#mihawk ends up finding out why he is so angry and just. takes it. accepts it

[beanghostprincess]

I know oda just choose birthday by names but thinking about cross guild and the moment buggy hears mihawks birthday date and it hits him what day it is. He could ignore this damned day and now he meets a reminders its existence.

I don’t think mihawk would celebrate but hope you get me. I need buggy to suffer and not be able to do anything with the fact that first time in years he’s forced to acknowledge the date that for so long was his only friend special day.

He realizes what day it is and he is awfully quiet and less assertive because he won't stop thinking about Shanks. But not in the way he usually thinks about him (angry and extremely insufferable), more in a melancholic, sad, post-breakup way he only feels when it's his birthday. Because he remembers Shanks' birthday and how they celebrated when they were kids. He remembers that there were times in which they were actually happy and couldn't imagine a future without the other.

Then Mihawk tells him that it's his birthday (for some reason. He actually never says it. Perhaps they find out another way) and I think it'd be extremely angsty if Buggy just?? Was angry at Mihawk for no reason?? The swordsman doesn't understand anything but Buggy is feral when he is around him instead of actually being scared or just, you know, sassy. He is actively angry.

Mihawk doesn't get it. And tbh, Buggy doesn't get it either. It is something he can't control. It just happens. It just makes him angry that somebody else has Shanks' birthday. Not because it makes him think about the redhead (although that is also something to add there) but because he is still a bit possessive of the date. As if nobody but Shanks and his memories of when they were friends should own this day.

#this is late for their birthday but idc #mihawk doesn't give a fuck about his birthday #imagine your husband crying about his ex-boyfriend whom you share a bday with #actually not funny at all it is pretty sad #mihawk ends up finding out why he is so angry and just. takes it. accepts it #if that is what the clown needs maybe that's for the best he doesn't care much abt it. shanks can have the date if he wants to #(cof cof he can have the date but he has the clown cof cof) #one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #shuggy #bughawk #cross guild #ask-bean! #< look i got an ask tag people can you believe that me neither

[foxydivaxx]

ZOSAN HIGH SCHOOL AU: Without Plastic, There's No Paradise Prologue

This story is inspired by the popular telenovela Sin senos no hay paraíso. The title of this fanfic is a reference to that telenovela. This chapter is mostly Zoro's POV.

There was once a boy who had a lot of potential but never got that chance till later in life. This boy was beautiful the way he was, yet society pressured him to get plastic surgery as that would be the one way they would accept him. His name is Sanji Vinsmoke but he keeps swearing that he hates the Vinsmoke name and his tragic backstory justifies the deep hatred.

This young man loved so deeply that his passion led to his destruction. Everywhere he looked for love, he was only shown hate, malice and pain. 

He tried to end his life on a number of occasions. He never showed up in school and whenever he did, it was for attention. I did not understand this boy at all until that tragic incident that befell him. 

Upon learning the truth he tried to hide from the world, my heart sank with pain and guilt. If only I could have helped him earlier. If only I had spoken to him. All he ever wanted was to be loved and to belong. 

Yet, no one gave him a chance. We all mocked him. Made fun of him and his dreams. He always said a line and ironically that was the last thing he said to me before that tragic incident; "Without plastic, there is no paradise."

At first, I wondered why a boy would chase after such a foolish dream till I heard about his family life or rather lack of it. Now it all makes sense. 

This boy's dad left him, his mother, and siblings alone and went off with his mistress. Apparently, the dad was a notorious mobster which says a lot. The family then got into an accident when he was just five. He is the sole survivor of said accident.

The poor guy never got adopted from the orphanage he was placed in and soon got kicked out when he was 11. Ever since then, he has been on the streets and got involved with some street gangs. It is shocking that he survived all of that shit as he escaped death loads of times.

His father soon finds him again and brings him into his gang and turns his little son into a prostitute,pimping the kid out to various allies of his in exchange for drugs and cash. That is why he dresses up the way he does and flirts with girls a lot. His father fucked up his life. 

Why do I feel guilty? Compared to him, I seem to have a far more healthier, easier life. Born with a silver spoon and raised by a prestigious family. Everyone wanted to be my friend or date me. Now that I think about it, that is why he envied me.

He wanted to experience happiness for once. He wanted to be that guy that all the ladies loved and all the guys envied. That alone makes me angry at myself and everyone else. Like why did we destroy his life?!

Here I am, standing right next to him as he still lies unconscious on the bed. The doctors say that he has a fifty-fifty chance of surviving. I call bullshit on that on!! He will fucking survive and my family and I going to do something great with our money, power and influence and save this guy's life. I want him to live. I want him to experience that good life.

My adoptive father Mihawk is already working on some documentation for him and also paid the police to launch an investigation into those people that hurt him because he deserves that justice. 

The doctors even stated that regarding the damage that attack caused, they may have no choice but to do plastic surgery for him. As much as I hate that, we have no choice because his body is seriously banged up and brusied to the point where he is unrecognizable as a result of the acid attack.

I take his hand and stare at his body. "Don't worry Sanji. You will get justice and the happiness that you deserve. I promise." I whisper to him, lifting up his hand to my lips and placing a kiss on it.

This is his story.

#one piece #sanji #zoro #zosan #fanfiction

[shikkearu]

Irreplaceable Part 22: Resolution for a mother

The feeling you get the first time you hold your child, it's something indescribable, or so people say. Indescribable joy, love, warmth. All kinds of emotions. Positive mostly.

Hancock is a mother. It's her past she tried to run away from and it's part of her future, though her past doesn't come up as often anymore. Even when some reporter does bring it up, she's learned to deal with it amicably. It wasn't so in the past, as she had been consumed by her own bitterness and anger, something she isn't proud of.  As easy as it would be to explain everything with her depression, she knows it's not the whole truth, just as solely blaming Mihawk wasn't either. She does her best to correct her past error in new interviews, though no-one really cares about her ex-husband anymore. Now-a-days people concentrate on Ace and Dragon, because they are relevant, but she does her best to keep them out of the spotlight.

Part of her feels blessed that she looks so alike to Ace, yet isn't related by blood, so people think she truly is his mother. If they ask those questions many mother hear countless times, she can just avoid answering by telling them he's her stepson. Her wonderful son she loves with all her heart even if they've been a family so little time. The way she thinks about Ace makes her stop sometimes and think about her son with Mihawk. She thinks of how everything could have been so much different, had she sought out help earlier, if everything had been normal. But it wasn't normal, and she knows it can never be.

So when people ask her how she felt first time holding her child, it's not Ace who rises in her mind, but her son. So she answers that it was indescribable and they just assume she was happy, though she knows very well what she felt that day all those years ago.

But it's not socially acceptable to say it was mostly negative.

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The air feels still in the hot room. A fan slowly spins as her head spins from exhaustion. People around her speak hurriedly, but she cannot hear them or see what they're doing. She wants a glass of water as sweat runs down her forehead. She tries to ask a nurse for some, but no words come out. Why did she have them drive her husband out, he would be giving her a glass of water without asking. He would be so happy for her having completed her duty, he would do anything for her. Anything-

Her thoughts are interrupted, by the room being filled with a deafening wailing and sighs of relief. She doesn't understand what is so good about the awful noise, her child doesn't sound like that.

She swallows when a nurse comes to her carefully holding the source of noise on her arms. She congratulates her and passes the screaming thing to her. Little bit curious she takes a look at the creature given to her and she wants to scream.

This thing is not what was inside her. This is not the long waited beautiful child that would fix everything. She wants her real baby, not this red and purple thing first screaming and now gnawing on her breast. Just holding it is making her insides turn and it makes her nauseous.

She starts to cry and finally her husband is allowed in. He dashes over to her and the thing. She trusts him to know for sure, that this is not their child and to take action to find where they've hidden the real one. But the way he looks at the creature, she can see a sparkle in his eyes. The same sparkle, that led her to keep the child in the first place. It was his look of love she has wanted for herself for so long. While he looks at the lump of flesh in her arms, at times he glances at her and she feels that some of that love might be directed at her after all. She was certain of it, when he softly caressed her hand, smiling the happiest smile he had, and thanked her, before pressing a careful soft kiss on her cheek.

But as the lump of flesh grew and started to walk and talk, the more obvious it was that the sparkle was never directed at her. Only at the being, that was not really their child. Or maybe something so disgusting could only be born of a love so twisted.

She grew jealous to it. How could he love this thing and not her? Why would his eyes only sparkle at her when she was with the creature? Why would he got so angry, when she rejected the imposter and only forgive her if she cuddled with it again. Everything was supposed to get better, so why was it all worse now instead?

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Alerted by the doorbell, Perona opened the out door to see an unknown yet familiar woman. It took her a moment to realize, that it was Hancock. Her silky smooth hair was on two braids. They hung over an old jersey and a t-shirt with odd print of pineapple and snakes. She wore tight high-waist jeans and sneakers. She had a baseball cap and absolutely no make-up on. This woman was not the empress Perona had met several times who secretly came to visit and hid in obscurity. This was just Hancock. Her outer look was so different, she could walk freely and no-one knew any better.

- "You look so different I couldn't recognize you." Perona sighed in awe. - "I would dress like this more often, if I did not hate being without my glamour."

Of course her posture and personality were the same, those could not be changed.

Hancock, Ace and Dragon had come to town for a longer visit and were picking up Zoro and Perona to go play at an local park. Mihawk was unfortunately at work, but Hancock seemed to be relieved to hear it.

- "Did you not want to see him? I thought-" - "Of course I did, it's just I wanted to spend more time with you and he's a huge distraction." - "A distraction?" Perona chuckled. Mihawk hardly spoke a lot when they came to visit. - "Seeing him makes me feel like back when we started our relationship." She mumbled looking down at the ground.

Hancock was ashamed. It was hard for her to admit, that Mihawk was and still is the most attractive man she's ever met. Even harder when the man she was married to nonchalantly just shrugged off her comment. It hurt, that he knew and just accepted being being inferior.

After a bit of walking and asking Hancock how her work was going, they were at the park. Zoro and Ace sprung into action and Dragon followed them making sure that they wouldn't hurt themselves since Zoro was rather clumsy and was better at following instructions from an adult than from Ace. Perona and Hancock sat at a nearby bench and looked as the trio went to try out the swings. It was funny how such a scary looking man was adored by the two kids and how he joined their silly games not feeling ashamed at all. They seemed to have so much fun, a third child joined their group.

- "So you and Dragon." Perona hummed to Hancock. "Why him?" - "What do you mean?" - "You're a beauty and he looks like a delinquent. Quite a mismatch." - "Ah well," Hancock blushed slightly. "We used to go to the same school as kids and he just became a good friend to me. He's been there for me throughout the years." - "Even when-" - "Yes, he was at the wedding and supported me through the divorce. He wasn't judgmental and actually listened to what I had to say. Back then if I got angry I started to scream, because I had grown used to do so, but he just waited patiently and then asked me to breathe for a moment and then explain it to him again." - "I guess he's the person who made you think about therapy?" - "Dragon did suggest it to me, but he didn't try to force me. He knows how to handle me." - "Eh? So why didn't you two get together earlier?" - "Because I'm a very shallow person and back then I was all about looks." Hancock laughed dryly. "I'm better now but it's a continuous struggle to be a good person. And he was a delinquent back then, but straightened out his act."

Hancock looked at Dragon thoughtfully and then continued.

- "But the biggest thing was, that I've never had that spark with him. Our relationship has always been compassionate and caring, but it doesn't have the passion I had with Mihawk." - "Eh? The sex is not good?" Perona sneered and Hancock blushed deep red. - "Rude! The sex is very good, thank you very much. No, what I mean is that there's nothing that draws me in with Dragon, but our relationship is so much better and balanced than the one I had with Mihawk. Many times I find myself thinking, that I rushed to Mihawk and fell in love with what I thought he was and not for the actual person. In the end I didn't really know anything about him. I don't know of his childhood, what's his favourite colour or food. Nothing. It's unbelievable, isn't it? We were together a bit over seven years and didn't know each other. But I know Dragon and he knows me. We don't scream fight and we support each other... He's my best friend." - "I know how that feels. My husband was my best friend as well." Perona looked out in the distance reminiscing how close they had been. - "Perona, I consider you as a real friend to me. I don't have many people I can say that about. Many are scared of me or just tolerate me to get onward with their careers. You're one of the few people who hasn't been afraid of me. It surprised me back then when we first met."

Perona looked at her a bit surprised and laughed.

- "I was terrified back then. I would have run if it wasn't the only chance to get to know you." Then she smiled warmly. "I'm so glad I got to know you. You're my friend too, Hancock. You can come to me with anything and I'll listen." - "Ah." Hancock looked delighted and bashfully looked at the children now playing with a ball. "We are actually thinking of buying a house nearby. To settle down. Ace never liked the constant traveling and it would be nice to be near you and Zoro. I still have to be away, but this time it's different. I actually miss them a lot, when I have to be apart from them. I miss you too." - "I think that would be wonderful Hancock. I'm sure Zoro will be thrilled to know that he has a playmate and his granny living so close by." - "Granny makes me sound so old. Please use something else." - "Alright, Mamma." Perona snickered. - "It's still bad." Hancock looked irked.

Just then Dragon came by the bench and drank some water. He gave a bottle to Ace who had followed him and Zoro went to Perona who gave him his bottle of milk. After drinking Ace wiped his mouth at the back of his hand which Zoro tried to emulate, but couldn't quite do it. Instead he accidentally punched his own nose.

Ace said something to Hancock in Portugal. He put emphasis on a word "bruxa" which seemed to make Hancock grimace. She chastised him, but rose up to join their play. They rushed back to play with the ball, the third kid was still hanging with them. As Perona was going to stand up and go play too, Dragon looked at her like he wanted to say something. But he and Perona weren't as well acquainted with each other, so he was being somewhat shy. So she took the lead.

- "Who is the kid playing with you?" It was troubling her a bit that she couldn't see his parents anywhere. - "His name is Sabo. He says he lives nearby. Seems to like Ace a lot." - "Maybe you'll get to see him more if you move here." - "Hancock told you?" He seemed somewhat relieved. Perona nodded. - "We've been thinking about it for awhile now. Seems like a good moment to settle down and this city has pretty much anything one could need." - "This is a great place. I love it here." Though many places felt painful at times with the memories of her husband. - "You know Perona. I'm really thankful to you." - "Eh? I haven't really done much." - "You've done more than you think. The meeting with you changed something in Hancock. I feel that she's more close to finding a resolution in her life now." - "Hancock did just tell me she considers me her friend." - "She did? Amazing. You're also her hero." - "What!? Hero!?" Some one special like Hancock considering her as her hero felt absurd. - "Every time after you two meet, she writes down things you said or did. She thinks you're the perfect mother and she tries her best to be like you with Ace, though he is a bit of a rascal compared to Zoro." - "I feel honored." - "Don't tell her I told you. She'd just deny it and get angry at me. She can be so very proud." - "Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

Hancock returned back and looked somewhat exhausted.

- "Did we bring any sand toys? The boys are going to try making a castle." - "I'll take them to them." Dragon chuckled and left.

Hancock looked happy, but then uncertain.

- "There's this other thing we have been thinking of. It's a very scary thing and I don't know if I'm ready." She sat back down. - "What's scaring you about it?" Perona didn't ask what the thing was. Something about her way of speaking signaled, that Hancock did not want to say it out loud. - "The feeling that I'm not worthy. I still can't say I love him." - "Who do you mean? Dragon?" - "Ah, no. My son. Someone who I gave birth to and I just... can't. It doesn't mean that I don't love Zoro. I love him to pieces and Ace too, but I can't say it about him and I want to, but it still feels wrong. I don't think I can do this thing without loving him. If I don't love him then how can I ever..." She ended the sentence with a sigh.

Hancock seemed flustered. Her words were uncertain and she really wanted Perona to understand, but she just couldn't find the right way to explain. Perona pondered for a moment watching as the children played.

- "I think it's impossible to love him the same way you love Ace or Zoro." - "But I want to. I need to. It's what he deserved." - "It's not something you can do anymore. That would require you to spend time with him, rebuild your relationship and you know it's impossible now." - "But if I don't then I can never- uh- I can't-" - "Hancock, the only one you really need to love right now is yourself. He is gone now and I don't think he really cares if you love him or not. He had admitted to himself that you would not come back, so there's no need to torture yourself over it." - "It's hard." - "I know, but it's okay for you to let go of that guilt. I want you to live life to the fullest. Love yourself and your family and no more regrets. Do this 'thing' with Dragon. You clearly want to and are just trying to find excuses, because you fear you might fail. You messed up once, but learned from it and grew as a person. It's okay for you to look forward to things in life."

Hancock sobbed and went through her handbag. She took a tissue and wiped her tears and blew her nose. She then took another one and handed it to Perona.

- "Same applies to you, Perona." - "I do look-"

Mid sentense she broke into tears. She had realized, that she actually hadn't looked forward to anything. Not Zoro's growth, not the small trips, nothing. By far it had all been a haze of doing. Just doing something and try being happy. Try convince yourself you've moved on, when you really hadn't. But maybe it truly was the time to start living again. Fully.

She hugged Hancock and she held her back.

- "No Zoro you idiot! Ouch!"

They quickly turned to look at what had happened. Dragon and Sabo looked dumbfounded, Ace was holing his head and Zoro dropped his small shovel and then dashed straight to the mothers. Big tears fell on his cheeks as he hugged Peronas feet. She slightly petted his back and tried to ask from him why he had hit Ace. Ace pouted and stayed where he was. Hancock went to him and asked what had happened.

- "I was just trying to teach Zoro how to make cakes, but he's so stupid," Perona could feel Zoro flinch, "that he won't get it. Then he just hit me for no reason. I wasn't even rough with him."

Dragon nodded as a verification, that Ace told the truth.

- "It's okay I understand." Perona petted Zoros head. "Ace have you thought, that calling Zoro stupid, hurts his feelings?" - "Huh, what? He's an idiot baby. He doesn't get it yet." - "Ace." Hancocks voice was dire.

Ace shivered and groveled to Zoro. He looked down on the ground and kicked it.

- "I'm sorry, Zoro."

Zoro turned a bit and looked ashamed. He nodded quietly as an answer to him. He turned to bury his face back at Peronas feet.

- "I think we should go home now. Ace, please help Dragon pick up the toys."

Ace rushed back to the sandpit to pick any toys they had brought. Hancock looked at Perona who had now picked Zoro onto her lap. He held tightly onto her, hiding his face the best he could.

- "Can you please go visit the grave with me?" Hancock fidgeted slightly. - "Isn't that something you should rather do with Mihawk?" - "Ah, no. There's a thing..." Hancock shook her head. "He wouldn't understand. Please Perona." - "Well, it's been awhile since I've last been there anyway, so alright."

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Mihawk and Dragon stayed at home with the kids. Hancock didn't really want any of them at the cemetery, so Perona had been the one to drive them there. Hancock was holding a lush and big bouquet. She waited for Perona to get off the car before holding her hand out to her, shyly looking away. Perona took it and squeezed it while smiling warmly.

- "It's going to be okay. I'll give him a good talking if he causes any trouble."

Hankcok smiled slightly, but got serious again. They started walking towards the grave and Perona could feel her hand shaking.

- "Is it your first time here?"

Hancock bit her lip and shook her head. Her whole body started to tremble.

- "I've been here a couple of times, but," She squeezed her eyes shut, "I've never had the courage to go all the way."

Perona hugged her warmly and when the older woman stopped her shaking, she released her hold.

- "Shall we continue?"

Hancock smiled softly. She looked scared and fragile, but knew that Perona would bring her strength. There was something special about her.

It was warm and sunny. The aspens were just opening their leaves and looked soft green. It was serene there as always. The granite of his head stone was not as shiny and clean as before and the feeling of emptiness was still there. Perona wanted to clutch her chest, but she kept it to herself. They stood before the grave and Hancock quickly placed her flowers on it, as if she was scared something might grab her. She held her hands near her mouth like she was praying, but looked nervous. She side glanced at Perona who had calmly closed her eyes and had a slight smile on her face, an effort to calm Hancock down.

- "Uhm, I want to say a thing and my therapists said it would be good to say out loud, to make it feel more real. Ah, erm... Make it a possibility. " She stuttered slightly and kept eyeing Perona who turned her head to look at her. - "Do you want me to move a bit further so I won't hear?" - "What, NO!" She gasped as pale as a sheet. "I mean, I need you. Just it feels stupid."

Perona looked at Hancock and took her hand and held it tightly.

- "Then we'll just be a little goofy together." She took a deep breath in. "Hey hubby, it's been a while. I hope you're not cheating me with some voluptuous ghost lady over there."

Hancock was aghast, but Perona kept going.

- "Zoro is fine. You know, he just had his second birthday. Yeah you've been gone nearly a year now. Anyways I'm here with your mother. She's not as bad person as you've led me to think and maybe when you two finally meet again she can tell you everything and you can forgive her fully. I should probably let her speak, you know how I can babble on and on."

Perona grinned at Hancock who was slightly smiling as well. She looked at the tombstone and then at the flowers.

- "I came here to apologize for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't be a the mother you needed and deserved. I'm sorry I got so jealous to you, when I should have loved you. Your father was never really meant to love me, but I'm glad now that he loved you so much. Things went bad then and I will always carry that shame with me."

Tears dropped down her cheeks and Perona gave her a tissue and she blew her nose. She felt slightly awkward showing such vulnerable side to Perona, but she looked at her encouragingly.

- "I hope that someday you can forgive me and I forgive myself. A lot has changed, during the time we have not seen each other. I've found a man who loves me back as much as I love him and he has a son. It was hard for me at first to try identify as a second mother to him and he certainly didn't make it easy. It's a work in progress since his real mother is still very much around. Sometimes he calls me a hag which I sort of deserve. But I love him very much, and I love my husband as well. They've helped me to become better."

She took few deep breaths and squeezed Peronas hand as if to make sure she was still there. She kneeled and touched the red granite stone.

- "I- I'm sorry for having been such a coward. I should have contacted you personally. Called, anything. I just kept on stupidly writing those letters, wishing for a miracle, that somehow you or someone else would choose to read to my letter. If I had had the strength, things could be so different now. I lost my chance to have a family with you and your father, and I'll regret that the rest of my life. But I don't want any more regret in my life."

Again Hancock took a deep breath, but now she let go of Perona. This last thing was something she would say completely with her own strength.

- "I was a mother. I am a mother and I am going to be a mother. Me and my husband, we're going to try and have a baby. Together we'll make sure, that what happened between us, will not happen again. I'll make sure they'll get the same amount of love you deserved to have and even more. We'll come visit again, the whole family, I promise."

Hancock wiped a few tears away and stood up. Perona smiled as she saw a determined look on her face.

- "I think I'm ready now. To move forward and give myself a chance."

Perona glomped the woman and squeezed her tightly. Hancock was a bit surprised at first, but then wrapped her arms around her into a tight embrace. Perona sniveled and giggled. She gave a warm loving smile to Hancock.

- "Thank you Perona. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

She kept on repeating it and Perona held her warmly as she felt warm tears fall on her shoulder.

When both of them had calmed down Perona had them run back to the car. It felt stupid considering they were at a grave yard, but had they not just done some awkward things earlier, so it didn't matter. Life felt worth while living and she was looking forward seeing the little sister or brother of her husband's.

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Dragon, Mihawk, Ace and Zoro were on the front yard waiting for them. Zoro slept on Mihawks arms and Ace and Dragon were throwing a ball together. They stopped what they were doing when Perona drove to the yard. Hancock quickly rushed out. She glomped Dragon and pressed several kisses on his mouth and face and chin. He was smiling warmly at her and she clung to his neck while he held her by the waist. Ace had covered his eyes and was retching. Mihawk was looking at the pair happily. He was glad that finally Hancock had gotten what she had wanted so bad, someone who loved her for who she was and with all his heart.

- "I love you Dragon. You're my best friend and there's no one else I would rather spend the rest of my life with." - "I see everything went well then?" - "More than well. I'm so thankful to Perona." - "I am too."

They looked at her with gratitude.

- "You guys. Stop. This is embarrassing."

Perona was blushing deep red and held her cheeks. Mihawk chuckled and Zoro woke up yawning. He saw his mother and stretched his hands towards her smiling sleepily. She took him from Mihawk who then looked at Ace.

- "Since Zoro has had his nap I think he'll be up pretty late. Would you like to be here for the night, Ace?" - "Can I?" Ace's eyes beamed. He had never night visited anyone. Hancock always says he's too small, but right now she and Dragon smiled at him and nodded approvingly.

After giving him hugs and kisses Dragon and Hancock left while giggling like two teenagers off to no good. The others went back inside and as Perona played with Zoro and Ace, Mihawk prepared dinner for them. After eating they gathered pillows, sheets and stools to build a fortress where they would sleep. They ate a bit of cookies and warm milk in their fortress and when it was dark enough Mihawk took the kids against his sides and started to ready a story for them. Perona shut the lights so that only a small lamp illuminated the inside of their tent. She looked at them from the outside as she did not fit in. She enjoyed Mihawks deep voice and chuckled when he made some characters have funny voices. Her husband had been the same with Zoro and she remembered him fondly.

Once the children were asleep, Mihawk crawled out of the tent leaving their lamp on. He sat at the kitchen with Perona.

- "Did Dragon tell you?" She had made tea and poured Mihawk a cup. - "Not straight, but he did hint at something like they would need privacy." - "They're going to try for a baby." Perona childishly giggled and blushed at the thought of those two most likely having sex as they spoke. - "Really?" He looked surprised, but then slightly bitter. "I guess she's still the age." - "You're not that old yet either." Perona chuckled, but Mihawks face had darkened and he looked at his cup sadly. - "I don't understand why she wants to do it again," he sighed deeply. "I could never re-live that pain."

Perona understood why Hancock had not wanted him there. Of course it should have been obvious from the start, but the way Mihawk seemed to enjoy Zoros and Aces company, she never really thought he would not like more kids. She didn't even understand what had led her to think he would. Surely by now he would have if he had wanted to.

- "I'm sorry." Perona whispered. - "Hmm?" - "It was a pretty thoughtless remark." - "I probably would have earlier, there just never was the right person after Hancock."

And he quickly glanced at Perona. He did it discreetly, but she still saw him do it. A warm soft sorrowful look:

"If only it had been me that met you."

She looked away. Why did she keep on thinking like this? That these weird warm glances he gave her were some sign of romantic interest. It could be anything. Just him making eye contact during conversation, like normal people. But they felt so secretive, like he was ashamed of giving her them. She didn't know why she just didn't confront him about it. What was she scared of? That he would hate her? That she would break this friendship they have with false accusations? Was it because of those fleeting moments when he made her heart flutter? Because unknowingly she too was giving him such warm glances?

- "Did you ever- The two of you-" Mihawk started carefully, but was hesitant on how to phrase his question. "Did you two talk of having another?" - "I- We didn't. He did joke of having several, but we never seriously talked of it. We just wanted to be with Zoro..." Perona covered her mouth as she felt her throat start to burn. "I think I'm going to cry." - "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." - "No it's alright. It's better to talk of him like this. It desensitizes." - "Hmm. It helps. Feels like it's been so long ago, but the hurt just doesn't seem to go away." - "Well, it hasn't even been a year yet." - "You're right. It's close though." Mihawk rubbed his beard and looked thoughtful. "Do you think we should have something planned for that date or near it." - "Planned?" - "Just get the family together. Close friends. Visit his grave and just have a picnic or something." - "Wait. You want to organize a family event?"

Mihawk seemed to blush slightly.

- "Is it so bad?" - "It's a great idea. Why wallow in grief when you can have it be a joyous event." She grinned, but looked away bit shyly. "You have to admit you're the last person to suggest something like this." - "Maybe you've just been a positive influence on me." He smiled and for a moment the way he looked at her felt extremely warm.

Another one of those damn glances. He was driving her crazy.

She rose up and and snuck to get herself a blanket and a pillow, so she could sleep on Mihawks chair as the sofa was a part of the fort She wanted to be near if either of the kids woke up. Just as she was by the living room door, Mihawk stopped her.

- "Good night, Perona." And he petted the top of her head.

She nodded and when he was gone, she placed her hand on the spot he had touched and smiled warmly.

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Heyyy!! Can I have a s/o with a daddy kink for Mihawk, Lucci and Shanks? The h/c or scenario (you decide) doesn't have to be necessary NSFW

Hey! :D Sorry for taking so long! And I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand what Daddy Kink is; I have only a vague idea so I’m kind of relucant to do it. However, I hope you like and enjoy what I did instead. (I originally did parts of this in scenario form. If you want, feel free to request it and I’ll post them.)

Warning: Some parts are sadder than the rest.

Dracule Mihawk:

You arrive on Kuraigana Island, but find out Dracule Mihawk’s not there. Instead, you run into Perona and wind up in a similar situation of living in the castle while he’s away and become friends.

He eventually returns. You try to tell him why you came, but he brushes you off, treating you as he does Perona.

It takes several more attempts before you give up, chosing to suffer in silence.

You become accustomed to life in the castle with Perona and Mihawk, though there’s never a moment where you wish you could tell him.

Then one night, you break down crying which leads to Perona asking what’s wrong.

You slowly tell her who you are to Mihawk as well as explain how you couldn’t bring yourself to reveal it to him.

Perona then drags you to his room and commences to bang on his door. (Her way of encouraging you to tell him).

It takes a good while of her hitting the door and you standing nervously to the side before Mihawk opens it.

You jump when he asks in annoyance what Perona wants. She’s quick to say that you have something to tell him and leaves before you have a chance to deny it.

Mihawk asks you what is so important that couldn’t wait until morning.

“Did… Did you know I became I pirate so I could look for my father?”

He raises an eyebrow and answers he did not and further questions you if you came here to avenge him. You’re swift to tell him that’s not the case and admit you ran into him a while back. With great hesitance, you tell Mihwak his name.

The silence that follows is nigh unbearable with him giving nothing away. To you, he seemed indifferent about this newfound information which doesn’t help your nerves at all.

He breaks the silence by saying he knew and how you were too much like your mother to be otherwise.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding; it felt as though a weight had been lifted from your chest.

“Um, you don’t have to treat me differently. I, uh, just wanted you to know, but it looks like you already did. Through… can I say it at least once?”

Mihawk raises an eyebrow in curiousity, wondering what it could be.

“I’m glad to have met you, Dad.”

Rob Lucci:

After endless years of begging, your mother finally relents the infomation you so desperately sought from her only because she is on her deathbed and knows very well he’s the only person you have left.

When she passes away, you’re all alone in the world. With your mother’s last words in mind, you set out to find your father.

The days quickly bleed into weeks, the weeks into months, and before you know it, they turn into years. By then, you journey finally takes you to a city called Water 7.

You ask around and learn of a man whose name and description which almost matched the one your mother had given you. However, you didn’t recall your mother mentioning he was a shipwright.

Despite that, you go to Galley-La and take a look around. You spy him at a distance and begin to wonder if you have the right man as you watch him. Your mother had told you he was a dangerous man and had a dangerous job to go along with it. So how could this man be the one you were looking for after all these years?

Rob Lucci catches you staring at him and it’s only then you break your gaze from him and leave in disappointment. However, you’re unaware how his eyes momentary glint with suspicion.

You later find yourself in a tavern called Blueno’s Bar and quickly find a table for yourself. Even though you buy your favorite drink, you couldn’t bring yourself to take a sip and rest your head in your arms. That had been the first lead you had in months and for it to be a dead end, well, lets just say you start to wonder if you were ever going to find your father.

As these thoughts linger in your head, you hear someone pull up a chair and seat themselves across from you. You look up to see the other Rob Lucci from earlier. The companion on his shoulder brought the memory of your mother mentioning how your father had a pigeon that hardly left his side. However, the man in front of you didn’t have the same vibe your mother had described to you. You try to write it off as a coincidence that not only did this man have the same name as your father, but also had the same type of pet too.

Though you start to second-guess yourself as he stares into you with cold eyes. Unnerved, you can barely ask him if he needed something, your own voice barely above a whisper.

Not to your surprise, the pigeon responds (you had seen Lucci use ventriloquism before you had left) and in turns demands why you were at Galley-La.

Giving only the name your mother gave you (you weren’t quite ready to give your surname away), and tell them you were looking for something.

Lucci raises an eyebrow and has the pigeon (you think someone called him Hattori) ask you what it was. You swallow quickly and only say you were searching for someone.

The man’s gaze hardens into a glare and leans forward in his chair to harshly whisper, “Do I look like a fool to you, girl? Did you not think I wouldn’t pay any attention to you spying on me today? Now who are you and what do you want with me?”

Soon pieces of the puzzle begin to fit in place as you remember some other things your mother had told you.

You take a deep breath and all but blurt out, “You had a wife once, didn’t you? But she had to leave and hide somewhere, right? ‘cause it wasn’t safe for her to be with you?”

Lucci stares at you for several seconds and questions how you know that.

You respond by telling him that he didn’t know she was with child when she left.

Several moments of silence pass before you slowly stand up and sofly say, “I know you’re on a job right now, but you don’t have to worry about me interfering. I’ll leave the city as soon as I can. I just wanted to meet you, that’s all. If this is the last time we meet… please let me say this this one time.”

You take a deep breath and speak the words you had started to doubt you’d ever say aloud. “It was nice meeting you, Dad.”

“Red-Haired” Shanks:

You leave home a week or so after the funeral, beginning a journey that lasts a good year or two.

When you finally find him, you try to tell him who you are, but he brushes you off before you have the chance.

You try again only to be brushed off and invited to join his crew.

Seeing as you have nowhere else to go, you accept. In the back of your mind, you wonder if you’re ever going to tell him.

As the years roll by, your attempts of revealing the truth to him becomes less and less. Not entirely because of him though. Eventually, all efforts to tell him are non-existent. You instead vow to tell him when you get strong enough so he could be proud to call you his daughter.

This mindset lasted a good couple of years later until the day came when you bit off more than you could chew.

Were it not for him and the rest of the Red Hair Pirates, your days would’ve come to an end.

After the long battle, you finally give in and go to tell him.

Shanks’ not angry or upset about the fight, which he assumed you were coming to him about.

You take a deep breath and explain why you became a pirate: to look for your father and tell him that’s who he is to her.

Shanks is shocked to say the least. You take his surprise the wrong way and try to leave, only to be stopped by a hug.

He tells you he was devastated when he heard his wife had died, but had no idea he had a part of her this whole time. He questions you why you didn’t tell him sooner and you answer how things kept coming up, but also that it doesn’t excuse it.

Shanks then asks you if you could give him a chance to be a loving father. To which you respond with a smile, “Sure, Dad.”

Later, he enthusiastically introduces you to the crew as his daughter and throws a big party.

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🌱 = a plot I want to write with you

Is “all the plots” an acceptable answer here? No? Well, I definitely am enjoying where our current plotting is heading (not gonna reveal too much here in case people like surprises- lookie, I’m arrogant af too! XD) and I hope we can have great fun with that! I do really want to go deeper into a relationship with these two, since it did seem very strange when their friendship was first revealed (though now after analysis it seems pretty easy to understand). I also would totally be down for like, a modern!Au sorta thing. Perhaps based off of that school omake thing. Just being coworkers and all the modern-day drama that comes of it. 

🌲 = if I ship our characters together

I do like shipping these two. They’re a very interesting combination of characters, and I love the ‘super happy, bubbly person A bothers person B to no end but person B would be so sad if person A was gone so person B just deals with it’ trope. I love looking at it like if it were anyone else causing this much chaos for Mihawk, Mihawk would have little problem putting them in their place. But because it’s Shanks he puts up with it (and not just because a fight with Shanks would be a challenge). If not romantically, I do absolutely love their BroTP too. I think they would get together often to talk about the Strawhats, and their hopes for them. Maybe one day when they’re together, Mihawk starts to talk about Zoro and Shanks doesn’t even interrupt or stop him because he can tell- even though Mihawk is all monotone and showing little emotion- that Mihawk is very excited about Zoro’s future. I like imagining they can read each other very well, and Mihawk can tell when Shanks is being honest or when he’s faking. I’m rambling, but yeah, I definitely love all the relationships between these two.

🌴 = a favorite canon character in my fandom

Okay. I’m sure it’s obvious that I adore Shanks and I could write an essay as to why he’s my favorite character in the series and why love him to pieces. If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t even have gotten into the series. So let me talk about a different favorite character.

I adore Smoker. Well, I adore both Smoker and Tashigi- but I’m going to focus on Smoker a bit right now. I love characters who are frightening on the outside but on the inside are soft as a pillow. And I think Smoker definitely fits that bill. That’s not to say he’s a pushover, of course not, but he’s a really, really kind person. We saw it at the beginning, when the little girl got his ice cream all over his pants. Before that, we had seen Marine captains with frightening reputations harming, even killing, those who crossed them. We saw a lot of corruption. And so here we have this character, introduced as a frightening, terrifying man, but we find out we’ve been tricked. We’ve been doing what we’ve been learning the Marines do to the pirates- painting them all with the same brush. Smoker isn’t angry at the girl, he’s understanding, gentle, and gives her money for more ice cream. He’s even a little silly with his words. He is a good Marine. Yes, he’s an antagonist for the Straw Hats, but he treats them with the utmost respect. Piracy is unacceptable to him, which is understandable, however he also understands the Straw Hats are not the villains most believe them to be. And Smoker takes note of that when he interacts with them. Tashigi as well, actions are more important to them than simple rumors. Smoker is strong and powerful, but he’s also kind and understanding, and he’s handsome so that doesn’t hurt. 

🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom

Hmm. There’s not many characters that I actually dislike, I do enjoy most of them and I can find reasons to like them otherwise if I really dislike a character I just dismiss them and never think of them again, haha. Some characters do make me feel uncomfortable, and I think that’s more on me than anything. One of them is Sakazuki. I know that’s a common one, and I know there are some really talented people in the fandom that have done great work with this character- who I view as a very difficult character to handle. But this character makes me feel very, very uncomfortable. I don’t do well with extremes. Especially extreme negatives. I deal so much in my real life with people who view things as so black and white that it leads to some really bad thoughts and emotions whenever I am faced with a character like Sakazuki. I haven’t learned enough about him to see him as much more than a person who has one mindset, and who acts on that mindset regardless of what other people believe. People like that scare me, and they are so real in every day life and there is so much at risk whenever one has any power. I very much disagree with this man’s view, even if I weren’t introduced to the other side of the world, and his actions have very real in-world consequences. I want to know more about him, and I want to learn more, but I doubt I’ll ever be able to be completely comfortable with him. 

🌾 = my opinion on OCs

I absolutely love OCs. I think they add so much to the world and they really bring a storyline to life. When you have characters existing and living their lives at the same time as chaos is reigning around them, it’s beautiful. Though, I do think that people need to be taking care when making their OCs. I’ve seen some that I start to wonder about, in terms of technicalities and I have seen a few Mary-Sues in my writing time that just make it hard to write with them. But thankfully, there are more people willing to get help for their OCs then there are people who dismiss concerns over their OCs, and it seems to provide a great learning environment for people of all stages of the character creation learning curve. If anyone has any questions or wants any feedback on their OCs, I wouldn’t mind helping out at all. 

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