#felix makes me physically ill

[blushft]

i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman i hate felix freeman *smashes head into mirror*

[eiochevart]

Heyaa I uhm I really like them hi (Waving and grinning at altta Ravio)

I really really hope this gives you even an ounce of the joy your drawing gave meeee wahhhh I can’t even think about it bc it’s gonna make me physically ill :,)

Honestly this barely feels worthy to be given for your drawing (I’m sorryyyy I genuinely can not ever get over it in my entire life.)

I loooooovvveeeeee your art so so much hope you’re doing so well forever 🫶

FELIX THIS IS AMAZING!!!! It’s them it’s them it’s them 🗣️🗣️🥹🫶🫶🫶

You draw them so well, I’m so happy omg

[jisungiesvzz]

You Need To Eat Well

Han Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: eating disorder, panic attack, anxiety, throwing up, fluff at the end?

Word Count: 1.8k

P.S. This is my first post so please let me know if I’ve missed warnings! Also, this is NOT proof read so send in any typos or wtvr lol.

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It was around lunch time when you were with Jisung and his members in their practice room. They were arguing over a particular dance move while you lay on the couch in the corner, mindlessly scrolling through a social media app. 

“Alright enough!” Bangchan said, raising his voice a bit.

You flinched slightly at his sudden unexpected tone change. The members went silent but Jisung stared at you, noticing your sudden movement. You noticed him staring and quickly went back to looking at your phone.

“Clearly we are all frustrated with each other and arguing isn’t going to get us anywhere.”

The other members nodded their heads in agreement as a bunch of sighs went around the room.

“You’re right,” Changbin chimed in. “It is a little past lunchtime, let’s grab something to eat and start up again after.”

You shuttered at the idea of eating in a group.

“Yeah, I could really use some food.” Hyunjin agreed. The other members simultaneously shuffled off to their bags to grab what they needed before regrouping at the door.

You saw a shadow approaching you and you set down your phone, sitting up to see who it was.

Jisung.

“You should come with us, you need to eat too.”

“Uh… yeah no I’ll go with you guys.” You replied back, making sure to avoid the part about you actually eating.

You grabbed your phone and wallet and walked out the door with the group. You tried to subtly walk behind the members to avoid the topic of food without making it obvious. Seungmin and I.N were debating very loudly over which ramen place would be better to eat at. Hearing the word ramen made you feel physically ill. You did your best to put on a smile but Jisung noticed you were a little pale and matched your pace to walk next to you. 

“How are you feeling? You look a little pale.” He asked, trying to sound calm but his concern was more evident in his voice than he intended.

“Oh I’m pale? I feel fine though.” You said trying to sound convincing.

“Are you sure?” He asked, not believing you.

You nodded your head with the best reassuring smile you could muster up. You could tell he didn’t really believe you but before anymore could be said you had arrived at the restaurant.

The group grabbed a table and you tried not to sit next to Jisung to avoid him noticing your eating pattern. You sat next to Felix and Bangchan which made Jisung frown a little but he shrugged it off and sat next to Felix.

Minutes went by and your mood began to change for the better as Felix started excitedly talking  to you about his upcoming Louis Vuitton photoshoot. You slowly forgot about where you were until the waiter came up and started taking everyone’s orders. It came to your turn and you were already dreading everyone looking at you, waiting for you to order. You pretended to look at the menu and then ordered a small appetizer. 

The waiter finished writing down the orders and walked away.

“Y/n-ah you should’ve ordered more, that won’t fill you up,” Lee know stated from across the table.

Your stomach dropped. Everyone was looking at you.

“I uh- I ate a big breakfast, I’m just… not that hungry right now,” you felt so pathetic through the lie. 

“Breakfast was so long ago, we’ll order you some ramen,” Bangchan said, waving down the waiter before you could reject his statement.

The food arrived moments later, and the second the bowl was put in front of you, you felt so nauseous. 

It’s too much food. You look like a pig eating this in front of them, Don’t it eat, they’re judging.

You tried to wait a couple minutes before excusing yourself to the bathroom but you almost threw up just thinking about picking up the chopsticks. 

“I’m gonna head to restroom real quick,” you said quickly and you sped to the bathroom.

You swung the door open, not bothering to lock it behind you. You immediately started belching and throwing up into the toilet. Tears streamed down your face as you continued throwing up. The door cracked open and you faintly heard someone’s worried voice.

“Y/n-ah…?”

A second later, someone was dashing towards you and holding your hair back. You shuttered aggressively once you stopped vomiting and let out a shaky whimper. You felt someone’s hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles on it. 

“What happened...?” You recognized the voice. It was Jisung.

You sighed not wanting to speak.

Jisung grabbed your chin and turned head to look up at him. He looked you in the eyes and he could see the hurt in them.

“Talk to me. Please, Y/n…” he quietly begged.

“I just feel sick, it… it could be a c-cold.” You stammered through your lie.

It was evident in his eyes that he didn’t fully believe you but after a few moments of thought he let it go.

“I’m gonna tell the members you’re not feeling well then I’m taking you home.”

“Ji, I’m fine-”

He cuts you off, “Y/n don’t argue with me. You are sick and you need rest.”

You sighed and gave in, nodding your head. He helped you stand up and headed back to the table to grab your things.

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You lay in bed staring up at the ceiling with Jisung laying next to you. It had been quiet for a while, leaving plenty of time for Jisung to think. He noticed you were pale again.

“Do you think you can get down some broth?” He broke the silence.

You internally gagged but he didn’t notice.

“I’m not hungry,” you reply weakly.

He sat up, slightly hovering over you, “Y/n, I’m worried about you. You’re super pale, it’s not normal.”

He thinks you’re ill. You can’t eat. He’ll laugh at you for wanting food.

“Stop, please…” you begged, rubbing your face “I can’t think about food anymore… please, just stop.”

The tears were forming again and that’s when Jisung caught on.

“Are you… Y/n when was the last time you really ate?”

“I told you, I ate this mor-”

He cut you off, “Don’t lie Y/n, when was the last time you ate.”

Silence feel between you two. Tears pricked Jisung’s eyes as his suspicions were confirmed. He didn’t say anything before getting up and leaving the room.

He’s leaving you. He thinks you’re pathetic for not eating. You can’t eat. Don’t eat. He’ll think you’re a pig.

The thoughts kept rolling in and you started to panic, your thoughts consuming you by the minute. A couple minutes go by and Jisung comes back in with a small cup of broth. He sits on the edge of the bed and moves the cup towards your lap. You shake your head but he just looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Think of it as flavored water, yeah? It’s not food.”

“I- I can’t…. I-” 

The panic is setting in. Your breathing became labored and you started shaking uncontrollably. You desperately tried to calm down but everything felt like it was caving in on you; the ceiling, the walls, the mattress pulling you into an endless abyss as you gripped at them tightly. 

Jisung practically threw the cup onto the nightstand as he saw you panicking.

“Hey what’s wrong?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

You tried to answer but your breath kept getting caught in your throat. You begin clawing at  your chest as you felt like you were about to combust, tears now pouring out of your eyes. Jisung knew you were choking on your words and grew scared that you soon wouldn’t be able to breathe at all. He wrapped you in his arms, your head flesh with his chest.

“I need you to take deep breaths, love” he spoke, trying to sound grounded. “Listen to my breathing.” 

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. You roughly tried to follow his breathing but it didn’t seem to be enough. You wanted to speak again but he stopped you.

“Don’t. Please, just… just keep breathing,” he took one of your hands and put it on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat. It was slow and steady, reminding you that he was there with you. He soothingly rubbed your back as your breathing began to slow down and your shaking subsided.

You sniffled softly before Jisung spoke again.

“What’s going on in your head, Y/n? You need to let me in. You’re not okay.”

“I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

“I can try. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I… I just feel like I’m constantly getting judged by people when I eat. I’m constantly comparing myself to how much others eat and I constantly feel like I’m defined by how much, how little, or even what I eat.” You sniffled and blinked trying to hold back your tears again.

‘Oh y/n…” he cooed, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head. ‘That’s not true. You need to eat well. People care for you and we aren’t judging you.”

Jisung’s voice cracks as he also begins to tear up, “It hurts me to know that you feel this way. But I want you to know that I’m here for you, every step of the way. I’m going to help you through this, okay?”

You lifted your head off his chest, your eyes irritated  and red from crying. You looked him in the eyes and saw his hurt,  but through that hurt you saw comfort, reconciliation and… love. His gaze softened as he cupped your cheek with his hand.

“You are loved. You understand that? I…” he paused for a moment. “I love you.”

Time froze. Your heart melted at his words.

He loved you. 

His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. He leaned closer leaving barely any space between you, giving you a chance to back away. When you didn’t move, he closed the gap between you in a melancholy kiss. He conveyed his love for you in that sweet moment and you felt his love radiated throughout you. 

Jisung broke away from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours, slightly short of breath.

There was a moment of silence between you but that was all you needed. 

“I love you too.”

[queers-gambit]

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I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

basking in the sunshine, breathing fresh air, bare skin tickled by tall grass, and Felix, who can't focus on the Half Blood Prince when his girl's got his full blooded attention.

word count: 2.3k+

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 illicit material use 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 💍 established relationship 🔥 gentle NSFW 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot

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kinda-sorta Felix Catton headcanons

I see Felix as the kinda guy who is laid back but with his girl at Saltburn because she’s shy he’d be the one who would pick out her dresses for dinner, put his hand on her throat or up her skirt whenever he wants and even just to get her attention, always pulling her on his lap even if there is an open seat next to him, and maybe he’d make her call him daddy.

🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 💍 established relationship 🙊 general language and content warning

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Lost and Found

you're just friends, but on your first night at Saltburn, you get lost in the vast halls and accidentally walk in on lover boy after a bath. he wants you to stay.

word count: 3.6k+

🍒 author's favorite 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 🐑 filler 🙊 general language and content warning ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🧠 depiction of mental health (anxiety)

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Simple, Easy, Effortless

from across the dance floor, Felix locks eyes with you and is instantly smitten. is it love at first sight? lust? he's determined to know.

word count: 5.1k+

🍒 author's favorite 🥰 romance 🙊 general language and content warning ❄️ mention of illicit material use [cocaine] 🥂 alcohol consumption ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🔏 barely edited

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Midsummer Night(mare)'s Dream

when Oliver's obsession reaches new heights, you fear Felix might return the affection - resulting in bloody flower petals suffocating you.

word count: 12.9k+

🍒 author's favorite 🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🤮 depiction of physical illness 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon 🩸 depiction of blood / injury 🫠 depiction of self-destruction ⏳ alternate timeline ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🥂 alcohol consumption 🚬 brief illicit material use 🥊 brief depiction of physical aggression 🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort ⚠️ spoilers ♻️ "friends to 'strangers' to lovers" kinda 🧂 Fix It Felix 👯‍♀️ "best friends" trope 🐍 dead parents / family angst 💛 requires maturity and caution

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kinda-sorta wedding AU HCs

write-in regarding what a Saltburn wedding would look like

word count: 1.4k+

-> no warnings which is suspicious as hell

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But You Without Me Ain't Nice

deciding to surprise your boyfriend for Christmas after studying abroad, only to discover him in the arms of another. when you return to Oxford, so does his desire. or the request: felix cheats and tries to win reader back

word count: 5.7k+

⏳ AU timeline 🧸 very little fluff at the end 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💣 relationship angst ��� established relationship 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 small toxic relationship ? 🥂 depiction of alcohol consumption 🧂 Fix It, Felix

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Eyes Never Lie: Part IV

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summary: Being friends with Coriolanus for a long time lets you what drives him to succeed and survive. You've also gained the insight to guess how he's feeling or what he's about to say just by the expression on his face. But only things that you could never decipher were the thoughts behind his eyes.

A.N: I’m not dead! Had a health emergency so that's why this is late (don't hate me), but part 4 is finally here!

word count: 4.9k

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Felix Ravinstill was dead.

You went by the hospital to check on him, only to hear his ventilator sound off the time of his death, sunrise on the last day of the 11th Hunger Games. You watched from a distance as his mother and father held themselves as they cried over the loss of their son, and you walked away, saddened by the death of a friend; the death toll of dead or scarred friends now rising to 3.

These were friends you had known since childhood, people you had grown up together with, people who are now dead and scarred, lives forever changed in the blink of an eye. You were walking out of the room when you were suddenly pushed into a bathroom. Your hand grabbed the sleeve of the person and pulled them off of you. You were met with yellow eyes, black hair, and a long turtleneck shirt. Your mouth fell open as you recognized the person who pulled you into the room.

“Clemmie?” you whispered and wrapped your arms around her. She hugged you back as you let a tear fall. “Why won't you visit me?” she asked, her tone having an angry edge to it. “Gaul told us you had an infectious flu.” You said, looking at her sickly appearance. “She's a liar, that snake changed me. I haven't gotten anyone sick.” she seethed, and you noticed she would hiss as her tongue would twitch with her body. Her eyes then scanned you, “You need to stay away from her, she's gonna get you killed, she already wants me dead.”

She then added to her sentence, “Don’t let her poison get to you, she wants us to be like her test!” Clemensia started to hiss as she held your arms, prompting the hospital staff to open the door, catching you two. One of them grabbed, holding one of her arms tight as another did the same.

“Watch! Her games are gonna get us all a free ticket to the next life!” Clemensia yelled before a staffer pricked her with a needle, and she went limp. Before she was dragged into another room, her shirt rode up, revealing the bottom of her torso, and a batch of scales festering in the middle.

The walk to the academy made your mind race. Your thoughts drifted to Lucy Gray, who was hopefully still alive. She has a low chance of making it out alive, that you knew. She could charm a crowd bit when it came to physical strength… yeah. Walking into the lab, you made yourself a promise: If there was any way you could help her in the games, rules be damned, you would do it. Gual was already waiting for you.

“take it you know about Ravinstill’s son?” She asked, to which you nodded in response. “Death, a certain subject you’ve become friends with these last few days.” Dr. Gaul said before leading you to a stack of cages, starting a long day of learning about her creations and how they were made.

You caught glimpses of the games, only seeing the death of Lucy’s fellow tribute, Jessup, another innocent life claimed by the games. While you were writing in your notepad, you heard a scream on the screen that broke your focus. Reaper was holding Dill in his arms, blood streaming out of her nose. She was dead. “Her illness finally took over.” you said to yourself, noticing Gaul’s eyes glued to the screen, a curious look on her face. In a turn of events, starts to line the dead tributes up in a line. This broke your focus, making you look at what he was doing.

The most shocking part came when he tore the capitol flag down from the arena, making you stand up. As he laid the flag over the fallen tributes, Sejanus’ words came into your mind. They didn't deserve this. In the corner of your eye, you saw Dr. Gaul go to a desk in front of a camera. “Start the broadcast.” She said to one of her other assistants. Reaper's words were soon cut off by Dr. Gaul.

“Capitol citizens, I’m afraid I must interrupt our Games to announce a tragic loss, one that affects us all. Felix Ravinstill, son of our beloved president, has this morning succumbed to his injuries sustained in the rebel bombing.” A few of the lab assistants gasped at the news as you turned towards Gaul, watching her break the news to Panem.

“Out there in the districts, they will be celebrating this young boy’s death as a triumph. I will not allow my Games to give our enemy such a victory. I swear to you, here and now, before the sun goes down tonight, a rainbow of destruction will engulf our arena. Even if it means there’s to be no victor in these Games.” And with that, she cut the feed.

Your mouth fell open, “You did that to cut the tribute off.” She looked at you with a cold stare, “Just one more rebel to kill.” You saw the lab assistants start to cage up the snakes, and you watched the colorful creatures of death go into a cylinder and be pushed outside, you turned and saw Coriolanus walking towards you. He was looking between you and the tank, a concerned look on his face.

He was holding his handkerchief in his hand and put it in your hand. “It holds her scent, please.” Coriolanus begged. The memory of Dr. Gaul making you retrieve the paper came back to you: the snakes didn't bite you, so they won't harm Lucy Gray. You nodded and walked to the tank, sliding it between the slot in just as it was lifted off. He gave you a grateful smile as he walked off. You walked out and saw Dr. Gaul with her back turned to you, laughing to herself, “Go watch the finale, my rose,” she said, now turning to you, “Say your silent goodbyes to your friend.”

You speedwalked into the room, finding Tigris, and sat next to her. She gripped your hand as your eyes were glued to the screen, praying the handkerchief trick worked. You watched as the youngest tribute, Wovey, walked towards the tank, not knowing it would be the last thing she saw. Soon the snakes broke the tank, and covered Wovey, charging towards the tributes.

“Not candy! Down goes Wovey.” Lucky Flickerman said and continued to announce the death of all the tributes until it all got to Lucy. You looked between the screen and Coriolanus. The snakes weren’t charging towards her, now slowly creeping. “It worked.” You said to yourself, letting out a sigh of relief. “She’s won, let her out.” Corio said. “Afraid that’s not your call to make, Mr. Snow.” Lucky Flickerman said and nodded to Dr. Gaul.

You suddenly heard Lucy start to sing, trying to calm the snakes. The way her voice took the room over, you could only imagine what her voice was doing to the other viewers. Between the snakes wrapping around her dress and her powerful voice, tears started to form in your eyes. By the end of her song, you could only hear the sound of her humming and your breath. Coriolanus now turned to Dr. Gaul, “Dr. Gaul, please, get her out.” He shouted. Tigris and you shared a brief look before you both yelled “Get her out!”

Soon the room started to fill with the refrain “Let her out” while looking at Dr. Gaul. She raised her hand, silencing the students who waiting for her answer. With a pointed look at you, she turned to a person next to her and said, “Let her out.” You didn't even hear Flickerman’s words as you hugged Tigris and she held you. Your classmates began to walk towards Coriolanus while you stayed by Tigris. “The games are as I predicted!” Lucky Flickerman shouted, tearing up his paper and releasing doves from his hands.

Amateur magician my ass.

Eventually, he broke through the crowd and found you two in the middle of the group, Tigris coming up and holding him first. After a moment, he came to you and you enveloped him into a hug. “You did it.” you whispered to him, feeling his hands squeeze you. The games were over, Coriolanus had won, and all would be well.

That afternoon, you were finishing up writing down notes of formulas Dr. Gaul assigned to you when Dean Highbottom walked in, “I assume your friend is ecstatic he won the games, as he should be.” You turned to him, taking in his tone of speech. “I find it strange, this relationship between you and Snow,” he said, “coming so close while only meeting in the Academy even though you both grew up close together, did you not?” You nodded in response, “We had mutual friends, we knew about each other, but didn't cross paths until the first day.”

“It’s been nice seeing you two help each other as best you could these years,” Highbottom said, “but I’m afraid it's come to an end, dear one.” For a second you couldn't speak, but you leaned forward. “It appears your friend slipped his songbird a compact mirror full of rat poison, assisting the kills of that sickly tribute as well as another,” Dean Highbottom said, making your blood run cold, “And a handkerchief with his father’s initials was found in the bottom of the snake bin, saving his tributes life in the end.”

You covered your mouth and cursed, “Goddamit Coryo.” you whispered to yourself, but you pulled yourself together. “So now what happens to the prize, who wins?” you asked, looking him in the eyes. “Well, as I said, cheating will be punished. Being a peacekeeper will be one suited for him I assume. As for the winner of the Hunger Games, I'm still deciding on that one.” he said, standing beside you. “In some ways, I say the viewers for having a show. In other ways, I say his songbird is a winner, she gets to live after all. But I would also say you as well.” Highbottom stated.

Now you were confused, “How do I win?” He shrugged, “You got the experience of the games, up close and personal. You, a capitol student, are now an apprentice to the Gamemaker of the Hunger Games, a survivor of a capitol bombing, and top of your class, why aren't you anything but a victor of these games?” Dean Highbottom asked. “Come on, you didn't think the public forgot your little act in the zoo already, apprentice? You made a little name for yourself without even realizing it,” He chuckled as he looked up at you, “I congratulate you.”

“For what?” you asked, looking at him. “Surviving Snow, and his games.” Highbottom said, looking past you and at Dr. Gaul who entered the room. “Why would I have to survive him?” you asked, but he shook his head. “Later, apprentice, your teacher calls.” he said, and walked out the same way he came. Dr. Gaul approached while carrying a clipboard, a teasing smirk on her face, “Death’s resounding bell tolls once more, the number of friends lost rises to four.” She then looked up, “One last thing, the snakes are getting a bit much for the rest of my assistants, help them out for me.”

You had gotten used to her random “side quest” as you called them, so you went out of the door, missing the cold and hard stare she gave you. When you approached the arena, you looked for the rest of the people.

Why was the arena empty?

That was when you heard it, the slither of snakes coming from all corners of the arena. “No…” you said to yourself, seeing snakes come from all the crevices of the arenas. You let out a scream and backed into a barrier. You began to climb the debris, ironically ending up in the same area Lucy Gray did. As the snakes wrapped around your legs, you held your breath, knowing it would be your last. You kneeled on the ground, letting your last moments of life looking at the sunset. Surprisingly, they only wrapped around your body but made no effort to harm you.

You kneeled there and watched as they swarmed your body, making a rainbow blanket over your body. For some reason, you laughed at the revelation of the handkerchief not only saving Lucy Gray but you as well. “I had a feeling my theory was correct.” You heard the voice of Dr. Gaul say. You looked at the camera pointing at you and sighed, “You knew I helped?” “I had a hunch, little rose, and I’m usually right about a lot of things.” She chuckled. “So now what, you gonna turn me over to Highbottom, turn me into an Avox?” You seethed, now having a rush of anger. “And let the newest gem of Panem go to waste, I’m not that cruel. The fact loverboy is going to the districts as a peacekeeper is punishment enough for you.” Dr. Gaul chuckled.

“No child, you shall go to 12, have a little vacation away from home.” She said as you slowly stood up, the snakes still all around you. “And do what, just stay there spinning the story to have me a permanent resident for cheating?” You shouted, looking at the camera. “No, you shall adapt. Pack a simple bag.” Dr. Gaul said, “And you shall see how blessed you were to prosper and grow in the Capitol, not in the districts like the snake you saved.” And fine the camera’s red light turned off. You sighed and slowly walked out of the arena, the snakes, surprisingly letting you move. You walked home as if you were marching in a funeral procession.

You hit the bed cried yourself to sleep, and packed your bag in the morning. Dr. Gaul made up the perfect fabricated story to your parents, and you didn’t protest, the fear of her ratting you out shutting you up. You got dressed, put your jacket on and you were on a train to the districts that early morning. The train ride might as well have been one to hell. With each tree going past you was only a reminder of being far away from home. You held your necklace in your hand, watching the greenery of the land pass you by.

When the train stopped, your face contoured into one of emptiness, the reality of your situation setting in. You were alone. No parents to vouch for you. No Sejanus to make you laugh and comfort you. No Coriolanus, you had to stop thinking about his situation to keep yourself from crying. As you held your bag tightly a dressed officer walked forward. “Gual’s student?” He asked you, to which you nodded in reply. “Welcome to District 12, this way.” He helped you into the back of a vehicle and sat in front of you.

“You’ll be shadowing and assisting the scientist in the laboratory. You have the freedom to explore, you’ll be here for a while.” He said, watching the coal miners pass you all by. “What is there to do?” You asked, looking at the buildings. The officer nodded, “There’s the Hob, group that calls themselves the Covey performs there.” Your eyes met his at the mention of “covey.” Lucy Gray was covey, so she would be here. “When do they perform?” you asked.

“I'm not sure, but hopefully soon.” he said as the car stopped in front of a building. You were coached throughout the day about the jabberjays, as well as what they were made for. Only in the late afternoon did you finally catch a break. Your hands ached from the pecks and bites of the jabberjays. You walked through the streets, hands in your pocket, taking in District 12. Birds were flying around, peacekeepers walking the streets, and someone calling your name.

Wait…

You froze and turned around, seeing a blonde girl looking at you, behind her was Lucy Gray. She immediately ran towards you and enveloped you in a hug. “You’re here,” She said, looking you up and down, “Why are you here?” “Gaul figured out I helped Coriolanus cheat during the games.” You said, and she came to a realization. “The snakes, that was you?” Lucy Gray asked, you nodded “yes.” She then hugged you once more, tighter this time than the last. You hugged her back as she asked, “What happened to Coriolanus?” Your breath hitched, and then you let it out, “He has to serve as a peacekeeper for his wrongdoings.” Her hands rubbed your shoulders, “How long does he have to serve?” You shook your head, trying not to cry, “I don’t know.” Your voice came out weak, your emotion taking over your voice.

“I’m so sorry-.” “Lucy Gray!” A voice yelled. Her expression immediately fell. “Piss off Billy!” The blonde girl who was with Lucy yelled. “Nobody’s talking to you, Ivory!” Billy yelled at the girl. “This was Maude Ivory” you realized, slowly breaking out of your trance. “Why don't you go torture another poor girl.” You shouted. Now his gaze turned to you.

“And who might you be?” Billy asked, looking you up and down. Well, shit. You didn't want people to find out you'd been sent here, lord knows how the district feels about the capitol. So you put on your best smile and sarcastic tone, “Calanthe Hemlock, and I'm so glad to meet such a waste of air like yourself.” Billy purses his lips before looking at Lucy again, “This conversation ain't over.” You three watched as he walked off before Maude Ivory looked at you, “Calanthe Hemlock huh? Where’d that name come from?” She asked. “The name “Calanthe” came from a close friend.” you explained, not missing the sorrowful look Lucy gave you. “Hemlock is one of my favorite shades of green.” You said and leaned on the building close to you.

“How long will you be here?” Lucy Gray asked, looking you in your eyes, Maude Ivory following the same movement. “I don’t know, could be weeks, could be months.” You said. Her face slows turned into a smile as she looked at Maude Ivory. “What’s that face for?” You asked. “This hell is gonna turn into a vacation.” Lucy said, sliding her arm on your back and walking you deeper into town. “You won’t have to live in your Capitol dollhouse, you can just be you.” Lucy Gray said, holding your hand and squeezing it. “Calanthe Hemlock, resident of District 12. No one knows your name, or your past, all they know is that you’re my friend.” She said.

As you watched the sunset over the trees your face slowly broke out into a smile. Calanthe Hemlock just stepped into the streets of District 12, and she was gonna have the time of her life while she had the time. The first week you still had your walls up, nervous about being alone in a new environment for the first time. By the second week, you were hanging out with Lucy every day, and by the third week, you almost forgot your birth-given name.

When Lucy Gray & Maude Ivory introduced you to their family in the Covey several weeks later, you wouldn't lie and say you were nervous. Those nerves were soon soothed by their kindness and acceptance of you. Turns out that risking your entire future for a friend ends up giving you more of them. They walked you through the woods until they came to a lake, and all rushed to jump in, all except Lucy Gray, who was watching you.

“What's wrong, Calanthe?” she asked. “I haven’t gone swimming in a while.” you said as you took your dress off. Lucy smiled softly, “Jump in or I'll shove you in myself.” She was gone in a second, jumping over the dock and into the waters. You sighed, “When in 12.” You said to yourself and ran down the dock, jumped up, and let the water cover you.

When the water ran out of your ears, The cheers of the covey filled them, chanting your name. You spent the afternoon swimming. When you all took a break, Luxy sat beside you in the grass. “I never got the chance to ask you, now did they find out you helped me?” Lucy Gray asked.

For a second, you were back in the area, the snakes slithering up your body and over your throat. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. “Dr. Gaul, the game maker, told me I was helping the other lab assistants gather the snakes out of the arena. When I walked in I was the only one there, and the snakes swarmed me a minute later.”

Lucy Gray’s mouth fell open and closed before finally closing completely, “You know she’s an absolute nutjob right?” You nodded in response, looking out at the water. “Well, stand up. You're going out tonight.” Lucy said, grabbing your hands, and making you stand. “Where are we going?” you asked, letting her walk you down the trail. “You, Hemlock, are joining us in the Hob tonight.” Maude Ivory said, looking up at you.

You scoffed, “I didn't know I was the guest of honor.” “We’re playing tonight,” Barb Azure said, looking back at you, “and you’re dancing tonight.” You laughed, “I don’t have a choice, do I?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Nope, now go on and kill some time, we’ll be looking out for ya.” Tam Amber said, giving you a playful wink as they walked ahead of you.

When the night was setting you took a quick shower and changed into a dress you packed and walked to the Hob. The dance was already in full swing, boots stomping on the floor and loud chatter filling the air.

A smile found its way upon your face, the change of scene is a complete 180 of the dancing you were used to, yet somehow more entertaining to see. Soon you were pulled into a dance, losing track of time and the worries being capitol fell away.

When the music stopped, you found yourself in the front, looking up at Maude Ivory. “Is it hot in here?” she yelled, you and the crowd yelling “yeah” in response. “Cause we’re plannin’ on heating it up a bet more. The one, the only, Lucy Gray Baird!” she shouted, and Lucy Gray came onto the stage. As she gave her small speech, she was given a bottle, you caught her gaze and she smiled.

“Everybody!” Lucy Gray suddenly yelled, to which the crowd responded, “Yeah!” “I'd like to give a special shoutout to my dear friend, someone who pioneered for my victory throughout the games. My dear friend Clanathe Hemlock!” She yelled, pulling you up on stage, the applause and whistles drowning out your nervous giggles. “Safe to say she's happy I survived.” Lucy Gray said, letting you back down. “Now, how about a song, huh?” Lucy Gray asked, and the music queued her in.

As soon as she started singing, you recognized the lyrics. It was the same song she sang at the reaping, but it sounded a whole lot better with the band. You then noticed she froze up on a lyrics and stopped dancing to follow her gaze, but you couldn't see who she was looking at. You did manage to see the smirk she gave shot you. That was when Billy waste of air Taupe broke through the crowd.

You turned and saw Billy Taupe shove a peacekeeper before getting shoved on his ass. You covered your mouth to laugh but that hand shot out to keep yourself between him and Lucy Gray. “Leave the girl alone, Taupe!” you yelled. His eyes met yours and all of a sudden you felt his hand slap the hell out of you, sending you back onto the stage.

The slap damn near knocked you out, but you got back up just in time to see a peacekeeper with blonde hair rush towards him, shouting “Don’t touch her.” You stood up and looked at the peacekeepers, and your eyes filled with tears as you recognized his eyes. Coriolanus was the one knocking the hell out of Billy Taupe. “Coryo stop!” you heard another familiar voice yell. “Nah get off me!” Coriolanus yelled, getting dragged away by Sejnaus. Why are you here? You watched Coriolanus look you in the eyes as your face broke into the biggest smile you ever smiled in your life.

You turned to Lucy Gray as she smiled back at you, “Well look who's here.” “You saw him when you stopped singing.” you said, putting two and two together. Her hand went to your cheek and sighed, ”Try and clean that up some, ‘Lanthe, don't want this on your record.” You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, before I make you my next test subject.” You joked. “Ya love me too much to do that.” Lucy Gray yelled as you walked away. “Unfortunately!” you shouted back, blowing her a kiss as you walked back to your barracks.

The next day the slap mark went down, but it still stung like hell. Pulling on your long sleeved dress and boots, you walked to the lunch hall. You heard from the other trainees you had the day off and immediately went to find Lucy. When you walked through town, you heard your name being called and saw Sejanus running towards you. You wrapped your arms around him and let out a laugh, “What are you doing here!” “Once I found out where Coryo was going, I followed close behind. I wasn't expecting you to be here.” Sejanus said.

Your hand ran over his hair, and you pouted. “I’m gonna miss your hair.” You said, making him chuckle. “Coriolanus was looking for you earlier,” Sejanus said, making your eyes widen. His eyes took in your expression, and he smiled softly. “You don't know how loved you are, Calanthe.” He said, smoothing out your hair before sighing. “It's nice to get away from the capitol, isn't it?” you asked, Sejanus nodding “yes” in response.

His gaze soon went behind you, and he rubbed your shoulders, “I gotta go, I’ll catch up with you later.” Sejanus gave you a short smile and then walked off. You sighed, wondering who he went to talk to as you walked around. The grass hitting the skirt of your dress. You saw a familiar figure walking through the grass and your heart jumped. Before you knew it, you broke out in a run towards him. “Coryo!” you yelled, a smile breaking your face open.

He turned and mirrored your smile, walking towards you as well. You opened your arms to bring him into a hug, which he was pulled into the second you got to him. His arms held you to his chest, so close you could almost hear his heartbeat. For the first few minutes, neither of you said a word. It wasn't until he broke the silence, “Why are you here?” Coriolanis asked. “Gaul found out I helped you, and I was sent to 12 the next day.” You saw his face flash from anger to confusion to worry.

“Your parents don't know the truth, do they?” He asked, making you shake your head “No”. Coriolanus then sighed, “It's nice to know you're here.” His eyes went to yours, to your lips, to your necklace, and then right back to your lips. “No capitol. Dr. Gaul can't control us.” He whispered, leaning towards you. His nose brushed yours, making you stand still. “We’re free, Calanthe, for once.” Coriolanus added.

You had gotten used to being called by that name, but nothing could ever beat the name coming from his lips. You hadn't realized how close he was to your face until his breath hit your lips. Looking up at him, your hands found the back of his head, and then his cheek, before resting on it. He closed his eyes for a second, soaking in the comfort of your touch. “When I was on the train, I almost wanted them to shoot me.” he said, now opening his eyes. “Why, Coryo?” you asked.

“I’d rather go through the games as a tribute than stay away from you.” He whispered, making a tear fall down your face. His hand came to wipe it away with his thumb, but his hand remained on your face. You didn't know when, but the moment changed with a soft gust of wind. Like magnets, your lips found each other in a passionate kiss. Bottled-up emotions come forth to be put into the moment. His hands went down to your waist pulling you to him and holding you there.

You wrapped one arm around his neck and one on his cheek deepening the kiss, making him chuckle. He didn't verbally respond, but he kept kissing you like he would never see you again, and you weren’t complaining. All memories of the games, you being sent to 12 faded away with every second of his kisses. This was all that mattered now.

Coriolanus Snow was here. Dr. Gaul and her meddlesome ways weren't. And right now you were kissing the boy you loved in a field of flowers; what more could you want? If Dr. Gaul wanted you to adapt, you would do as she asked: After you lived a little.

[journal-number-3]

"Felix doesn't remember/care about/celebrate his birthday but makes sure to celebrate Milos each year." Ackerman brothers continue to make me physically ill

[dwaekkicidal]

apologies for all the spam that has happened/will happen today!! im super hyper and i have a lot of energy so im:

[1] working on easing txt into my blog,

[2] catching up on kinktober, AND

catching up on super old asks lol (they will be in drafts until like tomorrow or the day after)

i also just noticed [3] how many notes chris' kinktober got???? so i wanted to comment about that LMAO

this will just be a mash of random crap i wanted to say but i rather not spam so i wont make separate posts for it

1. the most "important" (not really important) thing is the txt stuff!!

im going to start posting txt stuff now!

i will be writing for them soon enough! (maybe by the end of next week i should have 1-2 drabbles posted per member? ...maybe) im still creating/editing the new masterlist and all that before i post what i have written for them :3

that being said, i have some reposted txt fics that im going to post! ill post like 6/7 today to get the tags preset, so apologies if u have my notifs on! and the other ones are queued to be posted throughout the week :3

^they will still be tagged under "#sian's reposts <3" but theres gonna be 6 new repost tags that im gonna use for them!

2. i should be caught up on kinktober by/before wednesday! im aiming for tomorrow if im being honest but i will not promise it if i'm not 100% sure i can do it lol

that being said! i also changed the very end of kinktober a little bit. there were supposed to be 2 mxm posts on the same day but i realized that i was stupid and i physically cant link 2 things at the same time, and changing the post would drive my ocd nuts, so!! im making the ChangSeung post a whole separate thing!

also somebody had asked a few months ago to add Changbin x Seungmin to my masterlist & i never got to it, and i just so happened to plan a post for them for kinktober so i will just post that stuff separately instead!

3. why the fuck did chris' kinktober post get 3k notes? LOL

when i tell you guys i HATED that post.. to the point where i was debating a few hours before i was supposed to post it, if i should scrap it or not and call off kinktober...

its so funny to me that you guys loved it, and its my first ever post to hit 3k notes LMFAO so thank you <3

also felix's got past 1k i believe? u guys r demons i love u

if you made it this far, thank you for coming to my yap sesh

but thats all!! love you guys, make sure youre drinking water <3

[richincolor]

With spring on its way out, I thought it would be fun to do a quick roundup of some contemporary romances. Here are three that are out this month--which ones are on your reading list?

Bite Me, Royce Taslim by Lauren Ho Disney Hyperion

Agnes Chan never expected to be the punchline of her own life . . .

But how else do you explain getting accidentally run over and seeing a lifetime of careful preparation, endless training, and all your hopes of a track scholarship to college destroyed in a split second? Not to mention the only witness to your humiliation being your #1 archnemesis, Royce Taslim.

So, when Agnes finds a new answer to her scholarship predicament in the form of an international stand-up comedy contest for teens, the last person she expects to be up against is also the last person she wants to Royce. Because for years Royce has represented everything Agnes extreme privilege, popularity, and physical perfection (ok maybe she doesn’t hate that part so much).

Behind the scenes, though, Royce’s flawless façade fades away, revealing someone Agnes never expected—someone who shows her that perhaps the best parts of life are the ones you aren’t prepared for—and as the competition heats up, so do things between these two rivals. But will the pressure to win be too much for them to handle—or will Agnes (and Royce) get the last laugh?

Queerceañera by Alex Crespo HarperTeen

Joaquin Zoido is out and proud of it. And while he knew his dad and sister, Carmen, would be super supportive, he wasn’t quite ready for them to surprise him with a queerceañera, a coming out party to celebrate him. Between all the talks of tastings and venues, and the chirping of his family’s RSVP texts, the question of who will be his chambelán is on everyone’s minds.

What Joaquin is decidedly trying to not think about is whether his mom is going attend or if she’s finally replaced him with her favorite godson, Felix—the boy who made Joaquin realize he was gay and who was his first kiss. But when an impromptu lie snowballs into a full-fledged family-group-chat rumor, every Zoido from Texas to Mexico starts believing that Felix is not only Joaquin’s chambelán but also his brand-new boyfriend.

To avoid the pity and sympathies of an ill-timed breakup, Joaquin and Felix strike a deal—they’ll stay fake boyfriends until the party. Yet, as the day draws nearer and old feelings spark anew, Joaquin will have to decide whether a picture-perfect queerceañera with a fake boyfriend is worth giving up the chance of something real.

True Love and Other Impossible Odds by Christina Li Quill Tree Books

College freshman Grace Tang never meant to rewrite the rules of love. She came to college to move on from a grief-stricken senior year and to start anew. So she follows a predictable Attend class, study, go home and visit her dad every weekend. She doesn’t leave any room in her life for outliers or anomalies.

Then, Grace comes up with an algorithm for her statistics class to pair students with their perfect romantic partners. Though some people are skeptical, like Julia, Grace’s prickly coworker, Grace is confident that her program will take all the drama out of relationships. That’s why she keeps trying to make things work with her match, a guy named Jamie. But as the semester goes on and she grows closer to Julia, Grace starts to question who she’s really attracted to.

In award-winning author Christina Li’s YA debut, Grace will have to make a choice between the tidy equations she knows will protect her from heartbreak or the possibility that true love doesn’t follow any formula.

[shiftingtomydrs]

MLB DR

Alright so same as with some other drs my personal stuff like name and everything is the same soo wont go into that a lot tbh

then backstory, i originally wanted to be like an exchange student in france but then like i cant very well be ladybug if im only there for a year so i switched it to i move to france for some reason i dont know yet and i live there with my aunt or smth bcs she lives near paris yk? then basically i just kinda take marinettes place but not completely, like shes still there and stuff but im there too yk? my love interest is adrien and marinette will get together (and stay together) with luca cos theyre cute and im not sure yet if i should script her crush on adrien out or just say it disappears at some point

changes in plot: i dont like anything after season 2, dont ask me why, i just dont like it idk why either, so im gonna script seasons 3-5 out with some exceptions (e.g. i kinda really like cat blanc so i might leave that in with some other stuff but the whole shadow moth and all that shit no) also lila isnt the next supervillain shes just a regular mean girl cos it doesnt make any frickin sense that a 15 year old is able to manipulate every single person she meets. like shell still be able to lie and manipulate people her age but not adults cos thats just stupid imo. Also i havent even watched season 5 yet so im going off spoilers i saw for the next part: none of the miraculous will have permanent holders except ladybug and chat noir (aka me and adrien) cos i like to be special :) also i wont be guardian of the miraculous until much later like college or smth cos thats a ton of pressure and it went sideways for marinette so i dont want it going sideways for me. oh and a big one: ill be taking the whole sentimonster plot out cos i hate it and i think ive never hated a plot as much as that one. like sentimonsters can exist okay but felix and adrien and kagami etc arent one. cos just no. oh and ofc i wont know adrien is chat noir haha

now a bit more about myself: idk yet if i just wanna kinda steal marinettes interests and do the whole design thing cos i am a sucker for parallels and the parallel of adriens parents and adrinette is there but then again why would i wanna be like gabriel? so i might just do what i do in 90% of my drs and be a songwriter (well ill be that anyway question is do i add the designing part on top or not?), otherwise i like baking, ill do figure skating or gymnastics or ballet prolly like all the things i wanna do here but cant for this or that reason. my nationality will be german prolly cos i like having the german passport and also i dont think i need a visa for france cos its in the eu. i wont really script much more about like me and adrien except that we end up together but in my head its kinda similar to the adrien and marinette situation cos im a sucker for slowburn and idk it just fits i think also with my issues with trusting people have good intentions and not just spend time with me bcs of a bet or shit like that.

Physical looks, i might change my hair color cos idk i think itll fit and yeah but ill still have my eye color and height and stuff just be a bit fitter cos with my endurance theres no way ill be able to be a superhero (ik theres magic and shit but still)

im not sure yet if i should leave the dr as a cartoon or do it like this reality (leaning towards this reality bcs i think cartoon would freak me out a bit for my first shift and id overcomplicate it) or maybe ill just do two drs, one cartoon and one not.

anyway, if you have any questions, id love to talk more about this dr so pls ask them <3

@ningsols here it is :)

[soldiertransgender]

Every time I get really fucking weird about a character late at night, I compare it to the "felix freeman making me genuinely physically ill" incident

[ceebit]

BOYFRIEND ( OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT .. ), TEASER ﹕ wc 800~ genre fluff content minho being a little shit™️. little shit shenanigans ensue <3

the gleam in minho’s eye is nearly childish, accepting the transaction with a terrible accent in his opinion, his sickeningly sweet thank you grating against his ears. han sighs, brows furrowed in disbelief as he sinks back into his chair. his pride is beyond wounded. his soul is crushed, his spirit beaten and battered to a hopeless pulp, and he doesn’t know when he’ll ever smile again. truly this was the absolute worst way to end a long day of grueling classes, most of it being material he’s sure he’ll never even use on a day-to-day basis. like exponents and finding x on a triangle.

“look on the bright side!” felix pipes up on his left, hair newly dyed blond falling over his face as he leans over. “now you’ve learned that betting on speed dating is a terrible idea and you now know not to do it again!” han starts to whine, especially when seungmin agrees with a muttered it kind of was an easy cash grab. hello, his dignity is still kind of present, ouch.

“let’s all agree that betting on romance isn’t ideal.” chan places his hands out to appease him, smiling apologetically on behalf of the second eldest considering what to buy with his new assets to changbin in a stage whisper. “yeah? agreed?”

a chorus of agreement rings out and han sulks into his sandwich.

it’s not like his luck was that terrible—he, too, loved to gloat when miss fortune smiled down on him and granted him a win once every full moon. it just seemed that she favored everyone else but him, and he was at his wits end with losing nearly all the time. if she wouldn’t have mercy on him, then please forgive his wallet. his heart physically aches when he checks his account, and he swears he saw a fly buzz out of his wallet once.

but because minho was, well, minho, he kept his mouth shut, gaze flitting between his food and something behind his head. once could be classified as a coincidence, but multiple times during different conversations was enough to stoke the wounded part of him.

“what are you looking at?” he huffs, mouth full of lettuce and meat. it’s not the best picture of (purposely ill-mannered) confusion, and hyunjin’s face turns up in disgust out of the corner of his eye. “i know i’m good looking, but you know staring makes me uncomfortable.

minho doesn’t react to his jab, instead choosing to look over his head again, so he grumbles and turns to look as well, half annoyed and fully disgruntled. all he sees are other students peacefully enjoying lunch or studying, essentially doing nothing worth his friend’s excessive glancing.

“two tables down to the left,” he finally speaks. poking at his rice, his gaze slides over the chan—rude—who looks mildly interested in whatever antics he’s up to despite issuing a light warning. “i think they’re new. never seen that face before.”

the whole table collectively turns to look, causing a commotion that ends with hyunjin leaning out of his chair a little too much for comfort and changbin loudly chiding him for it, but minho’s target is eventually spotted. head bent over an obscenely large textbook, brow furrowed in concentration, and altogether the perfect picture of what his high school teachers said college would look like. he starts to feel bad, because the more he looks at them, the more he starts to think his earlier impression of concentration is actually stress, and stress is not good. stress is the fucking worst.

“oh, they’re in one of my core classes! real smart and kinda quiet. not really the talking type.” chan shrugs, “as is everyone at first. but they were super helpful during group discussions after warming up to everyone.”

chan also says something else, but it quickly becomes background noise or something because he’s tunnel visioned and can only see you. suddenly there are manga-esque flower petals floating in the wind, the chatter and bustle of the lunch hall has blurred around you, and leehi’s ‘only’ plays softly in the air. han’s eyes widen, and it’s then does he remember his compromising state, quick to turn around with his mouth still full.

half eaten lettuce falls onto his plate. hyunjin audibly gags, but he’s the least of his concerns right now.

love at first sight is entirely plausible—just only in his romance animes and the romcoms his artistic friend likes to watch so much. falling in love with a stranger based on attraction was selfish and incredibly fake! but it doesn’t stop him from turning to take a peek again, which unfortunately doesn’t go unnoticed.

minho utters two words, a shit-eating grin bordering cheshire-like ever so present, and the entire table descends into chaos once more.

[wooahaes]

skz versions PLEASE

while im waiting for pasta sauce to thicken up a lil...

my immediate thought for 'older brothers best friend' is aussie bros being actual (adopted) aussie bros. reader is chris's best friend and felix is in love with them but has 0 idea how to talk abt it. where like... the seokmin-chan dynamic was "i'm worried abt how seokmin will respond :(", the chris-felix dynamic is "chris can never find out because he has so much dirt on me and i'll never live"

i like the idea that reader n chris meet in high school and just click together rly well lol and felix starts crushing on them after reader shows up to a swim meet a few years later while felix is a freshman. reader's cheering on chris and felix because they wanna be supportive and reader hugs felix afterward and he's like omg (flustered). he doesn't act on it for a while because he thinks the crush will go away, esp after reader goes abroad for school, and then they come back and felix's crush comes back in full force. all of his friends (the rest of the 00z + jeongin) know the lore by now and have been sworn to silence. there's just some sort of rekindling of things, both have matured a bit, and its kind of a "im getting to know you again and oops we're falling in love" while reader and felix scramble to keep their relationship hidden from chris (bc reader, like felix, also knows how much dirt chris has on them. neither part of this relationship will get to live with chris around)

i like to imagine that eventually it leads to a big fight because i live for the drama in fiction lol where chris finds out and he's hurt because two of the people he loves most have been hiding this from him and he feels horrible because why wouldnt they trust him??? reader calls things off with felix because they feel guilty for hurting him, felix is upset and feels guilty for hurting chris as well, and the three start to avoid one another fully after the fallout. it 100% takes the rest of their friends to trick them all into the same room and being like 'ok work this shit out because ur depressing us.' they work things out, probs w chris admitting he never wanted them to hide their relationship and he def didn't want them to break up as a result, he just wishes they had talked to him, etc. and they work things out and happy ever after :)

sorry u can tell i was thinking abt this while i was cooking sdkfhdsf

fake dating but the guy needs it instead of the reader... hmm..... god, who is the funniest option for fake dating.... my heart says seungmin if im honest because like. he feels like the type who's like "i would never get myself into that situation"

and then he turns around to reader and hes like "i need you to pretend to date me. don't ask questions." and reader (his friend and coworker) is like. uh. my guy, i kind of have to ask questions rn. and seungmin starts telling this long story about how he saw his ex out in public and they're dating someone new and they were kind of a shitty person when they dated and turns out they're still shitty bc they saw the chance to put seungmin down because ohh ur not dating anyone? of course ur not :) and hes like ACTUALLY I AM (pulls up picture of him and reader when they were hanging out) they're hotter than you :) and now he's invited to some party that he knows his ex will be at and he needs reader to go with him. readers like whats in it for me tho other than showing up ur bitchy ex. and seungmins like idk ill cover one of ur shifts.

thats not enough and he ends up promising to take u out for whatever food afterward and covering one of ur shifts as soon as u need it (barring him having any personal emergencies/being physically unable to cover it). reader is 100% the one who kisses seungmin's cheek while at the party...

and probably also the one who yanks seungmin in to make out with him in a bedroom when they hear seungmin's ex wandering around for him. they absolutely pull away and are fine right after its all over. the two probs keep up the fake dating for a while w the PDA becoming more and more common until seungmin just looks up one day and hes like

holy fuck. we're just like... actually dating now arent we.

they r idiots together <3 mwah mwah

[evostar]

Some ideas I had for La Madre Silenciosa

Dolores heard everything from gossip, to cheaters, and abusers. 

She’s always heard abusers whether they were an abusive sibling, spouse, or parent.

 Dolores would cry herself to sleep knowing there were so many people in Encanto who needed help but Alma nor any adult would listen. Mirabel was the last straw, she heard Mirabel crying alone in her room one night a few weeks after her ceremony. She was crying every night, but Dolores didn’t know what to do.

After some long consideration, Dolores took it upon herself to start caring for Mirabel. Pepa was sometimes too tired to play with Camilo so Dolores would take it upon herself to care for him too. Felix had a little more energy so he could watch him from time to time. But it still wasn't often.

So, Dolores started caring for her two kids at precisely 12 years old. It wasn’t hard, Tía Julieta and Tio Agustín were too busy/tired and same for her parents. Alma did take notice and would be a little confused by how much Mirabel spent time with Dolores but never said anything.

When out in public Mirabel would stick close to Camilo, “She’s helping me with my show/ she’s helping me make people laugh” he would say if anyone even TRIED to open their mouth.  

Also, if anyone tries to verbally or physically hurt Mirabel, he has to help her in some way. Dolores told him that he is Mirabel’s older primano and that he has to look after her if she isn’t around. Yeah, he would get in trouble, but he didn’t care, as long as Mira was ok, he was happy.

By the time Antonio came along she was seventeen, and of course, she took him in.

Now when it comes to hiding abused people/kids I'm not sure how it would work. I think at first, Dolores asked Casita to make her room a little bigger and took people in over time.

The ages of people she takes care of range from 5-20+. These are just some ideas, you can tweak them of course.

I’m so happy to have this au! It seems so interesting and adorable🥹 (well half-)

I was thinking that Dolores kinda grew up to be a takecarer of the Encanto children who most likely either get treated bad by their parents or guardian. She’s either a big sister or a mother to a lot of the children, most of the children she has basically grew up with her and they eventually started to call her mother or big sister, most of the older children often help her take care of the others as if like a family, including camilo, Mirabel and Antonio! Camilo and mirabel kind of became a Tia or Tio too in the process.

And if there were any abuse to poeple who are way older then her, she made sure to report them to the police. She did try to do the same with the children but often got rejected because they thought she was just lying or ruining peoples lives so she stopped trying with the children.

The other family members had some suspicions about some stuff but rather brush it off. Isabela and Luisa are always watching though.

I also like to think that when Dolores was 18 she got together with Mariano! Who has also become a big part of the little (rather big) family! He’s like a father figure to most of them, many call him “papa” or “big brother” too! But their favorite word to call him is “gentle giant” all of them knew though that everyone’s favorite was Dolores.

Now I think that casita would have made an extra apartment like room for the little family, it’s somewhere in Dolores room (where it’s most likely hidden) and that casita often helps them take care of the family, such as providing food, making sure they are all comfortable or not left out, and definitely that none of the little ones escape into the house. They love to call casita “Tia casita” or “Tita” for short. There is door in the backyard that also leads into the room so it’s often easier to acces too! (Which ofc, is also hidden!)

Dolores loves to take care of these people, and if she ever felt ill or bad, they always made sure to check on her too :D!

(Little art 🩵👌)

(These two are siblings who’s parents got arrested for drug addiction and abuse, mostly the drug addiction but they are newly members to the family who adapted it quiet quickly)

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oooo! i wanna know your theories now - gfrj mod C

oh my god okay im Not That Smart though so im probs gnna be SO off uhhh lemme put a cut rq

this isnt a theory moreso analysis. mod marcy makes me ILL. "i wasnt good enough as a bard" & then dies as BARD OF HEART. destroying the soul of the session & then everyone starts dropping like flies becuase THEY ALL SLOWLY LOSE IT. im normal. im ill. im soooooo normal & ill abt this how they cld only fulfill their sburb assigned role after death AFTER . THINKING THEY WERENT GOOD ENOUGH HELLO IM SSOOOOO ILL.

okay now actual theories. i think its super interesint felix is a space player yet they talk. a LOT abt time. like. a lot a lot. ? whats up w that. also i STILL have no clue abt why they switched 2 the whole stagehand thing. v bizarre. v curious. i thiiink it has 2 do w the fucked up creature but after that im lost. horrorterrors??? fuck if i know.

anyways YEAHHH I WAS RIGHT ABT THE SCRATCHING. i KNEW it. im soooo curious 2 see the dancestors(? its not the right term but i dont even have a collective name 4 the original so,,,,) esp bc i rmmbr walten/stagehand mentioning beforus as a way 2 suggest the scrtach. also stagehand mentions "the new cast" & "the next play." so i wld imagine were getting beforan versions of the original cast so YEAHHHHHHHHH RGAGHHHHH IM SO NORMAL. RUAHGHGHH

sad as hell 2 see the better luck next time. god. im so normal. i kinda hope the original cast comes back but ik there isnt much luck of that happening. a fan can dream tho. :C

super interesting that stagehand says walten "exited stage left//" but theres no [JUST] sprite. so walten MIGHT not be dead. & i know that doesnt have 2 do w the scratch physics cuase lamb goes heroic like right after.

im still super curious 2 see what the fuck is possessing(???? stagehand didnt make a unique intro + js edited felix' + felix left when stagehand showed up + stagehand has space powers so i thiiiink its possession. smth along those lines @ least.) felix bc theyre clearly still alive. im super curious 2 know if itll ever leave & felix will have 2 deal with. uh. the Consequences of the first session.

what the Fuck was the thing in the sky bandit bandit what was that.

also WHAT HAPPENED 2 BANDIT. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HELLO. WAS THAT THE SCRATCH??? i doubt it cuase the scratch construct shows up LATER. so. ? whats up w that one.

again. what is UP with stagehand/felix & walten they clearly have something similar especially since SUPER SEUPER early psots like the FIRST walten posts are mixed w felix. its bizarre i cant make heads or tails of it str8 up but im presuming thats getting answered in the next sesh. please tell me if it was said in the 1st one & i missed it.

anyways thats it idk how much or if any of it is accurate. @ all. i havent been keeping up w the middle parts of the blog super closely so i might need 2 go thru the archive. idk how relevant most of itll be 2 the bef session tho but im gnna try 2 read more of it b4 stagehand finishes the new play & caste.

[grayskies2525]

The Reluctant Reunion |M/M| Chapter 11/13

Word Count: 3,965

The day Connor left didn’t entirely come without precedent. Connor had become distant at the time, and especially withdrawn in the week leading up to it. Felix had noticed Connor was skipping meals, sleeping less, and becoming disengaged in their conversations. Felix, initially, thought he was coming down with something, but it quickly became clear there was something deeply wrong. So, Felix had been suspecting something, but he hadn’t been prepared for how abruptly everything would change. As Felix lay in bed now, he thinks about how utterly foolish he’d been to not have expected it. Afterward, he’d think back and realize a lot of Connor’s things had slowly been disappearing from Felix’s apartment, as though Connor had long been in preparation for the day. But Felix had complete trust in Connor and their relationship, and despite Connor’s hesitancy to move in with him, hadn’t doubted the strength of the love they had for each other. If he had considered the possibility of their love coming to an end, he would’ve imagined it being a gradual thing, like a favorite shirt slowly making its way to the back of the closet until it’s worn and blending into the surroundings. He would’ve thought there’d be conversations and attempts at trying to rekindle the fading spark. Instead, it shattered in a single five-minute conversation. 

_____

They had coffee at Felix’s favorite place. Felix knew Connor was building toward something. It was in the way his gaze seemed to dart everywhere except at Felix and in the way he nervously tapped his thigh. 

“Hey, babe, your coffee must be getting super cold at this point. I mean, you do know you're supposed to drink from it — not stare at it morosely,” Felix teased, though it was feeling increasingly difficult to continue acting as though everything was completely fine.

Connor didn’t even look up, gaze solidly cast on the cup. 

Felix felt his stomach sinking. What could be so bad?

“Um,” Felix started, trying and failing to keep the shakiness out of his voice. “Connor… You’re not, like, sick with a terminal illness or something are you? Because you really need to just tell me if you are.”

Connor finally looked up, his sad eyes finally reaching Felix. “No. It’s… it’s nothing like that,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’m — fuck, this is much harder than I’d imagined it to be, and I hadn’t thought it’d be easy. Felix,” he starts, voice slightly steadier. “I got a new job. In New York.”

Felix looked at him, absently shaking his head at the words. “New York?” he managed to finally say.

Connor winced at the words, as though hearing the words spoken back pained him.  “Yeah, uh, my cousin, Brad, he works at this publishing house there. He put in a word for me…and, well, long story short, I did an interview over Zoom and was offered an editing position. It’d be a much more steady stream of income than I have now. And it’d give me the chance to make connections with the right people to get my books out there a little more, you know?”

Felix stared at him, feeling thoughts toppling over each other in his head. This is a good thing, right? But, then, why does he look so sad? He applied for a job and interviewed for it all without telling you? Why are we just now having a conversation about this? We could have celebrated this! But, his expression….What the fuck?

As the ground crumbled beneath him at the realization of what was happening, Felix met Connor’s gaze. “Connor, you know… You know I’d come with you, right?” he finally asked. 

The expression  on Connor’s face is what had made it all suddenly start feeling real.  “Yes, Felix. I know you would,” he said, the words hitting Felix harder than a physical blow ever could.

Of course he knew. Felix had been ready to move in with Connor six months after dating, but Connor was never willing to commit. 

“But, you’re not… You’re not going to ask me to come with you, are you?” Felix asked, already knowing the answer.

A multitude of expressions coursed across Connor’s face, but the answer was clear even before he spoke. “No, Felix, I’m not. I couldn’t ask you to do that. Not when….” Connor trailed off, averting his gaze from Felix.

Felix started to feel anger bubble up beneath the hurt and shock at the situation. “Not when what? Not when you don’t love me? Is that… Is that what you’re saying? Because that’s the only reason I can think of for why you wouldn’t even ask me,” he says, trying to quiet down his voice, feeling stupid for having agreed to meet Connor in a public place.

“Felix… Fuck. Of course I love you. God, my chest fucking aches with the love I have for you. But to have you upend your entire life to come with me to a city you’d undoubtedly hate… To ask you to give up something for me…. I don’t love you enough for that, no,” Connor said, the resolve clear in his voice.

 Felix glared at him as he felt anger building. “No, no. You do not get to do that. You don’t get to act like you’re making the choice to leave me behind —  because that’s what you’d be doing —  for my benefit, somehow. I am an adult, Connor. If I want to make the decision to move to a different city because the person I love has a great opportunity there, then that’s my decision to make. I’m not going to sit here and let you hide behind that ridiculous self-righteous excuse like you’re… like you’re some kind of fucking martyr. I’m telling you right now, I’m more than willing to go with you. I love you and I want to go with you. So, if you’re leaving without me, I need you to be straight up about it,” he said, making sure his words came out measured and steady even though his throat was thundering in his chest. “It should be simple, Connor. I’m ecstatic you have this chance. I’m not asking you to give that up. I’m asking you if you love me. It’s literally that simple.”

“Felix, it’s not…. You’ve only had a single minute to even consider what I’m saying. You can’t be sure you’re ready to make that kind of decision.”

“Connor,” Felix stated firmly, refusing to break his gaze. “I am sure, more sure than I’ve ever been of anything, that I love you enough to go anywhere with you. I’m a high school biology teacher; I can get a job I love anywhere I’m at. My parents… Ben… I can still call them every day. There’s nothing tying me here,” Felix said, desperation laced throughout each word. “So, all of this is up to you. I’ll ask again. Do you love me?” Felix asked, his stomach already feeling sick at the answer he knew was coming.

Connor’s eyes glistened as he looked at Felix. “ I love you Felix, but I don’t love you enough. Not enough to — just not enough, no. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Felix.” He opened up his mouth, appearing to want to say more, but quickly closed it. His expression hardened into one that spoke of walls being built, walls meant to keep Felix out.

Overcome with nausea, Felix stood up, scooting in his chair. “Okay, then…. That’s that. Um, you’ve clearly thought a lot about this and have already made your decision. So, yeah, go off and enjoy your life, I guess….” he said, feeling all kinds of bitter sentiments piling up inside him trying to spill out. But instead, he turned, looking one last time at Connor. “I really do wish you the best, you know? Just… good luck, okay?” He said, and really had intended to leave it at that, but some of the bitterness did float back up to the surface. “But also, like, what the hell, Connor? You couldn’t have told me you’d been feeling this way before? I mean, who does this?”

But Connor’s expression remained guarded, his defenses unyielding.

So, Felix shook his head, turned away, and left.

Felix had spent night after night awake after that, thinking Connor would surely reevaluate his feelings — that he’d realize the way Felix did that the love between them was real and something rare to be treasured and held onto — that it was enough. But those words at the coffee shop were the last he said to Felix. 

Until two days ago, a year later, at their chance meeting at the bookstore. _____

The reverie Felix is lost in fades as he sneezes onto the back of his wrist.

“Hep-t’shhooo!”

He appreciates that the sneezes are feeling lighter and less overwhelming, though he’s still reluctant to attempt stifling them — at least when he’s in bed alone and doesn’t feel pressured to. But while they’re lighter, they’re coming frequently, every couple of minutes.

It’s now after 9 o’clock in the evening and true to his word, Connor has mostly left him alone, except to come in to make sure he was eating and that his temperature wasn’t too high. After eating scrambled eggs and toast, he feels like he has a bit more of his strength back, so he decides to finally attempt a shower. But first, he digs into one of Connor’s dresser drawers to find something to change into.The hoodie and pajama bottoms he’s currently borrowing from Connor are well past needing washed — the hoodie’s sleeves being yet another victim of Connor’s awful flu, and the pajama pants having been soaked through with sweat multiple times. Searching through Connor’s drawers brings an odd nostalgia as he remembers doing the same thing many times in the past when he wanted to get cozy. After finding an acceptable set of sweatpants and an old long sleeved “support your local library” tee — both of which are much too big for Felix’s slight frame — he ventures into the bathroom to take a shower.

After the shower and getting dressed, Felix sits on the toilet seat, with his eyes closed for a moment. He’d been fine in the shower, but it seemed to wipe out all of his energy reserves. But he deems it worth it because now he smells like an actual human being again. The problem now, though, is that he doesn’t want to have to get back in the smelly, sweat-soaked bed. 

So, he does the sensible thing and decides to change the sheets himself. He figures he can find Connor’s spare set and get the gross ones in the wash. However, after dragging the comforter, sheets, and blanket off the bed, his body starts vehemently protesting. 

“Heh-t’shhhoooo! Hnkg’tchooo! Hnkk’tchooooooo! Hnkkkk’tchoooooo!”

He uses his fresh new sleeves to catch the dripping, spraying sneezes. He groans at the new mess they leave behind.

“HEEEHH-P’TCHOOOOOO!”

After several more, wet, spraying sneezes, Connor comes in as Felix sits cross-legged with the sheets and comforter laying in an entangled heap on Felix’s legs. 

“Uh, hey, what exactly is going on here?” Connor asks, a quirk to his lips.

“I’m - hehhhhh - I’m sneezing heh’tchooooo! Et’chooooo! T’chooooo! Chooo! Chooo! Chooo! Ugh! Chhooo! Because that’s apparently - heh? Apparently a thing I do in over-abundance nowadays hehhhh-t’choooooo! I miss - heeehhhhh heh? I miss the days when I could breathe without sneezing, oh my god t’choooo!” 

Connor hands Felix several tissues and Felix blows into them long and slow, wincing at the friction of the tissues and the moisture seeping out over the already peeling cracks of his skin. 

“Well, the sneezing isn’t permanent, I’m sure,” he says, smiling gently offering a hand that Felix takes, finally standing up off the floor. “Are you feeling any better? I heard the shower going.” Connor asks.

Felix looks up at Connor and nods. “Yeah, I don’t feel feverish anymore. Just achy and tired and HEH’tchuuuhhh! Ugh, and sneezy,” he says, wiping his nose with another tissue. “The shower helped too,” he adds.

For the first time since this whole flu from hell fiasco began, Felix sees a genuine smile from Connor — not one of his gentle, reserved smiles — but one of the bright, shining ones that make Felix want to do whatever it takes to see that same smile every day. 

“I’m glad. You definitely look better. But, uh, I have to ask. What were you doing on the floor?”

So Felix explains his very magnanimous intentions of washing Connor’s sheets for him, which provokes a laugh out of him instead of the expression of gratitude he’d been hoping for. 

“Listen, I’ll wash the sheets. But, I don’t have a spare set at the moment. A lot of my stuff is still packed up in boxes shoved inside my closet,” Connor explains. “You can just chill on the couch until they’re ready.” 

Felix weakly nods his head and makes his way to the couch. He sees a gray and white throw blanket thrown over the back of the couch. He remembers it from using it during his and Connor’s movie nights. He picks it up and wraps it around himself. He settles onto the couch, reclining the seat back, keeping the box of tissues settled on his lap. His gaze travels to the TV that’s playing some random movie from Netflix.

 Felix had been lightly dozing when Connor’s voice startles him.

“Roads are apparently better. So, we can probably get you home tonight, if you want,” Connor says.

Felix rubs his eyes. “Oh,” he states, not able to quite process the words. 

“But, my personal opinion is that if you’re okay with it, you should stay another night. I’d like to make sure your temperature doesn’t spike again. And the main roads may be fine, but there’s some roads on the way to your house I don’t feel comfortable risking unless you feel strongly about leaving,” he continues.

“That’s fine, I guess,” Felix mumbles, as his brain catches up to the situation. He stretches, then sighs. Then sneezes.

“Heh-t’chooo!” 

The sneeze is sudden, short, and spraying. In his post-doze haze, he hadn’t been prepared, so it came out uncovered, straight into the air.

“Ugh, Connor, I’m so sick,” Felix whines in a way he’s most certainly not proud of.

Connor has a seat on the other end of the couch. “You know, I had noticed that,” he says, a trace of laughter behind his words. “But I’m glad to hear you complaining. That’s probably a good sign, honestly. You seem a lot more coherent than you have been. I knew a day of rest would do you some good.”

Felix sniffles and wraps his blanket tighter around himself. “Yeah, still miserable though. I feel so gross. Even with the shower. My whole face just keeps leaking,” he says with a swipe of his eyes to emphasize his point. 

“It definitely looks like a horrendous illness to have,” Connor says. 

“Hmmm, yeah,” Felix says, lazily. “I really hate to say this, but you’ll probably experience it first-hand, yourself, soon. I mean, I think it’s super inevitable at this point,” he adds.

“What, you mean with how you’ve been sneezing on me with every chance you get?” Connor asks, but he sounds more amused than annoyed.

Felix feels shame pinken his cheeks. “Yeah…. I really hope you know I haven’t been doing that on purpose. My nose has been so tickly and itchy just, like, all throughout my sinuses. It’s like there’s a feather up there constantly, so when it is time to sneeze, I can’t tell the difference, so they’re just exploding out of me. Everywhere,” he says looking away, feeling embarrassed.

“Felix, I know you’re not doing it on purpose. I remember your normal sneezes. They were literally the opposite of how you’re sneezing now, so I figured this must be an especially brutal sickness to get your nose acting up like that. But, really, don’t worry about it. I never get sick.”

Felix narrows his eyes. “Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot. Just how you’re not allergic to cats,” he can’t resist teasing.

“Okay, that’s… that’s fair, I suppose. But that’s different. Colds and flus just aren’t interested in infecting me, I don’t know what to tell you,” he says, looking smug.

Felix laughs and rolls his eyes, but finds his smile fading away as he thinks about how easy all this is — how easy it is to sit on Connor’s couch while wearing Connor’s sweatpants and T-shirt while he’s wrapped up in his old favorite throw blanket. He thinks about how in the past two days all the careful boundaries he’d placed in his mind have been completely torn to pieces. In the last year, Felix placed a ban on all Connor-related thoughts —  it was easier that way. Of course, it wasn’t especially effective when every spot in town seemed to hold some kind of Connor-centric memory. But he tried. And he’s been mostly okay. He knows Ben would say differently, but he also knows Ben is as dramatic as they come. Felix, himself, thinks he’s been holding up pretty well considering how the person he’d imagined spending forever with dumped him like —  as Ben would put it —  a bag of carrots in the span of a few minutes. As though all they’d built and worked toward together was nothing more than a meager, inconsequential sand castle that could easily be washed away in seconds and forgotten.

But, now, here they are again, sitting together on Connor’s couch, as though nothing ever changed.

He breaks free from his troubling thoughts and looks to find Connor frowning at him. “You all right?” Connor asks, brows knitted. “Your fever’s not coming back is it?” Felix shakes his head and opens his mouth to say something, but isn’t sure what it’s going to be. 

“Why did you have to pick my favorite coffee shop?” Felix hears himself asking, then internally groans at the absurdity that of all the things he could ask, that’s the first thing out of his mouth.

Connor, understandably, tilts his head and looks incredibly confused. 

“I just — I mean, when you dumped me. Out of all the places, you pick Bitter Grounds.” Felix says, emphatically, then pauses. “Which, you know, now that I’m saying it out loud, is a hell of an ironic name for a place to be dumped.”

Connor’s rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I wouldn’t say I dumped you. We weren’t teenagers at prom.”

Felix glares, but probably ruins the effect by giving a liquidy sniffle and a rub of his nose. “Connor, trust me. What you did was dump me. As the dumpee, I can say I was well and truly dumped. Like, a stupid, freaking apple core being dumped into the garbage. Like, I was nothing. You literally were, were l–l-like heh’tchooooo!” Felix stops to wipe his nose with a tissue. “Ignore that,” he says, fiercely, tissue still covering his nose, not wanting this conversation he’s been waiting a year to have to be deterred by sneezes. “You were all ‘Sorry Felix, but I’m going to New York. Nope, you can’t go with me, I don’t love you enough, blah blah blah, bye! Heh-t’chooooo! And that was, like, the end of the entire conversation, Connor,” he says, his voice ridiculously congested sounding, his n’s and m’s entirely lost to his sickness. 

Connor is wincing, but Felix isn’t sure if it’s at the words Felix is saying or the increasingly gross display he’s beginning to make of himself as he blows his nose. “Okay, if – if that’s what it felt like for you, then, okay. I’m not going to tell you your feelings are wrong. But, um, I decided to have the conversation with you there because it… it made sense, at the time. I didn’t want to have it at your apartment, you know? I didn’t want to taint your home with that memory. But, on second thought, I can see how doing it at your favorite coffee shop was, uh, perhaps a bad idea. I should’ve picked Starbucks, I guess,” he says, with a weak smile. “But, listen… Are you sure you’re ready to have this conversation? You seem somewhat … preoccupied.” 

Felix looks up through watery eyes from where he’s vigorously rubbing his nose in attempts to coax out a sneeze. “Yes, I am more than ready to have the conversation. I don’t have a fever. Just a runny nose and some snee-hehhh? Sneeeeee-hehhhh??”

Felix remembers Connor’s trick from earlier when he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Felix eagerly takes his own finger and trails it along his nose, just as Connor did. 

But nothing happens. 

He throws back his head and groans. “Connor, we’re not d-d-d-done with this conversation, but I need your h-h-h-elp. Do what you did earlier. HeeeHHH! With your finger.”

Connor doesn’t look exactly excited at the prospect. “Um, are you sure you can’t do it yourself? I don’t really want to, you know, be in the splash zone, so to speak.”

Felix shakes his head and scrunches up his nose. “N-n-n-no. I think it’s like heh! I think it’s like the way tickling works. Like, you heehhhh HEH! Ugh! Like, it doesn’t work if you do it yourself. And besides I’ve sneezed on you already, and apparently, you ‘don’t get sick’ so just stop being a baby and help me heeehhhhhhhhh heeehhh? HEHH!” 

Connor lets out a sigh as though he’s being heavily put out by this request. “You know, somehow I’d forgotten how bossy you can be.” But he still moves over to Felix and trails the tip of his fingernail lightly along the bridge of Felix’s nose. 

“Oh my god, yes. K-k-keep going. Heeeeh! HEHHH-T’CHOOOOOOO! HEHH-t’CHOOOOOO! Heh-TCHUUUHHHHH! Heh’TCHOOO! CHOOOOOO! CHOOOO! Choo! Choo! Choo! Choo! Choo” Felix gasps and shakes his head violently. “HEEHHHPP-T’CHOOOOO!"

He finally opens his eyes through an immense amount of tears. In hindsight, he realizes he should have had tissues at the ready, but he was so focused on getting rid of the painfully ticklish sensation in his nose, he hadn’t even considered it. He looks over to Connor, who has a throw pillow covering his face as if using it as a shield, and Felix can’t help but laugh at the image.

“‘Kay, I think I’m done,” he says sheepishly. 

Connor slowly lowers the throw pillow. “Do you, maybe, want a little DayQuil? It might help with that, uh… situation you’ve got going on with your nose.”

Felix considers the offer, but shakes his head. “No, we’re having this conversation now. And I want to be clear-headed. Well… As clear-headed as I can be when my head, quite literally, is stuffed up with snot.”

“Okay, are you absolutely sure you want to have this talk, now? I don’t know if talking about this when you’re vulnerable is the best idea.”

Felix gives a final – or what he very much hopes to be a final – wipe of his nose. “I’m not vulnerable. I am entirely lucid. I’m just wickedly stuffed up. And drippy,” he says with a sniffle. “Somehow at the same time. But, I’m ready, Connor.”

Connor smiles, but he’s obviously nervous. He sighs before standing up. “Okay, well, then, let’s do it. How about I make some hot chocolate? The steam might help with that stuffiness you got going on. And I think I have another box of tissues around here that you look like you’ll be needing too.”

“Sounds good,” Felix says, but his heart is already pounding in his chest.

He sits up taller on the couch, moves his blanket so it’s now only covering his lap, and braces himself.

[natedogx15]

Another idea for the Fanthom AU: Colt’s illness gets worse and worse but he feels that he still hasn’t gotten his revenge since Adrien is still alive and Felix is in a coma, so as a last “fuck you” to Gabriel and the heroes, he uses the Peacock Miraculous to create a sentimonster copy of himself with all of his memories and a perfectly healthy body plus a bunch of superpowers that make him unstoppable in order to eliminate them and get all the miraculous in order to become a physical god.

He then gives to his clone the Miraculous and the amok and lets him kill him in a way that implicates his wife of murder in a last spiteful act towards her.

In reference to these posts; 1 and 2

I love this idea you came up with. It's absolutely amazing and would be so interesting to see.

I also really like this idea for Colt Fathom. I love seeing ideas where the villain dies but continue their legacy by copying their consciousness and memories into something so that can continue their work. And doing it using the Peacock Miraculous is a great idea that's actually giving me other ideas for prompts.

Honestly, I love the concept of an extremely spiteful Colt Fathom doing everything he can to ruin his extended family and just being a bitter old man for something that's his problem. The fact it leads to his death and he's fine with it is crazy.

As for the powers, I can see him trying to duplicate all the Miraculous powers when he makes his Senti-copy. That way, he can further mess with the rest of the cast's lives by using their powers against them. He might even give them the power to shapeshift to further this goal.