#compelled to come here felix but since your here you can come in :>

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where is the evil manipulating vampire oliver and poor clueless felix who has no idea what is happening to him and why he feels such a magnet pull towards this stranger he only locked eyes with once

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IOTA Reviews: Emotion

Hey, remember Felix? You know, that minor character who is the entire reason Gabriel has all of Ladybug's other Miraculous? The writers remembered he existed more than halfway through the season.

Let's get into the eighteenth episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fifth season: Emotion

We start off with Marinette and Adrien getting ice cream, and just like last episode, right when they're about to kiss, Adrien stops at the last second. While we don't see it, it's heavily implied that Gabriel is behind this. It turns out that Adrien has to get ready for some dance for rich people. While it has a name and I think it was mentioned in a few earlier episodes this season, it's really just some dance for rich people, so I don't care enough to remember it. Of course, all of the rich characters we know are invited, like Kagami, Chloe, Zoe, and Prince Ali. Lila, on the other hand, wasn't invited. This might sound important, but nothing happens with her until the end.

Zoe isn't going because of the “character development” she's gotten, so she offers to let Marinette wear her dress to the dance, which just so happens to be a masquerade ball. Tikki asks why Marinette even wants to go to this party she wasn't invited to, but all Marinette says is that it's so she can tell Adrien that she didn't have to keep the dance a secret from her. Why didn't Marinette just call Adrien? Because then we wouldn't have a story.

At the ball, Adrien and Kagami are the king and queen or whatever because their parents are really determined to make their ship sail even though the two show no real interest in each other (insert your own joke about the writers here), but they're interrupted by Amelie, Emilie's twin sister and Felix's mom. She's worried because her son has been missing for weeks, but Gabriel couldn't care less about the little twerp.

At the party, we get a somewhat amusing joke where Chloe fails to recognize Marinette under her mask, where Marinette not only says her name is Zoe, but her “underling” is named Chloe too. But speaking of...

Chloe: How rich are your parents? Rich? Very rich? Immensely rich? Of course, otherwise you wouldn't be here! It's too bad we can't bring out underlings with us. I'm sure these tin cans can serve properly but we can't make fun of them! (grabs a drink from a butler robot before kicking it) So lame!

Okay, did the writers just stop caring about writing convincing dialogue for Chloe? This is a problem I've noticed a lot this season. Yeah, Chloe was bad in the last four seasons, but here, she constantly talks about how Sabrina is her “underling” (Passion), or how she finds Marinete's suffering to be amusing (Derision). It's not really out of character, but it's weird how she's so much more blunt when it comes to boasting about how full of herself she is. It feels like a lot of her lines this season were meant to be placeholders for stuff the writers thought they'd change later, but then they decided to keep it in anyway. And of course to show how stuck up the other rich kids saying the same kind of stuff Chloe normally says, which is somehow less subtle social commentary than Hop Pop shouting “EAT THE RICH!”.

Adrien and Kagami talk about how they're expected to follow orders, while pretty much saying that Kagami is a Sentimonster since the camera really wants to show off her ring.

Oh wow. what does this mean? Wow, this is such a compelling mystery with so many twists and turns. I am so very invested right now.

However, as the two talk, it's clear that Adrien isn't himself, literally.

“Adrien”: Let's leave, I dare you.

Kagami: Are you insane? We can't do that.

“Adrien”: Of course, we can. I can.

Kagami: (gasps) You'd do that?

“Adrien”: Wanna bet?

Kagami: No, we can't.

“Adrien”: See? You're not as free as you claim. Don't you think we should be able to decide our future?

I'll get back to this later.

Marinette tells “Adrien” that she loves her, but Chloe figures out that Marinette crashed a party she wasn't invited to. Of course, because this is Chloe, we're supposed to ignore how unnecessary this plan was for Marinette. Seriously, Marinette crashing the party in “Gabriel Agreste”, as illogical as it was, made sense, because they needed to stop Chloe from showing Gabriel incriminating footage of Marinette. Here, Marinette had no real reason to crash this party when all she had to do was call Adrien, and Chloe, like her or hate her, makes a good point in that she wasn't invited. But again, since this is Season 5 Chloe, she could say she opposes human trafficking, and the writers would still find a way to make her look like the bad guy.

Chloe tells the other rich kids to help her expose Marinette, but because they're so stuck up and entitled, they refuse to touch her. I'll give you all a moment to groan from that unfunny joke. Then we get this conversation between Marinette and “Adrien”.

“Adrien”: All eyes are on you.

Marinette: They're looking at me like I'm a monster.

“Adrien”: Look closer, Marinette. (whispers into her ear) They're the monsters.

I officially take back everything bad I ever said about the Canto Bight scenes from The Last Jedi.

While I get what the episode's going for, we really haven't seen a lot of the 1% doing things that would actually warrant this level of scorn from the audience. Yeah, most of them were egotistical snobs, especially Chloe, but you can't really see this as a shot at the elite when it's aimed at their children instead of their parents. All we've seen in this episode is the rich kids being jerks (and even then, it's played for laughs), Chloe rightfully trying to get Marinette thrown out of a party she had no reason to crash, and Gabriel and Tomoe trying to pair their children together. If you want to show the audience how bad rich people are, you need to show them actually abusing their power and mistreating others. As bad as the aforementioned Canto Bight scenes were, they still worked because it managed to back up the point it was trying to make.

Compare this to characters like the Ferengi from Star Trek or the World Nobles from One Piece. These are allegories for the 1% that work because they do a better job at exaggerating aspects of them that can translate to how we see the elite in our world. With the Ferengi, they represent everything wrong with cutthroat businessmen who base their entire society over financial gains, and with the World Nobles, they represent the disconnect with the common people by being so arrogant, they wear helmets that prevent them from breathing the same air as the commoners. If you wanted to show how bad the rich were, especially considering what's going to happen in a few minutes, you needed to do more to make the audience not like them so we'd be more happy to see them get their comeuppance.

Marinette figures out that Felix impersonated Adrien once again (it honestly stops being impressive when he's done it during literally every episode he appears in), and he decides to transform using the Peacock Miraculous in public for some reason, calling himself Argos.

Argos' design is okay. The suit and coattails look pretty nice, and the coloring on his face works a lot better than Gabriel's. The only problem I have is the way the hood looks. It looks too goofy to go with the rest of the suit. It kind of reminds me of that salmon suit Squidward wore in that one episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Before anyone else at the party can do anything, Argos reveals a Sentimonster he created, Red Moon.

Red Moon is... a red moon. It's just a red moon that floats above the city, and it gives Argos the ability to make anyone bathed in its light disappear with a snap of his fingers. If anything, this shows how overpowered the Peacock Miraculous is, and that Gabriel was a real idiot for not trying anything like this while he was Shadowmoth.

Anyway, after making everyone think his cousin is a supervillain as part of his brilliant plan, Argos decides to tell everyone in the room about what his Sentimonster can do. He demonstrates this by, of course, choosing to snap away Chloe before targeting Gabriel and Tomoe. You really have your priorities straight, buddy. Argos then carries Marinette outside before throwing her in a dumpster, because if he snapped her away, than Ladybug couldn't fight him.

But then Argos decides to go to the streets, and decides to snap away a bunch of innocent civilians... while singing a jazz song. To anyone curious as to what it sounds like, I must warn you, it isn't for the feint of heart.

I take back everything bad I ever said about the Hawkmoth rap.

First off, I'm just going to say it, Bryce Papenbrook cannot sing. Argos is clearly trying to sound like a suave and confident villain like Doctor Facilier from The Princess and the Frog, but his delivery is terrible. It either ranges from flat monotone to trying to shout while dealing with a sore throat. The point I'm trying to make is that there was a good reason someone else did the singing voice for Adrien in the recent movie.

Second, this doesn't do anything to make us root for Argos as a character, because there's no reason for him to be doing this. I can understand why he'd use his power to get rid of Gabriel and Tomoe (even Chloe, given we know how much she's done), but why is he suddenly going nuts snapping a bunch of random people who haven't even met him before? The episode tries to make him a character who only does bad things because he has no choice to, so him doing this to a bunch of innocent civilians makes no sense.

Finally, WHY THE HELL IS THIS SCENE A MUSICAL NUMBER?! It's hard enough to see Argos callously wipe out a bunch of bystanders, essentially committing genocide, but the tone of the song is all upbeat and cheery, while the lyrics are about how Argos should get whatever he wants. What is the purpose of adding a song here? Are we supposed to find this funny? Is it meant to establish Felix as a wild card? Is the song supposed to make us like him more because of how catchy it is? What was the writers' endgame here? Like I mentioned earlier, this flies in the face of the characterization the episode is trying to establish for him.

Marinette transforms into Ladybug and arrives on the scene, confronting Argos over what he did last season.

Ladybug: You're the reason why I lost the other Miraculous in the first place! And why he took them! You gave them to him without any regard for the consequences it might have with the people of Paris!

Argos: True, except I work for no one. I only helped Monarch cause it served my plans! I needed the Peacock Miraculous and today I need yours and Cat Noir's so I can make my wish!

Ladybug: Your wish?! What do you want?! What are you trying to do?! You're destroying the world and we don't even know why!

Argos: When I merge your Miraculous together, I'll make a wish to create a better world! A free world, where no one will be under anyone's control anymore, where no one will be excluded like I was! A world without people like you to decide what's right or wrong! Who gets powers and who doesn't!

Dude, you're literally playing God right now by snapping away people who did nothing wrong, while singing a song at that. You have no right to lecture Ladybug on how to use power responsibly. And once again, even though we just saw him happily snapping people out of existence like the kid from that one Twilight Zone episode, the episode is going back to portraying him as someone who's only doing this because he has nothing to lose.

Ladybug tries to use her Lucky Charm, but gets nothing in response. This is because her plan is to get Argos to give up, but even in episodes where her plan was to get Akumas to give up, she still got her Lucky Charm (Rocketear, Qilin, Penalteam, Reunion, Perfection, Intuition), so this doesn't really make any sense. Ladybug calls Argos' bluff, so he wipes out everyone from existence. After running into Kagami and snapping Adrien back into existence, Argos is surprised that they aren't thanking him for wiping out all of humanity, and in fact, see him as a complete psychopath.

We then learn Felix's true plan. Earlier that day, Argos capitalized on a opening he had been hoping he would get for weeks, and then created Red Moon. Right after Adrien's date with Marinette, Argos ambushed Adrien, and snapped him out of existence with Red Moon's power. He then decided to impersonate Adrien so he could infiltrate the dance and snap Gabriel, Tomoe, and everyone else out of existence.

I think my feelings on this plan can be perfectly summarized by Tony Stark.

First off, why did he need to sneak into the dance? All Felix had to do was transform into Argos, and nobody would know who he really was.

Second, why did he need to impersonate Adrien? Felix claims he's doing this for him, yet all he did was steal his girlfriend and ruin his public reputation. As a matter of fact, why did he even snap Adrien away? You're already wiping out all of humanity, so I don't think temporarily doing the same to Adrien will earn you any goodwill.

Third, why did he waste so much time screwing around with Marinette and Kagami? I sort of get why he would try to get in Kagami's good graces (keyword being “try”) by trying to convince her to rebel against her mother more, but why did he dance around with Marinette while pretending to be Adrien? Felix later says he wanted to spare Marinette for Adrien's sake, but he barely knows her, and whether she finds out Felix impersonated her boyfriend or not, she's going to be pissed at either you or Adrien because of your galavanting. In fact, I don't think he ever told Adrien that he danced with Marinette while at the dance in the first place.

Finally, he really needed to wait for this for weeks? If your goal was to get rid of Gabriel and Tomoe, why didn't you just ambush them yourself instead of waiting for a public function? This isn't like has last few appearances where he needed to rely on his intellect. He has superpowers now. All he has to do is create another Sentibug or some kind of assassin Sentimonster and he can be rid of them easily. Instead, he waited weeks for a chance to steal his cousin's identity, dance with his girlfriend, talk trash about Kagami for listening to her mother when he's supposed to be helping her and Adrien, blow his cover in a crowded area by transforming, and use his killer moon to erase all of humanity from existence while singing. Remember, this is the show that usually makes jokes about Marinette's obsession with unnecessarily complicated plans.

Anyway, Argos tries to use his powers to bring Marinette back, but for some reason, they won't work. My best guess is that it's because Marinette transformed into Ladybug, but that shouldn't chance the fact that Argos snapped her with Red Moon's power. After trying to justify his genocide by saying he never wanted to hurt Adrien and Kagami, Argos remembers how his powers work and brings everyone back. After Ladybug lets him go scot-free, Argos goes to a private place realizes that he may have made a few mistakes for almost wiping out all of humanity, tearfully snapping Red Moon out of existence, calling it “his sister”. Because I guess we were supposed to emotionally connect to the giant moon that showed little to no signs of sentience this entire episode? Argos transforms back to Felix, and we learn that Amelie knew where he was the whole time, and she was apparently testing Gabriel for some reason.

After Adrien explains to Marinette that his father ordered him to not tell her about the dance, Adrien goes to talk to Gabriel about it. Gabriel, being Gabriel uses his control over Adrien to force him to never talk about Marinette again. Gabriel then gets a call from Lila, and even though she's been nothing but helpful to him since Season 3, he's apparently tired with her. Why is he suddenly rejecting the help of his most competent (by comparison) ally?

Also, the episode ends with the revelation that Lila somehow knows Gabriel is Monarch. Why? How? I DON'T CARE, BECAUSE THIS EPISODE SUCKS!

Oh my God, this episode was just terrible! “Derision” and “Adoration” definitely got to me with the way their stories were handled, but this was the first episode in a while to really piss me off. The plot was contrived as hell, basically being a repeat of “Gabriel Agreste”, and you all know how I wasn't exactly a fan of that episode. Think about it: Marinette sneaks into a party, Felix tries to scheme against Gabriel, and Marinette and Adrien end up getting caught in one of his schemes.

The social commentary about how bad the rich were just felt more pretensions than anything else. I get that it's meant to teach children a lesson about the real world, but the episode feels so confident in what its trying to say when it's not that deep, even by kids' show standards. Rich people are bad? Yeah, I think someone like me who lives in the same country as Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Mark Zuckerberg knows that. Will you actually teach kids about the financial conditions that allow the wealthy to abuse their power or the cutthroat methods they'll resort to in order to turn a profit? No? You're just going to tell kids that rich people are jerks without giving any actual evidence in the same episode you're using to try and to teach them? Man, these writers just keep hitting it out of the park here!

This whole “Rich people suck” message also falls flat because Felix is the one pushing it. You know, someone who already comes from a rich family? It's not like Bruce Wayne where he uses his money to help the people of Gotham, as Batman or not. Felix just whines about how “tHeY'rE tHe MoNsTeRs.” when he's just as well-off as they are. The episode tries to do a subtle discrimination message as evidenced by his rant as Argos earlier, but it doesn't work because we have never seen anyone discriminate against Felix for who he is. Yeah, the episode once again tries to hint at him being a Sentimonster, but because the show hasn't just pulled the trigger and confirmed it, it's hard to really sympathize with him being “excluded” when we've never seen him being treated differently by others in earlier episodes, and even if he was a Sentimonster, nobody would know or be able to discriminate against him in the first place.

I don't know why the show keeps trying to excuse Felix's actions when once again, he pretty much committed fucking genocide yet the episode still wanted us to feel bad for him realizing his actions had consequences. If he actually wanted to own up to his mistakes, he'd either hand over the Peacock Miraculous to Ladybug or help Ladybug stop Monarch. For someone who claims he hates when people abuse power to make others suffer, he's no better, judging from how both times he's gotten to use a Miraculous, he's either screwed over Ladybug (Strikeback) or endangered a lot of innocent people. And if you're wondering why I didn't point out any double standards between the treatment of Felix compared to Chloe, that doesn't really matter. No matter how you feel about Chloe, whether you feel like she got screwed over or not, it doesn't really make how the writers are glorifying Felix any better or worse, as his potential “redemption arc” isn't off to a good start.

The plot was stupid, Felix was an idiot, and it felt like more effort was put into the musical number than the writing. In my opinion, this is easily the worst episode of the season so far.

Although at the very least, now that we have even more evidence that Adrien, Felix, and even Kagami are all Sentimonsters, I think I know what clip I can start using to describe my feelings on this plotline.

THE BIGGEST IDIOT OF THE EPISODE IS... FELIX

For someone who managed to outsmart Gabriel on multiple occasions with no superpowers, Felix's intelligence really took a nosedive the second he got the Peacock Miraculous. He came up with a completely unnecessary plan that involved impersonating his cousin's identity and mocking his friend when he's supposed to try and win their favor, he danced with his cousin's girlfriend without his consent, transformed in public, smearing his reputation even further, and proceeded to gleefully wipe out humanity through a musical number, and needed other people to point out how immoral his actions were. Of course, Marinette gets second place thanks to her plan to break into the party and later letting Argos get away.

[kadavernagh]

[pm] The live ones require controlling, at times; this I understand. But the dead belong to me. Even now. Death still chose me, regardless of what I am. And what I'm not.

We will discuss all of the surfaces once we have... surfaces. The exterior comes first, doesn't it? Or do you purchase the couch first? I will use your methodology. It has been a very long time since I bought a couch. At least... I presume I Then comes the stretching.

And I could keep humans safe by staying in What does it matter if Emilio trusts Zane, or if I trust Zane? Do you trust people based on the word of someone else? Right. You're not... going after Zane. You don't do that, though, without reason. Ri So you wouldn't.

Do you have them still, your diaries? It's good you had those things to write about. Sometimes I wonder if you even experienced Mine used to be accounts of my training, and notes I took from my grandmother. She said that if I needed to write it down, it was Of course. Your cadaver will be with me for hundreds of. Not like a dedication. I would not be writing a novel at all, if it weren't for you. I wouldn't be here at all. I would be something else.

Downtown is densely packed, don't you think? All of those ears in one place. And the rest of the body. I am asking Felix if they can sell their home to us. I'm not sure where it is, but it has some compelling features. Oh, what if we had a farm? One with no animals. Or... perhaps we can get a deal on a place with a good view of one of the legs. The community could be us, and the leg.

[pm] Totes, why are they trying to control animals, actually? Who do they think they are? Huh... that name sounds kinda familiar for some reason. But trust! He will be dealt with.

Aw, thank you, baby. You bring it out the most out of anyone ever. Well it was hard not to look at you and not feel like I made your pain happen So glad we're totally over that <3 Emmy, Grammy, Oscars, Skeletonys, obvi! Ooooh do tell me all about the surfaces you wanna stretch me over :))

Not the dead birds as much, if I'm being totes honest. But I would love every single dead bird for you. I like that it'd be a splash of color with the flowers <3 And it would smell super nice. Oooh, and maybe there can be a patch to relocate stuff from my oasis too. I can totally handle that <3 [user has probably had a mini breakdown every couple of days since the cicadas came]

Mhmm. Maybe he could keep people safe by not being around blood so much. Emilio trusts him, says Zane helped him in the past. I'm not going after him, you know? Why do you like me better as a failure than when I'm good at You don't have to worry about him.

They're just a little similar, that's all. You write your thoughts about your day and like, the stuff you see. I just to write about school, and tv, and boys and girls I found cute. And about my siblings annoying me. And how my parents didn't Awww, that's sweet of you, you want my cadaver all to yourself? :) [user takes a moment to understand what Regan means] Like a dedication?

You're so right. The purpose of being gay is an honorable one, I believe you're excellent at it.

Well, I like downtown cause it's like, perfect to move around anywhere? But I'm totally cool with exploring other neighborhoods. What sounds the most appropriate for us to you?

Ooooh, I like that :) You'll handle my glands with care, I just know it. You're good with your f [user stops to prevent something from breaking] You found a producer, wow. Look at your networking. I think two sounds perfect! It can be for other types of screaming. LOL! We don't have to have neighbors if you don't wanna! Like, it'd be fun to chat and create a little community, but It's not like... something I care one way or the other.

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Epilogue: Any Card-Ateez OT8

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Warnings: Suggestive content, talk of drugs/being drugged even though it never actually happened, memory loss, pet names: princess, angel, sex demon!Ateez

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It had been just over two years since what you and Eric dubbed "the incident."

The incident in this case had been that you and Eric had stumbled into a strange woman's tent at the carnival, got drugged and now had absolutely no memory of the few months which followed. In the time that you now could remember, Eric had begun dating one of his friends, Felix, who had fit very nicely into your little group of friends and had become one of the most important people in your life. You'd also gone on a couple of dates with people, the most recent and most successful being one of Felix's friends, Changbin. He was extremely sweet and gentlemanly and knew how to treat you well, both outside and inside his bedroom. You were just friends with benefits but honestly you were okay with that. Both you and Changbin were happy with your arrangement as it was and you neither of you wanted that to change.

"Come on y/n! Hurry up," Eric called, making you poke your tongue out at him behind his back.

"I didn't even want to come here Eric," you whined, grabbing Changbin's hand so the two of you could catch up to Eric and Felix. "Remeber what happened last time we went to this carnival?"

"We got drugged, yes, but we won't go into any creepy tents this time, we'll be fine."

"Will we?" You sounded exasperated and it make Changbin lean down to kiss your head in comfort.

"Course we will. We've got big, strong boyfriends now don't we?"

You and Changbin shared a look as you caught up to Eric and Felix. "One. Changbin's not my boyfriend. Two, I wouldn't exactly count Felix as big and strong." Felix spluttered and it made both you and Changbin giggle.

Eric scoffed, rolling his eyes, "fine, you've got a big, strong, friend with benefits to keep us safe."

"Exactly," Changbin nodded. "I'll keep all three of you safe."

You smiled and squeezed his hand, your other one coming up to play with the gold heart shaped locket hanging around your neck. You didn't remember buying it, assuming it happened in the stretch of time you couldn't remember, but something about it had compelled you to wear it every single day.

Having it around your neck made you feel safe, like there was a guardian angel watching over you every time you put it on.

~

"She has a boyfriend," Wooyoung grumbled, placing the tray of food harshly onto the stainless steel table the eight demons had claimed as their own for that day at the carnival. He looked at Hongjoong and sank into the empty chair in between Yunho and Seonghwa, "She's wearing your fucking locket and she has a boyfriend."

"It's been two years Woo," Hongjoong sighed, looking over to the table where you were sitting with Eric and two other men Hongjoong didn't recognise. He knew the blonde one kissing Eric's cheek had to be Felix, but he'd never seen the other man before. "Besides, she doesn't remember us, we can't expect her to not get in a relationship." It didn't mean it didn't hurt any less though.

"He's not her boyfriend," Yeosang hummed, beginning to munch on some of the fries Wooyoung brought over. Seven heads snapped towards him and he froze, eyes wide. "What?"

"How do you know that?" Yunho asked the question they were all wondering and Yesoang shrugged.

"I heard her say to Eric that he was just her friend with benefits."

"That's not exactly better," Wooyoung grumbled.

"I mean," Seonghwa hummed "It means she's still available. We can go flirt with her, get this love story rolling."

Wooyoung perked up at that and it made Seonghwa laugh. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair, "Wish me luck then."

"You're going over there now?' Jonhgo raised an eyebrow.

"Uh yeah, if things go well I might even share her number with you all."

"Wooyoung," Hongjoong warned, hand coming up to rest right above Wooyoung's ass. He squeaked, feeling his pants tighten.

"Sorry. If things go well I will share her number with you all, given her permission, of course."

"Good boy," Seonghwa purred, "off you go then."

Wooyoung now had to adjust his pants before he walked over to see you, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you.

~

"Don't look now, but eight really fucking hot guys are looking at you y/n," Changbin hummed, motioning his head in the direction of some tables behind you. Felix and Eric both looked where Changbin was motioning too, their mouths falling open.

"Holy shit," Eric began to fan himself, "Felix, babe, don't be offended but I'd drop to my knees for any of them."

"I'm absolutely not offended because I would do the same. Fucking hell."

"What? How hot are they? I can't turn around now, they'll think I'm weird."

"All I'm saying is if you told me you didn't want to fuck me anymore because you were fucking one of them I'd absolutely let you and then ask you to ask if any of the others were into gym bros," Changbin was deathly serious when he spoke and you almost had to laugh.

Eric hit Felix's arm, "Oh my god one of them is coming over here, act normal guys."

The four of you scrambled to look like you hadn't just been talking about how sexy these men were before whoever it was that was coming over, was coming over.

"Hi," a raspy voice sounded behind you and you turned in your chair to come face to face with quite possibly one of the sexiest men you'd ever seen.

You cleared your throat, "Hi...um hi."

He chuckled and stuck out his hand "I'm Wooyoung."

You shook his hand, trying not to think about how nice his hand felt in yours, "y/n."

"Y/n," he practically purred your name and holy shit you were sure you were going to faint, "pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Thank you, this is uh Eric, Felix and Changbin."

"Nice to meet you guys," Wooyoung grinned, pushing his hair back with one hand. Eric swore behind you and your breath hitched. "You uh," he chuckled "you guys wouldn't happen to want to join my boyfriends and I would you?" He nodded over to the other seven men who waved, "we just uh...think you're really pretty."

Felix let out a small, shocked "boyfriends??" And Changbin grinned, nodding, "she'd love to."

Wooyoung's grin widened "Yeah?"

You nodded, "Yeah. I'd like that." There was something extremely familiar about Wooyoung and his boyfriends, but you just couldn't place what it was.

Changbin nudged you, whispering in your ear, "We'll be close by if you need anything. Go get some dick."

You felt your cheeks grow hot and took Wooyoung's outstretched hand, letting him lead you over to where the other seven men were sitting.

"Everyone, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi and Jongho," each man waved to you as their name was said, you waving back in turn.

"Nice to meet you guys."

"Nice to meet you too angel," San purred, stretching out his hand to lead you to sit on his lap. You looked over to see Changbin, Felix and Eric giving you very enthusiastic thumbs up and you giggled before settling into San's lap.

"That's a beautiful necklace princess," Hongjoong purred, voice deep and raspy. These men seemed to constantly have their sex voices on and it was affecting you much more than you cared to admit.

"Thank you, I don't remember where I got it."

"Yeah? That's a shame, wasn't an ex or anything was it?"

Now thay you were thinking about it, it definitely could have been an ex, you just couldn't remember who. "I mean, maybe?"

"We can get you a new one then," Mingi hummed, big hand coming to caress your thigh.

You tilted your head adorably and you could have sworn you saw Wooyoung move to adjust his pants "Oh?"

"We'll take you on a date first," Seonghwa hummed. "If you'd like to go on one of course."

You nodded almost too quickly and it made the men chuckle, "I'd like that."

"Good," Hongjoong smiled and you felt something warm and familiar bloom in your chest, prompting you to melt in San's arms.

"Good," you repeated back and you meant it. There was something so familiar and safe about these men. Something you'd never felt around anyone who wasn't Changbin, Felix or Eric before. But there was more to the feeling blooming in your chest at the thought of going on a date with these men, getting to know them.

And maybe even falling in love with them.

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Everyone feels lonely

Anonymous asked: I love the way you write Demitri...if you have the time I would love a Demitri imagine with 32, 44, and 28. I think they would be good for something angsty. Thank you!

32 - “When I’m with you, everything's okay again.”

44 - “Hey don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

28 - "Please stay with me… I don’t wanna be alone.”

A/N: I did it. 750 followers! Wooooooooo! The first of many imagines to be posted. In theory they are around 750 words. In theory. Enjoy!

It had been six months since you met eyes with Demetri across the Great Hall whilst the tour group you had joined last minute was decimated in front of you.

You had always enjoyed being on your own, you would always rather stay in and read a book than go out with friends, would rather go to the cinema on your own than go clubbing with your colleagues, it was just the way you were. So when the opportunity to go on a solo trip to Italy landed in your lap, you had to go, even if your friends and family thought you were crazy.

On that fateful day six months ago, a beautiful tour guide (who you now know to be Heidi) had offered you one of their exclusive weekly tours of Volterra Castle. The castle intrigued you, Heidi intrigued you, and you felt compelled to agree, following the group through the large doors.

You were so distracted by the intricate carvings around the door frames that you didn't notice the menacing look on the faces around you. You didn't notice what was happening until the first ear-splitting scream. Your attention suddenly snapped to the massacre in front of you, eyes moving quickly from one person to another, the life quickly fading from their bodies. That's when you saw him, those bright red eyes locked on yours, and somehow, despite the bloodbath, you felt safe.

He wrapped an arm around you, cloak shielding your eyes from seeing any more horror, speeding you away safely to his room.

In the six months you had spent in the castle, time had passed slowly. Whilst you wanted nothing more than to spend eternity with Demetri, waiting for your date to be turned still felt like a death sentence. You desperately yearned for the date to be over and done with so you could get on with life, and no longer spend your days locked in Demetri's room for his fear of something happening to you.

He worried about the guards, worried about your clumsiness...he worried about everything that could possibly cause you harm.

So here you were, trapped in a room for your own safety, for the first time in your life feeling desperately lonely. It was such an unfamiliar concept to you, such an unknown feeling that you didn't know how to cope, couldn't process it.

When Demetri returned to his room that afternoon he found you curled up on the bed, seemingly peaceful. When he moves slowly towards you, he notices the tear stained cheeks and the puffy eyes, giving away your sadness.

As he wipes a tear from your cheek your eyes slowly open, a feeling of warmth and comfort filling your mind.

"What's the matter amore mio?" He asks softly, his fingers gently stroking your face.

"I just feel so....alone." You cry, your body shaking with each sob.

"Alone? But I am here principessa...you are never alone."

"I know...but you have to leave. And I'm not allowed to leave...so I'm left all alone. But then when I’m with you, everything's okay again.”

"Oh bellissima. I'm so sorry. I'm here now though, I'll go fetch you some food and we can just hold each other?" He moves to stand but you grab his arm.

"Please stay with me… I don’t wanna be alone.”

He looks down at your face, his expression crumbling as he sits back down beside you, cupping your face.

“Hey don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer.

"I'll call Felix, and get him to fetch whatever you need, now come here."

He pulls you onto his lap, both arms wrapped around you and places delicate kisses to the top of your head. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here." He whispers softly.

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The Big Bad Wolf ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Warnings: A bit angsty at first, but otherwise it’s very fluffy 

Words: 5092 

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Summary: 

Part 1: Little Red Riding Hood   Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have  Part 4: And They Have Lived Happily Ever After 

Demetri ponders why his mate doesn’t seem to feel what he feels, tries to plan ahead, and makes an important promise to the one person he can no longer be without. 

What did she dream of?

When her face scrunched like that. When her body twisted like it was trying to escape or flee or maybe curl closer? When her lips moved but no discernible noise escaped them. When she sighed contentedly.

What did she dream of?

When her fingers clenched into thick wool. When her cheek rubbed the same fabric. When vibrant eyes fluttered behind closed lids.

What did she dream of?

He still had no answer despite years of watching her – at least that was how it felt. He could vividly recreate her face in his mind, from the soft curve of her jaw that gave her face that classic oval shape the Swan Sister’s shared to the iridescence of those big Y/E/C eyes. In reality, he simple hadn’t stopped staring since she sort of collapsed into him, her exhausted body no longer capable of keeping her upright once he used the advantages fate had bestowed upon him to try and calm her from her obviously terrified state. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he blamed her, being afraid of her current situation. The moment she had stepped on the plane his mate had been subject to stares, the probing and malicious kind of looks that only those who thought they were above you could really give. Those looks gave way to open shock and clear, intense dislike when Demetri ushered her into the small booth of the Private Jet, the one reserved for the Higher Guard only.

To add to her worry, Aro had drifted over before long to discuss her change, Caius’s open dislike for her enough to make it clear only Demetri seemed to be overly bothered about whether or not she could endure the transformation. He was determined to make it so, bargaining for at least a night of sleep since the poor thing looked so drained. Her sister was pale it was true but there was something about the bags under her eyes that didn’t sit well with him. Alone, afraid, his mate looked nothing like the strong woman who had spoken out against the injustice her family were facing, and he would have devoted every last inch of himself to seeing her smile if only the timing was right. But he had scared her to, hadn’t he? His reaction to what was obviously a very upsetting scar of all things…

It was the principle of the thing! To think someone else’s venom had entered her bloodstream, that someone else had tasted the alluring wine lingering in her veins! The thought had driven him to near madness as most other things about her had that day. It had started off quite gently, as the mate pull should be he supposed. Her scent had made him pause, watching from a distance as she spied on them with no real idea of the consequences it held for either of them, breathing her in one deep inhale at a time as he tried to figure out why the scent was so alluring – then recoiling in surprise when he realised it was because it was all his favourite scents rolled into something unique and tantalising on the tongue. Curiosity had been the first major emotion, itching at his brain, and when Aro’s impatience had forced him to reveal himself to her, it had been quiet, reverent awe that came next.

Awe that he could have the privilege to gaze upon a creature so lovely, from the red tinge to her cold skin to the soft waves of hair that almost begged him to run his fingers through it. The moment he had dared meet her gaze the world calmed, like a storm had brewed and raged within him without him ever noticing until that moment. There was nothing and no one, not a sound or a directive that could have moved him for the seconds it took the mate pull to thrum in the back of his mind, slowly beginning the momentous task of realigning every instinct and every fibre of his being to her, making her the focal point of his existence. This experience was supposed to be sweet and slow, yet watching her wilt under Aro’s stare, knowing the danger she was in, had only sped it up, fate intervening to ensure he protected what was his so he didn’t lose it too soon. The moment his Master leaned forward he knew well his intentions, and Demetri couldn’t honestly recall what happened next since his body had took the lead and given his mind a backstage pass to watch the show from afar.

“You’ve been out of sorts since you met her. Is the pull that strong or is there something more at play here?” Felix asked, a low murmur that only their little booth would hear. Though they made no effort to be friendly his friends had, at the very least, kept their conversations at a more human volume so she would not be left out. Even if she did not take part in their discussions she was not excluded from them. Demetri reflexively tightened his grip, still unable to move his eyes from her for even a moment. He still felt like he was on high alert, like he was waiting for the enemy to come crashing in at any moment and take her from his grasp.

“Yes Demetri do tell, you’ve fawned over her like one might an infant.” Jane looked thoroughly amused at his discomfort and he made a mental note to pay her back for it later…when he could think straight. Every now and then, she would inhale deeply, curling tighter into the cloak he had wrapped around her before she had practically fallen into his lap, pressing tighter to his body as he held her close. He couldn’t understand it himself. Instinctually she knew, her body just…knew, surely? His scent, his presence, it had calmed her as it should. If her body knew to react to this bond, then why couldn’t her mind process it? Did she actually feel anything? Did she not have any of the confusing, intense emotion that he felt?

No…no it had to be the bite. That stupid, stupid bite. He couldn’t stop seeing it in his mind’s eye. She didn’t feel like his, that was the problem. He held her in his arms and she had come with him willingly but she wasn’t his, not till he erased that venom and replaced it with his own.

��Alec…I have a rather large favour to ask you.” He said finally, looking up at him. The boy tilted his head, silently studying the tracker before he nodded once.

“Then ask.” He invited. Even now he had to fight to keep his gaze on Alec, his eyes already itching to look back down and watch her expressions shift as she dreamed. It would be the last dream she ever had. He hoped it was a pleasant one.

“I need someone with me Alec, I cannot turn her alone…I suspect they know that, that that is my punishment for my disobedience on the battlefield earlier. I would have no one else do it anyway but…Alec if I cannot stop myself, please, I beg you stop me.” Demetri implored quietly. Alec seemed surprised at the intensity of the agony that was conveyed in his eyes. Demetri couldn’t really have explained it either, but every thread of his existence was tied so inextricably to her’s in the space of a few short hours that all he knew was that to lose her would be to lose himself. It had all happened so fast it was dizzying, but slowly the fog was clearing and his way out of this mess was clear. Turn his mate, ensure her safety throughout her newborn year, then they were both home free having proven their loyalty to one another and their coven – whether Y/N was there by a deal or by choice.

“Wouldn’t my gift be more effective at dissuading you?” Jane wondered.

“It would also be a wonderful way of ensuring I bite down and pull her throat out with my teeth.” Demetri pointed out, flinching slightly at the grotesque mental image.

“I can strip your taste. You would not want to keep feeding as it would feel pointless then.” Alec said finally. It was as close to an agreement as Demetri knew he would get and he nodded his gratitude as the jet began to descend. She stirred multiple times, his little human struggling to return to slumber each time she awoke as they moved between the landing strip and the Castle, something not even the warm embrace of his cloak could cure. She was blazing like a fire in his arms but seemed content with the temperature, dozing on his shoulder and then his bed after he left her cocooned there. Since she liked the warm, he made sure to stoke the fire before showering. He stayed under the warm water a long time, mind swirling with a number of burgeoning thoughts he couldn’t seem to shift.

His mate was right in the other room and yet she felt so far away from him. His whole life had changed drastically in the blink of an eye, and the price he was paying felt far too high. Her life was quite literally at stake, hanging in the balance where the only thing stopping the momentum from tipping too far to the wrong side was his self-control. Demetri had only ever bitten with the intent to feed, never feeling compelled to create company given he had never been a nomad and alone. Did he even have the self-control for this? The thought plagued him because that was his punishment, and he knew he had to endure for the sake of Y/N and himself. To lose her would be to condemn himself, yet with Chelsea on their side he was sure if Aro still felt he was of use he would never escape that particular torment.

By the time he had stepped out, dried and changed into something comfier than his official battle uniform, Y/N had slipped out of his cloak to curl up in front of the fire instead. With a pillow trapped between her chest and her knees, she hugged them close and stared into the flames, face half-covered by fabric and eyes red rimmed. It wasn’t difficult to smell the salt lingering on the damp fabric and understand what had happened in his absence. Oh, how his heart broke…

“I thought you were sleeping.” He said. She jumped, furiously wiping at her eyes before she somewhat relaxed again into her original position. She had tied her hair back now, long Y/H/C waves messily scraped into a bun that hadn’t managed to capture every strand. He felt another painful pinch in his chest when she refused to look at him.

“I don’t really sleep.” She mumbled. Demetri frowned slightly, inching closer to test her boundaries. She didn’t say anything, merely let him slip ever so slowly until he was sitting beside her, his knees drawn up so he could rest his forearms on them – and keep his feet away from the fire. They sat in silence for a long while, Demetri counting every painful minute in his head as they ticked by, moments with his mate draining away like sand in an hourglass he could never get back. Why was it so hard to talk to her? Every time he opened his mouth he closed it again almost immediately, not knowing if something he said might set her off or upset her more. What did she speak about to others’? So much to learn and so little time till she was lost to the thirst for a while…

“Forgive me, for the way I acted when we returned to your home. It was…selfish.” He settled on that, a safe enough topic he supposed given it was the only real experience they had shared together.

“Yeah, it was.” she couldn’t seem to bring herself to speak any louder than a mumble. Demetri grimaced a little bit, staring into the fire dejectedly.

“I spoke without thinking, reacted without really thinking either, about the pain that wound must have caused you.” He continued.

“I’ve felt worse pain.” She frowned deeply and Demetri couldn’t help but flinch.

“Such as?” he asked, though the sense of foreboding growing in his gut told him he already knew the answer, deep down. Y/N looked furious with him then, her big eyes turning on him with so much hostility he could have sworn she might have actually won if she lunged to fight him in that moment. The anger and upset that radiated from her bled into him, seeping through the cracks in his calm façade and piercing his unbeating heart. He would have given anything to remove that look from her face, that pain in her chest.

“Such as? Such as! Are you aware that you’ve just taken me away from my family, the people I love, without even letting me say goodbye? Do you even comprehend how much I don’t want to be here? That the only reason I am is because you and me are supposed to be this miraculous soulmate story incarnate when the reality is the only thing you feel for me is utter disgust?” she snapped. Demetri wasn’t certain she knew for a fact she was crying, or how much her words wounded him, but he couldn’t keep the offense off of his face. It was a mortal blow to his ego and his pride, his character as a man, yet as furious as he wanted to be with her he still couldn’t bring himself to be. She was young and hurting, deeply wounded and trying to create a chasm between them where fate wouldn’t allow it to exist in an effort to deal with that hurt.

“I do not feel disgust for you nor was it my choice to bring you here! You made a deal with Aro knowing full well the terms which you were agreeing to. You are the reason you are here Y/N, and so long as you choose to stay with me my every effort will be expended into protecting you from yourself. Foolish girl, can you not see he has us both trapped? That we are both being punished here? My own disobedience may have sped up the arrival of your fate but it is one you readily signed yourself over to.” he hissed.

He hated it. The revulsion boiled and writhed in his gut as he ground his teeth together, his mind buzzing with a thousand other angry words he forced back down his throat lest he make things worse. None of this was right. He shouldn’t be arguing with her like this. They should be happy, shouldn’t they? Happy as everyone else who was lucky enough to find their mate…shouldn’t they?

“I don’t have a choice, and neither did you,” She reminded him, “or clearly you would have chosen less damaged goods.” The air between them was polluted with their anger, their grief, and yet…her voice wavered. The sentence itself was so wrong but the tone of her voice, the way her hand moved to her throat, that pinched expression that suggested she was tortured by her own insecurities, was really what gave it away. How could he be angry at her now? With a drawn out sigh, Demetri scooted slightly closer and turned himself toward her, scrutinising her side profile.

Y/N closed her eyes, no doubt sensing his gaze and wishing it would leave her skin. He reminded himself she was fragile, that his little human would shatter easily under too forceful a touch, and drew his finger beneath her eye with such care it barely touched her skin and did little to remove the tears he wished he could wipe away. They had started all wrong, but it didn’t mean they had to continue the same way. Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe it was the wrong time, but he needed her to know it was something he could move past. He needed her to know that she wasn’t damaged goods, that she wasn’t something he regretted or felt the need to change – at least not in that way.

His fingers clasped around her wrist, afraid to grip too hard but ever so careful in the way he pulled her palm from her throat. Demetri closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to her temple as she froze up beneath him, feeling the icy tips of his fingers brush her delicate throat. Her pulse hammered beneath the pads of his fingers, blood rushing beneath her paper-thin flesh…

“Relax, trust me.” He whispered, tracing the indents of teeth in hardened flesh. He didn’t feel quite so angry about it this time, though he couldn’t say he was thrilled by it either. Demetri exhaled slowly, held his breath, and dipped his head a little lower.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, jerking her head backward. She didn’t move out of his grip though and there was the slightest hint of fear on her face. Demetri shook his head.

“I will not harm you,” he vowed, moving slowly so as to give her time to move away again, “You are not broken goods Y/N, and the way I see it I _did _choose you, though not consciously perhaps not consciously. Your very soul reached out to mine and I accepted what I knew would be best for me. You were never a choice, you were a necessity.” His bold words had left her utterly stunned and she didn’t fight him at all as he placed his lips over the marred flesh of her throat. He placed two kisses against that scar that brought them so much pain, just two, but it was enough to set them on the right path this time. Demetri pulled his head back, watching her carefully as she stared at him in utter astonishment. His head had cleared, his mind set right; he had never been as certain about anything in his life as he was about Y/N, whether the rest of the world was against them or not.

“But you said…you said your only hope was to…” she looked so confused in that moment it almost made him swoon. How adorable she was when her nose scrunched like that! He could watch the expression all day, but she needed an answer.

“What I said remains true, I have every plan to change you in the same way in the hopes I might not have to remind myself another ever dared lay a hand on you, but there will be contingencies to ensure I do not fail and you are safe. All that matters to me now is that I succeed in this endeavour.” He confessed, settling back against the sofa’s edge once more with a quiet sigh. The silence that followed was far more comfortable than the first one, something more companiable in the air between them. He was pleased she scooted a little closer to him so they could watch the flames together, their crackling no longer drowned out by the exchange of angry words. He wanted to ask her a thousand more questions, get to know her, but there would be time enough for that later on. For now he wished only to bask in this silent moment where things felt more right between them than they had since they met.

“They’re hoping you’ll kill me, aren’t they?” her quiet voice broke that silence a few hours later, as the sun was starting to set in the sky and night fell over Volterra. She was running out of time and Demetri wasn’t sure when that had begun to bother him to this extent, but the room was going to feel so empty without her heartbeat to fill the quiet.

“Yes. I believe that that is my punishment to endure for my disobedience.” He agreed, voice equally as quiet as he turned to look at her. He couldn’t remember when she had placed her head against his shoulder, but she lifted it now to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong though, I did, my mouth got us both in trouble.” She frowned. Demetri chuckled ruefully.

“Your mouth will get you into trouble for a while yet I believe, but my own impudence in placing myself between you and Master Aro was equally as displeasing to them. I wilfully subordinated your sentencing in front of many witnesses outside of our coven, after all.” He grimaced. He would change nothing about that moment, he had decided, not when it brought him so tangibly close to forever with his mate. It was right within his grasp now, an eternity of being fulfilled, happy, of having a purpose beyond the walls he once held so dear – he had something new to protect.

“So…they want to punish us both then…and being an out of control newborn is only going to make it worse for both of us.” She mused, though she didn’t seem in the least bit concerned. In fact, if Demetri had to guess, she was rather looking forward to the chance to raise a little hell within their walls. He was as worried and exasperated by the idea as he was amused by it.

“Indeed it just might, though I promise not to let you get too out of hand.” He nudged her lightly with his arm and she giggled, the sound absolutely melodious to his ears. He almost begged her to do it again purely so he had a better chance to commit it to memory, something to keep him company while she endured the change and reminded him of the better times to come. Finally, it felt like he had done something right…now he just had to keep that sweet smile in place.

“You promise huh? Way I see it, its a bit us vs them right now isn’t it? If they can be so unfair to you of all people…” she trailed off. Demetri felt his own smile fall slightly, his expression somewhat vacant as he pondered the accusation. In truth he did feel somewhat betrayed. Chelsea had actually threatened the Masters’ when she first brought home Afton and they wanted him killed, yet she received no punishment, so why had he? He was protecting what was rightfully his after all, someone he could never be truly happy without again. What was so wrong about it?

“Us and them…”he echoed, the thought both perturbing and…thrilling. She hummed, suddenly pushing up onto her knees beside him, eyes alight with fierce determination.

“You’re making a lot of promises but there’s nothing to say you’ll keep them so…lets make a real promise, right now.” She instructed. His eyebrows rose slightly.

“In my day and age when a man gives his word it is an ironclad contract little one, the breaking of which eroded his position in society and status as a man.” He replied slightly insulted. Her head tilted.

“Well we’re not in the Bible era anymore so…” she shot him a devilish grin as he snorted and feigned an offended expression, “It’s a real simple promise. Since we’re supposed to be the next Gomez and Morticia, and we’re clearly the only ones willing to see if that can work out, then I say we promise right now it’ll always be us against them. Hell, it’ll be us against the world if we need it to be. Whatever we do…we back each other up.” She proposed, offering her hand to him. Y/N extended her pinky but left her other fingers curled in, and Demetri wasn’t too sure what exactly was expected of him as he mulled over her words.

They felt right. Wasn’t this what the mate bond was supposed to be? Someone to always support you? Protect you? Someone to always have your back? If not his mate then who? Maybe the Masters’ who would so readily forsake his happiness weren’t the best choice of allies…

“Though I do not know what half of your speech actually meant, I can promise you this. Whatever we do, we back each other up.” He agreed, offering her his hand in the hopes she’d guide him through this next part. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he had any clue what was so different about this handshake and how it was any more significant than any other, but as she looped her pinky through his and shook his hand he couldn’t help but smile. With a firm nod and a sharp exhale, she suddenly reached down and pulled her jumper off with a flourish, revealing an expanse of pale skin and a wonderfully bright blue lace bra Demetri struggled to look away from as he choked on the air he was breathing.

“Okay so first step, you turn me.” She seemed completely unbothered by her partial nakedness, even when he struggled to stop the venom pooling in his mouth and his fingers from reaching out to drag her closer. She looked entirely confident in him and though he wanted to be flattered Demetri had his mind on very different matters in that moment.

“I – you –  Alec is going to- to help.” He choked out, eyes wide and completely fixed to her chest. She visibly lost some confidence then, a beautiful, vibrant shade of red painting her cheeks as her arms came up to cross her chest with a squeak.

“O-oh. I…I th-think I need a shirt then?” she sounded almost as strained as he felt and with a quick nod he dashed to his closet to find her something appropriate. He dutifully kept his head turned away while she buttoned up one of his shirts. When she cleared her throat to let him know he could look again she was still blushing brightly, and Demetri managed a slightly strained smile.

“So er…Alec’s room is just down the hall, er…shall we?” he asked, offering her his hand.

“No need, I heard my name and decided to drop in.” Alec’s voice was smooth as ever but there was an underlying hint of mischief there that made Demetri tense, and it wasn’t until after the deed was done that he dared speak his mind.

“How much did you see, Alec?” he didn’t risk looking at him, not wanting to see the shit-eating smirk he was sure was going to be on Alec’s face. He focused instead on cleaning the blood from her skin and ensuring she was comfortably resting upon his sheets. She started to twitch a bit, a pained grunt escaping here and there as Alec’s mist retreated from them.

“What I did or didn’t see is of no consequence…though I think you’re in for an interesting life if she’s as willing to undress herself for you after the change as she was before it.” His cackling could be heard down the hall as he fled from the room before Demetri could hit him, the tracker closing his eyes and counting to ten before deciding he could let it go for now. He had much bigger things to attend to after all. He had never been one to fuss too much over little things, but suddenly the sheets on the bed were not tucked in enough, the curtains letting in too little or too much light, the air in the room too stale and then too full of scents when he opened the window. There was no such thing as perfection and yet, as she burned, Demetri strived for it.

It felt worth it though, when she finally opened her eyes. It was rather amusing to him to watch her take it all in, the thousands of different smells and the way they tasted in the air, the shimmer of her skin, the speed with which she had sat up and moved. Demetri almost envied her when she finally locked eyes with him, the minute way the vivid red irises widened and the soft gasp that escaped through parted lips telling him she too had felt that momentous pull realigning her entire being with his own – he wished he could experience it again. She approached him with such caution it was almost comical, and Demetri was the one to reach for her first. She jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed into it, letting him hold her hand and squeeze lightly.

“This feeling…”she whispered, her own voice startling her with the musical notes it now contained. Her fingertips traced soothing patterns against his palm and Demetri held back a contented sigh, too enamoured with watching her explore the new feelings and beginning to understand his position in all of this.

“Intense?” he guessed, lifting his free hand to push back some of her hair. The slightest of scars remained where he hadn’t quite managed to cover Riley’s teeth marks with his own, but the majority of it was gone, sealed over with the same venom that had stopped her heart and ensured she would hand the organ and all it contained to him. She nodded distractedly, following his hand with her head until he caved and cupped her cheek tenderly with a low chuckle. His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly, his heart bursting in his chest. She had done it, his mate had defied them all with a little help and now…now there was nothing more for them to do than enjoy eternity.

“Is it forever?” she asked innocently, looking up at him through her lashes. Demetri pulled up the hand that was holding hers, lacing his fingers through her own and leaning down to press his forehead to hers.

“Always and forever little one, it’s us against the world.” He promised. Their noses brushed as her head tilted, pushing forward and pulling back as if trying to decide if she should or not. Demetri decided for her, meeting her halfway and letting their lips meet in the first of many sweet kisses to come. He had never tasted her blood thanks to Alec, but he was sure now that if the boy had failed at his task he certainly would not have been able to stop and his mate would not have been standing before him, sweet and alive and willingly walking into his embrace. The taste of her was sublime, addictive even, and he knew he’d never tire of kissing her. Though she’d need to learn to be a little more careful with him first.

A/N: Usually I wouldn’t do this but I tried a few new things here today I’d like some feedback on please! How do you like the taglist? Should I keep it? Add anyone to it? Take anyone off it? And how do you like the idea of a gif or a picture (when I can find them) to brighten up the post a bit? All that’s left to do now is rejig my Masterlist a bit...Thanks for reading folks. 

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Also check out the brief intro videos they do for the Annecy film festival.

For film, there's so many good places to go. I'm naturally a big fan of the works of René Laloux. He's best known for Fantastic Planet, about a rebellion on a world where humans are kept as pets by giant blue aliens...

His other two films, Time Masters (made together with Moebius!) and Gandahar, are also incredible. I wrote more about Laloux here, including the story of his time working at Felix Guattari's experimental psychiatric hospital, and some of his early films. (Unfortunately some of the video links have since rotted.)

France has an incredibly active comics (BDs) scene, and many of its notable films are adapted from BDs. Among these, I can highly recommend Joann Sfar's charming and fascinating film The Rabbi's Cat (more on that here), and of course Marjane Satrapi's sharply observed and striking Persepolis.

For more recent works, I highly recommend Mars Express directed by Jérémie Perin. It's a cyberpunk detective story that definitely pays its respects to the anime tradition, but full of charming bits of design and strong naturalistic character animation.

And then, one of my absolute favourite French animated films of the last few years is The Summit of the Gods, adapting the manga by Jiro Taniguchi. It is absolutely gorgeous and has some of the most tense scenes I've watched in animation, and a compelling character study of why the fuck you'd climb mountain.

No list of French animation could be without Sylvain Chomet, one of the absolute masters of traditional animation. The Old Lady and the Pigeons is a great intro to his style:

but of course his magnum opus is the film The Triplets of Belleville (aka Belleville Rendezvous), in which an old lady's cyclist son is kidnapped by the mob and she teams up with a group of old music hall singers to rescue him. Chomet's unique sense of movement and caricature is on full display, and it's a really unique film. (He's also known for The Illusionist, but honestly that film has never clicked with me.)

That's honestly just a brief introduction - I haven't talked about I Lost My Body or the Kirikou series for example. France has probably the most active animation industry in the world after Japan, and tends to be pretty involved in the films of other countries as well - usually other European countries, but this year we have the wonderful French-Japanese collab Ghost Cat Anzu coming out. And that's not even to mention Arcane lol.

french animation is always so gorgeous. and underrated

[imthepunchlord]

Beewitched Ch 4 (Final)

Three

The crisp Parisian night air was preferred over the brightness of Paris' sunny day. Still lingering in Paris before going back London, Felix took the chance to wander on the roof of a building, see and compare Paris' cityscape to London's.

 It was the first time in about two months that he's been on a roof. Since the last time he had seen that fairy. Standing here, he wandered about her, if she was able to defy that prince and handle the witch. He supposes he'll never know. As she had said, that was her last appearance. He had kept an eye on the news, to see if she ever reappeared elsewhere, but she never did. 

 She had been the only thing of magic he got to discover. He had kept his eyes open for any other oddities, but nothing. Paris was the only other city to have magical activity with the curious Ladybug and Chat Noir. 

 "Most civilians don't come to hang out on roofs."

 Felix had a start, having a strong sense of deja vu. He quickly turned, wondering if she found him again, that he'd see those blue eyes once more. 

 Blue eyes did peer down at him, but they were set against red than the black and yellow. He tensed a little. He hadn't expected Ladybug to be a good sneak. And he could still feel a ghost pain at the punch she had delivered that afternoon. 

 Ladybug eyed him carefully, able to tell that he was Adrien’s doppelganger. She hadn't made a move yet, and neither has he. Cautiously, he asked, "Are you going to take me down? To the streets?" 

 She considered him for a moment before she answered. "If you're ready to go back down." 

 "No."

 She shrugged and plopped down on the chimney, releasing a heavy breath, like she was releasing all the exhaustion she felt. It was… very familiar. Felix sat down as well, facing the cityscape. While his body sat still, his mind was moving quickly. What were the chances? 

 Coming here, he got to learn of miraculouses. And that there was multiple, and among them was a bee. The probability to him was high that Ladybug came to London for a break. That she was the fairy that saved a garden from getting demolished.

 And he had tried to use her. 

 He turned to her, drawing her eyes back down to him. "I'm sorry," he murmured, "for trying to use you to tarnish my cousin's name." 

 She blinked at him, a spark going off in her bright eyes. She dropped down, crouching to his level. He caught the familiar smell as before, though the floral smell had lightened. With a tilt of her head, she asked, "You're Adrien’s cousin?"

 The soft tone of her question was familiar. He thought back to the video he intercepted from Adrien, of the last video of it, of the soft spoken girl confessing her love, her blue eyes warm with love. Out of all videos, that one had filled him with the strongest sense of longing. And looking at Ladybug now, he could see the girl before him; everything strikingly similar. What were even the chances that the girl that had confessed was before him right now?

 And that Adrien was the "prince" she referred to. To think he was allowing a "witch" to exhaust her filled him with a flare of aggravation. 

 A confused curiosity replaced it. Why did he care? Why was he even bothered? 

 He thought back to that second encounter, when she had the bee instead. How tired she looked, and how heavy her thoughts were that she’d share her woes with a random stronger on a roof. 

 He released a breath, opting to not answer her as he turned to face the cityscape. He could see her pout out of the corner of his eye, but she didn’t push. She sat down beside him, joining him in staring out at Paris. 

 “Was your vacation to London enough?” he wondered, watching the surprise flicker across her face before she relaxed. 

 Chuckling, she said, “No. But, a break was a break, at least.”

 “And the witch?” 

 “Still around,” she whispered. 

  He liked to ask how one of the brightest minds of Paris was being foiled by this “witch”, but Felix held his tongue. He didn’t know the situation, nor was he exactly in a place to comfortably put a girl with powers on the spot. 

 “Are you going back to London soon?” she asked. 

 “Excited to have me leave your city?” 

 “No,” she admitted, her tone passive and even. “I’m more curious and concerned about what went on this afternoon.” She spared him an inquisitive glance. “But I won’t ask if you don’t want to talk about it.” 

 A relaxing quiet settled between them, enjoying the glow of the city, the sounds of it becoming white noise to them. Felix spared Ladybug a glance, seeing her eyes were closed, soaking in what he suspects to be a rare moment of peace. He settled into it, enjoying the moment with her. But after a full minute passed, he spoke up, breaking the silence. 

 “Adrien has long since… irked me.” 

 He felt Ladybug’s eyes on him. Keeping his gaze on the lights before him, he continued, “His naivete. His spinelessness. His inability to grasp the reality of things.” Out of the corner of his eye, could see her move to protest, only for her to stop and sag. He wondered how his cousin disappointed her but didn’t ask. 

 “He’s made it difficult. Do you have any idea how many have approached me in the name of friendship, all to see him. Always him.” Felix cut himself off then. He said enough. There was no more to share. He might’ve already said more than he would have preferred. 

 He frowned, wondering how it was easy to roll things out to her. Was it the miraculous she wore? But she had done the same with him. Or perhaps that was just the sort of person she was, willing to share her woes with any who would listen. And he felt compelled to return the whim. 

 When he got no immediate response from her, he glanced her way, seeing her looking pensive beside him. With pity in her eyes. With more bite than he meant, he said, “I don’t need you pity, Ladybug.” 

 She winced, though her features smoothed out soon. She turned and offered him a smile. “How about friendship, then?”

 He raised a brow at her. “Really? After I tried to steal a kiss from you?”

 “Chat invades my personal space all the time, whether I want it or not,” she rolled out, sounding tired of the norm. Felix though raised a high brow. He wondered why Chat hasn’t gotten punched yet. “But, aside from trying to ruin your cousin’s reputation, you don’t seem like the sort to do that regularly.” 

 “Physical affection is reserved for those I genuinely like,” he told her. He was irked enough to be physical this afternoon, and he told her so. 

 “I suppose then I can give you a chance,” Ladybug said. She stood up, and for a second, Felix felt like it was just like that night she found him. As Ladybug, she hadn’t that same flare or mystery as she had when she had the bee. But there was still something… ethereal about her. The glow of the light in her eyes. The calm and warm feeling she gave, by being near her. Maybe it was all her miraculous, maybe that’s why he felt safe near her. Like it was all ok. 

 When she held out a glove to him, just like before, he easily slid his hand into hers. She pulled him to his feel, turning her gaze up to him. He peered back, feeling a little uncertain as he murmured, “I would like that.”

 She beamed and Felix has to turn away, feeling a slight heat as his cheeks. She voiced, “Now, is there anywhere I can take you? Or are you staying in Paris for a while?” 

 He pointed. “I’m at that hotel. Mum and I are taking the train this coming morning.” 

 “If you’re ok with it, I’ll get you there in a few seconds.” 

 He nodded. Yes, he could deal with a few seconds of touch. Like before, her arm came around him, and Felix could note how natural it felt, relieving the familiarity of before, as she threw her yo-yo forth. They dropped from the roof, rushing through the air as Ladybug expertly got him to the hotel they were currently. They dropped with ease, and Ladybug left with a promise that she’ll there if he needs her. 

 Watching her go, Felix slid his hands into his pockets, having a start when he felt paper there. He knows that wasn’t there before. When had she… 

 He brought it out, reading over the lovely writing before him. 

 ‘I can’t promise to always be available. But I will always talk to you as soon as I’m able.’

 ‘— LB’

 Underneath the writing was a number. Her number. He thought back to the girl he saw in the videos, her similarity with Ladybug. Was this her number, assuming they were one and the same?

 Either way, he felt delighted and warm, and with great care, he folded the treasure in his hands, conscious of the consequences of being careless with it. Pocketing it, he headed inside, wondering what his future will hold with this friendship. He smiled slightly, realizing he was now leaving Paris with two treasures. 

 One taken from his good for nothing uncle. 

 And one freely given by a greatly adored hero. 

 In his room, he swiftly added the number to his phone, the first that a friend’s number, dubbing her Lady B. He took care to rip up the letter she left, securing that no one would be able to recognize the numbers on it. Those were gifted to him and him alone. 

 His gift from the fairy. 

[agent-cupcake]

You know, now I've read your Balthus hcs, I want to know all the boys laps I CAN sit on in 3H. Could you please give us the scoop?

The scoop! Well, I am not sure if I have it, but my thoughts are that Balthus is unique in being super down for you to sit in his lap for a few reasons. First, because of actively horny he is. Not even in a strictly sexual sense, he’s just very comfortable in embracing the openly physical part of himself in a way basically no other guy in this game is. I don’t think Balthus would be bothered at all with casual physical interactions, it wouldn’t even register to him as strange (such as in the case of him being totally a-okay with just picking up a teammate to get them to safety). Also, he doesn’t give a damn about social conventions. Public, private, whatever, it’s comfortable, yeah? Plus, he’s big. Plenty of room. Mostly I guess my point is that, to Balthus, it wouldn’t be a big deal in the slightest. I think that all of the rest of the guys, for various reasons, wouldn’t be comfortable with breaking propriety or treating it so... casually? If that makes any sense?

Sylvain is, unsurprisingly, the second to come to mind. Which, yeah, he’s a deviant who absolutely would entice you to sit on his lap. However, it would have to be contextually appropriate. Say what you will about him, but Sylvain is very self aware. Especially when it comes to his interactions with women. He pays attention to social conventions for the most part and Faerghus is not at all a place that normalizes general physical affection, it’s aberrant behavior. It seems like he’s more likely to lure girls to a place with more privacy to make a move. Plus, I have a hard time believing he’d see it as a casual interaction. More like an attempt to initiate something more in either a playful playboy way of being a handsy and flirtatious tease or a somewhat intimate sense. Having you close like that would be a distraction, you know? But, yes, I’d vote him to be the next most likely. 

Since I have no self control I feel I must also mention that Dimitri probably wouldn’t tell you no. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself either, but that’s pretty much true of any physical intimacy with him. 

Conversely, Felix would tell you no and maybe push you off but could be bullied into allowing it. It’d still be awkward but, like, I think he’d be better about it than Dimitri. For both of them, the context would pretty much have to be the two of you alone because otherwise that’s just too embarrassing and they’re weenies. 

I want to mention Claude here because I would love nothing more than to curl up against his chest but, lets be honest with ourselves, he’s more likely to sit on your lap than the other way around. Granted, I see him more as dramatically sprawling and resting his head in your lap but it’s pretty much the same thing. Not to say he’d mind, although I’m sure he’d feel compelled to make a few comments about how he feels used or something stupid. As far as rankings go, he wouldn’t make it weird like Sylvain but he wouldn’t openly invite you either. 

Hear me out on this one, but Lorenz is a sappy, sentimental, and affectionate bastard and I think he’d be okay if you wanted to sit on his lap. Sure, it’s not entirely befitting a noble, but sometimes rules can be broken and really if it makes you comfortable who is he to deny you. 

They don’t have Christmas in this world I know that, but if they did, Alois would play Santa every year so you’d get to sit on his lap. I’m sure that’s everyone’s dream. 

Bonus: Judith has big dick energy equal to that of Balthus, so although she’s not a guy, I just felt I should pepper that in here. 

I didn’t mention quite a few characters and that’s on purpose, but that’s not to say certain circumstances couldn’t arise for most of them to allow it. For Balthus specifically, I don’t think he’d need specific context or anything like that. 

[mostlycompetentwriter]

You Can STAY - Part 12

Pairing: Y/N x Felix (Side Pairing: Y/N x Stray Kids)

Genre: Fantasy AU; OT8; Scarlet Heart AU

Warnings: Lots of Angst; Major Character Death

A/N: This is the final part of You Can STAY. I have determined that I am very bad at writing series, and I apologize for the ending...I imagine that many of you will express mixed emotions.

However, there is a epilogue coming soon in the future! And I will, of course, add all of the parts together into one easily accessible story for future readers!

Nine Months Later

If I were to tell the end of my story, I would want it to go something like this: “At the edge of the Kingdom, secluded in the northernmost woods, a former Castle Mage lived with her husband and unborn son, dreaming about the King who stole her heart.”

I don’t like sad endings, but sometimes there are sacrifices whose consequences are too grave to ignore. While Felix ruled the Kingdom exactly as I had once urged him, I did my part by spending long hours tucked away inside a little cabin as my stomach grew rounder and the days grew shorter.

Jisung was good company, when he was around. In between his visits, he worked on the margins, watching over Felix and working with Chan to secure our borders and alliances. He was still very much ostracized from political life, and Felix, to my knowledge, had never forgave his brothers for their part in the rebellion that changed the Kingdom. 

“I can deal with his wrath,” Jisung told me one morning. “I’m perfectly content.”

I managed a smile in return, but it was half-hearted. I knew that Jisung was referring to our marriage, one that only existed on paper, so that he could support me in isolation. He was more than content to live with me and provide anything that my heart desired.

But my heart’s most fervent wish lived in the Castle beyond the horizon, and I could easily glimpse the tops of the tallest towers, wondering if Felix ever looked out from the balcony and thought of the woman he once loved.

Of course he does, a voice at the back of my head reminded me.

“Hyunjin tells me that Felix speaks of you often,” Jisung added, even though it didn’t do much to assuage my guilt. 

Thankfully, Felix had accepted Hyunjin back into the Castle as a personal advisor, likely because Hyunjin had nothing to do with Jisung, Jeongin, and Chan’s plan to overtake the Kingdom and dispose Changbin.

It seemed like a distant memory, and I sighed at the nostalgia of those memories: occasions where I walked through the hallways of the Castle, exploring the gardens and distant grounds, thinking of the day when Felix and I would finally both be free to love without constraint.

It belongs in that past, those sort of thoughts, and I had long ago given up on the prospect of a complete family where I could simply exist as someone who wanted to love and be loved.

Of course, there was also the issue of my health.

Despite early good reports on my pregnancy, our doctor had recently decided that my prognosis wasn’t as easy as he had initially perceived: “You might have difficulties,” he told me. “During the birth.”

“Oh,” was all I could manage, and I barely felt Jisung squeezing my hand as everything changed in a single moment. 

One day, along the bright edges of the morning, Hyunjin came to visit.

“You look well,” he told me, accepting a drink from Jisung who then came to sit next to me.

“I feel good,” I said, even though there was still a prickling of doubt at the furthest reaches of my subconscious - a reminder that my future was suddenly difficult to presume.

“I’m glad,” Hyunjin replied sincerely, and he turned his attention to Jisung. “I just got back from a meeting with a Southern convoy. Things are turning around.”

“Good,” Jisung said, reaching out to take my hand. “We were worried for a while.”

I forced a smile, barely listening as they continued talking, discussing the same politics that I could barely stand since they had cost me everything. 

“Where are you going this weekend?” Jisung asked, and I was faintly aware of Hyunjin’s response, but more than anything, my attention was suddenly preoccupied with a sharp pain in my abdomen.

I winced immediately, and Jisung noticed my discomfort, falling down onto his knees in front of me. “Y/N?” he asked, tone hesitant.

“Hurts,” I managed, and I could see Hyunjin getting up from the corner of my eye.

“Do you need the doctor?” Jisung asked, and I managed a nod, keeling over when it felt like a thousand knives were piercing me all at once. 

“I’ll go,” Hyunjin volunteered, but his voice sounded distant, like I had abruptly been submerged beneath the water, struggling to hear.

“Y/N!” Jisung repeated, and his eyes were frantic as they found mine. “You’ll stay with me, right?”

I tried to say something, but there was a peculiar pull to the dark that was far more compelling, and I fell under its spell while Jisung became nothing more than a distant shadow.

When I woke back up again, the shapes and figures surrounding me were difficult to discern.

My stomach rolled and my skin felt like it burning! I groaned at the discomfort, attracting the attention of the two men standing at the door. “Y/N,” Jisung’s familiar voice spoke through the reverie, and he was at my side within moments, taking my hand in his own. 

“Hello again, dear,” another voice said, and I recognized the doctor as he released a tired sigh. “Seems like we’re at a difficult point.”

I nodded, opening my mouth to speak, but ultimately deciding to remain silent. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jisung whispered to me, and my heart ached at the pain in his eyes. “Do you feel like seeing a visitor?”

Not really, but I agreed nonetheless, expecting Hyunjin to enter the room. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight of a familiar mess of red hair and bright green eyes. “Y/N.”

“Felix,” I said, voice hoarse and gravelly, but there were tears falling even without my awareness, and I quickly noticed that Jisung and the doctor had vacated the room.

It was a little awkward though, after all this time, looking back at Felix as he looked back at me, gaze heavy with something striking. “Y/N,” he whispered, and I was shocked to see him breakdown, making it to my bedside before falling onto the edge of the mattress. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, instinctively, reaching out without hesitation to card my fingers through his hair.

He sniffled in response, looking up at me with tear-streaked eyes and a beautiful smile. “I am now.”

My heart stuttered at his sentiment, and I wanted nothing more than to curl myself into Felix and lose myself there in his embrace. “I missed you,” I whimpered. 

“I know, love,” Felix said, and he pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. 

“I’m sorry I left,” I whispered - as if it were an afterthought.

“I understand,” he replied, looking at me to expose the truth - he was aware, despite what I had burdened myself with believing. He knew why I had to leave, and there was nothing but peace left between us.

Peace and Love.

“At first, I was angry and confused,” Felix said. “But I read your letter, and I had Hyunjin to help guide me. He helped me realize that you left so that I could fulfill the destiny I had been denied as a child. It was painful without you, but our circumstances were far from trivial.”

“Yes,” I exhaled, tightening my grip on him. “I never wanted to leave.”

“It’s okay,” Felix reassured me, and his eyes were soft as they paused on my lips. “We’ve always been tethered at the soul. Together, even if it couldn’t be in the way we truly desired.”

He kissed me then, igniting a furious passion that had laid dormant inside of me for months. “It’s yours, you know,” I said, pulling back to graze the pretty line of his lashes. “The child is ours.”

Felix inhaled abruptly, looking down at my swollen stomach. “Truly? Hyunjin said that you were pregnant, but I didn’t want to assume-”

“It could’ve never belonged to anyone else,” I interrupted him. “It’s always been you.”

Felix nodded, allowing one hand to smooth down over the sheets, following the outline of my stomach. “This is more than I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at his pretty words, but then I felt a cold sweat break out against the back of my neck. “Felix,” I said. “The doctor told me that the pregnancy might bring some complications.”

He shivered, and I was surprised by the unfiltered grief written across his expression. “I know that too.”

“If I don’t survive-”

“If,” Felix growled, emphasizing that nothing could ever be certain.

“If,” I agreed. “I want you to raise our child. He deserves to be with his father.”

Felix visibly swallowed, looking away as if having trouble completing such a promise, but I forced him to look at me again. “Alright,” he eventually conceded. “If such things manifest.”

“And you need to forgive your brothers,” I said, holding him at attention in case he tried to move away again. “After all this time...”

“Y/N,” Felix sighed. “Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

I held my tongue, glancing down at our intertwined hands. “Think of it as a start to the next chapter.”

Felix chuckled, affectionate gaze meeting mine. “I’ll be here until it’s over. When you can rest for as long as you want.” 

“Thank you,” I said. “And you will always have me. In one way or another.”

“I can rest easy,” Felix said, and he started murmuring something soft and sweet to the unborn child inside of me, and I found myself able to breathe a lit bit easier for the first time in months.

I even managed a smile, knowing that I could still give Felix a piece of me after I was gone. Unlike our complicated time together at the Castle, our unborn son would be free of those heavy restrictions, and perhaps it was the better outcome. Because, when I really thought about it, our son wouldn’t just be a piece of me. It would be a little part of Felix as well, and I felt nothing short of triumphant when I imagined a world with the right combination of Y/N and Felix. Together at long last. 

Victorious until the bittersweet end.

[kabura-maru]

Ok so like ngl not overly proud of these... first thing I’ve written since I went on hiatus, so I’m rusty, but still wanted to post something

Anywayysss first thing since coming back and its not even kny UH YEAH dipping my toes into writing for fe3h since I love it! And had to start with the Blue Lions... tho got lazy and didn’t write for Dedue, Ingrid and Annette.....

Watch this flop miserably

Little Kisses! FE3H edition (part 1)

BLUE LIONS (Academy Phase)

—

Dimitri

Dimitri’s kisses would be flustered and unsure during this time... but I imagine he feigns a lot of confidence only to crumble when you smile!! The type of kiss I see him using most often is the soft touch of his lips against your hands usually as a greeting or saying goodbye.... aahhh!!

The Blue lion house was prepping for their next mission—only some bandits you were assured—when you turned up outside of their classroom.

“Oh, [Y/N], here to see me off?” Asked the house leader as he approached

A nod answered him as he took your hand in his own tenderly, raising it to his lips to leave a soft kiss on your knuckles.

—

Ashe

HE IS FLUSTERED! HE IS TRYING HIS BEST! Frankly he’s a little hesitant to initiate kisses, especially in public, even if he wants to kiss you reallyyy bad! He gets better at it as time passes... but because of that I can only imagine surprising him with affection and flustering him ahhhh

The monastery halls echoed from emptiness due to the late hour it was. You tiptoed through the halls all the way to the library, where only a flickering candle light lit the room. When you stepped inside your suspicions were confirmed when you saw your boyfriend, Ashe, quietly reading a book by candlelight.

A devious thought crossed your mind, and you felt compelled to act upon it.

Tiptoeing again, you made your way up to him quietly before giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

“Wha—?!! [Y/N]?!”

—

Felix

This man is a tsundere so like.... I wouldn’t expect a lot of pda from him! He just wants to train okay.... but then again? If he’s off training you’re gonna be hanging out with someone else, right? JEALOUSY KISSES :) I mean everything is a competition to him so like

The last thing you expect when you turned the corner was Felix to be waiting for you, let alone fro him to corner you in the way he did.

“You should quit hanging around Sylvain.” He muttered, his voice rough

“What?” You whisper, breathless

The raven haired man only lifted his hand to your chin, tilting it up for a better reach.

“Felix?”

Your eyes followed him curiously as he leaned in.

“You’re mine...” His sentence was punctuated by a deep and borderline aggressive kiss.

—

Mercedes

SOFT KISSES! Although usually being light and quick, they’re still so filled with love and passion... she just opts to show love in more ways than just kissing, y’know? She’s not averse to pda, but I personally don’t see her doing it all that often. Most common type is probably cheek kisses? Lots of greeting/goodbye kisses.

You were having tea with Mercedes, Annette, and Ingrid when Seteth approached and announced he would need to steal Mercedes away for just a moment.

The blonde woman stood with no objections, delicately fixing her skirt as she did so.

You looked up at her expectantly until she turned to you. Planting a chaste kiss onto your cheek, she skipped off to help Seteth and you continued to sip your tea.

—

Sylvain

Bruh this man LOVES kisses... at first its very showy due to his skirt-chasing nature, but as your relationship progresses you can definitely notice the change in it... less of just kisses and more of holding you close and lingering touches while doing so... hes a player but also VERY touch starved.

The rain had yet to cease on the Monastery grounds, which is why you had found yourself snuggled up in your boyfriends room to avoid the gloomy atmosphere of your own empty one.

“You should kiss me again..” the voice beside you teased

“I just did..”

A quiet whine escaped sylvain’s lips as he trailed his cold fingers up your torso. You shivered at the touch

“Fine.”

[netflxaddict]

Vandalism

Summary: You're a cop, he's the co-owner of a local locksmith shop. A sudden rash of break-ins keeps bringing you to his store.

Word count: 1,6K

Pairing: Wolfgang Bogdanow x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic so please be kind :') feedback is welcome!

You had arrived at the crime scene fifteen minutes after the call was made. It was early in the morning and the whole rest of the city was just slowly starting to wake up.

"You said nothing was taken," Vilmar stated as he flipped through his notebook to find an empty page. He was your overly protective middle-aged partner. Short, round and balding — the manifestation of every lazy cop of every comedy ever. He loved taking notes, even though the pad mostly consisted of random doodles he made during breaks.

The owner, a lanky 20-something named Felix Berner, nodded, "That's right, officer." He was standing behind the counter, carefully watching you both as you wandered around the shop.

"What do you think, Y/L/N?" Vilmar asked. You hadn't said a word since you had entered the building.

"Vandalism."

"Vandalism?"

"There have been a few similar cases in the neighborhood," you explained, "smashed windows, graffiti on the pavement, no signs of robbery…"

Suddenly the shattered door blew open, and a man stepped inside. He was about the same height as Felix but much sturdier. Short, dirty blonde hair, a stubble lining his strong, ridiculously well-defined jaw, and eyes of that beautifully common shade of blue.

Dressed in all-black, wearing that mysteriously grim yet compelling expression, he stirred up your interest. You watched as he walked towards the counter with firm, vigorous steps, and a smell of his musky cologne mixed with sweat and tobacco floated through your nose.

"Excuse me." Vilmar's voice yanked you out of your head and you cleared your throat, embarrassed. "Who are you?"

"This is Wolfgang," Felix introduced, "he's the co-owner of this shop but most importantly, my very best friend."

"So did they take anything?" Wolfgang asked, completely ignoring you and Vilmar, making you feel invisible.

"Nothing."

Wolfgang fell quiet for a second. He looked around, his brows slightly frowning.

"Vandals," he then said.

You twitched at the word and turned your gaze at him. "How can you tell?"

"The windows were smashed but nothing was taken? Probably just some bored kids looking to get in trouble," he said, playing with his car keys. Then he raised his head and your eyes were finally met with his downturned ones. "Seems quite obvious, don't you think, officer?"

You felt your cheeks redden. What was it about this sullen man that made you feel so shamefully desperate?

"We're sorry about your windows, but there isn't really anything we can do," Vilmar interrupted your thoughts once again.

"What about us? Is there anything we can do?"

"Surveillance camera," you and Wolfgang replied simultaneously.

You glanced at each other. He smiled.

"We'll get one," Felix said, "thank you."

Vilmar bobbed his head and stuffed his notepad to his pocket. "Let's go, Y/L/N."

You waited until he had returned to the car, and dug out your business card, something you had never done before. You handed it to Felix.

"If you see or hear anything suspicious, give me a call."

Even though you were dying to, you didn't turn to give Wolfgang one final look. He didn't need to know how crazy he had made you — especially since to him you had been just another bulle.

* * *

A week later you and Vilmar were sitting in the car parked outside your favorite coffee shop when his radio crackled. There had been another attack at Felix's shop.

"Time to see your boyfriend," Vilmar smiled as you started the car.

"Don't even," you huffed. Ever since he had found out you gave Felix your number, Vilmar hadn't shut up about it. Of course you had wanted to tell him that the number wasn't really so much for Felix as it was for Wolfgang, but what difference would it have made, really? No one had called and now you had to go back there looking like a fool.

This time, the door lock had been picked open but again, nothing was taken.

You were suspicious. It seemed unrealistic that the vandal — quite possibly a rebellious youngster as Wolfgang had suggested — would’ve gone through all that trouble just for the fun of it. Or that they would’ve even had the skills to do so. Something didn’t add up.

“I see you didn’t invest in those surveillance cameras like we suggested,” you said.

“Didn’t think they’d be stupid enough to come back.” Wolfgang shrugged.

He was sitting on the counter scrupulously examining every inch of your tensed up body, biting his lower lip. You couldn't tell if he was judging you or just admiring your figure. Whatever it was, it made you uneasy. Not uncomfortable or exposed — not in the bad sense anyway.

You swallowed hard. The things you would’ve done if this had been just another one of your wildest fantasies...

“So you think the perpetrator was the same as before?” Vilmar too sounded skeptical as he read from his notes from your previous visit. “'Some bored kids looking to get in trouble'?”

Wolfgang sighed and hopped off the desk. “That’s just my opinion. You’re the detectives here.”

“Well, without the surveillance footage we’re pretty much in the same situation than the last time,” you snorted, “but if the same person really is behind this, it’s very likely they’ll strike again.”

“Copy that, officer.”

You rolled your eyes. “Where’s your friend?”

“Damsel in distress,” he grinned. “Wanna leave him a message? He loves to hear from serious, sexy women."

The compliment caught you off guard. All this time you had thought he was making fun of you, and now he was calling you sexy? Or was that just something Felix had said? Or was it just another joke? You took a deep breath. The man really was impossible to read.

"You can tell him to give us a call if this happens again. He knows the number," you said, "and get the damn cameras. I wanna catch those brats."

* * *

When you hadn't heard from either Felix or Wolfgang for another week, you thought they'd finally been left alone. A part of you was disappointed. It wasn’t as if you'd been hoping for some miraculous happy ending, but nothing? You felt betrayed. 

Then, two and a half weeks after the first attack, a phone call came.

"Y/N," you answered.

"Is this the sexy cop?" It was Wolfgang. You felt your heart somersault in your chest.

"Was there another attack?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"Come see for yourself." Then he hung up.

You stared at your phone, abashed. If any other person had been as mysterious, you would've just simply ignored them. You didn't have time for games. And more importantly, you didn't have the energy.

As you got in the car, you cursed the day you met Wolfgang Bogdanow.

You hadn't told him it was your day-off. Partly because you didn't think it was important, but mostly because you hadn't wanted him to stop you from coming. This could've been your only opportunity to show him this side of yourself; bold and sexy with a dress shorter than it had a right to be and heels higher than a cop should've been wearing — there was no way you were going to waste it.

Once you had arrived, you noticed the smashed door window. Weird, you thought, starting to wonder if the perpetrator really had been the same each time after all.

Feeling nonplussed, you walked inside, your heels clopping softly against the floor. Wolfgang was waiting for you by the door.

"Hello, officer," he said with a smirk. "That's one hell of a uniform."

You didn't want to let him know what his words really did to you, so you just looked around. You were alone.

"Let me guess, they didn't steal anything."

"You're right. But this time we caught him on tape."

"Did you recognize him?" You were surprised, to say the least. You had been waiting for some unexpected turn of events but apparently, the case was solved.

"Oh, I've known him for years."

"Mind if I see it?"

He shook his head and led you to the backroom. He sat down on the desk chair and logged in to the computer.

You leaned in — just to get a better look, you told yourself. He didn’t seem to mind so you let yourself relax. The overwhelming smell of cologne and cigarettes took over your brain like a disease, and you had to grab a hold of the desk for support.

"Here it is."

Wolfgang had rewound the tape to last night — to precisely 10.36 p.m., according to the time stamp on the bottom left corner. He pressed play.

A man in a black leather jacket approached the shop. Just outside the door he finally stopped, glanced quickly around and threw the brick in his hand through the window. You squinted your eyes, trying to memorize as many details as possible. He was blonde, average-height, robust. At least on his late 20s—

Suddenly the man turned his gaze directly to the camera. Your eyes widened. 

"I-I don't understand."

Wolfgang was staring straight at you from the computer screen with a wide grin on his face.

"Well, I had to do something to get your attention, didn't I?"

"So you... smashed the window to get my attention?"

"I thought you would've suspected something when the door was picked open, but when you didn't..."

You couldn't believe it. It was crazy. He was crazy. It was by far the stupidest, most ridiculous, sexy thing anyone had ever done for you.

"You know, I could arrest you for this," you finally said.

He looked up at you and, not missing a beat, replied, "Then cuff me, officer."

[mexicancat-girl]

Miraculously Supernatural

Ao3: Link

Wordcount: 2,720, Rated M for character death and one implied sexual scene.

A Miraculous Ladybug fic that's a parody of the Supernatural ending, because those final two episodes were too ridiculous and I felt compelled to. I'm sorry to the Supernatural fans.

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"I love you," Nathaniel states.

Felix stares back at him blankly, looking like he's barely holding himself back from saying a slur.

Adrien just watches with awkward horror as Nathaniel dies, being pulled into a portal into what looks like Super Mega Hell. "Nathaniel…! Oh my fucking God, he's fucking dead!"

"He dies all the time," Felix reminds him flatly.

"Well, yeah but...Felix, he literally just confessed to you? That's different. Shouldn't we... I dunno... try and bring him back again...?"

"He's an angel, he'll find his way out. He always does."

"Felix, he literally went to Super Mega Hell for being gay for you," Adrien reminds him irately, crossing his arms. "The least you can do is pretend to give a shit."

"I'm still in shock," Felix says, in his usual flat voice, not seeming to feel much of anything. "Now excuse me while I throw up."

"Better than saying a slur, I guess..." Adrien mutters with pure disappointment. Five years and fifteen seasons of homoerotic tension, and Felix was just as emotionally constipated and homophobic as the start.

At least Adrien had a love interest...which was only introduced last season...and who barely got any screen time... But hey! Marinette was a nice enough girl!

...

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“So…” Adrien starts awkwardly, wanting to finally address the elephant in the room. “About Nathaniel…”

“What about him?” Felix asks, raising a delicate brow, completely disinterested.

“You…You sad he’s gone, or…?”

Felix just gives a shrug. “Yeah. Shit sucks, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“We should go somewhere else. Keep moving,” his brother declares, finally finishing chugging his coffee and smashing the empty container under his steel-toed shoes, in a very manly fashion.

Well, Adrien should have expected this. His older brother always ran away from his feelings. And problems. And everything in life that was vaguely troubling, like the emotionally constipated and paranoid bastard he was.

At the very least, these habits have kept them alive so far. There’s that silver lining.

...

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“Y’know, I didn’t realize the Insane Clown Posse was still touring,” Adrien jokes, sweating nervously at the group of juggalos surrounding the pair of brothers.

“Very funny,” one of the juggalos rasps, baring his teeth, and. Alright. Those were vampire fangs.

“Really…?” Felix asks long sufferingly, rolling his eyes. “Is this the best the writers could come up with? Juggalo vampires?”

“With knives!” one of said juggalo vampires says cheerily, raising a knife, his face split half-white half-black down the middle. Not very clown-like, but Adrien was willing to give him A for effort and his nice smile that made his emerald eyes glitter charmingly.

Felix, like the complete weeb he is, readies his shuriken and starting chucking them like he’s a Naruto character. Adrien ducks and rolls, slashing at the enemies’ heels with his claw-gloves and readying his baton.

“Ah, hello again, Kagami,” Felix says silkily, in his Protagonist Fighting Voice.

“How could you tell it was me?” asks the masked woman.

“You aren’t dressed as a juggalo, for one. Two, this show has such a minimal amount of female characters, I could have thrown any name of a woman out there and had a good one in ten chance of getting it correct.”

“Make that a thirty-seventy chance, since most of the women die in the show!” Adrien calls back, because he is all for equality and getting statistics correct.

“Yes, of course. My mistake,” Felix states dryly.

“I hate this fucking show,” Kagami sighs, tired and exasperated.

“You’re not the only one.” And then Felix promptly kills Kagami anti-climatically. “I hope you enjoyed your one scene with dialogue.”

“Felix, why didn’t you kill her with your shuriken? You know your best weapon is your shuriken!” Adrien scolds. “I know we’re in the season finale and things should be wrapping up, but—”

And then the younger blond watches before his very eyes as his brother is impaled.

“NOOOOOOO!” Adrien shrieks, going on a vengeance-fueled rampage to kill the rest of the juggalo knife vampires. He then runs over to his impaled brother, who was impaled by huge…rusty nails? He thinks? Listen, he was too fucking tired to question it. “Felix! Felix, talk to me!”

“I’m sorry, little brother,” Felix rasps, coughing out blood, the red liquid splattering down his chin. “I was…careless.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Lix,” Adrien sniffles, clutching his brother’s hand in his. “You’ve survived worse! Like, you’ve literally fist fought God! You’ve survived fifteen seasons of this shit, you can—”

“I can’t come back from this.”

“But why?!” Adrien demands, tears budding in his green eyes.

“Because…I want you to live…”

“I can bring you back! I can, I swear—”

“You really think the writers will do that, when they want to end this flaming trash heap?” Felix chuckles, with a slight smile, lips coated red.

“But you survived so much! How will the audience even believe you died from murderous vampire juggalos?!”

“They won’t…This is…the stupidest fucking thing the showrunners could have done,” his older brother rasps with a sassy and bitchy roll of his eyes. “Fucking morons…Total brain rot…I knifed God, and this is the thanks I get…”

“You’ve died plenty of times before, I can just bring you back, Felix, it’s gonna be—”

“No. Let me die in peace, you dumb, whiny little bitch,” the other blonde growls. “I’ve been stuck in this hellhole of a show for fifteen fucking years. Let me die already. I don’t care about the situation being braindead and unrealistic. I don’t care about the mechanics. We’ll just say that resurrecting me when you’re alone it too dangerous because it takes a toll on you that’s too great to pay. Before, Nathaniel could resurrect one or both of his because of his holy powers. Without him, doing this is pretty much impossible.”

“I can’t fucking believe that in your death scene, you’re actually giving an in-universe explanation that’s more realistic than what the writers of the show can come up with,” Adrien weeps while laughing.

“It’s a skill,” Felix deadpans, his grey eyes going soft as he brings a bloody hand up to gently touch Adrien’s cheek. “Listen…Go live your life…Live a long and full one…Marry and have children and grow old…All the stereotypical mushy shit, alright? You go and do that.”

“But you’re my brother. You’ve protected me from so much, never left my side,” the younger one whimpers, green eyes red-rimmed and face pulled into a visage of pure grief. “Please…”

“Stop dragging this out. You’re giving the incest shippers more to work with,” the older one states, before his eyes go glassy and he stops breathing.

Adrien wails, burying his face in the space of the other’s chest that wasn’t impaled, sobbing his heart out and clutching his dead protector.

...

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Adrien burns Felix’s body. It’s what his older brother would have wanted. No physical remains, no possibility for his body to be taken by any of the monsters lurking in the world.

Adrien burns his brother’s body, and keeps moving.

...

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Adrien is in a shoddy motel the next day. He only has one slice of toast for breakfast, to show how sad he is of his brother’s untimely demise.

...

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Adrien is wearing glasses and his hair is a shoddy grey comb-over, to show that time has passed. He looks like a very tired university professor on tenure that no one is quite sure what subject he even teaches.

He’s in front of a house, in the lawn. “Lix! C’mere, Felix!”

A little boy with sandy hair and a bright smile runs at him, and Adrien hugs his son. His wife stands back, watching the scene.

Does he end up marrying Marinette? Another woman? Who knows. Fuck the fans for wanting to know that answer, amirite?

Adrien goes through the motions, and hopes the finale will end soon.

...

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Trees. As far as the eyes can see. Trees, and a mountain range in the distance, dirt road under his feet.

“My love…” Felix whispers, tears budding in his steel-grey eyes, which have softened with pure love and passion. “I…I thought I’d never see you again…”

He stumbles forwards, stopping in front of the beauty in front of him. He carefully reaches a hand out, before gently placing his fingertips against the silk-smooth surface.

“Plagg, you little bastard, I didn’t even know cars could go to Heaven…” Felix breathes out a laugh, one of elation, tears spilling out of his eyes. He sniffles and wipes them away.

“Well, this is Heaven. Anything you could ever want would be here,” a voice says kindly.

Felix blinks, whirling around to stare at the man sitting in a rocking chair in front of a saloon he hadn’t noticed was there before. Next to the familiar man was an equally familiar ice cream cart.

“Andre…?” the blonde asks, confused. “I—What the fuck are you doing here? You’re a minor character.”

“Yeah, but I’m a minor character that was confirmed to have gone to Heaven,” the portly man says, nodding back at the monster hunter. “The writers couldn’t really think of anyone else to throw in here to serve as your guide, so here I am.”

“Well. Alright then,” Felix blinks back.

“C’mon, son. Lemme share with you some teen-rated friendly ice cream.”

“Suspiciously worded and a suspicious request, but I’ll play along,” the blonde shrugs carelessly, striding forwards.

The portly man hums, digging through his ice cream cart, creating the perfect cone in front of Felix’s eyes.

“Red velvet for his hair, cheesecake for his wings, and blue sherbet for his eyes and soul,” the ice cream man says kindly, handing the cone over to Felix, who takes it with numb fingers.

“Thank you,” he tells the man stiffly, carefully licking at the cone.

“This place has everything you could ever want…Except…” Andre’s face turns sympathetic and soft with sadness. “Well, he’ll be here, eventually. Time works different here than it does where Nathaniel is at. But he’s an angel. He’ll find his way back here.”

“…Sure,” Felix says, lips twisting into an awkward half-smile. This is Heaven. He can’t go calling an angel a homophobic slur. He’ll end up switching places with Nathaniel, or something.

Besides, Andre was kind enough to make him an ice cream cone. And it was a rather nice ice cream. So Felix enjoys the cone, for about five minutes.

“Can I go back to Plagg, now? My baby needs me,” Felix asks five minutes later in almost a whine, sick and tired of the ice cream flavors that reminded him too much of Nathaniel.

The portly man chuckles. “Go on, then, Felix. Go on.”

The blonde grins toothily and runs back to the Impala. “Ohhhh, baby, how I’m glad to see you…!” he coos, opening the door and sliding in. He breathes in familiar scent of his reliable, manly, super sexy heterosexual car. “Now, let’s crank it!”

Felix’s smile fills his entire mouth as he chucks his unfinished cone out the window, turns the ignition on, and revs the engine.

Plagg drives smoothly, like a cat purring. Felix turns on the radio, Carry On My Wayward Son playing as he drives through Heaven. Maybe he can find a place he can look over Adrien from. That would be nice. He wants to see if his little brother actually had kids or not. And see how ugly he’s gotten from old age.

...

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Adrien’s hair has now turned white, to show how even more time has passed.

Carry On My Wayward Son, but it’s a cover from Evanescence, plays in the Impala as Felix parks the car and watches his little brother be an old man.

...

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Nathaniel sighs and taps his fingernails against the desk he was sitting at, in Super Mega Hell’s bureaucratic offices.

“What the fuck is taking them so long to revive me again…?” the gay angel mutters, pouting. “They usually don’t take this long! Are they not doing it because Nathaniel feels awkward about everything…? Did one of them die, so they don’t have enough energy to complete the ritual…?”

The redheaded angel sighs, feeling guilty. “Poor Adrien…He always was a nice lad. I hope he enjoys Heaven, at least. I went and fixed it up quite well. Shame he has to use it so quickly… Felix must be grieving so terribly…”

“You look sad, Nath. You want me to suck you off?” asks his underling softly—a fellow named Marc who died as a juggalo knife-wielding vampire. Despite Marc’s strange make-up, he had a kind smile and pretty green eyes, and Nathaniel was fond of the lad.

“You don’t have to!” Nathaniel says quickly, face going warm, suddenly incredibly shy. “You’re not obligated to do anything you wouldn’t like to do—”

“But I want to,” Marc says warmly, already sliding onto his knees and unbuckling Nathaniel’s belt. “I’ll get your mind off your little boyfriend, alright?”

Nathaniel is about to protest about Felix being his boyfriend—after all, he’d just confessed before being dragged into Super Mega Hell, so he hasn’t had the time to have a proper conversation with Felix over them even dating—but then Marc fulfills his offer. Nathaniel’s mind goes hazy with pleasure, complicated thoughts about the Agreste brothers flying straight out the window.

...

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Adrien Agreste lies on his deathbed, dying from old age. The shot transitions from him lying down with closed eyes, to opening them, his face unwrinkled and youthful once more.

All around him are trees, with a mountain range in the distance, a dirt road under his feet. He turns, and startles, seeing someone he’d lost so long ago.

“F-Felix…?” he asks waveringly, tears in his eyes and throat instantly clogging.

His older brother is as youthful and healthy as the last day before his death. He’s got his arms crossed, leaning his hip against the sleek, black Impala, a wide and toothy smirk on his face.

“Took you long enough,” Felix teases, jerking his head and opening his arms. “C’mere—”

Adrien runs and tackles his brother in his hug, Felix yelping as the two land on the ground.

“Careful here,” Felix grouses, but he’s smiling as he speaks. “You’ll give the incest shippers more fodder.”

“Fuck the crazy shippers, I missed you, you fucking asshole.”

“What did I just say?” Felix sighs, fondly exasperated. He wriggles out of Adrien’s hold, getting up, before offering his hand. Adrien quickly takes it, allowing his brother to pull him up and clap his hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “Welcome back.”

“It’s good to be back,” Adrien smiles with all his teeth, before he looks next to him at the Impala. “Uh…Not to be a Debbie downer, but where’s Nathaniel? And why’s Plagg here? Can a car even go to Heaven…?”

“No clue,” Felix chirps, before he rubs the top of the Impala’s hood like a loving pet own would their cat. “But I’m glad he’s here.”

Adrien deadpans back at him, “You’re grateful your car’s with you, but not the man that went to Super Mega Hell for you?”

“Details, details,” Felix waves his hand dismissively. “Andre told me about Nathaniel—”

“Andre the ice cream man? How’d a minor character like him show up at the finale?”

“You’re asking a lot from the writers of this shitshow,” Felix deadpans back at him. “Anyways, he said Nathaniel would take some time to come back up to Heaven.”

“Dude, that’s pretty homophobic.”

The other shrugs. “All the gays are in Hell anyways. He’s probably having the time of his life down there. He’s aesthetically attractive, he’s probably gotten a few booty calls.”

“You’re the straightest and most ridiculously homophobic man I know, and I am so sorry he’s in love with someone like you,” Adrien says with disgust, wrinkling his nose. “How a selfless angel is in Hell and a homophobic, prickly bastard like you is in Heaven, I’ll never understand.”

“I reap the benefit of the rewards from the terrible writing,” Felix smirks like the devil, throwing up the horns.

Adrien looks into the camera like he’s in The Office. Felix looks into the camera too, his face now startlingly blank, but somehow expressing the full weight of his homophobia. Carry On My Wayward Son plays one final time.

The end.

[sabineelectricheart]

Duchess Fraldarius

Summary: In Spring, Imperial Year 1181, Mercedes von Martritz finally wed.

Rating: R - Content features heavy themes. Not suitable for most audiences. Consult warnings before proceeding.

Graphic depictions of rape, domestic abuse and confinement. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Words: 2700

Notes: Due to absolutely no-one’s request, I am proud to present another disturbingly dark fanfic. Usually, I only put out MC fics, but this one does not fit Byleth at all, but it is perfectly befitting Mercedes’ card if she does not return to the monastery in 1185.

Margrave Gautier would much more befitting for the role of abusive husband, but I have already done one about his sick tendencies and I am to understand he is still wed. So Rodrigue it is.

Remember, you were warned.

The snow falls steadily out the window. There is grave silence in the grounds, the people out that grand, ornate, thick double doors are hungry, tired and worried for their future, but none of it ever came inside. Inside, there was no cold, no darkness and no want. Only happiness and tranquillity.

Mercedes, Duchess Fraldarius, is sprawled out on the plush mattress of the Castle’s master bedroom donning a thin, silk sleeping dress, one of the many she kept on the trunk by the foot of the bed. She wore little else, other than a pair of shoes and stockings, for meals.

In Spring, Imperial Year 1181, her stepfather finally settled on a marriage contract with a nobleman. Rodrigue, Duke Fraldarius, who was in dire need of gold to fund the resistance effort against the Empire, once the Kingdom fell. Her stepfather wanted to buy himself some nobility, and so the deal was closed.

“Daddy.” The blonde cleric whines, pouting at the man before her.

He had undressed her, kissed along her neck, and commanded she get on the bed, leaving her incredibly turned on. Now, Rodrigue stands at the foot of the bed, slowly folding up his sleeves, not touching her. He is not even looking at her, and that just will not do.

Her husband has been married before. Mercedes remembers, very faintly, Ingrid commenting that, despite being a regular fixture at Castle Fraldarius, she had never met her mother-in-law, even before her untimely death, six or so years ago, before Glenn’s passing. The first wife was kept just like the second, she concludes, it is just her husband’s way of life.

No-one, other than her husband, her stepfather and Margrave Gautier, knows she is here. Sometimes she hears Felix’s voice, sees his teal hair running on the grounds, but he does not come to visit her. No letters arrive, either. It was disturbing at first, but now she finds comforting.

“Daddy!” Mercedes repeats, giving a displeased kick of her feet.

She sees the beginnings of an amused smile tugging at his lips, the soft yet wicked turn of his facial hair, but he quells it, and instead looks at she with a raised brow.

“What is it, sweet pea?” Rodrigue asks with a chilling tone.

“I am waiting!” She grouses, narrowing her eyes slightly.

At that, he lets his amusement show clear on his face.

“You must be mistaken, dear. Waiting implies the presence of patience, and I do not believe you to be very patient.” He teases, finally putting his now exposed forearms down at his side.

She only whines, squirming on the bed. She rubs her thighs together as she gives Rodrigue her most pleading look.

“Oh darling.” His taunting voice only fuels her arousal. “Very well, I will give she attention. Since you are very clearly desperate for it.”

Their marriage is barren, and will remain so. Rodrigue himself brings her contraceptive herbs and charms. War or no war, estranged or not, Felix is his heir, and he is not about to have his House thrown apart by conflicts between half-siblings, like so many others all around Fódlan had. It was hard enough keeping his own brother’s prolific family at bay.

The Duke glances down at the apex of her thighs. “Take off your smallclothes for me.”

Though the command is gentle, Mercedes rushes to comply, lifting her hips so she can pull her underwear off under her skirt. She bends her knees, removing them completely, and toss them to the floor beside her.

“Good girl.” He praises, feeling his tights become too small for his virile, deviant manhood. “Spread your legs, let me see how aroused you are.”

The church girl side of hers takes over for a moment and the blonde blushes at that, suddenly feeling shy. She rubs her thighs together once more, looking down at her husband bashfully. He tuts.

“Do not get shy on me now, precious. Let me see that sweet pussy.” His posh accent, the finest High Imperial language, the likes of which spoken at the courts, but rarely at the church and never at home.

Perhaps it is a sick memory of Baron Bartels, that blond, cold man’s domineering presence and strong jaws, a combination of beautiful and terrifying that confounded and charmed many a maiden in Adrestia. Perhaps it is her admiration of Ferdinand and Lorenz from her times as a student, that sincere but entitled kindness, born not out of a public spirit but of an instinct to reinforce a social order that privileged them. Be as it may, that proper speech has her sex pulsing, drives her to comply with the wildest things. The woman draws her legs apart slowly, biting her lip in embarrassment. She is sure he can see her folds glistening with the evidence of her arousal.

He hums.

Is it wrong? Is it sick? Mercedes does not know anymore, but in any case, there is no escape from this castle. There was no more Church of Seiros or Holy Kingdom of Faerghus to grant her a divorce, and even if it were, she would not be able to reach Galatea on foot, trekking through forests and mountains. She escaped an abusive marriage once before, she does not have the strength to escape another.

She does well if she convinces herself she is happy in here. Where she is fed and protected.

“There she is.” Rodrigue steps closer until his thighs make contact with the mattress, eyes glued between her legs. “My little girl. Are you eager for daddy, dearest?”

Mercedes nods, expectantly.

“Look at that, you are dripping.” He murmurs.

She whimpers needily, and at the same time she draws her legs together, feeling exposed under his intense gaze. He grabs her ankles, yanking them apart.

“Keep them open!” He growls his order, looking at her sternly.

She nods, giving another pitiful whimper, lest she angers her husband.

The Duke brings a finger up, sliding it teasingly through her folds. The blonde lets out a breathy moan at the contact, angling her hips to invite him to touch her some more.

“So responsive.” He repeats his ministration and she squirms, careful to keep her legs spread as he had instructed.

Finally, after a couple slower drags, the nobleman’s long, calloused finger, bearing his signet ring, stops at her entrance. He eases it into her tight heat, and the cleric moans at the sensation, head falling back. Below her, she hears her husband inhale sharply.

“You are so tight for me darling.” Rodrigue brings his free hand up to rest on the base of her stomach.

He holds her down as he begins pumping his finger in and out of her, pace torturously slow. Mercedes whines, attempts to buck under the firm pressure of his hand failing. She tries to wait patiently for him to speed up, but he seems to have no problem taking it slow.

She, however, have a great problem with that, and decide to let him know.

Mercedes weighs she is rather happy with the situation. Her whole life had been about caring for others. She cared for Emile under the Bartels, she cared for her mother when they ran away, she cared for her stepfather in Fhirdiad, she cared for the students at the Sorcery School, and she cared for Annette at the Officers’ Academy. In Fraldarius, she is cared for, she does not have to lift a finger or concern herself with anybody.

It was freeing, in a way.

“Daddy, give me more.” Mercedes means to sound assertive and compelling, but her aroused state means the words come out a desperate whine.

Rodrigue raises an eyebrow, finally looking up from her pussy.

“That is not how one asks nicely.” He reprimands, continuing his excruciating pace.

The Duchess lets out a huff and roll her eyes before she can stop herself. Swiftly, Rodrigue’s hand leaves her pussy and comes down on her inner thigh, a sharp smack sounding in the room.

Mercedes gasps.

“Watch it, girl. That attitude will not be tolerated.” His voice is a low growl, and she quickly nods.

“My apologies, daddy.” She mumbles, cheeks burning at her little scolding.

The man hums, placated, and the blonde wife feels emboldened to rephrase her question.

“Please, can I have some more?” She corrects her earlier words.

“Much better.” He brings his hand back down to her entrance, sliding two large fingers into she now.

She moans, gripping the bedsheets, relishing in the delicious stretch. He pumps his fingers at a steady pace, a welcome change from that prior. Soon, he pulls his fingers from she once again, and she whine at the loss. He shushes she, thumb rubbing over her stomach soothingly.

“You will not be empty long, sweet thing, do not fret.” His free hand works open the fastenings of his trousers, pulling them and his smallclothes down enough to free his thick length.

She watches intently as it bobs against his stomach, wide eyed. Rodrigue chuckles at her reaction. He gives himself a few languid strokes.

No, Mercedes lied. She has much to concern herself about in this chamber. There are no books and no needlework, there are no sweets to be baked or wounds to heal. Her only pastime is wondering where her husband might be, when he will arrive with her meals and whether he will fuck her.

It might have been a minor concern of hers, if she had more to busy herself with, but her mind gives it proper weight since it has nothing else to think about. So much so, she has taken to sleep with one of his capes, one that smelled of him.

“Do you want my cock, darling?” Rodrigue murmurs, leading her to nod enthusiastically.

The Duke raises an eyebrow at Mercedes silently, and she quickly realizes what he is waiting for.

“Yes, daddy, please give me your cock” She slurs, eyes pleading.

He hums.

“Good girl.” He holds himself at his base and slowly guides his length into her waiting hole.

The blonde Duchess moans as he sinks into her, walls fluttering around him.

“That is my girl,” Rodrigue grits out as he watches her pussy devour his cock.

He hooks his arms under the crooks of her knees, pulling Mercedes so her ass is hanging off the edge of the bed. He begins to rut into her deeply, holding her thighs in a bruising grip. She moans at the rough treatment.

“Do you like that, sweet pea? Do she like when I pound your pussy?” His voice is somehow steady and his face unbothered save for his furrowed brows and a light sheen of sweat.

His composed posture is a sharp contrast to her moaning, writhing form below him. If one was to capture that moment on a painting, it might belong to the realm of grotesque, rather than romantic. These are two people who have lost themselves in their indulgence.

Mercedes does not care about any of it and nods desperately.

“Yes, daddy, it feels so good!” She moans loudly.

“Naughty girl.” He growls out. “Worry not, I will fuck you straight. I will bring out a proper Fraldarius wife out of you just yet.”

The blue-haired nobleman brings a hand up from her thigh to her mouth, sliding his thumb over her bottom lip before slotting it into her slack mouth.

“Suck.” He orders.

The blonde woman complies, working his thumb with her tongue and suctioning gently. Another growl leaves his lips.

“So obedient. Such a good girl for me. Just for me to fuck.” His hips snap into she all the more roughly, his pace increasing.

Mercedes moans around his thumb, squeezing her eyes shut. She feels herself climbing towards her peak, her walls tightening around Rodrigue.

“Open your eyes. Look at me when you come.” His voice leaves no room for argument.

Her doe-like blue eyes snap open, coming down to meet his. Cold, sick, vicious and lascivious.

“There is my girl. Come on, come for me.” He encourages.

Having been granted his permission, she allows her body to fall over the edge. She moans breathlessly around the thumb still in her mouth, legs shaking and pussy spasming with her release.

The tightening of her channel is enough to send Rodrigue into orgasm just after she with a muttered “yes, darling”. Despite his vehemence against a child of her own, he always releases inside her. She feels as thick ropes of his cum fill her, and she whimpers. Her eyes flutter shut, feeling spent and exhausted.

Rodrigue pulls his thumb from her mouth and his cock from her cunt after a moment of catching his breath. He goes over to the bedside table, grabbing a towel to clean himself with and tucking his length back into his trousers.

Then, he goes back over to her, handing her the same piece of cloth so Mercedes could clean her intimacy.

“Come on sweet pea, you cannot fall asleep just yet.” He pulls her further down the bed by her waist, sliding his hand under her back to guide she upright. “I am still voracious.”

The Duchess open her eyes, feet meeting the floor. Despite up straight, the woman stands on shaky limbs.

“I am tired, daddy.” She complains feebly, looking up at him.

Rodrigue coos, wrapping his arm around she for support as he guides her to the bathing area.

“I know, you can sleep right after I am satiated. For now, clean yourself, as you still have a duty to perform.” He murmurs, stopping by the tiled room door and nudging her forward gently.

“Would you cuddle with me afterwards?” She glances back at him with wide, pleading eyes.

He gives her a soft smile that makes her heart flutter with adoration.

“Of course not, precious.” Rodrigue responds instantly, with a soft voice of someone waxing poetry by their lover’s ear. “I would not sleep well here with you.”

Mercedes does not know why she bothers asking. He never stays. She still held on the hope that he would stay a night, that the loneliness on her heart will be dispelled, if only temporarily.

Oh. Is she lonely? She does not know. Either way, it is best not to dwell on those thoughts. As her husband pointed out, she still has a duty to perform.

She makes her way over to the toilet and Rodrigue goes back into the bedroom. He pulls back the bedding and her some tea as she relieves herself and washes her hands. She heads back into the bedroom, walking over to him.

“Would she like pajamas, are she cold?” He asks, handing she the glass of water. She take it, looking at him thoughtfully for a moment, before shaking sher head.

“Alright.” He gestures to the steaming, inodorous tea with his eyes. “Drink up.”

She obediently raises the teacup to her lips, taking a couple of sips, eyes on his over the rim. He raises an eyebrow at her, and she continue drinking until half the cup is empty before pausing again, looking at him once more. He nods, waving his hands, signalling he wanted her to drink it all. She would do well if she complied, she would not want to be forced to drink the rest.

“Good girl.” He praises, setting the ceramic down on the bedside table.

Mercedes climbs into the bed, facing Rodrigue, and nestles under the covers. He removes his coat and trousers, leaving him in his smallclothes, and climbs into bed beside she. He wraps an arm around she and she snuggles in close, resting her head on his strong chest. His thumb rubs soft circles on her arm.

She feels her head faint, as her husband touches her lower and lower. He might have tired of her voice. It does not matter, she will perform to his highest expectations, conscient or not.

The last thought that runs through Mercedes’ head is that it is the 24th of Eternal Moon, 1185. The eve of the Millennial Festival, of the oath she had swore to return to Garreg Mach.

It seems she is not going to make it.

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New Friends Ch. 4

Ch.1 / Ch.3 / Ch.5

(Here you guys go!)

Adrien grew impatient as he lingered on the front steps of the school. Where was Marinette? They had the same class so he knew she got out of school when he did. What else did she have planned? 

Aside from that, how many other people was she going to tell about Lila? Adrien wasn’t sure what to think anymore. Weren’t they in this together? She agreed not to expose Lila so what was going on? 

His pacing came to a pause when he heard a familiar voice. 

Adrien turned to see Marinette walking down the steps, muttering to herself about her schedule and homework assignments. Before he could call out to her, though, they made eye contact. 

(Change to Marinette’s PoV)

Marinette and Adrien both froze, staring at each other for some time.

Finally, Adrien found it in himself to move. 

“We need to talk.” 

“Adrien, I don’t thin-” 

“Mari, please.” The boy pleaded. 

This caused Marinette to hesitate, biting her lip. 

Taking the opportunity, Adrien took a step forward, lowering his voice. 

“We agreed not to tell anyone. What are you doing?” Even though his voice was solely one of concern, Marinette felt herself getting upset.

“I didn’t deliberately find people to tell, it just happened.” She defended. “After yesterday, I was upset and Luka found me. He was worried so I told him what happened.” 

“But this isn’t the way to take care of Lila-” 

“I wasn’t taking care of Lila, I was taking care of me!” Marinette raised her voice slightly, but quickly brought it back down. 

Adrien stalled, not expecting her outburst. 

“No one believes me, Adrien.” 

“I believe you.” 

That’s not enough. Marinette thought, a bitterness rising in her throat.

Adrien, unaware of her true feelings, took another step forward, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Any other day she would have melted at his touch. 

Not today. 

“So believe me when I say exposing Lila isn’t the way to get others to believe you.” 

Anger flared up in her chest and she yanked her shoulder out of his grasp. 

“Really? Because it worked.” 

“Mari, it’ll only make you look bad-” 

“And I don’t look bad already?” 

“If you just let her lies crumble themselves-” 

Marinette let out a huff, opening her mouth to argue. 

“And how long is that going to take?” A voice interrupted instead, taking the words right out of her mouth. 

The two looked up to see Felix just now exiting the school, walking down the steps towards them.

“Felix, this doesn’t concern you.” Adrien said calmly, trying to be patient. 

“If the class is dumb enough to fall for Rossi’s lies so far, no matter how incredulous, it wouldn’t surprise me if she kept her grip on this school until we all go off to college.” Felix continued, not acknowledging Adrien’s insinuation to leave. 

Marinette, though it pained her slightly, agreed with everything Felix was saying. Lila had been stringing the class along for a while now- a month, at least. Who’s to say they’ll ever catch onto her lies? 

“We have to have faith in our friends.” Adrien, however, seemed to strongly disagree, and it made Marinette uncomfortable. 

“Why should she? They didn’t have any faith in her.” Felix responded curtly. 

This threw Adrien. He looked to Marinette for help, which was a grave mistake. 

The girl panicked, stuttering out a few “uhm”s and “well”s as she fiddled with her hands. 

“Is everything okay?” 

Marinette then felt a soft hand on her shoulder. Another savior. She glanced up at Luka, meeting his electric blue eyes with appreciation. Kagami, Aurore, and Wayhem were right behind him, all looking on the scene with a mix of concern and suspicion. 

With so many people now involved, Adrien didn’t see a point in trying to continue the conversation. 

He blew out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“We’ll talk more about this later..” He grumbled, before turning on his heel and walking to his awaiting car. 

No. Marinette thought as she watched him drive off. We won’t. 

She had made her decision, and not even the charming “ray of sunshine” could change her mind.

~~~~~~

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tikki asked later that night, not to dissuade her, but to make sure Marinette wasn’t going to regret it.

“I.. yes. I’m sure.” Marinette’s eyes filled with determination. “Felix is right. Why should I have faith in them when they didn’t have faith in me?” 

She didn’t think she could blatantly ignore her friends, but she would stop blaming herself for Lila’s actions. Marinette wasn’t going to let that be the focus of her life any longer. She would fight back when she felt the need to, but maybe she could just ignore Lila for now?

Tikki didn’t argue with her. She simply helped her holder with her homework for the evening. At least Marinette had some friends again. If she wanted to spend time with them, what was the harm?

~~~~~~~

Marinette walked into class the next morning feeling much more at ease than the day before. Sure, Lila’s lies still bothered her and they would undoubtedly give Marinette more trouble later. However, Marinette told herself, that was all the more reason to enjoy this moment of peace. So, as Lila rattled off her newest story to her mesmerized fans, Marinette quietly took her new seat in the back. 

Felix wasn’t there yet, giving Marinette some time to think of what she could do with her new group of friends. They could come over to her house to play games or bake treats together. Or maybe they could go on a picnic together! Marinette could bring all kinds of sweets, along with a blanket of her own design and complimentary drinks or- 

“Oh, I almost forgot to ask, do we get Marinette’s treats before or after Miss Bustier’s class?” Lila suddenly asked, bringing Marinette’s daydreams to a halt. 

The class, for once, appeared to be just as confused as her. 

“Marinette isn’t bringing any treats today.” Alya spoke up, giving the ravenette a questioning look. 

Marinette shook her head, confirming that she had indeed not brought any treats this morning. 

“Oh! My mistake!” Lila apologized, flailing her hands a bit. “I just thought since Marinette is such a good friend to you guys that she brought in cookies from the bakery once a week? Now that I think about it, I don’t even know where I got the idea.” 

Marinette glared at the Italian girl. It was obvious she was just trying to get free cookies while stirring up more trouble.

Somehow, the class rallied behind her and Marinette found herself pressured to make them cookies, for she would be awful and horrible and the worst if she didn’t. But then, Marinette felt compelled to. A spiteful thought poked the back of her head and festered and clouded over Marinette’s mind. 

Her lips curled into a smile. “Sure, I can bring some cookies to class tomorrow if you want.” 

They wanted cookies? Alright. She’d give them cookies. 

The class let out a few cheers and excitedly began chatting to each other about their favorite flavors. 

Not even a few minutes later, though, the excitement died in their throats as Felix Culpa walked into the classroom. He was met with eyerolls, glares, and a few bitter grumbles. 

Felix ignored all of them, walking straight to the back seat, once again sitting next to Marinette. 

“Good morning.” She greeted with a smile, pleased he chose to sit next to her again. This time, he couldn’t use the excuse of not being able to sit anywhere else, since almost all of the were still empty. 

Felix hummed in response, pulling out another book he had started the day before. 

At least he’s not ignoring me like everyone else. Marinette considered, studying him for a moment. 

“Hey, Marinette. Why don’t you come sit over here?” Alya suggested, keeping her glare on Felix. 

Oh, now you want to sit with me? Marinette thought irritably, but she kept a smile. 

“That’s okay. I wouldn’t want to take Lila’s seat. Tinnitus is a serious issue, you know.” Although her tone was innocent, it was also just a bit too sweet. 

Felix hid a smile behind his book, but Alya frowned. 

“Lila can sit next to Adrien, it’s fine.” She reasoned. 

Now Nino frowned. He didn’t like being sacrificed to sit in the back with the wet blanket. 

“Oh, please, let the pastry girl sit in the back. The farther from me, the better.” Chloe cut in, rolling her eyes. 

Alya was quick to turn her glare to Chloe. 

“I’m sure she’s just as happy to be away from your sorry attitude.” The reporter snapped. 

Felix raised an eyebrow towards her behavior, Marinette furrowing her eyebrows. So Alya would defend her against Chloe, but not Lila? Weird.

“Guys, no one has to fight.” Lila spoke up, probably starved of attention already. “If you want to sit next to Marinette, I’ll move to back. I’m sure I can borrow notes after class?” She offered, slowly rising out of her seat like a lost kitten. 

Of course, the class rushed to comfort her. 

“It’s really alright.” Mylene assured. 

“You can stay in your seat.” Rose smiled.

“Marinette said she was fine anyway.” Alya swiftly recanted her previous request towards Lila’s pity party. 

There it is. Marinette and Felix seemed to think at the same time. 

Lila finally “gave in” to their persistence and remained in her seat. Around that time, Mrs. Bustier walked in, demanding the class’ attention, and started the lesson. 

The class settled in their seats and got out their tablets. Marinette stayed in the back.

~~~~~~

Felix blew out a sigh as he powered off his tablet to put in his backpack. It was just his luck that he was placed in the most incompetent class of his new school. Nevertheless, he supposed there were some people who weren’t complete idiots. 

“Luka said they’re eating at the cafeteria again today. Are you gonna join us?” 

The girl next to him smiled warmly, hoisting her bag over her shoulder.

Marinette. 

Although she could be obnoxiously sweet and a bit naive, she was also sensible, hardworking, and honest. Those were qualities he could admire. 

“No, I’m going to the library.” Felix answered, picking up his brown, leather bag as well. He hadn’t had a chance to go through their book collection at the school yet. 

“Oh.. alright.” Marinette faltered. Was she disappointed? That was a first. 

She then pulled another bright smile, covering it up. 

“I’ll see you after lunch then.” She said hopefully, waving as she hopped down the steps. With that, she was gone. And Felix was by himself again. 

He stared after her for only a moment, before starting for the library. If he remembered correctly- and he usually did- it’s the room to the left of the gym. 

Felix ignored the hateful looks and whispers he received as he walked. Truth be told, he didn’t mind his classmates hating him. In fact, he quite enjoyed it at times. It made things much easier to focus on his work. Quietly. He was actually a bit enthusiastic about seeing their book collection. He’d heard it had quite the selection. That was a main reason he transferred to this school. 

Unfortunately, he was only able to get to the gym when someone called out to him. 

“Felix, wait up!” Lila nearly cooed, running over to him. 

He kept walking, ignoring her greeting. 

She was persistent, though. 

“I’ve been wanting to talk with you!” She beamed, coming up to hang loosely on his arm. “I felt like we got off to the wrong start.” 

Felix jerked his arm out of hers, quickening his pace without a word. He wasn’t interested in whether or not they got off to the wrong start. Lila was too flamboyant for them to ever be friends. Not to mention her lies and manipulations of the whole class. Felix might be cold to the touch, but he, at least, had morals. 

Lila flinched and took a step back, her hazel eyes glazing over in shock. She knew Felix was more closed off than her other classmates, but that usually worked. 

The girl recovered quickly, shaking her head and catching up to Felix again.

“Are you going to the library? I haven’t been there recently, but my uncle owns a library the size of this school back in Italy. Do you mind if I accompany you?” She asked sweetly. 

“Yes.” Felix answered shortly. This boy wasn’t budging. 

It was then Lila’s smile fell, her eyes getting wide and teary. 

“I-I didn’t mean to bother you..” She began, her gaze cast to the floor. “I just wanted to be friends.. Was it something I said? Did-” 

Lila gasped. “- did Marinette say something to you?” 

Felix’s fresh glare told her everything she needed to know. 

“She did say something! Felix, please understand, whatever she told you isn’t true. Marinette doesn’t like me very much.. I know that, but-” 

Felix let out a frustrated groan, causing Lila to pause. 

“I don’t care what Dupain-Cheng said.” He bit off. “That isn’t the problem.” 

Lila frowned. 

“Then what is?” She asked in a hopeful tone. If she could find out the problem, then she could fix it. After all, Lila couldn’t have someone siding with Marinette. Once one person does, others might start to join in, and all of her hard work would go to waste. 

 Felix’s reply, however, shattered her hope in an instant. “You.”

“I- what?” 

“You are the problem.” He repeated, shooting her another icy glare. 

The blonde didn’t pay attention to her sputters, simply walking passed her towards the library. Felix had business to attend to, and Lila wasn’t it.

~~~~~~

Lila scowled as she stalked back to the classroom for next period. That did not go as planned. That was worse than when she confronted the pigtailed girl. 

At least Marinette gave her a reason as to why she didn’t like her. Felix just brushed her off without so much as a care in the world. That might have been what irked her the most. 

Everyone had their quirks. Everyone had their ticks. And Lila had a specialty for finding those out and using them. But Felix, Felix wasn’t as naive or open as everyone else. He was guarded from the start. That was a problem she wasn’t quite sure how to fix. 

But as frustrating as it was, that wasn’t what she couldn’t wrap her head around. 

“Are you okay?” Alya asked as they slid into their seats. 

Lila looked up at her classmate, pulling a tight smile. 

“Of course! Just thinking about homework.” She lied, stealing a glance towards the back. 

Marinette appeared to be absently talking about something while doodling on her tablet. Felix intently listened, throwing in a comment or critique every now and then. 

That’s what Lila didn’t understand. 

He’s cold to everyone. She nearly growled at the thought. What’s so different about her? 

Out of everyone in the class, Felix just had to talk to Marinette, the only person who wasn’t blinded by her lies. 

“Class, attention please.” Mlle. Bustier spoke up, tapping her pointer to the chalkboard.

Lila’s eyes suddenly lit up as something clicked in her mind. 

“You are the problem”, Felix had said. That was why he talked to Marinette. She was the only one who didn’t like her. 

Lila felt a smile spread across her lips. Very well. If she couldn’t persuade Felix to her side, then she would flush him under with Marinette.

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Dimitri, the Naïve King. Or Is He Really? Fire Emblem Three Houses (Personal Opinion) MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR THE BLUE LION’S PATH!

A few days ago, I made a post on why I found Edelgard less compelling than either Claude or Dimitri, but when I posted my Edelgard opinion, I wasn’t quite finished with the BE route. At the time I was at like chapter 17/18 so I figured that was far in enough to post a valid opinion though lol. But, now I’ve completed that route too, and I’m currently chapter 15 of the Silver Snow route, my last route to complete after having done GD first and then BL before BE.

Anyway, my Edelgard post actually got far more likes/reblogs than I anticipated (seriously, as popular as Edelgard is I thought I was gonna get roasted alive for my more “negative” opinion, so to speak lol), so I figured I’d push my luck again with yet another rather unpopular opinion, but this time regarding Dimitiri. There will be some major spoilers for the Blue Lions route in particular in this post (and the post may be a bit long too lol), so read at your own risk if you’ve yet to at least complete it. Final Warning!

I’ve seen quite a few people talk about how naïve Dimitri was in his own route (mainly on reddit), after a combination of circumstances and Byleth eventually snap him out of his revenge before reason stage simply because he chose to try and reach out to Edelgard.

And I disagree with that notion entirely.  

Him being naïve in the sense that I’ve seen people implying would be him trying to reach out to Edelgard at the expense of everything else going on around him (and putting his friends/army at risk). He never takes his desire for reconciliation with Edelgard that far.  When Felix directly asks Dimitri if he’s prepared to kill Edelgard should he not be able to broker peace with her (and even Dimitri himself admits to you in a support convo that it’s a long shot but he felt he at least had to try), Dimitri literally says that he will strike her down if necessary (and he does) even if it would go against his personal wishes.

Simply attempting to reach out to both his stepsister and now hated enemy in itself does not make him a naïve idiot. In fact, I’d argue that the notion actually shows that he has the makings to be a very sensible, compassionate and benevolent ruler. It shows that he’s willing to show compassion and understanding to even his enemies, treating them like they matter as people, and attempt to go out his way to try and find a peaceful solution to a conflict if he can.

What I also find interesting is that people are quick to give Dimitri flak for the proposal and write him off as naïve, all the while completely side stepping the fact that Edelgard chose to meet with him honorably under the terms Dimitri dictated.

Look, if we’re going to be fair about all of this, then would that not make her just as  “naïve”, (considering she’s supposedly the “pragmatic well-intentioned extremist” enemy people claim) for not taking advantage of the situation to corner Dimitri and kill him right then and there? By this point she’s committed countless other murders, allied with shady people (Those Who Slither in the Dark) all in the name of “the greater good” (and she’s revealed to be the one who hired the bandits in the prologue to kill Dimitiri and Claude, she just got caught up in it and you and Jeralt end up saving all of them, kickstarting the main plot) so cornering a king with an army while he just brought the professor wouldn’t be “too cruel of her” to me. Just food for thought.

Since she chose not to take advantage of the situation dishonorably (and pragmatically), I can only assume that Dimitri’s desires and attempt to reach out to her despite everything wasn’t just naïve wishful thinking on his end, but rather a sensible gesture, even if he ultimately (and expectedly even from his end) failed to deter her from her destructive path. It would tie right in to song “The Edge of Dawn” since going by it’s Japanese name (Girl of Hresvelg), it’s about Edelgard’s longing for others to reach out to her (and her wishing she could do so in turn). As I mentioned in my other post, this was one of the reasons why I found Edelgard more compelling on this route than her own.

To try and drive my reasoning and point home, I have to spoil the moment serving as the true catalyst for Dimitri finally coming around on the BL route. Basically, a sad, vengeful little girl named Fleche holds a very understandable grudge against Dimitri and Byleth (whom I’m going to refer to the latter as a “she/her” from here on because I played a female Byleth who romanced Dimitri on this route). Anyway, Fleche, joins the army shortly after you’ve recruited Rodrigue under the guise of an unassuming soldier with secret murderous intent towards Dimitiri.

Eventually, she outs herself and holds Dimitri at knife point for him killing her older brother (General Randolph) during one of Dimitri’s “episodes” in a previous chapter. Just as Dimitri is about to accept the little girl’s rage (and the fatal knife attack), Lord Rodrigue shields Dimitri from the blow, fatally wounded in the process, and Byleth is forced to strike the child down (who couldn’t have been any older than Lysithea or Annette) in order to protect both Dimitiri and herself. A combination of Lord Rodrigue’s last words to him, seeing a child’s expression of dark revenge mirroring his own (and her being struck down at such a young age because of him), and Byleth reaching out her hand to him is what finally pulls him back from the brink entirely. He had no choice but to see and acknowledge all the suffering he left in his wake.

And he chose to face those feelings of regret and remorse head on, finding his way out of the darkness, all because someone (Byleth) reached out her hand to him.

Again, had Dimitri gone the opposite extreme, putting his desire for peace with Edelgard above his duty as a King (i.e., not killing her when clearly necessary to do so) then I would readily agree with the sentiment that he was too naïve for his own good. But he never does that.

Even after the final boss battle, when Dimitiri attempts to reach out to her one final time, by that point she’s rendered powerless. She can barely move let alone pose a threat to anyone in the moment. And when she still refuses, he finally does strike her down, acknowledging the fact that as much as they’d both like to reconnect with one another (again, Edelgard chose to meet with him under the terms he dictated prior to the final battle), it’s impossible at this point.

To me, all of this shows just how far Dimitri has come from the angry, revenge obsessed mess of a man he became during the five years Byleth was gone. Attempting to reach out ones’ hand despite how impossible it may seem isn’t a sign of weakness or naivety. It’s a sign of compassion and strength to me. It’s a message that needed to be conveyed. And I personally think that Dimitri’s path (and Byleth’s hand in helping him on his route) explored that beautifully. But again, just all my opinion.