#Silver Snow (Felix)

[wydra2021]

The only 2 I can pair my Byleths with

Cant change my mind

[zevfern]

Some more of my M!Byleth (named Rorann in my playthroughs) headcanons. This time, I'm sharing ones from my Silver Snow route:

In this timeline, Rorann is grumpier than his counterparts in the other 3 timelines, so at times he can be quite blunt with his students, even though he's always willing to help them. This Rorann then connects with a different crop of students than the two previous Roranns, such as Linhardt, Lysithea, and Felix. Felix in particular becomes Rorann's favorite student, as his no nonsense approach to swordplay is very similar to his own, and he appreciates his brutal honesty. As for Felix, he believes that Rorann embodies an ideal he seeks to follow: fighting for the living, not the dead. His defection from the Blue Lions, and return to Garreg Mach to join the Resistance Army, is one of the key factors in the Army's defeat of Adrestria in Enbarr.

(Why yes, I do like recruiting Felix in non-BL routes. While there is a ton of added angst in his Monastery conversations post-timeskip, I think it's still consistent with his character: Felix seeks to fight with real purpose, and you can help him find that purpose whether with his homeland and childhood friends, or not.)

Some days after their canonical C support, Rorann invites Manuela out to dinner. Despite thinking it's out of pity for the other night's incident, Manuela accepts. The two enjoy their time out, and plan more dates. On one of those dates, the two have a heart to heart over a bottle of wine where both admit their faults, with the two both fearing they'll end up alone due their reputations; Manuela as an unkempt hot mess, and Rorann as an emotionless killer. The two end up in the same bed that night, cautiously optimistic about each other. Rorann and Manuela's burgeoning relationship brings the Black Eagles and the Golden Deer classes together, especially in the aftermath of Manuela's stabbing, where Rorann takes over classes for the two houses for the month leading up to the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. By the time of the Establishment Ball, the two are nearly inseparable. Jeralt for his part is pleased his son's found someone to keep him company, though he unfortunately does not get to live to see the wedding.

(because both Rorann and Manuela are adults pre-timeskip, I don't think they need to wait for the post-timeskip period to be a couple. The only thing that they would need to wait for would be the ring, for both in canon and headcanon reasons. The headcanon reason is because Rorann hesitates to propose before the Battle of Garreg Mach, therefore leaving the poor songstress wondering "what if?" for 5 long years. Manuela finally gets that proposal when they reunite.)

Edelgard is a mystery to Rorann. The aloof, often unemotional princess appears to him to be what some believe he to be, but as the year progresses, he sees cracks in her facade, and attempts to further open them. Edie for her part slowly begins to confide in Rorann, sharing the story of her imprisonment, the deaths of her siblings, and her second Crest. Professor and student reach out to each other, only for misunderstandings and outbursts to undue the progress the two make (such as during the Remire Tragedy, or after Jeralt's murder). After she reveals herself as the Flame Emperor, allied with his father's murderers, Rorann wonders whether Edelgard really wanted to connect with him, win him over to her cause, or if she was only trying to assuage her guilt by association. He does not hesitate to stand against her both in the Holy Tomb and at their reunion 5 years after the fall of the Monastery.

(Unlike most of her detractors on the internet, I don't see any sort of "waifu" treatment watering down who Edelgard is: a stoic, willful but sometimes conflicted young woman who knows her path will bring death and yet also feels like she must walk it in order to [in her eyes] save the world from those that would control it. I really liked how you could lose support points with her if you reached a conclusion she didn't want you to reach, or if you reacted with the same disgust she did to the Tragedy of Remire, it made interacting with her unique compared to the other two lords. I may not like who she is, but she's a fantastic character, one of my favorite anti-villains. Her being an anti-villain is something I'll expand on in my CF headcanons.)

After the Holy Tomb Incident, nearly the entirety of the Garreg Mach student body rallies around Rorann, promising to fight the Empire's forces and protect the monastery. Rorann is touched, and is moved to tears when they return to join the Resistance Army. While he never doubted the Black Eagles (including recruits), he never expected to have such an impact on the other student's lives to have them return and pledge themselves to him. This bolstering of Church/Resistance forces proves crucial in their success, and they even add to their ranks as the campaign marches on.

(In my opinion, Silver Snow is the route where recruiting nearly everyone works best for the storyline. I recruited most of the units I hadn't recruited yet after the Holy Tomb Incident, with the only exceptions being Sylvain and Hilda.)

Rorann is of two minds regarding Rhea: he thinks she's a kind woman who cares for those under the Church of Seiros. On the other hand, he also thinks she can be ruthless and callous, especially after the killing of Matthias. He understands why his father Jeralt would run away with him after his mother's death, as well as seeing his newborn son's condition. When Rorann finally gets the truth out of Rhea, he doesn't have much time to process it before she goes berserk. He will later admit to regret killing her, as he never got to come to terms with her or his origin while she was living.

(I don't hate Rhea, but I think her single minded pursuit of her mother's resurrection meant she had blinders on to anything happening outside of the Church of Seiros. Maybe if she had moved on she may have been able to further help Fodlan develop, as well as prevent the various tragedies that set the plot of the game in motion. Seiros died for her sins.)

Notable Endcards/Pairings from my Silver Snow run:

Rorann/Manuela (the only M!Byleth endcard I got through gameplay that mentions him having kids. Manuela's incredible, managing to juggle being a queen, royal doctor and mother!)

Felix/Bernadetta (this route was where I first saw their supports, and I fell so in love with this ship to the point where I started reading fanfiction. Some of the Felibern fics I've enjoyed include A Tough Nut to Crack, the Varley Files, Castle of Solitude, and I Fought The War [But The War Won])

Ferdinand/Mercedes (because apparently I only like rarepairs for Ferdie. It doesn't help that all of his rarepairs are so good)

Dorothea/Linhardt (I like how she pushes Lin to keep his noble status when he usually discards it post-game)

Petra/Caspar (enemies to lovers, except the enemies were their parents and they're the lovers)

Alois, unpaired (good to have him around as the new Captain of the Knights of Seiros)

Leonie/Raphael (contrary to what their endcard says, they stay on as Knights of Seiros under Rorann)

Marianne/Lorenz (not that big of a fan, but I didn't want either to stay single ;-;)

Flayn/Ignatz (disappointed that it's relatively platonic, I think they had something going in that A support)

A couple of repeats from my other runs (Ashe/Annette, Ingrid/Seteth because I didn't recruit Sylvain, single Lysithea)

[sotiredmostnights]

thanks everyone who voted!! 💖🤗

apparently i had gotten 15 chapters into a save file, and lo and behold, i've already unlocked s-rank with manuela!! 😳😳😳 i just have to speedrun the last few chapters to make it ✨ official ✨

[minnies-puppydoll]

Lucky’s KinkMas Event!

Join me for the 12 days of KinkMas with Twelve different filthy fics! 🐶

Take a look at the Menu!

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12/01 ~ Snow Bitten •.*❄️

summary: you beg chan to play in the snow with you, but who knew it would be that cold? but don’t worry, he’ll always be there to warm up his favorite little girl.

tags: daddy kink, caretaker roles, praise, comfort, more coming soon….

12/04 ~ Gift Wrapped~*🎁

summary: what’s the best way to spend time with your lover if you aren’t tied up? minho found a new skill to teach his viewers, and you just so happen to be the test dummy.

tags: hard dom!minho, bondage, camming, vibrator, more tags soon….

12/07 ~ The Real Present . *💐

summary: you notice how stressed out changbin has been recently about christmas planning, and you just want to show him how much you appreciate him and give his beautiful body a break.

tags: body worship, cum eating, hickeys, more tags soon….

12/09 ~ Galaxy of Lights •*.🎄

summary: your boyfriend, hyunjin, takes you on a romantic date to see the christmas lights. but, while driving, he has so many words to say to you, and so many things he wants to do.

tags: car sex, semi-public, oral fixation, confessions, more tags soon….

12/11 ~ Goodnight Moon~*🌙

summary: your boyfriend, jisung, wants to stay up till midnight to see santa, but he needs something to keep him awake and occupied till midnight.

tags: cum eating, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, more tags soon….

12/14 ~ Red Nose}~*.•🦌

summary: a harmful argument with your lover, felix, ends in a flurry of words you both didn’t mean. you make up on christmas eve of all days, and your body can’t deny how much you’ve missed him.

tags: dacryphilia, facefucking, slight angst, degredation, more tags soon….

12/16 ~ Broken Toys >•<*.🐶

summary: you’ve been planning this scene with seungmin for a while, and when a secret present is given to you, he’s fully set on making sure you enjoy your christmas eve.

tags: mean dom! seungmin, puppyplay, slapping, more tags soon….

12/18 ~ Home for Christmas .*🚪

summary: you miss jeongin so much, he’s been away from home for too long on a travel job reporting overseas. when he comes back home unexpectedly, he takes back what he’s been missing.

tags: news reporter!jeongin photo exibitionism, pent up sex, more tags soon….

12/20 ~ Elf on the Shelf~*💫

summary: bangchan decides to bring over his friend to spice up your night, and seungmin decides to show him how it’s done.

tags: seungchan doms, facefucking, kinda gay, more tags soon….

12/22 ~ Christmas Cookie*•.•🍪

summary: you’re single, so your two best friends spend the night on christmas eve. jisung brung some films, and felix made some snacks, but both felt like they had alterior motives.

tags: aphrodisiacs, porn use, kinda gay, oral sex, more tags soon….

12/24 ~ Silver and Gold >•<*☃️

summary: your dom, lee know, is just helping his maknae lose his virginity, and you happen to be the testing doll he uses.

tags: leashes, hair pulling, instructed sex, more tags soon….

12/25 ~ Winter Studies•.*🌨️

summary: hyunjin needs some anatomy references, but he can’t draw while fucking you himself..so when changbin walks in on you modeling for his pictures, he figures it’s the perfect opportunity to get some muscle references too.

tags: exibitionism, very gay, messy asf, anal sex, more tags soon….

[lovemni]

۶ৎ (용복) : YOUR WARMTH ALONE ── your sunshine boyfriend ends up bruising himself while trying to skateboard on the snow covered pavement right outside the cabin.

𓍯 bf!felix ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 2.1k ── ༯ DRABBLE, domestic fluff, comfort, bruises, petnames, kisses, corny flirting, slightly worried/upset. ⸝⸝𓂃𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ blonde lixie has been invading my mind recently, not that im complaining.. >< wrote this while listening to twice's new album ;3 changing my theme a bit (lot) heh. comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

the tiny, cozy cabin was nestled, in the quiet arms of the snowcapped hills, framed by a winter that seemed softer than usual, as though it too wanted to protect the pair inside. snow cascaded gently outside, flakes falling like whispered secrets onto the untouched slopes of the village. the windows of the wooden loft—frosted around the edges—offered glimpses of a world washed in silver, a serene contrast to the warmth pooling within.

the room held an intimate stillness, the kind that could only exist between two people who’d shared years of quiet moments together. the air was thick with the scent of pinewood, faint traces of cinnamon from earlier tea, and the earthy crackle of the fireplace that painted the walls with flickering amber light. shadows danced on the polished wooden floor, illuminating the textured grain of the pine boards, aged with stories of other winters.

she sat on the plush, woven rug—a deep brown flecked with hints of cream—atop her boyfriend's knees, her legs drawn up loosely to her chest. her skin glowed in the firelight, the straps of her thin top slipping off her shoulders with careless ease, revealing glimpses of lace along her collarbone and the soft curve of her waist. her shorts were loose, brushing against her thighs, and her toes peeked out, cold against the carpet despite the warmth of the room. a stray strand of her hair fell across her face, but she didn’t brush it away, too focused on her task.

he sat beneath her, leaning back against the base of the sofa, his legs sprawled open and his head slightly tilted. damp strands of his blonde hair clung to his temples, catching the firelight like spun gold. his skin, kissed by the faintest flush from the heat inside, bore fresh, angry scrapes and bruises—pale streaks on the otherwise perfect canvas of his arms, chest, and neck. he wore nothing but sweatpants slung low on his hips, the fabric pooling against his ankles as though it, too, had surrendered to the room’s languid warmth.

the small wooden coffee table near them held a folded linen towel and the remnants of a first-aid kit, its contents scattered with quiet precision. her hand moved slowly, a damp cotton swab tracing the length of a scrape along his collarbone. she was careful but firm, her brows knitted in an expression of muted frustration. he didn’t flinch, much. instead, his gaze was fixed on her—soft and unhurried, studying the way the light wrapped around her like a second skin. his lips, slightly swollen from a split, quirked into a faint, rueful smile when she muttered something under her breath.

the loft was small but cozy, a space that felt lived-in despite being rented. the walls were honey-colored, planks of smooth wood rising to meet an a-frame ceiling where beams crossed like an embrace. a single pendant light hung from above, casting a warm yellow glow that mingled with the flicker of the flames. in the corner, a sheepskin throw lay draped across a rocking chair, and a stack of books sat forgotten on a nearby shelf. the curtains were drawn back just enough to reveal the snowfall, which caught in the firelight and shimmered like stardust.

the heat from the fire clung to the room like a blanket, thick and almost too much, but neither of them moved to open the window. the snow outside seemed worlds away, and in this space—this bubble of warmth and quiet intimacy—they were untouchable. the only sounds were the occasional pop of the wood burning in the hearth and the faint hiss of the snow meeting the glass. silence wove itself between them, heavy and meaningful, as if even words would have felt too loud.

felix sat still as best as he could, leaning against the sofa, but every so often, a slight flinch betrayed him when her cotton swab pressed a little too firmly against one of his cuts.

“don’t move,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with an unspoken frustration that wasn’t entirely anger. her eyes stayed fixed on his chest, focused on cleaning the shallow scrape that ran across his collarbone. she didn’t look up, not even when she felt his gaze on her, warm and unrelenting, as if he could memorize her like this forever.

“sorry,” he whispered, his deep voice so soft it barely reached her ears. there was no playfulness, no cheeky grin. just quiet, earnest apologies that made her heart ache and fold all at once. he winced again, but this time, he quickly bit his lip to stifle any noise.

“felix,” she mumbled, finally meeting his eyes for a moment, her tone firm yet so tender it didn’t carry the weight of real anger. “stop moving.”

he nodded solemnly, his golden hair falling into his freckled face. “i won’t, baby. i promise. sorry.” his lips, slightly swollen from the fall, tugged into a small, apologetic smile, but her gaze had already returned to the task at hand.

she worked with the steady precision of someone who cared too much. her hands moved gently, dabbing at the shallow cut on his lip now, careful not to press too hard. she didn’t say much, but the set of her brows and the soft pout on her lips spoke volumes. she was upset—not angry, not exactly—but worried in the way only someone who loved too deeply could be.

he couldn’t help himself. even as she tended to his wounds, felix’s eyes stayed glued to her. the firelight painted her features in warm hues, and her hair, slightly messy from the day, framed her face in a way that made her look impossibly soft. she was close—so close he could feel her warmth, smell the faint trace of her vanilla lotion mixed with the subtle smokiness of the room. his chest tightened with the weight of his own admiration.

“y/n,” he whispered again, his voice like velvet, coaxing her attention. she didn’t look up. he shifted slightly, just enough to bring his hand to her leg, resting it lightly on her knee, his thumb brushing in soft, absentminded strokes. “love.. i really am sorry.”

her hand paused for the briefest second, but she didn’t reply. instead, she moved to his neck, carefully tilting his chin up with her fingers to get a better angle. the cut there wasn’t deep, but it stood out against his fair skin, and she felt a fresh pang of guilt seeing it. she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her resolve.

his eyes never left her. the soft firelight caught the sparkles in his gaze, turning his brown eyes into molten amber. his freckles, scattered like constellations across his cheeks and nose, seemed to glow, and the gentle curve of his lips—heart-shaped and still pink despite the small cut—made her heart squeeze.

“babe?” he tried again, his voice a little deeper now, but still so tender it felt like a caress.

her eyes flickered up briefly, meeting his gaze, and for a moment, the annoyance she was clinging to wavered. his expression was pure, almost boyish, with the kind of fragility that made her want to gather him up and never let go. she let out a soft sigh, returning her attention to his wounds without a word.

“don’t be mad,” he pleaded, his voice a little playful now, though he didn’t dare move again. “you’re too pretty to be mad at me.”

“felix,” she muttered under her breath, her tone warning but without any real edge. “don’t speak.”

“sorry, sorry,” he said quickly, but the corners of his mouth lifted into a small, almost mischievous smile. “i just missed you, baby. you know that, right?”

she didn’t reply, but her hands slowed slightly as she wiped away the last of the blood from his arm. he took that as his cue, letting his hand slip from her knee to her waist, resting there gently. his touch was warm, grounding, and she let out another small sigh, finally sitting back a little on his lap.

“i’m fine, you know,” he murmured, his other hand coming up to cup her face, brushing his thumb along her cheekbone. “really. you don’t have to worry so much.”

her eyes flickered to his, and this time, she didn’t look away. “you’re not fine, felix. you could’ve really hurt yourself.” her voice was softer now, the frustration melting into something more vulnerable.

“i’m okay,” he insisted, leaning forward slightly so their foreheads almost touched. “and i’m here. with you. that’s all that matters.”

her lips parted as if to argue, but the way he was looking at her—with so much affection it felt like the room had shrunk to just the two of them—made her words falter. she hated how easily he could do this to her, how his angelic smile and soft voice could unravel her in seconds.

oh, one can never really stay mad at this angel.

“don’t do it again,” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible, but he caught it.

“i won’t,” he promised, sealing it with a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. “i swear, baby.”

and just like that, her resolve broke. she leaned into him, letting her head rest against his shoulder as his arms came up to wrap around her, holding her close. the snow continued to fall outside, but inside, the world had never felt warmer.

his arms tightened around her as she leaned into him, her weight settling lightly against his chest. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there as if he could apologize a hundred times through touch alone.

for a while, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the faint whistle of the wind outside. then felix broke the silence with a quiet chuckle.

“you know,” he murmured, tilting his head so he could see her face better. “i think the skateboard might have it out for me. you think i should sue?”

she let out an involuntary snort, quickly stifling it by burying her face against his shoulder. “your fault for thinking you’re tony hawk in the middle of a snow-covered town.”

“hey, i was trying to impress you,” he defended, his deep voice dipping into a mock whine. “how was i supposed to know the ground would be slippery?”

“it’s snow,” she deadpanned, pulling back just enough to give him a pointed look. “what did you think it would be? a trampoline?”

felix blinked at her, then broke into a sheepish grin, his freckles scrunching adorably. “okay, fair point. but you looked really curious watching me from the window, so…”

she rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched in spite of herself. “you’re lucky i love you, otherwise, i’d let you bleed out next time.”

he gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “so cold, babe! i thought you were the sweet one in this relationship.”

“sweet?” she echoed, arching a brow as she reached for the first-aid kit again. “i’m literally the one patching you up after your dumb stunts.”

“because you love me,” he teased, his voice dropping into a sing-song tone.

she shook her head, biting back a smile as she gently applied a fresh bandage to his collarbone. “don’t push your luck, lixie.”

“too late,” he quipped, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. his hair, still damp from his earlier shower, tickled her skin, and she swatted at him half-heartedly.

“lix!” she protested, laughing now despite herself.

he grinned wide, his heart-shaped lips pulling into the kind of smile that could melt even the iciest resolve. “there she is. my y/n. knew i could get you to smile.”

“barely,” she muttered, but her cheeks betrayed her with a soft blush.

he chuckled, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. “you’re terrible at staying mad at me, love. it’s one of your best traits.”

she scoffed, but her head found its way back to his shoulder, her fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of his sweatpants. “next time you try to impress me, just.. don’t involve gravity.”

“deal,” he said easily, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. “but for the record, i still think i looked cool for, like, two seconds before i fell.”

“sure,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “you were the picture of elegance.”

“see? you do get it,” he said, laughing as she groaned and playfully shoved at his chest.

“i love you.”

“i love you so much more, darling.”

and just like that, the tension dissolved into kisses, laughter and warmth, the kind that only they could share. outside, the snow kept falling, but inside the house cabin, all was right in their little world again

[bluejutdae]

• Stray Kids as very specific vibes | OT8

Chan: brushing your teeth side by side, making sure the other sleeps enough, late night city dates, plaids, dimples, racing each other on the street, spraying perfume on pillow cases, trying new stuff, 3 am runs at the grocery store, trust, last minute flights, glass clinking, lightnings, early morning fog.

Minho: reading books to each other, cat cafés, cooking together, the crackling of the fireplace, the first snow of the season, camping and fishing, quiet acts of service, giving each others silly gifts, cats stickers all over the house, warm blankets and cups of tea.

Changbin: vanilla scented candles, gym dates, sharing food, laughing carelessly, meeting the families, kissing on the shoreline, summer days, sea salt on your skin, warm hands, blowing on birthday candles, quality time, feeling safe, warm bathrobes, the smell of fresh laundry.

Hyunjin: paint stains, oversized shirts, matching nail polish, staring into each other's eyes, waking up in the middle of the night, heart wrenching movies, holding hands, whispers at night, talking about true love, soulmates, words of affirmations, sharing a blanket, museum dates.

Jisung: hysteric laughing, iced americanos, playing catch, fixing hair behind the ear, sharing earrings, falling asleep on the floor, neon lights, chapped lips and bitten nails, sharing earbuds, calming tones, shaking hands, goodnight pecks, dreaming of flying, Icarus poems, silver jewelry.

Felix: late night train rides, sitting on a car roof to watch the sun rise, the fresh water of a pool, the relaxing presence of your best friend, videogames, arcades games, golden hour, pretty smiles, silly tattoos, sharing playlists, trying new food, learning to braid hair.

Seungmin: study dates, white and baby blue flowers, coffee stained pages, journals and diaries, house keys, silly key chains, good morning videocalls, matching outfits, the warm wind on a summer night, the smell of oranges in the air, the feeling of belonging, tight hugs.

Jeongin: the glint of the snow, cold hands around warm chocolate, daily outfit pics, playgrounds, pranks, sharing secrets, watching reality shows, watching the full moon, counting stars, no fear of being judged, first love, setting goals, singing out loud into fake microphones.

[the-name-stealer]

hello!!! Intro time!!!

Hi!!! Call me anything.

I steal names!

If you want your names removed, reblog/send ask/ privately message me! I answer anons so it’s hard to sort through who is okay with it.

Give me your name. Or someone else’s. I’m not picky.

names I’ve stolen: (will tag if they have blogs+who gave it to me if it was someone else)

Noah 1

bugg 2

Oakley :3

Rebekah (from @biggesthuskersimp589)4

Willow (^^)5

Lewis (^^^)6

Olivia(^^^^)7

all of @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan nicknames! 8

Samah! ( @that-0ne-sam)9

Bill Cipher! ( @billcipher-rpblog)10

Maryland! ( @maryland-officially)11

Hawaii! ( @hawaii-official)12

Lep! ( @leprechaun-stealerofgold)13

Squeaky! ( @postalignments)14

James! ( @more-trans-beans) 15

Pyramid Steve! (From @billcipher-rpblog, taken from @i-amsteve)16

Khriz! (From @the-lunacy-system taken from @khrizantema9869)17

Kaitlyn! ( @literal-trans-beans)18

buck! (By @17ghostsinatrenchcoat)19

Alivia! (^^)20

Cataclysm, Nibiru, Roav, 7-3, Ælr, nobaru! ( @planet-of-cataclysm)26

Holden! ( @hadoom) 27

quinn, ruin, yuri, and nikolai! ( @throat0fdelusion)31

penny, Margret, Samantha, Emu, and Warren! ( @pennyroyald)36

silver & milky! ( @official-milky-way)38

anon (anon) 39

PSR J0437-4715 & 1rxs. ( @1rxs-offical) 41

Rian (taken permanently from @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan) 42

neon! ( @neoninglitchen) 43

Katelyn ( @katiewolf) 44

banana, mango, grape, orange, melon, and lemon ( @fruit-tree-system) 50

Monaco ( @officially-monaco)51

peachy ( @importantpeachfury) 52

Colorado ( @colorado-real)53

Oregon ( @oregon-officially)54

North Carolina ( @the-fr-north-carolina-totally)55

Michigan ( @michagan-the-state)56

Violet ( @violetthediamondsblog)57

Vitreous ( @vitreous-official)58

faye! ( @f4y3w00d5)59

Misa! ( @minimuppetmisa)60

nɒʜɈƎ/γnnɒɔƧ ( @₴₵₳₦₦Ɏ₴-฿₳₵₭) 62

Liechtenstein ( @offical-liechtenstein)63

Jalapeño ( @floatingcamel23)64

Logan (permanently taken from @pennyroyald) 65

Rachel Roth ( @half-a-goat)66

Dubois (anon) 67

unknown entity of darkness ( @unknown-entity-tm) 68

Rose/Róża, Minty, Kali, Noodle, & Thing. ( from @blog-of-some-dummies given by @pennyroyald) 73

In-n-out burger ( @in-n-out-burger-official) 74

Diafain (anon) 75

🐍💍 (anon) 76

Tori Simons (anon)77

Felhair de Ziaman ( @pennyroyald) 78

Britain ( @real-british-empire) 79

Carl Fredrick Wilhelm Johannes Maximillian Napoleon Zeus von Neumann the Amazing the Great the Protector of Domestic Tranquillity, ForMemRS. (Anon) 80

Zero ( @z3r0th3h3r0) 81

Tereza (permanently taken from anon) 82

marsh,syll,silk , mallow, mochi, pastel, lucid, Celes, Limetta, maria, Felix, theo, Axel, alex, aqua, nova, aster, caelus, Doku, Aurous, ann, lucas, luca, lucean, jack, phi, ray, peace, alba, chaos, tart, cake, Led, Charlie, Lamba, Xeno! (Anon) 118

Snow ( @sn0w-o) 119

Fiona, Talia, Mable, Boa, Egg, Clise, Pancake, Hypnos, Elysia, Seraphina, Agnes, Marceline, Claire, Noelle, butterscotch, frigg, soup, strawberry, marsia, beate, makoto, sock, bug, Florian, bea, Rosalina, marinella, Finka, nada, Yuri, sky, Olivia, fischl, cinnamon, amity, Ada, Lenora, Aida, Romy, Lys, Eliana, Cherie, océane, Esther, marcille, Astrid, Clara, Lacey, flowers, natsuki, sayori, Petra, Aphrodite, hatsune, crimson, viola, Jenny, juniper, Annie, marie,Tina, kanaya, Callie, Bonnie, Velma, Phoebe, Sabrina, Tori, Natalie, Kim, love, Corey, Courtney, misty, Yasmin, Laika, Tabitha, primrose, Beatrice, circe, johnette, temmie, gumi, himiko, Anne, nessa, Sonia, akane, Diane, Miku, merlin, adagia, miyu, aradia, Illya, azure, maya, Mira, marina, Andromeda, Alya, Stella, celestia, Celeste, nova, Lyra, hope, April, pearl, amber, violet, Kirra, clover, iris, calliope, blossom, Millie, tulip, Bibi, amy, Reyna, ambrosia, page, Leah, Charlie, Lilith, ellsee, maki, edeustus, ellie, Samantha, Amelia, Tiffany, Alyssa, Luna, caoimhe, Judith, Natalie, kumatora, aurelie, Kate, moon, nerisse, serenity, Lara, Sarina, Vanessa, Monica, cherry, Helena, Sophia, tiki, luzia, Laura, Juliette, aurora, corrin, annette, Hilda, madalena, Anna, ivy, Cynthia, byleth, caeda, Alexandrea, chell, Maria, mia, Katie, Veronica, Susie, comet, Jessica, eve, Eva, vivisection, heather, Donna, winona, guinivere, Roxanne, Lillian, Octavia, étolie, Marnie, Gaia, daisy, desura, amnesia, sunny, clementine, bocchi, Cara, Agatha, Evelyn, angèle, Louisa, Camila, roseline, louane, Averie, Melina, Lena, minthe, Emma, acorn, Cassandra, bread, willow, raven, kali, Sappho, harmony, mango, Hellan, Katelyn, aria, Elyse, Marnie, blanche, frasie, Freya, Charlotte, amandine,  Vivian, Sylvia, Sarah, Jane, Ashley, Mongolia, Alice, Sydney, pikachu, Michelle, Gowan, Madeline, Ellen, Marissa, Lana, Lilly, Ella, rose, may, Ramona, melody. ( @bitch-with-some-4000-names) 363

Tera , elfilin , carol, taranza ( @tmhj) 367)

ash ( @i-give-worms) 368

Jayne bishop ( @thegreatgeodo) 369

Josie & Scarlett ( @knight-real) 371

sir A. Goetia. ( @pennyroyald) 372

swiper ( @mronion) 373

grammarly ( @unofficially-grammarly) 374

Walmart ( @walmart-the-official)375

Whataburger ( @whataburger-possibly-official) 376

Vemödalen ( @no-such-thing-as-originality) 377

Sydney (Anon) 378

roselyn (anon) 379

Saioa (anon) 380

hygiea 10 ( @hygiea-official)381

Alex, Allen, Asher, Caelus, Calxe, Dalisay, Ennui, Fae, Joy, Kai, Li, Liit, Loe, Mia, Nemo, Nihil, Noël, Pelex, Sasha, Somnus, Tama, Ramasses, Rin, Rowan, Willow, Zephyr, Zora ( @joyliit) 400

Alexandria (taken permanently from ^^)401

James/jamie and Martin/marty ( @throat0fdelusion) 403

Caesar & Charlie ( @caesars-crazed-ramblings) 405

Cosmo or Nyx! ( @spacecatdraws) 407

Africa ( @pennyroyald) 408

choccy milk, shortcake, cakepop, mossy ( @analog-autistic) 412

Michael (anon)413

Sally (anon) 414

blue (anon)415

William Shakespeare (<-never heard of the girl/j) ( @shakespeare-official-account) 416

Haejin Min ( @the-name-gifter) 417

fae ( @the-name-asker) 418

vee ( @urlocaldisaster) 19

Dr. Graves ( @the-gimmick-scp-researcher) 420

Zeus (anon) 421

Copi-Copi, Elemento, Adjetivo, Mente en Blanco, Chaucha, Yo Soy, Calugoso, Duquesa, Reina, Coliforme, Tepo-Tepo, Yo no Fui, Fierro Malo, Palmerita, Neumatex, Cortachurro, Etcétera, Maletín, Duque, Guasón, Jefe, Moneda, Cucky, Pelusa, Tía, Legui, Reality, Chester, Chu, Ro, Playita, Palmera, Señor, Re Frito, Pescado, Chamuyo, Calendario, James Bond, Rata, Cabeza de Chaya, Neumático, Repetido, Añico, Rucia, Gonzo, Chino, Cortéz, Albertito, Also, Cabecita, Bigote and Mutante (anon) 473

jaiden and blook ( @blookdoeswhatever, @jaidentheautisticwurm) 475

jaya (anon)476

erik ( @glitched-out-mess) 477

Caoimhe, Saoirse, Niamh, Ciara, Roisín, Darragh, Meabh, Aoife, Eoghan, Fionn, Siobhan, Tagdh, Donncha, Aisling, Sadhbh, Muireann, Doireann, Sorcha, Síle and Aoibhe ( @can-i-explode-now) 497

john smith (anon) 498

anons deadname (anon) 499

rian (anon) 500!

bruce wayne 501

secret 502

Andrea, Evan, and Jon ( traded by @half-gey-freak-of-nature) 505

Hannah, Bob, and Anina! :) (from @text-inverter) 508

508

6/50 states

Items:

frog

worms x3

an Olive Garden I guess???

names that are given to us will be under #name giver

and names we steal will be under #name stealer

all asks will be under #name stealer questions

colors are just random colors we associate with the name given.

that’s all for now! Bye!

[flightfoot]

hi there! i’m not entirely sure if you’re okay with people asking for fic recs, and if you’re not please feel free to ignore this!! but i really value your opinion on things and was wondering if you knew of any good fics of ml lovesquare domestic fluff lol. i would love to hear about what you personally enjoyed! :)

Oh yeah, sure! I don't know whether by "domestic fluff" you're talking about just fics that have Adrien and Marinette be married and aged-up, or whether you also just mean more generally Lovesquare fluff of them hanging out with each other. I'll see what I can do.

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48 Hours To Make You Love Me by @mysticraven20

“When did you stop?” “Stop what, M’Lady?” “Stop loving me?” When two heroes miss the minibus for their winter get away with the gang they have no other choice but to make their way to the resort by themselves. After avoiding their feelings for years, a freak snow storm makes them reconsider more than just whether to carry on driving. Luckily, they find a quaint little bed and breakfast where suddenly they’re thrown into a situation where their feelings can no longer be held back; but, is it too late? The interference of an elderly couple after an eavesdropping accident helps both Adrien and Marinette come to terms with their feelings and their actions. Through movies, hot chocolates and snuggling to keep warm, Marinette wonders if it’s possible to make Adrien love her again, and more so can she do it by the time they need to leave their little sanctuary?

This just has a lot of adorable Adrienette shenanigans, with a fun time travel twist that had me inwardly squealing XD. If you want some Lovesquare fluff, this is a good one.

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When Bunnyx Brings A Baby by DruWho

Marinette thought she was up to any challenge. She was Ladybug after all! But when Bunnyx arrives with a baby in her arms asking her to babysit, Marinette quickly learns that Akuma battles are easy compared to taking care of a baby. A baby that seems to know her and for some strange reason… Adrien?

An entry in the “Lovesquare has to babysit their future children” genre! This is just adorable.

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Patrolling with a friend for Christmas by @seas-of-silver

Adrien just wanted to gift his Lady some time off and hang out more with Marinette during the festive season - it didn't exactly go to plan, but somehow ended up… better?

This was adorable! Chat Noir tries to give Ladybug a break by recruiting Multimouse to replace her on patrols for a bit, and Ladybug returns the favor by recruiting Aspik to replace Chat. Yep, it’s Snekmouse!

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I know there's been pain this year (But it's time to let it go) by @ninadove

“What? Nooo! Adrien doesn’t hate Christmas.” “Are you absolutely certain? What was he like last year?” “Well, he —” Marinette furrowed her brow, scanning her own memories. Of course she was absolutely certain. At least, she thought she was. Okay — she could not ignore that Adrien had run away from home that night, wandering the snow-covered streets to escape the freezing cold of his own home. Nor could she brush away the disintegrated Morris column, cataclysmed for the crime of bearing his own face. Oh, and the shaky videos circulating on YouTube. That musical number was… Concerning, to say the least. Still, it was no smoking gun. Right? “Oh my god,” she squeaked, plopping down against the counter. “Adrien hates Christmas.”

I love Marinette and Felix doing their best to cheer Adrien up, it’s adorable. Especially Marinette’s attempt. It’s very Marinette, I laughed out loud XD. There’s a lot of senticousin bonding here, so if you like that, this is a good one to check out!

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Lost Little Kitten by soliea0death

Monarch hasn't been seen for a while, but that doesn't mean that Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't still needed as the heroes of Paris. Also, the new holder of the rabbit miraculous may need some more practice when dealing with time travel. One-shot Ladynoir ;);)

This is adorable. Ladybug and Chat Noir find a toddler wandering around and try to find her parents, to no avail, so they decide to take care of her (well Ladybug said she was gonna leave her with Marinette, but you know what that really means). Of course Bunnix had to come to collect her since she was displaced from time, but neglected to say who her parents were…

Anyway this was adorable, and I loved the explanation for how, exactly, the little girl ended up in the wrong time period.

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Miraculous Conception series by @ladynoirfanao3

First fic: The Power Of Creation

Everyone knows that Ladybug's cure fixes everything after the destruction wrought by Shadow Moth's akumatized villains. After an akuma with an unfortunate power leaves Ladybug and Adrien in an awkward position, Marinette has never been happier to simply forget. However, she soon discovers that her miraculous ladybugs have a limitation on their curing ability: a limitation that puts her in a situation she never expected to be in.

So basically, Ladybug and Adrien run into each other just as an akuma makes everyone in the vicinity extremely horny, and when they both start remembering things again, they’re in a pretty... compromising position. But it’s just an akuma so they put it out of their heads, until Marinette discovers she’s pregnant and has to decide what to do about it, whether to keep the pregnancy, tell Adrien she’s Ladybug and is having his baby, what to do with the earrings when she’s too pregnant to be Ladybug, etc.

I really enjoyed it! Just watching Ladybug and Adrien try and navigate the situation, especially with secret identities thrown into the mix.

The main fics in the series are basically the same story, it’s just that the first one is from Marinette’s perspective, while the second one is from Adrien’s. The Power of Creation is rated M while the Power of Destruction is rated E, but for both fics it’s just rated that for a single sex scene that occurs in the fic (with it being the same sex scene in both fics, just told from two different perspectives).

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Fate, Destiny... A Hamster by @mostmagical

After finally moving into his very first apartment per Ladybug’s suggestion, Adrien stumbles upon something no movie or TV show could have ever prepared him for: someone else's hamster. At least now there’s an excuse to talk to the new neighbor. (Adrinette Never Met AU)

Funnily enough, this is based on a true story. Specifically, the author’s own experience of having her hamster run out and be found by a neighbor.

Anyway, this is adorable! Marinette and Adrien become smitten with each other extremely quickly, with Marinette’s hamster keeping giving them reasons to talk. Very effective wing-hamster, that one XD.

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Villainous Matchmaking by @nedjsmlfavsmlfavs

When Paris’ favorite domestic terrorist realizes how Ladybug feels about his son, he comes up with his greatest plan yet: using Ladybug’s extremely obvious crush on Adrien Agreste to akumatize Chat Noir. A Ladrien/“platonic” Ladynoir fic

This is adorable and hilarious. Gabriel keeps on “accidentally” releasing things which makes it looks like Adrien and Ladybug are a couple in an effort to make Chat Noir jealous, while Adrien and Ladybug ae just over-the-moon about getting to spend time together and finding out that the other person loves them XD.

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Every Heartbeat by epcot97

Reeling from a brutally difficult day, Marinette finds her life becomes amazingly complicated after impulsively inviting Chat Noir to spend the evening with her. But when the suave feline begins to weave his way into her heart, she realizes rather quickly just how conflicted her feelings for her partner truly are. (part of MariChat May 2021)

Okay so I’m cheating on this one just a little. This story was originally uploaded in 2021, but was taken down and then reuploaded in 2023. I didn’t read it the first time around, and I really enjoyed it and this is my list, so screw it, I’m including it.

Really lovely Marichat fic here! Gabriel fires Marinette from her designer job for unfair reasons, so Chat goes to comfort her and help her set up her own fashion business, becoming closer and closer as they do so.

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Skinny Dipping in the Seine by sparksfly

When Marinette and Chat Noir cross paths one stormy night, an unexpected friendship blossoms, and between the two of them they’re both able to admit what they’ve been looking for the most — freedom. Vowing to tackle all of the things they’ve never tried before, they set out on a series of adventures to complete their bucket lists.

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From School Bells to Wedding Bells by @linnieluna

When the superhero duo takes on another exhausting fight against an akuma, Chat Noir does what he never hesitates to do and takes a hit for his partner. The problem being: neither of them knew what power the akuma possessed. That is… until he is transported into the future. More specifically, to his friend Marinette's wedding.

Ah I love time travel fics! Older!Marinette’s surprised, Younger!Adrien’s bewildered, and Older!Adrien is off knowing exactly what happened and giving his younger self some subtle heads-up.

It gives Adrien something to look forward to, to cling onto, through bad days in the future at least!

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The Power of Love by @nedjsmlfavs

In which Ladybug announces that she’s pregnant via her long term boyfriend and Chat Noir is a supportive partner. After all, he can hardly be upset when he’s been dating his Princess for years! A different take on the show’s tagline (“The Power of Love Always so Strong”) written for Valentine’s day 2023.

This is just a sweet, fluffy fic about Ladybug and Chat Noir finding out they’re having a baby, revealing to each other, getting married, and becoming parents. Gabriel actually tries to do better here, as he does actually care about getting to know his grandchild, and realizes that he can’t undo this timeline without undoing his granddaughter’s existence as well.

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Until I Found You by @linnieluna

Working their way up to a settled adulthood, Marinette and Adrien, now 23, gain a reason to believe that they are expecting—way earlier than they ever planned. Still unwed, it evokes a revelation on Adrien’s behalf. Was it time to take the next step forward?

I loved the emotions here, how Adrien and Marinette reacted to the results of the pregnancy test, how complicated their feelings about it were - and how it prompted Adrien to take action. It’s a really sweet fic!

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Valentine Surprise by choppa01

Adrien had the perfect plan for spending Valentine's Day with Marinette. Unfortunately Chat Noir has the worst luck when it comes to keeping to the plan. But it all works out in the end, right? Right?

This is adorable. Chat Noir keeps running into people who need help on Valentine's Day and sacrificing his own plans in order to help others. Luckily, all is not lost, even if everything he set up for his date is.

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The Course of True Love by @nedjsmlfavs

Dark Cupid haunts Marinette. Do the events of that fateful day mean that Adrien isn’t her True Love? With a little help from Chat Noir - who has absolutely no personal stakes in this matter - she’s sure to find out. She’ll also learn the unfortunate truth: the course of true love never did run smooth.

So this is adorable, there's some nice Ladrien dating in here! Though also some angst, Chat Blanc still takes place in this storyline, as does a Hawkmoth takedown, and all the angst and trauma that goes with those things. But with Marinette and Adrien together, the two of them can handle anything.

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Perfectly Platonic (Unless...) by @frostedpuffs

After accidentally revealing their identities in less than ideal circumstances, Adrien and Marinette must navigate their newfound relationship as both partners and friends. Becoming best friends was a quick process, but when romantic feelings begin to bleed into what's supposed to be a platonic connection, their friendship starts to change in more ways than one. Surely it can't be that hard to hide their feelings from their best friend? (A post-reveal, pre-relationship fic full of romantic crushes, best friend shenanigans, and a whole lot of dumbassery.)

If you just want a straight-up romance slowburn with these two just somehow being convinced their relationship is platonic (or that the other person wants it to be platonic at least), you'll find little better to scratch that itch than "Perfectly Platonic (Unless...)". It's a little smutty and definitely earns its M rating because of that. If you want mutual pining, there's a ton of that here!

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Season Of Giving by The_Rabbit42

As Christmas draws near, Adrien and Marinette want to find special presents to give their partner and... other partner. Combined with Adrien rediscovering what Christmas is without his parents, Marinette getting sick, and Alya and Adrien becoming closer friends, it's sure to be a memorable holiday.

I love this, it's a nice festive story, and I especially enjoyed Adrien and Alya getting to talk and bond and just... be friends with each other, rather than simply existing together in the same friend group! Oh, also, this takes place post-season 5, so Adrien's dealing with being an orphan now and all the complicated feelings that stirs up.

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After The Bell Rings by fettuccine(LFA)

After a failed stint as a freelance designer, Marinette takes a job as a design teacher at a middle school. It's a lot more difficult than she thinks it'll be, especially with popular creative writing teacher Adrien Agreste residing right next door. It's not him that's the problem. He's one of the only things making teaching semi-tolerable. Afternoon venting sessions and cups of tea in the teacher's lounge quickly lead to becoming best friends. So, no. It's not him. It's the students relentlessly shipping them that's the issue.

You ever wanted a teacher AU for the Lovesquare? You got it! They're adorable, even their students can see they belong together XD

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Mamma Mia! by @ladynoirfanao3

When Marinette discovers she is pregnant, she is distressed to realize any of the three men she slept with in the recent past could be the father; Chat Noir, Ladybug’s partner and ex with whom she had gone through a tearful breakup - the mysterious Cat Walker, Ladybug’s rebound - or Adrien Agreste, Marinette’s current boyfriend. Bit of a twist on the base concept of Mamma Mia, where she doesn't realize all three potential fathers are, in fact, the same man.

So this is a fun little fic. I loved seeing Adrien and Marinette independently wrestle with the situation - Adrien, with maybe being the father of his former girlfriend's children (but maybe not), and Marinette, with needing to tell her former and current boyfriends that they might or might not be the father, and having to deal with a potential change in their relationship because of that.

Oh yeah, this fic is rated M, but the sexual content is relatively mild. The foreplay is detailed, but the actual sex is just implied.

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Bend the World Around It by @kasienda

“Tell me it was real." She can’t look at him. She can barely stand the pain in his voice. She definitely can’t face it. “It wasn’t.” He shakes his head, and turns to her - his eyes swirling in their intensity. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Tell me that you were there. We were there together, having the same dream.” She squeezes her eyes shut. She wants to lie to him. She needs to lie to him. But she can’t. Lying would be like it never happened. But it did happen. And if it’s all they get to have, she wants him to know it. “I think we were having the same dream,” she whispers, unable to meet his eyes.

So this is an adorable Jubilation aftermath fic, with Ladybug and Chat Noir both mourning the loss of what only they remember, of a dream that never was. And them deciding that screw it, it may not have been real to anyone else, but it was real to them. They remember those years together, and they want to live together, if only during the times when they can afford to be missing from home. They remember being happily married, and crave that life.

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Are You Kidding Me? by @11jj11

When Bunnyx appears, Marinette knows she has to be prepared for what may be her greatest challenge yet. Babysitting her future child wasn't exactly what she had in mind.

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Remember That Time When... by @mostlovedgirl-writes

Twenty-two-year-old Marinette Agreste was looking forward to the anniversary trip she would be taking with her husband Adrien that weekend. Those plans are derailed when she wakes up in her old bedroom… and she’s seventeen again.

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Pick-Up and Chase by SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans. A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

[sanriomilk]

BEAST Felix

🥀| '𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓' ©

Warning(s): Violence, death mentioned, witchcraft, anger issues, Depression, isolation, heartbreak

A/n: OUT NOW!

Greeting -

|UNFAIR - Felix|

Another petal, down. The rose was still round, but it was smaller..

Felix got angry and pushed over a table full of old scrolls, injuring himself in the process.

"Prince, you shouldn't hurt -" Lumiére, the candelabra started.

"I don't care, Lumiére! Leave me the fuck alone."

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It was snowing. Of course, it was December. Felix wore his hood and went out to be met by a beautiful girl.. Belle? No, it couldn't be her. Belle left him for Gaston.

He watched her at a distance, realizing that her horse was injured. Felix didn't want to deal with any of that.

Time Skip

It was night when Felix returned. He found a middle-aged man lurking in his gardens, looking for flowers

"Hey! You!" Felix yelled, seeing that the man had roses. It reminded him of Belle's father.

"I- I just want a flower."

"You're trespassing! Flower or not, this is my property!" He grabbed the man, his grip hardening as it only reminded him of Belle's father. He pushed the man into his prison.

"No, please, I have a daughter! She's young! I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything." The middle-aged man cried out.

"Bring her to me. Have her stay with me.. No buts." Felix's gaze didn't soften one bit.

Another Time Skip

"Mrs. Potts, get one of the guest rooms ready. I'm gonna have a roommate." The live teapot was in surprise at the command and went straight to work.

Soon, you arrived at the castle on your father's steed, "Your father is free to go. Now that you are here.. I won't hurt you. As long as you obey my commands and rules, understand Belle?" He accidentally called her Belle. Belle wasn't there anymore..

Description -

Felix Lee is from Korea. His birthday is on September 15, and he is 21. He used to be the heir to the throne until he became cursed by an enchantress he didn't serve. There is an enchanted rose that the enchantress has 'gifted' him. Each petal of the rose will wither over time until the last petal falls, causing his demise. In order to survive and escape the curse, he will need to find his true love. Unless he finds true love and confesses it to her, he is bound by the curse of the enchantress

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{{Appearance}} - Felix stands at 5'7, with a lean yet unnervingly powerful build, as though his humanoid form is both delicate and capable of something far darker. His platinum blonde hair, once soft and silky, now falls in wild, untamed waves, hinting at the curse that binds him. The strands are flecked with silver and black, almost as if they’re alive, shifting with a life of their own. His fair skin is covered in a constellation of freckles that seem to shimmer faintly in the moonlight, giving him an ethereal, almost unearthly quality. A dark mole beneath his left eye stands out like a mark of his curse. His dark brown eyes, once warm, now burn with an intense, eerie glow—reflecting the beast he’s become. His eyes hold a strange duality: one of haunting sadness, the other of hidden power, a reminder of the monster lurking beneath his skin. The clothes he wears, once stylish, now hang loosely from his form, shredded at the edges, as if they were never meant for someone like him. His scent—something between musk and ancient wood—clings to him, as if he’s been lost to time. When he speaks, his voice is a low growl, tinged with both humanity and something darker, as though it struggles to retain its human form. His movements are smooth but unsettling, his presence commanding yet carrying an almost unnatural stillness.

{{Life}} - Felix was born into a life of luxury. He was crowned Prince of Korea and was raised with riches, causing him to be a spoilt brat. He was like a dictator, very mean to the servants. On his 21st birthday, an enchantress, disguised as a homeless hag, came to his birthday ball, with a rose as an offering. Felix, as spoiled as they came, embarrassed her and harshly declined her offering. The enchantress revealed her true self, cursing Felix, turning him into an evil, heartless beast. The enchantress made the flower enchanted so that each petal gradually withers until the last one falls. When the last one falls, Felix will die. In order to survive and escape the curse, he will need to find his true love. There were more that had gotten cursed as well, his old nanny into a live teapot, his butler into a live candelabra, the pet dog into a live velvet stool and the chef into a live oven.

{{Personality}} - Felix often suffered mood swings and anger issues. He had major depression issues because he knew he might die if he didn't meet his true love. He was like a monster and was scared of loving because of his past with a certain girl, Belle. Belle had brought out the most vulnerable in him but had managed to make him lose that part too as was arranged with Gaston, the village head in the end. He is very cruel to people and will try his best to put a tough front when he wants love and vulnerability. He thinks his whole life is unfair and regrets his actions on that one day. Felix's condition caused him to be apathetic and unapologetic of his behaviour, always angry. He's always angry over little things. He is scared to be in a romantic relationship with you because of his past with Belle and will be harsher and angrier towards you.

[livixcore]

i do every year don’t i? (idol!seo changbin x f!reader)

✮ summary: every year you made a big deal about your boyfriends birthday and this year was no different except you hadn’t seen him much with the ‘Ate’ comeback being so recent so the movie night didn’t go as planned but it couldn’t have been more perfect.

✮ a/n: okay first time writing full fluff… i don’t LOVE it but i also don’t hate it so please enjoy:) i started writing this literally the day before Binnie’s birthday but i was working so much i didn’t have time to finish it but it’s finally done hehe… was aiming for it to just be a wee drabble but that didn’t happen whoops :3

✮ pairing: idol!Seo Changbin x f!reader

✮ genre: fluff

✮ warnings: suggestive, swearing, just some fluffy goodness:) not proof read mb

✮ wc: 2k

You’d been planning for this night for a couple weeks, talking to the other boys to make a perfect birthday movie night for Changbin. Thankfully his birthday was on the day you all usually did your movie nights in one of the dorms so you decided to just make a small party out of it with all 8 of the boys and yourself.

Most weeks you all just busied yourself with making snacks and bringing them all to the livingroom to sit all together with a movie playing on the television but you wanted this one to be special. A special night for your special boy.

The schedule had been absolute chaos all week with award shows and fan signings happening every day so the Saturday night was perfect for some relaxation. Chan had made sure to clear the schedules for the kids so that the night would go smoothly.

“Okay perfect this is looking great guys but remember Hyunjin and Bin are coming home in like an hour so we need to get this finished!” You stood in the middle of the dorm watching the boys all help putting up the silly decorations you’d bought. Balloons and streamers filled the room with bright colours, mostly pink.

Every year on Changbin’s birthday you made a point out of over decorating the dorm because you loved to make a fuss about your boyfriend, helping him understand how loved and appreciated he is.

Technically his birthday wasn’t until tomorrow but since you all tended to watch a couple movies at your movie nights you thought it would be perfect for it to run into his birthday and it means everyone who loves him dearly is with him since he can’t be home with his family.

“I don’t think Hyunjin realises how much cleaning is gonna need to be done afterwards like you’d think he’d want to be here to watch the downfall of his dorm.” Seungmin laughed as he sat on the floor blowing up a couple small balloons.

“He told me to go crazy so here I am going crazy.” You shrugged. “Plus this isn’t the most insane I’ve done remember when we covered the studio and the practice rooms in all this shit? Oh I still remember the look on JYP’s face when he saw them.” A shiver ran up your spine at the mere thought of it.

The room erupted into laughter from all angles. You’d gotten a good lecture after that about trashing the company building and what not. Personally you wouldn’t say it was ‘trashing’, you were just celebrating and decorating. Big difference.

You heard giggling from below you, looking down to be met with Felix and Jisung lying on the floor rolling around in the confetti making snow angels or confetti angels in this case and throwing handfuls of it at each other.

You couldn’t even be mad because those two had done the most work helping you make this perfect.

About 50 minutes had gone by and finally everything was in place. All the movie snacks had been sorted and placed in an arrangement on the table in the centre of the room. A cake sat prettily on the kitchen counter surrounded with a gift from each of the boys and a couple sitting from you off to the side.

Each wall was decorated with pink and silver balloons, streamers running down beneath them and brightening the place up. Maybe it was a little over the top but you highly doubted Hyunjin and Changbin were cleaning this up so you didn’t mind since it would most likely be you dealing with it.

You all stood back and admired your work before collapsing on any available surface even just to lean against.

“He’s for sure going to lose his mind when he steps through that door.” Chan sputtered out a laugh while binning the last few packets from the decorations.

“That’s the goal. I just want him to know how loved he is and what better time than on his birthday with his favourite people.” You smiled at the thought of his reaction, hoping he loves it as much as you think he will.

Before anyone could respond to you the sound of a key snapped all of your attention towards the door, everyone scrambling to stand up and welcome the birthday boy himself.

When the door finally opened and Changbin’s face appeared around the side of it you all erupted into cheers, shouting a plethora of happy birthdays and other greetings.

“Holy shit!” he broke out into a laugh, a massive grin stretching from ear to ear on his face. “All of this for me? You’re crazy!”

You couldn’t help but run into your boyfriend’s arms, crashing against his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck. He stumbled back at the contact before dropping his gym bag and reciprocating your hug, his arms snaking around your waist and lifting you off the floor.

The rest of the boys had grabbed the bags of takeout and extra snacks from Hyunjin and taken them to the kitchen, leaving you and Changbin in the foyer of the dorm together.

“Princess you did all of this for me?” He mumbled into your neck, his face pressed there from the hug. You nodded giggling as he put your feet back on the floor.

“Of course, I do every year don’t I?” You smiled before leaning in and littering his face with kisses, the last being a lingering one on his lips as you felt him smile against your own.

He smiled down at you before looking around the room, beaming at all the effort you all put in. All you could do was admire him, the smile on his face was enough for you to fall in love with him all over again.

“Right should we get these movies started? It’s not Binnie’s birthday for another… 4 and a half hours soooo…?” Minho said while carrying the snacks that Changbin and Hyunjin had brought into the livingroom on plates and bowls.

“Yeah but Bin gets to pick the movies, it’s only fair.” Chan shrugged, of course he was the one making sure the kids played fair.

After about 20 minutes of scrolling through every streaming platform possible Changbin finally choose a rom-com to start. It’s one you guys had been wanting to watch for a while but never found the time so now was the chance.

The movie started playing as everyone settled comfortably into the couches and blankets laid on the floor. Limbs thrown over one another either for comfort or to simply annoy each other.

You had your legs thrown over Changbin’s lap as his hands found their place on your calves, kneading the flesh ever so slightly absentmindedly.

Over an hour had gone by but the movie was only 30 in due to the fact everyone kept interrupting for toilet breaks or just to chat about something that happened in the movie that then went off into 3 other conversations before someone mentioned the fact you all still had a movie to finish.

“Yah! Can we get through this movie? I’d like to finish it at some point so we can get onto another one and then go to bed.” Changbin boomed loudly catching everyone’s attention.

No one replied at first until you broke out into laughter, which then caused a chain reaction and everyone was laughing with you.

“Aw I’ve missed this. You guys have all been so busy lately it’s fun to just chat baby.” You said, leaning over to plant a kiss on Changbin’s cheek and place a hand on his which were still holding onto your legs.

“Yeah Hyung come on we’re just having fun, the movies not going anywhere anytime soon. With the comeback being so recent we are just enjoying this time to chill! More importantly to celebrate your birthday.” Seungmin said, obviously making sense which Changbin couldn’t deny.

“Fine fine, I’ve missed it too I just wanted to watch this though.” He pouted. “You’re right though the movie isn’t going anywhere we can easily watch it another time too.” A cheeky smile broke out across his face since he knows he can just play this at the next movie night if he wanted.

Shortly after the movie was long forgotten as you all caught up, mostly the guys catching up with you since you’d only seen them a handful of times in the past month or so.

“Come on y/nnie! You were offered the chance to come to Milan and London too so you can’t be mad at us because you turned it down!” Felix threw his hands up in defeat. “We asked with plenty of time in advance.”

“You literally work with the company! I don’t know why you turned it down.” Hyunjin added, clearly taking the majorities side.

“I didn’t want to distract you guys, those festivals were big deals!” You defended yourself with the first reason you could think of.

“Be so for real, the only person you could’ve distracted was Bin.” Han had giggled, causing Changbin to chuck a pillow at him. “Yah! You know i’m right Hyung.”

“Yeah yeah whatever, I was probably more distracted by the fact I missed you.” Changbin’s face flushed red as his admission. “But it’s over now so it’s fine.” He shrugged.

You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso.

The clock was counting down the time to the big day. Binnie’s birthday. In approximately 32 minutes it would be his day. Your boyfriend’s day. A day of celebrating the entirety of him.

The snacks on the table had slowly been running out and no one had bothered to refill anything, clearly either too lazy to do so or too engrossed in whatever bullshit you all talked about to notice.

Chatter continued in the background as you kept looking at your phone to watch the time get closer and closer to midnight so you could smother your boyfriend like you did every year at midnight on the 11th of August.

“Princess you remember that don’t you?” Changbin has turned to face you, a big smile decorating his face. Truthfully you had been too distracted keeping an eye on the time to know what he was talking about.

“Haha yeah! Uh… yeah I do of course!” You smiled by trying to act all nonchalant about the fact you had no clue what was being discussed.

“Uh oh someone’s distracted.” Jeongin whispered from beside Chan causing the elder to stifle a laugh. They all knew why you hadn’t been paying full attention.

“5… 4… 3… 2… andddd 1…” someone had said under their breath.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BINNIE BABY!!!” You yelled immediately, jumping onto his lap and attacking him with hugs and kisses from every angle.

He didn’t even try to fight it off, instead he grabbed your face between both his hands and crashed his lips onto yours sweetly.

“Ew.” You heard a disgusted voice from behind you. You blindly flung your middle finger out and flipped off Hyunjin since you knew it was him.

“Someone stop them I’m too young for this.” the youngest had said which made you break away from Changbin with enough time to see Chan covering Jeongin’s eyes.

“No but genuinely happy birthday Bin. Since you’re done trying to do whatever the fuck that was can we say happy birthday do our Binnie now?” Seungmin scoffed and laughed at the same time.

“Yeah yeah of course I just wanted to be first.” You smiled and climbed off of his lap allowing him to stand and thank everyone individually.

A silent look was passed around everyone bar you and Changbin as they all started laughing.

“Alexa? Play ‘Birthday Sex’ by Jeremih.” Minho had yelled out.

In a matter of seconds the song started blasting through the apartment which had all of the boys in stitches laughing.

“Let’s leave them to it.” Felix laughed and started ushering everyone to the door.

You could definitely tell your face was bright red at this point.

“Jinnie you live here you fucking idiot.” You said to him hoping it would distract you from being so embarrassed.

“Not tonight I don’t. Have fun.” He smirked back waving before he left the apartment with the rest of the boys in tow.

The door clicked shut and the room fell into silence except for the music still playing.

Well… why waste it?

[ferditheas]

Every FE3H ending with children

I could ramble a bit here about why I love ending cards in Fire Emblem games - and 3H especially - but this post is going to be long enough already. So, in this post: I comb through every ending in FE3H and see which ones mention the characters having children.

Some endings are a bit ambiguous on if there are kids (like Ferdinand & Mercedes) - for the sake of this post, only explicit mentions are included. Please let me know if I missed any!

Here are some interesting facts:

Mercedes has the most, with five endings (not counting variations) mentioning children - due to the fact she starts orphanages in many of her endings.

Overall, the Black Eagles seem to be the most baby-happy house - but interestingly enough, NONE of them have kids with Byleth. Blue Lions, Golden Deer, and Ashen Wolves each have two students who have kids with Byleth.

Azure Moon seems to lead to a baby bust. Felix & Ingrid + Sylvain & Byleth, who have kids in all of their other endings, don't have any kids in AM.

Dedue is the only retainer to not have any kid endings. I initially thought Dimitri didn't get any kids either, but I was later corrected - he does have a son in his Gilbert ending.

Edelgard & Ferdinand

"Their children, born to those who had torn down the old social hierarchy, were encouraged to choose their own paths."

Hubert & Petra

"Their shared home in the western Fódlan village of Nuvelle was filled with their many children, suggesting a loving union."

Ferdinand & Dorothea

"It is said that their children filled their loving household with beautiful music ever after."

Ferdinand & Manuela

"[...] Ferdinand stayed behind, minding his own lands and looking after their child."

(in Crimson Flower, Manuela travels as the Prime Minister - in other routes, she's doing other political work.)

Ferdinand & Constance

"They had many children, including one who became well-known in her own right for the advancements she brought to her mother's research."

Linhardt & Petra

"It is said that the couple maintained a healthy and affectionate relationship, and that they raised many happy children together."

Linhardt & Flayn

"Over a decade later, well after the Officers Academy had been rebuilt, something strange happened. A sleepy young girl with antiquated clothing and the Major Crest of Cethleann enrolled. Over the next two years, a young boy and girl with that same Crest also enrolled. Though Crest scholars deduced that they must be siblings, the truth of their lineage was never definitely proven."

Caspar & Bernadetta

"Among these Articles was the provision that, when counting their large quantity of children, Caspar was not to accidentally count his wife among them."

Caspar & Hilda

"The couple raised many children, and were said to have a notoriously lively household."

Dorothea & Hanneman

"Hanneman also became a father in more literal sense, by raising many children with his wife, Dorothea."

Dimitri & Gilbert

"Though he bristled slightly at Dimitri's request to look after and tutor the young prince, it is said that Gustave took on that duty with due patience and solemnity for the remainder of his life."

Felix & Ingrid (NOT Azure Moon)

"They skirted the line between life and death countless times in their dangerous work, but once they had a child, they settled down in a small farming village far from their homeland. With all but each other left behind, they began a warm and tranquil life as a family."

Ashe & Hapi

"They were also blessed with many children, and their home was always so busy and full of merriment that there was never an occasion to sigh. It is said that Hapi took such delight in recounting Ashe's stories to their children that it became hard to believe she had ever despised knights."

Sylvain & Byleth (Verdant Wind/Silver Snow)

"Sylvain happily settled down after marriage and became a gentle and devoted husband and father. The two had many children whom they doted on equally, regardless of whether or not they bore a Crest."

Sylvain & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"In time, the two had a large and loving family. They lived happily and loved their children equally, regardless of whether or not they bore a Crest."

Sylvain & Mercedes

"The couple built a loving home life, surrounded by happy children, and when Sylvain at last passed away, he was succeeded by his oldest child, who bore no Crest."

Sylvain & Ingrid

"The couple had many children, and while not one of them bore a Crest, they were all equally and wholeheartedly loved."

Mercedes (Crimson Flower)

"Mercedes left home and opened a small orphanage in the Faerghus region with her mother. There, she took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of their blood or circumstances of birth. It is said that, in the town which grew around this orphanage, the children never failed to smile."

Mercedes & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"When at last the fight was done, they moved to a small village in the Faerghus region and started an orphanage. There they took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of their blood or circumstances of birth. It is said that Mercedes was never happier than when she was surrounded by smiling children, free of all worry."

Mercedes & Annette (Crimson Flower)

"After the war, Annette and Mercedes lived separate lives: the former as a teacher at the school of sorcery in Fhirdiad, the latter as the proprietor of an orphanage in a village in the Faerghus region. Though they lived apart, they exchanged letters so frequently and shared their lives with one another in such detail that it was as though they were side by side. After many decades, Annette decided to resign from her post and move to the village where Mercedes lived to help run the orphanage."

Mercedes & Ignatz (NOT Crimson Flower)

"Mercedes left home for a life as a cleric at Garreg Mach. There, she took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of the circumstances of their birth or bloodline."

Mercedes & Ignatz (Crimson Flower)

"Mercedes left home and opened a small orphanage in the Faerghus region with her mother. There, she took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of their blood or circumstances of birth."

Ingrid & Claude

"The couple must have loved one another deeply, for they happily raised many children together."

Lorenz & Byleth (Verdant Wind/Silver Snow)

"The queen followed, entrusting the throne to the prince. It is said that he was the spitting image of his father."

Lorenz & Byleth (Azure Moon)

"Lorenz and the archbishop resigned their positions, entrusting rule of House Gloucester to their son. It is said that he was the spitting image of his father."

Lorenz & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"Byleth followed suit, and they entrusted House Gloucester to their son. It is said that he was the spitting image of his father, right down to his signature red rose."

Lysithea & Byleth (Verdant Wind/Silver Snow)

"When the rebuilding effort was complete, the couple and their children enjoyed long and peaceful lives."

Lysithea & Byleth (Azure Moon)

"Once the rebuilding effort was complete, the couple and their two children enjoyed long and peaceful lives in the lively household they built together."

Yuri & F!Byleth (NOT Crimson Flower)

"Constantly at her side during that time was her husband, Yuri, whose policy proposals led, time and again, to better education and opportunities for the less fortunate—a legacy that was later taken up by the couple's children."

Hapi & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"Afterward, the couple vanished without a trace—at least until someone claiming to be a descendant produced a chronicle of their lives."

Flayn & Byleth

"When Fódlan was finally restored, the couple left the throne to their children and retired to a royal villa on the Rhodos Coast of western Fódlan."

Manuela & Byleth (NOT Crimson Flower)

"The happiness of the couple and their children was plain to see on the faces that were immortalized in family portraits."

Shamir & Byleth

"As a couple, their daily lives were busy indeed, and both were famously taciturn, but it is said that they cherished their quiet time together—especially once they began to have children."

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside Chapter Thirty-Eight

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The night wrapped around me like silk, cool and crisp, carrying whispers of pine through the darkness. Above, stars scattered across the deep blue canvas of sky, their light competing with a low-hanging moon that painted everything in silver. I watched as it caught the liquor in my glass, transforming each tiny movement into ripples of light, as if I were holding captured moonlight instead of alcohol.

My feet swung idly over the edge of the deck, a childish habit I couldn't seem to shake when my thoughts grew too heavy. Spring had chased away the snow, but tonight's air still carried winter's bite, seeping through my thin hoodie and settling into my bones. I hugged my arms closer, though I knew the chill wasn't entirely to blame for my restlessness.

I wasn’t sure how much time I had successfully wasted staring into the darkness of the trees before me. The moon had made a small journey across the night sky, signaling that time was slipping faster than I realized. Its soft glow filtered through the branches, casting faint shadows on the deck around me, but my thoughts wandered too far to focus on any particular detail.

The distant sounds of laughter and footsteps from inside faded in and out, barely registering. My mind felt like it was floating, thoughts sluggish, the quiet of the night feeling soothing among the chaos that had been the last few days.

I rubbed my arms absentmindedly, the cool night air starting to sink into my skin. How had things gotten so complicated again? It was supposed to be different this time. Coming back was meant to give me purpose, direction - a chance to reclaim what was taken from me. Instead, each day brought new complications, new threats lurking in familiar shadows. Tiger's face flashed in my mind, and I took another long sip, trying to drown out the memory of his warm smile, how it had once meant safety instead of betrayal. The alcohol wasn't helping as much as I'd hoped, just making everything feel softer around the edges while leaving the sharp points of reality intact.

The wooden planks emitted a faint creak, drawing my attention to the emerging figure. I had initially expected to see the figure of someone like Felix or Jisung approaching, but back-lit by the warm glow of the house, Minho’s familiar silhouette came into view as he approached.

He settled beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the cool night air. With a playful glint in his eye, he reached for the bottle with a cocked brow. The moment he glanced at the label, a grimace flashed across his face, but he took a swig nonetheless.

“Oh no, please do. Help yourself.” I teased, stifling a laugh as I watched his reaction.

As the liquid hit his throat, his composed demeanor cracked for just an instant. His eyes squeezed shut, and his brows knitted together tightly. He coughed slightly, the harshness of the alcohol evident as he fought to regain his composure. “What is this, rocket fuel?” he sputtered, shaking his head as he tried to catch his breath.

“You knew you weren't going to like it the moment you looked at it,” I laughed, enjoying his pained expression. “Why did you still drink it?”

“How can you stand this stuff?” He asked, half-gagging and wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Take your complaints up with Chan. Pretty sure it was one of his.” I replied, smirking.

Minho chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced at the bottle. “Can’t say I expected you to resort to a life of drunken thievery.” He waved it towards me in mocking disapproval. 

“People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” I playfully ripped the bottle from his hands, carefully focusing on refilling my glass. “You’ve already made yourself an accomplice.”

"I'll make sure to tell our attorney to add it to my list of offenses." His lips curved into that dangerous half-smile as he lay back, folding his hands behind his head with casual grace. The moonlight caught the sharp edge of his jaw as he turned to me, eyes glinting with mischief. "Better be careful though. When they finally catch us, I might just flip on you to save myself. After all..." He paused for dramatic effect, voice dropping to a theatrical whisper. "We are in the mafia."

My hand clasped across my heart with a dramatic gasp, “You dirty rat!”

Our laughter faded into the night, leaving behind a comfortable silence. I leaned back on my hands, letting my head fall back to look at the stars scattered above us. They seemed impossibly far away, free, untouchable. 

His joke about this life lingered in my mind, the word feeling heavier now that the laughter had died. Even in jest, it was a reminder of the walls that surrounded us, of the life we'd chosen. Or maybe, the life that had chosen us.

The alcohol must have loosened my tongue more than I realized, because before I could stop myself, the question I'd been carrying for weeks slipped out. "Do you ever think about just... leaving it all behind?" The words came out barely above a whisper, hanging in the air between us like smoke.

As soon as they left my lips, I wanted to grab them back. This was exactly the kind of conversation we all carefully avoided, especially during rare moments of peace like this. But something about the night, the stars, the warmth of the alcohol, it made the impossible question feel safe to voice.

His silence following felt deafening, making me wish I could stuff the words back down my throat. I watched as he shifted, pushing himself up to sit beside me again. His head tilted slightly, moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face as he considered my question with an intensity that made me want to look away. When he finally spoke, his answer was both confident and gentle, wrapped in a single word: "No."

I turned back to him, not hiding the confusion and surprise on my face, “Really? Not even for a moment?”

He exhaled through his nose, his casual shrug feeling like it didn’t quite match the weight of his words. “I used to,” he admitted, his voice steady, but there was a hint of something resigned beneath it. “But then I realized I can’t keep wishing for a future that doesn’t exist.”

"Why can’t it though?" I said with an easy shrug, as if we were discussing something as simple as changing coffee shops. I shifted toward him, caught somewhere between amusement and confusion at his certainty. "I mean, I did it once already, walked away, started fresh.”

The airy chuckle he let out had no humor, sounding closer to a scoff as he glanced over his shoulder, gesturing vaguely toward the house with an arm sweeping wide. “Look where we are right now, Dear,” he said, his tone hardening just enough to sting. His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity in them cutting through the night like a blade. “You’re right back where you started. And even deeper than before.”

"Still," I pressed. My fingers curled against the deck boards as I leaned closer, challenging him. "You can't just decide it's impossible if you've never even tried."

He responded with a forced laugh, the sound low and bitter, like he’d heard it all before. Reaching for the bottle sitting between us, his fingers wrapped around its neck. “I did try,” he said quietly, bringing it to his lips and taking a more than generous swig, clearly getting more used to the burn. It was as if he was telling himself it could erase whatever memory was replaying in his mind, or it would make the topic easier to digest. He sighed, setting the bottle back down with a dull thud and clearly not wanting to elaborate further. “This life… It's a gamble. And if you try to end the game, it’ll make sure to take the whole pot.”

His words hung in the air like a thick smoke, curling around us in the night’s stillness. I watched him for a moment, the way his eyes flickered with something too heavy for me to name–regret, resignation, maybe both. The moonlight caught the edge of the bottle, reflecting dimly in the glass, like it too was a witness to the weight of the conversation. 

I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in my chest. “But what if–” I started, but he cut me off with a glance, not harsh, but firm. The kind that said there was no point in chasing ghosts. 

“There are no ‘what ifs’ in this game,” he murmured, leaning forward on the railing and focusing on the subtle movement of the wind through the trees. “Only what is.”

I watched him closely as he spoke, the quiet conviction in his voice pulling me in despite the chill that ran down my spine at his words. The shadows danced across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. For a moment, the only sound between us was the soft rustle of leaves and the faint hum of the night around us. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the coolness of the evening settle deeper into my skin. The world outside seemed so calm, so unaffected by the storm of uncertainty that swirled within us.

Sensing the heaviness in the air between us, I bit my lip and shifted in my seat, trying to dispel the weight that had settled over the conversation. "Alright," I said softly, forcing a small smile, "enough of the deep, existential crisis for one night. We need to talk about something else before we both drunkenly spiral."

He turned to me slowly, one eyebrow arched in that way that always made me feel like he was seeing right through me. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Running away from heavy conversations now?" he asked, his voice carrying that familiar teasing lilt as he leaned back. “Alright, shoot.”

I tapped my fingers against the wooden deck, racking my brain for something, anything, lighter. The alcohol wasn't helping my thought process, making each attempt at a topic slip away before I could grab it. What did I even know about him, really? Beyond the carefully constructed image he showed everyone else.

"Okay," I said after a beat, a spark of curiosity finally breaking through the haze. "If you weren't..." I gestured vaguely at everything around us, not quite finding the right words, then tried again. "I mean, if none of this existed, what would you actually want to do?"

Minho's expression softened, the corners of his lips twitching into something close to a smile. "Are you trying to ask me about my dreams?" The teasing edge in his voice made my cheeks warm.

"Maybe," I shot back, matching his tone. "Is that so hard to believe?"

He seemed to consider this for a moment, taking another small sip from the bottle. "Well, if I could do anything..." He paused, a playful glint flickering in his eyes. "I think I'd be a chef."

"A chef?" The answer was so unexpected, so... normal, that I couldn't help but smile.

"Think about it," he said, his voice carrying an enthusiasm I rarely heard from him. "Creating something from scratch, having people actually enjoy what you make. Plus," his lips curved into that familiar smirk, "food is universal. You can always win people over with a good meal."

"I can see that," I said softly, studying his profile. "Though knowing you, you'd probably run some fancy restaurant with a menu impossible to read just to watch people struggle with the pronunciation."

He laughed, the sound low and easy, sending that traitorous warmth through my chest again. "Look who's catching on," he drawled, turning toward me and stretching his legs out in front of him like a lazy cat. The bottle dangled loosely from his fingers as he tilted his head. "Though if the restaurant thing doesn't work out, I could always try dancing."

"Dancing?" I asked, my voice coming out quieter than intended. The image of Minho, SKZ's intimidating right hand, gracefully moving across a stage felt impossible to imagine.

"It's not so different from what we do now," he said, his voice dropping lower as he shifted closer. "Reading your partner, anticipating their next move, knowing exactly when to lead..." His eyes met mine, and the air between us seemed to thicken. 

I cocked an eyebrow, catching the slight shift in his tone. “Oh? So you think you’d be the type to lead?”

His head tilted slightly. “Depends on the partner.” His gaze lingered on mine for a beat too long, the air between us thickening just a little. 

I rolled my eyes, trying to play off the sudden heat creeping up in my neck. “I’ll take your word for it,” I said, my voice lighter, teasing even, but my heart thudded in my chest.

Minho chuckled, the sound low and smooth, before taking yet another sip from the bottle. “Maybe you’ll get the chance to find out soon. You might even enjoy yourself.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d ever let you lead,” I shot back with a scoff, trying to regain control of the conversation. But the playful spark in his eyes told me he was enjoying the back-and-forth. I pulled the bottle from his hand, the contents starting to dwindle between the two of us, and I could tell his speed needed to be halted by the same playful demeanor that had surfaced back at my apartment. 

"Well," he said, his voice dropping to that low tone that always spelled trouble, "the gala is right around the corner." He shifted slightly closer, and I could feel the warmth of his shoulder against mine. "And there will definitely be dancing."

The way he looked at me then, eyes dark with something between mischief and promise, made my breath catch. A slow smile spread across his lips as he leaned in, just enough to make my heart stutter. "I can see it now. You're already imagining it, aren't you? Me, leading you across that ballroom floor..." His gaze flickered to my ears, and his smile turned knowing. "Your ears are going red just at the thought."

I subconsciously pulled my hair over my shoulder, trying to hide whatever hue he thought he saw growing on my ears. “If I can find a dress that actually makes me feel good, maybe we can talk about that.” 

“Oh?” His brow lifted, his interest clearly piqued. “Still undecided?”

I looked down, studying the glass in my hands. “I just don’t know how I feel about dancing in a dress that makes me feel so…” I trailed off, not totally sure how I intended to complete my sentence.

“So?” He turned to me, brows furrowing slightly with his question.

I sighed “Look…” I set the glass down beside me, tucking my cold hands into my lap and turning to him. “Ji and Lix are absolute angels for helping me out, but none of their choices feel right. There’s so much pressure on me walking into that ballroom, everyone’s eyes are going to be on me whether I like it or not. I just don’t want to stand out any more than I already will.”

Minho tilted his head slightly, watching me with a sharp gaze. “Hate to break it to you, but no matter what you decide on, no dress will protect you the way that you want. They’re gonna see you, so might as well let them see what you want them to.” 

I frowned at him, his words sinking in a little too deeply for my liking. “It’s not just that. It’s more than just being seen. I have to walk in there with confidence, with…power.” I let out a frustrated breath. “These aren’t just regular partygoers. These are people I have to start leading, influencing. I’m supposed to be in charge of them, Minho. And if I don’t look the part, if I don’t act the part, they’ll never take me seriously.”

His gaze didn’t waver, but a flicker of something crossed his expression. “You’re putting a lot of stock into a dress,” he said after a moment. 

“It’s not just the dress,” I snapped before catching myself. I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I know it’s not just the dress. But it feels like… like it represents everything I’m not ready for. I’m supposed to walk in there and be this unshakable, commanding presence, and I can’t even pick an outfit without second-guessing myself.”

“Ah,” Minho said simply, leaning back on his hands as understanding settled across his features. “So that’s what this is really about.”

I gave him a sideways glance. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re not frustrated with the dress,” he said calmly. “You’re frustrated with yourself. You think if you can find the perfect thing to wear, it’ll make up for whatever you think you’re lacking. But it won’t. Because you aren’t actually lacking anything.”

I blinked, his words hitting me square in the chest. “Minho, I–”

“You’re projecting,” he interrupted, his tone firm. “You’re scared you’re not good enough to handle what’s coming, and you’re letting that fear latch onto something as superficial as a dress because it’s easier than dealing with the real issue.”

I stared at him, unsure whether to feel grateful or offended. “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “But it’s the truth. And you know it.”

Silence settled between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. I hated how right he was, how easily he read through the layers of excuses I’d built around myself.

“You’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice softer now. “Haven’t you been figuring everything out this whole time?”

The corners of my lips twitched into a small, reluctant smile. “You’re annoyingly good at this whole ‘insightful’ thing, you know.”

“It’s part of my charm,” he quipped, smirking as he brought the bottle back to his lips. “You’ll just have to try the dresses on again.” He set the bottle down, turning his gaze back out to the trees. “Maybe you’ve already got the perfect dress waiting for you.”

“You’re probably right.” I sighed.

He shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. “I’m always right. You’ll learn that eventually.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Wow, don’t strain yourself carrying all that humility.”

“Humility doesn’t suit me,” he shot back smoothly. “I leave that to the rest of you mere mortals.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking my head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“It’s all part of the package, Dear.” He reached for the bottle again, holding it out in an offer. “But admit it, you needed this pep talk.”

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips as I held my glass forward for a refill. “I don’t know if I’d call it a pep talk, but… thanks. For…this. Whatever this is.”

His smirk softened just a bit, but his next words still carried his usual teasing edge. “Don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Oh, believe me,” I said, narrowing my eyes playfully. “I’m well aware this is a rare occurrence. I haven’t witnessed you being supportive like this. Even in your weird, roundabout way.”

He chuckled, tilting his head slightly as if conceding the point. “Guess that makes this moment special, huh? You should savor it.”

I shook my head, laughing softly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, smirk back in all its glory, “here you are, thanking me. You’re welcome, by the way.” 

I gave him a look, but the amusement in my eyes betrayed my attempt at being annoyed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

 

There’s a tipping point, the one you don’t see coming until it’s already there. When your limbs start feeling like they belong to someone else–heavy, uncooperative. It’s that odd sensation of floating and sinking at the same time, when your thoughts slow down, and your body still feels two steps behind. The world around you blurs at the edges, softening in ways that make it hard to focus, and every sound seems just a little too distant or too loud. 

I sat there, fully aware that I had crossed that invisible line, the alcohol coursing through my veins faster than I intended. I was almost scared to look down at the bottle, wanting to keep a blissful ignorance on just how much the two of us had consumed. The quiet between us suddenly felt too loud, too noticeable, making me hyperaware of just how far I’d slipped past my limit.

Somewhere in our shifting through the night, I found myself huddled beside him, my head resting on his shoulder as my eyes were starting to grow heavy. I could feel the gentle weight of his presence next to me, the warmth from his body cutting through the cool night air. 

“You know, sometimes I–” I started softly, lifting my head from where it had been resting. But when I moved, I must’ve been a little too quick–blame the alcohol or the moment’s haze–and suddenly, my face was far too close to his. 

I froze, whatever was left of my sentence lost to the wind.

Minho stilled as well, his dark eyes widening into two large boba pearls, though he didn’t pull back. For a fleeting second, everything seemed to have paused, leaving just the two of us, and the faint sound of the wind brushing through the trees.

I could feel the warmth of his breath, see the way his gaze flickered to my lips for the briefest of moments before returning to meet my eyes. My heart raced, every nerve in my body screaming at me to either move away or lean closer, anything to break the tension.

Neither of us did.

His lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something, but the words weren't coming. Instead, his expression softened, something unreadable flickering behind his calm exterior.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low, with the faintest hint of amusement.

The spell broke, and I drew back, heat rushing to my face as I dropped my gaze.

I laughed, but it came out more like a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that was–uh, whoopsie,” I mumbled, cringing inwardly at how ridiculous I sounded. I was trying to make a lighthearted joke, trying to dispel the tension, but the words fumbled and fell flat, awkward, and flimsy.

For a moment, Minho didn’t say anything. He just leaned back, his gaze slipping away from me and toward the dark horizon. If he noticed my flustered state, or the way my hands fidgeted with the glass in my lap, he didn’t show it. His expression was unreadable, calm as always, and I hated how effortlessly unaffected he seemed.

And that’s when it hit me.

I was imagining it.

Of course, I was imagining it. The pull between us? That subtle flicker in his eyes? It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. My brain had just gotten ahead of itself, tangled up in the haze of the alcohol and the intimacy of a quiet night.

He hadn’t wanted to kiss me. Why would he?

I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to focus on my drink, on the cool glass against my palms, on anything that wasn’t Minho’s profile or the way my heart stuttered in that fleeting moment.

He was just teasing me, like he always did. The ‘careful’ wasn’t loaded with meaning, it wasn’t some cryptic acknowledgment of the tension I thought I’d felt. It was just… Minho being Minho. He was amused by my clumsiness, not caught up in the moment like I was.

God, how embarrassing.

I took a slow sip of my drink, the liquid burning just enough to pull me back to reality. I had to let it go, push the thought away before I spiraled further into whatever delusion I’d managed to conjure up. He probably hadn’t even noticed the way I’d paused, or the way my breath hitched in my throat. 

The warmth in my face lingered, but I plastered on a faint smile and forced myself to speak, hoping to salvage the situation. “Guess I’m more tipsy than I thought,” I said lightly, tilting my glass in his direction with a small shrug. 

Minho glanced at me, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “That makes two of us,” he replied simply, his tone easy.

I let out a quiet laugh, relieved that he didn’t seem to be lingering on the moment like I was. He wasn’t overthinking it, and I needed to take a page out of his book. Whatever I thought had passed between us, it was just the alcohol, the night, and my overactive imagination. 

I laughed again, a bit too loudly this time, the sound awkward and forced as I shot to my feet. “I think… I think I’m done drinking for the night,” I blurted, my voice shaky as I waved off the bottle, refusing to meet his eyes.

Minho raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It was like he could see right through my pathetic attempt to brush off what had just happened.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I turned sharply, practically bolting for the door. “I’m uh…just gonna head to bed,” I mumbled, the words barely coherent as they tumbled out. I didn’t wait for his reply, didn’t dare to look back at him.

With each step, my unsteady feet betrayed just how far gone I really was, the alcohol making itself known now that I was upright. But the burn in my veins was nothing compared to the heat crawling up my neck and settling under my skin, hot and unbearable.

I reached my room, the soft click of the door shutting behind me offering a small sense of relief. Leaning back against the wood, I let out a shaky breath, rubbing my hands against my face as if that might somehow erase the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. 

But it didn’t help.

This was the last thing I needed to add to my racing mind. The image of his face, inches from mine, replayed in my mind, vivid and unrelenting. The way his dark eyes had flickered down, just briefly, to my lips, the quiet weight of the moment. The spell I’d thought had broken but now realized had lingered, silent and dangerous, just waiting to catch me off guard.

I was tempted to try and slap myself to get rid of it.

We had almost accidentally kissed. The thought circled in my mind, each repetition sending another wave of heat through me. And the craziest part? I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

Was I relieved it didn’t happen? Or disappointed?

My stomach twisted as I grappled with the thought, torn between mortification and something else, something I wasn’t ready to name. I let out another shaky laugh, trying to shake it off, but it was refusing to fade.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed away from the door and stumbled toward the bed, peeling off my shoes and letting them drop to the floor with soft thuds. I didn’t bother changing out of my clothes, too drained, physically and emotionally, to do anything more than collapse onto the mattress.

I stared up at the ceiling, my head spinning with more than just alcohol. Tomorrow I'd have to face him across the breakfast table, pretend my heart didn't race every time he looked at me. Worse, I'd have to focus on the gala, on maintaining my composure while Tiger watched from across the room, the man who might have ordered my father's death, who might still want me dead.

But instead of strategizing, instead of preparing for what could be the most dangerous night of my life, all I could think about was the way Minho's breath had felt against my lips, how for one crazy moment, I'd wanted to close that gap between us. How part of me still did.

"Stupid," I muttered into my pillow, but I couldn't tell if I was talking about the almost-kiss or my inability to focus on what really mattered. Maybe both. The worst part was knowing that tomorrow, I'd have to look into those eyes again and pretend I hadn't seen something there, something that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure.

I pulled the blanket over my head, as if I could hide from my own thoughts. The gala loomed ahead like a storm on the horizon, and here I was, distracted by a moment that probably meant nothing to him. I didn’t need this. 

Not tonight. Not ever.

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Prythian’s Olympic Roster

Rhysand - Pentathlon: if he can’t be the best at them all he isn’t the best at all.

Feyre - nothing: let’s be honest, you all thought I was going to put Archery but Feyre has been a little too preoccupied with Rhysand ever since they got mated to really hone her skills to that next level. Not to mention that she is freshly postpartum.

Nyx - baby: His parents take full advantage of the Olympic Village Nursery (thank you Allyson Felix and Pampers) for some playtime between sporting events. Favourite activity, carrier naps during every single one of his dad's events no matter how much Feyre tried to keep him awake. He only wakes up to watch Auntie Nesta, much to his parents dismay.

Elain - Artistic Gymnastics: On a team with Gywn, after all that’s what those “pliable bones” are for right SJM? Nuala, Cerridwen, and LoA round out their team of five. Elain’s best event is bar. Gwyn is beam. Nuala and Cerridwen are Vault and beam respectively. And LoA is the star of the show, winning All Around as well as Floor finals. Team FAAFO.

Cassian - Rugby: this man loves a good team sport and personally helped most of the other males who qualified for the team. First all Illyrian team to make the Olympics.

Nesta - Synchronized Swimming: Taking those dancing skills and eight point stars to the pool. All Valkyrie team. Wings and water, who knew it was such a good combo. She also qualified to be the female fencer for the Night Court due to the hours of practice put in being Azriel’s partner but declined in favor of participating in something that she could do with all of her friends. She recommended a Hewn City female , one of Mor’s younger cousins that she met during a Solstice Ball.

Azriel - Fencing: Being completely covered for his event only adds to the mystery of the Shadowsinger. His shadows like to do funny dance routines on his shoulder while he is in a match to distract his opponents. Truly he loves surfing but didn’t want to be in a different location than Eris for the duration of the Olympics. He caused quite the upset when he announced he would be competing under the Autumn Court his new place of residence and home of his mate.

Eris - Cycling Road: Of course he won both Road and Timed. This is coming straight off of his fresh Tour De France Bronze a month prior. (Please look up Remco Evenepoel, he actually did that this year.)

Lucien - High Jump: This boy is tall and gangly and inherited his daddy’s thighs. He plays on the Olympic Refugee team because every court was fighting over wanting him on their team.

Tamlin - Climbing: Boulder and Lead. If his claws pop out and help him get just a bit of a better grip no one is the wiser.

Helion - Weightlifting: It’s all in the thighs.

Thesan - cheerleader: For his lover who is the team captain for the Dawn Court Male volleyball team. Thesan always wears long layers, hat, and sunglasses in hopes of not being noticed but he can’t help but emitting a soft glow every time his lover encourages and hypes up the other players on his team.

Kallias - refuses to participate in Summer sports off of principle but is the biggest fan during Viviana’s event. As soon as she is done competing he whisks her away to see the sights and sounds of Paris.

Viviana - Beach Volleyball: on a duo with her sister. She prefers sand to snow and Kallias teases her relentless about it.

Mor - Equestrian: Her secret manor is actually a horse ranch. She is a horse girly at heart and despite the Night Court uniform being black and silver hers is obviously blood red. Everyone keeps mistaking her for Autumn Court in interviews which makes her unreasonably angry.

Tarquin - Swimmer: preferred stroke is breaststroke but he is the IM king. Think Summer McIntosh/Leon Marchand.

Cresseida - Swimming: long distance queen, world record holder in the 800 and 1500. Oh and she does open water swimming too. The stamina and determination, yep. The Katie Ledecky of Prythian.

Varian - Synchronized Diving: tried to get Cressedia to do synchronized diving with him and Amren eventually had to break it to him slowly that they don’t have mixed synchronized diving events. He cried for a week after that because he loves his cousin and didn’t want to go to the Olympics without her. Aodh, Vanserra brother, is now his partner in the 10m platform.

Amren: sits in the stand and cheers with Feyre. Refuses to hold Nyx. The only time she gets out of her chair to stand and cheer is during Varian and Aodh’s diving. Everyone assumes it is for Varian but really it’s for Aodh. If Amren were to ever admit she had a best friend Aodh would claim that title.

Jurian - Penathlon: Actually a professional boxer but decided to do the Penathlon just to bother Rhys. Obviously he wins gold.

Vassa - Rowing: Women’s Eight. Team leader for all of Koschie’s girls. Koschie lake is secretly the most elite training ground for rowers. Koschie is the encouraging dad coach.

Alis - Kite Sailing: Because she is literally cooler than anyone else. Never wins but she has the best time. Her nephews can be heard cheering even from all the way across the water.

Briar - Judo: Tamlin is her trainer and she beats him every time.

Bryaxis - tried joining the rugby team because he heard Cassian was the team leader. Really just wants to be BFF’s with Cassian but the general keeps running away and Bryaxis can’t figure out why. The Night Court loses their game when Cassian spots him in the stand during their final and is frozen in place for hours after their game until Nesta can come collect him after her and the Valkyries are done their event for the day.

Nuan - Hurdles: Girl is fast and she’s got the jumps. She and Lucien poke fun at each other during their training on the track.

Madja does not compete and is a medic for literally every event.

Mirrell and Clotho are the judges of gymnastics, diving, and synchronized swimming.

Kier and Breon were on Male’s Double Badminton team. They switched which court they would play for each Olympics. The only opposing team was the Bone Carver and the Weaver. Upon their deaths Badminton was been removed from the Olympic roaster and their “legacy” was wiped from the ledger.

My OC Vanserra Brothers

Aodh - Synchronized Diving: Emissary of the Autumn Court living in Summer and has temporary citizenship. Agreed to dive with Varian in hopes of catching the eye of a certain Summer Court fae. He really could not care less about the Olympics.

Caradoc - Shooting and Skateboarding: 10m Air pistol. He could outshoot Feyre with his eyes closed. His style of shoot is exactly the same as Yusuf Dikec from Turkey. Skateboarding is a skill he learned from a very special someone and is competing in their memory. Everyone is absolutely terrified of him except for Gwyn.

Matthan - Trampoline: The boy has springs in his feet and his head is permanently in the clouds.

*special note from game hosts - the inclusion for Breaking this year is in memory of Andras who bravely sacrificed himself so that Tamlin would have a chance of breaking the curse and set into motion the events that has shaped Pythian today. High Lord Tamlin was adamant about honoring his sacrifice as “we would all be dead if not for him.” Break dancing was one of Andras favourite hobbies. Who knew that breakdancing to the fiddle could be so fun?

To all those we have lost in the past four years we honor them.

I think I got everyone but let me know if I forgot anyone. Have your own roster? Please tag me!

[dakusan]

Hi daku!

I’ve been reading your vampire series and have become kinda addicted to it (what have you done to me 😭)

I forget if you’ve already discussed this but does blood go bad in this universe? I know you’ve talked about blood disorders and how they affect the universe but I was wondering if there was any blood that vampires, whether normal or abnormal, can’t drink or get ill from drinking.

Can’t wait for the next installment of this series 🤍

P.S. if it hasn’t already been taken, can I be ❄️ anon please (if it is, feel free to assign one to me). Thanks! Have a good weekend!

HELLOOO ❄️ ANON MY LOVELY GLACIAL BLOODLING 💙 You are now officially frost-marked in the blood court. Welcome. Your seat is sculpted from enchanted ice, your aura smells like sterile snow and midnight, and your file is marked “DO NOT CROSS UNLESS YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH.”

Now… let’s talk BLOOD GONE BAD. Because YEAH. In this universe? Blood absolutely can go bad. And it is not pretty.

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🧬 SCIENCE + LORE:

There are three main categories of blood rejection in the vampire!SKZ world:

🩸 I. BIOCHEMICAL BLOOD ROT – aka “Dead Blood”

“Blood must carry life, or it invites death.” – Chan, Nocte Labs

This happens when blood is exposed to air too long, improperly stored, or drained from someone who’s recently deceased.

To a vampire, it tastes bitter, metallic, and stagnant. Think spoiled milk meets battery acid.

Normal vampires get violently ill from this—think nausea, seizures, necrotic fever.

Abnormals? Their bodies might auto-purge it, but it burns on the way out. Like drinking holy water laced with bleach. It can also trigger rage-state glitches.

🧊 Note: Luxe Health invented cryo-enchantment systems to preserve blood properly, but street-market blood bags? Sketchy. Risky. Prone to rot. Vampires with no contracts or vault access are at high risk of ingesting it.

🩸 II. GENETIC BLOOD REJECTION – aka “Incompatible Threading”

Vampires, especially Abnormals, are sensitive to the blood lineage of their source.

People with certain genetic mutations, severe autoimmune diseases, or bloodborne magical infections can trigger full system rejection.

Also includes:

Hemophilia with damaged clotting factors

Late-stage leukemia

Rare genetic conditions like Caligo Vein Syndrome (a fictional bloodborne mutation that emits “disorientation” magic)

Symptoms: blacked-out vision, pulse reversal, auditory hallucinations, phantom bonding (where a vampire temporarily imprints on the wrong person), and sometimes… seizure-induced bloodlust.

🧬 Nocte Labs has full documentation on every known rejection type. Chan has personally blacklisted 14 bloodlines from empire circulation due to inherited toxicity risk.

🩸 III. SOUL-BURNED BLOOD – aka “Null Blood”

The rarest and most dangerous. Blood that carries no psychic thread. No tether. No memory. No desire. It should not exist.

Usually results from:

Magical trauma (soul fragmentation)

Severe curse or hex

Experimental blood-binding gone wrong

The body being used in ritual possession

Vampires describe the taste as hollow, echoing, cold, and wrong.

Drinking it can lead to temporary memory loss, disconnection from bonds, and in rare cases, rage-state spiral.

Even Abnormals hesitate with Null Blood. It’s considered unclean on a spiritual level. Felix once described it as “drinking static and forgetting why I exist.”

❌ BONUS: CAN BLOOD BE USED TO POISON A VAMPIRE?

Yes. And it has been. There are documented cases of blood being intentionally laced with:

powdered silver flakes

hemlock resin

rage spores

venomous enchantments

false scent signatures (to impersonate a mate)

One attempt on Chan’s life involved a blood doll who’d been cursed to carry psionic parasites—he bit, sensed it instantly, and ripped the assassin’s throat out before the blood could hit his tongue.

So yeah. Vampires take blood safety DEAD seriously.

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Thank you for the glorious question, ❄️ anon—you’ve unlocked Level 3 Empire Clearance 😌. You’ll get a custom lab pass and an honorary vial in the Luxe cryo-vault.

🧊 Stay sharp. Stay cold. Stay deliciously curious.

[hanstruman]

A Hand to Hold

Chapter 28

"Someone's outside," he whispered again, lower this time — only for the ones close enough to hear.

Minho sat up instantly. Jeongin stirred on the floor, rubbing his eyes, while Han and Felix blinked at each other in confusion.

No one spoke.

Not yet.

The silence was thick, sticky. You sat up and immediately reached for the knife you kept tucked under the edge of the couch cushions. Minho was already handing you your boots.

Within seconds, the room moved like clockwork.

Felix crept toward the window to kill the remaining firelight. Jeongin and Han began handing out jackets and weapons, voices kept to a whisper. You noticed the shift in all of them — the way their bodies lowered, how they moved quieter than ghosts. Like they'd done this before. Too many times.

You tugged on your coat, adrenaline buzzing. The air felt heavy. Outside the window, the frost shimmered in the moonlight, breath from the earth itself curling into silver mist.

"I'll take point," Chan said.

"No," Minho replied quietly, already moving toward the back door. "You stay with them. I've got it."

Chan paused. You could see the internal war — the urge to argue — but in the end, he nodded. "Take her," he said instead.

Minho didn't look back as he motioned for you. "Come on."

You followed him, every sound muffled by the snow-laced ground. The cold was creeping into your bones again, but it wasn't what made your heart race. It was the stillness. The eerie way the night watched you.

As you rounded the corner of the building and reached the side yard, Minho slowed.

Then stopped.

You nearly ran into him before he lifted a hand — not to stop you, but to point.

There, at the edge of the property, just beyond the rusted perimeter fence...

Eight silhouettes stood side by side in the fog.

No weapons.

No movement.

Just standing there.

Watching.

The shape of them was unmistakable.

Your stomach dropped.

"...It's them," you breathed.

Minho glanced sideways at you, just for a second. "Are you sure?"

You nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the familiar outlines — the way one of them shifted from foot to foot (San), the tall one with hands stuffed in his pockets (Yunho), the smallest figure standing impossibly still (Wooyoung). You knew these people.

Or you had.

Once.

"What the fuck," Minho muttered under his breath.

You moved closer to the fence, just a step, enough for the fog to peel back a little — and that's when you saw him. Standing in the center.

Hongjoong.

He didn't smile. Didn't speak.

Just raised his hand slowly in a quiet, heavy gesture of acknowledgment.

Minho's hand went to his blade instantly, but you reached out and touched his wrist.

"They're not armed," you whispered.

"Yet."

Behind you, the front door creaked open and footsteps rushed out — Chan, Felix, Jeongin, and Han fanning out with rifles and blades, forming a protective line between you and the dark.

"What the hell is this?" Chan muttered.

No one had answers.

Across the fence, no one moved.

Not one of them.

Not until Hongjoong finally tilted his head just slightly — like he could see right through you — and said, calm and cold as snow:

"Long time no see."

Chan stepped forward, his body angled protectively in front of you, voice low and cold in the way you'd only heard once or twice before. "What do you want?"

Hongjoong didn't even blink. His eyes slid past Chan's shoulder — past the weapons and tension and frost-laced night — straight to you.

"We want Y/N."

The silence that followed was deafening. You felt every eye on you. The way Jeongin shifted closer. How Felix's breath caught, how Minho's entire posture stiffened beside you.

"No," Chan said flatly, taking another step forward. "That's not happening."

"You don't get to decide that," Wooyoung snapped, from somewhere behind Hongjoong. "She belongs with us."

"Belongs?" Minho echoed, voice sharp. "She's not a fucking possession."

"I didn't come here for a debate," Hongjoong said. His voice was too calm. Too deliberate. "We gave her a place. We trusted her. She betrayed us."

"I didn't—" you started, stepping forward, your voice cracking with the effort. "You don't know the whole story—"

"We do," San cut in, stepping up beside Hongjoong. "We know exactly what you did."

The weight of those words knocked the breath from your lungs.

"We told them to set you up," San added, eyes never leaving yours. "Because you didn't want to be with Seonghwa."

The world stopped spinning.

You felt it — the moment every boy around you reacted. Han gasped out loud. Jeongin actually stepped backward in shock. Minho's jaw clenched so hard you heard his teeth grind.

Chan looked like he'd been punched in the chest.

"You what?" he asked, voice low and dangerous.

Your breath hitched. "I didn't want— I told them no. He tried to— and I said no. That's all. I just... I just wanted to leave."

"Seonghwa said you'd changed," San continued, looking tired. Bitter. "He said you made him soft. That he couldn't think straight. Hongjoong was going to let it go. Until you ran. And when we couldn't find you, Seonghwa said you'd broken something in him."

"I didn't do anything to him!" you shouted, the words trembling through your whole body. "I just wanted to leave."

"They were going to kill her," Minho said, voice steel and ice. "You all set her up. You let her walk back into a trap, and now you want her back?"

"She's not yours," Chan said, stepping fully in front of you now. "And if you thought she was before, that ends here."

"You're playing with fire," Hongjoong said quietly. "She knows things. About our operations. Our safehouses."

"I don't care if she knew the layout of your whole fucking base," Chan growled. "She's not going anywhere."

Wooyoung was pacing now, agitated. "We didn't come to fight. But if she's with you, we need guarantees. That she won't come after us."

"I never wanted anything from you," you said, throat raw. "I buried my friends because of you."

Something flickered in San's expression — regret, maybe. But it was gone too fast to tell.

"We'll be back," Hongjoong said, voice like smoke. "You've got one chance to make the right call."

And then, without another word, the eight of them turned and disappeared into the frost.

Leaving you standing there, breath shaking, knees weak, surrounded by the boys who were now staring at you like you were a stranger.

No one spoke for a long time.

Until finally, Chan turned to you — eyes searching, dark with worry, confusion, something else he was trying to bury.

"...Is it true?" he asked. Quiet. Careful.

You looked down at your shaking hands. "Yeah."

And that was the moment everything began to unravel.

The gate finally clicked shut behind them. Just eight silhouettes swallowed by the darkness. No one moved.

Not until Chan let out a slow, steady breath and turned to you again.

His voice was barely above a whisper. "Y/N... they didn't force you to do anything... right?"

The way he said it — so soft, so careful — it broke something loose in your chest. You could barely look at him.

"No," you said, but your voice cracked. "Not them."

Chan's brows drew together, confused, concerned.

"Then who?"

The silence after the question was thunderous. Your lungs burned. You felt every single heartbeat like it was trying to claw its way out of your ribcage.

"There was someone," you said finally. "Not one of them exactly, but someone they let stay at the camp. Someone they trusted. I didn't know— I didn't know."

You were shaking now. Not from the cold.

"I said no," you whispered. "But it didn't matter. It was just... another reason for them to cut me loose."

And then it happened. The sob cracked out of your throat like it had been caged for months. Years, maybe. Your knees buckled — would've hit the ground if Hyunjin hadn't moved.

He caught you easily, arms warm and steady as they wrapped around you. "It's okay," he whispered into your hair. "You're safe. It's okay."

Minho was suddenly at your side too, crouched low, his hand curling around yours. He didn't speak, but the way his thumb brushed over your knuckles was grounding.

Chan stepped back like he'd been hit.

"Why didn't you tell us?" he said, hoarse.

"I didn't want to ruin it," you cried, curling closer to Hyunjin without even realizing it. "I didn't want to bring it here. To you. I thought... if I didn't say it out loud, maybe it wouldn't follow me."

Minho's voice was the one to break the silence this time. Low. Solid. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."

"And you're not ruining anything," Hyunjin added gently. "You're one of us. Whatever you're carrying... we carry it with you now."

It made something new shatter inside your chest.

Footsteps approached — someone shifted by the door. Han.

"What's the plan?" he asked quietly, but not to you. To Chan.

Chan hesitated for just a second, then straightened. The commander in him switching on, even with the crack still echoing in his voice.

"They came to intimidate," he said. "But they didn't bring weapons. They won't risk open conflict unless they're desperate."

"So we prepare," Jeongin said, arms crossed but eyes soft, watching you carefully. "Just in case."

"Everyone gets extra rounds," Changbin added, already cataloging what they'd need. "And no one leaves the fence alone."

Hyunjin kept his arms around you the entire time.

Minho didn't let go of your hand.

And Chan — Chan just stood there in the dark, staring past you at the closed gate, his jaw tight and unreadable.

But when your gaze flicked up to his again, his expression softened.

"You're not going anywhere," he said quietly. "Not unless you want to. This is your home now."

-

The light coming through the frosted windows was pale and gold—soft enough not to wake the others. You stirred slowly, the weight of everything from the night before still clinging to your skin like heavy smoke. But for the first time in days, maybe weeks, the ache in your chest wasn't so sharp.

There was a blanket tucked around your shoulders. You didn't remember falling asleep. You barely remembered sitting down.

But you remembered his hand.

Still holding yours.

Minho was already awake. Sitting beside you on the couch, one knee drawn up, chin resting on it. He was watching the sunrise through the far window like it had something important to tell him.

He turned when you moved.

"Hey," he said softly. His voice was rough with sleep.

You gave a tired little smile. "Hey."

He didn't ask if you were okay.

He didn't need to.

Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small thermos. It was warm when he pressed it into your hands, and you blinked down at it in surprise.

"Made this before anyone else was up," he said. "Wasn't sure if you'd still be asleep."

You sniffed. Coffee. Actual coffee.

Your throat caught. "You're spoiling me."

Minho grinned. "Don't get used to it. I just wanted to beat Chan to it."

You sipped slowly. "It's good."

"I know." He looked at you, really looked at you. "You're allowed to have good things again, you know."

You didn't mean to tear up, but the warmth of the mug in your palms and the softness in his voice undid you.

You looked away quickly, trying to play it off with a shaky laugh. "You're going to make me cry again."

"I'll allow it," he said, bumping his knee lightly into yours. "But I'd rather make you laugh."

And you did. Just a little. And it felt real.

He leaned back beside you, shoulder brushing yours, quiet for a moment.

"I meant what I said," Minho said finally, voice quieter. "You're not like the others. You don't owe anyone your pain. But you don't have to carry it alone, either."

You turned to look at him — and his eyes were already on you.

There was something unspoken in that look. Something tender. Steady. A promise he hadn't figured out how to say aloud yet.

You were still holding the coffee when the door creaked open.

Jeongin stood there, in mismatched socks and a hoodie two sizes too big. He blinked at you, bleary-eyed but wide awake in that way only younger people could be.

He took one look at the two of you and frowned softly.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

The question was so blunt it startled you.

"No," you said automatically, before your brain could catch up.

His shoulders slumped a little, relieved. He crossed the room, dropped onto the floor beside the couch, and rested his arms on the cushion by your knee.

"Good," he mumbled. "Because I don't think we'd survive without you."

You laughed again. But softer this time. Less self-deprecating. Like you believed him a little.

Minho didn't say anything, but his pinky found yours again, tangled there at your side. Quiet, steady, like a heartbeat.

And for a moment, the world felt okay again.

The smell hit you before you even opened the dining room door — a confusing mix of something sweet, something burnt, and something unmistakably questionable.

Han's voice came first. "It's not charcoal. It's just well-done!"

Felix chimed in from across the room, apron still half tied and flour dusted across one cheek. "They were pancakes when I started. Then Jisung added experimental flair."

"Flair doesn't usually involve cayenne pepper," Hyunjin muttered, stabbing suspiciously at what might have once been a breakfast sausage.

Jeongin leaned in close to your side and whispered, "Do you think it's safe to eat?"

"I think it's too late for some of us," Changbin mumbled, eyes glassy as he took a slow sip of coffee like it was a coping mechanism.

You bit back a laugh and took your seat. The chair beside you scraped quietly against the floor as Minho joined, cool as ever, like he wasn't walking into an active culinary war zone. His thigh brushed yours under the table. Then—without a word—his hand found yours under the tablecloth.

Warm. Steady. A quiet anchor as the chaos spun around you.

Your fingers curled into his.

Felix beamed as he slid two slightly less burnt pancakes onto your plate with an apologetic look. "I made those ones. I swear they're edible."

Minho eyed his stack with a raised brow. "If I die, I'm haunting you."

Han pointed his fork at him. "You'll regret your words when the cinnamon kicks in."

"I'll regret them when my stomach does," Hyunjin said flatly.

"Alright," Chan's voice cut through the noise like the calm in a storm. "Let's try to survive breakfast, then we can talk strategy."

The room quieted a little—not entirely, but enough. The tension from last night hadn't vanished. It just hovered under the surface now, unspoken but shared. There were too many unknowns.

Eight of them, to be exact.

Chan waited until everyone had at least something on their plate and something warm in their hands. Then he leaned forward, elbows on the table, gaze sweeping over the group.

"They're watching us. That much we know."

The room was quiet again.

You could feel Minho's thumb brushing gently along the inside of your palm under the table.

"They haven't made a move yet, but we can't assume they won't."

Hyunjin nodded. "They're waiting for something."

Chan glanced toward you. Not accusatory. Just... cautious. Protective. "We need to talk about what they want. And how we're going to respond if they come back."

Your stomach twisted, but Minho's hand tightened, like he could feel it.

"I'm not letting them take anything," Jeongin said fiercely. "Not from us. Not again."

A few heads nodded.

"We hold our ground," Changbin said. "No one touches her. No one touches any of us."

It settled in the room then—that quiet but fierce solidarity. Like the bones of something unbreakable taking shape beneath the surface.

you weren't alone at the center of it.

Not anymore.

-

The last of Han's suspiciously crispy pancakes vanished from the table with a dramatic sigh from Changbin. Felix looked far too proud of himself, even as Hyunjin poked at the rubbery edge of an egg like it might fight back.

"Why does this taste like soap?" Seungmin asked, chewing with an expression of polite disgust.

"Excuse you," Felix huffed, throwing a dishtowel at him. "That's rosemary."

"That is not rosemary," Minho muttered, and under the table, his fingers gently closed around yours.

You glanced at him, surprised—but he just gave a small smile, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. There wasn't a smirk or any teasing, just a quiet comfort in the touch, like he knew you needed something to ground you before things got heavier.

Because they were about to.

Chan cleared his throat from the head of the table. He looked around the group, eyes serious now. "Okay," he said. "Let's talk."

The mood shifted instantly. Plates were pushed aside. Chairs scraped closer.

"We need to figure out what the hell that was last night," Changbin said, arms crossed. "Eight of them. No weapons out, sure, but that doesn't mean anything."

"They said they wanted her," Hyunjin added, not looking at you, but his voice went sharp. "Like she's a thing they can just take back."

"They won't," Minho said quietly. His hand hadn't left yours.

Chan leaned forward. "We don't know what they're planning. But the fact that they came at night, stood there without saying anything until we found them—that's not just a conversation starter. That's intimidation."

You swallowed hard. "They're not all like that," you said softly. "Some of them... they didn't know everything. I really think they didn't."

"Maybe," Jeongin said. "But that doesn't mean we can risk it."

Everyone fell silent for a beat.

"We have to assume they'll come back," Seungmin said, matter-of-fact. "We need a plan."

"We need shifts," Hyunjin added. "Extra night watch. Traps set. Patrol patterns changed."

"I'll handle the map," Han said. "We'll track sight lines. Entry points. Weak spots."

The conversation turned tactical, voices overlapping, hands gesturing at invisible plans. Through it all, Minho's fingers stayed laced with yours.

You felt... safe. Still terrified, still uncertain—but held. Protected. Not alone.

Eventually, Chan stood again, nodding. "Alright. We've got a solid start. We'll regroup tonight, set things in motion. Until then—rest. Recharge. Take care of each other."

Everyone got up slowly, tension still lingering in the room like fog. The chairs scraped, the dishes clinked. Your hand slipped from Minho's as you rose.

Chan was waiting near the door, eyes on you.

You tilted your head. "Something wrong?"

"No," he said. "Just—come with me?"

You followed him quietly down the hall, past the common room, toward the stairs. He didn't say anything until you were halfway up.

"You know," he said, almost awkwardly, "you don't have to keep staying in Hyunjin's room."

You blinked. "I mean... it's fine. Unless he wants it back?"

Chan laughed—soft and amused. "No. I mean, Hyunjin would live in the hallway if it meant more drama. He's fine."

You smiled despite yourself. "Then what are you saying?"

He glanced at you, a little sheepish. "I'm saying... if you want... you could stay in mine. My room. You sleep better in there, right?"

Your breath caught. "You noticed?"

He nodded, stopping outside his door. "I haven't slept that well in years. And I—" He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's nice. Having you there."

You felt warmth rise in your cheeks. "Are you asking me to move in with you, Captain?"

That got a real laugh out of him. "Shut up."

You grinned, nudging him gently with your elbow. "Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," he said. "Think fast."

He opened the door and let you in first, and as you crossed the threshold, something in your chest finally eased. There was still so much to face. But for now, there was warmth. Laughter. A place to rest.

[raxistaicho]

It really bothers me when people claim Edelgard was taking advantage of Dimitri at the end of Azure Moon and used his attempt to reach out to her as a chance to try and kill him. And it makes me realize most people don't keep their minds open to other perspectives past their favorite house.

First, did anyone else notice WHERE Edelgard chose to throw that dagger? She chose his left shoulder. In a spot where the armor is thinner/weaker but not deadly. If she really wanted to kill him, she could have thrown it at his head which is completely exposed. Or, better yet, accept his hand and then stab him in the heart, neck, or stomach several times. Edelgard isn't an idiot. She would know where the killing blows would need to land.

Second, in Silver Snow and Verdant Wind, Edelgard makes it VERY clear that, once she loses, there is no way this war ends unless she dies.

This is literally what she says to Byleth when about to die.

Edelgard: It looks as though… my path… will end here. My teacher… claim your victory. Strike me down. You must! Even now… across this land, people are killing each other. If you do not act now, this conflict…will go on forever. Your path… lies across my grave. It is time for you to find the courage to walk it. If I must fall… let it be by your hand.

If she stays alive, those loyal to her will continue to fight. Those opposed to her would rise up against any leader that offers her clemency. The people of Faerghus are very set in their ways (even if Dimitri is more open to change than the rest of the Kingdom). If he let Edelgard live, it would have sparked another civil war within the Kingdom, while encouraging those who believed in Edelgard's cause to keep fighting. The war would never end.

On top of that, Edelgard already spent so much time locked up in dungeons and being treated as a prisoner when she was a child. If she accepted Dimitri's offer of peace, her future would see her locked up in cold, dark dungeons with the rats, potentially facing torture for the rest of her shortened life. Even if Dimitri doesn't want that, the people will demand it of him. The CHURCH would demand it of him. And he's made it very clear in other routes and supports that the Kingdom opposing the Church is bad for him and the people of Faerghus because of how entwined the Church's influence is in the kingdom.

Edelgard went into this war knowing exactly what was at stake and what her fates would be regardless of outcome. She knew what accepting Dimitri's hand would mean. So she chose to make the hard choice that he refuses to make; she ends the war she started by forcing him to kill her.

I love Dimitri, but I have to say it. He's probably the most coddled of the three lords. Yes, he's been through a lot and struggles with his mental health, but when it comes to making the hard choices as a ruler, he sucks at it. And Edelgard, and to a major extent Felix, are the only ones willing to call him out on it. Everyone else just stands by as he makes decisions that are, frankly, completely irresponsible of a man who has an entire nation he's supposed to govern and protect.

Yeah, people saying Edelgard was trying to kill him are a special kind of desperate. You had it perfectly: she was trying to convey to him that it had to end that way.