#oc: vermouth

[idle-identity-ocs]

outfit designing for a story

[nexvius]

Wrong side of heaven

every light has a shadow. The little detective looks at the one-armed, grumpy-looking man... somehow this man seemed familiar. what that was probably about. maybe because he resembled someone?

Some fanart that took me 40 hours of work. My OC Chardonnay (Minoru) an

[clockwork-phantasm]

A cozy little Licorice doodle..

[venomgaia]

base sketch and licorice vermouth belong to @clockwork-phantasm

[oilith]

Man, it's been literally FOREVER since i've drawn fanart for detective conan. Expect me to drop a bunch of sherry and gin scetches soon. Also, would someone like to read a fic for vermouth with the very long backstory i've made for her in my head?

[special-simterests]

Statesman Agent Vermouth

A.K.A. Cobolt Kline

[marylynaaartsblog]

Deep Shadow

Here's the link to the first chapter of my FF! (New update every month)

Further info about the FF are contained in Deep Shadow: Diving into the Story

Enjoy!✨

[alexa-yukiyu]

Hello there ,hope your doing well💕 ,I really like your writing, So I was wondering if I may request, Shanks and benn with a fem! reader with a cute,gentle sweet personlity, That's overly sweet to everyone, just a cute person but sometimes can be taken for granted by other people, Reader has a close relationship with both men ,they almost always tell eachother everything and they share physical affection with y/n, Sometimes even fignt over y/n. You can write this in any scenario you wish for.^^

Thank you so much!! Have a good day!!!🫂💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Cocktails ( Shanks x reader x Beckman)

A/N Ngl I was goinh to delete this one just cause I was having so much trouble with, not even romance just non-platonic? But boy am I glad I din’t cause I had fun and I really liked how it turned out! I really went off in shanks and his parental decisions in this one

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese for the enjoyment of reader and oc character readers alike!

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“Well, look who is back,” Dokucha called with a smile as she watched the familiar crew walk into the bar.

“I’m guessing your treasure hunt was successful then?” She teased as she began rolling out tankards towards the crew, who threw cheers at the barmaid

“Ready as always, Dokucha,” Yassop called as he took hold of his tankard.

“I can’t let my best customers go thirsty now, could I? Nor hungry,” she called as she passed by his table, dropping a plate of the fish of the current season in front of the man, bordered by a few crustaceans.

“Yahahaha, you actually remembered?!” He called as he took one of the crustaceans and plopped it in his mouth

“Of course!” She grinned, throwing the man a wink as she dropped a plate of chicken meat to the man sharing Yassop’s table

“Din’t forget about you, Lucky Dear.”

"Jajaja! Thank you Dokucha!"

“At your service.”

“What about you two gentlemen?” She teased as she pulled out two glasses for the men who sat at the bar

“Willing to take a risk with me again?” She asked as she began to mix drinks in front of them

“Dahahaha! You always manage to hit the mark with your drinks, Dokucha!” Shanks cackled as he nodded his head toward the woman.

She shook her head as she let out a giggle at his usual overexcited attitude as he looked towards his first mate.

“What about you, Beck? Up for the challenge?”

“For you, Darlin’ always.”

“Alright!” she exclaimed as she continued mixing drinks, occasionally stopping to blend fruits to add to them.

“And here you go!” she said, sliding a green drink to the Captain, topped with a couple of Kiwi. To the vice-captain, she slid a glass with golden liquid, topped by a lone cherry as a garnish.

“What are they?” Beckmann questioned, taking a small sip of the drink

“Oh! It’s sake?!” Shanks beams as he tastes his own drink

“Yes! It’s a Caipisake! I know you always say there is no better drink than the one in East Blue. So I present to you the traditional and most famous drink in the Goa kingdom: a cocktail with a base of sake.” she babbled out as she gestured to the fruity cocktail.

“Beck, I made you a Manhattan. It has a base of Black rum, which has a smokey flavor since I noticed you tend to enjoy those more.”

“I taste a sweet undertone,” he called, glancing up at her.

“Mmhm! That would be the sweet vermouth.” She gushed.

“Dokucha, you have got to sail on the Red Force with us; I can’t possibly survive the rough sea without your brew. Here, I thought sake would be enough for me, but sweetcheeks, you have a knack for changing a man!” Shanks proclaimed as he swirled his glass and downed it

“Despite his overdramatic, he is not wrong, Darlin’. Every time we come, you make something different, and every time, I leave with a new favorite,” Beck spoke, ignoring the protests and whines the redhead threw his way.

“I-It’s nothing; it would be bad if I couldn’t do this much,” she said, a meek smile on her face, as she continued to continue drinks and food to the crew, blind to the knowing glances the men shared between them.

She frowned, watching as Luffy ran off, not paying attention to her. Regardless, she continued walking, approaching the pier and the man who sat on it.

“May I ?” She asked, gesturing to the now empty spot beside him, filling it once she had received a small nod from the first mate.

“That went horribly wrong,” he sighed, letting out a puff of smoke.

“I believe it went as good as it could have gone.” she corrected, gazing back towards the sea before them.

“With Luffy storming off once again?” he gaped, turning to look at her.

“Come on, Beck, you have been with him long enough. Luffy is Luffy; your words won’t reach him instantly; he needs time for the words to reach him in his own way at his own time.”

“I’m not sure they will this time,” he called, gesturing towards the mountain Luffy had disappeared too.

“You think he will be able to forgive the boss?”

“I know he will. His emotional intelligence is quite high for such a young boy. He reminds me of you in that way,” she grinned, making her way in front of the man as she kneeled down and took hold of his hands, much to his shock.

“Thank you, Beckmann, for always watching over my nephew and for being such a kind soul; I know this situation with Uta has been hard on you too, so thank you because, despite your pain, you still are trying to help others.”

“You’re killing me here, Darlin, he called as he gingerly grasped her hand, placing a small kiss on it, his signature cigarette now long gone.

“I made a mistake.” He sighed

Shanks had just returned from Elegia just hours before and to say that he was heartbroken was an understatement. So much had occured in so little time, he had to fight his own daughter who under the control of the music demon had ravaged trough the town. Ultimately, after he and his crew had managed to defeat it, he decided to leave Uta behind, taking the blame for the destruction of the town.

“It’s not an easy situation,” she started, slightly smiling as she continued drying her glassware.

“But I would go back. AH. Ah.” She tutted, putting a finger up as she noticed Shanks’ attempt to interrupt.

“Shanks. You made a choice a decade ago; you could have chosen to find her a different home and leave the chest with someone else that day. But you chose to parent her instead; you took the responsibility, and so now you keep that responsibility.” she scolded, by now having left the safety of the bar as she stood in front of the man to take her point across

“I know you think this is what’s best for her, but is it really? You just left her behind and had someone tell her, ‘Oh yeah, the people who have cared for you your whole life and who you admire deeply just destroyed, ransacked the town, and left you, sorry! But don’t worry, I’ll make you the greatest singer!” she rambled, her voice taking a higher pitch as she imitated the mayor’s voice.

“Dokucha, she has a dream. I cannot keep her from achieving it by keeping her tied to the crew,” he frowned, looking away from the mixologist.

“How is her being with her family tying her down? Had she asked to leave the crew, would you have stopped her?”

“No-

“No! If she wishes to leave, she can make that decision herself, Shanks. She is a child, a very loved one. So Yes, of course, she won’t leave her family regardless of her dream right now, she’s 12, but kids grow up and independentize, and they should do so with the support of their family. She should not be following her dream on a far-off island with some old man, thinking that her family left her behind whilst destroying the town of that said old man!”

“Dokucha i-

“Answer me this: do your crewmates not have their own dreams they are trying to achieve?” She questioned ignoring the man’s attempt to step in

“They do, each of them does, but it is not the same.”

“But it is,” she answered softly, putting one of her hands on his cheek to get his attention.

“A crew can have dreams while being on the crew, just like their Captain does; they reach those dreams with their family, their crew. None of them have given up on their dream, and you would never ask that of them; rather, you do everything in your power to support them, don’t you? That’s what Uta needs.”

He stared at her for a while, eventually leaving out a scoffed laugh as he shook his head. He had been sure of his decisions Days prior as he believed that leaving Uta behind following the rise of Tot Musica would be the best for both of them. It would keep his daughter safe and it would enable her to finally go after her lifelong dream but after hearing the point of view of an outsider his previous decision definitely seemed….stupid.

“Thank you, Dokucha, I will, I will get my daughter back,” he stated

“But you know I’ve never seen this side of you; you have always been so sweet-spoken, never took you for the bossy type,” he teased.

Her face flushes at his words as she backs away from him, putting her hands on her face as if to make herself invincible.

“T-Th- I ju- I just wanted to make my point!” she sputters out.

“Mmhm,” he hums, resting his hand on the bar counter as he leans his cheek on, watching the woman try to compose herself.

“R-Regardless! Luffy is here, s-so get yourself together,” She grumbled.

Listen Like I said I went off on Shanks, someone had to tell him 💅🏽 .And Somebody had to tell my man Beckman! Cause we see you Beck we see your hard work!!

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[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (18)

My fatal flaw is that I can’t say no to Venetia. I’ve known since I met her, when I moved into our suite at Cambridge, that I wasn’t going to be able to say no to her - not when she’s as pretty as she is and as pitiful. Which is how I find myself singing karaoke in the library with Venetia.

I didn’t know the words to Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears before Venetia pulled me out of my seat. I doubt that I’ll remember anything I’ve sung after we finish given how much wine I had at dinner. But it makes her smile, and everyone scattered on the couches around the rooms claps when we’re done. 

I hand off my microphone to another of the Henrys, and flop down on the couch, next to Felix. Venetia perches between our laps, one leg over mine, one leg over her brothers - her right arm around Felix’s shoulders, her left hand laid on my thigh. I wrap my free arm around her waist, and tuck my head into the junction between her neck and her shoulder, watching as the Henry who took the microphone from me starts to swagger as Flo Rida’s Low starts playing. 

“Oh god.” Venetia laughs as an exasperated sigh leaves Felix. 

It’s very evident right from the start that he’s not very good. It’s made even worse by the way his British accent tries to mimic Flo Rida’s tone. I huff out a laugh as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it to a woman that I presume is how wife. 

Felix is the first one to call it quits. “Alright, fuck this. I'm getting a drink.”

“Me too.” Venetia says, rising from her spot in Felix and I’s laps. “Coming Evie?”

I stand up with them, fixing the straps of my borrowed dress. “‘Course.”

I follow them back into the dining room, leaving the library behind us, letting the noise of the karaoke fade into the background. In the dining room, the plates and silverware have been cleared away, but the bar is still set up to the side of the room. 

Felix gets there first, pulling three glasses over from the side. “What do you drink, Evie?”

“Depends.” I say. “What are the options?”

“Anything you want.” He says, pouring himself some whiskey that looks like it costs five times my rent in New York. He starts on Venetia’s drink, pouring gin, vermouth and bitter campari into the same glass, and swirling it all around a few times before handing it to her. 

“Some tequila would be good.” I say. 

Felix grabs a bottle and pours me a healthy helping, and drops a lime wedge into the drink for good measure. “Alright?” He asks, handing the glass to me. 

“Yeah, thanks.” I say, taking a small sip. The tequila burns, just a little, the impact softened by the wine that’s already in my system.

Venetia grins as she sips her own drink. “Nobody makes a negroni like you, Fi.”

Felix scoffs, and downs his glass of whiskey like it’s a shot before pouring himself another. “I’m sure you’ve had better negronis than that.”

“I didn’t say it was good.” Venetia says. “Just that nobody makes them like you.”

“Shove off.” Felix says, but there’s no bite in it. 

Glasses in hand, we wander back to the library. The song changes abruptly as we slip back into the room, as I spot Farleigh at the karaoke machine, sorting through the selection, microphone in hand.

“Okay, well done Henry, that was great. Round of applause for Henry…” He grins as he finds the song he wants, and stands back up to his full height. “Okay now it’s time to take things up a notch. We have someone here who is a very talented singer.”

The intro to Rent, by the Pet Shop Boys begins to play. I turn to Venetia, already knowing what he’s going to do before he does it, but she’s only smiling, not recognizing the song.

Farleigh turns towards Oliver, that wry smile on his face. “He’s your best friend and mine: Oliver Quick!”

“No, no, no…!” Oliver protests as Farleigh grabs his hand.

Farleigh only smiles as he pries Oliver out of his seat and presses the microphone into his hand. “Yes, yes, yes… don’t be shy!”

Oliver stumbles forward, pushed by Farleigh, wide-eyed. “I don’t even know this song!”

From the couch, James claps his hands. “The words are on the screen, Oliver! That's the best bit! That's the best bit!”

The first verse of the song starts, and Oliver starts to sing, a little off the melody, but smiling anyway. Farleigh sidles up to me, a playful smile on his face. “What’re you drinking?”

“Tequila.” I say, holding my glass out to him. 

He takes it, and swigs some into his mouth before handing it back to me. 

I keep eye contact as I take a sip, sure to place my lips right over where his just were. “You’re cruel, you know. Making him sing this song.” 

His grin widens. “You know this song?”

“Yeah.” I say. “My mom loves the Pet Shop Boys. She’s always playing them around the house. Says they remind her of the ‘good ‘ol days’ before she had kids.”

“Harsh.” Farleigh laughs. 

“Either way, it’s mean.” I say. 

“Shhh, he hasn’t realized yet.” He says, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it with glee as he watches Oliver stumble along to the music. I watch as Elspeth realizes exactly what song is playing, casting a look at James. The cheering only gets quieter as more and more of the crowd realize where this is going. 

The music swells into the chorus, and the lyrics change on the screen. I watch Oliver’s face shift as he reads the words, and the joke dawns on him all at once. He falters only for a moment before he finishes it off. 

“I love you, you pay my rent.”

Full of malicious glee, Farleigh whoops. “Whoo! You tell ‘em!”

“Farleigh.” Felix’s voice is low. I glance over to him to see a glower on his face, not unlike his expression at the breakfast table the night after Venetia’s moonlit escapade. 

“What?” Farleigh mocks innocence. 

Whatever Felix is about to say is cut off by Oliver. “This is your song as well Farleigh, come finish it.” His tone is friendly, but his stare is anything but. A shiver runs up my spine just looking at him. 

Still, Farleigh grins. “Only if you insist.” He tucks his cigarette between my lips before dashing away, taking the mic from Oliver. He doesn’t have to look at the screen to know the words, and he leans into the performance, dancing and spinning the wire of the microphone as he croons. 

I puff on his cigarette as he looks over to me and winks.

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[ms-liz-steele]

No Love

Pole Dancer!Lisa x Bartender!Male OC | smut, drama, romance

-> Synopsis: Ollie has one rule he lives by: never mix work with his personal life.

But what happens when he sets his eyes on a dancer one night at a club during his shift.

New Chapters Every Monday

chapters index | ongoing

Vermouth

☾︎✯☽︎

I've never been a fan of workplace gossip. I never liked how fast news and rumours spread around work in a short space of time. Everyone will be talking about it no matter how big or small the gossip was.

Ideally, I stay clear and limit my involvement in such and avoid drawing too much attention to myself since I am a private person. Even if I hear the gossip, the likelihood of forgetting about it is pretty high. And one thing I learn in the month and a half I'd been working at the Coup Detat, the circulation of gossip was organised and structured somehow. I heard that there was a gossip group forum of some sort where people are updated on gossip and news around work.

So, you can imagine how annoyed I was when the incident with Lisa became the hot topic for gossip and people could stop pestering me for details for the past week.

I had my suspicions that Jin must have been the news reporter. I've never interacted with him all that much, but from what I'd managed to gather from the little interactions and observations, he spends a lot of time on that gossip forum. And since he was working his shift during the time it happened, I wouldn't put it past him to post about it.

"Hey, Jin?" I approached him when we were about to open up the bar.

"What's up?" he said, wiping the glass with a cloth.

"Did you by any chance spread the news about what happened last week?" I asked.

His face expressed confusion. "What news?"

"You know what," I rolled my eyes. "Everyone has been talking about it all week."

"A lot of things happen around here. You may need to be specific."

"He's referring to the news about Lisa kissing him." Chris chimed into the conversation.

Jin's eyes widened with shock and a snorted a laugh. "Holy shit! You're lying."

"I'm dead serious." He confirmed.

"Why are you acting surprised? You were there that night!" I snapped annoyed.

"No, I wasn't! I woke up with the worst fever and was bedridden all day. I was too sick to come to work!" he retorted.

"Then who was it that we saw that night?" Chris asked.

"That was Sehun."

"If you weren't there, then how come everyone here is talking and bothering me about it?" I demanded. "You spend too much time on that gossip forum. How do I know that you didn't post it there, huh?"

"My brother in Christ! I receive the tea. I don't deliver or serve it. The dancers are the ones who are the true gossip queens around here. They created the forum in the first place."

I let out a sigh, feeling stupid for falsely accusing him. "Just forget it."

"Oh hell no. Tea was spilt, and my cup is half full. Fill it up." Jin said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I want details."

"Yeah, mate. What really happened?" Chris asked.

"You're not going to stop bothering me until I tell you, right?" I deadpanned.

They both nodded their heads like a bunch of toddlers. I sighed relentlessly as I took a seat. The two gentlemen stared at me with anticipation as they waited for me to satisfy their curious minds.

"You better not tell anyone about this. Especially you," I said glaring at Jin.

He zipped his lips, locked them and threw the key away.

"I bumped into some girl I hooked up with and I was trying to avoid her. So, Lisa "helped me" the only way she knew how." I said, air-quoting the word "help".

"Jeezus!" Chris' eyebrows flew up astonished.

"Ah! The staged kiss. Classic savage move if I do say so myself," Jin cupped his chin.

Not much of a staged kiss since she literally put her lips on mine. I thought. Just the thought of it was making my stomach tingle for some reason. 

"Why are you avoiding that girl? Is she an ex-girlfriend?" Jin asked.

"No. It's just one of my rules. I don't exchange any contact and personal information to avoid making contact. I make it clear that I'm interested in pursuing a relationship. I don't do long-term hook-ups or situationships. I don't hook up with work colleagues or anyone involved in my work life."

"The first rule is kinda pointless though. I mean you are going to bump into these women one way or the other. You just have to be mature about it," Chris reasoned. "Besides, you're just talking. Not dating."

"Chris, I know enough to be able to tell when a woman wants a relationship or just wants my dick. I'm not about that life." I told him.

"How about the last rule about not hooking up with work colleagues and stuff? That kiss kind of breached it."

"It's just a kiss," I answered dismissively. "Besides, she initiated it."

"Did you kiss her back?"

I was silent.

"I rest my case," Jin replied smugly.

"So, what does that mean for the both of you?" Chris asked.

I pressed my lips and released a sigh through my nose. I was yet to figure that part out myself.

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I heard that the Coup Detat had a dance practice room. The dancers requested one so they could practice and rehearse for their performances and naturally, Jiyong was generous enough to grant their request. That was where I found Lisa.

"Mushroom Chocolate" by Quin and 6LACK was blasting loudly with the bass and beat roaring in the room by the time I arrived. Lisa was dancing in front of the mirror dressed in a white long-sleeved crop top with a round collar, a pair of high-waisted black shorts and a matching pair of knee-high-heeled boots.

I leaned against the door and watched her move and rock her body sensually to the rhythm and tempo of the music. She ended her routine by spinning on her knees before slowly sliding down on her stomach and turning to lie on her back.

I entered the room. Lisa spotted me entering through the mirror and sat up, meeting my gaze. I walked towards her and lent her a hand. She smiled and took it before pulling her up to her feet.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey," I said, letting her hand go then proceeded to put my hands in my pockets. "Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

"No! Psh!" she waved her hand dismissively. "I was just about to wrap things up and head out.

I responded with a nod. She moved towards her duffel bag. She bent down to retrieve her water bottle. I turned my attention anywhere but her butt and cleared my throat.

"What do I owe the pleasure of being graced by your presence?" she turned around, twisting the cap from her bottle and took a sip.

"I think you know what I'm here for," I said.

"The rumours? I wouldn't worry too much about that. Give it a week and it will be old news."

"I know, but that's not what I'm here to talk about."

She arched an eyebrow.

"You kissed me," I said matter-of-factly.

"Okay..." she leaned her back on the mirror.

"I know you did it... to help me with the situation I was in, and I appreciate it..."

"But..."

"It was unnecessary. We're co-workers, after all, so there has to be some professionalism."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's just a kiss."

"I know, but I feel like there's more to it," I said. "I mean you could have gone about it without kissing me. And it felt like you've been waiting to kiss me for a while."

Lisa stared at me with eyes twinkling with amusement and a sly smirk tugging her lips. "How are you so sure?"

"I'm an experienced kisser. I can tell."

She hummed and nodded her head. "Okay. So, let's say that is the case. What then?"

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea. You're great, but I don't associate with work colleagues that way," I explained.

"Why is that?"

"I make it a policy to avoid mixing work with pleasure."

She hummed again. She pushed herself off the mirror and walked towards me, moving her hips suggestively. I raised an eyebrow, not sure if she was doing that on purpose just to get some kind of reaction out of me.

She stopped in front of me. She wasn't too close, but she wasn't too far either.

"If the kiss was unnecessary as you make it out to be, why did you kiss me back?"

I was silent.

"I don't think I have your level of experience when it comes to kissing, but I can tell when a guy enjoys a kiss," she says tapping her bottle on my chest playfully.

I was at a loss for words not because I didn't have anything to say to refute her statement, but because I didn't know how to refute it. I didn't have an excuse either. And I could tell that she knew she backed me into a corner.

"Tell you what, how about I take you out," she suggested. "Consider it my way for acting out of pocket with my little stunt, hmm?"

I blinked unable to respond.

"I'll take that as a "yes"," she patted my cheek and moved away from me to go pack her stuff.

Once she was done, she moved towards me and searched my pockets until she found my phone. She dialled her number on my phone and called it. She saved my number and returned my phone.

"Expect a text from me when I set up the date," she said, gleefully.

She moved past me and left me alone in the room wondering what the hell just happened.

[idle-identity-ocs]

The Wormwoods and their pet :)

[nexvius]

work in Progress...

Little piece If currently working on. Minoru (my Oc) is Wataru Takagis father. He disappear when Wataru was 8 years old. He we're declared dead after an accident. And all that was found was the smashed arm of Minoru, but No corpse. His son try to find the truth, behind the disappearance from His father. And followed His footsteps, and became a Police Officer Like minoru was before. But what Wataru didn't know... His father still alive... and Part of the black Organisation.

[clockwork-phantasm]

Okay so maybe I’ve been playing too much Katamari Damacy lately, hehe!

Couldn’t help but make a “cousin” out of Licorice.

[orchide0us]

Razors and Vermouth

Chapter One

Thomas Shelby x OC

Warnings- canon level violence, swearing.

Birmingham, England 1913

Atticus walks into his family home looking for his younger sister. “Hey sunflower, How’s my birthday girl doing?” Atticus asks, a playful smile creeping onto his face.

She spins around with a smile on her face, “I’m doing good, mum left a bijandipe lunch ready for me this morning.

Atticus grins, clearing his throat before announcing, “Since today is your 18th birthday I’m taking you into the city to see the stables, what do you think about that?”

She looks up at him, her smile growing even more as she asks “Are you serious? Naisarav tuke, me kamav tut! Let me go get ready!”

“Okay,” Atticus replies, laughter in his voice as she runs towards her bedroom. “But hurry up. We want to have enough time so we can leave by dusk.”

As they start driving to the stables there's a flicker of nervousness crossing Atticus’ face. I hope everything goes well he thinks. His sister hops in the car, enthusiastic and ready to go.

“Ok let’s hit the road!” She says her voice filled with anticipation.

As they approach the city Atticus looks tense. He starts driving into an empty alleyway. “Why are we leaving the car here?”

“Well khamesqi dud,” He explains, scanning his surroundings, “ I thought this might be easier to come back to. I’m not sure how busy the stables will be today,” he tells her while sweeping the streets.

While entering the stables the look on his sister’s face grows brighter and brighter, “ I’m so excited We have to go see Cian first!” She declares. As soon as the words come out of her mouth she speeds to the stable.

The day flies by as they groom Cian, giving him a bath, brushing his hair, and getting all of the gear cleaned and polished for the next race. Before they know it, dusk begins to settle softly around them.

Atticus opens his mouth to speak before she interrupts him, “I know we have to go now it’s okay.” She says, a knowing smile on her face.

“Okay smart mouth, I get it you can see into the future.” He teases.

She pouts, “I’m not like mum. She’s the real seer.”

The two walk back to the buggie in comfortable silence, with only the sounds of drunk men laughing at the bars nearby. Just as Atticus turns the corner, five men emerge out of the shadows.

Atticus instinctively grabs his sister and pulls her behind him. “Gentlemen, how may I be of service?”

One man smoking a cigarette, steps forward, “ You Atticus?” he inquires.

*Italians*

“Depends. Who’s asking for me?” Atticus replies his tone hardening.

“Word is you and your gypsy friend were messing with some of our products. We don’t take kindly when people mess with our stuff.”

Atticus glances at his sister, his stomach clenching. “Listen gentlemen I don’t want any problems, I’m here with my sister. We just want to leave.”

The tension in the atmosphere is thick. Atticus realizes he’s gotta keep his cool for his sister’s safety.

“That's too bad.” The man says. “ Somebodys gotta pay, one way or another.” As soon as he finishes he throws his cigarette on the floor. “Grab her!” He yells. His goons reach for Atticus’ sister.

As they go to seize, her she kicks one of them in the stomach.

“Ow! You little bitch you’re gonna pay!” He grabs her hair pulling her back.

She yelps in pain. Tears started to form in her eyes. As soon as Atticus sees this happening he lunges forward hands clenched in the shape of fists.

“Hey get off of her!” Atticus yells. He punches the man and throws him on the floor. Once the rest of the goons realize what’s happening they pull out their knives threatening Atticus. “You better watch it you gypsy, or we’ll hurt your pretty little sister.”

Once Atticus hears he’s distracted, the man gets up, slamming his fist on Atticus’ face and knocking him down.

“Phral!” she yells. The man's goons grab Atticus by his collar pulling him up to his knees, they punch him again and again, his face bleeding everywhere. There’s tears in her eyes.

“Get her up!” He yells, the goons holding her drag her closer. The main man opens his switchblade slicing her neck. “Tell your people to not mess with our products. We hear about this being done one more time and you will all end up like this.” As soon as he finishes he stabs Atticus.

“NO!” she yells, bawling her eyes out.

The men push her on the ground. As they start walking away, chuckling she yells out. “Tu ćhavo e kurvaqo, tu ka poćines!” She starts crawling toward her brother whose face has become pale. She holds his body in her arms crying, rocking back and forth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she whispers. She starts to hear sirens approaching. As she turns headlights flash her face making her close her eyes, once her eyes are closed she sees a vision of bright blue eyes that she has never seen before.

Dictionary-

Bijandipe- Birthday

Naisarav tuke, me kamav tut- thank you, I love you

Khamesqi dud- sunshine

Phral- brother

Tu ćhavo e kurvaqo, tu ka poćines- you son of a bitch, you will pay.

[venomgaia]

HQ persimmon pudding nameday

(happy birthday @clockwork-phantasm!!)

[oilith]

Got to draw digitally in class today so i doodled my detco vermouth fanchild oc