Sir Crocodile X Reader - Blog Posts

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Word Count: 2K+

Contents: Your boss, Sir Crocodile requests that you attend a gala as his plus one so he can look less suspicious while spying. Feelings bubble to the surface in a night filled with extravagance. (Sir Crocodile x reader, pining, confessions, possessive Crocodile)

Notes: I love this man I really do. I'd do anything he asked me to.

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“You want me to what?”

Crocodile looked up from his papers, “I want you to accompany me to a gala so I can gather some intel.”

You paused for a moment and then pursed your lips.

“You want me to be your plus one to a party so you can spy on people.”

“Problem, darling?” Crocodile smirked.

“Not with the spying part,” you waved your hand. You’d been Crocodile’s personal assistant for several years now. You knew what to expect from your boss, and a completely honest man he was not. 

“Then what’s the issue?”

“It’s a party for people like you,” you gestured to him. “Extravagant rich people who live luxury lives with fine jewelry and fine clothing…Not a party for normal people like me.”

Crocodile raised an eyebrow, “Normal people hm? Well this isn’t a request. It’s an order.”

“Why can’t you go alone?”

“Too suspicious.”

“Well can’t you just hire someone?” You protested. “I’m sure there are loads of women who’d love to hang off your arm at a fancy party for a night.”

“I don’t trust some cheap escort. I trust you,” your boss levelled you with an even gaze as he lit up a cigar.

You sighed heavily.

“This is really non-negotiable, huh?”

“Afraid so, darling.”

“Fine,” you furrowed your brow, “but I’m taking the rest of the day off to go shop for something suitable to wear.”

Crocodile huffed, a cloud of smoke floating out from his mouth.

“There’s no need for that. I’ll have something sent to your apartment this afternoon, but if you want to take the rest of the day to work up the nerve to attend the party with me then go ahead.”

You rolled your eyes at the teasing tone of his voice and simply waved as you left his office.

//

You stood by the front door, anxiously fussing over your appearance in the mirror. 

Crocodile would be arriving soon to pick you up, and even if you’d spent a few hours getting ready, you still didn’t feel prepared.

You looked in the mirror, sliding your hands over non-existent wrinkles in your dress. Someone else from Crocodile’s office had dropped it off that afternoon, and you knew from the brand label on the garment bag that it was expensive. It was breathtaking. Soft, emerald coloured velvet reaching down to the floor, hugging your curves in all the right places. A long slit ran up the side, exposing your leg and the gold heels that had been delivered to you with the dress.

With your hair done up, and a bit of subtle work with your makeup, you’d never felt more extravagant. Or more unfamiliar from your own reflection.

The colour scheme of your outfit was also not lost on you, and you were certain that Crocodile had grinned smugly when picking it out.

You sighed as you examined your appearance again. Just as you were wondering if you could pretend to be ill, you heard a knock at the door.

After another deep breath, you opened it. Crocodile was standing on your doorstep, filling the entire space with his presence.

He didn’t comment on your appearance as you stepped out to meet him and closed the door, merely giving you a quick once-over and huffing his approval. He offered his arm to you, and no sooner had you taken it that you both dissolved into sand, scattering away and reforming on the grand steps of a large estate.

You brushed stray grains of sand off of you as Crocodile smirked slightly.

“I hate when you do that.”

He chuckled lowly and started walking up the stairs, “Come, we wouldn’t want to be late.”

“Sir-”

“Lose the sir.”

You looked up at your boss, who was paused on the steps ahead, looking over his shoulder at you with an expression you couldn’t place.

“You’re not my assistant tonight,” he said softly, before continuing toward the entrance. 

You stood frozen on the steps for a moment as your heart clenched before hurrying to catch up with him.

As you walked through the grand doors, Crocodile tucked your hand into the crook of his elbow. 

“Wouldn’t want you getting lost now would we?” He said lowly, guiding you through the main foyer.

“How in the world would I get…lost…” you trailed off as the two of you stepped into a magnificent ballroom filled with an extravagantly dressed crowd. 

Men in finely cut suits and women wearing exquisite gowns and covered in jewels mingled and laughed. Several waiters weaved through the party, handing out flutes of champagne and hor d'oeuvres. Large granite pillars lined the marble-floored ballroom, and works of art hung from the walls. Across the ceiling, masterfully painted frescoes were illuminated by large chandeliers dripping in crystals.

Crocodile gave you a pointed look and began to lead you through the crowd as you looked around in awe. Somewhere along the way he managed to snag some champagne for both of you, handing you a glass as he whisked you through the crowd.

“So, is this the kind of extravagant luxury you were expecting?” He asked, sipping his champagne.

“Not quite to this scale,” you said, still taking everything in. You took a sip of your drink. “It’s…a lot.”

Crocodile chuckled, “Don’t worry, darling. Just stick with me and everything will be alright.”

As he tucked you into his side and ushered you off into the crowd, you had the feeling things would be much less simple than that.

//

You were bored.

Even with all the sights and the glamour around you, you’d lost interest in the party after the third conversation that Crocodile had toted you along for, and that was an hour ago. Needless to say, you were done mingling for the moment.

You tapped Crocodile’s bicep as you left, and he nodded without breaking his conversation. Then you drifted over to a less crowded part of the room, grabbing another flute of champagne as you went. With your back pressed against the cool, smooth marble of one of the pillars, you let out a soft sigh of relief. 

Despite your outfit and date for the evening, as you gazed out at the crowd, you still felt like a stranger in a new world. A thought briefly ran through your head, of Crocodile with a date much more suited to this extravagance than you. The idea made your stomach churn. Your boss was a busy man, often with little time left for the frivolities of finding a lover, but there had been a few times when he’d ushered some finely dressed woman away to private rooms at the casino. Each time it had not failed to make some twisted jealousy curl through you, immediately followed by guilt for wanting possession over a man you had no romantic claim on.

As you sat there stewing, a space was cleared in the centre of the ballroom and a band settled on a balcony overlooking the floor. Soon after, a dark waltz was floating through the air.

You sipped your drink as you watched couples take to the floor, a presence coming up behind you your only indication that your boss had left his conversation to join you. Crocodile’s hand settled on your back as he took your empty glass, passing it off to a waiter.

“Your mother used to dance, didn't she?” his voice rumbled.

You nodded, your eyes still on the dancers spinning around the floor, “She did.”

“Did she teach you?” Crocodile asked.

“Yes, but that was a long time ago…” 

Crocodile leaned in closer, his voice dropping to near a whisper. “Try to remember…for me.”

A strange feeling came over you. Perhaps it was a combination of the sultry music and the low pitch of his voice as he loomed behind you like a cloak of darkness. All you could do was nod, and let him take your hand as he pulled you out of the crowd.

The feeling of his hook settling around your waist made you look down, and you realized that it wasn’t the one he usually wore. This hook pointed outward slightly at the end, as opposed to his normal hook which followed one continuous curve.

“See something interesting?”

You glanced up, and the neutral expression on his face almost fooled you into thinking the switch was a coincidence. But Crocodile was far too cunning to not have everything worked out beforehand if he could help it, and the calculating look in his eyes told you this was no accident. 

He had planned on dancing with you, so he’d chosen a different hook to ensure he wouldn’t hurt you with the sharp curved tip.

And he knew that you’d figured it out.

Not for the first time that night, words eluded you. You shook your head, and Crocodile merely hummed in response, pulling you a bit closer as he began to lead the two of you around the room.

“Are you enjoying your evening, darling?”

“I am.”

“Good. I know you were concerned about fitting in, but I knew you’d do just fine. You’re with me after all.” 

You could hear the sly smile in his voice, but it didn’t stop you from briefly imagining what it would be like to be Crocodile’s lover. 

It wasn’t the first time that such a thought had crossed your mind. There had been moments in the past when a brush of hands exchanging papers lasted a bit too long, or a shared look had felt a bit too intimate. Crocodile often doted on you, citing your hard work and loyalty as his reasons to send you gifts. 

You’d be lying if you said you harboured no feelings for him. You kept all that tucked carefully away, though, knowing you’d surely be cast off from his side if he ever found out. And yet, in private moments, when you knew you were able to safely think about your desires, his face would cross your mind.

You could feel your cheeks burning a bit, so you focused your gaze on Crocodile’s chest, trying to keep your face from heating under his gaze.

“Mm, took you long enough to reveal yourself.”

Your head shot up, thinking you’d been found out, only to find Crocodile staring out at the crowd. You followed his gaze, seeing two men in sharp suits exchange whispers and begin to head away from the group and down a hallway.

You sighed and shook your head, your boss’ shifted attention allowing you to refocus on what your role was in his life. The song ended, and Crocodile pulled away, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a light kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll find you when I’ve gotten what I needed, darling.”

“Yes, yes, go do something illicit,” you waved him off, deciding to go get another drink. Whether to clear your head or distract yourself, you weren’t sure.

You slid onto a stool at the bar counter, ordering a drink and taking a long sip once it was served to you.

“Get a hold of yourself,” you muttered quietly, rubbing your temple and squeezing your eyes shut. Regardless of who you were posing as tonight, you were Crocodile’s assistant, not his partner. 

With a heavy sigh, you downed the rest of your drink and ordered another.

//

It had been a decent amount of time since Crocodile had gone off. 

You’d remained at the bar, observing the crowd and watching for the return of your boss, but had yet to see him. You were beginning to wonder if you should go look for him when a man slid up next to you, far too close for comfort.

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone at the bar,” the man cooed, and you cringed.

“Just having a drink and waiting for my date.” You turned away, hoping it would dissuade the stranger.

“Your date left you alone? Damn he must be stupid. I’d never leave such a beautiful woman to sit by herself. You never know who could come along and steal her away,” the man said, leaning in closer.

You leaned away, calling over the bartender to settle your tab before you were pursued further.

“Bet I could treat you better than your date.”

“Sorry, I’m not interested,” you said, trying to be polite in the face of the stranger’s inability to read your cues.

You slid off your stool, making to walk away when a hand grabbed your wrist, tugging you back toward the bar.

“C’mon, doll. Give a guy a chance won’t you?” He whispered into your ear.

His hand grazed up your arm, stopping cold when a gold hook yanked him by his tie away from you and toward the snarling expression of Sir Crocodile.

“That’s not yours,” he growled, the stranger’s eyes widening in fear and recognition.

The man struggled as he was held aloft, your boss being a good two and a half feet taller. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t know she was yours! I’ll leave her alone I promise! Let me go, please!”

Crocodile merely sneered, “You think begging will save you?”

You could only stand there frozen and watch. The wrath on Crocodile’s face was something you usually only saw directed at his enemies, but now it was being used in your defence.

No, not just in your defence, out of possessiveness. 

The sound of the stranger continuing to plead for his life took you out of your stupor.

“Crocodile,” you hissed at your boss, watching your surroundings as people started to notice the commotion. “You’re making a scene.”

Your boss finally tore his eyes away from the vicious glare he had been sending the other man and looked down at you. He held your gaze for a few moments before exhaling and dropping the man unceremoniously. Then he stalked over to the balcony off to the side of the ballroom.

You followed hurriedly, nearly jogging to catch up to Crocodile’s long strides. When you emerged, he had already shoved a cigar between his teeth, though he was still frowning as you set your hands on the railing next to him.

The night air was cool, and you tried to take a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart, but all you could focus on was your boss fumbling with his lighter next to you and mumbling curses under his breath. He was angry, and anger made him unfocused. 

You sighed and turned to him, grabbing a hold of his collar and yanking him down a bit so you could reach his face. You took the lighter from his hand, feeling him watch your every move as you easily struck it up and held it to his cigar.

Crocodile’s eyes met yours as the cigar lit, and he held your gaze as he took the first long inhale before straightening up and tilting his head slightly to exhale a cloud of smoke.

He grunted out a thank you, and you nodded. You let him smoke in silence for a while, allowing the nicotine to settle into his lungs and ease his tension. Once you’d decided he’d calmed down enough, you looked up at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” 

“Well too bad,” You said, frowning at him a bit. “What was that back there?”

“He had no right touching you,” Crocodile muttered around his cigar.

“And that gives you warrant to end his life?” You asked, frustration and confusion tinting your voice.

“It does because you’re mine, and nobody touches my things,” he growled, turning his gaze to you.

The fire in his eyes should have been frightening, instead it only made a flicker of heat go through you. 

Crocodile reached out, grabbing your cheeks with his hand. “Sometimes I wonder whether you are truly human, or whether the gods sent you to me as punishment for the deeds I’ve done.” He tilted your face back and forth, examining you. “You bring out a weakness in me I am unable to control. A primal desire to claim you and let no one else have you.”

At this point, you were sure your cheeks were red, and eyes wide from the confession.

“Such a pretty thing, so loyal,” Crocodile murmured, “Forgive me for wanting to keep you all to myself, darling…I’m only a man, and a selfish one at that.”

“Sir,” you whimpered softly, “What does all this mean?”

Crocodile released your face with a sigh and took another puff from his cigar. “It means that I need to face the feelings I’ve been so desperate to quell and ask politely if you’d allow me to court you.”

You stood there in shock, your mind unable to comprehend that your deepest desires were being offered to you freely.

“You…you want to court me?”

“Yes. I want to spoil you in any way that I can and give you everything you want,” Crocodile said earnestly. “I understand this is out of the blue, you can have some time to consider my offer if-”

“Yes.”

Crocodile’s hand paused midway to his mouth, the cigar nearly slipping from his fingers.

“Yes. I want that…I want you,” you said softly, reaching out and gently tracing your fingers across his jaw.

The man let out a pleased hum, stubbing his cigar out and tucking you into his side. “Good. Then let’s leave this stuffy party and go somewhere private. I need a drink, and to properly explain my intentions to you.”

As he whisked you through the ballroom and out of the building, you bit back a smile, content at how he held you closer than he had before, and excited for what was to come.

blowin buggy and afterwards your tongue is stained like blue raspberry

gotta spit out the bits of sand after giving croccy a nice succ

mihawk-tuah

Just... wow.

If you write for him, could I ask for Sir Crocodile who is absolutely WHIPPED for reader? I loveee when he’s portrayed as a hopeless romantic for his partner and it’s even better when reader is the same way towards him ♡ sort of like Mortica and Gomez ^^ (I’m not normal about him I’m sorry LMAOWJDB)

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Pairings. Sir crocodile x fem!reader

summary. Whipped

— (a/n): i am so so super excited for that request, in fact I was waiting for crocodile for so long but got no idea.

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— He is devoted, not desperate.

Crocodile does not chase love—he does not stumble over himself to prove his worth, nor does he fall into the reckless behaviors of men who do not understand the meaning of control. He is not a man ruled by whims, yet when it comes to you, something inside him changes. He does not worship as poets or fools do; rather, he loves you as a man who fully understands what he owns. His love is deliberate, a silent force that weaves itself into your life without request, without question. He is not a beggar at the altar of your love—he is the altar itself, the ground upon which your love is built. His devotion is not a weakness; it is a law—unspoken, absolute, and completely unbreakable.

— Actions over words.

Crocodile is not a man who speaks in vain, nor does he waste his time on great declarations. Words are cheap. He has been a man of power for a very long time to believe in beautiful phrases and fleeting emotions. What he truly believes in is consistency. A gloved hand touching yours—not by accident, but because he wants to feel your presence. The way he ensures you walk on the safe side of the street, a silent habit that has become part of his nature. He watches over you not because he doubts your strength, but because the idea of something happening to you is not a possibility he can accept. Loyalty is not something he gives easily. But you? You hold his loyalty in a way no one else does, and even if he never says it out loud, you will know. You will always know.

— He indulges you—but only you.

Crocodile has no patience for fools. His subordinates know well not to waste his time, and he rarely engages in unnecessary conversations. But with you? His attention is yours alone. It does not matter if you are talking about something important or simply enjoying the sound of your own voice—he listens. He listens in a way that seems indifferent, reclining with a cigar in hand, occasionally letting out a hum or a low chuckle, but he does not miss a thing. He notices every change in your tone, every glance, every small smile that tugs at your lips. And when you turn to him expecting a reaction, he meets your gaze with that same knowing look—because of course he was listening. He remembers details no one else notices and indulges your whims in ways that are so subtle yet so profound that you do not realize how much he spoils you until you think about it.

— The little things he does to take care of you.

If you fight, your weapons are always in perfect condition—not because you asked, but because he made sure of it. There is no spectacle in the way he takes care of you, no unnecessary words or dramatic displays. He simply does. If you forget to eat, he will not scold or argue with you—he will place a plate in front of you, and he will not take no for an answer. If you are hurt, the entire world stops until it is taken care of. His hands—so accustomed to violence—become incredibly gentle when they touch you, his gloved fingers lifting your chin to examine even the smallest wounds. He does not make a fuss, does not overreact, but the tight set of his jaw says everything. His concern is silent but suffocating, woven into the very fabric of your life.

And if someone was the cause of your pain? That is an entirely different matter.

— His temper is controlled, but his rage is not.

Crocodile is not a man who acts on reckless emotion. He does not explode, does not waste his energy on unnecessary outbursts. His anger is quiet, cold, and patient. One glance from him can freeze a man where he stands, and a slow drag of his cigar is the only sign that he is deciding how to handle the situation. If someone hurts you—physically or emotionally—they will not know the moment they sealed their fate. There will be no warning. No second chances.

— He does not threaten. He does not need to.

Instead, things simply happen. Business partners disappear. “Accidents” occur. A man who dared to speak ill of you suddenly finds himself without allies, his empire crumbling beneath him. Revenge for him is easy, simple, effortless. He does not just remove problems—he erases them from existence as if they were never worth acknowledging in the first place.

And you? You do not even need to ask. By the time you mention the offense, it has already been dealt with.

— When he expresses his affection, it is with purpose.

Crocodile is not a man who wastes words. He does not say things he does not mean, and he certainly does not indulge in flowery phrases. But when he speaks to you, when his words are slow and measured, laced with something meant only for you—they carry weight.

“You are the only one who matters.”

Said in the dead of night, when the world is silent and his walls are at their lowest. His voice is rough, weary, but certain.

“I do not trust easily. You know that.”

A simple sentence, but the meaning behind it is undeniable.

And when he says “I love you”—on the rare occasions he does—it is never empty. Never casual. It is a statement, a fact, as unshakable as the empire he has built.

— He lets you in—truly in.

No one sees him as you do. No one sees past the Warlord, the businessman, the criminal. No one else knows what his silence truly means, what lingers behind those sharp amber eyes when no one else is looking. He is a man who does not trust, a man who has built his entire life on control, on keeping people at a distance.

— But you? You are different.

You see the rare moments when he is unguarded, when his head tilts back, eyes closed, exhaling a long breath as the tension drains from his body. When his hand—always gloved, always composed—finds its way to your waist, gripping just enough to remind himself that you are real. When he allows himself to sleep beside you, something he never does unless he is completely at ease.

To the world, he is untouchable. But to you? He is simply yours.

Smoke Break

A collection of fiery, smoky encounters where passion burns as hot as the cigars and blunts exchanged between you and some of the world’s most dangerous daddies i mean men — every kiss laced with smoke, heat, and unspoken desire.

Benn beckman x reader x sanji x smoker x crocodile | ONE SHOT

Tags: fluff, flirty, smok!ng, w3ed mentions, blvnt smok!ng, cigarette smok!n, mouth-to-mouth sm0ke sharing, minor spit description, light nsfw tension

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc

word count: 3.3k

MINORS DNI!!

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

I'm so high in here, been smokin' on this weed

Only drug a bitch is on is the tree

But I lasted ten rounds like a freak

Like a G

Benn Beckman

The deck still stank of gunpowder and sea salt by the time you slumped onto the steps leading up to the helm, boots heavy with exhaustion. Your knuckles throbbed from the earlier brawl with some no-name pirate crew dumb enough to pick a fight with the Red Hair Pirates. You won, obviously—but victory didn’t erase the tight coil of stress still buzzing under your skin.

You dragged your hood up over your head, shielding your face from the low sun. Hands steady, you pulled out a battered little tin from your pocket, the familiar ritual already soothing your frayed nerves. You broke down the nug slowly, fingers working with careful, practiced motions. You barely even registered the distant sound of boots approaching.

Benn Beckman stopped a few feet away, cigarette halfway to his lips, brows lifting slightly at the sight of you hunched over the tray.

He leaned against the rail, arms crossed.

"Rough day?" he drawled.

You didn’t look up right away, just finished rolling your blunt with a lazy flick of your thumb. When you finally glanced his way, your gaze was cool, detached—like you were sizing him up and decided he wasn’t worth worrying about.

"Nothing a smoke can't fix," you muttered, voice low and even.

Benn whistled low under his breath, impressed.

"Didn't think you were the type to roll your own medicine."

You snorted, lighting the blunt with a snap of your lighter.

"Cigs are for rookies," you said, plucking the cigarette from his fingers without asking. You tucked the blunt between his lips instead, your touch casual, intimate.

Benn played along, inhaling deep. His eyes hooded slightly as the taste hit him—stronger, sweeter than he expected.

"Holy shit," he coughed out, laughing.

You took the blunt back from him with two fingers, tapping it lightly against the railing.

"Too much for you, old man?" you teased, the faintest smirk curling at the edges of your mouth.

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated in his chest.

"Old enough to know better. Dumb enough not to care."

You offered the blunt again—not by hand this time, but by leaning in, smoke trailing from your lips in a lazy, tantalizing swirl. Benn caught on quick, closing the small distance between you. His mouth brushed yours just enough to catch the exhale directly, smoke passing from your tongue to his.

The heat flared instantly.

Before you could pull back, he tilted his head slightly, deepening it into a kiss—slow, languid, tasting of smoke and adrenaline. His hand found your jaw, rough thumb grazing your cheekbone with a kind of reverence that didn’t match how fucking cocky he was about it.

When you finally parted, a thin, silver thread of spit clung stubbornly between your tongues until it snapped, leaving a hot smear of want in its wake.

You sat back, lazily dragging the blunt between your lips again. Your expression barely shifted—still that same unreadable cool—but your hooded eyes glittered with something dangerous, something alive.

Benn wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, grinning like he just won the biggest prize in the world.

"You always this generous after a fight?" he asked, voice low and rough.

You exhaled slow, letting the smoke roll between you both like a secret.

"Depends who's asking."

Benn’s grin widened, cigarette long forgotten at his side.

"Good," he said, leaning in close enough that you could smell the faint whiskey on his breath.

"'Cause I’m not planning on being just a one-time habit."

Sanji

The galley was quiet at night, all the chaos of the day gone still. It was your favorite time—when the ship seemed to breathe slow and easy, and nobody was around to bother you.

You sat perched on the counter, blunt half-rolled between your fingers, working fast but precise. You glanced around — no way in hell you could borrow a lighter from anyone without exposing your little habit.

Of course you didn’t bring yours. Of course.

You sighed through your nose and hopped down from the counter, moving toward the stovetop. You twisted the burner’s dial, letting a tall flame lick up from the gas, the soft click click whoosh breaking the silence.

You leaned into the flame, lighting the tip of your blunt directly against it, shielding it with one hand like an old habit.

That’s when you heard a low whistle behind you.

"You know," Sanji’s voice drawled from the doorway, lazy and amused, "most people come to the kitchen for food. Not... that."

You turned slightly, the blunt between your lips, glowing softly as you took your first pull. You held his gaze through the smoke, your expression unreadable, unbothered.

"Guess I’m not most people," you said coolly, exhaling a slow, thick ribbon of smoke into the low light.

Sanji didn’t flinch. Didn't fawn.

Instead, he grinned, a slow, dangerous curve of his mouth as he stepped into the kitchen, cigarette tucked behind his ear, hands sliding easily into his pockets.

"You could've just asked for a light," he teased, voice like silk and heat. "I would've given it to you. Anything you want."

You shrugged one shoulder, casual.

"Not exactly advertising my hobbies."

Sanji stopped a few feet away, head tilting just slightly, studying you. You could feel the weight of his gaze — not heavy, not invasive — just... there, like a hand trailing just over your skin without touching.

"You're full of surprises," he murmured, voice dipping lower.

You took another hit, slow and deliberate, letting the thick taste settle on your tongue. As you exhaled, Sanji moved closer, crossing into your space so naturally it felt like gravity.

"Mind if I...?" he asked, eyes dropping to the blunt between your fingers.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned forward slightly, parting your lips just enough to offer the smoke right to him.

Sanji caught the game instantly.

He plucked the cigarette from behind his ear and set it on the counter. Then he leaned in, mouth brushing dangerously close to yours—not kissing, not yet—and drew the smoke straight from your mouth with a slow, deep inhale.

His hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, thumb brushing the warm skin behind your ear.

When he exhaled, it was right against your lips, warm and intoxicating.

The space between you crackled.

You barely had time to process before he closed the gap completely, his mouth pressing to yours in a kiss that was all slow burn, all slow claiming. His grip tightened just a little, guiding you against the counter behind you without force—just the kind of confident pressure that made your stomach flip.

You kissed him back, matching his heat with your own, the taste of smoke and fire mixing between your tongues. When you finally parted, a thin, sticky thread of spit clung between you, snapping when you tilted your head back, breathless but still wearing that same cool smirk.

Sanji stayed close, his forehead brushing against yours, his fingers still tangled loosely in your hair.

"You," he said, voice low and warm, "are way too dangerous to be left alone in my kitchen."

You chuckled, flicking ash into the sink.

"Then don’t leave," you said, voice lazy, teasing.

Sanji smiled against your cheek, teeth just grazing your skin as he whispered,

"Wasn't planning to."

And from the way his hand slid down to your hip, you knew he meant it.

Smoker

The port was busy, noisy, and reeking of salt and sweat.

Perfect place to disappear for a while.

You slipped between two battered brick buildings, finding a patch of shade away from the main street. No patrols, no Marines. Just the low hum of the sea and the sharp scratch of your lighter as you tried, once, twice — and cursed under your breath.

Dead. Perfect.

You rolled the unlit blunt between your fingers, considering your options. Borrowing a lighter wasn’t on the table — too many judging eyes. Especially for someone like you, already treading too close to the Navy's leash.

"Problem?"

The deep, rough voice made you freeze. A shadow stretched into the alley. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.

Vice-Admiral Smoker stepped into view, coat draped over his broad shoulders, two cigars clamped between his teeth, smoke curling around his head like a storm cloud.

You gave him a flat look, the blunt dangling lazily from your lips.

"No lighter," you said simply.

Smoker snorted, amused in that dry, almost imperceptible way of his. He pulled one cigar free and tucked it into his coat, flicking his silver lighter open with a smooth motion.

He lit his remaining cigar, took a deep drag — and then, without saying a word, held the lighter out to you.

You raised an eyebrow but leaned forward, cupping a hand around the flame as you lit the blunt, your face close enough to his chest that you could smell the faint scent of smoke, leather, and something warmer underneath.

You inhaled slow, savoring the first pull, then leaned back against the rough brick wall with a sigh.

"Didn't peg you for the sharing type," you said, smoke curling from your mouth.

Smoker grunted, replacing the cigar between his lips.

"Don't make me regret it," he said, but there was no real bite in his voice.

For a moment, you just stood there, passing slow, lazy pulls between you. The world outside the alley blurred into meaningless noise.

Then, bold from the buzz creeping in your veins, you leaned forward again—holding the blunt between your fingers—and offered the smoke directly to him, a silent challenge.

Smoker’s gaze sharpened slightly, amused. He plucked the cigar from his mouth and stepped into your space, his broad chest almost brushing yours.

Without hesitation, he caught the smoke straight from your lips, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of him — and then, instead of pulling back, he kissed you.

It was rough at first, full of the same heat and tension that always seemed to spark between you. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, fingers pressing firmly as he tilted your head back just slightly.

You opened for him without thinking, the kiss deepening into something slower, hotter — tongues brushing, breath hitching between you. His mouth tasted of smoke and salt and something that was just him.

The world outside the alley dissolved entirely.

When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t messy — just breathless, lingering. His forehead rested against yours, both of you catching your breath in the haze of smoke curling between you.

"You," he muttered, voice low and thick, "are nothing but bad news."

You smirked against his lips, your hands still fisted loosely in the fabric of his coat.

"Good thing you’re terrible at saying no," you murmured.

Smoker let out a rough, half-laugh, half-growl, and kissed you again—deeper, slower, like he had no plans to stop this time.

And honestly, neither did you.

You barely had time to settle into the heat of Smoker’s mouth again, the slow grind of his body pressing yours back against the brick wall, when—

"S-smoker-san?!"

The sharp voice cracked through the alley like a gunshot.

Both of you froze.

Smoker broke the kiss with a low, almost feral growl under his breath, his hand still curled possessively around your waist.

You cracked one eye open lazily, barely lifting your head from Smoker’s shoulder to glance toward the entrance of the alley.

Tashigi stood there, sword awkwardly bumping against her hip, her entire face rapidly turning the color of a boiled lobster.

"I— I— I was looking for you to discuss patrol routes— but I can—! I can come back later!" she sputtered, already halfway turning on her heel, practically tripping over herself to get away.

Smoker let out a long, slow exhale through his nose, the kind of breath that usually meant someone was about to get absolutely wrecked—but he didn’t move away from you. His hand stayed right where it was, fingers still flexing slightly against your hip.

"You’d better," he said, loud enough for Tashigi to hear as she fled back into the chaos of the port.

You couldn't help it—you laughed. A low, smoky sound that vibrated against his chest.

"Think we traumatized her," you said, voice rough with amusement.

Smoker shot you a sideways glare, but there was no real fire behind it. If anything, he looked... pleased. Dangerous. Like a man who didn’t give a damn who saw what he wanted.

"Serves her right for barging in without knocking," he muttered, gruff.

You arched a brow, grinning lazily up at him.

"Maybe you should install a door in your alleys."

Smoker huffed a laugh — a real one, low and brief — and bent to kiss you again, less careful this time. Hotter, a little messier. His free hand finally dropped the half-burned cigar, grinding it under his boot as he pressed you back into the wall, fully claiming your mouth again like he had all the time in the world.

And honestly, for once, you hoped he did.

Crocodile

The lounge was dim, soaked in the kind of golden light that made everything seem a little more expensive than it probably was.

Low jazz music played from hidden speakers, and the soft clink of chips and whiskey glasses filled the background.

You slouched lazily in a velvet armchair near the back, rolling the blunt between your fingers, cool and unbothered. No one really noticed you here — not with the heavyweights and high-rollers stealing the spotlight.

But, of course, he noticed.

You felt it before you saw him — a shift in the room’s atmosphere, a change in the way conversations dropped to murmurs.

Crocodile’s presence was like a thundercloud creeping over sunny skies.

You kept your expression blank, indifferent, even as you realized your lighter was nowhere to be found.

Perfect.

Exactly what you needed.

You sighed, the blunt sitting unlit between your lips, considering your next move.

A shadow fell across your table. You didn’t bother looking up.

"Need something?" Crocodile’s voice rumbled, amused.

You tilted your head slightly, fixing him with a bored stare, the blunt still balanced at the corner of your mouth.

"Seems I’m short a flame," you said, voice dry.

Crocodile’s lips curled around his cigar, eyes gleaming with something sharp and entertained.

He didn’t say a word.

Instead, he bent slightly at the waist — slow, deliberate — bringing the burning tip of his cigar close to the end of your blunt.

Too close.

He stopped just shy, forcing you to lean in to meet him.

You exhaled through your nose, slow and steady, and leaned forward, lips brushing barely near his cigar, lighting your own off the glowing ember. The flame caught with a faint crackle, a tiny hiss.

The whole time, Crocodile didn’t move an inch.

The smell of smoke, expensive leather, and something faintly spiced wrapped around you like a second skin.

You leaned back into your chair, taking a long, slow pull from the newly lit blunt. The first hit bloomed warm in your lungs. You exhaled lazily toward the ceiling, your eyes half-lidded.

"You're welcome," Crocodile said, voice dripping with dry amusement, straightening to his full height.

You tapped ash into a crystal ashtray nearby without even glancing at him.

"Didn’t say thank you," you replied coolly.

He chuckled — a low, dangerous sound that vibrated in the base of his chest.

"Didn't expect you to."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The tension crackled softly between you, thick and slow, like molasses dripping from a knife.

Crocodile shifted, the gold of his rings catching the low light as he pulled a chair up to yours — close enough that his knee brushed yours under the table.

Deliberate.

Territorial.

"You planning to cause trouble tonight?" he asked, cigar smoke curling lazily around his words.

You blew out another cloud of smoke, just as lazy, just as unbothered.

"Depends," you murmured, voice low. "You planning to stop me?"

Crocodile smirked around his cigar, eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry.

"Not tonight."

He sat back, perfectly relaxed, the image of a king amused by the antics of his favorite piece.

You could feel his eyes on you as you smoked, weighing every slow drag, every lazy exhale.

Watching.

Waiting.

The house always won in places like this.

And tonight, it was clear you weren’t going anywhere.

The minutes slipped by in a slow, heavy haze.

The blunt burned low between your fingers, each drag slower than the last. Across the small table, Crocodile watched you like a predator sizing up easy prey — not rushing, not moving, just waiting for the exact right moment.

You met his gaze through the rising smoke, your face blank, but your heart starting to thrum a little harder behind your ribs.

He shifted finally, leaning forward slightly, elbows braced on his knees. The gold of his rings caught the light again, flashing like a warning.

"Come here," he said lowly, almost conversational, like you were a thing he fully expected to obey.

You didn't move immediately. You took another lazy pull from your blunt instead, blowing the smoke off to the side with a small smirk. Testing him. Pushing.

Crocodile huffed a small laugh under his breath, all amusement gone razor sharp.

Without warning, he reached across the table, hand catching you by the wrist — not rough, but firm, dragging you forward until you were pulled out of your chair and into his space.

The blunt dangled forgotten from your fingers as he leaned in — close enough that you could see the faint scar cutting across his face, the glint of amusement and warning in his heavy-lidded eyes.

He reached up with two fingers, plucking the blunt casually from your grip and setting it in the ashtray with a careless flick.

"You’re slow," he murmured, voice like warm gravel. "Let me show you how it's done."

You barely had time to process it before Crocodile’s lips crashed into yours.

It was rough — like he was making a point. His mouth devoured yours with an intensity that was unexpected, yet exactly what you needed. His cigar still burned between his fingers, and before you even had the chance to think about it, he tilted the cigar toward your lips, offering the smoke as you kissed.

The warm, glowing tip of the cigar hovered near your mouth, and you instinctively opened up, taking in the deep, spicy taste as you inhaled. The heat of it filled your lungs, mixing with the taste of Crocodile’s kiss — rich, dangerous, intoxicating.

You pulled back just a bit, lips brushing against his, then exhaled slowly, the smoke curling out from your mouth and into his.

Without breaking eye contact, Crocodile inhaled the smoke you gave him, his gaze darkening as he held it in for a beat, then exhaled it slowly, sending it back toward you.

The air was thick now, saturated with smoke and the lingering taste of him. Every breath felt like it stretched the moment, making it last forever, and yet, you knew it was only a brief exchange.

When he pulled away, his lips were curved into that same smug, dangerous smirk.

"Better," he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction. "Now you’re getting it."

You smirked back, though your chest felt a little tighter than it had before.

"You’re insufferable," you said, the words coming out softer than you intended, but your heart was still racing in your chest.

Crocodile chuckled low, the sound like a dangerous promise.

"Only when it suits me," he said, leaning back in his chair and taking another slow drag from his cigar. He didn’t look at you directly but you could feel the weight of his gaze on your lips. "You’ll learn, eventually. That’s how the game is played."

You stayed there, breathless and still, as the tension simmered between you.

The house always won.

And tonight, you were playing Crocodile's game

Crocodile’s Tears- Part Four- Rescue Mission

Sir crocodile x Fem!reader , Doflamingo x Sister!reader

In which you are trapped with Doflamingo and the “family” but your husband is on his way…

TW, Angst, mentions of serious violence, suicidal thoughts, Doflamingo abuses reader. Crocodile comes to the rescue.

Your Pov

Two months have passed since Doflamingo had admitted to murdering our brother Rosi. Three months that I’ve had to keep up appearances all because I’m terrified that I’ll end up just like him. Doflamingo has become closer to me claiming that I’m the last part of his past family and he doesn’t want anything to happen to me. Truthfully, I think he just wants to control me and the ounce of freedom I had left.

No matter where I go, or what I do, he’s always watching. He always has someone looking out for me. Even if it’s just to go to the Saturday market or to read in my room.Someone is always watching. The only real privacy I have is when I go to the bathroom. Although, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if that becomes watched too. I’m terrified daily and the past mental trauma I’ve mostly healed from has come back, and it’s worse than it was before. I feel I'm losing who I am and becoming the scared little girl I use to be. The girl who lost her mother to a curable illness and father to her deranged brother. When I was younger I convinced myself that Doffy killing our father was justified. That our father's radical ideas killed our mother, so for years I deluded myself into praising my big brother for his terrible act.

Suddenly, a booming knock on my door startled me out of my thoughts, as my heart felt like it leapt out of my already aching chest. I scrambled to open the door quickly, fearing the worst if I didn't. As I opened the door I was unfortunately greeted with the sight of the evil I feared the most. We stared at each other for a moment. His malicious grin staring back at me as he towered above me suffocating me. I stared into the red of his glasses that hid the truth in his eyes filling me with a dread that I never knew I could feel.

"Well, aren't you going to greet your big brother, Y/n." Doflamingo sneered pushing his way through the door.

"H-hello brother." I greeted stumbling back a bit but catching myself as to not look weak in front of him.

"You haven't been very friendly with the family, our family." He spoke grabbing my face.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't been feeling well lately and I didn't want to involve them." I replied sounding as sincere as possible.

"They are family Y/n, I'm sure they can handle it." Doflamingo snapped. "Why haven't you come to me?" He asked bending down to my height

"I guess I didn't want to involve you too, brother." I softy said keeping my eyes on his crimson glasses.

"I hope this isn't about Corazon. Because that traitor doesn't deserve your sadness Y/n." He frowned as I felt heart beat on my ribs.

"Of course not." I stammered trying to push the thoughts of my murdered brother out of my head.

"Oh really, then why are you lying!" He yelled as he quickly knocked over the standing mirror to the left of us.

"I'm not!" I yelled

"Yes you are! How dare you think of him! He never loved you, I did! He abandoned you for the Marines! He abandoned us you stupid girl!" Doflamingo spat coming so close I could feel his spit on my face. My anger began to flow as all of the fear I felt recently seemed to disappear.

"He did what he had to to stay far away from you! You fucking psycho!" I screamed looking at him with pure hatred.

Suddenly, I found myself on the ground. My body stung and my face felt red hot with searing pain. Then, without warning, my stomach my hit over, and over, and over again. I couldn't think, I couldn't move as I could feel my blood all over me. My vision was cloudy with red and then suddenly, I felt nothing at all.

Hours Later...

Hell, this was hell. I woke up from the most horrible nightmare, except it was my new reality. Doflamingo had beaten me so badly that I couldn't move. My body was in so much pain that even the slightest movement hurt. Even breathing seemed impossible in my current state. However, what made it worse was that he was seated next to me crying hysterically, and that terrified me more than anything else. I slowly looked at him showing my emotion in my eyes as my face hurt too much to move. He took notice of my eyes on him and make an unfamiliar face.

"Y/n, you're awake! I'm so sorry I hurt you, my dear sister!" He spoke uncharacteristically. I didn't respond, not like I could anyway. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything." He attempted to comfort. "I wish you didn't say all those things Y/n. If you hadn't this would have never happened. I promise it will never happen again, as long as you behave yourself." Doflamingo promised "I love you sister, and nothing will ever keep me from you again."

My eyes widened by what he did next, as the horror of my new reality set in again. He kissed my cheek and softly caressed my other. His tears fell upon my face making me cry out from the stinging sensation of them. He paid no attention to my cries and instead placed his massive head onto my belly. He stayed there for a long time crying and singing to himself as I lay there helpless as my pain got worse. And then, he lifted his head, took his signature glasses off and stared at me with eyes I hadn't seen since I was a child. Those brilliant blue eyes stared into mine sending shivers through my abused body.

"I've called for the Tonttata Princess to come and help ease your pain my sweet sister. But, you needed to suffer for a while, so you could understand how you have made me feel. I never wanted to do that to you, but it had to happen." He cooed giving you one last kiss on my bruised cheek. He then placed his glasses back on his face as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Because now those foreign blue eyes wouldn't be staring straight into my weary soul.

———

After a few moments, the tiny princess came into the room along with two of Doflamingo's guards. She looked at you and tears left her. Not out of sadness but of anger for Doflamingo. She knew who you were, everyone in the castle did, but she definitely never expected to see you in such a state.

"Heal her." Doflamingo commanded scaring the captured princess.

"Y-yes, young master." She squeaked

Soon, the light of her healing devil fruit powers illuminated your body. She placed her hands gently on your body, making sure not to bring you further discomfort. suddenly, your body was encompassed in light and the searing pain you had felt for hours was going away. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt so safe and comfortable. This princess's powers were remarkable and you just wished she wasn't being held captive too.

"All done, she might feel sore for awhile and some of the bruises might return, but all of the major injuries are gone." The Princess told Doflamingo, her eyes not meeting his.

"Good, return the princess to her room. I need to speak to her alone." Doflamongo cheered

Once everyone but you and Doflamingo were out of the room, he suddenly engulfed you into a hug. You froze not knowing what to do in this situation. You heard him sniffling as he held you closer to him. He stroked your hair pushing you further into his toned chest.

"Will you forgive me?" He then asked nuzzling intro your hair

"Yes." You whispered fearing if you said anything else that you would end up in in the same situation as you did just moments ago.

"That makes me happier than you could ever understand, Y/n." Doflamingo spoke as he lifted your head and placed an uncomfortable kiss on your temple. "Despite what you might think you are better off with me than you are with that cranky man you once called your husband. I hope you know that." He added stroking your once bruised cheek.

"Yes." You spoke again still fearing your previous fate.

"You've always been such a good girl, guess that's why mother and father adopted you." He laughed still holding your shaking body against his. "You are the most precious thing to me now, and nothing is ever going to stop that. And no one will take you away from me, I promise this to you." Doflamingo spoke confidently.

———

For the next couple of weeks, this became your new routine. Doflamingo would be mad at something and would come to you for comfort. Despite all of the promises that no harm would come to you by anyone else, he made no such promises for himself. So, instead of talking he would thrash you around like he did all of those weeks ago. And just like all of those weeks ago, the captured princess would be taken from her cell and come heal your abused body. You had became so accustomed to this, that you almost looked forward to the beating just so you could feel her beautiful light around your body. In a twisted way it became your personal drug. When he wasn't beating you, he would force you to come everywhere with him, almost as if you were his dog. He even closed your flower shop due to you not being able to be close enough to him.

Your mind often drifted to happier places when it could. Whenever you dreamed it would only be of your past life with Crocodile. His warmth and embrace comforted you during the times you were alone in cold room. His voice sometimes echoed through your mind, making you smile even when you forgot how to. The love you shared with Crocodile was gone now, but your memories of him would never be forgotten. You resented your decision to leave him, especially with the current situation you were in now. You wished you had just stayed and tried to talk to him. Things with your husband weren’t perfect, but you knew deep down that he really did love you. And now all you craved was to be set free from this nightmare and be back in his warmth.

Although, you craved him in ways you never had before, part of you feared that he no longer wanted you. That even if he knew of your situation and changed heart that maybe it was too late now. Your last conversation was proof of that, but you figured if you could change so could he. Though, given how stubborn your husband can be, you thought that wasn’t likely. What you did know was that you were stuck in this beautiful country with the most vile man of all. And to top it all off, there was nothing you could do to stop it. Nothing anyone could do now to stop it. And that thought terrified you like no other. So much so that you thought death was a better option than continuing to endure this hell.

———

One Month Earlier…

Crocodile’s Pov

"Sir, we found the man you were looking for." Daz said as he walked in with the man we've been looking for.

"Took you long enough to come, your abilities are very important to us." I replied looking at the man we've been seeking for a month now.

"Forgive me, Mr. Crocodile, I was on other business you see." Mr. Ryzaon spoke giving me a half-assed apology.

"Will you be able to do as requested?" I asked glaring at me man in front of me.

"Of course I will, there is no place I cannot break into." He boasted

"Good, we must leave at once then. It'll take a month to get to Dressrosa , maybe slightly longer, and I don't wish to leave my wife there any longer than she needs to be." I spoke urgently

"Of course Sir, I'll pick her up and bring her safely back to you!" Mr. Ryzaon assured." Although, there is still an issue of my payment," He whispered leaning far too close making me scowl at the foolish man.

"You'll get paid as soon my wife is safely back in my arms!" I snapped slamming my fist down on my wooden desk.

"O-of course, Mr. Crocodile! Naturally!" He stuttered bowing his head

I scoffed in response and gestures to Daz to prepare the ship to voyage to Dressrosa. Once him and Mr. Ryazon left, I prepared myself for the important voyage ahead. Rescuing her from her criminally insane brother is by far the most important task at hand. No further business mattered until she was safe with me once again.

In all of the years I’ve known Doflamingo, I’ve never once wanted to do business with him. He’s far too cunning and unpredictable. I, of course, got swept up in his “family business” because I married his sister. She was too irresistible not to have, no wonder Doflamingo wanted her back. Only now I fear what he’s done to my sweet wife and what horrors she must have seen or endured.

I pinched in between my brows out of frustration due to the uncertainty of the situation at hand. This plan I’ve come up with has a chance of success, though it’s very slim. But no matter what happens, she I’ll come back with me and will never see that shitty bird man again. I don’t care if she hates me for it, I will get her back.

One Month Later…

“Sir, due to bad weather, we are going to be delayed for two days.” Daz informed me staring at the sea in front of him.

“We should’ve picked a better man to steer this dammed ship!” I spat clenching my fist.

“I agree Sir, but this was the best captain we could find on such short notice.” Daz replied

“Even if we have to go to war, I will get my wife back!” I proclaimed

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Daz spoke softly.

I hummed in response as I proceeded back to my quarters deciding to go over my plan for the hundredth time that day. Once, I was done I sat back in my chair staring up at the ceiling. My urge to just fly over to Dressrosa right now was high, but I couldn't be so rash. Especially since my wife's life was on the line.

———

Two Days Later...

The operation to rescue Y/n was finally at hand. It was dark out , nearly midnight, and the ship was eerily quiet as everyone Crocodile employed for this were awaiting their silent orders.Crocodile himself started to feel an uncomfortable anxiety wash over him at the thought of this mission failing. Although, he had some faith in the man he hired to rescue you. Mr. Ryazon was a man with spotless track record and his devil fruit abilities were perfect for the important job at hand.

"Sir, it's nearly time." Daz Bones whispered to Crocodile.

"Good, now make sure he knows that if he harms a her in any way that Doflamingo will be the last of his worries." Crocodile threatened looking ahead at Dressrosa that stood in the distance.

"Yes sir." Daz replied following orders.

Once at Mr. Ryazon's quarters Daz replayed the information his boss gave him making Mr. Rayazon turn slightly pale.

"Of course I will not harm her. I'm not a fan of violence, especially that against women. My skills are only for retreaving, I can assure you." He replied with a scowl.

"Get ready, you are to leave for Dressrosa in a few minutes." Daz spoke ignoring Mr. Ryazon's anger.

"I don't see why we need to be so damn far away. I'm very stealthy you see." Mr. Ryazon argued as he stood next to Daz.

"They have a devil fruit user that has a long range clairvoyance. It's risky just having you go there let alone an entire ship." Daz spoke staring at the shorter male.

"This girl better be worth a hell of a lot for me to be risking my life like this!" Mr. Ryazon complained pushing past Daz in a pout. He hen made his way to the front of the ship where Crocodile stood. "Alright Crocodile, lets gets this done, I don't want to be stuck here longer than I need to be." He whined

"Neither do we." Crocodile mumbled "Your boat is ready, including all of the supplies you might need." He added

"I don't need much Sir, my devil fruit powers should prove that." Mr. Ryazon boasted making his way to the boat.

"Make sure that you are back here by dawn or else." Crocodile warned

"I'll get it done before that, I can assure!" He yelled as he began rowing away from the ship.

"If he isn't back by dawn I'll rescue her myself and kill him." Crocodile thought to himself as he watched smaller boat disappear into the fog.

———

You stood at the only window in your room, looking out at the sleeping city. It was nearly two in the morning now as had only just left Doflamingo side after being practically glued to it all day; not by choice. He was reasonable today and didn't lay a single hand on you that caused you any pain. Even though you had a break from his constant torment, you couldn't feel at ease knowing that it could change in a split second. Your body trembled at the thought of him coming into your room or any of the "family" for that matter. You were transfixed on the soft light illuminating from the city as well as the faint sound of the waves, that you failed to sense the man who stood only three feet from you.

"Hello miss-" The man spoke

"What the hell!" You yelled pressing yourself against the window. "Who the hell are you?" You questioned feeling terribly scared

"Shhhhh, I'm here to rescue you! Crocodile sent me! My name is Mr.Ryazon!" He whisper yelled

"What?" You spoke just barely a whisper.

"Are you deaf or something? They didn't mention that." Mr. Ryazon deadpanned

"N-no, I'm in disbelief!" You shot back. "He came for me." You spoke softly feeling ounce hope for the first time in months. Then without warning a loud knock was heard on your door.

"Dammit, the plan's gonna go south." Mr. Ryazon complained looking for a place to hide.

"Ms. Donquixote! Is everything alright?" Of of the guards stationed outside of your room questioned.

"Y-yes, I just bumped into the side of the bed!" You called back hoping to God that they bought your lie.

"Are you injured? I'm going to call the Young Master just in case!" They replied making your heart stop.

"T-that won't be necessary!" You stammered

"It'll only be a moment Ms." The guard assured

"Shit!" You whispered to yourself when suddenly you felt a hand grabbed onto your arm.

"I can't fight for shit so we need to run! This operation was suppose to run smoothly but if Doflamingo is coming, we are both dead." Mr. Ryazon spoke seemingly scared.

"Who's voice was that?" The guard once again asked

"We gotta go now!" Mr. Ryazon spoke urgently tugging you along.

"How are we going to get out of here?' You questioned realizing how high your room stood in the castle.

"Don't worry about that now, just hold onto me!" He spoke holding my body by my waist. "And do not let go or you will die!" He added staring directly into your soul.

"N-no problem!" You chirped wrapping your arms around him. `

Then, without warning, you both were suddenly engulfed into the floor. To you, it felt like falling and you couldn't help but let out a quick scream as you held onto this man for dear life. The sensation only lasted fro a moment before the two of you were safely on the ground. Your eyes widened with shock as you stared at the man that was still holding your now shaking body.

"Impressed are we?" Mr. Ryazon smirked

"How the hell did you do that?" You asked ignoring his question

"I'll tell you once we are on the boat. For now, we need to hurry or we are both going to end up dead, me more so." He said letting you go by the waist and grabbing your hand instead.

"Fine by me!" You smiled letting him guide you out of the city. Although, still fearing may Doflamingo catch up to you both.

———

"Oh Fuck!" he guard standing outside of y/n's room yelled looking at the now empty room. He rushed throughout the castle to where his Young Master was."Sir, Sir!' The guard yelled urgently

"What is it?" Doflamingo asked sitting at his desk doing some paperwork.

"Sir, its your sister." The guard reluctantly spoke

"What about her?" Doflamningo questioned feeling his anger spike

"S-shes not in her room Sir!" he trembled

"What do you mean she's not in her room?" Doflamningo inquired standing up slowly from his desk.

"Well sir-" the guard started only to have his conversation cut short by Doflamingo grabbing him by his neck and lifting him up in the air.

"You let her escape!" Doflamingo roared squeezing the guard's neck harder making his face turn a deep shade of purple.

The guard struggled against the mighty strength of his Young Master. However, all of his struggles were useless as Doflamingo broke his neck just as easily as breaking a toothpick. He then tossed the now dead guard aside as he quickly left his office but not before grabbing his Den Den Mushi.

"All guards on the island must bring back my sister. She is not in her room!" Doflamingo yelled into his Den Den Mushi that was connected to the guards main quarters. "Whoever can bring her here unharmed, will receive a bountiful reward!" He added hoping this would speed their search.

Doflamingo then began his search for his sister on his own as he attached his strings to the few clouds above hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Although, what he didn't know was that she was already at the secret location that Mr. Ryazon had hidden his boat.

"I'll find you Y/n and when I do you'll receive more than a beating." Doflamingo thought to himself as he continued his search all over "his" kingdom.

———

"Get in the boat girl!" Mr. Ryazon whisper yelled tugging at your hand

"I'm going!" You snapped back quickly getting into the small boat nestled between two big rocks.

"Hold on miss! The sea is a bit rocky this at this time of night!" He spoke as he began pushing the boat against the strength of the waves.

As he pushed the boat with you in it, you noticed a group of people in the distance holding guns in their arms. Their uniforms were so familiar to you know that you knew exactly who they were and who they worked for.

"Hurry! My broth-, Doflamingo's soldiers are coming!" You warned him.

"Shit! Grab some oars and start rowing!" Mr. Ryazon commanded as he swiftly got into the boat.

You nodded at him grabbing a set of oars and quickly putting them into place. You then started rowing as hard as you could. These past months being confined had made you weaker than you usually were, but you carried on hoping that whatever strength you did have, would be enough. Soon, both you and your rescuer fought through the rough waves together, with Mr. Ryazon leading the way. The soldiers of your retched brother now fading from sight, just like the country you were trapped in. Your anguish was now fading away, but not your new found anger. You and Mr. Ryazon rowed together for sometime before you began to wonder when you'd be at the ship.

"How much longer till we are at the ship?" You questioned realizing you were about to see your husband after a long time.

"Nervous are we?" Mr. Ryazon inquired teasing you a bit.

"Didn't realize you were paid for idle chit chat." You teased back

"I'm not, but there is nothing wrong with a simple conversation." He replied shrugging his shoulders.

"Fair, I guess I am." You spoke softly taking notice at the slight change of color in the sky.

"I've only known the man for a month but from what I do know is that he's obsessed with you." Mr. Ryazon said now noticing the slight change in color too. "Seems like that man would go to hell just to get you back." He added speaking softly

"I guess he and I have a lot to talk about." You replied feeling your nervousness go down a little.

"Well, well be there in a few moments so start preparing." he chuckled as the sky got even brighter than before.

"Will do." You smiled "Now since we have some time, how the hell did we fall through the floor." You questioned making the man in front of you sigh slightly.

"Guess I'll tell you since you asked me so nicely. I ate the phase-phase fruit and so now my body and whatever my body comes in contact with. He explained

"Ahh, that's so fun. Bet it makes you a hell of a thief." You complimented.

"Why thank you miss." He replied

"Is that it? You asked hopefully looking at the ship off in the distance.

"Yep! Thank god we made it in time!" He cheered turning his head to look at the ship now illuminated in the distance.

You stared at your new found vessel of freedom and new beginnings. A hopeful feeling bubbled up inside you at the reunion of you and your husband. Though dread also followed as you and your rescuer slowly made your way to the vessel. You rowed closer and closer until a tall figure loomed over head. You squinted trying to see if you recognize the the figure. As the sun shone more brightly and as your boat drew closer you saw it, you saw him. Your boat now at the side of the ship ready for you and Mr. Ryazon to ascend into the ship.

Your breath hitched as you saw him while climbing the ladder of the ship, still looking as handsome as the last time you laid eyes on him. His steel eyes never left yours either as they had a familiar softness to them. The same ones you had seen for years. The same ones he had on the day of your wedding. You felt so lost in them even as he came closer to your smaller self, your own eyes never left his.

The crowd surrounding you both seemed to fade away as he stood before you. The sun had risen giving you an ethereal glow that made Crocodile's heart beat faster. His hand then reached out for your face making you flinch away from his touch. He took notice of your reaction to such a simple gesture and his anger for your brother grew stronger.

"You're safe now Y/N." Crocodile spoke softly looking at you as though you were the most angelic thing he'd ever seen.

"Thank you f-for rescuing me." You replied your eyes now avoiding his

"You're my wife and this is the least I can do for you." Crocodile spoke still admiring you. "Let's go somewhere private, there is much for us to discuss." He suggested gesturing to another part of the ship.

"Yeah, we've got a lot of catching up to do." You replied as you started preparing yourself for what's next.

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Crocodile’s Tears- Part Three- MarineFord

Sir Crocodile x fem!reader, Doflamingo x sister!reader

Angst, mentions of violence, fluff, and mentions of death.

In which you see your husband for the first time in months and it happens in an unexpected way. And you come to a realization that your brother isn’t who you thought he was.

I don’t remember everything that happened at Marine ford and I added some things to that story. Sorry this part has taken so long.

"Crocodile." You whispered my eyes wide with shock

There he stood, in all of his 8'3 glory; scowl and all. Doffy was there too adorning his annoyingly smug smile. There stood these powerful men amongst a field of dead, wounded, and fighting soldiers. It was a sight to behold for anyone watching, except for you. As all you could see was how injured Crocodile was. It made your heart ache to see him like that and for a moment you forgot your anger for him. You felt your heart soften at the sight of him.

Your brother and Crocodile seemed like they were engaged in something serious. Based on the look on Crocodiles face, he was pissed.

“What the hell could they be talking about?” You wondered to yourself eyes glued to the screen.

Crocodiles pov

This damn pink feathered bastard, why the hell did she have to be his sister. My frustration was immense and all I wanted right now was to kill whitebeard and get the hell out of this dammed war. However, his comment struck me hard and I knew once all this hell was done that I needed to find y/n and convince my wife to forgive me.

“You’re thinking of ways to make her forgive you aren’t you gator boy!” Doflamingo teased making me furious.

“Shut the hell up!” I yelled turning away from the fool

“You gotta know that no matter what you try, I won’t let you near my dear sweet sister.” He said making me stop dead in my tracks.

“Are you challenging me?” I asked coldly my back still turned

“Maybe I am! Haha! Y/n doesn’t want you why would you try so hard to win her back?” Doflamingo barked

“That my business.” I said quietly finally walking away from the conversation

Part of me is glad I walked away as I knew that fight would take up too much of my time. But another part of me wants to kill him, but considering my wife might be watching, I didn’t want to take that chance. Looking around this battlefield was hell. Everyone was killing each other left and right all to safe that Ace brat. It seemed too excessive for me personally, but I’m just glad that so many dammed marines are dying. The less there are of them the better.

Suddenly, I spotted the stupid clown,Buggy, seemingly making a fool of himself on what looked like a video transponder snail. A bright idea came to me as I walked quickly to them. The prisoners surrounding the red nose idiot all seemed scared, which gave me the confidence to do the thing I set out to do.

“Point that snail at me, if you don’t I’ll kill you.” I threatened pointing at him.

“Y-yes s-s-sir.” The fool stuttered.

“Hey you can’t do that to captain Buggy!” A few of the prisoners wined.

“Yeah, get out of her Crocodile!” Buggy proudly said making me glare at him.

“Or y-you can have it!” He said cowering with a goofy smile on his face.

The snail was pointed at me finally allowing me to say what I needed to say. I took a deep breath still trying to look as intimidating as possible. I did have a reputation to uphold after all.

Your pov

“The hell!” I exclaimed as the video transponder snail suddenly stopped showing the action. “Who’s that dumbass.” I questioned looking at the ugly man now on the screen.

He had a red nose and was wearing a marine uniform but called himself Captain Buggy. I swore I’ve heard that title before but couldn’t figure out where. However, the camera was now on him as the action was heard around him.

“Hello there I’m the famous Captain Buggy!” He exclaimed clearly full of himself.

“Yay, Captain Buggy.” The prisoners around him yelled.

“Point that snail at me, if you don’t I’ll kill you.” A familiar deep voice called out. With some protest the camera was finally pointed elsewhere.

“Crocodile.” I whispered moving closer to the screen. “What the hell are you doing?”

“G-go ahead Mr. Crocodile sir!” The camera man shakily spoke.

“I’m not sure if you’re watching this or not, but I promise that no matter what you’ll see what kind of man I am.” Crocodile spoke seriously. He seemed to pause for a moment before speaking once more. “After that, I’ll come for you…if you still want me.” He spoke saying the last line so quietly that I almost missed it. “Now, you idiots better make sure that the camera is on the action or else.” He threatened. And with that he turned into sand and was gone in an instant.

“W-what the hell!!” The idiot red nose man spoke loudly after watching what crocodile has done. “What could that have meant by that?” Buggy asked to no one in particular.

“What the hell indeed.” I said feeling my heart ache at Crocodiles little speech. What did he mean by that? I decided to continue watching hoping that I’ll get my answer soon.

Third Person Pov

Soon after news of Portgas D. Aces execution being carried out immediately made everyone at marineford fight harder than before, on both sides. The fighting grew more violent as it was seconds before Ace would die. Monkey D. Luffy in particular was fighting the hardest to save his big brother only to be stopped by not only the three admirals, but his own grandfather. Just as the blades moved to Aces neck, an unexpected phenomenon occurred making everyone watching, including you, gasp with shock. Sand came rushing towards the execution block stopping the executioners from killing Portgus D. Ace. All eyes turned to see who had saved the boy only to see none other than the ex warlord, Sir Crocodile.

“You bastard!I thought it would be advantageous to have you here for the battle, since you hold a grudge against Whitebeard. Curse you Crocodile!” Fleet Admiral Sengoku yelled with visible frustration

“I can kill that old dying buzzard whenever o feel like it, but as for right now I’m not gonna let you taste victory. You and your crooked operation!” Crocodile responded fiercely looking towards where he thought the camera might be before looking back at Sengoku.

“Well, you just had to go an screw up all the fun!” Doflamingo laughed emerging from the crowd as he approached Crocodile.

“Fuck off.” Crocodile sighed

“Nah.” Doflamingo replied using his string-string fruit power to sever Crocodiles head making it fly to the ground in a pile of sand.

As quickly as the attack came, Crocodile’s head came back like it was never detached in the first place. However, a angry glare was now evident on his face as he quickly turned around attacking Doflamingo not caring at the moment if you were upset that he was defending himself. Doflamingo blocked the attack with his massive legs. The force of their combined attacks sending anyone near flying far. Crocodile looked at him with with pure anger and disgust as he pushed him back.

“I’ll never let you get her back!” Doflamingo yelled throwing his arms in the air.

“Good things you’re not going to stop me!” Crocodile snapped back before turning into a sand cloud wanting to get the hell off this battlefield so he could begin looking for his wife.

And with that the fight began once again. However, this time around tensions were higher than ever before. And eventually Straw hat Luffy managed to save his brother and the two of them began fighting together in order to make it out alive. With the help of their friends, they made it near the edge of the battle field only to be stopped by one of the fleet admirals who spoke crude words about Whitebeard causing Ace to turn around and confront him. However, once he did so, Akainu promptly turned his attention to straw hat nearly attacking him, only for Ace to get their first.

Your Pov

“Oh god no.” I cried out as your heart broke for the boys on the screen. “This just isn’t fair.” I said feeling tears falling down my cheeks.

I watched in horror at one of the Admirals punched at hole through Portgas D. Ace as his little brother Luffy watched. It was heartbreaking to say the least. I saw other pirates face off with the Admiral as Monkey D. Luffy held his brother in his arms as he died. The poor boys screams filled my soul with dread as I watched him mourn his now dead brother.

“This isn’t fair.” I said now sobbing mourning a man that I didn’t even know.

“And to think Crocodile helped save you. Even he knew that boy should have lived.” I sobbed feeling slight discomfort about feeling proud of my ex husband.

The rest of the battle went quickly with Marshall D. Teach joining the battle and promptly helping to kill Whitebeard. Crocodile and another ex warlord helping straw hat to safety, though that’s what I heard at the video transponder snail stopped showing any action. All that was shown was the scrambling feet of pirates and soldiers alike just trying to make it out alive. At this point I had see enough carnage to last a lifetime. I felt ill, heartbroken, and even more angry at the government than I already was. The thing that I had trouble coming to terms with was how I felt about Crocodile.

On one hand he hurt me so badly that I had to leave to my brother of all people, but on the other hand I had just witnessed him saving the life of a young boy. Which, I know he would never do, so what could have changed? My mind was frantic and my body was feeling weak from all of the crying I did. My heart went out to Straw hat luffy as that boy didn’t deserve any of this. I could only pray that he finds some sort of comfort after this.

One month week later…

The vibrant colors of pink, purple, and orange filled the Dressrosa sky with warmth as the day was just starting. It had been a month since the battle at Marineford and my brother was set to return today. Dread filled me as I stood against the railing of my bedroom terrace admiring the sky. I knew my brother would tell me everything that happened in gory detail. I knew he would laugh as he did. And I knew that if I showed an ounce of disgust he would insult me for it. As much as I love him, I also hate him just as much if not more.

“So much for brotherly love. ” I whispered feeling the warm rays of sun on my tired face.

Sleep had not come easy for me recently. Everything that I saw haunted me every time I tried to sleep. Watching that poor boy die was terrifying. It not like I haven’t seen someone die before, it was just the way he died that haunted me. The screams of Straw Hat Luffy still so vivid in my mind. Even thinking about it now breaks my heart.

I felt myself slipping further into despair and decided to get out of it as fast as possible. I focused my mind on otter things such as the fact that I watched Doflamingo try to kill my ex husband even though I specifically asked him not to. I know that I still hate Crocodile for the way he hurt me, but that crossed a line. Fury now bubbles in my heart and that I felt like I would burst.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted my murderous thoughts about my big brother. I whipped my head around with anger still evident on my face. A guard walked in, bowed, and deliver the news that Doflamingo had returned and requested that I meet him and the family in the throne room. I thanked him and began looking more presentable for a big meeting like that. What the hell could they want? Are they planning something that involves me somehow? Is it just a welcome party? Are they planning on killing Crocodile? I shook my head of these thoughts as the last one make my heart hurt more than I’d ever thought it would at this point in my life.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it to the throne room. As soon as I entered I noticed all of the “family” was there all sat on their mini thrones. My brother sat in his huge throne looking at me with a smug expression. All eyes are on me as I sat on a chair placed next to my brother. I then crossed my legs and placed my hands in my lap staring to feel a nervous sensation that something bad was about to happen.

“Welcome back brother.” I greeted trying to keep the mood normal.

“Glad to see you dear sister. Did you miss me?” He joked “I hope you saw what happened at marineford on the video transponder snail.” He added turning his head to me.

“Yes, I watched it. Although, I wish I hadn’t.” I replied honestly meeting his gaze trying my best to remain calm.

“So then, you watched your dear husband in action. What did you think?” He asked his tone shifting to a serious one slightly.

“Is that why you all gathered me here?” I asked looking around the room with slight disgust at the “family”.

“Answer the young master!” Trebol demanded getting up from his seat. “You should know to respect your brother, your king!” He added moving straight in front of my face. His stench filled my nose making me gag.

“Back the fuck up!” I sneered scooting back in my chair.

“Do as the princess says, Trebol.” Doflamingo finally spoke sounding bored.

“Ba-ha-ha! Okay!” Trebol replied quickly going back to his assigned seat.

“You can answer that question later, there are more pressing things to talk about.” Doflamingo spoke

“Okay, thank you.” I replied feeling grateful that I didn’t have to open that can of worms yet.

“Now, onto some real business. Y/n, my dear sister. You’ve been called here because it’s time you finally joined the family and became one of us.” Doflamingo spoke energetically

I sat there stunned a little at his demand. I already assumed that because I’m his sister that I was already part of the “family”. I couldn’t form any words as a mix of fear, anger, and slight joy swirled through my mind. I almost wish I was answering the question before. Sensing that tensions were high at my non verbal state, I quickly decided to respond with the first thing that came to my mind.

“What does it mean to be part of this family?” I asked slightly cringing at the question.

“Fufufu, don’t you know. It means that you work for me my sweet sister. That you are under my protection permanently and that you can have as many riches as you desire as long as you don’t betray me.” Doflamingo happily replied grabbing my hand with his much larger one, giving it an uncomfortable squeeze.

“I thought that I was already part of the family.” I said feeling uneasy at my own words. Something wasn’t right but I couldn’t figure out what.

“You seem uneasy dear sister.” Doflamingo said with a small frown not answering my previous question.

“I’m fine I promise, Doffy, I’m just surprised that you didn’t know that my loyalty stands with you.” I reassured hoping that he’d believe me and that I could leave this shitty situation.

“Good, let’s hope it stays that way. Wouldn’t want you to end up like our dear brother.” Doflamingo spoke stopping dead in his tracks.

“What do you mean?” I said as my heart pounded at the thought of what could be wrong with Rosinante.

“Oh my dear y/n, I suppose it’s time you knew. It’s only right since you’re part of the family.” Doflamingo spoke enthusiastically. “Our dear brother betrayed me, so I had to to the hard thing…” he said

“Hard thing?” I nervously asked

Doflamingo suddenly grabbed my hand holding it close to his massive body. A wide grin covered his face as his red glasses shone an even deeper color. At this moment I felt small, like prey being cornered by a predator. My body was screaming at me to leave and run away. Run away to any place that could hide me from this monster.

“I killed him. I killed our brother and not one day goes by that I don’t regret it!” He said proudly as the “family” all erupted in laughter.

“Wha-why would you?” My voice barely above a whisper

“Huh? Are you stupid or something?” Doflamingo asked genuinely surprised I couldn’t figure it out.

“N-no, sorry my mistake.” I replied trying to calm myself as I knew one wrong thing said and I could wind up seeing Rosi.

“Good, now that you know… do you still wish to be part of the family?” He asked happily like he didn’t just tell me the most horrific thing.

“O-of course! I was just surprised a bit, my apologies dear brother.” I replied hoping that my answer would satisfy him. No way in hell did I want to join his “family” especially after what he admitted to me.

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now you don’t resent your dear brother do you?” He asked seemingly testing my loyalty further.

“No of course not, what ever he did must have been horrible for you to need to kill him!” I replied trying my best to sound completely unbothered by the death of my brother.

“I’m glad you feel that way.” He paused eying me down. “Now, on to some important business.” He stated saying looking at his “family” completely ignoring my presence.

The meeting lasted hours with them mostly taking amongst themselves with my feedback rarely needed. The whole time my body felt like it was dying. For years I wondered where my brother was, what he was doing, and when I’d see him again. Part of me knew that he was dead but I never imagined that Doflamingo would have anything to do with it. I knew he was crazy and that he was capable of killing. I wasn’t there for my fathers death either, but now I can guess that Doflamingo was the one to do that too. My heart ached so badly but I knew showing any ounce of hurt could wind me up like other members of my family.

After what felt like an eternity, the “family” finally got up from their seats. I followed them smiling at them and making small conversations trying to appear as normal as possible. Many of them congratulated me on joining them and promised to protect me. Every single promise they made felt like a sharp knife twisting in my heart. As the flooded out of the room I realized that I was now fully alone with Doflamingo. My body slightly shook at the realization as a smile crept on my face.

“Thank you for giving me this chance brother!” I said bowing slightly. When I came back to look at him, I noticed a small tear on his face.

“You’re the only blood family I have left. It would be a shame to have to kill you y/n. Don’t disappoint me.” He spoke leaving the room too.

Now that everyone, including the guards were gone I allowed myself to collapse onto the floor. My whole body shook violently. The absolute terror I felt consumed me and I felt like I would suffocate under the weight of my own fear. I tried calming myself but my normal methods only seemed to make my panic worse. Finally, after far too long I decided to think of the one person that I knew I shouldn’t.

His face appeared in my mind. His steel eyes filled with love just for me. His soft raven hair that suited him perfectly. His lips that use to capture mine every day. His scar that he hated but filled me with so much warmth for him. To me this man was perfection manifest, and once he was all mine. I remember the way he use to hold me when I needed comfort. How warm he was and the scent that he wore. How his raspy voice always made me smile and blush.

The images of my husband flashed through my mind like a peaceful dream. Somehow even though he wasn’t here, he managed to calm me. My breathing steadied and my nerves were more manageable. The realization hit me hard as tears were streaming from my face. The feeling that I buried for so long now was finally coming back. The feeling of missing someone so precious. The feeling of missing my beloved, Crocodile.

“I wish you were here to take me away.” I whispered feeling defeated and utterly hopeless.

After a few more moments, I dried my tears and began walking back to my room. My body felt completely drained of energy. My steps felt so heavy uneven that I was sure that I was going to fall. However, no such thing happened. Soon I finally made it to my room on the other side of the palace. I landed straight onto my bed and as soon as I did, I felt sleep completely consume me. Soon I allowed my body to rest getting the sleep I desperately needed not knowing when I would be able to sleep now that I’m trapped by my deranged brother.

Meanwhile…

Crocodile’s Pov

“Mr 1, have you found a good man for the job?” I asked my friend hoping that finally we’d be able to accomplish this task.

“Yes sir, I found a man named Mr. Brown whose devil fruit will be perfect for this special operation.” Mr. 1 spoke with confidence.

“Hmm, good then…” I paused looking at Mr. 1. “Let’s go get my wife back.” I said smiling with anticipation of saving my y/n from her deranged brother.

Thank you so much for reading! Sorry for the delay for part 3💜 I hope you all liked it! Stay tuned for part 4! I promise this part won’t take nearly as long! I’m going to write for more one piece characters so please feel free to request some!!

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Crocodile’s Tears- Part Two- New Beginnings

Sir Crocodile x fem!reader, Doflamingo x fem!reader(siblings)

In which your life has gotten a little more complicated as your freakishly tall older brother comes back into your life.

Angst, reader is traumatized, fluff, curse words, violence. Slighy spoilers for Marine ford. Maybe out of character Crocodile and Doflamingo. May be some canon as well as non canon things.

The ocean shone brilliantly as the salty sea air whipped your h/c hair back softly. You stood on the front of the boat holding the railing that surrounded it, feeling the cool metal against your palms. You took a deep breath letting the salty air fill your lungs as your eyes still felt raw from all of the crying you had done the night prior. Your heart was still aching from recent events. You had once been the wife of a very powerful man and now you were just you and you knew that at some point, you needed to come to terms with that.

The reason you chose Dressrosa was because despite the history there, you needed to be in the comfort of your family. You desired to see your older brother even though he was a horrible person and a hardened criminal. You were an adopted by his parents as they desired to have a ‘normal’ child. You chuckled at that thought squeezing the cool railing a little bit harder as you felt fresh tears pricking your eyes once again. You started to hate yourself for wanting to see him, as he was the reason your parents weren’t here anymore. But you knew that he would welcome you with open arms, he did promise that after all. You just wish that you knew where your other brother was as he was more of the ideal person to be with. He was kind, smart, and someone you knew you could rely on. But your older brother would have to do for now, he was still family.

“We will be arriving at our destination in 1 hour.” someone on the loud speaker announced

“Well damn, that voyage was a lot quicker than I thought it be. Guess I should call Doffy.”You spoke to yourself as you admired the sea.

You reluctantly let go of the railings and began waking back to your room that was located in the middle of the ship. Once there, you sat on your bed that was hard and uncomfortable. You then took one look at your transponder snail giving it a small smile before grabbing it gently Reluctantly, you dialed your brothers number waiting for him to pick up as the sound of the transponder snail filled your tiny room. And soon enough, the transponder snail stopped with a click sound.

“Who’s this?” A gruff voice spoke

“It’s me, Doffy. It’s y/n.” You responded cringing at yourself for being so timid.

“Well, well. Hello there I was wondering when I’d get a call from you. ” He laughed out. “I told you that Crocodile was not good for you did I not.” Doflamingo spoke once more bit in a more serious tone fully knowing why you’d call him.

“I know.” You whispered feeling embarrassed

“I’m glad you know, sweet sister. Now tell me where you are so I can come and get you.” He said in a more gentle voice thing to coax you to him.

“Funny enough, in a boat right now on my way to Dressrosa. I’m about an hour away.” You replied with a nervous expression.

“Fufufu, good I’ll see you soon then. Are you just visiting or do you want to stay?” He asked slyly

“I’m not sure yet Doffy. All I know is that I need my family.” You admitted feeling too emotionally tired to hide your true feelings.

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.” Doflamingo stated as that sentence reminded you of the big fight the two of you had when you first started dating crocodile. You then sighed trying to push down the thoughts of your husband down. “See you soon, y/n.” Your brother added before hanging up.

“Shit. What the hell did I just get myself into.” You admitted to yourself before you began packing your things getting ready to see your big brother again.

One hour later

You had finally arrived to Dressrosa. Taking your first steps off of the boat felt like you were waking home. The familiar warmth and sight of toys filled you with joy. However, the sheer number of them shocked you as you defiantly don’t remember there being this many. Shaking your head, you decided to put it in the back of your mind as you were dedicated to one thing and one thing only; your brother.

You began looking around for him thinking that he might be here to get you. However, knowing Doffy, he was not the kind of man to do that. You shook your head that this realizing that it had been some time since you had officially seen him and you seemed to have forgotten some of his manurisums.

“Well shit, I guess I’ve gotta walk there.” You spoke to yourself.

And so you went in the direction of the castle that sat upon the plateau called the “Sunflower hill.” As you began your journey, suitcase in hand, you had walked out five minutes before you were surrounded by three men that seemed to be dressed as guards.

“Miss Donquixote, we are here to escort you to the palace by order of the king!” The guard in the middle declared handing me an official document with my brothers signature proving the legitimacy to this man’s words.

“I see. Thank you! Mind carrying my bags then?” I responded handing one of the other guards my suitcase before they could answer. I then walked past them desperate to get to my final destination.

“C-certainly!” The guard squeaked surprised at my boldness.

“Wait, miss Donquixote! We are suppose to escort you!” The last guard yelled

“Well escort me then I’m not interested in waiting any longer than I already have.” You snapped back not having any patience to deal with your brothers goonies at that moment. You then continued your fast pace not caring if they were actually escorting you or not.

“Yes ma’am!” All three of them responded as you heard them quicken their footsteps behind you. And soon enough they were in front of you “escorting” you to the palace.

After about an hour of walking, you had finally made it to your brothers palace. You smiled to yourself feeling surprisingly happy that you were going to see him after so many years. The palace hadn’t changed much since the last time you were here. With the exception of a few more shitty portraits of your brother.

“Miss Donquixote, please follow us to the throne room.” The guard holding your bag told you.

“Thank you!” You responded feeling slightly relieved that you were finally here.

The guard then lead you through a long hallway with red velvet carpet adorned with gold accents. The doors ahead that opened to the throne room was solid gold and stood wall length. The other two guards then stood on both sides of the doors. As the two massive opened you were greeted with the strange and malicious smile of your older brother; Donquixote Doflamingo.

“Too you long enough my sweet sister.” Doflamingo smiled crossing his legs as he sat upon his massive golden throne wearing his signature pink feathered coat.

“My bad, your guards got in my way.” You joked walking up to him with a small smile on your face.

“Fufufu I’ll deal with them later.” He spoke looking down at you with his smile never fading from his face.

“It’s good to see you brother.” You admitted not interested in starting any small talk with him knowing full well it would go absolutely no where.

“You as well dear one. It’s been so long. Why don’t we catch up in private?” He asked although knowing him, it definitely wasn’t a question. “Why don’t we talk in my office?” He added as he got up from his massive throne and began walking.

“Sure thing.” You responded as you followed.

Soon the two of you arrived to his office. Once there, the two of you sat across from each other in big office chairs. His looked perfect for him while your looked like it was about to swallow you whole. His office was huge and like the rest of the decor of the castle, it was adored with good trimmings and beautiful paintings. One of the paintings in particular caught your eye. It was a painting of you and both of your brothers. With them standing side by side with you in the middle. The sight of that painting made your heart ache. You hadn’t seem your other brother in an ever longer time than you had seen Doflamingo.

“He’s still missing y/n.” Doflamingo chimed in once he took notice you weren’t paying any attention to him.

“I know, it’s been far too long. I barely remember him.” You spoke seldomly

“What do you remember?” He asked as he leaned in closer to you.

“That he was kind, quiet, and extremely clumsy.” You replied reminiscing in your head about the time he somehow slipped sitting down. You chuckled at that thought which, not to your awareness, made Doflamingo jealous.

“Yes he was, but onto business.” He said doing his best to hide his annoyed tone and trying to give you a sweet and loving smile instead.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. What would you like to know?” You asked him leaning back into your massive chair.

“Everything, start from the beginning. I need to know how much that mother fucker hurt you and if I need to kill him or not.” He sneered smiling in anticipation.

“I’ll tell you everything as long as you agree not to kill him.” You responded quickly trying not to get your ex husband kill despite your hatred for him. You were so glad in that moment that you took on more of the personality of your other brother.

“Deal, just tell me everything.” He replied in an annoyed tone.

“Fine, so it all started about a little over a week ago…” You started.

Meanwhile…

The news of Arabasta’s war conflict coming to an end and Crocodiles reign over was sweeping the nation and the world by storm. The news that “white chase” Smoker of the marines had defeated the infamous pirate became one of speculation and pride to the Marines. The king was respected once more and the lost princess Vivi went back to her kingdom once more. It was a joyous occasion as the chains that held Arabasta captive were finally broken. However, there was one in particular that was not gladdened with the news; Sir Crocodile.

There he sat in a large Marine ship with sea prism stone cuffs on both his hands and feet. Blood still on his face from his recent battle with the rookie “Straw Hat” Luffy. Crocodile was defeated through and through. Both mind and body spent as not only did his plans fail, but the one thing he held dear to him was now gone too, due to his own personal failure. The area of the ship he was in was dark and smelled of rats and moldy sea water.

“Damn marines, don’t even know how to clean properly.” He spoke to himself with a raspy voice.

His head leaned forward as he tried to make himself comfortable in these shitty conditions. However, he had no luck as he was so use to his luxurious ways. His constant cigar was gone so he couldn’t even find a slight comfort in that. Crocodile then sighed feeling tired from the sea prism stone cuffs that he was bound in. As his power felt like it was gone completely. He hated this feeling, he hated being weak, but most importantly he hates knowing that he lost. He hates himself for the words that he spoke to you when he should’ve been kind to you. You were(are) his wife and he loves you more than anything.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He spoke softly to himself as though he was speaking to you.

Where were you now? Were you safe? Did you still love him? These questions kept repeating in his tired mind as he sat and sat for what felt like an eternity. He knew where he was going, but in that moment all his mind wanted to think of was you. Your smile, your eyes, your body, your kindness, your love. You were the only comfort he had in that moment and he knew that you’d be the only comfort he would have in Impel Down.

“What the hell is she going to think?” He questioned remembering that he had never told you the full extent of his plan and the full truth as to why you were in Arabasta in the first place. All he told you was that it was the best place for the two of you to make money and you accepted. “Shit!” He yelled out slamming his hand and hook down on the floor.

“Hey! Keep it down in there!” One of the marine guards called out to him. To which Crocodile glared at him making the marine guard shiver. “S-sorry!” He stuttered out.

“Whatever.” Crocodile spoke leaning back against the wall and sighing.

He knew he fucked up badly. He knew the chance of you taking him back as your husband was slim, but he didn’t care. He loved you in his twisted but genuine way. You were his and he was yours and he needed you back in his arms. You were his salvation is this fucked up world. Crocodile then in that moment, no matter what, decided he would find a way to be by your side once more and he simply didn’t care how.

“Prepare the prisoner for transfer to Impel down!” Another guard shouted to Crocodiles.

“Yes sir!” The marine saluted. “You heard him p-prisoner. Stand up!” The guard stuttered.

“Sure.” Crocodile smiled sending another wave of nerves down the guard’s spine.

Now that crocodile was standing he fully now realized just how tired he was. However, that didn’t matter now. Now, he would have to endure literal hell for god knows how long. But, he knew no matter how long no matter how much they would put him through in that place, it would be more than worth it just to see you once again.

“Y/n, I’ll find you my darling.” He whispered is mind returning to nothing but sweet thought of you and he began walking straight into hell.

Back To You…

“And that’s what happened and why I’m here now.” You spoke finishing your story.

“I know you told me I shouldn’t kill him, but the events that you just told me make me think he deserves it.” Doflamingo spoke through gritted teeth as his fists were tightly squeezed together.

“His death really wouldn’t make me feel any better you know.” You bit back annoyed that he even thought to bring this up again.

“It would make me feel better.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“I know it would.” You sighed. “I just don’t wish to see him. I can’t, especially after leaving the way I did.” You admitted as you started to feel slightly sad once more.

“Good, you won’t and I’ll make damn sure of it. You left because you knew you needed better and so you came to me. I’ll make sure you find someone worthy of a woman of your caliber, that’s a promise.” Doflamingo declared feeling righteous.

“I’m not looking to move on yet Doffy…” you said looking down at you hands as your eyes began to blur. “I just can’t.” You added as your heart ached with the memory of your husband.

“Fine, but you will one day, promise me.” Doflamingo spoke seriously

“I promise.” You replied. Although not fully meaning it as your heart still belonged to your husband despite how shitty he was.

“Good girl. Now you should go see the rest of the family I know they’re excited-”Doflamingo began

“Young master! Young master!” A guard burst in holding a newspaper exclaimed.

“Dammit what?!” Your brother barked back with visible anger.

“S-sorry, young master, b-but you need to r-read the news!” He stuttered handing Doflamingo the newspaper.

Your brother scanned it, reading it carefully not fully believing the article. You noticed a mix of confusion and excitement on his face as his familiar smile grew in size. It seemed like forever until he finally finished reading. Once he did, he gave you a smug grin as he handed you the paper that caused his amusement. He knew full well that this would fully shock you. So much so that you would most likely stay with him forever.

You took the paper from him and began reading. However, by the headline, you were already confused and horrified. A gasp left your lips as you continued reading. The true horrors that your husband committed came to light. Mixed emotions were flooding you as you finished reading and shakily placed the news paper down. Angry tears flowed down your cheeks as you looked at your brother who gave you a sympathetic smile, one he knew would make you believe that he had no clue about Crocodiles plan.

“I can’t believe he would be this horrible.” Yoi cried out as you cradled your face and began to sob.

“He is a pirate y/n.” Doflamingo said coming closer to you.

“I know he is, but taking over a country and planning to destroy it. That’s so fucked!” You exclaimed as you felt large arms around your body.

“I know it is. Shhh. Everything will be okay.” Doffy reassured pulling you closer to him with a satisfied grin. “I did tell you he was trouble.” He added.

“I-I know. I just thought he told me everything. He promised that he had.” You spoke through choked tears.

Your brother didn’t respond as he simply didn’t know what to say. On one had he was satisfied that you were with him once again. And that he finally had all of his family in once place. As well as the face that he was almost certain you’d let him kill Crocodile now. However, he also felt a unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in his chest. He did love you and seeing you so upset made him feel slightly sympathetic and worry for you. He hated this feeling but chose to ignore his confused emotions as this is what you needed.

“What am I gonna do Doffy?” You whispered as your voice was beginning to hurt from all of the crying you had done.

“You’re going to say here with me, sweet y/n.” Doffy responded pulling away to look at you.

“How long?” You questioned.

“As long as you’d like to but if it were up to me you’d stay forever. We’re family and it’s high time we reminder that.” He told you grabbing your now puffy face and wiping your tears.

“You’re right! You’ve been right about everything!” You cried out “I’m sorry Doffy.” You whispered hugging him once again.

“That’s all in the past now.” He comforted “Why don’t we go see the rest of our family soon?” Doffy suggested

“I’d like that, thank you brother.” You spoke excitedly

“Good.” Doflamingo smiled smugly

Two Months Later…

Your life at this point was much improved. You were now apart of the family and even had some authority. It was great and you even opened a little flower shop near the castle that you ran, which Doflamingo agreed. You had also gone to therapy and opened up a lot about your marriage and about your own personal problems. You were much happier knowing that your husband was serving time for his heinous crimes.

However, during these past two months you realized that Crocodile’s absence would always leave a hole in your heart. Despite how awful he was to you, you did love him. You thought a lot about him and even began to miss him and the times that he was sweet and loving to you. Truthfully he was that way for the majority of your marriage.

Every day was hard, but Doffy and the family had made your days easier. You and baby 5 had gotten along well and you even helped her with her attachment issues and have tried to convince her to go to therapy. The rest of the family was hard to really get close with again, but you had tried your best. After all, they were people that you had been close with once upon a time.

Today, was quite hot in the beautiful kingdom of Dressrosa. You were tending to your flower shop, making sure that all of the displays were absolutely perfect. While you were focused on the task at hand, the bell to your shop went off alerting you of a customer. As you turned around you were greeted with the familiar face of Doflamingo.

“Hello there, what might you need today brother?” You smiled to him

“I assure you I’m not here for your beautiful flowers sweet sister, but I am here to let you know that’ll I’ll be gone for at least a week.” Doffy informed you as he crouched in your shop due to his enormous size.

“Where to?” You questioned

“There’s gonna be an execution. One for the pirate Portgus D. Ace, commander of the White Beard Pirates.” He said proudly.

“But that’s result in an all out war!” You told him perplexed by this information.

“Exactly. I’m ordered to go but really I wanna see how this will turn out! It’ll be a spectacle!” Doflamingo laughed making you cringe slightly

“I guess I’ll see you in a week then.” You responded trying to change the subject as you turned back to your flowers.

“Yes, you could come with me you know.” He suggested

“I’ve got work to do here. And besides who’s going to keep your family in shape while you’re gone.” You joked hanging your brother a blood red rose. He took it with a smile before placing it in his pocket.

“I suppose you could watch the broadcast.” He suggested

“Not really sure I wanna see all of that” you admitted feeling slightly sick at the thought of watching that boy die.

“Fair enough, but I do hope you will change your mind.” Doflamingo laughed slightly. “Take care of our family y/n. I’ll be back soon.” He spoke one last time before he left leaving you to your work.

“See you soon, brother.” You whispered as a strange feeling erupted in your chest. “This won’t end well.” You spoke to yourself as you continued w continued with your work.

A Few Days Later…

Doflamingo had arrived in MarineFord Mmmm a few days ago and already the war had begun. The theatrics were already amusing him as he watched the carnage. Pirate versus marine, the strongest versus the strongest. This war was right up his alley. Doflamingo only wished that you could be here to witness this, but hoped that you’d watching the transponder snail feed.

“Ah yes! Who is just the marines or the pairates! It doesn’t really matter this war will change the tides forever! Fufufufufu!” Doflamingo exclaimed happily.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Sudden voices yelled out from up above interrupting Doflamingo celebration.

“What the” Doflamingo spoke out looking up with a frown and then surprise at a massive marine ship somehow falling from the sky.

“Dammit, Ivankov!” A familiar gruff voice yell out in annoyance.

“Iva!” A child-like voice called out.

“We’re all gonna die!” Two male voices caked out in terror.

And just as fast as he heard those voices, they were sent plummeting down into the hole in the ice below that was made not too long ago. This spectacle was enough to catch the attention of everyone on the battlefield. Faces agape at the sight making the fighting stop.

“Dammit straw hat!” The same familiar gruff voice called only this time the person was much clearer.

“Well I’ll be dammed!” Doflamingo called out to none other than Sir Crocodile.

“Shit.” Crocodile whispered to himself

Doflamingo quickly made his way to Crocodile, killing random people on the way there. As he was approaching, he took notice of Crocodile’s sad attempt at attacking Whitebeard only to be stopped by both straw hat and one of Whitebeards commanders. Crocodile was sent flying backwards as blood dripped down his nose.

“Well hey there gatorboy!” Doflamingo greeted looking down at Crocodile.

“Doflamingo stay out of my business or else!” Crocodile but back wiping the blood from his nose.

“Your business! Fufufu! Your businesses is now thriving with me after you left her broken-hearted. ” Doflamingo laughed

“What the hell are you yapping about!”Crocodile responded

“Your dear wife came crying to me after she left you!” Doflamingo

“She’s in Dressrosa?” Crocodile questioned already starting to make a plan to go to you.

“Yes! Where she belongs.” Doflamingo spoke

“She’s my wife!” Crocodile barked

“And she’s my sister and I can assure you, you’ll never see her again!” Doflamingo laughed.

“Dammit Doflamingo! She’s mine!” Crocodile replied grabbing him by the shirt

“You know she might be watching gator boy! Wouldn’t want to let her see you assault her brother, would you now? Fufufu!” Doflamingo teased

Crocodile then promptly let him go feeling nervous that you might be watching. Anxiety then crept and he decided then that he’d better act right hoping that maybe you’d see that he was a better man than the last time you had seen him.

“Damn, didn’t realize my sweet sister had such a tight leash on you gator boy.” Doflamingo joked

“Maybe I just want to my wife to see the man she deseves.” Crocodile whispered sadly

“Let’s just hope she’s looking then.” Doflamingo responded seriously confused at Crocodiles change in demeanor.

Meanwhile, back to you a few moments earlier…

You had completed your work for the day. As you closed your flower shop and made your way back to the castle you thought of your brother mentioning the broadcast at marineford and how anyone could view it if they had a video transponder snail, to which the castle did.

“Fuck it.” You whispered realizing that you were very much in fact interested in what would happen.

And thus, as you walked into the castle you set your sights on the room you knew had what you needed. As you made your way there you wondered what was going on now and what did you miss. You felt as though something happened that you had to see. Something that could change everything for you and you had no idea why yet. So, as you arrived at the room you immediately started to turn on the video transponder snail in hopes that the broadcast would work. After a little trial and error you got the massive snail working and connected to the one at Marine ford. The feed started playing and immediately you saw the massive battle that had happened and was now continuing. Pirate versus marine, the best verses the best. This was, in your mind, the war that would determine the change the world forever.

“The fucking brutality.” You spoke out eyes glued to the screen.

You noticed your brother in the corner of the screen laughing and saying some big speech that you agreed with and then;seemingly out of nowhere, a missive ship crash landed in a almost too perfect opening in the ice below. You gasped at the sight not realizing what had just happened. It was bizarre to be sure but was most bizarre was the reaction your brother had to it. He was quick to leave his post and go to the action.

“What the hell is he doing?” You wondered knowing something like this was not likely to make your brother leave the comfort of his stand. He is a king after all.

You watched your brother closely as he landed right before a giant man seemingly made of diamonds and someone who had just gotten punched by him. The video was hard to see due to all of the fight king and debris in the air. But with further focus you finally realized the reason for Doflmingos haste and why he would even be remotely interested in leaving from his viewing spot. It was a person; a person still so dear to you and who you still loved deeply, much to your own disappointment.

“Crocodile?” You whispered to yourself feeling like the world itself had stopped.

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Crocodile Tears- Part One-Leaving

Crocodile xfem!reader

In which you and your husband,Crocodile, get into an argument and it spirals out of control.

Heavy angst, hurt with no comfort, usage of bitch, Set a little before Alabasta.

You were so tired of being put last. Nearly a decade spent with this man. All of the work you put into this relationship. All of the broken promises. All of the times he was late or completely forgot about your plans together. Normally you’re a very patient woman and had always been sympathetic of your husbands time. But not today. Too many damn anniversaries missed and you were now fed up. You decided to confront your husband on his bullshit and demand a solid reason for being late to your own anniversary dinner that you had spent hours perfecting.

You walked straight into his office that was located in the basement of your shared casino. You didn’t bother knocking as whatever he was doing was no where near as important as him missing your anniversary dinner. His head shot up at the sound of someone barging in. Crocodile gave confused and angry look before softening it ever so slightly at the sight of you. He sighed looking at you as you’d told before him. He could tell that whatever you were mad about was completely his fault.

“Yes my dear?” He asked giving very little of his attention as he continued writing on his documents.

“You know why I’m here.” You spat crossing your arms.

“What is it now?” He sighed

“Don’t you know what day it is?” You questioned harshly tired of his forgetfulness.

“No idea, but I’m very busy right now, I’ll deal with you later.” Crocodile bit back now giving you attention.

“It’s our fucking anniversary!” You yelled as frustrated tears rolled down your cheeks. You stated at each other for a moment as tensions rose.

“I’ll make it up to you later. Right now I’m in the middle of something important. You can damn well wait.” He snapped slamming his hand down.

“Am I really not that important to you?” You cried as your body trembled.

“No, you’re not! Now I’ll deal with you later!” He yelled

“No fuck that, why am I not important to you? After all I’ve done. I love you why can’t you ever prioritize me!” You exclaimed balling your fists to your sides.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a nagging bitch, maybe I would. Now leave I have more important things to do then bitch with you. Get out!” He furiously yelled standing up out of his chair as he gave you a look of pure hatred.

You stood there trembling in fear as your tears stopped as your hands were now shaking. Crocodile noticed the look of fear in your eyes but was too mad at you to even care. You couldn’t move, however, a hand touched your shoulder. You moved with it still too stunned to react as it led you out of your husbands office and into the long carpeted hallway and then into the Casino that was owned by both you and your husband. Soon enough, you were outside and now were alone as the figure left you alone in the dark

You looked out into the pitch black sky as you came back to your senses. A furious son left your body as you sunk to your knees. You cried and cried until your body felt numb and your eyes felt raw from the salty tears that left them. You then hugged your now cold body as your rocked yourself trying to give yourself some comfort. After a few more moments, you slowly picked yourself up off the ground and walked to the shared home that you and crocodile lived in together that was about a five minute walk from the Casino.

There you grabbed the first suitcase that you could get your hands on and filled it with as much of your personal belongings as you could fit not caring too much about your fancy clothes and trinkets. Once you were done, you took a good look at the outfit that you were still wearing and promptly took it off and replaced it with more comfortable clothes.

You had no pleads of what to do but you knew you needed to leave. Too long had Crocodile forgotten about your needs. Too long had he put you last. Too long have you stayed with someone that didn’t love you the way you loved them. Too long had you given him everything while he gave you nothing. You were done and tired of his half assed apologies and broken promises. So, you made a phone call to the harbor. The transponder snail ring for a while and you were scared that because of the hour, they wouldn’t pick up.

“Yes, hello miss how may I help you?” The transponder snail finally spoke.

“Yes, hi, I’d like to book at ticket to the first ship that will go to Dressrosa.

“Dressrosa? Well you’ll have to take multiple ships to go there but we can get you on a ship that will take you to the next available island that has a ship that goes there. Is that alright?” The teller spoke

“Yes that should be fine.” You spoke doing your best to sound normal as your voice was still sore from crying. “When is the first available ship?” You asked

“At 6 in the morning.” They responded

“I’ll take it.” You replied quickly.

“Alrighty, I’ll see you then. I’d like to let you know that it’s firsts come first serve here so be sure to arrive early to get a good seat.” They told you kindly.

“Thank you, have a good night.” You said

“I will, you too miss.” They responded

And with that you hung up the transponder snail. You signed hanging you head before standing up straight and focusing on the task at hand. You decided to go into the shared safe that you and your husband had in your room and put as much cash as you could in your suitcase and one of the purses that you decided to take. It was a lot and you just hopped that you wouldn’t be robbed as that money would help you with the next step in your life. You then grabbed a piece of paper from your side table drawer and a blue inked pen and wrote a small good bye letter to Crocodile.

My dear husband,

You might not care about any of this but I need to let you know my feelings.

I love you and even as I write this letter I love you. And despite my burning love for you, I cannot stay in this loveless marriage any longer. You have proven time and time again that I am not an important aspect of your life and I’d rather leave than be a hindrance to you or the empire you are trying to build.

With all my love,

Y/n L/n

Once you were done and with your suitcase in hand you walked all the way to the harbor. When you arrived you promptly purchased a ticket not caring about where you sat. As you walked onto the boat, you looked back at the vast desert that you once called home smiling bitterly at the events of last night.

“The ship is now departing. I repeat the ship is now departing.” A voice called out

“Goodbye my darling.” You whispered into the wind as the ship left the harbor.

Meanwhile…

“Where the hell is she!” Crocodile yelled in a furious rage as he walked into your shared bedroom some of the maids were cleaning.

“Sorry sir, we were asleep when the mistress came in.” One of the maids spoke meekly as she was scared of Crocodile.

“Daz, find her!” Crocodile barked

“Yes sir.” Daz Bones responded as he immediately left to find you.

Crocodile was furious, confused, and guilty. He knew he fucked up. He was so stressed about all of the work that had to be done and the news about a bunch of rookie pirates finding out his identity that he snapped and completely disregarded your anniversary. His mind was scrambled and his heart was aching for his sweet wife who now is nowhere to be seen.

“Umm… Sir.” Another maid spoke quietly

“What!” He snapped looking at her with pure fury.

“Sorry sir but we found this on the side table.” She spoke quickly handing him your letter.

He read it silently as he took in each word and sentence that you had written out just for him to read. His heart broke but the sudden realization of how much of a shitty husband dawned on him. And unfortunately for him, too late. Now you were gone, his sweet wife, his love.

“I’ll find you y/n.” He whispered before waking out of your shared bedroom determined to find you no matter the cost.

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Smokin’ With A Crocodile

Sir Crocodile x Fem!reader

In which you and crocodile share a blunt.

Mentions of smoking and using drugs, sexual themes, established relationship, set during the alabasta arc. (I wrote this just for fun)

“So you’d like to get high with me then.” Crocodile teased sitting in his chair.

“Yep.” You said emphasizing the “p”

“Why?” He asked leaning back

“Because I though it might be fun. And you and I have been working a lot lately and I think we’ve earned a break.

“Sure, why not.” Crocodile said picking up his transponder snail. He then called Mr.1 inquiring about getting the thing you desired. After about 30 minutes the two of you heard a knock on the door.

“Yes!” You cheered making you way to the door.

You opened it revealing the man you were looking forward to seeing. Mr.1 then handed you the rather large bag of weed. Your eyes seemed to popped out of you head at the sheer amount of weed that was available. It was a massive bag that was at least half the dose of you. You then turned to your lover, Crocodile, with a confused but amused expression. He just shrugged putting out his signature cigar on his golden astray.

“You said you wanted to relax and get high my love. I feel like I don’t need to remind you but I am a big man. It’s going to take a lot for me to feel it.” Crocodile teased getting up from his chair after he dismissed Mr. 1.

“Fair, I guess that would make sense.” You laughed. “Alright you got some papers?” You asked

“Of course I do.” Crocodile said confidently

The next 10 minutes we’re filled with the two of you rolling a massive blunt. And for some reason Crocodile was really good at it. And it made you question to yourself whether or not he use to smoke a lot of weed back in his younger days.

“Alright, light her up.” You said to Crocodile as he grabbed the lighter from his pants pocket as he lit one of the blunts the two of you were going to share.

He took a puff allowing for the smoke to fill his lungs completely as he exhaled. He did this once more leaving you slight impatient but soon handed it to you. You followed him taking a puff of it. You let the smoke sit in your lungs for a second before exhaling, enjoying the sensation of the drug that slightly started to kick in. You then passed it back to him feeling satisfied.Whatever weed this was, it was strong and you knew that after only a few more hit you’d be out.

“Take it easy there love.” Crocodile teased taking the blunt from you and doing an even longer drag. He then did something you did not expect.

Crocodile pulled you towards him, capturing your lips into a sweet but heated kiss. You could taste the drug as you breathed him in. It was intoxicating and downright sinful the way he was kissing you. He then pulled away exhaling with a smirk on his mouth as he looked at your flushed and slightly high face. Crocodile laughed slightly before passing it back to you.

“What the hell was that?” You asked feeling hot.

“What you didn’t like it?” He teased giving you a wink.

“You know I did.” You huffed taking a hit before blowing it out on his face.

“Good. Kiss me y/n.” He demanded

However, before you did you took an even longer drag on the blunt. Your lungs slightly hurt but you knew this wouldn’t last long. You then placed the blunt on the ashtray. You pulled your lover by his expensive suit and forced his on your lips. In response he put his hand on your thigh stroking it up and down which made you whimper into the heated drug filled kiss. You pulled away letting some much needed air fill your lungs once more. However, this was short lived as Crocodile pushed you to him once more feeling more needy for you, to which he blamed the weed. Normally he was a composed man. It was rare for him to lose his composure like this, but with all of the high quality weed in his system, he felt like he was completely losing control. And it definitely didn’t help with you being as attractive and alluring as you were. To say the least normal Crocodile was completely in love and obsessed with you, but high Crocodile was on a completely different level.

“I thought you said that it was going to take a lot for you to ge high, my love.” You cooed stroking his flushed cheeks. To which he grumbled feeling slightly shy.

“Just kiss me, woman.” He demanded trying to get the upper hand.

“Oh I’ll kiss you. And I’ll take good care of you took, darling.” You spoke pulling toward you again feeling even hotter than before.

The rest of the night consisted of the two of you being tangled in your rather large bed. Your combined moans were so loud that they could be heard by anyone who was in close walking distance of your home. However, due to your high state neither of you cared. All you cared was the ecstasy of being filled with each other. And the next morning you woke up with hickeys and bruises littering you body. Crocodile too had hickeys on his neck and chest from your own domination. It took the two of you hours to realize that you hadn’t used protection.

“I’ll call Daz to get a pregnancy test.” Crocodile said admiring your body as he held you close to him.

“Good, because I don’t remember you pulling out last night.” You remembered

“No matter what happens, let’s not get that high again.” Crocodile sighed.

“We’ll see.” You cooed feeling happy that you finally got to smoke weed with Crocodile.

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