#Felix has terrible luck

[knifedancer]

Dancing In The Rain

Prompt: Rain In which Felix learns that Paris at night is much more beautiful when he dances in the rain…with Marinette.

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It was a rainy Saturday in Paris, the city of love and magic, of superheroes and villains… One would expect to be charmed by a gentle sprinkle on such a lazy day! However, standing under the sopping café umbrella that threatened to snap shut under the weight of the current downpour, we find a boy who feels the polar opposite. Felix Fathom was unimpressed and just plain irritated with Paris – he didn’t even want to be here! It was not the city itself but his week that had put him in such a foul mood. He took stock of his life up to this point and was convinced he was on a bad luck streak – one that built with each passing day until this very moment.

Why, you may ask?

Monday he was shipped off to Paris by his mother to visit his oblivious cousin for two days. Two days of pretending he didn’t know Gabriel was Monarch. Sure, what could go wrong?

Well, he must have jinxed it or angered a random omnipotent god because this week must be divine punishment…

On Tuesday, he discovered his favorite fountain pen had exploded all over his new book and the contents of his book bag.

Wednesday his mother joyously announced he would be staying for the whole week due to work obligations on her part. Phenomenal.

Thursday he was targeted by an akuma – which, in all honesty, he had instigated the akumatization… but only because that damn waitress had dumped his iced coffee into his lap!

If the akuma seemed a little too hostile, well, Uncle was likely gunning for him…

On Friday, he discovered Gabriel had someone ransack his room – likely looking for the peacock miraculous. Felix suspected it was Uncle Gabe himself because half his clothes were ripped asunder by someone expressing a lot of frustration! And he was not sure what that awful odor rubbed all over his boxers was!

Although he was unsure what his uncle would have burnt to leave a random trail of ashes on the floor…

But this morning?

Oh ho ho, this fucking morning was the pièce de résistance!

Saturday brought forth quite a surprise! He awoke in Adrien’s bed, in his cousin’s pajamas, and a note on his forehead from said conniving cousin telling Felix to ‘fill in’ for him on a photoshoot while he spent the day with his friends. Felix had no idea how the model had gotten out of the house, although he assumed that he would find some of his own clothes missing from his closet if he checked. How did Adrien even get him from his room down the hall without waking him?!

That wasn’t even the worst part.

Halfway through the boring photoshoot on the outskirts of Paris, there was an akuma attack. Stormy Weather appeared after being slighted by the meteorologist at the news station – something about Stormy’s predictions being wrong? He didn’t fully know, he only caught part of her monologue before running for cover. They had been hit by hurricane level winds, sleet, and snow so suddenly that half the equipment had to be left behind. Le Gorille had rushed him to the car to make a quick getaway however, just eight blocks away, they had hit some black ice and popped two tires on the curb. Gorille sent him to go find a place to shelter while he called the auto club, but nothing was open due to the attack. So, Felix made the executive decision to walk back. He was about halfway across Paris when the wave of ladybugs purified the area. Finally, his day was looking up!

Felix pulled out his phone to call Le Gorille…only to find the battery dead. Great.

He was stranded, in the middle of Paris, with a dead phone and no money to even hail a taxi with. ‘This day could NOT get any worse!’ Felix thought in a huff.

That was when the rain started.

You see, Stormy Weather – Aurore, whatever – had predicted an unseasonable rain coming that day and the chief meteorologist had scoffed at the teen. Felix was suddenly very supportive of the akuma’s desire to correct the idiot! The blond ran down the street to a café, only to find it was closed due to a shortage of staff. Luckily there was a left-out patio umbrella that he could take shelter under until the rain lightened up.

Except that it didn’t. It grew heavier by the passing minute and Felix found himself huddled under a flimsy, soddy, dripping umbrella in seemingly the worst rainstorm to hit Paris since the Great Flood of 1910. The wet blond mused over the fact that somehow, someway, this was not caused by an akuma. If that were the case, then could all these linked bad events just be coincidence? Or was he simply that unlucky? Once he returned back to London, he would definitely need to ask Duusu if kwamis could curse people…

Just as Felix was about to settle for getting drenched in the rain, a flash of pink caught his eye. There, across the street, moved a lone hazy figure with a polka-dotted umbrella and pink galoshes. As he turned to look at them fully, he realized this figure was not walking down the street but dancing; kicking up puddles on the sidewalk while humming a little ditty as they crossed the intersection nearby. As the figure got closer, he could make out dark hair pulled back into pigtails… pigtails that reminded him of…

“…Marinette?” He hadn’t seen her since that disastrous night at the Diamond Dance!

The girl jolted with surprise when she heard her name, her bluebell eyes taking in the damp blond boy huddled beneath the dripping canopy. He looked exhausted and just as shocked as she was.

“Ad-Adrien? W-what are you doing out h-here?” she squeaked, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

‘Ah, she thinks I’m Adrien again…perhaps I could trick her into letting me borrow her umbrella,’ Felix thought strategically.

He plastered on his imitation model smile and approached her as far as his sparse covering would allow. “I uh… I had a photoshoot today, but then there was that akuma attack? Then my phone died! And, well, it’s a long story...” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Wow, talk about bad luck. But are you lost? Your house is this way,” the young designer pointed in the opposite direction that Felix had been headed.

The blond blinked and muttered a curse under his breath. “I guess I got lost with everything going on… Would you mind if I walked back with you?”

“Oh…um…s-sure,” Marinette lifted her umbrella to accommodate his taller frame. He ducked under but quickly discovered that she would shrink slightly from their proximity and cause the umbrella’s armatures to smack him in the head. With a gentle smile disguising his irritation, he offered to hold it for her, and she quickly acquiesced. They fell into a companionable silence as they walked. He knew he needed to say something, Adrien would obviously be chatting with her…

“So…what were you doing out in this storm, Marinette?”

“Oh…uh, I was out running a delivery for my parents.”

“Really? In this dreary weather?” Felix asked with obvious surprise.

“Dreary? No, I love the rain! There’s something magical about it…like having a million sparkles falling from the sky!” He watched as her eyes twinkled and he could almost imagine the raindrops glistening just from the brightness of her smile. “It’s special to me,” she finished with a blush.

“Is that why you were dancing in it when I saw you?” He chuckled remembering her hops and twirls on the sidewalk.

Her cheeks flushed dark red, her eyes dropped to her fidgeting hands, and her smile faded with her embarrassment. “Ooh…you saw that? I just…,” Marinette paused, unsure of how to proceed. “I’m not any good at dancing but…it’s fun,” she finished with a whisper.

Felix frowned at the change in her behavior, he clearly recalled their short dance together and her natural grace on the dancefloor. Perhaps she was just self-deprecating because she was intimidated by his cousin? Adrien would surely attempt to cheer up his friend – perhaps girlfriend – wouldn’t he? With not a second longer in hesitation, he stopped and held out his hand to the bluenette. She stared at it for a moment before turning her impossibly blue eyes toward him. “Could I have this dance?” Her eyes widened and she blushed, taking his hand bashfully. He handed her back the umbrella to hold over his shoulder as he wrapped her in his embrace. With a soft hum he began to lead her in a gentle waltz down the sidewalk.

Slowly but surely the warm smile returned and brightened before his eyes as he guided her into bigger and faster spins, keeping them both in tempo to the steps long ingrained in his limbs by dance instructors his mother had insisted he learn from – much to his dismay at the time. ‘I guess I’ll have to thank her now that those silly lessons were finally of some use,’ he thought while a grin spread unwittingly across his face. He lost himself to the movements of their dance, a comfortable warmth growing in his chest. In a rather large puddle he spun Marinette, her foot fanning out in a way that caused the standing water to splash in a great wave over the curb before she settled back into his arms for another set of steps with a giggle. The warmth grew as Felix dipped her, watching as her radiant smile turned up towards the heavens as raindrops danced across her face.

They progressed down the street, both of them smiling and laughing as their hair and shoulders were moistened by wayward drops that missed the umbrella. Eventually they slowed to a stop as they waited for the crosswalk light to change; he gazed down at her – noting the flushed pink cheeks, sparkling eyes, and wide smile. Felix wasn’t sure what came over him. He glanced down at her lips, parted and panting from their energetic dance, and suddenly wanted to know how they felt. With hooded eyes he leaned forward, his arm tightening around her waist as he felt her rise up slowly on her tip toes as if to meet him halfway…the umbrella dropped from her fingers as they slid to the short hairs on the back of his neck, but neither could find it in their minds to care about the rain falling on their heads…

Just as their lips were about to touch, a car came careening around the corner and hit the large puddle forming at the blocked drain. Felix quickly rotated them so that he would shield her with his body. Within seconds a massive, brackish tidal wave splashed over them both and left them drenched. Feeling the cold, dirty water sliding down his spine, the blond let out a string of English curses that even his mother would be ashamed of. Marinette seemed to jolt at the noise and stared at him while he pushed the very wet hair from his face – unconsciously putting it back into his normal style – as the heavy rain continued to pour on their heads. He missed the calculating look she gave him before that gave way to a small smile, then to a chuckle, then a full belly laugh. Felix looked at her dumbfounded before he, too, began to crack up at their situation.

“You look ridiculous,” she giggled out.

“You look like a drowned mouse!” Felix laughed back, unable to contain himself.

“At least I don’t look like an overgrown komondor!” They laughed harder, tears springing to their eyes as the rain plastered their hair to their heads.

‘When was the last time I laughed like this?’ both thought to themselves wryly.

They both eventually calmed down, wiping tears and hair from their eyes. He fished the umbrella from the sidewalk and shook some of the water free before offering it to Marinette. She shook her head and motioned for him to keep it. “My house is just a couple doors down from here. You need it more than I do. The mansion is just up this street,” the blue-eyed girl pointed down the adjacent road.

He furrowed his brow slightly, realizing that their stolen time was coming to an end; he found the warmth in his chest had turned to an ache – he would miss her presence. “You’re sure? At least let me walk you home.”

Marinette quickly shook her head, her wet pigtails flinging droplets of water with the motion. “I’ll be fine, besides you need to get back, so you don’t catch a cold.  We’re both soaked to the bone!” He watched as she hesitated for a moment before sliding in close, pulling him down by his shirt collar, and kissing his cheek. “Th-thank you for the dance, Felix.”

With a distant clap of thunder, a red flush crept up his neck and onto his face as her soft lips pressed against his cheek. In the seconds that it took for him to register her words, she had taken off at a full sprint and disappeared into the heavy rain – returning to the pink blur he first saw by that café. Felix stood there in the rain, speechless and flustered as he touched his cheek. He couldn’t say how long he stood there, staring off, but it was long enough that the downpour had finally become a light drizzle. He looked down at the umbrella in his hand as if looking for proof that this had not been a dream… He gripped the handle a little tighter. It was solid, tangible, real.

A small smile spread across his face. Perhaps his luck wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~ BONUS SCENE ~~~

On Friday after school, while Adrien took care of his extra Chinese lessons and the others were out of the house, Plagg decided to do a little reconnaissance. He carefully zipped across his holder’s room and phased through the wall, floating down the empty hallway until he got to the end. Once there he passed through the door and ducked behind a garbage can while he surveyed the room. A wicked gleam and mischievous grin lit up the kwami’s face; the room was empty!

It had been about two months since Tikki told him about the Adrien knockoff showing up with Duusu and making a mess of things. The London blond had been very combative with Ladybug but oddly protective of Marinette. Tikki was hopeful that Felix might be reformed and join their side – his other half was so optimistic like that. The cheese wheel was always half full with her!

Plagg though? He was a ‘it’s a half a damn wheel of cheese’ type of cat – he jokingly liked to say he was an ‘optipissed’: pissed off optimist. Could things go right? Sure, but things could also just be what they appear.

Plagg didn’t know if Adrien’s cousin was redeemable and didn’t care to figure it out; planning was Tikki’s thing. He preferred results. That’s why he decided to curse that fluffed-up popinjay with a little bad luck! Well, that was mostly because the tiny cat god wanted revenge. Tomato, potato. Right now, the cat kwami intended to get results by taking the peacock miraculous and get it to Pigtails ASAP. Plagg hoped that Felix had left it behind in a hidden compartment or spot in the room while not in use. If it was on his person, the black cat wasn’t sure what to do!

“Duusu!” the black cat called, “Hey Duusu! You in here?” There was no answer.

“Tsk. If I was a feather-brained, pompous, jerk face, where would I hide a broach?” Plagg asked himself as he looked around the room. He decided to check the desk first – rifling through the neat stacks of paper and pens – before dive bombing into the bed to phase through the mattress and pillows. No dice. He proceeded around the room, passing through lamps, tables, and books with increasing irritation. He didn’t even sense the miraculous nearby! He swatted a pillow with his tail in agitation.

Well, if he wasn’t going to get what he came for, he might as well enjoy himself…

Just then the door opened and Plagg hid himself inside a lampshade, watching with great suspicion as Gabriel entered the room to do his own snooping. The cat kwami stayed silent as his holder’s father dug through the closet and dresser, ripping apart jacket and suitcase linings in search of something. After about five minutes, Gabriel let out a soft growl and stalked back across the room to the door. With one last glance around the room, he slammed the door behind him.

‘Seems he didn’t find what he was looking for either!’ Plagg thought suspiciously, he wondered what the kid had stolen this time.

The black cat kwami slowly exited his hiding place, making sure no one would be near to hear his next actions. Then he phased into the closet and began to toss the remaining collection of trousers, vests, and pristinely pressed shirts all over the floor while he cackled with glee. When it was in proper upheaval, he gathered up one each of Felix’s socks from the dresser, called upon his cataclysm, leaving only a small pile of dust on the floor as evidence of their existence. Plagg then burrowed into the underwear drawer, intent to claw some holes in the materials there when the door opened again…

“Plagg?” came Adrien’s hesitant whisper.

Popping his head out the leg of a pair of boxer briefs with a cheesy belch, the kwami called back, “hey kid, I’m over here!”

Adrien quietly closed the door and stalked across the room, tripping on a shirt and unconsciously kicking up the small pile of ashes as he recovered his balance. Plagg watched with satisfaction as the ashes settled to litter a bigger portion of the floor. “What the hell are you doing in here? Felix will be home any minute!”

“Just lookin’ for the miraculous, kid. Figured we know sourpuss has got the peacock, perhaps he’d leave it unattended, then we could get it back to the guardian.”

“Did you have to make such a mess?” the blond pressed his hand to his forehead as he looked over the random piles and ripped items on the floor. “I’m already stuck doing that photoshoot tomorrow instead of hanging out with Nino; if Father thinks I destroyed Felix’s room, I’ll probably be grounded for life!”

Plagg landed on Adrien’s shoulder, “About that kid… I got an idea. Why don’t we…,” as he whispered quietly in his ear.

Adrien’s eyes lit up and he chuckled, gathering up a few pieces of clothes from the floor to use as his disguise in the morning. “That’s sure to put him in a fowl mood!”

~~~Author's Notes: yes I referenced a historical event (Great Flood of 1910), a specific breed of dog, and made a peacock pun.

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[fourspiceblend]

Only got the little meow meow to +4... Better luck next year I guess. 🥲

#my luck with her has been absolutely terrible #but hey now i can start saving for something i might like #possible brave Byleth rerun next month! #plus Hel is coming back and I need her #she's a hilarious meme unit I've been watching way too many gameplay videos of her recently #she was T-posing with miracle before it was cool #anyways i am sad. here's hoping the fallen version gets to +10 when her rerun is back #feh shenanigans #tbh i don't care much about the upcoming mythic banner unless it's someone like bruno #and if ninjas return i don't think anyone i might like could be in it. unless it's like felix or something #lmao inb4 something like mythic cethleann at the end of the month comes and ruins me

[volterran-wine]

Through The Ages || Demetri & Felix

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @mywinterivy: "Could I please request just some friendship HCs for Demetri and Felix or the terror trio? I wanna know more about the dynamics and what they get up to x"

Greetings friend, I feel I owe it to you to to finally reply to this request; after all it has been some time. I decided to answer this by revealing different memories/happenings during this friendship instead of going indept into the emotional aspects.  Fun fact; I will do The Terror Trio in another post, because I do believe that friendship deserves a bigger spotlight on the blog.

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! Some mild angst.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

—  𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈 & 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

Their first meeting did not herald a close friendship whatsoever, in fact, Demetri ran when The Volturi showed up in Egypt to barter his inclusion into the guard. It was of course Felix who ran after the spooked Vampire, neatly apprehending him and bringing the tracker back as he kicked and screamed. Demetri watched Aro and Amun's discussion with Felix's hand gently wrapped around his neck, convinced he would never like the older vampire.

While Felix's Greek has never been the best, he made an effort of trying to only converse with Demetri in his mother tongue when he first joined The Volturi. The tracker was terribly skittish in the beginning, and Felix made a point out of ensuring that he was as comfortable as he could be. About six months into service Demetri finally told Felix why he was acting the way he was.

Once upon a time the two of them were ambushed by a Child of The Moon due to a mistake Demetri made. Felix ended up with a scar on his arm that would ache from time to time. Two weeks after the incident Demetri showed up to one of the feedings with a shockingly similar scar on the opposite arm, no one dared ask how he managed to do such a thing.

The two of them has masqueraded as courtiers in several royal courts over the centuries, their favourite time to 'be alive' was during the Renaissance in Italy. Never had Demetri felt like he learned more than during that time, and Felix gladly sat through every excited rambling

Whenever Demetri needs to clear his mind he runs straight for the sea, walking along the shore in all sorts of weather, regardless of season or warnings. Felix is always twenty steps behind him if he is able to come along.

One time the two of them got raging drunk on one of Corin's stronger batches of Blood-Wine they nearly passed out in the piazza outside of the palazzo. They talked for so many hours they did not even notice the sun coming up, they barely dodged some early bird tourists and kept the secret intact through sheer luck. They never spoke of the incident again.

The two of them have matching rings that they always wear over their gloves. While the band is rather discreet, it has one peridot gem set into the gold—Demetri found the gemstones when he was once tracking a wayward nomad in the middle east.

It is Felix that predominantly takes care of Elizabeth when Demetri is out during longer tracking missions. While Heidi is more than capable of taking care of both Elizabeth and Gustav, the trackers little diva can always be found curled up in Felix's quarters.

#Demetri Volturi #Felix Volturi #Demetri Volturi Headcanon #Felix Volturi Headcanon #Twilight

[sitp-recs]

Hey Liv,

My friend had the most chaotic day today. She left on holiday and ended up packing at the last minute. Cue bags overflowing in every room, a dog to get into the car, a kid to pick up at daycare and no time to spare.

THEN her husband’s car broke down so she had to go pick him up almost two hours away with both dog and baby in the backseat….

All this so say: she might need a pick me up.

Do you have a Drarry rec where either of them (or both) are absolute chaos/ are under a bad luck spell /…?

Love love love ❤️

Omg your poor friend! 😱 I’m sorry things have been wild for her, that sounds super stressful and overwhelming! I hope everything was okay in the end. This story actually led to a really interesting ask, I did a mix of curses, pranks and bad luck with a touch of angst at the end - hope they work for what you’re looking for!

Humor/Fluff:

Bad Luck, Red Pants, and Broken Washing Machines by @the-starryknight (T, 2k)

After his five year sentence of magical suppression, Draco Malfoy got used to working without his wand. It's just days like today when nothing seems to be going right that he regrets his life in the Muggle world.

Special Affinity by @skeptiquewrites (E, 4k)

Auror partners Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy seem to have a special affinity for getting into convoluted accidental bonds. Once is a mistake, twice is bad luck, and five times...well five times seems like carelessness, doesn’t it?

Bubbles, Baths, and Bad Luck by manixzen (E, 5k)

A poisonous potion covering Professor Potter nearly head-to-toe would normally be a pretty big deal. It should be as bad as his day gets. But that’s before he’s informed that the cure involves a steamy, hot bath with an unrequited crush.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (E, 21k)

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

At the Crossroads There We’ll Meet by firethesound (E, 24k)

Potter keeps dying; Draco keeps saving him.

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry never thought taking a job as Draco Malfoy's bodyguard was going to be easy. Add in a curse that makes Malfoy even more of an obnoxious git than usual, and Harry's got serious problems.

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by @eidheann, @firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day by Faith Wood (E, 38k)

Even though he's unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

Skybound by @xanthippe74 (T, 61k)

No matter how much Harry Potter wanted to believe he’d left danger behind when the war ended, it found him again anyway. All he had to do was step out his own front door on a Tuesday morning. A Drarry re-imagining of Howl’s Moving Castle.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Angst:

Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish (E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #curses and bad luck

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

As The Sun Set // Amortentia // Part Three

TW: Physical abuse

Part Four

In the beginning of Slughorn's lecture I am standing next to Hermione in the front of the class. A loud bang comes from the door to the classroom Slughorn abruptly stops to address the two boys making the commotion, Harry and Ron come stumbling into the room. Making their way to the book cabinet they are fighting over the last two books. Hermione rolls her eyes next to me as I start to snicker.

“Now, as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?” He asks searching around the classroom for an eager student. Of course Hermione is the only one raising her hand. Swot. “Yes, miss…”

“Granger, Sr.” she clears her throat. “That one there is veritaserum. It's a truth telling serum.” She says matter of factly.

“Yes Miss Granger, That is current. How about you miss….” he points to me

“Oh uh, Johnson, Sr.” I stutter over my words. Why on Crices name did he pick me?

“Ah Miss Johnson. Go on. Do you know what potion this one is?” He gestures to the cauldron on the right. Pink mist slowly evaporating out the top.

“Yes. This one here is Amortentia. Terribly tricky to create. It is the most powerful love potion in the world.” I look around me. Hermione is smiling in my direction indicating that I took the words right from her mouth.

“It is rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.” I lean over just a step to be able to smell the potion. “For example, I smell fresh limes, violets, and tobacco.” I blush while taking a step back to aline with Hermione.

“Very good Miss Johnson.” He claps his hands together. “This last one here is Felix Felicis. Otherwise known as liquid luck. The rest of the class you will be brewing an acceptable Draft of Living Death. Recipes can be found within your textbook. You may begin.” He dismisses us students back to our table to proceed with the brewing of the potion.

Getting all the necessary ingredients to my table next to Theo I start to brew the potion. Typically am great in potions. It is one of my favorite classes. Draco, Hermione, and I are the highest scoring students in our class. But for some reason these instructions seem off. Looking around the room I see that both Hermione and Draco are also having issues brewing this particular potion.

“Scar, are you having some trouble?” Theo asks snidely from next to me. My forehead is starting to sweat. Theo has a huge grin on his face next to me.

“This just doesn't seem right… I cannot get it right.” I am frantically looking around the classroom.

“Maybe you're just not as good in potions as you thought” He laughs.

I shoot a death glare at him. “Well if that's how you feel you’re more than welcome to get a new partner.” Theo is a great potions partner. Though I'd rather work with Draco or Hermione, Theo listens to my instructions and does what I say. So I cannot complain much.

“No, no. I would much rather keep you as a partner. You are much nicer to look at all of class compared to Drakey over there.” He snickers. I blush as my glare softens as I continue to try and brew my potion.

Fresh limes and violets. Adrian smells like grass…. so that doesn’t makes sense. But I have never been around him when he smelled like limes or violets. Theo though.. He smells of limes. Is it possible for my Amortentia to smell like more than one person?

“So, Pans told me she found you and Adrian in bed together last night. Does this mean you two are back together?” Theo asks as he stirs his potion.

Damn Pansy. I knew she couldn't keep her mouth shut. “Of course she did.” I say rolling my eyes. “I think so? He apologized and said he loves me. I love him too, you know. It's just hard to forget those feelings.” Talking about my relationships with Theo has always been sort of uncomfortable. Not because I am uncomfortable around him, but because of the crush I have had on him the past couple of years.

“Well, If he makes you happy love, then I am happy for you… Even though I hate the git.” he smiles at me as he grabs my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “I will not hesitate to curse him if he hurts you though” I laugh, protective as always.

As the class ends to everyone's surprise Harry is the one who finished first and received the vial of liquid luck. I walk up to Harry confused but I congratulate him nonetheless and make my way to my next class with Draco giving Theo a smile goodbye as we walk the other direction.

“Scarlet, I was wondering… Would you be able to help me tonight? With my DADA assignment.”

Draco asks as we are walking towards herbology. He has his hands in his pockets staring straight ahead.

“DADA assignment? I didn't remember Snape assigning any-” I stop myself mid sentence. Snape did not assign anything for DADA. Draco was referring to the task that the Dark Lord gave him. I told Draco before we left the manor I was going to help him with his task. “Of course I will.” I say putting my hand on his shoulder trying to be comforting. I know he has been stressing himself out over this task since he was given it. Fix a broken cabinet so that the Dark Lords lunatic followers may invade Hogwarts and potentially kill our professors? Sure why not?

“Okay, after dinner maybe? I don't have practice tonight. Blaise and Theo are going to help Pansy with her flying so they will be busy.

“Oh, uh can we meet in the common room a little after dinner? Like an hour or so… I have plans to study in the library.” I have plans to snog my boyfriend for a good hour after dinner.

Eyeing me suspiciously, “I guess so. Who are you studying with? Maybe I can join and we can go after?” Damn Draco is really trying to cockblock me right now.

“Uh…” Quick who would Draco hate most to study with. After a second or two I finally respond “Hermione. I am studying with Hermione.” I say as my green eyes graying slightly as I increase the locks on my occlumency doors.

“Scarlet… You forget that I know you more than anyone else. I know when you’re lying and when you are occluding. You can’t hide it from me.” Draco can always tell when I'm lying. I've never been able to keep a secret from him. All of a sudden he stops and pulls me into an alcove just before we reach the Herbology classroom.

“You're meeting Adrian.”

Not a question.

A statement.

Extra locks.

I try to pry his hand from around my forearm. His grip only tightening. “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

Another statement.

Eyes dull. Fully gray now.

“He’s a prat Scarlet. He cheated on you once, what makes you think he won't do it again?”

His grip is hurtful. He is hurting me though it isn't his intention, but his fingers are digging into a burn that has yet to heal properly. I wince away from him and his entire demeanor changes. He lets go of his grip on my arm, to wrap around my shoulders pulling me into a hug.

“I love him, Draco. He's the only other boy who has loved me besides you. I forgive him.. Why can't you?” When he finally lets go he notices all emotion leave my face, his own walls come down a little and his face gets softer.

“He will never be good enough for you Scarlet. But I will not say anything more about him. I do not like him and never will. We are not friends. But, I will tolerate him. For your sake. But if he hurts you again. He will answer to me.” he says with one last squeeze of my shoulders and a slight smile on his face.

“Loud and clear.” A smile creeping back on my face. As Draco walks to the class room I quickly fix my make up and the puffiness of my eyes and follow behind him. Draco doesn't like Adrian and that's okay. At least he can be civil.. I hope.

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Tonight's dinner is roasted chicken, carrots, broccoli, mash potatoes, rolls and salad. As I am putting food on my plate I spy Adrian walking in and wave him over. Now that all my friends know we are back together might as well try to integrate him back into the group.

I scoot closer to Pansy allowing him to sit next to me. Draco, Theo and Blaise are across the table from us. All of them are wearing a similar face of disgust. I kick Theo under the table and give him a look that says ‘play nice or I will kick higher next time’. He seemed to understand as we whispered to the other two and the looks morphed into disinterest.

“Hello Angel” Adrian says as he plants a kiss on my head while sitting down next to me.

Theo continues his conversation of the ridiculous potions assignment while Adrian starts to pile food onto his plate.

“You should have seen her hair! It grew 4 times bigger than usual! Scar was getting all flustered and Draco! He looked as though he was going to tell the cauldron “his father would hear about this’. Best class ever!” Theo says, clutching his side as he laughs.

“Oh whatever. I am just glad that Slughorn didn't make me smell the Amortentia. No Idea what I would have said but I rather not have my deep secret crush be revealed.” Draco adds, quirking his eyebrow up at me, as if he is insinuating something.

“My amortentia would smell like grass, broom polish and sugar quills.” Adrian says as he is shoving his face with his chicken.

Pansy eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as she looks around the table. “That’s funny. Scarlett doesn’t smell like any of those things” She says matter of factor.

“What did your amortentia smell like Scar?” her face now turned into a smirk as she studied her nails.

“Oh. Uh it smelled like fresh limes, violets,, and tobacco.” Pansys’ eyes grew wide as she looked at me. I quirk a brow up at her as she starts to silently giggle and she makes a quick look towards the boys.

“Those smells sound awful together. I don't smell that bad do I?” Adrian asks as he snakes his arm around my waist to pull me closer. I rest my head on his shoulder. “Of course not darling.”

As dinner continues they are all talking to Pansy about her flying lessons. Draco's eyes are fully gray. He's occluding. Does he really hate Adrian that much?

As dinner starts to wind down and everyone is getting ready to leave we wave the group goodbye and make our way down to the dungeons to be alone in his dorm.

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Draco is spread out on the black leather couch in the common room. Potions book perched in his hands. Fully immersed in the section that he is reading.

I walk around to stand in front of him. “Nice to see you can pull yourself away from sucking face to meet me.” he says not looking up from his book.

I roll my eyes and put my hand on my hip tapping my foot against the hard stone floor. “Well I'm waiting.”

Adrian and I started a heated make out session which then led to him trying to shag me. Seeing as I had to meet Draco soon we didn’t have enough time. This sent Adrian into a right fit.

Which, incidentally led to me fighting back tears the whole way down the hall to the common room.

After a minute or two he finally finishes whatever section he was reading and puts the book in his bag and leads us out of the dungeons.

“How was flying lessons with Pansy?” I ask as we make our way to the room of requirement.

“She's getting better. Still trying to figure out who she is trying to impress. I bet 20 galleons on Goldstien.

I snort at his answer. “Why would it be Goldsien? He's a Hufflepuff!”

“Well I know it's not me. I do not think it's Blaise, and it's definitely not Theo. No one else would make sense.” He says as we round the corner at the end of the hall.

“I don’t know. Maybe I will ask her.” I say following behind him as we near the door. “She originally asked to keep you boys distracted while I talked to Adrian, but I have no idea why she is still making you all help her.”

I am lost in the thought of who Pans is actually trying to impress with flying skills, as I wait for Draco to make the door to the Room of Requirement. As soon as it did he put his hand on the small of my back guiding me inside. Only once the door shuts do I stop to take in all the room has to offer.

While looking for the cabinet I keep talking. “Wait. Why ‘definitely not Theo’? He's cute and funny. Plus he loves to fly!”

“Theo is very complicated. Unfortunately, his thoughts are very loud. Pansy believes he fancies another, and I agree.” Draco says while walking in front of me searching for the cabinet.

“What? I didn't know Theo fancied someone? Since when? Who is it?” I rush out as I am trying to keep my cool.

Theo hasn't fancied someone in a long time. He's had hookups every now and then and is very flirtatious with loads of girls but hasn't fancied anyone for two years, and even then he wouldn't tell anyone who it was. He was quiet for most of last year. Distant. I really missed my friend.

“Look, over here.” Draco says while ignoring my question and leading me to the reason we came here in the first place.

Pulling the sheet off, a large oak cabinet with brass embellishments stood in front of us.

For the next two hours me and Draco spend our time trying to understand the spells that are written within the structure in order to try and figure out why it's not working.

After Draco nearly pushes the thing over while slamming the door closed out of frustration. We take a break and try to come up with a plan for killing Dumbledore..

We decided on cursing a necklace we found in the room and wrapping it neatly in parchment to be delivered. As much as Draco wants to please his father and Voldemort, he doesn't have what it takes within him to kill someone…

Once we finish cursing the necklace and he carefully wraps it in brown parchment and places it in his bag we head back down to the dougeons.

Being so exhausted once I finally reach my room I put on my pajamas and crawl into bed. Finally, allowing myself to fall asleep.

Outside the air feels warm. Letting the sun shine on my face as I lay in the garden with Ditty the house elf. It took alot of coercing for him to come lay out here with me. But father and mother are away god knows where, so I decided that Ditty can take time off and just relax. Letting the smell of the grass and the violets flood my nose. Ditty is giggling at the shapes of the cloud above us. All of a sudden his giggle stops and I feel the pull of magic as he apparates away.

“And what is it that you are doing here on the ground little girl?” Bellatrix asks as she sneers at me with her yellow crooked teeth.

“I'm sorry. I was just… Um, enjoying the sunset.” I say as I hurry to my feet.

“Rodolphus requests you in his study for your afternoon training.” She says as she watches me very closely. “NOW.” Pushing towards the house.

In his study, father is sitting at his desk. Cigar in hand. “Scarlet. It has come to my attention that your occlumency is weak.”

With shaky hands I look down at the ground. “I am working on it, father.”

He lifts his head up to look at me “It's pathetic, just like you.” He slams his chair back when he stands up. “Maybe I just need to give you some motivation”. “Give me your arm.” He holds out his hand waiting for me.

“No... Please father...Please don't…” I choke out holding back a sob.

“Look at you already shaking and I haven't even begun. Pathetic. You can never get a hold on your emotions. Now I will NOT ask again. GIVE. ME. YOUR. ARM.” he roars.

In one swift motion he takes ahold of my arm, and slams it down on his desk. “Now hold it in.” Slowly he takes his cigar and presses it in the crook of my elbow. I internally hiss. He picks it up again, takes a drag and presses it into another spot on my arm. This repeats for 5 more burns.

Finally when he's satisfied and I have made no noise he lets go with a forceful push. I pull my sleeve of my cardigan down and stand there and wait for further instruction.

Suddenly I hear another presence in the room. When I look over I see bellatrix. Her grin is wide as she holds an old knife between her fingers I've never seen before.

“Is it my turn dear? I have something very special for her.” She says trying to be sweet but her eyes are filled with hatred.

“Of course. Let's see if she's as strong as she pretends to be.” He says using a spell to throw me to the ground.

My head slams on the floor, pain blurring my vision. I feel the hem of my dress is pulled up just enough to expose my right upper thigh.

“What were you calling her love? Pathetic?” The tip of the knife digging into my thigh. P “That's fitting.” A “Aching for our love.” T “Our approval.” H “Nothing you do will be good enough.” E “You’re worthless” T “Nothing but a useless whore” I “You are path-----”

Gasping for air I spring out of bed. Looking around the dark room I see no movements so I try to ground myself. I see Pansy in bed. I see my wand on the ground. I see a grindylow swim by. I hear the lake hum against the window. I hear the light inhale of pansy across the room. I hear footsteps of students walking by. I can move my fingers. I can move my legs. I can move my hands.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Once my breathing has settled I slowly pull off the blankets and look at the word marked onto my skin “Pathetic” I trace over every letter. Severe distress or pleasure causes the disillusionment charm to wear off. I charm away the cut that goes across my left eye and the light bruising on my right eye, wrap the rest of my body under the blanket Molly made me and get out of bed to head outside.

While walking to the lake I see another figure sitting by the water. Familiar curly brown hair and broad shoulders sit with their legs spread out in front of them. Smoke rings floating above.

“Fancy seeing you here. Dracos snoring keeping you up?” I say, as I settle in next to him, ensuring my blanket stays closed. “His snores are the worst. Can hear them across the hall back at the manor.”

“Well hello to you too, bed head.” He bows from his position on the grass making me giggle. “Our little Dracy was quietly sleeping when I slipped out. Though, that more than likely isn't the case anymore.” Walking around him to sit on his left he continues

“What are you doing out here at this hour?” Theo asks while looking at me with a smile.

I try to smooth my hair out while keeping the blanket wrapped around my body. “I couldn't sleep.”

“Couldn't sleep huh? Looks more like you woke up from a nightmare.” I furrow my brows confused. How would he know that?

“Your eyes. They aren't as green. You’re occluding again.” he points at my eyes the cigarette gently nestled between his index and pointer finger.

“Right…Um yes I guess you could call it that..” I gestured for him to pass the cigarette to me.

“Want to talk about it? You know, instead of locking it up?” He gave me a sympathetic smile. Theo had known about my system of locking up my emotions ever since he had asked me to help him learn occlumency.

“I'd rather not… I'm fine though, really. Just a silly dream.” I say trying to give a reassuring smile back but it faulters some. Placing the stick between my lips and inhaling the smoke.

“So, where do you stand on the whole Pansy Goldstien debate?” I ask Theo, changing the subject from me and before handing him back the stick.

“Draco got you on his side too? I think it's a female. Or rather I want it to be.” He raises his eyebrows seductively. “Weslette is rather fit nowadays and a fantastic flier.” He says while smirking at me.

“While it wouldn't surprise me that pans would swing both ways, I think it's someone closer to our group. Perhaps a certain curly haired brunette?.” I say while giving him a wink.

“It is not me. Trust me Scarlet. Besides, I would be a horrible boyfriend. ” He chuckles lightly.

“Any girl would be lucky to call you their boyfriend, you're a great guy. Even if you don't think so. I have met a lot of terrible guys.. You, Theodore Nott, are not one of them. You're one of the good ones.” I grab his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, he blushes a little at my comment.

Once the cigarette is put out I reach over his lap to grab the pack and pull out another one. While lighting it the movement causes the blanket to shift some.

Unbeknownst to me, my right thigh is visible now along with the inside of my arm through a crack in the blanket. From the corner of my eye I feel him tense with his vision on me.

Taking an inhale I hand him the stick as I joke “I have heard that you fancy someone as well. Are you gonna tell me who this time? You must know, they need my approval to date my Theodore.” While bumping my shoulder into his.

Looking up to his face I see that he is staring straight ahead. Vision unmoving. His jaw tensed. His fist is clenching and unclenching.

Clearly my question made him uncomfortable. “Hey, I’m sorry Theo. I was just joking. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” I say watching him take a large inhale.

Holding it in some before finally letting go. His entire demeanor changed within a matter of seconds… Did I do something wrong? We always joke around. I try to back track but before I am able to say anything he hands the stick back to me before standing up dusting off any left over grass from his trousers.

“You're not pathetic Scarlet.” He says barely a whisper as he looks directly at me then down towards the ground where my wand rests in between my legs.

Did he just say pathetic?

How-

Wha-

Eyes wide at what he just said trying to ask him where that came from but my voice is caught in my throat. I follow his line of sight to see that my entire right thigh is out in the open as well as my arm. I didn't disillusion any of it as I planned on being alone and was covered by the blanket… I rush to cover myself once again.

Slamming the doors shut.

Locking them.

Adding extra locks.

“Yes. Yes I am.” I whisper back, so quietly I know he didnt hear me as he started to head back into the castle.

Fuck

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

what do you think about unicorn blood? specifically whether drinking unicorn blood affected voldemort in any way?

Hmm... honestly, I don't think it affected him at all. I think the unicorn blood was consumed by Quirrell, for Quirrell, and not Voldemort.

When Harry describes the figure drinking the unicorn blood, he mentions the mouth under the hood on the side Quirrell's face is on, not the back of his head:

The hooded figure raised its head and looked right at Harry — unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Harry — he couldn’t move for fear.

(PS, 185)

And Voldemort explains why Quirrell would need the unicorn blood:

“Only one power remained to me. I could possess the bodies of others. But I dared not go where other humans were plentiful, for I knew that the Aurors were still abroad and searching for me. I sometimes inhabited animals — snakes, of course, being my preference — but I was little better off inside them than as pure spirit, for their bodies were ill adapted to perform magic . . . and my possession of them shortened their lives; none of them lasted long. . . .

(GoF, 653-654)

The hosts he used kept dying on him, and Quirrell was also slowly dying as long as Voldemort possessed him. Voldemort is fine, he has his Horcruxes, if Quirrell died, it'd be like any of the other snakes he possessed before — he'd return to his wraith form and move on.

The only reason he had to get Quirrell unicorn blood is so Quirrell would live long enough to get the philosopher's stone and get himself a body of his own. Because Voldemort would live regardless of what happened to Quirrell. Which we see, as Quirrell dies, but Voldemort is fine (well, relatively, he's still a wraith)

As for what I think it does, well, Firenze explains it as such:

“Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood is used for?” “No,” said Harry, startled by the odd question. “We’ve only used the horn and tail hair in Potions.” “That is because it is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn,” said Firenze. “Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenseless to save yourself, and you will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips.”

(PS, 186)

So, unicorn blood keeps you alive, if barely. It would just keep your body moving and breathing.

As for what exactly it curses you with?

We have no real way of knowing for sure. Quirrell seems worse for wear for most of the year, and he has been drinking unicorn blood for a while before Harry sees Quirrellmort in the forest, so it's hard to tell what are the effects of being possessed versus the unicorn blood curse.

If I had to guess what this half-life means, I'd say it correlates to the unicron's purity. Because Firenze states the curse is the result of killing something as pure as a unicorn. So, the curse would correlate, like karma for the death of the unicorn, and not the act of drinking its blood. So it's not the unicorn blood that curses you, but killing the unicorn, like slaying something holy.

I think of it as something like Odysseus' men killing the divine, immortal cattle of the god Helios and having various gods proceed to destroy their ships and curse their journey with bad luck, like the opposite of Felix Felicis. So, if I had to guess what's the curse of killing a unicorn, it'd be something along these lines.

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[ceebit]

BOYFRIEND ( OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT .. ), TEASER ﹕ wc 800~ genre fluff content minho being a little shit™️. little shit shenanigans ensue <3

the gleam in minho’s eye is nearly childish, accepting the transaction with a terrible accent in his opinion, his sickeningly sweet thank you grating against his ears. han sighs, brows furrowed in disbelief as he sinks back into his chair. his pride is beyond wounded. his soul is crushed, his spirit beaten and battered to a hopeless pulp, and he doesn’t know when he’ll ever smile again. truly this was the absolute worst way to end a long day of grueling classes, most of it being material he’s sure he’ll never even use on a day-to-day basis. like exponents and finding x on a triangle.

“look on the bright side!” felix pipes up on his left, hair newly dyed blond falling over his face as he leans over. “now you’ve learned that betting on speed dating is a terrible idea and you now know not to do it again!” han starts to whine, especially when seungmin agrees with a muttered it kind of was an easy cash grab. hello, his dignity is still kind of present, ouch.

“let’s all agree that betting on romance isn’t ideal.” chan places his hands out to appease him, smiling apologetically on behalf of the second eldest considering what to buy with his new assets to changbin in a stage whisper. “yeah? agreed?”

a chorus of agreement rings out and han sulks into his sandwich.

it’s not like his luck was that terrible—he, too, loved to gloat when miss fortune smiled down on him and granted him a win once every full moon. it just seemed that she favored everyone else but him, and he was at his wits end with losing nearly all the time. if she wouldn’t have mercy on him, then please forgive his wallet. his heart physically aches when he checks his account, and he swears he saw a fly buzz out of his wallet once.

but because minho was, well, minho, he kept his mouth shut, gaze flitting between his food and something behind his head. once could be classified as a coincidence, but multiple times during different conversations was enough to stoke the wounded part of him.

“what are you looking at?” he huffs, mouth full of lettuce and meat. it’s not the best picture of (purposely ill-mannered) confusion, and hyunjin’s face turns up in disgust out of the corner of his eye. “i know i’m good looking, but you know staring makes me uncomfortable.

minho doesn’t react to his jab, instead choosing to look over his head again, so he grumbles and turns to look as well, half annoyed and fully disgruntled. all he sees are other students peacefully enjoying lunch or studying, essentially doing nothing worth his friend’s excessive glancing.

“two tables down to the left,” he finally speaks. poking at his rice, his gaze slides over the chan—rude—who looks mildly interested in whatever antics he’s up to despite issuing a light warning. “i think they’re new. never seen that face before.”

the whole table collectively turns to look, causing a commotion that ends with hyunjin leaning out of his chair a little too much for comfort and changbin loudly chiding him for it, but minho’s target is eventually spotted. head bent over an obscenely large textbook, brow furrowed in concentration, and altogether the perfect picture of what his high school teachers said college would look like. he starts to feel bad, because the more he looks at them, the more he starts to think his earlier impression of concentration is actually stress, and stress is not good. stress is the fucking worst.

“oh, they’re in one of my core classes! real smart and kinda quiet. not really the talking type.” chan shrugs, “as is everyone at first. but they were super helpful during group discussions after warming up to everyone.”

chan also says something else, but it quickly becomes background noise or something because he’s tunnel visioned and can only see you. suddenly there are manga-esque flower petals floating in the wind, the chatter and bustle of the lunch hall has blurred around you, and leehi’s ‘only’ plays softly in the air. han’s eyes widen, and it’s then does he remember his compromising state, quick to turn around with his mouth still full.

half eaten lettuce falls onto his plate. hyunjin audibly gags, but he’s the least of his concerns right now.

love at first sight is entirely plausible—just only in his romance animes and the romcoms his artistic friend likes to watch so much. falling in love with a stranger based on attraction was selfish and incredibly fake! but it doesn’t stop him from turning to take a peek again, which unfortunately doesn’t go unnoticed.

minho utters two words, a shit-eating grin bordering cheshire-like ever so present, and the entire table descends into chaos once more.

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[fawnsnotebook]

I love seeing hints of Scotty and Felix :> How do they get together?

Scott and Felix first meet at Candycure Hospital, when Scott is abandoned there for the lobotomy and copious amounts of electroshock therapy. They crossed paths during visitor hour, when they're able to leave their rooms and go to the cafeteria.

They quickly became friends, talking to each other whenever given the chance. It didn't take long for Felix to get protective feelings over Scott, getting jealous when Noble would visit.

When Scott's treatment was over, he was released from the hospital and went back home to Noble, not seeing Felix again for a few years. His memory of him quickly faded due to brain damage.

Finally, they meet again at a grocery store. They bump into each other when Scott is sent to wait in the arcade while Noble shops. Scott hardly recognizes Felix, but trusts him. They spend a little time together. Once Noble finishes shopping, he takes Scott home, forcing the friends to depart once again.

Felix follows them home, which ends up being a much longer drive than Felix anticipated. Noble picked up on what Felix was doing, allowing him to follow them all the way back to the parsonage in Holy Hills. He begins to taunt Scott, describing all the terrible things he'll do to the 'stalker' when they get home.

There ends up being an ugly confrontation between Felix and Noble, the pair immediately devolving the verbal fight into a physical one. Scott screams and cries, begging Noble to stop and allow Felix to go home. They both end up beaten and bloody, Felix surrendering to the larger and stronger man.

Noble leaves Felix on the ground, forcing Scott into the house by the pigtail, not allowing him to look back at Felix. Scott continues to cry, heart aching.

It doesn't take long for Felix to drag himself back to his car and leave. He notes the location, planning to return.

Felix returns months later, relieved to see no car in the driveway- he breaks into the house through a window. At first he assumes the house is empty, but discovers Scott resting in a hospital-like bedroom. Scott is barely conscious, almost corpse like. Noble left him at home alone without a soul. Multiple IVs are attached to his body.

Felix stays with Scott for hours, deciding he will visit Scott when he's left alone like this. He didn't want to try his luck, so he leaves before Noble gets home.

Felix makes a habit of visiting Scott, doing so at least twice a month. He gradually falls in love with the angel, talking to him during every visit. Sometimes he would cry a lot, feeling he could only be vulnerable with Scott.

One day, Felix comes to visit like usual. He is shocked to not find Scott in the hospital room, but in the kitchen baking cookies. Scott is overwhelmed with happiness to see Felix, hugging him tightly on sight. He tells Felix that he appreciates him visiting all those times, even if he was barely there. The pair share some cookies and chat, Felix relieved to hear Scott's voice.

Felix couldn't bear leaving Scott again. He encourages Scott to come with him back to The Junnihonfuu district. Scott doesn't want to at first, afraid that Noble will never trust him to be at home with his soul again. Felix eventually convinces Scott to go with him.

Felix drives them to his home (in The Junnihonfuu district). He tells Scott that he'll take him home before Noble finishes work, but he has no intention of actually doing this. Internally, Felix feels no better than Noble, just being another to force Scott to live with him.

At first Scott is upset, but over time he begins to enjoy living at the Japanese-style home with his companion. He begins to wear Felix's clothes to fit in better at his new home.

Felix is embarrassed to admit, but he loves Scott deeply and wants nothing more but to protect him. He proposes to Scott, telling him to forget all about that old husband of his. At this point, they'd been living together for a few months.

Scott accepted the proposal, happy to move on to a new life with Felix. They marry a year later, having a small ceremony with a couple of Felix's good friends.

This entire time, Noble had been searching for Scott. With each day that passed without him, Noble became more deranged. He was ready to kill whoever stole his angel.

Noble sees Felix at Cupid's Heaven during a visit with Nami, and ends up following him home that night when he gets off work. He waits down the street from Felix's house, watching him go in.

He scales the fence into the back garden, and breaks into the house through the back door. He was greeted by the sight of the couple sitting down for dinner, something Scott prepared in time for Felix getting home.

Struck hard by jealousy and rage, Noble attacks Felix without hesitation. He chokes Felix until he's unconscious, Scott trying his best to stop him. Once Noble is finished with Felix, he grabs Scott by his hair and slams his face against the wooden floor, smashing it repeatedly, the same fashion as how he murdered Scott's father. He screams and sobs, instantly regretting every motion but unable to stop. Once Scott is knocked out, he takes the bloodied angel back to his car, taking him back to Holy Hills.

The windows at the home end up being barred. Scott doesn't reach out to Felix again for a very long time, afraid that things will be even worse next time.

The next time Scott and Felix have contact, it's when Scott is fully free and becomes a high rank angel, many years in the future.

Scott, Felix and Doll end up in a polyamorous relationship much later on

(TL;DR: Felix and Scott meet at the hospital. Reunite years later, and they run away together- getting married. They are separated by Noble once again. Many years pass before they see each other again.)

Sorry for the extremely long response, but that's the story of their romance.

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[thatoneluckybee]

Ahem. More Propaganda.

@fruit-gummiees HELLO.

Not So Shoujo Love Story: Rei is unashamedly obsessed with manga, particularly the shoujo genre. She spends her time ignoring real life and schoolwork and dreaming of the day the perfect boy will fall for her, and life becomes perfect! The best part? She knows exactly what everyone’s role is! Hansum Ochinchin (google translate his name <3) is the most adored, hottest boy in school, and Hanna, the most popular girl, will be her love rival! That is… until Hanna professes her love for Rei, and her shoujo dream is thrown for a loop! This Webtoon is really cute and absolutely HILARIOUS I’ve cried from laughing at this. Hanna is a proud and self-proclaimed pervert. The bullies (FOUR-AM!) practice dramatic poses in the bathroom. Rei gets a love rival for Hanna against her will. Hanna’s father is an st avid cosplayer. You never learn what exactly Hansum is, but he can photosynthesize. It’s a wild ride and genuinely so enjoyable I love it.

Homesick: Recommending this one since you’ve read School Bus Graveyard! It’s almost a “sister series” in that the fanbases overlap lots and the creators have done collabs too! Disclaimer that it’s mature for a reason. It covers a lot of dark topics and is a HORROR FOR A REASON. If you do choose to read it I can provide trigger warnings, though it may spoil some plotlines a bit. Rayne (my pfp!) wakes up on a rooftop with no memories at all and meets a boy named Samael, who quickly informs her that it’s the apocalypse. Cannibalistic creatures called murks roam the land, feeding on anything that makes eye contact. Rayne and Samael form a deal to survive, but things get really, REALLY messy when they encounter someone from Samael’s past and get wrapped up in something that might just be worse than the apocalypse. On top of it all, Rayne has noticed some strange things about herself, including terrible headaches that warn her of murks… (It’s so good I love it but good lord it gets dark. I really want to say more about it but the story doesn’t jump right into the main action or plot right away so I CAN’T WITHOUT SPOILING IT SOB.) FULL POST:

Our Walk Home: Fake Hating Trope, that’s it, that’s the description. Suisha Academy and Higasa High School have always been rivals, bitter ones at that. Akihiko Shiraishi is the top student for his age at Suisha. He’s the perfect student: charming, polite, smart, athletic, and kind to everyone. In reality… my poor guy is the most anxious little mess with no idea what he’s doing. Worst of all, he’s now being forced into the role of “rival” to Harumi Kurose, top student of Higasa, cold, terrifying, and maybe just enough to defeat Shiraishi. When we meet him, though, he is also literally just some guy, and neither really care about the “rivalry,” so they become fast friends. Whenever they’re with classmates, they’ll have to keep up the masks or golden boy and ice prince who hate each other, but when they’re just walking home, it’s a breath of fresh air to both. But if anyone else outside of school found out, their lives will become a living hell and be ruined forever… maybe this rivalry is a bit too intense. (Still int he early stages but this one is cute!)

Deathsitter: In this cutesy, cartoony, Easter-themed world, dying is a business. Beings called Reapers work tirelessly to ensure YOUR loved ones have a nice death! Felix, described as a “deadbeat drug addict with seemingly supernatural luck,” can’t stop annoying the life out of the local reaper, Lloyd, every time he nearly overdoses. Lloyd himself is an ever-busy, stressed-as-heck single father, and due to unfortunate circumstance and flakey relatives, must rely on Felix as a babysitter. The only rule? DO. NOT. OPEN. HIS. DAUGHTER’S. DOOR. Yeah Felix screws up immediately and thus ensues one the most chaotic, tragic, and comedic series of events as he reaps (ha ha) the consequences of his actions. It’s amazing. Definite trigger warning for violence, language, drug use, and blood/gore (I’m a squeamish person so it’s not bad + anything is all the cutesy pastel style lol.) FULL POST:

Castle Swimmer: Can’t reveal TOO much of this ‘cause spoilers but it’s a really really good story. In this society of “Mers” (merfolk), every kingdom has long awaited the day a mysterious, mythical being known as the Beacon arrives. He will grant each kingdom’s prophecy, be that granting them fortune or saving their lives. When the Beacon arrives, though, turns out he’s literally just some guy named Kappa who has no idea what he’s doing. Siren is the prince of the shark kingdom. The kingdom of the sharks have a curse that will cause them to suffer and become covered in scars and eventually die. The only way they can break the curse is whenever the Beacon arrives—and Siren, as predicted, will kill him. The only problem is that Siren REALLY doesn’t want to be a murderer, and Kappa REALLY doesn’t want to die, and they both are pining HARD. It’s a super entertaining series. There’s a bunch of evil witches who feel guilty if you get them a gift and they don’t get you one back. There’s a sea bunny. Kappa’s only weak spot, romantically, is teeth. There’s living sponges. There’s a Jellyfish who’s dream is to Kill. It’s glorious.

School Bus Graveyard: Ashlyn Banner is happy as a loner. Socializing is tired, and people are loud, which hurts because she has extra-sensitive hearing. Because of this, she hears “phantom noises,” or auditory hallucinations. She doesn’t plan to change, until two cousins move to school, and the MOST extraverted child on earth, Aiden Clark, decides to befriend her no matter what. She unfortunately gets partnered with him for a school project (as well as Ben, Aiden’s silent and reserved cousin, Logan, a sweet but shy nerdy kid, Tyler, a short-tempered jock character, and Taylor, Tyler’s twin sister who is so sweet and so amazing.) Everything is fine until one wrong stop causes the six to begin visiting a terrifying world in their sleep, and they begin fighting for their lives against monstrous entities whenever they sleep. (SO GOOD.)

#webtoon propaganda #fambles #not so shoujo love story #homesick webtoon #webtoon #school bus graveyard #sbg #our walk home #our walk home webtoon #castle swimmer #deathsitter webtoon

[3lectra-he4rt]

Who was the most lucky and un-lucky person from TBoSAS?

Why do you pick them? Please give reasons.

You can interpret the luck and un-luck thing however you want.

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

before i start i just wanna say tysm for asking my first ever question!!

so, i believe that the most lucky would be just anyone who wasn’t affected. take Festus Creed, for example. he was a mentor but wasn’t really harmed, emotionally or physically. you could also say Livia Cardew, Palmyra Monty, Felix Ravinstill, etc. basically any mentor who got to stay in the Capital and wasn’t harmed in anyway. not tribute, because their lives in the districts aren’t amazing so they weren’t lucky to begin with.

i believe that the most unlucky is Sejanus Plinth. i think that Lucy Gray is a very close runner up, but Sejanus is definitely my choice. he had a terrible series of events in his life, and then it ended *way* too quickly. these events include:

the dark days

moving from two to the Capital

getting assigned Marcus

Marcus dying

getting kicked out of school

becoming a peacekeeper

witnessing his first hanging on the peacekeeper side

his hanging

obviously, each event has its own emotional and psychological stuff that has affected him besides just the events themselves. Sejanus had a tough life, and if he survived it would’ve been hard for him to live in the Capital. it would’ve been horrible either outcome. if he had survived, he might’ve gone through with the suicide plans this time. i consider Sejanus as the most unlucky character because no matter what, he had a terrible lifetime ahead of him.

this was a great question and i really enjoyed writing this out :D thanks!! (i noticed your version of this question for the trilogy, too)

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[stephiethewephie]

Director Review: Elanor Sunberry

Felix Rotary (current employee)

Lots-of-Hugs Daycare and Learning Center

Elanor is... something.

She is amazing with the kids. Every time she enters one of the play areas, the kids swarm her and give her a huge group hug. She cares for them like they are her own.

She plays with them, nurses them, teaches them, helps prepare food and activities for them, protects them, and supports them through all their needs and troubles. You can tell that she adores working with children and knows her stuff when it comes to taking care of them. Her own kid is in the daycare, so that definitely shows her experience and dedication to her work.

She’s so good at her job that I have even seen some of the kids pushing and screaming not to leave her during pick-up time. I admit it’s a bit concerning, but whatever brings them back I guess.

Her employees however, it's like all that kindness and care that she gives the kids is thrown away. It leaves way to what I can only describe as dictatorship and authoritarianism.

All of her employees, including me, have been down on their luck, faced rejection after rejection, and in a state financially which we would take anything. And she used it against us.

She promised a non-judgmental space where those like us can finally belong and. To be treated like “family” alongside the kids. To be respected and valued for who we are. She got us wrapped around her fingertips on that one.

She treats most of us like prisoners. She degrades and berates us anytime she gets and says what a terrible job we are doing despite our best efforts. We were barely trained in our job. We have to work with a bunch of misbehaving, out of control children on our own while Elanor is with her kid somewhere else.

Anytime we speak up, she threatens to dock our pay or terminate us. We have nowhere else to go, so most of us are pretty much stuck here until we find better jobs.

But, it's not just that. Something else is keeping us from leaving her. I can't quite describe it, but it's like a beckoning call that none of us can resist, making us drawn to the daycare. I'm not sure what it is, but I guarantee Elanor is behind it.

She has us under contract so I'm not even allowed to say anything negative about her. But, I need to get this out as a caution to others, I don't care what happens to me anymore.

If you are looking for a daycare to work for, STAY AWAY FROM LOTS-OF-HUGS DAYCARE! AND STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ELANOR!

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[featherwurm]

Because you're going to be stuck seeing dozens more sketches of her, here's my PC for BG3:

Zatavia “Tav” Felix, Zariel Teifling, Monk of the Open Hand, She/Her, 45

Tav talks about herself (at level 1 at the beginning of the game – spoken with strong ‘just some guy’ energy):

“My name is Tav. I am a wandering monk, seeking little more than knowledge and skill, making my way through the kindness and generosity of others. As a child, my anger, difficulty, and defiance lead to my entering of a monastic enclave in Baulder’s Gate. I flourished under routine and discipline, growing with my fellow acolytes, working, learning, and training. At twenty, I was deemed worthy enough to set out on my own path. I spent the next couple decades of my life traveling Faerûn, occasionally returning to Baulder’s Gate. I have found and lost love, luck, pain, and trial on the road, but as I am now, I walk by myself.”

Some more info and a full body ref below the cut:

favorite weapon: Hands but she carries the Gold Wyrmling staff to keep a firebolt cantrip on hand (particularly nice with her now-explosive blood)

style of combat: Off-tank utilizing ki resonating punch for crowd control and furry of blows/other disabling attacks for larger enemies

most prized possession: She isn’t material, and would walk away from physical things in a heartbeat but she does seem to keep her earrings on at most times though, some sentimentality there (a gift from an old friend)

deepest desire: A cold pint after a long day of hard work or travel, a bath, some banging sex, and a good nights rest before doing it all again

guilty pleasure: Fancy little cakes/sweets, the occasional cigarette (used to be something all the acolytes did – contraband at the monastery makes it interesting)

best-kept secret: Her full name (she is fine with her first name but thinks her last name is embarrassing – some forefather’s invention to try to make the lot of them ‘lucky’)

greatest strength: Bull-headed resolution and kindness

fatal flaw: Stubbornness and empathy (doesn't always listen well once she has an opinion)

favorite smell: Salt Spray, petrichor, campfire, pine, sandlewood

favorite spell or cantrip: Firebolt, Tasha’s hideous laughter

pet peeve: Too much background noise, multiple people trying to talk to her at the same time

bad habit: No eye-contact, not paying attention, picking violence first

hidden talent: Actually plays the lyre and sings fairly well if given the chance

leisure activity: Sleeping, fucking, exercise, meditation – not necessarily in that order

favorite drink: Dark beer, orange juice, black coffee

comfort food: Mushroom soup, lychees, rice pudding

favorite person: Karlach (in Tav’s mind this is in pink font with little hearts and glitter n shit – she’s smitten – it’s gross. She loves all her friends though very much.)

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Hugging, kissing, touching, hand-holding, tail-holding, overall despite the sort of stoic and serious bearing she’s terribly touchy and cuddly. Also a big gift-giver if she can manage it (she doesn't have much money and doesn't keep it when she does) – if she finds it it’s yours if you need it/want it.

fondest childhood memory: After a few months in the monastery getting used to the routine and work, waking up one nondescript day and just finding herself calm and ready to be awake and alive (she spent much of her childhood angry and frustrated, and at 12 after some discussion of secondary school, apprenticeship, or other options, she and her family agreed that monastic training would be the best thing for now – and it actually suited her very well.)

#Bg3 #baulders gate 3 #Tav #OC #Zatavia

[yueasuka]

I always love Marichat side in the love square because it's the side where they can be dork together but for the PV version... The dynamic could be a bit different, I think.

Felix become Chat Noir to gain the freedom from the curse that he has on him and as far as the canon PV goes, that's all his motivation to become Chat Noir : Get close to Ladybug so he can get kiss from her to free him from the curse.

This is why I think his "extraness or cheerfulness" when being Chat Noir isn't all genuine like Adrien does therefore, the way he approach Bridgette also different.

I have a HC where in Felix's eyes, Bridgette is a crime magnet, one that constantly make him frustrated because "How in the world she always find herself in this place, time and situation???????!" (Lol) But she's the frustration that he just can't ignore, not only because she's his classmate but also because she always help him in school so he's??? In short of debt???? (He does care for her, he just doesn't want to admit it)

So time and time again, Chat Noir need to keep this girl, who's badluck somehow always led her to this situation (it's not lmao), out of trouble and I can imagine he just vent all his frustation at her and be like :

"I am the black cat, but why, WHY, HOW can you have more bad luck than me?????????" (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ

And Bridgette, being can't tell the cat the real reason why she /need/ to be there could only be like :

"Because... I'm a bad luck champion?" (• ▽ •;)

For Bridgette seeing Chat Noir being all grumpy is a side that she never see before because for all she know, Chat Noir is a catsanova who always have terrible time to flirt and a jokester, basically your typical class clown. Sure he can be sweet at times but grumpy? Chat Noir? Grumpy? Grumpy Chat Noir, who??????? It feels like alien take over his body and it baffle her at first but the more she see it, the more she find this side of him is interesting. Because as it turns out not only this cat could be grumpy, he also... Pretty socially awkward??? Also he's not that extra with her??? Huh??? Where's that catsanova act?? And she find Chat Noir is more fun to hang out with when he's not dial up his dramatical extraness. Soon, they become a friend's.

It's funny how she think he tried to act cool and by cool she meant cool, like Felix kind of cool? Sometimes he tries to act distance but always fail at it. He said he won't help her again if he find her near the crime scene next time, he he save her anyway, even get hurt because of it. He said he won't come again after that one time she share the left over pain au chocolat, but he did come again to play. He really is like a cat and she like him his company! Yup! He's definitely a nice companion to have, but her heart is only for Felix.

#tldr : felix think he doesnt need to act extra toward bridgette because shes not ladybug therefore no need the effort to be all -friendly- #little did he know that Chat Noir brand of being -friendly- is exactly what he need to make ladybug fell for him 🤪 #yue rambling #brisket #my thought is disorganized and disarray as usual huehuehuehue #bri type of guy is like ice cream #cold but sweet ☺️ #bold of you felix to think ladybug would like a dramatical guy lol #deredere guy isnt her type catboy #toe beans kitty

[felixferitas]

do you ever think about why felix was so susceptible to oliver's lies and manipulation in the first place? like the easy take-away answer is because he's a spoiled rich boy raised in an insular environment with little real world experience. but i think it's because of his relationship with elspeth. obviously the cattons are dysfunctional and all of their relationships and dynamics as well as boundaries with one another are blurry. farleigh, venetia and felix are all unusually close. i think it's because felix had also been at the receiving end of elspeth's manipulation and as oliver put it in one scene, "emotional blackmail" for many years already. all oliver's red flags are just like furniture to felix, something unobtrusive because it's nothing he hasn't seen before.

we learn from our parents and we know that elspeth likes her little charity pet projects, i.e poor dear pamela. felix has seen this charade of taking someone down on their luck in multiple times only to cast them aside once they start losing their novelty and the voyeuristic trauma porn is no longer interesting, and he started to repeat this behavior with eddie (presumably) and then oliver.

"don't bang on about it, pamela, darling." i think felix has a rudimentary understanding of how awful elspeth is because of the exchange in the library when she talks about having a fear of ugliness ever since she was young, not knowing why, and felix says "because you're a terrible person?" "don't be mean!" and there's truth to every joke. elspeth is a narcissist. this is another easy one. she's very harsh and judgemental of everyone and her kids aren't exempt from this. she's especially harsh on venetia with how quickly and easily she tells oliver about all of her shortcomings. there are no boundaries within this family about what's pertinent information and what should be kept private.

we see this play out in the very same scene when they're discussing the extent of oliver's trauma and the very specific details of it and felix is the only one who seems to chide them for the behavior. "farleigh, that's private stuff." "you told me." "in confidence." i think felix knows that anything he says is going to be repeated and treated like salacious gossip, but i can't fault him for this too much when he's doing it to build a case for why oliver should come and stay with them. cut to elspeth singling oliver out near immediately to pry out the nitty gritty details of his trauma and to seemingly console him whilst also making it about herself. "i've lost so many friends to addiction. so many dear, dear friends." felix seems genuinely embarrassed and dismayed that his mum asked oliver so many intrusive questions. he knows his family is a dysfunctional freakshow, and i think he's careful not to tip oliver off about it too much lest he goes running, by waiting until oliver gets to saltburn to tell him about some of the rules. but it's all "relaxed."

obviously after felix's death, the cattons are still clinging on to any thin veneer of normalcy in the wake of their grief, but elspeth isn't even able to say anything flattering about her son. it still comes back to her somehow, with how stupid of a choice his middle name was but she'd never imagined she'd have to see it on a headstone. it's true that felix is allowed some level of protection and dignity in his death that the other cattons don't get, but only from oliver's point of view. elspeth doesn't allow him this. he was arguably the kindest (if not most naive) of them. we see some warmth from sir james, in shock and in denial as he calls felix his darling boy and tries to warm up his body. the cattons are all still clinging to the idea that this kind of thing doesn't happen to people like them, but their affluence hadn't been able to protect them for once. they made it so easy. spoiled dogs sleeping belly up.

#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧.⠀ ／ ⠀ meta. #─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱. ／ ⠀ essence. #/ not an eat the rich movie bc the rich are eating each other #/ anyway all of this to say . even if oliver hadn't done all that felix would've NOT made it out of that house or situation i dont think . #/ dead since the beginning etc etc

[san-fics]

Felinette Prompts p.13

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F-E-L-I-N-E-T-T-E Marathon

F is for Flirting

On her way to school Marinette is hit by memory loss Akuma and when she meets Felix (her classmate that she usually argues with), she starts shamelessly flirting with him, ignoring his cousin that is supposed to be her “real” crush. The girl seems not to remember her duties and Alya takes her earrings to fill in for her friend. The Miraculous Ladybugs restore everything just as Felix finally succumbs to Marinette’s flirting and she is about to kiss him, when she gets her memory back, forgetting – as everyone else who was hit – that her own behavior led to this moment...

E is for Experiment

Adrien (who is secretly a president of a certain shipping club) comes to his cousin and asks him to participate in a scientific experiment. Felix is about to refuse unnecessary fuss, but all Adrien asks to do to participate is try not to look at Marinette as much as possible. It won’t take much effort, so Felix agrees, but he begins to realize that something is wrong with him, because the more he tries not to look at Marinette, the more he wants to... When a week later he gives up and asks the girl on a date, completely forgetting about his cousin’s request, – he doesn’t hear Adrien whisper in Alya’s ear a quiet “The experiment was a success…”

L is for Luck

Felix ends up in a fight scene between the heroes and the Akuma and accidentally saves Ladybug from a potential hit. In gratitude, the girl kisses him. From that moment on, Felix notices that the events of his life – from the smallest to the biggest – begin to unfold in an extremely successful way, as if Ladybug shared her luck with him. Pleasant misunderstandings add up so that he soon finds himself spending a lot of time with Marinette. What could that mean?..

I is for Instincts

Felix always manages to catch Marinette when she stumbles, prevents her from drinking too hot coffee and burning herself, stops her in time before she walks on slippery floors and slips – and so on. It seemed to him that this would be his natural behavioral reaction to any person, until Adrien points out that his cousin only behaves this way towards one person, calling it Felix’s Marinette-instinct. But what does Felix himself think about this now?..

N is for Neighbors

The balcony in Marinette’s new apartment is separated from the neighboring one by a thin partition. She knows this because her neighbor has started commenting from his balcony on what she said on the phone to her friend. What started as a skirmish about personal boundaries, developed then into long interesting conversations in the evenings through a thin balcony wall with a man whose voice seems pleasant and familiar, and to see whose face she just needs to leave the apartment and knock on the next door. But something is stopping Marinette from taking those few steps...

E is for Exhaustion

Marinette is tired, very, very tired – mostly from trying to fit her life into 24 hours, but she will still go to movie night with her friends, because the boy she likes will be there. Felix is ​​already starting to think it was a bad idea to give in to Adrien’s persuasion and come here, but when Marinette falls asleep on his shoulder, the evening doesn’t seem so terrible to him anymore. And didn’t she just mutter his name in her sleep?..

T is for Testing

Marinette comes to Adrien and asks him to kiss her on the lips, claiming that she needs to test something. Adrien tries to dissuade her, but the girl insists that she really needs it and that only he can help her. He kisses her, after which Marinette is very pleased, thanks him and runs away, saying that he is a very good friend. She comes to Felix and we find out that they had been getting closer for a long time and kissed the day before, after which Marinette confessed to him. But Felix didn’t believe her words, saying that Marinette would enjoy kissing anyone with Adrien’s face. Having verified Felix’s statement wrong, the girl is ready to repeat her confession with new conviction of who she really loves.

T is for Tips

Felix reads an article with tips on how to win a girl’s heart and decides to use them to win Marinette’s attention. He follows the advice from the article one by one, but he seems to be doing something wrong, because Marinette’s reaction is not what the article says it would be. Maybe these tips don’t work at all? Or does his effort actually have an effect?.. Tips (examples): Be yourself, Ask thoughtful questions, Open up about yourself, Smile and say hi when you see them, Use subtle body language, Maintain eye contact, Be honest and straightforward.

E is for Enemies-To-Lovers

She hates him for betraying her, but when Felix starts attending her school, he always treats Marinette in a very polite and kind way. But that’s only because he doesn’t know she’s Ladybug! Marinette decides to take advantage of this fact and get even closer to him in order to gain his trust and extort the name of her enemy from him. Perfect plan. What could go wrong?..

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[skzthoughts]

brownie boy

A little angst, fluff

Felix x reader

you were felix's best friend for the past three years. You were both idols, and with a busy career you struggled to have time for eachother. Yet there was one thing that there was always time for. Cuddling on your bed until you fell asleep.

It was always in your house, since you were a success, rich soloist and lived alone while he, successful nonetheless, lived in the dorm with his bandmates.

You'd usually come home first, watching TV or reading reviews about you and your performances on the Internet. Sometime you saw hate comments, but you never cared, and felix admired that about you. He'd come into your home without knocking, using the spare key you gave him and wrap his arms around your neck and shoulders, hugging you from behind. The first time he did this you were just sitting at your table and didn't even notice him, but ever since he did that you'd always pretend not to notice him, allowing him to mark his presence by hugging you.

Stray kids weren't oblivious to their band mate spending every night in your house, and they teased both of you quite a lot about it, asking if there's something more going on. You always blushed and denied it, ignoring the way your heart fluttered. But each time you did that, felix seemed mad and nervous, so you knew he didn't like you back. Or at least so you thought, until he asked you out. You were pretty sure you asked him like a thousand times if he's being serious before agreeing.

Now you stood in your apartment bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your other bestfriend, minho, was sitting on the bed.

"You look good," he said, rolling his eyes. "Stop worrying and go. You don't want to be late."

You nodded, looking at yourself one last time. You were wearing one of your favourite dresses. The date was in a fancy, almost private restaurant so you guys won't be caught by paparazzi- not that they didn't catch you before that when the two of you hung out, it's just that neither of you wanted this date to be ruined.

You wire a hoodie over your dress, covering your face with a mask. "Wish me luck," you whispered.

You got to the restaurant without being followed, which was already a success. You took your jacket off as you walked in, sitting at your table in the nearly empty restaurant. You waited for felix, nervous.

He's supposed to be here already, you thought. He could be trying to avoid paparazzi or fan girls. Give him time.

But he never came. You waited for nearly three hours before you left, forgetting to wear your hoodie and mask, you were immediately attacked by fans the moment you stepped into the crowded street. You panicked, being alone without your body gaurds around this mob scared you.

"Hey, I'm so sorry, I need to go!" You yelled as apologetically as you could, trying to find your way through the crowed. Finally, you dropped back on your bed, startling minho, who fell asleep.

He looked you over with pity. "Was it that bad? I thought you and felix were good with eachother. Was he nervous? He'll be better when he calms down-"

"He didn't show up," you groaned.

"What?" Minho stared at you with a blank face.

"Yeah, so tell him to not bother coming here tonight. Did he think it was funny, to play with my feelings like that?"

Minho just shook his head with a troubled expression on his face, but said nothing.

meanwhile, felix was feeling terrible for standing you up. His manager made him stay in the studio longer than expected, saying he needed to practice more before his artist of the month performance. He knew it was true, but he still had time, and he wanted to yell at him that he has a private life too, that he was about to go on a date with the girl he's been crushing on for the past three years, but he was too scared to say anything. His phone also died so conveniently, and he couldn't write to you from the mangers phone, not that manager allowed him anywhere near his phone.

Now he was heading back to the dorm slowly, overthinking everything he has ever done that might have put him in this situation. He was met with a furious minho as soon as he opened the door.

"Where have you been?" Minho demanded, looking at him with fury.

"Is she mad?" Felix asked, feeling the headache he got whenever he thought of you hating him.

"Of course she's mad. She thinks you stood her up."

He sat down, thinking that if he'll stand for one mire seconds he will fall. "I didn't mean to. M-my manager made me stay and practice till late. I couldn't say no."

"You couldn't even text her? You know she got mobbed by fans when she handed out of that restaurant?"

Felix's eyes widened. "Really? I had no idea." He got up from the couch, heading back to the entry door. "I gotta go talk to her."

"She said you shouldn't-" but the door slammed before he could finish his sentence. "They're gonna fight like lunatics," he mumbled, dropping back onto the couch.

You heard a knock on the door. You didn't care who it was, you were busy crying into your pillow. "Fuck off!" You yelled, not caring about anything at the moment.

You were startled when you heard a key slide into the lock. "W-who is that?" Only one person had the spare key to your house, and you told him not to show up.

You got up slowly, grabbing the lamp next to your bed, afraid some fan found you or worse. You headed towards the living room, ready to throw the lamp at anyone who you do not recognise, yet the only one you were met with was the blonde boy who stood you up.

You dropped the lamp, not caring that it broke, and turned back around to your bedroom.

"Let me explain!" Felix yelled as he followed you. "Please." His expression changed when he saw your tear stained face, and he seemed even angrier with himself. "We're you crying?"

You shook your head.

"Don't lie, I know you," he said.

"Then why didn't you come?"

"I'm so sorry, yn. My manager made me stay late and practice for the artist of the month. I heard you were mobbed by fans. Are you ok?"

"Yeah," you whispered. "They were excited, but not rude."

He nodded, wiping a tear from your cheek. "I'm gonna make it up to you, alright? Are you hungry? You waited for me all this time."

You nodded. "Yeah, I didn't eat anything since my stage."

"Stay here and watch some TV and calm down, ok? I'll call you when you can come out." Felix gave you a quick hug, gently kissing the top of your head.

"Don't come out unless I tell you to." He reminded you with a shy smile.

You waited in the room, trying to calm down as you heard him fumbling in the kitchen. You tried to choke down your laugh as you heard something drop. "It's all under control!" Felix yelled. "Just clean the pieces!" You yelled back, laughing.

Felix knocked on your door about two hours later. "Come out please." You were happy, for once, that you didn't take the fancy dress off. Felix offered you his arm. You took it, allowing him to walk you down into the dining room, where the table was set with all of your favourite foods, made by felix himself. "But you don't even like this!" You exclaimed as you looked at one of the dishes on the table. Felix took the chair out for you before sitting down, smiling with pure happiness. "But you do," he said. "And that's what matters."

"This is so much better than that restaurant," you said as the two of you were finishing to eat. "Does that mean you forgive me?"

You leaned forward, caressing felix's face. "Yeah," you said softly, pulling him into a kiss. Your first kiss. It was sweet and perfect, everything you imagined it to be.

Felix pulled away first, blush on his cheeks. "Oh, and I almost forgot-" He added, somewhat startled as he opened the oven - "there’s also brownies."