#not her circus... not her monkeys etc. pp.

[ofallthingsnasty]

You know, I think that if you're Alabasta-era Crocodile's basement wife, Robin absolutely knows about you - it's not like he's keeping you secret from her (it's no use, really, she's too smart for her own good, plus it'd be too much work to keep you hidden from Ms. All Sunday and that man wants to relax here and there, alright?). It makes him a little more vulnerable, a bit more liable - but the most fucked up thing about it would be your and Robin's relationship.

You learn about her and immediately fear for your life - he's found someone new to play with and you're going to end up as gator chow, you're sure of it. For a man who likes the finer things in life, little old you has probably lost their appeal - and you know that he isn't the type to simply kick you to the curb. You jump at every little noise and worry yourself to tears until you learn that she's been in on whatever shady business he gets up to for months, that's she's by no means some sort of replacement. It's both relieving and terrifying because it just means that he's so removed from reality that he has no shame in letting other people know about you. That he thinks you'll never get out of this, that he thinks he has so much power that it doesn't matter if she knows about his dirty little secret or not. Even worse is that she just doesn't seem to care. After that initial fear wears off, you might think that she could be at least someone to talk to, someone to fraternize with a little (you're not delusional enough to think that she'd be able to get you of of this, much less that she'd want to) but those blue eyes always remain cold, her smile polite yet empty. You can't ever get close to her, no matter how hard you try - she pities you, a little, and humors you with her presence when it's appropriate but not much more than that. It's no surprise that her mere excistence will make you bitter; because while you're both bound to a terrifying man, she is free to walk the streets if she so wishes. It's like a pedigree housecat envying its free-roaming neighbor, fat and well-cared for, yet never able to taste the freedom the other has.

#robin sees you for the first time and goes 'hm. didn't take you as that type of guy but okay' and then it's back to business #i mean... poor woman has been on the run for all of her life and finally she's found a little bit of stability. she's not going to risk tha #just because her new boss has unorthodox 'hobbies' aka keeping someone in the basement ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #not her circus... not her monkeys etc. pp. #yandere one piece #/one piece #/crocodile #tw.yandere