#daz bones x crocodile

[nigesakis]

hater post incoming... apologies in advance

im convinced that A LOT of people (especially those that started one piece in the last 10yrs) talked themselves into shipping zosan bc its the most popular (like me...) or bc they got fooled by fanarts

and the only other reason why many people (especially fujoshis) ship zosan is bc fujos

1. eat rival & hate/love dynamics up even if theres no romantic chemistry

2. dont ship usopp and luffy stuff bc they either think they're ugly, bc usopp is black or/and they hc luffy as ace (which is valid ig... unless they only hc him as ace with zoro/sanji but not with law)

which means they had to make up a different mlm ship (since usosan, sanlu, lusopp and zolu all have way more to go with than zosan😭 but What i just said) (same thing with ppl shipping d*flopmingo x crocodile instead of daz bones x crocodile, or just nothing at all lol)

ig they had that thriller bark scene but thats like. 1/394893299493 of what the other dynamics in the show had😭 like they care abt each other but thats it im afraid. theyre more like cousins to me😭 yes im taking this too serious but it pissed me off so i had to get it off my chest...

also let me just update with an anon i got to this bc Excatly

[lollipop-writes]

One Piece Men and the Types of Kisses They Give

A/N: Just the types of kisses I HC they would give <3

This is Part 1. You can find Part 2 here.

ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ, ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Basil Hawkins, Benn Beckman, Kizaru, Cavendish, Charlotte Katakuri, Corazon, Duval.

ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ, ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Bartolomeo, Buggy, Caesar Clown, Charlotte Cracker, Donquixote Doflamingo, Dracule Mihawk, Eustass Kid, Gol D. Roger.

ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛᴇ, ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Basil Hawkins, Benn Beckman, Blueno, Cavendish, Charlotte Katakuri, Sir Crocodile, Daz Bones.

ᴡɪʟᴅ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Bartolomeo, Buggy, Caesar Clown, Charlotte Cracker, Donquixote Doflamingo, Dracule Mihawk,  Eustass Kid, Franky, Gol D. Roger.

ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Bartolomeo, Bon Clay, Kizaru, Buggy, Caesar Clown, Corazon, Duval, Ivankov, Franky.

ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Basil Hawkins, Charlotte Katakuri, Corazon, Duval.

ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Benn Beckman, Bon Clay, Kizaru, Buggy, Caesar Clown, Cavendish, Donquixote Doflamingo, Corazon,  Dracule Mihawk, Ivankov, Franky, Gol D. Roger.

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Basil Hawkins, Blueno, Charlotte Katakuri, Sir Crocodile, Daz Bones, Dracule Mihawk.

ɴᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ: Brook (he has no lips).

[readsrealm]

Buggy and Daz fucking because why not. After the fuck Daz is to horny for Buggy’s ass and listens to him also

*after a cross guild meeting*

Buggy: I m gonna take a shower. You wanna join me Daz

*Daz following him without comment but an eager look*

Mihawk:

Crocodile:

[moongothic]

You remember how in Ms Goldenweek's cover story, we get to see how the former Baroque Works agents have all beated up the other cellmates they had (not just in the mens' cells but also womens')

The way Daz is sitting on top of one of the prisoners, as if he was sitting on a throne or something, it definitely makes it look like he at least participated in the fight that took place, right

It just makes me wonder, did Crocodile himself participate in the cell fight, or did Daz handle it all on his own?

Like even with the Seastone cuffs Crocodile's hook alone should give him the most unfair advantage in a prison fight imaginable, so you'd think he'd be more than capable of defending himself if he felt like it. But also, considdering he didn't feel like even escaping prison... was he even in the mood for a fight? Like I don't think Crocodile would just allow some random, weak-ass pirates to beat his ass without a fight, but also... I can't help but to wonder... (Look you tell me what kind of a mental state Crocodile was in after his 4 year long plan to take over a country was foiled by a kid in flip flops)

Is it possible Daz took out all those other prisoners by himself (without Crocodile nor Mr 4 assisting him), either to make sure his boss didn't have to waste his strenght on them, or... did he maybe deal with the other prisoners to... protect Crocodile? Like the former would be straight forward manly man anime loyalty, nothing worth making a deepdive for, this is One Piece we get the trope. But isn't the latter option also plausible? 'Cause. Like. Daz was loyal enough to Crocodile to willingly go to Impel Fucking Down with his former boss whom he had only known for like a day or two at this point (I mean IDK how long it took for the BW members to get shipped to this Marine Base from Alabasta but you know what I mean). If some random criminals wanted to pick a fight with Crocodile in prison and he just seemed like he didn't feel like dealing with it, if Daz's was down to go to Impel Down with Croc, then would he not be willing to defend the man too??

Regardless, it just raises the question of... why? Why did Daz choose stay with Crocodile, despite Baroque Works failing so hard? Why did he choose to become loyal to such a cruel, horrible man?

Sad thing is, because we don't really know much about Daz, there isn't actually that much to go off-of to properly speculate here. But we do know Daz once dreamt of becoming a superhero! The irony of course being that not only he became a terrifying murder man, but also that he seems to lack that "superhero quality" of being... easily approachable, friendly, warm? Like he is a man of steel, but he's not The Man of Steel, you get me? But Daz's dream does tell us something interesting though; that deep inside, even if he doesn't show it at all, he might like the idea of being a hero? Like the concept of being a hero and saving people may have appealed to him, right? Because that's what being a hero is about, the heroic ideals of upholding peace and justice (and looking cool while doing it)

And arguably that idea still appeals to Daz. Even if he's frowning, deep inside he was enjoying the superhero costume Ms Goldenweek created, even if he can't admit it.

But in One Piece, the idea of being a "hero of justice" has quite different connotations than in our world. After all, the Marines are meant to embody that very idea, just in a far less cool, romantic way. We know the World Government is extremely corrupt, we know of the atrocities the Marines have and are willing to commit in the name of their so-called "justice".

So while it's entirely plausible Daz might've fallen "out of love" with his dream simply because his life just... lead him down a different path, and he didn't seem to have the right personality for it anyways... Knowing the WG, isn't it also possible Daz could have become kind of... jaded, knowing the "real life heroes" of his world aren't that cool, and don't actually stand for the ideals he may have looked up to?

And then he finds himself working for a man who seemingly wants to overthrow that very same corrupt Government?

[mastomysowner]

Untitled by Guuua@guaguapiu_

[count-alucard-tepes]

Conversations at tea time with Mr 1:

Crocodile: Daz, help me use this damn phone and tell me what the public say about me these days? I’m curious

Mr 1: *sighs and googles crocodile* I thought you didn’t care about these things or what anyone thought of you…

Crocodile: …well tickle me curious

Mr 1: *eyes widen as he sees Crocodile x Doflamingo fanfics/art…and then the crocomom theory*

Crocodile: *sips his tea and looks over his reading glasses at Daz* Well…what do the kids say about me?

Mr 1: …you’re gonna need a stronger drink for this

Crocodile: *iconic laugh* Let me see already…

Mr 1: *hands over the phone and goes to fetch the brandy*

Crocodile: *looks at all the fanfics/art…and then crocomom* BRING THE WHISKEY TOO! I’M GOING TO KILL SOMEBODY!?

[ideas-4-stories]

Cross Guild Romance prompt: The three of them are together but they had hit the mother of all rough patches. Nothing major even happened between them to make they mad as each other, things are just not working right now, every little thing from each other sets them off. It's Mihawk's being too closed off, it's Crocodile being more of a jerk than usual, it's Buggy throwing tantrums over the smallest thing. They are on the verge of shattering when their crew intervenes, suggesting several different ways to get back to good including each of them taking some time apart for a week or so, like Crocodile go off to one island for a business deal while Mihawk and Buggy spend time together, then Mihawk go check on Kuraigana and Buggy and Crocodile clear the air between them a little, and the Buggy himself can head to another island to pick up new circus supplies while Mihawk and Crocodile learn to be in the same room together again. Once the trips are done, the hard part comes in actually sitting down together and talking to each other, and it's surprisingly Daz, who rarely says anything who acts as their mediator. It's through this kind of talk therapy that they get to the bottom of why things got so back between them. Mihawk is closed off because he's afraid of being betrayed again like he was all those years ago, which led him to becoming the Marine Hunter, Crocodile is acting like a mean jerk because he is basically self-sabotaging himself, feeling like he doesn't deserve Mihawk and Crocodile, and Buggy constantly angry because he feels like he'll lose the men he loves so dearly if he's not a perfect Chairman, and his inferiority complex is running wild because he can't believe men like Mihawk and Crocodile could actually love him. It all culminates in the three of them going to a nearby island together for a sort of vacation but still staying close enough to guard their home. They finally work things out, understand that theirs is a genuine love built to last, and that they are worthy of each other.

They are all too stubborn for their own good, like really too stubborn for their own good. It makes sense for them that it’s petty little things that nearly broke them up, I don’t know why but it does. Thank the gods for Das being the mediator, I really hope Daz gets a raise for this shit he has to do for his boss. Also thank the gods for the crew deciding enough is enough and helps the poor dumbasses to save their relationship. I wonder how many of the guild is in on calming their leaders down, I like to think it’s most or all.

Having one taking a break while the other two are dealing with each other is a brilliant idea!!! Because if all of them take a break, something bad might happen. So, if they are separated from each other, it would still be on Karai Bari Island, without talking to each other. So, I really like the idea with only one of them leaving and doing something outside of the island, makes sure that the island is safe from Marines or other enemy attack.

Basically, their problems are themselves, as well as the feeling of betrayal and/or losing others. It must have been a relief to sit down and talk about what’s going on. Love how they go on a vacation yet still is ready to protect their home. I really like this fic idea.

[theonemajesty]

episode 512 pt2:

crocodile poking fun with daz and asking him if he’s going back to the new world with him and daz saying nothing but “of course” is something that can be so personal

[venhydey]

Once in a lifetime I'm getting a strong urge to do fake screenshoting, oopsie

I plan to reveal my oc story through illustrations and comics, but I'm not afraid to leave spoilers here. To tell shortly, Lamara stayed with Crocodile instead of running away from prison, just like Daz Bones, so she too was sent to impel down. When Croca came to her set her free he gave her an outfit that he took from Okama paradise (he also offered one to Daz but Mr 1 refused to put it on)

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Misunderstanding Part 2

Part 1 ~ Part 3

Crocodile X Fem Reader

After watching Crocodile and his, associates, you decided to ask for more Brandy from Miss. All-Sunday, who gladly brought you the top-shelf supply with an amused look. “Miss. Y/N, Why don’t you enjoy yourself?” Miss. All-Sunday muses at you and you give her a quizzical look but raise your glass to urge her to continue, “Well, if Sir Crocodile is having fun acting. Why not have some fun yourself?”

You glance out the window, seeing how he was still in the notorious VIP section just talking. Business took time, you knew that, and you anxiety was growing and withering just sitting in the room doing nothing. “How do you mean?”

~~~

         After she had gotten you new clothes and fixed your hair and make-up, she sent you to the casino floor and a destination of the VIP table adjacent to where your lover sat with those strange women. As you walked by, you noticed some guards glancing your way but none of them made a move to stop you.

         As you walked up to the bouncer, he looked at you and became stiff, glancing behind him for a second before turning back around, “This area is for VIP’s only ma’am. I’m sorry but I’ll have to tur-“

         “Miss. Princess, I should be on the list.” You gleamed, flipping your hair over your shoulder. His eyes go wide a bit and stare for a second, “Well?” You ask impatiently, “Aren’t you going to check?” You cross your arms after pointing at the book in front of him.

         “O-Oh of course Ma’am. My apologies,” He clammers out before flipping the pages open. You watch as the man scans the page, and see him freeze when his eyes meet the name you had given. “Well. You see. Ma’am, we’re at maximum capacity at the momen-“

         “I see plenty of empty tables. Do I need to seat myself? What type of place is this?” You loudly proclaim, some people closer to the bouncer started to turn their heads to see what the commotion was. You could see further back, in the booth Crocodile was seated, Mr. 1 glance out to see the event unfolding. You give a charming smile to the bouncer who was starting to panic, “How about I just go to the back? I won’t bother no one,” You lean forward to whisper, “We wouldn’t want to cause a scene when the boss is in an important meeting would we?”

         “Miss. Y/N-“

         “Miss. Princess.” You straighten your back and hold your hand out expectingly.

         “Miss. Princess, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Despite his worried words he takes hold of your hand, leading you to a booth away from Crocodile.

         “I haven’t a clue what you mean,” You smile as you continue to walk to the second closest booth to your target, you make a comment of getting some food while the bouncer stares at you and glances about. You must admit that watching those who know you be frantic was making you feel a little better than when you were in the dark.

         You’re left alone quickly but can sense eyes on you every now and then as you lean back to listen in on the closest occupied booth.

~~~

         Crocodile heard a bit of a commotion and noticed some people looking to the entrance of the VIP. The displeasure on his face evident to anyone who had known him for awhile as he nodded at Daz Bones to see what was happening.

         This was taking too long for his pleasure, he had already meticulously planned how this would go, but unfortunately the men in front of him wouldn’t take the bait yet. It was obvious they were just stalling for time. The floozy next to him leaned in closer and it took a lot to not knock her away. When Crocodile choose her he had assumed she’d be brighter, she had cheated the casino out of just under a million berries at this point. Yet here she was, oblivious of her actual role, even confident enough to think she deserved this.

         The sooner he could get out of this the better. The sooner they’d take the bait and the rest would unfold, the sooner Crocodile could stop doing this stupid parading around. Daz Bones leans in close and Crocodile glances at his associates before offering a ear, “There’s a certain… Guest, who has made themselves comfortable.” Crocodile raises his brow, curious at his wording before looking at his face.

         There wasn’t anyone he’d allow to make such a scene; the staff could handle problems accordingly, so who was it that had been allowed to do what they wanted. His thoughts quickly left him as he felt a  squeeze around his arm, and looked down to the main actress of the show.

         It had been a month since Crocodile approached her, giving her the bare minimum attention and taking her to his meetings. Letting her do as she pleased while she was next to him, she had no idea what was truly in store for her and he couldn’t find the time to care of what will happen after this. “Crocy-poo this is boring. Lets go do something fun~”

         Crocodile could feel his fist clench, those stupid fucken nicknames had been the bane of his existence this entire time. You never tried to do something so tacky as she had, you wouldn’t wear a shirt 2 sizes to small while leaning over to show everyone everything. 

         His associates, no doubt tipsy at this point watched the display in front of them, waiting for a response. This was too much for him to deal with. “Mr. One, go take care of that guest,” He waved his hand as a dismissal, “And why don’t you show our guests to their rooms? I’ll meet you afterwards.” He looked down to see the drunken sparkle in her eyes as she stared at the men in front of her. Even in this façade of a relationship that Crocodile had concocted he was shocked at how unfaithful the sleuth next to him could be at times. He took a long drag of his cigar to calm himself down before leaning into her ear, “I’ll make it worth your while,” He said loud enough for the men across from them to hear.

         The two men glanced at each other smirking, Crocodile knew they’d take the bait this time. They were simpletons, though it had taken some time for them to believe this act, they had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.

~~~

         “Miss. Will you please come with me?” Mr. one had come to your booth right after you heard the most ridiculous name for your lover to be called out. You were still stifling your laughter when he had towered over you. After taking a second to compose your most certainly drunken self, you stare up at him with a smile on your face.

         “Oh? And why should I do that?” You raised your now empty glass towards him, the ice clinking against the edge, “You know, it’s quite rude to not introduce yourself to a single lady.” You emphasized your words, the liquid courage becoming stronger with every passing moment. You could see the cogs in Mr. One’s brain, as he tries to figure out a way to dance around the situation for a favorable outcome. You sat up, grabbing another glass from the setting and pouring a drink for two, setting the other one closer to the edge of the table, “I’m Miss. Princess… and you are?”

         The intimidating presence of Mr. One had long since disappeared since the first time you met him; he’d follow orders to a tea but knew the nuances of situations. And you certainly hadn’t gotten to where you were by being a docile person yourself. You heard shuffling behind him and you could only assume that the meeting had ended. Mr. One shifting to cover you from their view in the most subtle of ways, only being able to hear an obnoxious laughing walk by.

         You glance around Mr. One, seeing the 2 men and that women but no crocodile. You couldn’t believe how she was conducting herself though, she had taken her place between the men, holding onto either of their arms and she stumbled with them in tow. You scoff at the uncouth display, sipping the drink in your hand. “I can’t believe the manners of some people,” You mutter under your breath, the anger you had forgotten moments earlier coming back to you.

         “Miss. Princess, If you could please follow me to a more secluded area,” Mr. One had finally urged out once the grouping was far enough away and you shot the man a glare before softening your face with a gleam.

~~~

         Crocodile watched the group disappear, noticing the Daz Bones was still in front of a rather close booth. He leaned back, finally breathing at the nuisances being gone. Deciding he’d rather not deal with things for a second, he tried to listen into what his subordinate was already supposed to have taken care of. “My, I didn’t know you would be so forward. I don’t even know your name and you’re already asking me to bed?” The sickly sweet, slightly slurred words tickled his ears, the familiar voice wracking his brain.

         He had clearly remembered sending word to Mrs. All-Sunday to watch over you in his absence, making sure you didn’t get into trouble. He held back a frustrated sigh, glancing to make sure the group was long gone before getting up to walk behind Daz Bones, “Miss Princess, please allow me to escort you to-“

         “Mr. One I’ll take it from here. Watch over the plan.” Crocodile could hear the flustered voice of his subordinate, quirking a brow at the name you had seemingly chosen. He looked at the table, seeing the conveniently placed glass and seeing you, head held high but face averted from him in defiance. Mr. One breathes a sigh of relief, retreating to the easier task at hand.

         You cross your arms, disappointed to not see more of Mr. One flustered actions, but refuse to acknowledge the man in front of you now. You hear a scoff and the heat of a body next to you as Crocodile sits. “I didn’t think the trouble maker would be such a brat” He grumbles, taking the glass in front of him.

         You feel a hook brush over your shoulder and you turn further away from him, “I wouldn’t be such a brat if you’d let me in on things.” You take another swig of your own glass.

         “That’s enough of that princess,” he takes the glass from your hand, blowing a puff of smoke your way in the process, “It’s obvious you’ve drank too much.” Your forced to lean on him as his hooked arm pulls you in closer.

         “At least I’m not an embarrassing excuse of your partner,” You bite back, “She can’t even talk to your business partners appropriately.” The anger was sizzling but you were still able to keep it under control for the most part.

         Crocodile hums in agreeance, “Good thing she’ll be forgotten before I even remember her name.” He glances out, making eye contact with a couple of guards, “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private?”

         You grumble and weakly resist but know that it’s no use when it comes to Crocodile himself. He stands up, pulling you with him, “Won’t your girlfriend be jealous,” You slur out while lightly hitting his chest.

         You feel the below of a laugh come out, “Please, I’m sure she’s getting exactly what she deserves. Besides, I have business with you.” Crocodile ushers at those around him in a familiar dance as you’re led somewhere else once again.

[nigesakis]

yippeeee

[cinnbar-bun]

Popularity- Cross Guild's Day Off 2 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Summary: In which you work with the three Cross Guild officers and Buggy attempts to prove his popularity through a poll. Of course, it's never as simple as it really should be in Cross Guild.

Rating: SFW/Crack

Word Count: ~3k

Notes: No relationships are defined, so feel free to headcanon whatever you want. I know it says x Reader up there and I wrote it in mind that it's a weird ass polycule but I made sure to leave it ambiguous for your reading pleasure. Made in mind with part 1, but can be read as standalone. Features cameos from Alvida, Galdino, and Daz Bones.

A/n: I love these three goofballs so like feel free to request stuff with them or what scenarios you'd like to see them in please???

Read Part 1 here! Read this chapter on my AO3 here!

“It’s really not fair! It’s not fair at all!” Buggy screamed. Mihawk, Crocodile, and you sighed at whatever it was that seemed to be, well, bugging Buggy. 

“Will you stop your complaining? Some of us are actually trying to do work here,” Crocodile growled while his fingers continued clicking away on the calculator. “(Y/n), go and hand me the reports for-,” 

“Right here, Sir,” you said as you handed him the stack of papers he wanted. Crocodile smirked proudly while his eyes narrowed at Buggy. 

“See, why can’t you be like (Y/n)? They know how to get work done.” 

“Wha-! I get work done! Plenty of work!” 

“Juggling isn’t work.” 

“Is too!” Buggy stomped his foot. 

“Hardly,” Mihawk chimes in. 

“Grrr… you two are just jealous of me! Jealous of how I’m the Star Clown and you two will just be boring, old men!” 

Mihawk and Crocodile glanced at each other knowingly and rolled their eyes. 

“You’re still bothered by the fact you were not important enough to have any good cards in the deck, aren't you?” Mihawk states bluntly, not bothering to be gentle with Buggy’s fragile ego. 

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!” Buggy shouted, gaining the attention from his subordinates outside the office. 

“Aw… someone’s upset,” Crocodile teased. You huffed at the two stoic ex-warlords and tried to soothe Buggy. 

“Buggy, it’s alright. They’re just silly cards. Look around you, you have so many employees happy to work for you because they really admire you as captain,” you say genuinely while patting his head. Buggy sniffles and nods. 

“You’re right, (Y/n), you’re right,” Buggy agrees. He wipes his eyes and nose with his hand before he bounces back to life, clenching his fists. “That’s very true! All these people love me and would die for me! So those card makers don’t know anything! I’m the most popular one here!” 

“Wait, what…” you wince, while Crocodile and Mihawk groan. 

“Thanks, (Y/n), now he’s gonna do something stupid again,” Crocodile sighed. 

“Buggy, all I’m saying is-” you try to fix your error, but Buggy shakes his head. 

“Nope! You just gave me an amazing idea!” 

“Here we go again,” Mihawk mumbles. 

“W-what’s the idea?” You ask Buggy. 

“Obviously, to really settle the matter, we need to hold a popularity contest!” Buggy proclaims. 

“We really don’t have to. No one cares about this except you,” Crocodile says blandly while he opens the folder you gave him. 

“Haha! You’re just saying that because you know deep down that I will win when it comes to Cross Guild!” Buggy eggs Crocodile on. “They love me here!” 

“I really don’t care-” 

“So, to finally gather once and for all who the most popular is-” 

“God damn it.” 

“I’m going to poll the others!” Buggy announces, grabbing a random clipboard from your desk. 

“Isn’t that rather biased?” Mihawk asked. 

“Biased? What are you talking about?” Buggy raises his brow. “You think Imma lie about this?” 

“Yes,” all of you respond. Buggy lets out an offended gasp and frowns. 

“Well then, what do you suggest, smart guy?” Buggy yells at Mihawk. 

“Having only you go around and then return with results will obviously not be the most accurate. We need to send a third party that won’t lie,” Mihawk explains. 

The three men turn to look at you. 

“Why do I have to do it?” You fold your arms. “I have work to do!” 

“I’ll pay you extra for this week in order to have Buggy shut up,” Crocodile states. 

“Do you think I can be swayed so easily with money?” 

“Yes,” the three men respond. You swipe the clipboard from Buggy. 

“Damn right I am,” you state as you pick up your favorite pen from your desk. 

“Now then, since you’re going to be polling, I expect truthful and honest answers,” Mihawk demands. “No one can lie or cheat this.” 

“Before we do this, none of you are allowed to know who voted for who,” you add. “I’m not having you fire or hunt down some poor employee because they voted for Mihawk or something.” “Well that won’t happen,” Buggy comments. “No one is gonna vote for Mihawk to begin with.” 

Now it’s Mihawk’s turn to be offended. “What do you mean by that, Buggy? Do I need to silence you for good?” 

“Eek! All I’m saying is, you hardly ever step out of the office or interact with anyone!” 

Mihawk stays silent then mumbles, “I interact with others…” 

“Oh really? Name one person you’ve interacted with,” Crocodile demands. 

“You can’t do that, either,” Mihawk counters. 

“That’s just because I don’t give a shit about these people’s names. I still talk to them, though,” Crocodile corrects. 

“Fine, (Y/n)!” Mihawk huffs. 

“They don’t count.” 

“Why don’t they?” Mihawk crosses his arms. 

“Because we all see them every day in this office,” Crocodile chides Mihawk. “Name someone.” 

“Okay, I guess I cannot name anyone,” Mihawk relents. “Not that it matters in the slightest, by the way. This is a silly and pointless little game.” 

“See? No one is gonna vote for you!” Buggy laughs. 

“I guess I should kill you now, Buggy,” Mihawk says as he draws Yoru. 

“Gaaaahhh! No! Please don’t!” Buggy cries, latching onto you for safety. 

“Buggy, please let go,” you sigh. The clown does so shakily and you begin to write on the paper in your clipboard. “Okay… Buggy, Crocodile, Mihawk. There we go. I’ll go around and ask, then. See you guys later.” 

“Before you go,” Crocodile begins. You turn to hear him out while he has a big shit-eating grin on his face. “If you’re going to talk to Mr. 3… knock before you enter.” 

Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets from what this could mean as you nod and exit the office. 

“Why the hell did you say that?” Buggy questions. Crocodile chuckles, taking a puff from his cigar as he shakes his head. 

“Oh, they’ll see soon enough.” 

-

“Favorite head of Cross Guild?” An employee scratches his head. His coworker beside him does the same. 

“Wait, uh, they’re not gonna kill us for answering this, are they?” The other one asks. 

“Crap, you’re right. Is this some way to weed us out or something?” 

You shake your head. “No, no, not at all! This is just a… uh… thing they’re testing for some new merchandise,” you lie. 

“Ah,” the two men nod along. “That makes so much sense.” 

“Buggy,” the first man states. 

“Mmm… yeah, Buggy,” the second adds. “He never harps on us like Sir Crocodile.” 

You thank them for the response and tally it to the votes. 

“I guess Buggy was right,” you mumble to yourself, seeing as he currently had seven votes out of the seven people you asked. “Maybe we could send these results in to those cardmakers and get a cut of the merchandising.” 

Just as you’re about to walk away, Alvida strolls into the room. 

“Oh, Alvida! Good morning,” you smile at her. “Can I have a moment of your time?” “(Y/n), dear,” Alvida runs a hand through her hair. “What do you need from the most beautiful woman of the sea?” 

“Well, the higher-ups wanted to run a poll,” you show her the paper. “Please vote for your favorite head of Cross Guild.” 

She studies the paper for a moment and purses her lips. “Hmm… you know what, I vote for you.” 

“What?” 

“What? Just put a tally for you,” Alvida suggests nonchalantly. 

“But, um, I’m not a head of Cross Guild,” you argue. 

“So? You practically are their fourth one. I’m sure they won’t mind. And if they do, they can take it up with me,” Alvida brushes your concerns aside and takes the pen from you. She writes your name down and adds a tally. 

“Can I ask why you want to add me?” 

“Simple, dear.” Alvida chuckles. “You’re not like those brutes upstairs. You get worked to the bone by them yet still retain your own sense of self. Do you know what that is?” 

“No, I don’t think I know what that is-” 

“Passion!” Alvida throws her arms in the air. “You are passionate, clean, stylish, and most of all, you are quiet! If anyone is worthy of my vote and attention- it is you!” 

“Wow, thank you,” you comment, impressed that Alvida actually gave you a nice compliment. 

“Yes, yes, well, what do you think about becoming my assistant instead of working for them?” Alvida winks. 

“Ah sorry, I’m pretty happy where I am right now,” you quickly shut down. Alvida clicks her tongue. 

“Hm… perhaps you’d prefer to be my partner instead? You would be a good match by my side.” 

“Would you look at the time!” You awkwardly laugh. “Bye, Alvida!” 

“Bye, darling. Don’t worry though, we’ll pick this conversation up another time~,” she waves. You sigh in relief as you walk away that she didn’t mace you immediately. Still, there’s work to be done. 

You walk into the staff lounge and greet the other members there, who cheerfully greet you back. 

“Sorry to bother you guys, but if you could just fill out this poll, that would be great. And don’t worry, no one will know of the results, so please be as honest as you can!” 

The clipboard gets passed along by the staff members, who quickly add a tally mark to the poll. In less than a minute, all twenty people in the lounge have responded. 

“Wow, thank you guys. You guys are quick,” you joke, taking back the clipboard. 

“The choice was obvious,” one of the employees answers, and the others nod. You wonder who they voted for when you look at the paper, only to see your name has now over twenty marks attached to it. Your eyes widen and you politely thank the others as you step out of the room. 

It was one thing when Alvida did as she pleased, but now the others were voting for you in droves. You took a deep breath. Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy surely wouldn’t kill you for this, would they? After all, Alvida herself said they could bring it up with her. Yeah, that was okay. This was just a silly joke anyways. 

You continue to collect polls, feeling touched yet also nervous when you found that every employee had checked you off as their favorite. It got so bad that you had to use a second page to collect all the tallies that the employees were adding to your name. 

As the number of employees left to ask dwindled, you remembered to get Daz Bones and Galdino’s polls. You figured the choice would be clear for them- Crocodile. After all, they were very loyal to him and even continued their work relationship into Cross Guild. It would also allow for Crocodile to at least get some vote from his current tally at zero. 

You had scoured for them all around the base, but didn’t find any sign of their presence. Just as you were about to give up, you found Daz Bones peacefully sitting, probably waiting for his next assignment. 

“Daz! Can I-” 

“(Y/n), I have no interest,” he cut you off. 

“It’s for Crocodile,” you add, knowing he wouldn’t participate otherwise. Daz nods and then urges you to step closer. You show him the clipboard and he raises a brow. 

“Crocodile really cares about this sort of thing?” 

“It’s mostly because of Buggy,” you explain, and Daz nods, connecting the dots. He quickly tallies a mark to Crocodile’s name. “Thank you, Daz!” 

“You’re welcome,” he gruffly responds. 

“Oh, and do you know where Galdino is?” 

“Why should I know? Perhaps he’s in his room,” Daz shrugs. You should’ve guessed that but wave goodbye and walk to Galdino’s room. You’re about to knock when you remember Crocodile’s ominous warning echoing in your head again. 

“Knock before you enter…” 

You were going to do that anyways, but the weird way Crocodile said it made you grimace. You nervously rapped your knuckles against Galdino’s door. You heard a huff and a lot of grumbling as Galdino swung open the door. 

“What do you w-,” he angrily yells until he gasps when he sees it’s you. “(Y/n)! Ah! Uh! Please excuse me!” 

You briefly notice a large wax statue on the table before Galdino slams the door on your face. You jump when you hear Galdino freaking out and throwing things around his studio. Something metal is grating against the floor as you hear Galdino struggle to move the obviously heavy object. 

“G-Galdino? Is this a bad time?” You call out. 

“No, no, no! It’s fine! Perfectly fine! Hahaha there’s nothing weird going on here!” Galdino answers from inside his room as something crashes to the floor and Galdino swears. 

It’s silent for a moment until Galdino opens the door, leaning against the frame and trying to give you a charming smile while some wax is now splattered against his pants and shirt. 

“So, (Y/n), what brings you to my studio?” He asks while forcing his voice to sound lower, pushing up his glasses. 

“Ah, the heads wanted to take a little poll. Mind answering?” 

“Anything for- I mean-,” Galdino coughs and lowers his voice again. “Anything for you, (Y/n).” 

He takes the clipboard from you and begins to notice the options, quickly marking a tally next to your name. 

“There you go- wait a minute!” He looks horrified as realization sets in that there’s only one tally next to Crocodile- most likely Daz, he thinks. Crocodile would absolutely know right away that Galdino didn’t choose him, and the thought makes Galdino nearly pass out. “I-I need to change my vote!” 

“Sure,” you give the clipboard back to him and Galdino scribbles over the one he gave you to mark one next to Crocodile. 

“Kh... but we’re supposed to be honest…” Galdino mutters. He glances at you, and seeing you patiently waiting and smiling at him makes his heart tighten. 

Gah! Who am I supposed to choose?! My muse or my boss?!

“Are you alright, Galdino?” You asked, making Galdino struggle to form words. Instead, he scribbled over the mark he put next to Crocodile and re-marked a tally next to your name. 

He hands the clipboard back to you and you smile and wave to him. “Thank you, Galdino!” 

“Y-you’re very welcome!” Galdino shouts, unable to control his voice properly around you. You turn around and head back to the office while Galdino lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

He was most likely going to die after this, but seeing your smile was all worth it. He could die happy, even knowing that Crocodile would probably drain him of life later. 

You, however, didn’t notice the longing look Galdino gave you as you open the door to the office. 

“Well, I got all the votes!” 

“Well, who won?” Buggy immediately jumps forward and steals the clipboard from you. He notices that Crocodile and Mihawk hardly have any, with only Crocodile have a mark. “See I wo…” 

His face darkened as he noticed he had only seven votes. 

“What’s the matter, Buggy?” Crocodile smirked. “Can’t handle the fact you lost?” 

“I… wha…” Buggy grips the clipboard roughly, nearly snapping it in half. “How the hell did (Y/n) get all the votes!?” 

Crocodile and Mihawk are caught off guard. 

“Wait, what? (Y/n) won?” Crocodile repeated. 

“I thought I told you to be fair and not cheat!” Mihawk accused you, his golden hawk eyes glaring into yours. 

“I-it wasn’t my fault! Alvida was the one who put my name on the list!” You try to defend yourself. 

“Give me that-” Crocodile snaps as he swipes the poll from Buggy’s hand. Crocodile grunts as he notices page after page marked with tallies from the employees choosing you. He sees Mihawk has none, but that his name has one mark (Daz, of course), and one crossed off (that bastard, Galdino-). Given Crocodile’s attentiveness, he does recognize that yours and Alvida’s handwriting is different, so your story is credible. He huffs and tosses the clipboard, making Mihawk lean over curiously. 

“Not even one vote…” he murmurs. 

Buggy, meanwhile, is distraught, crying on the floor and banging it repeatedly. 

“It’s not fair! Not fair at all! I hate this! I’m the star!” Buggy wails out loud. 

At first, Crocodile did this as a joke to satiate Buggy, but even his own ego is hurt by this new poll. 

“I take it back, you’re getting docked again,” Crocodile threatens, pointing his cigar at you. 

“What?! But I spent all day getting this with the promise of money!” 

“I changed my mind! I wanted a good poll, not whatever the hell this was!” Crocodile yells back. 

“Recount! Recount this!” Buggy shouts. 

“I refuse to lose this competition. Give me an hour, I will win this,” Mihawk says, pushing himself off his couch as he walks out the door to do who knows what. 

The ensuing commotion causes some of the Cross Guild members to peek through the door and watch Buggy screaming in agony at losing while you’re sobbing at the fact you’re losing money due to this dumb poll. 

Alvida rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. 

“Would you guys cut this noise out? It’s driving me mad!” 

“Alvida! This is all your fault!” Buggy yells at Alvida in tears. “I was supposed to win, not (Y/n)!” 

Alvida frowns at Buggy and twirls her mace in her hands. “Are you questioning my decisions?” 

Buggy gulps as he sees the mace casting a shadow over him. 

“N-no, not at all!” He quickly corrects himself, praying Alvida will not maim him to death. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

[sleepyhead0720]

Hi! Hope ur doing ok

first things first, I read ur rules, and does it mean u don't write for Mihawk or Law at all?

secondly, I'd like to request something angst for Sir crocodile x fem! reader, like his lover dies from a disease or they get separated by the Marines something like that, I'm a sucker for the heavy angst stuff yk🗿

my first time asking so I hope i did right, aaand feel free to ignore if ur not ok w it! Thanks!

Heya! I actually did this already and tried posting it but something went wrong and now I had to rewrite the whole thing:’)

And to answer your question I unfortunately don’t write for either, I don’t really know both of them much and bc of that I don’t know how to write em. Maybe in the future I’ll get to know them more and write for them!

Anyways I’m pretty bad at angst so I apologize if croco here’s a bit OC but aside from that hope you enjoy!:)

(Sorry if it’s bad I suck at angst)

Sir Crocodile x Sick!dying!reader

Crocodile would do anything for you. Heck if he could give you the world he would.

So when he discovered that your life was in the line by a deadly and unknown disease, he tried his best to find a cure.

At first though, he actually didn’t really pay attention to you being sick, he did take care of you but he didn’t really pay much attention to it and figured it would go away soon and you’d be back on your feet soon. But when he got proved wrong, he immediately took action and tried his best to find a cure.

He searched far and wide for one along with Daz but nothing seemed to work. Until he got told that someone else from far away supposedly had a cure he immediately took you with him on the journey

Daz knew how much his boss meant to you and you for him, so he tried his best to help him. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t grow attached to you.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t wanna die, not yet atleast. You wanted to help crocodile in every way you could. Si you happily and obediently went with him every where he went to try to find a cure.

You weren’t feeling good at all, it fel like you could pass out any second. But you tried your best to hold on, for him.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to last long. Hallway through the journey, you fell asleep against crocodiles chest and never woke up.

When crocodile tried to shake you up, his eyes filled with worry once he felt your body losing warmth. He tried everything he knew to try to get you to wake up by some miracle. But even he knew it was too late.

For the next few days, he didn’t eat, didn’t sleep or do anything

He didn’t see the point to.

He didn’t really show it but he loved you with every bone in his body, if he could take every ounce of pain you had ever felt while being sick, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work like that. Which is why he’s standing infront of your lifeless body with nothing but a broken heart.

You promised to be there when he got revenge on the straw hats. You promised you’d always be there. But yet you weren’t there, only him.

You tried to hang on, you really did, but it was useless.

Daz knew how hurt his boss was after your death. He himself shed a few tears but he knew they had to get back on their feet soon or else they’d end up like you, He knew you wouldn’t want that and the last thing he didn’t want to do was disappoint you. So he tried his best to get crocodile back up on his feet

Not only for themselves, but for you

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Hope you liked it!

If you’d like for me to make a marine version instead of a diseases lmk!

[readsrealm]

I know no one knows me but please can someone give me buggy prompts tell me about them I’m begging you. Give me angst, happy, angst and happy, happy and angst, give me pairings romantically or brotherly or friendship(ly?). Daz x Buggy, Crocdile x Buggy, Buggy x Daz x Crocodile i am fine with everything. Buggy with the roger pirates. Or benn x buggy it exist! Or female buggy anything please go and tell me something bc I need stuff it’s like a drug. IM BEGGING YOU GO TO MY “TALK TO ME PLEASE” AND TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR BUGGY FANTASIES

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Preliminary poll 5 for the Duo Bracket

Some random submissions that had 2 nominations. I tried to make it a mix of pure crack ships and ships that had some ground in canon 😅

[hattafan2593]

Buggy x Reader Fic Part 2

Part 1

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It took several weeks before you could gather all the ammo you'd need. Poor Buggy was an absolute nervous wreck almost all the time now, even more so than usual. Mihawk and Crocodile were determined to abuse him over every little thing, whether it was actually his fault or not. And while Buggy's devil fruit power and natural healing ability meant the cuts and bruises never lasted for more than a day, it was clearly beginning to take a toll on his mind.

You'd sooth and comfort him as best you could, but there was only so much you could do. Between his vindictive 'subordinates' constantly breathing down his neck, his followers not giving him a moment's peace and making the situation worse with their well-meaning but unwanted acts of devotion, and the rest of his so-called crew avoiding him at every turn, Buggy was mentally stretched thin.

Something had to give, and soon.

Finally, though, you managed to gather enough to spring into action.

That night, you snuck out of the tent and went to the meeting spot.

This bullshit was ending tonight.

You were admitted nervous as you slowly paced the inside the tent.

You weren't sure if Crocodile and Mihawk would even show up, or if they'd send minions in their place.

You'd never interacted with Daz Bones personally, but from what you saw, his loyalty to Crocodile was as strong as yours was to Buggy's. You respected that about him, but it could prove troublesome if you wanted your plan to succeed.

You knew that there was a very good chance that you'd fail. At best, they'd take it out on Buggy. At worst, they'd kill you both.

But you had to try. For the pirate captain you swore your fealty to, and for the man you loved with your very heart and soul.

Finally though, the two ex-warlords stepped into the tent. Crocodile looked as smug as ever, and Mihawk looked bored.

I bowed slightly. "Thank you for coming, gentleman. I appreciate you taking time out of your no doubt busy schedules to meet with me."

Crocodile took a puff of his cigar and looked down at me condescendingly. "I must admit, I was rather curious over why the clown's little...paramour wanted to meet with us." He smirked as if he found the whole thing amusing.

Mihawk folded his arms. "As you said, we are busy. So we would appreciate if you got to the point of this meeting so we can be on our way."

You nodded, then reached into your jacket and pulled out two letters. You held them out for them to take.

Crocodile quirked and eyebrow. "That's it? You called us out here just to give us letters? You could've just gotten Daz or one of those other fools to handle this."

You shook your head. "These contain very sensitive information. I thought it would be best to give it you personally."

Crocodile placed the cigar in his mouth and took his letter with his free hand. Mihawk stared at you for a moment, then took his. "Well thank you, I guess. We'll be sure to look over them."

As they turned to leave, I called out, "I think...it would be in your best interests to read those now."

The two men stopped, then shared a look. Slowly, they opened the letters and read the contents.

Crocodile's face morphed into one of fury. He glared murderously at you. "What the hell is this?"

Mihawk's face was also angry, but mostly he just seemed annoyed.

You folded your arms. "It's amazing, the things you get to experience as a field agent. The places you see, the people you meet. Not too long ago, I came across a quaint little island. As well as the island's Queen."

Crocodile's eyes widened as he realized where you were going with this. "Long story short, we became acquainted, and they ended up owing me one, and boy, did they have a lot to say about you."

You looked over to Mihawk. "I think it goes without saying that I have similar dirt on you, Hawk-Eye."

He scoffed. "Typical. That little worm can't fight his own battles, so he sent his little-"

"Buggy has nothing to do with this. This was all me." I declared, scowling. "You two messed with what's mine, and I frankly, will not stand for it."

You looked both of them dead in the eye. "The way you two have been treating Buggy? That stops now. I couldn't give a rat's ass about what you two have planned going forward, but you will stop taking your frustrations out on him."

Mihawk raised an eyebrow. "You're quite confident, simply handing over your trump card to us." He waved the letter slightly.

You rolled your eyes. "Please. You think I'd just give that to you if I didn't already have several copies in my possession? Final warning. Leave Buggy alone or your dirty laundry get aired."

While Mihawk and you were talking, Crocodile was getting progressively more and more angry. His lips pulled back into a snarl, and his letter was crumpled in his fist.

Suddenly he was towering over you. He grabbed you by the throat and lifted you a foot off the ground. His golden hook hovered dangerously close to your face.

"And what if we decide to just kill you, right here and now?" he hissed.

Despite your heart thudding loudly in your chest, outwardly you remained calm. You gripped his wrist with both hands but otherwise didn't struggle.

With what little air you had, you declared, "Then you'll quickly find evidence of your past - along with pictures - spread to every person on this island, this Blue, and beyond. Soon there won't be a corner of the world that doesn't know your dirty little secrets."

Crocodile's grip tightened. "You're bluffing!"

You gasped out a laugh. "Maybe. Maybe not. Go ahead, Crocoboy. Flip that coin."

For several seconds you stared into Crocodile's hate filled eyes as he growled at you. Black spots started to appear in your vision.

Then...a sigh. "It looks like our hands are well and truly tied, Crocodile. Very well. We'll play your way. For now."

Crocodile narrowed his eyes, then unceremoniously dropped you to the floor. You stood up and rubbed at your throat.

"I'm glad you're able to see things my way, gentleman." You croaked out, voice hoarse from being choked. "Have a pleasant evening."

You made your way towards the exit, when you heard, "Why?"

You didn't turn around as Crocodile continued. "Why go through all this trouble for someone so pathetic? What do you even see in him?"

You paused. This wasn't the first time someone questioned your attraction to the clown pirate and it probably wouldn't be the last. But honestly, you thought that Crocodile and Mihawk just didn't understand relationships period. The idea that someone would put their lives on the line to protect someone they care about without gaining anything in return...such a thing was foreign to them.

You almost pitied them. Almost.

"You don't have to understand our relationship, Crocodile. All you need to know is that your fates are now tied directly to Buggy's. If he goes down, you go down with him."

You turned your head to coldly look back at them. "You two chose to leave Buggy as head of this company, and that's exactly what you got. And as his subordinates, it's time that you learned your place."

And with that, you exited the tent.

To be concluded....