𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑃𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠)

Crocodile (The Sands of Seduction)

In the heart of the Grand Line, chaos reigned as the notorious Baroque Works continued its reign of terror. Among its ranks, the cunning and ruthless Crocodile stood as one of the most feared warlords, his ambition rivaling even the darkest tales of the underworld. But in a world filled with deceit, a new player was set to enter the game: Y/N, the assassin princess, known for her unparalleled agility and deadly precision.

Y/N had spent years honing her skills, weaving her way through hidden markets and shadowy alleyways, becoming a myth whispered among the world's elite and underground. With a reputation that preceded her—a master of disguise with a talent for infiltration—she had always operated alone, until the fateful night when her path crossed with Crocodile's.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the sandy expanse of Alabasta. Y/N had arrived on a mission: to gather intelligence and eliminate Crocodile before he could orchestrate his next grand scheme. Yet, she didn't expect to find herself enthralled by the man she had come to kill.

Crocodile was drenched in malevolence, his presence commanding the attention of anyone who stepped into his territory. His sharp features and golden eyes burned with ambition, and Y/N could feel an uncharacteristic flutter in her chest as he surveyed the room filled with his lackeys, a cigar perched coolly between his fingers.

Slipping into the dimly lit bar, Y/N donned her disguise. Underneath a flowing cloak, she masked her identity, her heart racing with adrenaline. She blended into the crowd, her sharp gaze locked onto Crocodile as he engaged his subordinates. Despite a plan carefully crafted in her mind, an unexpected thrill tugged at her—a curiosity about the man whose life she was meant to take.

She had to get closer.

Moments turned to minutes, and Y/N deftly weaved her way through the throng, each step deliberate and graceful. Drawing closer to him was like approaching a tempest, his aura rich with danger and allure. The air crackled between them, though she fought to suppress the rising heat within. Just as she was about to settle on the ideal moment to strike, their eyes met—golden and piercing.

"Who do we have here?" Crocodile's voice sliced through the chatter, smooth as silk yet edged with steel. He studied her with a predatory gaze, intrigued.

Drawing a steady breath, Y/N maintained her composure. "Just a traveler seeking adventure," she replied huskily, allowing a hint of mischief to lace her words. "I hear this place is buzzing with excitement."

"Excitement, indeed." A smirk played on his lips as he beckoned her forward, gesturing to an empty seat beside him. "Tell me more about this adventurous spirit of yours."

Crocodile's charm was intoxicating, and as he leaned closer, Y/N felt her resolve wavering. They exchanged banter, spending the night lost in conversation. He spoke of his ambitions, his desire for power, and the future he envisioned for himself and Alabasta—and Y/N found herself captivated, drawn in by both his charisma and the thrill of danger that surrounded him.

But she was an assassin, and the mission loomed in the back of her mind, yet her heart began to question her loyalty. Could she betray him after sharing such intoxicating moments? Would the allure of his wicked charm be enough to stay her blade?

As the night wore on, the tension between them crackled like electricity in the air. Their eyes locked with an intensity that left Y/N breathless. It was in that moment, that temptation prevailed. Y/N leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "What if I told you I had a different kind of adventure in mind?"

Crocodile's smirk deepened, the shadows dancing in his eyes. "Careful, princess. You might find yourself tangled in a web far more dangerous than you expect."

At that moment, the world around them faded, and as the first touches of dawn kissed the horizon, Y/N made her choice. She felt the dagger hidden in her cloak, but now it was a symbol of protection rather than her weapon. They sat entwined in a dangerous dance of seduction amidst the sands of Alabasta. Would the assassin princess align herself with one of the most feared warlords on the seas?

With a sultry smile, she leaned forward, brushing her lips against his ear and whispering, "Maybe I like danger."

Unbeknownst to them, their intertwined fates would lead to chaos to come—both for the world they were part of and for the hearts they were destined to possess. In a tale spun with ambition, desire, and betrayal, the lines blurred, leading both down a rabbit hole deeper than they had ever anticipated. The assassin princess and the warlord, together amid the storms of the Grand Line, had only just begun their wicked adventure.