Smoker is so hot, he'd be attractive too if he wasn't a fucking Marine
And that's why in our big AU Deicide, he finally gets fed up with the Marines, defects to Cross Guild, and makes out with Crocodile. 😁💖
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From Onigashima Aftermath, Chapter 8:
Smoker found himself in a small, barely furnished room. His sea stone cuffs were quickly locked to the back of the chair he was 'escorted' into. And a moment later, after the guard and former warlord had exchanged nods and the guard had departed, he and "Sir" Crocodile were alone.
Smoker was seething. This was the second time this man had gotten the drop on him. The second time he’d been locked up in a seastone cage. And this time he’d gotten Tashigi and Hina dragged into it.
He’d warned the World Government, the Admirals— Cross Guild may have seemed like a farce from the outside, but they were a legitimate threat. A powerhouse of Warlords and their collected power all coming together under the banner of destroying the Marines specifically.
They didn’t listen. They never did. His eyes bored into Crocodile’s, his lips tight as he snarled low under his breath. If this was another ‘Utopia’ pitch about toppling a nation he was going to go apeshit.
Crocodile was smiling that bastard smile of his, and the heels of his boots rang out sharp on the floorboards as he swaggered around behind Smoker.
"I'm sorry I can't make you any more comfortable, considering the circumstances. I can offer a small apology, though." He took a fresh cigar from his pocket and held it in front of Smoker. It smelled like a good one, and seemed to be the twin of the one hanging from the former warlord's lip.
“Trying to buy me off with a good cigar, eh?” Smoker chuckled roughly. “...I’m dying for a smoke, so I ain’t gonna refuse but that doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to shit, understood?”
"Obviously," Crocodile chuckled. "I wouldn't respect you if you were a man who could be bought with a damned cigar. Or a man who could be bought, period."
The pirate carefully and expertly held the cigar between Smoker's lips for him, and lit the tip of it with the end of his own. As he puffed the cherry, their faces were quite close, and he had a good look at the man who was his captor.
Crocodile wasn’t a bad looking man. Not by half. The crawling scar over his face was a mystery to Smoker, but it didn’t take away from his good looks one bit.
A shame he was a pirate. He puffed at the cigar with a low huff of breath. “Glad to hear you respect me then.”
"Frankly, Smoker, that's why you're here and not at the bottom of the sea." Croc smiled and pulled out of his personal space, puffing on his own cigar. "You're one of the few damned marines I have anything like respect for."
