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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years

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The Enemy Of My Enemy Is My Friend

Rating: Teen and up, just for some allusions and a bit of (quite mild) language. Better safe than sorry.

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales/You

Summary: You're dating Frankie and your cat hates him. Because cats are wonderful assholes.

"I know, baby, I know. Everything stinks and is unfair."

Frankie smiles faintly to himself when he hears your voice from the bathroom, where you are are trying to medicate your very uncooperative cat Karl, who has an ear infection and has to be given eardrops twice a day. The gray-striped tomcat disagrees to this torture loudly, and Frankie is happy about not having to be the one to administer the drops. Then again, he doesn't need to have anything to do with the cat: every since you two started dating and he started coming around to your place, the cat has clearly showed that Frankie is an intruder. He pissed in Frankie's shoes the first night he stayed over, and more than once has Frankie woken up in your bed to find Karl, in the form of an dark, disapproving loaf, on top of you, staring him down in the dark.

"He's been the only man in my life for quite a while," you defended the beast when Frankie finally dared to complain. "He's very protective of me. Give him some time."

Frankie likes cats fine, isn't much used to being around them, but doesn't mind them. He likes the idea of having a purring cat in his lap while watching TV at night. Karl, however, is not living up to his fantasy of what a cat should be like.

The bathroom door opens and Karl slinks out, fast as lightning, disappearing somewhere to pout about the unjust treatment he's been put through. You come into the bedroom and Frankie sits up in bed, holding out his hand. You take it, sliding down next to him, and accept his sweet morning kiss. When he backs away, he spots the red scratch at your collarbones.

"Did the cat do that?" Carefully, he trails the scratch, and you recoil, frowning at the sting. It's not deep enough to bleed, but it does smart. "Sorry," he murmurs and drops his hand to your knee.

"It's not out first rodeo," you shrug. "How would you like it if I held you down and poured liquid into your aching ear?"

"I wouldn't hurt you, that's for sure," Frankie tells you with determination. "That cat is an asshole."

"Careful there. That cat was here way before you." You close your eyes and sigh softly as his hand slides up your thigh and his lips graze your shoulder.

"There's a lot of things I can do for you that the cat can't..." he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear, before applying a little bit of teeth to your earlobe. A shudder runs through you at the light scratch of his facial hair.

"Mmm... but he doesn't make me late for work as often as you do," you chide him, fluttering your eyes open and smiling at him. "I gotta be at work on time today, baby. Early meeting."

Frankie scoffs, disgruntled, and you give him a quick peck on the cheek before getting up. "I know, but it can't be helped. You want coffee?"

"Not what I wanted at all..." Frankie grumbles, and it makes you roll your eyes and throw him a kiss before leaving.

Frankie lays back, yawning loudly and passing his hands through his unruly head of hair, scratching a little and then stretching his arms to the sides, popping joints complaining. His right arm stays where it is, over your side of the bed, and although it's been a while since you got up, he imagines that he can feel the lingering warmth of your body on the sheets. He hears you talk as you serve that dang cat its breakfast, and it doesn't matter that the cat clearly hates him, he accepts Karl because you love Karl. He likes listening to you talk to the jealous little thing, fussing over it. It feels homey.

He flinches when the cat suddenly springs up onto the bed, close to his outstretched arm. Frankie pulls in his arm immadiately, watching Karl closely. Yellow eyes stare back at him, assessing.

"Hello, Karl," Frankie says carefully, expecting the cat to retreat, or hiss, or maybe throw up right in front of him.

Karl blinks slowly. Then, equally slowly, walks across the bed to Frankie, stops right next to him, looks at him again, and flops down against his side. Frankie stiffens, not sure what to do. What does that creature want?

"Okay. Umm..."

Karl is very meticulously looking away, like he doesn't want to acknowledge Frankie's existence at all. His eyes are wide open, staring stubbornly in another direction, with the feline equivalence of a person who has to do something really gross but necessary, like clean up after a kid's explosive diarrhea. And Frankie, quite obviously, is both the kid and the diarrhea.

Carefully, Frankie puts his hand over Karl's neck and passes it slowly over his back, stopping where the tail starts. Nothing happens, so he tries again. And again. Karl's expression of disgust doesn't change, but he closes his eyes.

Well, shit.

Frankie pets the cat in silence, although he wants to call to you and have you come look at the miracle. He has a feeling the cat wouldn't take to bragging like that. Better to just pretend like this is normal, nothing out of the ordinary, move along, nothing to see here...

He hears you walk around the apartment, mumbling to yourself, before you come into the bedroom.

"He's mad enough not to want breakf- "

You come to a full stop when you see what's going on. Frankie can't help but crack a large grin.

"Oh my god," you say. "He's really pissed at me!"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

You laugh, and come to sit down next to the two guys in your life.

"Are you this upset with me, you silly boy?" you coo at Karl, who opens his eyes and looks disapprovingly at you. "Come on now, come have breakfast."

Karl slowly comes to his feet, curls his spine up towards the ceiling, and then gets up on Frankie's belly. Very demonstratively, he turns his back on you and settles. You're baffled, and quite amused as well.

"Asshole cat."

"Hey, don't be like that, he's an old gent who deserves some respect!" Frankie admonishes you. Rolling your eyes, you mutter a whatever and get out of bed.

"Coffee's ready."

"We'll be there when we're good and ready," Frankie lets you know. Karl starts to purr.

"Men," you scoff and leave them for your breakfast. Frankie pets Karl, who cracks open an eye to gaze inscrutably at him.

"Us guys gotta stick together, right?" Frankie could swear the cat smiles at him as the one yellow eye shuts close anew. "But we gotta treat her well, too. You know that, right? Right? Good man. You wanna get breakfast? I sure do."

Karl opens his eyes again at the sound of the word breakfast and when Frankie flexes his abs, Karl jumps down and waits for him to get out of bed.

#my fic #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales x you #honestly this could've worked with any pp character #but i got frankie on my mind

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Alright I’m feeling a tad violent so lets do this--

I am SO mad that there are people who love Damon but can’t find it in themselves to give even an inkling of that love to Kol— I am all about the freedom to choose the characters you love and the characters you don’t but, like, this isn’t even about love at this point it’s about respect??

When I say ‘love a character’, I mean giving them respect

The vast amount of respect this fandom gives Damon and the vast lack given to Kol is astronomically uneven— The double standards are absolutely WILD

And I’ve ranted so many times about not adding hate to a fandom so that’s not what this post is going to be— I will not add any fuel to the Damon fire because although he is problematic so are so many other characters that I love— but I will be pointing out a few things about Kol that make me violently angry

First off I want to talk about the similar anger between Damon and Kol

They’re both in situations where they resent what they are— and they handle it in rather similar ways, lashing out with violence— but garner different reactions from people

and what makes me mad is that Damon is 150-200 years old ish (I can’t quite remember) and Kol is 1000+ and yet for some reason Damon’s anger is more justified???

Don’t forget that Kol was tricked into becoming a vampire too— he didn’t have a choice— and then immediately after him and his family were turned their dad turned around and was like “shit I didn’t mean to do that my bad” and TRIED TO KILL THEM ALL FOR THE NEXT 1000 YEARS

let’s also not forget that Kol was the only one of his immediate siblings— Freya not included for obvious reasons— who could harness his magic and loved magic?? And that when he became a vampire he lost his magic which, again, was his identity— which as teenagers and adults we can recognise is hard enough to uncover as is

and so here Kol is, probably somewhere between 18-20 years old, now with everything he had / was striped away from him, dealing with mood swings he doesn’t understand as well as his own natural puberty mood swings, on the run from parents trying to KILL HIM, terrified and sad and pissed off

and yeah he starts to act out a little because what the fuck else are you supposed to do when you have no identity, are a fugitive at no fault of your own, and are experiences inhuman emotions that make no sense

Kol lost EVERYTHING— all of them did but he especially did— and so reasonably he turns to anger and violence

and OH LOOK HIS BROTHERS ALL OF A SUDDEN START DAGGERING HIM

So now— on top of the above issues— his brother’s and sister form an unholy alliance and don’t include him and decide the best way to deal with the issue is to shove a knife in his chest and let him sit for a few decades every ten or so years

do you know how fucking terrifying that must be? Does it get better? Dying? He can never truly die— a form of punishment in and of itself— but he must feel like he’s dying every god damn time and I don’t honestly believe that it gets better the more you do it

and Finn mentions in The Originals that when you get daggered you’re not just asleep— you gain that consciousness back and are able to hear the things around you slightly and can understand that people did this to you and are scared, confined, angry, sad, etc.

so now he’s in a box for decades, sitting on the betrayal and anger and saddness and fear that he has NO opportunity to confront— not once did anyone sit their younger brother down and say ‘hey, are you okay?’

it’s all just simmering and building and he’s so angry all he can do is see red and he feels like no one fucking loves him (at least Stef fucking loves Damon, Kol’s brothers pretty much hate him) and it’s all just pointless to him now because he has NOTHING

AND THEN EVERYONE HAS THE AUDACITY TO WONDER WHY WHEN HE’S RELEASED FROM HIS BOX THAT HE CAUSES SO MANY PROBLEMS???? ARE YOU SERIOUS???

Kol was treated like absolute shit from the get go, he was turned at a vital age in development, when you’re supposed to be finding your purpose, had his magic— the one thing he truly loved— stripped away from him, had his family turn on him because they couldn’t handle the mood swings and emotions that came from the loss and his age, had all these things riding against him and people have the raw audacity to even suggest it can’t be justified? Pathetic

let’s not also forget that Kol didn’t even get a chance to learn social norms each time before he got redaggered— how scary it must be to be reintroduced to a new fucking society every seventy years and then not even get a proper chance to learn about it

he had all chances of becoming a well adjusted person ripped away by his family and then HE GETS BLAMED FOR NOT BEING SOCIALIZED PROPERLY WHAT THE FUCK

it’s the lines from season three of The Originals that hit hard—

“Oh, you're angry are you? Well join the party! I've been here 1,000 years. I was building that dagger to protect myself against you, Nik. I'm not the bad guy in this chapter of our family's story. I'm the wronged, I'm the dead, but never mourned. And whilst you got everythng you ever wanted, I got a family who didn't care if I lived or if I died.”

And even here— when he FINALLY confronts his family— he gets brushed aside and FOR WHAT???

FOR WHAT

Because none of us can take the fucking TRUTH?

They all have the raw audacity to act like they’re so much better than him and they fucking aren’t

what’s even worse is that Kol kept trying to find his magic and study and learn. This man didn’t ONLY choose violence, he fucking tried to do his magic and surround himself with people like him and everytime he got even an inkling of happiness from it he had it ripped away by his fucking family

you can’t even try to say that he didn’t try to find happiness— he tried everytime

yeah, murder is fucking back, okay, but this man has been CRUSHED by the people who were supposed to love him and I think the anger is reasonable

and so now you’re going to tell me that Damon— whose family— whose BROTHER— didn’t actively seek to kill him— has more rights then Kol?

Stefan LOVED Damon— he would have NEVER done what Klaus and Elijah fucking did— and yet you’re going to even suggest that it’s the same??

That his violence is justified and Kol’s isn’t???

Okay ew, just ew

that’s PATHETIC

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

#wow I didn't know that was building up so much lmao #Kol mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #to #tvd #dizzy rants #dizzy is so pissed

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