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Roomies | 1 - Sugar and Spice

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Marinette had two cones of ice cream in her hands: one with a big scoop of strawberry at the base, topped with blueberry and a cherry, and another with mango and charcoal. She frowned down at both treats, evidently conflicted at her predicament.

Just in time, Shadow emerged from under the bridge and dropped onto the railing. Any other passerby would've jumped or reeled back in shock, but Marinette only stared at him. The hero eyed the two ice creams she held. "Are you going to eat that?"

"Do you want it?"

Shadow's tail flicked. "I don't like sweets."

Marinette stuck her tongue out. "Fine. I wasn't going to offer anyways."

"Then why do you have two?"

She wrinkled her nose towards Andre's cart at the end of the bridge. "It was a buy one take one but I didn't see the sign," she mumbled, "Andre insisted I take both cones."

"Hmm. I can get one off your hands then."

Marinette raised an eyebrow. "I thought you don't like sweets."

"I don't prefer it if I have a choice, but I don't mind sampling some either." Before she could say another word, he took one of the cones from her hands and dabbed the sticky cream that had dripped down to her palms.

Marinette muttered a quick thanks, finally diving into her blueberry and strawberry delight. Shadow sat on top of the railing beside her, feet brushing the many locks attached to the bridge. It would've been an odd sight for a random Parisian, but Shadow's strange behaviors weren't anything new. Marinette expected they'd get a confused shrug at most.

"Slow day today?" She asked.

"Slow . . . of course it is. You even got ice cream."

"Duh, it's hot." Marinette licked her lips. "I don't understand why you don't like sweets."

"Just not my preference."

"And then you make all of our food spicy."

Shadow quirked an eyebrow, seemingly insulted by such accusation. "I do not. I cook fine."

Marinette huffed, recalling the tingles on her tongue even as she ate her ice cream. "Right. The scrambled eggs the other morning? Spicy. The beef stew last night? Spicy. The dumplings you made? My throat was on fire."

"You just have a low tolerance." He tried to poke her with the handle of his spoon but she swatted his clawed hand away.

"No I don't!"

"If you hate the spice so much, why not make your own food?"

Redness spread from her neck up to her cheeks. "Because you banned me from the kitchen! Except if I'm baking!"

"Ah yes, I remember that fire alarm . . ." He succeeded in poking the tip of her nose, making her frown. "Don't worry, I will make something not spicy tonight."

"You better!"

All of a sudden, the ground shook, nearly causing Marinette to drop her ice cream. She narrowed her eyes towards the buildings due west, where Lollipop Man was wreaking havoc once again. Immediately afterwards, akuma alerts rang out from Shadow's baton and Marinette's phone.

Shadow clicked his tongue in annoyance, finishing up his ice cream and lifting himself into a crouch. "When I thought the latest sentimonster won't show up until tonight. . ."

"Damn it! I haven't finished my ice cream!" Marinette groaned. "I'll join you in five."

"Five minutes?" He gave her a look of disbelief.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" She lifted her cone. "Dump it in the trash?"

"You will seriously put off saving Paris just so you can finish your ice cream?"

"I paid good money for this," she said with finality, pushing him a little. "Now go. I'll see you in five."

Shadow rolled his eyes but bounded off to take care of their monster of the day. 

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Day 4. Fish Out Of Water

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How could she know that the only harm Akuma caused was changing a person’s gender to the opposite? And how could she know that the magical radiation from their body spread far enough to irradiate not only those who were in the corridors, but even those who managed to hide in lockers? And most importantly, how could she have foreseen that the locker door would get blocked...?!

“Hey guys,” an unfamiliar female voice spoke in a familiar intonation. “Looks like we’re stuck!”

“Kim?” Marinette asked in disbelief, and froze at the sound of her own male voice. This meant that she didn’t imagine it, and she really felt some other parts of the body that she didn’t have before. “I’ll get you out now...” The man Marinette became croaked, irritated at the fact that Felix was still standing in place, his back pressed tightly against his front, and wasn’t leaving the locker. “Hey Fathom, do you mind?!”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” an unfamiliar female voice snorted in the tight space of the locker, reminding Marinette that the blond’s gender was also just changed. “Our door is stuck, too."

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Roomies | 6 - Travel

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"Felix!"

Before she could stop herself, she was jumping right into his arms, meeting his parted lips and raised eyebrows. She looked up at him. "You didn't tell me you were visiting family in London."

"You didn't tell me where you were going either." He squeezed her tightly before letting go.

"I visited my aunt." Marinette shrugged. "Just picking up food and a few gifts to take back to Paris. Oh! Were you headed somewhere?"

Felix looked towards his side, where the crowd had thickened. "Just out with my mother---"

"Then, don't let me keep you---"

"Wait." He held her arm before she could move away. "You can join us for lunch if you'd like."

"I---I wouldn't want to impose . . ."

"Please." Felix sighed. "My mother will never let me hear the end of it if I didn't invite you for a meal. She'd want to meet you anyway."

Marinette swallowed. She'd been introduced to Amelie Graham de Vanily and vice versa one night when she and Felix were calling but she'd never spoken with the woman directly. And this was Amelie, a woman with a refined grace that she couldn't imagine to carry herself. If Felix got his intimidating aura from someone it was her.

"Don't worry. She won't ask too many questions." Felix grimaced. "I hope."

"There's no getting out of this, is there?" She linked her arm with his, steering them past strangers into a more breathable area. "Where are we eating?"

That was how Marinette ended up sitting across one of the biggest names in fashion in a booth of a fancy outdoor restaurant. Amelie was more stunning in person, with her sharp nose and heart-shaped face. Meanwhile, Marinette herself only had a hastily-thrown cardigan on top of an old tank top and a midi skirt.

"How are you dear?" Amelie asked.

"Go---good."

"And the apartment?" There was a small gleam in her eyes, as if she was amused by Marinette's squirming. "I trust that Felix is doing his own share of chores?"

Felix sipped on his bubbling water (Bubbling water! Rich people! ). "Mother, I already told you that I am."

"He's actually doing a lot more than I am, especially when I'm busy," Marinette answered sheepishly. "He cooks all of our meals and schedules cleaning days. We even have this board on the fridge to mark down our chores."

Amelie laughed. "That's adorable."

Marinette reddened.

"And I trust that he's taking care of you as well, yes?"

"Mo---mother!" Felix sputtered.

Marinette tilted her head, eyes widening. What was Amelie implying? "We . . . Well, yes, as my friend, Felix and I look out for each other. But we don't have---erm---that kind of relationship."

"You don't?" Mock surprise laced Amelie's tone. "Hmm, but Felix talks about you a lot."

Marinette expected Felix to stand up and leave or maybe a strong denial. When her eyes moved over to him, her gaze was unreturned and his ears were tinted pink.

"That's---that's flattering to hear?" she stammered. "I mean, Felix and I are really close so . . ."

"I see." Amelie leaned back a little as their food arrived on the table. "Regardless, I'm happy you have each other. As mutual support."

Marinette sneaked a glance at Felix again. He was impossibly red while he pushed her plate towards her and poured her a refill of her drink. 

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Roomies | 5 - Impostor

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Switching places with his cousin had grown to be a burden on his end as he struggled against rabid fans and a hectic schedule. Adrien was insistent as usual, earning him a piece of freedom away from his overbearing father. Felix wouldn't have indulged him if not with the promise of a special favor if he needed it.

With his hair styled in a model-esque manner and loose-fitting top billowing in the breeze, Felix stretched his legs in the park to take a break from the photos. His lip subconsciously curled. Photos. It was a miracle that they even looked the same during the shoots. Same face. Same product.

"Hey Adrien! Want some water?"

Felix almost fell from the bench seeing Marinette jog up to him while holding a bottle of water. He took a second to stare at her before accepting. Did she know? Did she not know?

"You're lucky to have the sun out today." Marinette smiled, taking a seat beside him. "The weather's nice."

He channeled his 'Adrien' act, not knowing how to feel about his partner not recognizing him. But then again, he was supposed to fool everyone for the façade to be convincing. His grin stretched out into a lopsided one, and his shoulders arched downwards. "Yeah, I've been dying to get out for a while."

She snorted. "But you're still working."

"I'll live."

A pout graced her lips as she stared at the director and cameramen setting up for the next session of the photoshoot. "I wish Felix were here."

"Fe---Felix?"

A sigh. "He's . . . I don't know. I worry about him sometimes."

Worry?  Felix felt guilt stir at the bottom of his gut. Was it right to ask about himself while wearing the mask of his cousin? "He can be a bit . . . harsh sometimes."

"Harsh? Felix isn't harsh," said Marinette. "Sure, he can be blunt, but he's kind and sweet and gentle."

His pulse raced.

She tucked a hair behind her ear. "I was just worried that he might be misunderstood or that he feels lonely. Or I'm too bothersome for him."

"You're not bothersome." He bit his tongue instantly afterwards, deeming his reply a tad too hasty. He repeated more slowly. "I mean, he never said anything about you being a bother."

"I don't think a lot of people know but we're close. Really close." A small smile perched on her lips. "But you know him; he tends to keep his feelings to himself you know? And I don't know how to help."

A beat passed. And two. And three.

Felix remained silent. So silent that he thought his heart would take over their shared quietness.

"I can't speak for Fe," he began, "But I'm pretty sure he's happy with just you being around. If he has a problem, I'm sure he'll tell you."

"You think so?"

"I . . ." He mentally winced. How much was Adrien supposed to know about him anyway? "I haven't seen him as comfortable with anyone as he is with you. Which means you're important in his life right now. Knowing him, he'd do anything to keep your relationship from breaking apart."

"Oh," she murmured. "It might not seem like it on the outside but he's special to me too. I don't think I'd ever have the same connection with anyone else."

She looked straight into his eyes with an indecipherable expression. "It's just that we're so comfortable with each other that we don't need words most of the time. But I can't be sure all the time if I'm reading him right."

He sucked in a breath. She knew.

She knew.

He was stupid to believe that his Ladybug, his own partner, his roommate wouldn't recognize him in a heartbeat.

"When the time comes that words matter the most, you'll know how to use them," he told her quietly, reaching to the side to squeeze her hand.

Marinette chuckled shakily. "I hope so. I really don't want to ruin what we already have."

She turned to face him, a subtle gleam shimmering in her eye, and pressed her lips on his cheek. "Thanks for telling me. And good luck with the photoshoot."

Felix found himself in a daze as she left, not even giving him the time to register what had happened. His fingers touched the side of his face whilst heat crawled into his skin. 

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Roomies | 7 - Dawn and Dusk

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Felix found her on a roof of their apartment, sitting on the ledge as she watched the first rays of light kiss the bluish sky. Ladybug looked so small with her knees curled up to her chest and her arms embracing them. When he looked more closely, he noticed her sketchpad propped up on her legs.

"Can't sleep?" Shadow asked.

She stuck her tongue out playfully. "I actually slept early. You saw me last night."

"Why turn into an early bird?"

Ladybug showed her rough sketch: a floor-length dress flaring out at the bottom. Labels of colors dotted around the perimeter of the piece. Shadow sat down next to her to get a better look. "I'm going for a sunrise-inspired look," she explained. "And I wanted to see the real thing for it."

"It looks nice," he mumbled, resting his head on top of her shoulder. She stiffened for a millisecond at the sudden contact, but relaxed into him.

"You seem tired."

"Believe it or not, I actually stayed up tonight."

She gasped dramatically. "You? Stayed up? I think the apartment is too small for two insomniacs now."

"It was just tonight. I was restless." He moved his head, completely burying his face on the crook of her neck. She smells good. Why does she always smell good? Her hand immediately darted up to stroke him behind his cat ears and through his hair.

"You okay?" Ladybug asked quietly.

"It's . . ." He paused. "It's nothing."

"I can order something so you don't have to cook," she offered. "So you can rest."

"No, it's better that I keep myself awake. My sleeping schedule will be ruined."

"Your sleeping schedule was ruined when you stayed up."

He managed a little grunt, snuggling closer to her. She was warm. So warm. Her touch seemed to calm his biting nerves as her soft voice prompted his heartbeat to race yet again.

Ladybug stopped stroking. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Would you want to talk about it?"

"What?" she blinked.

"What?"

"What do you mean by that?'"

Shadow bit his tongue. He'd said too much. "No. Nevermind. I'll talk about it some other time."

She hummed. "Okay."

He was about to pull away when she shifted her legs and moved both of them down from the ledge. Ladybug put her sketchpad and pencil to the side and tugged him down so that they were both lying down on the rooftop, with his arm secure around her waist and his face on her hair. They became an audience to the dissipating dark, the slow takeover of the bright morning.

Shadow yawned. A purr might have escaped when she started to caress his hair again.

"Good?" she asked.

"Yes. Good." He breathed out, slowly succumbing to his heavy eyelids. Comfy. Home. Her.

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A long day of school, chores and akumas drained the both of them. By the time the sky had changed its shades, they were ready to collapse back on the rooftop of their apartment building. And that's exactly what they did; Ladybug fell over her partner as they both mumbled their detransformation words together.

"This day sucked," she groaned.

"We should get a big dinner," said Felix.

"Can we stay here for a bit?"

"Of course."

Marinette squeezed herself deeper into his embrace. Their legs were loosely twined, their arms touching. She didn't mind the hard cement below her or perhaps she was too tired to care.

She peeked at her roommate, who wore a faraway look in his eyes. She didn't want to assume that she knew exactly what was bothering him but if it was anything similar to her current dilemma . . .

"About this morning," Felix began.

"Yeah?" Did he want to talk about it?

"I . . ." His hold on her tightened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"But I want to. I need to." She noted the weakness, the urgency in his tone.

Felix breathed deeply. She seldom saw him on edge like this, a bundle of stress and uneasiness. But she rubbed the top of his chest where his heart was as a way of telling him that everything was okay.

"Marinette, I---"

"I love you."

He froze.

"That was what you wanted to say, right?" She said shakily. "I---I feel the same way, Fe. I know it's scary to say it and risk what we have but I really, really, really wanted to let you know already."

When she looked up at him, he was staring at her with wide eyes, irises showing a mix of emotions. He slowly moved them both into a sitting position with his arm still around her. Marinette grew afraid that he meant to tell her something else or that she confessed at the worst possible time.

Then he started to lean forward.

Felix stopped a few centimeters away, not from his hesitance but to give her a choice. She was the one to close the gap, bringing her lips to his and kissing him slowly. His hands wove into her hair as she brought hers to his cheek. He was gentle. Caring. She felt the same calmness she always found with Felix.

They parted for a moment before she chased another soft kiss. He reciprocated with a kiss on her forehead.

"So . . ." His eyes now brimmed with unbridled fondness as a smile graced his lips. "Dinner?" 

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Roomies | 4 - Blush

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To say that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a force to reckon with was an understatement.

Felix could speak truth with that. 

But sometimes, the girl had subtler moments. Times when she wasn't flailing around, tripping on thin air. Times when she wasn't mumbling furiously about what looked wrong in her latest design. Those sights came and went quickly, fleetingly. Felix soon learned the right and timing and place to catch her in such a state. 

Marinette was sitting near the window, receiving just enough natural light to illuminate her sketchpad. The end of her pencil was pressed up against her cheek as her eyes swept over the page. Felix had just woken up from a late night out and was greeted by the scene. Calming his thumping chest, he slipped past the living room and into the kitchen so he wouldn't disturb her. 

He didn't know. He didn't know what it was about her during those moments that made him stop on his tracks. Made his mind go blank. It must be the disorientation from waking up. Yes, that must be it. With a long muted sigh, he reached for the utensils to begin cooking their breakfast. 

"Fe?" 

He froze, hearing her feet shuffle across the floor. 

Felix cleared his throat. "Yes?" 

"What's for breakfast?" Her blue eyes shone brightly, looking up at him like a puppy dog. Her hand went to rest on his back as a habit. 

Never in a million years would Felix have thought that his post-high school years would be sodomestic (aside from the hero business, of course). And Marinette wasn't even his romantic partner. 

When he peeked inside the fridge, she hadn't let go of his shirt. "What do you want?" 

"Omelet," she replied. "Omelet and pancakes." 

"Omelet and pancakes it is." 

As he took the ingredients one by one, her arms wrapped around his middle and her face pressed up against his back. Her touch wasn't foreign to him. Not his partner's, the same person who he'd wrestled death with multiple times. But that gesture made the pace of his heart pick up yet again. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

"Tired," she whined. 

"As if you're the one who patrolled solo last night." 

The snarky answer earned him a light slap. "Hey, I actually got a lot of work done last night." 

She moved to his side to help him out with the pancakes just when he thought that she was returning to her designs. Her gaze turned curious again, wandering over his face. And he couldn't duck away or hide himself since he didn't want to seem suspicious.  

"Are you okay?" Marinette questioned, putting the back of her hand on his forehead. "You look a little red." 

He carefully put her hand away. "I'm alright."  

She frowned. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes, it must be the morning heat." Felix gulped, finally looking away. "Let's focus on making breakfast now.

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Roomies | 3 - Lightning (and Rain)

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Another bolt struck from the heavens, sending Marinette deeper under her comforter as she squeaked in surprise. Rain dropped down in raucous bullets which nearly drowned out the sound of the television.

Marinette repositioned herself and used Felix's lap as a pillow. His hand rested tentatively atop her head. "Scared?"

"It's so loud." Her voice was muffled by the cloth.

Thunder boomed yet again, this time more deafening than the rest. At the same time, the lights and devices went off and bathed the room in darkness. Marinette whimpered in surprise as her hand flew to clutch her roommate's forearm in a tight grip.

His hand went to stroke the top of her head. "You okay?"

"Is it not coming back on?"

In the soft lighting of the moon, she saw Felix glance at the window. "I don't think so. Power's out for our whole area."

"Should we just go to bed?" he asked.

She didn't respond.

"Or should we stay and wait for the lights to come back?"

She managed a slow nod. Marinette wasn't afraid of the dark, but the dark coupled with the merciless storm wasn't too appealing. Her hands stayed in contact with Felix's skin to constantly remind her that he was still there. That he won't disappear. He continued caressing her hair, as if he knew exactly how she felt and how to calm her down.

And it was always like that Felix. He noticed when she was feeling down. He sensed the times when she'd go into a frenzied state and cause an accident. He knew all of her even if she provided him with nothing but silence.

She swallowed and focused on his touch as thunder rumbled again. Her knees were tucked to her chest, body engulfed in warmth. She couldn't put into words how relieved, how glad she was that she could be comfortable around him. He could've brushed her off, opting to retreat to his own bedroom and she would've had to spend the night distracting herself.

But he didn't.

"Warm enough?" he whispered.

"Yeah."

"Feeling okay?"

"I'm alright. You?"

"A little bit cold but I'm fine."

She held his wrist. "You should get your blanket."

"No, I'm good---"

Marinette was moving before he finished. She sat up and pulled on her comforter to drape it over the both of them. When she slowly leaned to his side, he immediately wrapped his arm around her shoulder, bringing them close together.

A strange heat crept up her neck.

"Better?" she murmured.

"Better."

Soon, her eyelids began to droop and her breathing slowed. She felt his head rest on top of hers before she finally drifted into dreamland. 

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Roomies | 2 - Fortune

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Oftentimes, Marinette liked to think about how, of all people, she and Felix became roommates. It started off as a hopeless search for a reasonably-priced apartment near her university, before she saw an ad for the place: a boy around her age looking for someone to fill in an extra room. During the early negotiations, she discovered that he was her friend's cousin.

And when she moved in, she discovered so much more.

She first thought of him as standoffish even though they worked well together as roommates. He volunteered to cook; they took turns doing house chores; and he knew how to pick scented candles well. She'd been looking for a peaceful relationship with her roommate at the least, so she didn't mind that he barely spoke a word to her on the daily. As long as he was doing his share of the housework, everything was okay. And he didn't pry into her business, which made it easier to slip in and out as Ladybug.

But sometimes—just sometimes —he was a bit intimidating. Though he didn't voice out any criticism, she'd wonder if she judged her for hoarding macarons and taking them from the fridge at night. Or when she left half of the dishes unwashed because of a sudden akuma attack. But she would find a way to make up for it, not wanting to be labeled as the 'bad' roommate.

One night, Marinette went out for patrol, meeting Shadow in the city center. They'd been partners—no,friends for two years already at that time.

She found her fellow hero lounging atop a ledge, gazing towards a dark skyline. He stretched, yawning. "It's quiet."

"Too quiet?"

"Not the suspicious kind."

Ladybug hummed. "I guess we can call it a night then."

"This early?"

"Well, the butterfly man just went on an akuma marathon this past few days." She yawned. "Not surprised if he's taking a break tonight. Also, I'll be up late anyways, so I can just transform and go out if there's a problem."

Shadow stood up, brushing down his suit. His pale hair glowed ethereally, and how it happened was a mystery to Ladybug. He always had an air of perfection around him that she couldn't decipher.

"See you tomorrow," she threw him a smile. "Hopefully just for patrol, and not because of an akuma."

She started leaping back to the direction of home, practically hearing the invitation of her warm bed and a cup of coffee. It wasn't until she was two blocks away when she noticed that Shadow was just behind her.

She froze in the middle of throwing her yoyo. "Are you following me?"

He blinked at her. "This is my way home."

Ladybug bit her tongue to keep herself from reacting too much. Did they live in the same neighborhood? She shivered at the thought of having seen his civilian self already, perhaps a stranger on the street or an occupant at the room across hers.

To be safe, she leapt towards the library building a street away from her apartment complex. Shadow went in the opposite direction after giving her a wave. Ladybug let out a sigh of relief, rounded the library once, and went straight to her apartment.

She landed on the kitchen window, running her hand through her hair. Just then, a bright flash of green light shone at the corner of her eye. She gaped at the figure of Shadow himself, slowly transforming back into her roommate.

"Shit," she breathed out, meeting his equally wide eyes.