#we have a long quiz so i'm not about to flunk this because i choose to write greedy naur!!!!!!

[astonmartingf]

born to write fics forced to study molecular biology

#we have a long quiz so i'm not about to flunk this because i choose to write greedy naur!!!!!! #also greedy hahahahahahahaha #i feel so evil doing this to seb #but we work with it 🙂✍️🔥 #but also it's also midterms and we're still doing research i'm about to lose my mind actually

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Hey, L! Long time no ask box see! I hope you're doing amazingly and that the world is being kind to you!! 😊😊😊 Can I get “My expectations for you were low, but somehow, you still failed to meet them.”? For anyone of your choosing, if you don't mind?

Stay safe and hydrated!! 🤗

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NIKKIIIII HELLOOOOO 😩😩🫶🫶🫶✨️✨️✨️✨️

I've been doing ok? I guess? Irl stuff is kicking me hard, but I'm surviving. Thank you for asking. >:']

Fleur angst because we all love that for our golden girl. A bit of a short one/snippet because I do plan to get into more detail with this in the IF.

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God, it's so hard to be good for your age When you know that your work's not good enough for the stage You got the skills of an idiot who got too much praise And your whole damn career just turns into a phase And the fire in your heart is beginning to fade

– Average by Sushi Soucy

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Fleur flinches where she stands.

No noise was the cause of such a reaction, but a soft, cold question being asked.

"What is this?"

On her father's desk is a test paper from the recent Math quiz earlier. It's a 50 points exam full of geometry word problems, worth 10 points each.

The test paper says 46 points over 50.

All because Fleur got the solution and answer for the final question wrong.

"It's just a small mistake, Father." Fleur answers in a quick manner, gaze looking at anywhere but at her father's.

"An idiotic one." Her father cuts her off before she could defend herself more. "I thought you were smart, Fleur."

"I, I am. I just—"

"I had low expectations that you will flunk this simple test, and yet you managed to fail even meeting this. How outstanding."

Her father's voice drips with sarcasm, despite the flat and dull delivery.

Fleur tenses even more, her lungs freezing as her father walks past her to leave his office, though stops just right beside her to put a hand on her shoulder.

"Make sure you do better next time," He tells her in a low voice, and Fleur holds back the urge to wince, "or else there will be consequences for your failure. You and I both know we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Fleur can only manage to do a shake her head stiffly, her voice coming back in a weak murmur after swallowing down the lump in her throat. "N-no, Father..."

"Good. You're always so cooperative. Any parent will be proud to have a child like you." His hand removes itself from her shoulder, a mild smile forming on his face. "Get yourself ready. We're going out in an hour."

And Fleur is left in this hellish box that screams everything about her father.

She rubs at her shoulder, where her father's hand once was.

It burns, and it will bruise tomorrow.

#prompt #Fleur #Parents #Jules #legend-of-a-savior-if