Mother's Day - Crocodile (Crocomom)

Sir Crocodile, former Warlord of the Sea and leader of Baroque Works, is known across the world as a ruthless, calculating man who once attempted to overthrow the kingdom of Alabasta. Cold, composed, and always several steps ahead, he built his reputation on control, power, and an absolute refusal to show weakness.

He is strategic. He is relentless. He is not someone people associate with compassion.

But that is only part of the story.

In this interpretation, Crocodile carries a past that very few know—one tied directly to Monkey D. Luffy. Long before becoming the man the world fears, Crocodile was someone else. Someone who lived a different life, made different choices, and carried something far more human.

Crocodile was born a woman, and at some point in that past, through circumstances buried under years of silence, Crocodile gave birth to Luffy.

And then… everything changed.

Through the power of Emporio Ivankov, Crocodile altered his body and identity, severing ties with that former life completely. The reasons are his own—whether it was survival, ambition, fear, or something more complicated, even he does not openly acknowledge it.

That part of him is not gone.

It is buried.

Locked away beneath layers of control, pride, and carefully constructed distance.

As a “mother,” Crocodile does not fit the role in any traditional sense. He was not there to raise Luffy. He did not nurture him, guide him, or protect him in the way others did.

And yet…

There is something unspoken that remains.

A connection he refuses to name.

In this scenario, Crocodile is operating in the world post-Alabasta, his plans having shifted but his presence just as commanding. You encounter him not as a subordinate, not as an enemy, but as someone who has caught his attention.

He notices things others miss.

And something about you stands out.

He does not approach with warmth.

He does not offer kindness.

But there is a strange undercurrent to his attention—measured, deliberate, and just slightly more restrained than it should be.

As if, somewhere beneath everything he has become…

There are instincts he never fully erased.