#starr fic

Flambert fic be upon ye

So i turned this into an actual fic now -

Robert Robertson's voice got me feeling things and well. I wasn't just not gonna make Flambae go thru it too. Also just, needed me some silliness and hatesex-to-love pipeline.

Robert is genuine, and kind, and oh-so-fucking-trusting.

And here Visi is, having wet dreams about Blonde fucking Blazer.

The guilt is so sharp it hurts to breathe, suddenly, so she doesn’t. Visi curls into a little ball and holds her breath, feels her body flicker out of existence, the cool ripple of invisibility washing over her skin, and feels… not relieved. But better. Easier to exist when she half-doesn’t.

It’s not the first time she’s had a dream like this. It won’t be the last. Visi fucking knows herself well enough to be sure of that. Her pointless obsession with the golden poster girl of corporate superheroism started well before Robert Robertson was even in the picture.

*** OR ***

Visi and Robert are dating. Both of them are in love with someone else.

He laughs.

It’s not a sharp sound – it’s friendly enough, almost warm. A rich, rolling laugh, smoky and sweet.

“Ah, of course, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself.” He pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room languidly, with a grace like a big cat, and it makes Sil’s stomach twist painfully. He stops at the foot of the table, spreading his arms, and does a little half-bow, eyes gleaming. “Darius Rosarios, at your service.”

*** OR ***

In another universe, Danny doesn't take a gun the night he kills his father. He probably should have. This is more fun for me, though.

My first time posting an OC fic on main askfkskkfsj. I'm so sick of them living rent free in my head and this fic has been making me deeply insane for a long time, so. Behold. My angsty messy mafia toxic yaoi idiots who are totally not inextricably entangled in increasingly horrible ways i prommy haha.

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