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fandomsilhouette · 3 years

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in bloodbath we compete (sweep me off my feet)

You try so hard just to go home, to stay safe, to do the things that make you comfortable. Someone else has other plans for you, and every goal you had scripted in your mind dissolves. Woo who? The only one wooed is you.

Happy @felinettenovember, y’all! There was no way I was going to miss a chance to write Prince Felix, as @dumpsdoods well knows, but @emzurl posted the most gorgeous art of dressed up Marinette and Felix, and I was loath to not include it, so... I apologize for what I’ve done to your poor Felix!

Felix had one single objective. As soon as he accomplished it, he got to leave this accursed event, go home and curl up in his warm ben and refuse to socialize with anybody for a week-- no, a month.

His advisors had sprung this on him as they were traveling. He had thought they were going on a routine trip through the villages; his advisors had redirected the carriage and only answered his increasingly more concerned pleas once they were too close to their destination to return.

“All you need to do is woo the future Queen, Prince Felix.” “It’s nothing much, Prince Felix.” “Simply the best thing for the future of your country, Prince Felix.”

What was the point of ruling a country if it meant being yanked around like a puppet on the strings of his advisors and the rich, and the political subtleties and schemes that made Felix sick to his stomach.

Woo a princess? Felix could hardly befriend his own palace servants. How was he supposed to do this!?

...was he ever going to go home?

Princess Marinette met him at the steps of her castle, adorned in pink and finery. Her hair was pinned up in a fancy twist, soft strands escaping to gently frame her face, and the blush on her cheeks matched the dress she moves so daintily in.

Felix bowed, and then offered her his hand.

Later, he would weather the hissed admonishments of his advisors at the arrangement of his features: dry, dull, disinterested.

She was a fragile doll like the rest of them, pretty in pink and not much use for anything else. Felix met her that night at dinner, and escorted her to the ballroom afterwards to dance, and complimented her on her impeccable manners, her featherlight footwork. She giggled and blushed and spun into his arms, looked up at him dreamily as he held her in a dip.

He attempted a wink. By her confusion, he must not have managed it correctly.

Three nights of this stilted conversation and Felix finally caved, waking up with the sun to sneak out to where he had finally located the training grounds the night before.

Felix managed to suit up and set up the targets before noticing the long figure already set up to train. They were unidentifiable in bulky armor and the helmet that covers their face, and Felix found the temptation irresistible. For each arrow they loosed, Felix did as well, a competition in little more than his own head.

Until it wasn’t.

The intruder (never mind they had clearly set up first) started firing faster, then loosing three, four, five on the same target, splitting every arrow until even Felix had to admit he couldn’t keep up.

Then again, long distance had never been his strongest suit. Felix dropped his quiver and bow, and picked up a sword, nodding invitingly at the other person. They paused, sizing up the offer, and then...

Moments later, they were sparring.

An audience formed, first the members of Felix’s court coming to an abrupt halt in their search for him, then the princess’s knights, come to train. They seemed oddly unsurprised to see the other person there, cheering them on until their voices blurred and Felix blocked the noise out altogether to focus on the back and forth, the footwork, the attack and then defense defense defense as his partner pressed forward relentlessly, the melody of swords clashing, the spins and the fluid motion he embodies so well if only on the field.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and into his eyes; he flung his helmet aside. The other person paused politely, then shook their hair down after removing their own helmet.

She winked.

That night, Marinette spun Felix under her arm and dips him, leaning in nearly close enough to kiss him then spinning herself away before he could press his lips to hers, still featherlight, still impeccable in her manners.

Felix falls in love with Marinette dancing.

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miraculousmarifan · 3 years

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Felinette Month 2020 - Day 12: Reunion

The prompts on @felinettenovember are gold and everyone should check out what the others are doing for this month!

Theirs are also most likely on time, and this one is only 3 minutes away from being posted on the wrong day... but it’s still the right day for me!

Approximately 3100 words of absolute Lila salt. Her character is poorly enough written in the show that I had to make her villainy almost cartoonish to a certain degree.

Also before anyone takes my word for it at the silk part, just know I have the bare minimum of knowledge about the intricacies of fabric as I’m just a data analyst. I did however read a really interesting article earlier this year discussing the difference in modern and ancient forms of fabrics (it was specifically discussing cotton, if I remember correctly) and how industrialization of fabric production had drastically reduced both the initial quality of the fabric and the durability. Which they were using as an explanation of why it’s still possible to find cloth artifacts in archeology, whereas it’s suspected that the “same” fabric now wouldn’t have survived due to the poorer quality. So I willy-nilly applied this logic to silk weaving. If you are an expert in this stuff and want to pass along actual knowledge, I’d love to hear about it.

Marinette had found that going to university for fashion design was both easier and harder than it had been doing it during school. There were similarities with the existence of homework and specific class times to schedule around. Working at a smaller fashion house had been another beast entirely. Marinette had been offered a 5 year contract as the only pupil to the head designer, working both with the team of designers and working apart from them. Her ideas first needed to gain the approval from the head designer before she could put them through peer review with the team. She was required to have her designs be closer to a final product before she would get approval to proceed to peer review than the designs of many designers on the team had after multiple reviews. Marinette kept her head high, as her designs often went through fewer changes in the review stage as a result of this additional standard.

However with less than 10 designers doing all stages of the process, from researching ideas and sketching to actually assembling the final product and altering them for the models that would wear it, they were always busy. As a result, Marinette found herself more devoted to work outside of their standard hours, sketching variations on most outfits for potential changes she thought may be suggested while she sat at home.

At 25, Marinette found herself married to her career, with only two nights per week that she had set aside for her friends and her family and refused to budge on that time. This had left dating relatively untouched outside of some short high school relationships and a few first dates that never went further.

Alya never could understand why Marinette was so content on her own. She married Nino at 22 and had been happy in her marriage, but she was able to have her career and her relationship. Sometimes her journalism interfered but often she would just finish typing up any articles or notes she had while home and returned her attention to Nino.

Marinette often didn't disconnect from her sketchpad until late in the evening and then she simply wanted to eat, relax a little, and sleep. Dating required too much effort and time during the week and she only had so much time on the weekends, especially because of the occasional work event on a Saturday night.

This Saturday was one such event, a black tie party in a ballroom, where many designers were getting together under the pretext of a party, however most realized it was an important networking event. Designers would be discussing the styles that were in currently, some boasting about what they expected the next trend to be, and many would try to woo the various models in attendance to sign on for a certain number of shoots or shows in the upcoming seasons.

Marinette knew that she had to show her best at this, as she was entering the fifth year of her contract and would need to get her options in order. She was determined to have at least one outside offer waiting at the end of her contract, so she felt more free to decide if her current company was the best fit.

She had invited Alya over before to help her solidify her outfit by reassuring her choice in dress and accessories, as well as providing suggestions with make-up choices as requested. Marinette really needed a hype woman to get her in the right mindset for dealing with pretentious models and designers for her entire evening.

The ballroom hosting this event was as decedent as Marinette had anticipated and each designer eyed the others' appearance critically. Many of the compliments bestowed on others were backhanded, in the most subtle manner possible. The more inexperienced often missed the jabs but Marinette had expected them. Her mentor had arrived shortly before her and gestured for her to join his conversation upon seeing her entrance.

For nearly an hour, her mentor paraded her around, introducing her to each designer he personally knew and discussing with them her strengths. She was grateful for his support when he could have easily left her to flounder. The designers that had taken a liking to her brought others to meet her the moment he left her side to fetch a new drink. After dealing with their undivided attention for a while, she tried to find a polite way to excuse herself so she could breathe and let her face rest a moment.

The opportunity to slip away came when Gabriel Agreste entered, accompanied by his assistant and three others. The designers commented on his boldness to bring three young models and speculation started about which of the blond men was Gabriel's heir and if they knew the woman with them. He had brought Lila, Adrien, and Felix. She should’ve expected to see at least two of those three here. Time had allowed her to forget about their presence in this world.

Marinette murmured to the closest person that she was going to grab herself a beverage, then quietly slipped away while the designers speculated amongst themselves. She wouldn't contribute with an explanation of any person in that group, let alone bring an opportunity for her past relationships with them to come up.

She instead had snuck around, hiding amongst the various crowds filling the room to get to the hallway where the bathrooms were located. Rather than going into the bathroom, she walked around a turn in the hallway past them and stopped, leaning against the wall to take some deep breaths and think.

If Lila was here, she was definitely still employed with Gabriel and in good standing. She had cut contact with Alya and Nino after the graduation day incident so Marinette hadn't heard much about her since then. Luka didn't talk much about Juleka outside of their time together at the houseboat or in Kitty Section, but Marinette was sure he wouldn’t have let any news of her reach Marinette anyway. Mr. "High-road" Agreste was here so she would likely need to stay hidden or leave so he didn't try to be overly friendly with her. She didn't want to deal with his attempts to catch up and accusations about not staying in touch, even though he hadn't been a great friend of hers after trying to convince her to be a doormat, even if it nearly got her akumatized. Ice King Felix was a wild card. In school he had been a strange mixture of harsh and quietly supportive (primarily in dealing with Lila or Chloe). If Marinette had to deal with any of those three, he would be her preferred. He had potential to be on her side simply on the conditions that Lila still despised her and that Felix still disliked Lila or/and Adrien. Regardless, Marinette preferred if she could just make it through the night without needing to speak with any of them. Slowly she was considering going back to attempt navigating the party. Pushing herself off the wall, she took one more deep breath with her eyes shut.

And promptly fell to the floor due to the unexpected force of something ramming into her. Her head bounced off the carpeted floor and she felt like her brain was trying to restart.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you around the corner and ran into you. Are you alright?” The man leaned down next to her, while Marinette blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings. Then she slowly started to sit up. He spoke again, “Do you need to have your head examined? It looks like you may have bumped it and messed up your hair.”

Her hand came up and ran across the back of her head, over the hair, still blinking as her brain started running again. She turned to look at him and felt a little bit of dismay.

“Felix. I’m okay. My head is just pounding a little bit. I should really check to see what I need to do to make myself presentable again,” Marinette slowly moved towards getting up, hand reaching out to the wall. Felix took her hand and offered his other for more support. She took it without thinking, balancing herself as she stood. Then she turned her body, releasing his hands, and leaned against the wall again. “Thanks. It is Felix right?” Maybe if I play my cards right, he won’t recognize me and will think I just know from his ads.

“Yes Marinette. One and the same,” he smirked at her efforts and she groaned inside. “Did you know that you’re the hot topic in that room? Well actually you’re right behind whether Adrien or I will inherit Gabriel. As if the man is even considering retiring at this point.” Felix leaned one shoulder against the wall next to her, grinning like a cat.

“It seems that you made a splash socially, then disappeared right as Gabriel Agreste showed up. They’re speculating and Lila seems to have convinced enough of them that the two of you are friends. She’s so sure you have a surprise planned for her, even if she hasn’t figured out that you’re the same person yet. That only brought more speculation as to why you aren’t working at Gabriel. ‘Is it perhaps because she has an indecent relationship with an heir? Or is she the victim of nepotism?’ If you don’t make an appearance again soon, these rumors may live on past the evening.” His eyes had narrowed slightly as he brought up Lila and the rumors starting around her, trying to read the slightest reaction. Marinette just deflated. She had just been ready to go back before their collision and now she just wanted to curl up in a ball. With this last statement, she let out a little sound of exhaustion.

“Why did she have to be here? And how is it that even the people that are used to dealing with snakes don’t recognize her as one?” she groaned out, hands pressing her eyes. After a moment she straightened her back against the wall, breathed deeply and sighed. “Alright. We’re adults. Might as well act like it.”

“You’re going back now?” Felix stood, sounding more curious than before. Marinette had stood straight up, and was taking a step from the wall to walk back into the main hallway and looking at Felix as she replied.

“Of course I’m going to go back. I’m a professional that doesn’t lie and pretend to get places. I do the hard things and succeed--” she raised her eyebrows and smirked back at him “--Of course I need to fix my hair first, since you messed it up. Are you going to hide here longer?”

Felix faintly blushed at her expression as she told him he messed her hair up and thought about another way he could mess it up. As she slowly walked he turned to follow her. “Did you have a companion with you tonight? It’s not uncommon for designers to bring one…”

“I did not. I have been networking. Why do you ask?” Marinette slowly stepped towards the restroom door, nearly laughing at his stalling tactics.

“Would you like one when you’re finished fixing yourself up?” Marinette couldn’t believe how warm he was being with her, even with his mocking way of warning her what she was walking into. Is this really the Ice King I knew in school?

“I guess you’ll have to wait if you want to see…” Marinette pushed into the bathroom, walking up to a mirror. Luckily my hair wasn’t too extravagant and the back is just a little messed up. With a little bit of water on her fingers and some adjustments of her bobby pins, her hair looking untouched and she was exiting the bathroom.

Felix had moved to stand against the wall near the bathroom, and straightened to join her. Marinette liked the way he was acting with her now and made a split second decision that at worst, she didn’t need to keep him around if he changed his tune. She could push him back out of her life. She reached a hand out to beckon him and he offered her an arm. Their strides matched as they walked back to the party.

Whispers started in the groups closest to the door as they saw their up-and-coming sunshine designer enter on the arm of the model known for his aloofness and cold professionalism. Felix’s face slipped back into it’s icy indifference, looking harshly at specific individuals that dared to make too inappropriate of a comment in his earshot. Marinette smiled and nodded at different individuals that she hadn’t spoken enough with at length. A small squeeze to his arm and twist of her head had the pair walking towards one of Marinette’s first choices for her next employer.

Other groups had taken notice of the pair, drawing more eyes, and conversations turned to theories about their relationship. The two ignored stares and managed to strike up a pleasant conversation with a woman that could drastically improve her prospects. With the increasing curiosity of most guests, one young woman noticed and began to formulate a plan.

“Marinette! Over here! It’s me! Why didn’t you tell your best friend that you were coming?” Lila loudly exclaimed as she began prancing across the room and waving a hand wildly like a child trying to catch attention. Her dramatics went unacknowledged as Felix used his most winning smile, describing Marinette’s designs throughout their school years and then drawing attention to the dress she was currently wearing. She couldn’t help but blush that he had recognized her craftsmanship even after years apart. The woman seemed to be swept up in the warmth and friendliness he was using, as well as the atmosphere those two formed around their group. Others paid particular attention to the hand Felix had rested on her side.

Marinette had been gaining attention up to this point, however the entire party noticed the atmosphere tense as Lila appeared to trip, right as she was about to reach the designer. Felix moved behind Marinette, having her twirl in front of him to show off the patterns embroidered into her dress, and felt the liquid on his back before Lila collided with him. Felix had made note of Lila as he was gesturing to Marinette’s dress and guessed at her plan with a fair bit of accuracy. Marinette was completely dry and far enough forward to avoid being bumped by Felix when the force from Lila’s impact pushed him. The icy glare returned to his face as he turned to deal with her.

A few men from nearby moved over to help Lila, who faked a sob story about how clumsy she was, because she was just so excited to see Marinette since “our schedules have just been so busy that we haven’t gotten to see each other!” when Felix interrupted her.

“Strange that you say that. I actually remember Marinette getting a restraining order on you after graduation, when you tried to poison her food. You claimed to be allergic to shellfish and said she was trying to slip clam broth into your food. However you had the broth container in your bag, it was slipped into her food, and according to her up-to-date school medical records, she’s severely allergic to mollusks so she wouldn’t come near the container. At the time, you were supposedly diagnosed with a disorder that causes you to compulsively lie. Regardless, the courts didn’t seem to believe that a disorder like that, which was unknown to and unheard of by medical professionals, wouldn’t have been grounds to explain trying to harm her and granted the order. Do you not remember that?” Felix recited the story almost impassively, as though it was simply a reminder of what she ate for breakfast, however he gave a mock confused look with his rhetorical question. The crowd had gathered around with her fall and were well within earshot as Felix described one of the worst incidents of Marinette’s life. The pale expression she wore and the Lila’s furious expression as he described it convinced even those that would’ve been inclined to side with Lila.

With one final look of distaste, Felix turned to Marinette and reached for her hand. The onlookers were surprised at the obvious tenderness as he spoke to her, “We should get you away from here. Do you want to stay at the party and talk to some more people or would you prefer I escort you home? We can see about getting some contact information before we leave, if you’d like.”

The room was deathly silent, even Lila having the sense to wait, in case she broke the tense quiet that had formed. After a deep breath and a shaky smile directed at Felix, Marinette turned back to the woman she had been speaking with before Lila’s act and politely said, “I enjoyed our conversation and hope we have the opportunity to speak again soon. I would love to hear more about your work to more effectively create silk patterns by hand. I know you said it before but hand weaved silk really is so much nicer than the machine weaved and I’ve read that it’s much more durable. Thank you for your time this evening!”

Felix moved to her side and Marinette slipped her hand into his before stepping towards the coat room. With coat in hand, the pair swept out of the ballroom to leave behind the drama of the evening.

Suddenly the room burst into chaos and Lila was escorted to a private room to wait for Gabriel to decide how to handle this revelation. He knew he would lose the respect of his peers if he kept a young woman on staff that they all knew had tried to murder another one. The cherry on that cake would be that the would-be victim is an up-and-coming designer that nearly all were considering making an offer to. It was clear to him that Ms. Rossi would be fired. Now it’s just a matter of the other clean up that would follow. Additionally, it seemed Ms. Dupain-Cheng also had a close relationship with his son, considering the show that he was putting on since they arrived. He would have to dig into his sons’ involvements with the designer's misfortunes, as that would impact how they looked to the public. There was one other aspect that Gabriel Agreste was rather certain of, one of his son’s was smitten with a good match and if they were happily married, it would help their careers immensely.

Marinette’s night out ended with a private car pulling up to her building, a kiss placed on Felix’s cheek, and her hand slipping a piece of paper with her phone number into his jacket pocket. She was pleased to find he messaged her immediately to make sure she made it into her apartment alright.

Felix was too lovestruck to sleep that night.

#felinette month 2020 #felinette month #lila salt #felinette #miraculous ladybug

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lxia-art · 3 years

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@felinettenovember day 23: Curses and Swears

Felix got cursed and turned into a cat. Mari is a very frustrated witch.

#Felinette Month 2020 #felinette #felix agrest #pv felix #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug pv #miraculous ladybug

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pearholiday · 3 years

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Felinette Month Day 17 – Disguise

I thought it’d be fun to make them dress up as another certain couple whose “disguises” would give them away in a heartbeat, haha. ;)

Twitter: @pearholiday

Prompts from: @felinettenovember

Sailor Ladybug: My work here is done. Bug out, Tuxedo Chat!

Tuxedo Chat: But you didn’t do anything??

Aaand here’s a version without the speech bubbles:

#felinette #felinette november #Felinette Month 2020 #miraculous ladybug #mlb #sailor moon #pv felix #fanart #oc #peardraws

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felinettenovember · 4 years

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Felinette November Prompts 2020

Sorry for the delay, y’all: Felinette Month prompts for this November 2020 are decided at last, and we’ll be releasing the list before the calendar so that creators have maximal amount of time to prepare.

Instead of Weekly Themes like we did for Felix Month 2020, we have Weekend Pairs. You’ll notice that every weekend has a set of two prompts that are linked, which we thought would be fun and cute and easy to write for.

If you decide not to link them, that’s valid too! No matter what you choose to do, we look forward to your contribution.

At last, the prompts!!

Sunday, November 1: Purrito Monday, November 2: Call Out Tuesday, November 3: Teashop Wednesday, November 4: Love Stinks Thursday, November 5: Shenanigans Friday, November 6: Detective

Saturday, November 7: Secret Admirer Sunday, November 8: Blind Date Monday, November 9: Date Night Lessons Tuesday, November 10: Mysterious Melody Wednesday, November 11: Ballroom Dances Thursday, November 12: Reunion Friday, November 13: Haunted House Hunting

Saturday, November 14: Shakespeare Sunday, November 15: Battle of Wits Monday, November 16: Pretentious Tuesday, November 17: Disguise Wednesday, November 18: Heist Thursday, November 19: Fallen Angel Friday, November 20: Beach Day

Saturday, November 21: Flower Languages Sunday, November 22: Tattoo Artist Monday, November 23: Curses and Swears Tuesday, November 24: Huntress Wednesday, November 25: Dreamers Thursday, November 26: Playground Friday, November 27: In Between

Saturday, November 28: Lost Sunday, November 29: Found Monday, November 30: Coming Home

#Felinette Month 2020 #Felinette Month #Felinette Month November #Felix #Felix Agreste #Felix Graham De Vanily #Marinette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug #ML #Quantic Kids #PV Felix #ML Felix #Chat Noir #PV Chat Noir #Felinette Month Prompts #Prompts

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shewhorises-tjyj · 3 years

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Felinette day 2 call out

Felix’s POV

His mother had forced him to go live with his cousin, ugh, so here he was, the entrance of his cousin’s house. Uncle was standing at the top of the stairs……again, seriously why does he always stand there. it’s like he just has a statue of himself at the top of the stairs that can talk.

“Felix, I trust you had a great flight I’m sure you would like to sleep of the jetlag but before that we have to set some ground rules.”

“first of all, I have enrolled you to Adrien’s school and I have made special arrangements for you to be in his class.”

Ugh, of course how could he ever forget, no running we have a reputation to uphold, photoshoots, fencing, Chinese- wait what?

“other than that, the other rules are the same: no running around we have a reputation to uphold……………”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME???! I have to go to his school and his class and look at his face? AND I’m miles ahead of all of them in everything!”

Obviously, he would never shout out loud like that so he stuck to his thoughts instead.

Tuning back into reality, Gabriel was done repeating the rules he had remembered by heart and dismissed him.

-The next day-

Adrien was already ready and pointing at the door, “hey Fe, ready to go?” with a noise of confirmation they left the house.

-------------------------cue long drive to school with a hyperactive cousin-----------------------------

“Good morning students” shouted (well not really shouted but he was standing next to her okay?) The teacher with red hair to which Felix winced at. “Today we have a new student joining us! And I’m sure you’ve all heard by now Lila’s home from her trip to Achu and she is back in school with us again.” he noticed something or rather someone who wasn’t here before, an Italian looking girl with chestnut hair that was tied up into what looked like three sausages and huge bangs at the front, with an olive skin tone and emerald green eyes that looked at him then at Adrien and had a look of confusion on her face. BUT! She then proceeded to IGNORE HIM. HIM! HE WAS A FREAKING INTERNATIONAL MODEL AND ACTOR AND THAT CAGNA IGNORED HIM! But whatever from the way she looked at his cousin she was probably a gold digging harpy. And his suspicions were correct when she greeted everyone.

“hi everyone,” she said in a fake sounding voice.

“Hi Lila!” the class sounded back. Lila? That’s her name?

“Oh~ a seat in the front row! You all remembered my hearing issues! You’re such sweethearts all of you~” “Mwuah!”

He inwardly cringed

“You have a hearing problem, Lila?”

‘hmm?’

“yes, I suffer from tinnitus. A constant ringing in my left ear. I’ve had it ever since the sound of an airplane engine burst my ear drums on the runway when I was saving Jagged Stone’s lost kitten.”

He had to admit her voice sounded genuine like it actually happened and he might have never found out she was lying if one, he was not an actor and could see the difference between genuine and fake faces and two, if her lies weren’t a load of bull. LIKE, COME ON! Which airline would let an UNDERAGE GIRL WHO’S UNAUTHORISED, ON THE RUNWAY? That airline would have closed down long ago if they couldn’t keep people from running on to the runway for reasons unknown.

The worst part is, yes there’s a worse part, his classmates seemed to believe the story she just pulled out of her ass. Well at least there was one student who doubted her.

“isn’t Jagged Stone’s pet a crocodile?”

“Now it is, yes. He had a kitten until he found out he was allergic to it.”

Deciding that everyone here was way too dumb and he didn’t want to lose any brain cells so he decided stop whatever quarrel was definitely going to go on.

Faking a cough, everyone seemed like they just remembered he was there. Even the teacher. If he were living in a comic or a cartoon there probably would’ve been one of those red crosses on his head.

“Right. Class, this is our new classmate, Felix Graham De Vanily.”

Hi’s, welcomes and clapping were heard around the room.

‘Could I just not have come?’

“Now Felix you and Marinette can sit in the back together. Also, as class president, Marinette can you show Felix around the school?”

“sigh, yes miss Bustier.”

When both of them sat down she started to introduce herself, “Hi, I’m Marinette. We can start the tour at lunch today and if you have any questions about the curriculum just ask me or anyone in the class.”

She said with a sad and tired smile.

…It looked… sincere…

Going with a simple nod they both turned their attention to the front.

After the tour he stayed back at the locker room near one of the corners. It was easy to blend into the shadows now that the people in Paris didn’t know him. despite being an international model (and sometimes actor) his face wasn’t well known as Adrien in France.

To that, he was thankful for.

Sticking to the shadows to read his book not five minutes in the girl- Marinette was it? Came back, and into the bathroom next to the locker room along with the sausage haired girl right on her heel.

“Marinette? Are you crying?”

“No, I’m not.”

“I can sense that you don’t like me but I don’t understand why, we barely know each other.

Don’t tell me it’s because of this new seating arrangement in class. It is! Of course, you were jealous because I’m sitting next to Adrien because you would have given anything to sit there yourself. You know what? It’s really not worth fighting a for a boy, you and I could be friends and who knows? I might even be able to help you with Adrien.”

Oh? Crush on my cousin? But it seemed like she was just cast into the back without her input despite all the others getting to sit at the place they wanted to.

“ugh. You and I will only be friends the day you stopped lying, Lila.”

So she knows she’s lying?

“I can’t prove it but I know for a fact you don’t have tinnitus, that your wrist is just fine, but you don’t know prince Ali cause’ you’ve never even set foot in Achu, and despite what you got Alya to write on her Ladyblog Ladybug has never saved your life.”

The first one definitely correct and so is the second one possibly, the third one might be a bt of a stretch and the fourth one, who the heck is Ladybug?

“I only tell people what they want to hear.”

“it’s called lying!”

“There’s nothing you can do about it anyway. People can’t resist when they hear what they like to hear. If you don’t want to be my friend, fine. But soon you won’t have any friends left at all and trust me, I’ll make sure you never get close to Adrien in class or anywhere. You’ve been a little less dumb than the others so I’ll give you one last chance: you are either with me or against me. You don’t have to answear right away I’ll give you the end of class today.”

Ok, first of all, were people supposed to hear that cause’ they were loud and secondly, what the heck school was he enrolled in??

The sausage haired girl walked smugly out of the bathroom.

“Hey Lila.”

“Adrien! We’ll have to figure out when you’re gonna help me catch up on all the schoolwork I missed. I also heard you play piano, my uncle’s a great pianist ‘Stroke Burrow Check’ she wanted to teach me when I was little but I had to stop playing because of arthritis. But when my wrist gets better, I’d love for you to give me some lessons.”

Didn’t sausage hair say uncle? why’d it change to ‘she’?

“Lila, I’m perfectly fine being friends with you and I’ll gladly help you catch up on your schoolwork but…please don’t lie to me like you did last time with Ladybug.”

Ah, his cousin knew she was lying. Wonder why he won’t step up for his classmate… unless it he never changed…

“Ladybugs the liar!”

“I’m not judging you, Lila but instead of making friends, you’re gonna turn everyone against you. You can tell me if there’s something bothering you. I can help. But you need to bee honest with me.”

“Are you trying to be some superhero lecturing me just like Ladybug did. Well, thanks but no thanks. Ugh.”

And with that the door slammed shut.

“I’m still here if you need catching up with your schoolwork.”

…is that a black glowing butterfly?...

…and did someone run out of the bathroom wearing a ladybug onesie?

“Hey!”

Snapping his head to the front he saw sausage girl pushing Adrien back a little.

“Adrien, I wanted to apologize for what just happened I’ve thought about it and you’re right I want us to be friends so I’ll never tell another lie again will you make peace with me?”

Then, she kissed Adrien on the cheek and… morphed into him?! what hellish nightmare place did his mother send him to?!

*insert falling to the floor sound* “Whoops! I lied.” *SLAM* huh. Sucks to be him it must be uncomfortable in there

“If this is an enchanted sleep what could possibly wake him up? Oh no, not an enchanted kiss. Please. Mmm nobody will ever know.”

Raspy low voice…can’t be a student

“Plagg? What happened? And what are you doing?”

“o-oh me? Nothing! I-I uh- Your friend Lila put you to sleep with an evil kiss. You should be more careful picking your friends!”

…it’s coming from the locker Adrien was in… should I go see what’s happening?... Nah not my problem

“Lila must have been re-akumatized! Quick! Plagg! Claws out!”

…The locker just glowed green...and someone in a cat costume just ran out… what the hell does Adrien do in his spare time? I have so many questions… you know what? I’ve seen weirder.

“Of course Ladybug saved my life. She never misses an opportunity to rescue her best friend.”

“Did your tinnitus give you vertigo when you went up the Eiffel Tower?”

“Oh no! Ladybug knows me so well that she brought me an ear plug to stick in my right ear!”

Again with someone named Ladybug…

“Grr.”

Hmm?

“Right ear? did she say right ear? This morning she said the ringing was in her left ear!

She’s not wrong… sausage hair did say the tinnitus was in her left ear this morning…

I’ve got her this time.”

Nice, things are finally getting interesting (oh Felix, if only you knew)

“Are you going to tell everyone?”

“Of course I am. Lila is-

“-A liar. Yes, I know. But do you really think exposing her will make things better?”

Did he just ruin the most interesting part of his day? Bitch. Try again.

“And who’s to say not exposing her will make things better?”

“But if you humiliate her, she’ll just be hurt more making a bad guy suffer has never turned them into a good guy-

“And has letting a so called bad guy do whatever they wanted ever make them a good guy?”

(“Ladybug and I are like two peas in a pod.”)

“Take for example, Bourgeois. Heard she’s the resident school bully. Has she ever changed?”

“She’s better-

“Wasn’t talking to you, Adrien. Has she treated anyone in your class out of the supposed kindness in her heart?”

“Well no but-

“There is no but. It just proves that even if you let the ‘bad guy’ do whatever they want they won’t become a ‘good guy’ also if you keep letting Bourgeois do whatever she wants your going to lose all your friends. I may not have friends but even I know that much. Think about it, how many times has Adrien stood up for you or any of your classmates when Bourgeois were bullying you and your classmates vs the times Adrien has stood up for Bourgeois for bullying you.”

“I-he uh, he stood up for the whole school when Chloe pulled the fire alarm and- uh”

“That’s just one time. Face it, Adrien stands up for bullies far more times than when he stood up for his friends.”

“That’s not true! I apologised-

“You apologised but did you stand up or defend your friends?”

Okay, so half of it might be about my grudge on him but it was true! Surprisingly, Adrien didn’t approach him for the rest of the day.

-The next day-

His seatmate, Marinette, sat down next to him, “Thank you. I never noticed I had always put Adrien up on a pedestal like he could not do any wrong. I never noticed that Adrien had some very questionable flaws.”

“Mm.”

And then she smiled at him.

His heart skipped a beat, the smile was sweet and sincere… and he found that she was rather likable.

@felinettenovember

#Felinette #Felinette November #Day 2: Call Out #There's Adrien salt #If you dislike Adrien salt you probably shoudn't read #hahahah. It's 10 pm right now #I should sleep #I can't fall asleep in class again #felinettenovember #felinette month 2020 #adrien salt

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What was going on with this boy?

...wow I was not expecting to write this much for this prompt, but I think I really like the direction it went in. I had massive technical difficulties making this post because tumblr is mean (dun ban me i’m sawy), and @nottesilhouette has literally saved my life and non-existent bacon, and also helped write this a lot cause she super cool and awesome. Anyway happy @felinettenovember y’all!

“May I interest you in some popcorn?”

Marinette squinted at the lanky, smartly-dressed boy before her with the air of a market-goer trying to determine if the merchant is going to rip her off.

“I, um… sure?”

Felix gave a stiff nod that she was pretty sure had a “yes, ma’am” implied in it, and marched away to the kitchen. Marinette settled into the very expensive couch with a sigh and fixed her attention on the TV. She could not for the life of her figure this boy out.

This was the third time Felix had invited her over to his house (mansion might be a more accurate term), and each time he had been so politely, unfailingly impersonal she had wanted to scream. He had provided her a vast array of movies and activities, each of which he’d performed in efficient, stoic silence. He had offered her every kind of h’orderve imaginable. He had even volunteered to hang up her coat. Not once had he begun even the tiniest of conversations with her. He was like a robot butler, always at her shoulder with whatever she needed, never displaying the slightest trace of humanity, shoulders stiff, straight backed, stoic beyond belief. She honestly could not decide if he was asking her on a date or trying to sell her a catering service.

Felix returned after some time with an enormous silver bowl of popcorn, which he set gently on the coffee table before her before taking his seat (3 feet away from her) on the couch.

“I have prepared several varieties of popcorn,” he proclaimed, “so that you can be sure to have one that is to your liking.”

Marinette stared at the bowl before her, expertly arranged with an artisanal spread of popcorn, caramel corn, and candy puffs. She was really starting to wonder what this boy was trying to sell her.

“Um… that’s very sweet of you Felix, thank you.”

She looked over at him and caught him stifling a yawn. Her temper started to flare. What was he doing here if he was so bored by her? He was the one who invited her here! But as she opened her mouth to speak she noticed the bags under his eyes, the exhausted slump to his shoulders that he was trying unsuccessfully to hide. This boy looked like he had not slept in three days. Concerned, she reached out to him.

“Are… are you okay? You look totally spent”

Felix put his yawn away like a Gameboy after recess. “I’m fine!”

Suuuuuure you are, Marinette thought, but didn’t press the issue. She wasn’t sure if Felix would be comfortable with it. She wasn’t sure of anything to do with him, to be honest. Still, she shifted a few concerned millimeters closer to him.

“Let’s just start the movie.”

Felix had picked one of his old black-and-white samurai movies that he so loved (or… what Marinette assumed was love, compared to his usual intense disinterest). It was grim and bloody, full of vengeance and honor and serious men doing serious things. There were no subtitles because Felix spoke Japanese fluently, and had not bothered to acquire a version suitable for guests. Marinette was bored out of her mind. Why had she agreed to this? If she made it out of here with her brains intact she resolved never to agree to a movie date again.

She was just starting to consider falling asleep right there on the couch when she glanced over and noticed that she was not the only one. Felix’s eyes were fluttering, sinking, his breath growing slow and deep. Within moments his head was lolling to one side, and she swore she could hear a snore over the sound of clashing blades and proclamations of vengeance. He was sliding sideways, and Marinette let out an involuntary yelp as his lanky frame landed against her shoulder. Felix gave a small sleepy murmur and drifted off, leaving her awkwardly supporting him with her head.

“Felix!” she hissed, but he did not stir. He was passed out cold. His weight was starting to become too much to bear, yanking painfully on the muscles in her shoulders and neck, so she gingerly began pushing him upright. Then, on a whim, she let him slide down further until his head was in her lap. He let out a confused murmur and stirred in his sleep, putting his legs into a curl and tucking his hands under his head. Marinette gazed down at him, amusement and confusion in equal measure. What was going on with this boy? He hadn’t let his mask of rigid decorum slip once in all the time she’d known him, but here he was, curled up in her lap like a kitten. He was… pretty cute, honestly, with his short blond hair hanging off the edge of her leg. Instinctively, she reached down to run her fingers through it but stopped herself immediately, blushing and looking around as if someone might have caught her. No one but the oh-so-serious samurais and the darkening living room.

They sat like that for some time, the only light the flickering of the TV, the only sound but the crashing of swords and shouts of pain. Despite herself, Marinette was starting to enjoy sitting there with him in her lap. It was only after the 16th betrayal and blood-oath of revenge passed in the movie that Felix finally started to stir. He blinked and shifted where he lay, looking blearily around the room.

“Wh… whaaa?”

Then his eyes found Marinette looking down on him, and he nearly jumped off the couch.

“M… Marinette! What… why am…?”

Realization spread over his face right alongside his blush. She knew that he already knew, but she said it anyway because she knew it would make him blush more.

“You fell asleep! You seemed really tired so I just… let you rest for a while.”

“I… I shouldn’t be in your lap…” He said, trying very hard to pull his composure back together. She squinted at him.

“You… don’t seem to be trying very hard to get out of it though.”

For a moment she thought he might push her out of the way, but he simply rolled over and buried his burning red face in her tummy. A grin spread across Marinette's face, the first she’d managed all evening.

“You like it, don’t you?”

No response but a muffled grumble, and a decided lack of pulling away. She wiggled happily and gently ran her fingers through his hair, grinning, waiting patiently for him to react.

“...this is call-out culture.”

Despite herself, Marinette let out a quiet laugh. Yes, this had turned out to be quite an… illuminating date after all.

#felinette #miraculous ladybug #felinette november #felinette month 2020 #he is just a butler #blushy #random samurai movie for no reason #not even bad #fluff #callout #MusicFrenDoesWords

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onomatopoetic101999 · 3 years

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Did Felinette! Its from Felinette month 2020, day 8: Blind Date! I hope I got their awkward IDon'tLikeYouButHereWeAreOnADate Vibes. I also want it to be known that I ship fanon felinette. Canon Felix is a gremlin. @felinettenovember

#felinette #felinette november #felinette month 2020 #fanart #magsdraws #magsspeaks #my art #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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tumbling-down-hills-and-stuff · 3 years

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Felinette day 22

I saw the calendar for Felinette month a few weeks ago, and decided to write for a single day for whatever reason. I don’t usually post my own writing on here but hope anyone who reads it enjoys. Sorry it’s technically a day late but oh well lol

@felinettenovember

Felinette month day 22

Tattoo

Felix scowls at his twin sister, her smirking face looking up at him without a trace of remorse present. A slight breeze blows strands of their identical blonde hair across her face as she meets his glare head-on. Her smirk morphing into a canine-filled grin, though to Felix it looks more like she is barring her teeth at him than giving him a pleasant smile. Felix breaks the tension-filled staring contest they were both participating in by turning towards the door beside them. Reaching for the door handle, another breeze sweeps by them, this time blowing a few of the season’s browning leaves towards two unsuspecting siblings. Allegra, his companion, opens her mouth to gloat over him giving up at the staring contest, when one of the leaves blowing past them lands in her mouth. Felix coughs out an incredulous laugh before composing himself once again, only allowing a small, satisfied smile to adorn his features as he pulls open the door and walks in, his sputtering sister in his wake.

The door they enter through is located on the far left of the shop, adjacent to a glass case embedded into the wall that showcases the many different piercings the shop has to offer. The wall parallel features a bench with many pictures of different body art no doubt originating from that particular shop. There is a large open space to their immediate right, filled with high-rise tables and stools to accompany them. The wall leading to the outside world is made of windows, only featuring a long bench spanning the entire length. There are about ten people in what is obviously a makeshift waiting area, four of them older-looking teenagers who are obviously just as new to this situation as himself. They are laughing amongst themselves, but their voices are drowned out by the low hum of machinery coming from beyond a large counter that cuts the waiting area off from the rest of the shop.

The path towards the counter from the door is empty, so Felix has no excuse to stall any longer. Still, he hesitates which allows Allegra the opportunity to walk past him, shoving his shoulder and knocking him off balance for a moment. His face once again adopts a scowl as Allegra looks over her shoulder at him, a shit-eating grin in place as she turns away from Felix and makes her way towards the counter. Huffing once again at his sister’s increasingly aggravating behavior, Felix stalks forward to follow Allegra before coming to a stop behind her.

From the doorway, all that could be seen at the desk was a large monitor, a printer, and a few stacks of paper with a pen filled cup next to the papers. Now that Felix was closer, he could see that there was a short woman sitting behind the monitor, her head of dark black hair just reaching the monitor’s height from her position on a stool. The woman sitting there asks them to please wait a moment as she types away, her eyes only briefly leaving the screen in front of them to send a smile in their direction. Felix’s shoulders tense as he feels a blush start to crawl up his neck. She looks ethereal with the fluorescent light creating a halo around her small frame. Felix does not even notice his scowl dropping as all he can focus on is the woman before him. She is wearing a black camisole top that is tucked into slightly baggy beige pants while her barely shoulder-length hair is pulled back into half-up space buns, allowing Felix to indulge in the sight of a sleeve tattoo spanning the length of her left arm and reaching to just below her collarbone. The sleeve is made up of what appears to be a single stem with different flowers sprouting from it resulting in a burst of colors. It is a beautiful work of art and looks very attractive on the woman. From the angle she is sitting at, Felix can just make out the impression of a ladybug tattoo behind the bottom of her left ear. He looks to her face again just as she finishes typing and turns her focus onto himself and his sister. She once again smiles at them, and Felix resists the urge to physically relax in her presence now that it is focused on him.

I know it just *ends* but I didn’t have anything else I wanted to add so... yea.

#mlb #felix mlb #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette #mdc #tattoo au #felix agreste #felinette month 2020 #felinette november

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alittleshycat · 4 years

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Library

A little gift for @a-6-yearold-inside 💙 based in Felix Month 2020 Chapter 30: Library

#a_6yearold_inside #felix month 2020 #felix graham de vanily #Pollen #a gift #library #Felinette #kwami #learning how to read #my first post

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thegreysman · 4 years

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Felix July 2020 - AU Week

July 3: Royalty

Archduke Felix de Agreste Noir meets his unannounced-fiancé, Duchess Marinette Dupain Cheng. True romance blossoms on the cold walls of royalty.

@felixmonth

#felix month #felix july 2020 #felinette #miraculous ladybug #ml #felix agreste #ladybug pv

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fandomsilhouette · 3 years

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the weight of responsibility (fragility, futility)

Everything is paid for in blood. Maybe not your blood. Maybe not in a way you can see, in a way you can remember, but: the person who paid will remember, will carry the scars and the pressure for as long as they can manage with it on their shoulders.

It is time for someone else to bleed.

Happy first of @felinettenovember, y’all! I’ve had a lot of ideas for this particular prompt, but it wasn’t until I saw @emzurl‘s art that I knew what I wanted to write. I had pictured this a lot shorter but... muses don’t care, I suppose! Thank you for the permission, I really loved writing this <3

It barely counts as a favor, is the thing: this is Marinette’s work, stitched into every painstaking embroidery, marked with the bloodstains of pricked fingers, the texture and the weight of the fabric so that it drapes around Felix’s body, the muted colors, the way the seams do nothing but enhance the aesthetic instead of itching at his wrists until they scar with scratches.

So it’s not a favor. But it’s something, by the way the entire class is looking at him, like he’s done something new, unexpected, ripe for them to dig their fangs into until gossip runs dribbling down their lips like blood.

If he had thought it through for more than a moment, he would never have come tonight. He would’ve persuaded, demanded, pleaded for her to stay home with him, would’ve realized exactly what she was being asked. Really, he should never have said yes, never should’ve let her blink those bright, blue, goddamned hopeful eyes at him until he could do nothing but blurt agreement.

Felix hitches higher on his shoulder a backpack filled with all the items on a list she scrawled on his arm in looping ink and replays the conversation over in his mind, wincing at every word, at every step forward.

I’ve gone every year, it’s really fun. I think you’d like it. I’ve set everything up the way you’d like. It would mean a lot if you’d come see. I’ve wanted you to have fun for so long, and I’ll miss you. Who else will help me make sure it goes right instead of--

And it’s the way she cuts herself off, bites her tongue and grins, anxious and trembling and so wistfully resigned that her efforts are nothing more than a joke, as if she breaks everything she touches (his heart, his heart, she breaks his heart with every touch and doesn’t know, won’t ever know, but he’ll keep giving, giving, giving, because she deserves it, deserves better--) and Felix finds himself agreeing just to make her smile a little brighter, a little more genuine.

He should’ve known. He should’ve listened, and convinced her to... he doesn’t know what. He knows she won’t abandon the class, or the work she’s convinced herself she owes to everyone she care about.

So he gathers his supplies, and makes his painstaking, stoic trek back to the cesspool of social obligations and high school hanger ons, whispers and drama and a whirlpool of chaos he had managed to escape only an hour ago.

Marinette has done a wonderful job on the gym, setting up the annual class sleepover with soft pastels and warm light, pillows and blankets and beanbags strewn across the floor, mattresses pushed up against the walls and snacks piled next to music and games and moves ready to be demolished.

Half the class is already tearing at everything she’s set up so carefully, and Felix aches watching them. Marinette’s eyes are blackened and heavy already, and he’s never been to this before but he’s pretty sure the bags are supposed to show up in the morning after they’ve stayed up all night, not at the start of the night the way she looks bone-tired. (He thinks about the way she grins through it and doubles over in pain at the notion of how little she lets herself matter to anyone.)

Three hours in and Marinette hasn’t managed to sit down, yanked this way and that by demands on her time, on the energy she doesn’t have. Felix aches at the way she trips a little harder over her own feet, and makes a decision.

“I need you.”

His voice cuts through the gym, across the music and the noisy chatter, and it’s clear the class has forgotten about Felix, tucked away in a shadowed corner on a black beanbag, curled up under his blanket.

“What?” Alya is the first to speak, bold and so so so dedicated to the truth until it conflicts with her opinion. Her statement is a challenge, a fight, a sword ready to be drawn, and Felix meets her gaze and engages in battle.

“I need you, Marinette.”

Marinette looks betrayed even as she disentangles herself from resolving a play-fight that got out of hand, sending Max over to keep Alix and Kim distracted on her way over. She looks so disappointed in him he can hardly bear it.

Why are you doing this to me, she won’t say. Why are you making me do this?

There is a physical pain in the way she doesn’t understand, in the way he can’t find the words to explain it. He pushes through the paralysis and the guilt instead, and takes her by the wrists (gently, preciously, a treasure to behold), pulls her into his arms. Tucks the blanket around her, pulls her close.

A heartbeat. Two, three.

All the tension in her body melts away, and she squirms until she’s comfortable. Felix is struck with a dizzying sense of sick realization as he sees her fingers curl around his blanket anxiously, desperately, the same way he falls asleep at night.

She wiggles and turns in his lap, fussing with the blanket until the ears sit cutely on his head, and she looks so delighted at tucking him into a “purrito!!” that he can’t bring himself to protest. Marinette settles happily, peering out of the blanket to watch the sleepover go by, looking so unbelievably smug and comfortable and pleased with herself.

There is nothing, nothing that will make him move, not Nino’s befuddlement or the glare building in Alya’s fiery gaze, not the whispers that start up as if Felix can’t hear them.

Felix pulls Marinette into his chest and sets his chin on her hair, lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Let her curl up in the warmth of the blanket she stitched him instead of the weight of the work she’s been so cavalierly handed. Let her be safe.

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miraculousmarifan · 3 years

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Felinette Month 2020 - Day 19: Fallen Angel

Happy @felinettenovember! Can you guys guess what prompts I spend more than one day writing? I almost decided to try drawing the akumatized Felix before remembering that I haven’t drawn in nearly 10 years (maybe I would be better off painting it?) and wasn’t really good at people before that point... So I did this instead!

Almost 1900 words and if requested, this could have a continuation for some resolution later this year or early next year and/or potentially a piece of art to try showing Felix as an akuma and/or the object that inspired his form

Felix was close to flipping tables. Marinette had to be an angel from above with how she was handling being bullied by this Lila girl. How was it that even after the school was notified that Lila supposedly had a disease that made her compulsively lie but wasn’t antisocial personality disorder (?), the teacher refused to step in and help one of her star pupils? He shouldn’t be surprised. This was the same teacher that condoned Chloe’s defacing of Marinette’s present to count as them working together on it, even though Marinette had put actual effort into it. This was the same teacher that tried to convince Marinette to be a doormat, in the name of “setting a good example,” as though that has truly changed people that benefit from wronging others.

What he really couldn’t understand was how her friends weren’t more cautious about the liar. She had temporarily gotten Marinette expelled by claiming that she had not only cheated on a mock test, but also stolen the liar’s necklace, AND pushing the witch down the stairs. The class didn’t believe that it sounded like Marinette and YET after Marinette is returned due to the supposed uncontrollable lying diagnosis, they don’t question Lila's integrity? He couldn’t quite fathom why they wouldn’t take the things she said with a grain of salt after that very public and obvious set of lies, especially about Marinette.

And yet, here he was. Standing outside the classroom, waiting for a phone call from his driver, when he overhears the liar whispering to a few girls from the class. Marinette had been gone for an appointment the last period of school and apparently that wasn’t enough for Lila. He heard Alya exclaim, “That doesn’t really sound like Marinette…” and then a sad reply along the lines of how she knew Marinette was friends with all them but she couldn’t believe Marinette said that to her and just wanted to understand why by asking their closest friends. So on so on. Even with her verbalized doubt, it was clear from the tone she used that Alya believed it possible that Marinette had something to Lila, even if it wasn’t as severe as the liar had made it out to be. Felix didn’t need to be any closer to smell the fake crap Lila was spreading. He was sure it would have smelled over a mile away.

Rose exclaimed how she couldn’t believe how much Marinette was starting to act like Chloe and how they really needed to shake Marinette out of this. Alya volunteered to talk to her about it and encouraged them not to do anything crazy before then. It was the first time Felix felt a decent amount of respect towards Alya. Apparently she is starting to learn not to jump immediately to conclusions when it comes to Lila and Marinette. Unfortunately their other friends hadn’t gotten that much insight from the previous incidents and believed that Lila wouldn’t possibly exaggerate or make up anything and cause drama unnecessarily. Alya told the group that she had texted the girl and was going to head over to their place to hang out later that night.

Alya left, muttering how it sounded too extreme to be what Marinette had actually said. Felix had to give it to her, even if she had too much faith in the Italian, it was nice to see she wouldn’t fully discount her friend without any true evidence. Unfortunately with Alya’s departure, the voice of reason had left these girls and they were left with a snake. Felix decided to move slightly closer, just to keep an ear out for danger.

“I don’t think having a talk with her is really going to change Marinette’s mind. I mean she already knows about my health conditions and she’d rather discriminate against me than admit that I’m just trying to be friends. I reached out in good faith, painting her a picture, and she destroyed it and told me we could never be friends. It was just shockingly mean! She’s so nice to you guys so I thought this would help, especially since we like so much of the same stuff! I can’t help it if Adrien rejected her for me!”

Felix wanted to gag at that reasoning again. Marinette had worked to move on from Adrien long ago and especially hard when he had started dating Kagami over a year ago. She even started having tea and snacks with his girlfriend at least once a month, since Kagami didn’t get out much and Marinette didn’t want her to feel left out. As far as Felix knew, Marinette had long since given up on Adrien and was more focused on her personal projects than on boys, something her friends should have known by now.

“We know it’s not your fault and she should realize that too!” Rose tried to cheer up Lila.

“It’s so hard to imagine her destroying someone else’s art when she preaches about how people shouldn’t touch other’s work! Plus she has to know how much that sucks, after Chloe ruined her present for Ms. Bustier a few years ago…” Alix sounded angry enough to act impulsively and it didn’t sit well with Felix.

“To me, it just doesn’t seem like talking to her is going to be enough for her to really think about her actions, but you guys know her the best!” Lila managed to get a small amount of wavering into her voice, to convey hesitant worry and unsuccessfully attempted optimism through her small shrug. Felix may have thought that some of her lies should be relatively easy to dismiss but he had to admit that sometimes she could be a good actress.

“If we left her a message along with doing something, she wouldn’t ignore it right? Especially if she knows that if she ever does something like that again, we won’t stay friends with her…” Alix suggested. Felix felt his stomach sink. This was going bad but he couldn’t just walk in there right? He waited a moment longer to hear them start planning how they were going to ruin Marinette’s personal art project that she had been working on during her study hall, as it was sitting in a drying area of the art room. He had enough information to go talk to Damocles about what he had heard.

After hearing Felix’s concerns and hearing his stern insistence that this was actually at risk of happening, not just girl’s venting, Damocles accompanied him to the art room to check into the security of the projects inside. By the time the pair arrived though, they were too late. Nobody was in the room anymore, however Marinette’s project was beyond repair.

She had sculpted a human-like angel with arms raised with peace and joy captured remarkably on its face, an orb in its hands being presented to the sky like a holy gift. The wings had been formed into individual feathers and Marinette had just put the first layer of paint on it that day. The base color of the wings was a lovely shade of light pink, her dress had the first layer of white, the skin left a gray tone, with a small amount of darker gray and lighter gray added to certain areas to imitate how light would fall if emitted from the orb. The orb had a strange tone of light blue-green for the base. He had been enthusiastically anticipating her final painting work since she had finished the sculpting step.

Now the angel was missing a wing, the orb that had barely rested on the carved palms was separated from the hands, and the arms were no longer connected. He picked up the body of the statue gently before looking up at Damocles sadly.

“It’s too bad we didn’t get here sooner. I guess we will just have to check the school’s cameras to figure out who did this.” Damocles took a step towards the stand that the statue had previously been set on, picked up the note left on it, and read it out loud.

“‘This is for ruining Lila’s painting. You should’ve accepted her peace offering rather than blaming her for Adrien’s rejection and if you keep acting like this, you won’t have any more friends here.’--” he cleared his throat in displeased surprise, “-- I will need to take this note as evidence in this. Also, we should probably take some pictures of the damages before getting this cleaned up.”

Felix helped set the pieces of the statue on the table next to each other before the principal took out his cell phone and snapped a quick picture of that and of the note. Before the man could leave, Felix volunteered to clean up the classroom as he was sure Marinette would still want the pieces. He was also sure that Damocles would actually proceed with this investigation due to his involvement and firmness regarding the need to supply a punishment. While the punishment would not be sufficient, there would at least be some record of this incident.

Before sweeping up the tiny pieces that he didn’t expect her to care about, he sat down in a chair and held the body of the statue. His fingers ran over the one remaining wing despite the paint smearing on his skin, feeling the texture his classmate had managed for the feathers. It was an amazing work that would be difficult to replicate, if Marinette even decided it was worth doing again. Part of him hoped she would redo the remarkable piece. He felt anger bubbling just below the surface of his sadness, anger that the girls that were supposedly her friends would do this. Anger that their school was not secure for her. Anger that he wasn’t able to protect her, even having heard the plans. Grief over being too slow to protect her. Crushing sadness that she couldn’t trust her classmates, her supposed friends, to even ask her about a situation before trusting another’s words about her. Someone that had very publicly lied to get her suspended just the last school year. He was so busy with his thoughts and the statue that he missed the purple butterfly coming towards him until it settled into the statue.

“Hello Ange Déchu. I am Hawk Moth. The people around you pass judgement on the innocent and work on behalf of the wicked. It must be frustrating to watch them work to break the people you care about. I will give you the power to understand people’s intentions and apply your chosen consequences on them so you can protect the ones you love. In exchange you would give me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

In this akumatized form, he could not only protect Marinette but also help her get revenge on the manipulative witch. She would be his queen, his direction, and she would be able to decide how she wanted to apply justice.

“Yes Hawk Moth. I will deal out Marinette’s justice and get the miraculous for you.” The akumatized Felix, called Fallen Angel, unfurled his black wings and pushed off the ground to fly to Marinette’s side. He would protect her first and foremost. Then they would deal with the witch and her flying monkeys however she saw fit.

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