One Piece x Reader

Stay (Dracule Mihawk x Reader)

You awake slowly, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as they gradually open. But as soon as you can see clearly, something is immediately wrong. You shoot upright in the bed you're in - a bed that is not your own – and look around frantically. The room is bigger than average but not ridiculously huge, and a fireplace crackles quietly in the background. And before you in a chair sits a black-haired man reading a newspaper.

"Who are you, and what am I doing here?"

He looks up, and the color of his eyes shocks you, gold and reminiscent of a hawk's. "So you're awake," he muses. "Well, to answer your first question, I am Dracule Mihawk."

You instantly recognize the name. The man hailed as the greatest swordsman in the world. Your breath catches as you realize the danger you're in company with.

He continues, "As for your second question..." His voice takes on a sharp edge, barely perceptible but still enough to make you bristle. "Perhaps you might be able to answer that yourself."

You put a hand to your temple, sighing. The last you remember is fighting Bartholomew Kuma, one of the Shichibukai, and then soaring through the air.

"I have no idea. I only remember fighting a Shichibukai, flying through the air, and then the next thing I knew I was waking up in an unfamiliar bed.

"I apologize for the disturbance," you say forcefully, "but I'll be leaving now. Do you perhaps have a boat–" Just then, as you're standing, you feel a blind, sharp pain crack through your body like lightning. Mihawk doesn't bother getting up, returning to his newspaper, but he says, "It may be in your best interests to remain here until you're fully healed."

You grit your teeth in both pain and frustration as you do your best to sit back down gracefully. "You'd be fine with that?"

He sighs, standing. "I'd rather suffer the inconvenience than have you dead less than a kilometer off from here." And with that he walks out of the room, only pausing to say, "This will be your room. Come find me if you need something. But I'd rather you don't."

You scowl after him as he leaves. He obviously doesn't want me here, you think. And I don't want to be here either.

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A few days later, when you're able to move without feeling like you're going to be torn in two, you take it upon yourself to get a layout of the place you're to spend the next how many weeks in. It turns out, as you walk around, it's not a house but rather a castle, fit with all the things one might imagine a castle has. At some point in time, you stumble across the kitchen, in which you see none other than Mihawk standing at the counter, cutting a zucchini. He seems especially skilled with the knife, which makes sense if you think about it.

"Need something?"

You blink. "I didn't know Shichibukai cook."

He gives you a side eye, those golden eyes skeptical. "And just how would I eat?"

You frown, ignoring the question and walking into the kitchen. It's organized neatly, like how a kitchen in a restaurant might be. "What are you making?" You ask instead.

"Breaded and baked zucchini."

"Might I have a plate out of that?" Your voice is almost imperceptibly unsure. You don't want to outwardly show that you need to rely on him, but at the same time...

"Do you expect me to let you starve?"

Must he always answer with a question? Your irritation grows. You nod stiffly and leave the kitchen, making a mental note to stay nearby. Not long after, Mihawk walks out of the kitchen with a plate of food and turns down an unknown hallway. You peek into the kitchen to see some nicely plated breaded and baked zucchini – at least, that's what you assume – and take it, leaving the kitchen and heading back to your room. As you walk, you take a bite. You're taken aback by the eruption of flavors in your mouth. Not only does he cook, you think, but he makes good food. You can't help but be impressed.