Crocodile was an Arch Fae king. As such, he was a very busy creature. His powers kept his territory under control, he negotiated with other rulers, and kept another annoying Arch Fae as far away as he could. He had many assistants to help him with his huge workload. One of those assistants was you, one of the only humans he employed. Your scent and name were nice enough.

Crocodile tolerated you. Used your lap as a pillow and your hands as a massage whenever he needed a break. One of those breaks was during the upcoming fae ball. He had his head buried into your stomach as you both rested on his huge couch that took up half of the huge room he had.

"We still have to handle the mess that will be invitations," Crocodile grumbled, pressing his face further into your glorious, wonderful stomach pudge. This was also one of the reasons he liked you. "And I'll have to keep that bastard Doflamingo away from this event."