So Annoying Pt. 2
Crocodile and adopted child reader
Platonic adopted child
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Crocodile sat in his lounge chair, taking another long puff of his cigar, his foot lazily tapping on the pristine tile of his study.
Currently waiting for (Y/N) to finish getting washed up by a few servants he had in his home. Truthfully he couldn't help but be amused by his admittedly spar of the moment choice of taking the little street rat-
What can he say.. She was a tough little annoying brat.
Sort of reminded him of himself when younger...
"Hey Mister!"
Once again that shrill little voice snapping him from his thoughts, looking to see a servant standing next to (Y/N) her matted hair now combed, a clean face and in fresh clothes- seemingly to big for her starved frame however it would do for now.
"Looking less like a street rat I see"
Crocodile leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he fixed (Y/N) with a smirk. Her glare was sharp, practically spitting venom his way, and it only amused him further.
"I Didnt look like one before!" she snapped, her voice dripping with defiance.
The servant next to her gasped, visibly flinching, but Crocodile’s smirk didn’t falter. Instead, he let out a low chuckle.
"Bold. I’ll give you that," he said, leaning back in his chair again. "Most kids would be shaking in their boots right about now."
(Y/N) crossed her arms and scowled. "I’m not scared of you."
Crocodile raised an eyebrow, genuinely entertained by her audacity. "No, but the fact that I’m letting your little mouth run without snapping your neck should tell you something."
"Congratulations, You don't kill children. A hero it seems!" (Y/N) boldly claimed.
That earned a genuine laugh from him. He reached for a fresh cigar, rolling it between his fingers. "You’re a mouthy little brat, aren’t you?"
She shrugged, Crocodile looking closely at the little girl he had named and was currently mouthing off to him. He could defiantly see a spark in her, that toughness that only came from crawling through the muck- fighting for every scrap of food and basic necessities.
"Bring food-"
He curtly said to the servant who nodded quickly and left the room, The large man waving (Y/N) to come in closer which she did with suspicion in her gaze.
"You’ve got some fire in you, I’ll give you that," he said, his smirk widening as he picked up the little girl by the scruff of her now clean clothes using his hooked appendage "Reminds me of myself when I was your age—except I had better manners."
(Y/N) sent another glare to him, as she kicked her little legs angrily.
"Put me down Stupid Face!" She yelled as she continued to try and fight him in the air.
"You’re lucky I like your attitude, kid," Crocodile said, taking another puff of his cigar "Keep it up, and you might actually survive in this world. But don’t push your luck too far. I’ve got limits, even for entertaining brats like you."
The little brat slowed her little in air fighting as she stared at the men before her. "You better not be some weirdo or something Mister"
Crocodile shook his head, sighing to himself "You are a handful already-"
He chimed, Plopping (Y/N) on the arm of his chair- seeing how she was small enough to rest there. The little girl also seemingly surprised as she let her hands look over the arm of the chair she was on. Before looking at Crocodile- Her eyes burning with a bit of curiosity, especially at the hooked hand.
"Why is your hand a Hook?"
"Its a long story"
Crocodile poured himself a drink at this point- He figured a line of child questions would come forth- AKA Liquor was needed.
"Is it a good story at least?"
She asked, This making the man pause and smirk at her-
"Its a pirate story, with deadly wars- gore and ravenous beast"
He saw the sparkle in her eyes, Turning to face him now excitedly. However her wish for the story seemed to be cut short, the servant returning with a grand plate and set it up on the side table next to Crocodile- (Y/N) eyes widening and mouth clearly salivating the story clearly could wait clearly. However she glanced to the man, Who took a sip of his drink and gestured to the large platter.
"Eat" It was a simple command however one that seemed to surprise her non the less. (Y/N) with no hesitation dug in, tearing into the meat first like a little beast.
He raised a brow as he watched her eat with her hands. Glancing to the fork which hadn't been touched in the slightest- Mentally planning some form of classes for the kid. He was a pirate but for fuck sake.
The Boss taking a sip of his stiff drink seeing (Y/N) who was currently looking at his drink in curiosity as she ripped into her meal, Crocodile smirking as he tilted it in her direction letting her take a sip.
See 5 year old's and strong liquor don't mix- And he knew that. Watching (Y/N) face turn into disgust as she let the liquor drop straight from her mouth to her clothes.
"That's so nasty!!!"
She cried, her tongue now stuck out as she whined, Crocodile pulling a napkin from his coat and handed to her to at least attempt to clean herself.
"Gotta be careful in wanting a bit of everything"
"Why Not?" (Y/N) chimed with a glare- Making Crocodile smirk wider.
"Cause only Pirates want a bit of everything"
"Then I want to be a Pirate!"
Crocodile blew the smoke from his cigar to the side.
"I figured as much"