#Félix is that guy that will get his little girl ANYTHING she wants during her period

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get a fluffy fic about pepa reacting to her daughter's first period? Like how she found out, and how dolores reacted herself.

Oh my god it's gonna be better than MINE- i had mine at peter piper pizza, and now I cannot go back to that place.

Pepa made sure her humming was extra quiet today. Dolores had complained yesterday that she wasn't feeling that well, and given that she hadn't woken up today, she could assume she still wasn't feeling well. It was why she was currently making her a tea, as well as one for Félix, who seemed more worried than she was, oddly enough.

"Félix, we all have days where we don't feel well."

"I know, I know. But Pepa, that's my baby girl! Of COURSE I'm worried!"

Pepa chuckled, putting the tea on the table, and kissing his forehead.

"Ya, relax. She's eleven, not five. Drink your tea, and breathe. Nothing is wrong."

"You're right. You're absolutely right. Gracias, Pepi. I-"

"MAMI!!"

Camilo ran into the kitchen, nearly slamming himself into the walls of the Casita.

"Oye, relax! Do you want to get hurt-"

"I checked in on Dolores! She won't get up and she's bleeding!"

Whatever calm Pepa had, was absolutely thrown out the fucking window. Her and Félix ran up the stairs as quickly as they could, and immediately ran into the room, to 'backstage', where Dolores's actual bed was. Pepa immediately shook her, scaring the poor thing awake.

"W-whats going on?!"

"Mija, are you okay? Camilo told us you weren't getting up and there was blood!"

Camilo pointed to the sheets, and sure enough, as Dolores pushed away the sheets, there was blood, smeared against all of her covers. Félix looked at Dolores, and sighed in relief.

"Oh por dios-I was TERRFIED."

Dolores groaned in disgust as she grabbed her dad's arm, kicking the sheet away.

"Ew...papi? Why is there blood on the sheets? Am I dying?"

Félix chuckled as he patted her little head.

"No baby. You know that thing that happens to mami sometimes? When she gets a bit more cranky than usual? Thats her on her period. And when you're on your period, you bleed."

Dolores didn't look surprised, but rather, extremely uncomfortable with this information.

"How long till it's over?"

Pepa started to gather her sheets as Félix helped her to her feet.

"For a week. Then it'll start again next month."

"Wait, so my prima isn't dying?"

"No mijo, she's just fine!"

Camilo pouted.

"Aw. I wanted her stuff."

Dolores stuck her tongue out at him, before Félix chuckled and seperated them by lightly smothering their faces with his hands.

"Ya, enough. Camilo, you be nice to your sister, ESPECIALLY right now."

Camilo pushed his hand away, looking upon it with disgust.

"Why? She's not dying."

"Because she doesn't feel well. Your sister is going to be bleeding for a while-"

Dolores winced as she held onto her tummy, clearly feeling a cramp.

"Ow ow ow...it hurts."

"Those are cramps, mija. Don't worry, you'll feel better after a nice shower. Then, you can have whatever you want for breakfast."

"W-she gets to eat whatever she wants for breakfast? Just for being a girl?!"

Camilo turned into Dolores, and faked what looked like a tummy ache. Félix looked displeased by this, and even Pepa had to admit that was inappropriate.

"Camilo. Be a good little hombre for me, stop making fun of your sister. Get me the laundry basket."

Camilo pouted as he obeyed, and Pepa chuckled as she stuffed the basket full. They all walked Dolores to the bathroom, and Pepa pushed Bruno away from entering the bathroom.

"Pepa what the hell-"

"Someone just started her period today, she's going to take a shower. As long as she needs."

Bruno leaned over to look at Dolores, giving her a thumbs up.

"Hey! The big period! Well good for you! Growing up, right before our eyes! Has Pepa told you about her period story?"

Pepa glared at him, the thunder serving as a warning for him to shut the fuck up.

"Bruno. Don't. You. Dare."

She knew that shit eating grin. No stopping him, even if she was going to beat his ass.

"It happened around your age! We were having a sleep over in my room, and we all slept in my bed. We woke up- we were all just covered in her blood! Like it was all over my sheets and our clothes-it looked like the horse scene in the Godfather. You dunno what that is yet, but trust me it's a lot."

"BRUNO."

"For like, two years I was convinced she was a werewolf, and was using the period as a cover up-okay okay I'm done I'm done!"

Bruno yelped as one of her lightning bolts almost hit him. Dolores covered her ears from the noise, but all three of these shit heads were chuckling along with Bruno. Pepa pushed him away, scolding him for being a dumbass, and only relaxing when Félix lightly patted her back.

"Hey, this is the first time Dolores smiled today. Be happy about that."

She sighed, the clouds poofing away as she nodded.

"Fair point. Dolores, mija, I'm going to help you with something while your papi gets you breakfast."

"What do you want for breakfast?"

Dolores thought about it for a second. She could only imagine how crazy her thoughts must be going in her little head.

"Mmm...I want arroz con leche."

"Then that's what you'll get, mi little buho. I'll take Camilo with me, you handle it from here?"

Pepa nodded, and after sharing a smooch with her husband, took Dolores to the bathroom. Pepa had her sit on the toilet, as she knelt down to her level.

"Now, mi amor. There's a few things I should tell you about how to handle your period, okay?"

"Uhm...okay?"

"Great. Now, first things first. You get your heavy bleeding from me, so you need to wear a cloth on your underwear."

"Like...a diaper?"

Pepa shrugged.

"Sort of. It's worth it though, else you'll get blood on everything, and you'll just genuinely be uncomfortable."

"Is there...something else?"

"Oh si-I use these sometimes, they're tampons!"

Pepa had some on hand, actually, for emergencies. She let Dolores hold one, but she looked...not so comfortable.

"Okay. And how do these catch the blood?"

"Oh you push this, and it goes inside of you. Then, once you need to change it, you pull the string and-"

"Papi!!!"

Dolores covered her ears as she screamed. And immediately, Félix poked his head into the bathroom, brow raised.

"What's wrong?"

"Can mami go instead? I don't wanna hear about stuff going places."

Pepa huffed, feeling a cloud form over her head. How dare she? Her own daughter, trying to get rid of her? She huffed, standing up, thrusting the tampons into Félix's hands, and taking the basket of laundry.

"Fine. YOU deal with it. Clearly I'm not wanted."

Pepa walked past them to the laundry room, where Julieta was, trying to get stains out of clothes, alongside Isabela.

"Pepa! What do you need me to...You're thundering."

"No, I thought I was raining glitter."

She replied, sarcasm laced in her voice. Julieta grabbed the clothes from her, and chuckled upon seeing the mess.

"Oh, Pepa! How cute! Is that why she was feeling unwell? I thought you'd be happy!"

"I was. Then she decided I wasn't good enough to explain tampons to her. Félix has ALWAYS been her favorite. Tonto."

Isabela looked up at the sheet, curious.

"What's going on with Dolores?"

"She had her period, it means she's becoming a woman."

"W-I'm older! I should becoming a woman! I want my period!"

Julieta chuckled, patting her head before getting to work.

"It'll happen when it happens, mija. I didn't have mine till I was thirteen, but I've heard a few getting it at fourteen."

"Is it bad?"

"In...some cases. Like Pepa's was-"

"If I have to hear about how bad my first period was, I'm going to hurricane."

"Ah, Bruno huh?"

Julieta chuckled, much to her frustration.

"You know what, I'm going to the market, let out some clouds. And Dolores says she wants arroz con leche for breakfast."

"Have fun. And be easy on your little girl, she's probably just really uncomfortable right now."

Pepa scoffed as she walked out of the laundry room, and into town. Maybe she was just a bit hard on her. Maybe she just wanted to be there for her, someone she wished she had when SHE was bleeding. Oh well.

At least she knew HER brother wouldn't call her a werewolf for two years.

[artzychic27]

Just Some Artist Family Values Quotes

Nathaniel: Marinette. Alix. Why do you hate the baby?

Alix: We don’t hate him. We just wanna play with him.

Marinette: Especially his head.

Nathaniel: Guys, do you think we love the baby more than you?

Alix/Marinette: Yes.

Marc: Do you think that when a new baby arrives, one of you had to die?

Alix/Marinette: … Yes.

Juleka: Oh, well that’s just not true. *Sighs* Not anymore.

—

Nathaniel: Look at you. Midnight, moonlight, surrounded by death.

Marc: It's been too long.

*They lean in to kiss…*

Marinette: Do it!

Alix: Hold him still!

*Gunshot; Glass Breaking*

Marinette: You missed!

*With an amused shake of his head, Nathaniel leans in to kiss Marc again*

Marinette: Here, catch!

Alix: I don't want him!

*Glass Breaking*

Marc: One house, eight people. *Sighs* So many windows.

Nathaniel: Monochrome, it's you I'm worried about, the stress, all this squabbling.

Marc: Oh, I'll be fine. I'm just like any modern young man, trying to have it all-- loving boyfriend, a family. It's just… I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade, that's all.

Nathaniel: You can! You shall! So it must be!

*Glass Breaking*

Marc: … But how?

—

Lila: I can show you all my references so you know I'm not a homicidal maniac.

Marc: Of course you're not.

Nathaniel: You're too young!

—

Lila: Look at you. All cooped up in this house with a new baby....That's not easy, is it?

Marinette: No.

Lila: Why, I bet sometimes you wish it was still just the two of you.

Marinette: *Looks to Alix* Or less......

—

Manon: And then Mommy kissed Daddy, and the angel told the stork, and the stork flew down from heaven, and left a diamond under a leaf in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby!

Alix: Our friend’s parents are having a baby, too.

Marinette: … Your parents had sex.

—

Marc: Marinette is at that very special age where a girl has only one thing on their mind.

Audrey: Boys?

Marinette: Homicide.

—

Damian: Marinette, do you think that maybe someday you might want to get married and have kids?

Marinette: No.

Damian: But what if you met the right man, who worshipped and adored you? Who'd do anything for you? Who'd be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?

Marinette: I'd pity him.

—

Marinette: Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character, and the Aristotelian unities.

Annoying counselor: Young lady, I am getting just a tad tired of your attitude problem.

—

Marc: *to Lila* You have enslaved her. You have placed Rose under some strange sexual spell... I respect that. But please, may we see her?

—

*Alix hits a bird during archery practice*

Becky: It's an Elegant Tern!

Gary: But aren't they endangered?

Marinette: They are now.

—

*Marc is reading "The Cat in the Hat" to Kiran, who has golden curls and rosy cheeks*

Marc: Are you enjoying this?… To think, a brother of mine! *turns the page* "I know it is wet, and the sun is not sunny. But we can have lots of good fun... that is funny."

*He flips to the next page*

Marc: Oh, no… He lives.

—

Lila: So I-I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another! Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn, and ache, and shop? Don't I deserve love... and jewelry?

Marc: *Tearfully nods*

—

Delivery Room Doctor: *to Mrs. Anciel* Push, Mrs. Anciel. Forceps?

Forceps Nurse: Forceps. *Hands the Doctor forceps*

Delivery Room Doctor: Would you like anesthesia?

Mrs. Anciel: Yes, please!

Marc: I’ll take some too, if you’re offering.

—

Alix: It's a boy.

Marinette: It's a girl.

*Marc and Nathaniel rush into the waiting room*

Rose: Guys!

Juleka: What news?

Marinette: Marc, Nathaniel, what is it?

Nathaniel: It's an Artist!

—

Juleka: *waves a skull at Lila* Luxor, nexor, burst, and BURN!

Lila: What is she doing?

Juleka: Just a curse. Have a nice day.

—

*the dancer in the cake doesn't pop out*

Nathaniel: That poor girl. Félix, was she in there before you baked?

*Félix hangs his head*

Nathaniel: … C'est la vie!

—

Damian: Do you know what happens if my butler uses a fabric softener?

Marinette: What?

Damian: I die.

—

Gary: Yes, indeedy, just the ticket: "Bambi."

Becky: "Lassie Come Home.”

Gary: "The Little Mermaid."

Marinette: Stop it!

Damian: *motioning to Alix* She’s only a child!

—

Marc: *walking into Kiran’s nursery* Oh, Nathaniel. It's dark, it's depressing, it's desolate.

Nathaniel: It says "toddler".

Marc: It's a dream.

[moonlightkitkat]

“Are you going to yell at me, too? I deserve it.” Félix/Marinette + Lila (Btw Congrats on getting past 100 followers)

Aw thank you so much! I’m so sorry that this took so long to finish! I wanted it to be perfect and i ended up writing a Sick Marinette+ First meeting Felix+ your prompt lol. I hope you enjoy it!

It had been two days since she’d gone to school, having gotten sick from running around Paris while it was raining. While it sucked having a sore throat and a runny nose, she was relieved all the same. Being sick meant that she had the luxury of staying in bed all day, or going downstairs and watching movies while staying all bundled up on the couch. It had given her a much needed reprise from Lila and Chloe and all of the drama at school, for which she was grateful. Alya had come over at lunch and after school to bring her her homework, and she even stayed to help her with her homework. Of course, Marinette needed to wear a sick mask so she wouldn’t cough all over her, but it was nice to just spend time with Alya again. 

Alya had told her all about a new kid in their class, and how absolutely rude he was. “You don’t get it Marinette, he’s not Chloe rude, he’s stuck up rude. Won’t talk to any of us, and whenever we try to talk to him he just ignores up and keeps his nose in his book!” Alya ranted to her as she walked her to school. Since she’d already missed two days of school and she felt back to normal, save for a sore throat and an occasional cough, shed decided that she was okay enough to go back to school. She wore her mask just to be safe, not wanting to get any of her classmates sick. When Alya heard about it, shed taken the responsibility of walking her to school, refusing to let her be late on her first day back.

It was nice, walking to school with her, just being with Alya again and not having Lila around them. Marinette had noticed that Alya hadn’t mentioned Lila once around her, much to her relief. Maybe she had finally realized that Marinette just didn’t like Lila, and gave up on trying to make them be friends. She could only hope that was the case.

“Oh yeah, Lila was sitting in your seat while you were gone, I hope that’s okay.” Ah, there it was. “Really? Why?” She didn’t really care about why, as long as she didn’t have to sit next to her or deal with her trying to take her seat today, but she supposed she might as well let Alya spill whatever it was.

“That guy i told you about, Felix? He was assigned right next to her, and he shoved Lila out of her seat!”Marinette’s eyes widened at the thought of a new kid just randomly shoving someone, but then again, it was Miss No Personal Space Lila, so she couldn’t blame him. “Really? Did you see it happen?”

Alya shook her head, her brow furrowing as she recalled the story. “We were all doing our worksheets in class, and all of a sudden Lila was screaming! When I looked back at her she was on the ground, crying and holding her arm. Poor thing.. She hurt her arm and needed help with writing.. Anyways, she’s terrified of him now, which is why Ms Bustier moved her over with me.”“Did anyone see him push her?”

“Nope. We were all so busy with our work, and she was in the back with him… If he did anything else to her..” Her friend growled, clenching her hand around her phone. 

Looks like she missed out on all of the drama these past two days. She wondered what Felix was really like. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Alya, but she didn’t know whether or not she believed her considering Lila’s involvement with it all. 

Walking up the steps of the school, Marinette pulled her mask up to cover her nose as she coughed, pausing as she finished her coughing fit, her throat burning by the end of it. A warm hand patted her back, and when she looked up, she saw Nino behind her, offering her a plastic cup of water. 

“Thanks Nino,” she said hoarsely, lowering her mask and accepting the cup, gratefully sipping it, sighing softly as the soreness from her throat fading a little. 

“No problem Mari. You gonna be okay during class?” He asked as he followed them into the school, offering a loving smile to Alya. 

Nodding, Marinette finished her water, tossing the cup into the trash and pulling up her mask. She’d brought some cough drops with her, so she’d be sucking on those during class. They worked like a charm, but she didn’t want to waste one before class started. 

When they walked into the room, all of them jumped in surprise as Lila ran up to Marinette, hugging her tightly and letting out a pitiful wail. “Oh Marinette! Thank goodness you’re here!”

Marinette’s eyes went wide as she was hugged, panicking a little as the girl who had threatened her weeks ago and had been quietly bullying her these past few weeks hugged her tighter and nuzzled her. Seeing her panic, Alya quickly pulled Lila away from her.

“Whoa girl Marinette’s still sick, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

The brunette’s eyes widened, and she quickly moved away as if she had the plague. Even some of the class stiffened, and she suddenly wondered whether coming here was a good idea. 

Clearing her throat, Lila offered a less enthused smile to her. “Marinette, can I ask you a favor?” She asked in a voice so sweet it made her stomach turn. Before she could answer, Lila continued. “There’s a new kid sitting next to me, but i’m really not comfortable sitting next to him… He’s been bullying me.”

The whole class gasped at that, looking up at the empty back row. It seemed Felix has not arrived yet. “Bullying you? What did he do?” Alix growled, standing up and staring down at them, looking like she was ready to murder someone. Alix never did like bullies, and Marinette couldn’t help but wonder how she react if she found out about Lila’s treatment of Marinette. 

Trying not to seem pleased with the attention on herself, Lila shifted almost nervously, glancing at the door and then around the room. “Oh… I really shouldn’t say.. If he finds out I told all of you..”“If he tries anything ill kick his skinny butt!” Kim yelled, the other members of the class muttering in agreement. 

“You’re safe with us Lila, you can tell us,” Mylene added, offering the girl a sweet smile.

Letting out a soft sigh, Lila straightened her posture and smiled up at them. “Thank you all, I’m really lucky to have such a sweet class! Okay. I know you all won’t let anything happen to me.”

After pausing for a few moments, her smile fading to a look of shame. “He didn’t just push me.. He was pinching and kicking me too. He’s been giving me mean notes between classes, and they were so mean i just had to throw them away! He’s even been bullying me online, and I tried blocking him, but he just made another account to keep bullying me!”

She let the class take a minute to roar with fury, all beginning to plot with how to deal with him. “So Marinette, i was wondering if I could sit in your seat, I’m just really not comfortable sitting with him..”

Marinette frowned, looking up at the classroom, seeing several open seats. “But..” She croaked, wincing as her throat burned. Turning away from Lila, she started coughing again, bending over and taking a few shaky breaths as it ended. “There’s other seats,” She whispered, the only way she could without her throat is hurting.

Lila pouted, sniffling and looking anxiously around the room. “But I want to sit next to Alya, i feel safer with her here.”

Looking back up at the open seats, she pointed to the seat behind her. “Ivan?”

Shaking her head, Lila stepped closer to Alya,wrapping her arms around herself. “Please Marinette? I really don’t want to be near him. Besides, should you really be sitting behind Adrien when he’s sick? He needs to keep his health up for modeling!”

To her dismay, when she looked over at Adrien for some support, he shifted nervously in his seat, staring at her feet in shame. “I… I really can’t get sick Marinette… If i do, my dad might take me out of school…”

She stared at him in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. She could understand why he didn’t want her to sit behind him, but it still hurt. 

A loud sigh came from behind her, making her jump. “You’re blocking the way,”an unfamiliar voice said dryly. Jumping out of the way, Marinette looked up, her eyes meeting a pair of blue grey eyes. 

Sighing again, he looked her up and down. “I take it youre my new deskmate?” Offering a small nod, he glanced at Lila before gesturing for Marinette to follow him. Lowering her head in disappointment, Marinette followed him to the back, sitting in the aisle seat. Setting her bag on the ground, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cough drop, popping it into her mouth. 

She sat there in silence, her heart pounding nervously. The silence between them was uncomfortable, neither of them having introduced themselves. It wasn’t that Marinette didn’t want to per say, but her throat was too sore for her to manage. Just breathing hurt, but the cough drop helped immensely. 

She felt Felix’s eyes on her, and she stiffened, chewing her lip as he looked over her. “So, are you afraid of me too?” he asked quietly, and Marinette paused. 

Was she scared of him? She asked herself, unsure whether or not she was. Reaching into her bag, she went to pull out her notebook, and he sighed softly as she ignored his question.

Felix was certainly surprised when he walked into class today, seeing a new target for Rossi to harass. He’d quietly listened in, staying out of the class’s view, wondering who the small girl with pigtails was. Apparently this was the friend of the liar’s true seat partner, and Lila was just interested in stealing her seat, spreading more rumors about him it seemed.

He didn’t care for liars. Living with a father who was well centered in politics made it difficult for him to stomach them. He’d read the tabloids, the headlines accusing his father of an affair with a woman who wasn’t his mother. Others read of child abuse, or his father cheating, seeing other mistresses. All were untrue. Seeing strangers lie about his family, a family they knew nothing about, and involving a child into the drama, it had made him wary of opening up to anyone, afraid that they’d manipulate him like they did his father. 

This girl seemed to be wary of Rossi as well, and not as prone to believing Rossi’s claims. She’d seemed rather suspicious when she spoke, and when the class started to gang up on her, that’s when he chose to make his entrance. He didn’t mean to spook the girl, but at least she didn’t start a coughing fit. 

When he sat down, he was surprised that the girl actually followed him. Surely her friends had spread some rumors about him didn’t they?

Looking at the girl up and down, he could definitely tell she was still sick. Her forehead was a little clammy, and her eyes were red and slightly puffy. She looked tired, but whether or not that was from being sick, or talking to Rossi, he didn’t know. The girl was so stiff next to him, and he frowned, feeling something in his chest grow heavy at how scared she looked. “So, are you scared of me too?” He asked quietly, wondering why he was even bothering him. He never cared about what people thought of him before, so why now? 

To his surprise, she completely ignored him! She instead turned away from him, fiddling with her backpack, her hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned over. Sighing softly, he shook his head, opening his book to read, wondering why he’d even bothered asking her. 

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her pull out a pen and notebook, flipping it open, the sounds of the pen clicking and then scribbling on the paper filled the quiet air. He tried to ignore her, but the notebook came into view as she pushed it over to him. The stubborn part of him wanted to ignore it, and for a little while it won out. He managed to pretend not to see it, but the longer he ignored him, the more curiosity ate at him, and eventually he looked down to read the note. 

I’m not afraid of you, just a little overwhelmed. I’m Marinette, sorry for having to write this down, my throat really hurts :(

So she wasn’t ignoring him when she went down to her bag. Picking up the pen she offered, he wrote back to her. Didn’t your friends over there talk about me?

He watched the girl glance down at the group at the front, Lila’s laughter filling the air as she leaned over to Alya, excitedly telling her something. Well… they did.. But I don’t believe anything Lila says. If she said that you pushed her, she probably forced herself to fall.

So she wasn’t trapped in Rossi’s web of lies. That was probably why Rossi was so eager to choose her out of everyone in the class to switch seats with, even though there were several free seats available to her. He’d wondered why she had been so determined to switch seats with her.

He wondered just what this girl could’ve done in order to upset the girl, though considering Rossi had claimed bullying just because he refused to talk to her and fawn over her like the others, he suspected that it didn’t take much to get on her bad side. 

What did you do that made Rossi so upset with you? he wrote on the notebook, watching as her brow furrowed at the question before lighting up in recognition.

Lila? Oh nothing, unless you count telling her to quit lying to my friends and telling her that I would tell them all about her lies if she didn’t stop. Why don’t you believe her lies? She pouted as she wrote this, her brow furrowing.

So Rossi was threatened by Marinette, interesting. He wondered what on earth this girl who smelled strongly of freshly baked bread and desserts who was barely as tall as his shoulder could have managed to do in order to make the girl feel threatened by her. 

She claimed to know my father. My father doesn’t take the time to entertain young girls with big mouths. She also claimed to be related to a famous writer and lots of other great celebrities. Anyone with any sense, or at least a humble bone in their body, would not so openly share these with a stranger. I can recognize a liar when I see one. Boasting connections is what weak, scared children do, not truly powerful and well known figures. I should add that this is only true part of the time. There are many celebrities who boast about their connections and riches shamelessly.

Like Chloe?

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he nodded, sparing a glance down to the blonde in the front row, staring daggers into the side of Rossi’s face as she tried to get Adrien’s attention.

Precisely. I doubt either of them are too different. If neither was threatened by the other, or as petty, im certain those two would have teamed up already. Neither of them are smart enough for that though.

To his surprise, Marinette giggled at that. It was low and deep, a sign that it truly did hurt her throat in order to speak, and that she had most likely lost her voice. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but smile. 

Before they could continue their conversation however, Ms. Bustier walked into class, calling their attention to the front. The two continued to write on a piece of paper that Marinette tore out of her book so they could continue to chat, and Felix was surprised that he was looking forward to each note she wrote. She was the first person who didn’t hate him in the class, and he appreciated that. It seemed the two were alone together in the class, the only two not under Rossi’s spell, and the only two who dared to speak against her, even if he was the only one who could talk at the moment. 

Perhaps it was that silence, and that they had both had to put the effort into writing their responses, able to skip the dreaded smalltalk and have a real conversation, that had made Felix warm up. Or perhaps, it was far too early to tell, and she would only use him too.

When lunch came, Marinette had been whisked away by Alya, much to hers and Felix’s dismay. She’d barely been able to grab her bag and purse, Tikki napping inside, before the reporter had grabbed her wrist and stormed out of the classroom, fussing about how Marinette needed to go home and rest during the break. Marinette couldn’t even protest against being kidnapped! Her throat hurt too much, and all that came out were pitiful noises and croaks that just made her throat hurt. Before she knew it, she was seated on the couch, bundled in a pile of warm blankets that threatened to pull her under and sleep for eternity, and a mug of warm soup that her mother had made for her. Despite her earlier protests, she realized just how exhausted she felt now. she managed to eat half of the soup and place it on the table before she promptly passed out in her burrow of blankets, utterly exhausted and in desperate need of a nap. 

Who knew that a nap could do so much for someone? When she woke up, she was all cozy in her cocoon of blankets, feeling better than she had earlier today, and much more calm and relaxed. It was hard not to relax when you were curled up on a comfy couch, all bundled up, with a small Kwami stroking your hair softly as she gently woke her up.

“Marinette,” she cooed in a gentle tone that was similar to her maman’s whenever she was sick when she was little. “Class is in half an hour, do you want to stay here and continue to rest?” It seemed that Marinette skipping school was only okay if it was when she was sick. 

Shaking her head, she yawned, stretching out and looking up at the tinu kwami. She really should go back to school, she didn’t want to miss anymore this week. Besides, she just had a nap, she should be able to last the rest of the day. Tikki gave her a worried look when she wrote this down on her notes app, and Marinette offered to leave early if she was feeling sick later. Satisfied with this compromise, Tikki flew to her shoulder, hiding behind her pigtail while Marinette got ready for classes.

Alya was gone when she woke up. According to Tikki, she’d left not long after Marinette fell asleep. She didn’t blame Alya for this, she wouldn’t want to just watch her friend sleep for an hour either. Besides, she was probably cuddling with Nino back at school. ‘It must be nice to have a boyfriend,’ she sighed softly, her thoughts drifting to a certain blond. She was still upset with him though. He hadn’t stuck up for him, even though they were friends. While she understood his concerns, she was still hurt that he didn’t speak up earlier when LIla tried to steal her seat.

Her thoughts spread to another blond as she walked to school, bundled up in her jacket and scarf, munching on crackers as she crossed the street. Felix seemed nice, even if the whole school thought otherwise. Marinette knew how it felt to have the class against you, to feel like everyone was out to get you, and that you were alone. It helped at first, having Adrien there with her, knowing that she wasn’t alone, that there was someone who could help her, stick up for her. To her dismay though, the model hadn’t done anything close to that, simply avoiding her gaze during any confrontation, and coming up to her afterwards to try and smooth things over. She frowned at the memories of all their talks, how Adrien tried to be the peaceful mediator to someone who isn’t interested in anything other than making her life miserable. 

Felix though.. He seemed different, and she could only hope that it wasn’t her wishful thinking that brought up these thoughts. He knew right away that Lila was lying, and had taken action, even if it was just telling her to follow him. Still, he had been kind to her, and it had been a long time since she’d felt such kindness. To show her appreciation, she’d brought a box of treats for him, carried in a plastic bag that her maman had placed it in, so it was germ free. Since she didn’t know what he liked, she had requested for one of each cookie type, and her parents were all too happy to accept her request.

Hopeful that Felix would like her gift, she walked into the school, stunned to see her classmates all circled around the very blonde she was hoping to see. He had a neutral, almost bored expression on his face, but she noticed the way his hand tightened around the strap of his bag, betraying his nervousness. It wasn’t like she had to walk close to hear what was going on, her classmates yelling accusations of him hurting Lila. 

Frowning, she made her way to the group, pulling up her mask as she neared them. “Seriously that’s not cool dude,” Nino shook his head in disgust. “If i hear that you treated Mari like this…”

A new wave of anger rippled around the group at this, and a small bubble of pride and happiness swelled in her chest at them protecting her. If only they were protecting her from Lila, and not her friend. She tried to speak up, but no sound came from her. Wincing, she forgot that she couldn’t speak yet, and went to unwrap another cough drop, only for Kim to bump into her, knocking it from her hands. “Whoa what the!” Turning around, Kim’s brown eyes met hers, and she offered a small wave. “Oh! Sorry Marinette, I didn’t know you were there..”

The class quickly turned their attention to her, all suddenly going quiet, sheepishly waving before leaving the circle, sending dirty looks at Felix as they fall retreated to the class. It seemed that now that she was here, they weren’t as willing to threaten and gang up on Felix, which was a relief

“What… are you here to yell at me too?”

Felix sounded tired, he sounded so tired.What had they been saying to him? How long had they been doing this?

Frowning, she shook her head, pulling out her phone and typing out a message before showing him. I couldn’t yell at you even if I tried, which i don’t want to do. Are you okay?

The tension seemed to leave his shoulders, and he offered her a small nod. “I’m fine. Are you feeling better?”

Yup! I napped all of lunch, but I still wish i was sleeping if I’m honest with you.

“That’s good. So, shall we head to class?” 

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she frowned. But there’s still ten minutes left. Did you eat yet?

Now it’s his turn to look sheepish, and he shook his head. “Our classmates.. Kept me busy im afraid. I’ll be alright without a meal though.”

Well that wouldn’t do! Shaking her head, she pocketed her phone, and took him by the hand, dragging him over to the bench under the stairs before rummaging through her backpack. 

“Marinette, you don’t have to-” she pulled up a granola bar and a croissant, relieved she’d had some in her bag. Tikki must have slipped it in, which meant there was definitely chocolate inside. If only she’d managed to heat it up..

When he didn’t take it, she frowned, and held them out to him, motioning for him to take it. After a few seconds of hesitation he took the treats from her, looking down at them before looking back at her. “Are you certain?”

Smiling brightly, she nodded her head, and he relented, taking a bite of the croissant. His eyes widened as he swallowed, and he quickly ate the rest of the treat. Satisfied, Marinette leaned back against the bench, closing her eyes and relaxing while he ate his makeshift lunch. 

After a few minutes she heard a happy sigh, and she knew he was done. She waited until the bell rang to open her eyes though, enjoying the quiet peace. Sighing, she reluctantly stood up, following Felix into the class, ignoring everyone’s glares at the blonde. Taking her seat, she pulled out her notebook, flipping to a clean page. Don’t worry about them, I’m not going to let them do that again. I’ll talk to them and tell them what you’re really like, or at least that you are a lot nicer than they think. 

A small smile spread on Felix’s face as he read the note, and he pulled out a pen to write with. Thank you Marinette. At least you’re on my side.

She smiled brightly at that, and was so happy that she’d managed to befriend Felix. It was nice knowing that someone was on her side, and it was nice having someone to talk to. Perhaps sitting in the back wasn’t as bad as she’d first feared. The sound of pen hit paper caught her attention, and she looked down as he slid the notebook over, snorting at what she read.

So, do you always carry spare croissants in your backpack?

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I didn't know I needed you until you needed me pt. 3

Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 ~ Pt. 3 ~ Pt. 4 ~ Pt. 5 ~ Pt. 6

Enjoy!!

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She scanned her surroundings, taking in everything and anything that could either be used for her gain, or against her.

"On my mark," The man said.

"Thalatha.. " The grip on her bow tightened.

"Athnan.. " She knocked in an arrow and aimed.

"Wahid!" The sound of the wind as the arrow sailed across the field was satisfying. It was even more satisfying when she heard a loud clang resonated through the open space. She grinned.

"Your aim has improved much in these last few months."

"Shukraan alsyd. " Anyone could visibly see that she was beeming with joy.

"I am glad to inform that your training is nearly complete."

"Where does the council suggest the order be rebuilt?"

"We, of the council, have sensed great dark magic in the city of Gotham. We advise you to start there. There is also a past holder settled there. They have offered their guidance, should the need for it arises."

"And when do I leave, alsyd?"

"Sunrise. In a weeks time."

"Very well."

~

Hushed voices could be heard from inside the room. For the untrained ears, they would not be able to have heard a word. However, to her, the conversation sounded as clear as glass.

"Will you follow her to Gotham?" She voiced it as if already knowing the answer.

"Unfortunately, this is where Nette's path and I part. I still have matters to attend in the other-realm."

"I understand."

At that, she stepped into the room.

"You're not going with me?" She asked both the occupants of the room, Félix and Kagami.

They both looked at each other before Kagami sighed and looked at her.

"Don't get us wrong, we really want to go with you, Mari-Hime. It's just... Mother wants me back in Japan. There is a family meeting. Fé... He has some... matters to settle in you-know-where. "

Mari nodded her head in understanding.

"Does the media believe what we told them that happened?"

"Well, some people didn't take it to well. Mainly Jagged and your parents. Luka also. Other than that, the world believes you dead."

"Good. Let's leave it at that. Easier for me to rebuild the Order. I can't keep living in the past" Marinette said.

Though it would seem as if she was metaphorically speaking, it was true. Félix had the power to time-jump and had brought her and Kagami into the past. Specifically, twenty years back. When the Order was still thriving. (See notes at the end for an explanation)

See, Félix was a past holder of old. Like, really really old. He was cursed to forever live on, witnessing those he loved die infront of him. The curse was brought as a side effect of abusing the magic of the rabbit miraculous. He had befriended Fu during his time finding a cure for the curse and had found out of Marinette through his last plea to help the girl before he died.

The reason Kagami was there too was because she had come to Marinette's aid when Tikki asked for help when she was severely injured during that last akuma attack. It helped that the both of them could pass as twins, minus the eyes of course.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Marinette, it is time for your afternoon meditation."

"Be there in a minute."

With that she faced Félix and Kagami once more and wished them both well before she headed out.

~

It had been five months. Five freaking months since the soulmate connection literally just vanished from existence. Though if he concentrated hard enough, it would sort of appear, he was still worried.

What the hell happened to her?

Damian was getting more worried as the days passed. Especially what he found during his search for his soulmate, Marinette. She was... proclaimed dead in Paris, though a body was never found.

Though he knew Marinette was still very much alive, it left him to ponder where she was and what was going on.

It was a week later when Damian finally sensed her again.

~

Marinette looked out the window of the plane. She had boarded about two hours ago, already having said goodbye to Kagami in Paris and Félix before he went to the other-realm.

Yes, she could have used Kaalki to get to Gotham, however that wouldn't be quite... legal and she hadn't wanted to cause any trouble. She was already in enough precaution since people technically thought her dead.

From inside her coat pocket, she could feel the slight tightening embrace of Tikki. Subtly trying to comfort her holder and tell her that everything would be alright.

Little did they both know that everything to come would be pretty... chaotic.

~~

Notes:

Félix Culpa was a past holder and due to him abusing the time/rabbit miraculous he was cursed to watch his loved ones die in front of him while he lived on forever immortal. He was old friends with Fu.

Kagami is there cuz Tikki asked her to help and she told her mom she was training in Tibet with some legendary Swords men.

Sooo, I tried. Hope you guys liked this!! Sorry this was a little (a lot) later than I promised, :(( it has been quite a tough few days and I wasn't in the mood to right. So sorry for those of you who have been waiting for so long.

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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 9 - An MLB Kryptonian AU

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[ Summary: Lunch was enjoyed, Félix has a message, and more talk happens as they return to school. ]

The group of students spent the remainder of their lunch period eating to their hearts’ content. Marinette and Barbara had pitched in together to make sandwich wraps, something the latter had compared to being “just like a burrito!” Everything else was bread and pastries brought up from the bakery below.

“Those were the best scones I ever had, I wish I could live here and eat them every day,” Babs lamented as they all gathered their things, preparing to return to school.

The others giggled at her antics and Marinette shrugged. “You get used to them; besides, those were only the rejects, you should try what they sell in the counter displays.”

“Rejects? Those were rejects? But they were perfect! Absolutely delicious!” 

Marinette only shrugged again with a sheepish grin. Kara chuckled, knowing the reason for the ‘rejects’. Nino, who also understood the reason, hid his laugh at the continued dramatics and answered the unspoken question.

“Yeah, dude, they’re the stuff that didn't come out quite right. Not good enough to sell, y’know? But they're still just as edible as everything else, so they bring them up here to eat with meals.”

“Anything we don't eat with lunch or keep for dinner, we donate,” Marinette finished the explanation, standing from her barstool perch at the countertop table. 

“Is that where you get the macaroons for your class?” Karen gestures to the now empty macaroon box sitting in the recycling can. The last of them had been taken by the girls, Nino content with his scones.

Marinette shook her head, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Made those ones myself from our home supplies. I stopped letting Maman and Papa give me some from the bakery once I perfected the recipes myself. Still as good as my parents’, Nino?”

The boy gave her two thumbs up and a nod with a big smile. “Can’t even tell the difference, dudette.”

“Aw, sure you can, Major!” Kara exclaims, calling Nino by one of her music-based nicknames for him. “Can't you taste it? She puts much more love into the baking she does for her friends.” 

There’s barely a beat before the group bursts into laughs and giggles at the claim, and Marinette covers her blushing embarrassment with her hands. However, she can't help but smile with a bit of appreciation and pride at the statement.

“Thank you, Kara, I’m glad you liked them. Come on guys, it’s a bit of a walk back to the lycée.” She sighs, and adds in lament, “I’m going to miss the days of walking to the collège; living right next door is a blessing I never savored.”

Nino nods in understanding, patting her back and staring at a chain of all the girls following suit in their own pats of comfort, bringing out a giggle from the now comforted girl. 

As everyone files out the door and heads down the stairs, Marinette holds the door and leaves last. “Head out the ground floor’s back door, the lunch rush is too busy to get through,” she reminds the group as they head down. Her phone chimes in her pocket as she descends the last of the steps, and she pulls the device out as she exits outside. 

“Félix?” Her brow scrunches in confusion and she frowns, pulling the attention of her friends.

“Adrien’s cousin?” Nino asks, stepping closer.

“The Luthor boy?” Babs voiced her own curiosity.

“You mean the Graham de Vanily heir?” Karen pitches in, a little more excited.

Kara breaks the chain of questioning the identity of Félix with a: “What did he say?”

“‘Something doesn't seem right about today. Be careful. And just in case, keep that reporter’s contact open. Paris may need assistance.’” Marinette read the message out loud, her confusion turning to worry.

“I've never gotten a message like this from him before. He never contacts me during school hours, either, even breaks. I wonder what’s wrong…” As she muses, she sends a simple return text: ‘Will do. And you too, Fé. Let’s hope it’s nothing.’

She doesn’t voice her reply before she puts the phone away, or the last one from Félix. 

‘We shall see.’

“That was…ominous,” Babs voices skeptically as the group resumes their walk back towards the school. 

“He can get like that sometimes, it’s nothing to worry about,” Maritnette shrugs, trying to brush the new worry off everyone’s shoulders. As the only one of them who had been around him the most so far, she was the only one at the moment who could reassure them. And as such, she didn’t voice that Félix’s hunches were usually right in some way or another. Yet she refused to worry anyone else any further, and kept the tidbit to herself.

Her efforts seem to work as the others seem to relax. All except Kara, looking pensive.

Marinette and Kara both drop to the back of their small group, a couple paces behind the other three who had struck up a new conversation about Nino’s hat and the girls’ preferences of headgear that didn't act difficult with their longer hair. 

“Rolling Penny for your thoughts?” Marinette jokes to the hero, who snorts at the play on words with their shared interest in music.

“Get me a Stone with Jagged edges and you can have your pick of thoughts for the rest of our lives.” Marinette laughs as she imagines handing over her only famous commissioner as a trade offering.

She shakes her head and chuckles, “No can do, that’s a free Stone, no keeping it like a pet rock. You'll have to settle for the Penny.”

Kara taps her chin in thought before snapping, smirking with a tease; “How ‘bout a nice crystal cluster instead? I hear Geodes are pretty and valuable.”

The teased girl snorts and shakes her head. “This crystal is already around you often enough. I’ll add in extra tarts to our next hang out, would you consider that payment enough?”

“It’ll do, for now,” was the joking return, and the two shared a laugh.

“But really, Kara, what is it? Is Félix’s text bothering you?”

A shrug, and then, “Well, yeah, I’m still a little wary around him, ya’know? His dad was still Lex Luthor, and no hero, let alone any Kryptonian, could trust that man to be as far away from us as we could throw him; and trust me, we could have thrown him far if we wanted to. And you say Félix says things like that a lot?? It sounds a lot like something similar to my original suspicions about you.”

Marinette glances back up at Kara quizzically. “What suspicion in particular?”

“Well the whole ‘Kryptonite in your body’ thing isn't exactly a common thing. Seeing Félix at the same time I saw those crystals in you? Painted a really bad picture. Lex wasn't exactly against human experimentation.”

She recalled a few of the stories both Supergirl and Alya had told her about Lex Luthor, even a few of his family getting their hands dirty in the same villainous business, and factoring in the new information, Marinette understood a bit more about how easy  it could be to have suspicions like this against people around the Luthor family. Not to mention the family itself.

“So, you think...Monsieur Luthor did something to Félix?” She was a bit alarmed at the conclusion, worry coating her words and thoughts. 

“That, or he’s just a really observant guy. But! Now it’s your turn not to worry about it!” Kara explains, her voice gaining a light cheerfulness and reassurance as she pulls Marinette against her side with one arm. “School is no time to fret over anything except making it to the last bell.”

Marinette laughs and leans into the side-hug, taking comfort in it. “Since when did you prefer school over thinking about all the potential future dangers you could be punching into the sun?”

“Since I had friends to hang out with,” was the returned quip, and an added, “And no more etiquette classes was a huge bonus, too.”

“They have etiquette in America?”

“Nope, on Krypton, it was kinda a thing for me. Kal got lucky.” The Kryptonian scoffs. “But I have a feeling I'm going to dread being at my new home because I'll be suffering through it again,” she groans, nodding out towards the school they could now see down the street.

A glaringly obvious person decked out in all yellows, white and black was standing out front.

“Chloé? What did she do this time? Is this why she was glaring at you all morning?”

“Yep,” Kara scowls, “Publicity stunt from her dad, he offered to host the cousin of world-renowned reporter Clark Kent during her stay in Paris. Lady Bourgeois over there doesn't like my ‘uncivilized, barbarian lifestyle’,” she mocked with a sarcastic one-handed air quote and an eye-roll.  

“She’s a bit of a handful, I can agree with that,” Marinette smiled sympathetically, suppressing a laugh at the inaccurate jabs. “I’ll help you out if you want, I’ve dealt with her for enough years to gain a life-long tolerance.”

“I’ve got your number; I’ll call you if I need to. Or,” came the teasing tone, “I’ll just do it anyways; I could never get tired of talking with you.” 

With a laugh and an eye-roll of her own, Marinette stepped away from the other and picked up her pace to catch up with the rest of their group. “School first, we can figure out our new phone schedule later, if we even need one now that we share a timezone.”

“Touché, lil’ Butterfly, touché,” Kara concedes, catching up only a step behind.

The Parisian girl raises a brown, “Butterfly?” 

“Beautiful, always a step ahead, and always dodging around everything.”

“Dodging?” Kara, I can't dodge anything for my life without warning first.”

The two laughed, and Kara nudged the other girl reassuringly. “Besides avoiding compliments you shouldn’t, I think you’re doing just fine on your own.”

“Well, besides those embarrassing compliments, if there's anything I shouldn't be missing, warn me, okay? I’d hate to leave anything hanging.”

Kara gave a big sideways grin, her eyes hinted with wistfulness. “Sure, Geode, I’ll do that; at least for anything that doesn't want to wait for a perfect timing first.”

“Like?”

“The fact that we’re back at school and the warning bell just rang?”

“AH!! Kara! Warn me next time!”

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Holiday!

Palma EVS - Part 9

September 26th – October 9th

I'm back with another 2 weeks in one part post, so there is the danger that this could end up pretty long. I will try to avoid that, but be prepared just in case. Topics: my work at Acción Balear; holiday in Tarragona and Valencia / Alzira, the arrival of fall and a very special visitor.

Pier and me started the last week of September with big challenge after Xavi and Maria Antonia asked us to create a presentation with Prezi about the organizations that Acción Balear cooperates with. As neither me or Pier had to use Prezi before, it took us a while to figure out what we want to make and how we can actually achieve that. At the end we were quite happy with the end product.

On Thuesday and Wednesday we were working from home as both Xavi and Maria Antonia were out of the office. Other than writing my blog, I also had to make 2 other PDFs with current EVS opportunities.

On Thursday our holiday finally begun and first we flew to Barcelona, then took a train to get to Tarragona. Our main reason to travel was to meet the other volunteers: Inês, Félix, Anita, Giacomo and Lina,  who live there and Chrysa who was there visiting.  It was also the week when the human-tower building competition, the  “Concurs de Castells“ was held. It's a fantastic and crazy thing at the same time and I have huge respect for every participant, including Inês and Félix. Unfortunately I didn't see the main event of the competition - that took place after I left Tarragona - but at least I saw a human-tower during their practice.

I only spent 1,5 days in the city, but it was quite eventful and very memorable. Hungarian food for dinner thanks to Anita and her family; games; playa and fiesta of course.

While Pier was staying for another day, on Saturday morning I took a train to Valencia and from there I went to Alzira, where Lucia, Evelina and Mert – 3 other people from the on-arrival training - are doing their EVS. At the time Mert was in Tarragona with Pier and the others and the 2 of them only joined us a day later. Luckily even without them there were plenty of people to hang out with. Other than the 2 girls there was Yusuf, their new flatmate and his friend; Teo, who is working for the same organization as them and Michael, a guy from the UK, who just started his EVS. With them we went to discover Alzira. Later we also met Karolina and Tomasz, 2 other volunteers, who are also just starting their project.

During the weekend there was a fair/market taking place in Alzira, so – although a little late – but we went there to see the procession and have some tapas and cerveza.

Later in the evening we were joined by other friends of Lucia and Evelina and we went to experience the nightlife of the city. During the day I met so many new people, that I can't even recall everybody's name, but at least I can mention Pastor, the nicest Bolivian I have ever met. To be honest, he is the first Bolivian I met in my life, so he doesn't have competition to be the nicest so far. That being said, he is a very cool guy.

After a long first night in Alzira Sunday was all about relaxing and waiting for Pier and Mert to arrive. After traveling back from Tarragona they went to see the Valencia – Atletico Madrid game.

When they got back 6 of us climbed the local hill and tried the bar on the top.

Next day Karolina, Michael, Pier and me we went to Valencia, where Mert – who knows the city very well by now – guided us through the place. In one day we saw the Plaza de Toros, the Torres de Quart, the Cathedral, the Mercat and a good portion of the city. After Tomasz joined us, we went to eat something and later we also walked through the enormous park before heading back to Alzira.

On Tuesday Pier went to visit the world famous L'Oceanogràfic in Valencia. As I didn't really want to spend long-long hours there that day, I decided to take a train to Xátiva and climb up to the castle. (Picture up top.) The whole little excursion took about 4 hours, it was quite tiring and the hot weather made it a little more difficult, but it was well worth it. In the evening we went to a Japanese restaurant and I tried my first sushi. I never was a huge fan of fish and seafood in general and eating sushi didn't really change my mind, but the place was great, I had some delicious food and it was a great experience.

Pier and me spent the last day of our holiday with Evelina and Lucia in Valencia. For lunch we had paella. Despite living in Spain for 3 months, this was the first time I had paella. I know, I know, I'm the absolute worst. But looking at it from a different perspective, it was actually great that sushi, paella and later a drink called horchata were new to me, because trying those made an already great holiday even better. Another awesome part of the day was visiting Jardín Botánico, a lovely hidden garden full of plants and cats. Just make sure you avoid the cactuses, they can be dicks.

Unfortunately time flew by fast and we had to get to the Valencia airport, so it was time to say goodbye to the girls. This part always sucks, but unless you only find friends close to the place where you live during your EVS, it will be part of your experience.

When a few hours later we got back to Palma we finally met our new 2 roommates, Federica (Italy) and Tatiana (Russia). With them we are now 6 people in the piso, which means a big change from the time when we were only the 2 of us with Pier in the apartment.

As usual the first few days after returning to our normal lives were not exactly easy and the fact that now Spanish is the most commonly used language in our apartment made it even more difficult to get back to normal. And it's not because there is anything wrong with the new girls, or Spanish, it is just all the changes. Instead of being with people I am already friends with, now I'm getting familiar with new people and instead of speaking English all the time, now I mainly hear – and also try to speak – Spanish. It's a big difference and it really made me miss my one-week holiday. But as days go by, it gets easier and easier. Luckily now I'm pretty much “forced” to practice Spanish in conversations as it is the language that two of my roommates, Frederica and Steffie prefer to use. So after 3 months in Spain I finally feel that my Spanish is getting better.

On Friday we met Anna, a Brazilian girl who lives in Palma and thankfully she speaks perfect English. So English is still very much present in my life.

On Saturday (October 8th) with the girls we went to an end of summer fiesta at Sa Posessión. 2 weeks ago this party was actually postponed due to rain. And seeing the current weather in Palma (rain almost every day), it was about time to have some fun and accept that summer is indeed over. Having said that it normally is still 20-25 Celsius degrees here and if it is not cloudy, it's still very pleasant.

The week ended with a relaxing Sunday, when not a lot happened EXCEPT I finally had a visitor from home. :) One of my cousins was working in Mallorca for a couple of days and luckily he had some free time to meet up and chat a little bit. It was not only nice, because I met one of my relatives on the island, but also because I haven't met him for a long time.

That's pretty much all that happened during these last 2 weeks. See you next time!

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Can we have Felix and Pepa having Pregnant sex? Cause let's face it that woman is horny 24/7 for him and being pregnant does not hinder that and he is 1000% in love with her and loves that she's pregnant with his baby. (Which baby she's pregnant with is up to you. Could be any of the three or it could be a fourth one)

Oh pregnant sex is DEFINITELY a thing between them? Let's do it!

"Damn, must've been a while then huh?"

"What do you mean?"

Félix had decided to catch up with his buddies for a drink. He wasn't expected home just yet, so why not? He was on his second drink, and was telling his friends about how his wife was doing, what with the new baby. Maximo shrugged.

"I mean, she's pregnant, right?"

"Yeah?"

"So it must've been a while since you've got to have sex."

Félix raised a brow. Maximo was never really...open to new things or ideas. Was he the best guy? Not at fucking all, but he'd come a long way since they were kids.

"We had sex literally two days ago. Why would her being pregnant have anything to do with our sex life? It's safe."

Maximo hesitated, scratching his cheek in an uncomfortable manner.

"I mean...she's gotten bigger now, she probably whines more and shit. Why would you wanna fuck that?"

"Look, just because the girls YOU meet aren't hot enough to look good during pregnancy, doesn't mean that applies to Pepa. She's fucking gorgeous, and I'll fuck her ANY day of the week. If anything, it's weird that you think it's weird, man."

Maximo winced at the idea, before shrugging his head.

"Alright, weird, if you ask me. Congrats on the baby, but still gross."

"Your attitude is gross man."

Félix decided HE'D pay their bill tonight, so he left. He made his way to the Casita, and sure enough, there was his wife, right on the living room couch, reading to their children. Dolores, his little angel, was asleep on her left, and Camilo, his mischievous little guy, was on her right. They were both cuddled against her somewhat obvious bump, so excited about their new little sibling. Félix cleared his throat to get Pepa's attention, watching a rainbow form over her head upon seeing him-and people wondered why Félix was so full of himself.

"You're home early."

"Eh, Maximo was being stupid. They asleep?"

"Dolores is. I'm not sure about Camilo, he keeps squirming."

"Well let's try it, you don't look comfortable."

Félix was as quiet as he could as he lifted both kids into his arms, and helped Pepa up. She was pretty far along, making some movement difficult for her. They tried walking down the hallway to Camilo's room, only for the little guy to wake up, and immediately start to whine.

"Mami!!!"

"Camilo, no, you're too heavy for mami right now."

Pepa huffed, as if she was offended.

"Are you calling him fat?"

"W-no? He's not fat, YOU'RE pregnant."

"No! I want mami! You smell bad!"

Félix sighed. Ten was too much for him to act like this.

"Look, I'LL carry you, mami will hold your hand."

That seemed to soothe him, at least until they got to his room. He tried to set him down onto his bed, but he whined loudly, enough to wake up his sister. She was a young lady, almost an adult, but he still felt bad, watching her wince in his arms.

"No! I said I want mami!"

He was going to remind him of Pepa's bad back, when Dolores got out of his arms, and threw a pillow over Camilo's head. Somehow, that was enough to knock him out. Félix hummed.

"That...was easy. Think he'll stay asleep?"

"Maybe. I can stay here and-"

The three of them jumped when Camilo let out a LOUD snort in his slumber, before snoring like a middle aged man with respiratory problems. Dolores winced.

"On second thought, let's just hope he doesn't."

"Ay, he snores like your mami-ow!"

He felt an electric shock on his arm as Pepa poked him in a huff.

"I don't snore! You're LUCKY I like you. Come on mija, let's get you to bed."

She helped walk her to her room, and after kissing her goodnight (with him doing the same, obviously), he walked her back to their room. He got her comfortable in her bed, pecking her forehead.

"You still mad about the snoring thing?"

A little rumble of thunder, plus the scowl, let him know she was in fact, still grumpy about it.

"I. Do not. Snore."

"Are you this mad because I haven't been home all day to take care of you?"

Pepa pouted, turning her nose at him.

"Maybe. So what if I missed your big strong arms and your big stupid chest?"

He chuckled, gently shaking his head. He knew how to make her a happy Pepa. He took his shirt off, and offered his shirt to her.

"Better?"

"...si."

She took his shirt greedily, burying her face into the somewhat sweaty cloth. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"So grumpy. You want more of Papi?"

"Now."

"Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want."

She huffed, swatting him with his own shirt.

"Puta provocación. Fine. I want Papi's cock, and if I don't get it, I'm going to kill him."

He held his hands up in defense, trying not to laugh.

"Okay okay! Heard you loud and clear mami."

He lifted up her skirt and pulled down her shirt. A pregnant belly, and tits just loaded with milk. They were sensitive too, cupping them in his hands was enough to make her breath hitch.

"They've been tender ALL day. Take care of them, please."

"I'll take care of EVERYTHING, mami, don't you worry."

He massaged them carefully in his hands, watchful of her reactions. Poor woman was in fact, very sore and tender, it hurt his heart, knowing she was ailed at all. But she didn't seem to hate it, not with a grin like that.

"I love how much bigger they've gotten though. I ever tell you I love being pregnant?"

Yes he knew all the aches that came with being a mother. The back aches, the swelling, the vomiting, the cravings, the moodswings. But it was all worth her feeling full and gorgeous, and it made his heart sing.

"You might have with Dolores, and Camilo. And trying for this one. I can't wait to meet them."

She stopped his kisses for a moment, and he watched her bite her bottom lip.

"About that. I went to the doctor today."

"And?"

"...we're...having another boy."

He swore his heart stopped. Another boy? He tried to find words on his suddenly dry mouth, especially as elation flooded his heart.

"We're going to have another son?! Really?!"

She nodded, clearly just as excited as he was.

"I was going to wait to tell the family, but I couldn't hold it! We're going to have another boy, who's going to be just as handsome as you."

He took one look at his wife, aglow and stunning in his arms, and said the words she'd been dying to hear all day.

"I'm going to fuck the hell out of that pussy, like, now."

That made her just LAUGH. God he loved her laugh. Her smile, her hair, her stomach- every bit of her he loved. He kissed her again, simultaneously struggling with his pants and her pesky underwear. She needed him, he could tell from how her nails dug into his hair, could tell from how she moaned into his mouth. He pressed his hard cock against her wet, hairy cunt, fighting off a shudder. He would never grow tired of her perfect body, and from the way she bit into his bottom lip, she felt the exact same.

"Give it to me, Papi. I've missed you all day."

"I will, amor. As much as you need. Watch your head, hombrecito."

That joke just never got old. He rubbed his head against her folds, enough to get her back to arch for him, before pushing himself inside. Her hands went from his hair, to his shoulders, dragging her nails against his poor skin.

"When...are you going to stop...feeling so good?"

"When will I stop loving you? The answer to both? Never. Now come on, remind me who's papi~"

He usually held more restraint, but he couldn't fight it. Couldn't fight the urge to buck into her, cock stretching her soaked, hairy pussy. Every scratch to his back was another way of her saying thank you, and he took pride in that.

"YOU'RE papi! You're papi and I l-love you so much!"

He wrapped his hands around her throat. Not squeezing, just so she could swoon over those big hands he knew she loved.

"And papi put that baby in you, didn't he? He gave you a baby, and made you nice and big, didn't he?"

You'd think she'd be offended over being called big. On the contrary, knowing she had plumped up honestly did so much to her, especially knowing it was because of Félix.

"Me hiciste tan grande!"

"Dios, you look so beautiful, taking my cock. It's like you want another baby. You're SO fucking greedy, aren't you?"

He was balls deep in her with every thrust, and yet, his wife wanted more. Enough was never enough, she always needed more cum, more kisses, more of him. She nodded, clinging onto him for dear life, and trying to hold SOME composure, despite the room feeling like a million degrees.

"I want another baby, Félix, I ALWAYS want your babies!"

He didn't feel any shame as their bed frame started to hit the wall behind them. Fuck it, let everyone hear how well he took care of his wife.

"I know you do. I know you want them so badly, and it's SO sexy that you love being a mani. Especially for MY baby. That's right, that's MY fucking son in you."

Something about knowing she was carrying his was...well. Sexy. Félix had always wanted to be a father, and although it took a while, Pepa gave him all the babies he could ever want. He tried not to stop as she surprised him, nails digging into his ass.

"I need you to keep giving me cum. Please, please! I need it! I try to touch myself but FUCK, no es lo mismo!"

He was close, so was she. He kept moving, just picturing her dripping all over the sheets below.

"You'll get it. Every. Last. Drop."

And did she ever get it. He dumped his cum right into her, and he was sweet enough to rub her little clit in fast, small circles, letting her cum, all while being stuffed, just how she liked it. The poor thing was shaking under him once her high struck, leaving the poor woman almost mindless underneath him.

"Oh Dios mio...I-I can't stop shaking."

He had gone a BIT rougher than usual, but her little kiss to his lips proved she was just fine.

"Shh, estas bien. I'm here. Breathe. Now can I get you anything?"

She, through panting lips, hesitated, before just coming out with it.

"Can we go again? I need more."

He chuckled, slowly pulling out of her, leaving her a mess of red bushy hair and white cum.

"I can bounce back like I used to Pepi. BUT I can do this."

He got off the bed, just for a moment, before coming back. He put her underwear back on her, clicked the vibrator on high, and pressed it against her pussy. She cried out immediately, grabbing tightly onto his wrists as her legs shook.

"Fucking SHIT-Eres malo!"

"Uh huh. You just keep cumming Pepa. You keep cumming for Papi~"

She shook as she came again, and again, and again, all while he sat there, whispering over how lucky he was to have her.

He loved being a father.