#[threads: felix]

[tyongf-nct]

text threads - stray kids

how each skz member would respond to your request for period products

this is my first time doing a text thread post like this so any tips would be greatly appreciated 🤗

[starrynightskies12]

[miyamiwu]

Before I get lost in the new TBHX sauce, lemme just promote the VeiFei Nation server one last time:

Invite link has no expiry, but it’s limited to only ten uses. However, after clicking the invite, you’re not automatically admitted as a server member. You have to first go through an application process by answering 5 simple questions (3 of which are multiple-choice).

I find big servers scary, so I’d like to keep the veifei server small but cozy. Better a small group where you actually get to talk with every person at one point than big community servers where you’re lost in a sea of strangers. So, the mods and I will vet every member that joins. We won’t ask personal questions. We just need to know if you’re a good fit for the server:

You’re a real person

You’re enthusiastic about the ship

You’re at least 18 (coz the server is adults-only)

You’re not strict with top-bottom dynamics

Then even after you’re granted entry, there are a few more steps you have to take before you can access all channels. (And nope, you can’t laze around and skip these because our bot Feifei will ensure you actually do them.)

But once you’re in, it’s actually pretty chill. Almost everyone who ships VeiFei here on Tumblr is part of the server btw, so you might as well just join (✿◡‿◡)

Just one last thing: Only two member applications are approved per week. So if you signed up and haven’t instantly heard back from us, then the limit for the week has probably been reached and you’ll just have to wait. This limit is personally for my own sake because it takes me a while to adjust to new people, I am so sorry 🙈

[abnomi]

AUUUU i have got to draw Ralph Felix Vanellope and Calhoun so badly, but Turbo has taken over my mind, the foul parasite that he is. i wanna draw so many other characters too, but i dont wanna get too ahead of myself because hoooooh boy ive already made a billion different plans that i may or may not follow through with.

also...80s boyfriends...Oh my godness... ive been so focused on selfship stuff but i love love love the potential dynamics that can be explored with those two. goody two shoes nice guy tries to fix a strange unwashed corpse looking fellow who appears to constantly be on the verge of death and additionally suffers from a severe lack of stability in his self and identity, but nice guy is too nonconfrontational to truly make any progress, giving way for him to feel responsible for turbo's behavior and thus blaming himself for what happened. Okay

[lostcndfound]

@smolcuriouskitten

Assassinations weren't unheard of as a contract for a Waystone, far from Felix's own wheelhouse, sure, but not unheard of. You didn't send a mimic to merc a guy unless everyone else was busy, or the bosses didn't care about retaining the client. Not because he was incapable, it simply wasn't his specialty.

Fae travel only worked if he knew the specifics, knew exactly where to step out of the paths, otherwise it was guess work and a risk. One not worth it for a job, so he stepped out from the pathways into the brisk city air of the office building's roof. He pulled on a pair of gloves, a nice black leather that matched his perfectly neat suit, and looked around.

Company was unexpected, but didn't miss a beat, not even acknowledging how he'd appeared from nowhere, "If you're jumping, can you wait? Maybe give it twenty minutes. I don't need police attention on this place right now."

[visceralprayers]

" hello? " poet knocked on felix's bedroom door, " I drove by and saw your car, wasn't sure if you were getting down and dirty with the little leprechaun. " he made his way inside and lifted his brows, " think you can spare a minute for the person who used to be your favourite? " he wasn't as sour as he liked to pretend, but he wouldn't shy away from teasing felix every chance he got. @wailingbones

[shxfting]

@babyitsmagic sent ☠️ from serena || send ☠ to find my muse beaten and bloody after they’ve been missing for a week (accepting)

“how upset is everyone?” he can barely stand and he should definitely be asking for help before he gets into any of this, but felix isn’t exactly thinking straight. but before he can even worry about himself, he needs to know that the courts haven’t fall into chaos. that things are still okay. maybe, hopefully neva’s managed to keep this from his family.

[ollieolzzz]

@ mixsethaddams 🧵🪡 on X but Cattonquick 🤭

drugdealer!Felix| Baby!Oliver | Hinted Dom Oliver

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Felix Catton is a dealer for the filthy rich collage kids and the elite. He has everything they need for them to have a good time.

Felix Catton has everything. The drugs, the money, a powerful last name and Baby.

Nobody has ever seen baby, rumor is that the Felix Catton has a boyfriend.

It wasn’t like Felix kept it a secret. Quite the opposite really, Felix would never tire of showing Ollie off. He just preferred to keep his professional and personal as separate as possible. His customers weren’t worthy of laying eyes on Oliver’s beauty. His cunning eyes and ever sharper tongue, his plush lips, the drawl in his words from his accent. The way he would look at Felix when he was down on his knees telling him how good he’s doing…

No. They weren’t worthy at all.

So Baby was locked away when deals were being done. Felix always kept him out of sight.

[classicslesbianopinions]

seeing this post get notes again is very funny because while i do still agree with a lot of what i said + i'm glad i was a part of this conversation, it is literally not true that greek meter doesn't come as easily to me as latin does. it's honestly easier i just was like four years behind. i love you hindsight

[prophvtics]

continued from here:

"so? that's- come on." growing weak in the face of felix's belligerence, benny finally dropped the arm he had extended out towards him and let it flop weakly by his side. it shouldn't have been so hard to do something good. the more insistent he had to be, the more embarrassed he felt about the whole situation. maybe he'd gotten a little too excited over the prospect of doing a nice thing for a friend and not thought about what it would feel like to be offered such a large amount of money seemingly out of the blue. "what? no, i'm being serious!" he wasn't sure whether or not to be offended that felix thought that he was lying. the fact that he wasn't the kind of guy who looked like he would be making a living that way had been the main driving force behind his success, though that was hard to explain with how flustered the new turn in the conversation had gotten him. "look it's- i didn't think it was going to go anywhere. i needed the money a-and i thought if i didn't show my face it would all be fine but then people started requesting stuff and it got bigger than i ever thought it would and now i-" before felix could interrupt him, benny reached out and grabbed his wrist, then shoved the wad of cash into his hand and attempted to force his fist shut around it. "i have this. so take the money and we- we never have to talk about this again."

[howdy-cowpoke]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Prickly Pear Acres PARTIES: Daisy (farm hand NPC), Felix (@recoveringdreamer), & Wynne (@ohwynne) SUMMARY: Daisy, Felix, and Wynne are playing a low-stakes game of horseshoes that none of them are particularly good at, chatting and having a good time when they suddenly smell smoke. CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

—

Maybe the party was something Felix needed. With everything going on lately, they felt so much heavier than they were used to. They couldn’t stop thinking about Samir, couldn’t stop hearing that brutal snap that had ended the fight between Razor and Lockjaw. It didn’t help that they’d lost their ability to escape the Pit when Leo forced them into living in the boiler room, either. These days, Felix went from the ring to the boiler room in a way that made it difficult to feel as though he was anything but property of the Grit Pit. The small rebellions he’d planned with Wyatt helped, but they only went so far.

The party would go further. Felix was sure of it, was confident that being here and relaxing would… fix something, even if they weren’t sure what. They’d feel better after a few hours spent with kind people playing party games. They were sure of it.

Even so, they stuck mostly to people they knew. They’d spent most of the day glued to Daisy’s side, taking comfort in her familiarity and trying to convince her to let them help with some of the cleanup that would surely await her at the party’s end. They figured they should probably participate in the actual party, too, though, so when they saw Wynne playing horseshoes, they headed over. “I, um… I think I’ll probably be bad at this,” they greeted Wynne with a sheepish grin. “But it could be fun, right? Do you know the rules? Are there rules?”

—

This was good. After everything that had happened at the farm, all the hands had been delighted by the idea of having a party for them and their friends. They were permitted to invite whoever they pleased, with the mutual understanding that safety and security was paramount. There were some people here that Daisy knew, friends of Monty’s, and many more she did not. But she was excellent at making new friends, and she didn’t mind one bit that Felix had decided she was going to be their chaperone for the evening. They were a sweet young thing, and Daisy adored their gentle, genuine kindness. It was such a hard thing to come by these days!

Following them to greet the person tossing horseshoes, Wynne—who Daisy was somewhat familiar with, having seen them around the farm a few times already, the woman piped up at the question about rules. “First to forty points or whoever has the most points after fifty shoes pitched wins! A ringer, so gettin’ that there shoe around the stake, is three points! Touchin’, leanin’, or within six inches is one point. I think there’s more ‘bout the pitchin’ area n’ all, but that’s far too complex for a little ol’ party game, don’t ya think?” She beamed, leaning over to pick up two horseshoes from the box they were sitting in and passing the pair to Felix. “And I think you’re gonna do great, sweetheart!” She looked at Wynne, still wearing that wide, effortless smile. “I do think we’ve got some stiff competition here, though! Why don’t you start, dear? You’re already warmed up.” 

—

There was something so sweet about Prickly Pear Acres. Ever since their first visit – when they’d gotten Rhiannon – they had returned with pure glee, reveling in the familiarity that came with farmlife. Wynne liked that they could encounter these things without sacrifices and other demonic cult things and that it could be celebrated. It almost all felt like life could be alright. And so they had split from Ariadne for a while to figure out what the games were about, often anxiously checking for a blonde head in the crowd. 

Throwing horseshoes was ridiculous, of course! Horseshoes had a purpose. But most of the ones they were throwing were bendy and rusted, so it was alright and not a waste of resources. Wynne had been attempting to understand how to best go about it before Felix and Daisy arrived. “Oh,” they said, giving them both a smile. “Hi! I think it is fun. I like throwing things without purpose — well, I guess there is a purpose. To win!” They weren’t very competitive, but they could try to be. Even if their opposition was Felix, who they liked a lot and didn’t want to make sad about losing. As Daisy explained the rules, Wynne went to collect the horseshoes they’d thrown, most of them scattered around the stake. (Stake – vampire – barn. Their mind traveled for a moment but they returned to the metal objects in their hands.) 

“Alright!” They returned, putting the horseshoes they’d gathered down save one and threw one. It clinked against the pole but did not circle it. Wynne frowned. “Well. That’s one! I – you go now, Felix. And you, are you playing too, Daisy?” They swallowed and added coyly: “Or are you afraid to lose?”

—

Daisy explained the rules, and it turned out there were a lot of them. Felix wasn’t sure they understood the point system, and they were confident they weren’t going to be good at it. They’d always had poor aim when it came to throwing things, something that had become almost a joke among their siblings when they were young. Hand Felix the ball, and you take on responsibility for whatever vase gets broken when he throws it, their mother had warned, though she’d always done so with a warm smile. Felix took the horseshoe Daisy offered them now, the weight of it different than any baseball they’d ever held. Weird. 

They offered Wynne a smile, deciding that losing to them wouldn’t be so bad, anyway. Wynne deserved a victory or two in the books, Felix thought. (They tried not to think about Wynne at Watcher’s Way, strangely stiff and terrified. This was a much better way to see them. This was how Felix wanted them to be.) 

Already, Wynne threw with more accuracy than Felix thought they could manage. They laughed, taking a step forward. “Uh, do I get points for not hitting a person? That’s going to be my main goal,” they joked, tossing a horseshoe and coming… nowhere close to the pole. “Daisy, you should play!”

—

Nothing made Daisy happier than seeing people she cared for having a good time. Both Wynne and Felix had become just that over the months, and she’d mothered them both in that way she mothered most people from the moment she met them. Hands on her hips and a grin on her face, she watched the friends toss their shoes towards the stake and chuckled at Wynne’s teasing. Splaying a hand over her chest, she shook her head. “Me? Afraid to lose? Why, I don’t think I know the meanin’ of the word! ‘Afraid’, that is. Not lose. I know what losin’ is.” She laughed again, nodding at Felix’s insistence and picking up a horseshoe of her own from the box. “All right, all right, you’ve both convinced me.” Focusing in, the tall woman took a short breath and tossed the shoe through the air, slapping a hand to her forehead when it landed even further away than Felix’s. “Dang! You’d think I’d be a better shot, what with the lasso-in’ n’ all! Guess that’s not a direct translation, huh?” She scurried over to pick up the shoes they’d all thrown, passing them back out again as she joined the others near the box. Noticing a ladybug of all things on Felix’s shoulder, she reached out and coaxed it onto her finger. “Hey, now that’s good luck, love! You might win this after all!”

—

They hadn’t seen much of Felix since the incident on Watcher’s Way, even if they had very much kept in touch. It had just been such an ugly, inexplicable and harrowing moment that Wynne would prefer all thought of it. And so they tried not to think of it now, as they all stood around to try and win a very silly game. It was a good distraction, a good way to look at the world through rose-tinted glasses and pretend it was all so very simple.

They watched both Felix and Daisy miss and there was a giddiness rising in their chest. Even though they weren’t the most competitive person out there, the fact that winning was now a more near reality made them excited. “You both tried very well!” They beamed at Daisy as she returned with the horseshoes, wondering how in the world someone could not know the meaning of the word afraid — both literally and in the way she meant it. “Are you really never afraid?” 

Wynne rocked back and forth on their feet for a moment as they stared at the stake before breathing in and throwing their horseshoe. It missed, falling a foot or two in front of the stake. “Oh!” It was hard not to sound disappointed.

—

It was nice, the idea of relaxing with two friends and enjoying a nice moment. The world had been… a lot lately, to say the very least. There were giant legs sticking out of the ground, there were unknown dangers lurking around every corner. Playing horseshoes with two people they cared for was a nice reprieve, even if they were pretty sure they’d be bad at it. At least they seemed able to make one throw better than Daisy’s, something that brought a small smile to the balam’s face. “I can’t be worse at this than I was at rollerblading,” they quipped, flashing Daisy a grin at the reminder.

They glanced towards their shoulder as Daisy coaxed the ladybug off it, humming thoughtfully. “She’s cute,” they said. “Maybe she’ll bring me some luck. I probably need luck.” Wynne’s question had Felix curious, too. In all the time they’d known Daisy, she’d certainly seemed fearless. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her cower, and there was something so admirable about that. Felix often wished they could be the same, even if they knew it wasn’t how they were constructed. 

“Everybody’s afraid sometimes,” they mused, watching Wynne line up to take their shot. “Right? It’s… human nature.” They glanced uncertainly to Wynne. Neither Felix nor Daisy was human, but they thought Wynne probably was, and they weren’t sure that Wynne knew that they were in the minority with that in this particular trio. Still, they thought, fear wasn’t limited to humanity alone. Felix was afraid most of the time, after all. “Ah, close!” They said as Wynne’s horseshoe fell short. “I guess none of us are really professionals, are we?”

—

If Daisy was honest with herself, of course she felt fear. It might be rare for her, but she still experienced it. That night that the farm had been attacked hadn't given her enough time to be terrified, and she had jumped straight to anger. She'd been furious. Heartbroken. But the fear had come later — when she'd seen Monty withdraw, when she'd seen Kaden trying to help him out of that dark place. When she'd worried about everyone on the farm but herself, afraid that the worst was yet to come.

“Well… sure, you're right. Maybe once or twice in my life,” she conceded with a laugh, watching as Wynne’s toss didn't quite make it to the stake. “No, we certainly are not!” 

Even with lights illuminating the area very well in the darkness of night, their throws seemed to miss more often than not. That was okay, though. Daisy got the feeling they were all having a good time regardless, and felt pretty okay with Wynne still being in the lead. They were a sweet young thing, not unlike Felix, and she was happy to hand over a win. A win for Wynne! 

As they crawled closer to their point goal and the party continued on around them, Daisy felt herself relaxing for what seemed like the first time in months. The boys had been right to suggest something like this, even if she'd been apprehensive at first. This was good. It was needed. 

—

Even though Wynne disliked fear, they were glad to hear that both Daisy and Felix also felt it. It was such a solitary emotion to begin with, so to be alone in the mere experience too would make them feel a little desolate. “I guess it’s true then, if even you have been afraid once or twice, everyone is sometimes!”

Their thoughts were occupied for a moment as they pondered a large question. Eventually they just put it to words: “Are there professionals? I know about professional athletes. I just didn’t know this was also one of those sports.” 

It seemed they were well matched in their mediocrity, which Wynne liked — if one of them surpassed the others, it would become a little boring quick. They were just about to throw their last horseshoe that would be a deciding factor in their placement when their focus was disturbed with an odd smell, and then a blazing sight.

One of the barns was on fire. Their arm fell slack, horseshoe still in their hand. “Daisy …” Their other arm pointed up at the flames.

—

There was some relief in knowing that even people Felix found infallible, like Daisy, felt fear from time to time. Some days, they worried that the fluttering in their chest and the dryness of their throat that they couldn’t quite get away from marked them as a coward. After all, hadn’t they proven themself as such? Didn’t they prove it time and time again when they flinched away from silly things like raised voices or unexpected sounds? Knowing that Daisy, too, felt fear made it feel less shameful. Even knowing Wynne — who was not quite untouchable in the sense Daisy seemed to be — felt afraid sometimes offered some relief. More than anything, Felix wanted to not be alone. Here, with this game of horseshoes, they felt like they weren’t. 

“There are professionals in every sport, I think!” They replied, tossing another horseshoe. Like most of their throws so far, it was pretty far off the mark. “There’s a professional cornhole league! My sister used to say she was going to be a part of it one day.” 

The game went on, all of them scoring small amounts of points in a way that made it a low-scoring nail-biter. Despite this, Felix felt energized. Competition was rarely a thing they were allowed to have fun with. In the Grit Pit, it was very life or death. Here, it was low stakes. Here, they were among friends. 

It was a shame such things could never last.

They smelled the smoke seconds before Wynne pointed out the flames. Fear fluttered in their chest once more, the familiarity of it doing little to soften its blow. Someone was shouting, and then someone else joined in. And then, there was a loud bang, and Felix flinched. They glanced around the party, eyes wide. “What — Who’s that?”

—

“Yeah! I bet there is!” Daisy agreed with a laugh, enjoying the thought of people taking this game really seriously with uniforms and all. She couldn’t fathom what the proper and most advantageous technique for winning would be, but that was okay. They were just here to have some fun!

The deadened sense of smell that came with zombiehood meant that Daisy had no idea anything was wrong until they realized that Wynne wasn’t throwing their last horseshoe. Her smile fell slightly into a look of amused confusion as she cocked her head at them. “What is it?” She followed Wynne’s pointing hand with her eyes, turning around to see one of the barns on fire. 

Not again she thought, flinching with the rest of them as a loud bang met their ears. She was about to shout at them both to leave, but then Monty was tearing past them toward the stable, followed closely by Kaden. Feeling fear and anger fighting for dominance, Daisy was frozen in place for a moment. “We need to leave,” she finally got out, turning to look at Felix and Wynne. “Both of y’all need to leave.”

—

The smell of fire brought back memories both happy and sad, though it was the latter that took over their mind. The barn, the rituals and now this, the farm. Fire wasn’t part of the program, Wynne was certain of it, and that certainty was affirmed when they saw Daisy’s response. Their fingers clutched around the horseshoe, a bit of strong and sturdy metal that was better than their sole knuckles.

They looked around for the blonde they’d come here with but did not find her, though they did see Kaden and Monty rushing towards the stable, which was also caught on fire. “The horses!,” they exclaimed and without giving it much thought they did as Daisy said. Wynne left, tearing after the hunter and the zombie towards the stallions. They hoped that outside superstition worked in their favor and that the horseshoe in their hand would bring some luck.

[manybcdthings]

astra's apartment

felix and astra @rviner

It didn't matter how many months they were together, Felix had expertly avoided Astra and her mystical star deck. He'd make any quip or joke to make her laugh and avoid some spiritual reading, convinced it'd be vague riddles to undo about himself. That, and the fact he didn't want to know anything else about himself. He hated enough, he didn't need to hate parts of himself he didn't even know existed.

But, Astra.

Astra and her smile and her fluttering lashes. Astra and her laugh. Astra and the way her voice could lower to that soft quiet tone, the way her hand could graze his. Astra and her drugs, too. Tonight, evidently, as she would say, was supposed to be the night. Felix was already laughing as he sat opposite her, crossed legged on her bedroom floor. Their bedroom floor. He watched as she lit incense, shaking it delicately so the flame blew out, the smell cascading around them. "Has it started?" he teased, a grin moving over his lips as he looked around, pretending some sort of presence might be with them. "Am I speaking too loud?" Felix added, scooting slightly closer as Astra prepared her mysterious cards. He watched as one flew out from the deck while she shuffled, a quick whip of a noise that made him chuckle. "Shit, that can't be good."

[insainted]

located : afterglow compound ・ time : april, early morning ・ @murdcrofcrows

Gray had woken up that morning with a boiling in his soul. Usually this gets fixed with tinkering, the myriad of puzzles that gets tossed his way bi-weekly, but nothing in this room sparks joy; half-finished projects that have a deadline he doesn't give a single fuck about, staring at him from every angle of his room-workshop-cell, crawling under his skin like little fire bugs. He's been awake for three hours now, pacing up and down this place that has been gradually chipping away at whatever sanity he was born with, over the course of two years—though this morning feels like an accelerated effort on the room's part.

He hears the click of the lock denying him roaming privileges, and like Pavlov's gremlin, Gray's body propels itself towards the door before the locking mechanism has even finished its execution. Even this faux-freedom doesn't sate the burning in him, something Gray has come to associate with a firestorm of boredom and restlessness, a hurricane that has him almost clawing at walls. Destruction. God, how he wants to set something on fire. Before he can even register moving, Gray finds himself carried along a path well-worn by him over the past two years of his imprisonment, up, up, up this marble prison, to an office where he's the most unwelcome.

If you were to ask Gray what exactly he dislikes about Dr. Felix Estrada, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Everything. The way he smiles, the authority he carries with him, the wrongness of his words and the way he would look so, so much better without a fucking face. There's been occasions where Gray has tried to tear Dr. Estrada's throat out with his teeth, might have succeeded if it hadn't been for the camera, the guards, and his two week confinement in his room thereafter. It stopped him from letting his physically violent impulses towards Dr. Estrada get the better of him, surely. For about a week.

Standing in front of the door, Gray's eyes glide over the smooth material of it, heart pumping in his throat; not from fear, rather than excitement. Just the idea of the blaze sends shivers of gleeful relief down his spine. Or maybe, if Dr. Estrada is in his office, he could make an attempt at setting him on fire? The idea alone sends a surge through his stomach that propels him through the door... finding the office deserted. For now.

Taking a deep breath to fight against the mild disappointment, Gray immediately goes to work gathering as many pieces of paper as he can, dumping them on the fancy looking desk, before pulling out a cotton ball with ash rolled into it, packed tightly to form an almost dirty, dark stick. The next phase has him pull out a piece of metal and, setting the cotton down on the desk, Gray starts creating friction with the piece of metal and the desktop.

So engrossed in trying to get the ash to set the cotton on fire, he doesn't quite hear or notice the door open until the displacement of air snaps him out of the reverie and his head pulls up quickly, a growl escaping him as he looks over the tiny figure that intruded upon his very important work. "I'll rip your head off, fuck off," he snarls, narrowing his eyes as he lowers his centre of gravity, half-way a defensive stance, half-way an animal ready to pounce.

He hasn't even gotten to the fucking fire yet.

[lovesspell]

Location: Xander's Apartment Starter for @hearthandhallows

Xander took a moment, even taking another bite of cake before he said anything. He thought about messing with them and making a sarcastic joke before telling the truth but from the way Felix had presented the cake, he felt like it was only right to take it seriously. "That seriously may be the best cake I've ever had, Felix. And I'm not just saying that to say that. Like," he paused and took another big bite both to prove his point and because he had been craving it almost immediately after his last bite. "The guys at the firehouse would go wild for something like this." He finally sat back and put his fork down, patting his stomach gently. "Thanks for that, needed something good after a day like today. Hey, I got something I need your nerdy opinion on though," he told them. Xander didn't always consider himself the smartest person. He didn't want to be but he knew he could probably read more and fill his life with more culture. He at least was interested in music but beyond that most of his hobbies were related to fitness or maintenance related work.

He got up from the chair in his living room to retrieve something from his bedroom. "I figure I should try to I don't know, read more, see what's going on out there. And like, comic books count, right? But I bought these at some yard sale recently, no idea if they're worth it," he told Felix and set the comic books down on the table. "Uh I think one is like X-Men and the other two are something called Watchmen. You ever heard of it? I don't know, my younger brother was always into this more than me."

[lostcndfound]

@ofmagicallonging

Felix wasn't sure what he expected. There was never going to be a quiet, private moment where his family met Robin and gushed over their return. It just wasn't their way. Still. The level of pageantry it was clear his mother was gearing up for in the court was a lot to spring on someone from outside. He got it, a big dramatic story of a wayward prince and the romantic ending, they needed to sell it to the citizens. It needed to be flashy, and that level of required preparation. But she could've given them a day at least.

The court's external buildings circled a large amphitheatre cut into the stone, which was full of life as people ran about, following the demands of a tall, elegant woman with curved horns dripping in silver and jewels, and a long fur coat that trailed behind her.

Far away, against the walls, Felix let out a long sigh. "I suspect that we're in for a long night, butterfly." He placed a hand against Robin's back, "If you want to rest at all, we should try not to draw attention." If someone saw them it would be over in a crowd of excitement, and they'd never get a moment alone to just settle in. "We should get you warmed up and alone first, before you're pulled into the spotlight, cause, sweetheart, we are not getting any peace for a week."

[morendodifame]

gabriel pulled open the door, watching as the dogs ran outside to greet the people already climbing out of their cars in the driveway. he smiled, itching his jaw, before stepping out on the porch and whistling loudly for their return. " still ain't so sure we should have extended the invite to so many people... if your dad turns up, ain't that gonna be weird? " he glanced towards dakota, grimacing, " we can call it quits whenever ya want, darlin', " the man added, wrapping an arm around the younger man.

marisa climbed out of her car, looking over the hood at her husband and trying not to think of her night with brian in placement of the last time she hooked up with chris. she sighed softly, then glanced at the porch, smiling when she saw gabe with dakota, they were pretty cute together, " try to behave, won't you? no picking fights with felix. "

oliver sat in the car, staring up at gabe's house. he was comforted to see dakota, but already nervous about everybody else there. " so, to clarify-- your mom, her husband, your dad, his partner, dakota's parents, your whole family, your best friend and your ex boyfriend... all under one roof... that seems like it could only be good. "

joshua glanced over at kieran's hand as they pulled up the driveway, his lips curling in the corners, wondering why he hadn't proposed years ago. it really did bring him joy to see that ring on their finger. he reached out, pressing a kiss to their knuckle, " do you think your mom has accepted me enough to be happy about this or should I prepare for daggers? "