The Last One (One Piece x Reader)

Chapter 45: Can you forgive him?

Crocodile never likes it when you visit Alabasta. At least, that's what he claims. But you know he's lying. Deep down, he enjoys it—or maybe you're just delusional. Either way, you're here again, loitering in his office inside the casino.

"Get off my damn table," he mutters, watching as you idly shuffle through his papers.

You're perched right in front of his seat, feet dangling at his side, the picture of stubborn defiance. Tilting your head, you skim through the documents, completely unbothered.

"No," you reply simply.

He exhales a long draw of his cigar, rolling his eyes. You can tell he's already regretting not throwing you out.

If anyone were to walk in right now, they'd probably faint at the sight—you, comfortably perched on his desk, your posture far too relaxed, far too intimate for someone in Crocodile's presence. It's a scene that shouldn't exist, yet here you are, pushing boundaries like always.

He leaned back in his seat, not even bothering to argue. Maybe, if he ignored you long enough, he could get some rest—even while you were being incredibly annoying.

But, of course, you had other plans.

Without a second thought, you casually tossed his papers aside and leaned in, hands braced on either side of his head. Your playful grin was met with a raised eyebrow, but he didn't pull away. Didn't even seem to mind the sudden closeness.

"Let's get some food," you chirped, eyes gleaming with mischief.

He exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "You're insufferable," he muttered, but you noticed he still hadn't told you no.

You took his lack of outright refusal as a victory. Grinning wider, you tilted your head, waiting for the inevitable excuse—something about being too busy or not having time for your nonsense.

Instead, Crocodile just took another slow drag from his cigar, exhaling the smoke lazily before flicking off the ash. "And if I say no?" he finally asked, his deep voice carrying the usual edge of indifference.

You hummed, pretending to think. "Then I'll just sit here and annoy you until you give in," you declared, fingers drumming lightly on the desk.

He stared at you for a long moment, gaze unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he leaned forward, forcing you back slightly as he reached for his coat. "Tch. Fine. But if you pick someplace ridiculous, I'm leaving you there."

Your eyes sparkled with triumph. "Deal!"

As you hopped off his desk, practically bouncing toward the door, Crocodile shook his head. He really should've thrown you out when he had the chance.

This was nothing new. Every time you visited, it followed the same pattern. At first, he was the one intruding—mocking you with sharp remarks, pressing into your space with that air of arrogant amusement. But the more time you spent around him, the more things shifted.