#crocomom fic

[khepiari]

I will never regret writing Crocodad fics, you all readers make it worth it!

SOB!

Someone left a comment in Mandarin on my old Crocodad fic!

Obviously, the MLT is wonky, but I appreciate the sentiment behind the words. Thank you! Let me sob some more….

\(T___T)/

[khepiari]

New Crocodad and child Luffy One Shot: A Puzzle Designed to be Solved Over a Period of Time

Summary:

Gen| AU| Domestic Fluff Relationship: Parent Sir Crocodile and son Monkey D Luffy Sequel to Our Baby's First Snowfall Prequel to What Has Luffy Done Now? Word count: 3900

The heavy wooden doors of my office got kicked open, and entered a demon spawn covered in red. Behind him followed Daz Bonez with a dirty backpack slung on his arm. My assistant had gained a few more grey hairs thanks to the babysitting job he took forcibly despite my protests.

The staff members, who were all busy working until a moment ago, cheered. Their shrewd boss's son was a celebrity. They all wanted to fawn over Luffy, but Daz Bonez's ice-cold glare made them all scoot out with their laptops and files in hand.

"DAAADD!" The fruit of my dead husband's loins came rushing to my desk and grinned. The crispy ironed red school uniform, the polished black shoes, and the little handkerchief pinned on his shirt's pocket, which all looked adorable on him in the morning, were now dishevelled and soiled. The lovely hair that I had patiently combed back before setting his red hat, too, was unruly and staring at me cheekily. If I touched them, I knew it would be sticky and dusty. No doubt, he went out of his way to roll in the dirt and played all day with his friends instead of studying.

“I GOT A C- IN TEST.” That was an improvement from the previous F. The after-school lessons to improve his distracted mind, slow speech issues and dyslexia were helping. “SEEEEEEE! C-, now can I get that Sora Puzzle!” Internally, I was happy, but I didn't nod right away. As much as I wanted to spoil him, I had to maintain some discipline.

"CAN I?"

Could he be a little less loud?

"DAAAAAAD!"

Nope. The answer was nope, he couldn't. It was stupid of me to expect a six-year-old boy to be quiet. Once upon a time, I was concerned about his slow speech development and had dragged him to a speech therapist. And now. He loved talking with me. I was grateful.

"I heard you the first time, Monkey D Luffy. You can calm down." After unhooking my stump from the golden hook, I stretched my fully-functional arm and offered him my palm. "Let me see your test-book, first."

"Here." It was not Luffy, it was Daz Bonez who handed me the test-book. "Please don't be harsh about the mess." Those words were whispered to me. Dear lord, the green test-book was tattered too. The binding was torn, the pages were loose, and the corners were dog-eared. "What do you do in school, child? Did you wrestle with this in the mud?"

"I did nothing!" Luffy tiptoed to rest his cute face on the edge of the desk. Then he blinked. "It evolved." Of course. Of course, it evolved. "Like Pokémon." The itch to squish his chubby cheeks grew in me.

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[khepiari]

New Crocodad fic: The Son We Didn't Raise

Summary: Canon Universe Divergent. Crocodile reunites with Dragon as he has some questions!

SFW.

Ever since I was born , fate has thrown me many curveballs; physically and mentally and emotionally and socially and of course politically. Hence, at a very young age, I learned that being prepared was the only way for me to achieve what I wanted. With that mindset, I had set out to the sea. Being prepared didn’t ensure my life was easier, but it kept me alive and safe.

Yet, mistakes were made.

I was the one who made the mistake.

Calling him a mistake was unjustified— his birth was not in his control. It was in mine and his father’s hands. And maybe fate’s. I didn’t believe in gods and fates and prophecy, but my heart always told me that his birth happened because maybe fate had taken an extra interest to torture me.

Now I know it was not a maybe, it was fate, that fucking bitch.

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[khepiari]

My First Crocodad Fic: What Has Luffy Done Now?

By KhepiAri

Crocomom/Dadodile and teen Luffy

“Boss—"

The word entered my office before Daz had stepped in, I wanted to ignore him, but the urgency in his voice only meant one thing, trouble. And not any trouble that I could solve by breaking someone’s limbs or buying their stocks or blackmailing.

“Mr Bonez,” I looked up from my papers, and my assistant cast his gaze down, what has my spawn done now, “spit it out. What has Luffy done now?”

“He beat up his classmates.”

“Isn’t that like a weekly thing? I wonder where he picked his punch first talk later tendencies!”

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