New Crocodad and child Luffy One Shot: A Puzzle Designed to be Solved Over a Period of Time
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.
Could he be a little less loud?
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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