My first request on this blog... it feels kinda weird xD Could I ask for something angsty where crocodile is really sick and his s/o is trying to comfort him? Good luck with all these requests and I'm happy every time you appear on my dash, keep going :)
Sir Crocodile:
Crocodile always stands straight and tall. The henchmen that come in and out of his space cower when he glances at them with the usual glare he has on his face. And that's what he strives for. Even when his blood feels like it's searing under his skin and his breath is coming out in puffs.
He stands by the window, arms crossed as groups of people march across to fulfill his orders. Mr. 0's job is never done, after all. So even if his muscles are screaming at him and the urge to sleep is strong, he has to oversee his operations or else these idiots could foil his plans for overthrowing the monarchy of Alabasta-
He stiffens as he hears the door close behind him. When did it open? His senses must be thrown off by the fever. He clicks his tongue as he turns to destroy whoever came in. His arm raises but then stops before he does anything with his devil fruit at the sight of you. Any semblance of rage disperses and he lowers his arm, feigning adjusting his suit.
"I've told you to knock before entering, doll." His voice coming out monotone even in his scolds.
"I did knock," you say as you step towards him, "the fever must have reached your ears or something."
He scoffs and folds his arms once more. How annoying. Of course you have noticed his slight unbalance (and totally not a fever or sickness), an annoying trait of yours. He watches you step up and reach out to touch him.
"Crocodile, the orders are out and Miss All Sunday can oversee that things go well. Please, go rest-" As your hand is about to make purchase with his arm, his devil fruit activates and his arm becomes sand. You pull your hand back and look up at the towering man.
He glares and you stare back. There's a couple of seconds of silence where he can feel the string that connects the two of you could snap in an instance on how he reacts next.
You reach out once more and make purchase on his arm. He lets his shoulders slump as he glances out the window once more.
"The cargo-"
"Is right on schedule."
"And the agents-"
"Have their assignments."
"..."
"What else will you do other than stand here menacingly?"
He sighs as he hears the joy in your tone. He feels your arm hook around the bend of his arm and lets you tug him along to your shared bed.
"I'll make you some crocodile soup, how does that sound?"
"... Add tomatoes."
"Yes, sir."











