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[lxckybxg]

It is past midnight now so it is officially the 14th which means I CAN POST THIS.

Anyways this is a gift for @edorazzi since I signed up for the @anonymousadmirers

You said anything with Felix would do, so I hope a bunch of Felix’s will do.

[zeladanial]

Here’s my gift for @lxckybxg, as part of the exchange hosted by @anonymousadmirers!

I had a lot of fun with this, also for my first time actually drawing Félix seriously, he actually came out ok!!

[life-and-signs-thereof]

For @the-pv-obsession for the @anonymousadmirers exchange!!!

[o-a-crutchfeild]

Locks

@anonymousadmirers @recklesssketches 

There is no lock on the door of Felix Malheur's room, and he knows the reasons very well. As such, he's always been exceptionally gifted at hearing footsteps. He can tell which steps belong to his mother, or to his father, or even to Adrien, though he's mistaken those for his father's more and more often lately. They walk with the same pride, the same chilling rhythm that makes Felix's stomach churn as he races to hide whatever he's working on, lest he be found out. He's very, very good at not being found out. 

Felix is waiting for someone. He's not entirely sure who. He feels like he's found them when he's dancing, or when he's running, or when he lands a solid punch against some(thing something never some'one' M. Arouet, you've got to understand, it's fine, I'm fine, no nothing's going on at home)thing. Or when he hears a bit of music that just sounds like it can get out of his head. Any time he feels like he's outside his head, actually. Whoever he's looking for, they're the key to... 

To... 

Why can't he find the words? 

...

There are no security cameras in the library, and therefore, Felix's parents cannot demand the footage. The halls aren't entirely safe, of course. But the library isn't filmed. The thought is comforting to Felix, as he exchanges messages with someone he'll never meet, someone who probably doesn't even live on the same continent, someone who he can talk to in a way you can't talk to someone who comes with a face and a body. 

'Ladybug,' he types. 'I'm not sure I'll be around much this week. It's got to do with some family stuff.' That's putting it mildly. 'Don't block me or die or anything while I'm gone, okay? ;3' 

The message pings back quickly. One thing for Ladybug, whoever she- or he, or they, Felix can't really know, and can't bring himself to care- has going for her(him them) is punctuality. 'Whatever kitty. U safe?' 

'I am. I promise.' 

'U better not send me spam again or I block ur ass.' 

He laughs, the first time he's laughed since the last fight. It's not even that funny. It's downright insulting, but it's so normal, and such an empty threat at this point that he can't bring himself to feel even a hint of annoyance. 

'I got hacked, my Queen. Seriously! 3':' 

'Yeah, right. See ya, Kitty.' 

'Goodbye.' 

He shuts down the chatroom and clears his history as quickly as he can, heart pounding as he packs up his computer and steps out, to where the large black car with dark windows and a tall, imposing man inside is parked. "Hey Dad." There is no response. Felix doesn't press for one. It won't be good. 

...

He runs a hand through fresh-cut hair, taking deep breaths, and wishing that the door locked. God, he'd love a lock. He'd love to be allowed to just keep the door closed, keep the world out, keep his family out, keep every curse and shout and sickness on the other side, while he would be safe on this side, trapped maybe, but in a cell of his own making, not in a corner, not with someone else trapping. Not in something unpredictable and wild. Something that never hit him, but never let him rest, or breathe, or think, something that never let him forget who he was and that who he was wasn't enough. 

Something that was always quick to point to where he'd failed, and never to where he's succeeded. Something that favored his brother sometimes, but that he also knew he couldn't protect his brother from, something that- 

He'd sure like a lock. 

But he can still make sure the door is all the way shut, because the knob is rusted and doesn't automatically turn on it's own, and his father says he prefers that all the doors creak, so he knows where everyone is. He can still pull the blankets up and shut his eyes. He can still grab a battered journal and just rub the pages, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that he's not 'nonsense' and he's not going to disappear. He's not going to be stuck in this house forever. He's going to be okay. 

So what if he doesn't talk to anyone at school? It's just high school. He'll be fine in college. He can go to college, he'll be okay. He won't fail. He's smart. He knows he's smart, and his father's wrong. He just has to keep telling himself that, and he'll survive this. And someday, he'll have his own door, and he'll be able to put a lock on it, and won't have to listen for footsteps anymore. 

...

"Are you going to prom?" 

He looks up at Bridgette Dexter, surprised. "I... I guess, I haven't decided yet." 

"You need to decide soon," she laughs. "Ticket sales close tomorrow." 

He bites his lip, and flinched when his tooth hits the sore he's already worn into it recently. "Are you going with someone?" 

"No, I'm going alone," she shrugs. "I didn't get asked, but it's prom. It's not like I can miss it."

"Plenty do..." he hesitates. "I'll try to go." 

"If you do, I'll-" she's cut off as her phone rings, and Felix looks away, not listening, until she shuts the phone. "I gotta go, see you." 

"Bye..." he smiles softly. That was a normal conversation. And yeah, it was with Bridgette, but at least he wasn't alone, for a few minutes... and maybe he doesn't have to be. 

Maybe. 

...

He hands in the prom permission slip, signed by his mother, the next morning. Why not? 

...

He closes his eyes, letting hot water hit his face as he breathes, focusing on anything else but the most recent fight. He washes his hair, and he's not hurting. He's not upset. He'll be fine, a few well-placed lies and he'll be fine, just a little, just- 

...

Bridgette's the one who finds him on prom night, in a suit that allows for dancing but hasn't required that feature thus far, sitting in a corner and shaking. 

"What's wrong?" she asks softly. 

"I..." 

"You...?" 

He gets up offering her a hand. "Dance with me." It's not a request. It's somewhere between a demand and a plea, but it doesn't leave room for a negative response. 

She places her hand in his, and Felix smiles, stepping onto the dance floor, and spinning her over it. He feels as though he's found the person he was looking for. 

He has, if only for the night.

[joongie-smiles]

A Letter from Fellow Miraculous Users

@chatbug-jk @anonymousadmirers

This if the lovely chatbug. I hope you like this. It is a small series so there will be more chapters in the future. 

Prompt: Chat Noir and Ladybug decide that in order to retire happily they will provide their predecessors with a how to book for superheroing. Containing heart felt and funny stories, interviews, and commentary from the one and only Ladybug and Chat Noir, How to be a Superhero will help make turning into a spotted ladybug and a leather clad cat a little more manageable.

Characters: Bridgette/Ladybug, Felix/Chat Noir, Tikki, Plagg

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Lesson 1, Lesson 2, Lesson 3

Being a superhero is rough. You can’t tell others about your secret identity and you have to sacrifice so many things to be one. You sacrifice your time, sleep, health, and maybe even your life, but someone has to do it. By sacrificing all of that and more, we are protecting the innocent people of Paris. We become our alter egos in order to keep peace and order. We push past the physical, mental, and emotional pain and continue the seemingly endless struggle for peace because we will not leave the defenseless to stand alone. That is our pledge as heroes: to help and to protect. So, as a last attempt to help, we will give you our experiences as heroes in order to make the whole thing a little less frightening and confusing. A guide to superheroing. This is designed to help you learn a little more about your powers and kwamis. None of these “lessons” are in any particular order, but we’ve deemed them important for you to know. Good luck.

Ladybug

Chat Noir

[the-pv-obsession]

This is my anonymous admirers for @all-about-the-one-shots-and-ocs! Please enjoy! This Ladybug PV anonymous admirers was so fun!

Thanks @anonymousadmirers for this event! 

[disgusting-daisy]

I want to see more of your disgusting activities. Will you be posting more pics soon on Fet, or perhaps videos on another site? -AnonymousAdmirer

Definitely stay posted on my fetlife!

[edorazzi]

happy valentine’s day! here’s my @anonymousadmirers gift for the lovely @zeladanial!

felibug is a rare ship (even i haven’t explored it very much before), so this is something i hope will be kind of unique. tumblr’s resizing is terrible so fullview for the best resolution! (´∀｀)♡