Whose Crew Is Ophelia Part Of?

Whose crew is Ophelia part of?

She is a member of the Whitebeard pirates-

Yes, she is still referred to as a 'son' she doesn't mind though.

Lux's experience within a marine office.

A OP OC fic.

TW! Body Dysmorphia.

Khari Mane, one of the prestigious ladies of the Kholodian upper classes, reduced to an office worker. She let out a warm, irritated sigh before pressing a callous palm to her face. With a gentle push from her foot, she began to rock her chair to and fro on its back legs. Shifting through piles of bland and repetitive paperwork. "New pirates" being pushed to one side of the desk where she would proceed to ignore them until told to do otherwise, "Nuisance pirates" being sorted into the second pile where she would have to do her research into them for future assignments. Couldn't be too careful after all, especially considering she didn't grow up anywhere near the four oceans.

And finally, "Old pirates", the pile that remained untouched for close to a year since she'd been assigned to paperwork. With an interaction with Baroque Works putting her out of action for a short while, this was the only way Smoker would have her working despite many protests from the younger marine. The pile consisted of exactly what a marine was to expect, Edward Newgate, Charlotte Linlin, Kaido and finally, Shanks. It was a pile she wished to shred, but still had to organise every now and then.

Khari then placed her feet down, letting her chair return to the placement it had before she started swinging on it. She rose, shifted her shirt to get it comfortable, fixing her tie, trying to keep it straight to the best of her ability. As she turned towards the window, her gaze caught at her own reflection in the mirror. Her eyes uncomfortably the wrong colour, his colour. Trying to ignore the obvious ploy by her mind she turned towards the window, forcing open the door piece to let in some fresh air. That's just what she needed.. air. The feeling of being stuck in an office was suffocating, and not just because of the smoke her flames created. The feeling of knowing she wasn't helping as much as she could was just— a small reassuring click as she took out her lighter, clutching a cigarette from her pocket, before raising it and taking a drag from it. It was a bad habit, god, Harley would yell at her for it later.. but she needed it.

That's right, Harley, she would be putting the kids down for a nap about now, Khari was so lucky to have her.. sure she may be a bit of a loudmouth and a drinker but she was soft with the kids when she needed to. Alongside being the person keeping Khari from taking her children into a battle torn workplace. Maybe once Khari had finished her deployment she could see Harley.

Leaning against the wall near the window, Khari once again found herself gazing towards the mirror in the office. In her reflection, leaning against the wall was not her, but her father. His smug grin with a cigarette pressed to his lips in the exact same position Khari was resting in, she shook her head mumbling to herself a soft reassurance of:

'He's not here, you're Lux, you're not a Mane here..'

With a soft jingle of the bracelet resting on her right hand, she was brought back to reality, the mirror reflecting truly. A nervous child, pushed into a military background too young, with a pair of hands resting reassuringly on her shoulders. Khari immediately turned, swinging towards the figure her mind so constantly taunted her with, resulting in a crack in the wall, a few stains of blood now marking the spot on the wall as Khari's attention then shifted to the numb yet odd sensation of blood dripping from her knuckles. After burning her pain receptors away when she was a child, Khari struggled with injuries, underestimating their risk or permanent repercussions to her injuries.

'He's not... Not here Lux, calm down, you're acting irrationality..'

She let out a soft sigh, pressing herself to the wall in an attempt to calm herself, before her mind began to replay comments from him, over and over and over.. until she turned to face the mirror.

In a rage-stricken state, Khari found herself gazing dead into the eyes of her father, freezing up, it was almost as if he was standing right in front of her. No, that was what Khari saw, to her.. he was really there. His smug grin changing to a calm and demeaning glare, followed by the words that had haunted her since she joined the marines..

'No daughter of mine would insult her pride as much as to lose to her own father while proving a point,'

'You are no daughter of mine,'

Then she blacked out, her body acting without any thought, out of pure unbridled fury, leaving her to swing, yell, sob. She let out a roar of Kholodian insults towards the reflective father, before the sound of glass crashing alerted the other marines nearby.

And the only thing they saw upon entering the office was a sobbing Khari, mumbling in a language they could not understand, surrounded by shards of glass and a mirror obviously having being shattered due to brute force.

There she sat, sobbing, like an unprotected child, a cigarette pressed into her hand while glass and blood fell from her palm. She was so scared, yet she found no one to ease this pain. She truly was, just what she feared to be, her father's daughter.

I had to.

And now I reveal, Lux's gf, Harley

Sorry for the late postings recently!!

Have been working on this alongside college,

So here's my submission for the @surgeonofdeathcollab !!

Love a good law drawing <3

Thanks for this experience!!

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