#standoffish cold rich boy

[hikiclawd]

sorry for disappearing for a minute i timetraveled back to 2020

[keenzinemugstudent]

bro I was thinking this at work and it's so messed up okay so this is a story that I have made up in my head cuz it was the only thing that was keeping me from raging at one of my coworkers so this is about Miguel and he's a CEO he's like a multi billionaire cold standoffish doesn't play when it comes to work or stands for disrespect and gets the work done I mean the dude a pretty good guy just don't piss him off but he starts getting like annoyed at the fact that Peter yes Peter, Peter b Parker a friend of his even though he is annoying sometimes he asks Miguel if he ever thought about having a family which yes he has he was married once but quickly got divorced from his wife it wasn't working out she cheated on him basically I'll think about that later on in the story okay Miguel does want a family he really does but he doesn't want to be in a romantic relationship so Peter suggested why not just get a surrogate Peter's suggestion of having him hook up with one of his colleagues or coworkers or whatever he doesn't do one night stands anymore he's not a college boy anymore he had spent months trying to find the perfect one but no luck until he meets you.

Than there's you an absolute sweetheart but you are going through some hard times you just broke up with your boyfriend of 3 years than that you're not really doing good with finding a job at the moment you barely have enough money to pay for rent and for food but you're trying to keep up an upbeat attitude you work part time at a pastry store you love baking cupcakes and cakes anything mostly cuz it reminds you of the time you used to bake with your mother and your father who had a sadly passed away and you had to live with your Uncle your father's brother and his family you are now an adult but you're still having a hard time making a living, your friends with the Morales family you're basically like an aunt to Miles and the other kids (you know the spider kids) you meet Miguel at the hospital because you had a doctor appointment and he was there to see his mother than you meet him again at the pastry store is it fate?

He gets Lyla his assistant to look into your background that's when he decided that he wanted you to be his surrogate he finds out where you live basically tells you his offer you of course freak out because why would a wealthy man want you to be his surrogate??? He offers to pay you a lot of money and time to think it over to move you into a new house or apartment (or live with him if course 🤭👀😳) like I said the mf is rich he gives you like 2 weeks to think about it dum dum dummmmm and that's all I can think of right now 😭my memory has been really foggy lately 💀but the shit was drama, angst, fluff, smut if y'all have like any input PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO SAY SOMETHING!!!

[jovianwishes]

Here I give you all the aph Ned timeline:

Early medieval (~300 to ~1000): sopping wet cat. Little boy that gets passed around between Dutch kingdoms till Holland seizes him

Late Medieval (~1000 to 1500): small kid gets his first growthspurt. Riddled with anxiety and obedient to Holland, does his best to fit into the "rich connected trader" role that Holland wants him to be in.

Renaissance(1500-1600): growthspurt continues. Has fully molded into the role Holland wanted him to be. Has an on and off situationship with Portugal. Gets into his close companionship with Venice who teaches him about love, life, and commerce. Has beef with Spain, but only at the end of the century.

Golden age (1600-1700): oversized kid unsure about the future turns into a vain, mentally ill merchant with a thirst for blood and gold. Menace to society. Runs on 2 hours sleep. Can be nice and charming on his terms. Constantly political distress. Unhealthily obsessed with Asia.

18th century:

Experiences feelings akin to crashing into a low after consuming a kilo of crack. More political distress. Slightly more bearable to be around. Has toxic situationship with France at the end of the century. Still unhealthily obsessed with Asia.

19th century: .

broody and pissed 24/7. Isolates himself a lot. Hates most other nations. Authorative and has anger issues. Taught swear words to young Germany and had a situationship with him at the end of the century. Highly religious.

20th century:

Midlife crisis central. Still religious, but has a crisis with that too. Has a lot of flings with different nations. Recovery from the lack of sleep in the past few centuries. Depressed and introverted, but nice once you get to know him.

21st century:

Has finally figured out how to act socially acceptable. Kinda cold and standoffish on the outside, mellow and sweet on the inside. Gives free financial advice.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

FNAF - Shattered

The immediate aftermath of The Bite, from Mrs. Afton's perspective.

Something had happened. Something terrible, unthinkable had happened to her sweet, shy, sad baby boy and she hadn’t even been there to see it, much less stop it.

She had trusted Mikey and his friends to keep Evan entertained while she put the finishing touches on his cake. Elizabeth was perched at her side to observe and apparently make it a livelier process, trying to swipe globs of icing with her finger at every opportunity. They were laughing. Even William, who had been so disproportionately stressed about this party all week, cracked a smile at mother and daughter’s play fight before ducking out to make sure the guests were behaving themselves.

She was just re-piping a few of the letters Lizzie had smudged when the distant cries of the children were drowned out by that of a man, and it was quite a contrast from the hubbub of excitement.

That shout couldn’t have come from William, could it? she wondered incredulously as she set down her piping bag. She had never heard, never even imagined her steely husband with his stiff upper lip could emit a sound like that.

And yet there it was again as she tilted her head to listen more closely—a rising roar of shock, anger, alarm.

Something wasn’t right. William wasn’t right, William never sounded like that, like he had lost control, like he was panicked. Were the boys fighting again? Was he struggling to break it up? Not at the party, surely!

“Mummy?” Elizabeth cooed around another fingerful of icing.

“…Count out your brother’s candles for him, won’t you, darling? You can even pick a different color for each of them.” Despite her swelling unease, it did her good to see Elizabeth’s eyes light up at being offered such an important job. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”

She wouldn’t be. By the time she emerged from the kitchen, she narrowly avoided a headlong collision with Michael as he flew from the dining room into the hall in a breathless flurry.

“Mikey? What is it? What on earth’s the matter?!” His red, wild eyes and ashen face were shocking enough but even more so was the moment he recoiled when she reached to hold him. No matter how moody and standoffish and evasive he had been these last several months, he had never cringed away from her, as if her touch might burn him. “Michael, what’s—?”

“I didn’t mean—I wasn’t—!” Breaking off with a ragged, inarticulate noise of horror, he reeled toward his father’s office, tripping over his own feet. “I-I gotta call—!”

Her heart lunged into her throat, urging her to follow, but how was she to help him if she didn’t know what had happened? She would have no real memory of kicking off her heels to better run to the dining room, palms clammy cold as she shoved with all her might at the double doors.

All she could register was the carnage. In another world it could have been imagined as a brittle chocolate shell, cracked open to let a rich cordial cherry ooze forth. Deep red glistened, spilling down the front of William’s best work shirt, caking his hands, seeping through the party napkins pressed to staunch the dark, wet mop of hair and matter and bone cradled to his chest.

Upon tracing the damage down to the thin, limp limbs lying askew in his lap (the same little arms that nervously hugged her side, the little feet that so often shuffled to hide behind her for safety, for protection—) the illusion shattered and she screamed until her head swam and her vocal chords gave out.

Michael’s friends would be haunted by the disturbing sound that ripped free of her for the rest of their lives. Wannabe tough guys, unruly, cynical and hard-edged at the best of times, invited only as a courtesy so Michael wouldn’t get bored over the course of the afternoon, they cowered in terror at the sight of her. A couple of them threw up. Only one dared to take some sort of action, tossing more napkins to use as paltry makeshift gauze, and when he ran out of tables to loot for them and stood useless and trembling over the scene he had a part in creating, William snarled something unrepeatable at him with tears in his eyes and he scurried back to the throng of his friends.

She wouldn’t remember any of that—just the blood staining the knees of her stockings when she dropped to the floor, oozing steadily into her hand as she cupped the buckled, broken remains of Evan’s baby soft cheek. She didn’t even notice the moment Elizabeth’s curiosity overcame her and she poked her head into the dining room to see if her parents and brothers were doing something fun without her. Thankfully William was aware enough to spot her, twisting viciously aside to shield Evan from her view, and his command that she return to the kitchen was so thunderous that she startled frightfully and scurried back out of sight without question or thought.

Mrs. Afton wouldn’t remember any of that. The only one who needed her attention at that moment was Evan, who gurgled unintelligibly in response to her whispered pleas for him to be alright, hang on, stay with us, we’re right here, Mummy and Daddy are here, baby, stay, stay, help is coming if you just stay right here, they’re coming, just stay.

Whatever grievous, helpless instinct possessed William to kiss his son’s head was nonsensical. There was no kissing this better. Seeing the mess that came away on his lips was what finally stole the air from her lungs. When inky black spots blotted out her vision, she almost welcomed them, praying the world she awoke to would prove this scene nothing but a nightmare.

When she came around she was propped in a chair at one of the party tables, Michael at her side, clumsily patting her face and neck with a cool cloth. As soon as she could muster the strength, she grabbed for his nearest shaking hand. The way he flinched put an icy lump in her raw throat. What did that kind of reaction mean? What had gone on since her fainting spell?

“Your brother,” she gasped, gaze darting aside to find only rumpled red napkins and a dark blotch on the floor where William and Evan should have been. No, please, no, she had begged him to stay—If he had slipped away without her, she would never forgive herself. (She would never forgive herself regardless.) “Mike, your brother, where is he?”

“The ambulance just left with him.”

“The ambulance? Not…” The coroner, she wouldn’t say. They wouldn’t have gotten there so quickly. William wouldn’t have let them take him, not so soon.

“Mm. He was…They still had a pulse, they said, when they took him. Father went too, he took the car. I-I wanted to go along but he wouldn’t—” Michael bit his lip as his puffy eyes threatened to well again. “He told me to stay here so…so I can tell the police what happened. Me and the others. They’re waiting in the office. Then Uncle Henry’s coming to get you, me and Liz, take us to the hospital.”

“…The police?” she echoed numbly. What would he tell them? What had he seen?

She drew a shuddery breath, steeling herself to ask, but she hardly had the chance to open her mouth before Michael dropped the cloth and burst into wretched, heaving sobs, crumpling against her.

“I-It’s all my fault, Mum! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he choked out, nearly inaudible against the shoulder of her blouse. He couldn’t show his face again as she rubbed her hands over his sweat-stained back. It would be no comfort; his brother’s blood was gluey, only half dried on her palm, his sins smearing along his spine with every circle. “It was an accident! Father didn’t believe me, h-he wouldn’t even look at me but I swear I didn’t mean to, I swear! I didn’t mean it, I was just—It was—!”

What had he caused, that her strong, stubborn, bullheaded boy couldn’t even bring himself to offer a perceptible excuse? Dread made her fingers weak and her voice a mere croak. “What happened, Michael?”

“I’m sorry!”

“I know, darling. I hear you. I-I’m here to listen, if your father wouldn’t. Just tell me, please, I can’t stand it.”

“You’ll hate me! You’ll all hate me—”

“Michael,” she whispered, near hissed, hands finally stilling to dig desperate nails into his shoulders. “What have you done?”

[freddiekolbeck]

{ ARCHIE RENAUX, 23, NONBINARY, HE/THEY } Is that BENJAMIN KEPLER-TURRAL? A JUNIOR originally from BERKSHIRE, UK, they decided to come to Ogden College to study FILM. They’re THE COOL LOSER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

FULL NAME: benjamin kaif kepler-turral

NICKNAMES: kepler, benji (if you know them from england) 

BIRTHDAY: 10th november

HOROSCOPE: scorpio sun, libra moon, virgo rising

MBTI TYPE: istp

SEXUALITY: bisexual

PET(S): one dog 

APPEARANCE: bleach blonde hair with roots showing, covered in tattoos (mostly meaningless, example here), cringe to say but kind of effortlessly cool? not a try hard basically, some ear piercings, lots of jewellery (random necklaces, rings and bracelets), dresses like one of those rich boys that don’t look rich i.e. a plain navy jumper that costs $200

OCCUPATION: works at a book shop off campus, bartender at a dive bar (also off campus)

EXTRACURRICULARS: none

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: observant, reliable, resilient

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: standoffish, cynical, judgemental

THREE SKILLS: not caring, saying nothing, ignoring people

MUSE INSPO: hyde (that 70s show), roy kent (ted lasso), jess mariano (gilmore girls), jessica jones (jessica jones), i can’t rly think of more but the vibe is ~tsundere~

below are the tldr versions, click (x) for the full thing

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: “A ONE NIGHT STAND?! DON’T THEY HATE EACH OTHER?”

It may be hard to believe but it was Greer who was persistent in pursuing a friendship with Kepler. They met at the end of their freshman year when she asked for a cigarette. Somehow, it’s still a surprise to them, they ended up giving her their number. Not that it mattered since he ignored her all summer, or really they simply had no interest. It must’ve been the first time she experienced being on read since she confronted them about it. Despite her efforts, things didn’t change. It wasn’t cruel, they simply didn’t want anything from her. That was until they were forced to dinner with their parents and Greer and her parents joined them. Afterwards, they talked, alone, and unfortunately he couldn’t ignore the feeling that they had somewhat bonded. From then on, the cold shoulder ensued -- a silent agreement between the two, finally they were on the same page -- and whilst there was no form of acknowledgement in public, they very much developed their friendship in private, off-campus or late at night. Things did remain platonic for the most part, at least from his end, but he couldn’t deny that there was something about her. They came close to crossing the line a few times. Until eventually, not too long after her disappearance, they gave into each other. They left in the morning and that was the last time they saw her.

PLEASE EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR SKELETON TROPE. THE COOL LOSER

Born into an unhappy home, to people who were great at acting like they were happy, it drove Ben to become comfortable with their own company. The Turrals are a well-known family in London’s high society, but Kepler managed to stay out of it. They preferred to socialise outside of their circle, much to everyone’s protests, where people had a better sense of reality, felt more grounded, and had a more open mind to the world around them. But even then, as they got stuck into the film and arts scene, they stuck to themselves – probably because, more often than not, they would run into kids from rich parents like themselves. Things went downhill when during their final year of high school their mother went missing, reportedly dead, with this father as prime suspect. After the year was over, they were sent abroad to escape the media storm -- things escalated when a bad night turned worse. They woke up in the morning and found a dead body to take care of, a friend from home he had run into during his travels. They called their dad, knowing that the price of him fixing things for them meant they were in his debt forever.

A compromise was made – they would be allowed to study abroad as long as his father could choose the college for him. Of course, the choices were all of a certain calibre and ones where he could keep an eye on them.

PERSONALITY

To most people, they may seem ~mysterious~ and ~cool~ but in reality they simply have a high bullshit tolerance. They can read people easily, can spot ingenuity from a mile away, but it’s important to note that they don’t care to spot them out. They know what they’re interested in, what they like and what they don’t like, and they don’t care to mess around with whatever lies in between. Which happens to be a lot of things, hence the general indifferent attitude. They sit at the back in class, silent unless called on. They can be prickly, snarky, and generally want to keep people at a distance because they’re distrusting. All they really care about is finishing college to move on with their life. They do have a deeply intuitive side that is expressed through creativity. In other words, they’re pretty pretentious. They’re sensitive, thoughtful and delicate when it comes to film making. But that’s not for everyone to see, nor should they have the access to it just because they want to. 

HEADCANONS

college records have their name registered kepler kepler, including their campus card 

always carried a film camera with them 

won best director at BFI future film festival for filmmakers aged 16-25 when they were 17 years old

commitment-phobe

the type to write notes in the books he reads but they’re illegible 

close with younger sister (14 years old) and wears a bracelet she made for them when she was 6 - a pink rubber band with hearts, stars, flowers and letters spelling out her name 

doesn’t save people’s numbers in their phone

can never be bothered to wear matching socks 

probably tried dj’ing at one point 

spends summers going to music festivals 

no social media, using an iphone 7 and wired earphones 

made an effort to lose his posh accent 

[elxctrics]

(—) ★ spotted!! AXEL FITZGERALD on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 25 year old looks like RYAN MANICK, but i don’t really see it. while  the MUSICIAN/ACTOR is known for being PERCEPTIVE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be BROODY i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song SIGN OF THE TIMES by HARRY STYLES  { HE/HIM, CISMALE }

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

name: axel mitch fiztgerald

age: twenty five

nicknames: axe

date of birth: march 2nd, 1999

astrological sign: pisces

place of birth: new york , new york

occupation: musician / actor

label: the brooder

positive traits: perceptive, deep, creative, charming

negative traits: broody, irrational, impulsive, addictive

characters/celebrities he’s like: harry styles, britney spears, justin bieber, miley cyrus,

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂

the first born son of mitchum and lorelai fitzgerald, although his parents were the heirs to the infamous lvhm group, parenting always came first for them and they were ever present and ever involved, although axel shows all the classic tell tale signs of a rich kid with mommy and/or daddy issues.

growing up in the lavish lifestyle that they did, axel always felt like it was cold - the houses were too big, the designer stuff was tacky, the excess was exhausting and he just felt as though there was more meaning to life then all this stuff.

seeing that their son clearly needed an outlet, they enrolled axel in music classes and almost immediately, he showed an insane amount of talent.

he caught on to guitar and piano rather quickly and after a few years, he was writing his own songs.

with his parent's encouragement, when he was sixteen, he tried out for the x-factor and while he wasn't good enough to make it as a solo artist, the judges put him in a group with four other guys and there, their journey to international stardom began.

the group of five went on to win the show and stole hearts all over the world. teenage heartthrobs, it wasn't long until they were embarking on world tours, selling out stadiums and living the rockstar dream.

however, the dream was a nightmare for axel. because while he was getting all of the attention and adoration in the world, he was singing stupid teeny-bopper sounding songs that didn't mean anything to him. all of his suggestions were turned down and he was simply forced to be 'the pretty one' in the group - the one that girls threw themselves at and while he was standoffish about it for a while, he got to a point where he had no choice but to completely embrace it.

he played the part well - almost every other month had a different super model or actress on his arm, and slowly but surely began to become who people looked at as the 'leader' of the band.

he wasn't that close with his bandmates and instead, formed a clique inside of hollywood that consisted of a group of young people with far too much money and far too much time that enjoyed partying and excess.

it wasn't rare for the paparazzi to find him coming out of the club as the sun was rising with blood shot eyes nor was it rare for him to find himself getting into a drunken fight...or two...or five.

his behavior began to get more sporadic as time went on - often going on instagram lives, smoking a joint and ranting about how everything was pointless and nothing but a meaningless joke, much to the dismay of the band and their management team that tried to present the boys with a squeaky clean image, but after five years of this rollercoaster, axel was beyond fed up.

his parents never interfered with his behavior. they chalked it up to him being young and simply 'trying to find his way' and thought it would be better for him to figure things out on his own, even though he was getting to a point where adult interference was truly what he needed more than anything.

in 2020, when axel was 22 years old, the band's team presented them with a concept for their next album and axel, being high off of his mind in the meeting, threw an absolute fit. it was the same stuff the bad had been singing for the past five years, the same teenage image even though they were all in their twenties now and axel had enough. after a long winded rant and flipping a few tables, axel stormed out and quit the band for good. the band only lasted a few months without him before breaking up.

2021 was the darkest year of his life. he did absolutely nothing but loose himself further in drugs, alcohol, meaningless sex and parties. and all of that started turning him into a shell of a person. he truly didn't care about anything or anyone and after being arrested four times for driving under the influence, the fourth time resulting in him crashing his car into a strip of stores on hollywood boulevard, he was court ordered to enter rehab in the beginning of 2022.

his year in rehab did nothing but further his belief in the fact that hollywood was an evil and soul sucking place and the only reason he ever did drugs or drank in the first place was a way to escape from that. he felt as though he was smarter and already knew better than everyone in rehab and simply put on the act - pretended like he was going through the steps and that it was all working just so he could get the hell out of there and release his truth - his first album which he wrote completely while in rehab.

he was released in the fall of 2023 and after laying low for a few months, he reached out to his team about his album, however they shot it down immediately and said he had to clean up his image first before anyone bought his record.

so, they got him cast on one tree hill - a show about teenagers, the very thing that had drove him insane in the first place - having to act like he was some stupid kid having the time of his life.

he hates everything about the show and his stupid character, nathan scott, and is not exactly keen on becoming friends with his castmates either, but is simply trying to behave as much as he could so he can release the music he act

[bma-2020]

the most astounding thing to me is watching people hate one older character for the exact same development they love a younger different character for

[star-lemonade]

Stray Kids as Demigods

After I read the fics by @neo-shitty I kept thinking about this, so the other day I talked with @ninamidnightscribbles about this and here is what I think. Feel free to share your thoughts too <3

I based this more on Percy Jackson lore than actual mythology XD

Warnings: a bit of angst?

Genre: pjo au, imagines

Rating: T

word count: 1k

Chan

Chan is a cute sunny boy who naturally winds up in leadership positions. This is partially due to his levelheaded personality and good people skills but the fact that he is the son of the big guy helps too. Will often unconsciously give people static shocks and will literally sparkle when excited Please don’t tell him good news next to something flammable. Thank you.

He seems confident in his abilities but is secretly afraid of failure and the consequences that could arise from him making mistakes. In the past, good people have been injured because he was too reckless and these events still play in his head whenever a monster threatens his friends.

Minho

People are always baffled by Minho’s reflexes. They are so good it's almost as if he knows in advance what will happen and while he says it’s just that, good reflexes, other children of Apollo have been known to be blessed with the gift of precognition. One thing he doesn’t deny though is that if he is feeling nasty he will make you speak in rhymes all day and annoy the hell out of everyone with it. Casually good with a bow. Hawkeye who? I only know Minho. He will do trick shots when he is bored, sending his arrows to ricochet off walls just to hit a point next to him. You can tell when he is embarrassed because he will start glowing like a lightbulb.

Changbin

Changbin makes most people uncomfortable but they often don’t know why, it was hard to tell unless you knew who his dad was. If you need someone to move the earth for you, both literally and figuratively, Changbin is your guy. He often seems standoffish, almost antisocial with his dry, dark humor and general lack of interest in other people, but don’t be fooled. If someone is in his inner circle he is the most loyal friend they can have. When he is truly angry and not playing it up, the earth trembles under his feet. Accidentally caused a strong earthquake when his best friend got injured by a monster. These days he stays away from the battlefield but even in the world of humans the dangers. As the son of Pluto, the riches just don't stop coming his way and with it come all the sharks that what to profit too.

Duty is important to him and Changbin never breaks a promise. If you have his word, then you can be sure that he will keep it.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin is the man you call when you need someone to retrieve intel about anyone. As a Child of Aphrodite Hyunjin can charm anyone into doing almost everything for him. People are wrapped around his finger and they don't even know it. He dislikes fighting but if it comes down to it he uses a rapier or a dagger to fend off attackers. Hyunjin loves to change his appearance, so one day you will see him with short black hair, the next he has shoulder-length blond hair. Although he likes abilities he also dislikes how people often reduce him to his looks and charm. Hyunjin seems like a social butterfly but actually chooses his friends carefully.

Jisung

Jisung is afraid of his powers and rarely uses them so most people don't even know who his mom is. They think he is a child of Hermes, with his good sense of humor and general versatility, one could think so but things do not quite add up. He always knows where he has to go when he is at a crossroads and sees well in the dark. Sometimes he even summons torches out of thin air. Jisung says he just always has one on his person but when he doesn’t even have a bag with him this sounds pretty suspicious. Stray cats and dogs are drawn to him because they can feel the presence of their Mistress Hecate in her son Jisung.

Felix

You can always tell when Felix is around because even that person who is always cold has to take off their jacket. Where ever Felix is, there is also summer. Some say he doesn’t even know what cold feels like. This is of course ridiculous, he has drunk some cold drinks and eaten ice cream. Snow, however, is a different thing. As a Son of Notus, the god of the south wind and god of summer, Felix brings sunshine and warmth with him everywhere he goes. Strictly speaking, he doesn’t have to wear a knitted sweater in winter but it looks so cute on him that he does it anyway. Felix doesn’t like the dark and avoids going too far up north in winter.

Seungmin

He is very smart and uses his head to get out of dangerous situations, exactly the kind of son that his mom wants. A bit unusual however are his weapons of choice, a sword or a bat. For Seungmin there is something very satisfying about the way the heavy bat swings that make him prefer it over more delicate weapons. It needs more skill to handle than more think. Due to its weight, it’s not as fast as a sword so the perfect timing is important. When in danger he can also talk his way out but is often hindered by being too logical. "Why would you do that? That makes no sense!"

Like most children of Athena, Seungmin has a problem keeping his superiority complex in check and this has almost cost his friends their lives in the past. He is working on it.

Jeongin

If you need to find Jeongin, a party is the best place to start. He likes to be out there partying with the crowd, but usually, he is just vibing in the corner, drinking with some friends he has met there. Partying with Jeongin is the best, booze all night, laughing chants, and the feeling that you will never have to do anything else, however careful not to get on his bad side. His father Dionysus may be the god of wine and parties but that is not all. Jeongin can be short-tempered and hold grudges. When he is angry his eyes burn with purple fire and whoever is on the receiving end of his stare will be overcome with madness.

Addition thoughts:

- Chan was kind of hard to place because he could fit a bunch of gods. He is very good at swimming so Poseidon/Neptune would also be a good fit. On the other hand, when I read the fics mentioned above that feature him as a son of Zeus and I thought man, that fits so well too. Chan who can fly and summon lighting?? YES! Where do I sign?? However, I think Jupiter would be the better fit bc Chan is pretty disciplined which is more in line with the roman aspect.

- Chan as a son of Hypnos. The man should have the power to make himself fall asleep whenever XD Someone should be a child of Hypnos but it did not really fit.

- Nina suggested Felix as Son of Helios but since he has faded in the PJO universe I came up with something else.

- I'm still a bit obsessed with Jeongin in Cheese MV where he acts a bit unhinged. Like he is smiling but it is too cheerful. He also often gives me that head empty vibe, not dumb but rather choosing not to think if that makes sense. That's why I think Jeongin as a son of Dionysus is a good fit.

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old money seonghwa

another case of me reading this post by @warmau and being inspired! btw, if you enjoy brilliantly clever bullet aus you should definitely give skye a follow.

read san's part here and mingi’s part here

group: ateez member: seonghwa genre: fluff? rich boy au word count: 1.5k warnings: a few curse words. the note is a little suggestive pairing: seonghwa x gn!reader

note: the seonghwa i portray here definitely isn't the type of seonghwa who would hover over you while dressed in a three piece suit and you're wearing nothing but one of his vintage watches but i figure hey, maybe he can grow into that seonghwa

heir to a trust fund that has been getting richer by the decade

only knows other trust fund babies

appears cold and standoffish to the general public but that's really only because he doesn't know how to interact with people not in the top 1%

(secretly very awkward)

only wears high end luxury brands and old, vintage watches that have been in his family for generations

gets driven around in a limo with windows tinted black

perfect gentleman

has never once in his life forgotten his manners because they were practically beaten into him since he could walk

everybody in the upper class loves him because they think he's perfect: perfect manners, perfect looks, perfect bank account

and that's okay

it's the only life he's known, after all

until he meets you

it's your friend's birthday, and their rich other half has given you some money to pick out something

you're frugal, having grown up modestly, and knowing your friend's taste, found something they'll adore for a fraction of the money their s/o gave you

you're standing in front of a jewelry store when your friend surprises you and all but drags you into the store

you roll your eyes but follow, listening to them say that you should go ahead and spend the spare change *wink wink*

seonghwa is already inside, searching for a suitable gift for his mother's own birthday

he looks up when he hears a salesperson greet the newcomers

and immediately tells the saleswoman helping him to bag everything you look at

her eyes widen at the request but nods and hurries away to inform the others

you're none the wiser, eyeing the lovely jewelry and ignoring your friend as they try to convince you that their s/o wouldn't mind if you spent the money on yourself, since you've already gotten the birthday gift *wink wink*

your friend does find a little something as a birthday gift to themselves and you follow them to the cashier

three large bags are placed on the counter and you and your friend share a look

"i only purchased this," your friend says

"oh no these are yours," the cashier says, looking directly at you

"but i didn't--i can't--"

"oh they're on seonghwa's tab. he's just over there"

your head whips around just in time to see the retreating back of a tall figure

you look back at the three large bags filled to the brim each with neatly wrapped boxes

"how much..."

your friend nearly chokes when the cashier hands over the bill

you don't dare look yourself, just stare at the empty entry where this seonghwa disppeared

your friend fills you in about the park seonghwa as you walk to your car, arms heavy with the unexpected gifts

with every fact your friend tells you, you feel yourself grow more and more confused

this man has everything he could ever want, and you assume that includes his fill of attractive suitors of the same class

so who are you? just a random stranger who happened to stop by a high-end jewelry store way out of your price range

when your friend's s/o hears about what happened, they're just as shocked as you

because park seonghwa spending oodles on a perfect stranger? what has the world come to

you try going back to the jewelry store to return the jewels, but they tell you they can't process a refund without the original card

so you convince your friend's s/o to give you the address to seonghwa's penthouse apartment, because now you get a chance to demand an explanation as well

stepping out of the cab with your arms full of bags with the expensive name splashed across in big bold letters makes you feel sorely out of place

because wow what a building

the lobby, while small, has tall ceilings, and the marble floors make every step you take echo

the woman behind the counter is in a simple black dress that still looks like it costs more than several months of your salary put together and you fidget nervously in your ripped jeans and scuffed shoes

the woman looks down her nose at you even though you're standing over her and for a moment you're at a loss as to what to say

the longer you stand there, though, the more foolish you feel, and you hate feeling foolish, so quickly you're just mad you're in this situation to begin with

you drop the heavy bags on the smooth wood counter and say "let seonghwa know i'm here to return the jewelry"

"and what's your name?"

"he'll know who it is"

she looks like she's ready to argue, but you just turn your back to her, leaning against the counter and tapping your foot obnoxiously loudly in a way that makes it obvious you won't leave until she's given seonghwa your message

she huffs but picks up the phone

she relays your message in a tone that clearly says she doesn't believe a word you say and you have to fight a smirk when you notice her eyes widen in surprise at seonghwa's response

she clears her throat and passes you a key board and tells you to use it to get to the penthouse floor

you take the card and gather your bags and march toward the elevators

frustration is still coursing through your veins when the elevator doors open directly into seonghwa's living room, so you don't notice that wow the pictures you've found online of park seonghwa don't do him justice

instead you march fearlessly up to him, drop the bags on the large leather sofa, and cross your arms over your chest

"what exactly are these for?"

you are prepared for all sorts of reactions, ranging from disbelief to anger

what you weren't expecting was the ever-cool, every-confident park seonghwa to burn holes in his slippers, rub the back of his neck uncertainly, and say questioningly, "they're for you?"

you're so shocked at his response that you're rendered dumb

this is not the park seonghwa you were expecting

he's looking at you now, his dark eyes wide (you know the look he gets, the galaxy-filled boba-eyed look) and look as innocent as a calf

any anger you had at being put in this ridiculous situation leaves you immediately and now you're feeling as awkward and uncertain as he appears to be

you clear your throat and gesture to the bags and explain that no one could possibly wear that many jewels in one lifetime

he seems confused and you suddenly wonder if he's ever seen the women in his life wear a piece of jewelry more than once

"look it's a really sweet and kind gesture," you say quickly, "but it's simply too much. can you please return these?"

seonghwa just nods and you're left standing in front of each other awkwardly

you finally bow and scurry away, but are then left hanging out to dry because where the hell is that elevator and why didn't it just stay on the top floor when you got out??

your friend and their s/o pesters you about how it went but you just wave them off because you're guessing you've seen a side of park seonghwa no one has ever seen before and it feels strangely intimate and you feel strangely protective

you keep an eye out for him in the news, now, though, and can't get over how put-together and suave he looks on camera

it makes you almost wish you could get to know the seonghwa you saw

but you're from completely different worlds, shop at completely different stores, and after all he only spotted you out of chance

what you aren't expecting is to see him at your friend's birthday party just two weeks later

because their s/o is hosting the event, it's black tie required, and with your friend's help you clean up well

you're also there before the other guests, helping the s/o as a second host

so as you're making the rounds of the guests, you stop in your tracks when you spot park seonghwa

damn he looks really good in a suit

and for a moment you see the cool, distant park seonghwa in the flesh

but as soon as your eyes meet, his gaze warms and is that a hint of a blush on his cheeks?

you straighten your shoulders because dammit you will be a good second host and greet all the guests like you're supposed to

you finally make your way to seonghwa and thank him for attending your friend's birthday party

"i never caught your name," he says before you can run away

you stop in your tracks and just stare at him now because he really bought those things without even knowing your name? seeing him at your friend's party you thought maybe he recognized you through their s/o but he really couldn’t have picked you out of a lineup?

he shifts under your unblinking gaze and you quickly clear your throat and introduce yourself properly

he smiles a little and you swear you hear him say "pretty. it suits you" under his breath

but you heard wrong, right?

you finally manage to flee when you hear your name called and you quickly bow before scurrying away

seonghwa is left in a daze the rest of the evening, your pretty name going around and around in his head

the end?

[elysianslove]

for your 1k event.. how about kenma? 😳👉👈

here you go i hope you like this 😼

some spoilers for his timeskip occupation!

1k Event ━ Kozume Kenma

kenma’s general personality; let me just start off by saying that kenma definitely bullies 10 year olds online while playing video games. anyways. i really don’t think kenma is this heartless, nonchalant character though, despite what i said above. yeah generally, he’s just very lowkey, just likes to keep to himself, is very introverted. and that’s because i think he can never find energy to deal with other people. like it’s exhausting for him being around people he’s unfamiliar with. which is why i think he’s very appreciative towards the people he does like. there are not a lot of people that kenma’s comfortable with, but to those there are, he really would do the most for them. he displays his care in different ways, and timeskip rich boy kenma definitely spoils his friends 24/7. you can also see that he was willing to put his all for his friends, and i think he even says it. there’s no way you can convince me kenma doesn’t love his friends, even if it’s subtle. i really don’t like it when people say he’s careless, especially when they say kuroo cares for him more than he cares for kuroo because that is so incorrect. kenma knows kuroo so well, more than anybody else, and he is so grateful for him, he just shows it differently than the norm. that scene when they were kids and they’d lost a game, kenma just subtilely asks kuroo “wanna go level up?” he doesn’t ask him if he’s okay, doesn’t try to comfort him, but he still knew exactly what kuroo needed. which brings me to my next point: kenma is very perceptive. you can see it in the way he plays setter. he is so cool and levelheaded, calm and collected, and he’s able to not only read people and predict their next moves, but also trick the other players into thinking he’ll move a certain direction when he won’t. it’s incredible really, because they fall for it every time. i think he’s the same outside of volleyball too, not the manipulation part i mean he can do that too but the reading people and knowing what they’re thinking. he does it with you a lot! you won’t speak up but he’ll know exactly what you need, and have it for you within seconds, while he acts so nonchalant about it like, *shrugs,* “don’t thank me.”

motivation; okay this one was pretty explicit in the show at some point too, but kenma just does things because? he’s good at them? like he says he doesn’t particularly like volleyball but he is good (i can attest to that), and his friends all rely on him too, so he plays. he’s not gaining much, but he’s also losing nothing. plus, he likes making kuroo happy lol. towards you is a different story. i actually think when kenma has a crush on someone, he’s hopeless. like he falls hard for them. so at first, he’d act standoffish towards you, because he hates the way you make him feel. but then one day you hugged him and his brain started screaming, and he realized he kinda liked this feeling hehe

kenma’s love language; subtle acts of affection and gift giving. the second one is more for timeskip kenma, since mans is loaded. he’d overhear you talking about it with your friends, notice you lingering on an instagram post, remember when you’d mention it in passing, and immediately buy it for you. no matter how expensive, or how childlike, he won’t care. he can never get enough of seeing your shocked, excited and gleeful expression. and although not a huge fan of physical affection, he will always appreciate the long, tight hugs you give him immediately after. at the start of the relationship, kenma hated anything that was too touchy for too long. cue him sleeping in your arms, head on your chest, two years later, looking like he’s on cloud nine. but yes, subtle acts! like i mentioned above with being able to read people, if he notices you’re sad, he finds the best way to cheer you up, even if it’s doing things out of his comfort zone. if you’re hungry, he has your favorite snacks piled up before you without. a single mention from you beforehand. if you’re cold, just wordlessly gives you his hoodie to wear. it’s not so grand and obvious to others, but if you look closely, it’s so clear just how in love he is with you.

kenma’s preferred dates; arcade games, days and nights in, 3 am walks, stargazing, diner visits, movies (mostly he prefers a date if it’s just the two of you)

kissing kenma; lazy and sensual, but filled to the brim with passion. from an outsider’s point of you, it’s just slow and tedious, but the way he makes you feel is indescribable, like you want to grab at his neck and pull him down onto the nearest surface.

what being with kenma feels like; sleeping at a hotel, where the ac is on highest and coldest, and the blankets and pillows sink with you into the mattress, warming you up

[mythvoiced]

💲, 👓, 🎥, 💔, 💯(aND THIS ONE FOR ANYONE YOU'D LIKE, BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ANY OF YOUR MUSES, THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU, PLS FEEL FREE TO SKIP ANY OF THE ASKS I SENT IN ;W; )

@theimpalpable | sex+romance headcanons!

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💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? GOING TO GIVE THESE TO MY GIRL SARANG, THANK YOU SO FOR SENDING THEM IN ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; SO, there’s a vague yes here but also a definite no? Sarang doesn’t care much for money, she does care, though, for the connections and implications of power that come with being rich, and more often than not, she needs those connections, those privileges and luxuries that come with being rich, to get to other people, or even to bring someone else to fall. The Order claims to want to cleanse the world and they do, they also realise that some mortal, financial, bureaucratic ways commonly used by people in our society could be as efficient to advance in this direction, if not more so. Mundane tasks, in contrast to the killings, and tasks reserved for Knights like Sarang, along with an unwritten NDA she signed with her blood. So, yes, she’d get into someone’s good graces and play pretty arm candy to advance into this direction, but on a personal level? Never. She values herself too much and wealth too little, not only because an existence such as hers sees no value in finances like that (at least, according to her perspective on it), but also because? She genuinely does not see the gain in it, it’s not worth it.

👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? Nopesters, unless you count not revealing her identity or nature as lie of omission, but even then, she’s not doing it for sex, she’s just… always doing it, she can’t approach people and lay it all out before them. They’d hardly believe her even if she did. She won’t, either way, keeping her nature, her name, her memories, held tightly against her, locked away within her, is her form of defiance against the entire world and the Order in particular, they’re hers, she is hers, and hers only.

🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? GOOD QUESTION, and I’m not sure, mostly because I’ve never quite established how familiar Sarang is with pop culture? BUT, I can instead give a vague idea of what personality types and appearances she finds attractive, and then, welp, anyone who fits those descriptions, would work as an answer here~

The traits Sarang is physically and romantically attracted to don’t always coincide. She might find a certain set of personality traits attractive in theory, but not anywhere beyond a kiss smacked on a pair of lips, or entertained in a night of passion.

She does find Hyuk attractive, for example (>:3), he’s tall and broad-shoulder; his standoffish nature, his sharp tongue, his general distaste towards mincing his words, it’s attractive in a physical sense, she likes the idea of pushing him to see how much he’ll take before things get serious, she likes watching him squirm a little, and she does wonder what he might be like in bed. But she’s not interested in him beyond that (at least… so far, from what she knows about him).

Romantically speaking, she’s not big on the unapproachable, she’s not into the bad boy, the cold shoulder archetype, she’s not big on the Jason Dean or the Wolverine, the antihero. She’d be more interested in, say, someone like Caradoc or Lexine, who try to be good wherever they go. I’m mentioning them both (COUSINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE--!) because it’s not about Caradoc’s more chipper nature in contrast to Hyuk or Lexine’s gentleness, it’s the goodness they both exude. She wouldn’t see it as purity, but it is an attempt to remain good, it is an attempt to remain kind, and, also, they actually have a tendency to crack a smile every now and then (this is Hyuk slander and I should be ashamed). But Caradoc isn’t exactly her type, physically speaking? He’s got the height and the smile, but he’s relatively boyish (CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG PLS), he’s cute to her, you know? Not exactly up her alley, along with his level of energy.

Domenic is perhaps the best example of what Sarang finds attractive both physically/aesthetically/for fun, and in a romantic context. Gentleness and the value for goodness, someone who sees being kind and giving something back to the world as something worth their time. Someone who does also exude calmness, though, and a sense of being established in their self, facing the world without turning other’s smiles upside down. He’s also tall and light-haired, has nice hands (I don’t know if he does for sure, Sarang seems to be convinced he does-) and his glasses icons are sexy as hell.

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? Sarang’s first heartbreak is her current heartbreak, her canon love interest Leif. He’s only half-included in her canon on mythvoiced as a love interest, because binding her this way would potentially leave her less open for forging romantic connections outside of him, I’m not someone who can’t have muses who aren’t available for romantic shipping, I have plenty of aromantic muses or muses who are so difficult to romantically ship with that it’s almost as if they aren’t shippable at all in this context (Yihwa, for one), but for Sarang, I tend to separate her as she’s featured on mythvoiced from her in her canon as I’m developing her ‘offline’ if you will, I’d like to explore her into directions she wouldn’t have opportunity to offline, and as such, he’s only potentially featured as a love interest, but mostly ceases to exist as such in given contexts.

BUT I do think he would generally count as a first heartbreak. Joseon Sarang was old enough to be presented to the public as a yangban woman looking for a husband, she probably should have already been settled actually, but truth is, her family wasn’t big on opening up to other families, in this context as well? She truly spent basically all her life until she ‘died’ within her room. Then loads of shit happened that didn’t really leave much room for romance and then BOOM Leif.

A heartbreak because being both Knights, what could they possibly do?

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? Depends entirely on the circumstances :333 An ideal date in a scenario in which the date is meant to further her in some endeavour or the other would be a date that is suitable for the occasion, for the task, a date that is appealing to the given person involved so that they remain involved for as long Sarang needs them to be, and a date that allows her quick ‘escape’, if you will.

A date that isn’t too troublesome, in this context, would be ideal.

But in a context of actual, genuine romance, where she’s going on a date because she wants to, I think anything that is tranquil. She lives quite an active life, stuck somewhere between trapped and on the run, she hardly ever truly rests mentally. So a date, an occasion in which she can be with someone she trusts, someone she likes being with, someone she simply likes in general, she’d like it to balance the rest of her life out.

Mundane things, doing things that give the impression she’s normal enough to do them. Attending a fair, going to a festival, a carnival, cutesy stuff, attending an event that isn’t too loud and messy, a classic anime festival date, I’d say ♥

[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 01

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, forced marriage

A/N: i’m so happy with the feedback i got for the last chapter, i’m glad you guys are excited about it!!! i hope you enjoy the first proper chapter. have fun xx

NEXT CHAPTER 

ingenue: generally a girl or a young woman who is endearingly innocent.

Y/N was the first one to be up, as per usual. Ever since both her and Gwen were kids she would be the first one to wake up, around sunrise, so she could climb up the attic and sit on the roof of the old country house to watch the sun light the night sky. Today, however, things were slightly different. She could see the staff of the how rush from side to side, preparing Gwen’s luggage so she could properly move into her future husband’s house and Y/N with her. 

Being a handmaid to the mob’s daughter was an archaic job, most of them had switched to bodyguards after the 50′s however the Forrest family did things the old way unlike other mob families. The leader of the family in particular, Michael Forrest, was one to follow tradition by a t, which was maybe why she had ended up growing up with Gwen instead of in an orphanage. Nevertheless, being a handmaid to Gwen was something that came naturally to her, specially when most of her job was being her portable consciousness. Y/N did not blame her for her reckless behaviour, specially when she had grew up in one of the most tight knitted mob families in all of New York. However, to Y/N, the day where Gwen finally had to move in with her fiancé always seemed ages away, something that probably wouldn’t happen, a day that would never arrive. Yet, here it was. 

She sighed, watching as the sun peaked from the horizon, the warmth slowly wrapping itself around her being, wondering if she would be able to do this once she was in her new home. God, her new home. She didn’t know what it looked like but from comments coming from Gwen it was far different from the shielded country house in the outskirts of New York. No, the Stan family lived a cosmopolitan hedonistic lifestyle in the Upper East side of New York where everything and everyone bowed in fear when they passed by. Yet, somehow, the family was still shrouded in mystery, specially the new head of the family, Gwen’s husband to be. She didn’t know what he looked like but rumours said he was pretty good shape, with a handsome face tainted by a scratch scar from his first kill. However, Gwen said he looked like a stereotypical rich boy. 

     - Y/N, are you in there? - her lips twirled into a smile as she heard a very familiar voice. She climbed down the stairs down to the attic, hugging the man who was standing there. - Gwen guessed you’d be here. 

    - I thought you were in California. - she smiled at Dan, Gwen’s older brother and apparent future head of the family, despite various arguments from him. He had graduated a few years ago and moving to California along with his girlfriend Beth. Y/N had always seen him as more of a older brother as he had been the one to teach her to ride a bike and the one who took her to prom when no one else did. - It’s so nice to see you. 

    - Yeah, dad called about Gwen moving in with Sebastian Stan, thought I had to say goodbye. 

    - As if Gwen will settle down. - Y/N sighed. - Besides, your father always said change was the way for an exciting life. 

    - If you don’t wanna go, I can speak with my father, Y/N. The Stans have pretty good security, you don’t need to be keeping an eye on Gwen. 

    - That’s nice of you, Dan, but I owe it to your father. - she walked from the attic and down the stairs onto the upper floor of the house. Dan followed her into her room where most of her necessary belongings were packed into a duffel bag and a flower patterned suitcase. - Besides, he can’t possibly be that bad. 

    - I know dad and Gwen constantly shield you from what they do, but trust me, it is not the best thing for you to go with her. The Stans are standoffish, murderous family who silence anyone and everyone who disobeys them. 

    - You’re being overdramatic, Daniel. People aren’t that evil. - she patted his face jokingly. 

    - Y/N? - Gwen peaked into her room. - The chauffeur is here. 

    - I gotta go. - she kissed his cheek whilst grabbing the handle of her suitcase and swinging her duffel bag around her back. 

Y/N followed Gwen down the hall and down the stairs, looking at the walls of the house she’d grown up in, a tinge of nostalgia hitting her as she walked outside the door. In front of the house was a limousine with blackened windows and a man dressed like an old-time driver, holding the passenger door open with a smile. This sight was different from Gwen’s regular chauffeur’s rolling his eyes whenever he saw the two girls coming. 

The heiress entered first, followed by Y/N whose luggage was politely taken away and put in the car’s boot. Inside there was a very expensive bottle of champagne which Gwen was quick to pop open and pour herself a glass as the car took off. Soon enough, the familiar environment of the sheltered home was loss and they were driving right in the Upper East Side, surrounded by designer branded shops, people carrying enough jewelry to pay for a down payment on a medium sized house. It was far different from the outskirts she was used to and Y/N wasn’t sure if she was gonna enjoy it, specially when she saw the much more modern building they were being driven to. 

Gwen, as per usual, was unfazed, almost as if she wasn’t about to be married in a few months to a man she clearly felt nothing for other than pure spite. They were let into the apartment complex, Y/N’s eyes going up to look at the futuristic design with no greenery to be seen in place. In front of the main apartment stood a valet dressed in a crisp suit straight out of a Paris runway, who tipped his cap as the car came to a halt. 

   - Miss Forrest, welcome. - the valet opened the door for her who slightly turned to step onto the perfectly straight and flaw free stone of the ground, removing her sunglasses to take a better look at the man. - I’m here to escort you to the penthouse.

   - A penthouse ... original. - the heiress offered the man a fake smile who opened the main door for her while Y/N stepped away from the car too, silently taking the chauffeur. - Come on, Y/N. 

Few people got to enter or even be close to Sebastian, even Gwen who had been promised to him had never been to his place and now that she was, she wasn’t impressed. The man looked to follow the stereotypical powerful man playbook, at least judging by her window based, modern approach when it came to his home. Y/N on the other way was somewhat enchanted by the level of luxury surrounding her. The lift itself was padded with dark velvet material, a slight mahogany smell constantly entering her senses. The ding signalled they had arrived and as the doors opened, she realised the level of luxury Mr. Stan lived in paled to that of Mr. Forrest. The walls were windows, giving the room a perfect view of the Upper East Side and natural lighting to the dark marble floors that shone the slightest whenever the light hit it just right. 

  - Miss Forrest, it’s a pleasure to welcome you to your new residence. - another man perfectly dressed in a suit, hands behind his back, took a slight bow. - I assume this is your handmaid. 

  - I’m Y/N. - she extended her arm, smile on her face to try and mask how nervous she was but the man kept his posture, not even acknowledging her hand. 

  - Mr. Stan is expecting you. - Y/N looked over to Gwen, expecting it to be directed towards the heiress but as the man placed his hand on the small of her back and started leading her away from Gwen, she started to panic. - Not to worry, miss, it’s standard procedure. 

  - Standard procedure? - they stopped walking once they reached a big dark brown wooded door with golden handles. He didn’t say anything else, instead the man knocked on the door before holding the handle, slightly twisting it and opening the door for a small inch. 

Y/N could fell her heart beat on her throat, not entirely sure what awaited her behind that door. She knew the tales, she knew the stories, Dan had told her several times what his family was capable of, what he was capable of. She remembered being a young girl and hearing about it, muffled voices from Gwen’s father’s office, death threats. Now she was about to see him for the first and it felt wrong, it felt like she would be stripping the myth away from the man. 

With her hand slightly trembling, she pushed the door open to its full capacity, her eyes meeting with a figure standing behind a wooden desk covered with various papers. However, it wasn’t the amount of paperwork in the sort of small desk that surprised her, it was the man behind it. Suddenly, all she could hear was a buzz in her ears and the nerves she had before were heightened.

  - M...Mr. Stan? - Y/N didn’t expect to stutter, however, that had been how her voice came out. He raised his head, stunned at the woman standing in front of him and had to fight the smile that was wanting to creep onto his face. 

The daylight allowed her to study his features better than the darkness of the club. Physically, he was extremely well built with a physic belonging to a stock hero character on the silver screen, with blue eyes and light skin tainted by a small scar on his left cheekbone. 

  - Take a seat, Miss ... - he stood up, pointing at one of the black velvet chairs facing his desk.

  - Y/N. - she replied, shyly walking over to the desk and sitting on the cold leather which greatly contrasted with her warm skin. He looked at her like a predator to a prey, examining every single detail about her complexion and demeanour. His gaze alone made her feel as if she were naked in front of him. However all he could think about was how endearingly harmless she looked in an oversized pirate styled white blouse tucked over a high waisted leather and velvet black skirt and some scratched yet somehow polished black ballerina shoes. It was a far cry from the oversized heels and dress she had been wearing the prior night. He thought it suited her better. - I’m so incredibly sorry for last night, Mr. Stan.

   - Sebastian. - he corrected her, putting down the paper work he had been looking at. - Am I correct to assume you’re Gwen’s handmaid?

   - Yes, sir. - Sebastian bit his lip, listening to the innocent title that escaped her mouth in the most normal of ways. - I do understand it’s a bit odd, but Mr. Forrest requested I continued to keep Gwen company and make sure she’s alright.

   - A bit of an outdated job but my fiancée said you were an non negotiable employee, therefore, I guess you’re part of my staff now. I hope it is not rude to discuss salary, I’m not entirely sure how much Mr. Forrest or Ms. Forrest pay you. 

  - Oh, I’m not paid. I don’t expect you to pay me either, Mr. S ... Sebastian. - she corrected herself mid sentence, feeling the heat creep up her cheeks as he gave her a puzzling look.

  - People who shot at Ms.Forrest will shoot you too, they’ll even shoot first. Do you mean to tell me you put your life on the line for free? - he cocked an eyebrow at her.

  - Why would people shoot me? - his lips were tightened as he wondered if she even knew what the mob did and how they dealt with enemies and issues. The Forrests themselves had few enemies, mostly surviving due to smart tactics and alliances with other small mobs, however, the Stans were mostly hated by every other mob in New York that coveted their unshaken, powerful grip over the Upper East Side and its residents. Once Gwen became officially his wife, any single person who hated him would hate her too and by that, would also hate Y/N. He couldn’t help but chuckle darkly at her naiveté.

  - Alright, Miss Y/N ... - he pushed a small stack of papers, stapled together with a shiny gold staple towards her. - Please sign.

  - What is it? - Y/N didn’t even touch it, merely taking a quick glance. If there was something Mr. Forrest had embedded into her and Gwen was to never, ever sign something without knowing what it was.

  - A contract. You’re my employee now, under my payroll, therefore I require you to sign a contract.

  - I’m not gonna sign a contract without reading it. - to be truthful, she was scared to deny him. He was statuesque and confident while she was cowering in her chair. - I would like some time to read it ... maybe ask a lawyer to look over it.

 - Are you negotiating with me, Miss Y/N? - he was intrigued, watching as she used the last shred of courage she had to nod her head yes. - I don’t negotiate, Miss Y/N, but since my fianceé is rather found of you ... I’ll give you a day. How does that sound?

  - Thank you, Sebastian.

  - You may go now. - she beamed almost like a Disney Princess, preparing herself to pick up her contract, her hand reaching the paper before his hand wrapped itself around her wrist, stopping her from taking her hand away. She squealed softly, not expecting the sudden grip on her wrist. - Tell Genevieve to come in, please.

   - Yes, sir.

He loosened the grip on her wrist thus allowing her to grab her contract and almost rush out of his office, leaving him to watch her leave and close the door behind her. She was positively dewy-eyed, ingenuous even, possibly the first woman he’d met within the mob who didn’t carry a knife under her skirt or spoke with the confidence of a stone queen. She was like a little daisy in the middle of blood soaked roses. However, he couldn’t help the route his mind took whenever she called him sir.

[oh-take-this-longing]

LFRP: Adelaide Azmerien

Adelaide is closed-off, introverted, and a bit uncomfortable in her own skin. She seeks to fix the last problem by pushing herself to the limits and mastering the art of swordplay. She is proud, cynical, and always dreaming of running away from her responsibilities (and never doing it). She is an Ishgardian noble and red mage duelist. 

THE BASICS –––

Name: Adelaide Azmerien

Age: 33

Nameday: 28th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon

Race: Wildwood, Elezen

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral

Marital Status: Distant and unattached

Server: Balmung (Crystal data center)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Long and dark red, Adelaide has naturally curly hair that she desperately tries to keep straightened as she finds her curls too wild and uncontrollable. And Adelaide does not like having any part of herself uncontrolled.

Eyes: Adelaide has eyes the same red as her hair and her lips.

Height: 73.2 (6′1″)

Build: Adelaide prides herself on how fit and trained she keeps her body. Like most elezen she is tall and willowy naturally, but she is also quite strong and graceful. Because Adelaide wants everything about herself to appear ‘just so’ and silently revels in appearing somewhat unapproachable- she also stands with perfect posture, head held high, shoulders back, and back straight.

Common Accessories: Adelaide always has a sword on her-- even when her family complains that it really ruins the mood of a party if she’s standing there in the corner with a sword at her hip. Most commonly it is a rapier, but she trains with multiple types of swords and can occasionally be seen with one of those. She also commonly wears a simple, but elegant, ivory ring that marks her as a duelist in the not-entirely-legal dueling circle she’s a part of. She frequently has a pocketwatch that she looks at (quite often) during parties and wears white wool coats with big buttons, elegant gloves, and exceedingly well-cared for and clean boots. Recently she has taken to wearing lovely ribbons in her hair when she is not dueling. She has nothing much to say about these ribbons other than “they were a gift”.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Adelaide’s “profession” is doing the accounting and paperwork for her House. It’s a job that frustrates and annoys her. She also keeps herself busy by teaching wealthy children sword techniques and calligraphy (which she insists are very similar fields of study).  Never spoken of in public is that Adelaide also fights for the “honor” of her family by partaking in underground duels when the Azemerien House (rather infamously an unpleasant group of wealthy ne'er-do-wells) runs afoul of another noble house. It was discovered rather early on that Adelaide, who did not have the charm or inclination to rise in the ranks of social popularity, did have an impressive ability at fighting. Doing what they could to shrug off the fact that the eldest daughter of the House had intimidated every potential suitor and was a sighing, irritable wallflower at parties-- her family has since found a use for her by getting into fights and having Adelaide finish them for them.

Hobbies: Exercise/training, maintaining a winter rose garden at her estate, calligraphy, learning new styles of swordplay, collecting books of poetry, attempting to learn various forms of music (and failing miserably at all said attempts), feeding birds and fish.

Residence: Adelaide lives in Foundation with her rather large and very unpleasant family.

Birthplace: Ishgard

Patron Deity: Halone, the Fury who she reveres enough that she’s named her chocobo “Glacier” with the explanation that Halone is known for ‘moving Glaciers’ and so she might as well be known for the same.

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: Adelaide suspects that she will never be married. Her family doesn’t love that.

Children: See above.

Parents: Adelaide does not get along with either her mother or her father. All the same, she feels it’s her responsibility to set that aside and do what is best for the family.

Siblings: Adelaide is the oldest in the family. She has 4 younger brothers and 1 younger sister. Her youngest brother is very sickly and requires a lot of expensive care that her parents and other siblings do not seem interested in dealing with. This brother and his affection for the rest of the family and her affection for him is the reason that Adelaide does not just leave though she frequently fantasizes about it. 

Other Relatives: She has two uncles, one who has recently passed away (of rather mysterious circumstance). That uncle had a daughter, Adelaide’s cousin Koriah Azmerien, who ran away from the House when she fell in love with a hyur named Lysander in Limsa. She is missing and presumed dead, but before she vanished she asked the family to take care of her lover’s younger brother, a boy named Evander ( @dumb-hat ). Though Adelaide and Evander did not spend much time together, she none-the-less considers him family (even if the majority of her family absolutely does not.)

Pets: Adelaide loves all animals but particularly loves fish and birds. She has an aquarium of fish and, while she does not own any birds, she often buys seed and feeds wild ones.

TRAITS –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––

Smoking Habit: Nope.

Drugs: No

Alcohol: Adelaide doesn’t care for most alcohol simply because she’s seen her family act disgracefully when inebriated. But she does love wine... Particularly Suhd Viandja,

RP HOOKS –––

Righteous Riposte Adelaide has the most pride in her fighting ability and will always accept a challenge for a duel. Perhaps you have found yourself on the wrong side of her horrible family (very easy to do) and have been challenged by House Azmerien to a duel. If that is the case, it is Adelaide that you (or your cavalier) will face. Or perhaps you’d like to learn to learn sword styles from an Ishgardian instructor? Adelaide can do that too.

Eat the Rich: Are you playing someone who wants to steal from snooty nobility? Well, Adelaide’s family is a perfect mark for that. Adelaide, herself, looks like a good mark for it too. 

Fighting for a Cause: Adelaide would be more than happy to work as someone’s bodyguard or assist in plots to protect Ishgard that might benefit from her skills.

High Society: Adelaide does not like to be flustered, so the best kind of RP will do exactly that! She can be at any fancy party wishing that she wasn’t. Even if she’s standoffish-- I’m not! I will happily engage in RP.

Talk to her at all: If you want to RP with her? YAY! I like that! I want to RP with you too, I bet! We’ll work it out.

CONTACT INFORMATION  –––

Contacting me here on tumblr or finding me in game is the best bet. If you see Adelaide out in the world, please say hello! I’d love her to make more friends (or rivals, depending on what you think would be fun!)

I do have a Discord and I do enjoy RPing on it. I don’t give that information out right away though. I’d like to interact in game or through tumblr a few times before engaging in that way.

I have craaaazy work hours. I work the night shift M-F. That means that I’m on very early in the morning and sometimes in the late afternoon/early evening. I’m usually not on very late unless it’s a weekend.

Notes –––

Ahhhh! I’m so excited to meet new characters and players! Adelaide wants to be cold and aloof-- but that’s probably not fun to RP with for long... so I promise she will open up and there will be silly moments. Frankly, it wouldn’t be much fun for me to play a character that is just wholly unpleasant 100% of the time.

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we’ll have (a devil of a time)

Felix throws a wrench in Lila’s meticulous planning when he refuses to be wooed by grandiose tales of adventure and daring, when he refuses to give away any hint of what she might lie about to get his attention. Somehow, this leads to Marinette shaking hands with all the wrong (right) people. 

Happy @felixmonth, y’all! 

This new kid, this Felix, is never going to fit in. Everyone can see it the moment he steps through the door on that first day, black suit and scowl in tow, and slouches into the seat at the back of the class next to Chloe, prim and proper, glowering all the while. He catches Lila’s eye immediately, with his tangible air of wealth and power, the sheer amount of usefulness he seems to hold in his brooding body. 

Of course, her interest lasts exactly as long as it takes for Felix to make it very clear that he has absolutely no interest in her, no matter how much she lies or cajoles him into joining the rest of the class. 

“Hey, Felix!” She starts by sidling up to him, turns on the charm she thinks she has. She’s got him pegged, she’s sure of it: a pretty boy like that, all dark and mysterious, has got to want space to be sensitive and vulnerable. He longs to be their friend, and Lila knows it. All she has to do is give him a chance. 

Then he immediately declines her exclusive invite to the Winter Social After-Party (hosted by her, of course), leaving the split halves of her invitation to flutter pathetically to the ground.

“I prefer to spend my time with people of consequence, thanks.”

Just like that, Lila is left scrambling to piece together the torn shreds of her plan. Alright, then. If he won’t be friends with her, he won’t be friends with anyone. 

She lets her gaggle of admirers reassure her over and over that “He was so mean to you, Lila! How could he say such a thing?”, that of course she doesn’t have to associate with a bully (no matter how sweet and generous and self-sacrificing she is, oh!), Lila makes it her business to meticulously bar Felix from each and every social circle she can manage. 

Irritatingly, this suits Felix just fine. He sits at the back of the class every day next to Chloe, making it seem like the back was something to choose instead of somewhere that the lowest echelons of the class, the dregs of society, were banished to. 

Marinette has gotten used to watching the back. She could be exiled at any moment, after all. So she’s seen the way Chloe doesn’t cling to Felix and heard the way Lila and Alya whisper snide comments from their seats next to her just quietly enough that she can’t hear without asking, watched them stiffen and shush on the occasion Felix walks by their table. A slight nervous fidget. A muttered “speak of the devil.” 

Marinette knows that associating with Felix is a social death sentence. She also knows that he makes Lila uncomfortable, off balance. Most of all, she knows that her own social life is hanging by a thread. Marinette is done waiting for someone else to cut the string and send her crashing. Her life is not meant to be waiting for someone else’s choices. 

She finds him at lunch at the backmost table by the trash cans, the table of outcasts and degenerates, lounging in the shade of a tree. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting him a mottled medley of light and darkness until a cloud passes overhead and sends his features into shadow. He picks at his plate, a vulture seeking a soft patch of flesh.

“Hey.” 

He looks up, but not directly at her. He doesn’t respond. The fork hangs suspended a little above the plate.

“I’m Marinette. You’re Felix, right? I know Lila’s turned the class against you, and that’s pretty rough. I’ve been there. I’m actually still kind of there. I know you already have Chloe, I’d like to be your friend too.” She sits opposite him and begins eating with an air of determined purpose. He waits a long moment. 

“I don’t need friends.” He spits at last. 

Marinette pauses between bites. “Let me be clear. I’m not giving you a choice about this. Call it a partnership if you want, a merger of interests, whatever. Lila is going to wreck you and you could do worse than to have someone who knows exactly what her game is working with you.”

“...I see. And what exactly do you know?” He goes back to eating, unconvinced and dripping with condescension. 

“You know Lila is lying, obviously. Do you know why?” 

“I know very well why.” He says, a sharp edge of arrogance entering into his voice “She makes people like her to get what she wants. I’ve known people like her.”

“And what does she want from you?”

“I’m rich.” 

“You’re cold. You’re standoffish and mean and an absolute prick. You’re an easy target to make her look good. She’s going to be out here doing her best to be your friend,” and she spits that word like a curse too, “and you’re going to ‘bully’ her, turn down her made up offers and snub her parties, and she’ll say it’s because you think you’re too good to hang out with them but of course she doesn’t think that! She wants to see the best in you! Until the rest of the class hates you, thinks you're the worst person on the planet for daring to breathe the same air as them.” 

He goes silent then, fork still frozen in the air as his knuckles grow bone-white on the gleaming metal. After a long moment, he adds “What do I care? This nobody school doesn’t matter to me, and neither does anyone in it...” He hesitates, glancing at the seat next to him, then returns with renewed vitriol. “What value does this have to me?”

Marinette scoffs. “You of all people should know better than that. We’re insanely well connected, didn’t you know? Rose is friends with Prince Ali. Juleka is in Kitty Section, which has been aired on TV. Adrien is… Adrien, and you already know Chloe. Alya runs the most popular superhero blog in Paris. And as much as I hate to brag, I’ve won competitions for Gabriel Agreste, I’ve worked with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, I’m the costumer for Kitty Section, I’ve been on TV, and you’d better well take me seriously! You think these people won’t figure out who you care about and leave it in ruins for you to cry in the ashes of?! Just because they haven’t yet doesn’t mean they never will.” She hesitates. “You don’t know them like I do. They’re insanely loyal.” 

“Not to you,” he scoffs.

“That’s the problem.” 

Silence hangs thick in the air. At long last, gives a small, conciliatory nod. “I… see. Perhaps this could be a… profitable arrangement.”

Marinette gazes sardonically at him, as he begins to flounder with his hands, reaching out for a hug and then a handshake, shimmying awkwardly in place. She waits a moment, amused, then sticks her hand out for him to shake. 

He takes it. 

“This is what you were going for, right? It’s your signature move.” Her voice shifts suddenly into something playful and light, and Felix is knocked off balance. This is… different. 

He sputters. “It seemed… appropriate for our agreement, okay!” 

“It’s called a ‘friendship’, you know.” Marinette sticks out her tongue and winks. 

Felix blushes. “I wasn’t… I didn’t… it’s an unfamiliar phrasing… for me.” 

“I’ll help you get used to it,” she promises, “That’s what friends are for!”

He chuckles a bit, an uneasy, unpracticed sound. Marinette smiles, genuinely this time, and they settle in to eat in comfortable silence.

It becomes a familiar habit, an easy routine: Marinette joins Felix for lunch, jokes around and teases him until he’s bright pink and laughing, then slips away once Chloe makes an appearance. She waits for him after class on the days Chloe rushes off early, and finds herself walking home with him, the space between them shrinking each day.

Felix finds himself having parallel conversations, one snide and one almost curious, both vulnerable and resigned to losing the only friend they have left, offering their own selves up for sacrifice as if it would hurt less if they gave it freely instead of having it torn from them. 

“Why do you even hang out with her?” Chloe and Marinette both ask him. 

“You two are a lot alike, you know. You’d never see it in her, but you’re also not looking. You should.”

That’s all he’ll say about it, and they learn not to push. 

One day, Chloe shows up early, and Marinette is left scrambling to pull the leftovers of her lunch together, clumsier in her rush than she ever is. She sits down on the bench, shoving Marinette over and announcing that she’ll be “slumming it with the commoners, actually,” and won’t be eating at her hotel anymore. Her eyes look every direction but Marinette’s.

“Alright,” Felix responds placidly. He picks up his lunch and walks around the bench, settling back in next to Marinette. “Please don’t push my friends around, Chloe.” 

“Well, I--” Chloe is taken aback, hurt. “The rule has always been that she’ll leave when I show up! I’m here now, so she can shove right out of here, thanks.” 

Marinette sputters. “We had an agreement! You get half of lunch and all of class and it’s not like that’s less time than I get, and I was about to leave anyways but now I don’t think I will. Thanks.”

“He’s my friend! You and I both know he’s only tolerating you because of who you know,” and at that Chloe glances over to the rest of the class sprawled out on the grass, giggling over Lila’s latest fantasy adventure. 

Something like hellfire burns in Marinette’s chest and she swallows it down. 

“Fine. I’ll leave.” 

Felix moves faster than anyone, standing up and gathering her lunch in his arms, tucking it gently into her bag. He swings her backpack onto his arm, which looks wildly out of place with its cheerful pink against his dour grey vest, and then gently pulls her hand into his. 

“I’ll leave with you, Marinette.” 

Chloe gapes, eyes bulging, an ugly startled expression that Felix knows she isn’t faking. 

“You’re going to choose her over me?” For once her voice is quiet. 

“...I can’t let you pull me wherever you want, Chloe. Marinette is my fr-- my friend. Just like you are.” 

“Why not?!”

Marinette lets Felix pull her up, his arm wrapping around her waist, and then pauses uncomfortably, standing where she is. 

“...look. Do you want to just come with us? Felix keeps saying we’re alike. Maybe it’s time to find out why.” 

Chloe’s face contorted into an unpleasant grimace, as if she’d just swallowed the bitterest pill in the world and, grudgingly, came out the healthier for it.

“I… what are you doing, Marinette? We don’t like each other. That’s what we do.”

“...yeah, well.” Marinette glances over at the class again. “I could use another friend. Couldn’t you?” 

Felix grins. “Or a business partner!” 

“...I could manage business partners, probably.” Chloe smirks and Marinette smiles back when Chloe reaches out to shake her hand. 

“You two are so alike! It’s so cute that you’re getting along.” Lila’s saccharine voice cuts through their tentative conversation and sends them startling. Alya’s just a few steps behind her, scurrying to follow with Lila’s bag clutched in her arms. It would be worrying how much she looks like Sabrina, if Marinette still had it in her to care. Months of passive aggressiveness and constantly being in the wrong had taken its toll on her, and she was done. Isn’t that why she had sought out Felix to begin with? 

Felix is already helping her up again, pulling her up from the bench as Chloe storms up to Lila only to brush past her, shoving her shoulder into Lila’s chest. Alya catches sight of Felix’s arm around Marinette’s waist, and calls out. 

“You’re really going to make a deal with the devil, Marinette? Is that how low you’ve sunk?” Alya’s voice is uncharacteristically malicious. “You won’t be friends with Lila, you antagonize her, bully her, and now you’re befriending her bully? This is the person you want to be? Ugh. I can’t believe I ever thought you were worth being my friend.” 

Chloe pauses, halfway between the table and the door to the classroom, and spins around on her heel, snapping into place with a confident click. The old smirk is back now, given a new purpose.

“Actually, Alya Cesaire, you aren’t worth her friendship.”

Alya is frozen in something in the middle of furious and offended and gaping, humiliation shock, and Marinette is frozen right there with her. Hesitantly, gazing at Chloe in shock, she sidles a little closer to her. Chloe is still going.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I hate this goody two shoes queen of perfection, but you? Have you forgotten when she’s done for you? After all the terrible advice you’ve given her over the last year, I’d think you’d be on your knees begging her to stay. After all, isn’t she the one who helped you get an interview with Ladybug for your blog? No one had even heard of it until then. And she was the one that helped you go on dates with Nino while she babysat. She’s the one that brings you cookies every morning and coffee when you’re tired and lets you crash at her place. You think she should be waiting for you? Darling, you’ve gone and lost what little mind you had left. You have no idea what you’re pushing away.”

Marinette can’t figure out what has possessed Chloe, to say all these words in Marinette’s defense that have been burning a hole in Marinette’s chest for so long but have never quite found their way out. She doesn’t even know how Chloe knows all this. She gapes at Chloe in newfound admiration and awe, suddenly aware of how the same venom that Chloe had always drowned Marinette in can be used to pull her back up. 

Felix is getting impatient at the door, and Marinette slips her hand around Chloe’s wrist to pull her away. Chloe doesn’t stop, just redirects her attention to Marinette, flipping her ponytail back behind her like she’s dismissing Alya and Lila. 

“What. An. Idiot. You know?” 

Marinette gapes for a moment and then bursts into giggles. “You’re right!”

“Like, I don’t like you but at least I can recognize the value you have as a friend.”

Chloe determinedly doesn’t look at Marinette as she says it, and Marinette doesn’t respond for a long moment. When she does, she squeezes her hand still wrapped around Chloe’s wrist and goes quiet, soft, fond. 

“I like you too, Chloe. I’m glad we’re going to be friends now.” 

Felix grabs Marinette’s other hand as they get to the doors. 

“Business partners, huh?” 

Both girls stick their tongues out at him. 

Alya watches them leave, her hands crumpling into angry fists. She manages two furious, determined steps after them before Lila summons her back.

“Wait.”

She’s sitting at the table now, lounging across the seat like a traitor on a newly conquered throne. Alya turns back to her. Her mouth, gaping a moment ago, has hardened into a razor-tight line. 

“Let them go. They’re not worth you, Alya. They’re being bad friends. What was that you told me about Felix? You don’t have to associate yourself with bullies, right? C’mon. Let's have lunch!” She swings her legs back over and starts making her way over to the shaded grass under the trees, settling with her feet tucked under her. Lila stretches out a hand, nails manicured and neat, and waits until Alya takes it. 

Lila pulls Alya down, and grins with all her teeth bared.

[daisylincs]

Soulmates can be romantic or platonic, met early on in life or well into the grey years, male or female, few or many - the only thing Skye has always known for sure is that she doesn't have any.

Most people have two, or even three or four or five, right from the moment of their birth; denoted as different-coloured lines shimmering on their wrists.

Skye might have had lines there when she was a baby, but by the time she's old enough to understand what their absence means, they're long gone.

(Soulmate lines, they say, can only fade for two reasons - one, if the person the bond represents passes away, or two, if they change so completely that the bond doesn't recognise them anymore.)

Skye doesn't know why her lines faded, and she doesn't really want to. What she does know, though? She desperately wants more.

There is no feeling more lonely than a bare wrist, than the knowledge that nobody cares enough about her to even think about loving her - because no matter how despairingly she wishes for it, none of her many foster parents or siblings show up as lines on her wrist.

Eventually, she starts thinking it's her fault - because how can't it be? Even some other orphans have lines on their wrists.

She starts to accept it, eventually. She's broken, unlovable. Nothing to be done about it.

So she runs away, joins a band of people who'll never see her face, and tells herself she believes in their mission.

(She even meets a boy there, and he's as broken and distanced as she is - more, even. Still, she can't help hoping that they might find something in each other...

When nothing shows up on either of their wrists, she persuades herself she isn't disappointed.)

She has all but given up hope on soulmate lines, whatsoever, when the door of her van is pulled open mid-speech, and her whole life is thrown upside-down.

Her first soulmate line appears not long after, when she rushes into the arms of the little British scientist who would have thrown herself off the plane to save them all - a slight burn on the inside of her wrist as she is hugging Jemma tight, and when she glances down a moment later, there is a single line there.

It's a warm hazel colour, like Jemma's eyes, and when Jemma feels the matching sting on her own arm, she glances up at Skye, her eyes crinkling in a smile.

Her line, she is shocked and deeply pleased to note, is a deep purple on her friend's skin.

A couple of weeks later, when she and Fitzsimmons are singing Moana at the tops of their voices one movie night, she feels another small burn on her wrist.

This line is light blue, like Fitz's eyes.

She receives her next line the first time she hugs Coulson - there are tears in her eyes, tears blurring her entire soul as he confirms her worst childhood fears.

But she doesn't miss the slight burn on the inside of her wrist.

When she looks down, the line is the same dark blue colour as his favourite suit.

The next soulmate line catches her completely by surprise, though, in retrospect, she doesn't know why.

Before she is shot, she has three lines on her wrist; blue blue hazel.

When she wakes up, there is another there, deep black and somehow steady and reassuring.

She doesn't have to look to know that there will be a purple line on Agent May's wrist.

She never receives Ward's line, though she tries, working to get as close to him as possible.

(Later, after the reveal, after the fall, she's glad about that, and disgusted at herself.

Ward's line, she thinks, would have been the same sickly grey as his prison suit.)

The months pass, and she is content with her life at SHIELD, with her four soulmate lines - four more than she ever thought she'd have.

Then one morning, she wakes up to another, bright and golden as daylight.

She knows immediately who it signifies - only Trip, after all, could be behind something that was so essentially sunshine personified.

(When that line fades, she spends many a cold night in her quarantine cell waking up and reaching for it, then breaking into wracking sobs when she inevitably found its comforting, warm tingle missing.)

She almost misses it when her next line burns itself onto her wrist - she is readying herself for her first jump (her first non-Lola jump, that is) and Hunter, bless his secretly sweet soul, is helping her with her parachute’s straps. 

When he steps away with one of his signature quippy remarks, there is another line on his wrist, this one a warm, rich amber. 

Skye wonders where that colour comes from, but that night, when Hunter toasts to their successful mission with a bottle of Bendeery’s, she realises. 

She’s amused, but also touched, oddly - because the little lighter flecks in the amber of the line are a very similar colour to Bobbi’s hair. 

(She thinks that everything about that line suits Hunter, really - sarcastic, standoffish and rebellious at first glance, but compassionate and deeply caring once you got to know him.) 

Bobbi’s line makes itself known at a much more dramatic time - Skye is terrified, her body shaking from the inside out, and holding onto the steadiness of May’s black line on her wrist for strength as she fights this not-her-SHIELD agent. 

There is a shot, Bobbi screams, Skye holds up her hands and somehow blocks it - but as she does, she feels a burn on the inside of her wrist, in time with the genuine no!! that flashes in Bobbi’s eyes. 

It is a long, long time before she gets to look at that line, but when she does, it is a deep emerald green - stately and beautiful, but with echoes of great power behind it. 

Much like Bobbi, she thinks.

(Later, in colder years when she can’t hear Bobbi and Hunter’s laughter and bickering anymore, she likes to sit down in the quiet of the common room and brush her fingers over their lines, side by side and still strong against her skin.

They’re still out there, she knows, and it is a comfort.) 

But before that, she is in Afterlife, and she wakes up to a deep red line on her wrist one day - red like the reddest roses, like love immediate and ever-persevering.

She thinks it’s her mother’s line, and her heart has never felt happier. 

(It is only later, hugging him in a cold SHIELD corridor before sending him off to be lost to her forever, that she realises it was her father’s line all along. 

The line fades when his memory does, but on particularly good days, she thinks she sees the faintest shimmer of a rose-coloured line there, as though just a hint of love was carried through despite the TAHITI program.

She loves him all the more for it.)

Mack’s line comes somewhere in those trying weeks, when both her parents are gone and she just needs a partner - he is there for her. 

And one night, so is his line, a gentle forest green. 

(She doesn’t get that particular cosmic joke until she meets Yo-Yo and Turtleman becomes a thing, and then she laughs so hard that she nearly splits her sides.) 

Lincoln is the first romantic soulmate she gets a line for - and she notices it, cliché as it is, right after their first kiss. 

It is apt, though, seeing as she’s trying to protect him, and he’s trying to protect her, and they’re full of grand announcements about how much they mean to each other and... yeah, it’s kind of a mess.

But when he’s with her again, and times are happier, she teases him mercilessly about the colour of his line - a crackly yellow-white, like lightning according to him, (according to her, it’s like popcorn, as an eternal cosmic punishment for that terrible popcorn joke he had to go and make when they first met.) 

She even gains a shiny silver line in the middle of a mission when Joey jumps in front of a stream of bullets for her. 

Things are good. Things are so, so good. 

Then, Hive. 

When Lincoln’s line fades from her wrist, in perfect time with the flicker of the little dot of the quinjet on her screen, it is like her entire world fades to grey. 

Everything she’s always believed? It’s still true, only worse than even she ever thought.

It’s not that she’s unloveable - it’s that she should be. 

(Just look at the deaths she’s caused, so shortly after their lines appeared on her wrist! Just look at all the danger she’s put her friends, her team, her family in -) 

She leaves. She leaves to protect them.

And as she crouches in her van, or in dark alleys, she screams at the lines on her wrist, “go away go away go away! Stop caring about me, I don’t deserve it.” 

But they never do, and slowly, slowly, she returns back to their source. 

Elena’s is the first new line she receives - as bold and bright an orange as that favourite striped sweater of hers she used to love wearing around base. 

Daisy hasn’t seen it in a while, but when the line appears on her wrist, it feels like a tangible reminder that she hasn’t lost everything. Not yet.

She returns, and though they are forced to live through the two living hells that are the Framework and the Kree-ruled future, they get through it. 

(They are a soul family, after all. They have to.

And whenever she fears for any of their safety, Daisy just has to touch the lines still standing out against her skin to know that they’re still okay out there.) 

Then Coulson’s line starts to fade.

She doesn’t notice it at first, since it’s just a slight blackening at the edges, but after he collapses on them, she does, and it's shattering. He won’t even let them try to save him! 

But she won’t accept that. She will not lose another soul line. 

Instead, she... gains another? 

She isn’t even sure when exactly it happened, when his stupid jokes started to become endearing instead of just dumb, when his ridiculous fascination with everyday things became almost sweet - but when they’re on a spaceship shooting up to meet the Kree together, she reaches for his hand.

And she feels the now-familiar burn of a line on the inside of her wrist.

To her amusement, his line is bright yellow - lemon yellow. He blushes furiously at that, but she laughs it off. 

Her laughter fades fast when not one, but two lines disappear within a few days of that.

Fitz’s is first, and her heart stops as she clutches onto her wrist. Yes, a lot has happened between them lately, but she never wanted him dead, and he... he was her second line -

Then his line reappears. 

It’s faint, and pulsing in and out, but it’s there. 

(She and Jemma both cling to that in the year that comes, searching through the dark, lonely depths of space in a desperate attempt to find him and steady that line.) 

When Coulson’s line fades, she thinks it might be the worst pain of her life - but she watches May’s line, and how it stays ever-steady, ever-strong on her wrist.

She draws her own strength from it.

And they get through it, until eventually, they are there: one final mission. 

She never does get a line for LMD Coulson, despite the hell of an emotional ride it was to see him again. 

It’s fitting that way, though. He agrees.

(That doesn’t stop her from signing her name in purple ink onto his wrist when they send him off on his world travels - because even if it isn’t quite the same, she will always care about him.

He stares at her name for a long, long time, then pulls her into a tight hug. And she understands.) 

The next line she gets surprises her almost more than its timing does - it’s a time loop, for crying out loud! 

But she wakes up after the umpteenth repeat, and it is there, solid and blue and so unbelievably Sousa that she could kiss him. 

(She does, actually.) 

The line that hurts the most of any she’s ever received is one that fades mere moments after she receives it, though. It is a regal, midnight blue, and it appears in a fierce burn when Jiaying steps in front of Malick for her. 

She watches the line fade as she cradles her mother’s hair, and through the tears that blur her world, she manages to be grateful that she got to see what her birth line would have looked like, at least. 

She knows that Jiaying did love her unconditionally now, at least. 

And eventually, eventually, a new line appears where Jiaying’s was once cradled - this one is orange and fiery, with all the force of its owner’s powers, and with all of her natural love for the nebulas she explores so keenly. 

It isn’t a replacement - it won’t ever be. 

But it’s a blessing of a different kind. 

And - the Daisy Johnson who watches the stars with her sister and her new love is a far cry from the one who believed she was unloveable all those years ago. She has a whole ream of soulmate lines now (including those three, lemon amber and green, that she still checks every night before they turn out the lights, just to make sure they’re still alive and well.

They are.)

Watching those stars, Daisy thinks that, ultimately, soulmates aren't born, they're made.

And she’s made herself the best soulmates she could ever have dreamed of.

(Daisy Johnson Soulmate AU headcanons for the @agentsofchallenges AoS March Madness challenge! <3)

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presenting the weirdest and crackiest but also fluffiest shit i’ve ever written, i bring you nearly 5k words of riconti snail au snippets. if you haven’t seen @skllyr‘s adorable art about them, you should!

ship: felix x ace warnings: none word count: 4850

Felix X Ace: Love is stored in the snail

Ace Visconti thought he’d seen it all; from lavish spectacles of prestigious poker tournaments to the dangerous underworld he inevitably ended up involved with, and finally to a realm where the laws of nature meant nothing and death wasn’t permanent. But what eventually takes the cake for Weirdest Shit Ace Has Ever Seen isn’t one of the otherworldly monsters hunting him or seeing one of his numerous wounds heal up right before his eyes; it’s a snail. A goddamn snail. It just appears at the campfire one day, sitting on top of a medkit Dwight reaches for and causing the boy to yelp in surprise once he sees the small stowaway. Ace doesn’t quite understand why everyone is suddenly so eager to take a closer look at a random slug instead of hearing one of his exciting and totally-not-embellished stories, but he joins the small commotion forming around the snail nonetheless. And then he suddenly sees why. The snail not only has an eye-catching light blue shell with a gaudy flamingo pattern on it, it’s also dressed up in tiny sunglasses and a baseball cap between its antennas. Ace looks down at his own pastel blue flamingo sweater and fidgets self-consciously with his shades, wondering whether he should bring up the uncanny likeness— “Is it just me, or does the snail look Ace?” Laurie asks, glancing between Ace and the bug with furrowed eyebrows. “No, I… definitely see a resemblance,” Dwight says. “What should we name it?” Claudette asks. “I mean it's a snail that looks like Ace, so… Snace?” Nea suggests. “Snace it is!” Meg decides, snickering at Ace’s misfortune. “I'm glad you're having fun,” Ace snorts, glaring at the snail for stealing his spotlight. The girls hurry to make a home for the snail in the medkit, which Ace finds all kinds of ridiculous. They give it some bandages and twigs to hide and "play" in, whatever the fuck that means for a snail, and Claud gives it edible flowers to nibble on.

Ace tries his best to ignore the snail, but when he gets back from a trial and sees some of the group passing it between their hands and taking turns to hold it, he can’t help watching them. It’s Dwight’s turn now, their leader cradling the snail in his hands and looking way too happy with the situation. “Do you want to try?” Dwight asks, noticing Ace's staring. “Uhh… sure," Ace says, not having the heart to ruin everyone’s good mood. He goes to grab the snail from Dwight's hand, lifting it by the obnoxiously colored shell— “Not like that, you absolute moron!” Jake snaps, slapping Ace's hand away. “You're going to hurt him. You need to slide him off, not lift upwards,” Jake explains, showing how to do it, plopping the snail down on Ace's hand. It's… slimy and kind of gross. The snail seems confused, feeling around with its antennas. And then, it slowly starts to slither forward. “It's kinda cute,” Ace realizes, watching the little snail face with its little shades. It's the coolest snail he's ever seen for sure, but he wouldn't expect anything less from his doppelgänger. “You go, little guy,” Ace encourages the snail, poking it gently on its shell in encouragement. The snail wobbles a bit, and then its tiny face turns to look at Ace, and— “Ew, it pooped on me!” Ace realizes and Dwight chokes on a laugh while Jake smirks smugly and removes Snace from his hand. Ace could just be imagining it, but the snail looks way too pleased with himself.

Other survivors join and, sooner or later, everyone except Ace seems to fall in love with Snace. “He's just like Ace,” their newest teammate, Kate, comments. “What's that supposed to mean, Sunshine?” Ace challenges playfully. “He's a little slimey but everyone still loves him!” Kate smiles brightly and Ace’s witty comeback dies on his tongue at the unexpected heartfelt remark.

And eventually, when their small group has expanded to over twenty people, there's Felix. And no matter how hard he tries, Ace can’t help sneaking glances at the serious German. He’s tall. Blond. Handsome. Rich. Smart. Did he say handsome? Oh, and Felix hates Snace. “This is our pet snail, Snace!” Steve introduces with an excited grin while giving Felix the tour of their modest campgrounds. “A… snail?” Felix frowns. “Yeah! Do you wanna hold him?” Steve asks, already reaching his hand into the medkit. “No!” Felix recoils away, before seeming to collect himself. “I'm, um… not a pet person.” Ace tries (and fails) not to take it personally that Felix finds Snace to be repulsive and will just scoff and roll his eyes whenever the others discuss him. What the hell is his problem, anyway?

And then, something never before seen happens; they get another snail. “Guys!” Cheryl runs into camp, looking out of breath and cradling something in her hands. “Look what I found!” Ace goes to look right along with the others, and in the girl’s hands is a pale snail with a dark blue shell and a pattern resembling a suit collar on its neck. It doesn't have fashionable accessories like Snace, but there’s a tiny briefcase next to it. “Oh my god! He's so cute!” Meg squeals, making the snail retract into its shell in fear. “Aww, he's shy!” Kate coos. “Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?” Nea suddenly says with a grin, glancing between Felix and the snail. Several heads turn in the German's direction, taking in his dark blue suit and pale complexion. “…What?” Felix asks, just as standoffish as ever. “Snelix!” Nea exclaims proudly. When several others join in to cheer and chant Snelix’s name, Felix just sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in a gesture that screams "end me".

Everyone is eager to introduce Snelix to Snace, gathering around the medkit, even forcing Felix to watch. “Look, Snace! A new friend!” Cheryl says, gently plopping Snelix down into the medkit. Snace immediately starts slithering toward him, while Snelix just seems confused, rooted in place. “Aww! He's excited!” Dwight smiles. Snace reaches out his snail whiskers in a greeting, and Snelix recoils, slinking a little into his shell. “Oh, he's nervous!” Kate coos. “Don't worry doll, Snace is nice.” As if sensing the woman's words, Snelix cautiously comes out of his shell, hesitantly reaching out an antenna. “There you go, bud!” Ace encourages his snailself. “Take it slow, don't scare him away.” He glances at Felix, standing at the edge of the group with his arms crossed. If only people had it as easy as snails— “Oh, god!” Nancy exclaims in disgust, making Ace look back at the snails. And seeing Snace groping Snelix with his antennas while backing him into a corner. “Hey!” Ace chastices. “What did I just say!?” “Someone save him!” Laurie urges, but it seems Snelix can take care of himself, turning around and slinking up the medkit’s wall. “Aww, he's running away,” Steve pouts. “Good,” Felix huffs quietly from behind the group, and Ace pretends not to hear him. He also pretends that the comment doesn't sting, after trying and failing to get through the German's cold exterior for weeks.

Quentin tries to give Snelix one of his medkits to give him a place to live, but Snelix refuses to go in until it's cleaned up. “What a little snob,” Quentin snorts. “Yeah, how weird is that,” Yui smirks and glances at Felix in a way that’s definitely not subtle. Felix just scoffs and crosses his arms but, thankfully, doesn’t take the bait.

“Guys, I think Snace is depressed,” Meg says one day, looking into the medkit with a frown. “He's not even eating!” Claudette adds worriedly. “Maybe he's dying of old age,” Feng snarks. “I heard that,” Ace shoots back without any real heat. The snail isn't the only one who is feeling under the weather, Felix ignoring him for the last few days taking a toll on his confidence. “What if he misses Snelix?” Cheryl frowns. “Maybe we should try to introduce them again!” Steve exclaims. “No way,” Yui says. “Just because they're both snails doesn't mean they have to be friends.” “Yeah, let's at least give Snelix some time to settle in first,” Jeff suggests.

“Oh shit! Help!” Nea shouts not long after their previous conversation. “What's wrong?” Jane asks worriedly, immediately going into mom-mode. “Snelix is gone!” Nea says, showing them the empty med-kit. Is only takes those three words for the entire camp to erupt into panic. “NOBODY STEP ANYWHERE!” Jane commands. Thus commences the search for Snelix, with everyone participating and even Felix looking surprisingly worried. They eventually find Snelix is Snace's medkit, where they're just sitting next to each other munching on some leaves. “Aww! He walked all the way to his friend!” Kate beams. “Look how cute they are together!” Cheryl smiles. Ace feels his face heating up upon seeing the snails' close proximity. It almost looks like they're sitting next to each other cuddling while sharing a meal. He can't believe Snelix would actually come around, not to mention go through all that trouble to be with Snace. Someone probably put him there, but nobody fesses up. “Are they k-kissing?” Dwight squeaks in surprise when the snails seem to interrupt their meal just long enough to move their tiny whiskers together. “They're snails,” Zarina deadpans. “Most likely just conversing,” Adam adds. “I'm so glad they're getting along now!” Claudette sighs in relief. “Bro… what if we kissed? And we're both snails?” Feng says, propping her elbows up on a tree stump to watch the snails together. “Best snails forever,” Meg grins, joining the gamer. Ace discreetly clears his throat and mentally kicks himself for being jealous of goddamn snails. Even if him and Felix are getting along better day for day, Ace doesn't have any illusions that he’ll ever get to kiss the handsome architect. Still, a man can dream.

The snails seem happy to share a living space together and the next day, Ace even catches Felix observing them curiously. “It's funny how well our snails get along now,” Ace says conversationally, coming up beside Felix. “I'm not that surprised,” Felix says, looking at the snails climbing over each other and seeming to play together. “Looks like he just needed a little push,” Felix says bashfully. And something in Ace's head clicks at the comment. “Were you the one who put him there?” Ace asks, and Felix immediately clears his throat self-consciously. “I just wanted to try it,” Felix explains. “Maybe it would go better, since everything wasn't so new and people weren't staring. And it worked out.” Are… are they still talking about the snails? Or their own, slowly blossoming friendship? “He's been alone for so long,” Felix continues, looking back to the snails now sharing a piece of cucumber. “He deserves to be happy.” Felix smiles an adorable little smile and Ace realizes in just how deep shit he is with his stupid crush on the man. “I've never seen Snace so happy,” Ace agrees. “Just look at his smug little face.” “I thought he always looked happy,” Felix remarks. Ace fights himself for a moment, debating on whether he should be honest or not, or if he's read the situation completely wrong. “Maybe he's never had a real friend before,” Ace says, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Felix glancing at him, but doesn't dare look away from the snails.

And then one day… “Woah—what's wrong with the snails?” Steve calls from the medkit, Claudette immediately rushing closer to check. And then the botanist gasps in shock and everyone else hurries there too. “What happened—oh. Oh,” Quentin says, face flushing red, and Ace peers over the teen's shoulder to… See the snails in the middle of snail sex. “They're fucking,” Nea states matter-of-factly. “Yes Nea we can see that,” Laurie hisses, face pink from embarrassment. “Wot the—they're both blokes, innit?!” David seems confused. “Snails are hermaphrodites,” Adam points out. “Gay snails!” Feng exclaims cheerfully. “It's not gay if they're—” Adam tries again. “If what, they don't make eye contact?” Feng snickers right back. “No, I mean if they have both male and female reproductive organs,” Adam explains, looking embarrassed now. Ace glances at Felix and sees him staring at the snails with his mouth pressed into a thin line. But… he's also blushing. “Gay snails! Gay snails!” Feng, disregarding Adam's explanation, starts chanting. Jane and Laurie eventually have to pull some of the more eager onlookers away by their ears to give the snails some privacy.

One day, Felix returns from a trial and walks to Bill’s spot a little outside camp to return a map he borrowed earlier. He never makes it that far, because he spots Ace out in the woods, looking much more focused than Felix has ever seen as he fiddles with something in his hands. Ace doesn’t even notice him approaching, and Felix takes the opportunity to freely stare at the man who’s been slowly but surely occupying more and more of his thoughts. Ace’s sunglasses are pushed up into his hair and his tongue is poking out in concentration, and it’s completely beyond Felix’s understanding how someone can manage to look both so handsome and utterly ridiculous. “What are you doing?” Felix asks, and Ace’s head instantly snaps up to look at him in surprise. “I’m, uh…” Ace falters for once in his life, lowering his hands to hide whatever he was up to, but Felix catches the glint of something metallic. “Is that a needle? Do you need stitches?” Felix asks, not failing to hide the concern in his voice. “No, I—” Ace starts, but then falters and sighs in defeat. “Promise not to tell anyone.” He doesn’t wait for Felix’s reply before reaching his hand forward, opening his palm to show Felix… A tiny pink baseball cap with a thread and needle attached. “For… Snace?” Felix asks, struggling to take in the information that, somehow, this flamboyant loudmouth is making clothes for his pet snail. “He deserves a proper wardrobe, okay?” Ace huffs jokingly but pulls the project closer to himself defensively. It’s surprisingly… endearing. “I didn’t know you sewed,” Felix says instead of voicing his embarrassing thoughts. “Yeah, well, it comes in handy,” Ace points out. “Can’t tell you how many times I had to patch up a shirt after I barely escaped the cop—uh, competition,” Ace catches himself, grinning sheepishly. Felix raises a curious eyebrow but doesn’t push the topic. Instead, an idea forms in his head that he can’t help expressing. “Could you make a scarf for Snelix?” Felix says, and almost instantly regrets asking after realizing how stupid that sounds. But it makes Ace perk up in interest, and soon a wide grin is spreading over the gambler’s face. “Sure, I can do that!” Ace beams. “Why a scarf, though?” Felix is already opening his mouth to say because he loves scarves, but thankfully is able to stop himself. “They’re stylish,” he says instead. “Well well well, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were starting to like the little slimy bastards,” Ace grins. “They might be growing on me,” Felix admits with just the barest hint of a smirk. Hopefully Ace realizes he doesn’t mean just the snails.

One evening, Ace is sitting by himself, looking at Snace and Snelix living their best life. They eat a little bit of some of the flowers Claudette gave them earlier, before Snelix turns around to leave and Snace immediately follows him. They slither away to a secluded corner, laying next to each other and doing their little snail kisses, until Snelix eventually slumps and flattens to the ground, seeming to fall asleep. Snace sits next to him for a while, before he carefully moves away, slinking back to nom on the flowers. “Putting your boyfriend to sleep, huh?” Ace murmurs quietly, not wanting to wake Snelix. “I'm jealous of your life, buddy.” Snace lifts his head from the flower, his little shades looking Ace's way. “At least one of us got what he wanted. You did good for yourself, high five,” Ace whispers, holding up his finger in front of Snace for shits and giggles. And Snace, the snail that absolutely hates him, lifts one of his antennas and briefly touches his finger in a high five before going back to his meal. “Woah,” Ace breathes, a grin spreading over his face and glancing around camp, wanting to see if anyone was around to witness the event— And his eyes meet Felix's, standing behind him, staring at Ace talking to his snail like an absolute idiot. And probably having heard everything. “It, uh,” Ace starts when Felix isn't saying anything, the German's eyes wide from surprise. “He high-fived me.” “I, er…” Felix stutters in return, before clearing his throat. “I got some moss for them from Red Forest.” “Oh, neat,” Ace comments. “Snelix just fell asleep, but maybe you won’t wake him if you’re careful.” “No, I don't want to disturb them,” Felix says, crouching down next to Ace and placing the moss next to the medkit. They watch the snails in silence, Snace finishing his midnight snack, Ace debating on whether he should bring up the previous conversation or not. “Thank you,” Felix says instead, before Ace can strike up a conversation. “…For what?” “For being patient with me,” Felix murmurs. “I know I can come across as… cold.” Well that's an understatement if Ace has ever heard one. “Hmm, I guess you could say you needed some time to…” Ace says, pausing for comedic effect while he waits for Felix to turn to look at him for the punchline. “Come out of your shell.” Felix huffs a surprised laugh and turns his head away, but not before Ace sees a beautiful smile spreading over his normally serious face. They keep observing the snails, until Snace has finally had enough of the flowers, moving to lay next to Snelix. “Oh, he's awake,” Ace comments, seeing Snelix groggily lift his head toward Snace. He pushes up Snace's shades, dislodging the cap a bit before doing another little snail kiss. “Damn, that's adorable,” Ace grins. And then there's a hand on his temple, and Ace freezes as his shades are gently pushed up into his hair. He turns to look at Felix, heat rising up his neck, feeling vulnerable without the glasses, not able to hide his wide eyes searching Felix's own in a silent question. Felix's face is redder than usual but he looks more unguarded that Ace has ever seen, gaze dropping to Ace's lips while the hand on his forehead moves to cup his jaw. Ace holds his breath, not daring to say anything lest he ruin the mood and permanently mess up his chance with Felix. His thoughts are little more than white noise and excited screeching as he tilts his head up in silent invitation, and that's all it takes for Felix to lean down and claim his lips.

“Snace is getting fat,” Feng comments one day. “What!?” Ace exclaims, offended. “No he’s not!” “Hon, he does look a little… pudgier,” Kate comments. “He’s just… bloated, okay?” Ace insists, huffing defensively. “He’s a fucking fatass,” Feng corrects. “Yeah man, he’s really letting himself go,” Steve agrees with an infuriating smirk. “Okay, rude!” Ace scoffs. “Felix—” he starts, turning to his newly acquired boyfriend for solidarity, but sees the little shit is shaking from quiet laughter instead of being upset on his behalf. “Babe! Don’t tell me you agree with them!” Ace gasps in mock offense, hand over his heart. “Every time I’ve looked at him, he’s eating,” Felix manages to point out between snickers. “Absolutely terrible, the lot of you,” Ace huffs, peering into the medkit where the completely innocent Snace is… Munching on some berries Claudette placed there earlier. “You were saying?” Feng snarks, making Ace shoot a glare her way while Felix is still holding back chuckles.

When Ace gets back from a rather uneventful trial some time later, he notices Jake staring intently into the snails’ medkit. As he walks closer, it becomes apparent that the snails are having sex. “Jake, what the hell are you doing?” Ace asks the survivalist. “They've been at it for hours,” Jake says, face just as neutral as ever and not taking his eyes off the writhing clump of snail. “I'm a little concerned by how much you like watching my snail get laid.” “Nature is lit,” Jake merely offers. So Ace shuts the medkit, feeling weirdly exposed by having his snail’s private life invaded like that. “Give them some privacy, sheesh,” he chastises Jake. “Prude,” the boy snorts.

It’s only a few days before there is another episode of, as Felix likes to call it, snail drama. “Felix!” Ace shouts, making Felix sigh in fond irritation and pause his sorting of their shared stash of items that Ace has left an absolute mess (again). “Yes, love?” he asks, doing his best impression of an exasperated husband despite them only dating for what can't be more than a few weeks. And then he sees Ace's face full of both alarm and excitement, and immediately drops what he was doing. “What's wrong?” he asks, feeling the panic quickly bubbling up. “SNACE IS GIVING BIRTH!” Ace exclaims ten decibels louder than necessary, grabbing a confused Felix by his sleeve and dragging him toward the snails' home. Sure enough, there's a small commotion around the medkit, and when Felix peers into it he can see Snace in the middle of laying eggs, Snelix by his side in solidarity. “Come on dude! Push!” Feng is trying to encourage the snail. “Shh, you're stressing it!” Claudette chastises. “I told you guys he wasn’t fat!” Ace huffs proudly. After ten or so eggs, the process seems to be over, and Snace happily slithers away to go snack on some leaves. “Oh,” Claudette says, bewildered. “What?” Ace says. “I, um,” the botanist falters. “They usually lay about a hundred eggs…” “A hundred?” Ace screeches. “Don't you think ten kids is more than enough?” “Only a small portion of them actually hatch!” Claudette hurries to add. “Maybe he's going through menopause,” Jake, not so helpfully, supplies. “I'm going to smack you,” Ace threatens. Felix just chuckles and lays a hand on Ace’s shoulder to settle him.

Excited about the possibility of baby snails, the survivors take turns watching the eggs for the next few weeks. Eventually, it’s Cheryl who screams: “Guys! An egg is hatching!” Felix rushes to the medkit before anyone else, and in an instant Ace is peering over his shoulder too, both looking at the transparent, tiny antenna pushing out of one of the eggs. Snelix and Snace are right by the eggs, eagerly waiting to meet their offspring. And then the small snail plops completely out and starts wiggling around, and Ace honest to god squeals. “Look, Felix!” he says, tugging on Felix's sleeve. “We're grandparents!” “I'm… not sure that's how it works,” Felix points out, even as he smiles at Snelix petting his child with his antenna. “I'm gonna make so much baby snail clothes for her,” Ace continues with a wide grin, nearly shaking in his shoes in excitement. “'Her'?” Felix asks, and Ace falters. “I'm, uh…” Ace explains, looking away. “You said your kid's a girl, I mean based on the ultrasound before you were taken, so I figured…” Something in Felix's expression softens, touched that Ace would remember something like that. He steals a quick kiss while everyone is preoccupied with staring at the family of snails.

“What should we name their kid?” Jeff ponders a couple weeks later, watching the baby snail climb all over Snace while Snelix anxiously hovers nearby. “Ask the grandpas,” Feng snarks. “Yeah, have you decided on a name yet?” Cheryl asks, looking up at Felix with wide, shimmering eyes. “Err,” Felix says, glancing at Ace for help. Ace grins and discreetly nods toward the eager Cheryl. “Oh,” Felix seems to realize. “Yes, we were considering Ch—ehm, Sneryl.” Cheryl gasps in awe. “She does look like a Sneryl,” Jeff agrees. “What? It doesn't look like any—” Feng starts, but at Jeff's pointed look, thankfully shuts up. “She's the spitting image of a Sneryl!” Ace says, smiling in encouragement. “Really!?” Cheryl asks excitedly, looking between Felix and Ace. “Ah… of course,” Felix says, and then the breath leaves his lungs in a pained “Oof!” as Cheryl rushes in for a hug. “Thank you! I love having my own snail!” Cheryl beams while Felix awkwardly pats her on the head and looks at Ace with an expression that screams 'HELP'.

Seeing Sneryl grow over the following couple of months, Felix takes it upon himself to start building the snails a house out of a commodious toolbox. He might put in way more effort than necessary, making sure to separate different rooms with interior walls and adding corridors to entertain the snails. “Hey handsome, what're you doing?” Ace asks, placing a kiss against his temple as he comes up behind him to see what he’s working on. “I'm building our snails a house," Felix explains. "They have a family now, a cramped old medkit won't do.” Ace stares at him for a moment, and then a wide grin spreads over his face and he suddenly looks like he’s about to combust. “You’re so friggin adorable!” Ace exclaims and pulls him into a hug. And then he refuses to let go, clinging to Felix’s back like a koala while he keeps working on the house, and Felix would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. “…Can you make a poker room for Snace?” Ace asks after having observed his work for a while. “Poker? But they're—” Felix frowns, turning around just enough to see Ace's exaggerated, ridiculous pout. “…Fine. But you're making the furniture.” “You got it, babe!” Ace grins, before seeming to notice something. “Hey, what's that?" he asks, pointing at a drawn square on the side of the toolbox. “Oh. It's going to be a door,” Felix explains. “But what if Sneryl goes out and gets stomped on?” Ace asks worriedly. “I just…” Felix falters. “Thought that maybe they needed some freedom. Especially Snace.” “Huh?” Ace tilts his head in confusion. “He was alone for so long, I… assumed he'd probably get bored of the family life,” Felix says, looking at the ground in thought. He’s embarrassed for bringing up the subject of Ace’s loyalty like this, but once again, the snails are proving a wonderful excuse to talk about topics they otherwise wouldn’t. “That sounds like a load of bullcrap,” Ace grins, making Felix look up at him, still frowning. “I've never seen Snace so happy. He knew what he signed up for and there's no way in hell he's leaving now.” The reassurance feels like a weight lifting off of Felix’s chest, and he can’t stop the smile spreading over his lips. Hesitantly, he grabs Ace’s hand still wrapped around him, and Ace brings them both up to brush his lips over Felix's callused knuckles. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Ace murmurs, the sweet sentiment making warm affection spread through Felix’s entire body. “I, uhm,” Felix blushes, clearing his throat. “Is this a good time to point out I just had the snails crawl over the back of my hand…?” Ace sputters and immediately wipes at his mouth while Felix lets out a few quiet chuckles.

Following the conversation, Felix can’t help but read into Ace’s answer. Especially with the other survivors engaging in another round of the popular “What’s the first thing you’ll do when we escape?” game, Felix finds it difficult to focus on anything other than the possibility of a shared future. So, when he catches Ace alone, he hesitantly brings up the option of the man coming with him to Germany. “I know the possibility of escaping is slim,” Felix babbles nervously after Ace isn’t saying anything, just staring at him curiously. “But I can’t stop thinking about it, and I wanted to see where you are—” “Babe,” Ace interrupts, grabbing his arm to ground Felix from his scrambled thoughts, giving him an encouraging smile. “I’d love to.” Felix breathes out a relieved sigh, returning a shaky but happy smile over not getting rejected. And then Ace smirks mischievously and Felix’s instincts scream “Uh-oh”. “On one condition,” Ace adds, holding a finger in front of Felix’s face playfully. “Um… which?” Felix asks, nerves resurfacing. There’s not much that would make him say no, and he hopes he doesn’t have to, willing to make sacrifices for a potential future together. “The snails come with us,” Ace quips sheepishly instead. Felix chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, before pulling Ace in for a soft kiss. “I wouldn't have it any other way,” Felix murmurs against Ace’s lips, silently thanking the two dorky snails that allowed this to happen in the first place.