Just thinking about a mini AU and pre hrt big croc. Would a woman (who hasn't yet broken out of his eggshell in this AU) give her time to a failure like Dragon, or would he have to try much harder than we are used to thinking? I'll read you below.
Request: Hey! I was wondering if you’d be interested in a little request. Preferably for Zoro, Smoker or Crocodile. I’d love to see how he would react to seeing men hit on you aggressively and try take you home right in front of him. Maybe the reader and him aren’t even dating, just colleagues. But his protectiveness and possible possessiveness takes a hold of him. Hope this is okay for you to do! Thanks so much. - @theangelmaker
Summary: The audacity of a man meets the possessive nature of another.
Notes: fluffy! a mix of possessiveness, protectiveness, and jealousy
A/N: i love this prompt!! thank you so, so much!! i ended up doing all three because I couldn’t help myself (although Smoker’s might be my fav) i hope you enjoy! let me know if there are any other characters y'all would like to see for this prompt
this is mostly proofread, but mistakes may persist! thanks so much for reading!!
Roronoa Zoro
As Franky started in on another story, you leaned over to Zoro sitting next to you, his arm around your shoulders. “Want another drink?”
“What did I do to deserve you?” He said, a smirk growing on his face. You giggled, getting up to order. “Don’t be too long,” he softly grasped your wrist and whispered before you went. You sent him a smile as you walked towards the bar.
Zoro watched you, love painted over his features. If the crew wasn’t distracted by Franky’s theatric retelling of the time he sank his Battle Franky 14 they certainly would have teased Zoro for going soft. While he found their comments annoying and hated the blush that rose to his cheeks, he didn’t mind being a little soft, not if it was for you.
As you walked up to the bar and ordered a new round for your crew, a man old enough to be your father took the seat next to you. Oh, this was gonna be fun.
“Hello angel,” Zoro could hear the man say as he slid up next to you. “How was your trip down from heaven?”
It took everything in you not to laugh in his face. Instead, you decided to play along. You sent him a flirty smile as you tried not to flinch at the rank scent of fermented alcohol that wafted off of him. “I'm afraid I came from the opposite direction, sweetie.” You sent him a wink.
Sitting with his legs up on the table and one hand behind his head, Zoro could not help but laugh at the fool, his enjoy of the scene only growing as you continued to egg the poor guy on.
“Aren’t you gonna do something?” Usopp asked, confused by the swordsman’s nonchalant nature. Everyone expected Zoro to be at this man’s throat for flirting with you, given his general protective (and possessive) nature and the fact that this man was doing it quite loudly.
“Nah,” he said simply, lifting his drink to his lip. This show was just too good to interrupt.
“That’s alright, darlin’. I’ve heard the devil’s more fun anyway,” the drunk replied, leaning into you while sending you a sloppy wink.
“Would you like to find out just how fun I can be? I can give you something you’d never expect,” you leaned in.
“Most certainly,” he smirked.
You leaned in, appearing to be heading for his lips. The man closed his eyes and tried to meet you halfway. The second his eyes closed, however, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed his head into the counter.
“Not again,” Nami sighed, getting up along with Robin who pulled Chopper with her, the three preparing to head for the exit. The two women knew where this was going and went to prepare the ship for a speedy departure.
“You bitch!!” The man immediately screamed.
“I told you it’d be unexpected.” You chuckled, placing your hands on your hips.
Before the man could even attempt to reach for his weapon, Zoro had appeared beside you. Hand on the hilt of this sword at his side, he spoke in a deep voice, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
The rest of the crew had moved to the scene, standing around you and Zoro. The man, alone it appeared, grumbled and decided to back down.
“Damn, I was hoping it’d get a little rowdy,” Franky spoke with disappointment. He walked back to the table, grabbed his stein, and downed what was left in it before taking one last sigh and heading towards the door.
“Awwww, we’re not fighting anyone?” Luffy whined as Usopp grabbed his wrist and dragged him out, followed by everyone except you and Zoro as the swordsman continued to stare the drunk man down.
Eventually, you grabbed his wrist to get his attention before speaking. “This place is boring, Zo. Can we head back now?”
He grumbled out a sound of agreement and turned toward the exit. Just as you two were about to head through the door, you turned back to the man at the bar, always having to have the last word.
“Thanks for the beri, by the way,” you laughed, holding up the man’s wallet.
As the stranger went to search his pockets, you grabbed Zoro’s wrist and started running.
“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” You heard behind you, not bothering to turn back.
All Zoro could do was laugh as you two ran back to the ship.
Smoker
You made your way down the halls, running some documents across the base at the order of your supervisor. Nearly at your destination, you rounded a corner and ran into another marine. Upon the collision the documents flew everywhere.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” the man you ran into responded. You recognized him as Johnny, a fairly close friend of a friend. Not someone you'd had much one-on-one conversations with but someone you often joked around with in passing.
“Ah, it’s alright,” you started to bend down to pick them up.
“No, please, let me. An angel such as yourself should never find herself on the floor.” Johnny began collecting the papers, straightening them up before handing them back to you. You laughed at (what you hoped was) his playful flirting.
“Here you are, princess.” He went to hand you the stack, but paused in his actions. “I uhhhh was going to say something really sweet about you, but then I got lost in your eyes.”
“Oh, stop it, you dork!” Trying to play along with the bit (you really hoped this was a bit).
“When I see a beautiful person, I have to let them know, especially one who can take my breath away so easily.”
“Awe thanks Johnny! Have I ever told you how much I love you!” You said with gratitude punching his arm the way you would a buddy.
“You know I love you too, sweet cheeks,” the officer winked back. “Maybe I can show you just how much I love you sometime.” He leaned in close.
You pushed his arm in a friendly manner while simultaneously taking a step back, starting to get the sense he was mistaking your friendly words for a bedroom invitation. “Oh, knock it off," your eyes starting looking for an escape from this conversation.
“Will you be at the bar tonight?” He asked as he tried to close the space once more.
“Maybe. You?”
“If you’re there, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Suddenly a rough cough came from the room you two stood in front of. You hadn’t noticed the door opening or Smoker positioning himself within the doorframe.
“Y/N. In here. Now.” He said, already heading into the room in question. Oh he did not look happy at all.
You offered Johnny a small smile, thanks Smoker in your head, and entered the office and gently closing the door.
“What’s up, Smoker?” You stopped a few feet in front of him as he stood in front of his desk.
“Where are the reports I asked you to get?” He grumbled.
“Right here,” you handed him the stack of manila envelopes and loose papers.
“Next time, move a little faster,” he grumbled as he took them and started skimming through the information they carried.
“Any other critiques for me today?” You were used to it at this point. Everyday Smoker seemed to find a new reason to be upset with you, no matter how hard you tried. Lately you had grown tired of it and began biting back just a bit.
“Yeah, stand up straight and stop being so friendly with other officers.”
“What do you mean?” You were immediately irritated by his claims.
“You’re shameless flirting. Your blatant declarations of love. Hell, I’m starting to think you might be dating half the base at this point Y/N!” He was getting worked up, angry. Not at you, he could never actually get mad at you, but at the vision of you telling another man you loved him. “And for the love of god how many times to I need to tell you to call me sir.”
“Respectfully, sir, why do you care?” You were getting mad now. “I can certainly date whoever I want to and what does it matter what I say to others? It’s just friendly workplace banter anyway.”
“Because you never say it to me!” he nearly screamed before he could stop himself. He froze, realizing that the truth he had wanted to keep hidden had come tumbling out. He sighed deeply, turned away, and began moving back to his desk. “Forget about it. You’re dismissed.”
You stood still for one second, also taking in his words before deciding to speak up. “Smoker, I don’t tell yo—”
“I said you’re dismissed.”
“I don’t tell you I love you because I would mean it!” You spoke as fast as your mouth would allow, wanting to get the words out before he could shut you down again.
Smoker froze once more at your words. You became paralyzed at the weight of what the next few seconds could bring. The only thing that seemed to move in the room was the drift of his cigar smoke.
It was too late now to take it back you had decided. “I don’t tell you I love you because I would mean every word,” you braved on, though your voice was quiet. “And I cannot bear the idea of you not feeling the same.”
He still faced away from you, still stood tense, his hands now pulled to fists at his sides.
You were starting to think you had misunderstood his words, misunderstood their meaning. Maybe he wanted you to love him as a coworker or a friend. You were quickly coming to the realization of just how much of an idiot you had made yourself in your boss's office. Why on Earth would he ever see you that way, you fool?
“I- I’m sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have— I’ll ask for a transfer to a new base tomorrow.” You turned quickly to leave the room before tears could spill.
A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Before you could ask what was going on, Smoker had spun you around and crashed his lips into yours. After a moment, your mind slowly realized what was happening, and you responded in kind, deepening the kiss even further. The taste of him, the weight of the emotion, and the embrace the kiss conveyed. It left you light-headed in the best possible way, but eventually you both came up for breath.
Smoker softly placed his forehead against yours. “Then say it, doll. Mean every word. Only for me.”
Crocodile
Crocodile had planned an evening out with you, a celebration of your anniversary.
It had started with him gifting you the most elegant outfit you’d ever seen before bringing you to your favorite (and the most expensive) bar on the Grand Line.
As you took sips of your drinks, chatting and taking in one another’s company (read as Crocodile eloquently praising your beauty every two seconds, leaving you a blushing mess), you could not have imagined a better start to the evening.
And then a man appeared.
“Hello there, mademoiselle,” a man dressed in fake designer and drenched in cologne said as he sat beside you. “Can I tell you, you look ravishing this evening?”
Your eyes instantly met Crocodile’s as your eyebrows raised, as if to say ‘He can’t be serious.’ Crocodile returned your shock with a smirk meaning ‘Let’s see where this goes.’
So you turned to the man. After all, who doesn’t love a comedy show?
“I suppose you may.”
He took your hand, bringing it to his lips. “I thank the heavens for blessing us with your presence.”
“I came by private ship, actually,” you smuggly replied.
“A person of taste, then." He gave you a small nod before leaning in to speak softly, "I must ask, love, is this man bothering you? I have seen him pestering you for the last hour.”
You almost laughed. “I suppose you could call it that.”
“Then let me offer you an escape. Perhaps you could consider me your prince charming.”
You could not believe your ears, eyes, or even nose for that matter. You turned slightly towards Crocodile who had seemed to have grown quickly tired of the man’s ridiculous behavior.
‘What an idiot,’ your eyes seemed to say. ‘An absolute fool,’ Crocodile’s silent look replied in kind.
“So what do you say, hot stuff? Wanna ditch this loser?” The man leaned his elbow on the bar beside you, offering a smirk.
“Dear, can you handle him, please?” you sighed, turning back to your drink, no longer entertained by the scene.
“Of course,” Crocodile said, staring the man down as he slowly stood. Crocodile easily towered over the man which seemed to unsettle the stranger, but it wasn’t until Crocodile brought his hook up, letting its shine reflect in the dim lighting, that the man seemed to fully realize the errors of his ways.
“Y-You’re,” he audibly gulped. “You’re Sir Crocodile.” His hand grasped the counter in fear.
“Took you long enough,” Crocodile smirked, used his hook to pick the man up by his collared shirt and lifted him off the ground before turning to you. “I’ll only be a moment, love.”
Crocodile stepped out of the restaurant with the man hanging from his hook pleading for his life. He came back in within a few minutes, handkerchief out as he polished his hook.
He offered you his arm as he came back to you and spoke. “Shall we continue our evening, dear?”
You stood up with a smile. “That would be wonderful!”
