#crocoviv

Head in lap

Please and thank you.

Crocodile stares down in wonder at Vivi's soft, relaxed face, her eyes closed and blue hair spread in strands over his lap. He strokes his fingers against her cheek as she dozes, unable to believe how lucky he is, to have gotten this second chance.

He is unworthy of it. He is unworthy of her — an old man who had been bitter and miserable for so long, while she is a vibrant and glorious unstoppable young woman.

And he is so, so grateful.

She stirs gently, and reflexively he freezes, but she smiles and nuzzles her face against his hand.

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Summary: After reconciling their differences following Crocodile's escape from Impel Down, and Vivi's escape from the shackles of duty in Alabasta, the pirate and the former princess have found themselves falling into intimate tango. Finally, in the quiet of the captain's quarters, with drinks in hand, the fireworks go off.

Summary: When Vivi makes a midnight escape from the palace of Alabasta and flees the country in an attempt to get stronger and rejoin the Straw Hat pirates as a full crew member she finds herself unsure of her path forward. That is until a chance meeting brings her face to face with her former enemy, and former hero, Sir Crocodile who agrees to help her on her quest to find a devil fruit for herself.

It's surprisingly easy to make peace with the former warlord, if not to forgive or trust him. But the longer she spends around him, and the former Baroque Works agents helping her find her way through the Grand Line, the more she finds that the troubles in her heart are not the simple ones that she expected to be facing.

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I am alone, but I love them SO MUCH <3 BINGO!!

The cabin was small, and he'd gotten closer—close enough that she could make out the scruff on his lower jaw, and smell the oil and cologne in his hair and on his body. His hook, heavy and imposing often with the constant reminder that it was, in fact, a rather deadly weapon, felt like so much more than that in such personal company. Its heavy weight was reassuring, the curve of his hook like the palm of his hand against her shoulders—even as it did stand as a symbol of what he'd lost in the past.