Ive Been So Into Twlilight Lately. Its Consuming All Of Me And My Time

there’s not enough of felix in his murder attire on this site so here i am to deliver

I cannot begin to explain to you guys how much I love Felix and Demetri’s stupid little 19th century robes

this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

Protectors~

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🃜 pairing : Poly! Lost Boys × Vamp! Female! Reader

🃜 fandom: the lost boys × reader

🃜 summary: Reader is a newly turned vampire and mated toThe Lost Boys. She was turned a few months before Micheal arrived. And the day that Frog Brothers come with the Emerson’s the Reader decided to sleep with her mates. And in their haste to rid Santa Carla of the Vampires they make a grave mistake. (No use of Y/n)

🃜 Word Count:2.7k

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The cave was quiet, the only sound being the waves hitting the rocks outside. All of the inhabitants of the cave peacefully sleeping, well almost all of them. Something instinctual, deep in your gut and the back of your mind is telling you somethings not right. Slipping through the dark fog in the faint chime of hushed whispers. Voices exchanging softly, all dim and low like they were sharing secrets.

It has you pushing your face deeper into David’s neck in an attempt to muffle out the sounds, desperate to escape fully back into the comfort of a deep sleep.

You usually slept in a bed that wasn’t far from where the boys slept, while Star and Laddie slept in the more open part of the cave. Something in your mind told you to sleep with the boys, so you listened to it.

When you arrived back at the cave after feeding, you were brought to where they slept. There was a little arguing over who you slept with,but something was telling you to sleep with David. So you stopped them from arguing,and they all climbed up to the bar they hang from. Dwanye stayed on the ground with you, so you had help getting to David. Once David is settled he opens his arms for you, and with a kiss to your head Dwanye helps you wrap yourself around David. Once you’re settled David wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck yourself into his hold.

It’s still daytime. Something deep in your gut and the back of your mind assures that the sun is still high up in the sky, scorching and hot. An intuition that you still don't quite understand, but it has your limbs turning heavy and lax, muscles relaxing in David’s hold Your exhaustion has you numb to the world, the delicate rhythm of the waves crashing outside the cave muting down into nothing, the sound of the quiet voices vanishing.It must be two of the boys. Awake already. It would strike you as odd on any other circumstance, and to a degree it does, but your sluggish brain is quick to let go of that train of thought.

The insistence that something is wrong fading into an ignorable afterthought. The scuffle of shoes along dust and stone ignites a tremble down the notches of your spine, as though your body is begging for you to wake up and investigate while it simultaneously sinks further into David’s tight hold.

Something isn't right, something isn't right.

It's like a chant. A primal whisper that coils through your bones and sinew. Leftovers from your ancestors, remnants of the instincts that had kept them alive long ago, but it all seems null and void against the fatigue that seems to press you down like a physical weight. Even while hidden away from the sun it seems to sap you of all your strength.

It's impossible to even try to rouse yourself. Its as though you're held under water. The strength of that debilitating exhaustion sweeps back over you, making the sound of the angry, masculine voice that rises up high within the cave, reverberating from the dust covered stone, dim and distant. As though it's miles away.

“I feel a draft. I think there’s something up here.” You hear from far-away, murky and vague.

“Let’s check it out Sam.” Another voice.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” A third voice. Mike. Mike. That sounds familiar from somewhere - someone. A name mentioned in passing. Mike. Michael. A discussion carried on by the boys while they were all encircled around one of the burn barrels one night. So casual while they considered the fate of a complete stranger as though they were discussing dinner and not the destiny of a man's soul. Some sap that had apparently caught the eye of Star. She hadn't wanted it to go far, but then again, it's never supposed to go that far. But David wanted the guy dead. He was meant to be her first, she hadn't been able to do it. 

A wave of muddled scents breaks past the barrier of the rotting wood. Unfamiliar and thick, coated with cologne and shampoo that you don't recognize. All of it twisting with something even more out of place here. Something alive. Heat and life and blood. Iron, warmth, and salt. It's distinctly human. Living. The alarms go off in your head. Raging and flashing red in a way that's violent. And a bright light flashes behind your eyelids.

“JESUS.” One of the voices yells, another one screams before being cut off. Your eyes blink, lashes fluttering as you try to fight the sleep weighing your lids down. Your vision blurs a little, straining through the exhaustion, but then you notice the three figures standing below. They're children. Looking lost, dressed in camo and gear as though they've prepared to fight a war. One has his hand wrapped around the mouth of the blonde child muffling his scream. Wide blue eyes reflecting a visible panic while he stumbles back away from the other two. Another swears, cursing sharply under his breath while he flinches. But it's the one closest to you that moves. His dog tags glinting and chiming from a movement so sharp that it had to be a reflex, but the determination burning in his eyes is purposeful. 

“I thought they were supposed to be in coffins.”

“That’s what this cave is. One giant coffin.” The one with the bandanna says as he moved with the other one dressed in camo. They begin to climb up the wood beside your group.

“They’re at their most vulnerable. Easy pickings.”

“You just have to kill the leader huh.”

“We don’t know which on he is. We’ll kill them all.”

“We’ll start with her. She’s already seen us.” They say as the climb closer to where you’re hanging with David. An animal kind of panic tears through you, lighting up your nerves like lives wires, electricity and adrenaline burning through your veins with the white heat of fire. You try to move and wake up David, but your limbs struggle, sleep thawing in your tired arms and legs.

"Kill her, kill her!" One shouts all while the blonde in the background yells at them to stop, but it falls on deaf ears. The boy wielding the stake lunges forward with a war cry. You manage to wiggle slightly in David’s hold.

“David wake up!” A panicked shout rips from your throat, but David remains sleeping.

"The bitch is trying to wake them, you gotta get her before they wake up," someone shouts in a panicked rush. You continue to squirm in David’s hold trying to get the two of you away from the teenagers. Poised in the air, high above the boy's head in an arch. There's hardly any time to act and fear sinks in your gut, chilled and frozen as he drives it down with all the strength he has in his body; his lips curled in a hateful snarl. He's going to kill you. This is it. This is how you die. Your mind screams it over and over again on a broken loop, but your body acts all on its own. It twists so David’s unconscious body turns away from the stake,and your heart is away from the point.

There's no time to rejoice when the stake is already piercing your skin. It sinks in deep, parting flesh and muscle beneath its lethal point. The boy collapses and tips over the side of the ledge that they were standing on. You don't initially realize that you're screaming. You feel it first. The strength of your agonized wail shreds up your throat as though you've swallowed nails, but that pain is secondary to the fire and anguish pulsing through your shoulder. The stake is still wedged inside of your back, burrowing past skin and meat, prying at your shoulder blade like it means to rip it free from the sinew keeping it intact with the other bones. You're bleeding. You can smell it, sharp and distinct in the panicked air. The pain is crippling. Ripping and engulfing, eating up your spine.

The boy with the blue bandana wrapped around his head is stepping forward, already clasping a stake in a white-knuckled hold. The resolve in his eyes is haunting. The desire to kill you fervent and glaring in his stare. That's all it takes to have your voice spilling from you, rising up in another terrified shout.

“BOYS WAKE UP!”

"Say your prayers bloodsucker." He practically spits it out, lips twisting in a grimace as he moves forward preparing to stake you again. And then combined hissing and snarling fills the pit as the boys awaken. They finally awoke to your shouts and the smell of your blood. Four sets of yellow eyes focus in on the three humans in front of them as snarls fill the air.

"Guys, guys, we gotta go." It's the blonde that's repeating it over and over as he sees the vampires awaks, stumbling over his words while he jerks on the other's arms. They give in without any resistance. Fear alive and bright in their eyes, even while the kid with the bandana points his stake in your direction and tosses a quick "This isn't over" at you as the three of them take off in a brisk jumble in the direction that they came from.

The growls from within the cavern raise up higher as the boys realize what happened and it has the kids in a full-blown panic. Tripping over their feet in an ungraceful run as they try and reach the opening of the cave. Your body trembles and your head rolls forward onto the snarling David’s chest.

“YOU’RE DEAD MEAT.”

You can feel your lung snag and pinch as though it's being burned from the inside out, catching on the point of the stake when you inhale. It has you crying, a tear managing to trickle free as your ribcage shudders violently as you gasp. 

You don't want to take your eyes off of them, desperate to track their panicked flee, but your eyes cloud over. Stars dot your vision, spotting and flickering in shifting colors as a vignette blurs around the corners of your sight. You feel the world spin as David jumps down from the bar and lands on his feet. You still cradled against his chest. Three more thumps follow as the rest of the boys land behind. Iron coats your tongue. Thick and wet. Bursting up from the back of your throat while you try to breathe, spitting up with each labored inhale. You can feel your life waning. The strength diminishing, shrinking under your skin. Dying out like a flame that's being smothered. Whimpers spill from your lips as your carefully laid on your bed. You can hear the sound of claws ripping across the earth as two of the vampires tear their way out of the chasm like creatures pouring out of hell.

You hear muffled screams and shouts. The dull thud of hysterical footsteps as they rush to escape before death can seize them. You hear David's bellow roll throughout the cave, crashing over the screams from the horrified children. The loud chaos of it all grows dim - distant as they're no doubt running up the mouth of the cave while Paul's laugh rings out from somewhere far away. 

It makes you jump when a pair of hands smooth over your shoulders, light like a caress, but you can still feel a heavy tremble run through the fingers. A voice hums out, cooing softly to hush you when a strangled sob wrangles out from your body. The way they handle you is delicate, softly turning you over onto your hip and lifting you up to cradle you against their chest as though you might shatter into a million pieces otherwise. Breathing past the wet iron to try and notice the traces of spice and earth and musk. 

It was Dwanye. You try to say his name, but your throat tightens, choking on blood. You can feel his fingers grip your bicep, holding you still and you know that he's looking at the stake punctured deep in your flesh. His hold is nowhere close to the to the wound and yet it flares pain across your nerves, making you twist in his arms while a gutted sob wracks from your body. 

"I know, I know, love. I know,but I have to take it out" he says into your hair. It's difficult to hear his voice past the roaring in your ears, but once the words make it past the hum. It's like you can feel the agony already, simmering and slicing across your fried nerves like the edge of razor blades.

“Marko! I’m gonna need your help. ” He calls and you can hear another person coming. And then a gloved hand is cradling your face. The glove was cold against your skin as the hand tilts your head back from where it was tucked against Dwayne’s shoulder. It makes your lashes flutter, and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes open with how heavy they've grown, weighing heavy and threatening to slip closed.

“If we don’t remove it. You’ll die baby.” Marko says. There's a protest lodged somewhere in your mouth, slick from the blood and caught on a broken gasp, but you don't have time try and voice it.

“I’m gonna hold her still you pull it out.” Dwanye says as his grip around you tightens. Marko nods, gripping the stake in his hand and pulls. You want to scream, but there's no air left in your lungs for you to do so, and all that makes it out is a ragged, splintered gasp. 

Scorching hot pain pours in your veins as he rips the wood from your shoulder. It slices ribbons up your spine, feeling bone deep and white-hot, acid lashing up your muscles.You thrash in Dwayne’s lap, the grip around you tightening and pinning you against his chest. Marko continues to pull the stake from your shoulder, and there’s hardly any relief once its out. The damage it's done is still agonizing, coiling through your muscles. It's as though the flesh on your back has been flayed.

You can faintly hear the clatter of the stake hitting the stone walls. As the two fuss over you, David and Paul rush back into the area where your bed is.

“How is she?” There's a rawness to his voice, a breathless edge despite the non-necessity of breathing.

“She needs to feed.” Dwanye says. “She won’t make it to sundown.”

David stalks forward while dragging his nail across his wrist. He kneels beside your bed and presses his wrist against your lips. You clasp your fingers around his arm, digging into the aged leather of his jacket. Your teeth bury themselves into his arm as his blood pours down your throat. You feel a hand stroking your head as you feed on his blood. Life floods back into you with each gulp, syrupy and warm. The hole made in the split meat and torn flesh of your back begins to mend in a sluggish process, stunted. You’re cradled protectively between Dwayne and David as Paul and Marko hover around the two.

Paul leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Did you get them?"  Dwayne asks.

The thick silence that follows gives Marko and Dwayne their answer. And twin snarls rip out of their throats.

“They’re dead.”

“And they will be. They will be.” David says with a snarl.

“Marko when nightfall hits I want you and Dwayne to go hunt. She’ll need an actual feeding and we’ll need our full strength.” David says as he continues to stroke your hair, letting you have your fill of his blood. He wanted to make sure your wound was healed.

“Paul you’ll be staying here with her while we go take care of the little pests.” Paul nods as he sits on the edge of your bed by your head.

“They’ll regret touching our mate.” They all say as your wound completely healed and you pulled away from David’s wrist sagging against Dwayne as exhaustion took over. The boys continued to plan their attack as you fell into a deep sleep.

So I get all of them then

A little gift

Quiet everyone my shows on🙂‍↕️

Chapter 6: The Steel Winner

Cato Hadley x reader

Warnings: sparing, weapons, blood, kills, violence, fear, dictatorship, it’s the Hunger Games lol

Word count: 1,751

Masterlist

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Y/N's pov

The screen had become a permanent fixture in Y/N's life. Days blurred together as the Games dragged on, filled with blood and rain and death. Her parents no longer tried to pull her away. She trained in the mornings, listless and robotic, but each afternoon and evening, she was back on the couch, eyes locked on the television, heart clenched in constant dread.

Clove had still been alive until two days ago.

Y/N could still hear her own scream echoing in her ears—raw, broken—as she watched Lucian drive a spear through her best friend’s chest. Clove had fought like hell, refusing to go down, even after he severed her arm. She had taken his hand in the fight, cut it clean off in one brutal strike, her last act of defiance.

Y/N had collapsed to the floor, sobbing, her fists slamming against the wooden panels of her living room.

Clove was gone.

Clove, her best friend, her sister in everything but blood.

She was gone, and all that remained in the arena were two boys—both from the Career alliance that had ruled the Games like gods among mortals. Cato from District 2. Lucian from District 1.

Selene had died the same day as Clove.

Y/N had watched in numb silence as Cato finally turned on the girl who had flirted with him so shamelessly. It was brutal—Cato had lured her in with the same smile, the same charm she had used on him. Then, when she had let her guard down, he struck.

No hesitation.

A sword through the chest.

Y/N didn’t know if it was revenge for Clove or just a final shedding of the act. Either way, Selene died staring at Cato with confusion, her hands clutching his shirt as she fell.

And now, only two remained.

Lucian, bloodied, one hand missing, barely able to hold his blade.

Cato, wounded at the thigh and side, soaked in rain and blood, breathing hard, but alive.

Y/N sat forward on the couch, her heart in her throat, barely able to breathe.

"Here we are, folks!" Caesar Flickerman's voice boomed through the speakers. "The final showdown of the 72nd Hunger Games! District 1 versus District 2. Two of the fiercest warriors we've seen in years!"

Claudius chimed in, voice reverent. "Cato looks like a storm—calculated, deadly. But Lucian? He’s not going down easy. That boy’s rage is burning hot. This could end in any direction."

Y/N didn’t blink.

The arena—once a city, now reduced to broken buildings overtaken by nature—was a battlefield. Rubble and ash littered the streets. Rain fell in slow, steady sheets, soaking through Cato’s dark clothes as he stalked forward. Lucian stood across from him, breathing hard, swaying slightly. His face was pale from blood loss, his severed arm wrapped tightly in what remained of his shirt.

They didn’t speak.

They just charged.

Cato’s sword met Lucian’s in a violent clash of steel. Lucian’s eyes were wild with fury, his movements sharp despite his injury. But he was slower now, weaker. Cato’s injuries were severe, but his stance remained firm. He fought like someone with something left to lose.

The sound of blades rang through the Capitol broadcast. Y/N’s nails dug into the armrest of the couch.

Lucian landed a shallow cut on Cato’s shoulder. Cato roared in pain and slammed the hilt of his sword into Lucian’s face, breaking his nose. Blood poured from both of them. It was vicious, relentless.

Lucian screamed, charging with a final burst of strength. But Cato ducked, pivoted, and in one brutal, final swing, drove his blade through Lucian’s gut.

Time stopped.

Lucian gasped. His sword clattered to the ground.

Cato didn’t let go. He twisted the blade once before pulling it free, stepping back as Lucian fell to his knees, and then face first into the mud.

Silence.

Then the arena erupted into the sound of trumpets and cannon fire.

"AND WE HAVE OUR VICTOR!" Caesar’s voice roared, overwhelmed with joy. "CATO OF DISTRICT 2 HAS WON THE 72ND HUNGER GAMES!"

Y/N sat frozen, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

Cato stood over Lucian’s corpse, his sword shaking in his grip, his eyes distant and hollow. The rain soaked him, blood pooling around his boots. His chest heaved, but he didn’t move.

He didn’t celebrate.

He just stood there.

And on the screen, the Capitol crowd went wild, chanting his name. A name Y/N had whispered in the dark. A name she had screamed into her pillow. A name she had cried for when he walked into that arena.

Cato.

Victor.

But Y/N couldn’t feel victory.

She felt like something inside her had shattered beyond repair.

Cato's POV

The pain was gone.

At least, the physical kind.

Capitol medicine had seen to that in less than twenty-four hours. The torn flesh in his thigh, the deep slice at his ribs, the cracked bone in his shoulder—all healed. He stood in front of the mirror in the lavish victor suite, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit that fit him like it had been sculpted directly onto his body. His hair was neat, face clean. Too clean. Too untouched for someone who had just bathed in blood and rain and death.

He didn’t recognize himself.

Behind him, Brutus leaned against the dresser with crossed arms, sharp eyes tracking him in the mirror.

“You remember what I said?” Brutus asked, voice calm but edged with steel.

Cato nodded, jaw clenched.

“No mercy. No empathy. You won because you're the strongest. Own it. You show them anything soft—regret, pain, heart—and they'll smell it on you. And then they’ll use you.”

Cato turned slightly. “They’ll sell me.”

Brutus didn’t look away. “If they think you’re pliable, if they see someone the citizens will want to touch, they'll put you up for auction. Maybe not right away. Maybe they’ll call it charity, or a celebration tour. But it’ll happen.”

Cato’s chest felt like it was caught in a vice.

“And if I act like a monster?” he asked.

Brutus’s lips curled in a grim smile. “Then they’ll fear you. And no one wants to touch a monster.”

Cato looked back at his reflection. The boy staring back wasn’t seventeen. He wasn’t even human anymore. He looked like a weapon carved out of victory and vengeance.

“Got it,” he said quietly.

Brutus stepped forward, placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Good. Don’t flinch. Don’t smile. And whatever you do, don’t look sorry.”

The prep team appeared minutes later, dousing him in expensive cologne, smoothing out every crease, brushing invisible specks from his jacket. Then it was time.

He walked the gleaming halls of the Capitol studio with silent footsteps, cameras already catching his entrance. The roar of the crowd from inside the studio was deafening. They chanted his name—Cato, Cato, Cato—as though he were a god.

As though he hadn’t just killed 23 other kids to be standing there.

Y/N's POV

Y/N couldn’t sit still.

She stood with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, just in front of the television in their living room. Her parents sat on the couch, silent, the air around them thick with tension. The moment Caesar Flickerman appeared on screen, dressed in a shimmering emerald suit, her stomach twisted.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for—please welcome, the victor of the 72nd Hunger Games—CATO!”

The audience screamed. Lights burst across the screen. Cato walked out onto the stage like he owned it.

And in a way, he did.

He was beautiful in a way that made Y/N’s heart ache. But something was wrong.

His eyes.

They were empty.

No smile curled at his lips. No trace of the boy she had trained with, laughed with, spent the night with just days before the Reaping. He sat beside Caesar like a lion among sheep—cold, composed, calculating.

“Cato!” Caesar beamed. “You’ve had quite the journey! The highest score in training, you dominated the Careers, and now—you’re our champion! Tell us, how does it feel to be the victor of the 72nd Hunger Games?”

A long pause. Cato tilted his head slightly.

“Expected,” he said flatly.

The crowd laughed nervously. Caesar chuckled, brushing it off.

“Well, modesty certainly isn’t part of the package, is it?” Caesar joked. “Tell me—was there any moment in the Games where you thought, ‘this might be it’? Any moment where you were afraid?”

Cato leaned forward, one elbow on his knee.

“No.”

Caesar blinked. “No?”

“I’m from District 2. We train our whole lives for this. The moment I stepped into that arena, the only thing I saw was victory.”

Y/N’s breath caught. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

“I killed because that’s what I was there to do,” Cato continued. “And if I had to do it again, I’d make the same choices. I didn’t come to make friends. I came to win.”

Gasps and murmurs from the audience.

Y/N’s hands trembled. Her nails dug into her palms.

“Even with Clove?” Caesar asked gently. “She was from your district. She was your cousin and your ally.”

Cato’s face didn’t change. “Allies are temporary. I didn’t kill her, but if it had come to that, I would’ve.”

Y/N’s knees gave a little. She sat down on the floor without meaning to.

“And tell me this,” Caesar continued, voice more serious now. “Was there someone back home? Anyone special who you fought for?”

Cato hesitated.

Y/N leaned in.

His jaw tensed. Then he looked into the camera, eyes hard as granite.

“No.”

Laughter from some of the crowd. Others murmured.

But Y/N… she saw it. The flicker. The shift in his eyes.

He was lying.

He was lying, and it hurt him to say it. She could see it in the way he blinked a little too long, the way his hand twitched slightly on his knee.

He was protecting her.

Her heart ached in her chest, torn between pride and grief.

Caesar wrapped up the interview with charm and grandeur, ending it with: “Cato of District 2, the Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, ladies and gentlemen!”

Applause thundered. Lights blazed.

Y/N sat in the dark of her living room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

He was alive.

But he wasn’t Cato anymore.

Tag list: @inky-bonnie @russianspy24 @whitlocklibrary @simpingcorner @mischivana

Me…. I’m people

this is a face ppl go to war for #literally

I need a little something something with my smut

The truth of it 🤣

The Crocodile’s Ice Queen~

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🃜 pairing : Crocodile × AFAB! GN! Dragon Slayer! Reader

🃜 fandom: one piece × reader, Fairy Tail x reader

🃜 Summary: Reader is a member of Broque Works that was close with Crocodile before he was imprisoned. And after Crocodile’s imprisonment they also get captured along with Ace. (*Very little use of Y/n.
‘N/N - NickName’
Reader is gender neutral but is AFAB.
Also reader has Dragon Slayer magic (yes like Fairy Tail) I wanted the reader to have a badass power that didn’t come from a devil fruit)

🃜 Word Count:4.9k

🃜 Warnings:cursing, marineford spoilers, fighting, SMUT (Minors Do Not Interact). Explicit Sexual Content. Oral (Female Receiving), PIV, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink, Biting, Possessiveness

🃜 Requests: Open

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The chains clink together through the empty halls. Four people made their way through the halls. Two being marines and the other two being well known pirates. The silence is broke by one of the pirates.

“I’m sorry you got sucked into this.” It was a soft murmur but they still heard it.

“ ‘S not your fault I wanted to help.” They responded with a dull look in their eyes. The spark that was once there left when Crocodile was imprisoned.

*Flashback*

You hummed as you carefully watched as Miss Wednesday or should you say princess Vivi stood on a pirate ship. "Hm~? So this is her true nature~?" You hummed as your exceed carried you. You weren't at all impressed.

"Tch. She lied to Mr. Zero." You growled eyes narrowing.Just then you heard your Den Den Mushi start to go off..

"What I'm in a bad mood!" You yelled answering it. "A-ah sorry Miss

Winter! It's just that Mr. Zero wants to know what you've been up to!" You heard someone stutter. You just sighed in annoyance.

"Tell Mr. Zero I'll be back shortly and that I have big news to tell him." You mumbled before hanging up. "Such a pain." You grumbled. You popped your knuckles as you look down at the deck.

"To be fair I'd rather be back at Broque Works eating candy." You sighed.

"Onyx stay put ok? I'lI whistle when I need you. On the count of three drop me" You mumbled to your exceed as you slide on your mask. It was beautiful white mask that covered half of your face, it was decorated with white feathers held with snowflakes on the side of your temples. On the top of the mask it had the top half of a snowflake with a diamond in the midde. And dangling from the sides of the mask it had chains dangling with icicles at the end.

“Got it N/N.” You count to three and Onyx let’s you go. You land on the deck with a small thump.

"Ah~ what a safe landing~!" You cheered happily your mask covering your face.

"Hey! Who are you?!" Someone yelled. You didn't say anything as you scanned around before your eyes landed on ViVi. "Well~ well~ isn't this just a treat~? Didn't think I'd see you here Miss Wednesday-" You sang.

This caused ViVi's eyes to go wide in horror. You smirked as you watched her body shake. "N-no." She stuttered. "ViVi what's wrong? Do you know her?!" A girl with orange hair asked. "S-she's a member of Broque Works." She whispered taking a step back.

"They call her Miss Winter! She's supposed to be even closer with Crocodile! More than Miss All-Sunday!" She cried. Everyone just turned to you all with glares on their faces.

You just smiled at this tilting your head slightly. "I must say Miss Wednesday I'm very disappointed in you. You went and lied to Mr.Zero and that just makes me angry." You said eyes narrowing. ViVi flinched taking a step back again shaking even more than before.

"Don't let her attack touch you!" She yelled.

You just smiled as you raised your hand out pointing a finger at the boy known as Straw Hat Luffy. "Ice Shell." You mumbled. With that a flash of light went zooming from you towards the boy. "LUFFY LOOK OUT!" ViVi screamed.

You watched with a blank expression as someone tossed something in front of Luffy.

It ended up turning into a huge piece of ice that shattered when it the deck.

"Awe. How boring." Everyone looked at you getting ready to attack. Meanwhile Luffy just seemed to be in awe.

"WOW! IT TURNED TO ICE!" He said picking up the a small piece of ice and began examining it. Soon your Den Den Mushi went off again. "what?" You asked annoyed. "Miss Winter." Your eyes went wide at the familiar voice ViVi tensing up.

"Oh~ hello boss~!" You sang happily. "Where have you been? You've been missing for five days." He spoke sounding angry. "Five days?" The orange haired girl asked. "That means.." She trailed off Vivi nodding her head. "Yeah.

Miss Winter has been following us for the past five days." She said.

"Mm~ I got bored~ so I followed Miss All-Sunday only to discover that Miss Wednesday is traveling with another group of pirates!

Isn't that a treat?!" You asked happily.

"I don't care. Just hurry up and get back here already. You can dispose of them as well." He grumbled before hanging up.

You just sighed. "He sure is a meanie~" You mumbled. Just then you dodged an attack from a sword. "Hey now..." You said eyes narrowing. "That's not very nice." You said quickly kicking the swordsman away from you. You went and pointed your finger at him again.

"Ice Shell ." You mumbled. Again the same thing happened only this time the man blocked it with his sword. Of course this meant his sword was now covered in ice. "HEY! YOU BI-!"

Before he could finish you were right in front of him the chains on your mask moving around your face.

"Ya know you're kinda cute. I'm sure you'd be a tasty popsicle ~" You teased giggling slightly.

You just watched as the man blushed slightly.

You went and pressed your finger against his forehead. "Now..." You said getting ready to attack once more. Only to feel a sharp pain in your side.

Your eyes went wide as you looked down only to see a small dagger piercing through your side. "You..." You whispered glaring back at ViVi. "I won't let you hurt anyone else!" She yelled. You just glared at her.

"BLIZZARD!"

Soon huge flurries of snow surrounded the ship and each crew member. You growled grabbing the dagger and yanking it out.

"Now I'm not in a happy mood." You said jumping up onto the side of the ship.

"I’ll kill you all later." You spat whistling.

With that Onyx came flying down picking you up. "Oh and also..." You said going to snap your fingers. ViVi's eyes went wide.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!" She yelled.

"Freeze." You mumbled watching as the as the blizzard started to freeze the ship.

You looked down to the front of your outfit seeing the blood and you hold your side. "Mr. Zero isn't going to be happy about this." You mumbled sighing.

You hummed to yourself as you skipped down the halls you cape flowing behind you and Onyx floatinf by your side.

"M-Miss Winter you're hurt!" You heard someone cry. You looked over and saw Mr.

Three staring at you with a worried look.

"Hm~? Oh this is nothing don't worry about it!" You cheered skipping off.

You went and knocked on Mr. Zero's door waiting for him to let you in. "Come in." He mumbled. You opened the door happily after telling Onyx to go rest in your room. "I'm back~!" You cheered causing him to look up.

"So you've finally decided to show up Miss Winter." He grumbled leaning back in his chair.

You just smiled as you walked towards him.

"Awe~ did you miss me?" You teased standing in front of his desk. He just sighed closing his eyes. "Come here." He mumbled motioning for you to come closer. You went around his desk and hummed tilting your head. Before you knew it he had pulling you onto his lap.

This caused you to smirk slightly. "You must've missed me if you're doing this

Crocodile~" Crocodile just hummed looking down at you.

"You know I hate it when you leave my sight Snowflake." He mumbled.

You just hummed leaning against him. "I missed this scent." You whispered.

"Looks like you're injured." He mumbled causing you to stiffen slightly.

"It's nothing." You said not wanting him to think you're weak or make it so you don't leave his side ever.

"Tell me.. who did this." He demanded as he gently stroked the wound with his one hand causing you to shiver slightly. "M-Miss

Wednesday." You stuttered out. Crocodile just hummed as he went and looked you in the eye. You watched as he removed his cigar tossing it somewhere.

"Snowflake." He said gently grabbing your chin.

You blushed heavily at this your eyes closing slightly. "Yes?" You asked quietly.

"Remember you're the only one who can see me like this." He mumbled before pressing your lips together.

*Flashback ends*

You are lead up to the platform with Ace and pushed onto your knees. On one side of you is Sengoku and on the other side is Garp.

‘If only I could eat some ice I would be able to break out of these’ As you’re in your thoughts you miss the arrival of the Whitebeard pirates. You look out from the platform and seeing pirates clashing with Marines.

“Well Ace seems like your Pops did come for you.” You say with a small smile on your face.

“SOMETHING’S FALLING OUT OF THE SKY.” A marine yells and you look up along with Ace.

“Is it a sneak attack from the Whitebeard pirates.”

As the object closer you can pick up the sounds of screaming.

“I should’ve never listened to you Strawhat.” You hear a voice yell and a small smile makes it way onto your face. Knowing who that voice belongs too.

‘Oh Buggy you haven’t changed one bit.’

You hold in a laugh as you see the shell shocked look on Garp’s face.

“ACE!!!! Y/N!!!!” You and Ace both look out across the battlefield and see Luffy standing at the front of the ship that just landed.

“ACEEE!!!! I finally found you.”

“Hey is that Crocodile.” You hear a marine say and you look up.

“Thats not who I meant. Who’s that huge faced guy!?”

“GARP YOUR FAMILY’S MESSING THINGS UP AGAIN.”

“LUFFY NOOOOO!!” Garp yells as he grips the sides of his head.

“ACE!!! Y/N!!!! WE’RE ALL HERE TO SAVE YOU.”

The tears you’ve been holding in finally make there way down your face at the sight of Crocodile. You and Ace can only watch from the platform as the battle gets more intense.

“KEEP AWAY LUFFY!!!” Ace yells

“GO BACK LUFFY! WHY DID YOU COME.”

“Oh Ace.” You mutter.

“I’M YOUR BROTHER!!! “ Luffy yells. You turn your head and see Sengoku holding a transponder snail.

“It’s only one rookie. Don’t let him dictate the entire war this way.But his actual bloodline makes him the son of the revolutionary Dragon. And not only that the Ice Queen Y/n is the only know daughter of the Dark King Silvers Rayleigh. The right hand man of Gol D.

Roger.”

“THAT BASTARD IS NOT MY FATHER. I WASN’T RAISED OR KEPT BY HIM.” You snarl from your chained spot. Sengoku ignored you and just turns to the guards on the sides of you and Ace.

“Get ready men.”

“Sir.” Four blades are moved into the air. Two above you and two above Ace.

“Well cousin I guess this it.” You mutter to Ace.

“I guess it is huh.” The blades are brought back and you close your eyes.

‘Sorry Crocodile this is goodbye.’

“Now do it.” And with that command the blades and brought down. Everyone stares in horror as the blades go down, but one person is moving through the crowd towards the platform. Before the blades make contact the guards are knocked away. You open your eyes and look at Ace who is looking around in shock. Sengoku turns back to the battlefield looking to see who took our his guards.

“Who did this!?” In the center of hundreds of marine soldiers stands Crocodile. His jacket flowing behind him in the wind as the soldiers raise their weapons towards him.

“You bastard! I thought it was to our advantage to have you since you hold a grudge against Whitebeard.Crocodile!”

“I can kill that old, dying buzzard later.But before that I don’t want to let you taste victory. Especially when you have my little Snowflake in chains.” And with that the battle continues as Luffy still fights towards Ace. You soot. Crocodile fighting through the marines to get to your side of the platform.

“N/N!!!” You hear a small voice yell and look towards the sky and you see a small black and white ball flying towards you.

“ONYX!!” In Onyx’s little paws is a big clump of ice. And you know what he is planning to do so you tilt your head up and open your mouth. He swoops low and drops the ice into your mouth.

You quickly chomp on the ice and feel your magic return to you.

“ICE DRAGON TALON.” You yell as you slice through the chains holding you and Ace. Once you are both free you jump into the battle.

“ICE DRAGON ROAR.” Marines scramble to avoid your attack but most if them get swept up and end up unconscious. A pair of marines try to attack you from the back but are stopped by a whirlwind of sand. You don’t flinch when you feel an arm around your waist and cold metal against your hip.

“I suggest you keep your hands away from my Snowflake.”

A smile makes it way onto your face as you bury your face into his chest.

“We need to get out of here Snowflake.” You nod and pull away from his chest. Letting out a low whistle you wait for Onyx. The small cat flies down to you.

“Yes N/N.”

“I need you to grab Ace and get him away from the ground. I think its time we blow this popsicle stand.” Onyx nods and takes off towards where Ace is and he grabs him pulling him away from the ground.

Crocodile stands behind you as you hold out both of your hands as they start to become blue.

“Ice Dragon: Blizzard.” The wind begins to pick up as snow begins to fall throughout the battle field. The snow begins to pick up as everyone’s visibility begins to get worst.

“EVERYONE LEAVE HURRY.. BACK TO THE SHIPS.” You hear voices call out as you hold the blizzard for a few more minutes giving everyone time to get away. Once you start to sway you drop your hands as Onyx flies back to you. You hold your arms out and he flies into them as you lean against Crocodile.

“Come on Snowflake let’s get out of here. He scoops you up into his arms as you hold onto Onyx.And you both disappear in a flurry of snow and sand.

*Small Time Skip*

You let out a small groan as you flop on to the bed in the room you rented.

“I missed laying on a bed.” You mumble as your wet hair fans out around you. The first thing you did once you got away was take a shower. A small chuckle brings you out of your thoughts and you look up to see Crocodile standing at the foot of the bed with a towel around his waist. Your mouth goes dry as you rake your eyes over his body.

“Having fun there Snowflake.” All you can manage is a nod of your head as the words you wanted to say died in your throat. He smirks and climbs onto the bed with you reaching for the towel you have wrapped around your body. With a single tug he yanks the towel off of your body and his eyes travel over your body. Your face turns red as you notice the look of hunger in his eyes. And before you can even move he is on you. His hand instantly found its way to grope and tease your breasts pinching and rubbing your nipples as he used his hook to stay balanced above you. It wasn’t long before he sucked one into his mouth and you let out a soft content sigh. Your brain went foggy with lust. When you were thoroughly distracted he released your breasts from his skillful mouth and you whined in protest. He hushes you and moves his way up to your neck using his hand to tilt your head up. His lips reached the base of your neck and just as he did he sunk his teeth into your skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you yelped. He was quick to suck a mark into the skin before soothing it with his tongue. Another bite against your neck just under your jaw had you locking your legs around him.

His hand leaves your chin and trails down your body lightly caressing as it continues to move downward. His hand slid between your legs cupping your sex sliding one of his fingers between your folds and you moaned.

“So wet for me Snowflake.” He murmured, he wasted no time obviously wanting to fuck you as he plunged two fingers into your greedy entrance. It had you gasping at the sudden intrusion as he slowly pumped in and out of you. He smirks as he moves down your body leaving a trail of hickeys as he moves closer to your core. He slowly sucked and nipped at your inner thighs.

Your body felt hot arousal clear on Crocodile’s fingers as he inserted another.

He curled his fingers up abusing that soft spot inside you. You moaned, crying out his name spurring him on. “That’s it, pretty girl, you sound so beautiful for me.” He ran his tongue along the new mark on your thigh.

He watched you intently before lowering his mouth to your cunt licking a firm stripe across your clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Crocodile!” You gasped and his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. His fingers sped up curling and rubbing relentlessly into your cunt.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers that knot building threatening to unravel so quickly. “Crocodile , oh god Crocodile I’m going to cum!” You moaned, whining helplessly as Ace coaxed you over that blissful edge.

You came hard on Crocodile’s fingers you swore you could see stars.

Crocodile lifted his head with a smirk on his face, “Good girl, creaming like that on my fingers. Making such a mess.”

Crocodile withdrew his fingers, earning another whine. He ran his tongue along them, licking every drop of your arousal off of them as he kept eye contact with you. You were desperately trying to catch your breath. He pulled the towel from around his waist as he kissed his way back up your body.

“Those few months without you were torturous my Snowflake. Didn’t know if you were safe or not.” He murmurs as he kisses up the side of your neck. You don’t flinch when you feel the tip of his hook slide up and down your side.

“Didn’t know if someone would try to take what is mine.” Another bite to your shoulder has you gripping onto his shoulder as the tip of his hook moves up the side of your breast.

“No one else. Only you.” A smirk works it way onto his face as his hand wraps around your throat as he moved his face to hover above yours.

“Yes that’s right only mine. My Snowflake. My Queen.” Before you can say anything else his lips are on yours as he shifts his hips between yours. You let out a moan that is muffled by his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock against you. He slid it back and forth between your folds. The slick from your earlier arousal coated his thick throbbing member. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth as he continues to tease your entrance. He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at your flushed face as he continues to grind his hips against yours.

“Come on my pretty Snowflake tell me what you need.” He smirks and pins your hips down with his hand as he stops grinding his hips, causing you to let out a whine.

“Please…”

“Come on Snowflake use your words. Tell what you want.” He carefully drags the tip of his hook over your breast. You let out another whine and try to push your hips up.

“Use your words beautiful,”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please what? Whiny little thing,” he teased patronizingly.

“Please I need you to touch me,”

“I am touching you darling, more specifically,” he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth as his hook caresses the side of your breast. His teeth scrapped your nipple, biting softly and sending a shock wave of pleasure through you. “With your cock! I need your cock!” You whimpered, clutching his shoulders to ground yourself.

He straightened and smirked as he looked down at you.

“Is that all you need, what else you can’t have it if you can’t ask for it darling.”

You bit back a frustrated moan, your cheeks turning pink as you looked at him.

“I want you to put your cock inside me,” his eyebrows rose challenging you for more detail and you covered your face as you spoke, “Please put your cock in my pussy, Crocodile please I need you to fuck me,”

“Shy little thing,” he murmured and pressed the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your breath hitched as he inches inside teasing you with just the tip. At this rate, you were sure you would burn up from all the teasing. You wiggled your hips and he held you fast wanting to control the thrust and angle.

“Crocodile!” You shuddered, unable to hold back anymore.

“You want it Snowflake?” He asked.

“Yes yes, please! Please I need it I can’t take it any…” Before you could finish your begging he filled you in one swift stroke of pain and pleasure.

Your eyes rolled, mouth open in a silent cry at the sudden stretch of your core. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly as if refusing to be denied any longer. It was like all the air had been pushed from you in one quick motion.

“Breathe, you took it so well just breathe,” he murmured, his eyes searching your face for any sign of it being too much, watching you lose yourself in him. When you were finally able to come back down to earth and take a shaky breath he smiled and kissed you softly.

“Atta girl,” he murmured before leaning back and lifting your hips up with his hand urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You follow the wordless command as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Taking me so well, good job darling,” he crooned his praises sending another wave of heat through you.

“So full,” you sighed a cock drunk smile on your lips as you closed your eyes letting him fuck you slowly. “Yeah, you like being filled by my cock?” You nodded dumbly. He smirks and his hand inches it way back up to your neck as he steadys himself with his hook on the bed.

“Might want to hold on Snowflake because your in for a ride.” He says with a smirk and before you can question him your letting out a string of moans. You moaned as he thrust inside you harder, setting a much quicker pace chasing his release. “Fuck you look so pretty taking my cock like this, you feel so good, so wet and tight.” He groaned tipping his head back as he straightened. He hissed through clenched teeth face contorting in pleasure as he fucked you harder. Your brain struggled to keep up with the pleasure and you drooled as he fucked you. He was so deep, so big, so good. It felt like you were going insane from the pleasure. You moaned out as you arched your back, your chest meeting his as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge. Crocodile stopped and pulled out of you completely, grabbing your hands in his big one as he pinned them above your head.

“Don’t worry my little Snowflake you’ll get to cum.” He says before you have the chance to whine. He let’s go of your hands and straightens up with a smirk as he moves away from you. Before you can say anything he grabs your ankle yanking you roughly to the edge and rolling you over. You gasped at the sudden movement but didn’t fight him as his hand pressed between your shoulder blades. You were arched so carefully, pinned so Crocodile could fuck you.

He rubbed his thick hard cock against your entrance. He nudged the tip inside the delicious burn between pleasure and pain of the stretch from this position had you moaning into the mattress.

Once he had the tip in he gave one swift full thrust until he was balls deep bottomed out inside you. It was rough but it felt like heaven. Crocodile held still only for a moment giving you time to adjust to his girth before he started thrusting.

Your walls fluttered around his cock and he groaned as his hips snapped forward.

“This pretty little cunt wants to be broken in by me, it only wants me. You belong to me isn’t that right my love.” You nodded your affirmation biting your lip as you rose on your tip toes the pleasure was too perfect.

“Such a needy slut for me, the messy little pussy,” he leaned forward his voice low and guttural his words had you burying your face into the plush of the mattress letting out a loud moan. You felt yourself quickly approaching the edge and Crocodile knew it too.

“Gonna cum for me Snowflake. Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl.” The air felt like it had been pushed from your lungs. Leaving you to make incoherent whimpers and moans. His hand worked its way between your thighs rubbing at a brutal pace against your clit. His other hand held you steady as he slammed into your dripping cunt.

His name left your throat as a stutter breathy moan. “That’s it, good girl, cum on my cock just like you did on my fingers.” He groaned as you clenched around him. His aching member throbbing inside you. You clutched the sheets letting out an embarrassingly loud pornographic moan. You gushed so hard all over his cock it ran down both your thighs.

“You are making such a mess. You like it when I ruin you, darling , only like this for me.” He groaned low in his throat as he continued rubbing your clit. You buried your face in the mattress muffing your cries of pleasure. He was going to make you burn for him. Just as you neared your third orgasm he slowed leaving you to whine for that needed release.

He hushes you before he lifts you up as he sits against the head board with you in his lap.

“You know what to do Snowflake sit on your throne.” He says with a smirk. You slowly sank down on him, the feeling of being so incredibly full taking over all of your other senses. You moaned, actually whined , his name out as you pushed yourself down inch by inch. When he finally sat balls deep inside of you, a shiver ran up your spine. Crocodile grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, and you could still taste yourself on his tongue.

You started a slow pace, the overstimulation from your last orgasm affecting you. You were already on the edge again just from moving on his large cock.Tears stung your eyes as you cried from the intense pleasure. He bucked up into you, meeting each of your rapid movements with a harsh thrust of his hips.

He took your right nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while he fucked up into you.His fingers snaked around behind you, groping your ass.

You held onto his head, pushing your chest closer to his face. He let’s go of your ass and snakes his hand down rubbing your clit in time with the thrusts. Your thighs began to shake as you felt yourself nearing the edge again.

“Come on my Ice Queen cum for me again. I know you can. Are you gonna be my good girl and cum on my cock.”

You nod and cried out as a third orgasm hit you with no warning

Crocodile thrusted into you one more time as deep as he could possibly go, and he came harder than he had in his entire life. The adrenaline from earlier made for a very intense orgasm. The man groaned as he pumped you full of his thick cum. He kneaded your ass as you came down from your orgasmic high. He had a feeling you wouldn't be leaving this room for a while after the sex you two just had.

"Cro…," you mumbled tiredly, your body falling limp against his. "I love you." You said it so softly he almost missed it.He plants a kiss on your head.

“I know Snowflake I love you too.” He carefully moved you off of him and laid you on the bed before going to get a rag and to clean himself up. He comes back to find you fast asleep in the bed and chuckles quietly. He cleans you off as best as he can before he climbs in the bed with you.He lays on his side and moves your head to his arm that is laid out on the bed making sure his hook is away from you. His other arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you closer to his chest. He presses one last kiss to your head before falling asleep.