#fellix fic

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Hey girl!! Can I please request number 18 and either 90 or 94 (you can chose which one) with Felix?? Btw I love you lots and I’m so glad you started writing on here 😘 ~ Felix anon (you should be able to guess who I am lol 😂)

Ayy, my first named anon! I love you too and I’m very happy I started writing here, thanks for your support! 😘

I hope you like it! I feel like the last like two sentences didn’t really fit the way I wanted, but maybe that’s just me 🤷

Also, I let you have all 3 prompts 😉

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Don’t Hurt Me

Prompt:  It’s okay to cry… + Trust me. + Did they hurt you?

Genre: mafia!au, angst

Word Count: 2114

Member: Felix

Warnings: gore, violence, mature language

You shake your head, dazed, your body feels cold and sore. You open your eyes, your vision is blurry. You were sitting in a chair, the room was dimly lit. You try to reach for your head to brush your hands over your face, but you find yourself unable to. You tug your arms again and wince in pain. You shake your head slightly, blinking, trying to clear your vision.

You look down at your shirt. Why was there blood on your shirt? Was it your blood? You try to move your arms again. You feel something dig into your wrists. Rope.

“Finally, you’re awake.”

You look up as fear runs through your body.

A figure comes into view. A man you’ve never seen before, covered in tattoos.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Your voice trembles.

The man smiles at you. He grabs a chair, dragging it across the ground, placing it in front of you. He sits on it backwards, arms resting on the top. You see the knife in his hands, you feel your heart rate pick up as you try to back away.

“What I want is your boyfriend.”

You frown at him. “Felix? What do you want with Felix?”

“He has something of mine. Something he stole from me. And I want it back.”

You feel yourself frown in confusion. “Felix wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t steal from anybody…”

You hear other voices chuckle from within the dark room. The man in front of you also laughs, glancing behind him at the figures you can’t see.

“You don’t know what it is he does for a living, do you darlin’?”

“What are you talking about? Felix… he’s a dance instructor…?”

You hear the laughter again.

“Oh, but you don’t know him as well as you think you do. Sounds like pretty boy has been keeping secrets from you.” He grins.

You feel tears burn in your eyes.

“I-I don’t understand, please, please just let me go.” You can’t hold back the sobs that fall from your lips.

The man stands up, throwing the chair across the room as he grabs your hair, yanking it back, forcing you to look up at him. He shoves his knife towards your face, pressing the blade against your cheek, drawing blood.

You whimper at his actions, cowering away as best you can.

He grins. “Are you scared?”

You nod.

“Aw, there’s no need to be honey.” He coos as he takes a step back. “If Felix loves you like you think, he’ll come get you, and give me when I want. Then he can have you back. And who knows,” he shrugs. “If he’s lucky, he’ll get you back alive.”

You feel your blood run cold at his words.

You don’t know how long you’ve been tied to this chair. Long enough to hear your stomach growl at you. It must have been close to 24 hours by now. All you wanted was to be home, rugged up in your bed, laying with Felix. God, where was he?

You look up as a new face comes into view. You sigh in relief as you see the glass of water in his hand. You swallow dryly as he comes to a stop in front of you. He brings the glass in front of your face. Your eyebrows knit together in concern as you look up at him, you feel the dry blood on the side of your face at the movement. He pushes the glass forwards gently, against your lips. You part them slightly and the man tilts the glass back. You decide to accept the offer, remembering when they last offered you water, and you spat it back at them, result in your now bruised and bloody face.

You drink the water eagerly, letting the cold liquid slide down your sore throat. You cough and splatter as the man feeds you the drink. He stops and lowers the glass again.

“Thank you.” Your voice is course, sore from screaming.

He gives a slight nod before leaving you alone in the room once more.

You aren’t alone for long when the same man returns, along with his leader, the man who told you about Felix. This time the man who gave you water comes in with a tray being wheeled on a small trolley. Was it food? God, you were so hungry.

He stops the trolley across the room and pulls the sheet off it. You feel your heart drop as fear sets in. Instruments. Small metal instruments. For torture, no doubt.

“Wh-what are those for?”

The man says nothing as he picks up what looks like pliers, and walks over to you.

“Wait, no, please, don’t do this.”

He grabs your jaw tightly, his expression blank. He squeezes your face, forcing you to open your mouth. You protest however you can, begging him to stop, trying to pull yourself out of his grasp.

“Please,” you sob. “Why are you doing this?” You turn your eyes to the leader.

“Oh don’t worry darlin’, it’s just collateral. You know, a little motivation to get your boyfriend to stop waistin’ my time.”

The man forces the pliers into your mouth, tightening them around one of your back teeth. You feel tears streaming down your face as you are overwhelmed with fear. You sob and beg, clenching and unclenching your fists, trying to push yourself away from the cold metal pressed harshly against the inside of your cheek.

You hear yelling and rustling from outside the room. Both men pause and look at each other. You’re frozen in place, glancing between the two of them as you feel your chest rise and fall with staggered breaths.

“Go see what that is.” The leader nods towards the door.

The man removes the metal tool from your mouth and places it back on the tray before exiting the room.

You hear another distant yell, and, was that gunshots? The leader glances at his phone before shoving it in his pocket. He picks his gun up from the table and stands in front of you, squatting to be at eye level.

“You just sit tight for me, okay darlin’.” He smiles at you as he pats the side of your face harshly, causing you to flinch. He stands again and leaves the room, locking it behind him.

It’s quiet for what feels like hours. The yelling, the gunfire, it all stopped. Until you hear footsteps. Distant footsteps down the hallway.

“Help!” You scream into the empty room. “Someone please help.”

The door handle rattles as someone tries to open it.

“Y/n,” a familiar voice calls from the other side. “Y/n, is that you?”

“Seungmin?” You feel relief flood your body. “Oh god, Seungmin, please help me.”

“Hold on, I need to pick the lock.”

You hear more rattling coming from the door as Seungmin works on the lock.

“Did you find her?”

“Yeah, she’s in-”

“Felix?!”

“Y/n?!” You hear him bang on the door. “Seungmin, get the door open, now.”

“I’m working on it.” The younger huffs.

“Y/n, just hold on a little longer okay? I’m gonna get you out of there, you just gotta hold on a little longer for me.”

You nod to yourself, sniffling through the fresh tears falling from your eyes.

The door suddenly opens and the two boys rush in. Seungmin gives a quick scout of the room, flicking the light switch, illuminating the rest of the room with light.

Your eyes squint at the brightness as Felix rushes over to you, kneeling in front of you.

“Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?” He cups your face gently in his hands, looking at you with worry.

“Please get me out of here.” You sob.

Felix pulls a switchblade from his back pocket and flicks it open, cutting at the ropes tied around your wrists, followed by the ropes around your ankles. You rub at your reddened wrists as Felix helps you to your feet.

Felix sighs as he pulls you into a tight yet gentle hug.

“Felix, we need to go.” Seungmin reminds him as he glances out the door.

Before you can register what is happening you hear a gunshot ring through the room. Your eyes widen as you see blood spreading onto Seungmins shirt. You see the pain on his face as he instantly puts pressure to the fresh wound, slowly dropping to the floor. You scream out to him, reaching out for him. Felix stops your actions, pushing you behind him protectively.

The leader comes into view with his gun raised, ready to bargain with anyone’s life. Without hesitation, Felix raises his own gun and pulls the trigger, his shot hitting its target right between his eyes. You scream and cower away from the loud shot that rings through the room.

He rushes over to his friend slumped against the wall. He puts his hand over the youngers, helping apply pressure to the wound.

You watch as Changbin and Minho enter the room, also dropping beside their younger friend.

“It’s gonna be okay Seungminnie, You’re gonna be fine.”

The boy smiled before wincing in pain.

“Yeah, I know.” He glances down at the injury on his stomach before looking up at you. He then turns his attention back to Felix. “Now you need to go explain everything to her.”

You hear Felix chuckle softly. “I think I’d rather take a bullet to the stomach.”

Seungmin laughs as Felix stands up and turns to you. You see the worry on his face and it breaks your heart.

He steps towards you. “Y/n, god, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

You take a step back, away from him. Felix freezes in his spot, his worry replaced with fear and pain. “Y/n?”

You glance down at his hands, covered in Seungmin’s blood and holding a gun. He follows your gaze before looking up to meet your eyes. He slowly lowers himself, gently placing his gun on the floor. He then stands, lifting his hands slowly in front of him, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

He steps towards you carefully. “Baby, please. Trust me.”

“Trust you?!” You shove him harshly. “How the fuck do you expect me to trust you!? How long have you been lying to me?” Your voice becomes week as you begin to sob heavily. “Who are you?”

“I’m me. I’m the same Felix you fell in love with. Everything I do, I do to protect you. I should have told you, you’re right. But please believe me when I say I would never do anything to hurt you. Look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong.”

You look over at your friends, Changbin and Minho, doing what they can to temporarily patch up a pale-faced Seungmin. One thing that you were positive you knew about Felix was his loyalty. You saw him defend and protect his friend without hesitation.

You turn your attention back to Felix. He looks so broken, so fearful of losing you. You can see how worried he has been about you. You can feel how much he loves you. You feel emotions wash over you as you drop your head into your hands. You can’t stop the tears that fall down your face, the sobs that escape from your chest.

You feel Felix wrap his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You drop your head against his chest in defeat. Felix rubs your back soothingly.

“It’s okay to cry… I should have told you everything from the beginning. But I didn’t, and because of that, you got hurt. You have every right to hate me, to be mad at me. You have every right to leave me. But please y/n, I’m begging you. Before you decide what to do, please, let’s go home and let me explain everything from the very beginning.”

You don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say.

“Please tell me you’ll let me explain?” Felix’s voice shakes slightly.

You step back, wiping the tears from your face, wincing as you touch your bruised skin. You look over at Seungmin again.

“Let’s just take Seungmin to get help.”

“And then we can talk?”

Felix needed to hear you say it, needed to know that you would talk things out, and figure it out together.

“Yeah,” you meet his eyes again. “Then we can talk.”

You see him relax, closing his eyes in content.

You feel your heart skip a beat, not knowing what the future held for you and the person that meant the world to you.

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An exert from a future chapter in my felinette fic:

Felix’s mother: What do you have there?

Felix: *Holding Marinette’s wrist* A friend.

Felix’s Mother: NO- Wait!

Felix: Why are you saying no!?

Felix’s Mother: It’s out of habit! I’m so used to you cursing the ground you walk on that it threw me off!

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Up Ladybug, got a goal, we’ll be fine some day, together

Hello @tbriddle! Thank you so much for your understanding, patience and kindness these past few months. It really meant a lot. This fic detailing two drabbles on the relationship of our favorite ladybug and cat is dedicated to you as a secret santa gift, I hope you enjoy it!

Also big thanks to @secret-pv-presents! It was a pleasure writing for such an amazing event and thank you so much for your kindness and patience. I hope you enjoy the read!

The title is a lyric from the original Ladybug PV.

Bridgette & Felix

“ALLEGRAAaaaAAA!!” Was all the warning the blonde got before being bombarded by Bridgette, who insisted on putting all of her weight in her hugs. Allegra laughs, stumbling a little under the sudden weight, but she is not one to be deterred as she hefts the smaller Asian girl onto her back. Without a delay in her steps, she continues walking.

“Noooooooooooooooo” Bridgette whines, wriggling to get off. “Okay, okay, we get it! You’re tall! Now let me down!!”

“Oh nonono. I don’t think so.” Allegra only laughs, blowing some of her bangs out of her face. “Careful, don’t want to fall in the fountain again.” 

“That was only once!” She exclaims, but ceases struggling. Not without puppy eyes, the best that Paris has ever seen. “Oh fine.” Her friend rolls her eyes, releasing Bridgette who cheers.

“By the way, have you heard?”

“Hm?” Bridgette hums. She has a pretty good idea what Allegra is going to tell her, but plays along. 

“Another man went missing.” Allegra exclaims as they round the corner, walking up a street. The absence of sun from the tall business building shadowing this street seemed to suck away the warmth from the sun. Bridgette finds herself gently rubbing her arms, feeling the goosebumps under her fingers.

“The fourth one in just two days! His name is Henry Bisset. But get this, people say that they saw another of those magicky pillars near where he was last seen. They think that maybe he made a deal with the devil.”

“Is it confirmed that the magick pillar and missing man are linked or is it just speculation?” Bridgette says, tugging on her backpack straps as she hops onto the stone staircase. She squints at the light that shines past some chimneys as they walk up. 

“Because he could be a victim of The Mime or that weird pigeon guy.” Bullsh*t. Bridgette, or rather Ladybug, knows that the pillar of magic only appeared when the man in white corrupted a person. She saw it happen in front of her eyes as the man in white transformed a distraught father into his most dangerous subordinate, the Mime. That incident, the outstretched fingers of the man who whispered ‘help me’ before being overtaken by the pillar of light, is one she will never forget. “Like a hostage situation or something.”

“Like he might be linked to Ladybug and Chat Noir?” Allegra inquires. In that thoughtful tone of hers like she might do some investigating or something, which is dangerous especially since she is the very competent heir of the Golden Musician magic- Bridgette quickly backtracks as she scoffs, waving a hand as she hops up onto the last step to the top of the staircase. “NAH. No way! If he did, I’m sure Ladybug and Chat Noir would have done more than just snooping around and then calling it a night!”

Allegra glances to her friend, a little bemused by her strong reaction. “Yes. You may be right… Why do you thi-” She was cut off as Bridgette suddenly jumped with a happy squeal which can only meant that she found something delicious to eat, an extremely good fabric on sale… or she spotted Felix. Allegra follows her line of sight and just shakes her head with a smile. Definitely the last option.

“Oh my sTARS, Allegra! Isn’t he just so elegant?! How does he do it, this early in the morning!?” Allegra tried to look at Felix through Bridgette’s very literal heart eyes, but just couldn’t. He seems tired and grouchy as usual, almost a bit skittish. He is holding a sizable coffee cup alongside his usual book- a new one this time judging by the red cover- and is sporting eye bags that could easily rival Bridgette’s after a creative-driven night of frenzy designing. His hair and clothes were immaculate as usual. 

Right now, he was just cupping his coffee cup in his sweater-covered hands, glaring at the lack of a Java jacket like it was the source of his problems. “His sweater paws are so cute!” Ah, Bridgette has already noticed, now just cupping her face and now waving her hand in the air at Felix as she skipped over. Allegra in tow, sisters in arms, of course. “FELIX!!! GOOD MORNING!!” 

He jumps at the sudden sound, the cup almost sliding out of his hand before Bridgette catches it, poking it back into his hands. “Bridgette, can you not yell this early in the morning? It hurts my head. I think my ears are ringing.” Allegra wonders how out of it he is that his Bridgette sensor didn’t go off. His Bridgette sense was more accurate than ever these days and Allegra has not missed his quiet, warm looks directed at her before Bridgette eventually finds him.

“You sure it’s just the volume and not the capital letters?” Bridgette teases back, her face lit up with a smile. Felix merely rolls his eyes with the poorly concealed fondness that came from the soft spot he has for Bridgette, just taking a sip in response. He greets Allegra with a polite nod which she returns with a friendly wave. 

It was a peaceful walk to the school from that point, as Allen joined when they passed by his usual morning bakery stop, and the peace quickly turned into back-and-forth banter when Claude joined, popping out from some trees like the tall gremlin he is.

Bridgette couldn’t help her wide smile and the skip in her step, happy and feeling at peace with her friends. She laughs cheerily at a musical pun Allen directed towards Melodie, who smacked him in the arm with her flute case. 

Felix, engrossed in the verbal cat fight with Claude as he is, shared the same sentiment. Even while quickly finishing the coffee with the amount of angry sips taken from it.

This didn’t escape Bridgette’s notice but classes started before she could say anything. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any morning classes together.

“You drank that coffee so fast I was worried that you were going to crash before lunch.” Bridgette comments from behind, skipping until she was walking right beside him as they maneuvered through the hallway. Although their school boasted wider hallways than her old school, so it wasn’t a big deal. Felix envies her seemingly boundless energy. “You’d be surprised how long a single cup of coffee can sustain a person.”

“With six shots of espresso in it? I should never have had any doubt.” She giggles. Felix lets out a breath of laughter. 

“Do you want to get lunch together, Felix?” Bridgette suddenly blurts out followed by an uncharacteristic shyness as she nervously plays with the end of one of her twintails. Felix notices how pink the girl’s cheeks had become and was unsurprised to feel his own heart rate picking up a notch. Bridgette glances up at him, delightedly smiling a bit at the tint of pink on his cheeks. 

“Of course.” He responds almost immediately. He held his thermos of tea tighter in his hands, staring down determinedly at the curling bit of steam, the heat drawing out of the pink color in his cheeks. To think there was a time where Felix would sneak around the lycee in a mission to avoid Bridgette.

“I was thinking of a quaint Italian deli found the other day tucked over where you can see the Eiffel Tower. I remember you saying that you really like sandwiches.” He didn’t mention that he only knew about it because Chat Noir had slipped on an unlucky loose brick and crashed into the outdoor sitting area when battling with the Mime yesterday night. Er, this morning. At 3am.

“Yes!!” Bridgette cheers, both fists pumping in the air. “I love sandwiches!” 

Ladybug & Chat Noir

There’s some kind of irony to describe this situation. Some cruel irony that only the Fate that encouraged him to put on the Black Cat ring could… inspire. Were Felix in any other situation, he could spit out bitter poetry that could properly express any and all of his emotions with a dramatic flair. Bridgette knows, having been the willing but unfortunate audience to Fellix’s hissy fits on missions and school assignments alike. 

The cathedral around them was falling fast, pieces of rubble and broken purple stained glass reflecting the fading red and green light as their transformations whittled away to Bridgette and Felix. Like some kind of macabre imitation of the red and green Christmas lights that still lit up the rest of Paris.

Bridgette looked up and found Felix’s face a breath away from hers, his green eyes shining as they met her own brown eyes. This time there was no magicked haziness that hurt their eyes and their brains. They saw each other as plain as day, even as their surroundings grew dark again.

“I knew it.” Bridgette whispered through cracked lips, a soft wheeze. Her heart pounded as she drew a long, slow breath to calm her heart. It didn’t do much, her head still spun with a dizziness that wasn’t just from blood loss as she gently pushed herself up. 

“I… didn’t.” He replied, almost instantly, his soft tone relaxing Bridgette’s nerves a little. A tremor went through his normally still soul, leaving his face frozen in shock and his hands trembling as he rifled through past memories. This revelation suddenly filled in all the holes and answered all the questions he had about Bridgette’s timely appearances and Ladybug’s mannerisms; their faces are the exact same! He almost wants to smack himself for not making connections sooner.

He realizes that he has been staring at her for too long. And realizes that she was also staring at him, her gaze flitting about his face as if she was making the same connections that he was. 

His other hand still holding her shoulders to him gently rose to her face, brushing loose strands from her face. “There.” He says, tilting his head until his forehead rested to hers, unwilling to be far from the person he thought he just lost. 

“I did have my suspicions.” He finally admitted in the silence. He saw her blink, her lips curving in a familiar smug grin.

“Before I tricked you to think they were wrong.” His face finally changes to that familiar grumpy cat look. She couldn’t help her laugh, although its usual boisterous volume was quieted by her fractured ribs. 

Felix didn’t move though and just held her gaze as if seeing her again for the first time when they met under the big new moon on that rickety rooftop with tall winding chimneys. The trust and relief in his eyes caught her breath, soothing what doubt churned in her chest.

“Let’s talk about this later.” She says with a smile, bringing up her hand to her ear. “Tikki, spots on.” Her earrings hummed, flashing pink light again as Tikki whirled out of the earrings happily laughing as she flew in fast circles above their heads, leaving behind glowing red dust as it settled over the two, bringing them off the ground buoyantly. Felix watched with wide eyes, speechless, as Bridgette floating higher. The pink dust hovered in the air for only a moment, moving like little shooting stars before it coalesced over her mundane clothes. When the light faded, there stood Ladybug. Felix smiled. The red mask brought out her determined, impossible blue eyes, her suit highlighting the stance of utmost confidence.

He realizes he was staring as he sheepishly ran his hand through his hair. “What?”

“Nothing.” She laughs in such a genuine and whole way like she always does. It felt right and he returned her laughter with a soft smile. He extends his hand, gently squeezing hers and gently pulls her back to the ground. He looks over what’s left of the cathedral foyer, the shattered glass and rubble made it a precarious journey starting with the pieces of colorful ceiling that trapped them. A piece of cake for them, though. 

Ladybug reaches up, her hand brushing his as the curious spherical red-and-black disc transforming itself into a hefty pickaxe in her other hand. “Maybe I should take a look, we probably wouldn’t want to touch an unlucky spot.”

He takes her gloved hand and places a soft kiss on her palm, grinning at her flustered face. “Or perhaps, my Lady, your advantage is that you’re short.” He can’t help laughing as Ladybug lets out an indignant squawk, scuffing her fist against his arm.

“Plagg.” The ring pulses three times, releasing an eerie glow of deep purple, black and green in waves, as Plagg whirled out of the ring cackling. “It was about time, Felix, do YOU know how tORtuROus it was??” 

“The only time anything isn’t torturous for you is when you’re gorging yourself on cheese.” He responds dryly, to which Plagg only hovers upside, stretching not unlike a cat as his permanent grin only widens.

“Or napping.”

“Hello Ladybug.” Plagg waves a lazy paw. She looks up from where she was prying apart wooden panels, where moonlight was leaking through. “Hey~” She winks.

And before Plagg could open his big mouth, Felix thrust his arm forward, the ring facing Plagg. “Claws out.” He grins. Plagg pouts, kitten eyes shining before spiraling in the ring. Flashes of purple-black light explodes outward as he closes his hand into a fist. Felix closes his eyes, feeling his breath rush out of him as the light solidifies into encompassing bubbles that merge with his dark clothes, melting into the familiar stealth armor he preferred.

Ladybug watched his transformation with a fond smile and held a hand out when his eyes opened again, sweeping it dramatically to the opened doors. He took her invitation as they both jumped out of the chasm made by his Cataclysm, the two of them bouncing up amongst rubble and jutting stone until all that was in their view was the open Parisian city they loved. 

Ladybug had gotten there first. Her fists clenched by her side, narrowed eyes taking in the challenge to war. Chat Noir walked up to where she stood on the sloped roof, resting a foot on the apex, his hands resting almost leisurely on his sides. 

The first thing they saw was the Papillon miraculous’s symbol imprinted on the sky, flaring the telltale miraculous light. Impossibly white, murky with bright colors. 

The moonlight that had peaked through the doors was gone, instead, rolling clouds pulsing with magic were quickly moving across the Parisian sky. Sparks of fire and pillars of Papillon miraculous magic lit up the red city, casting light on the blimps that blared the purple Papillon miraculous symbol. Neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir have seen so many pillars of magic activated.

Charged wind blew around eerily, the sounds of shouting, crying and sirens filling the air. “This is a declaration of war.” Noir notes. Suddenly a sharp wind picked up while hot air blasted up from her feet. Neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir moved as their hair and ribbons danced and flipped in the gale. As one, they looked down over the edge of the roof.

And before their very eyes, a giant blimp rises from a pit in the cobblestone streets, its giant butterfly symbol looming over them as it lifts off into the sky floating forward toward the Eiffel Tower like a shark in the water.

Ladybug only turns her head to him, a determined smile on her face. He looks over to her, his eyes thoughtful and calculating. Her phone was already out in her hand, the call activated in the group chat. “We won’t hesitate either.”