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The Ocean’s Gift

🃜 pairing : Demetri × Fem Selkie! Reader

🃜 fandom: Demetri x Reader, Twilight

🃜 Summary: The Volturi are in Washington to investigate the Cullens “Immortal Child”. While they’re there, two humans stumble upon the scene after kidnapping a selkie.

🃜 Word Count:3.1k

🃜 Warnings:cursing,injured reader, fighting, blood, attempted kidnapping, violence

🃜 Requests: Open

In the state of Washington under a near constant cover of clouds and rain. There’s a small town called Forks, a town where the supernatural and normal coexist. It was the start of winter the first snowfall starting to stick to the ground.

In a snowy clearing two groups of vampires are seen. On one side with the wolves were the Cullens and on the other side dressed in black cloaks were the Volturi.

"Aro, let us discuss things as we used to do.In a civilized manner." Carlisle stepped forward and spoke surely and clearly.

"Fair words, Carlisle." Aro said. "But a little out of place, given the battalion you've assembled against us."

"I can promise you, that was never my intent." Carlisle said. Everyone watched Aro peek around him at Renesmee. Bella glared at him and held her closely.

"No laws have been broken."

"We see the child." Caius stated firmly. "Do not treat us as fools."

"She is not an immortal!" Carlisle shouted.

"These witnesses can attest to that. Or you can look." He gestured back to Renesmee with his hand. "See the flush of human blood in her cheeks."

"Artifice!" Caius shouted back.

"I will collect every facet of the truth." Aro held up a hand to silence them. "But from someone more central to the story. Edward, as the child clings to your newborn mate, I assume you are involved." He held out a hand and walked a few steps forward.

Edward gave Bella a look and then walked forward towards the Volturi member's. Aro took Edwards's hand in his own, cupping it, reading his mind. Aro's face went through a series of emotions, before he dropped his hand and looked over at Renesmee and Bella again.

"I'd like to meet her." He said intrigued.

Edward hesitantly turned around and gave them a look, telling them to come forward. Bella grabbed Renesmee’s hand and began walking forward with Jacob by their side. After a few steps she stops and turns back to where Emmett stood with Rosalie. Without a word being said he starts walking with them to where Aro stood with Edward.

"Ah." Aro said as we all arrived. The smile on his face was big. "Young Bella." He elongated her name.

"Immortality becomes you." Aro listened to the sound of Renesmee’s beating heart, and laughed his high pitched sound.

"I hear her strange heart."

Renesmee looked up at Bella and she nodded. reassuring her it was okay. Aro bent down slightly looking at her. Renesmee slowly walked away from Bella toward's him ready to show him everything, just as she'd done so many times before. Jacob let out a low growl,

Edward and Bella tensed standing together.Emmett stood ready to stop anyone in who had any idea's on harming her.Aro's hand, went out toward's Renesmee, but she stayed serious and looked up at him ignoring his hand.

"Hello, Aro." Her sweet voice came out soft and serious.

Renesmee slowly moved her hand toward's Aro's face, confusing him for a moment, until she touched his cheek. His face showed complete amusement.

"Magnifico." Aro said softly. His face once full of wonder and curiosity, turned sullen and he backed away from her. Bella quickly stepped forward and pulled Renesmee back toward's her.

"Half mortal, half immortal. Conceived and carried by this newborn, while she was still human." He gestured back to me, speaking every word slowly.

"Impossible!" Caius scoffed. Jacob began snarling as Aro whipped his head around toward him. Edward, quickly ushering them all back toward's the family behind them.

"Do you think they fooled me, brother?"

Jacob snarled once before walking back with them. Which the Volturi found amusing. Caius never stopped gazing at Aro and called out behind him.

"Bring the informer forward." The guard brought Irina forward and everyone moved closer with them. She gave a sorrowful glance to her sister's.

"Is that the child you saw?" Caius asked, pointing a finger at them as they reached the rest of them family.

Irina looked at the small family before looking at the ground.

"I-I'm not sure."

"Jane." Caius called out to her, for her to use her gift's.

"She's changed." Irina said quickly. "This child is bigger." Her voice filled with emotion.

"Then your allegation's were false." Caius stated.

"The Cullen's are innocent. I take full responsibility for my mistake." Irina looked over to her sister's, Tanya and Kate, mouthing to them that she was sorry.

One of the guard member's, lit up a flame.

Everyone stood still watching as the following event's unfolded before them.

"Caius, no!" Edward shouted, realizing whatever it was before them all.

Felix, stepped forward and swiftly, took Irina's head from her body. Caius grabbing the flame and bringing it down on her body.

"Irina!" Tanya and Kate screamed for their sister. The two blonde's ran forward screaming in agony at them.

Many member's of the group attempted to grab them. Bella grabbed Renesmee and placed her on Jacob's back, putting the backpack she packed on her. Emmett dashed after Tanya and Eleazar tried to get Kate, only to be zapped away. Garrett came up behind her and wrapped his arm's around her tightly. She was shocking him with everything she had.

"Blind them." Emmett said to Zafrina.

Both Kate and Tanya immediately stopped struggling as hard, given that they couldn't see.

"Give me my sight back." Tanya shook with anger.

"Tanya, this is what they want. If you attack now, we'll die" Edward walked over and spoke softly to her.

The clearing stayed tense between the groups,and Carlisle took a few steps forward looking at Aro.

"Aro, you see there's no law broken here."Carlisle stated, ready to have everyone go home.

"Agreed." Aro gave a slight smile. He licked his lips and tilted his head.

"But does it then follow that there is no danger?" He took a few steps forward. "For the first time in our history, humans pose a threat to our kind.Their modern technology has given birth to weapons that could destroy us." He looked back to the Cullen’s curiously.

"Maintaining our secret has never been more imperative." His words as he nodded caused most of the guard members to smirk, making everyone all frown. "In such perilous times, only the known is safe.Only the known is tolerable, and we know nothing of what this child will become. Can we live with such uncertainty? Spare ourselves a fight today, only to die tomorrow."

Edward perks up after a second looking to the woods next to them, gaining everyone’s attention. Out from the forest walked Alice and Jasper, side by side.

"Alice." Edward said quietly.

"Alice." Aro gasped in excitement.

Alice walked by giving Bella a knowing look,but they didn't stop to stand with the covens. They walked straight over to the Volturi side. Met quickly by Demetri, stopping them from going any further.

"My dear, dear Alice, we're so glad to see you here, after all." Aro said happily.

"I have evidence that the child won't be a risk to our kind." Alice stated, trying to push through the guard members holding her back.

"Let me show you." She held out her hand as she spoke kindly.

"Brother." Caius said unsure. Aro motioned for her to be let through. Alice pushed away the guard members and walked over toward's Aro. Demetri slapped Jasper face as he tried to fight to go with her. Aro grapped Alice's hand quickly, being pulled into whatever her vision was, and he looked almost frightened. Everyone stood in their places, untouched as Aro slowly removed his hand from Alice's.

A terrified look crossed his face as he glanced around at all the people before him. Edward smirked, knowing Aro was terrified of Bella.

"Now you know." Alice growled. "That's your future. Unless you decide on another course."

"We cannot alter our course. The child still poses a grave threat." Caius stepped forward talking lowly to Aro.

"But what if you were sure she could remained concealed from the human world?" Edward called out to them. "Could we live in peace?"

"Of course. But that cannot be known." Caius called back to him with a scowl.

"Actually it can." Edward said softly with a smile. Alice walked away from Aro smiling. Two figures emerged from the forest, which Alice and Jasper had come from. It was a younger man and woman. They walked all the way up to Alice and stood by her.

"I've been searching for witnesses of my own among the Ticuna tribes of Brazil. " Alice spoke softly.

"We have enough witnesses." Caius spat.

"Let him speak, brother.” Aro hushed him.

"I am half human, half vampire. Like the child."

The man named Nahuel said.

"A vampire seduced my mother, who died giving birth to me. My aunt, Huilen, raised me as her own. I made her immortal."

"How old are you?" Bella stepped forward calling out curiously.

"150 years." He looked back at Bella and smiled.

"At what age did you reach maturity?" Aro asked.

"I became full-grown seven year's after my birth. I have not changed since then." Nahuel replied Bella looked back up at Renesmee , reaching out and holding her hand. She smiled down at Bella, still on Jacob's back.

"And your diet?"

"Blood, human food. I can survive on either."

"These children are much like us." Marcus said amazed.

"Regardless, the Cullen's have been consorting with werewolves, our natural enemies." Caius stated. Aro turned and placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head.

Knowing what he had seen in Alice's vision, was not a chance Aro was willing to take.

Though, he had much more knowledge than before.

"Dear ones, there is no danger here. We will not fight, today." Aro said looking at the Volturi group. The Cullens and their witnesses all relax slightly as the Volturi stand down. As the Volturi turn to leave the whole clearing is stopped as they hear a loud rumbling noise followed by a warbling sound.

“QUICK GO FASTER. WE CAN GET SO MUCH MONEY FOR THIS ONE!” Everyone in the clearing turn their heads to one side of the clearing. They all see the undergrowth shake before two humans come running out with something dangling over one of the shoulders. The other human had what looked like a seal skin in his hand as he runs. And what did the humans have in their possession? You. They caught you off guard while you were on the beach with your twin brother.

“Why are there humans this far out?”

“No one ever comes out this far.” All of the vampires tense up as they smell the blood pouring from one of the humans arms. Another loud warble is heard as the humans start to run faster.

“Shut up you stupid bitch.” One of the humans say as they look behind them. They both pale as they hear the loud rumbling get closer, and turn their heads to go faster. The duo stumble slightly as they notice the two groups standing in the clearing.

Carlisle steps forward as the duo stops in between the two groups.

“Are you okay? Do you need help.” He asks as he takes another step. Across the clearing Caius lets out a scoff.

“Why bother helping the humans they have to die now.”

“Shit shit we don’t have time for this.” One of the humans say as you begin to thrash against his hold.

“The drugs are wearing off.” As the two humans start to plot how to get away a breeze blows through the clearing and Demetri is hit with a powerful scent that almost brings him to his knees. As the Cullen’s see you start to thrash in the humans hold on you they take a step forward getting ready to help.

“AH SHIT SHE BIT ME!” The human holding you cried out. He threw you on the ground to grab his side that was now bleeding. As you land on the ground everyone in clearing can finally see you clearly. You had beautiful silver hair, pitch black eyes that were framed by white lashes, your skin was a beautiful light/dark grey, and when you opened your mouth it revealed razor sharp teeth covered in human blood.

“A selkie.”

“What’s a selkie doing here.” A ripple of confusion and awe goes through the clearing. A sharp kick is delivered to your side, a loud yelp leaving your bloodstained mouth. A boot is pressed against your chest pinning you to the ground as the human seethes in anger.

“You’re gonna regret that. I’ll make sure you’re sold to highest bidder and that your life is miserable.”

As this is all happening Demetri takes a step forward before he’s stopped by Felix.

“What are you doing Demetri.” And to Felix’s shock Demetri shoves him off.

“Let me go they’re harming what’s mine. She’s my mate.” Demetri snarls as he stalks forward, but he’s stopped by Aro, who’s looking at Marcus for confirmation. Marcus slowly nods confirming that you and Demetri are indeed mates. Aro looks back at Demetri and nods giving him permission. Before Demetri can move a laugh leaves your bloodstained mouth.

“You’re gonna regret this.” You say as a loud rumble fills the clearing, and your twin brother bursts through the underbrush.

“GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER.” He roared as the two humans froze. One of your clawed hands comes up and wraps around the ankle of the human pinning you to the ground slowly digging your claws into his flesh. The human let’s out a scream before pulling his foot back. Your brother uses this opportunity and takes him down as you push yourself up off the ground. Screams fills the clearing as your brother tears into the human, blood staining the once pure white snow. Carlisle moves from where the Cullen’s stood and he carefully kneels beside you.

“Don’t move too much. I’m a doctor I can help.” He says as he carefully helps you. With all of you distracted the human that held your pelt takes off.

“My pelt!” You cried out as the human got further away.

“Help your mate Demetri.” Marcus rasps and Demetri sped across the clearing landing in front of the human. His hand shoots out and wraps around the humans throat,lifting him off the ground.

“I believe you have something that belongs to my mate,and I suggest you give it to me. I’d rather not get blood on it.” Demetri says as the human struggles in his hold. The human throws your pelt at Demetri thinking that he will let go, but Demetri carefully catches it before snapping the humans neck. He drops the body letting one of the other guards take it as he walks towards where Carlisle was treating your wounds.

As he starts to get closer your brother moves between him and where you sat with his teeth bared rumbling low in his throat. He had the same silver hair as you flowing down his back, his eyes were the same pitch black, and his skin was a dark grey. He was also tall,almost as tall as Demetri himself.

“Why do you have my sister’s pelt vampire.” He snarls his claws flexing. Demetri holds his hands up in surrender.

“I just want to give it back to her I got it back from the human” He says calmly as your brother eyes him suspiciously before slowly moving out of the way. Demetri moves towards where you’re still sat on the ground. Your brother turns his head to check for any other threats,but stops when he makes eye contact with a mountain of a man. Now your brother was tall but this man towered over him. He had dark brown hair and a chiseled face. When your brother looked at him he felt this unexplained pull to him,and at that moment the world felt like it was just the two of them.

“From what I could smell from your blood. The two of them has managed to drug you which made all of your senses dull. This also caused you to become sluggish giving them the opportunity to take you.” Carlisle explains as he finishes up with a bandage. You listen to the vampire as he wraps your wound before you’re hit with an intoxicating scent. You lift your head inhaling the scent trying to pin point the source when you spot him. He was a blonde haired man who looked like he was carved out of stone. And in his hands was your pelt.

When he gets closer to you his attention moves to the vampire next to you.

“I can handle it from here Carlisle.” Demetri tells him dismissively. Carlisle nods and goes back to his family. The Cullen’s and their witnesses finally depart the clearing as the Volturi stay, waiting for Demetri.

Demetri kneels down in front of you with your pelt.

“Hello Tesoro I believe this belongs to you.” He says softly before carefully draping it over your back. As you sit on the ground all you can do is stare at the vampire with wide, stunned eyes.

“I’m Demetri what’s your name little seal.”

You shyly say your name as you start to get flustered from how close he is as his scent invades your senses. He smiles and holds his hand out for you to grab. You reach your hand out and put it in his. When your hand makes contact with his it feels like everything clicks into place. Like everything in the universe finally made sense. He pulls you up from the snow, and starts to gently dust the snow off of you.

“Demetri. Felix. Bring your mates along we must return back to Volterra.” Marcus rasps as the guard begins to speed away into the forest.

Demetri nods and unwraps his cloak from around his shoulders. Wrapping it around you he clips it back together.

“You’re going to want to hold on tight cara mia.” He says before sweeping you off your feet a surprised trill leaving your mouth. You look over Demetri’s shoulder and see another vampire throwing your brother over his shoulder. A smile stretches across your face already knowing how difficult your brother is.

“Your friend is gonna have his hands full with my brother.” You say as Demetri begins walking.

“Well then we’ll have some entertainment at the castle.” He says before holding you tighter against his chest as the world begins to blur around you.

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Chapter 7: Cato's Return

Cato Hadley x reader

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

Word count: 1,628

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Cato stepped out of the car and into the quiet stillness of the Victory Village.

It was early morning, the sun just starting to spill golden light over the rooftops of District 2. Birds chirped lazily in the pines lining the pristine cobbled paths. Everything here was perfect—too perfect. The Capitol’s idea of a reward was opulence drenched in silence. Luxury soaked in isolation.

The manor they gave him was enormous.

Larger than his family’s already-impressive home. Two floors taller. Twice the square footage. Marble stairs that gleamed like glass. A dining room that could seat thirty. A stone hearth in nearly every room. The kitchen looked like something out of a dream. Staff quarters—staff, for him. A training room. A private study. A library. A soaking tub that could easily fitting two persons. Polished floors, velvet curtains, a master suite with a four-poster bed too big for even two people.

It wasn’t a house. It was a cage padded in silk.

Cato didn’t speak as he walked through it. The only sound came from the clicking of his boots on tile. His mother and father trailed behind him. His mother touched everything like she didn’t believe it was real. His father said nothing at all, just observed it with a sharp, almost cold stare.

Brutus met him there, waiting in the front lounge like he’d always owned the place.

“Well,” Brutus said, looking around. “Fitting for a Victor.”

Cato didn’t respond.

“You have half an hour. Then we go to the Grand Square. The whole town will be there. And cameras.” His voice lowered as he stepped close. “And remember—keep the mask on. You’re not the boy who fought in the arena. You’re what the Capitol made. Never forget that.”

Cato’s jaw tensed, but he nodded.

Half an hour later, he was in another car, the manor shrinking behind him as the vehicle rolled toward the Square. People were already gathering in droves, the entire place decked in banners of crimson and black, the Victor’s colors. His colors. The Capitol anthem played loud over the speakers. Children waved flags. His name echoed in the air, loud and chanting. Flowers were thrown.

He stood on the stage, lights blinding, watching his district cheer for him like he hadn’t just murdered twenty-three teenagers. Like they didn’t care Clove had died. Like the blood meant nothing because it had bought them glory.

He smiled the way Brutus told him to.

He waved.

He gave a short, fierce speech written by someone else.

And then he left.

That night, the celebration carried on without him. Music drifted into the hills from the town square, the smell of roasted meat and smoke hanging in the air. He sat on the edge of his bed, the window cracked just slightly.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

The silence.

The way they all looked at him.

The emptiness of the house.

The mask was suffocating him, and there was only one person in the world who might make it bearable.

He changed into a dark hoodie and pants, pulled the hood low, and crept down the back hall of the manor. Past the prep room. Past the study. He unlocked the window with the quiet precision that burned into him and slipped outside, boots hitting the ground with a soft thud.

No one saw him.

At least, he hoped not.

The streets were mostly empty. Celebrations still raged in the center of town. He kept to the shadows, taking the long way around the main square, cutting through back gardens and alleys until he reached the neighborhood he knew like his own pulse.

Her house.

The lights were off in the front room, but there was a faint glow upstairs.

Cato stood there for a long time, under the shadow of the trees. His heart was thundering.

Did she watch the interview?

Did she see the truth?

Or did she hate him now?

Did she think he had become the monster he pretended to be?

He didn’t know if she would open the door. He didn’t know what he would even say if she did.

But he stepped forward anyway. He needed her to see the boy beneath the victor. Even if it was just once.

The night air was cool and damp against Cato’s skin as he stood beneath Y/N’s window, the soft yellow light glowing behind the curtain like a beacon.

It was the only warmth he’d felt in days.

He hesitated just a moment, his fingers flexing at his sides, then grabbed the edge of the trellis running along the side of her house. It wasn’t made for climbing, but he scaled it like he’d been born for it. He didn’t slip once.

His boots landed on the narrow ledge outside her window.

He raised a fist, hovered it over the glass for a moment that felt like forever… and knocked.

The curtain shifted.

And then there she was.

Her eyes wide. Lips parted in shock. Her expression unreadable.

For a second, neither of them moved.

Then she unlatched the window.

“Cato…” she breathed, her voice barely audible as she stepped aside and let him climb in.

His boots touched her carpet, and for a moment, he didn’t move. His chest rose and fell like he’d just finished a marathon. The hood still shadowed his face. He was dripping with the weight of everything he had carried since the Arena. Since the night he mourned Clove. Since the moment he raised the sword that made him a killer and a hero.

He looked up at her.

And cracked.

His shoulders shook first. Then a low sound escaped him—broken, raw. Not loud, not sobbing. Not the kind of grief that could fill a room.

The quiet kind.

The kind that buried itself under skin and stayed there for years.

The kind that no one in the Capitol could ever use against him.

Tears slipped down his face silently as he stood there, fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t stop them. He didn’t want to anymore.

“I couldn’t do it anymore,” he whispered, voice rough. “I couldn’t—breathe in that house.”

Y/N stepped closer, barefoot, wearing an oversized sweater and shorts, like she’d just been curled up in bed. Her hand trembled as she reached out to him, unsure, scared maybe.

But the moment her fingers touched his wrist, he moved.

He moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder like he was desperate for something to hold onto.

And she held him back.

Without words. Without hesitation.

She curled her arms around his back, pressed her cheek into his chest. He was trembling. Hot tears soaked into her sweater.

“I killed them,” he said into her hair. “I watched them all die. I made it happen. And everyone cheered.”

Y/N’s throat tightened, her eyes burning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he whispered. “That night. When you kissed me. I wanted to tell you I was going to volunteer. But I was scared. I thought if I told you… you’d try to stop me. Or hate me.”

She shook her head, her arms tightening around him. “I wouldn’t have hated you.”

“I was so afraid they’d hurt you,” he said, voice cracking. “If they knew. If the Capitol knew how much I loved you… they’d use you. They’d ruin you just to control me.”

Her breath caught.

Loved.

He said it like it had always been there.

Like it wasn’t even a question.

“I kept thinking about you,” he whispered. “Every second in the arena. Every night. Every time I had to act like… like that thing they wanted me to be. I kept thinking about your eyes. Your voice. The way you fight like you were born with a sword in your hand.”

She was crying now too, quietly. No sobs. Just silent tears down her cheeks.

“I hated Selene,” he added, bitterly. “Every time I flirted back, I felt like I was betraying you. But Brutus said it would help. Sponsors. Safety. If I acted like I didn’t care about anything, they’d never see what mattered to me.”

“Cato…” she whispered.

“I didn’t want to survive if I had to become someone else. But then I remembered you. And I kept going. Because I thought… maybe if I survived, I’d come back. And you’d still see the real me. Even after everything.”

She leaned back just enough to cup his face in her hands. His cheeks were damp, eyes red-rimmed and puffy. Still beautiful. Still hers.

“I saw you,” she whispered. “I never stopped seeing you.”

He let out a breath like it was the first real one he’d taken in weeks. He leaned his forehead to hers, eyes closed, their noses almost touching.

“I love you,” he murmured again, just for her this time. “I always have.”

She didn’t answer with words. She just kissed him—soft and steady and sure.

Not like that kiss the night of the party. Not confused. Not impulsive. Not drunk.

But real.

The kind of kiss that says: I waited for you.

When they finally parted, he was breathing easier. The weight hadn’t vanished—but she was carrying it with him now. And that was everything.

She led him to her bed, quiet and small and warm, and he lay down beside her. Fully clothed. Nothing more than closeness. Her hand rested on his chest, right over the scar from the Games. His hand wrapped around hers.

And for the first time since he stepped into that arena...

Cato slept.

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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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What Bella actually saw when waking up with Edward in her room.

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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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Me…. I’m people

this is a face ppl go to war for #literally

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Smoker’s Cheshire~

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🃜 pairing : Smoker × AFAB! GN! Cheshire Cat! Reader

🃜 fandom: one piece × reader, Wonderland x reader

🃜 Summary: “Ahh thank you…”

“Smoker.” He grumbles out as he lights his cigars.

“Thank you Smoker for the help.” And this was the day you joined the marines, and also the day you became inseparable from Smoker.

(This is the Smoker version of my Cheshire cat! Reader series)

🃜 Word Count:4.5k

🃜 Warnings:cursing,injured reader, fighting, SMUT (Minors Do Not Interact). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my lovelies) Explicit Sexual Content. Punishment,Oral (Female Receiving), PIV, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink, Biting, Possessiveness , Choking, Aftercare (because that’s important)

🃜 Requests: Open

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Curses are heard as as the G-5 division makes there way through the village. The lead they had turning out to be false,and now they are just trying to leave this mad house. The island that they ended up on was a maze of madness the villagers not being any help. Now they are just trying to make their way back to the ship so they can leave the island. They all stop when they hear a mad cackle and they see a girl with long blonde hair, a blue dress with what looks like a white apron on the front,and black shoes with white socks standing at the base of a tree.

“Byyyyy the way if you’d really like to know he went that way.” You jump down from the tree with both hands pointing in each direction. You were on the shorter side standing at 5’6 with (h/l) purple and pink hair that brings out your bright yellow cat eyes. You had on a purple shirt ,and a pair of black pants that were tucked into black boots.

The girl looks at you in confusion not noticing the small audience you have gained.

“Who did?”

“The White Rabbit.”

“He did?” The girl asks with a look of hope.

“He did what?” You say in confusion.

“Went that way?”

“Who did?” You tilt head keeping up the confusion.

“The White Rabbit.”

“What rabbit?”

“But didn’t you just say. I mean …Oh dear.”

You smile wide before disappearing in front of the girl then reappearing behind her hanging upside down on a branch.

“Vice Admiral should we interfere.” Tashigi whispers.

“No let’s see what happens so far they are justing messing with the girl no harm has been done.” Smoker replies as he let’s out a puff of smoke.

“Can you stand on your head?” You let out a small laugh before swinging yourself over the branch to sit on it.

“However if I were looking for a White Rabbit. I’d ask the Mad Hatter.”

“Mad Hatter? Hmm no no I-I-I don’t-“

“Orrr there’s the March Hare in that direction.” You point in a random direction.

“T-Thank you.I think I shall visit him.”

“Of course he’s mad too.” You say as you prop your head up with your hand.

“But I don’t want to go among mad people.” The girl stomps her foot against the ground as you swing down from the branch landing in front of her.

“Oh you can’t help that most everyone’s mad here.” You begin laughing as the girl runs off.

“Ahh that never gets old.” You say as you stretch.

“You can come out now I know you are there.” You say before turning in the direction where the marines were standing. You see the group of people slowly coming out and you rake your eyes over them before they stop on the person at the front. He was tall, incredibly handsome and very muscular he had slicked back white hair, brown eyes and a scar that started at his hairline and end by his right ear. He is wearing a large thick white and blue specialist marine jacket which he keeps open, with greenish fur lining the neck, wrists, and hem. On top of what he is wearing he has the traditional Marines' military coat over his attire, draped over his shoulders like a cape and with a jitte strapped to his back. And to top of his look he’s wearing brown leather gloves, blue jeans with a brown belt, and large military-issue brown leather boots. Overall he was hot.

“Well Well if it isn’t the marines.”You say as you circle the group.

“Let me guess you were told the Strawhats were here.” You say before you stop in front of the woman in the group. She is wearing a floral button-down shirt, blue capris, dark pink gloves with a white trim, and dark pink boots.

“This has happened before.”

“Yes it has. You are the third group of marines who have been lead here. Honestly you need to stop listening to the leads. They are coming from Buggy the Clown.” You say as you look at your nails slowly becoming bored.

“Tashigi you didn’t say the information came from that crazy clown pirate.”

“I-I didn’t know commander they didn’t tell where it came from.” You look back and forth between the bickering pair as a laugh bubbles up.

“Oh this is hilarious. I swear you marines never learn. Buggy likes sending you guys here hoping that the Queen of Hearts will behead you. This island is called Wonderland. That’s why you don’t get much help from the villagers.”

You say before disappearing in front of the group momentarily. They look around in surprise trying to find you. Before they can move you reappear in front of Smoker.

“Listen the Queen knows you are here and she doesn’t like it. I’ll help you get back to your ship if you take me with you.”

“How do we know you’re not tricking us.” Smoker says as he narrows his eyes.

You let out a sigh and roll your eyes before holding out your wrists.

“I know you have sea prism cuffs. So put them on me. I’ll lead you to the ship and get you away from here.”

“Commander I say we trust them. It’s the only way we’ll get off this island.” Tashigi says eyeing you out of the corner of her eye.

“Fine.” Smoker grumbles before he pulls out the cuffs and slaps them on your wrists. You keep yourself steady as you feel the cuffs drain you. Your hair slowly becoming duller and your eyes loosing their shine.

“Lead the way.” Smoker says and you roll your eyes before turning and walking down the trail. You lead them through the small patch of woods before you reach the next village.

“What devil fruit do you have if you don’t mind me asking?” Tashigi asks as she falls into step beside you.

“I have the neko-neko no mi fruit model : cheshire. I usually have cat ears and a tail but those only come out when I’m using my full powers.” You respond as you continue down the path that leads to the docks.

“Well here we are now take me with you and you’ll get away without the queen knowing.” You hold your wrists out waiting for the cuffs to be taken off.

“No we won’t be taking those off till we are sailing away from this island.” Smoker says as he lets out a puff of smoke. You huff and roll your eyes.

“Fine I suggest we get on the ship now I see the Queen’s soldiers coming this way.” And with that sentence all of G-5 spurs into action. You are ushered onto the ship and they get sails ready and before you know it you are finally sailing away from Wonderland.

“Finally I’m free from that island.” You say with your signature smile on your face.

“Why did you help us so easily.” You turn and see the white haired man in front of you.

“I wanted to get away. Years ago the kingdom was actually peaceful before the Queen of Hearts took over the people of Wonderland were able to live in peace and not worry about being beheaded. The queen of hearts actually has a sister ,the White Queen, she has been trying to stop her sister, but as you can tell it hasn’t happened yet. And when you appeared I figured it was finally time to help the marines and maybe get a way off the island. Now can I please have these taken off. I can’t exactly escape since we are surrounded by sea water.”

Smoker eyes you before he takes the cuffs off. You’re hair regains its vibrancy and your eyes brighten back up as you activate your floating.

“Ahh thank you…”

“Smoker.” He grumbles out as he lights his cigars.

“Thank you Smoker for the help.” And this was the day you joined the marines, and also the day you became inseparable from Smoker.

*4 months later.*

Curses fill the air as the doctor stitches up your wound. You would normally be able to heal it but a piece of sea prism stone ended up in the wound so you had to see the doctor to get it removed then stitched up so when your healing abilities kicked in it would heal good.

The door opened and Tashigi stepped through with that scolding look on her face.

“You have to be more careful, Ches!” She huffed stepping up to you worriedly. Being only two women in G-5 you had grown close since they took you from Wonderland.

“It’s just a scratch.” You mused watching her eyes narrow at you. She was not amused one bit by your playfulness and apparently, your Vice Admiral wasn’t either. Considering you had disobeyed his direct order, but it ended up helping you catch the criminals.

It was as if he appeared out of thin air, you definitely didn’t notice him behind your friend. Materializing out of nowhere was something he could actually do with his devil fruit powers. Your constant recklessness tended to get on his nerves sometimes.

“You got hit with Sea Prism Ches, I know you’re a bit mad but that doesn’t mean you need to be reckless.” Tashigi continues to scold you not taking notice of Smoker behind her.

His white hair slicked back and buzzed at the sides making his already sharp facial features look more savage. His dark eyes always seemed aware of everything around him no matter how much he drank or how busy he was. His shirt and jacket always hung open showing off the toned chiseled chest that could rival the description of Greek gods. Several battle scars lined the thick muscle. Even though he had a belt slung around his waist his jeans hung just low enough to make a girl think sinful thoughts. He also had another scar over his face making him look even more menacing. His large hands were covered with the thick brown gloves he always wore. He gave you the impression of a delinquent funnily enough.

“Chessur my office when you are done here.” He said gruffly before turning on his thick boot and strutting off. His voice did something to you, sent shivers down your spine and heat began to bloom in your core.

Tashigi watched him go, a grimace on her face. You winced knowing you were going to get yelled at.

“Serves you right.” Tashigi snapped and you offered her an apologetic grin. When the doctor finished she escorted you to your fate.

“Do you want me to wait for you?” She asked hovering near the door you were about to knock on. “No, I have the slight feeling it’s going to be a while.” You sighed and knocked on the door as she strutted down the hall.

The door swung open quicker than you anticipated. He stood there with two cigars clenched between his teeth. He stepped back allowing you to enter, the tension from his annoyance was almost palpable. The door shut behind you and the unmistakable click of the latch shutting had you jumping.

“Vice Admiral Smoker I..” you choked on your apology when he spun facing you, cocking one eyebrow and crossing his arms over his massive chest. You were in trouble, you thought to yourself swallowing hard. His large hand, void of his usual gloves, grabbed your wrist and turned your arm assessing your wound.

“You what?” He asked voice gruff and deep. He released your arm opting to grab your chin and tilting your gaze up to meet his. You face flushes red as you fight the urge to fade away.

“I am umm sorry sir.”

“Are you sorry for disobeying me or sorry you are in trouble for it?” He asked, a puff of smoke clouded your face and he didn’t let go of your chin. Your hesitance alone was enough to answer his question. “We caught the criminals..” you started.

“Do you think I want to see my men hurt? Do you think that your life or any of my men’s lives are worth reckless sacrifices? There were other ways to accomplish this end goal.” He cut you off, his tone scolding as he reprimanded you. You honestly expected yelling. “No sir, I don’t think you want to see that or that their lives are worth reckless sacrificing.” You breathed, his eyes narrowed searching your face. In the short 4 months you’ve been in the marines you grew close to G-5 and they became like your family.

“That was childish, don’t ever pull a stunt like that around me again . I’m still debating on your punishment.” He murmured, tilting your gaze up to meet him again. His voice was alluring, rough, and deep. You nodded, unable to find your voice especially when he was touching you like this. He pulled those finished cigars from his lips and flicked them into the ashtray on his desk his gaze never breaking from yours.

“What are you doing to me…” it was clearly a thought not meant to be uttered aloud. Your cheeks burned

“Sir..” your eyes widened as he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours. You expected his lips to be dry and rough, but they were warm and smooth against yours. The slightest taste of smoke filled your mouth as his tongue forcefully commanded entrance. You stepped closer now flush against his chest, his other hand resting on your lower back holding you in place.

It was so wrong, he was your superior but it only made you want him more. That dominating, commanding, intimidating man. His arms slipped around your waist lifting you effortlessly off the ground. He strolled to the adjoining private hall that led directly to the captain's quarters. The door closed behind him and you were practically tossed on the bed with him following quickly. He was between your thighs, your legs clenching around his waist. The growing undeniable bulge in his pants pressed against you.

His large hands slid under the hem of your uniform. They were rough and callous but you liked how they felt on your skin. He looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he tried to catch his breath and make sense of it as much as you were.

“You need to leave,” he whispered harshly.

“Is that an order?” You gasped between ragged breaths. “I have a bad track record at following orders.” You reminded him. If anything could make Smoker look more intimidating it was how feral your words made him.

“Then maybe you should be punished.” He says as he towers over you. Everything in your core tightened.

The snaps on your uniform couldn’t have been undone any faster. He tossed the material away as if it offended him working on your pants next you lifted your hips just enough that they could be removed before he was between your legs again. His aching bulge pressed against your arousal-soaked panties. His coat and admiral attire was carelessly tossed on the floor with his pants, shoes, and anything else in the way of his goal. Both of you were stripped of everything but your underwear.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before, the man couldn’t even be considered covered in his usual day with how he wore his uniform. His muscles on his six’ ten frame had you drooling. From his shoulders past his thighs, the man was pure god-like. Including well endowed, so well endowed in fact you were hesitant on whether or not you could take something that big.

The thought was fleeting as his hands caressed your hips and his lips brushed against your jaw. He began tracking kisses to your neck, and you sighed contently, tilting your head to give him better access. His hands slipped beneath you, unclasping your bra and pulling it from your body. Lips returned greedily to suck and kiss at your neck. You whimpered as his teeth sank into the junction of your neck and shoulder sucking harshly. There was no way there wouldn’t be a mark later.

“Smoker!” You gasped surprised as his large warm hands groped your breasts. The rough pad of his thumbs teased your nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and licked at the spot he left on your neck.

You arched your back into his touch earning a soft throaty groan in response when your pussy pressed to his clothed cock. His mouth traveled down leaving heated wet kisses across your skin until he reached your nipples. He sucked one into his mouth and a sharp cry left your lips.

His gaze flicked to yours as he licked it before moving to torment the other one. Your hands fisted in the sheets below you until he was satisfied and continued his kisses down your ribcage, your stomach, your hips, and finally your thighs biting and marking an erotic path along your skin.

He took his time with your thighs, holding them open eyes connecting with yours. It sent shivers down your spine. Despite his demeanor, he, unfortunately, had an iron will and the utmost patience as he took his time with you. Finally removing your panties, his eyes hungry. The sight of him between your legs and still towering over you caused a new wave of heat to pool in your abdomen.

Smoker lowered his mouth to your dripping slit tongue swiping a long slow stripe through the wetness. You almost screamed hips bucking in a pitiful attempt to get more. You squirmed and writhed beneath him. His tongue lapped at your clit, firm circles before sucking it into his mouth. It was almost enough to throw you over the edge.

One hand gripped your hip holding it firmly, the other had its fingers teasing your entrance. You bucked again as he slowly inserted one finger into your wetness. “Oh god, yes please right there!” You gasped as a second joined the first. He scissored them inside you stretching you for him. Curling them forward until they pressed and rubbed against that spot inside you that had you squirming.

His broad shoulders kept you from moving and the more intense the pleasure became the more you wanted to move. A third finger joined the other two without much resistance and your moans and mewls filled Smoker’s captains quarters. Your toes curled as you fought to keep your control over yourself. Your hand fisted in his hair tugging at the strand against your better judgment.

He hummed his approval sending shockwaves through your clit. “I’m gonna cum!” You whined arching into his touch, his mouth as he absolutely devoured you. The knot in your core unraveled as you lost every ounce of control you attempted to hold onto.

Smoker’s cool gaze watched you as you lost control. Writhing in pleasure, sounds, and incoherent babbles leave your mouth. You couldn’t come down from your high all the way because he kept firmly teasing your clit with his tongue mercilessly. “Smoker please!” You whined pushing at his shoulder, he grabbed your wrist pinning your arm to the mattress.

“I’m not done with my meal.” He murmured roughly and sucked your clit back into his mouth. Your eyes rolled as the knot formed again, building much quicker than the last time. You whined as he pinned your wrist effortlessly and the other hand was still teasing your entrance again.

“Be a good girl and hold still.” He murmured darkly. You cried out again helpless beneath his touch as you came again. Body trembling from over-sensitivity. When you came down from your second high he finally released you, letting your body calm. He licked his lips, your arousal coated his chin, eyes still hungry, and cock impossibly hard.

“I need to disobey your orders more often if that’s my punishment.” You gasped breathlessly. He smirks as his large hand wraps around your throat. With how big his hand is it fully wraps around your neck and this has your eyes rolling back slightly.

“Who said it was over little one?” He grunted. Your eyes widened and you bit back a yelp as he grabbed your hip roughly rolling you over. He grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and puts it under your hips, his hand moves to the back of your neck and he pushed the upper part of your body to the bed. Carefully arching your body so he can have it pinned perfectly to fuck you. Smoker shifted to pull his boxers off then positioned himself again between your thighs from behind. His hands rubbed your ass squeezing the plushness of it in his hands.

“Maybe I should spank you, ensure you have learned your lesson, little one.”

He breathed, his hands massaging your ass debating on following through with his words. Something inside you was desperately turned on by that. You bite your lip digging your fingers into the edge of the mattress.

The head of his cock brushed against your aching clit before he thrust all the way forward coating his length in your wetness. You were quickly reminded of how large he was. “Smoker I uh..” you swallowed hard wondering if he could hear your heart pounding.

He leaned forward, his larger body covering yours easily. One hand on the mattress next to your shoulder, the other supporting himself on the headrest, his lips at your ear. “I would never hurt you if you haven’t noticed you are rather precious to me. That’s why I am so annoyed at your recklessness.” He murmured. His words made your heart throb, had he always felt like this?

The head of his cock nudged your entrance and you moaned softly at the stretch. Your back arched the pillow keeping your hips angled up as he entered you slowly. “So big- Smoker I c-can’t.” You bite your lip sucking in a stuttering breath.

“Your so tight sweetheart, you can take it. You are doing so well.” He praised in your ear pressing a kiss to your temple, his hips paused letting you adjust to his thick long cock. His praise did something to you, penetrated your apprehensive brain and you clenched the sheets. Inch by delicious inch he filled you slowly, carefully to the brim until he was balls deep inside you. Your moans cut off in the mattress worried you would be too loud if you lifted your head.

Smoker was such a large man you felt so small and helpless beneath him.

“You're doing such a good job little one” He crooned in your ear, it was like all the pressure forced the air from your lungs “Relax and breathe, nice and easy.”

His voice alone, his praises, deep and gruff could have you cumming. Your stretched walls fluttered around his cock clenching and he groaned low in his throat. If he didn’t move soon you would combust.

“Smoker, I’m okay, just please move.”

He was slow, deliberate, as he moved his hips back and slowly guided them forward into you. You moaned loudly into the mattress. “Good girl, squeezing me so tight.” He whispered as he maintained that pace inside you for a bit before speeding up. You moan into the mattress and pushed back against him as he thrusts into you mercilessly. The sounds of his body meeting yours, lewd wet noises filling the room again as you cried out. His fingers dug into your plush hips holding you still for him with one hand as his other hand massaging your ass before he lifts up his hand and then brings it back down. You let out a loud moan into the bed as his hand makes contact with your ass. He smirks as brings his hand back down again watching you jerk against him.

“I know it feels so good, doesn’t it little one.” He murmured as he slid his hand into your hair and tugged your head up forcing you to arch your back more. “You sound so needy, fuck you are so needy for this cock.“

“Ye-yes,” you choked out in a sob, it was so overwhelming, intense pleasure that he brought you to over and over again.

“You want me to ruin you for anyone else huh?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes, Smoker please!” You begged,he smirks and wraps his hand back around your throat as he drapes himself over your body successfully pinning you between the bed and him. This new angle cause him to go deeper as your hips stay in the air. Your eyes roll back as he lightly squeezes his hand around your throat added with the weight of his body.

“Gonna cum for me little one. 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 other 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 fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby squeezing my cock you naughty little thing. I’m going to fill your little pussy so full so you won’t ever forget who you belong to.” He groaned as he hurried his cock, bottoming out inside you.

Your throat was raw only able to make a soft strangled moan as he filled you. His release filling your tight cunt. “That’s a good girl,” he groaned, “take every last drop for me, this sweet little cunt belongs to me,” his voice was harsh as he slowed his thrusts easing his cock out of you. You slump against the bed as you pant trying to catch your breath. You let out a soft whine when you feel something cold against your sore cunt.

“Shh Chessur I’m cleaning you up.” When he’s down wiping you down he pulls the pillow from under your hips and climbs into the bed with you. His arms slip around your waist and he pulls you back against him.

“You okay Chessur didn’t hurt you did I.”

“Yes I’m okay but..are you going to punish me like that every time?” you asked slyly and he arched an eyebrow at you. “You're asking for it, little one.” He muttered, tugging you close by the hip and kissing you deeply. You could definitely get used to this type of punishment.

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[whitlocklibrary]

The Crocodile’s Ice Queen~

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

🃜 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.

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The Dragon Queen~

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

🃜 pairing : Buggy × AFAB! GN! Dragonrider! Reader

🃜 fandom: one piece × reader, httyd x reader (Eryx is based off of the StormCutter Dragons (ex:Cloudjumper) from how to train your dragon.)

🃜 Summary: Reader is a dragon rider that is captured by the marines. And it just so happens a certain captain chose to raid that ship unknowingly helping the reader escape from the marine’s clutches. This is a story about how reader joined the Buggy Pirates and a few events that happened after it.

🃜 Word Count:5.7k

🃜 Warnings:cursing, marineford spoilers, fighting, Buggy is his own warning sometimes, minor ooc buggy

🃜 Requests: Open

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

You were thrown into the dank brig of a marine vessel, the force of the action enough to send you falling to the ground, your bound hands barking in pain as you tried to keep yourself upright. A small huff in the corner of the cell has you turning your head. When you turn you come face to face with your dragon, Eryx. You shuffle closer to him taking note of the muzzle on his face and the ropes binding his wings.

The two marines who had been commanded to bring you down here spat filthy insults your way. Insults you should have brushed off and forgotten about, but you have never been good at taking such things. Had always let them get under your skin--get you angry and upset. And seeing the sight of your dragon bound up like this only added more fuel.

Snapping your head around, teeth bared in a nasty snarl, you watched the door slam shut behind you.

“You fucking spoon-fed idiots!” You hissed up at the two marines who had been ready to leave before you had spoken. “You have some nerve doing this to m--” The taller one slammed his fist against the bars of your prison, causing a loud bang to ring through the metal walls. 

You hardly flinched. Hardly bat an eye. A low growl is heard from Eryx as he brings his tail in front of your body.You’d dealt with some of the most terrifying big bads the East Blue had to offer. Big bads who thrived off chaos and ate babies for breakfast. These two goody-two-shoes marines would never in their wildest dreams live up to those creatures. Never utterly terrify you. 

“We know everything about you. We know of your failed run as a bounty hunter with this monster. We know you killed a respected and loved member of our community--you are a criminal. Nothing but a no-good pirate.And your dragon will be so helpful for the world government.” He shot down at you in an air of superiority. Like you were nothing but the dirt under his shoes. 

A criminal. A no-good pirate. And threatening your dragon. Those few words were worse than any insult one could possibly conjure and spit at you. Worse than physically getting slapped in the face. 

You were by no means a good person, but a criminal--you were far from being a criminal. Not in the same sense as those you’d hunted down. Those who had done true evil in this world. Who had hurt innocent people--children. Criminals like their respected and loved community members. A, now-dead, marine commodore. A commodore who had gone too far in life without getting punished for his crimes. 

Crimes you punished him for. And wanting to use your dragon to commit more crimes on innocents just boiled your blood.

Too bad they took away your swords and daggers or else you would’ve cut them down. The two marines keep taunting you, when suddenly an explosion is heard and you are thrown to the side. Before you can make impact with the wall Eryx’s tail is stopping the impact.

“Thanks boy.” You mutter as you pat his tail. The two marines quickly shake their shock off and take off towards the stairs. The sound of fighting and crazed laughter can be heard from your cell as you start to pry the muzzle off of Eryx.

“Just a little more and yes it came off.” After a bit more prying the muzzle finally breaks and it falls to the floor with a thump.

“Alright boy let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

You hold out your shackled hands and Eryx snaps them with his teeth.Once your hands are free you move and free his wings. Eryx blasts the cell open and you take off towards the stairs with him right behind you. You squint your eyes as they are assaulted with sunlight. When your eyes have adjusted you see a bunch of pirates engaged with the marines. You hold your finger up to your lips as you look at Eryx and then you quietly slip towards the crate where your weapons are. Good thing they threw them in there when you were still within sight.After prying the box open you quickly strap your sword to your back and your daggers to your thigh.

You creep back to Eryx and climb up on his back. Eryx gets ready to take off when suddenly you are being knocked off his back by a pirate with long dark hair that had alternating green stripes along one side of his hair. You couldn’t see the lower half of the man's face as it was covered by a large checkered scarf. You both land on the deck with a thump. Following that pirate is a marine with his sword drawn, the pirate is still sprawled out on the deck so you quickly draw your sword and deflect the on coming one. A small grunt leaves your lips as you push the marine back. The sound of the two swords clashing echo through the air as you continue to push the marine back. The pirate that crashed into you was now back on his feet and fighting another marine. A soft whistle leaves your mouth and Eryx’s tail swings from behind the marine. His tail makes contact with the marine and sends them flying into the wall.

“Good boy Eryx.” You sheath your sword once again and quickly climb back on his back. You give out another whistle and Eryx takes off from the deck. He circles above the ship as you look around the deck,looking for the pirate captain. Your eyes zero in on a pirate that dons a striped white and red shirt with, white gloves, a sash around his waist like many other pirates, and a pair of loose pants reaching to his calves, just above a pair of striped socks and pointy shoes. He also has a scarf around his neck. Hanging from his shoulders there is an orange, fur-lined captain's coat. On his head he has an orange hat with his jolly roger on it, over a neckerchief with the same pattern of his shirt.

‘that must be the captain’ you think to yourself as you lower Eryx down.

“Oi pirate captain.” You yell out as Eryx continues to circle. Buggy looks up from his spot when he hears a female voice yell at him. His eyes zero in on the massive dragon above him and then he notices the head poking out from the side.

“If you don’t want you or your crew at the bottom of the see leave the ship.” You yell out as you nudge Eryx’s side. He dives closer to the ship as you notice the pirate crew making their way back go the ship. Once all of them have made it you let out a sharp whistle. Eryx hears the whistle and opens his mouth, his saliva trails out over the deck as the marines scramble around the ship. He circles again and he lights the saliva he left. Once the sparks make contact the deck goes up in flames. Another sharp whistle leaves your mouth and he turns his body completely flying on his side you reach for one of your daggers and pull it out of the sheath. You pull the end of the dagger off revealing a secret compartment full of gun powder. With one tilt of the dagger the gun powder is landing on the deck and an explosion follows as Eryx straightens back up. The air is then pierced with laughter as you circle above the ship watching the marines flounder in the water.

Buggy stands on the deck of his ship looking at the dragon above him. The dragon was a woody-brown color , with a cream underbelly, and blue highlights with bright lilac and white hints on wings and underbelly. The dragon had two pairs of wings, three tail fins, head frills, and what looked like a smashed face. His eyes then go to the rider they had (h/l) (h/c). They were covered in what looked like scaled armor and had a sword strapped to their back.

“GET THEM ON THIS SHIP. I WANT THEM ON THIS CREW.” He yells out and the crew scrambles to get the dragon rider on the ship.

You continue to circle above the ships when you hear yelling from below you and you look towards the pirate ship. You saw a brightly colored ship, which imitates a circus feel. It has many circus tent designs on it. Its figurehead is an elephant with the trunk as a cannon. You notice the crew of the ship readying ropes and look at them in confusion before it dawns on you. They wanted to capture you, but you weren’t gonna let them harm Eryx after what the marines did.

“Come on boy let’s go see what these pirates want.” You nudge his side and he dives towards the brightly colored ship. The crew sees the dragon getting closer and they stop running around as the watch you get closer.

Eryx lands on the deck with a heavy thump and you stay seated on your saddle as the crew parts to let Buggy through. And man was this captain handsome up close. The first thing you noticed wasn’t the red nose on his face, it was the beautiful sea colored eyes. He had two blue triangles above his eyes, and above those were two bones crossing into an X on his forehead. His red lipstick was painted into a big smile on his face.

“Well well hello there Little Rider. What you did was pretty flashy.”

You cross your arms across your chest as he circles around Eryx.

“What do you want pirate captain. I saw your crew preparing to capture us.”

A laugh escapes his lips as he stops infront of Eryx.

“Straight to the point Little Rider. What I want is you on my crew.”

“Yeahhhh no hard pass.”

“Come on Little Rider. Join my group of freaks we don’t bite.” A menacing smile makes it away across his face. “Well not hard anyway.”

“I’m not interested. I’m a dragon rider not a pirate.”

“But aren’t ya tired of the pesky marines hunting you down. That little stunt you pulled along with killing their commodore will make you a pirate in their eyes. Hell you’re gonna get a bounty now.”

Your eyes widen slightly at this information as it fully dawns on you. Your own actions will make you become a pirate to the government. And with Eryx many people will be coming after your head.

“So join my group of freaks Little Rider.”

And that is how you became apart of the Buggy pirates. And true to what Buggy said a few days after you joined you got your first ever bounty. The News Coo delivered the paper during breakfast. The wanted posters already being looked at and cheers follow shortly at the increase of Buggy’s bounty. You were in the middle of feeding Eryx a bucket of fish when a detached hand floated in front of you with a brown piece of paper. You take the paper from the hand and look back to where Buggy was lounging on his chair at the head of the table. You look back towards the paper and your eyes widen when you realize it’s your bounty poster.

‘Wanted’

The Dragon Queen

Dead or Alive

30,000,000

And the picture was from the day you met the Buggy pirates. It captured the moment you were on Eryx’s back head tilted back in laughter as the marine ship burned below you.

The poster is taken out of your hand as Buggy stands in front of you.

“Well my freaks our Little Rider has her first bounty.” He yells out as he holds the poster in his hand. All of the crew cheers as you look up at your captain.

A few weeks go by since you’ve joined the crew. You weren’t apart of the act that Buggy put on. Instead he sent you out on missions to gather information, or to find treasure maps. And when you were on the ship you were kept by his side along with Eryx who has befriended Mohji’s lion Richie. And you’ve also befriended the pirate that crashed into you that day. His name was Cabaji, he was the swordsman of the crew. When you weren’t with Buggy or on a mission you were with Cabaji practicing sword fighting or you were knife throwing. You’ve also became great friends with Alvida, you even make her hair accessories with Eryx’s scales. She saw you working on your armor one day and was curious if the dragon scales could make jewelry.

And currently you are on the deck of the ship working on some new armor with Eryx’s shedded scales as Buggy,Mohji,and Cabaji look for treasure on the island. It’s not long before Buggy comes back empty handed and angry. You don’t catch what he’s saying but you do hear Alvida when she speaks up from her couch.

“It’s no time to horse around you guys. If you can’t find out where Luffy is, how exactly are you planning to beat him.”

‘Ah so it’s about Luffy’ You think to yourself already knowing about Buggy’s weird obsession with the Strawhat. You see Buggy lift a hand and wave her off.

“Don’t be so uptight Alvida. Nothing’s wrong with having fun for now. Right.” You shake your head with a smile on your face as Buggy laughs. You put on the last few scales of your armor when you hear a familiar voice and you lift your head up.

“Luffy you say? If you wanna see Luffy I’ll tell you where he is.”

“See. He’ll tell us Luffy’s whereabouts.” Buggy says with his usual smile on his face. That smiles falls off his face when he realizes that it wasn’t one of his crew who said it.

“Who the hell are you?!” You turn your head to where Buggy is looking already having an idea of who it is. A tall muscular young man with curly black hair and a tattoo on his back purple bones formed in a cross behind a purple skull with a white mustache the symbol of the whitebeard pirates. The other tattoo on his upper left bicep that spells "ASCE" vertically. And on top of his head was a signature orange hat. You quickly set your armor down and get up working your way through the crew to get to where Ace was standing.

“Oh sorry for interrupting your party. I was brought forth by the quite appetizing smell of food. My name is Ace nice to meet you.” He says with a small bow towards Buggy.

“Oh no need to be so formal. Nice to meet you too.” Buggy says with a smile as Ace brings a piece if meat to his mouth and takes a bite. Then Buggy’s smile falls again.

“I’m asking you what you’re doing here!!! I don’t care about your name. What a flashy insolent attitude.”

“C-Captain. This guy is… Fire Fist.Fire Fist Ace. He’s the captain of Whitebeard’s second division.” Cabaji says.

“Whitebeard!!” The crew exclaims.

“Oh you guys know my boss? That’s cool-“ Ace begins then he stops as he falls asleep.

“HE FELL ASLEEP!” You continue to push through the crew now with Eryx’s help and you catch Mohji talking to Buggy.

“No.”

“Why this is a great opportunity any way you look at it.If we defeat Fire Fist Ace we’ll become instantly famous.”

“I SAID NO!!! Listen up guys. Remember this flashily.No matter what happens never mess with the Whitebeard Pirates.WhiteBeard is a legendary monster. He’s the only one who fought neck and neck with Roger, the King of the Pirates.He’s now without a doubt the world’s strongest pirate.He’s the man closest to the secret treasure, One Piece. And above all Whitebeard never forgives the killing of one of his own.Never. He’s that kind of man.”

“ You sure know an awful lot about him.”

“Of course…Long ago I met him in person here on the Grand Line.” The crew that was gathered around Ace jump back as he sits up.

“Sorry about that.” He says with a yawn. You finally push the last crew member out of the way and see Ace.

“ACE!!!” You shout as you tackle him in a hug. He let’s out a small oof as you collide with him as the crew and Buggy stare in shock. Once Ace get’s over the surprise of you tackle he smiles.

“Little Storm! I was wondering where you ended up.” He hugs you back before giving you a smack on the head.

“Do you know how worried Pops was when we haven’t heard from you.”

“Ow Ace you didn’t have to hit me.” You say with a pout as you rub the sore spot. Buggy watches you interact with Ace and he feels an uncomfortable feeling in his chest.

“WHAT THATCH IS DEAD!” The crew all jump in surprise at your shout and they see Ace with a serious look on his face.

“Yes. Teach killed him for a devil fruit. That’s why I’m out here. I’m hunting him.” Ace says as he puts a hand on your shoulder as you look up at him in shock. Eryx senses the change in your emotions and nudges his head against your back gently.

“Don’t worry Little Storm I’m gonna make him pay.”

“I know make sure to beat that son of bitch Ace.” He smiles as he ruffles your hair and then he hands you a piece of paper.

“I will Little Storm. Here take this make sure to keep it safe for me okay.” You nod as you take the piece of paper from him. He stands up from his spot and turns to Buggy.

“Sorry for appearing on your ship out of no where. I will be going now, I’m glad you found a crew Little Storm and I know Pops will be happy to hear it.” He jumps on the rail of the ship, and before he jumps to his glider he looks at Buggy.

“Take care of Little Storm or you’ll have to deal with their brothers.” And with one final wave he jumps to his glider and takes off. Once he is out of sight everyone turns to you bombarding you with questions.

“How do you know Ace?”

“Were you really with the WhiteBeard pirates?”

“What did Ace mean by brothers.”

The crew gets closer around you as you try to take a step back from everyone.

“Oi shitdiots back it up. Now.” Buggy’s voice carry’s over the crew as he shoves the closest members away from you as he puts himself between the crew and you. Once everyone is far enough to his liking and quiet he turns to you.

“How do you know Ace and Whitebeard Little Rider.”

“I first met them a few months after Eryx and I left our island in the North Blue.” Eryx pushes his head against your hand and you stroke the spot in between his two horns.

“It was my first ever run in with the marines. They managed to injure Eryx and we fell into the sea,even with his injury Eryx was able to keep us both afloat after the marines left. They thought we would be taken out by the sea,but we weren’t we were stuck in the sea for hours. And with Eryx’s injury at the time he started to get weaker the longer we were there.”

Your hand moves to the scar the marines left by his wing as you tell your story. The crew now sitting around you like little kids.

“Luckily I was on the edge of Whitebeard’s territory and they were sailing past when they spotted me. They pulled us a board their ship and after they treated our wounds. It took a few weeks for Eryx’s wound to heal so we stayed with them. Pops tried to get me to join them once Eryx was healed but I wasn’t looking to join a crew so they let me leave. But I became an honorary WhiteBeard pirate and unfortunately gained hundreds of new brothers.” A small smile makes it way onto your face before it disappears remembering what Ace told you.

“I swear when I get my hands on Teach I’m gonna make him regret being born and I’m gonna feed him to Eryx.” Eryx let’s out a small growl of agreement as the rest of the crew take a step back from your anger.

“Well Little Rider you’ll have plenty of time to plan out what you’ll do to that traitor. We’ll make sure of that.” Buggy says with a sinister smile on his face and you mirror it back with your own.

“Now let’s party.” The crew cheers as they bring out more barrels of booze. Buggy throws his arm over you shoulder and he brings you with him to his throne like chair. He releases your shoulder to sit on his throne,and looks at you as he pats his thigh.

“Come on Little Rider you sit with the Captain today.” He says with a small smirk on his and when he sees you hesitating he detaches one of of his hands with a pop. Then suddenly you’re shoved forward and you land in his lap as he hand reconnects.

“Ahh there we go.” He brings his arm around your waist knowing that you try to scramble away.

“Now my little rider let’s discuss your next mission.”

That was the last conversation you had with your captain before he was imprisoned. It’s been about 7 months since you’ve seen him. You and Eryx met at the rendezvous point like planned,but you were met with a captainless crew. And then the paper Ace had given you started to burn.

“ERYX COME ON BUDDY ACE NEEDS OUR HELP.” You put on your armor as Eryx takes off from the deck and circles to your side of the ship. You take off running across the deck and jump over the railing landing on your saddle then Eryx shoots off from the island.

The sound of metal clashing against metal fills the air. Marines and pirates alike are spread out fighting. And Buggy is seen in a tornado of sand. Two hands grab Buggy and yank him out .

“Oh you save-“ He starts but is caught off by a blade slicing him.

“…Jet Human Shield.” Buggy’s upper body turns to Luffy as he grabs him by his vest.

“YOU! What’re you doing? Strawhat!”

“What I’m not the one who cut you.Plus you just said ‘Don’t mind me! I’m here to save you.’”

“How deluded is your hearing?”

“Gum gum human shield.” Luffy yells as he brings Buggy’s torso in front of him.

“STOP IT.” Mihawk brings his sword up again and slices Buggy into shreads.

“I CAN’T TAKE IT! You must be ‘Hawk-eye’” Buggy says as he puts himself back together. His foot shoots out a red ball and it heads towards Mihawk.

“The special Muggy Ball! Blow away.” Mihawk brings his sword in front of him and hits the ball back at Buggy. An explosion happens and Luffy uses this moment to run towards where Ace is. The battlefield stills as the two guards by Ace get ready to bring their swords down.

“ACE!!!!!” Is heard from everyone around the battle field. Before the blades make contact with Ace’s neck the guards are blasted away by sand. 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.” And with that the battle continues as Luffy still fights towards Ace.

Suddenly a deafening roar is heard through the air and everyone looks to the sky. Eryx cuts through the air as Marineford comes into sight for you. He lets out a roar as you get closer and you look around the battlefield for Ace. You finally see him chained to the platform as well as the familiar flash of blue hair on the battlefield. You stand on the saddle and unsheath your sword as you shout.

“ACE” Everyone stands still as the massive dragon gets closer.

“LITTLE RIDER”

“LITTLE STORM”

“ITS THE DRAGON QUEEN.”

“ERYX DRIFT.” You brace yourself as Eryx draws closer to the platform where Ace is. Once he is close enough Eryx turns on his side and you push your feet against the saddle using it to launch yourself to where Ace is. You bring your sword in front of you and slice through the chains that are holding Ace to the platform. You let out a sharp whistle and Eryx circles back to you dodging bullets as he goes. You pull Ace up with you,and when Eryx is close you throw the both of you off the platform.

“ERYX GO TO POPS AND GET THEM OUT OF HERE.” You yell out as you stand on the saddle as Eryx glides above the battle.

“Little Storm what are you doing.”

“Getting you and Pops out of here Fire Breath.” You give him a kiss on the cheek and quickly give Eryx a pat on the head.

“Take care of them Eryx.” You jump off the saddle and pull open your arms using the newly added wings of your armor.

“LITTLE STORM!” You hear Ace yell from behind you as Eryx continues to fly.

Eryx lands on the ground in front of Whitebeard a with deafening thump. Whitebeard looks at his childs dragon as his son scrambles off the saddle.

“They sent you to get Ace and I away huh.” Eryx lets out a huff in agreement as Whitebeard lets out a sigh.

“Of course. MY SONS GO BACK TO THE SHIP WE HAVE ACE.”

“BUT POPS WHAT ABOUT LITTLE STORM.”

“THEY’LL BE FINE MY SONS NOW HURRY WHY WE HAVE THIS OPPORTUNITY.” Marco quickly grabs Ace and begins to drag the struggling pirate to the ship as Whitebeard looks to where you are.

“Be careful my child.”

You slash through the marines wanting to give as much time as possible so Ace can escape. As you engage with another marine you don’t notice the second one slipping behind you with a sword. Before the sword can make contact with you the marine is knocked out by a gloved hand.

“DON’T TOUCH MY LITTLE RIDER.”

“CAPTAIN.” You exclaim as you hear Buggy behind you. Suddenly dozens of prisoners from Impel Down come out helping you fight off the marines.

“Miss me Little Rider.” He says with his signature smile on his face. Before your mind processes what you are doing, you launch yourself at Buggy wrapping your arms around him. He stumbles slightly before regaining his balance and bringing his arms around you holding you tightly against his chest.

You pull away slightly and look up at him with a smile.

“Ready to show them how flashy the Buggy Pirates are captain.”

“You know it Little Rider.” And with that you both spring back into the fight.

“STRAW-BOY GET OUT THE WAY.” You hear a voice yell and turn around. And you see Luffy reaching for something on the ground as one of the Admiral’s goes towards him. You’re moving before you realize and shove Luffy out of the way of the punch. You let out a scream as the magma burns through your armor.

“LITTLE STORM!!”

“LITTLE RIDER!!” You hear voices call out to you as everything becomes muffled. Another deafening roar fills the air as Eryx cuts through the air to where you lay on the ground. He crouches protectively over your body as he blasts away the marines that surrounded you.

“GET AWAY FROM THEM YOU BASTARDS.”

Explosions are heard as Buggy blasts his way through the crowd making his way to where Eryx is crouching over you. Akainu brings his fist up again preparing to strike Luffy who was looking at Eryx and you. Before his fist could make contact with him his punch is blocked by a sword. The entire battle field stills at the appearance of Shanks. And a new ship makes it way into port.

“Why is one of the four emperors from the New World here!?”

“Red Haired Shanks!”
Shanks sheaths his sword as he steps between Luffy and Akainu. You feel two hands carefully lift you and begin to move you away. You open your eyes to see who it is but all you see is detached hands.

“Buggy” You murmur as your eyes slide back close knowing that you’ll be safe. Buggy’s hands continue to move you until your on the side of the battlefield beside him.

“I gotcha Sweets.” He says as he leans you against a broken wall. Buggy lets out a small whistle to Eryx who carefully picks Luffy up by the back of his vest and carries him over as Shanks stands against Akainu. Buggy carefully lifts you up and sets you on the saddle on Eryx’s back.

“Come on Strawhat climb on we need to get to Whitebeard’s ship.” Buggy climbs up onto Eryx’s saddle and puts you in his lap as Luffy climbs on behind him.

“I know I’m not Little Rider but let’s get out of here.” Eryx spreads his wings and takes off from the ground as everyone begins to retreat.

Eryx glides carefully through the air not wanting to cause you any more pain.

He starts to lower in the sky as he gets closer to Whitebeard’s ship. The crew moves on the ship making room for Eryx to land,and he lands on the ship with a thump as Buggy jumps on his back.

“Hurry Akainu burned them we need to treat it.” Marco pushes through the crowd and runs over to where Buggy is laying you on the deck as he cushions your head.

“Luffy!” Ace yells as he runs to his little brother.

“Ace!!” Luffy cries out as he wraps his arms around Ace and attaches to him like a koala. As Luffy and Ace have their little reunion Marco is carefully healing your wounds as Buggy watches with a worried filled face.

“They’ll be okay thankfully Eryx’s scales can handle that type of heat yoi.“ You slowly start to come too as Marco continues to heal you. You let out a small whimper as you feel some of the burns.

“Shh its okay Little Rider. He’s almost done.”

“C-Captain. Pops and Ace?” Before Buggy can respond another voice cuts him off.

“We’re okay Little Storm you saved us. Marco once you are done treating them bring them and the other snot nosed brat to Little Storm’s room.”

“Hey who are you calling a snot nosed brat you old man.” Buggy shouts as he carefully lifts your head off of his lap.

“THATS WHAT I’M CALLING YOU. YOU BRAT.”

Before Buggy can get any further you reach a hand out a grab his arm.

“Captain leave Pops alone.” He let’s out a huff and sits back down as you move your head back to his lap. Eryx curls up around the three of you as Luffy wrestles with Ace.

“And done Little Storm.” Marco says as he gets up.

“Come on I’ll show you where their room is. Fossa bring Eryx to his normal spot yoi.” Buggy gets up and lifts you up in his arms. He follows Marco down the hallways of the ship.

“This is their room if they need anything just ask them for directions. Oh and Buggy treat our sister good because Pops won’t hesitate to throw you over board yoi.” And with that Marco goes back down the hall and out to the deck. Buggy opens the door to the room and steps in.

“Alright Little Rider lets get you in bed you earned it.” He gently lays you on your bed and carefully pulls your armor off your shoulders and arms. He goes to take a step back but your hand on his arm stops him.

“Don’t go Captain. “ He stands there as his emotions fight each other.

“Ahh screw it.” He mutters as he takes the hat off of his head and lays the coat he was wearing on the chair. He carefully lays in the bed beside you. You don’t like how far he is from you so you move closer and lay your head on his chest. Buggy tenses up slightly at this not knowing what to do. He slowly brings his arm up and wraps it around your waist carefully as his body relaxs when you snuggle into his chest.

“Missed you captain.”

“Buggy.” He mutters

“Huh what was that.”

“Call me Buggy.”

“Okay Buggy. I missed you was worried.” You mutter as you bury your face into his chest.

“Missed you too Little Rider.” You hear him say as you feel a kiss on top of your head.

[whitlocklibrary]

So I get all of them then

A little gift

[whitlocklibrary]

Saving his Damsel~

🃜 pairing : David × Female! Goth! Mate Reader

🃜 fandom: Lost Boys x Reader

🃜 summary: Reader is new to Santa Carla and after avoiding the boardwalk for months she joins her friends for a night. She is drawn to the carousel and thats where she meets the boys. (no use of y/n) (I left the outfit entirely up to you the only thing described are the belts, boots and jacket. But you can imagine your look however you want)

🃜 Word Count: 2.3k

🃜 Warnings: Physical Assault, Death

🃜 Requests: Open

The lights of the Santa Carla boardwalk will draw anyone in from tourists to surfers and even goths like yourself. You were still new to Santa Carla area having moved there a few months prior. You had been to the boardwalk a few times,but people weren’t really your thing so you stayed away. One night your friends that you’ve made since moving there wanted to go explore the boardwalk. They only went to it during the day,their parents didn’t want them out after dark, but they were finally able to go. You spent the evening hours getting ready, teasing your hair into a huge messy up-do. You used a lot of hairspray, starting with your roots you styled it into a poofy and messy look. After your hair was done you covered your face in white foundation before lining your eyes with black liner, big bold wings now standing out against the white foundation. And to top off the look you added black lipstick to your lips.

Now your outfit. You had dug through closet for an hour before finally deciding on something. You had slipped on the clothes you chose before layering some belts and chains around your waist. And finally to complete the whole look you throw on some combat boots and your black leather jacket. After spraying some perfume, you grab your keys and head out the door. And in your driveway sits a black 1967 Chevy Impala, it shines in the last bit of sunlight.

You slide into the drivers seat, setting your bag beside you. After sliding the key’s into the ignition you start the car,and it comes to life with a small hum. You sit their for a few minutes going through your cassette tapes, before deciding on The Cure. After sliding the cassette tape in,you car is filled with the lyrics from A Night Like This. The drive to the boardwalk was peaceful, most of the locals retreating into their homes before nightfall. The boardwalk was mostly full of tourists and the braver side of the locals.

You park your car in a spot that was close to the boardwalk. You barely come here at night so you wanted to make sure you could get away fast. You were the first of your friends to get there so you get out, and lean against the rails by the entrance. People watching was always fun in Santa Carla, there were so many different types of people. There were the tourists, the punks, the goths (like yourself), the girls who just wanted a good lay, and the guys who would jump anything with a set of legs. And of course there were the Surf Nazi’s, they were some of the crudest people in Santa Carla. Your thoughts were cut off by loud bike engines,and you knew which group it was. All of Santa Carla knew who they were. The infamous Lost Boys.

You had never seen the group in person so you looked curiously. There were three blondes and a brunette. The first blonde you saw had curly hair, a patched jacket, and cherub like face.

The second blonde had long, wild blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s wearing a black coat that reaches his knees with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and split up the back, ending at his waste-line. The next one you saw was the brunette, he was tall and wore a black jacket without a shirt underneath it. And the final one you saw took your breath away. His short hair was styled into a mullet, and it was a platinum blonde. He wore a leather jacket, matching gloves, and dusty black pants. As you were looking him over, he was looking right back at you. And your eyes collided (e/c) clashing with an icy blue. You quickly averted your eyes not wanting to get on their bad side or have to much attention put on you.

Unfortunately for you, their attention was already on you, specifically David’s. The rest of the boys heard David’s thoughts through the pack bond, and they knew that he called dibs on you. The boys stayed perched on their bikes as David watched you with a cigarette between his lips. Then your friends finally arrived, and you headed into the boardwalk with them.

“Let’s go boys.” David says as he climbs off his bike and makes his way onto the boardwalk.

You knew that your friends weren’t gonna stick around long. They were the type to go find any guy that would show interest. Since they ditched you, after some debating you head to the carousel. As you get on the carousel you notice a beautiful black horse,and make a beeline for it. You climb up on it, sitting sideways so your legs can dangle off the side. Your hand wrapping around the pole to keep yourself from falling as the carousel starts to move. As the ride moves you swing your legs humming Girls Girls Girls by the Motley Crue. Santa Carla was always full of excitement, but at this moment it was peaceful. That peace didn’t last very long when suddenly you felt two people move behind your horse.

“You got some pretty good music taste Goth girl.” You turn your head towards the voice, and you see two of the blondes behind you. The one that spoke was the long haired one.

“Yeah didn’t expect a girlie like you to know Motley Crue.” The curly haired one says as he leans against the back of your horse.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Looks don’t define a person’s music taste.” You shoot back with a small glare as you cross your arms across your chest.

“Oh the little lady has some fire in her.” A new voice joins in as the third blonde appears on your side. His hand coming up to grab the pole as he leans in a bit closer. As he leans closer the fourth one joins standing by the front of the horse, they made it to where you couldn’t run.

“What’s a pretty one like yourself doing all alone. We saw you with a group earlier.” It was the platinum blonde again.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business…” You trail off realizing that you don’t know his name.

“David.” He says before pointing out each of the boys.

“That’s Paul.” It was the long haired blonde that first spoke to you, and he sends you a flirtatious smile.

“Marko.” The curly haired blonde. He sends you a wave with his fingers sporting a cheshire grin.

“And Dwayne.” The brunette didn’t say anything all he did was send you a nod.

“Well David as I said before I don’t see how it’s any of your business where my friends are.” You say before dismounting from the horse and leaving the ride once it stopped. Marko and Paul move to stop you, but David stops them with his hand.

“No one touches her. She’s mine.” Paul and Marko hold their hands up in surrender already knowing what this means with their brother. He rarely showed interest in anyone unless he was wanting to feed. And they could tell he didn’t want to feed on you. No he wanted something else.

“Well then let’s go get your girl.” Paul says as him and Marko start to shove each other making their way off the carousel. David and Dwayne share a look before following after the Terror Twins.

After escaping from the boys you wander around the boardwalk slowly gathering your friends so you can leave. Their parents still wanted them home at a good time since so many people go missing at night. So you made sure they left the boardwalk safely, and to their cars. You quickly do a head count of your friends before you all head towards the parking lot. Making sure they’re all safely in their cars and heading home you go to your own car. You reach into your bag grabbing your keys, continuing to your car until you hear a wolf whistle.

“Hey there hot stuff how about you join us for the night.” A male voice calls out followed by catcalls from what you believe are his friends. You ignore them picking up speed as you make a beeline for your car. It happens when you’re about an arms length away. You’re grabbed from behind your keys falling to the ground as you start to struggle.

“Come on baby don’t be like that we saw you with those biker punks. So come on you can show us a bit of attention.” The hands that were on you yank you around making you face the group. It was a group of the Surf Nazi’s.

“Let me go.” You say as you bring your hand up trying to pry his hand off.

“Playing hard to get I like that.” The guy says laughing as you attempt to pull away. His grip tightens on you, yanking you closer to him. As his grip tightens you let out a pained cry.

“Stop squirming.” He says as one of his hands grab a fistful of your hair. Another pained cry leaving your mouth. Before anything else can happen the roar of bike engines fill the air as four headlights surround you and the guy.

“I believe the lady said to let go.” David says from atop his bike, gloved hands clenching his handle bars tightly. The guy looks at his friends and they all just laugh.

“Or what. You’re out numbered.”

“Boys.” With that one word the boys descend onto the group. One set of hands is carefully yanking you out of the guys grip and pushing you towards David. Screams fill the air behind you, and you go to turn around before a gloved hand is stopping you.

“You don’t need to see that Doll.” David says as he pulls you closer to him. His free hand comes up to carefully fix your hair.

“Did he hurt you anywhere?” Words evading you all you can do is shake your head no. Your mind was still trying to wrap around everything that was happening. You were being saved by the Lost Boys. The biker gang that everyone in Santa Carla avoided, who they were scared of, but they were helping you.

“Hm good.” David says as he looks up at the carnage behind you. His eyes zeroing in on the one who had his hands on you. He was left alone but unable to run away after Marko broke his leg. The rest of the boys knew their brother would want him. For touching his mate that guy signed his own death warrant.

“Alright boys feeding time. Finish up and bring that one back to the cave with us.” David says and your face shows confusion at his words as the screaming begins to quiet down.

“Feeding time?” You mutter to yourself and look up at David.

“Feeding time? What are you talking about? What are you?” At your questions David chuckles.

“What am I. Why I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.” He says as he pulls the cigarette from behind his ear and puts it in his mouth.

“Yours?”

“Yes mine.” He says after lighting up the cigarette. He slides backwards on his bike making room in front of him. Leaning forward he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in front of him.

“So the Doll wants to know what I am. You hear that boys she wants to know what we are.”

“Who wants to know?” Paul says playfully

“The Little Lady wants to know.” Marko says. You let out a huff as they mess with you, and then you feel David’s hand on your chin making you look up. This time your breath catches in your throat again as you stare at a completely different face. His face looked monstrous his eyes now a reddish yellow, and his teeth now fangs. You look at him in awe and excitement as your hands come up. The boys look on with surprise on their faces from your reaction.

“Oh my god you’re vampires.” You say with a small squeal as your hands latch onto David’s face, tracing his vampiric features.

“You’re not afraid.”

“Afraid? No. Excited. Yes.” Your hands keep roaming his face.

“Never seen someone so excited over this.” Marko says from behind you.

“It’s weird they usually scream in fear not excitement.” Paul says as they begin to dispose of all the bodies except for one.

“How long have you been a vampire? Can you still eat human food? Does garlic actually work on you.” You start rapid firing questions and the boys could barely keep up.

“Woah doll calm down. I’ll answer all the questions you gave back at our cave.” David says as he gently pries your hands away from his face. The boys walk back to their bikes after getting rid of the bodies, Paul carrying the unconscious body of the guy who decided to mess with you. As he passes by Dwayne hands you your car keys that you dropped.

“You’re riding with me we’ll comeback for your car.” David says as he moves you to sit behind him.

“Wait before we go does this mean I get to be one of you.” You ask as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Yes you’ll become one of us tonight doll, and that piece of garbage will be your first kill. Now hang on tight we’re about to have some fun.”