If it's okay may I request an yandere mihawk vs yandere sir crocodile x mermaid reader.
I hope it’s okay I have just a touch of Buggy in here, he’s just such a little shit who stirs up trouble without even realizing it.
Yandere!Mihawk vs Yandere!Crocodile and a Mermaid F!Reader
Rating: M
Words: 515
When you wash ashore, Buggy’s the first to find you.
Well... “find” is a stretch. More you were brought to him by a few bumbling mercenaries hoping to gain his favor.
He immediately gets you into a spacious tank that puts you on display in the Cross Guild’s office lounge.
Mihawk is the first to stop and look at you. He asks you your name, where you came from, and if there was anything they ([cough] Buggy) could do to make you more comfortable. Aside from setting you free, of course.
Crocodile approaches in the middle of the conversation, asking what the hell has the clown gotten into this time.
Though, he admits you make a nice addition to the lounge.
At the very least, most of the amenities you ask for are obtainable. A nice vanity, a comfy chair, [[whatever the fuck those innertube bubbles are called]]. You have to go back into the tank every night but it could be worse.
You spend a fair amount of time chatting with both Crocodile and Mihawk, usually when the other isn’t in the room. When they are in the same room, they both keep their distance, though you don’t miss the odd glance in your direction.
Discussions with Mihawk are mostly about cooking and gardening. How different delicacies are between what he’s had and what’s made on Fishman Island. How you’ve only had barrel-aged wine once before and most of what you’ve had was aged in coral.
Crocodile, however, discovers you have a knack for numbers. He finds you one day at his desk after you’d gotten just a little too curious and noticed an invoice wasn’t adding up. After that he frequently sits you at his desk to look over rewards and loans and supply sheets, all the while idly fiddling with your hair or laying a hand on your shoulder.
It’s during one of these days that you’re reviewing the latest inventory report with Crocodile hovering over your shoulder that Mihawk walks in with a bottle of wine, caught uncharacteristically off-guard by the sight before him.
Of course, this means war.
Now you find yourself frequently caught between Mihawk’s gifts of expensive wines and home-cooked delicacies and Crocodile lavishing you with jewelry and fine clothing.
It doesn’t take long for you to find a thrill in enjoying a glass of said wine in front of Crocodile, or wearing the latest fashion in front of Mihawk, thus fanning the flames of their cold war.
You probably enjoy it a little too much, as soon enough they both come into the office one day staring each other down. You can practically feel the simmering jealousy coming to a boil.
It’s when they turn that attention to you do you realize you may have made a mistake in riling them both up.
What happens next could be considered “sharing”, but in reality they spend the entire time trying to one up each other in making you scream with pleasure.
