Hello! my post about my discord server is old, that server has been deleted sadly.
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(I will list the non sharing characters down Below sharing is green,non sharing is red, selective is orange) thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!! :3
Author's note: This was inspired by a HC I saw about Law giving an anatomy lesson and my brain went wild. As always, big thank you to @lostartnerd for helping me with this. ps. Make sure you look at their work, they're very good.
Warnings: yandere adjacent!law, medical terminology ( tried to be as accurate as i could), jealous!law, possessive!law
Word count: 2.7k
The Polar Tang was sweltering for you. You had stripped your boiler suit off, donning a thin tank top and shorts, once again thinking if this decision was good. You loved the ocean air and wind, but here you were aboard a submarine leagues below the sea.
The last nine months have been chaotic to say the least. You and your crew were separated at Sabaody. Kuma used his paw power and poofed everyone away but you.
You were left alone on the Archipelago.
A choice had to be made or you would be stuck there alone. You didn't know any pirate crews but the Kid pirates and the Heart pirates.
You approached Bepo, a white polar bear who was part of the Heart Pirates and inquired if you could join. Explaining sadly that Kuma had sent your crew away and you were alone.
It's not like you couldn't hold your own, you definitely could. You just knew it was better to be with a crew vs not. Especially in the New World.
Bepo introduced you to his captain, Trafalgar Law. He asked him if you could join and his captain deadpanned, “No.”
You plead your case, telling him that you can pull your weight and it was just until your crew met up again. He changed his mind once you mentioned that Luffy was your captain. Vaguely stating, “I need to have a word with your captain.”
Bepo led you to the quarters you would share with Ikakku, then introduced you to Penguin and Shachi. The rest of the crew introductions happened while you did your daily chores.
The first week was normal, you were given a list of things to do and completed them with ease. You were used to doing the huge list of chores on the Sunny.
Most times, you would find an empty spot after your tasks were finished and train. You recruited Bepo to assist you when he wasn't busy navigating.
Law caught and coldly scolded you for distracting other crew mates and Bepo. You felt bad initially because you didn't want to take them away from their tasks that they were assigned.
Three months in, you were used to being in the Polar Tang but still relished when they surfaced and you could bask in the sun and feel the wind on your skin.
Four months in, Law had Ikakku give you a boiler suit. Stating if you were going to be part of the crew then you need to wear a uniform.
Five months in, Law started bearing down on everything you did. It wasn't berating necessarily but it seemed like he was harder than you vs his other crew. Even Bepo, Shachi and Penguin noticed, asking if you did something to piss him off. You had shrugged your shoulders before Law called out to you pointing out that you forgot to grease the bolts in the engine room.
Six months in, you were annoyed by this time because Law's feedback on everything you did was slowly getting on every single nerve you had. Eventually it started bleeding into your training. You had been on the upper deck when they surfaced, practicing your swings and breathing techniques when Law made a snarky comment about your form. You huffed, sheathing your weapon and ignored him.
Seven months in, Marineford happened. Portgas D Ace met his end and Luffy was there. The Polar Tang was busy as Law and his crew mates worked to fix up Luffy. You sat in the galley, staring at your hands, unable to help him. Being a good fighter felt useless against this kind of thing. You felt guilty, guilty because when Chopper tried to teach you some medicine, you rolled your eyes. Guilty because you couldn’t help your captain.
Eight months in, The Heart Pirates were docked on Amazon Lily. Luffy was still healing and went through the grief of losing his brother. Briefly, you spoke with your captain. Apologizing that you couldn't help save Ace, that you couldn't help heal him. He gave you a classic Luffy smile and said it was okay.
It did nothing to ease your guilt but you were happy he was okay.
You wanted to stay with Luffy but Rayleigh voiced his concerns, stating that training would do all of you good so the same thing doesn't happen in Sabaody as before.
Luffy pouted and agreed, he wanted to get stronger. For you, for your crew. Rayleigh gave you a time frame - two years.
Begrudgingly and against your better judgement, you agreed. Promising Luffy to see him in two years back at Sabaody. Boarding the Polar Tang sadly, you left with the Heart Pirates.
Things changed from that day, Bepo started trusting you with navigating courses and Ikakku taught more about how the Tang worked. Both led to you having more tasks on top of your already growing list of duties.
You noticed that Law started lingering around you more, still pointing out your mistakes, much to your chagrin. Every single nerve ending was annoyed with his actions, you huffed and rolled your eyes every single time.
Not wanting to sound ungrateful, you would just shove it away and ignore your slow growing anger.
Until he entered your shared room with Ikakku, he had a dark look in his eyes and the vibe dropped several degrees as he landed his eyes on you.
“Good afternoon, Captain.”
His eyes were dark, you could feel a negative aura emanating from him. You glanced up from the copy of your map that Bepo gave you so you could study the currents.
“Do you know what you did?”
“No? I completed all my chores today.” You responded, raising an eyebrow quizzically. Glancing back down at the map, you quickly drew a line marking the next course.
“Look at me.”
Letting out an annoyed sigh, you met his dark gaze. “You charted the course wrong and now we're miles from where we're supposed to be.”
Leaning back against your chair, you stretched and questioned, “So why are you coming to me? I double checked twice and Bepo checked it. You should be talking to Bepo, he's the lead navigator. Even if he missed that it was routed wrong. It was an accident, we'll just re-route and end up there by the end of the day.”
“That isn't the point! You routed us incorrectly. You should have caught it.” He sternly claimed, his eyebrows were furrowed and his voice was cold.
Shaking your head, you huffed and rolled your eyes, your patience was dangerously low. You stated with an attitude, “No, your lead navigator should have caught it. I'm a junior navigator, I'm still learning.”
“If you double checked it then you should have caught it.” He pointed out, his face was cold and neutral without a hint of emotion upon his features.
Angrily, you stood and shoved your chair back. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him before exclaiming, “Okay! What is this? What is your problem?! You've been on my ass FOR MONTHS. I tried to ignore it but you're on my last bit of patience. All you've done is belittle me and point out my flaws.”
“I know you can do better. That's why. This is an example, you should have caught it. You're better than missing something as trivial as this.” He blurted out, his gaze continued to intensely stare at you. He watched every micro movement you made.
Scrunching your face up in annoyance and confused at his statement, you neutrally stated, “I'm not perfect. I'm not a piece of clay you can mold.”
“I want you to be better.”
You stayed silent, staring at him. His words made you feel a way, you couldn't describe it. Being encouraged and rooted for by your crew was something that was normal to you but him saying these things, it was different. There was an undertone.
You didn't like the way it made you feel. Like you were special. Like it meant something more than Captain and crewmate.
Since that day, the criticisms had slowed and almost stopped. When Law spoke to you, he spoke quieter. You're not sure when but he started being nicer and there were small gentle touches - him brushing his hand against yours, sitting close enough where your shoulders would brush.
You tried to ignore the blooming warmth that would happen every time he spoke to you. Every time he touched you.
You would be lying if you said you hadn't found your new captain mildly attractive. Anyone with eyes could see that he was, you pushed the warmth and butterflies away trying to solely focus on training.
Guilt still clouded the edges of your mind even after leaving Luffy at Amazon Lily, you bribed Bepo into lending you some of his medical books so you could learn on your own.
Shachi volunteered himself to help you learn. During your free time, he would sit next to you and show you specific pieces of important texts you needed to remember.
Through that, you and Shachi became very close. He became the person you leaned on if you needed help. Your friendship was sweet, he would encourage you and it seemed like a lot of his free time went to helping you. When he was in the engine room, you would lean against one of the walls of the Tang and study while he worked. He would spend nights in your bed, going over texts until you fell asleep. You were grateful for him. The other crew started joking about how close you had become, you guys just shrugged and continued on your way.
Distracted by your studies and friendship, you had missed the dark, intense eyes that zeroed in on your relationship with Shachi.
The gaze shot daggers. Harsh and cold, wanting to be there.
Law had grown quiet, no longer speaking quietly to you. No longer sitting close or brushing touches. It seemed like he refused to be in the same room as you.
You're sure you did something wrong but if he wasn't going to tell you then you're letting it go.
This last week, Shachi was insanely busy as you were. It was like the universe was trying to keep you apart.
There was a day that the universe didn't plan for. You and Shachi had the same day free, no extra work. You were currently laying on your stomach with a medical book in front of you. Shachi was sitting halfway down, your legs resting on his lap. He had one hand resting on the back of your thigh and the other was flipping through a book.
“Shachi.” Law's intense voice said from the door, you looked up and he was leaning against the doorway with a dark, neutral look on his face.
“Capta-” Shachi started to greet the man, Law cut him off, “You're needed in the Engine room.”
Sitting up, Shachi murmured a ‘yes captain’ before climbing off the bed. You started to stand but Shachi stopped you, “Stay, study. I'll be back.”
He kissed your forehead and slid past Law, leaving the room. You raised your eyebrow at Law, he was still standing in your room. “Do you need something?”
Law stayed quiet, shutting the room door and making his way over towards your bed. Something carnal mixed with fear fueled your insides as he approached you.
“You're learning about anatomy?” He murmured, his hand made its way to your cheek and softly slid to your neck. Your breath caught in your throat, suddenly nervously sweating.
This is not what you expected.
“U-um yeah, I decided to learn after Luffy was injured.” You stuttered out, his hand slid to the back of your neck and got closer to your ear.
“Let me teach you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned over you, mouth moving down to below your ear onto your neck, he spoke quietly, “This is the sternocleidomastoid muscle, it protects your carotid artery.”
As soon as his lips made contact with your neck, you froze, unable to think of what to say or do. You let out a soft noise as he nipped at the muscle and started licking and sucking that area. Letting out soft moans, you closed your eyes briefly, fisting his hair. He pulled back, your body thrumming from the absence of contact.
“Watching him put his hands on you, did something to me.” He murmured against your neck, his lips slid down to your collarbone before he continued, “This is the clavicle, the subclavius muscle protects, stabilizes, and cushions the collarbone. And under that is your subclavian artery.”
His lips met your collarbone again, nipping, sucking and licking the spot as you writhed beneath him letting out quiet moans. Your body was hot, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Law’s hand ran up your back and gripped the back of your neck as he deepened the bite on your collarbone.
Pulling back, you breathed heavily, looking at him with hooded eyes. He was watching you like a predator watches prey. The warmth in your stomach had travelled south, your body was vibrating from the lack of contact.
“No one should touch you except me. You’re mine.” He murmured before diving back into your clavicle, he nipped it hard causing a loud gasp to leave your mouth. You face was burning in embarrassment, he lifted his head and met your gaze. “Don’t be quiet, I want to hear you.”
His head moved down to your ribs, feeling his breath caused goosebumps. His lips met your skin and murmured, "This is your ribcage, it protects your heart and lungs."
He left a soft kiss to your skin right where your rib cage is. He nipped and sucked the skin, you sucked in a breath, holding your whimpers back. He let go of the skin and admired the bruise-like mark that was forming.
He pulled back and you watched as he moved his head south, farther and farther down until he reached your bare thighs. One of his hands wrapped around your thigh, pulling it up towards his mouth. “This is your abductor muscle, this is also where your femoral artery is.”
His lips quickly attached to a specific part of your upper thigh and nipped, bit, sucked and licked the spot multiple times. You let out breathy moans, trying to control yourself. All you could feel was wanting, you wanted him. It was unbearable.
Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as you let out another moan when he bit down harder. He met your needy gaze, noticing the tears; he stopped and cupped your cheeks.
“Too much?”
“Why are you doing this?” You spoke raggedly, trying to catch your breath, his thumbs wiped the tears that started falling. His face was neutral and he was staring at every detail on your face.
“I told you, you’re mine. No man is going to touch you again.” He responded cooly, leaning forward he kissed each of your cheeks slowly. You leaned your forehead against his and murmured, “I’m not property, you know.”
“I know, you’re smart and headstrong. You are beautiful and you’re mine.” He spoke of certainty and leaned forward, kissing you fully. His lips were soft like velvet, one of his hands grabbed the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. He nipped at your lip, kissing you harder.
When he pulled back, you both were breathless, chests heaving. He ran one of his thumbs down your pink cheeks and brushed it across your lips.
“Is that what this is? You lay claim to me and I’m just okay with it?”
“You can choose not to reciprocate but you are mine, and I don’t want to let go.”
He leaned forward against, giving you a chaste kiss. The sound of the door opening, split you both apart. Shachi walked into the room, a look of confusion on his face. You cheeks were pink, you were breathing heavily and now you were painted in hickeys.
Law gave a quick kiss to your forehead and whispered in your ear, “Come to my room later and we can continue this study session.”
He straightened up and headed out, ignoring Shachi’s presence. Shachi looked at you then at the door then back at you, “What did I miss?”
Hello! my post about my discord server is old, that server has been deleted sadly.
However! I do have a yumeship server for one piece yumeshippers!
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(I will list the non sharing characters down Below sharing is green,non sharing is red, selective is orange) thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!! :3
Just a little something because there's not enough male reader content
Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/M!Reader, getting together, jealous!Crocodile, boss/employee, weird npc is obsessed w reader, implied canon-typical violence, possessive!Crocodile, first date
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You'd been working for Sir Crocodile at rain dinners for a while now. You worked on the casino floor, waiting on guests who might need it while most of your co-workers worked the tables or at the bar. You were one of just two waiters, and that meant you were often stretched thin, working twice as hard as your other co-workers in order to do everything you needed to. But, damnit, you did your job well! You had already gotten a small raise, and you'd gotten a bonus last holiday season.
Crocodile wasn't at the casino often, attending to other business that he had. He was a busy man. But on the times that he was at the casino, you were usually sent to tend to him. Your waitress co-worker had been asked once but she hadn't been able to keep her nerve in the wake of such a large, intimidating man. You didn't mind, tending to Crocodile was usually a far less stressful job than tending to the general public.
You'd built somewhat of a rapport with him, to the point where he usually greeted you by name whenever you first came to see him during a visit, taking his first drink order of the day. He asked you for your thoughts on the casino sometimes, asked for information about the usual goings on of a day when he couldn't be there. You answered the questions to the best of your ability, but at first you'd also been prone to telling little white lies - you didn't want to disparage his establishment after all. Now? Now you'd freely tell him about problem employees and customers, things that needed changing, and ideas you had for the betterment of the casino. Sometimes, things changed and sometimes they didn't - he was free to make those choices himself of course, you were just honoured that he asked you at all.
Today, Crocodile was due to make another visit. You'd been told ahead of time, instructed to take care of your section until he arrived, and then it would be closed to help your co-worker while you tended to the man.
There was just one small problem. You had.. an enthusiastic customer, to put it politely.
The customer was a regular, and he always made sure to sit in your section and chat with you. It'd been nice at first, you made sure to give him excellent service for being a loyal customer, and it was nice that he liked you. Then he specifically waited for a table so he could sit in your section even if the entire other section was empty. He'd be there from open until close, buying something just often enough that he wasn't told to leave. He'd attempted to follow you on your lunch break more than once. He was starting to be scary, but you had to put on your best customer service face, because that was your job.
You closed your section, despite much complaining, and the customer attempted to follow you to Sir Crocodile. Thankfully, he spent his time in a private VIP area, so the security stopped the customer from following you. You had less than a minute to calm yourself down before making it to Crocodile, but you were fairly sure you'd managed.
"Good afternoon, Sir. How can I help you today?" You asked, cursing your slightly shaking voice.
"You know, I afford my employees here a lot of free reign, but this is incredibly unprofessional of you," Crocodile said, causing anxiety to start brewing in your stomach, "I'll take a whiskey." You nodded and set off to do that for him, desperately attempting to figure out what you'd done wrong.
Your stomach was in knots when you returned to Crocodile, setting his whiskey down on the table in front of him gently.
"I'm sorry if I'm speaking out of turn, sir, but I was wondering what I've done that you consider unprofessional?" You needed to know, and you could only hope that he'd explain so you could fix the behaviour.
"This is your work place, leave your little boyfriend at home next time." Crocodile told you, looking bored as if it should've been obvious that his was the issue, but you only found yourself more confused - you didn't have a boyfriend.
"I think there's been a miscommunication sir - I don't have a boyfriend. I'm single, I live alone." You replied, the tray you'd used to carry Crocodile's drink clutched tightly in your hand.
"Then who is the young man that has been obsessively following you?" He asked, his dismissive tone replaced by one more firm. He needed information and he needed it quickly.
"Just a customer sir." You told him, and you couldn't bear to make eye contact anymore, his hard gaze unnerving for the first time since you'd begun to work for the man.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You've been gone for a few weeks, he only started being so.. interested when you were gone. I haven't had a chance." You admitted. You'd been planning on telling him today anyway, it wouldn't be the first uncomfortable visitor he'd banned from the casino for mistreating his staff.
"Stay here. I'll be dealing with this one personally."
And then he was gone. Crocodile had stood from the chair where he'd been lounging and left you in the VIP area out of harms way while he returned to the main area of the casino to find the customer that had been bothering you. The VIP area was soundproofed, so you could only guess what had happened while he was out there, but Crocodile returned with red knuckles and a small spatter of blood on his face. You were able to fill in the gaps.
"Sir?" You asked softly, unsure what you were meant to do from here, what was expected of you next.
"I'm taking you out." Crocodile declared, gently taking the tray from your hand that you were still clutching, something to ground yourself with. You looked up at him blankly for a moment, just blinking, processing what he'd said.
"You're what?" You asked, needing some seriously clarification before you were able to process his words.
"Go home, get changed into something casual, be back here in three hours. I'm taking you out." He repeated, ushering you out the door. Out. On a date. Okay maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe it wasn't a date, but just an outing. Bosses did those right? Sure, yeah. That must be it.
You headed home as you'd been instructed to, took a shower and scrubbed yourself within an inch of your life. You sprayed yourself with deodorant and cologne, hoping you could raise yourself to the standard Crocodile might expect from someone he was going.. out with. You agonised over what to wear, sure that nothing in your wardrobe was good enough for wherever you were headed. At least he'd said casual - that meant you were off the hook.
With a pair of nice trousers, patterned and made of a thin cotton that would allow the fabric to breathe to help with the heat, and a shirt in a different colour, only buttoned part way to display some of your chest - it still could be a date and there was nothing wrong with showing off a little on a date - you were ready to go. Go where, you still had no idea, but you were ready for it. Anywhere that Crocodile took you could only be wonderful.
As requested, you returned to the casino to find Crocodile outside already waiting for you. For a second you were concerned that you were late, but Crocodile gave a small smile upon seeing you, using his sand to snuff out his cigar which was quickly disposed of.
"You look handsome." He said as you stepped up beside him, and it caught you off guard.
"Oh- thank you sir. You look quite dashing yourself." You replied and he softly laughed, offering his arm for you to take.
"Please, don't call me sir outside of work. Not unless you want me to drastically change our plans, and take you back to my bedroom." Your cheeks warmed quickly and you froze, eyes widening.
"I- yeah. Okay." You quickly nodded, hardly able to speak nevermind reply intelligently.
It was definitely a date.
Crocodile took you to a small café, which was hardly what you'd been expecting, but apparently they did the best coffee in the area. After tasting it, you believed him. He indulged you by paying for everything, and banned talking about work, only allowing the two of you to talk about yourselves.
When you approached the casino again, the sun had begun to set and you'd only left because the café had closed. It had been nothing short of wonderful, but you had questions that you needed to ask before the two of you parted.
"I hope you had a good afternoon with me?" Crocodile asked, allowing you to take your arm back from his.
"I did, it was lovely. But, I have some questions."
"I'll do my best to answer them."
"Mainly.. why? I don't understand why you'd want to take me out like this. I didn't think I was your.. type." You dodged around the fact that what you really meant was you didn't think Crocodile was gay. He seemed the sort to enjoy having a pretty lady on his arm, not.. you.
"Well, you shouldn't assume those sorts of things. I've entertained both men and women in my life," Crocodile said first, and you were embarrassed to know he understood what you'd meant quite clearly, because you had assumed he was right, "and I suppose I should've made my intentions clearer,"
"at first I was away on business, but I extended my stay after Miss All Sunday notified me of your little fan. I admit it was childish, but I've been interested in you for some time now, and I thought I'd lost my chance. When I heard today that his attentions were unwanted, I took it upon myself to take care of the issue, and then I knew I had to ask you on a date myself. I couldn't risk letting you get away again."
His confession made your head spin and your palms sweat. What? Your own feelings that you'd been harbouring for your employer were requited, and had been for a time now.
"I've had a little thing for you for a while as well, actually. I have to admit. I kind of convinced myself I didn't have a chance with you." You replied, and Crocodile tilted your chin so you were looking up at him, also bending down so you were more level, his eyes locked on yours.
"I think you're stunning. I only wish I'd pursued you sooner, you could've been trussed up in the finest fabrics, sleeping in my bed, and far from the scum that decided he had any right to try to touch you." His words made your heart flutter and stomach flip. He really wanted all of that?
"I should've known you'd be a possessive man."
"Oh I am. Incredibly so. If you agree to this with me, there will be no getting away from it. You'll be mine. My boy."
Synopsis: Crocodile spares no expense when it comes to you, even if the relationship between you is supposed to be a facade. That includes indulging in your favourite type of entertainment - the theatre
Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/M!Reader, fake dating, mutual pining, fluff, romantic tension
Word Count: 1,357
A blind date for my dear @abarosoap for this event
The relationship that the two of you had was strictly business. It served a purpose, for Crocodile to have someone on his arm, as a warlord garnering favour amongst the people of Alabasta. You certainly were able to reap the rewards of that position, to be draped in finery and doted on by the people and the employees of Baroque Works alike. Because, naturally, he couldn’t just have some fool on his arm - Crocodile needed someone just as dangerous as himself or at the very least as dangerous as Miss All Sunday, able to look after yourself and be capable in his absence. He couldn’t stand fools, or people who couldn’t stand on their own two feet. You were perfect. A strong fighter, unassuming when at his side, with your appearance being more androgynous but there was no doubt that beneath that was the same strength as any marine worth their salt.
That didn’t stop the way he treated you from giving you butterflies, though. It wasn’t real, none of it was, even the way he gifted you things screamed ‘just business’ and yet you couldn’t help the way it made your heart race, and made your hands clammy. You cursed yourself for it, because you knew your place, knew what your role was beside him, but the heart wants what it wants. Your heart wanted him.
It was a night like any other, Crocodile was taking you out somewhere to support the local economy and be seen, the two of you together as a strong, capable couple. Someone to look to. Reliable, trustworthy, present in the community. It was also a nice excuse for the two of you to get an evening off from everything. No business, no death, no worrying about marines and local politics. Just the peace of existing together, knowing precisely where you stood, and who the other was. Not many people knew the great Sir Crocodile, but you were able to claim that you likely knew him best of anyone currently in his life. You may not know his past, but what did you need to? You knew who he was in the present.
And in that very present? He was standing outside your door, knuckles rapping at the wood, waiting for you to join him. You never kept Crocodile waiting.
When you opened the door, you found him dressed in a different suit than usual, well tailored and professional as they always were.
“Do I finally get to know where we’re going?” You asked him, quickly closing and locking your door before you hooked your arm around his, letting him lead the way.
“Impatient boy,” he lightly chided, but the smirk tugging at his lips behind his usual cigar told you that he was planning on telling you, “we’re going to the theatre.” And if it weren’t for the fact that your arm was linked with his, you might have entirely stopped in place.
“The theatre?” You repeated, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice.
“Careful, or I might think you’re excited.” He lightly teased, and all you could do was scoff. This was why you made such a convincing couple, the two of you were able to tease each other, to laugh just a little (though mostly when nobody was watching), to lean on each other as if you truly were a couple. Or, at the very least, old friends.
“It’s almost like you’ve planned something just for me, knowing I’d like it, and then kept it a secret until the last moment just to make me excited.” You accused him with a raised brow.
“Oh? No, that doesn’t sound like me.” He lightly replied, though the way those golden eyes peered down at you, just out of the corner of his eye, told a very different story.
“No, of course not.” You replied, rolling your eyes with a soft laugh. Silence lapsed over the two of you then, peacefully walking down the street as the sun set over the horizon, casting the streets in a soft golden hue. The walk to the theatre wasn’t long, but plenty of locals from the area saw you together, quietly walking, simply being in each other’s company. That was the main mission for the evening complete - add to your reputation together. Now, you could focus on actually enjoying yourselves.
The moment you were sat in your seats, in a cushy box above the average audience member, the two of you were able to relax a little. Nobody was seeing you up there, nobody could judge or question you. Though you still sat close together, your knee pressed to his, his hand partially on your thigh as well as his own. You didn’t question it, and Crocodile didn’t comment either. It was simply natural for the two of you by now.
The show was nothing short of excellent. Of course, that was exactly what you’d expect. Crocodile seemed generally bored throughout, but he never said a word on it. You didn’t notice the fact that he spent far more of the evening watching your reactions than the show itself, eyes dragging over your face to take in every detail - each shift of your brows, crease in your cheeks, twitch of your lips. That was far more interesting to him. Who cared for a show with singing and dancing? Certainly not him. Not when the real show was sitting beside him in the booth.
He walked you home after, as he always did because he was a gentleman, or at least he excelled and portraying one. Your arm looped with his again, fingers wrapped around his bicep, and if you were less focused on making sure you didn’t fall over the uneven flagstones of your street you might have lost yourself and started idly running your fingers over the muscle. Your door was finally in sight, and you dared to pay just that tiny bit less attention, apparently at the exact wrong moment. The next step tripped you, and almost sent you tumbling, if it weren’t for the fact that in the next instant a hook was curled around your waist effortlessly, the tip just short of breaking skin.
You looked up at Crocodile, eyes slightly wide, heart racing. You’d almost hit the pavement, you would’ve if he hadn’t been there.
“Thank you, sir.” You said softly, and Crocodile scoffed.
“Don’t call me that, not here.” He replied, and with his hand he gently returned you to your feet, only now you were closer than you’d been before, chest almost pressed fully against his. Your breath caught as you looked up at him, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in your throat. You’d never been quite so deep in his space - sure, you touched him near constantly, but it was always with a certain properness to it, designed to be acceptable to be seen. This was more intimate. The feel of his breath on your face, his hand still hovering, the arch of his hook pressed to your back as if he didn’t want you to step away.
“Si- Crocodile..” You murmured.
“So he can be taught.” He teased, the smirk beneath his cigar seemed to make your knees buckle. You opened your mouth to reply, but found that nothing came out. You didn’t know how you’d even reply to that, even if all your words weren’t caught in your throat.
“Cat got your tongue, dear?” He prompted, leaning slightly further into your space.
“No,” you stubbornly replied, even as you struggled to find something of substance to say. There was a beat where neither of you moved, simply staring at each other and breathing in the same air. Then a distant sound of a window closing seemed to snap the tension between the two of you, and Crocodile stood straight, stepping back out of your space.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, watching as you walked the rest of the short distance to your front door.
“See you tomorrow, sir.” You watched the way he clenched his jaw, cigar crushed slightly between his teeth. You couldn’t help laughing.
Tomorrow was another day.
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Synopsis: Crocodile hates how cold it is on Karai Bari, and you try to cheer him up with a little treat
Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/M!Reader, established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, snow
Word Count: 1,038
For prompt "hot chocolate" from my Winter Request Event
There wasn’t often times when Crocodile truly had time to himself to relax. On those rare days, you knew you had to take advantage of them.
He hadn’t adjusted well to the weather of Karai Bari, and complained frequently about missing the warmth of Alabasta’s deserts. So.. when it began to snow? He was inconsolable. Not in the traditional way, of course, no your lover wasn’t one to express himself in typical ways. But his cigar stock depleated much faster than usual, he was found more often tiredly rubbing his temples, and the poor bananawanis had even taken to avoiding him which they so rarely did. Thankfully, you were more capable of handling his moods than they were.
You trudged through the snow without hesitation to get to the kitchens and prepare a treat. Perhaps it wasn’t one he’d appreciate as much as you were hoping but he’d always been capable of indulging you on small things like this, and you hoped that the gesture would be enough to at least ease some of his tension. The cook had no protests when you informed him that it was Crocodile you were preparing something for, after all each meal he’d had since the weather turned had been thrown out, with heavy criticism.
The trip back to Crocodile’s tent was utterly miserable, your socks got wet in the snowfall and some of it had melted down your back, but it was more than worth it if only to make your lover stop grinding his teeth. He was exactly where you left him, which was what you’d been expecting - at his desk, cigar between his teeth, papers in front of him but untouched. It was a sorry sight, for those whom he allowed to see it. You removed everything but your underwear, then shuffled over to greet him, glad the fire in his tent was roaring.
Crocodile didn’t look up until you gently placed a mug on his desk, and removed the lid to allow the steam inside to escape.
“What is this?” He asked flatly, looking up from the mug to you.
“Hot chocolate, dear. It’ll warm you up.” You replied, sipping at your own mug with a pleased hum.
“I am not five.”
“Neither am I. I’m glad you can use your eyes.”
“Do not sass me right now.”
“I will sass you whenever I like, dear. I made it for you, at least try it.” You finally said, sliding the mug closer to his ringed hand, and the knowledge that you’d gone to the trouble of preparing it yourself was enough to at least force him to pull the cigar from between his lips and take a sip. You waited for a moment, watching closely as the crease between his brows subtly lessened, something only you would’ve noticed on his firmly stoic face. Generally, sweet things weren’t to his taste, but there was something about a properly prepared thick hot chocolate on a cool day that you’d been sure he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Well?” You prompted with a small smirk, perching yourself on the edge of his desk. Your trousers lifted at the ankles from the new position, the dampness from the snow cool against your skin.
“Well what?” He asked, avoiding your eyes as he took another sip before he set the mug back down on his desk, close so he’d be able to grab it again when he wanted more.
“Are you doing to drink it, and let it warm you from the inside?” You asked, leaning down slightly so your smug expression would be visible even as he turned his lilac eyes down to the paperwork in front of him.
“Will you be more or less tolerable if I say yes?” He asked in return rather than giving you an answer, but that alone was an answer in itself. With a soft chuckle, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his head. You left your own mug behind to cross his office and slip into your shared sleeping area to change into some warm, dry pyjamas.
When you returned, Crocodile was holding the mug again, letting the warm steam from the drink drift upwards to warm his cheeks, and his large palm wrapped around the ceramic to ease his stiff fingers. You didn’t comment, just observed for a moment before you took your own mug again. You didn’t need to say anything, knowing that you’d helped was enough. You settled on one of the plush leather sofas in his office, curling up in the corner with a fleece blanket to block the cold out, the leather beneath you starting to warm from your touch against it.
“Cozy?” He asked after several minutes, and when you looked up you found that your lover’s eyes were on you. You wondered briefly how long he’d been staring.
“I am. Would you like to join me?”
“I have work to do.”
“And yet, you’re staring. Come join me, dear.” You insisted, lifting the blanket to invite him in. It didn’t take much convincing after that, it so rarely did nowadays when your warmth was on offer. He brought his half empty mug along with him, and sat himself on the sofa, not flinching as you slipped yourself into his lap, wrapping the blanket around the both of you with ease.
“You look warmer.” You noted, reaching up to touch his cheek with gentle fingers, finding that indeed he wasn’t as cold as he’d been earlier.
“You look dashing like this.” He replied, and the flush on your cheeks had absolutely nothing to do with the warmth of your pyjamas or the hot chocolate in your stomach. A moment passed where the two of you simply looked at each other, basking in the comfort that came with being so close, and in private, where nobody could comment on the situation or how you stared at each other.
“I’ll make you another mug tomorrow, then.” You decided after a moment, and despite his earlier reluctance, a smile pulled at his lips.
“I’ll look forward to it, my love.” Crocodile said, leaning down to kiss you gently, and that was the thing that made you feel warmest of all.
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