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100K Special - 10. Crocodile

Tropes:
Falling for the boss.
Pretending to date.
Word count: 3625

A/n: Well my lovely lovely readers, happy new year! 2025, wow.. insane. This year marks 9 YEARS I've been in the one piece fandom, and that's crazy to me! Anyway, I'll stop rambling, I've kept you guys waiting long enough. So here is my 100K special series! Believe it or not this is one of the shorter stories out of the 10! Hope you enjoy judging my list over these next 10 days, of my personal favourite one piece men. So then in at number 10 is, Sir Crocodile!

You adjusted your outfit for what felt like the 100th time in the last half an hour. You felt out of place, your shoes maybe too high, and your nerves completely frayed. To be honest, you easily blamed it all on Crocodile, your enigmatic boss.

It was just a normal day at Baroque works. You had a bunch of reports from agents that were en route to land on Crocodiles desk. Your shoes clicked on the hard floor as you walked down the hallway, you took a minute to make sure you didn't look messy before you extended your arm and knocked. You heard a gruff 'come in' and so you gently pushed the door open, striding over to his desk.

"Reports for you sir" you placed them down on his desk gently, and watched as he picked them up and his eyes scanned over the information, his cigar hung from his mouth, but before you had the chance to turn and leave he spoke up. "I need you to accompany me to a meeting tonight" he told you. It wasn't a question it was an order.

"A meeting?" You asked unsure. His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, sending an inexplicable jolt through your body. Crocodile was unreadable, like a locked vault. The tall warlord, with a perpetually stern expression, a glance alone from him could silence a room. You'd worked for him for a couple of years now, and you still couldn't make odds or ends of him.

"Last time that piece of work showed up to my casino he came with some young something hanging off his arm, and the bastard thought he was better than me for that" Crocodile grumbled. You didn't have to even ask to know who he was talking about. A man he was in business with a lot. Another warlord, and a powerful one at that.

"I see" you pushed off his desk. "Just think of it like business" Crocodile clarified. "It'll be like work, you'll get paid but temporarily you'll be my date for the evening". You blinked, certain you had misheard him.. his date?

"What do you mean-" he cut you off quickly. "For appearances". His tone was dismissive, casual. Like he had just ordered you to do the easiest job in the world, when in reality, it seemed the most challenging.

"What am I suppose to wear" You asked him, wondering what you even had in your wardrobe, you were just a simple secretary you didn't usually get to attend these things as a guest. You watched as he leant forward, his eyes still trained on yours. "A simple dress code. Something fancy. I trust even you can handle that".

So now here you were, inside his casino, on the other side of what you usually experienced here. All you could do is wonder how you even got roped into this. You made your way to the back of the casino, the private meeting space was sleek and elegant, with giant glittery chandeliers casting a glow on the marble floors.

Crocodile was there already, standing at the bar. Drink in hand. You almost had to double take. He looked completely different. Gone was his usual dark attire, and long coat, that he wore at the baroque works office. Tonight he was in a tailored tuxedo, his hair, which could usually look a little tousled by the afternoon, was perfectly gelled back. He had an air of effortless control, and it made your stomach flip. You wondered if you'd even be able to stomach any drinks.

"You're late" his tone wasn't unkind, but it was rather dry. You nervously laughed, straightening yourself out again. "I got held up at the office". His eyes swept over you, taking in your appearance, you could feel as they lingered for just a second longer than appropriate. "You'll do" he commented, looking back to his drink.