One Piece Oneshots

Mihawk X Reader

GreenR: okay, that came out almost sickeningly sweet. I think I'm getting Meyer already. If I start writing about fairyvampires, please stop me.

Law: *brings out the shark saw that he got from Arlong after it was repaired* don' worry 'bout it. I got it.

GreenR: *eyes the saw suspiciously* I meant more humane way of stopping, but 'kay.

By the way, I got another question again, sorry I've been missing out on so many: Can I borrow Law from you for a date?

What question is that? Please go ahead and adopt him forever if you want!!

Law: oi, wait- *too late, he's dragged away by the reader (you know who you are) and is soon gone from the sight*

GreenR: oh sweet peace and quiet, here I come!

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You stepped out of the beauty parlor, glancing at the window for a moment to admire your freshly dyed purple hair. Punk rock was exactly your style. Wanting to show the whole world your hair, you decided to walk home, but seeing that the rainclouds started gathering up up in the sky, bus seemed like a better idea.

After few minutes at the bus stop, your ride came, and after getting on it you even managed to get a seat. Those evening buses were usually so crowded you were lucky if you managed to stand and breath there.

Feeling really happy and lucky, you put the headphones on and waited for the ride to be over. But that dickhead who just came on the bus didn't think so. He was obviously drunk, when he stumbled at you, and started talking on a loud and slurry voice.

"Y'know, I'd fuck you if you didn't have so many tattoos," feeling really uncomfortable you shifted so your leather vest was covering most of the tattoos on your shoulders and upper arms, but you could do nothing about those on your wrists and legs, so you just turned the music a little louder and tried to ignore him.

"I said I'd fuck you if you didn't have so many tattoos," the dude repeats, angry that you didn't notice him. By now every time he speaks he spits a little and his dirty blond hair is covering his eyes.

"Leave me alone," you said awkwardly, not wanting to cause a huge fuss.

"Why do you have so many fucking tattoos?" He still won't leave.

"....." you really don't know how to answer that.

"Hey, leave her alone," dark-haired man by the door interrupts, catching your harasser's attention.

"And who are you? Her trash boyfriend? Fucking dykes, all tattooed like fucking sluts," by now he has made the few people on bus look at him with his rambling and seems to enjoy his attention.

The man who tried to help you before steps closer and moves his jacket a bit so only you can see the police badge on his belt. Yasss, that's what I call luck, guys!!

"Miss? Are you okay?"

"Fine, I just wish he would ge away," you almost mumble awkwardly and the cop nods.

''I can make that happen," and only now you realise how scary he looks. Trained, that sure, but what is really scary are these eyes, looking around like the whole world is his prey.

"Oh yeah, and how will you do that?!" Drunk spits, "Who the fuck are you?! I'll fucking kill you!!"

In a whip the drunk is against the wall, arms behind his back so he screams in pain.

"And that's what I was waiting for. Harassing women is enough, but you just threatened a cop. You're batting a thousand tonight," almost all people start clapping and cheering, except for that dude at the corner who plays Pokemon Go. I don't know how it goes for you but I despise the damn game.

"You comin' or not?" The cop looks at you when the bus stops in front of the police station. "You're the victim here, so I need you for the report,"

"Ehh? Sure?" You hurry after him.

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"Naaahhhh.....I don't believe that," your daughter stares at you and you pat her head. She got her fashion sense from you, so her black hair is streaked with blue and hot pink.

"Why not?" You give her the puppydog pout, "you asked how daddy and I met. That's the..... 99% true story,"

"It's the last 1% I'm worried about," she crawls next to you to the couch and yawns, "the true story is probably that you met at the mall or something," you roll your eyes. That little punk is only 6 years old and already questioning everything about that world.

You hear the door click and then footsteps coming towards you. After a few moments familiar dark head pokes in and you smile at him, placing one finger on your lips to motion him to be quiet.

You get slowly up and tip out of your daughter's room, hugging Mihawk.

"How was today? Save any other damsels in distress, or just distressing damsels perhaps?" You joke and he smiles a bit.

"Nah, just that drug case, it keeps dragging on because of the dealer's network that has been destroying the evidence," he rubs his eyes tiredly. "What about you two?"

"Nothing special....oh, right, (whatever you want your daughter's name to be. I would choose Metalicana. Or Jane, but take your pick) asked how I met you. That was fun," your grin spreads wider as you grab the dinner from the fridge and place it on the table.

"Let me guess, she didn't believe a word of it," he says between bites. Honestly, he's great, but he has table etiquette about as much as a pirate.

"Nope, she thinks I made it up," you place your hand on your heart and mock utter distress. "Welp, if I hadn't been there, I wouldn't believe myself. You asked me to sit in the police station for almost three hours until Shanks made you ask me out." His ears and neck turn into a bright crimson tone and you giggle, while he mumbles something about 'exaggerating'.

"T'wasn't so bad,"

"It sure was," you laugh again and hear a noise from your daughter's room, "oh llama, she's up again," but before you can go anywhere, Mihawk is up and gone already.

"I didn't get to say goodnight before anyways," you follow him slowly and stop at the door, looking at him awkwardly talking with the little kid, and smile to yourself.