#slavexxfranco

[mistressxgrace]

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Franco couldn’t believe he was back. He had been here before and it somehow felt different this time. He’d quickly put his things away and headed straight back out, hoping to bump into people and make fast friends. He nodded to a few familiar faces and then he smiled wide, “It’s a great island isn’t it” he said with a smile as he practically bounced, vest top already removed and tucked into his back pocket, “I’m Franco Del Rio” he smiled to the nearest person as he put his camera around his neck, “And you are beautiful, mind if I grab a snapshot?”

Grace paused at the question. It was not as if she had not heard such a thing before, far from it in fact. But the voice was..vaguely familiar. Raven brows arched, she turned on the heel of vintage Chanel pump and faced the speaker. Not a bad face at that, and yes, slightly familiar. But for the life of her she could not put a name to it. “But of course darling, please do” A sweet, winning smile curved her lips then, as she tilted her chin at the perfect angle. “Forgive me, but have we met previously? And no..that is not a pickup line. I am far more creative that than” Grace chuckled lowly, after the photo had been taken.

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[dhanilyman]

The Arrival | Dhani & Franco

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Franco couldn’t believe he was actually here and he’d arrived just at the right time. Spring break so plenty of chance to meet new people which, in that very moment, he really needed. He was out in the quad and he was looking for somewhere to get an iced coffee but he had no clue where he was going and he felt confused as he looked around the buildings. He’d managed to be allowed to wear his short style speedo’s as he hadn’t brought any others with him and he didn’t mind showing of his perfectly toned and tanned torso.

After walking for what felt like hours he stopped and approached someone, “Hey, don’t suppose you know where I could get an iced coffee do you?” he asked, holding his head a little higher to show the collar and his status in the school.

“Ooh. A man after my own heart,” Dhani grinned, looking up from his book, lounging on the lawn of the courtyard. He didn’t recognize the other slave, putting his bookmark in his book and shoving it in his bag. He moved the bag onto his shoulder and stood up, sticking his hand out to shake Franco’s hand. He was dressed in the temporary uniform of the school, though luckily they could still wear whatever designs they liked. Being a competitive swimmer in high school he was very comfortable in a speedo, and was wearing a particularly psychedelic pattern with black and white daisies.

“I’m Dhani. Southern Moon is the local bakery and they serve a great ice coffee. I mean, we have a Starbucks, too, but support local business and all, right?”

[daisyxlynch]

Portfolio Order || Daisy&Franco

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Franco was back at the beach and hoping he would not run into the two people he’d ran into the night before. He knew one of them was Paris and from a little look through his phone, the other had to have been Selene. He had not enjoyed their company but he knew it was part of wearing a collar.

Today, he’d come down to the beach to organise his portfolio and take a couple of snaps he might be able to add to it and taken a few snaps had gone perfectly. His photos were loose and he had some glue in his backpack to stick them in, the folder clutched in his arms as he walked to find a good spot where he could relax.

What Franco wasn’t counting on was tripping, once again, this time over thin air and hitting the deck, the book falling underneath him and accidentally taking a bite from his lip. He groaned as he rolled onto his back and looked at the sand covered photos laying next to him. He dabbed at his slightly swollen lip, “I swear, you know how to walk” he told himself, unaware that someone was close by.

As promised, Daisy was ready to spend the afternoon at the beach with her new roommate, hoping to get to know Franco a little better. He had seemed super sweet over texts, so she had no doubt that they were going to be very good friends. She had gotten in as late the night before as she’d warned him she likely would, and exhausted from being on her feet and fed from at work, had slept right through breakfast. And nearly lunch as well. So Franco was no where to be found when she opened her eyes at last. Stretching lazily, she finally got out of bed and showered, then stopped at the bakery for some cookies and sandwiches before texting him and letting him know she was headed for the beach.

The witch neared the area just in time to see a dark-haired male trip and fall, scattering whatever he had been holding. “Oh gosh! Are you okay?” Daisy cried, rushing forward. After setting the bakery bag carefully on the ground, she began to help gather the fallen pages. “No you’re not, are you? You’re bleeding..” She murmured, lightly touching the man’s chin.

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[watfletcher]

home sweet tropical home | Wat + open

Well, he was back on the Island. He hoped whomever was disappointed that he’d left was just disappointed and not... angry. He had quite a few people he was regretting having left, of course. Quite a few. He imagine Raziel and Grace would give him a stern talking to... He imagined, and maybe hoped Wade and Hennessy would make him beg for forgiveness. Perhaps some sexual favors for being such a flake. Lily, Daisy, Dhani, Andy, Juniper and Angelonia he’d shower with flowers in apology, if they let him. 

Wat looked around, behind mirror aviator sunglasses, stepping out onto the dock and breathing in the sea air. It really was a beautiful place with absolutely beautiful people. But Wat so was busy chasing his past he didn’t think about the future he could have had here. He spent nearly six months looking for and researching and getting close to someone he had built up, some idea that his past rested on the shoulders of some young man who ended up not related to him at all...

The poor woman he’d killed in his rage...

He was glad to be back here. Even if he had to win all the friends he’d made the first time around all over again.

“Home sweet tropical home...”

[mistressxgrace]

Careful Planning | Grace&Franco

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Franco didn’t even know where he was or if he was meant to be here but he looked at the girl and he smiled to her, “Second opinion? Afraid I won’t be much use to you there cause I barely know how to get back to the institute let alone help with a second opinion”.

Grace looked up at the male curiously, dark eyes sweeping from the tips of his shoes to the topmost hair on his head. A new slave, obviously. “How do you know, when you are unaware of what I am even asking for a second opinion on?” She pointed out, with a teasing smile. “Perhaps we can strike a compromise, hmm? Your thoughts, for a tour of the island?”

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