f*ck off.

She was the one that was treating him badly for no reason and he was the one being called an asshole. He supposed one couldn’t always be lucky, his last watchers were nice, sooner or later he would end up with one not so nice. He was trained since he was practically born to deal with people like that, it was why her words and insults didn’t get to him, when you spend your life reading people making up lies about you all over the internet, you learn how to stop caring what others say, his close friends knew how he was and that’s what mattered. “I didn’t even think about asking you for anything, I’m pretty sure I want distance from you as much as you do from me, so we’re on the same page,” he also didn’t need to ask her for things, as he had pirates’ friends that he could ask and they would do this favor for him. “And a shoot on my foot, won’t make me go cry for my mother, that would just be one more scar for my collection,” he also was positive that it didn’t hurt more than being electrocuted and whipped.

Thana’s hawk eyes narrowed on him sharply, eyes daggers as she reluctantly listened to his words. The blond never trusted royals, in truth she didn’t trust them as far as she could through them. As far as she was concerned they could all go to hell. In her eyes they were a bunch of self righteous pretentious assholes. To say Thana alot of issues with royals was an understatement, but particularly with the American royals that stirring her mind away from the possibility that even one royal could be decent; well it wasn’t in the question. “Fucking good.” The blonde grumbled her lips pursed. “I can do a lot fucking worse than shoot you, so don’t test me. You’re pissing me off, get out of here and don’t bother me again.”

Waverly shrugged her shoulders in return before smirking softly. “Yeah, I guess that’s what I signed up for when I joined the ship.” She replied, leaning against the other slightly for a moment. “I really think you should let me dress you up. It would be a great and super cheap birthday present you know.” The blonde teased as she looked the other over. The blunt response was enough of an answer for Waverly to recognize that no matter how much Thana believed she was or close to being over it, she wasn’t there yet. “He’s like my brother and I haven’t seen him in a long time. I’m going to be bringing up a lot of shit. You just might be in the conversation as well. Who knows? It doesn’t really matter if you’re over it anyways.”

“Oh fuck off don’t get all sappy on me now.” Thana grumbled as she shoved the other, but there was a small smile edged onto the edge of her features. “And I really think you need to keep that frilly shit away from me or you’ll wake up with it all burnt or in the fucking sea. Got it?” Though there was a teasing smirk laced onto the edge of her features as she looked over at the other. She wouldn’t but it was tempting. It was no doubt that the topic or well person, still brought a slightly bitter and defensive side out of the blonde. Well more so than she normally was. Her jaw only tightened slightly at the blonde’s last words. She was right, why did it matter? It shouldn’t matter what the hell they said to each other. So then why was it making her feel so uneasy? “Just keep me out of it.” She muttered with a grumble, a scowl on her features as she shook her head once. 

“I’m mostly taking the piss, but I always like a challenge and I thought I was gonna have a bloody aneurysm trying to get you into bed,” He replied easily, a thread of teasing in his tone. He was perpetually amused by how surly Thana was on her best days, and he found a sort of comfort in the reliability of her attitude— it had never offended him, and he found her to be good company even when she seemed to want nothing to do with anyone in the world. He could respect that, and knew when he should stay away or when to cut their visits short; he had a certain amount of energy to give any given person he spent time with, with few exceptions, and he was perfectly willing to respect any boundaries his friend had in terms of the time they spent together. “Just eat, you feckin’ shithead,” He drawled, a playful sternness in the comment before he flopped down on the couch beside her and set to eating his own breakfast with a cheerful hum. “You gonna pull through alright, or should I prepare you a bucket to get you through the rest of the morning?” He asked after a moment, a teasing quirk of his lips the only sign that he was even partially kidding.

An almost smug expression edged onto her features at his words. Even if he was teasing, there was a slight pride that even when she was out of her mind drunk, she was still as stubborn and hard minded as when sober. Granted Thana didn’t have a particular fondness for most people, well any people and it was a rarity she even called someone a friend. Even if by definition they were exactly that. Attachment was never something that she was comfortable with. But she had to admit, there was always an amusement that came with his company, that much was undeniable. He pissed her off less than most, which deserved a medal in itself. There was an undeniable smirk that tugged onto the edge of her features as he called her a shithead, to which she scoffed and said: “Asshole.” Though her tone was light and teasing as she settled into the couch. “Oh shut the fuck up.” She muttered with a roll of her eyes and shake of her head, shoving his shoulder before taking another bite. “Give me some fucking credit, honestly. You think this is bad you haven’t seen nothing.” Thana stated more of a matter of fact. She could handle her liquor well, that she prided herself on. This was a almost normal morning for her, if he’d seen her back in New York- hell the two weren’t even close. “Did you stay here all night?” 

Zyra let out a moan as Thana kissed intensified. God damn it this was probably going to be an issue tomorrow but she couldn’t find it in her to care in that moment. In that moment the only thing that Zyra was focused on was the other woman tongue in her mouth. The feel of her hands on the curve of her hips as she felt the cool wall on her back. Zyra’s own hands getting lost in the mess of blond curls, as she pressed her breast against Thana.

She wanted more, nothing was giving her the satisfactions that she so desperately wanted. The her clothes were to tight, and currently covering her swollen nipples that wasn’t to be teased and played with. The heat that pooled at her center, behind the long skirt of her dress, a dull ache between her legs. Begging for some kind of release from the that was quickly building pressure. Whinning in protest when she felt, thana pull away from just to sigh in relief once she felt her arms around her once more as their skin grazed against each other. Pulling Thana against her body again, satisfied for the moment.

“Fuck,” the breathy expletive passed through her swollen lips as she felt Thana’s tongue on her neck. Her open mouth kissing seemingly leaving a trail of heat against Zyra’s already heated skin. She hardly had time to register the other woman speaking to her, lost in the feel of her. in that moment she could have told her to do anything and she would have agreed no questions asked. “Can we just bring the bottle, skip the house tour and go straight to the bedroom tour instead?” she chuckled pecking lightly on thana’s cheek and jaw.

An undeniable smirk tugged onto the blonde’s features at the others words. In truth she was relieved that they were on the same page, both willing to get lost in a moment and to hell with whatever the consequences came tomorrow. Right now, all that Thana could think was that they were both still wearing too many clothes for this. She pressed her lips against Zyra’s again, craving the feeling again just for a brief moment. It was lighter than the more passionate kisses moments prior, it still had the pit of her stomach warming.  “Good..” She uttered her lips barely inches from hers as her eyes flickered over her features before she added: “Because that was the only room I was going to show you.” The blonde admitted shameless, nipping at her lower lip lightly before she was all be it very reluctantly detaching herself from the other.

But she didn’t go far, she was slipping her hand into hers to pull her along with her as she moved into the kitchen to grab them a bottle of scotch to bring with them. There wasn’t a chance she was letting her get too far away, especially when the feeling of her body pressed against hers was setting her skin alight. With one hand gripping the bottle, Thana’s other hand detached from her fingers only to slip around Zyra’s waist. Pulling her to her side as she lead them down the hallway. Granted it wasn’t far, but it felt like they couldn’t get there fast enough. With the new desire that had ignited between them, her mind was focused on one thing and that was the beautiful brunette tugged at her side.

Flynn’s breathing came out ragged the more she shimmied her hips against his growing erection. His lips searched for hers with the sort of predatorial hunger that was expected from how they often acted around one another, and being the prey was something flexible between them every now and then. He was watching her undress and the way he looked at her was almost reverent. He moved a hand to brush her hair from her shoulder, letting it glide down to the flimsy fabric of her bra, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The smile on his face became wolfish as he admired her. It was undeniable that Thana’s outfit had as much personality as the pirate herself, but those fishnets were getting in the way, and he would just have to ruin them, was the thought running through his head. Flynn pulled away from the woman and soon pulled the shirt he wore up his torso, letting it fall down and pool by his feet much like Thana had done. He craved the contact with her skin, so, he couldn’t keep away. As he moved closer, he bent his knees, leaning towards her. His palm roamed between her thighs, moving up before his fingers looped into one of the holes. Another hand joined in without further ado, and he was pulling it apart, enjoying the sound of thread ripping. It seemed like their style. Rare were the occasions when their clothing ended up intact anyway. Still, that did not mean she was any less aggravated about the articles she lost in the process. Control was never something big between the two of them. Had it been, they might not have found themselves in this sort of situation, to begin with. But, it was all in the name of some good fun. None of them needed it to be any more than that. And while he worked on further igniting her fire, her hand also found his straining cock inside his boxers. “Fuck,” he hissed, forcing himself to swallow hard. She could be the bitter hag she claimed to be, though Flynn could not lie she had some magic fingers. Prying her legs with his knee, his fingers traveled gingerly up her leg until they found the equally flimsy fabric of her underwear. If he had to take a wild guess or a hunch, he would assume what she wore would match the red bra she’d unveiled just moments ago. Digits moved through wetting folds, trailing up and down with a bit of roughness as her own touches of his body seemed to gain intensity. Flynn’s finger motioned in sync with the rhythm she was imposing, and he was forced to inhale sharply as he grew increasingly more sensitive. Freeing one hand, he searched for Thana’s, guiding it through the waistband of dark boxers where she could finally touch the skin that craved for her attention. A shiver unfurled down his spine causing him to groan once more. Hips thrust into her palm and the navigator pushed the gusset of her panties to a side, fully meeting her heated core.

“Is he in love with me though?” Waverly replied quietly with a small shrug of her shoulders. The blonde rolled her eyes at the other. “Well I don’t need you to be bothered anymore than you already are alright?” She replied with a small smirk. “You could rock it. When you change your mind, let me know.” The boatswain remarked as she raised her eyebrows at the other. “Have you pulled off turning it off yet Than?” Waverly questioned, looking at the other pirate. “And I can say what I want. You know how important he is to me. And you’re important to me too. This crew is my family and I’m not just going to sit around while you’re at each other’s throats all day long.”

“You can see it.” She stated simply with a single shrug of her shoulder. “Yeh well tough shit, you’re stuck with me.” It was a fact, the blonde was incredible stubborn and loyal when it came to her friends. Whether Waverly like it or not, she’d be there to help whenever she needed it. “Yeh fucking right, fat chance of that.” The blonde scoffed with a roll of her eyes. Pastels were the furthest you could get from what Thana typically wore and she wasn’t about to start now. Though her smile dimmed into a placid- almost hard expression at her question. Had she managed to turn her feelings off? Yes. Atleast that’s what she told herself. Because letting herself think anything else- feel anything else- it just wasn’t an option. The pirate clenched her jaw tightly, averting her eyes away from Waverly. “It’s been two years, I’m over it.” The blonde spoke bluntly, but her words were probably a little too sharp for it to be fully believable. “Like you bringing up past shit is really going to help? I told you. There isn’t anything to fucking say.”

“I fucking hate hospitals.. your sure we can’t just-.. steal some bandages and make a run for it?”

"Does nobody work in this goddamn place?”

“Hey- look at me, I’m alright. It’s just a scratch. So can you shut up already? Just come here and sit your ass back down. The quicker we’re outta this place the better.” @firsteros

🔗 saying it while holding or pinning my muse

“Shit what the hell-” Thana hissed as he pinned her up against the wall, rolling her eyes lightly. Her hawk like eyes narrowing at him in a scorn. Asshole. Though after a moment or so there was an undeniable small smirk tugging at the corners of her features as she tried to pull her hands away and they wouldn’t budge. She could play along. Pushing her body forward against his, the blonde leaned closer to him before her teeth caught his bottom lip. An almost challenge as she uttered: “Is this what you fucking wanted?” @flynn-sawyer