˙⋆✮ 𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 ✮⋆˙

⋆˙⟡ VINNIE ☆ she/her ☆ 22 ☆ yumejoshi ⟡˙⋆

⤷ REMY, FAYE, LAW, & FELICIA'S goth wife ⁠♡

⤷ BYI ⋆⋆⋆ MAIN ⋆⋆⋆ selective sharing

𑣲⋆ And if I confessed that deep down I actually hate the beach with all my heart... Anyways Vincia fic to celebrate summer because I'm BORED and this woman would drag me out to one.

The sun was brutal. Bright rays beaming down, turning the fine sand of the beach into a waiting burn. Heat waves wove through the air, a warning about how damn hot it was outside.

Vinnie didn’t know why she let Felicia drag her out here. The beach had never been her thing, there was too much to dislike. The sand getting stuck on her skin, hiding in every crease and sticking to sweat and water. The sun’s brutality, burning her pale skin no matter how much sunscreen she applied and reapplied. The people, so many people: loud conversations, annoying children, and the eyes that always glanced, no matter what. No one knew how to keep to themselves, they always needed to steal glances at the chick sitting under the umbrella, brooding.

Maybe it was her deep-carved pout, a permanent fixture when she dragged herself to this sandy deathtrap. Maybe it was her body—no, she wouldn’t dwell on that now. Maybe it was just curiosity and human nature, that need to observe and take in every tiny detail in the background. Whatever it was, Vinnie didn’t like it.

Her back hits the towel, the frayed fabric itching the bare expanse of her back. Ugh, even with a barrier between her and the sticky grains of sand, she couldn’t find peace. Somehow, they crept up onto the edges of the beach towel, a reminder of the impending hour-long shower she’d be forced to take when she got back to the X-Mansion, resulting in a teasing husband waiting outside the bathroom door—or worse, inside the shower with her.

Vinnie sighs, sunglasses sliding down her face. She was bored. The only entertainment for her right now was tracing the wire holding the umbrella up, eyes grazing over each intentional stitch, over the small joints holding the extending arms together. Well, that and the seagull that she had fed, offering the bird half of Felicia’s leftover sandwich from the restaurant down the road.

At least Felicia was enjoying herself. The woman was splashing around in the water right now, claws slicing through waves to grab at the little fish that swam too close towards the shoreline and pier, lured in by the bait on ship decks and fishing lines. Vinnie was confused on how a cat could like water so much. Seriously, weren’t they supposed to hate it?

Whatever it was, Felicia wasn’t deterred. In fact, the cat burglar was using the rough waves to her advantage, snatching people’s jewelry and possessions off their bodies when particular rough crashes occurred. Smart girl, she was.

Her emerald gaze catches Vinnie’s eyes from the shore, manicured hand coming up towards those plush lips to blow the other woman a kiss. Vinnie smiles softly, blowing one back towards the thief, sighing heavily.

The air was still thick and warm, suffocating. She grew up in sweltering heat and near beaches, she should be used to this. Yet every time she stepped out onto the sandy expanse, Vinnie wanted nothing more than to run and hide back in her bed.

Her eyes trail off towards the city behind them, observing the heavy traffic. The beach was always busy during this time of the year, horns being laid on, bikes and pedestrians crossing at inconvenient times. Ugh, that was another major issue: it was always so damn loud at the beach. She could barely hear herself think, let alone the fact that Felicia had snuck up on her—

Wait, Felicia snuck up on her? Vinnie turned her head around, feeling the salt water dripping onto her thighs. Ugh, lovely. “Felicia, yer done in the water?”

“Mhm! Got a bunch of goods for us to pawn.” The burglar smiles, pulling tons of silver and gold from the valley between her breast: watches, necklaces, chains, wedding bands, even a few anklets she dived down to retrieve off unsuspecting swimmer’s feet. Honestly, it was a good haul.

Vinnie looks around, head whipping frantically to see if anyone caught the amount of stolen goods in her girlfriends hand. “Stop flaunting that! Put it in my bag, c’mon.”

Felicia giggles, opening the beach bag and dumping her new prizes inside. Then, she collapses next to Vinnie, snuggling up against her. Felicia’s skin was sticky, sunscreen and water rubbing off onto Vinnie’s chest and side. Her arm flings over the bat mutant, keeping her pressed tight.

She loved Felicia, but damn, was it a bit too hot for this type of clinging. She looks down, noticing the content look on the thief’s face. Fuck, that was cute… like she finally had a real home, a real person to call her own—somewhat, after all, was technically Vinnie’s mistress in that weird relationship.

“Sweetie, why don’t we head back to my hideout after this, yea?” Her cheek presses against Vinnie’s more tacky sunscreen smearing onto her skin. “I’ll run you a bath, an’ tell LeBeau that this kitty’s got her claws in you tonight, ok? But first, I wanna nap right here.”

Vinnie rolled her eyes at the inconvenient and rather uncomfortable cat nap spot. “Fine. I’ll order takeout, and we can pawn those goods later.”

“Sounds like a plan…” the cat mumbles into her skin, breath warm on her neck as she dozes off, thick heatwaves still circling.

Maybe Vinnie could get used to the beach, as long as Felicia let her have her sanctuary under the umbrella.

𑣲⋆ Hi... Remnie meet cute. I hate this. I hate all my writing /hj. So enjoy my slop on a plate... 👀 Also like people should send me prompt ideas I'm running on empty fuels... Ask are always open especially if you want specifics on certain relationships... sighs.

All Remy knew was a life on the run.

From the Thieves Guild, from mutant hunters, from his own past and religious conflicts. Every waking moment, he was running from something, whether it be himself or others. He had hoped escaping from Creed would give him that freedom, that the feeling of breath on his back would be gone, even for the slightest bit of time.

He should have prayed harder.

It was impossible not to hear the footsteps behind him, following him through the city streets. Remy had a trained ear, he knew the sound of being trailed. Whoever was following him, they were clumsy: loud bangs of whatever cans and bricks they hit on the roof, the subtle thud of heeled boots on shingles.

All he had to do was draw them out somehow… Maybe finding a more isolated part of the town, perfect for an ambush. Remy peels off, winding himself between tight alleyways formed from the towering apartments, egging on his perpetrator. He had the upper hand right now, he had the advantage—

Remy’s heart dropped at the sound of wings unfurling. Fuck, maybe he wasn’t ready for this. God, who wanted him now? Calloused fingers tighten their grip on his cards, body taking on a defensive stance. The walls were constricting—or, at least it felt like that—Remy’s breath slowly feeling snatched. He hadn’t been pinned like this in years.

He had no where to go. No one to run to. No family, no guild. No wife. No one. No one to mourn the loss of him, no one to call his own. How charming, a thief who could steal whatever he wanted, but never have the one thing he wanted: family, a place to call his own. Someone.

A throbbing began in his head, life flashing behind his eyes as a black mass lunged at him, webbed wings spread wide. He tumbles into the concrete pavement, cheek scratching the surface as sharp nails dig into his shoulders.

A woman: white hair, pale skin, young. A year younger than him, 18, he assumed. Just a baby. Wide bat wings sprouted from her back, blue eyes narrowed like slits, only accentuated by the sheer amount of pitch black eyeliner drawn on. Why was someone like her hunting a man like him?

The minute of shock washes away, earning a ‘fuck’ from his lips as he tosses her off him. She was clearly untrained, unsure of her fighting skills and mutation. Scared was the right word. Her knuckles were red, long nails digging into her palm as she clenches onto those silver brass knuckles like they’d save her life. She obviously didn’t know what she was doing.

She was sent by someone.

“Now, cher, Remy don’t wanna hurt dat pretty lil face… What’s got dis bat all riled up an’ chasin’ down moi?” His accent was smooth, stalling the woman for a brief second. She wasn’t expecting him to sound like that, like he could just charm the panties off someone… Which, now that she got an eyeful, he probably had. He looked like the type of guy to do whatever he could. Like right now.

“You should just come with me, then. I don’t want to hurt you.” The bat mutant hesitates, before quickly adding on, almost unsure of herself: “I mean, I will if I have to though.”

Remy chuckles, lowering his raised hand of cards. Poor thing, she was practically shaking in those heels at the thought of having to fight him. “Non, cher, Remy ain’t a monster… Wanna tell me why ya trailin’ me down?”

That causes her to falter, unsure of what to say. “Creed,” finally escapes from those pale pink lips. “Creed sent me…”

Ah, that made sense. The big kitty cat wanted Remy back? What a shame, he wasn’t going down that easy. Something didn’t sit right with him, though. She looked… upset. Like she didn’t sign up for this—

He sighs, crimson eyes locking onto her own. “Ya fucked up, didn’t ya? Signed up f’ somethin’ ya ain’t know was his whole… army.”

The woman nodded, dropping to her knees. God, now he felt bad, almost about to attack this poor thing. She looked more like a scared kitten, that ruff of bat fur around her neck puffed up. “Well, I ain’t gonna hurtcha, chaueve-souris.” A big palm cups her cheek, thumb brushing the skin gently, as if petting a frightened animal.

A small smile cracks at her lips, before her face hardens again. “You should run. Get away from here, ‘m not the only one in the area—”

“Non.” Remy interrupts, shaking his head. He dusts himself off, tucking away his deck and offering her a hand. “C’mon, ‘s not safe f’ ya, either. I know how Creed gets when he got his fangs ‘n pretty lil things like ya. Dere’s nothin’ waitin’ f’ ya with him.”

Seriously? He questioned his own logic at this point, but for some odd reason he was drawn to her. Likewise, he could see that she was drawn to him, too.

“Fuck, he’s gonna be on our asses the whole time, it’s not safe—uhm, Remy? Ugh, whatever your name is.” She takes his hand, letting him pull her up. Her eyes scan the area, looking for her fellow teammates. “Just, get out of here, okay? I’ll tell them I’m incompetent, they’ll believe it—”

“And den? Ya gonna earn yaself a nasty beatin’, cher. Not on Remy’s watch.” He was dead-set in not letting her go back. He didn’t fully understand her circumstances, but from what he gathered he could tell she didn’t want to be a pawn. He felt a sort of kinship with her: two people trying anything to survive.

A pretty white fang bites down on her lip, sending a bloom of heat through the thief’s chest. “Fine.” Her eyes land on his, head nodding. “I’ll come with you. But we gotta go, now, before they find us both.”

“C’mon den, fille. A life on de run sounds like fun wit some company, non?” His hand tangles with hers, cool leather on warm skin. Something real, someone real.

A giggle erupts from her chest, the first genuine sound he’d heard from the woman since she had him pinned down to the concrete. The scrape on his cheek stung, but it was a dull throb in his head.

“Ahh, ‘fore we get runnin’ too far, Remy’s gotta know de lady’s name…”

“Vinnie.” A soft whisper, like she was confessing a secret. Vinnie. It felt right in his mind and on his tongue. Vinnie.

Maybe once in his life, he could have someone to lean on. Just once. Remy just hoped his luck didn’t run out anytime soon.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ wonder if you know you're on my radar (on my radar).

⋆˙⟡ "Aww, c'mon, Vin. This kitty just wants to go on one more heist tonight. Somethin' small, like a necklace. Ooh, or that pretty painting we saw!"

Vinnie sighs, looking over at her girlfriend. "That's not small by any means, Fee. 'sides, Charles would have my ass if he knew I was assisting you in stealing priceless pieces from-"

"Ughh, Charles this, Jean that! Darling, we're not at the X-Mansion right now... be free. Live a little. The night is young... You steal all the time with the swamp rat, so a neglected art piece shouldn't be any different than petty shoplifting!" Her lips press together in a pout, claws crawling up her shoulders. "Besides, we have nothin' better to do..."

She was right, there was nothing to do on the rooftop at this time of night. Cars were speeding by on the streets, businesses closed down mostly for the evening. The sidewalks were full of drunks and drugged up clubbers, people who wouldn't pay much mind to two women slinking in the shadows.

"Fine." Vinnie grunts, following the slender woman up off the ledge, towards a distant building. "You promise yer gonna behave tomorrow after this?"

"No promises~"

dividers by cursed-carmine + saradika-graphics ♡

What does your Gambit variant look like?

— @sirantonyellis ♤

AXEL IM GOING CRAZY THINKING ABOUT THIS... HERE IS MY MEGA POST ABOUT EARTH-9038 REMY HNGHHH... i am so normal about remy lebeau i can be trusted around remy lebeau... (also felicia variant because HEHE im spoiling you enjoyyy eat up). I would draw this if i could i need to stop telling myself i will draw and actually do it + learn anatomy (im lazyyyyyy) If there is anything else ur curious about that I missed/you want more on you should hehe... send another ask or dm me.. heheh.

AS usual i am firing back at you.. ik we talked about it a bit but im very very very eager to hear about YOUR variant of mr lebeau!

Remy LeBeau - Earth 9038:

✦ HNGHH So lost where to start so we can start with like, his hair. He has the 97' pony tail/long hair I do not give a FUCK! My man is rocking his long ass hair and i will be yanking on it trust me... I like brushing and braiding it he lets me. Also I run the verdict here his hair is auburn-reddish (#8F2A13, pardon this may be changed later I'm doing this in the dark and am rather blind LMAOO) leaning, rather than leaning towards brunette like some comics.

✦ On a facial note, he is never seen without his stubble only because he knows it drives me crazyyyy I need that little scratch heh.

✦ Piercings!! I have taken the opportunity to bless this man with: midline tongue piercing, lobes (both standard and high), industrial (right ear), and nipple piercings! (yummy I am a woman of class)

✦ Tattoos! I kept his tattoos from Rivals (MINUS the giant Anna-Marie one, we swapping dat to say Vinnie because I'm wifey). He also has a tramp stamp (something with a spade I have yet to draw it out). Heavy on Fleur de lis and card motifs, however. He also has a little bat on his wrist because of me hehe!!

✦ Sigh... the fun part. Does the carpet match the drapes? The answer? Somewhat. Its a darker color, almost leaning in towards brown territory (#661B0C, again may be changed later I am blind rn).

✦ Overall, he does lean into more alt styles. I am a firm believer in rockstar Remy and I do think he is flaunting himself in crop tops, tiny shorts, and tight clothing from time to time... heh. Definitely falls more into the punk side of things. I have yet to pick out/design his wedding band so stay tuned for that... 👀

✦ He paints his nails! Typically, he goes for black, white, grey, or pinks.

✦ Height: 6'2" | Weight: 195 lbs (Ty marvel wiki/fandom pages + Vinnie adding some weight to them because idk man...)

Felicia Hardy - Earth 9038

✦ Hair! She stays with her white/platinum, faintly grey hair (#d8dcdf, again subject to change). Also, her hair is wavy/slightly curly, I do not fuck with straight haired Felicia I think she needs some bounce in that hair (looking at u spiderman game).

✦ Piercings! She really only has standard lobes, it's a bit of a risk to have all that silver on her if she's getting through metal detectors and not getting snagged/caught on random things!

✦ Again... No, the carpet does not match the drapes. It is black and I stand my fucking ground mama does NOT have bright white pubes LMAOOO.

✦ This girl loves her chokers. She has all sorts of them + collars that she wears daily! They are just part of her outfits and really tie in that black cat image she goes for! Also whenever she's out and about with me there is always jewelry on her. Bangles and bracelets especially, she loves seeing the silver on her hands! The noise also helps conceal the sound and view of smaller items finding their way into her bra/purse...

Congrats on the new relationship! How do you and Felicia show love with one another?

— @sirantonyellis ♤

HGJDNJSNS hi axel... blushing rn and sighing heavily. I know I already asked this about you and rem so give me 15 minutes to come up with a devastating ask in your inbox LMAOOO! sorry if this makes no sense im half asleep writing this but i figured i need to write it down now or i'd forget.

How do I show love to Felicia?

✦ It really is the little things. I'm very much the type of person to do anything for the woman I love, including just pampering her. Running her baths, making her favorite meals, leaving her little notes... I like taking care of my partner, and with Felicia it's easy (because she lets me do it without a fight. She likes the pampering so score 1 for Vinnie lmaoo).

✦ Like with Remy, I do have sticky fingers, and sometimes will snatch things up for her. I fear however I am the type to splurge on her. She saw an outfit or something she wanted? Oh no, it's in my cart. I'm a huge gift giver so anything she wants is hers, whether we have the funds or not! I love spoiling my partners hnghhh I promise it's not rooted from any sort of mommy issues no never...

How does Felicia show love to me?

✦ She isn't a thief for no reason! Felicia is not shy to put those sticky fingers to work: fancy necklaces, rings, or little things she saw that she thought I'd like... Sometimes a nice fat wad of cash to go splurge on ourselves, if she's lucky!

✶⋆.˚ FINALLY locked in and made the first of four f/o playlist!! Handing you guys Lawvin crumbs (and testing smth out real quick)...

PLAYLIST: here

𑣲⋆ HIIIIII I finally got around to (reviewing) my Lawvin meet cute, so here it isssss!!! Shout out to my first husband I love him to pieces. he's the guy who made me realize I was a yume and the first for me to both keep long term + marry so here's to him and our origins. 🥂

If there was one word to describe Sabaody at this time, it would be cramped. Pirates, Marines, and the poor residents were all swarming around.

It was a total mess. Stalls were flipped over, tarot cards laying around on the floor, even interesting footprints... a dinosaur? One could only assume. The island was in shambles, all because all of the Worst Generation happened to be here at the same time.

It seemed pathetic, wasting time over pirates because they had 'potential'. Just because they rose so high at such a young age did not mean they were destined for 'greatness' like Gol. D. Roger was. Could people even consider his life great? The man died with a secret so heavy it set the world ablaze, a new generation of exploration.

Average male behavior, the woman noted. It was pointless, dwelling on the past. Not when the Marines were still corrupt as ever—she knew of this well, being a Kuja pirate... well, a former one.

Her heels dig into the torn up grass, making her way through the shadows of the archipelago. Breaking free from her past left her with nowhere to go, but also, nowhere to run to. Everyone was a distant stranger: the Kujas did not wish for her face ever again, and the Marines would capture her, rendering her either a prisoner in Impel Down, or a future toy for the Celestial Dragons. Neither of those sounded ideal at the moment, or ever, so for now? She hid.

This was probably the worst island she could have picked, however. Literally no one wanted to help pirates now. She hoped it was not obvious she came from a former crew, although kujas did have better manners than others, so it was safe to assume she could breathe a tad bit easier.

Brawls flash by her eyes. Ah, floating tarot cards and a huge angel. Must be Hawkins and Urouge clashing. A T-rex? That’s where the footprints came from, X-Drake. Oh, and of course, Strawhat Luffy was—did she see that right?? Fighting alongside Trafalgar Law and Eustass Kidd? Well, fighting was a decent way to put it. One could say competing was better.

Her hooded figure slinks closer, hiding behind the trees where the three take on Marine troops. Oh, thank the heavens, they busted the auction hall. It was good to know the Celestial Dragons just lost half of their purchases, most of the captured people fleeing. 

While she was glad that the Marines were put to rest in this area, she was not happy with the damage those three had done! Seriously, how reckless were men? Towering piles of armor, swords, and ammunition are scattered around the field, Kidd’s devil fruit at the root of the problem—she saw that giant ball of metal get tossed. Then there were the trees and buildings, strategically sliced in half and jumbled around: that would have to be Law’s handiwork. 

That left the Strawhat. God, that kid was full of energy. Right now, he seemed to be trying to get the other two captains to work alongside him. It… wasn’t going well. Truly a weak display of power on Luffy’s end, but whatever. The woman watches from the trees still, listening into every word of theirs. She did not trust men, but realistically? One of them would be the only chance for her off this island. So who to pick?

Law was a surgeon. That’s a good start, but what else? His devil fruit is insanely powerful, and just so happens to be in the right hands for it to be used to its full potential. Yet that brings such a large threat, a way for evil to take root in his blood. 

Then there was Kidd. He was rambunctious, loud, and a competitive one, but that could make for a good captain. He seemed to be able to assert himself in situations and—try—to take charge. His devil fruit also made for great self defense, but it raised the concern of her metal piercings. Nevermind, that was not something the woman wanted to risk.

Finally, there was Luffy. The kid was loud as hell, but super friendly. Out of the three, he would be the easiest, and seems eager for people to join his crew. A trust like that could make or break him, leaving room for all sorts of problems in the future.

The three men finally break off, Kidd retreating to the right and Luffy retreating—though, it was more like running—to the left. That made Law her target. He was not a bad choice, he seemed like he could be the most reliable out of the captains.

“You” the woman calls out. Law looks behind him from his perch on a box of crates, amber eyes narrowing in suspicion. 

“You’re eavesdropping. Do you have any self-respect?”

Oh, what an asshole. The woman bites her lip, a flash of sharp canines. “Maybe. But it’s for a good reason… Unlike this mess you made of Sabaody. Do you pirates have any self respect?”

“Do you?” He asks, raking his gaze down her body. The woman had nothing on under her black, fur trimmed coat clearly, her thighs clad in a pair of black shorts and fishnets. “You look like some angsty teen, how old are you? I don’t waste time on kids.”

“Twenty-two. And I could make the same assumptions about you. For a doctor, you look like you don’t sleep a lot. Ran away from mommy too soon?” She was no better than him, but he deserved it. If he had the audacity to comment on her, then she could on him as well.

That comment seemed to strike a nerve, a flash of pain crossing his smug face. Good, maybe a little humbling would bring him down to earth. “Whatever, did you need something?”

“I do, actually. Care to let me join your crew? I can be quite helpful, I am trained in hand-to-hand combat, and I ate a devil fruit—” The woman was cut off by a laugh. Seriously?? Did he not have any shame?

“You want to join my crew? After you insulted me? You’re lucky I’m a patient man, woman. I don’t like unnecessary conflict…” Law trails off, looking at his crewmates in the distance. Was that a giant polar bear? What was wrong with this man??

Law taps his knuckles against his sword, the sheathed weapon laying in his lap. He seemed deep in thought, before calling out to the bear. “Bepo! Do we have room and funding for another member? This woman claims she can fight and has a devil fruit.” Oh, she was so going to wipe that smug look off that bastard's face.

“I think so, Captain!” Wait, who squeaked? She looked around, noticing that the bear was the one who made that little chirp. Interesting, such a big creature, yet so timid. “I think Ikkaku would be grateful to have another woman to bunk with, sir!”

“Well, there’s your verdict: you heard the man”, Law replies. “Welcome aboard, woman. I still don’t trust you enough, so my crew’s gonna keep a close eye on you, okay? I’d hate to have to throw you overboard… you said you had a devil fruit, yeah?”

The woman bites back a snarl at him. She was starting to regret this decision a bit. “Whatever. Just take me to your crew and ship.”

“Patience… something tells me we’re not done on this archipelago. Besides, my crew’s itching to do some shopping for supplies. So for now, you’ll be sticking with me. What’s your name?”

“Vinnie.” Maybe she should not have given him her name, but he still did not know she was a former Kuja warrior, or that her devil fruit was highly untrained still.

“Welcome aboard, Vinnie. Hoping I don’t have to use you as cadaver practice soon.”

What did she get herself into?

𑣲⋆ Hello... Remniecia smut on the first day of introducing her? Wow am I pathetic... Hnghhh their dynamic is so fun to work with guys trust me I love them both to pieces and there will be solo Vincia pieces but 👀👀

dividers by huraxy-dividers + aquazero ♡

“Cher, stay still. De kitty ‘s tryna please ya”.

── .✦ VINCIA

★ Status: Dating

★ Trope: Moon x Moon

★ Anniversary: May 30th

★ Affiliation: N/A

── .✦ LORE

★ Earth: Earth-9038

★ Background: A recent addition to Vinnie's love life, Felicia first spotted Vinnie out with Remy Lebeau. Captivated by her beauty, the woman stalked her through the roof tops, eager to win over the mutant's heart is some way. Her idea? Propose a way to share the woman with the X-Men member.

After a few more nights peering through windows and following through town, she casually flirts with Vinnie in front of Remy (much to the Cajun's disliking). After offering a necklace she stole for the married woman, Remy recognizes her as the Black Cat, and a member of the New York Thieves' Guild. Hesitantly, he agrees to the arrangement: Vinnie can meet up with Felicia every few nights, but under his supervision.

Slowly, Remy warmed up to the idea of sharing Vinnie with the fellow thief, much to everyone's liking. Vinnie spent her nights with Felicia stealing artifacts and priceless jewels, rolling around in wads of stolen cash, and bringing misfortune to those who cross their path. After all, black cats and bats are omens of both bad luck and good fortune.

── .✦ EXTRA INFO

★ Felicia is ever the thoughtful lover. If she sees something she thinks Vinnie would like, she's snatching it up eagerly!

★ Felicia is a huge fan of Tubbies and Vader! The kitties are like her children, and she would willing do anything for her newfound fur babies.

★ Felicia's tongue is quite clever! She uses flirtation to get what she wants from Vinnie (which is rather easy, Vinnie is smitten and would do anything to make the thief happy).

★ Vinnie often comforts Felicia through memories of her unfortunate past. Vinnie knows Felicia's lifestyle is a habit formed from revenge she never got to seek, and is willing to work around any difficulties opening up and trauma the woman has: she wants to be there for her.

★ Prowling through the streets is a common date for these two! Mall shopping and days spent out spending money (stolen) is how they spend their days when they can... With some shop lifting added in. Felicia does have an eye for bigger prizes, however...

── .✦ EXTRAS

★ Playlist: TBA

★ Moodboard: ♡

★ AUs: None yet...

★ Tag: #vincia ★彡

Thieves are always out at night in New York.

It’s what made the night life exhilerating: you never knew if you would steal or be stolen from.

That, and the beautiful women who roamed the streets. She caught Felicia’s eye so easily. Platinum hair, all black clothes with pretty heeled boots, and a collection of shimmering silver piercings. Felicia could smell the trouble the beautiful woman and the tall man beside her were about to get into… wait, a man?

Ugh. The thief’s heart dropped, noticing the way his hand was tangled with hers, those crimson eyes almost heart shaped at the sight of his woman. What. A. Drag.

Yet, she lurked in the alleys, following them throughout the streets. Such an interesting couple, they were. So infatuated, yet there was something off about them—ah, there it was. That quick slight of hand: a card flicked to replace a diamond necklace the man stole, a flash of a bat wing to cover a camera while black-painted nails snatched up some rings.

They were thieves, too. No wonder she was so damn drawn to them…

If only she could get the woman alone. Or, maybe, strike up a deal… A little sharing of partners never hurt anyone, right? This cat was on the prowl, and she had just found her new toy: a cute bat mutant with a husband. How ironic.

Cats and bats are often signs of both fortune and fear… maybe this black cat could strike gold?

✦ giggling rn i never imagined this day would come... everyone say HI to felicia she has officially been added into my roster! i'll drop more info on me and her and her/me/remy dynamics soon, as these two are QUITE a handful (literally 🫣).

𑣲⋆ I promised y'all a Lawvin fic and i delivered... somewhat!! Sighs dreamily I love that stupid surgeon man and his stupid tendencies to neglect his sleep schedule... #icanfixhim.

“Law, cmon,” Vinnie’s voice rumbled out from the pillows, breaking Law from his trance. “It’s bed time, ‘m sick of seeing that damn light on at yer desk…” The sheets shift as she sits up, brushing platnium hair out of her eyes.

The pirate looked away from his books for the first time that night, tired eyes peering over reading glasses. Right, Vinnie. He honestly forgot she was in the room, despite the fact they’d been sharing the bed for months. “I’m almost done, Vinnie-ya, you can hold on, right?”

He knew that was a dumb question. Vinnie didn’t take lightly to Law overworking himself. Not when he had visible eyebags, not when he slept like the dead when he did finally lay next to her… She knew his work habits were bad, and since she slunk into his heart she’d been (slowly) working on correcting them.

“Law. I said cmon. ‘s lateee.” There it was, that groan in her voice: the one that said she wasn’t playing anymore, she wanted Law in bed, and now.

One blue eye blinks open, dark eyeliner and mascara from the day smudged into her skin—it never really came off fully, no matter how hard she scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed.

With a sigh, Law pushed away from the desk, gently closing the anatomy book he’d been looking over. He slowly dragged himself into the sheets, feeling the exhaustion from the day creeping up within. The urge to fall asleep was clouding his brain, the sweet smell of whatever shampoo Vinnie used filling his nose.

Right. He rememberd why he let this woman get her way more than half the time.

Vinnie let out a satisfied huff when he was finally in the sheets, feeling the warmth of his body press into her back. She settled back down, letting Law—hesitantly, he still was akward when it came to physical touch, despite being married to the woman—wrap his arms around her, holding her body close to his.

“You’re lucky I give into you so much, pup.” Law’s breath was warm against her neck, sleep once again washing over the woman.

“Shut up and sleep.”

He gave a soft snort, eyes rolling in his skull as he settles against her for the night. They both knew he’d be out within minutes, the scent and feel of her comforting, even if he didn’t dare confess it.

Law could easily say he was the luckiest pirate in the seas.