#mink youre my OC now

[kokushibitch]

my dmmd au where mink is actually a brown guy instead of being vaguely yellow and grey. left edit is just a skintone edit while the right contains more natural looking feathers. i also gave him a stronger face

i spent a while trying to pinpoint his nation. unfortunately his design contradicted itself a bit and the slapping of random feathers and dreamcatchers everywhere pisses me awf. i wish that the artists had chosen to stick with one specific nation, and the closer i looked it actually wasn't as bad as i initially thought, but there were still some pretty egregious errors made with his design that could be avoided with CURSORY research, and for a company like n+c, big as they are with the resources to do better research, is unacceptable. to be quite honest, i almost hesitate to even make this post because i really don't want people to run with the information ill be discussing. while i am a native dude that enjoys DMMD, i know so many others that dislike mink, his design, and story because he falls into quite a few racist tropes. also, just because i can kind of glean some information about mink's culture based on his character design/home design, does not mean that it's a 100% accurate portrayal of said culture.

TL;DR: i used to think he was supposed to be ojibwe, but upon further inspection i headcanon mink as navajo/dine and afronative, my reasoning below the cut. im gonna make a later post discussing the nuances of his route and the meta racism in DMMD cause its been a loooooooong time since ive played his route. while im not navajo myself (im tsalagi) i at least have the life experience to tell the goddamn difference between nations lol. i also love the inclusion of a rainbow in his design as a fellow indigenous rainbow enjoyer

note: dine and navajo are the same thing, but im gonna use navajo because thats what more people are familiar with.

the easiest way to start would be with his most obviously unique feature, his locced hair. loccing among NA nations wasn't super common, but it did happen due to the culture & rituals around hair (no cutting unless under specific circumstances, braids/plaits end up "locced" from saltwater, etc etc). to me, however, his locced hair didn't feel like a purposeful design choice. meaning, i dont think the artist chose the locced hair because they wanted to convey something traditional about mink's culture, i think they chose it just because it looks cool, or because mink kind of just falls into the "vaguely brown" category. i'd also be okay with interpreting him as black/native, which i think im gonna do because i know that there are (or was, dead fandom) plenty of black dmmd fans that identify with him

his second most unique cultural indicator is his dreamcatcher. unfortunately, dreamcatchers have kind fallen into that "vague native design" bullshit, but they do have a tribal origin: aanishinabe. again though, due to the sheer abundance of people slapping dreamcatchers onto vaguely native characters, i cant say that this is a strong enough point for me to say definitively that he's aanishinabe. also, you dont fuckin wear dreamcatchers. end of, they're not supposed to be on your body.

THEN there are even more important indicators to me that denote exactly which nation he's from.

just judging base on the patterns used on his traditional tapestries, blankets, and runners, would denote some sort of southwestern nation. now they're not accurate designs necessarily, but i can understand and see clearly where they took inspiration from.

the peace pipe on the wall in both his home and his hideout immediately indicate navajo, a southwestern nation. the fact that he has a strong religious orientation to smoking herbs (im assuming in place of tobacco) is also very navajo to me. the pottery in his home & hideout are also very strongly southwestern, as pottery was a very common art in the southwest. the fact that he has an altar at all is unique because altars are actually not common practice and are usually only found in the southwest, which is actually a good detail point whether it was intentional or not. ignore the dreamcatchers which were, again, thrown in randomly

and of course his homeland contains mountains and more importantly, cliffs and canyons which is another southwest feature. there's also his fuckass cowboy boots which are VERY southwestern

IGNORING the dreamcatcher in his hair AGAIN, he's also flexin beaded jewelry. to me, these are just like regular beads, but you could interpret them as turquoise if you wanted. traditional turquoise jewelry is usually inlayed onto silver bands or pieces as well as strung together like so. his white belt also contains a very southwestern design.

as much as some elements of his design annoy the fuck out of me, i love, love, love, love the inclusion of the rainbow in mink's character design. the rainbow is so important to so many different nations, and mink being a religious person, it actually makes a lot of sense for him to have this sort of draw to rainbows or rainbow colored items. specifically in navajo culture, rainbows are used as Bridges between The Navajo and The Holy People, basically communicating with a higher power. a rainbow is also a symbol of the 7 sacred rituals in navajo culture, one color per ritual. here's a youtube video about it, learn something

i do have some thoughts on mink de-loccing his hair in his good ending, but i think i will have to save that for another post further down the line

anways, ive made my case. mink is navajo

[dfortrafalgar]

Envious

Law x OC

Law is caught red-handed being jealous over someone who isn't even his... yet.

A/N- i wrote this a few months ago specifically for my own OC! I attached a cringe reference pic of her at the bottom of this fic, and me being my own worst critic, i really need to redraw her better at some point LOL. crazy how much you can change after only a few months, but i digress. I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to work on requests, so in the meantime I'm going to go back to posting some things that have been sitting in my google docs not yet published to here. thank you all for your patience!!!

Law was a calm man.  He was a level-headed man.  He thought before he spoke, meticulously planning every moment of his life down to the most minute details.  He was stone-faced, unmoving, unwavering.

And yet, he sat at the table in the Polar Tang’s galley, a coffee mug gripped so hard in his hands his knuckles were white, as his sharp, golden eyes stared across the room from him.  His jaw was clenched as tight as a vice.

“Captain, what in the world is your problem?”  Across the table with a newspaper in his hands, was Penguin, who had finally taken notice of Law’s threatening aura in front of him.  Law didn’t respond to the question, instead continuing to stare daggers at whatever was in his direct line of sight.  Penguin placed the paper down, turning his head over his shoulder to follow Law’s vision.

In the common area directly across from the galley sat Bepo on the floor, rolled onto his side, mouth wide open as snores exited his nostrils at a rhythmic pace.  Nuzzled up impossibly close to the large polar bear was Ruža, boiler suit zipped down to her waist, sleeves tied around her hips as she instead used Bepo’s ample amount of fur as a space warmer.  Her long hair was tied into a tight bun.  She was sprawled out along Bepo’s belly, head resting under the bear’s chin, a content smile on her face as she dozed off within her crewmate’s comfortable heat.

Penguin turned back around to face Law, a devilish smirk crawling across his eyes.  “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.  And of Bepo out of everyone!”

“Will you keep your voice down?” Law quipped back, voice hushed, yet harsh.  

His mate laughed at his captain’s behavior.  “Never took you for the possessive type.”

“I’m not possessive,” Law grumbled, finally releasing the death grip he had on his mug and instead using his hand to pull the brim of his hat downward, covering his eyes.

A hard thump resounded next to him as the bench of the table rattled.  “You sleep on Bepo all the time, and so does the rest of the crew.  Why is it a problem when Ruža does it?”  The new voice, Shachi, followed his statement by taking a generous bite out of the bread he had retrieved from the kitchen.

Penguin responded for Law.  “He wants to be the one on top of Ru–”

Law’s motions were quicker than lightning, reaching across the table, grabbing the discarded newspaper in his fist, and whacking Penguin over the head with it to shut him up.  The two men burst into a cacophony of laughter.  They both knew better than anyone that Law meant absolutely no harm with his actions, he just had difficulty expressing his emotions.  Extreme difficulty, at that.  The laughter from Shachi and Penguin was enough to wake the mink across the room and the girl sleeping against his fluffy chest.  Bepo yawned, forgetting about Ruža draped underneath him and sat up, causing her to startle awake.

“What’s all the noise for?  I was having a good dream,” Bepo uttered, sleep still heavy on his tongue.  

Beside him, Ruža sat up, stifling her own massive yawn.  She awkwardly got to her feet, unwrapping her sleeves from around her hips and re-buttoning her boiler suit.  She turned to face the three in the galley across the room from them, smiling at the sight of Shachi and Penguin covering their mouths in vain attempts to smother their laughter as Law sat hunched over, both hands now gripping his fluffy hat, pushing it so far down his face that the entire upper half was obscured, leaving just his clenched lips visible.

The woman turned to Bepo, helping the animal off the floor.  “Thank you for the wonderful nap, Bepo!”  She turned on her heel to exit the galley, refreshed and ready to continue her tasks for the day.  

Bepo finally approached the table, plopping himself down next to Penguin who was wiping tears from his obscured eyes.  “Seriously, why are you guys laughing?”

“Captain was jealous of you,” Shachi said, his mouth curled into a wide grin.  “Because Ruža was napping with you.”

“Aw, Captain, you should just tell her you want to nap with her!  I’m sure she’d say yes, she just likes to nap on me because I’m so fluffy and you’re so boney,” Bepo casually spurted, innocent beady eyes matching well with the wide, toothy smile on his muzzle.  Penguin almost spit his coffee out at the backhanded comment.

Law groaned, his head dropping into his arms, hat being shoved off his head.  “Thanks for the encouragement, Bepo.”

Shachi nonchalantly rubbed his captain’s back.  “There, there, big guy, it’s alright.”

“Uhm…”

A new voice alerted the four friends toward the opposite doorway to the galley.  The masked helmsman, Hakugan, awkwardly stood in the entranceway, using his upper body to hold the heavy steel door open.  “Captain, you’re needed in the bridge for a quick maintenance check.  Sorry if I’m… interrupting something.”

Law was on his feet, hat situated back on his head faster than the speed of light.  His hand grabbed his sword that was left leaning against the wall, leaving his half-empty coffee mug completely abandoned as he followed Hakugan out of the galley.

His three friends watched him go, knowing smiles on their faces.

“He’s totally in love with her,” Penguin sighed, dreamily.

“Why won’t he say anything, though?” Bepo’s question was innocuous enough.

“You know how bad he is with feelings.  He’d rather die than be vulnerable with anyone,” Shachi responded, dropping his chin into his hand.

The conversation quickly dissipated, and the three finished their drinks and food before scattering for their own afternoon work.

—

A few days had passed since Law got called possessive.  Jealous.

The raven-haired man was staring at himself in the mirror of the crew washroom, hands clutching the sides of the metal sink as he gazed into his own face.  He wasn’t jealous.  How could he be jealous of his best friend?  Everyone loved cuddling with Bepo, how couldn’t you?  Law wasn’t jealous.  He didn’t own Ruža, no one did, and he’d rather swallow hot coals than ever make her feel like she was stuck in that situation again.  He wasn’t jealous.  He wasn’t–

“Captain?”

Law jolted.  In the mirror’s reflection, the person he wanted to see the least was behind him, leaning against the open door.  Ruža’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern, blue eyes shooting daggers into his back.

“Ruža, sorry, I’ll get out of your way.”  Law quickly grabbed his hat from the countertop beside him, turning around to attempt to get out of the room as quickly as he possibly could, sans using his devil fruit (he didn’t want to look that pathetic).  

“Are you alright, Law?” Ruža gently grabbed at the sleeve of his coat as he passed her.  “You look feverish.”

Law couldn’t bear to bring his eyes to meet her bright ones.  His heart was hammering so wildly behind his ribcage that he was scared it might give out.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he muttered blankly, staring off into nothing.  He bit down the disappointment that he felt as Ruža’s hand fell from its grip on his clothing.

“Okay…” she replied, though clearly unconvinced.  “Let us know if you need any help with anything.”  She finally entered the washroom after him, going straight to the medicine cabinet to grab her toothbrush.

With her back to him, Law silently turned his head toward her.  His eyes landed on the tattoo still imprinted at the base of her neck, exposed by her tied-up hair, his saliva catching in his throat.  The last thing he wanted was for her to feel trapped in this steel submarine she now called home, trapped with him.  She needed to be free.

But the smell of her shampoo lingering in the air after she passed him was making it very difficult for him to come to his senses, as not only himself, but as a captain.  Ducking his head, he finally took long strides away from the washroom.

—

“Ikkaku, have you noticed something wrong with Law lately?”  Ruža was hanging up her boiler suit on a hook on the wall, shedding her clothes from the day for something much more comfortable.  

Behind her, Ikkaku was changing into her own loungewear, tight, curly hair tied into two buns.  The two being the only women on the crew meant that they had the privilege of their own bunkroom, away from the 20-something other men that they lived with.  Ruža joining the crew made Ikkaku elated, excited to have not only a roommate, but a new girlfriend at that.  And the two of them sharing the privacy of their own room meant their more personal discussions stayed far away from the prying eyes of their crass male crewmates.

“Now that you mention it, he’s seemed pretty uptight lately,” Ikkaku murmured, wiping her face down with a damp cloth.

“I feel like I did something to make him upset, earlier I saw him in the washroom and he wouldn’t even look at me.”  Ruža’s voice was laced with discomfort, clearly sullen about the events from earlier in the day.

“What could you even have done?” Ikkaku asked, finally turning to face her friend.  The curly-haired woman already knew about the deep crush Ruža had on their stone-faced captain, being her only confidant in her emotional turmoil.  “You’ve never said or done anything bad to him before.”

“That’s what I’m wondering about!” Ruža responded with an exasperated huff.  “He’s impossible to read, and he never tells anyone what he’s thinking, so if I did do something to upset him he won’t tell me no matter how hard I pry.”

Ikkaku flopped face first into her mattress, rolling onto her side and watching as Ruža pulled a baggy shirt over her head.  “When did he start acting so off?”

“Uhm… a few days ago I think.”  The redhead sat on her own bed, falling onto her back and gazing dimly at the metallic ceiling above her.

“Did anything happen then?”

It took the blue-eyed woman a few minutes to think about the previous day’s events.  “I took a nap with Bepo in the common room a few days ago, and Shachi, Penguin, and Law were having a conversation that woke us up, and that’s when he started acting weird, I think.”

Ikkaku pondered intensely over her friend’s words.  Shachi and Penguin having a laugh at Law’s expense was nothing short of common on the Polar Tang, the two of them being Law’s closest friends but also his greatest annoyance.

Ruža’s voice piped up again.  “Maybe it was because I was napping during the day?”

“No, that can’t be it, Law naps on Bepo all the time so he’d be a hypocrite for getting mad at you over that,” Ikkaku responded.

“Maybe he wanted to nap with Bepo and I was in the way,” offered the red-head.

A light bulb suddenly flicked on within Ikkaku’s skull.  She sat up on her bed with a start, making Ruža jump in surprise.  Wide, brown eyes trained on startled blue ones.

“Maybe he was jealous that you were resting with Bepo and not him.”

It took Ruža a few moments to process her crewmate’s words.  “No, that can’t be it.”

“Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t like me that way!  I’m a crew member, a subordinate.  I’m nowhere close to his rank, and even then that’d be pushing his duty as a captain.”  Ruža was immediately on the defensive with a tight frown.  “As much as I want that to be the case, there’s no way that can be it.”

Ikkaku grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Who says?  Law’s not the kind of guy to keep himself above everyone, we’re all equal in this tin can.  Penguin and Shachi make out in the supply closet all the time and no one bats an eye.”

“Penguin and Shachi have been making out in supply closets since they were teenagers.  Their scenario is different.”  Ruža sat herself up now, leaning back on her hands.  After a few tense moments, she released a pent-up exhale.  “I really want Law to like me the way I like him, but it’s wishful thinking.  He’s not that kind of guy, and he definitely doesn’t seem like the kind of person to get jealous.”

Ikkaku hummed.  “I don’t know, I have an inkling.  But, I don’t know him as well as Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin do, so I feel like if you really want an answer, you’ll have to go through them.  Even if it’s not some cute lovey-dovey romance situation, they might at least be able to help you figure out what you did wrong, if anything.”

Ruža glanced off to the side.  “You’re right, probably.”

“Probably?!” Ikkaku gasped, feigning offense.  “I’m always right!”

This got Ruža to finally crack a tired smile, a breathy laugh leaving her lungs.  “Okay, yeah, you’re always right.”

Their conversations continued until the lights went out.  Instead of sleeping, however, Ruža was laid on her back, staring blankly at the dark ceiling above her head.  Her lips quivered nervously.

—

“Shachi,” a hushed whisper alerted the ginger man’s attention from his porthole washing.  He turned his head left, then right, searching for the source of the noise.  “Behind you, dummy,” the voice came again, from behind him.  He finally turned around, spotting the nervous expression of Ruža peeking from around the corridor.  

“Why are you acting like you’re spying?  Just get over here!”  Shachi beckoned her over, and she complied without a word, slowly ambling her way over to where her older crewmate was working.  “Is everything alright?  Your eye bags look like they’re about to go on a longhaul trip.”

“I wanted to ask you something,” she replied, voice small.  She knew her eye bags were atrocious, she didn’t get a lick of sleep the night previous.

Shachi nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“Did I do something to upset Law?”

“Huh?”

Ruža paused, staring at the tinted shades that constantly covered the man’s eyes.  “What do you mean ‘huh’?  He hasn’t wanted to make eye contact with me in like a week now.  I want to know what I did wrong and figured you might know… you or Penguin.”

Shachi pinched the bridge of his crooked nose in between his fingers.  “Law is such an idiot, I swear.”  He dropped his hand, planting it firmly on his crewmate’s stiff shoulder.  “He’s not mad at you, I promise.”

“Then why is he acting like this?”

“Because he’s stupid and doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings.  He was jealous that you were napping with Bepo last week.”

Shachi’s words made the neurons in Ruža’s brain brown out.  Her jaw was slack, staring blankly at the man in front of her.  Ikkaku was right on the money.  She was always right.

“If you’re gonna get anything out of him, you have to corner him like a cat and force him to talk.  How else do you think he managed that alliance with Straw Hat?  That kid forced Law around against his will and in the end everything worked out.”  Shachi smirked.

“I’m not gonna drag him around like a dog,” Ruža muttered, hiding her flushed face in her hands.  “But… I want to try to talk to him.  I got no sleep last night because of this.  Clearly.”

Shachi patted the woman’s shoulder a few extra times before finally releasing his supporting grip on her.  “Let me know if you need anything else, alright?  You got this.”  He flashed her a toothy grin.

Finally having a few answers, Ruža felt her shoulders relax, a relieved smile on her face.  “Thank you, Shachi, you’re the best.”

—

The day dragged on slower than a ship on the Calm Belt, and no one had seen Law for the entire duration.  Not at breakfast, snack time, or dinner.  Someone claimed they saw the man make a mad dash from his office to the galley for food, but no one could back up that claim.  He was like a cryptid among his own crew.

Regardless, that evening, Ruža stood face-to-face with the hand-painted plastic sign that he kept hung up on the heavy metal door to his office.

DO NOT ENTER.  I AM WORKING.

‘Obviously,’ thought the woman with a frown.

With a trembling hand, she reached up and knocked three times on the door, cringing at the way the heavy sound screeched through the desolate hallway of the submarine.  She waited a few moments in deafening silence.  No answer.  Her hand faltered, but she knocked again, louder this time.

“Read the sign,” yelled a clearly agitated voice from within the closed off room.

“I can read just fine, Captain,” Ruža responded, surprising herself with the sass on her tongue.

More uncomfortable silence followed, before the sound of a screeching chair could be heard.  Slow footsteps approached the steel door, and Ruža backed up apprehensively, heart beating wildly as she anticipated the door opening.  It did, a tiny crack, allowing the glaring light from the hallway to shine off of Law’s weary face.  His eye bags were worse than her’s, and his hair clearly hadn’t been washed in some time.

He stared at the woman outside of his door for a few agonizing moments before simply saying, “Yeah?”

Ruža pursed her lips.  “I wanted to talk to you.  It’s imperative.”  Law didn’t need to know that she had been practicing that last word in the mirror for the better part of 20 minutes.  Instead, she kept her shoulders back, chin held high, attempting to assert herself in front of her brooding captain who she was madly, desperately, incredibly in love with.  She was failing miserably.

Law looked past the way her lips quivered and her arms trembled at her sides, as well as her own sleepless appearance.  He silently opened the door to his office a bit wider, inviting her inside.  Her apprehensive steps followed him, and she closed the door behind her, standing against it as she watched her captain meander back to his desk, plopping himself in his chair before leaning forward to rest his head in his hands.

“I want to hear from you why you’ve been ignoring me.”  Ruža tried to suppress the way her voice trembled on its journey into the air.  “I have my suspicions, but I want to hear it from you.”

Law bowed his head, the shadow from his bangs concealing his eyes from her vision.  “What are your suspicions?”

Ruža was very quickly growing impatient, not helped by her lack of proper sleep.  “That you were jealous that I was napping with Bepo.  Shachi told me, but if that’s the case, I want to hear the truth from you, no one else.”

Law was worried that the sound of his hammering heart beat would be audible from across his office.  His own fingers were trembling with nerves, he never in a million years thought he would ever be in a situation like this one.  He did everything possible in his attempts to close himself out from intimate, personal connections, losing one too many people for his liking.  And yet, a woman stood before him (well, behind him), who held his weary heart in a grip so warm and caring that he almost didn’t want it back.

The red-haired woman waited patiently for her captain to respond.

“Yeah,” was all he was able to breathlessly mutter.

Ruža waited for him to continue.

“I was jealous.  But I shouldn’t have been.”

“And why were you jealous?” she demanded.  “The entire crew loves napping with Bepo.  Tell me why it’s different when I do it.”

Now it was Law’s turn to grow progressively more agitated.  His teeth clenched within his closed mouth.  “Do I really have to say it?”

“If it’s really this hard for you, then you don’t have to bother.  I’m just tired of you acting like I don’t even exist.  We’re in a damn submarine, it’s a bit hard not to feel ignored.”  Ruža’s voice had softened only slightly.  She was aware of her captain’s emotional issues, she knew bits and pieces of why he held everyone at three arms lengths away from him.  She knew that the tattoo she had forcibly inked on the back of her neck was a disturbing sight for him, just as it was a painful scar for her.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Law finally leaned back in his chair.  He closed his eyes, tossing his head back, breathing shallowly through his nose.  “I know it was immature of me to treat you like that, Ruža, I’m sorry.”  He rotated his head only slightly to glance towards the woman at his door, gazing at her with golden eyes that were filled with an unspoken agony.

“It’s okay,” was all she said back.

An idea popped into Law’s anxiety-ridden mind.  He slowly pulled open one of the messy drawers of his desk, procuring a wrinkled blank piece of paper.  Pulling a pen from a cup on his desk, he pulled the cap off and started scribbling frantically onto the paper.  In his head, the vision of Corazon writing on slips of paper to communicate while he was pretending to be mute flashed through his vision.  If Law couldn’t muster up the courage to vocalize the three little words bouncing aimlessly through his skull, then he’d just write them down.

The scratching of pen against paper finally ceased, and Law stood, keeping his head low as he passed the paper underside-up toward Ruža, who carefully took it from his hand.  Flipping it around, she began to scan the words sloppily written on the front.

Ruža clenched the paper within her shaky fingers.  The words she herself had been afraid to say were written at the top.  I love you.

The silence was palpable, so thick you couldn’t even slice a sword through it.  Shockingly, however, a light, airly laugh infiltrated the space.  Ruža’s face was flushed a bright, rosy red, and her mouth was twisted into a nervous, childlike grin as she tried with all her might to keep down the nervous laughs that were forming in her chest.  She couldn’t help it, small giggles escaping her lips as her shoulders shuddered with the effort of keeping them in.  Law picked his head up, staring with a mixture of shock and bewilderment.  He poured his heart out onto a piece of paper, and she was laughing at him.

“I’m not laughing at you, Law,” she finally managed to say.  “I love you.”

The formidable captain of the Heart Pirates, one of the most wanted men in the world, nervously swallowed the glob of spit that had formed in the back of his throat.  “You… you do?”

“Yeah.”  Her response mirrored his curt words from the short minutes prior.  “I was so scared that I did something to upset you.”

“God, no, you could never,” Law replied, breathlessly.  He felt 100 pounds lighter, like he could float away on the slightest breeze.  The three words that had cursed him for almost 20 years of his life now held a new weight to them.  A new, liberated weight.

The woman in front of him, with a nervous, giddy smile dancing across her lips, eyes closed tightly with the force of her infectious smile, held his heart so tightly in her grasp and she didn’t even know it.  Not yet, at least.  That would come with time.

Ruža broke the silence.  “Can I please hug you?”

Law felt the corners of his own mouth twitch upwards.  “Of course.”

The red-head closed the distance within a few short steps, hiding her face within Law’s chest, still giggling like a child over the sudden revelation.  She kept the paper held firmly in her hand as she wrapped her arms around his torso.  Law’s scruffy chin found its perch on the crown of her head, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils and clouding his mind with a bliss he had never experienced before.  He couldn’t fight his smile any more, letting it consume him, the same way he accepted the way his heart beat uncontrollably within Ruža’s presence.

“I’m sorry I’m laughing, I can’t help it,” she mumbled, the sound muffled by her face squished in the fabric of his sweatshirt.

His hands found their place around her shoulders, his left hand involuntarily coming up to rest on the back of her neck, covering her tattoo with his own inked hand.  “It’s okay,” he responded, his words quiet and soft.  “This is all new to me.”

“It’s new to me, too.”

The two stood in the same position for what felt like hours before Ruža finally (though regrettably) backed away slightly.  Law’s hands slipped off her shoulders, but his fingers gingerly brushed along her tattoo.

“We don’t have to do anything about this if you don’t want to.  I know with you being the captain and everything makes this kind of weird.”  Ruža’s eyebrows angled in a way that made her appear almost sad at a reality that hadn’t even happened yet.

It took Law a few moments to really form his response.  “No, I… I think I want to try.  I don’t know what to do, though.”

“Me neither.”

Now it was Law’s turn to laugh.  “We’re fucking hopeless.”

“Tell me about it.”

Ruža gazed longingly at the paper she still held in her hands, eyes repeatedly glossing over the three words at the top.  Law could get used to the way her bright eyes softened, as if not believing that what she was reading was the truth.  In the back of her mind, the reason she had even shown up to his office in the first place pushed itself back to the forefront.

“So about you being jealous…”

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3327

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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YASMINE Today was the day for the WWE draft. Honestly, I was fucking scared because I was more worried about Carmelo being on the same brand as me and all the drama that has been spiraling between him and me which the only people that knew were Trinity, Montez, Bianca, and Jonathan knew about.

Both Montez and Jonathan had blown my phone up, telling me that I should've listened to them. Then I wouldn't end up in this situation, but they will protect me if shit goes down.

I was in the catering area sitting down at the table eating my lunch while listening to some music so I wouldn't be in my head about all of this.

As I was doing that, I felt someone touch my shoulder, which made me jump. I turned around and saw Trick standing behind me, chuckling.

"Shit! Trick, you can't be doing that nigga" I said.

"My fault minks didn't mean to scare yo' ass." He said, chucking at me as I threw up the middle finger at him.

He sat down next to me at the table, munching away on his food as I continued doing the same thing. I haven't told him what Carmelo did. I don't think it would matter since Jonathan and Montez were already on that with him. There wouldn't be any point in Trick getting involved.

I was on my phone when I saw that Trinity sent me a text message probably about the draft that's happening tonight, which, like I said, I am shitting rocks right now.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey Babygirl! How are you holding up? Minnie🧃: I'm alright just eating right now with Trick ass 🙄 Trin🤭🫶🏽: PLEASE leave that man alone 😭😭 but are you nervous about the draft? Minnie🧃: yesss I am Trin like I pray that Carmelo doesn't get drafted on smackdown ion want no shit started between him and Montez Trin🤭🫶🏽: well ion' know about that Yasmine it might happen. Minnie🧃: STOP DONT SAY THAT BITCH! 🥲🥲 Trin🤭🫶🏽: what? I'm just saying Yasmine; just don't get your hopes up Minnie🧃: fineeee bro fineeee fuck man why does it have to be this way? 😟 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine it's going to get better I promise just focus on the draft tonight ight? Minnie🧃: ight then Trin Trin🤭🫶🏽: okay I hope I'll see you in smackdown byeee Minnie🧃: byeee

After texting Trinity, I saw Trick all over my phone, so I turned my phone off and gave him a stern look.

"Damn, nigga you all up in my conversation dawg." I said.

"What happened between you and Melo?" He questioned me.

'Shit, why did he have to be so fucking nosey all up in my damn phone? Now I gotta spill the tea.'

Rolling my eyes in the process, I avoided the question while getting up from the table, along with my plate, and walking towards the trash can to throw it away.

I felt his presence behind me as I continued walking away from him, trying to avoid him asking me this question like I wanted to answer it. I didn't want anyone else involved in this situation, especially not Trick.

I continued to fasten my pace, feeling Trick grab me by the arm as we looked at each other.

"Minks, c'mon, mane. You can't just leave me in the dark. What happened?" I could read his facial expressions; he seemed concerned. I sighed in defeat while yanking my arm away from him.

"He put his hands on me, Trick, okay? He fucking put his hands on me, your own best friend." I said, folding my arms over my chest.

His face went into complete shock. Hearing that from me, it almost seemed like he didn't believe me. I just sighed before walking away from him as he stopped me in my tracks. "Look, imma talk to him to see." I turned my head, looking at him in disbelief, like, is this nigga fucking serious?

"What's the point of talking to him for when I literally just told yo' ass—you know, fine, go ahead. If you're going to believe him, then that's my problem." I walked away from him and went towards my locker room, trying to calm myself down from crying at work.

I just needed to be alone for a minute to get myself together before this damn draft for tonight.

✧˚° I was heading towards the ring, finding my seat since the draft was about to begin. As I saw Carmelo and Trick talking to each other, I just rolled my eyes at them, sitting down in my seat and looking up at the screen.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my social media as my legs were crossed, seeing what everyone was posting on their stories and whatnot until I felt a presence that didn't need to be felt. When I looked up, I saw Carmelo gazing down at me with his arms folded.

"What? Melo?"

"So you just telling everyone I put my hands on you?" Carmelo said.

I scoffed his disbelief. I knew Trick wasn't going to believe me in the first place; I don't have time for the shit.

"Nigga you did put your fucking hands on me; why would I lie about that?" I said sternly.

"Because you're lying; all I did was choke you just to put you in your place." Oh, nah, this nigga had me fucked up now.

I stood up, pushing him in the process. I couldn't believe this fuck nigga bro sitting up there playing the fucking victim.

"You what? I don't have time for this shit with yo' ass Melo, so please get the fuck on." I sat back down in my chair, getting on my phone, watching him standing there with his hands on his hips.

I heard his footsteps walking away to his seat he was sitting next to Trick my eyes directly looked at Trick who made eye contact with me I gave him the middle finger while muttering "fuck you" in the process as the draft was about to start.

✧˚° "From the NXT roster smackdown chooses..Yasmine!!!"

When I heard my name, I couldn't help but smile. I saw everyone cheering for me, and Lash hugged me while I walked past them, seeing Shawn Michael's with a smackdown blue cap.

He hugged me, whispering in my ear how proud he was and that I hope I'll do big things on the blue brand. I gave him a faint smile, as my anxiety was creeping up on me, and I was worried that Carmelo might get drafted, too.

After I sat back down in my chair, feeling very anxious, I decided I didn't want him on the same brand as me because it would only make matters worse.

"Yasmine girl, you're with the big dawgs now." Lash said.

"Yeah, I know it's crazy," I said while looking at Carmelo, who was staring down at me.

We avoided eye contact with him as we continued to listen and watch the big screen to see who else was getting drafted.

I felt my phone buzz, and when I saw a text from Bianca, I pulled it out and texted her back.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: omgggg girl are you with us fr? Minnie🧃: Yes ma'am I am officially drafted on blue brand 🤭🤭 Breezy🫶🏽: OMGGG YESSS I AM SO EXCITED I KNOW TRIN FINNA GO CRAZY Minnie🧃: Righht but I'm worried B Breezy🫶🏽: why? Is this about Melo ass bc if he does get drafted which I hope he doesn't he better watch his back Minnie🧃: speaking of him; him and trick talked about it and I knew I've shouldn't have told him but he kept pressing me Breezy🫶🏽: so what I am hearing is that he didn't believe you? 🙄🙄 Minnie🧃: yeah, basically and then Melo gonna come up to me saying that he only did it to put me in my place like what? Breezy🫶🏽: awh hell nah bro he's playing the victim card rn Minnie🧃: fasho he is I was finna whoop his ass I front of everyone Breezy🫶🏽: hollon I think they're announcing the next person to get drafted

"From the NXT roster smackdown chooses...Carmelo Hayes!!"

My face fell as I heard his name shouted out. I saw him stroll by us, flashing me a smile as my nervousness began to rise. As I went out, I informed Lash I was going to the toilet and then to my locker room.

I slammed the door closed behind me, locking it. As I sat on the couch, trying to calm myself down, it seemed as if my entire universe had been ripped apart by that.

Why did it have to be him? Out of all the humans, who selected his ass? I looked up at the TV and noticed his confident smirk with the blue brand cap on as he dapped up Trick.  I fucking hate Trick now, but it was my fault for telling him when I knew he wasn't going to trust me. I mean, I can't blame him; that's his boy.

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Are you okay? Breezy🫶🏽: Text me back please so I can that you're okay?

I couldn't understand what she was messaging me since my anxiousness was hammering my ass right now.

Minnie🧃: B, it feels like my whole world his coming down Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine take long deep breaths do I need to send Montez? Minnie🧃:NO! don't okay? He's already worried about me enough Breezy🫶🏽: I understand but that's yo' brother he would do anything for you Yasmine Minnie🧃: I know I know B...I just can't fucking believe it. Breezy🫶🏽: me too like ugh...but don't worry we'll be here for you Minnie🧃: thank you B

After conversing with Bianca, I decided to stay in my locker room until then since I didn't want to see him again, especially with that fucking smile on his face, knowing he'd be on the same brand as me.

Without realizing it, if he does something wild, either Montez or Jonathan will beat him up; they are so protective of me it's not funny.

I heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up from the couch and almost opened the door, but I was scared to.

"Who's at the door?" I asked.

"It's me, Lash girl!" That voice didn't sound like Lash at all. When I opened the door, he was standing there.

He pushed me back, shutting the door behind him, locking it as he walked up towards me. I backed up, falling on the couch.

A/n: trigger warning contains rape ion want nobody to feel uncomfortable reading this so please and I mean please, skip this scene I'll keep it short I promise 😟

He was hammering me so hard that it made me cry; this man was insane.

He smacked me in the face after gripping me hard around the throat and gave me the most disgusting make out session ever.

"Yo' ass better take this shit, you bitch." He hissed while continuing to pound into my now abused cunt.

"You're hurting me! Get off of me Melo!" I shouted as he covered my mouth.

"You want them to hear us? I expect you to shut the fuck up then." I was crying softly while trying to fight him off of me.

This man was truly fucking nuts; he was doing this without my consent. I felt so powerless that I couldn't even push him off of me; he was more stronger than I was.

Sticking his tongue down my neck while rotating his hips and fiercely hitting my area, tears streamed down my face, and his grasp around my throat was so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, this is my pussy, you hear me? Yo' ass better not give it to nobody else but me." He slapped me in the face again, causing me to winched at the feeling.

"I fucking hate you...you piece of shit." I said, spitting in his face, and he didn't like that at all.

Grabbing a full load of my hair and assaulting my cervix, forcing me to yell yet again, I'm over here apologizing for it and begging him to stop.

But he didn't listen and continued to rape me in my own locker room, literally.

✧˚°

My body shook fiercely as I stared up at him, putting back on his clothes and mending himself, while he looked down at me, dejected and torn.

He smiled like a smug ass before leaving. "Remember you belong to me and only me." He shut the door, leaving me distressed as my worry gripped my ass. I was a weeping mess as I put on my clothing that he had taken off.

I couldn't stop sobbing. I didn't know who to tell since no one would believe me if I told that a WWE superstar named Carmelo Hayes had just raped his ex-girlfriend in her locker room; they'd think I was insane, so I'll keep it to myself.

After retouching my makeup, I decided to go early. I was able to sneak out before anybody could see me as I drove away from the garage.

My head was spiraling into a melancholy I didn't want to be in; all I wanted was to be happy, but after what occurred, I am now a victim of rape by someone I thought I loved but no longer do.

Now I'm just more broken than ever before he made me feel like this. I eventually arrived home, driving into the driveway as I stepped out of my car.

Opening the door and tossing my shoes someplace while hurrying upstairs to the bathroom, I fell to my knees and vomited into the toilet. I continued to heave up in the toilet until there was nothing left inside of me. I sat on my knees for a minute, tears streaming down my face, weeping silently. Why did this happen to me? I picked up my phone and phoned Trinity's number.

'Please pick up Trin it's urgent.'

OTP Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yo' Yasmine this is Jon Trin is in a match right now what's up?

'Fuck...what am I going to tell Jon?'

Minnie🧃: O-oh I didn't know...I can call back Jon Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine? You don't sound okay did something happen? Minnie🧃: N-no I'm fine look I'll call back later on or tmr actually Trin🤭🫶🏽: nah fuck that what happened Yasmine Minnie🧃: it's nothing J-Jon I swear Trin🤭🫶🏽: stop playing with me Yasmine is about his ass again?

I hung up the phone so quickly that I didn't want to explain to anybody what had occurred to me. I got up from my knees and flushed the toilet as I proceeded towards my bedroom.

I removed my clothing and threw them somewhere so I could burn them later or whenever I wanted as I headed towards my bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I was doing that, I noticed my phone light up, indicating that Jon was calling, but I ignored it because if I had informed him that Carmelo had raped me, he would have been furious, so I now keep my distance from everyone.

Walking inside the shower, I felt the warm water contact my body, sighing in relief and closing my eyes. I had to keep this hidden from everyone, but I know Bianca or Trin will eventually find out.

I rested my head on the damp wall next to me, not understanding why I had to go through this. Why me? Why, oh why? It didn't make sense to me that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him all over me, doing things I never wanted him to do.

I suppose he's telling Trick how he hit it with me and we made stuff up, which I know how dumb Trick is in believing his lies.

I walked out of the shower, wrapped the towel over my entire body, and looked in the mirror, sure that everything would fall into place.

Seeing the marks on my neck it just made me feel disgusted in my body, I turned off the light inside the bathroom while walking out shutting the door behind me.

I sat down on my bed grabbing my phone and saw all of the missed phone calls from Jonathan and some from Bianca too probably Jon told her I was acting weird.

Breezy🫶🏽 sent 4+ messages

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Jon called me and said that you were acting weird is everything okay? Breezy🫶🏽: I didn't see you on the rest of the show during the draft Breezy🫶🏽: did he do something to you Yasmine? Breezy🫶🏽: please text me back you know I'm here for you.

I didn't know how to feel at the moment it just felt like I was completely numb how was I supposed to tell her or trin about what he had done to me?

I didn't want to leave her or anyone else in the dark but I just couldn't tell.

IMESSAGE 💬 Minnie🧃: I'm fine B Breezy🫶🏽: are you sure? Minnie🧃: yeah, I just felt really tired after the show that's all Breezy🫶🏽: well that's not what Jon had told me when you called looking for Trinity seemed like something happened during that time. Minnie🧃: whatever he told you was a lie I'm fine B I promise Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine I know you; you don't have to lie to me yk Minnie🧃: IM NOT LYING OKAY...I-I'm just...fuck Bianca...idkkk...

I started to have a mental breakdown again thinking about what Melo did to me he made me feel worthless.

Breezy🫶🏽: what's going on? Calm down talk to me what happened Minnie🧃: Melo...he... Breezy🫶🏽: what did he do Yasmine? talk to me I'm here we are all here for you. Minnie🧃: He fucking raped me Bianca....in my own locker room...he fucking raped me. Breezy🫶🏽: WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? NAH THATS IT IM TELLING MONTEZ TO COME GET YOU Minnie🧃: O-okay... Breezy🫶🏽: make sure take you let the people know that you're moving out pack all of your belongings okay? Minnie🧃: ight B see you then.

I put on some clothes and began packing all of my belongings I didn't feel safe anymore not even at the company I was with. While I was packing I grabbed my phone texting the person about taking me off the lease due to me moving out tonight hopefully they'll get back with me tomorrow so I can get my money back.

I continue to pack all of stuff making sure that I didn't leave anything else behind and just waited for Montez to come get me. Hopefully when I do go on the smackdown brand they'll protect me.

Fuck Trick maybe if I didn't tell him what happened between me and Melo I wouldn't be in this situation but I just had to run my mouth about it.

And I just knew that his dumbass wouldn't believe me but believe his own best friend such a fucking hypocrite. I heard the door knocking as I got up from the bed walking downstairs opening the door seeing Montez standing there along with Jon.

I couldn't help but to form tears in my eyes hugging them tightly while they did the same for me.

"It's okay little sis we are here for you now." Montez said.

"When we see him it's on sight." Jon said.

We pulled away from each other as I wiped my eyes taking deep breaths, Montez told me to wait in the car while they get my things out from the apartment.

As I was waiting in the car I just looked outside the window in the backseat just in my head wondering if things would've been different if me and him didn't get together.

Maybe I should've listened to them.

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A/n: I am soooo sorry for writing that scene I'm glad I kept it short I didn't want to continue to write that. But Carmelo is in a rude awakening when he gets to smackdown.

ALSO ANOTHER THING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SAMI??? HE PISSED ME TF OFF SEEING HIM WITH SOLO ASS.

I hope yall enjoy the chapter, lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

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Burning Hearts Chapter 11

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 3000

Taglist: @cottoncandyloverrrr @zoros-fourth-sword @nothing-but-brass

Burning Hearts Chapter 11: Coffee Break

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Law was a creature of habit. Your training begun every morning, Monday through Saturday, at 8 AM sharp in the clearing in the forest. It would end promptly at noon and the two of you would return to the base together for lunch. Law didn’t wear a watch, he was so meticulous that he could run his daily routine in his sleep. 

The opposite of how you were. Your body was finally used to having a strict wake up time, but even then Ikkaku would often have to bust through your door and hoist you out of bed when you were feeling extra lazy. You missed your life on the Sunny with your friends, there was organized chaos every day. You could roll out of bed at 6 AM or noon, Sanji would make your favorite breakfast anyway. You could spend your days sparring with Zoro, doing makeup with Robin, or playing Go-Fish with Chopper… no one breathing down your neck about what to do and when…

“Why can Bepo talk?” You ask, trailing behind Law on your way back from training. It was a few days after your confrontation with him on the submarine and you had continued your training without addressing it again. 

“What?” Law replies. 

“He’s a bear… but he’s also like… a person? I’ve seen him swim so obviously it’s not a devil fruit situation…” 

“You’ve never seen a mink?”

“A who now?”

“A mink? The people from Zou?”

“Nope.” 

Law sighs. 

“They’re a race of bipedal animal beings. History says humans evolved from them, we just became less hairy.”

“So everyone there is a polar bear?” You cock your head. 

Law sighs again, frustrated. 

“No. They’re all different mammals. How have you not heard of this? I thought you said your doctor was deer?”

“A reindeer. And no, Chopper’s a real reindeer, he just ate the Human-Human fruit.” You respond. 

“Hmm… Interesting.” 

Several more minutes pass with no sounds except the squelching of your boots in the mud underneath you as you made you way back to compound. Law glances back at you. 

“So… ah..” Law begins, uncomfortably. “Do you like to have coffee?”

You furrow your brow. 

“Like… in general? Do I enjoy coffee?” You respond, confused. 

“No, shit, I mean like…” Law stumbles over his words. This was very much not like the composed, mysterious pirate captain you trained with. “What I mean is, do you want to have a coffee later? In my office.”

Those last words almost looked like they pained him to get out. 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. 

“Oh! Well I…” You begin. 

“I got some books when we went to town the other day, I want to show you a few things from them. It might help with developing your devil fruit ability.” Law quickly interrupts. 

“Right, well… it’s tomato season so I’ve got a bunch of work to do in the garden, then I’ve got kitchen duty for dinner… but if you can put one of the guys on dishes I think I can stop by afterwards.” 

“I can do that.” 

— — 

“Daisyyyy! Shachi is hogging the sandwiches!” 

You spin around with a grilled cheese in your mouth. 

“Shachi if you don’t let that plate go I’m going to set you on fire!”

“Jeez, okay mom.” Shachi rolls his eyes and passes the plate of sandwiches to Penguin.

You wolf down the rest of your dinner and pour a hefty bowl of soup to set on a little tray. You place a spoon and a napkin on the tray. You ball up the dishtowel on your shoulder in your hands and throw it at Shachi’s head. 

“Your greedy ass is on dish duty tonight, I have a meeting.” 

“Oh a meeting?” Ikkaku raises an eyebrow over her bowl of soup. 

“Yes a meeting to make sure your captain doesn’t die of scurvy and malnutrition. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You push out of the galley with the tray of soup and head to Law’s office. 

Upon reaching his door, you knock with your heel due to your hands being full. The door cracks open with some unseen force… oh yeah.. the room thing…

“Supper’s on!” You smile while pushing the door open with your shoulder. You see Law at his desk with stacks of old, coverless tomes surrounding him. The books had notes crudely shoved into certain pages. He looks up from the text briefly to beckon you into his office further. You set the bowl of soup and a spoon in front of Law on his desk after folding up the book he was actively reading. 

“Eat. You’re borderline skeletal.” You meet his eyes then nod towards the food. 

Law hums and picks up the bowl.

“Its tomato and egg soup, I grew the tomatoes myself and I added some white pepper and ginger. Tell me if you think it’s-“

Law gulped down the entire bowl in a few seconds and wiped his mouth with his hand. He placed the empty bowl back down on his desk. You raised your brow in surprise. 

“Gods when was the last time you ate?”

“Hmm… yesterday?” Law grabs one of the books from his many stacks and opens to a marked page. 

“These are texts on medieval creatures. It’s not devil fruits, but it might help us figure out what you’re capable of. If you look here- wait. I promised you coffee, didn’t I?”

You smile a little. 

“That you did.” 

“Well, excuse me then.” Law stands, shut the book and moves towards his coffee maker in the corner of his office. 

As Law fiddles with his espresso machine, you take the time to get a good look around the room. You had barely spent any time in here so you wanted to see what Trafalgar Law, Surgeon of Death keeps in his safe space. It was bookshelves, mostly. The antique wood of the bookcases and the worn leather and suede of the furniture was sure a stark contrast to the cold steel flooring and walls. Everything was meticulously clean and organized, except there were tiny little human touches that didn’t go unnoticed by your. His wastebasket was full of empty shrimp-chip bags, crushed energy drink cans, and salt water taffy wrappers. This must be what he lives on when you don’t force him to eat. 

“For a doctor,  your diet sucks.” You chuckle as Law returns to the desk with two cups of coffee in hand. He hands you one and sits back down in his desk chair. He smirks. 

“I forget about food.” 

“That’s insane.”

“Is it?”

“Food is… so important! It fuels your body! Your brain! You can’t live off caffeine and carbs… but I think you know that, doc.”

Law rolls his eyes. “Thank you for the soup.” He opens a drawer in his desk and roots around before pulling out a small bottle of whiskey. He pours a shot or two into his coffee before handing you the bottle. 

“Is this a good idea, after what happened the last time we drank together, Mr Trafalgar?” You smile cheekily at him before grabbing the bottle and pouring some into your cup of coffee. 

Law blushes. Oh gods you had never seen him blush before. He was quite adorable when he was flustered… 

Law makes a hand gesture as if it say “shut up” and cracks his book open again. 

“A wyvern is much like a traditional dragon… scales, breathing fire, long tail, but the difference, as you know would be the wings. It’s clear you’ve harnessed quite a few of these attributes, but you’ve failed to unlock your full Zoan form. I think if you look at these pictures and notes, you might find some information that might help you.”

You look down at the dusty page. It was filled with vicious, fire breathing dragons ripping the heads off unsuspecting villagers. 

“I…. I don’t know if I was to be just like… that…” You point down at the page. 

“Of course not. That’s why you need to learn to control yourself and your abilities before you assume your final form and-“ 

“So I have to stop accidentally burning your eyebrows off?” You interject.

“That would be appreciated, yes.” Law responds, playfully annoyed. “Once you can burn my eyebrows off on purpose, we can move forward.” 

You snort-laugh into your spiked coffee. Was he funny? Or was it the whiskey talking? First you think he’s cute, now you think he’s funny? Was it a full moon? Were you finally losing it?

“What’s with all those newspapers?” You take another sip of your drink and stand up. You walk towards the stack of old newspapers at the bottom of one of Law’s bookcases. 

“It’s not for the newspapers. It’s for the comics.” 

You nod your head down and give him a look. 

“The comics?”

“Sora, Warrior of the Sea. It’s the greatest comic ever made. I have ever single issue ever made.” 

“hmm… never heard of it.” You say as you flip through the stack. 

“What? You’ve never heard of Sora? Stealth Black? It’s been running in the WENP for years.” Law asks. 

“Nope, nothing rings a bell.”

“Grab the bottom one. Bring it here.” 

You oblige and carefully pull Issue 1 from the bottom of the stack of papers. You bring it over to Law’s desk and he flips open immediately to the beginning of the comic strip. “See look, this is Sora. He’s a marine hero, and he fights against Germa 66. He’s got this robot here, see?” 

Law points at the comic on the page and you listen intently. As he explains the years long lore of this fictional hero, you notice a certain sparkle in the pirate captain’s eye. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the figures on the crusty old newspaper page with awe and splendor. You listened for what felt like ages about this nerdy comic strip, but you were mesmerized at the sight of Law finally showing interest in something. 

“So who is this guy?” You point at a character on the page. 

“Good question, this is a new character in this chapter so… wait you’re actually listening?” Law turns to finally meet your gaze. 

“… yes? Why would I not be?” You cock your head. 

“I-I just thought you’d be.. bored… or something..” Law still looks at the page. 

“I’m not bored. I’ve never read this before. It’s interesting. Can we read one more? Tomorrow’s Sunday… no bed time, am I right?” You ask. 

“O-Of course! If you want to!” Law quickly moves from his desk and grabs Issue 2 from the stack. He hurries back to his desk and opens up to the first comic panel. 

“I-If you really want to see the art, you can move your chair over here…” Law scoots his desk chair over to make space for you on his side of the desk. 

You oblige and move your chair to the other side of the desk so that you and Law were sitting shoulder to shoulder. He points to a character in the comic. “So if you see here…” 

Law rambles through the entirety of the comic book with great interest. You alternate looking from the page to his shining face as he smiles, explaining the deep lore behind the story. You had never seen Law so impassioned about anything, let alone a nerdy piece of print media. The hour was drawing late and you yawn involuntarily. 

“Hey, you should get to bed. You worked hard today.” Law closes the old newspaper. 

“Hm. Thanks. You know I really want to hear more about Sora. Maybe we can read more another time?” You ask.

“R-really? I mean.. Yes. We can do that. Enjoy your day off.” Law replies with wide eyes.

“Goodnight, Law.” You smile as you head towards the door of Law’s office. 

“Goodnight.”

You shut the cold steel door behind you and return to your room. Halfway through trudging through the base you realize you had a stupid grin plastered across your face. It was so fascinating to see such an uptight and cold man let loose and info dump about his special interests. He liked superhero comics. How were you supposed to ignore how cute that was?

You sigh and push open the metal door to your room. 

“Well, well, well.” 

“Ah!” You jolt in surprise. 

“It’s 12:30 AM. Where were you, miss girl?” Ikkaku cocks her head as she closes the gossip magazine she was reading while lounging on top of your bed. 

“I-I told you I had a meeting!” You respond defensively. 

“Alone? With the captain? Until the wee hours of the morning? Hmm?”

“OK don’t ‘miss girl’ me! He had some books he needed to show me!” You unzip your jumpsuit and start to brush your hair out for bed.

“That man doesn’t let anyone in his office for more than 10 minutes, let alone several hours! What the hell were you talking about!” Ikkaku asks you in an accusatory fashion. 

“Oh my GODS, nothing! He wanted me to learn about my devil fruit powers and we got side tracked talking about that weird comic he likes!” 

“Sora?”

“Yes, Sora. The Sea Warrior guy.” 

“Damn.” Ikkaku opens up the magazine again and looks down. 

“What?” 

“He didn’t tell us about his boy-crush on Sora for YEARS! And you’re already reading it with him after a few months? You think I’m stupid?”

“What do you mean? Of course I don’t think that!”

“He likes you. Clearly. Do you like him?” Ikkaku cuts straight to the point. 

“I… I don’t know yet.” You sit down on the bed next to her as you stripped yourself of your clothes. Ikkaku wraps an arm around you. 

“And that’s okay. Just… be careful. You’ve been through enough, I’d hate to see you get your heart broken too.”

You sigh, relaxing into your pillows. 

“I know… Hey… please don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” You look at her. 

“of course.” Ikkaku holds out her pinky to you and you smile and hook it with your own. You press your foreheads together and laugh. 

“Shit, if he starts getting laid it might be a lot more chill around here.”

You smack Ikkaku on the shoulder and the both of you fall into a fit of laughter. 

— — 

The next morning you wake up at your own pace, thrilled to not have to train. You throw on some sweatpants and decide it’s time to get some breakfast. As you swing open the door to your stateroom you notice an ugly, dirty glass vase filled with marigolds and coneflowers at your doorstep. 

You lean down and pick up the bouquet. It was put together haphazardly, but you recognized the blooms. These were from your garden. You pick up the arrangement and bring it to your nose, inhaling its fresh airy scent. You turn back and place the flowers on your vanity before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. 

Ikkaku was at the stove making rice and eggs. You come up behind her and pinch her hip. 

“Good morning.”

“Morning, sunshine!” Ikkaku turns her head and smiles at you. “I made a plate for you and one for the captain. Can you drop it by his room?” She smirks. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Yes ma’am.” You grab both plates and head to Law’s office. 

Once reaching his door you shout instead of knocking. 

“Chow time, Cap!”

The door opens and you push yourself in. 

Law raises his head from his desk and clears it from the medical journals he was reading. 

“Good morning.” You smile. 

“Good morning, back.” Law looks at the plate you placed in front of him. “Guessing you weren’t on kitchen duty this morning?”

You laugh. 

“Ikkaku makes a fine breakfast, you’re just getting spoiled.” 

The two of you eat breakfast in silence for awhile. 

“Y-You saw the flowers?” Law stutters out in between mouthfuls of rice. 

“I did. They’re lovely.” You smirk. “So you snuck out into my garden and picked my flowers to give them to me?” You ask with a playful smile. 

“T-that’s… the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.. when you say it like that…” Law puts his fork down and rubs his eyes. Your heart pangs with sympathy. The man had tried. 

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts. I loved them.” You finish your plate of food. 

Law still doesn’t meet your gaze. 

“Thank you for breakfast.” He says while finishing his plate. 

“Thank you for the flowers, Law.” You picked up his plate and stacked it with yours. Before grabbing the tableware you make your way around Law’s desk. 

You grab Law’s cheek in one hand and lean forward to kiss his other cheek. You let your lips linger on his skin before pulling back. Law freezes. 

You take the dishes out of his office and back to the kitchen to clean. As you wash the dishes, you can’t help but worry… were you really going to get involved with this man? This relationship would have an expiration date… would that be fair to either of you? Did you care? He made butterflies erupt in your chest simply by being vulnerable… there was no denying that you felt something from that kiss, too. The noise in your head was too loud. It was time to take your red satchel and head out to the garden shed…

xx

Authors Note:

chapter 11! it's here! If you guys have suggestions on where you want this to go from here, I'd love to hear them! I have a few thoughts floating around but I'm open to suggestion! Law is just such an awkward loser nerd in my head that's why I simply have to write him as one. (He might close the deal soon thought hehehehe)

[konohokelly]

LEECH - Sejanus Plinth (2/2)

Leeches are segmented parasitic or predatory worms that comprise the subclass Hirudinea.

Summary: Hirudinea Snow is going to baby-trap Sejanus Plinth to get her hands on the Plinth fortune. Warnings: Sex, manipulation, sexual assault (baby-trapping), toxicity, OC is a bitch, Sejanus is too good for her, OC is a bad person through and through, OC is a Capitol supremacist, Coriolanus is a weirdo Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Minors DNI Slight Hilarius Heavensbee x MC MC is fem and named but her appearance is never explicitly described.

Borders by @saradika on tumblr

"Don't worry about what I'm doing. Snow lands on top."

Coriolanus wondered what his cousin meant by that. He guessed at what petty schemes she could have been up to, but he didn’t expect it to lead him here:

Standing against the living room wall, fuming as Hirudinea presented the family with the gifts showered upon her by her official boyfriend of a month now, Sejanus Plinth.

"And this is for you, Grandma'am, isn't it stunning?" Hirudinea said as she wrapped the mink scarf around her grandmother's neck.

"Oh, my sweet girl, it's beautiful," Grandma'am beamed in front of the tall mirror. The air of pride she had been without for so long felt like it had returned.

"I just knew you would love it."

Grandma'am turned to Hirudinea, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"So thoughtful of you, my darling. You must thank the Heavensbees. Their son is such a good, generous boy."

Hirudinea hadn't told Grandma'am about the breakup or Sejanus yet. She knew the woman would be upset that her granddaughter wasn't with her own kind and she would force Hirudinea to cut off the Plinth heir before her goal was reached.

"I'll pass the message along..." she lied.

Tigris smiled at her grandmother's merriment.

She was glad Hirudinea had found a boy who was so taken with her, even though her sister couldn't tell Grandma'am who the boy really was.

Sejanus treated her sister well and made sure to be just as giving to the rest of the Snow family.

Tigris herself held a length of luxurious fabric on her lap, a gift from Sejanus.

Hirudinea was over the moon; she couldn't have picked a better mark.

Even without a baby, dating Sejanus came with perks. He was nothing if not giving, and my, how Hirudinea would take.

All she had to do was mention something she wanted in passing, and it didn't take long before it showed up to her apartment with love notes attached, singing her highest praise.

Of course, she hardly ever read them.

"You know you don't have to get me all this stuff; I'm not with you for your money," she would say to him, lying to his face.

"I know, but I want to do this for you. You're my girl, and I want to make sure you know how special you are to me. Besides, it's not like I use my allowance to do much anyways."

It sickened her that his allowance could afford such luxury while she had to scrounge together pennies for her life's savings.

Most of the gifts she received from him ended up pawned off to pay for upkeep and taxes.

Hirudinea had Sejanus completely whipped, and it was obvious. The curly-haired boy was never a big spender but would buy her the world if he could.

'Sejanus can't afford the world on his allowance yet, but maybe Strabo Plinth can; that's where my baby will come in handy.'

"Corio," Hirudinea called across the room from where she and Grandma'am inspected their new clothes, "A basket came with the rest of my things. Be a dear and check what's inside?"

He huffed but checked the basket anyways. It was full to the brim with homemade cookies.

"Baked goods from Mrs. Plinth," he informed gloomily.

Hirudinea turned from the mirror with a large fur coat adorning her shoulders and walked over.

The girl picked up one cookie, biting into it without a second thought.

"Blagh," she grimaced, spitting out the treat, "Raisins! Disgusting. Leave it to the Plinths to ruin a perfectly good cookie with nasty, cheap raisins."

She spoke as if her family could even afford that.

"It was a kind gesture, Dinea. I'm sure Mrs. Plinth meant no harm by it," Tigris reasoned.

"Whatever," Hirudinea scoffed, moving on to try on more clothes.

This was the Hirudinea that Coriolanus knew; condescending and cruel.

If Sejanus didn't see it, then he was either more stupid than Coriolanus thought or Hirudinea was more cunning than she had let on all these years.

Or maybe it was a mixture of both.

Hilarius Heavensbee was understandably upset by the news of the latest relationship in the Academy. He had tried in vain to win Hirudinea back, but nothing worked.

Her friends had been in shock at the news too. After all, Hirudinea had always been just as unsettled by Sejanus' presence among them as Arachne and Livia had been.

The two, along with Hilarius, assumed the couple wouldn't last long, and eventually, Hirudinea would remember where she belongs.

But by the third month of their apparent relationship, Hirudinea and Sejanus were still a constant fixture at each other's sides.

He followed her around like a lost puppy, and she happily fell into his open arms.

School was usually Coriolanus's safe haven from his cousin, but being Sejanus's only friend, he was forced to be around her much more than he liked. He had to watch them kiss and hold hands throughout the day.

Watching Hirudinea act like a changed woman in front of Sejanus made Coriolanus's head hurt.

He even began to fondly recall the days she had been with Hilarius, when the pair would argue incessantly about anything and everything.

At least then, she allowed her venom to flow freely.

Hirudinea pushed Sejanus against the wall of the janitors closet. They were in his father's office building and things were heating up.

It was the weekend, and he was supposed to be observing how his father runs the business, but when his beautiful girlfriend had showed up and whispered dirty things in his ear, he couldn't help but wander away after her.

He ended up moving from the wall to a nearby chair, trousers and boxers around his ankles as she knelt before him.

"Fuck" he cursed under his breath when she wrapped her fingers around his base of his veiny cock.

Hirudinea flattened her tongue against his tip, massaging his slit as he let out a soft grunt.

She raised her head, gathering saliva in her mouth, before leaning over him and letting it all fall onto his member.

With the hand on his base, she stroked his slowly but firmly, coating his entire cock with the liquid. Eventually adding another hand.

She twisted her wrists, wringing his cock hard.

Occasionally, she would wrap her lips around the tip and suck.

He bit into his hand in an attempt to muffle his sounds, but it didn't do much to conceal the throaty groans escaping him.

"Please, baby" he whimpered pathetically.

She chuckled darkly.

With her lips around him, she sank down, opening her throat to take him as deep as possible, making sure he hit the back of her throat.

Sejanus moaned deeply. His hips thrusting up against his will due to the sensations of her fingers and mouth.

He clenched his fists to prevent them from coming to the back of her head and keeping her there.

He was losing it, and it was making her wetness grow.

"So good, baby" he moaned with half lidded eyes.

He was close and she could tell.

But she didn't want his spend in her mouth. She needed it inside her.

Hirudinea let him go, making him whine at the loss of stimulation.

She sat on his lap, grinding her cunt against his manhood.

"I wish I could feel you without anything between us" she whispered.

It would be good for her pregnancy timeline to fuck him raw a few times, but she would be okay with it if he still wanted to use a condom.

She'd prepared so many and still had three left.

Glancing at the front pocket of her bag, she could see one, two, thre-

Wait, there were only two, that couldn't be right.

"I want to feel you too, baby. Can I? I'll pull out, I swear. I just need you so bad" he promised, holding her face in his hands.

She could work with this.

"Do you care about me?" She asked with intensity behind her voice

"Of course, Dinea. I lo-I care about you so much"

"Then don't pull out"

His eyes glistened. It felt like he was dreaming.

All he'd wanted to do since she gave him permission to touch her was cum deep inside her.

Arms wrapped around his neck, she raised her hips and to circle her entrance with his tip before slipping onto his cock.

She struggled a little, but her spit and wetness provided extra lubrication. Although they had slept together many times, she still wasn't fully used to taking his large cock.

She sank all the way down, pressing her ass against his heavy balls.

The groan that erupted from Sejanus's throat was so deep it became a growl.

Finally losing all semblance of control, he gripped her hips and began bouncing her on his cock, thrusting his hips upwards to meet hers.

The friction from his hair and happy trail against her clit was incredible. She threw her head back and moaned.

Sejanus drew her head forward and kissed her deeply. Grunting and groaning against her mouth and swallowing her moans.

He reached a hand down, swiping at her clit and forcing her towards an orgasm.

He was already close before, so when she felt his cock twitch, she knew to push him over the edge.

"You wanna cum in me, baby -oh!" she jumped when he gave her a particularly harsh thrust.

"Ugh, fuck yes, sweetheart. I want to fill your pussy up with my cum" his voice slurred, he was drunk on the feeling of her pussy squeezing him hard.

"Gonna put my fucking load in this tight, wet pussy"

His fingers moved faster against her pleasure button.

"I need your cum, Sej" There was an ominous reality to her words he didn't realize, "Are you going to give it to me?"

"I'm going to give it to you, baby. You take my cock so well, makes me want to fill you up so bad - oh shit-"

Fuck, he was coming.

His pace became erratic, and he chanted her name over and over.

His fingers swiped at her clit one last time, and she clenched hard as she came, head thrown back in ecstasy.

He held her tight as he pumped his cum into her for the first time. Cock pulsing as he released everything he had into her womb.

They sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily as they regained their bearings.

Once they caught their breaths, he gently raised her off his softening cock, holding her firmly as he stood and giving her a passionate kiss.

They quietly got dressed.

A calm had settled in the air, and he enjoyed the time they had until they had to leave the sanctuary of the closet.

Unfortunately, it didn't last as long as he wanted.

An Avox walked into the janitors closet, clearly searching for something.

The mute man stared with wide eyes at the scene before him.

Sejanus felt like he had been caught doing something wrong.

Hirudinea scoffed at the intruder,

"And what are you looking at? Huh? It's not like you're going to tell someone. Leave! Before I decide to have you punished."

The Avox rushed out, bowing in apology.

Sejanus held her elbow gently, guiding her to look at him. "Sweetheart, there was no need for that."

'Shit.'

After playing the repentant bully for so long, her mask had slipped.

"I'm sorry. You know how I get sometimes," she looked down in mock shame.

"I'm trying to be better, but it's hard to unlearn the things that have been drilled into me for so long. This isn't who I am. Please don't be upset, Sej," Hirudinea began to cry.

It was her usual "get out of revealing your true self" card with him.

Sejanus' eyes softened; he couldn't stand to see his girlfriend cry, and he hated the fact that she thought he was angry with her.

"It's okay; you're trying to be better, that's more than most people ever do. I know that's not you anymore, Dinea."

She quickly kissed him, feeling any leftover worry melt away from him.

In reality, Hirudinea didn't care about some tongueless traitor to Panem, and it disgusted her that he did. Even now, with a purebred Capitol girlfriend, he still found camaraderie with rebels.

'You can take the boy out of the Districts, but you really can't take the Districts out of the boy.'

'It's not a big deal,' she told herself later that day after failing to find the missing condom anywhere.

But it was a big deal; it could mean a huge wrench had been thrown in her plans.

Hirudinea had allowed herself to be weak a few months ago,

The day after sleeping with Sejanus for the first time, the heaviness of what she had just initiated fully hit her.

In need of familiarity, she had found herself bent over a desk in an empty classroom while Hilarius thrust into her from behind.

But had he used one of her sabotaged condoms? He knew the front pocket of her bag was where she kept the contraceptives; she had done it when they were dating, and they would have been easy for him to reach.

How did she get herself into this mess?

The sun rose over the Plinth house as Sejanus was awoken from his slumber by his alarm clock.

He stretched an arm over Hirudinea's sleeping form to turn off the device.

She hadn’t heard it.

She was a deep sleeper and with the combination of Sejanus's plush mattress with 1000 thread count sheets and the rigorous 'physical activity' they were up to the night before, she was absolutely knocked out.

Sejanus leaned over Hirudinea, pressing a kiss to her forehead before gently shaking her awake.

"Time to get up, sweetheart" he whispered.

He was reluctant to leave the little domestic sphere they had created in his bedroom, but he knew they needed to prepare for school.

She sluggishly rose, standing and stretching her arms over her head.

"I'll start the shower" she told him "Before you join me, darling, could you please make sure the servants prepare my breakfast exactly the way I like it? Yesterday's service was absolutely sub-par"

"I-" Sejanus didn’t even finish his sentence before Hirudinea shut the bathroom door behind her.

Her morning showers at the Plinth house were usually her was bliss.

Hirudinea had made a habit of staying the night with Sejanus. She adored getting to wake up on a luxurious bed, bathe with high-end products and sit down to an elegant breakfast.

It as a preview of what was to come, the life she would soon be living.

But this morning, she found herself under the steam of hot water, pre-occupied by thoughts of impending doom.

Her doctor’s appointment was scheduled for the evening.

Today was the day she would find out if she was pregnant and if she was, she had no idea who the father could be.

Mrs Plinth smiled lightly as she watched her son walk hand-in-hand with his girlfriend to the car.

The two weren’t aware she knew the girl had been spending the night, but it brought the woman much delight to stand by her window, overlooking the front yard, and know in her heart she raised a good and sweet boy as she saw Sejanus open the door for Hirudinea and guide her inside.

Sejanus had never been so happy for so long since they came to the Capitol, and it was all due to the Snow girl that stole his heart.

When Hirudinea was at their house, she didn’t do much (or any) kitchen work with her boyfriends mother, like a district girl would.

She would stand uncomfortably in a corner of the kitchen, occasionally commenting on the progress being made with the baking until Sejanus would come in and drag Hirudinea away, informing his mother that Hirudinea isn’t used to doing housework.

Mrs Plinth liked the girl regardless, after all, she filled Sejanus with such joy that the boy would constantly gush to his mother about love and soul mates and weddings.

Hirudinea was good for her son.

"What is it?" Strabo asked behind her, getting ready to leave for the office.

"Nothing" Mrs Plinth said softly, closing the curtain as the car pulled away.

It was official.

Hirudinea Snow was pregnant at eighteen.

She paid for the test with one of the watches Sejanus bought her.

When she thought of this moment months ago, she imagined there would be a feeling of fear at the knowledge that she was with child.

But no, all her dread came from the fact that she couldn't be sure who the father of her baby was.

She was supposed to have Sejanus Plinth's baby— the child that would be her family's ticket to a better life.

But if it was Hilarius's baby, then had she ruined her reputation for nothing? Had she just created another mouth for the Snows to feed?

No.

She decided it didn't matter.

Regardless of who the father of this child was, she would claim it was Sejanus.

Sejanus Plinth would be saddled with the responsibility, and his family would be her cash cows.

His name would be on the birth certificate.

Sejanus had been confused when his girlfriend cancelled their date only to tell him to meet her at a park near the Corso.

He knew enough that when a girl says she needs to talk, it's not a good sign.

"Hi," he said softly as he approached, a nervous smile on his face.

He took a seat right next to her on the bench, handing her the flowers he had gotten—red roses, her favorites.

"Hi," she replied, barely looking at him.

"What's wrong, Dinea?" He was too anxious to beat around the bush.

"Nothing, it's just..." she paused, letting a single tear fall. She had practiced that trick all night. "...It's just that if I tell you this...you may not want to be with me anymore."

This filled him with sadness. How could she think there was anything that would make him leave her?

Was she sick? Was she in trouble? Had she taken a liking to someone else? He would work through anything to be with her.

"Whatever it is, we can get through it."

"Do you promise, Sej?"

"I promise," he took her hands in his own, a comforting gesture.

She took a deep breath for believability, giving it a beat of silence before spilling,

"I'm pregnant."

Sejanus blanched.

He didn't say anything; he didn't know what to say.

He was going to be a dad. HE WAS GOING TO BE A DAD.

He didn't feel ready; he hadn't done anything to make his kid proud yet. He hadn't helped to make the world a better place.

But then he thought of the fact that she was going to make him a dad, and suddenly everything was alright.

Hirudinea was the light of his life, the reason he felt anything was possible.

He had every intention to marry and have children with her one day. So what if the order of things got mixed up?

"I-I'm going to be a dad," he thought out loud, a smile cracking onto his face. "We're having a kid."

"You're happy?"

She expected him to take responsibility and be naively glad, but she didn't expect him to be over the moon about it.

"Of course I am," he holds her face in both hands. "There's nobody I would rather be doing this with than you."

He looked to her for permission before pressing his hand to her stomach.

"I love you, Dinea," he admitted.

She definitely wasn't expecting that.

Hirudinea kissed him hard, hoping it would suffice as a reply.

When Hirudinea told her family they were invited to dinner at the Plinth residence, none of them knew what to think.

Coriolanus and Tigris weren't anticipating 'dinner at the in-laws house' so soon, and Grandma'am couldn't imagine for the life of her what business Hirudinea had with the Plinths.

As far as Grandma'am knew, the girl had always been smart enough to keep her distance from them and their unruly son.

The meal went smoothly, and the conversation was agreeable.

It was obvious to everyone that Hirudinea and Sejanus were excited about something. The pair giggled like children every time one looked at the other.

The whole table was curious.

It wasn't until the end of the meal, when the dishes had been cleared, that, holding hands, the couple stood to make an announcement.

Grandma'am gasped at the display.

Hirudinea began, "I'm sure you're all wondering the reason we called you here tonight, and it's because we have some very important news."

Sejanus gave her hand a gentle squeeze and continued, "We wanted our families to be the first to know that... we're having a baby."

Sejanus and Hirudinea waited eagerly for a reaction, but the silence at the table was palpable.

Scandalized, Grandma'am's hand rested on her chest.

It was Strabo who broke the silence first when he pushed his chair back loudly and walked out of the room.

Sejanus sent his girlfriend a look of apology, guiding her to sit down before following his father out.

Mrs. Plinth stood next, apologizing profusely before leaving.

"Of all the irresponsible things you have done!" Strabo shouted at a rattling volume.

He was standing behind the desk in his study, glaring daggers at his son on the other side of the room.

"What's irresponsible about having a baby with the girl I love?! But you, how could you just leave like that when she's so vulnerable. Go out there and apologize now!" Sejanus wasn't having any of it.

He wouldn’t allow his father make Hirudinea feel small.

"Apologize? You just barely turned 18, Sejanus. You haven't even graduated yet. What do you two know about anything? About raising a child? About being a father?"

Sejanus took a step towards his father. "Don't talk to me about raising a child! You know, there's more to being a father than throwing money around."

Mrs. Plinth gasped. "Sejanus!"

"No, Ma. Dinea and I are going to raise our baby a different way. If he doesn't want to be involved in the baby's life, he doesn't have to be. We'll go somewhere else."

Strabo scoffed. "And where is that?"

"Back to 2. I'll work as a medic in the quarries. We'll have each other, and that's the only thing that matters. We'll go somewhere we can be together like a family." Sejanus said naively but with the best of intentions.

If Hirudinea was in the room, she would have wrung Sejanus's neck out by now.

Mrs. Plinth grabbed onto her son's shoulders. "Sejanus please, don't say that. You have school and-"

"None of it matters if we're not in a home where Dinea and the baby are loved."

"But you’re loved here"

"Not by him!"

Sejanus smiled softly. "It's okay, Ma, I love her and she loves me. It's all we need. We'll be fine."

Mrs. Plinth turned to her husband. "Strabo, I'm begging you. It doesn't have to be like this."

Though he tried to look tough, Strabo didn't want his son to leave. He loved Sejanus, even if he didn't always show it the right way.

He realized reluctantly that he would have to find a way to deal with this.

It wasn't so bad after all; his grandchild was to be mothered by a Snow, one of the oldest, most respectable families in Panem.

It wasn't like Hirudinea was some random girl.

He thought long and hard and decided this wasn't bad at all.

It was amazing!

It was the start of a new era for the Plinth family, where they would receive more respect from the people of the Capitol.

This could work.

Back in the dining room, the extremely muffled voices of father and son could be heard engaged in an intense argument. The only other sound in the room was Grandma'am's wails of despair. Tigris held the old woman, who dramatically sought to sink to the floor.

Hirudinea rolled her eyes at the display.

"How long have you known?!" Coriolanus asked; the anger was evident in his voice.

"A few days," Hirudinea shrugged.

She knew her family would make a big deal out of it.

"You've known for days, and you didn't tell anyone? You didn't tell me?" Tigris gasped sadly.

Tigris had been there for Hirudinea since she was a baby; she held her sister's hand when the younger girl took her first steps, taught her sister how to read, ushered her through the scare of her first period.

Hirudinea shrugged, swirling the drink in her glass with a bored expression, "We're telling you now."

Coriolanus rose and slammed his hands down on the table. He had been annoyed with Hirudinea before, and he had disliked her actions before, but he never thought he'd come to be disgusted by her.

"How dare you, Dinea! How could you do this with him?" Coriolanus whispered the last part through gritted teeth. Hirudinea Snow, the most arrogant and stuck-up bitch he knew, knocked up by a boy from District 2 and proud?

"Do you even know how this reflects on all of us, you stupid fucking slut?!" Coriolanus yelled.

Tigris, on the other hand, wasn't angry, just disappointed. Raising kids wasn't easy; she would know, she raised two. The disappointment only grew when she remembered—

"We're finished!" Grandma'am cried. "Oh, you've ruined us, Hirudinea."

"Grandma'am, please," Tigris tried to console her grandmother to no avail.

"We'll never be able to show our faces again. The whole Capitol will know that my Hirudinea spread her legs for some filthy District boy!"

Tigris tried to shush the old woman, not wanting to offend their hosts.

"How could you do this to poor Hilarius? After all he's done for us," Grandma'am wept.

Hirudinea laughed. "Hilarius? I might as well tell you now, Hilarius and I haven't been together for ages. I've been lying for months."

Grandma'am nearly keeled over at the news.

Hirudinea continued, "All those pretty gifts were courtesy of Sejanus Plinth and how much he loves fucking me—"

Grandma'am rose and pointed a harsh finger. "Bite your tongue, you dirty little whore."

Hirudinea shook her head in exasperation, "Oh, please," she brushed off the insult.

Coriolanus wished he had the presence of mind to be happy his cousin was finally being reprimanded by the matriarch, but he was just sooo mad.

What was Dinea thinking?

As much as he tried not to, he could imagine it, Hirudinea under Sejanus, begging for his cum.

He wanted to throw up.

"This is too far, even for you," he seethed "I always knew you were a cheap skank but if-"

The door opened, and the dining room fell back to silence as the Plinths returned.

The Snows composed themselves as to not show weakness in front of their lessers.

As everyone took their seats, Sejanus brought Hirudinea's hand to his lips and placed a reassuring kiss there.

"My apologies for the way I left the room," Strabo said. "My shock outweighed my judgment. I should have been more thoughtful at this trying time."

"It's quite alright, sir." Hirudinea said.

The rest of her family maintained tight faces, adding to the tense environment in the room.

It was obvious they were displeased with the situation they had found themselves.

"Have you two discussed things yet?" Mrs. Plinth asked trying to lighten the mood. "What doctor you'll be seeing? Your prenatal vitamins?"

Hirudinea gave an innocent smile. "Oh, I already take vitamins. Vitamin C in the morning and vitamin D at night."

All the adults and Coriolanus stared in disbelief.

This was not someone ready to have a baby.

Tigris buried her head in her hands and let out a quiet sob.

Hirudinea knew how stupid she sounded but needed to look incompetent for her plan to work.

Mrs. Plinth and Strabo shared a look.

He nodded to his wife before speaking, "We understand that pregnancy isn't easy and things don't get easier when the baby comes, so to alleviate the burden on your family, why don't you come live here with us, Hirudinea?" Strabo offered.

Sejanus smiled hopefully, "We'll take care of you, sweetheart. I'll be here the whole time, and we'll go to doctor's visits together and make the nursery." He was already dreaming of what came next.

Hirudinea knew she wouldn't be caught dead covered in paint, building a nursery. That's what Avoxes are for. But she kissed him softly, playing up the love-dumb-girl act for his family.

Mrs. Plinth clasped her hands at the loving display.

Hirudinea wouldn’t mind living with the Plinths, although they irritated her with their strange mannerisms, their home had become a welcome getaway from her problems.

And by now, the servants along with Mrs Plinth and Sejanus were used to serving her hand and foot.

It would also help with keeping her hidden away before she announced the pregnancy to her classmates. She didn’t doubt that when she stopped showing up to school, her next floor neighbour, Arachne, would be at the penthouse door searching for answers.

Hirudinea looked at her lap like she was thinking before releasing a sigh and responding, "Thank you for your offer, Mr. Plinth. I would love to stay with your family and be close to Sejanus, but there's so much I'm needed for at home. Business has been going well, but there are still so many expenses and taxes. We're keeping up, but we all need to pull our weight."

The other Snows exchanged looks. Business wasn't going well, in fact, there was no business at all, and they definitely weren't keeping up with expenses.

"We would be happy to provide a stipend to make this period easier on you," Strabo said. "And also to sincerely apologize to the Snow family for this entire situation"

He was ecstatic to get his moment to show the Snows that his family would be more than adequate in caring for Hirudinea's needs. And since she was a girl of such good breeding, he would go all out.

He pulled out a small notepad and began jotting down some numbers. When he finished, he slid the page across to the pregnant girl.

"Will this amount suffice for each month?" He asked.

She took it and positioned the paper between herself and Coriolanus. 

The blonde boy had to stop himself from choking when he saw the number of zeros on the page. Hirudinea was taken aback too; this was way more than she was expecting. Not only would they be able to pay off the penthouse in a couple of months, but they could also afford new furniture and still have enough to send Coriolanus to university.

Grandma'am spoke first, "No amount-"

Tigris reacted quickly, taking the old woman's hands and gently but forcefully leading her out of the room.

"Yes" Coriolanus spoke up, "It will be sufficient"

Hirudinea almost laughed. It was funny how quick Coriolanus was to sell her body out for the right price.

"You're really willing to do this for Sej and I, Mr. and Mrs. Plinth?" The girl asked, excited.

"We're all going to be family soon, Dinea. It's what we do," Mrs. Plinth gave a warm smile.

"Thank you so much! Sej and I will be eternally grateful for this." She hugged Sejanus, who gladly received her.

Mrs. Plinth continued, "And call me Ma; your little one will be calling you that soon, too."

Hirudinea's smile falters for a millisecond, and only Coriolanus seems to take notice of it.

It was then that the reality of what had just happened hit him.

He would go to university, Grandma'am would be taken care of, the apartment and taxes wouldn't be a drain, and Tigris would get to focus on herself for once.

By becoming pregnant with Sejanus's child, Hirudinea had saved her family from further ruin.

Coriolanus's anger faded and was replaced by something else,

Respect, maybe?

"Everything will be okay, baby. We're going to be a family," Sejanus whispered to Hirudinea, placing a hand on her stomach.

Strabo lifts his glass,

"A toast, to the expecting parents and to future collaborations between the Snow and Plinth families,…and maybe even to a wedding someday soon?"

Coriolanus hadn't said much before leaving.

He congratulated Hirudinea and Sejanus and gave his cousin one last knowing nod, which she returned.

He stalked off to the car that was called for them; escorting Grandma'am away before she could disown her youngest granddaughter, who, unknown to her, was the family's saving grace.

Tigris lingered, conflicted with her emotions.

"Dinea," she called to her little sister who stood at her side near the car, "You know... I saw you a few months ago with the needle and the you-know-whats"

'Shit, how didn't I notice her? That fucking door!"

Hirudinea looked around, making sure the Plinths were far away.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sis," Hirudinea denied.

"I just don't understand why you did this."

The mother-to-be didn't like that one bit; how could her sister be confused about her motives?

"Isn't it obvious, Tigris? I wanted to do what you and Corio do. I wanted to help the family for once instead of always just taking."

"By attaching yourself to these nice people and using them? This isn't the way to do it—"

"So it's okay when you open your legs for a loaf of bread, but it's wrong when I do it to ensure our future?"

Hirudinea never liked hurting Tigris, but she was cornered.

She was always a bad sport.

"That's not— I just—Is it at least his baby?"

Tigris felt the need to ask. If her little sister could force a baby onto Sejanus, then what else could she do?

"Whatever baby I have will be Sejanus's child," Hirudinea stated.

That told Tigris everything she needed to know.

Her sister was fully content to use the poor boy to any end.

"Dinea," Sejanus said, walking up to them.

Hirudinea gave Tigris a look that said 'keep what you know to yourself,' before turning to smile at her boyfriend lovingly.

"It's been a long night; you should get some rest," Sejanus said with a big smile.

He'd been overjoyed since his father brought up marriage and she had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes.

She had no intention of tying herself to the Plinth's any further than with the baby.

"Yes, you're right, darling. I do feel a bit worn out. It must be the baby."

Sejanus placed a kiss on her lips. It was gentle and reminded Hirudinea of the one they shared when he'd walked her home that night, not so long ago.

Tigris sadly said her goodbyes and rushed to the vehicle.

As the car drove away, Tigris looked back one more time as Sejanus and Hirudinea walked past the doorway of the house.

The scene before her was of a boy head-over-heels in love with his pregnant girlfriend and the leech that would drain him without a second thought.

"I love you" Sejanus told his girlfriend tenderly as they headed for his bedroom, she was familiar with the route at this point.

A room had been prepared for her, but it was just out of courtesy, as Mr and Mrs Plinth knew the couple would be sleeping in the same bed. It didn’t matter anyhow, their son had already gotten her pregnant.

Hirudinea looked around at the gaudy splendour of the Plinth home and all the things she would enjoy from now on; all the things her child may one day inherit if she plays her cards right.

She would have to redecorate eventually, but for now she was content.

Feeling euphoric, as she had accomplished her goals, for the first time Hirudinea said words she never in her life thought she would:

"I love you too, Sejanus"

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[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 34: Promise

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

Let the games begin.

Time to put my social correlation to use. I follow Ada past the doors into the foundation building. The aroma of cigarettes and multiple perfumes hits me across the face and almost makes my eyes water. Supremely dressed noble people drink and chatter all around, all with the same bland smiles. The stemma of Shelbys and their connections. I head straight to the group of familiar Peaky Blinders.

“Glad ya made it!” Arthur greets.

“Nice getup, Verena!” 

“Thank you, Finn. You gentlemen all look dashing! Now what’s a girl gotta do to get a whiskey?”

In ten seconds flat a waiter appears with a glass. I shouldn't be drinking on the job but a little camouflage goes a long way. If I drink and mingle with ease then people will trust me. That and the dress. The beautiful dress fits me perfectly and with a little patience I’ve braided my hair into an intricate bun.

“Hello, my lovely.”

A gentle Irish voice turns me away and I’m faced with an aged priest. But instead of feeling comfort from this religious leader a sickening sensation spreads through my veins. Why does a man of God have such malice eyes?

“Father John Hughes,” he introduces himself.

I regain a soft expression but refused to offer a handshake. “Verena. Pleased to meet you.”

Thomas walks up with an equally terrifying stare. “I see you’ve already met our consultant for foreign affairs.”

Thank God! I don’t think I can handle this conversation alone- Wait. Thomas is leading me away. 

“Ms. Steenstra, you may be needed elsewhere,” he murmurs in my ear.

The hidden meaning in his words ring loud and clear. This business is not for you. He’s made another enemy.

“I understand.”

His hand on my back quickly pushes me to where Grace is standing. She herself is wearing a light cream dress with a matching mink shawl. And a gleaming sapphire around her neck.

“Sorry for the rushing,” I catch my breath. “That dress is stunning! And that rock on your neck catches every eye.”

She smiles and fingers the gem. “It was a gift from Tommy.”

“Oh, yes, Thomas. He tells me you mentioned my family,” I say nonchalantly but we both know what I mean.

“Verena, his company is everything to him. I am loyal to my husband and if your ties pose any threat then he needs to know.”

My grip on the glass tightens and I stare her straight in the eye. “Is that the only reason? My family has stayed dormant all these years and you think they’re a threat?”

She still looks at me the same way. Though she speaks with friendly terms there’s still a part of her that is reminded by my unfaltering love for Thomas. It’s not just my family. This is personal.

“You will never trust me,” I state out of the blue. It’s not a question because we both know the answer. “You will never accept me for loving this family. I am not here to impose or overstep my boundaries, Grace. I’m not attacking your love.”

This is the bullet I dodge. Love can be a powerful thing. Creator of passion, loyalty, happiness. And on the other hand distrust, bitterness, and jealousy. Yes I do work for one of the most upheld companies in Europe. But in the end my happiness comes from being their cheerful puppet.

“I do trust you,” Grace says after a moment of quiet. “That’s why I’m trusting you if something happens to me.”

My blood runs cold. “What are you implying?”

She keeps her face even and looks out at the people. “I’m a gangster’s wife. We both know that means death is always around the corner. If something happens it’ll be up to you to take care of Charles.”

Is she serious? “Thomas-”

“Is still Thomas. He’s too engrossed in his work. Promise me you’ll take care of them.”

Take care of them. And this is all on the concept of precaution. A guardian, in a way. Despite our bad past relations Grace is trusting me with her son. That’s far from keeping cross. She really does respect me.

“I promise.”

Grace hums and sips her own drink, still looking at the guests. “On another matter, congratulations on being hired as our foreign representative. Where do you plan on visiting?”

Excellent question. “If Thomas has no instructions for me then I plan to use my own connections to my advantage. I can meet with my uncle and get names for contacts in Europe, then work my way west. Back home there are many towns that would be willing to partner with us.”

“Oh really?” Thomas jumps into the conversation and takes Grace’s hand. “Do you girls only talk business?”

Grace kisses his cheek. “The usual catching up, Tommy.”

“I didn’t plan on coming but Ada insisted. Personally I think there’s too many elite people here for me to not stick out. My accent doesn’t help either.”

“Verena, would you mind giving us a moment?” Thomas asks.

“Of course. Enjoy your party, Mr. and Mrs. Shelby.”

It’s no trouble to give a couple their space, though I do appreciate him asking nicely. I depart and make my way back to where the rest of the Shelby men are. Arthur sees me and breaks into laughter.

“Oi, Verena! Tommy tells us you’ve got your own army, eh? Got some of your own mafia to back you up.”

My jaw drops. “Shush! Not here, Arthur! I have nothing of the sort! I’m not a member, I only have family who are members.”

Him and John drink up more alcohol while Michael observes with interest. He’s much more adapted than the last time I saw him. Something else that’s new is how Finn is trying to fit in with him.

“Care to dance?” He offers a hand.

I take it gracefully. “I’d love to, Finn.”

We go into a well-paced waltz, melting in with the rest of the dancers. I look over and have to keep from laughing when I see John’s jaw drop in shock.

“I didn’t know you could dance. Looks like John doesn’t either!”

Finn snickers. “Maybe you inspired it. But honestly I prefer your Charlestons to this. More fun.” He pauses and looks over his shoulder. “I think they’re about to start the toast.”

We end the dance and break off to the side, just as a man with wild eyes shoves past us.

“For Angel!”

BANG!

A gunshot rings through the noise of the party and everyone screams. Everyone but Thomas. He stares in shock as red seeps through Grace’s dress. She crumbles to the ground and the sight makes me freeze. People stampede past me to escape the violence and Arthur tackles the shooter to the ground.

“Verena! Are you alright?” Finn shouts and pulls me away.

I’m still frozen. I’ve seen death before, but not like this. Full-out murder. Bloody murder. Right in front of me. I talked with her just minutes ago… and now she’s gone.

“T-Take this!” 

With a shaking hand I hold out my shawl and Thomas snatches it. He presses the fabric against Grace’s shoulder but it doesn’t stop much.

“Get me a fucking ambulance now!” Thomas roars over the noise.

It’s too late. I no longer see life in her eyes. She has returned to God.

The last funeral I attended was Aunt Eleanor’s. That death was unexpected too, but I did not witness it first hand. This funeral, Grace’s funeral, is something that seems to tear away any hope from everyone. As her coffin is lowered into the ground and people place their roses on the grave, my mind races with the last words we spoke to each other. 

Promise me you’ll take care of them. Now? So soon? How? How could anyone have predicted this? Grace and I didn’t always see eye to eye but that is no reason to wish death upon anyone. Now who’s going to tell Charlie he’ll never see his mother again? And Thomas. Poor Thomas… He’s hardly uttered a word. Please tell me, Grace. Tell me how I can help. They don’t deserve to feel such sorrow.

It’s been one full week. A week of Ada and I staying at Arrow House helping with Charlie while Thomas mourns his young wife. The poor child keeps asking for her but is too young to understand. Today is the day everyone’s supposed to meet with him. Or at least that’s what Ads tells me when Michael and Polly arrive.

“Where is he? Out riding?” he asks.

Ada nods. “Yes. We’re not sure- Oh. He’s back.”

We go to where she’s looking out the window. A tall black steed trots up with Thomas riding him. I can’t tell how he’s feeling.

“Was he out all night?” Micheal asks.

“Every night since the funeral,” Ada says. “Comes back in the morning to see Charles and feed the horses, then goes off again.”

Polly hums as she reads the paper. “He used to sleep out when he was a kid. Curly would find him in the pasture. How’s the baby?”

Ada and I exchange looks. “He asks for his mum at night. He made a list, and wants to see you two first.”

Polly looks confused. “What about John and Arthur?”

Ada starts to answer but the sound of footsteps shuts her up. Thomas walks straight past us and shuts the door to his office. Nothing different. It’s like we don’t exist.

“I’ll go check on Charlie,” I say gently and slip away to the staircase. 

With all the laughter and happiness gone, this house stands as a dreary reminder of what could have been. No longer do I hurt from heartbreak. Instead my heart is sore from guilt. Yes I was saddened by their marriage but never did I want things to go this way. How on Earth can I possibly approach him after this?

I creep to the young Shelby’s bedroom door and peek inside. Charlie’s sitting with a nanny on the floor, playing with blocks.

“Hello, little Charlie.” I step in further. “What you got there, eh?”

He looks up with his jaw open, looking at me with those oblivious eyes only a toddler can pull off. He has no inkling of what happened.

“B-Brick!” He babbles.

“He loves building things,” the nanny comments.

That’s good to hear. With all that this life tears apart it’s good to hear that someone wants to build something for a change.

“Great job, Charlie. We’ll be downstairs if you want to see daddy, okay?”

His head perks up. “Daddy?”

“Yes, daddy’s back. I’ll tell him you want to see him, okay?”

“Okay.”

I hurry back to the hallway before my tears flow out. That boy, that sweet little boy, just lost his mother. What kind of a cruel person does that to a family? The minute I see Polly leave the office I wave her down.

“I need to see Thomas. Charlie wants him.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait. He’s very specific about how he wants to meet with us.”

My chest tightens again and I subtly lean against the wall for support. “O-Okay.”

Polly’s face falls. “Verena? What’s wrong?”

I look up with sad, fearful eyes. “I don’t know what to say to him.”

Polly puts the pieces together. “She talked to you?”

I nod. “Before she was shot. She made me promise to take care of them. Thomas and Charlie. I will abide by my promise but I will not advance while he is in mourning.”

Michael walks out and sees us talking.

“Did he ever mention wanting to see me today?” I ask in a small voice.

He shakes his head. “Arthur and John are next. That’s all I know.”

Polly takes my arm and leads me back to the parlor for a cup of tea. The warm drink of watered down herbs does little to soothe this headache of morals. Do I offer simple words? A hug? Am I going to be the speechless mime he vents to and screams at?

“The Sabinis and Solomons sent their condolences with flowers,” Polly says to Ada.

That can be a large blow. They know how much Grace meant to Thomas and could move in while he’s grieving.

The door opens once more and the two Shelby brothers stomp out.

“Did he say-?”

“Nothing at all,” Arthur tells me. “Dismissed us with no instruction about further visitors. I tried to ask him.”

I take a shaky breath and wobble across to the door. Arthur gives me a comforting pat on the shoulder and I’m left to face Thomas alone. 

Knock knock.

No answer. I gently turn the knob and inch my head in. Thomas sits at his desk, staring at papers and ignoring my entrance. With a dose of courage I step fully into the room and nervously wring my hands together.

“Charlie’s asking for you.”

He doesn’t look up. “I’ll be out later.”

Nothing else. Polly was right. He is specific. But that won’t help Charlie cope with losing his mother.

“Thomas-”

“Leave,” he orders stiffly.

“I’m so sorry-”

Thomas stands up and pounds his desk. “Leave! Do you think you’re the first person to say ‘sorry?’”

My voice breaks. “I- I thought-”

“What?” he shouts. “That I’d want to fucking talk? To you?”

The pain of his words cuts deep and shines through my eyes. “That’s what you’ve always done when you need to. You’ve spoken to everyone else-”

“They’re family.”

Family. His family. And I’m not a part of it. I’m a friend whose intentions were to help him grieve. And one of my predictions came true. I’m someone else for him to scream at. 

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes they are. Forgive me.”

Thomas watches me with wild eyes as I step backwards to the door and let myself out, shutting it with little noise. I instantly bolt away and slouch against the wall near the kitchen, my face in my hands. How, Grace? How can I take care of them? They miss you so much! Thomas misses you so much and is shutting everyone out.

@meadows5

[fanaticsnail]

So you asked me to tell you about my oc and I hope it`s fine if do that here? Just delete this if you meant dm`s.

A little warning first! I can understand english perfectly but never had an opportunity to actually speak or write in it. Grammar will be wrong and sentences will be weird. I am trying my best :)

Her name is Cassiopeia and yes, it`s kind of pretencious, but it has a reason to be. Cassiopeia is from the island on the Grand Line that is living by the religion based on belief that every person has a star watching them and these stars can affect peoples lives. People from this island think of the Sun as a traitor who took away most of the humans to itself and are calling nonbelievers blinded. There is also a a belief that there should always be someone born "under the unlucky star" and that who Cassiopeia is.

What it means is that she is very respected but is treated horrbly. Almost no human contact, abuse from the church higher-ups, limited space for life and the only things she was allowed to learn are religious texts and some basic knowlege about healing herbs and stuff like that. She was also taught to "understand the stars" and she, by her own words, can find anyones star on the sky and translate what is has to say. Whether this is true or not is open to interpretation.

She was rescued from that life by a mink pirate and it is A LOT to tell, and I am really trying to not make this a massive infodump, so I`ll just skip to the result of Cassiopeia living on the tropical island closer to the begining of the Grand Line with the same mink and that mink`s child.

In the following years Cassiopeia was adapting to living like a normal person (and that was a ride on it`s own because her caretaker is a lot like Garp but a pirate and her methods in parenting are... unique. You can spot the wheapons inspired by chakram on the picture and let`s just say Cassiopeia can spill a lot of blood with those and is was a big part of her training)

Cassiopeia also used her chance to reflex on her beliefs and to learn about medicine and flora of the island she now lives in.

And it was proven to be useful when the Kid pirates stopped by and like... immediately got a big part of the crew horrbly poisoned by a local plant. Heat fot the worse of it. In that condition they where found by the mink and she, as a rude and sly person she is, struck them a deal: pirates help her with the local bandits that where causing trouble for some time now, and in return Cassiopeia will save the poisoned.

The next part I will mostly skip too. Just know that my girl was helping to fight the bandits and it was meant to show Kid that she can fight.

Cassiopeia held her part of the deal and helped the pirates bonding with them a little in a process. Since Heat was in the worst contition she spent extra time with him. He liked her talk about how she can "understand the stars" and gave her the nickname Cas.

After that the mink straight up asked Kid to take Cas with him (she was waiting for the opportunity huh) since he clearly needed a doctor anyway and "the girl have to see the world". It took some time and talk but this is how Cas ended up on Victoria Punk.

Cas is very different from your Doc. She does not have a degree and all the knowlege and experience that comes with it, so not the most competent for the job. She also a rather calm person who is (pre-timeskip) has a long way to go to come out of her shell. She lacks a lot of random basic social knowlege too, so sometimes her actions are not the usual way of doing things. For example when she fell in love with Killer, she had no idea that usually this feeling is not openly shown before the "love confession" and just started treating Killer with a lot of attention and owerall showing her feelings, while not putting any pressure to receive any kind of answer.

(Now that I am writing that I realized that your Doc`s personality is way more like another oc of mine where the idea that she is overworked accountant but her office is Onigashima and her horrible boss is Kaidou)

There is a lot more to say about her like her frienship with Heat, why her hair is so long and why it will be cut after the timeskip, how she will obtain Snow-Snow Fruit after Monet`s death and so on... But there is only so much bad text a person can handle and I feel like I am already pushing the limit so I will stop here.

Thanks for reading, here is scetch of pre-timeskip Cas, I promice to draw something for Hey doc later, bye!

Oh. My. Gosh.

Look at her. Cassiopeia is absolutely beautiful. I adore the time you took with the lore. The linking back to the unlucky star is just beautiful.

Makes me think about the constellation for Cassiopeia:

I love her personality of leaping first without thinking about the consequences: favouritism with Killer before the "Of course I'm in love with you." There's something so special in that. I also love the infodump. Learning about people's OCs feels to me like learning about characters in the series itself.

Also, just gonna put this out there, your art style is absolutely gorgeous. The expression, her body language, the way the clothes and accessories are draped, the weapons! I'm melting. I adore her and your plot is incredibly thought out and spectacular. I hope you post more about her!

[standfucker]

Requests are now open!

To celebrate my birthday month, requests will remain open for a few weeks or more, depending on how many asks I get. With that said, there are some rules to keep in mind

Rules

Be polite and courteous in your ask.

Please specify in your ask whether you want a drabble or headcanons. If you don’t specify, I will choose for myself.

Please specify in your ask the type of reader: AMAB or AFAB, and pronouns. If nothing is provided, I will default to a GN reader. 

Please specify whether you want a SFW or NSFW request.

I will not accept anonymous NSFW requests–they must be sent by a blog that’s over 18, with the age marked somewhere easy to spot.

Multiple requests are okay, but new people will be given priority (please don’t use anon to skirt around this–I do have work and life duties to see to as well!)

I will accept multiple-character requests, but with a limit of 5. Exceptions: when asking for general headcanons, it’s okay to request groups (E.G. “what are your headcanons for a free use situation with the Kid Pirates?”)

I will write for any character. If requesting multiple characters that don’t get along in canon (I.E. Vivi+Crocodile) I will not write for them together.

Characters must be of age (18) as of the time-skip for NSFW requests.

I maintain the right to refuse any request for any reason.

{This is not a rule, as it’s not required, but please–consider reblogging a request I’ve written for you. If you don’t reblog a completed request, I probably won’t write you a second one.}

I will not write the following kinks:

piss, scat, feet, hard vore, guro, A/B/O, intense humiliation, incest (step-incest is fine), age play (age gap is fine), lactation, pregnancy/breeding (creampie is fine).

-This list is not final, as I may discover something in a request that squicks me out. No judgment though.

Guidelines/Prompts/etc:

-Remember, specify whether you want a drabble or headcanon!

-Specify your reader and chosen blorbos!

-Specify whether you want a SFW or NSFW request.

-From there, you can think up a prompt on your own, or peruse the list to get some ideas. These are not required, but offered in case you’re having trouble thinking of a request. If you’re still struggling, feel free to throw a few kinks at me along with your preferred characters and I’ll figure it out from there, but being specific and detailed helps me out!

-I don’t mind a little or a lot of detail, but in the case the request is very open-ended and/or vague, I will fill in the blanks myself to my own discretion/preferences.

-Polyamory is okay.

-Dark content is okay.

-OCs are okay, but please link me to a description containing some information about them plus their personality. Same goes for self-ships–I need to know a bit about you before I can write you into anything.

-I will attempt to make these all consistent length, but no promises.

Preferred kinks/etc:

size difference, bondage, double penetration, anal, creampie, impact play/spanking, edging, age gap, roleplay, CNC, knifeplay, gunplay, biting, blood, threesomes/gangbang, group sex, free use, dubcon, noncon, power dynamics, toys, strap-ons, praise, light degradation, sex pollen/aphrodisiacs, drug use (weed only), monsterfucking (aka fish-men/mermaids/minks/giants/characters with monstrous features like Katakuri)

-I am open to writing other kinks, these are just what I personally like and will gravitate toward when choosing what to write for first. But I’m willing to try new things!

Prompts

(again, these are not required, just here for ideas!)

(SFW or NSFW):

-Reuniting after a long period apart -Scaring them (attempting to startle them just for giggles) -Scaring them (but they thought you were hurt) -Prank wars on the [insert ship name] -Having to teach them a new skill [what skill?] Or having them teach you a new skill. -One of you discovers the other’s secret identity -Starstruck: one of you is shocked to meet the other, who is in/famous. -Whump: one of you is comforted in the aftermath of a traumatic event [please specify] -Coffeeshop/Restaurant AU -Love confession [who confesses to whom? What were the circumstances?] -You stow away on [insert ship name]–and get discovered. [why did you stow away?] -Accidental Child Acquisition: one of you rescues a kid [insert character] and brings them back to the other for help -Monster AU: one of you is [insert monster] -Fake Dating: you have to pretend to date each other for whatever reason -Holiday Gathering: one of you brings the other to meet their loved ones, and is possibly overwhelmed by [insert family/found family/crew] -One of you stumbles upon the other one crying [what happened?] -One of you taunts the other one too many times, and the other decides to finally do something about it -Reader has [insert devil fruit] (fanmade ones are fine) -One of you discovers the other is secretly (or openly!) jealous -“You did all of this for me?” – One discovers the other has gone to great lengths for them -“YOU DID WHAT?!” – One of you does something risky. The other lets you know how they feel about it. -Your crewmates figure out your crush and try to help, with varying results. -Someone crosses one of you, and the other is not about to let it go. -“Let me do this, please.” – One of you insists on helping out despite the other’s protests. -“I’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.” – One of you keeps finding any excuse they can to touch the other. -”I’ll keep you safe.” – One of you makes it clear to the other that they’ll always be protected, no matter what. -“I’m not going anywhere.” – One of you reassures the other.

Specifically NSFW prompts:

-Something embarrassing happens during sex -One (or both) of you accidentally discover that you’re really into a kink -“Just let me finish this [activity] and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.” -“You’re really good at that.” – One of you leaves the other a mess with how they’re treated. -They help you get over an ex by any means necessary. -“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Prompts sourced and adapted from lists made by @tropetember and @writinginstardust

[hazelfoureyes]

🥺 Istg, ya'll are squeezing my heart right now, you and Mink and Danny. It makes me so happy to know that you consider me a part of the community even though I'm still anonymous, and it's really got me fighting back tears right now. Every single one of you: thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You're so beautiful and wonderful and I just want you to know that I'm working on something. You've given me the confidence and motivation to come off anon, and I'm working on something for each of you! I'm gonna wait until I finish each piece to come off anon but until then, I'll be dropping more thirsts in your ask boxes as long as yall are okay with it. I'm having so much fun with the random drops right now, and I've got a couple lined up for you magnificent babes😉 Thank you my lovelies! Truly 🥰 😘

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa (I LOVE this btw!)

:) very excited! Post what you want when you want. If you wanna just post dirty smut scenes like these asks, do it! You wanna make a whole lore and OC? Do 👏 it 👏

feed your inner goblin, write what makes you happy!

[eustasskidagenda]

☆guidelines for requests 

So, first thing first, before sending a request, please check if my requests are open or not. The current status will always be on my header description. 

☆generals:

When requesting,please, show some kindness, I'm not a bot, a "hello" and "thank you" are always nice.

My current job is, actually, being a writer as a living. So I might not be able to immediately complete your requests, I'm doing this on my free time and sometimes I’m not in the mood to "work" (write) again.

I do not guarantee to write the requests you're sending to me, it will depends on my inspiration.

English is not my first language. Forgive me for the weird sentences you may cross on my writings here. 

I'll gladly accept both sfw and n/sfw requests. But, N/SFW requests must be off anon and are not allowed for the minor/ageless blog. However, I understand if you want to keep your privacy. If you want your nsfw request to be anon, please, just precise you want to stay anon on your request and I won't show your name when I post. ♡ ⇢ I absolutely love writing : hurt and comfort, fluff and funny, smut&kinks. Minors, please DNI with my +18 content or I’ll have to block you.

Fandom : I only do One Piece prompts for now. Consider I'm always caught up in the manga and in the anime. So don't be afraid to spoil me when you request. If the request contains a huge spoiler, then, I'll use this specific tag : #op spoilers. Block it, if you don't want to see that content.  Reader : gender neutral, AFAB reader, AMAB reader, female reader, male reader, transgender reader, non-binary reader. MM, FF and MF pairings are all fine for me. However, I won’t write for male reader with female character. And I only write character x character for the ship I personally enjoy. ⇢ By default, I'll use a gender neutral reader for requests. If you want a specific reader, please, precise the gender! ⇢ Regarding the apparence, I want to keep the reader as neutral as possible. But I can do some exceptions, if it's still vague enough to include a large groupe of people. For exemple : chubby reader, black reader etc. I do not accept requests based on an OC, except for a giveaway or as a winner prize. Age : only 18+ characters Type of post :  one shot (over 1,000 words), drabbles (under 500 words), headcanons (multiples characters, bucket list) ⇢ One Shot : 1 character per request. Please, give me some details and ideas of things you want to read in the OS. And if you request for a smut os, I need to know what kind of smut you're looking for, kinks included ⇢ Drabbles : 3 characters per request, or less. again, please, give me some details or precisions, I need to understand clearly what you're looking for. ⇢ Headcanons : 5 characters per request, or less. ⇢ Group headcanons : how the characters would react in a situation. a small paragraph per type of reaction, with the list of all the suitable characters

☆characters I'll write for:

⇢ my fav characters are in bold

⇢ i do not write smut or romantic prompt with Minks or non-human like character.

Bartolomeo, Buggy, Cavendish, Corazon, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Hawkins, Izou, Kaku, Katakuri, Killer, King, Kiku, Kuzan, Luffy (only sfw prompts with Luffy), Marco, Mihawk, Nami, Paulie, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Robin, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Usopp, X Drake, Yamato (he/him) 

Characters I won't write for: Blackbeard and Blackbeard crew, Brook, Roger, Kin'emon, Kanjuro, Franky, Benn, Akainu, Kizaru, Apoo (it doesn’t necessarily means that I dislike those characters, just that I’m not comfortable writing for them. No offense if your favorite one is listed here)

⇢ if the character you would like is not on one of those lists, just send your request and I'll let you know.

☆I don't accept requests with:

dub con ; rape, even as a consensual play ; stepcest/incest kink ; cheating ; abuse ; pregnancy ; somnophilia, even consensual ; daddy/mommy/and any kind of family kink ; water sport, scat; hateful and religious topic ; self-harm, suicidal intentions.  ⇢ Please, take care of you and your mental health if you struggle with that kind of thoughts, everything will be alright, but I know it can be hard sometimes. You're enough and you're loved. ♡ ⇢ Dysphoria (I don't know enough about this to provide an accurate text, nothing personal and you have all my support if you're facing dysphoria)

☆some kinks idea i can write for:

⇢ if you're unsure about a kink, feel free to ask ⇢ some of my fav are in bold 69, anal sex, aphrodisiac, begging, biting, blindfolds, body worship, bondage, breeding kink, choking, clothed sex, cockwarming, creampie, creative use of Devil Fruit, cum play, dacryphilia (nothing with dubious consent), deep throat, degradation, dirty talk, discipline, dom/sub dynamic, double penetration, dry humping, face sitting, face fucking, fingering, femdom, food play, gagging, gloves, group sex, hair pulling, handjob, hickeys, lingerie, loss of virginity, massage, mirror sex, nipple play, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, panty stuffing (mouth), pegging, praises, public sex, rimming, roleplay, rough sex, sensory depravation, size kink, soft sex, spanking, squirting, striptease, teasing, temperature play, thigh fucking, thigh riding, toys, vaginal sex, wax play

[auxiliarydetective]

Guess what, I have yet another new OC reference sheet for you <3

The Red Hair Pirates' Beauty: Desirée Miela

You might know her from that fic I wrote about her a while ago, but here are some visuals now <3

This was my first time drawing someone who isn't anime skinny and it was a struggle, but I think she turned out great!

Rambles are under the cut (TW since I'll be discussing her past as a prostitute), as well as a special NSFW version <3

Alright, rambles time!

First of all, here's my main reference that I used, made with Monster Girl Maker

I wanted to go for something adorable and girly but also noticeably naughty since that's what Miela is all about as a character. She enjoys beauty and being pampered and is honestly a hedonist. Even though she's part of a pirate crew, she's not gonna be doing any hard labor (well, not related to the ship anyway), she's just there to get gifts and look pretty, to drink and party, and the Red Hair Pirates are maybe the only crew where she can get away with that.

Her hair is honey-colored in reference to her name, which roughly means honey. The pink ombre is honestly just a stylistic choice because MGM would let me and it looks cute but the red streaks in her hair are a reference to the Red Hair Pirates and she only got them after joining the crew.

You can just barely see it in this drawing but she has mouse ears! She's ¼ mink but hasn't inherited any of the fancy abilities like Electro, just the mouse ears and her two front teeth are a bit bigger than the rest, with a small gap between them.

Her devil fruit, the Slime Slime Fruit, has a bunch of passive effects, some of which you can see here. The insides of her body change color along with her slime, depending on her emotions, and you can see this most prominently in her mouth and from the fur-less part of her ears. It's kinda hard to see in the image above, but you'll be able to see the ears' color-changing part a bit better in the NSFW version, as well as the other areas where her color changes.

The tattoo she has on her back is the Red Hair Pirates' Jolly Roger and it's a coverup for the tattoo she originally got when she started working for Madam Rosie, showing that Miela belonged to her.

Speaking of belonging to people, you might remember from the fic that Miela's professional name is Desirée. It's an unwritten rule on the island that Miela is from that, since sex work is outlawed but you still need to be able to advertise your services, all sex workers go by a professional name related to love and similar topics. They also get the symbol of the establishment they work at tattooed. Miela in particular adapted those traditions by taking on her professional name as a last name and getting the Jolly Roger as a coverup tattoo, both of those a method of showing off her roots while also showing her new freedom as a pirate. She doesn't have to follow those traditions anymore, now it's her choosing to do so.

Her outfit is very skimpy and easy to take off, for obvious reasons. The collar is the one that her crew promised to get her, a good combination of something solid - I imagine leather - and soft ruffles for a girly touch. The fabric of the ruffles also extends to the back of the leather collar so it's more comfortable on her skin. The bell is both a coy reference to her status as a pet and a way for the crew to be able to find her since people like kidnapping her, seeing her as the weakest link of the crew and a way to crack them open. Needless to say it never goes well for the kidnappers. She also wears a sash since almost all of the Red Hair Pirates' officers do.

I gave Miela a bunch of piercings since, on one hand, they're pretty and/or hot but also to show that she's being spoiled by her crew and they keep getting her expensive gifts. She has a few more... which you can only see in the NSFW version:

So yeah, that's it. Have a lovely day!

General Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats

One Piece Taglist: @supermarine-silvally

[cosmereplay]

For the ask game: the Mink, #7, #20, #21, #25

The Mink oh my god. My sweet cheese. My little rabbit mink

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I like it when anyone pays any attention to him whatsoever. But even more than that I love it when people think of him as a bondage-loving polyamorous kinkster 😂

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Oh this is very interesting. I made an OC best friend Rillin, one of his fellow Herdazian fighters who's been with him through everything. I'm terms of canon characters though, I think Hesina would make a great friend of his. I've always thought she had a bit of Herdazian in her, and I think it would be fun if they decided to be cousins. And Battah knows Hesina needs a friend too!

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Oooh. I think my favourite thing is expanding on the Herdaz worldbuilding, tied with the BDSM elements (hee hee!). My least favourite thing is finding his voice again. No remember, just write!! 😤

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Oooh. My memory is imprecise BUT I do remember laughing when Kaladin shook the Mink's shoulder and realized he was talking to a pile of clothes. And then I cheered when Dieno stood up to Dalinar so clearly, calmly, and confidently. I remember really liking the alternate perspective he provides, and his charisma and humour, in just a few short scenes. And then at some point someone mentioned bondage Mink and I blacked out for five months and wrote most of Held 😂

OH YEAH AND HE KILLED SHELER THAT WAS SO HUGE!! MINK MINK MINK

From this ask game

[siren-tale]

a brief guide to cora's ocs

just a heads up, this is not all of them- just my most developed and beloved ones. there will be a lot of one piece ocs, because that's by far the most expansive universe, so i always found so much inspiration for original characters and ideas!

yes, these are all incredibly self indulgent, and yes, they all have relations to canon characters. i think we should leave the whole "canon x oc is cringe" thing in the past, cause what's the fun of creating a character to fit in your favourite fictional worlds if they don't actually interact with any parts of the world!?

also, i am always happy to talk about my ocs, so if you're curious about them, feel free to send me an ask!

PRINCESS CORALIE... *ೃ༄

The siren of the Strawhat Pirates, and long-lost princess of the Ryugu Kingdom

Luffy's childhood friend- they met after she was freed from imprisonment by the Red Hair Pirates

If Luffy is the sun, she's definitely the stars... a guiding constellation to lead you home

Incredibly skilled at reading people, and has excellent perception and a keen sense of danger

Has the typical abilities of a siren, but refuses to use her voice after some incidents in the past

MORANA... *ೃ༄

Otherwise known as Miss Halloween, one of the founding members of Baroque Works

User of the Vamp-Vamp Fruit, which gave her the appearance and characteristics of a vampire

If someone questions why Crocodile has a bat on his shoulder, imagine their shock when it transforms into a woman- (very important to note that she still sits on his shoulder after transforming)

Briefly sailed with the Strawhats after escaping Alabasta, but left them to reunite with her boss and (eventually) form the Cross Guild

I just think the Cross Guild deserves a sexy vampire secretary

DONQUIXOTE AMORETTA... *ೃ༄

Doflamingo and Rosinante's younger cousin, who has way too much backstory to fit into a few dot points

She and Law share similar traumas, but they handle it very differently; she prefers to hide it behind her smile and warmth

You know the heart tattoos Law has on his shoulders? She has a smaller version tattooed above her own heart :')

She's attached to Law, so naturally, she is doomed by the narrative- I don't know if she's making it to the end...

Forget everything else about the Dressrosa Arc, it's all about HER NOW (/hj)

KIT... *ೃ༄

A raccoon mink who was raised as a human, by humans- she didn't even know what she was until she came across minks in a book

The musician of the Heart Pirates, and Bepo's partner (Law won't admit it, but he had her join the crew to set her up with Bepo)

I don't like that female minks are just the same female body model with an animal head, so Kit is short and chubby <3

Much like actual raccoons, she's a bit feral, especially in fights: she will use her claws and she might bite

Sorry Law, you're gonna have to fight Kit for prime Bepo cuddling spots now

DONQUIXOTE HARMONIA... *ೃ༄

Rosinante's wife (widow...), Sengoku's niece, a maternal figure for Law, and the botanist/tailor of the Heart Pirates

User of the Plant-Plant Fruit, which gives her the ability to grow any kind of plant, either from the ground or just the palm of her hand

Proficient in medicinal herbs, which is mostly what she uses her ability for- any sort of medical ointment or cough syrup on the Polar Tang is made either by her or by following her instructions

She has so much maternal love to give, even outside of her own crew- a lot of the younger Strawhats seek out her presence during their alliance

Definitely a Mama Bear type- very sweet and warm, but if you hurt her kids she will destroy you

HINA KANEKO... *ೃ༄

Aoba Johsai's manager, and the school's golden girl (she has a fan club that could rival Oikawa's-)

Under a lot of pressure from her family to be the perfect daughter- they expect perfect grades, a presentable appearance, and utter success in everything

It's just very important to me to give Oikawa a friend who has the same issue of pushing themself too far all the time, so when they call each other out for their unhealthy behaviour they realise their own issues and start working through them <3

Definitely the kind of person who is very mature and professional in public, but with her friends in private, she does a total 180

As is typical with all the VB teams in Haikyuu, every tournament they go to, the team is constantly showing off their pretty manager

KAIDA MONOMA... *ೃ༄

I won't even try to hide that this OC was inspired by Monoma from BNHA- I just like characters who can copy other people's powers

A Port Mafia executive, and a former member of the Sheep, where she was essentially Chuuya's right-hand man

The big sister of the Port Mafia, who will take care of any of the younger members with no hesitation (Kyuusaku is especially attached)

Very, very confident and sure of herself, and strangely positive and upbeat for someone in the mafia

Hobbies include: copying Chuuya's power so she can stand on the ceiling and scare him

WREN GRICE... *ೃ༄

The eldest Grice sibling, and a warrior candidate from Marley who was experimented on, resulting in her becoming physically unbreakable

The first to betray Marley and align herself with Paradis, telling her friends and superiors that she came from beyond the walls after the Female Titan incident

She surprisingly gains the trust of her superior officers over time- Erwin appreciates the bits of information she offers about the outside world, and Hange enjoys experimenting with Wren's invincibility

Overly mature for her age, mostly due to being forced to grow up way too soon, and never really experienced a normal childhood

As Colt and Falco's sister and Porco's best friend... that part was absolutely devastating for her

[spacebobastories]

Okay so, I've been on Tumblr for a long time now and I love to write. I have *so* many things in my head I want to talk about. But what I really want to talk about are my OCs. This beautiful man is named Louis Belmont and I love him so freaking much.

I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty City full of sufferin' take me to the promised land Visits a chapel and these words, your religion Raise your cup for that holy grail that you're sippin' Free up your mind, I know that it can be a prison We ain't got much time, you better spend what you were given

Quotes

“What? You going to cry? Go ahead, make my day.”

“God damn it! It’s boring as hell! Where’s the fun?”

“Hey! Where’s my alcohol?!”

“Any good food here?”

“There’s a fight? Where? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“You want mercy? Ha! You came at me first. There will be no mercy from me.”

“…is that chocolate? Wanna share?? :3”

Basics

Name: Louis Belmont 

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual but leans more towards men 

Gender: Male

Eyes: They are a golden color but what is interesting is that his eyes look like they have tiny flames in them. It's like a tiny furnace is in his eyes.

Height: 5'9

Body Type: more on the athletic side. He’s not super muscular, more on the lean side. He relies more on speed than anything, overpowering his foes with his speed and some strength.

Body Refs:

Race: African American/ German

Species: Mink

Sub-species: Wolf Mink

Birthday: July 23rd 1450 B.C.

Zodiac sign: Leo 🦁

Favorite Colors: Yellow (pastel yellow), Gold and red.

Hair color:  Auburn (dark red)

Hair length: Stops at his mid back. He also keeps it in braids like his sister, mostly to get it out of the way, but to show off the hair beads he has. 

Hair refs:

Piercings: he has quite a few. Mostly on his ears and tongue. He also has nipple piercings as well. His mother didn’t want him to get any piercings but…he never listened and didn’t care. It’s his body anyway. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his mother and will listen to her…but he just really loves piercings and wanted to get a few. 

Scars: Louis has a lot of scars on his body. Some from fights and others from just being clumsy. He has a jagged scar across his throat from when he almost got his throat ripped out from a wolf (which is ironic), a scar over his right eye when he was fighting a bandit, a massive one going diagonal across his chest from a monster attack. 

Species: He is a Wolf Mink (A Humanoid race that can look like animals or humans with animal qualities)

Voice Claim: https://youtu.be/0F8Qjgmlhkc

Theme song: Raging on a Sunday by Alexander DeLeon

Wardrobe: If Louis could, he would walk around naked. So, his wardrobe isn't that fashionable. He wears loose fitting clothing since he hates the feeling of clothes on his skin.

🔥Louis Belmont ⚔️

What is he like?:  Louis is a hyperactive man  who likes to be petty and piss people off. He’s nice, in his own way, and can be an asshole and a pest at times, but he means well. (Sometimes) he’s a very smart man under all that pettiness and people think he’s dumb which he uses to his advantage. He’s loud, obnoxious and snarky. He is very flirty and will flirt with anyone, but mostly men which is dangerous given that homosexuality is frowned upon, but he could care less. Louis does have a soft side for children and people are shocked when they see this soft, gentler side of Louis. They don’t expect that of a man like him. He *is* basically a giant man child. He is a hopeless romantic and will love his partner(s) to death. Spoiling them with kisses, cuddles and other things but also showering them with gifts. 

Like I said before, he is a *very* hyperactive man. He cannot sit still for the life of him and has to be doing something. Either cleaning his weapons or fiddling with something, sometimes tinkering and fixing things. Other times breaking them to see how they work. He loves to talk to those who will listen and won’t shut up. But he has a serious side and will take things seriously when need be. He doesn’t really like to show weakness and would rather hide his wounds or hide how hurt he is so others don’t worry for him. He is a strong willed and independent man but at the end of the day, he’d rather cuddle and sleep with his partner(s) like any human would. 

Likes: 

🗡️-cleaning his weapons (he loves taking care of his weapons. He’s always wiping them down and checking for nicks to fix. Plus, having a full blade is not good in battle.)

⚔️-finding new weapons to collect (this man loves collecting new weapons, either to use or just to have. Usually he likes to test out the weapons before adding them to his collection. He has many weapons from around the world that he is proud to show off to people who ask.)

🏃‍♀️-exercising( which includes, running, push ups, climbing. He has so much energy, like *so* much. He loves to run and climb. It his favorite thing to do. Plus, he can chase after a monster or a bounty easily for a couple of miles. He doesn’t tire easily. 

🍺-alcohol ( he loves to drink alcohol. No matter what it is, he’s trying it. He’s tried some fancy wine from France and loves the sweeter wine. He’s even tried the cheese platters with the wine and he’s addicted to them)

🤜💫-fighting and sparring (Doesn’t matter if it’s with monsters or humans, he *loves* to fight. It’s in his blood. If he’s not fighting then he’s sparring with his older sisters.)

🍩🍰-sweets(doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it’s super sweet. If there’s one thing he loves more than weapons and monster hunting…okay that’s two, but he absolutely loves sweets. Especially cookies or straight up blocks of honey.) 

👹🗡️-monster hunting and learning about new species (he was taught at a young age about monsters and the different species there are in the world. Of course it’s a big world so people believe that monsters aren’t real. But they’d be wrong. Monsters are indeed real and he has been taught how to kill them. He loves learning about new species and soaks up information like a sponge.)

🥰-his mom (he will not hesitate to say his favorite person in the world is his mother. He loves this woman to death because she’s been there for him every step of the way. She taught him so many things. And while it’s a woman’s job to do sewing, cleaning and cooking, Louis wanted to learn everything. So, he knows how to cook and sew properly as well as clean. He’s not ashamed to know these things because it keeps him alive on his missions. She also taught him to read and write.)

😴-taking naps(he loves naps. It’s something he loves to do when he can. It also is a way to keep him quiet for a few hours.) 

🐕😺-animals (he loves animals. No matter what animal, he seems to have a way with them. He can’t really communicate with animals, not really anyway. He can’t really *talk* to them, but he can sense what they’re feeling. Like wolves for instance, he is more wolf-like than anything and it’s easier for him to “communicate” with wolves than any other animal. It could be because of the magic he was born with)

🩷-cuddling(he’s a very touchy person, so, any type of touch he loves. It can be sexual or not. Just holding hands or kissing or just sleeping with someone in a pile is the best feeling in the world to him.)

👶-children(he wants a big family of his own some day)

🌲☀️-summer(he loves the heat and sometimes even sleeps in sunny spots. He loves the smell of summer and the sounds of the bugs that come out. Cicadas are his favorite noise on top of grasshoppers. He loves that he can swim in lakes and not freeze his ass off or just be lazy around the estate when he’s not on a mission)

Dislikes: 

😝-bitter things(it tastes horrible to him. Ginger and cranberries are the *worst* to him. He is *super* allergic to them. His throat will swell up and he will start to break out in hives and start itching. He knows the taste of them because he tried them without knowing. Never again.)

🤜💫-people messing with his loved ones (he becomes super protective and a little possessive over his loved ones. If it’s a sibling, super protective. If it’s a lover he becomes both.)

🥶- the cold(he *hates* winter with a passion. The snow is beautiful, he won’t deny that. But at the end of the day, he hates how the cold makes him feel. Sure, he has his fire to keep him warm but it can only do so much)

🗣️-people talking down to him or people ordering him around(now, he knows that if he’s on a mission or a team, he’ll have to deal with it. But if it’s not the team captain or someone he is with, he *hates* being bossed around.)

🕷️- spiders(he hates those spawns of the Devil, he accidentally sat on a nest of spiders and had millions of spiders crawling all over him. To this day he will have someone else kill a spider for him or he’ll freeze in place.)

🌿-vinegar and Eucalyptus(he hates the smell of vinegar, it’s super strong and disgusting to him. Eucalyptus is equally disgusting to him because the smell can make him feel sick.)

🥺-being alone (while he is independent, he absolutely hates being alone. Sometimes he’ll go on missions where he is alone for months on end, but it’s not like he enjoys it. He’s a people person and once he finds his loved one, he’s staying by them until they get tired of him.) 

His magic and fighting style 

What is the magic the Belmont's are born with? Well, it depends on the person. Many of the Belmont's are born with different magic. You know what they have by their eyes. 

Gold/red/aqua- Fire. If the fire is an aqua, then it is a very hot fire. It’s hotter than the red or golden fire. 

Deep blue/pale blue-water and ice

Deep green- nature

Brown- Earth

Neon green/pale green- poison 

Purple- healing

The Belmont's can be born with one magic type or two. Usually you can tell what they have by their eyes. Same eye color is one magic, two different colors are two different magic. 

Louis was born with fire magic and he loves it. He doesn’t do well in cold conditions because while he can keep himself warm, it can tire him out if he tries to keep his body temperature up for long periods of time. He does have a lot of stamina but if he’s trying to stay warm for 5 hours to keep his body temperature up would either get him very sick or he would die. 

Louis can create fire balls, light his weapons on fire or make the blades incredibly hot. He can melt through some metals, plastic and can burn wood. He can’t melt through anything, he would have to have hotter flames for that. 

He can create fire sprites which are little balls of magic that are warm to the touch but when he snaps his fingers, they can explode. He also can make flames float in or on his hand. Or follow him around. That’s why he rarely ever brings torches with him. 

He can create flames that aren’t harmful to others. Which means if he creates a fire and someone were to fall or step in it, it would feel warm to the touch. Now, if he were to create fire by using a fire starter, that fire would hurt others. Louis is immune to fire damage, yet it can still *hurt* him. He’s not completely safe from it. He’s safe from his fire though, but outside sources he’s not. 

When he does use his powers or when he becomes angry, his eyes glow brighter until it looks like his eyes themselves are small flames. His eyes can flash a very deep orange to gold when he becomes angry or irritated. Louis can regulate his body temperature and keep others warm or himself warm. That’s why he loves the heat so much and sleeps in the sun. He can feel hot to the touch if he sleeps in the sun and people can become worried, but he’s perfectly fine. 

Louis is weak to extreme cold weather and water. If he gets too cold, it takes him a little bit to get himself warm or create a fire. He can blow fire in his hands to get warmed up. Sort of like starting a furnace that’s close to going out. 

Fighting style: Louis is a close ranged fighter, preferring to be up close and personal with his opponent. Of course he knows to back up and get on the defensive if it’s an enemy that needs to be taken down from afar then rush in when they are down. If he doesn’t have his sword, he is really good at hand to hand combat. Using his strength and speed to overwhelm his opponent. He can use quick and light attacks or heavy and slow attacks. Usually he likes using quick and heavy attacks to overthrow his opponent. Using upper cuts and blows to the stomach. He is very agile and flexible. He can flip and bounce around, sometimes even bending in odd ways to get his opponent. 

Weapon(s): he has a sword he calls Ra which he straps to his hip. The blade is made from rare metals that had come from a fallen meteor. It’s a normal sword to anyone else, but when Louis holds it, it becomes more dangerous than anything else. He can set the blade on fire by running two fingers across it or heating the blade to the point it glows.

Louis is the third son of the Belmont family. They are a family of bounty hunters, monster hunters, doctors, adventurers, collectors and alchemists. They also sometimes work for the church to get rid of monsters that are too close to major cities or towns. They take jobs from families who have money and those who don’t. They are a very old family, have been around for many *many* generations and so they are a very rich noble family. Some of the Belmont's are well known around the world, some as great adventures and others as amazing and smart doctors. 

The Belmont's are a family who are born with magic and different colored eyes depending on their magic. Their magic makes them more animalistic than others. There is magic in the world, but with the Belmont's it’s different. They are faster, stronger, and have a sensitive sense of smell, hearing and taste. They can sometimes lose themselves in battle, snarling, growling and sometimes even purring. Their teeth are far sharper than others. Some say it’s a curse that was placed on the Belmont's. Others say that’s just how the Belmont's were born. Sometimes out of battle they can be just as animalistic, protecting those close to them.

People think of them as demons from hell or just cursed beings. But the Belmont's are amazing allies to keep but terrifying enemies to make which is why the church hasn't really done anything about them. The church may have power and influence, but they can’t compare to the Belmont's magical and fighting abilities. Louis is one of the well known monster hunters, he does do bounties but usually if it gets his interest. He travels all over the world to find monsters who people have seen or if there are rumors of said monsters.

 I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday

This character was heavily inspired by Castlevania. The Netflix show. All the pictures and gifs are from tumblr. And I made my character from Picrew by the artist naylissah.

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A friend I'm talking to on Discord (who is getting their ears chatted off by my pining for Side Order lmao) has also sent in some questions they'd like to have answered ^-^

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Some of my Espilver fics definitely suffer from lethal amounts of cute and fluff, I am certain. New Beginnings definitely had a ton of them, and the Flufftober fics are made entirely around this prospect, haha! I wouldn't be able to pick just one fic that's the sweetest, but it's definitely something related to Espilver.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

I think good/sunny weather is something that appears a lot, because that is the weather I love most. Also, in most of my multi-chapter fics around Silver and Espio it's usually Silver who is the one undergoing "the change" or "the issue"; Espio is relatively more static in that regard. For Stories I'm trying to switch that up somewhat precisely for that reason! I'm also a sucker for physical touches and pet names, but I usually have Espio instigate especially the latter; I don't recall a single instance that Silver called Espio any pet name other than Es, now that I think about it.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

This is a very tough question, actually; I like writing for Silver and Espio equally, and I quite adore writing for Sonic as well. I have however noticed that it seems a bit easier to write from Espio's perspective? Somehow, I tend to end up writing more chapters from his perspective, which I actively need to cancel out by also dedicating chapters to Silver's POV instead. But those are certainly some of the characters I love most! And there's also some OCs and stuff that I write about, but that work is kept mostly to myself and this friend in question ^-^

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I am sure that people realised some plot points from New Beginnings, but I struggle to recall what specific ones. It doesn't help that I don't have that many multi-chapter fics with major plot points getting foreshadowed earlier under my belt, haha. But one thing I believe happened is that someone correctly guessed what the Scientific Abbreviation that Venice had in Belong stood for (Psychokinetic Hedgehog-Mink-Hybrid, if I am not mistaken). That was kind of a major plot point, but I do believe they got it!

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I like to think I can write believable dialogue that has a decent flow to it, and that also fits the character "voices". For example, I actively pay attention to the differences in how Silver and Espio talk: Espio's a bit longer and wordier, whereas Silver is more snappy and a bit less "mature"/"fancy", so to say. And I think I am good at writing cute, fluffy scenes!

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Of course ! There hasn't been anyone faster than me !

Oc info :

Name : Minkro ( mink-ku-ro )

Race : Mink

Pronouns / gender : Transmasc - He / Him and any gender neutral pronouns

Background : After you awaken in the world of " Blox Fruits " you are met with a mink race pirate attacking you with no mercy later you learn that he used to be a part of the ' race assembly ' after falling out and going mad he now attacks everyone in his way either innocent or guilty

Random things :

He's 165 cm tall

He has a crush on someone

He has beginners luck

He gets frightened easily

He loves exploring and traveling

Fandoms I'm in ( all of the listed fandoms also have this oc in it's style )

Genshin Impact ( vision - cryo , weapon - caster )

Cookie run ( milk wind cookie - bomber - middle - ancient - " tastes very bitter at first but soon will be the most sweetest taste you ever had it feels like your on the wind like the name )

Honkai Impact and star rail ( to be added )

And a lot more

This blog was inspired by my friend @etherealpearls ! !