#cause it doesn't seem like Felix to say or do absolutely nothing

[im-getting-help]

"also Oliver never apologized"

thisssssss

Felix is so good, he is. That's partly why people can't help but wanting to be closer. I think in general people don't realize how Felix personality is what makes them feel this need to be near him.

Is not his looks or his money, they help sure, but Felix is so so good. He is inviting, kind and cheerful, he's warm just cause he can, cause is what comes naturally to him, even if his family is completely the contrary.

Is he spoiled and has a hero complex? sure. Apparently he can't keep a secret, and he apologizes in a breezy manner, with the knowledge that people will forgive him. All those traits don't erase his natural goodness, he cares and he's notice.

Oliver you're so dumb. You could've had everything if you'd just *screams*.

Oliver Quick, do you realize you could've stopped being a certified crazy bitch after putting that tack on the wheel of his bike? Yeah, you had to keep his attention but you could've been less of a liar and more of a performer, you... you drive me insane Oliver!!

He's just not a normal person, that's all. Oliver you're attracted to Felix humanity cause is something you lack, my love.

Felix stops. He's distant, but not unkind.

I'm going to fucking throw up and cry literally, look, I understand, Felix is shitty, but he's not fucking evil, he has a gray morality, I understand all that.

I believe that he is kind, is part of his personality, and maybe is not, and maybe my vision is too contaminated for all the love I have for him but- UHG

Just desperate to be away from Oliver

HE JUST NEED TIME, GIVE HIM FIVE MINUTES OF PEACE TO PROCESS THAT HIS LITERALLY BEST FRIEND LIE ABOUT EVERYTHING I'M JUST

Paula looks completely crushed. Felix can't bear it

KAGFLAHFLSHFLSKF (it's tears)

He's also a fucking liar UHGGG. Felix is part of the show too, he acts too, that got me crying I swear

...Why would you lie?

:'(

...I just wanted to be your friend

:"(

Can you not tell your family, please-

UHG I JUST UGH

Also Oliver never apologized, the only thing he said that could be like that was "So I’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough."

I'm sick

GOSH BUT ALSO THE DISSONANCE BETWEEN THE SCRIP AND THE ACTUAL SCENES ARE INSANE, Felix looks more angry and sad that disgusted most of the time

Jacob makes Felix so- I can't even-

I'm going to fucking cry lmao, this movie ruin me

[eddo-tensei]

The Power of Love according to Season 5 of Miraculous

Something disturbing dawned on me concerning...a lot of the development in Season 5 and it comes down to one thing: Love.

At first, Andre and Felix getting redeemed while Chloe gets sent off to the worst fate the show would allow didn't make a lot of sense. The only thing I could get from the writers was just that "Chloe bad, so everyone else good." It was stupid, but it wasn't insidious. At least, not that insidious at first. And then the finale with Gabriel happened and while it took me a while to process my frustrations with this, something finally clicked. Not only concerning that, but some of the other developments I've seen.

Felix getting another chance to the point of JOINING the heroes in the new universe seemed like nonsense until you look at what happened before that. He was someone who Astruc went out of his way to bury in the narrative and was exclusively causing trouble for everyone up to and including GENOCIDE...until he showed his love to Kagami. Suddenly, his actions are seen as righteous and his backstory of being abused by his father was justification for his actions. You see, he loved Kagami and he also apparently loved Adrien too because they were "the same."

Andre was basically just some corrupt politician who was also a pathetic snob. Then when Zoe came in, we suddenly get all of these humanizing bits about how Chloe totally mistreated him (because apparently, not having the guts to say no to your daughter is mistreatment) and when he divorced Audrey, he gets Zoe because he's someone he could be happy with. A true familial love unlike the one he had with Chloe.

Chloe, meanwhile, doesn't love anyone as far as the writers are concerned. Any genuine connection she might have in either the platonic, familial, or the romantic sense, whether it'd be to Adrien, Sabrina, Zoe or Ladybug, are shown to be either fake or so utterly shallow, it doesn't count as "love." With that, everything she does is absolutely reprehensible and doesn't deserve a shred of forgiveness even if it's clear she's a neglected child who needed help. BUT, because she "doesn't love anyone", she doesn't get redemption and deserves to be sent away with a parent who doesn't love her either. Same with Lila, she doesn't love anyone at all and in fact, just jumps from family to family purely to keep up her manipulations.

Finally, we have Gabriel, who had done nothing but sheltered, belittled, and outright ABUSED Adrien as well as commit a multitude of horrid crimes throughout the series. His actions constantly escalated in awfulness throughout the series, even showing that he doesn't care if he destroys the universe to get what he wants. Yet there was always this trait he possessed. His love for Emilie and that ended up coming to the forefront in the finale. Marinette, who had Gabriel dead to rights, decided at the last moment to try and appeal to his humanity because she knows he loved Emilie and in her mind, that love is enough grounds for her to offer him one chance to step up and help. Then when Gabriel opts to betray Marinette and starts the wish, he tells her at the last moment to try and help Adrien remember all of the times he "tried to be a good father," which is apparently an indicator that he actually LOVED Adrien too. THAT ended up being why Marinette decided to lie about Gabriel by saying he died fighting Monarch and went as far as to try and tell Adrien to remember him as a good man. All because she knew Gabriel "loved" him.

This tells me something distressing. Now, the concept of "Love Redeems" is something I'm not at all against and is in fact common in a lot of stories I like. However, it's what Miraculous does with this concept in Season 5 that angers me. The message of Miraculous ends up giving in its grand finale for the Agreste arc isn't that love can help people find the way to kindness. It's that anything you do can be justified as long as you do it for "love." It doesn't matter if you purposely get a cab driver in trouble, attempt to sabotage a date that your crush is in, put together a project that tries to commercialize air, betray someone to help a terrorist, commit genocide, cause untold amounts of damage to your town and beyond, or even destroy the universe! As long as you love someone, everything you do can be justified. Except when we decide that you don't love ANYONE, then we'll do everything in our power to show that all of your connections don't count as love so you can have the worst punishment we could possibly muster. Regardless of intent, that's how the writers ended up describing the Power of Love in Season Five of Miraculous and that's wretched to me.

[volturissideslut]

How would the guards be with a very ditsy human mate, kinda like Luna Lovegood.

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉

So I wrote for more of a ditzy/wonder-y (???) reader then Luna-esque (but not really??), which Luna kind of is so I hope that's okay??? I'm not entirely sure in this is what you asked or not but here you go

Alec

WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP WANDERING OFF?!?! ITS STRESSING HIM THE FUCK OUTTT

would be the type to wrap you in bubble wrap, place you in a padded room and coddle you day and night

look, he loves you so much

but you keep going to the woods

at night

and he has around a thousand years worth of enimies trying to get to him and those he loves because of his role in the volturi

and whilst you're bright... you're not the most sharp

and he can't have you being taken

please! feel free to wander the castle and it's garden, study ancient books and history, endeavour into art, converse with the guards, but please for the love of God stop wandering into the forest at the dead of night

Jane

Look, you'll probably both try your best but I genuinely don't think this would work with her

yes, she has an eternity

but she just doesn't have the patience

it'll cute at first, the strong, knowledgeable and mature vampire with the ditzy, slow-paced, heartwarming human

but with the type of person she is I don't see this lasting without one of you changing your entire personality- and that's not fair

BUT

for plots sake, let's say it happened and its lasting:

she is SO protective of you it's not even funny

you're her adorable little human and she'll try her best to seem interested in what you have to say

And if anyone, and I mean anyone (aside from the kings) insults you or gives you a funny look or something?????

they're gonna face a world full of pain

Demetri

he

absolutely

adores

you

1) is sat with heart eyes whenever you ramble about something you're interested in

2) random dances in the middle of the hallway disturbing everyone and causing traffic

3) indulges in the wanderings: you want to stand on the roof at exactly 5:32 am in the middle of winter to look at the stars at that precise moment because you read in a book 14 years ago about something that might have to do with it? sure!

Felix

Is SO supportive and absolutely interested in anything and everything you have to say

"oh? you saw something strange in the woods? do tell, my darling, I'd love to hear all about it" loves listening to you ramble and finds it adorable when you get this concentrating and confused look on your face when literally nothing is happening

please please please please please play chess with him!! he wants to teach you soooo bad beacsue firstly it's cool, secondly it'll make you a little sharper and thirdly he wants to spend time with youuuuuuuuuu

incase you haven't noticed I'm not that good at writing for felix but I'm trying

[mechanical-magician]

OK so I can't be the only one who REALLY wants to know where Felix got that mask from or what the hell it means right

Like the first memory implies he's had it since he was a little kid and hrrrrgh I need to know

OKAY SO I HAVE SOME PERSONAL THEORIES??? HEADCANONS??? IDEAS??? ABOUT FELIX

So I'm not the first person to say this/point this out, but in the dream sequences, particularly the first one, the white silhouetted buildings look FAR different than the architecture of New Amsterdam. Take note of the clock tower looking building (I don't have a screenshot sadly)

We know from one of the Oldheads that New Amsterdam was literally built on top of the old one. We see the buried ruins of Old Amsterdam below Versum Hill and Pyramid Island in those "back rooms" areas. Below Pyramid Island there's that massive clock tower, just like the silhouette of one we see in that dream.

One of the most notable features of this dream and the idea that this is Old Amsterdam is that we see that there's a massive river. A river that's nowhere to be found in the areas we see in New Amsterdam. It seems weird that the devs would include this particular detail if it meant nothing, especially when we see that the other details mean something.

A whole river doesn't disappear overnight. A whole river also doesn't disappear quickly from man-made methods.

If the oldheads are not only able to remember Old Amsterdam, but clearly spent a long time in it given their vibe, we can assume that New Amsterdam's existence HAS to be recent.

My personal theory? Old Amsterdam got hit by some insane natural disaster. Particularly, a freak tsunami.

HEAR ME OUT AND I PROMISE THIS LINKS BACK TO FELIX.

So the Netherlands is basically free from natural disasters that would cause the sea floor to come to main land in a disastrous way. No hurricanes, earthquakes are located in the eastern parts of the country, and notably, tsunamis are basically unheard, but not impossible. Therefore, it's reasonable to assume that most infrastructure wouldn't be prepared for a massive tsunami if it were to occur because the chances of that happening are slim to none.

The clock tower is UNDER Pyramid Island directly, which doesn't make a lot of sense if it was on a river like the dream implied UNLESS that river opened up to the sea and the sea level moved UP suddenly.

The buildings underneath Versum Hill and Pyramid Island are covered in debris and tilted/destroyed.

Why would anyone build a new city on top of the old one, not using any of the old infrastructure unless they absolutely had to? If the structure of all these buildings were all buried in mud and dirt and debris and any other number of stuff from when the wave(s) hit, that would explain why they couldn't use anything.

It would explain why everything had to be scrapped. Everything is new because basically nothing was left. New Amsterdam was built on the ruins of Old Amsterdam.

Soooooo what does all this have to do with Felix? Well, I believe that Felix isn't from Old Amsterdam, he's from an even older time. How is that possible if he's not old? Well, this gets into even crazier speculation, but hear me out.

By venturing in the ruins in Versum Hill, we can find what appears to be a Sarcophagus with Felix's mask on the front. It's out in the open area, and in a place where someone could open it.

What if that coffin has some ability to keep what's inside alive in a stasis state? What if Felix is from an ancient era? It would explain his fondness for older ways, like not using a boost pack. His tattoo even looks like a hieroglyph.

Maybe his coffin was opened during the Old Amsterdam days and he grew up some there? Before using his sarcophagus as shelter during the distaster?

But this is even further into headcanon/fanfictiony stuff.

So that's my INSANE theories on Felix and Old Amsterdam

[waterfallswords]

;

Seraphina sighs, often wondering what planet the Ranstromen is on. Ever since their childhood, he always seemed a little...somewhere else. But with far too much stubbornness to ever admit as such. "I don't have sweaty fingers, God, Felix." she retorts sharply, but the burn on her hand suggests otherwise. It ignites like a wildfire and the discomfort surges into a searing pain, leaving Seraphina with no choice but to hiss out. "Not you. You. The show, you absolute cretin." she snaps, her irritation spiking with her pain and each step becomes walking on hot coals.

"How do you know?" Seraphina snaps to his confidence about the not-hex, studying the burn on her hand and it feels nothing short but alive with heat. Her temperature rises by the second, as if she's racing under a sweltering sun. The nausea rises along with it, which is why Felix's claim takes her by sudden surprise. "Freezing!? That's impossible. I can barely breathe, Felix." she protests, her anger tinging with a hint of fear. She doesn't say as much, and possibly never will, but Seraphina is suddenly thankful he's here with her, using Felix as support to get closer to Asphodel's doors.

When they finally reach the institute, the relief is short-lived as a wave of heat attacks through her with brutal force. Seraphina doubles over in a shout of agony, the pain interrupting her pace and causing her to stumble as she reaches one of the closest rooms. "My mom...she's here, get her." it's the first thing she can think of, Seraphina practically reverting in age and convinced just the presence of her mother can fix everything. From the corner of her eye, it's another witch entirely that she sees and her annoyance is now like a ragged edge. "Just get my mom! Christ!" Seraphina shouts, not realizing she's berating Oskar's attempt at helping her. @dxrkenedheights

"Since when? Nobody's raised any memory issues with me." Felix claimed boldly, dropping his cigarette to step over while they walked. Shooting Seraphina a glare to her quip, it wasn't long until a grin curved the corner of Felix's lips and he sighed in slight defeat. "That was good. I'll give you that one." he muttered in reluctance, once again glancing to his feet and tsking loudly once he was staring back at the Sinclair. "Can you stop? This is officially more annoying than when you stab your sweaty fingers in my face." he deflected again with ease, breezing straight around the fact that Seraphina was indeed correct. A considerable weight had been lifted.

Only for it to be dropped straight back to Felix's shoulders as it became increasingly obvious that something was wrong. Something he couldn't fucking help. At all. "I...rarely wear baseball caps." he uttered under his breath as Seraphina snapped at him, ignoring the bite in her tone as he swept her away with him towards Asphodel. "It's not a hex, calm down. Probably some weird witch fanboy from your Instagram that has conversations with himself in your DMs." he griped back at her, noticing the sudden lethargy in her steps. Felix wrapped an arm around her for support, only to next be used as her walking coat rack. "Okay...I...I got it!" he snapped, snatching her purse and jacket and trying to bundle them under his other arm.

Felix attempted to keep a decent pace of their walk but as soon as Seraphina began to lag, his arm was back to her again to stop her from falling into the wall instead of against it. But it was then a confused expression moved over his features. "Phina...you're freezing. What are you talking about?" he remarked as his hand took hers, ice cold as soon as he touched her. Felix gently got her moving again, pulling her from the wall with more determination than ever to reach Asphodel. "You have to walk, Phi. Because I can't..." he couldn't fucking help her. "Just push through and run, for once in your life." Felix added for the sake of levity, urging her on quicker with him.

[poisonouswritings]

Ozzy,,, *collapses at ur door, sobbing* this is so sappy but ough,, can I get M4 with an MC who's usually serious and calm and whatever but they're so easy to fluster,, u compliment them and their face is red as tomato,, they get their first kiss and they faint,, "oh no did I kill MC,," no they just have a fragile heart 😭 maybe throw in a lucan for me if u can 🥺👉👈 but if that's 2 much I understand!! hope ur having a great day!!

A red panda waddles up to you. He's got a little tray strapped to his back, and on the tray is a glass of water and some tissues. Once you take them he immediately flops onto his side and tries to bite his own little paws because red pandas are so baby.

GN!Reader, haha tomato face, I'm adding Tulsi too because I love her and I think she would absolutely mess with you

Felix Escellun

>:)

Felix is a little gremlin in general and I think if he doesn't cause small amounts of chaos every day his body simply shuts down. Therefore this is great news to him.

Rime was always very composed/casual about affection so when you get bright red just because Felix is calling you 'darling' or whatever, oh he is so going to take advantage of this. It's new and fun for him!

You'll be trying to study and he'll put a hand on your back and say you're doing amazing and you have to put your head down while he laughs

In Blackthorn,, Scylla also finds it hilarious while Florian finds it adorable. Escell says he finds it gross but I think low-key he's happy Felix has someone in his life. Even if that person is you.

He offers to find a spell to make your blush less obvious and it only makes you blush harder and he's just having the time of his (third or fourth) life over here

Seriously how many times has he died and come back

Anisa Anka

I feel like Anisa also gets flustered when someone suddenly is affectionate with her so you guys could totally have battles to see who can embarrass the other most

At first when you keep dying every time she's sweet to you she's worried you don't like it! Maybe it's overwhelming? Maybe you just don't know how to tell her to stop? She doesn't want you feeling uncomfortable :(

But then she overheard you talking with Saaros about how you just get flustered easily and Anisa is like :) Oh :) guess I have to help my partner get used to it :) so they don't get flustered as easily :)

Haha MC Is In Danger of Dying because All The Blood Is Always In Their Cheeks

Especially when Ayanna disapproves of you, Anisa dials it up to 11 just to prove a point.

I think being in Rivath, where public displays of affection seems to be kinda looked down on, would make you a lot more flustered just on the principle that it's a little tabboo.

Sage Lesath

No okay but imagine you guys are in the hallway and it's the first time you kiss and you just pass out,, and Sage was gonna run away because he's embarrassed but then you fucking conk out so now he has to pick you up and take you to your room except he's so flustered that he also feels light-headed,, like he already needed to get some air and now he's got you cradled against his chest while he walks into your room and lays you down in the bed and covers you up and you just look so cute and

And he has to sit down for a couple of minutes too I think. He sits next to you on the bed and brushes your hair with his fingers a little. And if you grab him while you're asleep?? He's never been this soft before and he will die.

He kisses the top of your head and you drop whatever you're holding and on one hand he's laughing because it's funny!! and on the other hand he's melting because oh you're so cute and it does funny things to heart that he can get you so flustered with literally nothing.

I think he just also gets very blushy and shy with affection so whenever he tries to mess with you it always backfires and you're both flustered messes. Like he'll try to flirt and he'll touch you a little and you get a bloody nose and then he's trying to help you and that just gets him worked up. Mutual dumbasses.

Lucan de Bhaldraithe

Lucan is a menace but unintentionally!! He's just big and full of love and affection and he will prove it!!

Even as platonic friends he will constantly hug you and sweep you up in his arms and stuff and he's very :3 about it.

You guys are eating cupcakes and you got frosting on the tip of your nose so he just leans over and smooches it off and you have to put your head down and he's just very innocently going to nibble on your cupcake cause you probably won't notice :3

That being said he might work you up so he can steal food from you while you're distracted.

Sometimes he has bad days and he comes sits with you - probably crawling into your lap and mushing his cheek against your shoulder because he thinks better when you're there to keep him calm - and you get super flustered and you're beet red but you're trying to ignore it because you know he needs comfort right now and honestly that immediately gives him +100 happy points

Tulsi Ain

I'm Team 'Tulsi Should Get To Be a Gremlin' because she's spent so long being the Responsible Sibling that she deserves to be a menace. As a treat.

So you meet her and you're all serious and stoic or whatever and she casually compliments your clothes and she fucking sees your soul leave your body for a split second as you start going red and mumble a thank you and

oh

Oh! Oh she can have fun with this >:)

Even before you guys start dating, she's lavishing you in compliments and flirts. Especially because she knows how to keep her expression flat, so she just casually tells you you're adorable or something and snickers when you perish

She's teaching you how to smith something and she's standing behind you and guiding your hands and then she sets her chin on your shoulder and says you're doing great and you have to set the hammer down because you get really lightheaded and she's trying not to laugh as she blames it on the heat of the forge even tho she knows full well it's her fault

Rime Varela

The first time he notices how flustered you get he evil grins because Oh He Is Going To Torture You

Every time he talks to you he uses some kind of pet name. Every time you guys go out he holds your hand and kisses you. If he goes out without you he brings you back treats/presents. Cooks your favorite foods. You're just curled into a ball on the floor because Why Is He So Evil !!!!! And he just very innocently says that he just wants his gorgeous partner to know how much he loves them :) and he is evil

He just thinks it's really fun to mess with you. Especially in public. He will tone it down if you ask. Offers to use his ice magic to cool you off when you're particularly red.

Omg if you actually do pass out the first time you guys kiss, Rime's immediate impulse is to use healing magic,, but then he realizes why you passed out and he just can't stop snickering because Yeah His Partner Sure Is A Fucking Idiot Like That. He wouldn't have you any other way though.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

.

Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

.

When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

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I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

Finally read your Miklan post after getting a bit into AG, and yeah. This delves into my issues with it too; it's not a matter of Dimitri being wrong for giving Miklan a chance in the first place, or even specifically a position of power since that power seems so limited. It's that, even if he consulted Sylvain about it, Miklan is continually in Sylvain's presence and is... doing nothing to even try TO redeem himself or to make things right with his brother?

Like yeah "give anyone a chance to redeem themselves" but like Miklan isn't. Doing that. Like sure he fights for the Kingdom or whatever and that's nice and all, but he almost always seems to do so begrudgingly (at least as of Chapter 8) and not because he wants to redeem himself. Which checks with, again, him doing absolutely nothing to try to fix the damage he's caused from his extensive abuse of Sylvain. And it's not like he's not trying to do that because he feels oh so guilty, it looks far more like he doesn't care to - at least, again, as of Chapter 8.

Yeah Dimitri needed commanders and took from any basket he could grab from, but something as small as having it to where Miklan and Sylvain can't be seen in the same explore sections at the same time could have gone a long way with dealing with the less-than-stellar handling of the whole thing - something to show that Dimitri is at least mitigating contact between the abuser who doesn't care to make up for his abuse and the abuse victim who very clearly/understandably is uncomfortable being around their abuser :/

(also ngl i don't get why 3H/Hopes is so keen on saying that leading a bandit group makes you a capable commander in an army like... that's like saying the leader of a violent prison gang could totally be a general in the army lmao like the two things aren't NEAR the same level)

Once again I say nothing nice about Miklan, so

It's just so contrived. Dimitri is already pretty clear that he doesn't give a shit about someone's station; Ashe's reputation as something of a street urchin isn't something of the distant past, according to his paralogue in Hopes, and Mercedes comes from an itty bitty village in Faerghus where everyone knows everyone. Let's not forget Dedue, who embodied pretty much everything the kingdom hated for a very long time. All three of these people are part of his innermost circle and trusted with a fair bit of his army's affairs--Dedue more than the rest as one of his right-hand men. (Left-hand man? Felix seems happy taking the right, and Dimitri does indeed have two hands.) But anyway, now we have Shez to throw in the mix, who you can't say has noble connections (Ashe's adoption, Mercedes' noble roots, feeble as these are in the grand scheme of things), and becomes rather important to Dimitri's war effort. Of course you can brush it off as player importance, because it is, but in the story Shez is a commoner--a sellsword at that--to whom Dimitri has trusted with quite a bit. That's a 1:1 ratio of commoners to nobles in Dimitri's close circle of advisors/commanders, and one of them already redeemed himself from a life of crime.

So why oh why did they feel the need to make Miklan redeemable? He doesn't need to be here even from a perspective of "Commoners are cool too"! I'll keep it brief, but for the sake of answering this ask, I should mention a tidbit they added into Hopes: Matthias, Mr. Wall of Ice himself, apparently imparted to Miklan all his knowledge of tactics and combat. Miklan is smart and capable and worthy of this specific post because his father taught him everything he himself knew. Which--wild. Don't know how they thought that was a good writing decision, but that's a discussion for a whole other post. If Miklan was indeed taught everything Matthias knows, then yes he would be capable. As a consultant, or even someone managing the front lines, but far away from Sylvain. I like to think, for my own fucking sanity, that Dimitri did not see the bruises on Sylvain that Ingrid did; she's the only one to comment on them, despite Felix voicing his displeasure very loudly right at Dimitri's face, and we know that Felix does not miss an opportunity to point out someone's failings. That falls into the realm of speculation and headcanon though, so, not much use in delving into that.

I dunno it's all just. Like. You'll see why this is all such a waste, if you haven't already. Miklan was so poorly handled it makes my head spin.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

I finally finished reading odnlb! It was quite a ride, worth all the spoilers. To celebrate, I'm gonna risk my rep and give you an attempt at a song analysis with "Absolutely Anything" by CG5 (feat. OR3O). Yep, it's another duet. I just think it suits Adrien around Lila. Or to a lesser degree, Gabe around Lila. Both Agreste men are strung along by Lila, but I'm just gonna use Adrien for this one.

The male parts are about a guy trapped in a situation he can't escape. The first two stanzas neatly summarizes Adrien's situation. He's in the depths of dark despair, he can't succeed. He'll never be the same again after everything he's seen.

"She's here and there and everywhere" is an interesting line to me considering Lila, and finally reading chapter 28, well shit. And the part where he sings "I can hear you calling" and begging "won't you set me free?" is practically Adrien anytime Gabe (or rather Lila?) calls on him.

"I'll do anything, anything

Anything that you need me to do

Absolutely anything for you"

The part of the chorus doesn't feel like it's about Lila, rather, Maribug... but Lila sure wants it to be about her instead, as with lyrics sung by the female later on going:

"You'll do anything, anything

Anything I ask you to do

But you don't have a clue"

This part sums up Lila's manipulations around Adrien. Man, did I mention how creepy the female parts are like? The way she seems so blaise about the male's suffering? And seems to be in control of every horrible thing happening to him? Hmm...

"I will be aware of the ink, swim or sink

Watching out for anything out of the blue

But this nightmare's coming true"

This is the second half of the male's chorus. Adrien did everything he could to be careful but there's nothing he could do to stop the worst of it from happening anyway.

The rest of the song feels like a prediction, especially around the female's parts. My interpretation is just my speculation for your fic so it should be taken with a grain of salt.

"I'm falling apart, I'm falling" is a lyric shared by the male and female singers but there're different contexts for each. The male is falling apart as he begs the person calling on him to set him free. The female on the other hand, followed this part with the lyrics, "this body I must renew"... this part of the analysis gets a little more into my speculations.

Just as Adrien is falling apart using Cataclysm on himself to break free, what if Lila is also falling apart as well from overusing her powers? With the fox's illusions, she could cover it up easily (externally, she can glam herself up. Internally if she's in pain, she can give herself the illusion of being in perfect health). With a wish, that's one of the things she could fix while sacrificing say, Maribug.

(The next lyrics may be familiar to those who have a tiktok... so for the cringe this may cause, I am so sorry)

"I used to be so beautiful

Now look at me

My actions are undutiful

It's clear to see"

This is what'll happen to her rep if she gets exposed to the public once she's defeated... but what if this were more literal? Evidence of her abuse of the miraculous' powers leaving a toll on her body her illusions could no longer cover up? She's already hiding her appearance in general, she's probably not as pretty as she presents herself either way.

"Have you ever wondered what heaven is like?"

"I don't think I'll ever get to see it."

(Yeah bitch. You aint welcome there.)

"Are you ready to ascend, my little errand boy?

The heavens are waiting"

Kidding aside, I think heaven here is everything she believes she's entitled to: fame, riches, Adrien... She does not deserve anything, but she wants it all, and she'll use anyone to get them.

And finally the song ends with "this nightmare's coming true, look what you've got yourself into". Even if she's clearly the one pulling the strings, Lila would totally blame the victim for getting strung along by her. Be it Adrien, Gabriel, Felix... it's not her fault she played them like her flute.

oh my goodness, eris! i'm blown away by your insight and observation skills!

this song goes almost as hard as your analysis.

first of all, i'm so glad you enjoyed odnlb so far! it's definitely one of the largest stories i've written, and all the backstory only adds to that. secondly, i'm so struck by how adrien and lila this song is!

i love the contention in this song that incorporates hers and marinette's enmity. they're fighting over adrien, yes, but it's a battle for his life and livelihood. i think the female singer's parts do a great job of conveying lila's creepy possession, and the male's verses are acutally so horrifyingly sad. he's really trapped with this monster of a woman, and one who wants to possess him wholly--adrien's worst fear.

when i read your speculation, i immediately opened my notes app. let's just say, some of the things you said in your prediction were 👍🏼👀✨ it's clear you've been paying very close attention to the story and that made me grin an evil grin like monarque with all the miraculous.

lastly, "I think heaven here is everything she believes she's entitled to: fame, riches, Adrien… She does not deserve anything, but she wants it all, and she'll use anyone to get them" really made my jaw drop. this is so, so good! lila is certainly not a spiritual or religious person, and the heaven she envisions is exactly that perfect life you described. it's why she's doing what she's doing. she thinks she can obtain paradise by having all those things she wants, and that's why she squashes anything or anyone that comes into opposition of that. rip nathalie.

ty for the song rec it's perfect!

[streetlight11]

Deep Scar

Summary: He used to be the popular kid in high school where everyone has a crush on him. He always gets Valentine's Day gifts be it presents, chocolates, homemade brownies, etc. He somehow brought his name to college where there were people who still finds him attractive. What happens when he bumps into a girl who treated him a lot different compared to others? Will he find out the truth behind her behaviour?

Theme: college au, childhood schoolmates but with a bad past

Genre: a little angsty, fluff ending though

Warnings: mild swearing (literally just one word), slight mention of harassment but nothing too crazy

WC: 4.6k

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hey hey :) I've had this in my google drive for quite sometime so my writing might not be so good here but bear with me. P.S the words in italics are his flashback, and hannie might sound like a jerk at one point but this doesn't portray him in real life because irl he's an absolute sweetheart :') Anyways, enjoy reading!

Coming to campus every morning only to find gifts and plenty of love letters in his locker has been becoming a daily routine for Jisung. Although he has never actually reciprocated any of them, he must admit that he did love the amount of attention that’s been drawn to him since back in high school.

He was the popular kid in school where he was known for his intelligence, charming personality and of course, his good looks.

Back in high school, girls would often slot in their confession letters in his locker almost everyday. Every Valentine’s Day, his table would be filled with chocolates and homemade brownies specially for him.

But all of those gifts would eventually be passed to his close friends for them to finish it for him.

Even now when he’s already in college, words spread around the campus of his status back in Saebom High, making everyone in Hankuk College know about him. Despite this new set of attention that was being directed towards him, he managed to make friends with a few people that he trusts.

Some of them were his classmates in college, some were his friends from music class, and some were his good friends back in high school. 

That day was no different as he walked down the hall to go to his designated locker, only to find a pink paper that had been folded into a cute little heart.

“Another love letter? Dude, at this point you should really date one of them so that this whole shenanigan would stop.” Chan said with a soft chuckled as Minho and Jeongin nodded in agreement with the elder boy. Jisung rolled his eyes as he unfolded the paper and read the confession, that was pretty much the same as the other notes he received.

All of which, never got reciprocated simply because Jisung believes he hasn’t found anyone that peaked his interest yet.

After about 5 minutes, he slammed his locker shut as the four boys began to walk down the hall, not missing the constant shy giggles and whispers from every direction. Jisung simply walked with his charming smile plastered on his face, making some girls feel their heart flutter in their chest.

Just when they had made a left turn, a figure smaller than them came crashing straight into Jisung’s shoulder, causing both individuals to stumble back a step from the impact.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” The girl who was rubbing her shoulder said as she locked eyes with him firmly. Jisung was slightly baffled as no other girl would even dare to look at him straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice clearly confused but the girl simply rolled her eyes at him, slightly annoyed.

“You heard me. I don’t have to say it twice.” 

“Do you even know who I am?” He asked, slowly starting to feel anger boiling through his veins.

“Do you think I care?” She taunts.

“Other girls would be scrambling away by now.”

“Oh, how exciting. Next time, wear side goggles so you can watch where you’re going.” Was all she said before she shoves past him to continue her journey down the hall to go to her class.

Everyone in that hallway was surprised with their little interaction. Some of them even snickered at her for behaving that way in front of him. As far as he knows, all the girls in school never dared to speak to him in person, nor would they even look at him straight in the eyes for they would either run away in embarrassment, or their face would turn flushed red.

Jisung tried not to think much of it as he continued his walk to his class.

During lunch, the boys had gathered at their usual table. However, Hyunjin and Seungmin were running slightly late this time. They were just a few bites into their meal when Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone at their table’s attention.

“Hey guys! Is it okay if our new friend joins us? She just transferred here so me and Seungmin offered her to have lunch with us.”

At the mention of a female, Jisung whips his head around, only to lock eyes with the same girl he bumped into just a few hours prior.

“You again? Try not to miss your mouth this time when you eat.” She said as her gaze locked on Jisung, leaving him speechless.

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchanged glances at each other in confusion but decided to just carry on with lunch as they ended up sitting with her. If she weren’t too direct, Jisung could almost agree that she was acting quite the opposite towards Hyunjin and Seungmin. Maybe with the others as well. She seemed genuinely friendly and almost effortlessly bright with them. 

If he was being honest, it almost upsets him that she treated him like an outcast as compared to the rest of his close friends. Days slowly but surely became weeks as she started to grow visibly close to Hyunjin and Seungmin probably because they were her classmates.

It was a Friday evening and they all decided to go to a pool bar where they had pool tables for people to play and also have light drinks if they wanted to.

They rented out two tables for themselves as they divided into two teams.

“Y/N! Join our team!” Hyunjin called as Y/N giggled, only for her to catch Jisung staring at her from one of the high stools beside the bar.

“I’ll join if he does.” 

She said as she nodded her head towards Jisung, only for the others to immediately drag him to Hyunjin’s pool table. The game soon started as Hyunjin served first. She seems to surprise them everytime she serves because all her shots were smooth and almost effortless. It was as if she’s done this multiple times.

“Wow, how are you so good at this?” Seungmin asked as she smiled at him, only to answer his question.

“I guess I’m pretty good at aiming.”

The boy giggled as they watched Hyunjin score a ball. All the while, Jisung was silently watching her by the side. 

Not in a creepy way but more like in a confused way. After they finished their one hour at the pool bar, they left to get dinner but she decided to call it a day for her and that she needed to go home to feed her starving kitty.

The boys bid her goodbye as she left, only for Changbin to question his friend.

“Jisung ah, you cannot tell me you’re not the slightest bit intrigued by her…”

With that, Jisung frowned as his mind came swirling back to all the times they’ve hung out with her and gotten to know her better. From all the mean comments tossed at each other like they were flat bread, to the time where she seemed genuinely concerned when Jisung nearly got run over by a speeding truck.

“No… No I’m not.”

Only he knows that it was a total lie but he wasn’t going to admit it to his friends. 

His ego was too high for him to easily admit that after all these years of girls trying so hard to win his attention, all he needed was Y/N to come into the picture and that was all it took for him to finally fall for someone.

Nobody needed to know his true feelings for her. He didn’t think it would be much of a big deal so he opted to keep his feelings to himself. It was another week into April, when Chan decided to invite them over to his apartment to hang out and chill on a chilly Saturday. Chan of course included Y/N in the list, hence the reason why she was currently standing outside his apartment door.

She was wearing a brown fitted crop top, her favourite denim ripped skinny jeans, a bomber jacket and her white converse.

She was greeted by Chan as he opened the door wider for her to enter.

She made it inside only to find Felix and Minho challenging each other in a game of Mario Kart Race. Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin were busy playing Call Of Duty on their phones. Jisung, Jeongin and Chan were in the kitchen, cooking up some hot kimchi stew.

Y/N took off her jacket as she went to snuggle in between Changbin and Hyunjin, watching them play an intense game of COD.

She was just laying her head on Changbin’s shoulder when he jerked forward, making her body shake as he turned to Hyunjin and high fived him after winning first place. Just then, he noticed the sad pout on her face at the loss of warmth, making him giggle as he sat back down to let her rest her head on his shoulder again before he whispered.

“Sorry baby.” She giggled as she pinched his abs, making him squeak. He laughed as he corrected himself.

“I’m just kidding.”

She smiled as she nuzzled into his shoulder while they were all occupied with doing their own things. A few minutes later, the 3 boys from the kitchen came back to the living room with the pot of kimchi stew and a rice bowl. 

However, Y/N didn’t miss the subtle frown on Jisung’s face when he saw her leaning her head against Changbin’s shoulder.

The 9 of them began eating diligently as they fit in almost any possible topic they could think off. After they finished their meal, she offered to wash the dishes since they were all busy. Chan told her not to trouble herself but she insisted on helping him.

She was scrubbing the second last bowl when she heard Jeongin’s voice calling from the living room.

“Noona! Come join us after you’re done washing the dishes okay? We’re gonna play truth or drink!”

“Okay Jeonginie.” She sang in a sing-song tune as she could hear some of them chuckle in the back.

As promised, she joined them after she was done with the last bowl, only to sit in between Minho and Seungmin. They went in a circle starting from Chan. It was in a circle until it reached her, only for Changbin to eagerly raise his hand.

“Oh! Oh! I have a good one!” Changbin said as his inner corner of the lips curved up into a cute smile, making her giggle.

“If you could go back to your past, what is the one thing that you would choose not to do?” His question was good. It was theoretical but good.

Suddenly, her eyes just instantly found Jisung’s soft brown ones as she told them her answer.

“The one thing I would choose not to do? Probably allowing myself to think that whatever people said to me was true.”

The guys started to frown as they asked if something bad happened to her back then but she simply shrugged them off and told them to continue the game. It went on until it was Jisung’s turn, only for Y/N to speak up.

“I have something I wanna ask him.”

This came as a surprise for the others but they let her do the honours anyway.

“Do you remember the girl who confessed to you back in high school?” She said. His eyebrows began to link together as he frowned at her sudden question.

“Huh?”

“The one where you rejected her confession by humiliating her in front of the whole school?”

“What are you talking about?” 

“Think harder.” She said.

Suddenly, memories start to flood in his mind like a flash flood.

“H-Hi. I made these for you. I hope you like cupcakes. I k-know a lot of other girls do this for you too, b-but… I-I just thought maybe I should give you something too. I- umm, I like y-you Han Jisung.” The girl confessed as she held out the box filled with her homemade cupcakes that she took time to bake for him the night before.

She bit the inside of her cheeks nervously as she diligently avoided his gaze. Just when she saw his arms reaching out to her thinking he was going to take the box from her, he forcefully smashed the box down making it slip out of her hands.

The students around them began to laugh as Jisung lifted a brow at her.

“Did you really think I’d accept your confession? Look at you. Who would date a girl who ties their hair in pigtails, have her tummy sticking out of her uniform shirt and constantly push the bridge of your spectacles up every 5 minutes? Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Nobody will ever fall for you.”

With that being said, he kicked the metal box away to reveal the fallen cupcakes as he went ahead and stepped on them like it was an insect.

The whole school laughed at her as she ran to the girls bathroom and locked herself in there as she cried her heart out. She was only 13 so it was slightly depressing for her to go through this terrible rejection.

Not only did he reject her in cold blood, he also humiliated her in front of everybody in the process. However, what made her even more upset is the fact that he didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of remorse for saying those things to her.

That memory was as clear as day as he winced at the thought of how immature he was back then. Nevertheless, he didn’t forget the question he got from Y/N as he went ahead to answer her.

“Yeah… Yeah I remember…”

“Do you remember what you said to her?” Her voice softened as she kept her eyes on him while the rest of them had their eyes trained back and forth between Jisung and her.

“I said… I said she should look at herself in the mirror and that no one will ever fall for her.” 

The boys were shocked by how harsh he was to that said girl. Y/N could only smile sadly to him as she slowly continued. 

“Do you feel bad saying those things to her now?” 

Without much thought, he replied something that broke her heart.

“Why should I?” With that, she tried to hold back her tears as she looked at him dead in the eye before saying these next few words.

“Looks like you’re still that same cocky bastard huh?”

She soon got up from her seat on the floor, only to grab her things to leave when Jisung stood up to grab her wrist, stopping her from taking any more steps further.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, now genuinely confused as to what was going on.

“You’re really dense for someone as arrogant as you.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes bore into his, hoping he understood what she meant. After what felt like forever, Jisung finally realized as it was as though his life just flashed before his eyes.

“Wait… that was you?!” His voice was loud as it was laced with confusion and slight disappointment.

“And what happens if I say yes? Are you gonna ask me if I’ve looked into the mirror and realize that no one will ever fall for me?”

Her words stinged like venoms as he winced yet again but this time, at how hurt she seemed. She didn’t realise this but her tears were no longer held back as a few droplets rolled down her cheeks.

“Your words hurted me back then. So I tried to ignore it and move on. But when you said your answer just now, I realized that maybe you really are just an arrogant jerk.”

She finally pulled her arm out of his grasp as she left without sparing a glance to the others. Jisung has never felt so utterly remorseful, today was the first time. He mentally scolded himself for saying those words back when he was young and immature.

He has never felt so fucked up before, this was definitely the first.

A few days went by, Y/N hasn’t talked to either of the boys, not even Hyunjin and Seungmin. Every time Jisung tried to reach out to her, she would always successfully avoid him. It has been almost 2 weeks since they last talked to her as the boys agreed to go release their stress by going to the downtown club.

They had booked a booth for all 8 of them as they sat in there with some girls coming back and forth to try and get laid with either one of them.

Just then, Jisung’s eyes seemed to scan the room only to see a familiar figure dancing freely on the dance floor. He frowned as he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.

He double confirmed that it was in fact Y/N, as he got up and left the booth ignoring the boy’s calls.

Right when he was about to reach the dance floor, he saw her deliberately get dragged through the sweaty, intoxicated humans and towards the back door. He followed them close behind as he saw her struggling to free herself from the man’s hold.

The minute she was out the back, the man pushed her against the brick wall as he attacked her neck forcefully.

“Stop!” She begged.

The man ignored as he started to caress her waist and moved up.

“Stop it!” She tried again as tears started to roll down her cheeks desperately.

The minute she managed to put a distance between herself and the man, the metal back door swung open harshly only for her to lock eyes with Jisung as he rushed down the steps, only to land a solid punch to the man’s jaw.

The man fell to the ground drunkenly as he struggled to stand back up.

“What the fuck man? Get your own girl!” The man said as he grabbed Y/N’s wrist and was about to pull her when Jisung roughly shoved him off again.

The man threw a few drunk punches to Jisung and soon they were both in a fist fight. The two males were starting to have blood clots and bruises all over their bodies and faces when Hyunjin and Changbin came to stop the fight.

“Jisung! Jisung! That’s enough!” Hyunjin yelled as they both grabbed Jisung by his arms and pulled him back.

“Don’t ever touch her again.” Jisung growled as the man stumbled back into the club.

Y/N frowned as she visibly hugged herself, only to see Hyunjin and Changbin give Jisung a subtle nod before they both went back inside, giving privacy to Jisung and Y/N. Once they were alone in the dark alley, that’s when she spoke up.

“Why did you come? Afraid someone might fall for me?”

“You clearly weren't comfortable with him.”

“So what? Why do you care? It’s not like he would fall in love with me. Who am I for someone to even like me? Right?”

Jisung frowned as he called out her name softly but she was quick to intercept.

“I didn’t go to Hankuk to get back at you for what you did to me. Never in a million years did I think I’d even see you again. But now that you’re standing here in front of me, that very day comes back to haunt me again. Because of your words, I have been so afraid of falling for someone, even just a tiny crush. That’s what you did to me Han Jisung and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

With that being said, she turned in her heels and left. Jisung stood there like an idiot as he cursed himself for letting her walk away yet again. 

If this happened back in high school, he would probably laugh at her. But now that he was actually starting to like her, he has never felt so upset and disappointed. This was probably even worse than a break up.

She refused to speak to him for days after as she avoided everyone in the friend group.

It was a gloomy Friday night as she was laying on her couch sideways, watching a sappy romantic movie to drown her sadness. She was wearing a loose sweater that made it look like a dress on her. Her calf high socks and a pair of shorts she always wore to sleep.

She had just thought about what she could get for supper when there was a knock on her door.

“Who the hell comes at a time like this?” She thought to herself as she went over to her door and opened it without checking the peephole first. She almost stumbled as she locked eyes with the same pair of brown orbs that she’s been trying so hard to avoid for the past few weeks.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?” She asked, genuinely shocked at how he knew her address.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Please just hear me out. I don’t need you to say anything, I just need you to listen.”

She fell silent for a moment before she opened the door wider for him to enter. Once inside, he followed her to her living room, only for them to sit 3 feet apart. She urged him with a slight nod as he took a deep breath and soon began.

“Look. I know whatever I did to you back then was horrible. It was my ego talking. I didn’t know any better. We were so young… How could I possibly feel bad at the time when all I thought was to reject you?”

Just then, she cut him in by saying something that made him rethink his choices.

“You’re telling me that everything you said to me meant nothing to you just because it wasn’t you who received it?”

“I… I wasn’t thinking. I was young-”

“Bullshit. Even a 5 year old kid knows what’s nice and what’s hurtful to say to others. Don’t pull the young card on me.”

“Y/N please-”

“Get out. If you’re still gonna be the same arrogant, highly egoistic jerk then get out. You’ve said things that left a deep scar in my life and here you are saying it doesn’t mean anything? Get out.”

“Y/N-”

“I said get out!” She finally screamed as her chest was heaving, her tears streaming down her face in anger but she didn’t care. She got up as she dragged him to the door, while he tried to fight back. The minute he was out, she slammed the door behind her only to lock it as she found herself sliding down the door, only to sit on the wooden floor.

Her cries were soft, but they were filled with so much pain. On the other side of the door, Jisung could hear her cries as he too kneeled on the ground with his hands against the door.

He could hear her loud and clear as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn’t bear to say a word to her as he remained quiet.

The next morning, Y/N woke up suddenly wanting to get herself breakfast to clear her memory from last night. She got out of bed, took a warm shower, got changed into her sweatpants, a big hoodie and a cap. She unlocked her door and had just taken a step outside when she jumped at the slight of Jisung seated on the ground beside her apartment door.

Since he was a light sleeper, the sound of her door opening, woke him up as he quickly got on both feet.

Before she could re-enter her apartment, he pressed his palms against the door to prevent her from closing it as he spoke up softly.

“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He begged as she wasn’t sure why but she decided to let him in. Once he was inside, they didn’t even bother to go anywhere further into her apartment as he stood by the door and began to explain himself.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know what I did was bad. At the time, I didn’t realise how humiliating it was for you. But now that I’m an adult, I realized that my actions were extremely horrible and I would never, ever do that to anyone now.” He paused before he continued on.

“I know that whatever I said and did back then, I can’t take any of it back. And I don’t blame you for not forgetting or forgiving me for it. I admit that I deserve this from you. All I ask is for you to give me another chance to start over. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” He said with a tiny hope laced in his voice although he wasn’t so confident that she would forgive him this time.

She knew he felt guilty for whatever he did back then so it wasn’t wrong for her to give him a second chance right?

“How would I know you’re not just acting this way to set me up for humiliation again?” She asked.

“Would I say all those things and bring my ego down just to prove that I felt like utter shit after everything you told me, only to humiliate you even further?”

“Nobody knows what your ego is capable of.”

“If my words won’t convince you, would my actions do?”

“What if you do it, only to leave and tell on me to everyone else?”

“I can’t seem to get your trust now, can I?”

“Try being in my shoe and you’ll know.”

“Y/N please… I know I left a deep scar on you emotionally and mentally back then, but please… I beg you, please just… let me start over. I need you to trust me just this once.”

“Fine. But if you abuse my trust, I’m never speaking to you again.” 

“Believe me, you have no idea how fucked up I felt that night at Chan’s.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he didn’t waste anymore time as he reached up to cup her face in both hands and soon kissed her. She instantly melted against his body as he pulled her closer by the waist. His kisses were so gentle, as if he was afraid he would break her again.

His touch was soft as he slid his hands under her shirt only to draw random patterns onto her waist.

Just then, he pulled away from her lips but it was so addicting he couldn’t help but peck her lips one last time before he spoke up.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N for everything back then. I couldn’t help but feel like complete shit after that night when I found out that was you. You don’t have to forgive me, I totally understand.”

Y/N just smiled as she gently tangled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck before she spoke up.

“Would I have let you kiss me if I was still mad?”

He remained quiet as she then continued.

“Besides, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself so please, don’t take advantage of this.” She warned gently.

Jisung kissed her for slightly longer before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.

“I promise.”

With that, she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest while he snaked his arms around her smaller figure. 

Ever since then, Jisung did everything he could to redeem himself for what he did to her back in high school. She slowly began to fall for him as she gave him a solid second chance and she could see how genuine he was now whenever he did something nice for her. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, she knew that he really tried his best to win her heart. And it worked.

~~~

[butwhatifidothis]

How much of a lack of self awareness must a guy have to not only accidentally have Dimitri be absolutely in the right about his criticisms of Edelgard and his friends who betrayed him in the worst way by siding with her in the war in a scene that's supposed to be about Woobiegard's pure rainbow sunshine morally diamond goodness but also not have this be the first, not even the SECOND, time he's done this so far in the fic, and not even have Dimitri be the only one he pulls this off with either?!

This exact thing is why my sis lowkey unironically thinks that this has to be a joke. An extreme long-con. There is no way that Cap'n would roast his fave over the fire this many times and this blatantly on accident. There's no way that he'd have multiple characters point out the huge flaws in Edelgard and then go on to not only not prove them wrong, but sometimes actively proving them right.

Cuz like, by copy + pasting Dimitri's parley scene lines nearly word-for-word, he obviously wanted to give what he thought was this great rebuttal to what Dimitri says in the game, but the thing is, Dimitri is right in the game. Those words he said to Edelgard in AM are spot on. But because Cap'n doesn't see Edelgard as the one in the wrong, he doesn't think to like, actually debate what Dimitri is saying? Either that or shows just how little he understands about the game ("Edelgard's war is like that one rebellion Dimitri and Felix put down!" Lonato's rebellion was a commoner's rebellion! The Shadow Library showcases why the Church is the true leader of the continent!").

So Dimitri is just standing there... being right. Like, still very much in the right. Especially when Hanneman brings up his dead sister in an attempt to rebuke Dimitri's line about living in the present because it's all one has. The sentiment behind "Where was her place, in this present you claim to fight for" is, like, the one Dimitri spends all of AM growing out of? Because it places more emphasis on those who have passed instead of those who are still alive? It's because of sentiments like that that allows Hanneman to justify making innocent people go through war, because he's so focused on his sister and the suffering she went through in the past that he can't see the suffering he's helping make people go through now? You know, that thing Dimitri IS LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?

Like man, you can't make it up! He doesn't seem to realize that Dimitri's lines in the parley - hell, his entire arc - is to stop doing exactly what Hanneman is doing, that that thing isn't good because it leads to people ignoring the plights of the living who need help now, and that that is LITERALLY WHAT EDELGARD AND HER SIDE ARE DOING. Edelgard going "ALLLLLLLLLLL of these people that were suddenly caught up in MY war TOTALLY died for THEIR beliefs, not mine!" literally is her deafening herself to the sounds of the people's suffering. And Ingrid even points this out!! She says that all these people died for EDELGARD'S cause - as in, NOT THEIR BELIEFS, but Edelgard's! But because Cap'n doesn't see that the people who died under Edelgard's watch aren't just soldiers who voluntarily decided to fight for or against her, but the commonfolk who had no say in whether they get dragged in Edelgard's war, this glaring hole is never addressed. Because to Cap'n, there's nothing to address, which makes reading this fic just... somethin' else lmao

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Waste It On Me

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.2k

I sat alone on Felix's couch, prolonging the cup of wine on my hands. Loud music was blaring over the speakers, and it took me everything to not wince each time I see a random couple grinding on the dancefloor. The party was bearable, I guess, if I would be allowed to drink and get wasted. Unfortunately, I am the designated friend for the night. I have to make sure Hyunjin and Jeongin would end up safe in their homes and not dying on a nearby ditch.

I have no idea where my friends had went off; I had been sitting alone on the alcohol-stained couch for at least a couple hours. A few acquaintances came by for small talk but immediately went off to god-knows-where. I have obviously failed to amuse them.

So basically, I was bored to hell.

I stood up, deciding that my friends are far from done from their partying (I saw Hyunjin hooking up with a senior). I left the deafening crowd and made my way to fresh air.

I decided to settle on Felix's garden (which is waaaaaaay larger than I expected -- nothing less from someone who eats steak for breakfast). I searched for an area away from view, and my eyes landed on a swing attached to a tall tree. Perfect place to hide.

Except that there's already a person occupying the swing.

I was prepared to leave and give the person some space. He seemed to have noticed my presence, however.

"Hey, you can stay here. If you want."

He began standing up, and as the moonlight caressed his face, to say that he looked beautiful would be an understatement.

His brown hair perfectly complimented his pale, glowing face. He had honest, no-bullshit eyes, and when he smiled, they turned into adorable crescents. And maybe I am much drunker than I initially thought because I had this unexplicable urge to poke his cute little dimples. I would lie if I'd say that I wasn't drawn to his lips --

I was snapped out of my daydream when the boy cleared his throat. When did he arrive in front of me? I was an absolute blushing mess, and he seemed amused by the way I flustered.

"What brought you here?" he asked.

God, even his voice sounded like an angel's.

"Uhh... it was too loud inside, so..."

"But that's the point about parties...?" He giggled. "Not that I'm any different from you, though."

"The noise is bearable when you're intoxicated, I guess." I offered a smile. "So why are you outside?"

"Designated man," he answered, flashing a grin. "And I take it that we're in the same situation?"

I nodded. Ohmygodheissoadorablewhenhesmiles.

"We can use each other's company, then. I mean, if you are fine with it. If you're not, I'm more than willing to give up the swing for you."

I laughed at his statement. "I think the swing could handle two people."

He grinned, extending his hand. "I'm Chris, by the way. But my friends call me Chan."

My hand felt small against his. He's so warm, and I felt secure in his touch. "I'm Y/N."

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We were definitely not drunk, but if an outsider would listen to our conversation, they would probably think that we're more than wasted.

We love tangents, to put it charitably. Our topic went from basic informations about each other, to the ultimate questions of life, to the conspiracy theory about our college dean, to the existential crisis of mankind, to the astronomical significance of math, to Chan's dog who doesn't know who he is. We were alternately arguing and laughing our heads off.

"I had more fun than I've ever had in any party," I remarked, wiping tears caused by excessive laughing.

Chan didn't say anything. He just continued staring at me, a little smile playing in his lips.

"What?" I asked, feeling my ears grow warm.

"Have you ever been in love?"

The question took me by surprise, but I just chuckled to hide it. "That is our next topic?"

"Maybe." He smiled. "So what is your opinion about love, Ms. Math-Shouldn't-Have-Existed?"

I rolled my eyes at him, thinking of a way to answer his question. "Love is messed up. It's like... an overly complicated problem on a math exam. You spend the whole period staring at it, attempting to solve it, until you realize the time is over and you haven't answered the rest of the questions yet. Because that certain problem took all your time and got you distracted."

"Hmm... you mean love is a distraction?"

The swing suddenly felt small for the two of us. I became extra-conscious of Chan's presence beside me, our arms brushing against each other.

"Love is nothing more than just a waste of my time," I answered.

Maybe it's my past experiences with love that made me say so. Maybe I'm too tired of trying. And maybe, despite the warm look in his eyes and the weird fluttering in my chest, I wasn't ready to fall in love again, after all.

As if on cue, my phone rang to signal Jeongin calling me for backup.

"Noona, Hyunjin hyung is an absolute mess," Jeongin groaned. "He just -- GOD HYUNG WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY SWEATER?!?!? He puked at my shoes and now at my sweater!!! Noona help me carry him home, please, before I throw this man out of the window!"

I found the incident comical; I had to stiffle my laughter. "Okay, okay. I'll be right there."

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Chan insisted on driving the three of us home, claiming that I, too, was already drunk. I was not, and he knew it, but I just let him. After giving Jeongin and Hyunjin a lift, I found ourselves standing outside my gate at two in the morning. This isn't how I imagined my night to end, but hey, who am I to complain?

"Thanks, Chan. I had fun." I stepped close and gave him a hug, which he promptly reciprocated.

After breaking the hug, he looked at me as if he was comtemplating a question. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Your hand," I prompted.

"Huh?"

I rolled my eyes. I pulled a pen from my pocket, took his hand, and wrote down my number.

"I figured you have something to say to me. If you can't say it now, maybe you can say it some other time?"

He grinned from ear to ear. "I think I'll do that. Thanks for tonight, Y/N."

Having a new friend won't hurt, right?

°°°°°°°°°

I plopped down on my bed, exhaustion pulling me close to its bossom. I don't think I can sleep just yet, though -- I keep on seeing Chan's smile everytime I close my eyes. And maybe I'm being crazy right now, because I keep on playing his soft giggles in my head. I took a pillow to muffle my indiscriminate squeal.

Why does he have to be so cute?!?!?!?

My phone suddenly chimed, pulling me out of my reverie. I fished it from my bag, expecting a drunk text from one of my friends.

A text from an unknown number?

I quickly opened the message, and I found myself smiling like an idiot. Like a wasted idiot.

"If love is nothing more than just a waste of your time, why don't you waste it on me? :) -- C ♡"

[vixenofthemist]

I JUST WOKE UP FROM A NAP AND CHARACTER PROFILES ARE OUT AHHHH

Im gonna mostly talk about the Golden Deer bc I've been waiting for forever for SOMETHING about them and now I have it I'm gonna run.

But some of my thoughts on the other houses:

Black Eagles: Nothing really caught my attention other then they have the most people without crests, and Dorothea hates herself :<

Blue Lions: Well... that certainly confirms the theory that the Childhood Friends don't accept Dedue very well aosjsj Sylvain is the only one who doesn't seem to have a problem with Dimitri no wonder he's so willing to work on his womanizing he's the only friend who isn't judging him (bc Ingrid HAS to not like that Dimitri has Dedue as a retainer and even if it didn't sour their relationship completely it had to have put some strain on it. No wonder she and Felix are seen together so often aksjsj). ALSO ANNETTES A SWEET ANGEL.

OK Now Onto the Golden Deer akjsjs (I'm on mobile or else I'd put a read more sorry akdjsj)

FIRST OF ALL- THIS???

DOESN'T SHE MENTION AN OLDER BROTHER IN THE ADVICE BOX??? I could be remembering it wrong but I SWEAR she was like "i have to write my brother but I dont know what to write him about so tell me". Someone please explain is my memory bad or is Hilda submitting false facts to the ask box for fun?

Hilda is definitely that girl who said "um excuse me we're having a conversation. Rude." To a teacher when they tried to stop her talking in class aksjaj

I love how persuasion is right in the middle of her otherwise totally normal likes lol i can just hear her listing off her likes and just saying that aloud so casually and the person she's talking to is just like "excuse me- wait what was that one in the middle??" "Fashion :>"

RAPHAEL HAS A BABY SISTER!!!!!!!!!!! I REPEAT RAPHAEL HAS A BABY SISTER AHHHHHHHH HE MUST BE SUCH A GOOD BIG BRO!! PLEASE LET NOTHING HAPPEN TO HER IF SOMEONE EVEN LOOKS AT HER FUNNY I WILL DELETE THEM

ASSJSHAJS Lorenz likes Monitering Claude LMAO, its his #1 hobby. Also we finally have a reason to have a rivalry with Black Eagles- Lorenz hates coffee but Hubert loves it. (Also he hates vulgarity lmao bet there was at least 1 time where Leonie and Claude just swore constantly around him for an entire day alsjsj)

Also what is a worthy women and how much do you wanna bet he's been slapped in the face for phrasing it like that bc he absolutely has to have been socked at least once.

Ignatz hates lightning and there better be some good found family fics of the Golden Deer helping him distract himself during storms!!

(Also he seems to really like the church so wonder how that goes with Claude aksjs)

Lysithea still adorable, loves sweets and cute things and hates bitter food aksjjss also hates anything physcially laborious what a gigantic mood

Ashe also hates ghost and as someone who thinks they'd be adorable together I love the idea that they're the couple that go see a disney movie while the others go watch horror (but they still get scared by the wind that night and call Mercedes to come take care of the ghost aksjjs).

Leonie's is exactly how I thought it'd be aksjsj don't have a lot to say except she's the big sister of the group and has for sure punched Lorenz in the face

Marianne and Claude are at the bottom bc they're my favorites and I have a lot to say about them akshshs

Ladakdjsj why does "long rides" make me think of a dating profile?? "Hi my name is Claude Von Riegan, I love long rides on the beach and tactically scheming as the sunsets. Pick me and I'll let you grasp any part of me you want."

Anyway SO pumped to finally have stuff coming out about Claude aksjsjs after what feels like years of just getting scraps we're finally getting some gosh dang FOOD and we DESERVE IT

His dislikes are interesting, like its so clear he doesn't trust the gods at ALL kasjjs and he clearly has a reason for that which I'm sure will come out in the main plot since its all about the church who are just a bunch of people blindly following Seiros akdjs

(Also who's gonna tell him he's in a fire emblem game and is just as subject to the rng gods as the rest of us? Leaving things to chance is the underlying tagline of the combat system cause sure you have a 95% to hit but there's still a chance you won't 🙃)

Love that he likes poetry, he is the guy who can rehearse shakespear by heart but mostly just spouts the existential stuff but will whip out a real romantic verse when the moments right (unlike Lorenz who only remembers the romantic stuff). Definitely is the guy who writes haiku jokes using haiku's and it drives everyone else crazy. Also I hc that he means long rides on his wyvern and not a horse bc ever since I saw that he can become a wyvern rider I can't not think of him as one akssj (I'm calling the wyvern Goldy the Golden Good Boy of the Von Riegans, Goldy for short, becauze it makes me laugh akdjsj.)

Also wtf does planning feasts mean??? What does planning a feast entail?? Is this just a medieval way to say he likes to party??

MARIANNE'S #1 DISLIKE IS HERSELF NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHO DID THIS TO HER WHERE ARE THEY AND HOW PREPARED ARE THEY FOR THESE HANDS???

PLEASE LET ME BE ABLE TO GIVE HER A HUG INTSYS!!!

Ok calming down I am SO fascinated by Marianne, cause she clearly has so much story to her and I for one can't wait to find it all out. Cause she's so different from the other nobles, all of them are quite confident and loud (in personality and color) but shes the exact opposite, and we don't even know what her crest is so we can't figure out who her birth family are and what happened to them that made her get fostered by the Edmunds. And the Edmunds themselves are just another hole because how do they treat her? I cant imagine its good? But perhaps it is and whatever happened to her birth family is why she's so depressed and lacks self confidence? Akjdkss Ok I'm just rambling now I'll stop but long story short I'm hyped to play Golden Deer and see what her relationship is with the rest of the house xD (especially Claude bc they have such different viewpoints on the gods and the church so their supports are gonna be interesting aksjjs)

[kabhi-haath-pakad-k-tu-mera]

A Path Of Ambition and Power

Written for The International Wizarding School Championship

Round 3 : Welcome to the Dungeons, it's potions time!

Theme : Felix Felicis

Word Count : 2766

School : Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Year : Year 3

Prompt : [Main] 7. Begging (Action),

[Additional] 1. Dungeons (Setting), 

[Additional] 10. Drizzling - Rain (Weather) 

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I.

In all twenty years of her life, Bellatrix Black has only ever felt repressed. Repressed and suffocated. She’s always had ambition, always had great plans for power except, as her mother tells her none-too-gently again, it would ruin their family's impression—put a damper on the Blacks’ power. It’s the twentieth century still, and they are, after all, the aristocrats of the Wizarding World. It wouldn't do for a daughter from the Black family to be seen working her way through the ministry, running for minister of magic. The Wizarding World would never let a woman run their ministry anyway. No, she’s to be married off into a respectable pure blood family and gain the Blacks another vote in the Wizengamot. Traded. As if she were a commodity. 

Bellatrix wants to scream out every rebellious thought inside her head and tell everyone exactly what she thinks of their ideas of how she is supposed to behave. Instead, she blankly looks her mother in her eyes, unwavering all through her admonishment, even as Druella's lips set into a thin line, which she knows not be a good sign. Druella only glares at her icily before leaving the room in a flurry of robes. Bella relaxes, but only just, waiting for Narcissa’s disapproving voice to cut the thick tension in the room as she knows it will.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to upset mother so. It’ll only take a turn for the worse, you know.” 

Bella doesn't need to turn to know that there is a dainty frown marring Narcissa’s features. 

She doesn't reply, afraid she’ll say things she’d regret. She stares at the brightly wallpapered wall instead, reciting to herself the names of all the heavenly bodies she knows, all that her family members are named after—Cygnus, Cassiopeia, Orion, Sirius, Andromeda … She stops and exhales sharply, anger and resentment bubbling in her throat.

 She would never forgive Andromeda for marrying a filthy Mudblood, but now she’s finally starting to understand why Andy had always been so desperate to get rid of her aristocratic status and ties to the Black family. If it weren't for her love for Narcissa, she would've run away too. They are twins after all, Andy and her, they share more than just their appearances.

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II.

Bella doesn't think that her distaste for the curse that is patriarchy can expand any further, but she is proven wrong yet again as she smiles almost painfully at the numerous wizards her mother has introduced her to (all of whom are leering at her unabashedly) and hopes it doesn't look like a grimace. 

She finally manages to excuse herself from the gentlemen and starts weaving her way through the other guests, searching for Narcissa whom she had lost in the crowd when her mother had gotten hold of her.

She doesn't even understand what it is that has made her accompany her mother and father to this Christmas ball organised by the Malfoys in honour of a wizard that is nowadays said to be the greatest wizard to be born. He is said to be as powerful as Dumbledore—perhaps even more so—and set onto a path to reform the Wizarding World, purge it of Mudbloods, and overthrow the statue of secrecy. She quietens the little voice in the back of her head that tells her exactly why she is where she is.

 Because you wanted to know if it was true. 

She’s about to go out into the gardens to continue looking for her sister when she suddenly stops, and the door to her left opens with a bang and everyone is quiet. Lord Voldemort does make quite an entrance.

She knows of him from having heard her father speak of him during meals. Such a great wizard, such great ability, such great plans. 

“Lord Voldemort will cleanse the Wizarding World”, 

she's heard him say, and he says it with reverence. 

It is through him that she’d come to know of the followers he was gathering—Death Eaters—and he had declared that he would recruit anyone who was loyal, anyone whose blood was pure, anyone who had the same thirst for power and who wanted the Wizarding World to rise above the filthy Muggles, to get out of the hiding they had been forced into. Anyone. Even Witches. She hadn't had to pretend to be interested in the conversation that day. Lord Voldemort radiated power. You could feel his presence in your core—something strong, powerful, and cruel. And it is this power she is attracted towards.

She finds herself wandering towards him instead of looking for Narcissa like she had set off to, and finds herself standing a few feet off of a group of wizards that are quite apparently tripping over themselves to please their lord, to prove their worth. She stands for a moment and observes. Even if the Death Eaters were to stop behaving like overexcited puppies, it would be easy to mark him as a leader. She stands there for a few more minutes as she watches more wizards arrive to greet their leader, and her father is one of them, telling him that The Ancient and Most Noble House Of Black supports his endeavours wholeheartedly. 

She doesn't think her father has realized yet that it is not he who is playing the Dark Lord like a fiddle, and that their roles have been reversed, but then, he doesn't realize half the things he should. But he sees her standing and he has excused himself and crossed over to her with a frown, asking her why she wasn't with her mother or with Cissy flirting with some elite wizard.

 He herds her towards where she knows Druella is and also away from the Dark Lord. Bella can feel eyes boring into her back, though, and she cannot help but look over her shoulder to see who it is. Her eyes lock with the red ones of the Dark Lord's, but then her father is tugging her away again and she has to look away.

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III.

Bella finds herself even more intrigued by the Dark Lord and his plans for revolutionizing the Wizarding World as the month progresses after the Christmas Ball, the weather turning from the usual December cold to a dreadful wet and rain filled winter not usually associated with January, filled with light drizzling here and there.

She’s now begun to actively search for any information about him and his band of Death Eaters she can get her hands on, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn't finding the lure of power tempting. Her parents would kill her if they ever found out just how tempting becoming a death eater is to her. But she isn't going to tell them of her plans to join them, of course—if she can. Her desire to throw caution to the wind and to just go through with it is heightened every time she finds mention of his deeds. It reaches its peak when she sees him in flesh again at the annual charity auction her parents organize to raise funds for St.Mungo’s.

His arrival there is unexpected—there are, after all, ministry employees present. But he seems to disregard this as trivial and drinks in with a sort of masked pleasure as his followers—the Death Eaters—trip over their robes while rushing to greet him. She finds herself watching the scene unfold for more than a few minutes from over the shoulder of a wizard who has been droning on and on about his views on the Goblins and Gringotts for far longer than should be legal. 

She gets quite a start when she finds herself looking into red eyes from across the room then, for the Dark Lord seems to be looking at her directly. She holds his gaze unwaveringly for a moment, then looks away, feeling, for some inexplicable reason, completely naked before him—as if he could read all of her thoughts, and she could hide nothing from him. She then begins to avoid looking in his direction at all, although her thoughts cannot help but wander towards the power he wields.

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IV.

She doesn't think she could ever understand why wizards we always so delusional, or why they would think she would like to engage in any sort of activities with them, but what nags her just a little as she makes her way outside is why she is so unnerved by it this time. The only thing that had stopped her from creating a scene inside had been Narcissa’s hand upon her own, guiding her away from that absolute lunatic who had thought that he could lay his hands on her. She knows that if she had stayed, she would have forgotten her mother’s strong words telling her to be nice and cursed him into oblivion in a fit of recklessness. Instead, she lets her impulsiveness guide her to goodness knows where.

She is rather startled, however, when she finds herself in one of the numerous Dungeons the Black Manor has. This in itself is not surprising—she has found herself here when she is troubled more times than she’d care to count. She is more astonished at the other occupant of the Dungeons, the Dark Lord, who seems to be looking for something amidst the forgotten mass of no doubt priceless objects in it. He turns around scowling before he notices her near the entrance to the chamber, and his lips curl into a smile which she by now has memorised. 

She thinks about the events of the evening for a moment—none of them pleasant—and about how much she hates living a life so subdued and fancies that her reckless streak has probably now reached its peak, if what she is about to do is any indication. She feels as if she is high on Liquid Luck when she further approaches the dark lord.

“I would like to join your cause, My Lord, if I am welcome.” her voice is controlled, and she tries to hide the hope in it, although he probably sees it anyway.

The Dark Lord is not surprised, not that she had expected him to be—she is sure he sees all of her, knows her intentions and all of her past, and she knows it to be true when his smile becomes larger. He studies her for a moment, and it she has to physically restrain herself from fidgeting under his scrutiny. His voice is quiet when he speaks, but  it carries over to her smoothly, 

“Our cause, Bella, welcomes anyone who wishes to cleanse the Wizarding World, anyone who wants to take from the infiltrators of our world what is rightfully ours.” he pauses slightly “And you, so young, so full of ambition and power… A true Slytherin, a worthy addition to our noble cause.”

Bella feels as if someone is gently guiding her left hand forward and slipping her sleeve backwards until the smooth skin of her left forearm is exposed, and then, suddenly there is pain so sharp she can barely think around it. It doesn't even occur to her to scream. And just as suddenly as it had started, the pain subsides and there is a black mark over the expanse of her inner forearm that depicts a snake protruding from a skull. She has been branded.

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V.

It probably would've done her some good to see if she were being followed, but Bella hadn't bothered to do so in her angered state and this fact is increasingly made clear by her mother’s scream—which is more terrified and outraged than she has ever heard it to be—and all too suddenly, it seems that Bella is finally coming down from her high streak and reality is finally starting to sink in again. 

She has gotten herself branded. Father would skin her alive. The Dark Lord merely looks vaguely amused and walks out of the Dungeons, saying something to her father who has just arrived at the scene and who is only half listening to whatever his wife or his master are saying to him, his eyes transfixed to the mark on her left arm.

The party is cut short after this, and Bella sees her mother collapse on the staircase which connects the Dungeons to the upper floors, pretty sure that by now, Parkinson and Greengrass would have already spread the word and all of the aristocratic wizarding families of Britain would know of her deed. She doesn't try to go talk to anyone, opting instead to sit down where she is, not caring about her expensive robes. She doesn't feel as horrified by her actions as everyone is making them out to be. In fact, as she sits there waiting for her parents to come punish her for what she had done—which she knows they will—she feels better than she has in a long time. She’s their own daughter and blood after all—pure blood. What is the worst that they'll do?

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VI.

She finds out quickly enough that the worst that they can do is nothing to be laughed at, all without spilling a single drop of blood. Her family, including herself, all dabble in dark magic. What was she expecting, really? Her father fires a number of curses at her that she cannot name, all of which are undeniably all dark, and the pain she feels at this instant is like the pain she felt at the time of being branded, except ten times stronger. Probably powerful enough to cause serious damage to her body and mind. When it seems that her father is through with torturing her, she lies curled up on the floor, breathing heavily while trying to find the energy to stand and take herself to her bedroom.

It is because of this pause in her torture that when it first hits her, she is taken by complete shock, her body feeling like every part of it is on fire. She had been so preoccupied by the pain that she hadn't even heard the incantation, the Crucio her mother sends her way making her collapse and wither on the ground of the dungeon, reduced to begging for mercy. She thinks it is bad the first time, but her mother promises her it’s only a small portion of what is yet to come. She isn't lying. The second and the third and the fourth, and however many number of times Druella curses her daughter it feels as if a hundred, thousand knives are being used to cut her body, to stab it, and then as if those are all being twisted in for good measure. 

Bella thinks that by the time it ends, early in the morning, she might’ve been reduced to begging not only for mercy, but for her life. She still has all of her limbs attached—although moving them even slightly causes destructive amounts of pain—and all she does is lie on the floor of the chamber, hardly moving or making noise. 

All of this pain at the cost of one decision that she had taken for herself, but this is a decision that she refuses to regret, a decision that will feed her hunger for power and ambition for the rest of her life. She is a Death Eater now, and she is going to be following Lord Voldemort’s footsteps through a path of death and destruction. And now that she’s felt what it’s like to be on the receiving end of all those curses she has only before fired in her head at anyone who tried to patronize her, she knows that this is what she wants for all of who try to objectify her or trade her or try to use her to feel. 

She wants them to beg to her for mercy much the same way she had, every last one of them, and now that she’s seen in between bouts of pain how much pleasure it gives to the caster, she knows that she’ll feel this euphoria every time she casts these spells. 

One thing Bellatrix Black does decide while still lying on the ground of the Dungeon is that it is this euphoria she wants to know and feel every time, like she had felt about the feel of liquid luck running through her veins the previous night. And she will stop at nothing to satiate this bloodlust or to reach those much greater levels of power. She has carved out a path of Ambition and Power, and nothing could stop her from following it anymore.

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A/N: I tried to show (although I don’t think it’s all that obvious) that the slightly manic version of Bella that we see sets in after she is tortured by Cygnus and Druella, as a result of her Crucification. Yes. Like she did to the Longbottoms.