Smoker’s Cheshire~

Chapter 5: The 72nd Hunger Games

Cato Hadley x reader

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

Word count: 2,989

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Cato's pov

Cato sat at the long dining table in the Capitol apartment, a heavy silence in the air. Before him was a breakfast fit for a king: steaming eggs, crispy bacon, fresh bread with creamy butter, and exotic fruits he had never seen in District 2. He picked at his food, his appetite dulled by the weight of the morning. Across from him, Clove was eating mechanically, her expression blank, but her fingers were clenched tightly around her fork. Brutus and Enobaria sat at either end of the table, watching them with unreadable expressions.

“Eat up,” Brutus said finally, breaking the silence. “You’ll need the energy.”

Cato forced himself to eat, knowing he would regret it if he didn’t. The food tasted like nothing. All he could think about was what was to come. The blood, the fight, the survival.

After breakfast, they were escorted down to the launch area. The hallways of the Capitol building were eerily quiet, only the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. When they reached the transport bay, a sleek, white hovercraft was waiting. A Peacekeeper checked their identifications and motioned for them to board.

Inside, the hovercraft was cold and sterile. Cato took a seat, Clove beside him. Across from them sat the District 1 tributes, Lucian and Selene, both looking as focused as he felt. No one spoke.

A woman in a white uniform approached, holding a small silver device. Without a word, she grabbed Cato’s arm and injected the tracker just beneath his skin. He barely flinched, only watching as she moved to Clove next. The Capitol always wanted to know where their tributes were. Always watching, always in control.

The hovercraft continued its journey in silence. Cato tried to push all thoughts out of his mind, but a pair of piercing eyes haunted him. Y/N. Was she watching? What was she thinking? He shook the thought away. There was no room for distractions now.

After what felt like an eternity, the hovercraft landed. They were led through a series of underground hallways, eventually being split up into individual preparation rooms. The walls were stark white, the only thing in the room being a chair and a large glass tube in the center. His stylist appeared shortly after, giving him a quick once-over before nodding in approval. There was no need for any touch-ups; the Capitol had already ensured he was in peak condition.

“Good luck,” the stylist said simply before stepping out.

Cato stepped into the tube, heart pounding. The glass slid shut around him, and suddenly, he was rising. The platform beneath his feet hummed, and he gritted his teeth as light flooded his vision.

When the world came into focus, the first thing he noticed was the rain. Heavy, torrential rain. Water pounded against his skin, soaking through his clothes instantly.

Then he looked around.

The arena was vast, stretching as far as he could see. It was designed to resemble a ruined city, overgrown with thick vines and vegetation. Crumbling buildings stood at odd angles, some barely intact, others completely collapsed. The ground was slick with mud and water, the streets filled with deep puddles.

But in the center of it all, standing tall and imposing, was the Cornucopia.

His pulse quickened as he scanned the golden structure. Weapons. Food. Supplies. He could already see the glint of blades, the handles of swords sticking out like a beacon.

Perfect.

He glanced at the other tributes, all standing on their platforms, drenched and waiting. Clove was to his left, her eyes locked on the Cornucopia with the same hunger he felt. To his right was Lucian, jaw clenched, body tense. Across the clearing, the weaker tributes were already shifting on their platforms, nervous, uncertain.

The countdown began.

Sixty seconds.

His muscles coiled, ready. His mind went blank, focusing only on the strategy he had been trained for his entire life. Get to the Cornucopia. Get a weapon. Kill anyone in his way.

Thirty seconds.

The rain blurred his vision slightly, but he didn’t care. He had fought in worse conditions before.

Fifteen seconds.

The sound of blood rushing in his ears was the only thing he could hear now.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The horn sounded.

And Cato ran.

Y/N’s pov

The moment the countdown hit zero, Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. The screen in front of her flashed as the tributes launched into action. Cato was the fastest. He moved like a predator released from a cage, his powerful legs propelling him across the wet ground. Rain poured down in thick sheets, making the ruined city arena look even more unforgiving. But Cato was undeterred. He reached the Cornucopia first, his hands gripping the hilt of a massive sword the moment he got there.

Lucian from District 1 was next, just a step behind, followed closely by Clove and Selene. The four of them wasted no time. While the weaker tributes hesitated or ran, they armed themselves and began their ruthless work. The Careers had trained for this their entire lives, and now, the bloodbath began.

Y/N felt her stomach turn as Lucian swung a battle axe, embedding it deep into the chest of the male tribute from District 7. The boy barely had time to scream before crumpling to the ground, blood pooling beneath him, mixing with the rain and mud. Selene, the District 1 girl, had a spear in her hands, and with perfect aim, she hurled it at the female tribute from District 5. The spear struck true, piercing through her stomach. The girl gasped, a horrified look on her face before she collapsed, unmoving.

Clove moved like a shadow, her knives flashing as she attacked. The female tribute from District 9 tried to run past her, but Clove was too quick. One blade to the throat and the girl went down instantly. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She had known Clove was lethal, but seeing her best friend kill someone so effortlessly sent a wave of sickness through her.

But nothing compared to watching Cato.

He was a force of destruction. A hurricane of power and skill. The male tribute from District 3 had made the mistake of grabbing a weapon, thinking he could fight. Cato didn’t hesitate. He brought his sword down in a brutal, swift arc, slicing through the boy’s chest. Blood sprayed, mixing with the rain, and the tribute crumpled, lifeless.

More tributes tried to flee. The girl from District 4 sprinted away, but Lucian was faster. He tackled her to the ground, pinning her before slitting her throat with a dagger. Selene cut down the female tribute from District 11, her blade quick and merciless.

Y/N wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. Every time she tried, her gaze was drawn back to Cato. His sword swung again, and another body fell. The girl from District 9, a desperate look on her face, tried to make it to the treeline, but Clove threw a knife that struck her in the back. She hit the ground face-first, unmoving.

Y/N's hands clenched into fists in her lap. She had known this would happen. Had known what Cato and Clove were capable of. But seeing it—watching them kill so easily—made her chest tighten painfully. She had trained for this, had sparred with them both, but there was a difference between training and reality. Between friendly matches and life-or-death battles.

Her mother placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, but Y/N couldn’t react. She was frozen, watching the chaos unfold. The Cornucopia had become a graveyard, bodies scattered across the wet ground, rain washing away the fresh blood.

Only a handful of tributes had made it out alive. The tributes from 12, 10, 8, and 6 had all fled, along with a few others from different districts. They had chosen to run rather than fight, and for now, they had survived.

Cato stood at the center of it all, chest rising and falling steadily. He wiped the blood from his sword on the clothes of a fallen tribute before looking up, scanning the area. Even through the screen, Y/N could see it—the wild, dangerous glint in his eyes. This was what he had been made for. What he had trained for.

He had never looked more like a victor.

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. She should be proud. Cato was proving himself to be the strongest, just like she always knew he would. But all she felt was cold dread settling in her bones. Because the Games had only just begun.

And there was still so much more blood to be spilled.

Cato’s pov

The bloodbath was over, leaving only the strongest standing. Cato, Lucian, Clove, and Selene wasted no time. While the arena around them was soaked in blood and rain, they focused on what mattered—securing supplies. The Cornucopia was theirs. Weapons, food, medical kits, even survival gear. Everything they needed to dominate the arena.

Cato slung a heavy bag of supplies over his shoulder, scanning the area. “We should move before nightfall,” he said, his voice firm. “There’s a river nearby. We set up camp there.”

Lucian nodded in agreement, grabbing another backpack. “Good call. We’ll need water.”

They each took what they could carry. Clove stuffed extra knives into her belt, while Selene gathered rope and other essentials. When they had everything they needed, they left the Cornucopia behind, making their way toward the river. The rain had finally started to let up, leaving the ruined city damp and eerily quiet.

They reached the river within minutes. The water flowed steady and clear, reflecting the artificial sky above. The arena was a masterpiece of controlled destruction—half nature, half ruins.

Selene stretched, tossing her damp hair over her shoulder. “Not a bad spot,” she said, eyeing Cato with a smirk. “Guess we’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

Cato forced a smirk, leaning casually against a broken pillar. “Guess so,” he replied smoothly, meeting her gaze. He could see the interest in her eyes. She was playing the game, just like he was. And that was fine. If he had to play along to secure sponsors, so be it. But she meant nothing to him. Only one person did, and she was far away, watching this nightmare unfold.

Selene stepped closer, tilting her head. “I saw you at training,” she murmured, dragging a finger down his arm. “You were incredible.”

Cato chuckled, making sure the cameras saw. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

It was all an act. He played the role of the arrogant, charming Career, just like Brutus had told him. He flirted, smirked, made sure the Capitol saw someone they could adore—or fear. But in his mind, all he could think about was Y/N. Was she watching this? Did she believe any of it? He hated himself for even pretending.

Night fell quickly. The rain had made the temperature drop, and a cold breeze moved through the ruins. The four of them sat in a circle, eating the food they’d claimed.

Then, a flicker of light in the distance caught their attention.

“A fire,” Clove whispered, her eyes narrowing.

Cato tensed, gripping his sword. “Idiots.”

Lucian smirked. “Looks like we’ve got more work to do.”

They moved swiftly, silently, weaving through the broken buildings. The fire was small, barely noticeable, but in the darkness of the arena, it stood out like a beacon. As they got closer, the voices of the tributes became clearer. The three of them—the male tribute from District 12, the one from District 8, and the female from District 3—had gathered together, probably thinking there was safety in numbers.

Fools.

Cato moved first. He was fast, silent, and before the boy from District 8 even realized what was happening, Cato’s sword was buried deep in his side. The tribute gasped, blood bubbling at his lips as he fell.

The girl from District 3 screamed, scrambling to her feet. Clove was on her in an instant, a knife slashing across her throat. She collapsed, choking on her own blood.

The boy from District 12 tried to run. He made it two steps before Lucian tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath his knee. The tribute struggled, terror in his eyes.

“Please—” he started.

Lucian didn’t let him finish. He drove his knife straight into the boy’s chest, twisting it before pulling it out. The tribute went still.

Silence fell over the ruins once more, except for the crackling fire and the sound of the rain dripping from the broken buildings.

Selene sighed dramatically, wiping blood from her dagger. “Pathetic.”

Cato stared down at the bodies, gripping his sword tightly. This was the game. This was survival. But for the first time, as he wiped the blood from his blade, his mind wasn’t on victory.

It was on Y/N.

And whether she was still watching.

Y/N’s pov

The screen flickered, bathing Y/N’s dimly lit living room in a cold glow. She sat on the couch, rigid, hands clenched together so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Her parents were beside her, silent, but she could feel her mother’s worried gaze flickering toward her every few seconds.

Caesar Flickerman’s voice rang out, smooth and theatrical as always.

“And there we have it, ladies and gentlemen, the Careers staking their claim! What a thrilling first day in the arena!”

Beside him, his fellow commentator, Claudius Templesmith, nodded. “Absolutely, Caesar. The bloodbath was nothing short of a spectacle. Our tributes from District 1 and 2 played their part well. And look at Cato! The way he moved, the precision, the sheer power—he’s a real contender.”

Y/N wanted to scream.

She had seen it all. Every brutal second. Every fatal swing of Cato’s sword. Every scream of the dying tributes. And worst of all, she had seen the way Selene touched him. The way he smirked at her. The way he played along.

Claudius chuckled. “And let’s not forget Selene from District 1! She certainly seems to have taken a liking to Cato. That little exchange by the river—well, I wouldn’t be surprised if we have some romance this year!”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“Cato’s got charm, strength, and let’s face it, the looks,” Caesar added with a knowing grin.

Her chest tightened as she recalled his interview. The way he had looked directly into the camera, the way his eyes softened for just a second before he uttered that awful, crushing word:

“No.”

No one waiting for him back home. No one who mattered.

And now he was flirting with Selene like it meant nothing. Like she meant nothing.

Her breathing grew uneven. She wanted to tell herself she was being irrational, that it was just a tactic, that this didn’t change anything. But the image of Selene leaning into him, the way he didn’t push her away—it played over and over again in her mind.

“Y/N,” her mother whispered gently, placing a hand on her arm.

She flinched. “I’m fine.”

But she wasn’t fine. She wasn’t fine at all.

On screen, the scene shifted to nightfall in the arena. The rain had finally stopped, and the Careers were gathered around a fire, eating, laughing. Y/N’s gut twisted as she watched Cato sitting next to Selene. He wasn’t smiling, not really, but there was something practiced in the way he spoke to her, in the way he let her brush her fingers along his arm.

She felt sick.

“Look at them, completely at ease,” Claudius remarked. “And they should be. They dominated the Cornucopia. They have the supplies, the weapons, and let’s not forget—Cato was the first to reach the Cornucopia, making a clear statement to the other tributes.”

“He’s ruthless,” Caesar agreed, shaking his head with admiration. “The way he took down the District 8 tribute—brutal. Efficient.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to block it all out, but the sounds wouldn’t stop. The clash of metal, the cries of pain, the sickening finality of death. And worst of all, Cato’s cold, calculated movements. This wasn’t the boy she had grown up with. This wasn’t the boy she loved.

Or maybe it was. Maybe this was always part of him, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

The thought made her stomach turn.

And then the scene changed again. A flicker of light in the darkness—a fire.

“Oh, this is a mistake,” Caesar commented. “A huge mistake.”

The Careers moved through the ruins like predators hunting prey. Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched Cato lead the charge, his steps sure and silent. The tributes by the fire never even had a chance.

The boy from District 8—dead in an instant, Cato’s sword cutting him down before he could react. The girl from District 3—Clove’s knife at her throat, gone in seconds. And the boy from 12—he begged. He tried to run. But Lucian ended it just as quickly.

The camera zoomed in on Cato’s face. His expression was unreadable, but his grip on his sword was tight. Y/N knew that grip. She had seen it a thousand times when they sparred together. When he was angry. When he was struggling with something he wouldn’t say out loud.

But it didn’t matter. Not now. Not when his hands were coated in blood and the arena had claimed him completely.

She stood abruptly.

“Y/N?” her mother asked, worried.

“I need some air.”

She didn’t wait for a response before stepping outside, letting the cold night air hit her.

Cato was alive.

But she didn’t know if she wanted to keep watching.

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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

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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.

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

🎶 they don’t love you like i love you … 🎶

Little Flower~

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🃜 pairing : Felix × Female! Cajun Reader

🃜 fandom: twilight × reader

🃜 summary: Reader is a vampire who spent their immortal life hidden in the Bayou’s of Louisiana,but that all changes when a pixie like vampire drags her to Italy (no use of y/n)

🃜 Word Count: 3.1k

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𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

When Alice Cullen came to you for a favor you would’ve declined if you knew it would land you in the throne room of the Volturi. You had stayed under the radar for almost a hundred years. Before you were turned you lived in the upper class of New Orleans in the early 1900 hundreds. Your life was ordinary, your family was well off so you never went without. However that had changed one night when you were strolling through the French Quarter. A rogue vampire had moved into the New Orleans area, and you had become their next victim. As they were feeding from you, there were interrupted by a gaggle of drunk men stumbling into the alley. They had vanished just as quickly as they appeared. A crowd gathered around you as medics were called to the scene. You were put on a stretcher and quickly brought to the nearest hospital, where you succumbed to your injuries. Well that’s how it appeared to the humans,but to the supernatural you were changing. Since the vampire left so abruptly their venom moved through your blood stream. This caused your heart to stop and for you to appear dead. Your parents held a beautiful funeral for you and you were buried with the rest of your family in one of the beautiful cemeteries of New Orleans. Three days after your ‘death’ you awoke in your tomb covered in a beautiful pale blue dress that your mother chose for you. A burning sensation in the back of your throat brought you back to reality and you easily broke out of the tomb. And you descended on the first human that came into sight. Once you were done feeding you pulled back in shock as you realized what you had done and what you had become. You quickly fled the city and ended up deep in the Louisana Bayou.

And thats where you stayed for almost hundred years, you fed on the animals, and learned that you had the power to control nature. You could make vines appear out of nowhere along with flowers, trees or any other type of plant. You quickly became a legend along with the Honey Island Swamp monster. Humans spoke of a creature that appeared human with golden eyes, (h/c) (h/l) hair, and pale (s/c) that shimmered when the sunlight hit it. After hearing this you moved deeper into the bayou.Staying in the Bayou helped you stay under the Volturi’s radar as the legend slowly became forgotten. So when Alice drug you to Italy with her and Edwards little human you were quite surprised when you ended up in the same room as the Volturi Kings and their guards.

When you got to Volterra and found Edward. You were led there by Jane, who you know as half of the Witch Twins. Your little group had been flanked by two more members of the guard. One was a short blonde haired man who looked like he was carved out of stone, and when you had made eye contact with all he did was send you a wink. He must have been Demetri, the Casanova of the Volturi. And the other member was a mountain of a man he easily towered over you and the rest of your group. He had dark brown hair and a chiseled face. When you had looked at him it had left you feeling confused. You felt this unexplained pull to him,and at that moment the world felt like it was just the two of you. He had to be Felix the executioner of the Volturi. Even though you stayed in the Bayou you still knew of the Volturi and their power. A few months after you had been changed, another vampire stumbled upon you in the bayou. They had stuck around for a few weeks and thats how you learned of the Volturi.

Jane led you, Alice, Edward and Bella to the elevator. Felix slid the black gate away from the doors before him and Demetri stepped in first.

“Go on” Jane says. And you were the next one to enter the elevator quickly followed by Bella, Edward, Alice and finally Jane. You stood in front of the giant executioner but kept your gaze straight ahead after feeling his gaze on you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Edward and Alice sharing looks occasionally glancing at you. You didn’t know what they were doing but you had a feeling it wasn’t anything good for you. And very shortly your feeling would be proven true.

Your group stops in front of two huge brown doors that Jane yanks open with ease. Your group is ushered into a domed shaped room with small windows high up near the curve of the roof and being the only source of sunlight. Pillars decorated the outline of the room. Up on a small platform of three steps were three men situated on three thrones. The floor was marble and everything in the room resembled the same cinnamon colour of the city, only slightly paler.

“Sister they send you out to get one but you bring back three…and half.Such a clever girl.” A voice came from a black haired male who took a few steps forward towards the Jane. He was Alec the other half of the famous Witch Twins, his power just as terrifying as Jane’s.

"What a happy surprise!" A man with black hair who stood from his throne in the middle smiled. "Bella is alive after all! I love happy endings, but they are so rare."

You looked around the room. Vampires dressed in assortments of grey's and blacks were at various sides of the room. Almost like a clock formation. The man with black hair walked straight towards Edward and took his hand in his. And thats when you realized that this was Aro, the king who could read every thought that passed through someones mind.

"They are so rare. Her blood appeals to you so much.. makes me thirsty." Aro said as he stared off momentarily distantly and muttered some Italian.

"How can you stand to be so close to her?" He then asked Edward.

"It's not without difficulty." Edward muttered.

"Yes, I can see that." Aro chuckled.

"Aro can read every thought I ever had with one touch." Edward said to Bella.

"And now you know everything." He then directs to Aro claiming his hand back.

"So get on with it." He then demands. A sinister smile that sent a shiver down your spine appeared on Aro's face.

"You are quite the soul reader yourself.

Though you cannot read Bella's thoughts.

Fascinating." He says, lowly before taking a step back. He glanced upon Bella who was sandwiched between Edward and Alice.

"I would love to see, if you are an exception to my gifts as well." Aro said with a tender smile, though it offered anything but tenderness, that resulted in Bella cuddling closer to Edward.

"Would you do me the honour?" Aro then requested, holding his hand out.

Hesitantly glancing between his eyes and hand Bella slowly stepped forwards and placed her thin warm hands in Aro's own bigger and colder ones. Once he has a hold of her hand Aro pulls her forwards slightly, eagerly glancing at it as he tries to see into her mind. Everyone else in the room, even yourself, were intrigued to hear the results. Shock riddles over the man's face as he looked up, uttering.

"Interesting." A clear enough indication to all of the curious minds that even his gifts couldn't penetrate her mind.

"I see nothing."

He took a careful step back, turning to face his co-leaders as Bella rejoined Edwards side.

He paced back towards the steps which led to the thrones before his voice chimes out once more.

"I wonder... Let us see if she is immune to all our power. Shall we, Jane." He sent a sinister smirk towards Jane.

You were getting ready to pull Bella back when Jane looked her way, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you. The touch sent a weird tingly feeling through your body. You looked behind you to see the owner of the hand. It was Felix who shook his head no, and then Edward is rushing forward.

"No."

"Pain." Jane muttered. At her words Edward suddenly stopped rushing forwards and instead started to convulse in an intense pain that didn't even allow him to scream out. His feet slowly lifted off the ground as his back arched. After a mere second under her pain, he collapsed to the floor.

"Stop! Please stop!" Bella begged, going to rush forwards but was stopped by Alec. Meanwhile Alice rushed towards Edward going by unstopped. Alice collapsed by him, her hands shakily hovering over his pain ridden body.

“Let us proceed Jane.” Jane’s attention moved from Edward was on the ground towards Bella who put on a brave front. After a few moments nothing happened and Bella stayed standing.

A cackling laugh and a hand clap breaks the eerie silence as we all looked at an amused Aro. "Remarkable. She confounds us all. So, what do we do with you now?" He questions thoughtfully.

"You already know what you are going to do.

Aro." The uninterested voice of the third man in the far rights chair spoke up. His face remained devoid of emotions, his hair, skin and eye the same as Aro's yet you could tell they were not related by blood. Marcus.

"She knows too much. She’s a liability ."

The blonde man’s voice chimes in from the right of Aro,Caius.

"Hmm, that's true... Felix." Aro says, his voice suddenly laced with pity. Upon the call of his name your shoulder is released . Alec spun Bella around to face Felix, who was now stalking towards her. As he neared her Edward flips her over his shoulder and he launches himself at Felix. The two are a whirlwind of flying limbs each of them holding their own against the other. You take a few step backs to avoid the fight when it nears you. There is a moment where Edward is able to push Felix away. In less than a second Edward is holding you in a headlock his arm pressing against your neck tightly.

“Move an inch closer and I’ll take her head off.”

Anger hot and red suddenly burns through Felix as he fixes a furious glare on Edward. A growl escapes his throat as he sees Edward tighten his grip. Your hands fly to the arm that Edward has on your throat and you claw at the arm trying to yank it off. You look at Alice for help but she just looks away. Edward tightens his grip more causing small cracks to form on your neck as he snarls at Felix.The ground beneath your feet begins to crack as spiked vines begin to shoot out the floor. They wrap around Edward tightly as more vines begin to shoot out of the floor. As the vines restrain Edward Felix yanks you out of Edwards arms and shoves you at Demetri who easily catches you. Felix grabs Edward by his shoulders before slamming down on the marble floor. A smirk forming on his face when a crack resonates through the throne room.

He pulls Edward back up before laying into him. And before long Felix’s hands are on either side of Edward’s face ready to decapitate him at Aro’s order.

“Kill me not him. Kill me.” Bella cries out as she moves forward. Aro holds up his hand to stop Felix, and he yanks Edward up keeping one hand on his throat.

“How extraordinary. You would give up your life for someone like us. A vampire. A soulless monster.” Aro comments as he steps closer to Bella.

“Just stay away from her.” Edward hisses which cause Felix to tighten his grip with a snarl. Looking in the direction of where you stood with Demetri catching sight of the crack along your neck. And his grip tightens more giving Edward matching cracks along his neck.

“You don’t know a thing about his soul.” Bella says with a wave of confidence to Aro through gritted teeth.

Aro then muttered some more Italian before saying to Edward. “This is a sadness. If only it was your intention to give her immortality”

Suddenly the room room is filled with an ominous atmosphere settled among them as Aro stalks towards Bella. Right before he could strike Alice called out.

“Wait Bella will be one of us. I’ve seen it. I’ll change her myself.” Alice approached Aro and placed her hand in his outstretched one. The second he takes her hand he’s drawn into a vision.

"Mesmerising. To see what you have seen.

Before it happened..." Aro says to Alice before approaching Bella and mutters about how excited he is to see what her newborn abilities will reveal.

"Go now. Make your preparations." Aro says signalling Felix to let Edward go. You move from Demetri’s side and go towards where the two Cullens stood.

“Aro.” The voice of Marcus rings out. Aro turns to his brother and races over to grab the outstretched hand.

“Except for our other vampire friend. They will be staying here.” His words stop you in your tracks and you turn towards them.

“Pardon me sir but why can’t I leave with da rest. I don’t believe I broke any laws other than being here.” You finally speak, your thick cajun accent filling the room.

“Because my dear you are the mate of our dear Felix.” Aro says as he gestures towards the executioner. And with those words everything begins to dawn on you. Alice begging you to come, her looks with Edward in the elevator, and Edward threatening to take your head off. You whirl around to where the two Cullens stood with Bella.

“Ya knew. Dat’s why ya brought me. Ya knew what wa’ gonna happen.” You snarl out in anger.

“Dat’s also why you tried to kill me. I’m the sacrifice. Ya’ll were gonna use me to save ya human pet because I’m da mate of one the guards.” As your anger begins to rise vines begin to creep up the pillars of the room.

“It was a back up plan-“ Edward begins but you let out a snarl and launch yourself at him. Before you make contact with Edward an arm is wrapped around your middle,and yanked backwards. You feel your back hit a hard body before a voice is heard.

“Calma il mio piccolo fiore.”

"Let's be done with this. Heidi will arrive any moment. Thank you for your visit." The apathetic voice of Marcus rings out.

"You'll return the favour and I'd advise you'd get it done quick. The Volturi don't offer second chances." Caius says watching as the three of them begin to follow Demetri out. And you’re kept against Felix’s chest as your anger slowly disappears along with the vines.

“My ‘polgies didn’t mean to lose control like dat.” You say as the vines completely disappear. Aro then suddenly appears before you as Felix keeps his hold on you.

“Would you do me the honor my dear.” He says as he holds his hand out and you put yours in his. Your entire life and thoughts flash through your mind as Aro looks at them.

“No need to apologize my dear I can see why you reacted the way you did. You stayed alone and isolated for so long. The only contact you had was when Carlisle passed through your home. And then Alice came to you for help only for them to betray you. And your gift will be a wonderful addition to us my dear.”

And those words sealed your fate. You were given a place among the Volturi and properly trained. You’ve been at the castle for a few months now, and your bond with Felix grew. Along with the growing friendship with Demetri and surprisingly the twins. The two looked up to you like an older sibling, so when the four were sent on a mission to Seattle you were lonely. You spent most of your free time in the garden, this is where you grew close with Marcus. He liked to take strolls through the gardens to see the flowers that his wife had once planted. Before you arrived the flowers withered away not long after they bloomed, and the garden would grow dull. The gardens had became your favorite place in the castle,and with your gift the gardens were restored to their former glory. The flowers that Didyme had planted flourishing once more, and Marcus was eternally grateful to you. The older vampire quickly became a father figure to you,so when he had the time he would keep you company within the gardens. Sometimes taking strolls with you or just reading a book.

Today was one of the days where you were completely alone in the gardens. The Elite Guard were expected to return that day so you decided to kill some time in the garden until Felix had returned. Your hands were planted in the grass as a new flower bush was growing in front of you, beautiful white roses beginning to bloom. A smile was on your face as the garden around you flourished, and it was a beautiful sight to Felix.

He had finally made it back from America,and you were the first thing on his mind. Of course he had to stop with the rest and give the kings their report. The Cullens had stopped the newborns, and Bella was still human. That information displeased Caius, but they were dismissed before Caius could explode in anger. Once he was dismissed he made a beeline to the gardens already knowing thats where you’d be. And a smile worked its way onto the executioner’s face at the sight of you.

“il mio piccolo fiore” He says as he steps into the gardens. At the sound of his voice your head snaps up and your smile grows.

“Mon Amour.” You say as you run into his open arms. You both let out a laugh as he lifts you and spins. You may have been angry at Alice in the beginning for lying to you. In that moment you were nothing but happy, going from a lonely vampire in the bayou to being cherished for eternity.

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.

i had max & yuki duo for a week, but if anything happens to them i will fight.