#yandere Crocodile

[short-honey-badger]

Can I please request yandere headcannons for sir crocodile

Ooo Absolutely you may! This one was definitely a lot of funnn! ❤️❤️ I hope you enjoyed!

Being with Crocodile, you already have to be a certain kind of crazy. He doesn't tolerate any kind of disloyalty and especially doesn't appreciate you showing anyone any kind of attention that isn't himself. Crocodile isn't above marching over and physically picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder and carting you away without a word. Just don't expect to ever see said person again.

He's a possessive bastard too, that hand coming down to slap your ass for the world to see, holding you tight as he marches away and back to your shared room where he reminds you just who you belong to. Crocodile has you wrapped around his hook, but he is just as entangled with you.

"Do you think I like it when you disobey me, darling? How many times have I told you that you're mine, hmm?"

But don't think that just because he is a harsh lover with a firm hand that he didn't love you. No Crocodile loved you too much. All you had to do was look at him, lip puckered the slightest bit, and the big man would fold. He was a sucker for that cute, pouty face you'd pull whenever you wanted anything.

Behind closed doors, Crocodile worshiped you. Would lay you out of the bed, naked and bare for his eyes only, whispering his utter devotion into your flesh. His lips were sinful, and his touch burned you from the inside.

"Look at you. So beautiful and bright. My shining star in the dark of night. Look at what you do to me, my love. I would turn the world to dust if only you asked it of me."

You were his everything, and he had made sure that he was your everything, too. Anything you needed, Crocodile made sure that it came from his hand. He couldn't have you thinking that you could get away from him after all. Only he knew what was best for you. He was the one to take care of you.

Crocodile made sure you knew that the world outside of him was a dangerous place and would sit you down in his lap, his arm curled around your hips as he held you close to his chest. There, he would tell you how utterly disgusting anything outside of his presence was, and you would listen to him, clinging to his arm with wide eyes, hanging onto every word.

"Don't worry your pretty head about what is out there, my dear. Everything you need is right here with me. There isn't anything out there but thugs and pirates who'd take advantage of you, and we can't have that, can we?

[yanderes-galore]

19. “That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.”From starbabytea yandere prompt list, for yandere Crocadile with a darling who keeps trying to escape from him.

Oogh, my favorite villain, here you go!

Prompts Here

Yandere! Sir Crocodile Prompt 19

“That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees.”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Dehumanization, Violence, Isolation, Kidnapping, Forced relationship.

Sir Crocodile is infamous in the seas. He's a Warlord, the leader of Baroque Works, and yearns to be a king. Not only that, but he is a wielder of a Devil Fruit.

Sir Crocodile is a master of manipulation. Others may view him as a hero, others may view him as a villain. It's all in perspective... but both sides agree that he is strong.

How do you view Crocodile?

He's more than a villain to you. To you, Crocodile is your captor. He's a tyrant who picked you to be the closest one to him. Sir Crocodile does not trust many.

You doubt he even fully trusts you, if anyone at all.

Despite that, Crocodile treats you as though you two are closer than you are. You can't tell if Crocodile intends to view you as a lover... or some sort of toy. Regardless...

You always feel sick when the people of Arabasta view him as a hero.

He's no hero. As someone who's been trapped beside him below Rain Dinners, you know what he is. He's still very much a pirate... and a crime boss with many under him.

While you hate his guts, you could care less what he does. What you don't understand is why he dragged you into it. You don't know what Crocodile truly wants from you.

Are you useful to him? Are you a hostage? Does he just want to be entertained? Are you meant to be a good servant?

There's no way he's keeping you because he likes you... right?

You wish Crocodile just let you leave. You wouldn't tell a soul about his true nature. You'd live your own life, alone, happily.

It's never that easy.

In fact, you should've known it wouldn't be when you made your escape attempt.

Crocodile never leaves you alone. He usually keeps you on his lap during paperwork or meetings. That or he gives you something to do while he watches you and smokes.

It really felt... wrong that he left you unattended.

Yet you're desperate.

The moment you were given a chance to leave Rain Dinners, you took it. You knew you should've hesitated, built more trust with Crocodile. Unfortunately...

There's no building trust with Crocodile.

It was an obvious trap. Crocodile is no doubt used to your escape attempts, running out of your 'home' like a curious dog every five seconds. You were always defiant.

So he got used to it... always ready for your next move.

It was a pattern your desperation always made you fall for. Crocodile always managed to find you. Yet he made when he found you take longer and longer...

Making you think you'll get away this time... Only to find you once again.

Just to see the hope in your eyes shatter.

To show you your place.

Crocodile never likes to let go of what's his. In his mind, you belong to him. You're meant to respect him... to praise and bow to him.

So he'll catch you as many times as he needs to... Just to make sure you get the message.

"I'd think you'd learn by this point...."

Sand always managed to catch you in the end. Really, there was never anywhere you could go. Crocodile has power over the entire country... Even if you made it out of one city, let alone got to sea...

Crocodile would always find you... and obliterate anything in his path to drag you back.

Yet, as fun as that would be for him, he never lets you get that far. He likes to stop you once you realize your efforts are futile. He likes to use his powers to hold you in place... as he approaches with a smile on his face.

"This is exactly why I don't trust you... You disobey, you run, and I'm forced to take time out of my day to hunt you down." Crocodile clicks his tongue, smoke leaving his mouth from his cigar.

You stare blankly at him when you are eventually dragged back to his underwater base. Sand still seems to bind you at his will as he speaks. He looks disappointed... but not surprised.

"I don't understand you. You escape and for what? You act like you'll get far. The heat will kill you if someone from Baroque Works doesn't find you... You never seem to learn your place."

Crocodile urges you closer and you reluctantly follow. His large golden hook wraps around the back of your neck before yanking downwards. You gasp, falling to your knees as Crocodile chuckles, sitting in his chair in front of you.

"That’s where you belong. Worshipping me on your hands and knees." Crocodile hums, watching you as he uses his hook to force you into staying bowed.

"Is this life so hard to get used to? I can give you anything you want. I can spoil you, yet you fight me. All I ask for is your adoration... your devotion..."

You feel his other hand tilt your chin up, just to make you look in his eyes.

"You crave freedom over what I can give you? It's foolish. The faster you accept me as your ruler, the faster things will be easier for the both of us." Crocodile scoffs, his thumb stroking your chin and cheek gently.

You try to pull away, yet Crocodile merely pulls you forward with his hook. You're soon hoisted onto his lap despite you're struggling. You hear him laugh again... and he holds you tighter.

"You are such an annoyance..." Crocodile sighs, yet grins down at you. "But you entertain me. Someday, I'll break you. Someday you'll accept your place as mine... and when that happens..."

Crocodile leans closer, his lips ghosting your ear even as you try to pull away.

"I'll relish the day I make you mine... we'll both enjoy it, you'll see, sweetheart."

With that, you feel the warlord kiss you...

Which only seems to make you think of other ways to make his life hell... just like he did to you.

[gouraminnow]

Short Yandere Crocodile Drabble

Been rolling around the idea of Yandere Crocodile and a Selkie reader... not polished but essentially, someone has taken your pelt.

Luckily enough, they don't know that they've stumbled upon- they just think they've found a high-quality seal pelt. Unfortunately, your coat ends up as the subject of a series of auctions and pawnings, moving surprisingly quick as you desperately try to catch up to it. None of the people who touch your coat realize what it is, which is good. As long as they don't know about you, and don't give you an order, you don't have anything to obey even with your fur in their possession. It's a race to track down your pelt and retrieve it before somebody realizes just what it is that they have.

But then of course, your worst nightmare. Crocodile just had to come across it, and take interest... and you need to get it back before it ends up as the lining in one of his new coats. And that's how you find yourself skulking through Rain Dinners. It had been... unsettlingly easy, but the pull of that stolen part of you is irresistible- telling you exactly where you need to go. You're careful, you're quiet, you duck down hallways and behind corners at the slightest hint of a presence, until finally, finally you come to a set of double doors. You should have been more cautious, shouldn't have barged in, but...

But you don't.

You ease the door open and he's there. Your pelt held in the curve of his hook, fingers rubbing the soft, short but densely-packed fur. Your breath hitches, and still you move closer- trembling when his steely gaze finally meets yours. You wished you'd had the sense to question the strength of the pull- not that it would have done you much good. Sir Crocodile knows exactly what he has.

It dawns on you far too late that you hadn't just been following the pull of that missing piece of yourself, but a command. You find yourself sliding right into the seat across from him, trembling at his desk. He chuckles, a deep sound that makes you wince- carefully laying your pelt down on the desk before him. You stare at the fur, cold sweat running down your neck. His sharp grin widens when he sees your fingers twitch, but he doesn't say anything. You... can't reach for it. You want to make a grab for it, but your body just won't. "It's nice of you to join me," he rumbles, pulling a silver tray closer- with two glasses and a bottle of scotch. "Would you care for a drink, while we talk business?"

Your eye twitches. Business? "No," you whisper, hands trembling. "I'm just here for my coat."

"Well then..." He opens the bottle- an effortless, fluid motion. His hook rests on your fur, gleaming in the low light of his office as he pours himself a drink. He leans back, swirling the glass, and you hear the creak of his chair under his massive frame. "I apologize... you're going to be sorely disappointed. I know a high-quality piece when I see it, after all."

He's not looking at your pelt when he says that.

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Is it okay if I req this same ask, but with mihawk, sir crocodile and katakuri? If its okay ofc, thank you in advance :)♡

REVENGE IS BEST SERVED COLD

He had been looking for his ring that he had left in the bedroom when he came in. He didn't mean to frighten you nor make you uncomfortable

You were trembling when you felt eyes on your back. You knew it wasn't done out of malice, but it left you shivering. What would he think about it? Was he gonna leave you?

You felt a coat being placed on your shoulders, and arms sneaking around you, getting tighter and tighter.

Safety, that was the feeling that washed over you at the moment. He waited, looking for the right words to say.

"If you ever need to tell me, I'm open to listen. You are no less than those scars, you are more than what they think. You are a diamond among rubbish. Don't forget darling" he whispered in your ear.

It made you feel good, understood and safe. Maybe one day you'll tell him the story, but for now, those arms were your safety heaven

He saw you struggling when someone, jokingly dumped a bucket of water on you, revealing your back through the now soaked shirt.

He predicted your reaction with his haki, and promptly took action. His siblings knew what was about to happen and made sure to keep the perp far from you, they knew vaguely that you were uncomfortable with showing your back, but now they understood.

He covered you with his larger body, letting you hide in his arms. Thanking him softly, you finally felt safe for the first time.

He knew the story about the mark, but he didn't think less of you. If anything, you became a model for the entire family. You moved on, writing your own story without letting them impede you.

You were his hero, and if you needed time to become comfortable showing them, they all understood. But for now, he was there to punish whoever made you uncomfortable.

Your happiness was his priority.

You knew it was about to get bad when he unsheathed his sword. Given his new found status of pirate, the Marine hunter was about to live up to his namesake

Especially when it involved you crying in his arms, telling him brokenly about a celestial dragon and a marine that tried to get you back

He wasn't concerned with the consequences, no one was going to question him about that. But seeing you broken down, it left a sour taste in his mouth

The duo was quick work. His coat found your shoulders, covering your shaking body. His hands rubbing your shoulders while he let your vent out into his shoulders.

He didn't need words, his arms forming a barrier around you. He had your back, he had you.

No one would make you feel any less than what you are on his watch. No one.

A bit of blood was more than worthy if it meant seeing you smiling every other day.

[mamamittens]

Yandere Crocodile x female blind reader

I imagine Crocodile gets a peculiar kick out of his darling being blind. A sort of superiority and sense of responsibility because she's so very at a disadvantage in the world. His scars never frighten her, and neither does his tricks with sand.

She could still be freaked out though if she's not totally blind. Some blind folks have limited sight in either spots of their vision or to light, but I'm assuming total loss of vision here.

She can hear the sand but assumed it's because of the country she's in, not realizing that Crocodile has his own way of keeping an eye on her. The lingering dirt she washes away under Crocodile's supervision in his private bath a side effect of his careful watch.

Crocodile is actually quite attentive to her needs and is always draping her in the finest clothes he can get ahold of. If she happens to match his colors that a bonus. Same with food, often insisting playfully that he feeds her himself.

She's like a mix of a doll and a subservient partner in his eyes. He does everything because it's what he wants and he kinda gets off on the whole affair. That's not to say he doesn't appreciate her personality and wit, but her main draw for him is her 'helplessness' and looks. She never notices the eyes on her from whatever dress Crocodile gave her that day or the smug look he gets escorting her around with a hand on her waist and her hand resting on his hook.

If she ever complains about him being overbearing, he drags out his own troubles with having one hand and wishing that someone had been able to help him at the time. Exaggerating how soft he feels caring for her in this way like he doesn't have ulterior motives.

She's his bright spot of humanity after years of dirty dealing, he'd say.

Truth of the matter is that he's pulled a lot for strings to get her by his side and he'd pull a lot more if she ever showed signs of trying to leave. She's his pretty doll, and she's not going anywhere but in his arms and in whatever shelf he puts her.

[randommoodposts]

Can you please do Yandere sir crocodile?

(already made in draft)

• The Desert king, Mister Zero or his name Sir Crocodile. If one heard or seen the man it will result into fear as no one dares cross path to him.

• The yandere that knows what they want and will get it (patient/who knows when he'll appear) mix with knows it's wrong but he sees it as a way to kept you safe.

• Sir Crocodile is a walking threat, quite blunt, cold and heartless as one would describe him. It's a different story when he meets the one, not one to really express feelings but he'll show it with gifts left at your door or sent those admirer (straight to the point ones with a hole on the paper from his hook)

• Either part of a pirate crew, happen to be part of the navy or the independent ones. (likes authority or someone with feisty attitude) "Heh..I like the brave attitude you have there"

• Once he has darling than it's pretty much over. Sir crocodile would have an eye on you 24/7 unless he has business to do than it's a guard but no interaction. A former warlord/crime business man to him spoiling you is nothing (he can get you whatever without question)

• punishment is not a thing with him since he looks intimidating enough with the hook alone. Sir crocodile won't harm you but gives that look (serious one) and the lines of "escape all you want but do you know the possible threats out there let alone you're tied to me.."

[everlasting-rainfall]

Can you please do Crocodile for the Pages au??

Ok so just like Doflamingo, I’m not the best at writing a romantic Crocodile and I know why but they’re reasons that I won’t be disclosing to anyone that isn’t a close friend of mine

Regardless I’ll be doing my absolute best with this but I apologize if this isn’t all that good in the end

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Stalking, Delusions, Broken Bones, Kidnapping, Implied Brainwashing

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-!

—————————————————————- So Crocodile in the Pages AU, I can personally imagine that Crocodile is the type to sit down and read a book if he doesn’t have anything else to do and although he doesn’t have any particular favorite genres

That changes when he gets his hands on the first book of your series, he usually isn’t a fan of getting into book series but let’s say that he wasn’t aware of it being part of a series like it was gifted to him as one book from someone or the seller didn’t think to tell him

Proceed to Crocodile reading the book and just like everyone else, he manages to find it somewhat interesting as the author has written it pretty well

He reads it over a while and personally I can imagine that Crocodile might not actually manage to connect to one of the characters in the story so he’s just enjoying the books although his favorite character is the MC

Upon finding out that the book is in a series after reaching the end, he’s somewhat annoyed as he unintentionally got sucked into the story of a book series and he never wanted to get into a series as he doesn’t want to have his mind occupied with yet another thing

But alas, he has and he finds himself seeking out the other books in the series which he continues to read when he has nothing else to do however soon enough he even finds himself wanting to read the series when he so much as has a few minutes to spare

As Crocodile reads these stories, he would find the MC becoming his overwhelming favorite character and there are little to no illustrations of them in the story so that’s a bit disappointing to him until you included a picture of yourself at the very end of a story to go alongside your message to the readers

He knows deep down that it isn’t what the MC looks like more than likely but something in him just can’t help but imagine the MC looking like that and it doesn’t help if you were wearing an outfit similar to one you described the MC as wearing

This man still won’t delude himself into thinking that he’s a character from the story but he can however delude himself into thinking that you might be the MC from the story and you know how people fall in love with fictional characters? Yeah, he’s falling in love

And when you’re in the middle of writing the last book in the series, let’s say that you’re on a trip somewhere to relax a bit after writing so much

You might run into an intimidating but somewhat friendly acting stranger who keeps messing up your name and referring to you as the character from your book, it’s creepy but it seems easy to get away from this man as you simply walk away after you’ve finished talking

Certainly was weird, wasn’t it? But although you continue on your way, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched everywhere that you go like the only place that you don’t feel like you’re being watched is the bathroom and you can’t stay in there forever

So eventually at the end of the day, you just return to your room at whatever establishment you find yourself staying at currently and finally the feeling of being watched stops allowing you to wind down with a shower, maybe some reading, and overall self care before bed

As soon as you wake up though, say goodbye to life as you know it as you’re in a room that looks lovely but it’s also more terrifying than lovely because you’ve never been here before

And after a while of looking for a potential way out or something to clue you in on where you are, the locked door that you tried earlier opens up and in walks Crocodile who looks at you

He has a twisted smile on his face and you recognize him as the man from the trip that you ran into, he’s kidnapped you and was likely the person to be following you all that time

He’ll tell you good morning and welcome you home amongst other things all while referring to you with the name of the MC from your book

Welcome to your new reality, Crocodile is your loving husband and you’re the MC from the book

You can try to fight and try to run away all you want but that’s not going to work now, he’s going to catch you with little to no issue and drag you right back to his home potentially breaking one of your legs to make it harder for you to run

I wouldn’t recommend not responding to the name of the MC either as one way or another, Crocodile will force you to respond to it

Even if it means making you just as deluded as he is

[cookiepie111]

Men who slip a wedding ring on your finger while they're fucking you dumb. You're as married in his mind now

Tag your favourite fictional man

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I feel like Yandere Katakuri wants kids but would use IVF with his sperm because he's afraid of hurting his Darling. Corazon would respect your choice no matter you want. Doffy is giving you a baby whatever you want one or not. Crocodile it's hard to say. Buggy maybe. Rob Lucci would probably do that to control you. Paulie wouldn't. Kaku? Yes he wants kids. Ace and Yamato (they're a package deal): would want kids but if you're scared then Yamato could be the surrogate.

I agree with Katakuri doing IVF or artificial insemination for his darling because that's literally the only way to do that without killing them if they're a normal size. Katakuri would be extremely doting throughout the pregnancy and is openly excited about the baby.

Corazon wouldn't force you, but he gets this longing look in his eyes whenever he sees someone with a baby in public and looks like a kicked puppy.

I have touched on Doflamingo as a dad here. In a scenario where he chooses to have a kid with his darling, it is not optional or up for debate. You should just be grateful that he's "blessing" you with the opportunity to help continue his bloodline.

Crocodile is very on the fence about it. On one hand, the idea of raising a child has basically no appeal to him, but at the same time it feels like a shame to not have an heir to pass down his life's work and achievements to.

Buggy staunchly says that he doesn't want or even like kids, but then he has a whoopsie-baby and now being a dad is his entire personality.

I firmly believe that Lucci is the most child free looking man I've ever seen. He has zero interest in having children of his own, and he's strong enough to not need a baby to control his darling.

Paulie is another fence sitter. He wouldn't mind having kids, but he's hesitant to bring it up. He gives me girl dad vibes and would be a complete push over for them.

Kaku is dying to have a family of his own, but he's at least flexible with how he acquires it. He would be just as happy to adopt children as he would be to have biological ones.

Ace is terrified of reproducing. If he has a biological child, it was a genuine accident and he feels like he's going to have a heart attack when he gets the news. Yamato is very neutral on children. He likes them, but he was fine with not having any after seeing how stressed out Ace got when the subject was broached.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

where the birds and fish gather

A/n: my silly fish and bird hybrids! Few sexual references but mdni! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ABOUT ANY OF THEM I'M DESOERATE FOR ASKS- ignore my grammar haha

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★ sydney the cockatoo

sydney's the most mischievous bastard out of all of them. Your watch is missing? In his nest. Your necklace? His nest aswell. Your hat? He's wearing it. You're never getting it back. He sees something shiny, it's in his little claws. Like all the avian hybrids, his arms are wings and he's covered in feathers. Having a human face with little beak like lips. His legs are bird legs. Black eyes staring at you from his nest in a tree. Be careful where you step after any surprise snow in's. He's probably burying himself in it. 5'4

★ Evangeline the peahen

The elegant, sophisticated, coy, angelic Evangeline. Gabriel's mate but she despises his guts, similar to princess, she much prefers you. Often dragging you to their nest and squabbling with Gabriel when he tried taking you away. She may not be as pretty as he is outside, but she certainly is Inside. Proudly showing off her brown little feathers. 5'6 brown straight hair, black eyes and a little pale

★ gabriel the white peacock

Egotistical bastard. He hates his wife for being so ugly, but he does think you are extraordinarily beautiful. He could definitely envision putting his clutch inside you. He'll figure a way out, don't you worry! An albino peacock male with red eyes, white feathers and extremely pale. 5'7

★ fajarah the ring necked parakeet

she's sydney's little partner in crime, but lately she's mellowed out more. Now preferring to watch the koi mers swim around and munch on some chips she stole from the main house. Tilting her head curiously at something she finds interesting. Bright green feathers and hair, black eyes and tan skin. 5'2

★ foolish the owl finch

often seen in the fields with the cows and bulls, he's quiet and prefers to watch. Hopping around quickly and pecking things that catch his eye. There's not much to say about him since he keeps to himself alot, but he does seem to like the biscuits you bring for him.

★ simon the tyto alba

Simon is deaf and mute, having been found wandering around the farm as a little chick. Now the farmers are looking for any way to help him with his hearing long term, but he seems to have adjusted to looking for any vibrations on the ground. Pale and white hair,black eyes, very pointy beak like lips

★ the koimer quintuplets

There's nothing much different between the quintuplets except their different patterns. Just that tancho is the leader and more mature, Kiko is more curious and childish, Hime is sweet and reserved, tsu is a chatterbox and humble, koromo is loud and nosy

★ mason the "lake monster" (crocodile)

Mason is like an older brother figure for the quintuplets, teaching them Little bits of English and watching you interact with them from the depths of the lake or hidden behind some underwater trees in the lake. You may not always see him, but he's always there. Silently watching. Messy grungy hair, green eyes, and has a light tan. 6'4

[ofallthingsnasty]

pairing: crocodile x f!reader tags: fat reader, yandere, past violence, written from nico robin's pov as a little character/relationship study, minors dni word count: 0.9k

note: I had this thought about Robin meeting Crocodile's well-kept basement wife for the first time ages ago but wanted to expand on it a little, mainly because I love the melancholic and stuffy feel being his basement wife has to me. This is mainly vibes and exploration, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! If you want to know more about 'your' scar, I talked about it here and here.

For the first time since she’s met Crocodile, Nico Robin is actually surprised. 

She hadn’t been when she had first seen his lavish base at Rain Dinners in all its opulent glory, hadn’t flinched when she noticed the gigantic species of gators swimming through an even more gigantic, underground tank, hadn’t raised a brow at his penchant for expensive clothes and jewelry and countless cigars, something so decadent compared to the starving land around him.  No, instead it fit him like a glove; that elegant, suave style of evil that had crawled into the very foundations of his lair to fester and rot and ooze wickedness whenever she returned. A marvel to witness, truly, such commitment to the bit. Predictable. Placeable.

What doesn’t fit, however, is a dependent. 

A man like Crocodile - with all his peacockery, arrogance, scorn and grandeur, isn’t someone she can see oh-so-graciously letting someone partake in the riches he has carefully hoarded just because of the goodness of his heart. It’s laughable, the thought. She could have seen him with a child, maybe, a little brat from some old flame many moons past, a little snot-nosed kid who is the epitome of spoiled, who gets too little attention and too much money from daddy.  That, she could have seen sitting on that old, luxurious chaise after getting called back to the base. 

But not you. Not fully-grown, very much not snot-nosed, you.

You’re so small, she thinks, or at least you seem to be. Compared to the grand interior surrounding you, the expensive leather settee you’ve been put on, the dark fur that nearly swallows you as you sit, nothing but your hands and round face peeking out from underneath, you are, in fact, quite small. Small and scared, the coat that’s been draped over you making you look like you’re all fat, bug-eyed rabbit and no part lithe and feisty wolf. If she wasn’t trying to grasp this situation she’d suppress a laugh at the clear intention behind your gaudy little outfit: like a purse, you’ve been dressed to compliment his outfit of the day, undoubtedly just as ornamented with pelt as you. You’re an unusual sight for the wife (and wife you are, she notes with a glance at a gold band wrapped around your pudgy finger) of someone as high-ranking as a warlord - if she had to imagine anyone befitting of that title it would have been someone more sleek; tall, classy, with observant eyes and painted lips that give way to pearly and sharp teeth. Someone whose mere presence whispers power, someone who is at least half as capable as Mister 0 himself.

What’s sitting right in front of her is a liability, a living, breathing shackle. And those are dangerous in the world the two of them operate.

And it begs a simple question: why? Why show her this, make her aware of your presence? Everything he does has a reason, but what purpose does this encounter serve? Robin’s life has been nothing but running, running and then some more running - and so does her mind, ever on edge, ever hunted. She needs to put this into a category, to discern good from bad from somewhere in between, especially when it comes to the inherent danger that is Crocodile. But it makes no sense to her, no matter how hard she tries to find any in the short second she has seen you. Is this a lesson? A show? A reward? A sign of trust? 

Nothing quite fits. She tilts her head as your eyes flutter over her form; taking in the seemingly relaxed elegance, her effortlessly chic outfit. You don’t seem to know either, fear and confusion etched into your soft features. Too easy to read, she thinks. He has clearly never told you about her. Not involved in this business. Hm.

Before she can take another step towards you - to glean another detail, to lure a word out of you that might solve this little mystery - the heavy thud of opening doors startles you. You sit ramrod straight in a millisecond, face instinctively pulled towards the source of the noise. Although she stays right where she is, it gives her another piece in the puzzle to work with: with the motion, a gnarly scar bulges underneath fake light, spanning from the edge of your mouth almost to your ear, gifting you an unnatural, lopsided smile. Ah. She knows Crocodile’s handwriting when she sees it, knows how heavy it can be with his left hand especially. 

You aren’t here out of your own free will.

How fitting, after all.

Not a dependent, but a captive. A cherished one, at that. A little pet, his favorite, tucked away and kept in safety.

She almost wants to scoff at the revelation. Evil, through and through. But this isn’t yet another display of just how cartoonishly bad he is, she thinks, until-

Until you part your lips to reveal a horribly tainted smile as you spot him, hurrying to sit up from the stiff leather and scuttling over. He doesn’t even look at her as you greet him quietly, awkward and uneasy, his face so utterly pleased with whatever this display is supposed to show him. You fold one hand over his right wrist and pull close as he laughs at your antics - you don’t act like this normally, do you? 

Finally, as he excuses you to disappear behind him, whispering something to you that she’d consider intimate if she hadn’t seen the raw, unembellished fear in your eyes, if she hadn’t known that the scar that adorns your face is years-old, it clicks.

This isn’t for her. It’s for you.

[magmdnv]

warnings: possessiveness, violence, mention of murder, flashing lights!

[sir-sunawani]

Starling

Omegaverse

Alpha!Crocodile/Omega!Reader

Inspired by @hannahbarberra162's Emperor's Prize

CW: A/B/O, yandere vibes (unsure if full blown yan yet), dub con (possible non-con I am so by the seat of my pants with this), rough sex, rough everything kind of, mdni

Chapter 2: Understanding

True to his word, the clown escorted you back to the island he apparently had as a base. You were less than surprised to see a series of massive circus tents everywhere, but you were impressed to see the sheer number of people gathered. The boat ride had been pleasant enough. Buggy got you water and snacks and went out of his way to either please you, or at least deter you from slapping the honk out of him a second time.

Buggy proclaimed loudly for everyone to stay back if they valued their lives. He danced and moved oddly around you, as though he could detach and reattach his body as he pleased, the big baggy red pajamas he was wearing, giving an illusion of him just being… kind of stretchy, instead. You’d learned about devil fruits, and so you assumed it was something like that and left it be.

No strength in this world was going to make him less of a clown, so it was almost admirable that he seemed to lean into it so completely.

He walked you past the rows and rows of towering tents and into the one brick and mortar building you think existed on this island. It was, as the tents, massive. A veritable castle itself, and a building that would only be slightly out of place on the Red Line. If the gray stones had been marble, accented with gold, then it would fit right in.

Up the large, wide curved staircase, he took you to the second story. Thick luxurious carpet lined the long hall, and all manner of decorative armor sets and pictures hung from the walls. It was very much a castle, one reminiscent of centuries past. It would be painfully out of style on the Red Line, but there was something about it that was almost more regal than anything the Celestial dragons could hope for.

Almost like the ghost of a time when they actually were something more than hollow dolls, meandering around the Red Line to give the illusion of control.

Buggy stops in front of a large set of doors. The wood is imposing, the understated gold worked into the frames almost feels like reinforcement, instead of simple flourish, biting into the wood and holding it tightly in place. The knock from the clown echoes thunderously, at least as far as you’re concerned, the noise far too loud for the somber silence that laid heavily against your shoulders.

“Come in.” The words are curt, clear, deep. Something prickles at the back of your neck, but you aren’t sure what to call it.

Buggy pushes the doors open with more ease than you expected, opening them up into a room that could’ve been a throne room, if not for the simple fact it was being used as an office.

The room was heavy, and dark. Not so dark that the details were lost in a gloom, but dark in a way that left you feeling like the furniture itself was consuming the light that spilled into the room. Leaving just enough for the man at the desk to work by.

Or maybe his will alone forced the light to survive in the room because it was useful to him.

The sight of the man was enough to pull the air from your blood for a second. You’d never had an emotional response toward a human. Maybe it was because of how you had been raised, trapped and caged at a young age, the scent of your curse wafting from your arms at the tender age of 12. Maybe it was because the horrors of facing a heat by yourself, was etched into your bones, lines cracking from the weight of the demon that bit into them.

What were mere humans after that?

But you could understand why the clown deferred to this man. The scent of his room is filled with the scent of dry fruits, and rum-soaked leather. The smooth warmth of polished sand, and something that simmers beneath the surface. Like a predator waiting to strike.

“Here she is.” Buggy says. A declaration of a conversation that must have happened while you were in route.

Golden-amber eyes regard you with an irritating level of boredom, but the unspoken command is for you to step closer.

So you do.

Buggy leaves the room and closes the door behind him. You haven’t seen someone make a hastier exit except when the Elders decided they wished to see you. A wise move for the guard assigned to escort you, and likely a wise move for the clown who found you.

“Your clothing marks you as an omega of the Red Line,” he says matter-of-factly. A deep scar runs across his face, and you wonder if that’s why Buggy calls him Crocodile. The stitch scars give it a look of crocodile teeth in a horrid kind of smile. “The body paint makes me think you’re The Starling.”

“I am.” You answer, matching his tone. You weren’t raised to even fear the Celestial Dragons, and it was only the meagerest of respects that caused you to defer to the Elders.

This man was neither.

“… You didn’t run away from the Red Line. Tell me how you ended up in the new world?” He commands. You consider declining to answer his questions, but it’s not like being unnecessarily antagonistic was going to do you a lot of good.

“I did not succumb during my last heat, and my scent became unpleasant.” You explain, a bored expression on your face to match his irritated one. “I was sent to the new world to be restored.”

“And who is supposed to perform this miracle?”

“I was not informed.” You reply, trying not to bristle at the idea that you wouldn’t be able to find a solution to your problem. “I expected to change ships many times, as omegas are often not left on a singular transport for any longer than required.”

There was a long silence between the two of you. You’d said your piece and weren’t going to prompt him for anything, but if he didn’t speak again in another couple minutes, you were tempted to turn and leave. He wasn’t even looking at you, his attention on the small mountain of paperwork he had been dealing with even before you arrived.

He hadn’t killed you on the spot. He hadn’t dared to touch you. He hadn’t made any demands of you, and admittedly you hadn’t spoken on any requests. But if he was just going to ignore you, you could be ignored in an empty room with a clean bed.

Turning you walked away from the desk and head toward the door. It’s been a long day, and frankly a nap sounds divine. The bastard at the desk isn’t speaking up and telling you to come back, so you pay him and his workaholism no mind.

When you put your hand on the door knob, a larger hand appears against the door. Save for the ring finger, all the fingers have fine rings upon them, and it seemed to be coming into existence from grains of sand.

The voice at your ear sends an ice cold chill down your back.

“I didn’t say you could leave.” He grumbles, and you can hear the shifting of sand as he forms completely behind you. You turn and face him, and realize he isn’t just imposing while he’s behind the desk, he’s tall to the point of towering over you.

“You didn’t say I had to stay.” You reply evenly, pushing back the few shivering nerves bubbling up in you. He’s entirely too close, and most alphas weren’t ever given leave to be so close to you, the smell is something you’re not used to at all. It’s not offensive, but you’re irritated, and you don’t want to like it.

He reaches out for you and you smack his hand away the same way you had Buggy’s. You would have hauled off and smacked him as well, but there was something in the way that his eyes narrowed that stops you.

“Do not touch me.” You assert. “Only omegas are allowed to-ah!” Crocodile grabs both your wrists so quickly you can’t react. Pinning your hands over your head he nearly lifts you off your feet, holding you against the door. The hard, cold curve of the back of his hook forces you to look up at him.

It is not a gentle hold.

“The gods of the Red Line may ignore the laws of men, and obey the decrees of the Elders,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes are stripping you bare. This isn’t a conversation between equals. You are the prey, and he is the predator. “But pirates heed only their own wills.”

Lowering his hook he snags the snug collar of your flimsy top with it, tugging enough to make you nervous, and managing to be so gentle that nothing rips. At least not yet.

“Stay in here.” He commands.

“I’m… tired.” You manage to say, trying to neither acquiesce or defy him.

“Then sleep.” He says, pulling you away from the door and nearly dragging you toward the desk. It’s everything you have to keep your feet under you and keep pace with his far longer strides. He walks past a bed you didn’t notice when you first came in, tucked back in the darkest corner of the room, and pushes open a door.

He shoves you into a bathroom, and you’re happy to have kept yourself on your feet.

“Clean that body paint off.” He commands. “I’m not going to have that disgusting slop staining my bed.”

“I’m-I’m not sleeping in your bed.” You try to assert. “There’s a hundred rooms in this castle, just let me-.”

“Have you bathed yourself before?” He interrupts and you can feel your face flush.

“I, yes, of course. It’s… it’s been,” years, it’s been years. “A bit. It’s not like one for-forgets.” You step back nervously as he steps into the bathroom with you. “Ab-absolutely not.”

“You keep talking as though you have any say in the matter.” Crocodile says coolly. “You can strip yourself, or I’ll remove your garments myself.”

“I… I can’t.” You admit. He raises a brow and you feel yourself heat up. “The collars and cuffs require two or more hands to unclasp, and I can’t reach the ones in the back.”

The ship you were on had several female beta marines who had been assigned “omega” status for the sake of tending to you on the ship. You imagine they hadn’t survived the raid.

A rush of wind and sand kicks up in the room and you can hear and feel your clothing being ripped from you. He could’ve simply ripped it off you, but he seemed to have decided to slip sand between you and the clothing and tear it away from you. The most expensive silk lay in tatters on the ground around you, and the only mark on you was a little red against your wrists from the earlier interactions.

Crocodile starts the shower for you, and after being seemingly satisfied with the water temperature steps back, looking at you coldly.

“If you miss any, I’ll wash you myself.” He warns, before turning and leaving you in the room. “In cold water.”

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

SLEEPING BEAUTY

Crocodile would probably buy some of the most expensive and best teas and sleeping pills money can buy. He can't have you sleep deprived, your health it's his primary concerns. He will be by your side, working on the nearby desk. Whenever you are troubled and can't sleep, his rumbling low voice will quiet those pesky worries. Nothing will bother his emerald jewel.

Doflamingo much like Crocodile, will try to find anything to help you sleep. If nothing works, he will use his voice to make you sleep, telling you boring things to ease your mind from whatever is blocking you from sleeping. Needless to say, no one is allowed nowhere near your room whenever you are sleeping. His sleeping beauty won't be bothered, else...

Mihawk, the pragmatic one, will look into what is stopping you from sleeping. He will solve the problems at the roots, if not he will be there as your support. Please, do lean on him when he's reading his book,would you like him to read out loud? Or maybe taking a stroll around the island will make you so tired ,you'll eventually fall asleep. Please dearheart,let him help you. His heart is breaking anytime he sees those bags growing.

[mamamittens]

Platonic Yandere Crocodile and toddler reader

You know those pictures of babies with like, comically large sunglasses and a fancy hat?

That's Crocodile with his baby. Always matching with their own gold colored bottle. You know. To match his hook.

He's actually really careful with his hook around his baby, always teaching safety around sharp object since he's not likely to baby proof it unless absolutely necessary and that usually involves dissolving it into sand. He's got a personal 'beach' area in his private bath house so he can relax in the water while his baby plays with sand. Sand he's always at least passingly aware of.

His baby is clean but strangely dirty. At least a little sand in their little baby pockets at all times.

If you think they're alone, they're not. They're never really left alone.

Crocodile made sure of that.

They're actually fairly well behaved but only for Crocodile. They enjoy being a bit of a menace otherwise in sort of a playful way, dragging people into tea parties. Where they will sometimes find Crocodile sipping tea and eating treats with a sort of dry, threatening look.

Play along or else.

[galaxyfoxes]

Platonic yandere sir crocodile

Tw: forced companionship, manipulation, possessive behavior, mentions of bodily harm, typical yandere behavior

May contain spoilers

Crocodile doesn't seem to be someone who trusts people easily, so I can only see him having an obsession for someone working under him.

And even then, it'll take a lot of time. and you'll have to prove prove that you're useful to him for his obsession to begin.

You're most likely on the younger and inexperienced side if you're hellbent on working for an ex-Warlord

If luck is on your side, you'll grow on him, and he won't get rid of you for annoying him.

He would make you his assistant so he can keep an eye on you. Plus, it's an excuse he can use to spend time with you.

he'll try to convince himself that he doesn't care about you even after he gains an obsession.

Crocodile is a manipulative, controlling, and parental yandere.

He'll try to take a more fatherly figure role in your life regardless of if you already have one already. And he'll expect you to only come to him for advice or if you have any problems.

Once he gains his obsession for you, you're no longer allowed to go anywhere without his permission and a bodyguard accompanying you. He'll explain it's for your safety since he is a former warlord and has many enemies.

You can also say goodbye to your friends because he thinks you don't need them since his company is all you need.

I think if you're on your best behavior, he'll spoil you rotten and give you anything you ask for. except your freedom, of course

Sometimes, he can be affectionate with you in private, often ruffling your hair and hugging you. But he'll never show any affection in public.

While he does really care about you, he's more than willing to deal out punishments if you act out of line. you talk back too much? He'll lock you in your room until you beg him to let you out. You make an escape attempt? He'll break a leg so you don't try ever again. He'll make sure to stomp out any bad behaviors real quick.

If you apologize to him enough and make it up to him, he'll comfort you. He'll often say things like. "You gave me no choice. This is what happens when you break the rules." While holding and you tightly.

The only time you could escape is when luffy defeated him in Alabasta. But you can't get too comfortable because he'll immediately start looking for you after the marineford War. And it'll be hell for you when he finds you.

You got yourself into a situation you'll never get out of. It'll be best if you stop fighting and just deal with it.