Howdy! I’m trying on legal names for size right now, so you can call me Crusty (they/them)
I’m 27, and 10 years later I’m finally getting back into writing and doing art. I’ve already started to outline a one piece fic about the Cross Guild, and I’ve begun practicing drawing for such as well.
I have no feasible idea of what my timeline will look like here, but I’m going to be kind to myself about it because it’s something i fundamentally enjoy doing.
I did have a One Piece side blog over at @skypeia-the-golden-balls and seeing everybody’s art and writing inspired me enough to make a whole new blog for my whole new creative stuff!
If you want to discuss one piece shoot me a message or an ask!
i like how baroque works functions as a mafia bc they really do have the class of one. whenever one of the agents gets beaten by a strawhat they go woaw. You had it in you to defeat me. Congratulazioni. If you need a favor call me. except for of course the godfather who will make it his personal mission to dismantle your family members limb by limb for so much as stepping on his long fucking coat
A/N: thanks dear @mustangshelbyy for requesting "Can you write a scene where the woman he’s involved with starts laughing because of a slightly absurd or ironic situation, and it surprises Crocodile enough that he ends up laughing too" I'm sorry it's a bit short but I thought drawing it out would be a bit weird. Hope you like it though.
Plot: Buggy is causing chaos and you find it extremely funny and apparently Crocodile seems to enjoy it a bit more than he likes to admit
Warnings: none, SFW, Buggy being a clumsy dork, and me trying to come up with a ridiculous scene (that's just so weird, sorry), not proofred
Charactes: FReader, Sir Crocodile, some shouting from Buggy
The Cross Guild hideout was never truly quiet. Even when Crocodile tried to enforce silence. It still leaked in through the walls, Buggy’s voice, mostly…..especially to be honest.
“…AND THEN I SAID, ‘OF COURSE I DESERVE THE TREASURE! I AM THE FUTURE KING OF THE PIRATES!’”
A pause, no one wanted to say something at first before one of the crew decided to break the silence. “…Captain Buggy, that was not what happened.”
“That is EXACTLY what happened,” he insisted.
“It absolutely wasn’t,” Avlida sighed sipping from a glass of wine.
From the other side of the office door, Crocodile didn’t even look up from his paperwork. “Shut him up,” he said flatly to you.
You leaned against the desk, watching him with mild amusement. “You say that like it’s easy.”
Another crash echoed outside, followed by shouting. Then what sounded like several men arguing over a map that may or may not have been upside down.
Crocodile’s pen stopped when someoneknocked on the door. He was clearly annoyed by now. “…What now.”
The door creaked open slightly. One of the Cross Guild members peeked in. “Sir Crocodile… there’s been a situation.”
“I can hear that.”
“It involves… Captain Buggy,” the man explained with a shaky voice.
“I assumed,” Crocodile said rubbing the bridge of his nose. You were surprised that he wasn’t yelling by now and found the whole conversation rather amusing already.
“…He attempted to ‘improve morale’ by personally leading a treasure retrieval mission.”
Crocodile slowly exhaled smoke. “…And?”
The man paused for a moment and it was clear he was debating with himself on how to continue or if it would be smarter to sent someone else in and just run. “…He got stuck in a cannon,” he finally said.
Silence followed his word, you tried not to smirk and found a stain on the floor suddenly very important.
“…Again?” Crocodile asked, dangerously calm.
“Yes, sir.”
From outside Buggy’s shouting could be heard. “UNHAND ME, YOU FOOLS! THIS IS PART OF MY MASTER STRATEGY!”
A second voice was sounding like someone was panicking. “He’s upside down.”
“Actually, he’s been upside down for ten minutes,” Galdino's voice added.
You though had started to press your lips together, you knew that it was kinda embarrassing thinking that the man that had become a Yonko, that was believed to be the mastermind behind the Cross Guild, the one leading Sir Crocodile and Dracule Mihawk was currently stuck upside down in a cannon — again.
Crocodile’s eye twitched slightly. “…Continue,” he ordered wanting to know what caused that mess this time.
“Well Captain Buggy wanted to fire a glitter bomb with the cannon but it didn’t work and… he tried to check why it didn’t work said something about disrespect and then he lost his footing and he slid into the cannon…” the man paused for a moment because that wasn’t even the worst part of it. “….apparently the cannon decided to put aside it’s protest of not working and so he got fired…..sideways…” the man finished and you were feeling so damn close to explode from laughter, that you were clawing at your own arm to keep you from it.
“…Toward what,” Crocodile asked clearly close to losing his shit.
“The supply warehouse,” the man stammered clearly regretting that he was the one to report.
You saw Crocodile’s eye twitch again and this time a bit more aggressive but he didn’t erupt not yet at least. “…And?”
The man exhaled and clutched at his sleeve. “…He broke through three walls.”
Crocodile finally set the pen down. Very slowly, very deliberately and very annoyed. “…And ruined the map room.” He said more as a matter of fact.
“…Yes, sir.”
You made a sound, something between half cough, half laugh, and immediately tried to hide it behind your hand. Especially when Crocodile shot you a look that clearly meant 'don’t'. Which made it even harder. It was like a switch flipped inside you whenever you knew you weren’t allowed to laugh you felt like bursting out into it. But before that could happen you could hear shouting from outside again.
“I HAVE DISCOVERED A NEW CONTINENT!” Buggy’s loud and boisterous voice shouted.
“That’s a barrel,” Cabaji sighed.
“I NAME IT BUGGYLAND!” Buggy exclaimed totally ignoring Cabaji.
That was the final straw in your composure snapping. To hold back was no longer possible and you knew Crocodile would be scolding you for it but it just burst out of you. Pure, genuine and unfiltered laughter. Not loudly at first, just a small, incredulous sound that slipped out before you could stop it.
Crocodile’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes unreadable and you tried to recover but it didn’t really work. “I’m sorry— it’s just— Buggy calling a barrel a continent—” you stammered before another laugh escaped you.
Crocodile rubbed his temple and looked back toward the door. “…Idiots,” he murmured as he dismissed the man in the office who looked extremely relieved to get out.
“Complete idiots,” you nodded, still laughing before you managed to calm down again.
Your eyes locked with his and for a moment there was silence again, not the uncomfortable kind though.
He finally exhaled, low and deep. “…He called it Buggyland,” he said shaking his head slightly in disbelief
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, that was it again. Hearing Crocodile repeat it caused you to lose it and the laughter bubbled out of you again. “Sorry” you said but couldn’t stop yourself and simply let it out now. He could scold you later for it, right now it was just too funny.
Crocodile didn’t react immediately, he just stared at the paperwork. But then you heard it. Very quietly, a short rough sound was leaving his lips. Not quite a cough but not quite ‘nothing’ either.
You froze, your laughter ebbing out. “…Was that—” you asked, eyes wide and lighting up at him.
“No,” he denied flatly.
You looked at him and pointed a finger. “It definitely was!”
Crocodile groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “It wasn’t.” But his mouth had already betrayed him, just slightly. A faint crease at the corner, like the idea of amusement had forced it’s way through sheer pressure.
Before you could say something else you could hear Buggy’s voice again.
“DECLARE IT AS CROSS GUILD TERRITORY! I DEMAND A FLAG!” Buggy shouted and you felt your lips twitch again.
“…He’s asking for a flag,” Crocodile rumbled and leaned back in his chair, taking a drag from his cigar. “…Give him a flag.”
You stared at him with wide eyes and furrowing your brow. “You’re indulging him?”
“I’m ending the situation,” he explained.
You tilted your head slightly, still totally surprised by this. “That’s not how this sounds.”
“It is.”
You didn’t believe him but you knew that this conversation was leading nowhere and instead you smiled again, softer this time, watching him instead of the chaos outside.
“…You were going to laugh,” you said crossing your arms.
“I did not,” he said, his eyes meeting yours.
Your smile didn’t falter in fact it actually widened a bit. “You almost did.”
Crocodile glanced at you. “Don’t make it a habit of noticing things.”
“I already do.”
You kept looking at each other without any words being said and you saw his own gaze softening. Outside, Buggy continued declaring sovereignty over a barrel, he deemed a new continent.
Crocodile sighed. “…It is a ridiculous name,” he rumbled quieter than before.
Your grin widened immediately. “Oh my god — you are laughing,” you smirked pointing a finger at him.
“I am not.”
“Come on you laughed over Buggyland, over the fact that Buggy got stuck in a cannon that sent him flying into the map room to ‘discover’ a new continent and demanding a flag to make it officially Cross Guild territory” you said, purposely repeating everything to see his lips twitch. “I knew it," you almost shouted as you looked at him.
“What."
“That,” you said pointing at his mouth. “That little smile right there”
“It wasn't a smile,” he frowned.
“It absolutely was.”
“I was exhaling.”
“That was not an exhale that was a smile.”
“It wasn’t,” he protested again.
This time though you didn’t let him off that easy. “It was.”
“...You're becoming insufferable.”
Your eyes remained locked on his. “Buggyland” you repeated again and then giggled yourself it was just too ridiculous. And just in that moment the chaos outside decided to reach it’s absolute high.
“CAPTAIN BUGGY! THE BARREL HAS ROLLED AWAY!” someone shouted.
“AFTER IT!” Buggy ordered.
“..Captain... it's rolling downhill.”
“...THEN DECLARE IT A COLONY!” Buggy screamed loudly and over the top and that was it. Crocodile actually let out a short laugh. Not because he wanted to but because Buggy and your laughter had defeated his self-control for good.
The sound made your heart swell. You looked at him with open delight as your laughter joined his. Not solely because of Buggy but because somehow Crocodile’s laugh was infectious. When his dark rumbling laughter stopped, he looked at you and then down at his papers as if he had been burnt and the sound of his own laughter had embarrassed him because it wasn't that villainous laugh you knew. It was lighter, more genuine.
“I like that sound,” he suddenly rumbled.
You were ripped out of your thoughts at his sudden words and you looked up at him and blinked confused. “What sound?”
He didn’t answer immediately and seemed to hesitate for a moment as if inwardly annoyed with himself that he brought that up. “Your laugh,” he finally admitted.
You were caught off guard and stared at him for a long while before he cleared his throat. “It suits you,” he said like a matter of fact and that didn’t make this moment any less shocking and surprising for you. In the best way though.
“Was that a compliment?” you managed to ask feeling your cheeks heat up slightly.
“No,” he lied.
“It definitely was,” you said grinning wide.
“I made an observation.”
“That's your version of a compliment.”
He didn't react on it and instead reached for a file on his desk and pretended like he was busy. “Get out,” he grumbled.
You though didn’t move. Instead you laughed again and this time, the corner of his mouth lifted immediately. You didn’t comment on it, you simply enjoyed seeing him like this.
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