negotiate the division of our marital assets. Buggy and Crocodile can sign as witnesses of the decision and I’ll file this with the local court.”

Mihawk sits up straight, his brain now catching up. “You think so little of me that one off-hand comment I made fifteen years ago means that your only option when you’re with child is divorce.” It’s not a question. [Y/N] swallows hard, her confident façade beginning to fall. “You have too many responsibilities. To the Cross Guild, to Zoro-“ “[Y/N].”

His chair scrapes as he stands. He rounds the table and Buggy slides his chair out of the way to make space for Mihawk to kneel beside her. Her breaths become deep and trembling and she struggles to hold his steely gaze. “I clearly have failed as a husband if that is your belief. Have I not made my unwavering fidelity and devotion to you clear? Do you not understand that every morning before you wake is spent pondering how I got so lucky to find a partner who not only understands every facet of who I am, but doesn’t seek to change it?” She has a white-knuckle grip on the armrest of her chair and tears brim her eyes at his words. He lays a hand over hers. “[Y/N], I was not in a place all those years ago to have a child. I was young and had no ambition until you came along. We’re now two of the strongest warlords on the four seas. Between your intelligence and my strength, we can handle a child.”

Tears fall over her cheeks and a choked sob escapes her. “I just didn’t want to force you into this, Dracule.” Mihawk sighs through his nose and closes his eyes for a moment. They open once more and settle on her. “I love you, [Y/N]. I am in this just as much as you are.” The woman emits a loud cry and throws her arms around him, allowing herself to slide out of the chair. He’s able to catch her and hold her in his lap. She cries into his shirt and he looks up to his associates. “You two can leave. There is nothing to witness.”

Crocodile takes a puff of his cigar and nods towards the door. This cues Buggy to stand, the hook-handed man doing the same. “We can discuss the new arrangements in due time, Mihawk. Enjoy the pregnancy while it lasts. You’ll miss it later.” Said man is tempted to ask why Crocodile sounds particularly forlorn, but lets it go as he exits. They’re close, but not that close.

[Y/N] pulls her face away from his shoulder and wipes her face with the back of her hand. She’s finished crying, but can’t help but still feel a little daunted by the entire situation. She swallows hard and looks at him while he softly gazes at her and pushes some tear-ridden strands of hair behind her hair. “You’re sure you’re up for this? It’s going to be exhausting, unrelenting, and terrifying, Dracule.” A soft smile pulls at his lips and he holds the side of her face in his hand.

“Then it will be our most exciting adventure yet.”

Note: I have a headcanon that Buggy actually does know when to keep quiet. I've also always had this idea of Crocodile having a past lover, but their relationship ending in tragedy. Feel free to request more info or a fic on that. I write more than just Mihawk, ya know.

[matsookawa]

Hi✨️. If it's not too much trouble and you like the idea, could I ask for a short story in which Mihawk falls in love with a lady from a neighboring island?

She could be the purveyor of his new favorite wine, an elegant and sophisticated woman who fits his aesthetic perfectly. However, poor Zoro and Perona are forced to endure their master's clumsy, rusty attempts at flirtation every time he drags them along with him to get supplies. The only consolation for the younger ones is that she is sweet and kind to them, which gives them the perfect opportunity to embarrass or complain about Mihawk when he gets too strict with them. I hope you find this idea interesting and entertaining - thanks in advance!💖✨️.

howdy,

this has just been posted. it ended up being 1,604 words so it's a bit of a ways off from being "short". i apologize for that. thank you for requesting and i hope you like it!

[matsookawa]

Title: Graceless

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x fem!reader

Summary: The great warlord stumbling over himself in the presence of a wine shop owner while his two housemates make it worse.

Word count: 1,604

Note: This was requested as a "short story". I clearly do not acknowledge the word "short" in any way.

The single lightbulb flickering above the mirror is beginning to irritate Dracule Mihawk. He stands above the sink, calloused hands gripping the sides, while he scrutinizes every one of his features. He double checks his hat is straightened, his long open coat sitting just right on his broad shoulders, and that his beard was groomed better than usual that morning. He adjusts Yoru, takes a step back, and moves the feather on his hat one inch to the left. He knows Zoro and Perona are impatiently waiting outside the front doors for him to join them, however he can’t bring himself to care. He has to look absolutely impeccable or this will all be for nothing.

It's ten minutes when he finally steps out of the bar, his protégé and their ghostlike counterpart following behind him until they come upon a shop next door, the storefront colored tastefully with gold and black. He takes a particularly deep breath and he can almost hear Perona beginning to smile behind him. ‘Why on Earth did I bring them?’ This is something he would much rather do alone, but alas, he couldn’t trust them not to burn down the estate in his absence. As he ascends the two steps, he considers abandoning them on this island. Once the door is open, he’s immediately welcomed with the scent of wood and herbs. If you asked him, he would say it’s his favorite smell in the world, right after a certain someone’s perfume. ‘Speaking of which’, he thinks. The wooden floors beneath him groan as he moves toward the counter to tap a call bell resting on top. Bottles behind him clink and he knows his companions have begun choosing what they’re going to bring home.

Just as every other time prior, he’s rendered speechless upon sight of her when she appears from the back. The woman, magnificent to behold and perfect in every way, smiles and his hands twitch with the desire to grab her by the shoulders and kiss her until she can no longer breathe. She hasn’t changed since the day he met her and he hopes she feels the same way about him. He’s always been very partial to that day in particular.

It was two years ago when he was stopping for supplies. He decided he should replenish their wine cellar, but none of the larger stores had his favorites in stock (truly a curse for a connoisseur such as himself). After speaking with a few locals, he was directed to a small shop on the outskirts of town. As soon as he entered and saw the selection, he knew he was home. Soon after, the most gorgeous woman showed him to a shelf of wines that were so rare, he had only ever heard rumors and not seen them. After giving her expertise and allowing him samples, he walked out of there buzzed and with plans to visit at least once a month. To this day, he believes that was an ascension into Heaven.

“And where have you three been? I’ve waited day in and day out for my favorite customers and for what? Two months of absolutely nothing?” Perona is the one to answer and an irrational part of Mihawk is angry he didn’t get to speak to her first. “Sorry, [Y/N]. We’ve been training non-stop for the past couple of weeks and haven’t been able to make it out here. We probably still wouldn’t have made it if our entire cellar didn’t run out of wine. Mr. Grumpy here has been sulking for days. We’re beginning to think he has an alcohol problem.”

He wants to kill Perona over and over again.

“Well, you’re in the right place for it then.” [Y/N] responds. Her gaze returns to the group’s leader (the group’s father, more like). She speaks in a low tone and Mihawk believes it is an attempt to spare any teasing from his companions. “For what it’s worth, I do wish you would come more often. I’ve missed watching you swing Yoru around on the shore.” Mihawk swears his heart palpitates for a moment. He longs to rip it straight out of his chest and hand it to her while frantically screaming “I want to spend every lifetime with you!” Unfortunately, no one will ever catch the warlord acting so out of character. “Thank you for your kind words. We have missed you as well.” Perona snickers and Mihawk quickly says, “Your wine, I might clarify. We have missed your wine.” [Y/N] giggles and it’s a sound Mihawk sears into his memory for the lonely days ahead of him. “I must say I’m disappointed it’s only my wine you miss.” She claps her hands together as his throat goes dry. “Alright then!” [Y/N] says loudly. “Let me show you what’s new!”

The two meander the aisles for an hour until they stand once more at the counter. [Y/N] is telling a story about a disgruntled customer from last week. “And then, do you know what he said to me? And I know you would have absolutely killed him, Mihawk. He said to me, ‘Well, don’t you think you’re on a bit too high of a horse to be such a bitch about liquor?’ As if I haven’t spent the last decade gathering the rarest and highest quality wines!” She’s correct. He would have indeed taken that man’s life. How dare someone speak to any woman, much less this one, like that? “Not everyone can appreciate the finer things in this life such as ourselves.” [Y/N] smiles and leans forward, resting her elbows on the countertop. “That’s why I’ve always been fond of you, Mihawk. You always hold your head high no matter what anyone says about you.”

The only thing he heard was “I’ve always been fond of you.”

And so it seems did Perona and Zoro. He feels a breeze as they rush to flank him on either side. “Say, [Y/N].” Perona starts. “What do you think about coming for dinner sometime? We’d love to have you.” Mihawk’s eye minutely twitches. “Yeah,” Zoro chimes in with a smirk. “I’m sure Mihawk wouldn’t mind. Quite the opposite actually. We’ve seen him writing a lot lately. Perona found a notebook where he talked about this beautiful woman who unknowingly has his entire heart. Not to mention how he yearns for her at night when-” The warlord raises his foot and slams it onto Zoro’s as hard as he possibly can. The younger man yells a “Hey!”. It makes [Y/N] laugh and Mihawk swears there has never been a sweeter sound. “Forgive him, [Y/N]. He’s been delirious the past couple of weeks because of illness. He does not know what he’s talking about.” The words are hurried and red creeps into his cheeks.

[Y/N]’s smile falters just a bit. “Oh, if you don’t want me to come, that’s okay. I-“ “No!” Perona and Zoro stare wide-eyed at his unusual outburst. His resolve is crumbling. “Of course we would love to have you for dinner. I- We don’t want to impose, is all. I know you mentioned not having a ship of your own.” [Y/N] tries to hide her smile by pressing her lips together. A beat passes. “Not to say that is an issue. Of course we could come get you, but then your shop would be closed for at least a day, you would lose income, and it could be foreclosed-“ “Mihawk.” [Y/N] places her hand on top of one of his that’s resting on the counter. “I would love to come, if you’d have me.”

The world stops. Perona and Zoro no longer exist and it is just he and [Y/N] holding each other’s hand. A blush explodes across his neck and he stares open-mouthed at her. She holds a soft smile and his skin burns where hers is touching. He can’t bring himself to speak so she does. “Do you have availability this weekend?” The man nods. “Good.” [Y/N] releases his hand and Mihawk wants to cry out for it like a child. “I’ll be at the docks at six.” He’s able to pick up enough scraps of his dignity to recollect himself in front of her. “We will see you then. Today has been a pleasure.”

The bell above the door chimes as Zoro and Perona exit. [Y/N] walks Mihawk to the door and they pause before it. “I meant it when I said you’re my favorite customers.” Now that they’re completely alone, he allows his lips to pull into a small, embarrassed smile. “I must admit, we have grown very fond of you as well.” He turns and opens the door. He begins his descent down the two steps. “Then do me a favor and lose the kids this weekend.” His body halts immediately. “I beg your pardon?” He turns to her while she stands in the doorway, his brows furrowed in silent question. “You heard me. Come on, Mihawk. All this talk of fondness, not to mention the only women you’re close to are Perona and me, so you journal entry could only be about me.” Mihawk’s mouth falls open and for the first time in his life, he begins stuttering.

“Besides,” she teases with a grin. “You’ve been here for the past hour and forgot to buy anything.”

Mihawk goes pale.

“Safe travels!” She shuts the door and he watches her figure disappear into the back of her shop. He hears cackling from behind him and as much as he wants to punish Zoro and Perona for it, he can’t bring himself to.

The only thing filling his head are wedding plans.

Note: Admittedly, I'm not super proud of the end result, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. It was hard to fight my personal headcanon that Mihawk wouldn't outwardly show his nervousness, but I now think it's a very humanizing trait for him to do so.

[matsookawa]

Title: Be Safe

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x fem!reader

Summary: Mihawk being soft with his wife

Word count: 526

Based on: Person A giving Person B a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Her husband rummaging through their ensuite bathroom is what wakes Y/N up. Although slightly bitter at first, the fog of sleep clears and she remembers the reason for the constant opening and closing of drawers and cabinets. She recalls a mission Mihawk mentioned a few nights ago during dinner. It’s a particularly dangerous one, however Y/N didn’t retain any of the details as she has full faith in her spouse to return safely.

She rolls over to face the bathroom doorway just as Mihawk is turning out the light. Seeing his lover awake, his face softens. “I was trying not to wake you. It’s still early.” Y/N knows he’s right. The sun hasn’t even come out yet and the only source of light is the moon streaming through their window and illuminating her figure on the bed. She releases a yawn and drapes her arm across the edge of the bed, as if reaching for him. “I would be more angry had I not been able to see you off.” The corner of Mihawk’s lip lifted. A movement so minute and yet Y/N is so in tune with him, it makes the corners of hers do the same.

The man kneels at her bedside and looks at her. Oh, how she wishes he could delay his leave and stay in bed with her for days. The way he takes her hand in his more calloused one makes her heart beat faster in her chest. It rams against her ribcage as if screaming for his own heart to stay with it. His fingers dance along her hand before they intertwine with hers and give one hard squeeze. “It’s too cold to get out of bed. I will send word to you as soon as I reach the island.” His wife appreciates the reassuring words, trusting them completely. “Please be safe. I’m not taking care of Perona and Zoro alone.” Mihawk sighs through his nose. “Truly a terrible fate.” Y/N giggles and Mihawk’s smile widens. “Go back to sleep, my heart. I’ll be back before you know it.” His wife’s eyes begin to grow heavy as she nods slowly. “Bring back some of those pastries I like or you’re not being let in.” Her voice is becoming mumbles and Mihawk knows it’s time to let her sleep.

He stands and waits for her to turn over before pulling the blankets up to her shoulders. He bends over her, supporting himself with one hand on the bed. “Duly noted.” Y/N, almost completely asleep, turns her head to peer up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Dracule?” she whispers. “Yes, my love.” Her breathing evens out and he almost thinks she’s asleep. “I love you.” The great warlord, a man who’s stricken fear into an immeasurable amount of people, who has committed countless murders, leans down and places the softest of kisses on her temple. He whispers against her skin and Y/N barely registers it before he gives her hand one last squeeze, picks up his bags, and silently walks out of their room towards the front door of their estate.

“And I, you.”

[matsookawa]

The absolute loathing I hold for tumblr in regards to replacing the button to go to your blog on the bottom right with the tumblr shop is immeasurable and inexplicable

[matsookawa]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❆𝐁𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

❆𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

❆𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

❆𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

❆𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

[matsookawa]

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

❆𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤

❆𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

❆𝐢 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲/𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

❆𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[matsookawa]

𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐢𝐦 𝟐𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭.

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 (^:

❆ 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

❆ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❆ 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝.