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He Stole My Heart So I Stole His
Secret Santa for: @silverwhiteraven
Chapter 8: A Realization and Confession:
After the conversation with Rook, Felix began to watch Marinette more closely. Sure he was still never able to stop her from stealing his things, just as she was never able to stop him, but he began to notice things about her. Like how her nose scrunched up when she was frustrated or disgusted. The way her tongue stuck out slightly when she was focussed. The way her eyes twinkled when she genuinely laughed, and the way she kept glancing at him. It was strange, yet funny as she thought he didn’t notice. He even saw that she had been wearing the earrings that he had gotten her she’d stolen everyday, and no he did not blush at that! Her movements were smooth, and the way she tripped and fell was more on purpose. She was graceful in a practiced way that showed ease and confidence, so why would she reduce herself to being known as clumsy?
Weeks passed by and there wasn’t another disturbance from her brothers, but their game of thief tag went on. He found himself more excited to see what he’d nick off of her everyday. But then sometimes his thoughts would drift back to the thoughts that she didn’t like him, she liked his oblivious, idiot of a brother that couldn’t even see what was in front of him!
“Hey Fé, you doing ok?”
Adrien asked, concern lacing his voice as he glanced at his brother who seemed moodier than normal. Felix rolled his eyes at his brother and flatly said,
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Adrien said hesitantly. Marinette glanced at Felix. She was worried about him, and it didn’t help that her heart seemed to flutter everytime she so much as glanced in his direction. Marinette bit her lip, it had been a while since Tim had talked to them, and they seemed fine, if not more wary and on guard. She fidgeted with her sleeve slightly and thought about what she could do to maybe help cheer him up.
That night she stared at the suit that she had made for him, going over any last minute details that may need to be added before she gave it to him, when an idea hit her! Hopefully he would like it. Thankfully it was Ombré, Rena’s, and Carapace’s turn for patrol tonight so she would be able to work on it for however long she needed to.
Plagg laughed as he flew around the room on his back.
“Why don’t you just ask her?! The two of you have been flirting in your weird way for months!”
“We haven’t been flirting, Plagg. Besides, she has a crush on Adrien.”
“You sure kid? Sometimes people change their minds after so long of being ignored.”
Felix bit his lip before huffing in annoyance. Hesitantly he set out his clothes for tomorrow, adding an extra piece to it, his blazer. He grabbed one of the blank note cards he used for studying off his desk and quickly scrolled down a short note and stuck it in the inner pocket of the jacket. Plagg was right, and if he didn’t find out soon he would either go mad from Plagg and Adrien bugging him about it or his own thoughts.
The next day they passed each other the act of stealing was an instantaneous habit that happened in the blink of an eye. Marinette’s shoe and Felix’s jacket disappearing off the other before they turned in different directions.
Felix looked at the ribbon of the shoe, it wasn’t any ordinary ribbon, and upon closer inspection he noticed it wasn’t a ribbon at all but a bracelet. It was a thinly woven strand of miniature glass beads six across in patterns of gold green and black that swirled in a shimmering glass spiral around the delicate heart shaped piece of silver grey crystal in the center. Felix felt hope well up in his chest at the beautiful gift, and imagined the time she spent making this just for him.
Marinette loved the feeling of Felix’s blazer. It was warm, and was over sized so her fingers barely peeked out of the cuffs. After admiring the details and craftsmanship of the jacket, she began to look for any secrets. She felt around in the blazer until she came to one of the internal pockets and felt something rough and flat, a piece of paper. When she pulled it out she thought it would be another book rec, but felt her eyes widened when she read,
‘You stole my heart, can I take yours in return?’
Marinette giggled lightly at the note, putting it back in the pocket and pulling it tighter around her as she happily skipped to class. She found Felix waiting by the door holding her shoe to her with one finger. He was glancing to the side, his body language stiff showing his nerves.
Marinette said brightly as she stopped in front of him and took her shoe. Felix lightly cleared his throat before finally looking her in the eye.
“I’m afraid that you’ve taken something else from me as well.”
Leaning forward and gesturing for him to lean closer so she could whisper, she smiled as his smooth sharp cheek brushed hers as she stood on tiptoes to whisper into the curve of his ear.
“You stole my heart too, you gorgeous son of a biscuit!”
Then before he could react to the frankly ridiculous statement she grabbed the sides of his head and gently pressed his lips to hers, her hands cradling his face gently as if he were something precious and delicate. Something to be cherished, because he was. She didn’t know when it had started, but now she couldn’t imagine a world without this sharp tongued, quick fingered, and beautiful soul. This boy that meant the world to her, this boy she would die for. This boy she would once again kill for. This boy who she loved with all her heart. And when he returned the kiss, well her heart seemed to explode with joy. Marinette gently pulled away, a red flush to her cheeks as she smiled up at him. He smiled back at her lovingly, his stare soft and gentle. He brought one hand up to hold one her hands that were still cupping his cheek and slowly moved it so he could kiss her knuckles. With a small dramatic bow he asked,
“Shall we, Madam?”
Marinette smirked and gave a small curtsy,
They walked into the classroom holding each other’s hand, and Marinette was still wearing the blazer. And while the class was happy they were happy, they were scared for what was going to happen next, because Rose couldn’t find her perfume and there seemed to be something pink and shiny in Marinette’s bag.
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Leo e inevitablemente te encuentro tejido en alguna palabra, entonces me permito ser débil y pensar en ti. Te imagino, caminando, perdido en la rutina diaria, entre el ajetreo cotidiano. Me pregunto por qué calle palpitarán tus pasos, en qué momento doblarás la esquina, de qué música se visten tus días. Probablemente algún brazo ha rozado tu cuerpo. ¡Qué envidia! Me gustaría ser la piel que toque accidentalmente tu cuerpo. Qué dichosa sería si pudiera verte perdido entre la multitud de personas, caminando, navegando en el mar de pensamientos que te inunda la cabeza. Qué fortuna ser tú, tan distante y ajeno a este apremiante anhelo que tengo de ti, a mis ganas de correr, de por fin encontrarte. Hay tantas interrogantes que se me atiborran en el corazón cuando te encuentro en un libro. ¿Piensas en mí? ¿Juegas a descubrirme entre el mar de rostros que día a día se te diluyen en los ojos? Probablemente no, pero me gusta creer que sí.
Estas en todos lados, aquí, allá, allá, aquí, pero sobretodo dentro, muy dentro de mí.
Con M de Mar