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knifedancer · 6 months

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The Kissing Booth

Marinette's class opts to run a kissing booth for their school fair fundraiser. Unfortunately Chloe drops out at the last minute and Marinette is selected to replace her. She's really uncomfortable with being a 'kisser' at the booth but then something unexpected happens...

Also posted on AO3.

“I don’t know about this, Alya!” Marinette anxiously tugged on the fabric that would be her blindfold for the next hour. It was canary yellow with little bees and flowers embroidered on it. She had handmade one for each participant.

“Come on, girl! You agreed to the kissing booth idea when we were planning what our school fair project would be,” Alya replied.

“But I didn’t plan to participate! This is so humiliating,” the bluenette bit her lip as she mentally panicked. “Why did Chloe have to back out at the last possible minute?”

The other girl shook her head, “Doesn’t matter. Don’t you see? This is your chance! You’ve been in love with Adrien since collège and we’re in lycée now. You’re no longer that short, awkward classmate that tripped over herself in Sunshine’s presence. He’ll kiss you and it’ll be magical. You’ll get married and have three kids and a hamster named—”

“Marinette, it’s your turn at the booth!” Rose’s excited voice called out from the other side of the curtain. The girl in question felt the pit of her stomach drop at the pronouncement, being overtaken by nerves.

“Look, I pulled some strings so you won’t be scheduled for the same hour as Adrien. That way he can come and support you instead of being tied up at the other side of the booth from you. Now get out there!” Alya shoved her from the small prep area they had curtained off and towards the back entry.

Marinette knew the booth set up by heart as she had helped design and build it. It was a long chute with two aisles that led to a set of booths where a male and female student would stand. Both booths were separated by a barrier and an exit curtain would lead the attendees away. Six students in total had signed up to be participants, equally split between sexes, and all had to be eighteen to avoid extra approval paperwork with the school. A few student staff members would stand at the entryway, before the two aisles diverged, to collect the required entry fee. Next to the entry was a bulletin board where the current participants’ photos would be posted. Participants would sit or stand at the booth while blindfolded, kissing whoever approached. They had set the whole thing up to keep things as anonymous as possible so that other students wouldn’t feel pressured to go one way or another, avoiding embarrassment, and keep from any awkwardness happening after in school.

It had been a good plan but Chloe, who had initially volunteered, had decided to flake out at the last possible moment. It left them in a lurch as they needed another female student to take her place and there were very few girls in the class that were eighteen that were willing to fill in: Juleka and Marinette. The Adrienette club, consisting of their various friends from Bustier’s old class, had tapped the designer to do it. She was very uncomfortable with the idea and expressed her desire not to participate – she hadn’t even had her first real kiss yet! No, she didn’t count the ones as Ladybug! – but they were adamant. They had brushed off her concerns without a second thought. It didn’t help when they heaped on the guilt about not being able to reach their fundraising goal for their class trip without their sixth person. Railroaded into accepting, the bluenette had been barely holding back a panic attack ever since.

The Ladyblogger gestured for her to take a seat on the stool and helped her put on the blindfold. “Alright, there you are! Now…I know you’re nervous but don’t worry about it! You’re going to be fine! But, if it helps, I’m your first customer,” with that, Alya gave her a friendly peck on the cheek that caused them both to laugh. “Don’t worry, you got this.” With that, she turned Marinette towards the front of the booth and exited the area, leaving the girl alone.

The young designer sat and wondered who might come to her side of the booth. With her luck, Adrien wouldn’t come at all. Not that she was necessarily hoping for that outcome. She had been waiting for three years for him to notice her, three years to figure out a way to tell him how she felt, three years of helping him with dates or gifts for other girls… Was someone worth waiting for that never noticed you or thought of you as anything more than a friend? She wanted to matter to someone! Marinette had resolved herself to let the silly crush go. She had grown into herself since making that decision, becoming more confident and outgoing, losing her stutter, as well as finally gaining a little height (170cm). She was finally taller than her maman! Plus the physical exertion she experienced as Ladybug left her with athletic, lean muscles stretched over a pear-shaped frame. She wasn’t as curvy as Alya or Mylene, but she was happy with her more feminine curves. Even with all those changes, Adrien had still not noticed her, so she felt more assured than ever that she made the right choice.

An hour of time can pass in a blink of an eye or feel like a lifetime. For Marinette, it was the latter. After a little while, she found herself still sitting alone. She had propped her elbows up onto the small counter of the booth and rested her head on her hand. The walls themselves were not very thick so she knew Kim, who was sharing other side of the booth for the hour, had received several customers. Satisfied ones at that, if the moans and giggling were any indication.

‘Jeez, Kim… I’d tell you to get a room but you actually have one already…,’ she thought to herself as she blushed from a particularly raunchy noise. ‘Guess I didn’t have anything to worry about, no one really wants to kiss me.’ Tears pricked at her eyes behind the blindfold at that thought. Not that she wanted to be kissed by any random person, especially for her first kiss, but it still wounded her feelings a little. Almost every girl worries that she could be unattractive, Marinette was no exception.

And so, time passed awkwardly accentuated by muffled noises from next door. When it got closer to the end of the hour, Marinette could hear a commotion towards the entryway but could not make out what was being said. She could vaguely hear Alya questioning someone, but the response was lost on the bluenette. She wished she was up there instead, handling angry customers had become second nature to her from all her years working at her parents’ bakery. Anything was better than just sitting here!

Within a few minutes the commotion outside had stopped and she could hear footsteps approaching. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, your hour has finished. It is time for Miss Kubdel’s shift. I have come to retrieve you,” came the familiar voice of Felix. Adrien’s cousin was still the haughty boy he always had been but had mellowed out enough to participate in class fundraisers. Like Marinette, he had also gone through changes over the last three years. While Adrien had the height and strong shoulders, he had taken more after his mother – a lithe form with lean muscles. It turned out for the best, allowing the model to take on more androgynous looks that appealed to Gabriel’s larger audience. Felix had grown to over 180cm, developed broad shoulders and a bulkier muscular structure, and began styling his hair in a shorter version of the Harvard Cut. He still wore the same formal clothes but now had the stature to match his superior attitude. He certainly cut an intimidating figure.

Marinette untied her blindfold, sliding from the booth to join him by the exit curtain. She rubbed her eyes with a stretch, feeling stiff from sitting for so long. “Thanks, Felix. That was a long hour! How did we do on fundraising so far?”

“It appears we made our goal,” he replied blandly.

“Wow, really? Mon Dieu, I guess Kim was really popular!” Felix seemed to stiffen at her statement but did not say anything. “At least whatever we raise from the third shift can be used in our rainy-day fund.”

Felix, ever the gentleman, lifted the curtain aside for her and she nodded her thanks. They politely parted ways – he back to the front to monitor security and money handling practices; Marinette back towards their classroom to grab her wallet so she could enjoy the rest of the fair. Walking among the booths, she selected a one serving a delicious pasta before moving on to the crafts areas. Everyone was so creative and excited!

Her perusal of some bracelets was cut short when someone tugged hard on her elbow. Catching herself from falling over, she looked over to find a very frustrated red head. “Hey Alya, what’s up?”

“Girl, what is going on between you and Felix? Because he made a huge scene earlier at the booth!”

“What scene? There’s nothing going on between us, you know that…,” came Marinette’s puzzled reply.

Alya led her away from the busy booth areas and towards a quieter corner, pulling out her phone and presenting it to her friend. “Here. Watch the video I took during your shift.”

~~~ The Video ~~~

The camera shook as it came into focus on the entryway to the kissing booth. A small crowd of students had gathered near the bulletin to see who was participating and the schedule of kissers for the day. Ivan and Juleka were standing next to the collection box that they would add to as students approached. Suddenly a male student walked back through the entry and angrily huffed as he left, followed by another and another. Some asked for their money back but were otherwise either disappointed or angry looking as they left.

“What the heck is going on…,” came Alya’s disembodied voice as the video began progressing into the entryway. First down Kim’s area, where one could clearly see the jock lip-locked with a guy in a ponytail and red football jersey. Then the camera traveled back up the chute and into the other side.

There, Alya encountered a small crowd of agitated students that were stopped. Pushing through, Felix’s towering form was seen at the front. He had planted himself in the middle of the chute, arms crossed, glaring down anyone that dared to pass him. When one brave boy tried to step around him, Felix appeared to snarl something, too low to be heard by the camera, before the unknown boy paled and backed off. “Any other takers?” Felix asked the crowd calmly, staring them all down. “No? Then please leave.”

“Hey! You can’t stop paying customers… I want a kiss from the hottie in the photo!”

“Yeah, I want a kiss too!”

“I wouldn’t mind more than a kiss, if you know what I mean!”

“Ooooh!”

“Not before I get my turn with her!”

“It’s not like she belongs to you, man!”

Many in the crowd echoed similar sentiments, not noticing the darkening countenance of the tall young man in front of them. Felix uncrossed his arms and advanced, looming over the first student that insinuated getting more than a kiss from Marinette. The crowd’s mutterings had fallen silent, those in the front trembled or shivered from the look on Felix’s face. He seemed to exude a deadly aura, even the light in the room seemed to dim in his proximity.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are, you sexist guttersnipe? It appears your parents raised you to think of women as merely playthings to be owned or used,” he slowly looked around, making sure to glare into the eyes of all those present. “You all disgust me. The person down this chute is a respectable, hard-working, intelligent young lady that does not deserve your slimy paws or ghastly thoughts directed toward herself. I will not let you proceed. Regardless of gender, none of you are worthy of her time. Leave immediately or…,” his voice seemed to growl with malice, “I’ll make you leave.”

The crowd dispersed back to the front with nothing more than upset mutterings. The recording drew closer to Felix, who had turned to look with mild interest. “What do you think you are doing? We’re trying to run a kissing booth here!”

“I know, Césaire, and I have a booth to protect,” he replied nonchalantly.

“By what, scaring off all our customers?!” Alya questioned angrily.

“Alya, I’m sure there’s a good reason Felix did that,” came Adrien’s soothing voice. He must have either joined in the investigation or split off from the crowd that had been excused.

“Quite right, cousin. Miss Dupain-Cheng was incredibly uncomfortable about the prospect of performing at the booth as a participant today. No one should be forced to do something that they do not want,” Felix remarked as if schooling a student that had asked a dumb question.

“Excuse you? Marinette didn’t have an issue! She would have told me!” came the blogger’s offended cry.

“Yeah, Felix. Besides, it’s not hurting anyone!” Adrien contributed.

The emerald eyes of the boy in front of them flashed and narrowed on them. “Did you even bother to ask Marinette how she felt? Or, knowing you two, bother to listen?” Felix crossed his arms and stood straight again, taking advantage of the additional 5cm he had over Adrien to now loom over the two friends. “Let me take your silence as a no. You didn’t ask, you didn’t listen. You pressured her until she agreed and then forced her to partake in an activity that she did not want to do in the first place.”

“But she…we didn’t think…,” began the other blond, cowering from his cousin. From his stance one could almost imagine a cat with its tail tucked between its legs while in the presence of a larger predator.

“That’s right, you didn’t think, cousin. You’re both no better than the ignoramuses I have been chasing off. You assigned me security for the day and that’s what I’m doing. Her welfare matters more than your ridiculous kissing booth,” he responded coldly.

“And how are we supposed to make up the money that we just lost to refunds? That had to be at least two dozen you chased off!” Alya questioned, clinging to her anger.

Felix clicked his tongue, looking less deadly than before but no less commanding. “Forty-two in total were sent away. If you’re concerned about the money, then I will pay triple for all the kisses Miss Dupain-Cheng was to give today.”

The camera had picked up Alya and Adrien’s choke at the statement but, before they could reply, Felix pointedly looked at his wristwatch. “Seems the hour is up. I will escort Miss Dupain-Cheng out to make sure she is not bothered by any lingering riffraff. I will join you at the front of the booth to settle the payment after.” With that he turned and walked down the chute towards the booth area.

“What the hell was that abou—,” Alya’s voice was cut off with the end of the recording.

~~~ Back to Present ~~

Marinette stood stunned as her friend took back her phone. She had never seen Felix be so protective before! Especially of her! She pressed a hand to her heart as it raced in her chest, hearing the blood pumping loudly in her ears.

“So? Did he say anything to you?” Alya demanded.

“No…he didn’t say anything about that…,” the girl replied slowly. “All he said was that we reached our goal…”

“Damn right we did, because he paid triple the rate for every person he turned away,” her friend exclaimed. Then her face changed to one of concern, “Was what he said true? Were you not comfortable participating as a kisser?”

Marinette winced and looked down, mumbling, “Yeah… I didn’t want to participate but none of you seemed to listen… I’ve been on the verge of a panic attack since yesterday and it was a relief when no one came to kiss me during my shift.”

Alya threw her arms around her and hugged tight, her tone contrite, “I’m so, so sorry! I should have listened to you. Can you forgive me?”

The designer returned the hug with a small smile, “Done. Just don’t push me into these things again, okay?”

They pulled apart with a giggle of agreement, the bespectacled girl grabbed her shoulders and looked curious. “So…Felix really didn’t say anything to you? Did you tell him how uncomfortable you were?”

“No, nothing…,” Marinette replied confusedly, replaying his words from the video in her mind. Her heart began to race again; she needed to talk to him! She glanced down at her phone to check the time, noting that he should be helping with the tear down right now. “Alya, I gotta go. Call me later, yeah?”

With that, she took off running. She summoned every Ladybug reflex she had and dashed through the throngs of people that still drifted between the food and craft stalls. She finally made it back to the booth location and looked around, not seeing the tall blond anywhere. Marinette approached Ivan, “Have you seen Felix?”

“Uh…yeah, I think he was taking the collection box back to the classroom,” he replied. “Good work today, by the way! I heard you were the big money maker!”

Marinette blushed and took off again, heading towards the main building. She slid to a stop at the classroom door and threw it open with a loud bang. Felix looked up from his task with a glare before realizing it was her. “Would you please close the door? I should have locked it while I was counting but didn’t think anyone else would come in here.”

She gingerly closed and locked the door, unsure how to proceed with this conversation. “Felix… Alya told me what happened at the booth earlier.”

The blond stiffened and sat back in his chair; he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “I see. I’m sorry if I overstepped—”

“No, no, you did the right thing! It’s just...,” Marinette pulled at her fingers as sought out what to say. “How did you know I was uncomfortable? I mean…the rest didn’t seem to notice and…”

As she rambled incoherently, Felix had gotten up and approached the table in front of her. He sat on the edge of the desk and sighed, “I notice everything about you, Marinette.”

Marinette met his eyes with a jolt, staring into them as if trying to figure out her lucky charm. “Why?” was all she could manage, her voice taking on a fragile tone.

“In these three or so years that we’ve attended school together, I’ve grown to respect and admire you.” The blond’s voice dropped to a quiet, humble murmur, “Because you matter to me more than you could ever know.”

Not breaking eye contact, she stepped forward into his personal space. She reached out her right hand and hesitated, watching to make sure he was comfortable with it, before settling it on his left pectoral. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingers, pounding the same tempo as her own. His eyes were wide with surprise and she could hear his fingers gripping the edge of the desk so tightly that it creaked in protest.

“…Part of the reason I was so uncomfortable today was because I’ve never been kissed before,” she stated hesitantly. She noted the way the muscles in his chest seemed to tense beneath her hand at the confession. “For a long time, I thought it was just because no one was interested in me...” She saw his brow furrow and lips open as if to refute her statement, but Felix stopped when she applied just a little pressure.

“I think I was actually just waiting for the right person,” her hopeful blue eyes met his stare. She was scared of being rejected but, as soon as she saw how he had reacted in the video, she knew she had to take the chance. Because he had somehow wheedled his way into her heart without her noticing. “Felix, I…”

The boy’s hands released the table and one reached up to gently cup her cheek, as if holding a precious jewel. The other came to rest over her hand on his chest. He gazed into her eyes; she watched as something seemed to melt in their depths. Her left hand came up to cover the one on her face, leaning into it with a small smile. Marinette had never felt so safe and treasured. She could feel his heartbeat pick up slightly. Felix looked down at her lips as he leaned in, stopping just as their noses touched. She knew he would not proceed without her consent. They made exhaled a shared shaky breath, as if under great strain, before she closed the distance for him.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped from being in the sun all day, but she had never felt anything so soft before. His lips moved against her own and she eagerly matched his rhythm. The hand on her cheek traveled down to her lower back and pulled her close, her body fitting perfectly between his thighs and against his broad frame. Her hand, now free, moved to the back of his neck and toyed with the soft short hairs there. They kept the kiss languid and gentle, neither wanting to push too far.

When they finally broke away, their faces had matching ruddy complexions. She gently bumped her nose against his, reveling in their new found intimacy. Felix chuckled and wrapped his arms loosely around her, keeping her against his chest but making sure she didn’t feel trapped. Marinette felt some of her old anxieties creeping in. “Was…was that okay?”

“More than okay, my dear. I admit, I am not versed in the art of kissing either. But, if you so desire, I would be willing to practice with you…,” Felix offered slyly, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. “Perhaps for the rest of our lives?”

Her breathing hitched at the implications of his words. Marinette imagined what a life shared with him would be like, the joy and warmth, the teasing and banter, protected and treasured… She felt an overwhelming sense of rightness at the prospect. She must have been lost in thought for too long because Felix leaned back with a look of concern.

“Marinette, I didn’t mean to make the assumption—” he was cut off by her finger to his lips. She smiled at his expectant but shocked face.

“Less talking, more practice, hot stuff.” Felix broke into a grin then happily pulled her into another kiss. The second of many in their future.

Afterall, he had paid for them…

~~~Author's Note:

"Best investment I ever made." - Felix, on his wedding day.

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forbiddendrabbles · 8 months

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Inspired by this fic (Linked to specific chapter) Luka uses second chance to rape Marinette over and over with his hemi in all the ways he can think of. Even if you won't remember it, I'll always be the one who took all of your virginities.

Possible ending: gets miraculous back and bunnyx says not to give it back he abused it. Ladybug wants to know why. Says Marinette, please. If not for my sanity or yours, don't make sass relive what he was forced to witness. She agrees reluctantly, but will always wonder

Possible sequel: strike back aged up. Goes into portal with flairmiddable and he asks what that is, sees her being raped. When brushed off, he says she needs to see it. Gets sick, has breakdown. Decides to curse him from ever using a miraculous again despite being compromised. Also curses him to never be able to have sex without excruciating agony and strips his memories of the events. Needs to keep reminding herself she gave it up willingly to chat or flairmiddable or robin (is this felinette or adrinette? Maybe daminette? Poly work?), that Luka erased those timelines himself, so they didn't happen. It helps...eventually. in the immediate, she just needs someone.

If biodad maribat, maybe goes to brothers for comfort. Doesn't say why, unless she knows they won't do something, or that they have similar experience (dick).

If not biodad, goes to lover(s) for comfort

#dark writing idea #writing ideas #tw: r*pe #tw: sa #tw: noncon #fanfic ideas #dark fanfic ideas #trying414

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natedogx15 · 2 years

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Miraculous Ladybug Discussions Master List

A New Look At Adrien In Desperada

A New Look At The Fallen Hero Trope And Adrien

Adrien After Hawkmoth’s Defeat

Adrien and Excelling, A Missed Opportunity

Adrien: Be Myself

Adrien’s Behavior If There Were More Heroes At The Start

Adrien Cataclysming A Person

Adrien Character, A Dynamic or Static Character

Adrien’s Feather Allergy

Adrien Genderswap AU

Adrien Giving Up The Black Cat

Adrien In Season Five

Adrien’s Problems Being Said But Not Changed

Adrien Sharing Traits with Lila and Chloe

Artificial Miraculous: Peacock Version + ‘Kwami’

Artificial Miraculous: Technology Version

Cataclysming An Akumatized Person

Character’s Ages

Chloe Possibly As The New Hawkmoth

Emilie’s Secret Mastermind

Ephemeral, The Black Cat Needed Not Chat Noir

How I Feel About Adrien Salt Takes

How Miraculous Ladybug Could Have Introduced A Second Miracle Box

I Do Not Know How To Feel Right Now

I Honestly Feel Bad For Adrien Now

Kuro Neko, Adrien Has The Potential But Doesn’t Use It

Lukanette, Felinette, Adrigami Thoughts

Marinette Mistaking Adrien’s Identity vs Adrien Mistaking Ladybug’s Identity

Mind Control In Miraculous Ladybug

Miraculous Ladybug’s Build Up Problem

My Thoughts On Penalteam

My Thoughts On The Season Four Finale

Nathalie And Marinette Comparison

Okay, Cat Blanc Just Got So Much Worst For Me

Queen Bee Wont Return But What About Queen Wasp?

Question About The Umbrella Scene Salt

So What Was The Point Of The Anti-Akuma Charms

Syren vs Cat Blanc, Marinette Keeping Secrets vs Adrien Keeping Secrets

The Rooster and Goat Miraculous Powers

The Miraculous Team’s Wins

What The Heck Was With Qilin

Where Were The Mummies Gonna Come From?

Why Adrien Has Been Moved From Partner To Temporary Hero/Sidekick Status

Why Does Hawkmoth Never Go For The Lucky Charm

Why Is There Tom and Sabine Salt

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instantn00ds · 8 days

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Heyo! I’ve been posting kinda frequently? lol We’ll see how long that lasts. For my Felinette POTO people! Here’s a little preview of what I’ve been cooking up. I’m thinking I’ll post on ao3 when I’m done with all of it, but tbh we’ll see what I’m feeling. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a set of silver studs, in the shape of simple, delicate circles. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theater, is still in pristine condition. May I start at twenty francs?”

There was no movement in the crowd gathered at the dilapidated opera house; the jewelry looked plain– of no value to those hoping to resell or show off. But Adrien was entranced by the way they glimmered, hypnotized by the memory of her.

“Fifteen, then?” the auctioneer questioned, “Fifteen I am bid.”

This seemed to motivate the spectators, as slowly, but surely, they began to liven. As the bidding continued, Adrien snapped out of his trance long enough to buy the studs.

“Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Agreste! Thank you, sir.”

The earrings, placed in a small velvet box, were handed across to the old man. Now, he could study them– focus with a closer view. They felt foreign in his aged hands, heavy almost. As if they carried a weight far beyond that which they should. If these were the earrings– her earrings– Adrien supposed it would make sense. Afterall, Marinette often carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Quietly, half to himself, half to the box, Adrien smiled, “A collector’s piece indeed– every detail exactly as she said.” He began thinking of his dear, old friend as a smile broke upon his lips. She often spoke of them, her earrings, their hypnotizing gem and shiny, polished metal. What became of them when she’d been gone?

Adrien’s attention returned to the auctioneer, as he resumed with the next item, “Lot 666, then: A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of Chat Noir: a mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster.”

“Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination. Gentleman?”

The auctioneer switched on the chandelier. There was an enormous flash as the bulbs came to life, shining and blinding those who looked directly at them. Adrien remembered a time, not long ago, when those bulbs were instead candles– each requiring its own attention to light. He recalled what it looked like when the wax would drip down, milky and hot, as smoke would rise from the small flames. He remembered the stage hands and how they would complain each night the chandelier was to be lit– how hot it made the room, especially when the crowds packed in, a sea of people. It was like he could see the opera house restore itself before his very eyes.

#miraculous ladybug #phantom of the opera au #felinette #felix x marinette #agreste twins #more like agreste brothers lol #I haven’t decided yet #miraculous pv

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 5 years

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Felinette smut prompt for anyone who wants to write it--please tag if you do but please post on ao3 so you don’t get in trouble by tumblr:

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget you even met Adrien.” Felix promises, gazing down at her wide eyes and blushing cheeks, her lips glistening from their kiss.

#felinette #felix agreste #felix culpa #aged up felinette #miraculous ladybug #marinette cheng #smut prompt #felinette sin #felinette smut #sin #smut

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mikauzoran · 2 years

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Félinette: Scissors (One-Shot)

@mrsleeeeeeung asked for Félinette.

Summary: Marinette finally gets up the courage to confess to Adrien…only it’s not Adrien she confesses to.

Read it on AO3: Félinette: Scissors

Félix was bored out of his mind.

Society parties always put him to sleep, and he could only take so much schmoozing, pretending to be sociable, and being drooled on by Adrien’s fangirls when they mistook him for his cousin.

Granted, he had rather signed up for that when he’d agreed to dress and style his hair the same as Adrien for the night, hadn’t he?

He supposed he had, so there was no point complaining about it now. He regretted it bitterly, though. He wasn’t sure how Adrien made it through these parties without snapping.

Félix’s ennui abruptly dissipated when he spotted Marinette Dupain-Cheng in a stunning red halter-top dress that she had probably made herself.

She was scanning the ballroom intently, clearly on a mission.

He adored that about her. Her focus, determination, and single-mindedness made his stomach flutter.

She was a force to be reckoned with, and he was a sucker for headstrong, passionate women.

Their eyes met.

Hers widened, brightening.

It made his heart flip.

“There you are,” she sighed in relief in lieu of a greeting, taking him by the hand and pulling him out of the ballroom, onto the balcony.

He didn’t even think to protest. He had no complaints about his crush rescuing him from that dreadful party and dragging him off to a secluded, romantic location.

“Sorry,” she apologized, dropping his hand and stepping back, flushed-faced. “I just need to talk to you, and I need to do it now before I lose my nerve.”

He opened his mouth to ask what she needed, but she cut him off.

“—Sorry. Please don’t say anything until I’m done,” she entreated. “This is really hard for me.”

He frowned in confusion, feeling completely lost.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet his gaze. “Adrien…”

Félix’s jaw dropped. “Wait. I’m not—”

She stepped in, placing her fingers over his lips as she backed him up against the wall.

His heart leapt at her proximity, and he completely forgot what he’d been about to say.

He could feel her breath on his skin, and his lips tingled where she touched them.

Her eyes were so big and blue and fiery.

“Adrien, I’m in love with you.”

Her words stabbed him in the chest, cutting him up from the inside as he yearned for those words to really be for him.

He moved her hand away from his mouth and parted his lips to whisper a wounded, “I’m not—”

Single-minded as ever, Marinette didn’t even seem to register his reaction. She was too focused on getting the words she’d practiced for years out. “—I’ve been in love with you for a while now…and I think you have feelings for me too.”

Félix’s eyes went wide in shock.

Did Adrien have feelings for Marinette?! If so, the love that had been growing inside of Félix for this girl over the past five years was doomed.

Marinette leaned in, unintentionally taking advantage of Félix’s stunned state to steal a kiss.

Félix knew he should push her away and fix the misunderstanding.

He almost did…but her lips on his had too strong a pull. He was too weak to fight his feelings for her, so, selfishly, he closed his eyes and let her kiss him.

Mentally, he reasoned that this was his only chance before the love of his life gladly fell into his cousin’s arms to live happily ever after, leaving Félix miserable and alone yet again.

He started to kiss her back. He wanted to kiss her back, but the sheer wrongness of it hit him hard.

She wasn’t kissing him. She was kissing Adrien.

…And Félix was a despicable human being for tricking her like this, even if the mistake had originally been hers.

He turned his head and pushed her back by the shoulders.

“Adrien?” she called apprehensively, no doubt wondering if she had done something wrong.

He shook his head. “I’m so sorry. Like I tried to tell you, I’m not Adrien.”

He snuck a sidelong glance at her as she slowly processed his meaning, and her face went from anxious to confused to horrified before settling on mortified.

“Félix?!” she gasped, stumbling backwards.

He winced as she recoiled.

It was another puncture wound to his lungs.

“I tried to tell you,” he repeated defensively. “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t let me say anything, and then you were kissing me, and I’m more than a little infatuated with you, so I let you, but—”

“—You…like me?” Marinette whispered incredulously.

Félix turned flashing green eyes on her as he glared through tears. “It’s your own damn fault for being so wonderful. I didn’t ask to fall in love with you, you know. I know I’m a fool for loving a woman who can’t see anyone in the world besides my cousin, so you don’t need to ridicule me, thank you very much.”

He tried to back away from her, but he was already plastered to the wall as it was.

He snarled. “No need to gawk. Go find the real Adrien and try again. Go live out a fairytale romance. See if I care. Just…”

Suddenly, all of the fight went out of him, and he slid down the wall, sinking to the floor to curl up in a ball with his knees to his chest, his face buried in his arms.

“Just leave me alone,” he sniffled bitterly.

Marinette carefully lowered herself to the ground and inched in to sit beside him, resting a hand on his back and slowly beginning to rub reassuring circles.

At first, Félix tensed, but as she continued, he gradually began to relax.

“You should go,” he grumbled even though he didn’t actually want her to.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“I don’t want your pity,” he spat halfheartedly, mostly for show.

The last thing he wanted was her thinking that he was pathetic.

“This isn’t pity,” she assured, still rubbing his back. “I hurt you, so I’m doing my best to make amends.”

He shifted uneasily. “But I’m the one who let you kiss me, even though I knew you didn’t want to.”

She shook her head. “Looking back, I kind of jumped you. That was…That was actually kind of yikes.”

She winced, mentally kicking herself. “That was really bad. I’d never want someone to spring something like that on me and then kiss me before waiting for me to process and decide what I wanted. I was in the wrong in the first place, so this whole thing is kind of my bad.”

“Well. At least you’ve got the trial run out of the way,” Félix muttered sourly. “You can do better next time with the real Adrien.”

Marinette pursed her lips. “I think…I think I’m going to shelve the confession for now.”

Félix lifted his head to frown at her. “Why the devil would you do that?”

She shrugged. “Suddenly, I’m not so sure anymore.”

He scoffed. “You’ve been in love with Adrien for nearly five bloody years at this point. What is there not to be sure about?”

“Well…I don’t even know if Adrien’s interested in me.”

“But you said you thought he had feelings for you!” Félix snapped.

Marinette cringed. “I mean…I don’t know. I just… Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like a good idea.”

“You’re really going to drag this out to torture me, aren’t you?” he seethed.

“It’s not like that,” she sighed. “I was just thinking…you’re right.”

He arched an eyebrow comically. “I don’t doubt it, but about what exactly?”

“I’ve only ever had eyes for Adrien. I’ve never been able to see anyone else, and I’m wondering if that was a mistake.”

Silence hung between them for what seemed like minutes.

“…So…what are you going to do?” Félix finally caved and asked when the uncertainty got to be too much.

She bit her bottom lip and looked at him thoughtfully. “I think I need to give other people a chance. Maybe I’ll discover that Adrien is still the one I want to be with, but…maybe not.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What does that mean?”

“…Would you want to go on a date?” she inquired tentatively and was surprised when the suggestion made him bristle.

“Look. I may look like a carbon copy of him, but I’m not about to be your Adrien substitute.”

“Félix,” she called softly, resting a hand on his forearm. “I know. That’s not what I meant. I know you’re your own person. Besides, Adrien may be physically attractive, but you know that’s not the only thing I’m interested in. I like Adrien for his personality…and I’m wondering if I could like you for yours too.”

He looked away, giving a snort. “I have a rubbish personality. You already know that.”

“I don’t know.” She hummed thoughtfully, threading her fingers through his. “You’re definitely a punk brat whose mother lets him get away with murder…but you’re not all bad. I’ve seen glimmers of promise in you.”

Slowly, he turned his head, meeting her gaze. “…You’d like to go on a date?”

She nodded. “I want to get to know you better.”

“All right,” he agreed, just as scared that she’d break his heart as he was terrified that she’d come to love him too.

#Félinette #Felinette #Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Félix Graham de Vanily #Felix Graham de Vanily #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Mistaken Identity #Misunderstanding #Love Confession #Angst #Angst with a Hopeful Ending #Hurt/Comfort #Aged-Up (19)#Writing Prompts #Kissing #Mikau's Writings #Quick Kisses

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miraculousmarifan · 2 years

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Day 6: Pride

Happy late @felinettenovember!

First meeting, with fake dating to trick friends. Aged up. Only around 800 words. Enjoy!

Felix slid into a seat at the end of a busy bar. It wasn't often he had been convinced to go out but under threat of pranks, he agreed to meet his friends there this Saturday night. He came out early, hoping to get a few pictures with the guys when they were still sober enough to remember it and then sneak out while they were drinking. He figured the pictures would be proof that he was actually out, on the off chance they didn't remember his presence.

He ordered a drink to sip slowly. When he got it, he turned to scan the room for an unoccupied table where he could see the door. Before he could start towards one, a girl moved quickly into his space.

A wispy, "Sorry," came as a hand settled onto his neck and pulled his head towards her and lips pressed on his. When he attempted to pull away, her hands kept him close.

First one long kiss, then a second shorter one, before a third long kiss, separated by breaths more than actual parting.

By the end of the third, Felix had settled a hand on her elbow with his eyes closed. She pulled away slowly, blushing all over, and released her hold on him.

He felt certain he was blushing too, despite his bafflement, and he pressed his hand to the place hers had sat on his neck.

She cleared her throat and spoke quickly, "Sorry! I came out with some friends and they were apparently plotting to set me up again with an ex that they thought I wasn't over but when my ex showed up at the table and my friends started trying to get things moving, I panicked and claimed I had invited a guy to come but wasn't sure he'd make it. They didn't believe me so I needed something really good to convince them I wasn't available… sorry! I saw you over here, you didn't seem like you were talking with anyone here and you only had the one drink so I figured you probably hadn't brought a date but that doesn't mean you don't already have a girlfriend and I really shouldn't have just kissed you without asking but I really just needed to get away from the situation! You're really too handsome not to have a girlfriend! I'm so sorry! What can I do to make it up to you? Oh I'm sure you probably want me to leave you alone! I'm babbling like a crazy person!"

Felix was stunned as she continued to speak and took a moment to process before interrupting gently, "I don't actually have a girlfriend. I understand your predicament and am glad to have been of service. I am waiting for some friends to come out at the moment. If you'd like, maybe you could join our table for a little while to escape your friends?"

He glanced at her table, guessing which one it was based on the wide eyes of every person at the table and the brunette with the dropped jaw. He couldn't help the blush that he was sure darkened at their expressions. He hoped this girl wouldn't mind his offer. He couldn't imagine going back to his friends right away if something like this had occurred. The questions and mocking would've been unbearable.

Before she could respond, a hand clamped down on his shoulder. "Felix! You didn't tell me you were bringing a friend too! I didn't even know you knew any girls well enough to bring them out!" Moving around Felix, Claude released his shoulder and reached a hand out towards the girl. "I'm Claude. And you are?"

"Marinette. Nice to meet you! I originally was planning a night out with friends but decided I'd rather spend some time with… Felix, instead." Her blue eyes had turned towards him again, the blush still darkening her cheeks.

He smiled at her. Maybe he would stay out for more than one drink. Marinette glanced once more towards her friends, shrugged at them, then moved close to Felix. He took her cue and placed a hand on her mid-back, low enough to indicate some degree of intimacy without being inappropriate. The trio moved towards a table Claude had pointed out.

Marinette’s smiles and laughter affected Felix more than any of the drinks and the more she leaned into him, the more glad he was to be there. By the end of the night, she had taken many photos of the two having fun and exchanged numbers with the entire table (with him much more subtly than his friends). Her friends took long enough to come over and introduce themselves that neither group suspected that Felix and Marinette might be anything other than close, if not already dating.

#felinette #felinette november #felinette month 2021 #felinette november 2021 #felinette month #aged up #first meeting #fake dating

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edendaphne · 4 years

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Everyone needs to go check out @emzurl's ML Office AU immediately!!!!! IT'S SO AMAZING, the voice acting is fantastic and the animation is absolutely superb! (*chef's kiss*) 😭👌

Em’s synopsis:

This is a pre-reveal, undercover AU where Felix is Gabriel’s son and Chat Noir. In their university years, both Marinette and Felix are still working to take down Hawk Moth. They both find separate evidence linking Gabriel’s fashion company to Hawk Moth’s operation and decide to secretly go undercover in his company. Marinette lands a Production Assistant job while Felix asks his father for a position. Suspicious of Felix’s newfound interest in his company, Gabriel decides to hire a documentary crew to as a way to keep his son in check. This is the story as told through the documentary crew’s lens.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Felinette #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Felix Agreste #ML office AU #Chat!Felix #aged up #my art: miraculous ladybug #Eden art #ml comic #ML AU #listen #L I S T E N #I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH YOU GUYS

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dandelionflower · 3 years

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Felinette Month Day 21

Flower Languages

Was he cheating? Was his use of the bee miraculous the cause for all his success as a florist?

When he was fifteen and Pollen flew up to him, sheepishly asking for a little potted plant to care for, Felix agreed instantly. After all, what was the harm in a tiny plant?

But then one plant turned to two, turned to three, turned to his balcony becoming a miniature jungle, turned to him studying botany and volunteering at community gardens and weekends, turned to this.

When he graduated, he bought a little corner shop, selling specialty bouquets from his own supply of flowers.

His gift for arranging flowers so that each bouquet has a meaning paired with the natural green thumb Pollen had given him meant he was an excellent florist, and he was planning on moving his business to a bigger shop within the month. He was slowly but surely packing up and getting ready to go.

The bell rang just as he was hefting a large vase onto one of the tables he still had.

A petite, heavily inked woman walked in, slamming her hands on the counter with wild eyes.

“I need a bouquet that says ‘you lying sack of scum.’ Please.”

He set the vase down with a clatter. “Of course.” He pulled a small notepad from his apron. “May I inquire as to whom you are giving this?”

Her gaze turned skeptical. “Why?”

He gestured to the array of flowers still waiting to be taken to the new shop. “Because just as there are a great many flowers in the world, there are a great deal of meanings. If you are sending this to, say, an unfaithful partner, I would use a yellow rose. It represents jealousy, the decrease of love, and infidelity.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, it’s not a partner. It’s a person from my past who’s not the most honest. She’s playing her old tricks and I want a bouquet I can put a vaguely threatening card in.”

“Of course. Would you like it to be pretty and inconspicuous, or gaudy and noticeable?”

“What?” She laughed.

“In my experience, when a person sends a bouquet to an enemy, or an unfaithful partner, they either want it glamorous, or so ugly that everyone in their office notices and asks about it.”

“I’ll take inconspicuous, please.”

“No problem. Would you like that in a vase or a piece of paper?”

“Vase. I want her to be noticing it for a long time...”

“Of course.” He smiled and lifted a black vase. “Would this work?”

“Absolutely!”

He nodded and set about the room, lifting and placing dozens of different flowers into the vase, until a perfectly normal, yet slightly foreboding, bouquet sat on the counter, ready to be checked out.

“It’s perfect...” she breathed. “How much?”

“Sixty eight dollars.” He spoke without remorse or personality. “We also have an array of cards to attach.”

She selected one with a knife almost hidden in the colors of the card. She scribbled a message and attached it to the bouquet.

“Thank you, and if I could have your name?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” She accepted the receipt.

“Well, it was a pleasure serving you, Marinette. If you enjoy the threatening bouquet we have provided you today and would like another, our location will me changing to two streets over.”

Marinette squinted and leaned towards him. “Why the customer service voice,” her eyes flicked to his lapel, “Felix? I thought we were having a nice time.”

“Oh! Right.” He coughed. “Whenever I inform customers about my prices they tend to get rather… peeved. It’s easier just to lose all emotion.”

She nodded. “I have to agree. I’m a tattoo artist, so people get really mad when they find out how much it costs, ‘for a little drawing on their arm.’” She made finger quotes. “I just got buff enough to tell them off without fear.”

“I’m afraid I’m not that athletic.” He chuckled.

“You should give it a try. Works wonders on those hard to handle customers.”

“Well, uh,” she seemed nervous for the first time since Felix had seen her, “if you ever do, give me a call.” She pulled out a pen and scribbled a number on a separate card. “Or am I being too forward? I’m no sorry, I never do this, you’re probably so uncomfortable right now.” She made to take the card, but Felix snatched it from her hands just in time.

“No, I’d actually like to talk to you again, Marinette.”

She beamed. “Great! Well, I better get going so...” she lifted the vase with ease, tipping it onto one shoulder as she opened the door to leave. “See you.”

“Goodbye.” He waved.

As soon as she was gone, Felix should have been scurrying about the shop as usual, to get ready to move more flowers to the new location. Instead, he allowed himself a moment to pine before scurrying around the shop as usual.

When his car was loaded with all the flowers he could manage, he drove to his new shop, just two streets over and within a comfortable distance from his apartment.

He opened the door and started shuffling flowers in, checking occasionally to see where Pollen had fallen asleep.

She was curled in the daisies, and squirmed as Felix moved her into his hand.

“Felix... Wha’ happened? I fell asleep?”

He started walking to the front of the shop, to view the different neighboring shops.

“Yes, you did. Not much happened while you were away. I did fill out a very unusual order, though, to the most eccentric-“ he froze, staring at the building across from his; Marinette’s Tattoos, “-tattoo artist.”

@felinettenovember

#felinette #felix agreste #ml felix #felix culpa #marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #florist au #flower shop and tattoo parlor au #aged up au #ml pollen #ml Lila #felinettemonth #Felinette month

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san-fics · 1 year

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Comic 'Felix'

Felinette

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3.1] [part 3.2] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9.1] [part 9.2] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12] [part 13] [part 14] [part 15.1] [part 15.2] [part 16] [part 17.1] [part 17.2]

Hey, @ggomomomo, idk if you read this and if some enemies to lovers Felinette would cheer you up, but I wanted to try)

Part 14/17

Credit @faun_me on Instagram

Translation @san-fics

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knifedancer · 4 months

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Let It Snow 2/2 - Random Drabble

Aged Up scene that popped into my head with comments from a reader. Rough drafted storyline rather than a legit fic.

Inspiration: i'll be surprised if the snow around them didn't melt that day lol since that was quite intense esp for just playing along.

Part 1/2 | Part 2/2 | AO3

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(Marinette humming in the kitchen while preparing coffee wearing just one of Felix's dress shirts, sleeves rolled up and bottom barely covered)

(Door opens, Adrien enters and tosses keys onto the entry table) "Hey Fe....M-Marinette?!"

"Oh...um, h-hey Adrien. Felix was checking on the laundry. You...uh, want some coffee?"

"Uh...sure..." (takes in her appearance: tousled bedhead hair, pink cheeks, lack of clothing)

"Um, what are you doing at Felix's apartment, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, we uh...got soaked in the snow and h-he invited me back to warm up?" (busying herself with the coffee maker)

'Wow, that was so nice of Felix...I'm so glad they're friends!'

(Felix enters and slides up way too close to her backside while helping her retrieve a mug from a tall shelf, a hand placed on her waist in a way that is more than friendly. He's wearing just a t-shirt and boxers, looking just as tousled, winks at her and pulls away just enough for her to complete her task while still staying in physical contact) "So cousin, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

(Adrien, watching their interaction with increasing confusion, Felix just smirks at him) "Buh... We were, uh...supposed to meet up today and...I figured you might want company for breakfast."

(Marinette slides Adrien his mug with a small smile, then hands Felix his. Felix takes her hand and kisses it with a smile before starting his coffee and resting an arm around her loosely) "Well, as you can see, Adrien, I already have company for breakfast." (Fe's eyes slide down her body lecherously for a moment while she rinses out her mug)

"I...uh...ye-yeah..." (flustered and confused Adrien)

(Felix leans down to Marinette's ear and murmurs to her while his arm snakes around her hips) "I put your clothes on the bed, my dear. But you're welcome to stay as long as you like..."

(Marinette smiles slyly up at him and brushes some imaginary lint from his right pec of his shirt) "I would but I have classes today." (flutters her lashes) "Perhaps we could meet up for some Netflix and chill later tonight..."

(Felix grins) "I look forward to it." (his grin becomes predatory as he watches her walk away to change, she flirtatiously looks over her shoulder at him before passing out of sight)

(Adrien looks perplexed, also noticed how short the shirt was on her and feeling confusing urges) "So... you and Marinette seem...close."

(Felix goes back to smirking and dumping his coffee in the sink) "Oh, very close. Now, I apologize, cousin, but I have a guest to take care of before our meeting. You'll see yourself out, won't you?" (Felix heads in the same direction that Marinette left, looking quite excited)

"Sure..." (Adrien rinses out his mug and proceeds back towards the entry, murmuring to himself and Plagg as muffled giggles/squeals/moans are heard further in the apartment) "I didn't realize how mannerly Felix was towards his guests..." (Plagg facepalms in his pocket)

"I'm so glad Marinette made friends with him! Did you see how much he was smiling? If anyone can bring out the best in him, it would be her. She's amazing, our Everyday Ladybug." (blushes remembering the shirt hiking up as she was grabbing him a mug, shakes it off and walks away)

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[Imagine him telling Nino?!]

"Uh...dude, I don't think..."

"You should have seen them! They're probably better friends than us, Nino!"

(Nino's visible confusion, perhaps bi-confusion, dissolves into a facepalm)

Nino muttering: "not for a lack of trying..."

Adrien: "What?"

Nino: "Nothing, dude!"

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Author Notes: You've all been warned now, this is what happens when people comment. My brain is a dangerous place. Don't give it ammunition.

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moonlightkitkat · 5 years

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You forgot this

Prompt: “I Swear I’m not a creep! You just forgot your wallet and i just wanted to give it back to you!”

words: 1162

It was a slow morning at the cafe, which was always welcome. Weekends were usually less busy then the weekdays, since people had their days off and such, and she never minded working on them. There were only a few regulars today, as well as a newcomer, a tall blonde who’s name was Felix.

He ordered a pure black coffee, but she saw him put in several sugars in it after he ordered. She found it funny, he knew he could just order the coffee with however many sugars he wanted right? Or were they the only ones to do that?

Since there weren't any more customers coming, and she finished the orders she already had, she decided to just sketch in her sketchbook a little,coming up with new designs for the boxes in her parents' bakery. They'd had the same ones for a while now, it was time for an update.

Soft music played in the cafe, creating a calm and relaxed atmosphere. Even though this was work, she truly did enjoy the cafe, especially when it wasn't busy and she got to relax like this.

After a few songs played, she looked up and surveyed the room. It seemed a few people left, leaving their mugs out on the table. Closing her book, she stood up and walked around with her tray, placing the dirty mugs on it to be dumped of their leftover contents and washed. Stopping at a small table by the window, she noticed something. A thick leather wallet was sitting there, abandoned on the chair. Sighing softly, she picked it up to look at the ID.

It wasn't rare that customers left their wallets, and she always called them to let them know where it was so they wouldn't have to worry. To her surprise though, the id had a card with it, a business card. She sucked in a breath as she read the name.

Agreste. Felix Agreste.

The son of one of the biggest fashion lines in all of Paris, heir to the company. That was who he was? The boy who put an insane amount of sugar into his coffee was the same stern, quiet, and cold man she read about in the media? To say it was hard to believe they were the same person was an understatement.

Glancing back at the counter, she quickly set the tray down, slipping off her apron and hanging it up. “Hey Alya! I’m heading out for a bit, I should be back in about ten minutes!”

Her best friend and coworker poked her head out from the back room, fixing her ponytail. “Emergency at the bakery?” she guessed.

Usually that was the reason for her suddenly taking off work for a little bit, but not this time. “Someone forgot his wallet.”

The brunette’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Why don't you just call him then?”

“His workplace is nearby, i figured id save him the trouble.”

A Knowing smirk appeared on Alya’s face, and she chuckled in amusement. “If you say so girl. Go on go on, ill hold the cafe over while your gone. Just get back soon Mari, we don't get as many customers when your cute face isn't at the register,” she winked.

Marinette’s face flushed at her words, and she quickly left the shop.

The Agreste Manor wasn't too far from the shop, just down the block. Lots of workers for the agrestes usually came to jer shop to get their fix of caffeine before the day started, but she’d never seen the agreste’s themselves come in. usually they had cooks of their own, as well as a few butlers. Would they have butlers? She had no idea what rich people were like, save for Chloe, and she only hoped the Agreste’s weren't like that. Then again, Adrien was a sweetheart, so they couldn't be that bad.. Right?

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even realized she'd made it to the manor until she bumped into someone. Startled out of her thoughts, she looked up in surprise, her eyes widening as her eyes met with beautiful cool blue grey eyes, with a hint of green in them. It was Felix. She stumbled backwards, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Somehow he seemed a lot smaller when he was on the other side of the counter. Now? Now he was so tall, she barely reached his shoulder!

“H-Hi,” she stuttered, forgetting for a moment why she was there.

The boy did nothing but stare at her, his expression unreadable. All at once she remembered why she came, and she quickly held out the wallet, watching as his eyes widened, surprise apparent.

“You're the girl from the cafe,” he noticed, his voice full of suspicion. She suddenly realized that he thought she had stolen it, and her eyes widened in horror.

“You uh, forgot this! So I brought it back!” Her face flushed with embarrassment.

The wallet left her hands, and she watched as he flipped through his wallet, no doubt checking to make sure she didn't steal anything. When he was satisfied, he looked down at her, pocketing his wallet.

“Thank you miss…

“Marinette. Marinette Dupain Cheng.”

His eyes had a spark of recognition in it, and he looked at her in a new light. “Related to the owners of the bakery I presume?”

The tension in her shoulders faded a little, and she offered a warm smile. “My parents own the bakery. I used to help there when i was younger.”

He nodded his head, a slight smile appearing on his face. “My brother has talked about you, he speaks highly of your bakery, even if our father doesn't approve of the sweets.”

GIggling, Marinette nodded. “I remember. He always wanted our croissants, so id sneakhim some at school when I could.”

“He told me about that, he'd come home with a drunken smile and would whine about how he wanted to live in the bakery and eat everything there. Our father knew nothing of the secret sweets.”

They both chuckled at the memories, finding a topic that they both had fond memories of: Adrien.

“I don't suppose you'd want to come inside?” He asked carefully.

Marinette’s eyes widened,and she glanced back in the direction of her cafe, chewing her lip. “I’d love to.. But Alya’s all alone in the shop..”

Nodding his head, Felix looked down at her. “Of course. The offer still stands though, as thanks for returning my wallet.” He turned to walk within the gates of the Manor before pausing, looking back. “Im sure Adrien would like to see you as well. Thank you again Marinette.” With that he headed into the white manor, and Marinette took in a slow breath before returning to her cafe, a soft smile on her face.

“Felix.. He isn't so bad.” Definitely like the coffee he orders. Pretends to be bitter and plain, but is secretly sweet.

#ML #miraculous season 3 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #marinette #felix month #felinette #aged up #coffee shop #alya cesaire #adrien #adrien agreste

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