#to the people who have sent asks and tagged in things I promise I’ll get to them!!

[sidraofthewildflowers]

“Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?”

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[whytheylosttheirminds]

I Remember Everything - Rafe Cameron

(Prologue and Chapter 1)

Summary: You left the island two years ago, leaving the love of your life a shattered man in your wake. Now, when you return, you find the sweet boy you once loved has transformed into a monster of a man. How can you detangle the real Rafe from the terrible things he's done?

Timeline: begins toward the end of obx season 3 and is mostly canon.

Content: this story contains sexual content, alcohol and drug abuse, and brief mentions of violence. All chapters are 18+, minors do not interact!

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Prologue

Before gold, before grams, before the gun, there was you. Back when there weren’t crosses to steal, lines to snort, cops to run from, there was you. Long summer nights on the Druthers, your mom blowing up your phone ‘cause you missed curfew again. Skipping class and riding to the beach on the back of his bike. All the way back to grade school, playing tag and pretending you were pirates. Then middle school, that kiss under the lifeguard tower, a first for both of you. In high school, the night you got back from the “character-building summer camp” you had been shipped off to and you shared your other first. When you were first together, it didn’t even hurt, but just felt like fucking finally. 

He remembers it all, taking all of his strength to keep it stuffed under the surface. The coke, the violence, the drama he creates in his wake cover you up nicely, until those nights when he’s dead asleep and there you are again, leaving. When he wakes, it all comes back to him. How he sat on the curb and watched you go, bloody and hurt from the night that was your final straw. How he showed up on your doorstep the next day, like he was five-years-old again asking if you could come outside and play. How your mother told him you were gone and wouldn’t tell him where you went.

“Honey,” she said with something like pity in her voice, “Promise me, you’ll let her go, let her be happy.”

A promise he kept, until the day you rolled back into town with no warning. Your timing could not have been worse. After the summer from hell, the summer that made him a killer, he finally felt like he was in control. It wasn’t until he saw you, the only person in the world that ever really knew him, that he realized he had no idea who he was. 

Chapter One

You clutched your phone tight, reading and rereading the message. One you used to get nearly every night but hadn’t seen in two long years.

party at cameron’s tonite !!

It was a group text, sent by the girl from your high school you bumped into in the grocery store earlier that day. You had been back on the island for all of an hour before inevitably seeing someone you knew. You tried to duck quickly into the cereal aisle, but she caught your eye before you could disappear, an action you were infamous for.

“Omg, we need to hang out soon!” She had said, before handing you her phone to put your new number in.

You smiled your fakest smile and said, “it’s a must!” You didn’t think either of you really meant it, but apparently she had.

There were eleven or twelve other numbers in the group text, none you had saved, but you assumed they were likely other people from your high school. She probably just added anyone in her contacts she could think of, not even stopping to realize she was inviting the Kook prince’s former princess to his party. Your relationship had been the stuff of legend on this island. Everyone had an opinion, you were practically a celebrity couple, and it was the biggest news on the island for months when you left, suddenly disappearing overnight. Some real shit must’ve gone down around here since then to make it such old news that this girl didn’t even think about it when adding you to this text.

Your heart pounding in your ears, you couldn’t believe it when you felt yourself typing out i’ll be there :) 

You wore your hair down, the way you always used to have it in high school. After you left, you had cut it short, wanting to shed away as much of your old life as you could, but in the last few months you’d started to let it grow back. Now it flowed down to the middle of your back, tickling the skin of your shoulders where the thin spaghetti straps of the little dress you had on left them exposed. You let the front pieces fall around your face, a sort of curtain to keep an extra layer between you and the other partygoers.

You could not believe you were here. For real this time, not in a dream as you had been every night for two years, but really here. 

As you walked down the gravel path, it all came rushing back. The smell of Rose’s garden, the distant sound of the ocean lapping against the shore, the low thud of the music echoing through the crisp evening air. How many times have you walked down this path? How many nights had you spent here, your senses filled with the glory of Tannyhill, the glory of him? And yet now it felt so heavy, the sights, sounds, smells of it all were nearly choking you. Tears welled in your eyes, but something kept your feet walking towards those grand front doors, towards him.

Four years earlier…

The glass panes of the front door are slightly blurred, only revealing the soft lighting of the grand entryway on the other side. You had crossed this threshold at least a thousand times in the ten years since your family moved to this island. Knocking felt strange, you felt so small standing here in the porch light, surrounded by moths and the thick coastal August air. An envelope, wrinkled from being opened and rifled through so many times, was clutched between your clammy hands.

A figure you couldn’t quite make out approached the door, and your heart pounded in your ears as you hoped desperately it would be him who opened the door. But it wasn’t.

“Oh, hey - I- hi, Mr. Cameron,” you stammered, ever intimidated by the island’s most powerful man.

“Y/N,” Ward nodded cordially. “It’s after 10pm.”

You smiled weakly, if you felt small before, you feel positively infantile now.

“I was just hoping I could see Rafe for like, just a second,” you pleaded, putting on your sweetest smile.

“He’s studying,” Ward said. “You can come back tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Before you could protest, the door was closed and the blurred figure retreated into the house.

Never one to give up, you stuffed the letter into the back pocket of your jeans, and stepped back from the porch, sizing up the massive house to see which rooms still had lights on. You knew the blueprint of this place by heart, checking off each family member mentally as you scanned their window for signs of life. Wheezie’s room? Dark. Sarah’s room? Dark. Rose and Ward’s room? Still lit. This would have to be a stealth mission. 

You snuck around the side of the house and looked up at the last window on your list. To your excitement, the room was still lit. You saw a long shadow pass by the curtains, and you actually jumped a little from the thrill. After spending the longest summer of your life apart from the one person you wanted to spend it with, he was actually right there, just two stories off the ground.

You traveled 800 miles today, what was a few more feet? Blocking out the better judgment ringing in the back of your mind, you picked up a few pebbles from the rocky path that leads to the backyard, and started climbing the big tree that grew right up past Rafe’s balcony. How you were gonna get from the tree to the balcony? That was five-minutes-from-now-you’s problem. You chuckled to yourself as your body naturally found each branch and knot on the tree. You used to have competitions when you were kids to see who could climb this tree the fastest, and you beat Rafe everytime. You remembered the shocked look on his face the first time he saw you scurry up the tree, you were hoping for a similar level of approving surprise once you got where you were going.

Once you reached the branch directly across from Rafe’s balcony, you pulled one of the pebbles from your pocket and chucked it at his window as hard as you could. 

“Shit,” you whisper-yelled as the throw fell short and the pebble dropped, loudly knocking into the first floor window below. You couldn’t afford another noise-causing miss, so you recalculated the throw and bit your lip as you lobbed the next pebble hard. It smacked into Rafe’s window with a loud TINK and you smiled in satisfaction. You waited a moment, then two, and still nothing. The shadowy figure did not return to the curtain. You only had one pebble left, and you had never been good at climbing back down this tree. Remembering the time you fell out of it onto the waiting Rafe below, and you both ended up needing stitches, your stomach twisted in fear. You took in a deep breath and held it, letting the last pebble fly. Another sharp TINK, and a moment of baited breath later, the tall shadow finally returned to the window.

Rafe opened the curtains harshly and you immediately broke into a wild smile. He looked so cute in his fitted gray t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, his normally gelled back her falling in messy pieces around his face. You held back a giggle, delighted by the completely confused look on his face as he searched out the window for the cause of the sound. He lifted the window open and examined the two pebbles that had fallen on the windowsill. 

You took the opportunity to whisper a loud “psssst.” His face shot up in surprise and his eyes finally found you in the tree, just a few feet off of the balcony. Where you expected to see surprised delight on his face, you instead caught something cold and irritated.

“Y/N,” he whisper-called to you. “What are you doing?”

“I just got back, I wanted to see you!” You called to him, hoping his apparent anger was just in response to his own shock.

“I’m busy.” Rafe went to close the window and you felt your moment of opportunity slip away.

“Wait!” you stopped him. “Please don’t make me climb down. We both know it won’t end well.” You smiled a sweetly shy smile you hoped would melt his icy demeanor a bit.  

He sighed and looked at you annoyed for a moment before climbing out the window, his height requiring him to duck low in order to make it through. He had grown even taller over the summer, he must have hit 6 foot by now, maybe more. Your stomach flipped as you watched his athletic frame emerge from his bedroom, now able to see how defined his arms looked in the moonlight. You’d always thought he was a cute boy, but the way he looked right now lit a fire in your belly. Then you realized what it was - while you were gone, the cute boy-next-door had become a man.

“Just reach over,” he directed you.

“I don’t think I can without falling,” you explained. “I think I’m gonna have to jump.”

“Are you stupid?” He scoffed humorlessly.

Your heart sank, the boy you left behind three months ago never would have called you stupid.

“It’ll be fine, you just have to catch me,” you explained.

He rolled his eyes and opened his arms, reaching them over the bannister of the balcony, “fine.”

The brief moment of joy you got from his submission faded fast as you made the mistake of looking down at the gap between the tree and the balcony.

“Actually…” you said, bravery fading.

“What, are you scared?” Rafe taunted.

“No!” you insisted. You smiled at him, suddenly feeling like the two of you were ten again and he was daring you to jump off the trampoline into the pool in your backyard.

Now or never. With a deep breath and a sharp yelp, you threw yourself out of the tree and towards his waiting arms on the balcony. As promised, he caught you, and pulled you quickly over the bannister. His arms wrapped around your waist, yours around his shoulders, he held you there just a few inches off the ground.

You flattened your hands against the taut muscles of his shoulders, delighting in the strong warmth of them. But before you could fully revel in the feeling of being in his arms, he released his grip on your waist and you dropped the final few inches to the ground. Rafe quickly stepped back, breaking the lock your arms had around his neck. Despite the southern summer heat, the air between you suddenly felt ice cold.

“Rafe,” you whispered, stepping towards him, but he only pulled further away.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said without even looking at you.

Rafe started back towards his window, and something gave you the feeling he was not going to invite you to follow him through it.

“I need to talk to you,” you started to explain.

Rafe whipped around to face you, the way he towered over you at his new height sending goosebumps down your spine.

“Why don’t you go talk to your new boyfriend instead?” He snapped.

You were so stunned that you let out a little laugh, which only made his furrowed brow scrunch even more in anger.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“I saw the pictures your camp was posting on their website all summer. I saw you wrapped around that douchebag.”

It took a moment of confused silence for you to realize what he was talking about, when it finally dawned on you, you laughed again. He turned from you and started heading towards the window again, but you caught his arm, your hand not able to fit even halfway around it.

“No, Rafe,” you explained, “That was just Andy, one of the other campers. We were doing a trust fall exercise. He dropped me like two seconds after that!”

Despite himself, Rafe turned to look at you, eyes examining you nervously. 

“Are you ok?” He asked in a small voice, wishing desperately that he didn’t care.

You smiled softly, there he was - your boy. 

“I’m fine,” you assured him, showing him the small scar on your wrist. “Just a little scrape.”

A moment passed, he avoided your eyes but allowed you to step closer, your hand sliding down his arm and slipping into his, his fingers reluctantly intertwining with yours. You knew exactly what words he was struggling to find, but decided to let him get there on his own.

Finally, “Why didn’t you answer my letters?”

Your other hand reached into your back pocket and pulled out the envelope you had tucked away. You held it out to him wordlessly. He took the letter and held it to the light coming from his room, examining it with a confused look. The envelope was addressed to him at Tannyhill, from you at camp. When he finally noticed the “return to sender” label, it all clicked.

“They kept getting returned to me, I don’t know why,” you said as you squeezed his hand. “I asked to use my phone to let you know but they wouldn’t let me. I almost just snuck out of camp and came home so I could explain it to you.”

“Your mom would’ve been so mad,” he said, finally, finally smiling at you.

“Then she would’ve just taken away my phone and we’d be back where we started,” You said. “There’s like twenty more letters like that. I don’t know why they never made it to you, it’s like someone was sabotaging me.”

Rafe seemed satisfied with your explanation and the remaining bit of anger on his face melted away completely. He stuffed the letter in his pocket and suddenly threw his arms around you, lifting you in the air as you yelped in surprise, giggling as he started planting sloppy kisses all over your face and neck.

“Shhh, baby, my parents will hear you,” he whispered. “They’ve got me locked in my tower because I failed my last quiz in this fucking summer school pre-calc class.”

“Rafe!” you said in mock-scandal. “Naughty language!”

“Oh, baby, I can say way naughtier things than that,” he growled in your ear, your cheeks now burning from real-scandal.

“C’mon,” he said, setting you down and grabbing your hand, to lead you to his still-open window. 

He placed his large hand on the small of your back as he helped you through the window, climbing in after you and closing it slowly so as to not make a sound.

You and Rafe had done some more-than-kissing things before, but that was the night you gave yourselves to each other completely. He held you after, softly kissing the scar on your arm from when Andy had dropped you.

“Never gonna let that Andy asshole touch you again,” he said between kisses. “He can find his own girl, you’re mine.”

You giggled and he looked up at you in confusion.

“Rafe,” you were laughing hard now. “Andy’s gay.”

He broke into a bashful grin, a quick blush of embarrassment swept across his cheeks before he grew serious again and started kissing up your arm.

“I don’t care,” he said. “They should all know - all the Andys and Jakes and Chads and whoeverthefucks,” his kisses had reached your neck, “no guy is ever gonna get to touch you like me.” He pulled back and looked into your eyes with a sincerity that squeezed your heart. “Gonna love you forever. Gonna marry you, make you a mom. Never gonna spend three months, or even three fucking days away from you again. That what you want?”

“Yes,” you breathed, meaning it with your whole being.

“Good.”

Now…

The memories flooded your brain as you opened the door and stepped into the home you used to think would be yours someday. The party was swelling, the vibe feeling so familiar and so uncomfortable at the same time.

You made your way straight to the kitchen, desperately needing a drink. Every step you took sent a memory flashing through your thoughts like a shock to your brain. You passed the living room and saw movie-nights-turned-make-out-sessions on the couch, playing mario kart with Sarah and Wheezie while Rafe laughed at your hyper-competitiveness, prom pictures in front of the fireplace. You passed the dining room and saw the first family dinner you were invited to, how you made Ward laugh with a story about fishing your own dad used to tell, how Rafe squeezed your thigh under the table in pride. You entered the kitchen and saw the time you and Rafe set off the smoke alarm trying to make pancakes, the time he lifted you onto the counter and went down on you when his family was out of town. And then, standing by the keg, you saw the girl who invited you, clearly plastered already.

“Omg!” She yelled when she saw you.

Everyone else in the large kitchen turned and looked at you. It felt dramatic, but you could swear the whole room fell silent when they saw you, a comical record scratch playing in your head.

The girl who invited you ran over to you, beer sloshing over the side of her solo cup and onto her shirt. 

“I can not believe you came,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I completely forgot when I invited you, about, you know, you and-”

“Can I get one of those?” you cut her off quickly, gesturing towards her drink.

Before she could answer, a loud crash came from outside the kitchen’s open french doors. The heads that had all been watching you suddenly snapped toward the sound towards the crowded back yard. When the loud bellow of a man’s voice rang out, the people in the kitchen all ran towards the unfolding scene. You pushed through the crowd and out the doors, drawn inexplicably to the voice. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you realized why - it was Rafe.

There in the backyard, packed with drunk people and lit by string lights, Rafe stood with his fist clenched in the collar of some guy’s white button up, forcefully pulling the scared looking dude toward him while he yelled.

“I said none of that fucking cheap shit,” Rafe yelled at the guy you now realized was a cater-waiter. 

“I’m sorry sir, I-” Rafe threw the man down and he fell back in the dirt.

“This isn’t some ghetto block party out in The Cut,” Rafe yelled. “Do you know who’s fucking house you’re at right now?”

The crowd around you watched, most smiling in support of the man they looked at like he was a rockstar. You cringed at the looks of admiration in their eyes and took Rafe in with your own.

He looked different, harder. His floppy blond locks had been shaved off, and he had traded old t-shirts and jeans for slacks and a polo. He was as tall and built as you remembered, but instead of it being endearing, it was just scary as he looked down at the poor server like he was gonna kill him.

Then he spat on him. He actually spat on another human being. It disgusted you in more ways than one, and you felt your heart breaking in your chest as you realized you had no idea who this man was. The boy who held you on that night four years ago and promised to be yours forever clearly didn’t live here anymore. You turned quickly and pushed back through the crowd, unable to watch another second of this sickening display of toxic masculinity.

Rafe glared down at the pogue-scum in the dirt below him, an eerily familiar feeling washed over him as something moved quickly in the corner of his eye. He turned at just the right moment to see a whip of long hair disappear through the crowd.  But it wasn’t. It couldn’t possibly be. Surely, it was not you.

(chapter 2)

a/n: Hiiii this is the first fic I've posted in about 10 years!! Hope you enjoyed, forgive me if I'm rusty! More chapters to come :)

[slrprki]

SK8TR B0Y

skater keeho x male reader

tags/cw: flirting ofc, suggestive undertone, keeho’s kind of desperate, m/n usage, he/him pronouns, i guess a plot twist??

authors note: this is for sure gonna be a series. i’m doing this with all of the idols i write!! cause i just need skater idols flirting with m/n. THATS IT THATS ALL! enjoy pookies.

the night sky shined its glory while the soft autumn wind blew along a slight cool breeze. m/n zipped up his jacket, tucking his hands into his pockets. he promised his friend that he’d finally take up his offer and go to the skate park with him.

the male walked on the sidewalk, his boots crunching on fallen leaves within each step. where could this park even be? they had many of them around town. it wasn’t helping that his friend wasn’t responding to his texts either. every question sent still shown up as delivered. m/n let out an content sigh as he came up towards another park. his legs practically ached from the journey he’s made on foot.

the park wasn’t as packed as he thought it would be. maybe this is one of the less popular ones. he made his way inside, observing the people around him. no sign of him. oh well, he suppose he could sit down and take a small break. just as he turned around to find somewhere to sit, he heard a noise. someone whistled.. was that towards him? “is it my birthday or what? didn’t think I’d be getting free eye candy tonight.” a voice spoke up, walking towards m/n. he whipped his head around, giving the male a confused stare. “excuse me?” he said, turning his body to the male completely, taking more a defensive stance.

“relax, baby. just couldn’t help but notice a thing like you.” the blue haired man said, shamelessly looking the other up and down. “what’s someone like you doing out here, cutie?” he questioned, licking his teeth and keeping his deep gaze on m/n. “i’m just looking for a friend.. did you need something?” “is your number too much to ask for?” he asked with a wink. m/n’s eyes widened. the man in front of him was attractive and quite tempting. he’s been told many times that he shouldn’t trust skater boys. they’re all known for being hoes, but the way this man looked into his eyes.. no. he can’t just give some dude his number like that. he has to earn it.

“i don’t just do flings. if you really want to get with me, you got to prove yourself.” this only made the male in front of him smirk. “oh so you’re a feisty one, huh? i can easily break down those walls.” he moved closer, starting to observe the others facial features. “i don’t even know your name.” m/n crossed his arms, standing back. “keeho. yoon keeho. you’ll learn it easily. soon enough, you’ll be screaming it.”

the males face flushed. who just says that to a stranger? “well, yoon keeho, i have to go find my friend now..” m/n trailed off, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. he instantly pulled it out, answering quickly.

“hello?”

“hey! sorry m/n for dodging your texts. i’ve been at the park for a few hours and i don’t see you.” his friend said.

“oh.. i’ve been to 4 different ones. i’m at the one near this school.”

“oh!” m/n suddenly heard laughter.

“what’s so funny?”

“i’m there as well. i’ll come find you!”

m/n was about to say something before phone suddenly hung up. he then groaned. “look, it was nice talking to you.. i guess? my friend’s actually here so i’m going to go.” the male was about to walk off until the sight of his friend came into few. the male skated over, smiling brightly. “hey m/n!” he said, coming to an abrupt stop, giving him a quick side hug. “m/n, i didn’t know you knew keeho.” m/n brought his gaze over to keeho who stood right next to him. “i don’t. i just met him a few minutes ago.” “i see. i’ve been meaning to introduce you to him. he’s my cousin!”

“WHAT?!”

[freakbabyy]

Deception Prologue

A/N: Hello friends! Here's a snippet of the book I'm writing! It'll be an Eris x Reader book. Heavily inspired by Mulan. Basically you make Eris question his sexuality. LMAO. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

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“Winifred Eleanor Ambrose!” Vidia had yelled, “You have five seconds to get inside this house or mother help me-”

“Cauldon, boil me.” I mumbled, strolling towards the house with vigor now, knowing an upset Vidia had meant trouble. Crossing the doorway I finally asked her the million copper question. “What’s happened?”

“You. You’re what’s happened!” She pulled a bag from the floor, slamming it and its contents onto the shabby counter which trembled at the force. “Do you want to tell me why you’re packing? Why you have Finn’s letter in your bag?”

“If you’re asking me, I gather you’ve already figured out why.” I jammed my belongings back into my rucksack, grabbing a few other things I needed from the counter; a couple rolls of fresh bread, and stuffed them into the rucksack as well.

“Whatever idiotic idea you have, it’s not going to work, so drop it.” Vidia sneered, looking back into the other room as mother stirred in her sleep, before dropping her voice. “You’ll get yourself killed, or worse, the entire family crucified as you watch.”

“I don’t have a choice, Vid. Either we do it your way and somehow figure out how to winnow to Finn, who's currently somewhere North right now, and get him back before morning, or we do it my way.” 

“Your way,” She swiped at her eyes angrily, “Is idiotic. It’s a good idea for how to get yourself killed.”

“What choice do we have? I’m the only one who can do this.” Sighing, I dropped the rucksack to the floor, and ran my hands over my face. “I’m Finn’s identical twin, no one’ll know the difference. Tell the neighbors I went to join Finn, or you, on your search for a cure. You know it’s our best shot.”

“I know it’s the best option, but it doesn’t mean I have to like or approve of it. It’s my job as your big sister to look out for you, not the other way around.” She surged forward, wrapping her thin arms around me, burying her head in my shoulder.

“I’ll be okay.” I whispered a promise, as she pulled back, handing me my rucksack from near her feet.

“I’ll write to you.” She promised in return, as I took one last look around the run-down cottage, kissing my little sister's cheek on the way out, and closed the door behind me.

I didn’t let myself cry until I was on my horse, a tan mixed breed who we got at a discount at the market. She was the runt, and wasn’t looking too good until my mother had healed her, using her magic. My mother, Claribelle, was a healer known for her healing properties in animals. We had people travel from different courts with their animals, just so she could heal them. She enjoyed doing it, too, and didn't even charge anything. Though afterwards they usually sent a sort of gift, whether it be the healthiest milk from the cow she healed, a fresh blanket from thick wool of a sheep she had taken off of its deathbed, or sometimes, an offspring from said animals.

Acorn, my horse, was the first of many animals saved by my mother. My mother, who currently couldn’t sit up in bed. My mother, who became sick so quickly, and so fast, that no healer, nor her own magic, could figure out what was wrong. She had fevers at first, muscle aches, symptoms of the common cold; until she had started coughing blood. Now, she can barely move without our help.

There were seven of us, five of us had inherited my mothers healing ability, and two had inherited my fathers water-manipulation, ironically the two were my brothers. Vidia was the oldest, she’s been scouring the continent for tomes that may point to what could be ailing my mother. My twin brother Finnigan and I were born next; Finnigan was checking the solar courts, and I was supposed to be staying with my youngest sister, until the letter arrived. Dorian and Florian were the next twins born, Dorian was looking into Winter and Summer, and Florian was looking into the mortal realm in Prythian and Spring. Finally, my youngest sister, Iris, is tasked with staying with my mother, her being the strongest healer we have. 

I was to help her, do odd jobs in town to get some coin, but that idea was squashed like a bug as a group of men arrived at our door. They were clad in full armor, and held a stack of letters who were addressed to young men around the court. We had known the conscript was coming, every year after the autumnal equinox the high lords soldiers come, bearing letters conscripting the young men into the royal army. We had expected it to come one day, but the timing was impeccable.

Finn had just left the week prior, and we had no way to contact him. Vidia had tried telling the soldiers just that, yet we were told to either produce Finnigan, or face the consequences of High Lord Beron. That was when I had come up with the plan. Take Finn’s place in the army, serve my time, and then return home to mother, fully healed once my siblings and I continue looking for a cure, not worrying about if Beron would show up to punish us, or worse, send one of his sons.

“Woah, girl! Easy, easy,” I slowed Acorn to a stop, and tied her up outside the inn with the other horses that were there. “I’ll see you in the morning, rest up Acorn.”

Stepping into the threshold of the cozy inn, I ignored the stale alcohol smell and strode up to the counter.

“Good evening, Ma’am.” She smiled as I greeted her, returning the greeting. I had to raise my voice over the crowd in order for me to hear me properly.

“Room for one? Or a hot meal?”

“Just a room please.” I pulled out my coin pouch, and paid her the thirty silver coins. The room hadn’t been as run down as I was expecting, nor did it reek of alcohol or vomit, which I welcomed gladly.

Another room was connected on the right wall, and with a quick study I had realized it was the bathroom. It held a round tub, a toilet, sink, and even a mirror. Most taverns didn’t have adjoining bathrooms, so this was a luxury. I took the extra second to look at myself in the mirror.

I looked the same as I always did. Freckles splattering my face in mismatch constellations, red hair a tad knotted from the horse ride, but otherwise cascading in its normal waves. My eyes, a dark almost black brown, reminiscent of chocolate truffles I had loved. Paper white skin, which came from my mothers side; winter court. Too bad none of us had gotten winter powers. My eyebrows, matching my hair, and just as bushy. I used to despise them, how thick they were; but I suppose it’ll help sell the man disguise now.

Speaking of the man disguise, I suppose I had to change a few things; starting with my hair. Sure, men had long hair, too, the high lord sporting it even, but Finn’s hair fell just below his ears. The same eyes, bushy eyebrows, paper skin, even the same nose as I. The differences between us started there; his hair shorter, his cheekbones higher than mine, and he had a long scar across his nose from when we were children.

Grasping ahold of my hair, I grabbed the flimsy dagger strapped to my waist, and stared at my reflection, debating how to do this. Should I cut it in layers? All at once? Do I cut it at all? Was this a stupid idea? Was this entire operation stupid? Would it end in disaster, my head on a pike?

“Fuck it,” I swore, swiping above my fist holding my ginger locks, opening my eyes once I felt the hair flitter down towards the sink. I repeated the process, yanking a piece of my hair forward, cutting above where my fingers held it, and checking to make sure it was symmetrical in the mirror. “Not bad for an amateur.”

Hair grew back, faster than a blink usually; it didn’t faze me. The next part, likely would. The scar. Starting just below his left eye, stretching across the bridge of our identical noses, and stopping just shy of the end of his right eyebrow. 

“In,” I took a breath in, using some alcohol I found on the bedside table to douse the knife in the sink, hoping it did a good enough job of disinfecting. “Out,” I sighed.

“In,” I yanked off my glasses, not letting myself think too much. I angled the dagger, practicing the motion. One chance to get this right. “Out,”

“In,” I screwed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth together in anticipation before opening my eyes once more and solidifying my grip on the now sweaty handle. “Out!”

My knuckles were turning white from the grip I had on the handle, and my face stung even more than I had anticipated - bled more too. I didn’t let myself hesitate, knowing it wouldn’t scar that way if I did.

“You’re doing this to save Finn, you’re doing this to safe your family, you’re doing this to save your mother,” I repeated the mantra to myself as I cleaned the wound with a wet rag from the sink, using a bit of healing magic to make it stop bleeding, but not enough magic to make it disappear. “Good enough.” I murmured, turning swiftly and stalking towards the bed.

Sitting on the surprisingly soft bed, I dug through my bag looking for a set of night clothes. A simple tunic and loose pants would do for now. Both items of clothing were slightly baggy, useful for hiding my figure. Finn was thin, not very muscular, and rectangular compared to my wide hips and round breasts. In my bag was a roll of cloth from our cottage. A note fell from it.

Use to wrap around your breasts everyday when you wake. Do not sleep with it on. Wrap snugly and put your clothes on over. It’ll help. Good luck. I love you. -V

A stinging began in my eyes, and it wasn’t from the recent cut on my face. I put it back into my bag before climbing into bed, not knowing what the future held for me, or rather, for Finn.

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Star For The Night

Chapter Eleven of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Twelve

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter Overview: Estrella finally gets her chance in the ring

TW: typical boxing violence, men being creepy/weird, knife play (don't look at me like that), p in v penetration

Notes: hey everyone !! guess who's back from the dead LMAOOOO ,, okay so yes i took a break because 1) life was beating the ever living fuck out of me and 2) i'm still working out the kinks of where i want this story to go/ how i want it to end. i always forget that i'm going to need to wrap these things up with a pretty little bow at the end because i just get so excited that i jump in. no worries though because i still fully intend to finish this story. thank you to the people who were patient with me in my break, to the people the sent encouraging messages, and to the people that kept reading the story !! it truly means the word to me ((: still brain storming for chapter 12 so in the mean time please send me fun asks for the TF boys and Estrella !! lmk if you want to be added to the tag list/ if i left you off !! happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“I know you’re doing it to be respectful and all, but you don’t have to hide in a stall. You’ve seen me naked, Frankie.”

“Yes ma’am.” He comes fumbling out of the cramped space. 

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finish tying your shirt. “What do you think?” You turn in a circle so he has a chance to see the full outfit.

His eyes darken as he walks the short distance to you.

“I think we should ditch this place and go to my house before Benny notices we’re gone.” He places two firm hands on your waist and pulls you into him.

“I don’t think we would be able to sneak past the guards.” You motion with your head to the door. “I have it on good authority that they have a military background.”

“Will and Pope definitely owe me a favor for something in the past. I could use that as leverage.” He kisses his way down your neck. “And I bet if you ask really nicely it could work.” Your head drifts to the side and he hungrily licks and bites at your skin.

“Hey! Break it up you two! There will be plenty of time for that later.” Benny walks into the locker room. “I know she’s your girl Fish, but tonight she’s my ring girl.”

“She is my girl.” Frankie wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean into him. “Officially.” 

Benny turns his head towards you seeking extra conformation and the giddy look splayed across your face is exactly what he needs.

“Oh shit!” He claps his hands together in front of him. “Congratulations guys!”

Benny bounds up to the both of you and pulls y’all in for a hug. You embrace him with the same energy. There were countless moments before in Benny and your friendship where you knew that he cared for you, but this one takes the cake. He clutches onto you and you can truly feel the happiness he’s exuding. 

“It took you long enough.” He says to Frankie as he releases y’all. “I would just like to say for the record that I definitely helped move this relationship along.”

You grin while the man next to you lets out an exaggerated groan. 

“What? I was totally playin’ a double agent. Operation catch-a-fish is complete!” 

“Operation catch-a-fish?” You and Frankie question in unison.

He hurriedly brushes the query off. “We can discuss that on a later date. Right now I need to give her a quick rundown of her role.” Benny shifts his attention solely on you now. “It’s super simple, I promise. I’ll go out there and do the intro for the whole night and then I’ll introduce you and wave you into the ring. After that you just need to call out the names of each fighter and then start the match. Just remember to say ‘fight’ once you have made your way outside the ring because it gets ugly in there fast.”

“Simple my ass.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. “How will I know the fighters names? I’ve never seen a teleprompter for the ring girl to read off of and I don’t think I can manage to remember all of those damn names.”

“I’ll tell you the names beforehand. We will have brief chances to talk during the boxin’ rounds since we will be standing next to each other on the side lines. It’s gonna be perfect.”

“You’ll be next to me the whole time?”

“Absolutely.”

You look up when you feel Frankie squeeze your shoulder. “The guys and I will be there too. We won’t let anything happen to you, Estrella. You’re going to do amazing.”

“Thanks. I really hope so.” 

It makes you feel good to know that they believe in you so fully.

“You’re going to look amazin’ too! People won’t be able to take their eyes off of you long enough to watch the matches!”

“God, don’t remind me.” You feel his hand tug tighter on you at Benny’s words. You aren’t the biggest fan of overly macho or hyper-masculine men, but this is just the right touch. It felt nice to not have to be the sole person protecting yourself. It felt nice that someone else is more than willing to take up the mantle.

“It’s almost 10 o’clock, Benny!” Will shouts into the locker room. “Let’s get a move on!”

“That’s my cue!” Benny hums. “The names of the guys you will be announcin’ first are Rodriguez and Montoya! See ya’ out there!”

You and Frankie follow Benny out the doors and watch with Will and Pope as he kicks off the night's events.

“Hello, everybody! Who’s excited to see what we have planned?!” The crowd erupts all around him. It’s deafening and quite the stark contrast to how the gym is during a regular week day. People encircle the boxing ring and hoist their beer bottles in the air. They look like a turbulent ocean. “That’s what I like to hear!” He shouts. “Now, I have an extra special treat for y’all tonight! Our usual ring girl is out so a good friend of mine stepped up to the plate and will be fillin’ in for her! You all know and love her! It’s … !”

When Benny says your name the crowd cheers again. You didn’t think that they could manage to get even louder than they were the first time. In front of you, Will and Pope part the sea of people in order to make an obstruction free path for you to walk. You take a deep breath and hold on tightly to Frankie’s hand.

“I’m right here.” He whispers in your ear. “I’m always going to be right here, Estrella.”

You look up at him with tears threatening to show themselves as he guides you through the pathway. His quiet words of support manage to silence the roaring people surrounding you. It feels like it’s just you and him in the room together. He squeezes your hand one last time before letting it go so you can climb through the ropes that encase the ring. Benny holds up the top rope so you can shimmy your way through and join him at the center.

“Ain’t she a peach?!” He asks the throng of people.

Of all the thoughts careening around in your head at this moment, something Benny said to you the first time you met sticks out. 

“Bein’ in there is electric, man. Gotta be one of the best feelins’ in the world hands down.”

God, is he right. You feel like you’re on the top of the world when in reality you are maybe a few feet higher than everyone else. The energy in the room fills you with a sense of confidence and excitement you didn’t know you could possess. Faces, some familiar and some new, stare back at you with glee.

“Happy to be here with y’all tonight!” You exclaim.

Empowered by the reaction that you receive, you take a lap around your new stage and wave to everyone. When you circle back around to Benny, you don’t think you have ever seen him look so proud. 

“I’m going to get my ugly mug outta here so our main girl can kick this thing off! Take it away!”

He jumps down to where Frankie, Will, and Pope are all standing and cheering for you.

“She’s a damn natural up there.” Pope marvels.

“I knew she could do it!” Benny wraps his arm around his brother.

“She’s going to be the star of the ring tonight, that’s for sure.” Will states. 

“That’s my girl!” Frankie shouts up to you. In reality, he would have been proud of you regardless. You tripped getting into the ring? You still got in there when no one else did. Your voice cracked when you started to talk? You were still brave enough to take on this entire room single handedly. You may be their star tonight, but you were his estrella every single day.

“The first fighters of the night are…” You pause for effect. “Rodriguez and Montoya!”

The boxers come racing out of the men’s locker room and make a beeline for the ring. The guests stepped to the side and allowed them through, cheering and hollering the whole time. After they breach the ring, they mirror you by doing a lap. They seem to be feeding off the audience the same way you are. You call them over to you so Friday Fight Night can officially get started. Following your instructions they meet you in the middle of the ring, but each one of them plants a quick kiss on your cheek and asks you to wish them luck. They each get into their fighting stance and wait for your signal.

“Round one!” You yell, slipping under the ropes to the safety of your friends. Benny thrusts a wireless mic into your hands when you get positioned next to him. “Fight!”

Benny uses that same mic to narrate what’s happening during the rounds and then to announce the winner of each match. After Rodriguez goes down hard in the third round, you slip back inside to hold up Montoya’s hand in victory. If you’re being honest, the majority of the night after that is an adrenaline filled blur. 

“Dawson and Overton!” 

“Dawson wins!”

“Clark and Edwards”

“Edwards wins!”

“Wood and Harrison!”

“Wood wins!”

In between screaming your lungs out announcing boxers for the crowd, Frankie has you wrapped in his arms. It feels so good to be able to lay your tired body against his chest as he places kisses on the top of your head. You can feel his steady heartbeat on your back and it helps you calm your own down. It’s so strong and grounding and yours. It occurs to you that having to get ready to help host the fights tonight stole the time that should have been dedicated to freaking out about Frankie finally asking you to be his girlfriend. You were finally his and he was finally yours. The earlier events of the night clearly showed his past was tumultuous to say the least. He willingly opened up to you about Rochelle, not that she gave him much of a choice, and about his drug addiction. Things that you know couldn’t have been easy to do. You saw it in his eyes that he was struggling to explain it all. Yet, the determination on his end to come completely clean for you was humbling and empowering. It made you want to show him your scars. After all, he wasn’t the only one with skeletons in his closet. 

“Okay, are you ready for the last round of fighters?” Benny has to talk loudly next to your ear in order to make sure you can hear him over the noise.

You give him a thumbs up and are secretly happy the night has almost concluded. As fun as this has been, you’re exhausted. 

“It’s going to be Jacobs and,” He pauses. “Brunson.” You must have made a face unconsciously because he quickly speaks again. “I know. I know. It’s going to be over soon. We’ll all be right here waiting for you.”

You nod at Benny and tap lightly on the arms that are currently encircling your waist. You look up at him and can tell that he doesn’t want to let you go, but smiles nonetheless as he untangles himself from you. 

“Just one more fight.” You whisper encouragingly to Frankie before climbing back into the ring.

“Last fight of the evening, folks! Let’s hope it's a good one!” You announce to the thoroughly drunk crowd. “Your final fighters are going to be Jacobs and Brunson!”

You try to hide your repugnance when Brunson is the first one to slip through the ropes and jog around hyping up the viewers. His dark black hair is meticulously combed back as usual. You muster up the last bit of your strength and call out to the two men. They trot over to you and stand by your side, Jacobs to the left and Brunson to the right. Jacobs leans down and places a small kiss on your cheek. It had become somewhat of a lucky thing to do this evening and caught on quickly with the rest of the boxers. They were always respectful and never tried anything else other than a small peck. You genuinely wish Jacobs well in his match. When Brunson goes in for his kiss, you instinctively swivel out of the way. 

“What’s wrong? Don’t you have one more kiss left for me?” He speaks so only you can hear. 

“Unfortunately, I’m all out.” You shrug innocently. 

Backing away from the freshly scorned man, you tell them to get into their fighting stances before hopping out of the ring to use the mic. 

“Round one! Fight!”

You pass off the mic to Benny so he can do his thing and retreat to the safety of Frankie. He obviously saw what happened up there and noticed how you were huddling as deep into his body as you could get.

“What was that?” He asks curiously. 

“Some prick who doesn’t understand when a woman clearly isn’t interested in him.” You scowl, trying to manifest Jacobs landing a punch to Brunson's jaw.

“Has he been bothering you?” His tone has shifted from one of curiosity to one of worry.

“He tries to hit on me when he comes into work out sometimes.” You feel his arms squeeze slightly tighter on you as you talk. “I shut him down hard every time and Benny is always close by. It’s not a big deal, but I should have told you about him. I don’t want to keep you in the dark.”

“I would have liked to have known if someone was giving you a hard time at work, but I’m not upset at you. I don’t really have any room to be.” You can feel his belly rise and fall as he laughs lightly behind you. “It took me a while to explain what was going on with me. I’m just glad that Benny was there to watch out for you. I am upset at him though.” He rests the underside of his chin on the top of your head.

You hum in agreement. “I also already have a pretty great boyfriend. Why would I even think of entertaining some random guy? He could never satisfy me the way you do.” 

Frankie breathes out heavily from his nose and you can feel your hair move. He leans down and places a kiss on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure you’re more than satisfied when we get back to my house.”

A shiver of excitement creeps its way down your back as his words settle in your ears. You know it's cruel and you know you’re in public, but you can’t help but rub your ass against him. The room is full of a bunch of drunk people watching a boxing match so who cares. His hands tighten around you to hold you into place. You’re unable to move your hips. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game right now, Estrella.”

“I guess I’m getting tired of watching other people do dangerous things and I wanted to try it out for myself.”

“I’m hanging on by a thread as it is watching you prance around up there in that tiny little outfit. Seeing you dance around for everyone? Get kissed on the cheek by random men? I’m losing my mind down here.” 

Both you and Frankie are snapped back to a lustless reality when the crowd lets out a wild cry. Brunson has his arms up in a defensive position while Jacobs wails on him with his glove-covered fists. Overcome by the glorious scene in front you, you start yelling like every other observer.

“Fucking hit him! Take him down, Jacobs!”

Frankie is still holding you while you flail your arms every which way. He looks over at Pope and Will who are transfixed by your sudden outburst. They raise their eyebrows at him and he mouths ‘tell you later’. There is no way they would have been able to hear him over your manic yelling anyway. 

“Break his fucking jaw!” You holler.

“Ella es luchadora esta noche!” Pope calls to Frankie over the commotion. 

“Esa es mi chica!” He answers.

Jacobs continues to hammer down on Brunson. In a last ditch attempt to get out of the predicament he is in, Brunson takes swings at Jacobs. Unfortunately for him, that left an open space for Jacobs’ fist to make direct contact with the side of Brunson’s head. He lands hard on the matt and, with his last bit of strength, taps his hand on the floor. Pompous fucker didn’t even make it past the first round.

You leap out of Frankie’s grip and charge the ring along with Benny. Both of you scramble to get inside to make the final calls of the night. 

“Jacobs wins!” You cry holding up the very hand that took down Brunson.

Benny wraps his arm around your shoulder and speaks into the mic.

“That’s a wrap on this week's Friday Fight Night, everyone! Thank you for coming out and showing support for Brass Knuckles! Remember to come visit us again next week and to drive home carefully!”

Jacobs thanks you for being a great co-host before he heads off to the locker room to shower, change, and head out. Everyone else begins to slowly file out of the building as well. Your strength being rejuvenated after seeing Brunson get what was coming to him, has you giggling and leaning against the ropes facing your friends. 

“You really held your own out there, hon. I wouldn’t want to mess with you.” Will teases. 

You stick your tongue out and laugh along with him as the gym gets quieter. 

“I told you she’d be a good ring girl, Benny.” Pope speaks over your shoulder. “I’d never steer you wrong.”

“I knew you wouldn’t, man.” Benny confirms with a grin. “Come on, Brunson, get up. It’s time to clear out. Better luck next time, hmm?” He looks down at the man sitting in the corner of the ring massaging the left side of his face.

“Yeah, I’m going, Miller.” He grumbles. “Can’t a guy leave the ring with some dignity?”

“I don’t think you had any dignity walking into the ring to begin with.” He chortles. 

You haven’t been paying either man any mind because Frankie has walked up to the side of the ring you are leaning against. He pinches the collar of your shirt between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulls your giggling self towards him. He captures your lips in a kiss and you can taste faint hints of the beer he was nursing during the show.

“That's the reason?” A grating voice calls out from behind you. “That’s the reason you won’t go out with me?” 

You break away from Frankie and turn to see Brunson looking at you still holding the side of his face; Benny is already staring at him with an open mouth.

“Excuse me?” You question, daring him to repeat what he just said. 

“Brunson, the fuck are you talking about, man?” Benny looks exhausted. You aren’t sure if that's from tonight or Brunson specifically.

“You keep shooting me down because you’re fucking one of Miller’s military friends?” He says it like this is the only possible reason for your rejection of him.

“Oh shit.” Pope whispers somewhere behind you. 

“Brunson.” Benny warns.

“Did it ever occur to you in your myopic little mind that I just don’t fucking like you?” You hiss. 

“You’re such a bitch.” He laughs as if he just said something incredibly profound. 

“That’s it!” Frankie growls behind you. “Come here, you fucking asshole!”

You whip around to see Will and Pope rushing forward to grab each of his arms so he can’t climb into the ring. 

“Alto, hermano!” 

“Don’t, Catfish! You know you can’t have assaultin’ someone on your record! It’s going to hurt your chances of getting it back!”

You don’t know what Will is referring to when he said ‘it’, but whatever it was is enough to cause Frankie to falter for half a second.

“Who’s gonna tell?!” He’s still trying to pull out of their grip. “I know y’all won’t and this fucker won’t be alive to report me!”

“Get the fuck outta the ring now.” Benny’s voice is ice cold when he speaks to Brunson. “You aren’t welcome back here after this either.” 

“What? All because I said she was banging your friend?” The battered man climbs to his feet and starts walking to exit the ring. “My bad, maybe she’s banging all four of yall.”

It happens so quickly that you don’t even have time to be scared. Benny’s fist flies through the air and connects with Brunson’s jaw with a deliciously satisfying crack. His body crumbles to the ground and unlike in his first fight, he doesn’t get back up. You don’t hear Frankie trying to get inside the ring now, Will and Pope are both silent behind you as well, and Benny looks as calm as ever. 

“I have been wantin’ to do that for a while now.” He beams. “God, that felt so fuckin’ good.”

“You just punched him.” You say airily. 

Benny just flashes you his boyish grin and shrugs. “He had it comin’.” He looks over your shoulder at his friends. “I know you would have done it, Fish. I was just a little closer. I hope you don’t mind.” 

“It was probably better that you did it for a number of reasons.” Frankie admits. “The biggest one being I don’t think I could have stopped at just one punch.” 

“Well…what do we do now?” You laugh. “We can’t just leave him here. Although, I’m sure I could be convinced to.”

“You and Fish are goin’ to leave him here.” Benny answers nonchalantly. “Y’all have dealt with too much bullshit for one night. The boys and I can stay here to clean up and wait until this loser wakes up.” 

“Seriously?” Frankie sounds stunned. 

“Seriously?” You echo.

“Seriously?” Pope whines.

“Yeah! Y’all go get the rest you need. Bosses orders.” 

“This ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle.” Will assures you. 

“I still don’t want to do it.” Pope says, yet he seems to change his tune after Will smacks him upside the head. “But I would be more than happy too!”

You individually hug all three of them for allowing you and Frankie to leave. Benny was right, both of y’all did need rest. Too bad there were other plans in place already.

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You have barely closed the front door before Frankie picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He had to watch you frolic around all night in that tiny little outfit and he was struggling to keep it together the entire time. Your breasts were calling his name, that short skirt was teasing him, those fishnets begged to be ripped off, and that smile. Oh, your fucking smile. That was probably the sexiest thing that you wore tonight. He definitely wasn’t complaining about your outfit, but your smile made him weak. The fact that it seemed the biggest when you were looking at him brought him to his knees.

You hear him kick the door the rest of the way open and then he’s tossing you down on the bed. His normally soft brown eyes appear almost black as he stares down at you. You can’t help but clench your legs together and his eyes sweep over your body.

“God, you’re perfect.” His voice is raspy from yelling all evening. “I wish you could see yourself from my point of view.” 

A wetness in between your legs starts to make itself known to you. You watch as he tosses his cap off, pulls his shirt off in one swift motion, and starts to remove his jeans. The thigh high boots are all you manage to get off before he places a heavy hand on your leg.

“I want to try something a little different.” He states. “Will you let me?”

There is a command in his question, but also an air of hesitation. He seems like he wants you to be just as on board as he is. 

“I’ll let you do anything you want.” You say truthfully. 

A grin appears on his face after he hears your stamp of approval. Frankie turns around to the desk behind him and slides something metal off of it. He’s obstructing your view with his hands. 

“I told you before that Benny isn’t going to have an outfit to get back from you because I’m going to tear it off.” 

You nod, swallowing the growing lump in your throat.

“I decided that I didn’t want to do that anymore. I’m going to cut it off.”

He brings out the object that he took off his dresser and unfolds it in front of you. It’s a pocket knife. However, it’s bigger than any pocket knife you have ever seen. The blade is thin, long, and a blinding silver. Your wetness soaks its way through your panties the longer you take in the image of Frankie holding the knife in front of you. Where he was usually a soft and sweet looking man, now he looked dark and lustful. It’s making you and your body go crazy. You bite down hard on your lower lip hoping that the pain will distract from the throbbing of your clit. It’s unbearable. He balances himself over you by resting one knee on the bed. The next time he talks, his face is inches from yours and his voice is barely above a whisper.

“Don’t you dare move.” He speaks. “I don’t want to cut this beautiful skin of yours. Are you going to be a good girl and stay still for me?” He lets the knife hover over the knot you tied in your shirt earlier that evening.

“Yes.” You breathe out excitedly. 

Frankie carefully slips the blade beneath the knot and pulls upward. The cheap material is sliced through and falls delicately to each side of your body. He looks at your black bra like it’s offending him and repeats the same action with the knife. When your breasts are fully exposed in front of him, he lets out a deep sigh. You can see how hard he has gotten from watching your clothes get cut from your body. With his free hand he rolls one of your nipples in between his thumb and index finger. The feeling causes your back to arch slightly as you whine out to him. 

“What did I say, Estrella?” Frankie lays the knife flat in the valley of your breasts. The cool metal feels like it's pulling the warmth from your body. “I thought I told you not to move?” He picks it back up again, and with the tip ghosting over your skin, he drags it down to your navel.

“I can’t help it.” You smile. “My body just reacts to you.” 

There is a flash of sweetness in his eyes at your words before they cloud back over with lust. “I know the feeling.” He groans, palming your breasts.

Frankie sits back on his leg and lets his blade slip under the waistband of your skirt. You giggle quietly as it melts off your body just as easy as the other two articles of clothing. There is nothing left on your body, but fishnets and underwear. Your breath hitches as the icy metal slides its tongue down your leg. Watching Frankie’s eyes light up with your every reaction is pushing you further and further towards your climax. How could it be possible for him to make you come without his hands ever gracing your skin? You keep your own eyes trained on him as he starts slicing through the material of the fishnets. When he finally finishes, you’re the one who tears off your panties. As beautifully torturous as that was, there is no way you can wait for him anymore. 

“I’ve been aching for you all day.” You whimper, butterflying your legs open for his viewing pleasure. “Are you going to come satisfy me like you promised?” 

Frankie’s so enamored by your display in front of him that he loses his grip on his knife and it falls softly on the bedroom floor. He walks up the foot of the bed and grasps your hips firmly. Without you having to say another word, he sinks deep inside you and fills you to the hilt. Both of you gasp out in pleasure and gratefulness that this moment is finally here after this strenuous day. 

“Fuck. Every time I slip inside you it feels so right.” He utters out as he starts thrusting at a languid pace.

You’re too lost in the sensation of feeling every inch of him stretch you out to respond, but he keeps speaking.

“Every time you twirled around and every time I saw your lips pressed right up against the microphone, I wanted you.” His pace is speeding up now. “Every time I saw you perform for the crowd and every time I saw those men get the blessed opportunity to kiss you, I wanted everyone to know I wanted you. You’re my girl. You’re my Estrella.” 

“Yes, Frankie.” Your eyes are locked on him while he pounds into you. 

“I want you to say it. I want you to say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You gasp.

“Louder.” His voice is a mix of demanding and begging. “I don’t care if the neighbors hear.”

“I’m yours Frankie! No one else's!”

“That’s fucking right.”

He leans down to suck on your breasts while he continues pumping inside your cunt. Your hands find their home in his hair to pull on his curls. Hearing his deep grunts is causing you to feel drunk. His coarse hair is methodically rubbing your clit as he nips at your sensitive skin. You know your high is coming, you can feel it rising quickly to the surface. Wanting to be as connected to him as possible, you slide your hands down to his face and bring him up to your lips. There is a hunger between the two of you that is palpable in the kiss. Each of you is desperate to have more of the other. There is an unspoken knowing that no matter how much is taken, neither one will be full. He silences your screams as you come with his full lips as you release onto him. You feel yourself coating him completely. Frankie never breaks the kiss during or after your climax. You smile as you feel his lips quiver against yours as he finishes deep inside you. His hips quiver with each release.

“That’s it.” You whisper. “Let me have it. I want all of you.”

“You already have all of me, Estrella.” 

He didn’t pull out of you immediately, but when he did, you stopped him from going to clean you up. The two of you laid there on the bed, facing each other, as you traced the features of his face. There was something so lovely about the after. The quietness and contentment that encapsulated the both of you was like something out of a dream. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there until the sun rose. Frankie, unfortunately, was to be the voice of reason. He reminded you that you both had work early in the morning and that sleep was something you definitely needed after the day's events. He’s gentle when he washes himself off of your skin. As he puts the cloth away, you pull back the covers and wait patiently for him to hold your tired body. Before sleep can take you from this moment, you muster up the strength to ask one last thing. 

“Are you mine, Frankie?” 

“I’m yours until all the stars in the sky go dark.”

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“You don’t have to do this if you don't want to.” John said as Sherlock inspected the room. He walked around carefully before heading out into the hallway with you and John.

“It seems safe enough.” Sherlock said honestly.

“Safe enough? Enough? I want top-notch safety!” You muttered. Sherlock raised his eyebrows and sighed.

“On the budget, this place has the best you’ll get. We’ll be right outside with armed guards. So it should be safe.” Sherlock assured you. You glanced at John who once again reminded you that you didn’t have to go through with it but you took a deep breath and went to one side with one of the guards. When they were ready you were led into the room Sherlock had come out of before they left you alone. You stared at the glass in front of you.

“I didn’t think they’d let me get this.” Jim said with a grin as he gestured around the room. It was plain, just a chair and the glass. He had nothing on the other side. 

“Where are they?” You asked.

“Ah ah ah! Not so fast. I asked for one thing in exchange for the location.” Jim insisted. You frowned at him.

“You asked for me. I’m here. So please… tell me what we need to know.” You begged. Jim smiled and tilted his head as he watched you as if he enjoyed you begging.

“I’ll trade it.” He answered and smiled when you stood from the seat and looked at him curiously.

“You’ll trade it? For what?” You asked. Jim walked back and forward behind the glass. There was a noise somewhere in the room and you turned away looking towards the door which made a thinking noise. You assumed that if there was a problem Sherlock and John would be through it in a shot so you turned back. He was opposite you and you jumped but reminded yourself that there was glass between you.

“A kiss.” Jim answered. You frowned at him.

“You want to trade the information for a kiss?” You asked. Thinking for a moment you sighed. A kiss in exchange for several people's lives wasn’t that height of an ask. Uncomfortable of course but you could do that. 

“Fine.” You said and he smiled.

“But you have to mean it.” He insisted. You frowned at him as he motioned for you to get closer to the glass. "A kiss can be deadly if you mean it."

You leaned in expecting the feel cold glass against your lips but you were met with the warmth of Jim’s lips instead. You went to pull apart but his hands moved to your head as he deepened the kiss. The door started to rattle.

When Sherlock and John finally got the door open they found the room empty of everything but a single chair.

“There’s a gap in the wall. I can see the glass panel in there.” John said as he looked carefully at the walls. 

“I Assume they got out of here.” Sherlock said. He was crouching down at the opposite wall inspecting an almost invisible door-sized crease in the wall.

“Sherlock. We promised (Y/N) that nothing would happen.” John said to Sherlock who sighed.

“I am well aware of that. We need to get going. I need to look over everything that he sent us. I want to look at (Y/N)’s flat as well.” Sherlock said as he stood suddenly and left the room.

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@the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn

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so at the risk of sounding like an idiot…for whatever reason i thought this was going to be jegulily but has it actually been regulily bffs with jily/jegulus in a love triangle situation??? not asking in an angry or rude way but in an “am i so dense i missed this the entire time?’ way

(pls ignore me if you got this ask twice but my wife crapped out right as i sent this the first time)

yeahhh it’s not an easily categorizable relationship which is why the fic is not tagged jily or jegulus or jegulily bc it is. none of those. hang on i’ll explain under the cut don’t think it’s quite as much of a spoiler anymore but just in case

ok here’s the breakdown: regulus is in love with james. lily is in love with james. they first bonded when they realized they were both in love with james & both knew that nothing would ever come of it & both agreed not 2 sleep w him bc they knew it would just break their hearts etc. james is not in love with either of them. he loves them very much, but it is not the romantic love either of them desire. however he doesn’t view sex as a big deal just a fun thing to do with people, including people you love.

so like. in ch 20 what happened is that james + lily went home together, both kinda drunk, and in a moment of poor judgment & high emotion (they all might die the next day!) lily decided to sleep with james despite knowing it would mean something different for each of them & would probably make her feel like shit the next morning. james was down 2 clown & was just like aw my friend who i love of course i wanna have sex let’s have a good time! regulus walked in on them & got mad at lily bc he felt like she had betrayed their pact not to sleep with james & also bc he is jealous (he’s not being entirely fair to her, but emotions are messy sometimes, & lily understands why he’s upset). so in his anger he basically told james “u idiot she’s in love with u” & james, who thought he & lily were on the same page feelings-wise, realized that they were not & he slept with her even though he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings, which will hurt her.

so now lily feels shitty bc she sort of promised regulus she wouldn’t sleep w james and then did, and also bc james now knows she’s been in love w him 4 years which will irrevocably change & possibly destroy the once close friendship they had. and also she’s upset w regulus 4 telling james she was in love w him even if she understands why he did it. regulus feels shitty bc he walked in on his best friend sleeping w the man he’s in love with after she said she wouldn’t & he’s jealous & he’s angry at james 4 hurting lily even tho it wasn’t intentional & he’s angry at lily 4 putting herself in that situation knowing she’d get hurt & that it would hurt him & he feels guilty 4 telling james lily was in love w him bc he knows he just did it 2 hurt them both back so he’s angry at himself as well. james feels shitty bc he thought regulus & lily were both happy just being friends but is realizing that they’re actually in love with him and thus that his inability to reciprocate those feelings hurts them both deeply & there’s nothing he can do about it. & even if he could this is not a situation where either of them would be happy if he loved them both back like if he was in love with lily it would hurt regulus if he was in love with regulus it would hurt lily so. it’s a mess & everyone feels bad yayyyy who else cheered

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Hi!! I hope this topic request is okay, but can i ask for rengoku/sanemi/tengen x gn reader comforting/protecting them after they've been bullied by their "friends"? if u cant do all three, any is fine. Thank u so much dear!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝙆𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙠𝙪 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

• Kyoujuro doesn’t show it, but he is livid. No matter your status, you mean a lot to him and the fact anyone ever dares to be mean to you is not okay. Especially if they pretended to be your friend?

• As you whimper in his strong arms, his calming scent filling your nostrils, you don’t even notice his eyes go dark.

• “Y/N, why don’t you go get cleaned up? I’ll handle your friends.” He stated, calmly, but the glare he delivered to your peers sent chills dancing down their spines.

• Nodding, you go to the restroom to clean up. Now, Kyoujuro’s evil side can come out and play.

• From there, Kyoujuro goes up to the group who was just laughing about whatever. Towering over the main one, he picked them up by the collar of their shirt and turn them around to face them.

• When the person weakly nods, his grip tightens. “Pathetic. How dare you claim to be their friend?” Kyoujuro tsks. “If you ever dare make Y/N cry again, I promise it will not end well for you. Understand me?”

• When the person weakly nods, his grip tightens. “Pathetic. How dare you claim to be their friend?” Kyoujuro tsks. “If you ever dare make Y/N cry again, I promise it will not end well for you. Understand me?”

• Fear dancing in the person irises as well as the crowd, they agreed. Dropping them to their feet, Kyoujuro goes back to attending to you with cuddles and preferred activities. Those “friends” will never mess with you again.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

• Sanemi is beyond livid.

• Sanemi is a loose canon on a good day, but anger him and it’s even worse.

• If there is one thing Sanemi don’t play about it’s you, so when he witnesses you crying, he is immediately ready to kick somebody’s ass.

• “Sanemi, it’s nothing.” You state with a shaky smile, not wanting to get anyone hurt.

• “Y/N, I’m giving you one last chance to tell me who the hell did this to you or I’ll find out myself.” He warns, attempting to be somewhat calm for you, but nothing can hide the venom that leaked through his gritted teeth.

• Knowing this is a losing battle, you give up the names of the people who were disrespecting you.

• I am going to be honest, Sanemi will just find them and beat their ass. Whether you told him or not. So, “you will not have to worry about them assholes again,” as Sanemi puts it. And he is sure to help you forget by doing something you would want to do — even if he doesn’t want to do it. He’ll do anything to see you smile.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣 𝙐𝙯𝙪𝙞 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

• Tengen ain’t the one.

• He’ll either comfort you by fucking your brains out if y’all are like that, but if not, he’ll cuddle you and watch a movie.

• Tengen isn’t going to react right away. He will definitely be more calculated, waiting a few days and catching them off guard.

• All you know is these “friends” don’t even bother to mess with you again because Tengen threatened their lives.

• “You even come near Y/N again, I promise you will regret it.” He growls, sending chills down their spines.

• He may even scruff them up a bit to show how serious he truly is.

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Tagged by @callsign-crow, @itshoneywhatever, @mafiatsunafish, @merryandrewsworld, @perishablealex, @renai-chan in different versions of the tag game, so I just took all the questions and answered them all in one post, if ya don't mind, you lovely souls! 💕

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Name? Starts with a P. It's a pretty common name where I’m from. (But you can call me Red here 😉)

Were you named after anyone? Nope.

Pronouns? She/her.

Where do you call home? Belgium.

Sign? Aries.

Time? 11h49 (I’m HUNGRY.) (Update. I ate and it was fries and homemade burger).

Fav band/artist? Hans Zimmer (composer). But I love many other composers! I don’t exactly have a fav band or artist as it’s not the kind of music I listen to (OST-Forever-Girl).

Do you have kids? No. I don’t want kids right now, I’ll wonder about that muuuuuch later. (Although I’m a cat mom at the moment.)

Use sarcasm a lot? I do sarcastic quips all the time… xD

First thing you notice 'bout people? Their smile. :)

Eye color? Hazel Eyes.

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy Ending FOREVER.

Special talent? *blank* (Too hungry to think of one... xD)

Your hobbies? To talk about something NOT related to fandom, I like Sudoku and Word scrambled games.

Any pets? It may be shocking to all of you, but I have a she-cat. A red she-cat. *grinning*

First pet? Twas a hamster….:D

Favorite animal? I love felines and birds of prey VERY MUCH.

Cereal of choice? As a kiddo it was Miel Pops, now I do the healthier version of honey cereals when I do eat cereals. And I occasionally eat oatmeal as well.

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? All three of them, depends on what is it I’m learning.

Playing any sport? Used to be tennis. Now I do walking and running, and I’d love to swim again!!!

How tall..? Small bean of 1m58.

Favourite subject in school? Latin in secondary school, and my American and British Literature at Uni, as well as all my Law and Judiciary classes. Instructive, especially because I now understand the related news.

Dream job? I don’t even know anymore… I’m completely lost. ☹

Favorite scent? honey and lavender, and strawberry.

Do you believe in astrology? Absolutely not. "Not in any god, not in myths and legends." (Although it’s pretty cool to read about myths and legends! :D *mythology nerd*)

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 0 because I refuse to use spotify or apple music. :D

Sharpies or highlighters? Both are good!

Song that makes you cry? Songs don’t usually make me cry. However, OSTs do. I’m HIGHLY sensitive to Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron/The Last Samurai/LOTR OSTs.

Last song? Dela by Johnny Clegg (That’s right baby, GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE SONG! :D)

Last series? still ER! (I mean there are 15 seasons or so, and I’m watching season 5)

Last movie? I was in the middle of ‘While you were sleeping’ but couldn’t finish due to stellar internet connection. :(

Song that makes you happy? Ain’t Worried by OneRepublic, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins, and the Rickrolling Song! xD

Do you write/draw/create? Don’t EVER ask me to draw. I’ve started to write, which I’m still surprised about, I guess you could say I create some Top Gun content as well? Like silly posts about my fav pilots! :D

Currently working on? My Cheerleading Top Gun Sideblog. I’m still in the building process but it’s been fun so far! I discovered or rediscovered REALLY amazing content!!! :O <3 Writing-related? Dr. Goose Bradshaw Series. YUP. THAT’S RIGHT. 😉

When did I create this blog? Dunno…2013/14?

What I post? I reblog A LOT. And I LOVE adding to posts when inspiration strikes! xD Right now? I’ve posted several Top Gun  Recs Lists. (Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick have bewitched me body and soul!)

Other blogs? The Sideblog I was previously talking about can be found at @timetobuzzthefandomtower.

Do I get asks? Very occasionally 😊 (Though I don’t check it very often, so very sorry to anyone who might have sent something, I promise I’ll get back to you!!! <3)

Followers? 246?! (Holy Shit. When did that happen??????? I’ve never checked before! :O)

Average hours of sleep? 8 hours is the best for me, but I sleep less than that I’m sure.

Instruments? Fuck that. I hated the music class during HS. :O 

What I'm wearing rn? Short & T-Shirt. All comfy clothes.

Dream trip? New Zealand. Seems very far away, almost unachievable! xD And, the Vikings Lands. I. WANT. TO. GO. THERE. <3

Favourite song at the moment? Fake ID from Footloose :D

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I know there are A LOT of questions, feel the heck free to choose which ones you want to answer, IF you want to of course! Have the sweetest of days! <3

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I really hope this works.

Hello and welcome to the Official Spaceship 2 Earth blog! This blog is owned and run by the crew that was sent to explore the far ends of the galaxy around a year ago. In a way you can say we’re still doing that. Against our will. With no fuel.

My name is Apollo, and I’m the one who set up and mainly checks over this blog. The other two members are named Orion and Bell, our Captain and Junior Explorer respectively. I’ll let them write their own introductions.

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Hello!! I am Orion, Captain of many crews, Trusted member of Many Others!! Unfortunately I shall not be a Member of other crews any longer. But!! I love my current crew dearly! (okay, i know i promised Captain i wouldn't edit any of his intro, but c'mon dude. seriously??) As stated by our amazing Junior technician (gee thanks), we are stranded far in the galaxy, too far for any help as most are concerned. But no matter! We are plenty capable of surviving! And appreciate any questions you have for us! Goodbye!!

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Hi hi hi My name is bell im 12 years old and Im the captains second in command! i dont know as much as the captain or pauly but im always learning!! im very useful and i love exploring alot and i hope to be a professional explorer someday!! Things i like reading the mail we have and i also like eating though that makes me sick Things i dont like coldness apollo being negative and the captain he smells bad sometimes thank you for reading!!! 

(Hey, Apollo again, I apologize for her horrific grammar. She insisted on writing that herself instead of letting me do it for her, Hope her writing doesn’t give too much of a headache.)

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I guess that's it for all of the introductions, No one's probably gonna see this But that wouldn't be surprising, If by some miracle this works send us your questions or whatever, It'd be a good time waster for me, and I suppose them too.

WRITTEN: APOLLO. -- SIGNING OFF.....

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(OOC blog info and rules below cut.)

Hello everyone! Welcome to our New original Roleplay sci-fi blog, Our world center's around a Group of 3 explorers Lost in the vast endless reaches of space, With no fuel and no way to get home. (Heavy content warnings for dark subject matter)

As the Roleplay title suggests we will be posting and answering your Asks in character whatever they may be, go nuts!

This is an explicitly Proship friendly space so any arguing or unprompted hate will be ignored/deleted.

This blog is run by two people and Mods currently--Those being Mod Monnie [they/it] and AnonStarby. (AnonStarby will run the blog fully whenever Monnie is not available)

(Also to clarify Monnie Ships Apollo and bell together so BLAME THEM NOT ME /J) (seriously though if that triggers or upsets you block this blog)

Important tags to know--

Approved mail -- For asks

Transmissions -- for original posts

OOC -- For posts not in universe made by our mods

OOC asks -- self explanatory

Thanks for reading everyone!

Spaceship to earth created by Monnie.

[myveryownfanfiction]

Chapters 35

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT YOUR AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @onedirectionlovers2014, @illiana-mystery, @plush4bunny

warnings: swearing, strip poker, smut, unprotected martial sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos)

AN: whoa. 36 chapters. That’s fun. Thanks for reading everyone!

I leaned against Dan as I watched all the guys in navy uniforms mill around. Gurgs was complaining about how she couldn’t touch this year because of her boyfriend but I was tuning her out.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is.” I muttered. Dan chuckled and leaned down to say something but I put a hand on his chest to stop him. “Shut up. I understand that.” Dan kissed my head before hugging me tighter to his side. “Why is fleet week such a big deal?”

“Well for people like gurgs it’s to oogle them.” Dan muttered, eyeing her over his glasses. “For people like me, it’s for the poker game. If only I can get in.” I chuckled.

“Flobert came through?” I asked, tilting my head back to look at him. Dan nodded with a smile. “So I take it you’re going to be staying late?”

“yeah.” Dan confirmed. He kissed me softly. “I won’t lose all our money. Promise.” I reached up to cup his cheek.

“I trust you.” I said. He nodded before kissing my palm. “Time to work. I’m going to make a few calls. See if I can get someone to rent out my old place.” Dan furrowed his eyebrows.

“I thought you found someone.” Dan said. I nodded.

“he bugged out.” I said with a sigh. “Have to get the locks changed since he took the key and need to find someone who is actually going to live there.” Dan squeezed my shoulder and let me head out to his office. About an hour later, Dan came storming in and slammed the door. “You found out flobert lied about being in the navy?”

“how the fuck did you know?” Dan said, eyes narrowing suspiciously. I pointed at the computer.

“I got curious. His work history is public knowledge since he’d been a judge.” I said. “And you could do with checking your phone…” Dan fished in his pocket and frowned when he read my last message.

“yeah. Well…” he sighed as he laid down on his couch. “Fuck.” I giggled softly as Dan put a pillow over his face.

“Well considering they don’t have a place to play at the moment…” I said offhandedly. “The basements unlocked and free.”

“how did you know that they lost their spot?” Dan asked, peaking out at me from under the pillow.

“the beauty of checking your phone!” I laughed, tossing the stack of poster notes at Dan. He groaned in fake pain before chuckling.

“alright alright i get it.” He said as he sat up. “Alright. I’ll go tell them. Maybe that’ll get me in.”

“yeah. As long as you don’t pull the lifelong dream of playing poker thing.” I said. Groaning, I leaned back in the chair. “Fuck it. Can I come watch?” Dan nodded as he stood up, holding his hand out for me. I took it and we went looking for one of the guys that was going to be in the game. It didn’t take Dan long to find one.

“did i hear right? You need a place for the game tonight?” Dan asked. The guy nodded. “Well aren’t you in luck. I have just the place. If you’ll let me in.”

“I don’t know.” The guy said, eyeing Dan. “You’re the law…” Dan shook his head.

“Oh no no. I’m a lawyer. I have no allegiance to the law.” He said. “Besides…” Dan sent me a wink. “It will help me fulfill my lifelong dream to play poker for the first time.” The guy laughed and Dan squeezed my hand.

“alright you’re in. Just don’t go taking all our shit.” Dan smiled at me as the guy walked away to tell the others.

“wouldn’t dream of it.” He chuckled as he lead me towards the basement. As everyone from the navy set up the poker game, Dan picked me up and helped me sit on a file cabinet. I blushed before kissing him.

“good luck.” I whispered as he rubbed my leg. He smiled at me.

“still gets you something awful doesn’t it?” He laughed. I nodded and ducked my head. Dan kissed my head before heading to take his seat at the poker table. I giggled as he played up being bad to try to fool everyone at the table. When he dropped the losing hand, everyone started laughing.

“alright lawyer man. Take it off.” Someone said.

“huh?” Dan said, eyes flickering between everyone. “What’s that mean?”

“it means you lose the hand, you lose your clothes.” Dan’s eyes widened as it dawned on him.

“wait wait wait…” he blushed as I covered my mouth to stop from laughing. “Your fleet week game is a fucking game of strip poker?!” My laugh burst forward and dans head snapped over to me.

“yeah.” A couple guys said, eyes flickering over to me but frowning at the flash from my wedding ring. “Thought gurgs woulda told ya.” Dan groaned as he realized what was going on. I bit my lip and stared him down. When Dan ground his teeth, I raised an eyebrow. Reaching up, he pulled his tie off and tossed it on the table.

“dammit.” He muttered before picking up his next set of cards. I swung my legs as I watched the game progress. Dan wasn’t a bad poker player but some of the others were a little better. By the time it was down to three players, Dan had thrown his jacket and vest off. His shirt had joined the pile and I had to bite my lip to keep my focus on the game. Dan occasionally glanced at me, trying to see my reaction to the various levels of undress in the room. Gurgs had slipped in and was trying her best to not look but my eyes stayed firmly fixed on Dan. He smiled softly at me before turning back to the game at hand.

“Abbie is going to have a free throw contest!” Wyatt yelled as he came running in. Everyone looked at each other before running off. Dan walked over and helped me off the cabinet.

“you going?” I asked. Dan shook his head as he looked at me. “Gurgs said the door doesn’t lock.” Dan shrugged. “What’s gotten into you?” I laughed as he picked me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“those other guys didn’t mean a damn thing to you tonight did they?” He asked, leaning his head into my neck and pressing soft kisses there. I shook my head. “Even though they’re younger, have muscles and look good in a uniform?”

“no.” I confirmed. “Especially when I have you.” Dan pulled back and kissed me deeply. “What’s gotten into you?” I laughed as he carried me over to the poker table. He set me down gently and kissed me again.

“you.” He whispered as he unbuckled his belt. I pulled my pants down and laid back on the table. I smiled at Dan as he pushed his pants down. Kissing me again, Dan slid into me and started to thrust gently. He moved to kiss along my jawline as he picked up speed. I tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding his head back up to kiss me. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. But damn if I’m not glad that I have you.” Dan groaned out.

“keep talking like that and I won’t last long.” I murmured, running my fingers through dans hair. Dan chuckled and thrust into me harder.

“surrounded by some of the best specimen of men in the world and you choose the one who’s old enough to be your grandfather, overweight and doesn’t know what he’d be doing if he hadn’t taken the same job I had thirty years ago.” Dan muttered. His breath fanned over my lips as he panted. “I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. All because of you…” Dan trailed off as I orgasmed. “Fuck.” He groaned as he followed me over the edge. We laid there panting as we came back down.

“I think I’m the lucky one Dan.” I said softly as he pulled away and cleaned us up. Smiling softly at me, he led me back upstairs with everyone else.

[hiyyihrts]

Just as many of us are thrilled to see rep in s3, many, many women were thrilled at the idea of representation for themselves in s2. It isn’t unreasonable for them to notice the discrepancy in how one actress was treated in comparison to the s1 and s3 white female leads, and it takes nothing away from your love of Nicola / Polin to allow them to express their feelings about that without trying to gaslight them.

It wasn’t the pandemic that made Netflix not do a couple’s poster, or one for Simone alone, or deny requests for joint Johnny and Simone interviews. It wasn’t the pandemic that had Netflix do that and give the EW article to other characters, rather than Simone, Simone and Johnny, or heck, Simone, Johnny, and Charithra. No, y’all essentially got a Polin shoot for s2. Which, yay for you, but think how you’d feel if this season it was all Benedict or Francesca promo instead of Penelope. Wouldn’t you think Netflix was wrong? That it was fatphobic? I would. I therefore think what they did for s2 reeks of racism.

It wasn’t the pandemic that had the writers compare the Sharma sisters to horses, literally, horses in a horse race in s2, and pit them against each other for a white man.

I could go on, people post receipts of this all the time, and you don’t need to take it as personally as many have, but don’t gaslight fans who saw it. Don’t encourage white fans to dismiss the people who are deeply hurt by it. No one is saying not to celebrate what y’all are getting, but there is a discrepancy and pointing it out and demanding better is a good thing that in no way detracts from the fact that Nicola / Polin / s3 is getting everything and more than y’all could ever ask. It’s gross to tell woc to shut the fuck up and be grateful when they got so much less than what the selling point of the show (diversity) promised.

I normally don’t get involved in this kind of stuff but your post was in the Kanthony tag, so I felt it merited a response, knowing how much it would hurt people. People who have already been deeply hurt by Bridgerton and the fandom. This isn’t some kind of shipping war, it’s so much more important, and I’m dismayed at how callous the fandom is being about all this.

I haven’t and will never say that people can’t be upset by the blatant differences in how the seasons have been promoted. Nor have I said anyone shouldn’t talk about it or to be quiet about it. I see now that it was wrong to say the pandemic influenced what went on, bc people have sent me things since indicating that there very much is a lot of racial differences and unfair treatment for both of the leads the last season. It’s true Simone and Johnny both were paid dust, and to have the sister’s stories altered and changed is not something I agree with. I’m not trying to encourage anyone to do anything. The only thing I don’t agree with and I’ve said before is making it seem like any of these actors chose things that production did. I wish Simone and Johnny were featured more in this season and got more than what they did in the last! It’s Netflix and Shonda that are the ones pushing these things and deciding what does or doesn’t happen. Blaming the actors for it doesn’t do anything because they don’t have a say in what is or isn’t done, that’s all Netflix and Shonda. I don’t understand throwing vitriol over couples and actors who don’t decide things. I don’t agree with anyone doing that. And I’ll make it clear now that I don’t agree with Netflix or Shonda or condone anything they’ve done that has hindered Johnny and Simone in any way, shape, or form, or has caused fans to come after them for starring in a show and playing characters that people connect with and love dearly. I wish there would’ve been better representation than what we were given, and I hope the future seasons have even better representation and they take the criticism over racist descriptions and lack of promotion to their heads and it actually clicks that what they did wasn’t fair or right.

[locke-writes]

2k Writing Challenge

Sign Ups Open: March 24th, 2023

Sign Ups Close: April 25th, 2023

Writings Due: July 15th, 2023 (can be posted before the due date)

Rules:

Send an ask letting me know that you’re joining

Let me know the character that you are writing for. Must be a character I am familiar with so feel free to ask ahead of time if you are unsure you will be able to write for characters I know

Choose between 1-3 prompts from the below indicating whether they are dialogue or song prompts. You may mix and match between the two (ie. 1 song prompt + 1 dialogue prompt). I’ll then put your url next to the prompt/s you’ve chosen so you can reference this post.

There is no minimum or maximum word count

AUs are more than welcome, just let me know if you’re planning an AU

Make sure to include trigger warnings in your post if they’re needed

Tag Me and DM me a link if I don’t like the post within 24 hours of it being up. Sometimes tumblr is fickle and doesn’t like to notify me of being tagged

You may sign up to write more than one thing however you can’t use the same prompts (ie. if you sign up to write X character with song prompt 3, you can’t use that prompt if you want to write Y character)

Additional questions can be sent through the inbox. Prompts are below

Song Prompts:

Boris - Lo-Fang

People Watching - Conan Gray

If I Get High - Nothing But Thieves

Fair - The Amazing Devil

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

And She Was - Talking Heads

Bulletproof - La Roux

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

Happier Than Ever - Billie Eilish ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers )

Vienna - Billy Joel

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

Seventeen - MARINA

Sofia - Clairo

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

Toxic - Britney Spears

All These Things That I’ve Done - The Killers

Movement - Hozier

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

End of Beginning - Djo

Liability - Lorde

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

bad idea! - girl in red

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

Dialogue Prompts

“I couldn’t stop loving you, even if I tried. And I did try for some time. But it didn’t work.

“We all have secrets, don’t we”

“After all you’ve done, how can I trust you?”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.” ( @nekoannie-chan / Steve Rogers)

“You’re the only person I would do this for”

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I think you need a hug”

“I smell something burning. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me”

“Didn’t I tell you to bring a jacket?”

“No! You are not getting me sick!”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me, that joke was terrible”

“Let me get the first aid kit again”

“You aren’t dying, you just stubbed your toe”

“Who made you cry and where can I find them?”

“Go to bed, you need sleep.”

“It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key”

“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“If the sun isn’t up, then I am not up”

“Trust me it looks worse than it is”

“Act like we’re dating, I see my ex” ( @kjs-s / Foggy Nelson)

“It’s always going to be you”

“Please don’t set off the fire alarm again”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No way, you’re taking a break and that’s final”

“You take care of everyone but who takes care of you”

“We promised not to tell that story to anyone”

“Stay there, I’m on my way”

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Fuck it Friday!

Thanks for the tag @honestlydarkprincess @spotsandsocks ☺️☺️☺️

It feels very odd having actual writing to share with people rather than me just posting half finished paintings or embroideries 😂

This fic has me in its strangle hold and has gone from what I thought was going to be a fun little 20-30k 15 chapter fic to mark my entrance as a fic writer, to a full blown monster that looks like it will be closer to 100k and 30 chapters - make of that what you will!

Again it is unedited at the moment, but here is a little section from chapter two when we meet Margaret and Philip Buckley and yes they are just as terrible in my fic as they are in the show!!

As expected he was met with the unimpressed stares of both his mother and father. Daniel was nowhere to be seen and Buck assumed he was breaking his fast in his bedroom, tired out from expending his energy in attending the ball last evening. Buck perused the sideboard and selected what he wanted for breakfast before taking his seat at the centre of one side of the table, his mother at one end, with his father at the head. A servant stepped forward to serve him coffee before withdrawing back to stand next to the sideboard. Buck began to eat his selections while he waited for one of his parents to strike the first blow of their vitriol over his behaviour. 

He didn’t have to wait long, he was just buttering his breakfast roll when his father turned  and signalled for the servant to leave the room before turning to Buck and asking  ‘what were you thinking, leaving the assembly as you did last night and walking home on foot?’ ‘Do you deliberately spend you time coming up with new ways to vex us Evan’ his mother chimed in ‘waking home in the middle of the night, you could’ve been mugged or kidnapped. you have no compassion on my nerves and no consideration for how we appear to society with you galavanting about as you do.’ Buck looked at her as she built up a head of steam, before turning back to look down at his bread roll, when she got like this it was better to let her get it all out. He was in for a long morning.  'We are here for Daniel, to improve his health, and you constantly going off without a thought for anyone. You should be focused on helping him and putting your energy into making sure he gets well. You abandoned him at the Assembly rooms - what if he had a turn?’  

His parents continued to expound how much of a failure and a problem Buck was in their eyes, his mother getting increasingly distressed and her admonishing tone increasingly shrill while his father just sits there looking disappointed and displeased.  ‘This is your last warning Evan’ his father finally says ‘you cannot keep behaving in this manner, distressing your mother when she has enough to worry about with Daniel. You are supposed to be here looking after him and his health while we try to fins a cure and if you can’t do that I will send you back to Boston and have you put under the care of Gerrard.’ Buck looks at his father, who returns his gaze with a hard stare and Buck knows he will make good on his threat. Mr Gerrard is his fathers steward and Buck has never liked or got on with him.  A former army man, he is set in his ways with a hardline and barbaric attitude who has clipped Buck around the ear at any and all opportunities since before Buck can remember and Buck has seen him beat servants for the smallest thing. Gerrard has never had the time of day for Buck, his beady eyes always searching for any minor transgression that he can use to persuade his father of the need for punishment. He rules through fear and with the rod and Buck is fully aware that should be sent back to Boston, Gerrard would take great delight in beating Buck for any transgression, real or imagined. 

‘I’m sorry’ he says, ‘I promise I’ll do better’ ‘See that you do’ His father says over his mothers sniffing.  Having lost his appetite, Buck asks to leave the breakfast table and when his father nods as he returns to his newspaper Buck quickly gets up and leaves the room.

I hope you're enjoying these little snippets. I don't know when I'll post this to AO3 - it all depends on how productive i am becasue I don't want to start posting and then not be able to keep to a schedule 😬 or leave it as an unfinished fic!

Tagging anyone who has something to share this fine friday and hasn't been tagged!

[sparklecriticism]

FAQ

Please read the FULL THING before sending an ask. It’s not that long I promise you. Or maybe it is I keep editing it

What’s your name?

That’s top secret, just call me Mod Polly

Pronouns?

He/him, I have others but I’m not giving myself away THAT easy

Do you hate Sparklecare?

Absolutely not, if I hated it i wouldn’t have made this blog. I just think the fandom is god-awful and that the comic has so much wasted potential. I still regularly keep up with the comic’s updates, follow the blog (alongside the blogs for Kittycorn’s other various projects), and enjoy making fanstuff for it. I am heavily critical of all my interests, especially indie projects since I KNOW those ones don’t have to go through censors and shit.

If you don’t hate it, then what’s this blog for???

This is for me complaining about the fandom, and criticizing the comic. This is essentially a diary of bitching.

I don’t like this blog

Block me, this is my personal diary of bitching. I remember I was in your shoes once, and didn’t like to see criticisms of Sparklecare, so I 100% get it.

Were you sparklecrit?

No. Leave them out of this. They clearly feel remorse for their past actions. Now me on the other hand, I feel bad about none of this XD

Are you gonna post the preboot link?

Absolutely not. I’m not going to disrespect Kittycorn’s wishes. Like I said this is only my personal diary of bitching, nothing more.

Is your main [tumblr user]?

Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?

Thoughts on mspec lesbians/gays/contradictory labels in general?

Cool as shit. Do what you want, conservatives want us dead. Polly is a bi lesbian also, she told me this herself.

Thoughts on the preboot?

It’s way funnier and way less “clean”, I’ll give it that. However, the reboot does a better attempt when it comes to characters, keyword attempt. I still miss Knot though.

Favorite character?

If I said my actual fave, I’d be given away. However, I love the side patients/side characters in general.

Least favorite character?

Uni. She’s treated by the fandom like she can do no wrong, and it feels like people only draw her. Because of this it sorta ruined her for me as a character. Sorry Uni.

Favorite ship?

Honest to god I see good chemistry/potential in all of them. I’ve never really been interested in Sparklecare shipping on its own but I enjoy doing it to analyze the characters and whatever the fuck

Least favorite ship?

Barruni. It’s the only one I see 0 chemistry or interest in, sorry. No hate to anyone who does ship it though!!

What about Cuddles?

Cuddles doesn’t feel like a character to me. He’s not interesting enough for me to hate that much. I don’t like him either, by any stretch of the imagination. I just forget he exists.

What do the tags mean?

“Fandom bitching” is for bitching about the fandom, “reboot bitching” is for bitching about the reboot, “comet bitching” is for any bitching regarding the Cometcare AU askblog, which will probably be few and far between let’s be real here, and “preboot bitching” is for bitching about the preboot because I WILL criticize the preboot as well. All criticisms/bitching will be tagged “sparklecriticism”. “Not bitching” is for general posts, and “Polly speaks” is for general posts from Polly. “Sparkleposting” is about my general, standard Sparklecare posts, usually regarding the version of it that exists in my brain. The "asks" tag is self-explanatory, and "your bitching" is bitching sent in by VIEWERS LIKE YOU!!!!!!

Are you trans/queer/nd/mentally Ill/disabled?

I’ve been a fan of this comic since late 2021, what the fuck do you think. Yes to all 5.

Will you be tagging character neg?

No. This is sparklecriticism what did you expect. I will however tag ship neg as “[ship] neg”, though you’ll probably only see that for Barruni.

Are you a troll?

No.

Why are you doing this???

I believe anything worth a damn is worthy of criticism. I also want to see if anyone else agrees with me here. Sparklecare is a spinterest of mine, I care about it a lot. It’s why I’m so harsh on it.

Sparklecare’s a spinterest for you?????

Yes, in fact the day I developed it as a major spinterest is the day I started being more harsh on it.

Why don’t you read better comics then?

I do, actually! If you wanna hear the comics I like send me an ask-off anon and I’ll tell you privately :3 webcomics in general are a spinterest of mine actually! It’s why I’m so harsh on them, because I KNOW they can be so much more!!

If you hate bitch on this comic so much, why don’t you make your own comic??

I already did, actually! I’m not sharing it to keep my privacy, but I do in fact have a webcomic! If you wanna see it, send me an ask off-anon and I might send you it in private

How would you feel if someone made a criticism blog based off YOUR comic???

I’d feel honored, honest to god. I would encourage it if you guys knew who/what the fuck I/the comic was

[house-of-slayterr]

Daddy’s Home!:

Tag: @howl-fantasies @flaysthings @keffirinne

Basil’s POV:

I was entirely annoyed at this point. Maggie had gone on far too long pretending she was ok. You think after we had to learn the hard way about Miss Pepper, she’d learn to come to one of us by now. But she was still keeping her secrets. The front door open and I saw a familiar figure come through the door.

“How’s my favourite little puppy?” Y/N greeted condescendingly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Ooo, someone’s in a mood today. Do tell! Who does mommy have to kill this time?”

I laughed lowly.

“You can’t kill this problem Y/N. Im afraid you have an attachment to her already”

“Ugh are you still worried about Maggie? She’s a big girl Basil, she doesn’t need to sit in a circle and talk about her feelings.”

“Has she, or has she not been more jumpy recently?”

I knew it was unwise to talk to Y/N like that? But I’ll deal with the consequences later. She raised a brow at me before she answered.

“I suppose.”

“Has she not been avoiding everyone and always at her store?”

“That is true too, boy spit it out!” Y/N warned.

“She has a habit of hiding things that she thinks she can handle, but she really can’t. I have a feeling this is one of those things.”

Y/N spun a knife around in her hand, fidgeting with it. She seemed to think over my words.

“Is it really bothering you that much?” She finally asked.

“Yes.”

“Well then, get your coat.”

I didn’t like the look on her face. It was never good for anyone when Y/N was focused on something. Once she had a goal, it had to be reached. Obviously I didn’t hesitate, when Y/N tells you to do something you do it. I followed her out the door and outside.

“Seems Maggie will just have to take an early lunch today. She’s her own boss, don’t see why she’d say no. And if she does well-“

I knew she didn’t mean to insinuate she was going to use the knife on Maggie. But wouldn’t she? Wasn’t she capable of that? She’d been rough with me before, not that I minded. I had super human healing. But Maggie wasn’t so lucky. It didn’t take much for normal people to piss of Y/N Zsasz. But she considered us Family, whatever that meant to her. She wasn’t so quick to physical rage with us.

But I would never let it escalate to that, even though I doubted it would. We walked in silence the rest of the way, sneaking in through the back door of the flower shop.

“Oh Maggie Dearest, Mother is here.” Y/N said in a sing song tone.

I rolled my eyes.

“Normal people don’t break in through the back, during business hours.” Maggie said nonchalantly.

She was rushing around the store. There were a few customers, but once they saw Y/N they cleared out.

“And now you’re scaring off my customers, fantastic!” Maggie huffed.

“Don’t get short with me little miss.” Y/N warned.

It was then that Maggie seemed to finally notice my presence, she sent a small wave and smiled. She knew better than to ignore the woman, so she walked behind the register and sat on her stool. Turning her attention to us.

“Did something happen? Is everyone ok?” She asked worriedly.

I have a quick nod.

“Little Basil here wanted to have a little.. chat.”

Maggie swallowed, understanding the purpose of Y/N’s tone.

“Have I done something wrong?” She asked me.

“Maggie I’m worried about you.”

“Please, Basil, not this again. I told you I’m fine.”

“But you’re not! Everyone can see that! Even V is worried about you now.”

She fidgeted with her hands.

“What are you not telling us?”

“Remember your promise little florist.” Y/N warned.

She sighed.

“It’s not something anyone can fix so can we just drop it? Wants the point of bringing it up? You’re only gonna get mad at me.” She pointed at Y/N.

“Is it something worth getting mad about?” She tested.

“No, but you’ll think I’m stupid. Maybe I am.”

“Well then my opinion of you wouldn’t change.”

Y/N was very good about getting under people’s skin. Pushing them where she knew it hurt. Maggie frowned, plucking petals off a bouquet in front of her.

“Just promise you won’t yell , ok, scold me all you want but I really can’t handle that right now.”

I glanced to Y/N. I hardly ever raised my voice so I knew the question wasn’t pointed at me.

“Fine. Now tell us.”

“Have you guys heard of Scarecrow yet?”

“The new villain who recently popped up and terrorised the narrows. Yeah I’ve heard of him.” Y/N said nonchalantly.

“Well I’m was there at the time. It wasn’t his fault-“

“Stop trying to defend villains Maggie. You do realise we make a conscious choice to do what we do right? What is it Bob Ross says about Happy accidents?”

I just stood, listening intently. Glad Maggie would finally tell us what was wrong. Maybe she didn’t think we could help, but we always found a way. We protect our own.

“It wasn’t his fault!” She snapped.

I was taken aback. Maggie wasn’t one for yelling. She sighed, lowering her tone once more when Y/N raised a brow at him.

“He’s just a kid, and I don’t want either of you threatening him ok. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“You’re still not telling us.” I pointed out.

“My minds been frazzled ok. I’m falling apart at the seems and it’s not going away. So I’m doing the only thing I know how to do, pushing forward and pretending like it’s not happening.”

I frowned. Sure we would all be considered crazy by any of the citizens of Gotham. But from the perspective, Maggie was the most sane out of us. And to hear her sound this scared, broke my heart. As much as it could break.

“He used his fear gas on you didn’t he?” Y/N asked.

I would have to research this kid. Figure out what he was doing and how it effected the human body. Maybe there was a way to reverse it.

“When I went to get Oswald’s gift, he thought I was gonna hurt him. And according to him he gave me “too much” he offered to “fix” me but I don’t think I want that.”

“He has a solution to fix you and you said no?” I asked wearily.

That didn’t make any sense to me. But with the sleep deprivation, I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t thinking clearly.

“And what was his solution?” Y/N asked.

Before she sounded bored, but now she actually sounded concerned. Angry even.

“Give me more. Overwhelmed my system until the need for fear is obsolete.” Maggie said. “But you don’t understand, it was awful. It still is awful. I can’t do that.”

“Maggie, you’re stronger than you think. But I think you made the right call. Not about, not telling us, but about avoiding this. I’m sure Ed could come up with a different solution.” Y/N said rationally.

“Would it be so bad?” I asked.

Maggie scoffed.

“Of course you would at that Mr, I don’t have feelings. People need fear, I need fear.”

“And what are you so afraid of if you don’t?”

“Basil, I’ve already made incredibly morally incorrect choices since moving here. But I get it, that’s just how Gotham is. If I lose this, I’ll end up another nameless face in Arkham. If I don’t have fear to hold me back I-“

“You’ll lose control.” Y/N finished.

She reached into her bag, pulling out a cigarette. She offered one to Maggie and I, but we both declined.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I thought it would have wear off more by now, fade with time, but the nightmares won’t go away. Even when I’m awake.”

Y/N and I both knew it. Maggie had Great potential, but that was dangerous. If she got into the wrong hands, she could be the downfall of Gotham, instead of helping to uphold it. And from her past, she was easily manipulated. It’s why we kept her far far away from people like Jerome. People who were genuinely insane. Jerome could not run Gotham, he can’t even lead his gang of faceless goons.

“Then we make you not afraid of the nightmares. A new fear arises it, we squash it. Simple.”

But that wasn’t simple. I didn’t know everything about Humans but they weren’t simple creatures. My sister knew that. Maggie laughed.

“Sure. Why not. What have I got to lose at this point.”

“Only your sanity, but I think that’s overrated anyway my dear.”

Maggie rolled her eyes.

“Please you’re the most sane person in the mansion. Your the only one besides me who can talk some reason into Oswald.”

Y/N laughed something fierce. Placing her hand on Maggie shoulder.

“Maybe you should close for the day, we could go back home.” She offered.

“Why the hell not, no one is coming with in a mile of this place if they think you’re in the area.” Maggie joked.

It was nice to see them throwing little jabs at each other, getting along. Nice to see Maggie smiling even if it was only for a few seconds. Y/N waited out back for us, seemingly calling Tabitha me Butch with the limbo. And I followed her around the store, helping with little closing tasks.

“B could you move that big plant in front of the door?”

“Sure?”

“It’s to keep people out.”

“It’s a glass door Maggie they can just break and it come through.” I said bluntly.

She laughed, throwing her head back.

“Go on Basil, get your hand near the actually flower of the plant and tell me if you want to break into my store. Carry it it by the pot, always!”

Curiosity got the better of me and I stuck my hand out to the plant. Little tendrils reached out toward my warmer skin. Probably how this specific is of plant hunts, must be carnivorous. Similar to a Venus fly trap. I was hardly surprised, we had things like this on my planet. And Maggie had ordered from a new service now that Ivy had been struck down. I pulled my hand away as one of the tendrils swiftly cut a Knick on my palm. Maggie placed a hand on my back.

“Awww, he likes you. The delivery boy accidentally lost two fingers but I patched him up and gave him a $100 tip, I mean I did warn him.”

It was funny how casually she could say stuff like this now. She wasn’t nearly as shy and timid as when we first met nearly a year ago now. And she was nothing like the girl Y/N had first described to me. So scared and naive and seemingly innocent. But at the time I knew better, Oliver had mentioned Maggie had a hard life growing up.

“Like they were just gone, or did you put them in a little sandwich baggie to take to the hospital, to get put back on?” I joked.

“Basil Merlin Zor El, did you just crack a joke?”

Her smile was contagious now, seemingly having forgotten all about the heavy conversation we just had. It would have been much worse if Y/N had done this alone.

“I can’t be funny fuck you very much!”

“You still correct everyone’s grammar in the group chat even though people don’t talk like that.”

“Sorry I like my texts to be literate.”

“You mean your paragraphs?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Your impossible you know that?”

“Learned from the best! I mean you know how stubborn Ollie is, and don’t even get me started on Thea. Speaking of which, how’s that going?”

I had shot Y/N a quick text, telling her I wanted some time alone with Maggie first. She just texted back a coffee emoji, seemingly heading to her favourite shop. And just told us to meet her back at the house.

“How’s what going?” I asked, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

“You and Thea.”

She squinted her eyes slightly my way, as if she was testing me.

“Thea and I?”

“Are you correcting me or asking a question?” She laughed.

“Both.”

“Please, B I know you like to pretend you can’t fathom human emotions, but you do have them. You like her.”

“You’ve never seen us interact.”

“You know I still talk to her right? Of course, I didn’t know it was you until recently. But she would always text me about this cute boy who Oliver would call in for help. And tell me about how you got to work together on mission. Thank you, for protecting her by the way. I’m not educating pleased Oliver dragged her into his little Vigilante scheme. But she’s 18 now, she can do what she wants.”

“She’s texted you about me? She thinks I’m cute?”

This was news to me.

“On Oswald’s mother, how can you be both the most observant and oblivious person I know? You beat Jim in that department btw.”

“I beat Jim in every department.”

I scoffed. Going around and making sure all the lights were off, except for the lights in the back room that helped her plants to grow. I’d only helped out in the shop once before this, but I remembered all the steps.

“Jim’s a nightmare, that’s not exactly something to brag about.” She laughed.

“Yet you’re the one in love with him.”

She turned around, sending me a glare and I raised my arms in mock defeat.

“I am not ‘in love’ with him, we haven’t even talked since the tea party. Stop trying to turn this conversation back to me!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe if you didn’t make getting to know you like pulling teeth…”

She sighed heavily.

“I am sorry about that Basil, if it really bothers you I’ll try to remember to open up more. I’m better at taking care of others-“

“Than you are yourself. We know! How do you even find time in your day to do all the shit you do?” I asked.

“I just roll with the punches. Schedules are not my problem”

“To answer your question. I wasn’t aware there was anything going on between Thea and I. I can stop it right now if you want. I don’t really want to see Oliver after that stunt he pulled.”

“Oh, you mean humiliating me on my birthday, and then revealing he’s slept with Y/N in the past? That was a shit show wasn’t it? Let’s hope V and Your birthdays go much smoother. But no, I think it’s cute. Friends or anything else, I don’t mind at all Basil. You need people to talk to that aren’t in Gotham. Speaking of which, I was thinking maybe we could take a trip National city soon, maybe take V with us.”

“Why the sudden interest in National City?”

“Change of scenery, everything is chronically chaotic around here.”

“By change of scenery do you mean avoiding Jim?”

“I’m not avoid him Basil. He made his choice, or un-choice I guess. He still had feelings for Lee but she’s getting married. If he wants to figure his shit out, he can be my guest. But I’m not just gonna sit around and wait for him.”

“Good, you deserve better. I suppose I’m long overdue for a visit with Kara. But you know I hate staying long, she has a way of-“

“Prying the things out of you that you don’t want to say?” Maggie’s raised a brow at me.

I’d never really noticed the similarities between my sister and I. My cousin, Super-Man and I were nothing alike. He was that friendly neighbourhood macho man, with a soft spot for damsels in distress. I believe he was still with that Lois girl, I didn’t care much for her. But I didn’t care much for my cousin either.

But my sister. She was fine. I loved her like any brother loves his flesh and blood I suppose. But personality wise we were so different. She was soft and bubbly, and always laughing. He had a contagious personality that made her the life of the party. But she also had a strong sense of justice, that I simply did not inherit. If she had any idea what I was doing here in Gotham, she would lose her mind. Training with a skilled assassin and running mob hits to protect Oswald’s claim to his “throne.”

“Earth to the Kryptonian?” Maggie snapped her fingers in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I’m going to be transparent-“

“Please don’t let me stop you.” I laughed.

Maggie rolled her eyes.

“Alex has been asking me to come visit again.”

It took two seconds to pick up what she was insinuating. And I groaned.

“Magnolia blossom, please tell me you didn’t have sex with my adopted sister!” I teased.

I wasn’t really mad about it, anyone would be better than Jim. And Alex was alright, she was more willing to do harm than Kara. Which made her more level headed in my book. Alex was loyal to the mission, Kara was loyal to her heart. Maggie cringed, offering me a half cocked smile.

“When did you even have time for that? We weren’t even in town a full 24 hours!” I was more than amused at this point.

Studying Maggie was my favourite hobby. There were so many sides to her I didn’t understand, but I wanted too. Just like I wanted to understand Y/N and Thea, and V. These women were fascinating. Surviving in the most inopportune conditions, and almost always coming out on top. When so many women like Miss Mooney, Miss Falcone and Miss Pepper have fallen. Becoming history with the town, however important their memories may be. Gotham had a rich history, and the “hero’s” weren’t part of that.

For every Jim Gordon, you had five or more of us. You wound up with cops like Harvey, willing to turn the other way, wether for their benefit or the greater good. Forming alliances with the enemy just to survive another day. Some may consider him a Coward, but he’s a hell of a lot smarter than his younger counterpart. I wonder if that’s how Maggie was when she first got here. Bright eyed and ready to make a difference. On her, I might not hate it much, her similarities to Kara make it palletable, but on Jim it was vomitous. He too would fall to this City one day, and I wasn’t going to let him drag Maggie down with him.

“The reception-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there Maggie, sometimes I swear you’re worse than Y/N and Victor. The reception was three hours.”

“It wasn’t even my fault, Alex is, you know what, you don’t wanna know that. She initiated, that is my point.”

I let out a huff through my nose, shaking my head.

Maggie crossed her arms over her chest and pouted like a child. I observed her for a second longer, and noticed her tense her muscles in a slight tick. Was one of her nightmares starting to sink in? It was only midday, it must be as bad as she says it is. I moved the conversation along, suggesting maybe we get coffee as well. Wondering if the stimulation would drive the hallucinations away or make them worse. I was prepared for either outcome, we’d be home soon.

“If you really don’t want me to hang out with Alex, I won’t. I don’t even think it will be like that, I think it’s just nice to be around someone outside of your usual circle. She’s been going through a lot recently and, well you know how Kara is. Her solution to every problem is all peaches and rainbows, and Alex isn’t that kind of girl. Not all the time at least.”

“It sounds like you two have been really talking.”

“We have, it’s been nice. I’m sorry I kept it from you, I was just worried you’d be upset with me. I know I don’t have the cleanest reputation, but I am attempting to grow up.”

I have no idea what compelled me to verbalise this thought in the moment, but an intrusive thought slipped past my lips. A tell of my age I suppose, at least how the humans viewed it.

“Killing two people will do that to a person.”

Her eyes widened as she sipped her coffee, and she stopped her footfalls, almost choking. My smirk was quick to disappear.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Victor, pour l'amour de dieu et des anges!”

Her accent was smoother when she spoke French, much like Y/N. In fact, I’d wager both women sound far more dangerous when they speak it. But there was a major difference in how they both used it. Y/N stops speaking English when she’s angry, the words rolling off her tongue with vitriol and bite. She speaks like a queen who has been wronged by her subjects.

Maggie however, was more sporadic. I suppose it was any time of more intense or sudden emotions. The few times she’s needed to comfort little V, she spoke it to sooth her. She’d use it for exclamations of joy, love or surprise. Or mumble it under her breath when she was angry. But never loud or threatening in a shout like Y/N. Another one of my favourite differences between the two women.

“Why are you being so… human today? Did my favourite little kyrptonian grow a heart?” She teased.

Ah, another trait she’d gained from Y/N in the eternal nature Vs nurture debate.

“You’ve been floating in and out of analytical daydreams all afternoon.” She pressed.

It was infuriating how she could demand information from me, but I had to corner her to get her to talk. But these were the roles we played, willingly or not.

“Perhaps I have been around little V too long.” I answered plainly.

“Awww, Little B and Little V bonding.” She ran a hand through my hair, messing it up “that warms my big sister heart.” She grinned.

“Maybe you should be in Arkham, I think you’ve actually lost it.” I teased back.

One on one time with Maggie and I was rare. I didn’t want to risk ruining it, by bringing down the playful aura. I pushed the front door open, letting her walk inside first as always. If my Earth father and mother taught me anything, it was how to be the perfect gentlemen. Only few people got that persona earnestly.

Maggie’s POV:

I don’t know what I was so worried about earlier. Basil was an enigma but he’d never been cold to me before. He pretended to be more mature for, well I don’t know whose sake. But he had his childish moments just like the rest of us.

Today has gone much worse in my head. Probably made more vivid by the constant fear and random spikes of adrenaline. But I could handle it, I had to handle it. There were people who depending on me now. No matter how unsettling their purposes for me were. Gotham had that effect on people. Assigning roles that you just had to roll over too. Everyone played their part.

I followed Y/N voice to the living room, ready to hear whatever plan she’d come up with. I was sure it would be long and awful, but what needs to be done, needs to be done. The sooner we got this over with, the sooner like could go back to normal. As normal as like could be in Gotham. Basil was hot on my tail, so much so he nearly ran into me when I slammed on my heels. As I rounded the corner, my heart stopped.

“Oh, Children! Come say hi to a new friend.”

Y/N voice may have been light and cheery on the surface. As it always was when she was playing good little house host. But that wasn’t a request. Basil stepped to my side to get a better look at the man sat a crossed from her on the couch. Before anyone could get a word out, our guest turned to greet me.

“What’s wrong child, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” He smirked wickedly.

“Deathstroke” Basil’s voice came from lowly beside me.

I was sure he figured it out already. Basil was a smart boy with a nasty habit of stalking his interests. He probably knew more about me than even Victor or Y/N. And he’d had intimate access to my old home for months before anyone knew. Oliver was hell bent on killing this bastard, and it was never in my plans to stop him. This was going to be a disaster, no good things ever happened when Slade Wilson surfaced from his little island.

“Hello Father.” I spat coldly.

An: and cliffhanger! Now we finally know who Maggie’s real father is. The Queen Family is an odd breed. Oliver being the only true Queen, whilst Thea is a Merlyn, and Maggie is a Wilson. She’s been a lot of things in her life, A Maddox when she got adopted then her family decided she was too much trouble. Some would have considered her a Mathias under Dollmakers rule, but that’s what she got the monicker Blossom. Then she became and honours Zsasz, but she will never consider herself a Wilson! She has too much pride for that. It’s clear blood relations do not matter to her.