A bit about me, Constance Langdon.
I lived in New Orleans for centuries. I walked the streets among the immortals. New Orleans was considered “safe” as anyplace can be for Us. Witches, Warlocks, Voodoo Queens and Papa Legba. Vampires, Lycans, Demons.
That’s how I met Crowley. It was in the 1700’s Spain was in control. Their narrow minded religious beliefs caused several factions to break from one another. We had found a quiet, low key, existence until they came.
My coven was dragged through the streets, placed on stakes and burned before my eyes. They forced me to watch while the ones I loved screamed in agony.
My fury, anger and extreme uncontrollable despair brought forth many immortals. Some gleefully watching my pain, others wary of who the humans would try to destroy next. Only one stepped forward to help me.
I knew from the moment I looked into those yellow reptilian eyes, so filled with fury, I had found someone that understood loosing the ones you love, is far worse than losing God’s grace.
I found myself unbound as he told me to go. It was so quiet, not a movement or sound. I realized then, I was in the presence of the most powerful demon I had ever encountered. Perhaps the most powerful demon in the Universe.
I expressed my gratitude and knew my servitude would be requested next. Much to my surprise, he introduced himself as “Crowley”. When I asked what was required of me, his reply was “nothing”. He bid me farewell and was gone.
I slowly rebuilt my coven. Keeping a low profile, cloaking myself from the humans.
Through the years I managed to garner information on Crowley. He kept company with an angel, Aziraphale. An unlikely pair.
I traveled to a mystic shop in Soho in the late 1800’s that I was told had items I needed for the rituals coming in a fortnight. After procuring what they had, I walked along a river, keeping a low profile getting ready to go back to New Orleans.
I heard 2 gentlemen having a disagreement. Not my business, as I kept walking, until I heard “the voice”. I spun round, unable to stop myself. One was stomping away, the other stood ramrod tall, staring straight ahead. “Obviously” he stated, sarcasm dripping.
As his head turned, he looked directly at me. “You” was all he said. Even though the eyes were covered, I could feel them drilling into me. I told him I was on my way home and had recognized the voice. I apologized for overhearing his conversation. He only laughed a bitter sound.
We talked for a few minutes, and I again thanked him for saving me. He growled and told me to never mention it again. I couldn’t hold back my words, “you love him, don’t you? I can smell the sweetness on you from his essence.”
He turned and walked away from me. “Good luck Constance, and goodbye.”
That was the last time I saw Crowley, but he was my first thought as knowing a possible safe place for me to go, heal and live after the humans, aided by the Voodoo Queen wiped my coven out again. This time they took my beloved children as well.
This is how I came to find myself in unfamiliar territory, seeking sanctuary, once again. This time in Europe. New Orleans was no longer safe for me.
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A Lone Melody (Pt. 2)
Platonic parental Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)
Main|First
Warnings: Possessive behavior and references to canonical racism and slavery.
Word Count: 1,388
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There were some adjustments to be made when considering a baby on board a ship. Arlong wasn’t stupid, he knew this would have to happen in some way or another. Simple things like setting up designated play areas to occupy Melody when all hands were needed on deck—much as she clearly hated being left alone. They also had to stock up on special food for her since she was too young to even really have solid food, even if it was smashed all to hell. A weird powder substance that keeps better than trying to maintain a milk supply given that, for all the many talents in the crew, spontaneously providing baby-safe milk was simply not something any of the men could do.
It was a bit of learning curve for everyone but having a bubbly baby happy to be talked at did wonders for morale.
Arlong was currently trying to get Melody to speak. Holding her up to his chest and pointing out things and people as they passed by.
“—And those are seagulls, the noisy shits. A pretty good indication that an island is nearby since birds don’t usually like to sleep on the sea. You know Jinbe, of course—” Arlong prattled on as Jinbe walked by, rolling his eyes.
“I’m pretty sure you need to wait until she at least has her teeth in before she’ll be talking, Arlong.” Jinbe sighed.
“It’s never too early to start learning, Jinbe!” Arlong hissed before turning back to Melody with a wide smile, “But you could always call him ‘asshole’! Shahahahahaha~!”
“Mmmmm-bah~bah~!” Melody crowed gleefully along with Arlong.
Jinbe drove his fist into Arlong’s head.
“Stop teaching her swear words!” Jinbe hissed, ignoring Arlong’s yelp. “Or the first word out of her mouth will make a sailor blush!” He warned.
Arlong grumbled, rubbing his head.
“Fine. I guess you have a point.” Arlong mumbled, watching Jinbe walk away in a huff. He leaned in close. “Call me ‘dada’ before you call him ‘papa’ or ‘uncle’ and I’ll give you ice cream for dinner.” Arlong whispered, Melody playing along and quietly babbling back to him.
“Abbppft!” She babbled wetly, sticking her hand in her mouth to gnaw on it.
Arlong frowned, considering how wise it would be before gently pulling her hand free. He pressed his finger against her gums and noted the firm notches as she seemed to take offense at his intrusion. Angrily babbling to the best of her ability.
“Looks like someone’s about to start teething. What are you going to grow in there, pup? Something fierce like me?” Arlong asked rhetorically. Melody smacked at his hand until he withdrew with a chuckle, her face scrunched up in irritation before she shoved her hand back in. “Prefer to do it yourself, huh? That’s a good attitude to have, pup.” Arlong praised.
“Hey, Arlong! Are you going to keep talking to yourself or are you going to help trim these sails?” One of the others called. Arlong huffed, looking around for someone to watch Melody for a minute. He didn’t have his sling on hand so he wouldn’t be able to just slip her in and go help out.
“I’ll hold her for a while, Arlong. Go help the others.” Fisher Tiger said, walking up behind Arlong. Arlong startled for a moment, more than a little surprised.
Fisher Tiger had been a bit… distant as far as Melody was concerned, leaving the care of the infant to the rest of them.
“Ah… alright. I’ll be right back, pup, so you behave now.” Arlong warned, handing her off before going to the rigging as requested. Eager as always to go back to holding Melody.
--*--
Fisher Tiger looked down at the small baby with an ache deep in his chest.
The baby gazed up at him from between tufts of downy soft hair, eyes red as blood fixed on him innocently. Still half chewing her own hand, she reached with the other to pull herself up and look at him better.
Shame pooled in his gut as he lowered his head, brushing his thumb over her too-soft skin.
“I’m sorry, little one… my hatred is not your fault…” Fisher Tiger whispered softly into her hair.
He never felt as much of a charlatan as he did while looking at Melody. A large part of him holding such resentment for a mere fraction of her species. Her human features plain as day to his eyes despite his best efforts to see beyond race. She is wholly innocent of the crimes that have been committed against himself and their people.
But still he can’t help but see it. And he is not proud of that fact.
Fisher Tiger is quick to give Melody back to Arlong despite her attempt to reach back out to him.
A move he ignores, still seeing the shadows of faces that have no relation to the half-fishman child.
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After almost three months, there was a passing ship that decided to veer towards them, clearly looking for a fight. Some group of ramshackle pirates probably assuming a ship of lowly fishmen could never beat them.
Arlong grins, grabbing his weapon with Melody strapped to his chest. Hatchan looked at him nervously.
“What, Hachi?” Arlong hissed after a solid minute of the tension increasing.
“You’re not… really going into a fight with Melody, are you?” Hatchan asked nervously, Jinbe doing a double take in surprise. Arlong assumed that Jinbe was so used to seeing Melody in the sling that he didn’t even register it until that moment.
“What? Think I can’t take a few measly humans?” Arlong spat, making Hatchan flinch and shuffle back a few steps.
“It’s just not safe, is all!” He protested.
“She’s perfectly safe with me!” Arlong argued back, resting a hand over her small form when she started to whine.
“Arlong.”
Arlong’s head whipped over to Jinbe, his face hot with embarrassment at the tone Jinbe had taken up.
“What?” Jinbe looked at him like he was a pathetic worm, eyes trailing down slowly to his chest where Melody was secured.
“You’re scaring her.” Jinbe said slowly, like he was a fucking idiot. “She’s just a baby, Arlong. She may be safe with you, but she doesn’t know that. And she won’t understand that if there’s gunfire and blades crossing all around her.”
Arlong looked down and his heart sank.
Melody’s eyes were wide and lined with tears, lips wobbling as she aggressively bit on her fingers in worry. Soft face almost as red as her eyes.
“O-Ohhh, oh no, pup, no!” Arlong cooed softly, quickly heading down below deck to their rooms. Lifting Melody out of the sling and placing her on his cot, wiping her wet cheeks as he kneeled down. “Melody, don’t cry now… I’m sorry, pup. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to wipe out those filthy humans so you can play on deck again—here, play with this while I take care of something up top.” Arlong quickly wadded up his blankets into a nest to keep her from rolling onto the floor and pulled out a string of pearls. The chain tying them together more than enough to withstand Melody’s inquisitive grasp. And the pearls would probably feel nice to teeth on.
Melody seemed unhappy with the trade off but soothed herself by placing a pearl just smaller than her tiny, baby fist into her mouth. The faint flash of white informing Arlong that she was indeed teething successfully. He gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her soft hair and dashed out of the room to join the fight he could already hear starting.
Arlong hoped she grew out proper fangs like his rather than some useless, flat teeth. Better to bite back with, after all, and with how cute she is, she’ll need every advantage to scare away worms. Not that he’d make her do that all on her own, but still, some level of independence was healthy for children. Kept them confident and happy.
Jinbe caught Arlong’s eye as he rejoined the crew in the fight.
Jinbe looked pleased with himself, much to Arlong’s annoyance. So what if he was right, once? Arlong still knew what was best for his little girl.
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