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celestiall0tus · 11 months ago

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 15 - Felix

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Adrien sat in the garden as he stared up at the statue of his mother, Emilie Agreste. He sighed and glanced back to see Nathalie and Gabriel looking at him from the window. He smiled and waved, but only Nathalie returned it. He turned away back to the statue.

“Little kitty on a roof. All alone without his…,” Adrien started to sing.

“Adrien,” Gabriel said.

“Father?”

Gabriel moved down the steps and sat beside Adrien. “There’s something important I have to talk to you about.”

Adrien tilted his head as he looked at Gabriel, noticing the bags under his father’s eyes. “Father, are you ok?”

“It’s nothing. Just nightmares and stress. But I need you to listen. There is something I need to tell you. Something I’ve thought about telling you every day, but I don’t know how to find the words.”

Adrien gasped. “Father, it’s ok. I understand. I loved Mom too, but it’s ok that she’s gone. I accepted and I’m here for you.”

“What? How could you think such a thing?”

“But… I don’t understand. She’s gone. She died. I thought you were ready to grieve. It’s All Saints’ Day, Father. Shouldn’t we be honoring and celebrating her, as well as grieving?”

Gabriel stood and glared down at Adrien. “As long as she’s in our hearts, she lives on! She’ll never be just a memory, Adrien.”

Adrien frowned and looked away.

Gabriel sighed and turned his back. “We’re expecting guests. Be ready.”

Adrien watched Gabriel disappear back inside. He looked back at the statue when Plagg peeked out from his jacket.

“Wow, your father’s like a piece of Tomme cheese. A rind so thick that it’s almost impossible to get inside.”

“Don’t be hard on him, Plagg. It’s been a year since Mom died, and it can’t be easy with All Saints’ Day today. A day we’re supposed to honor those that have passed, like Mom.”

“And what about you?”

“I don’t know. I wish we could honor her together, but I guess I’ll be doing that alone too, as usual now. C’mon, let’s get ready for company.”

Alix circled her mother’s tombstone as she washed it thoroughly. Alim and Jalil watched her as she scoured the stone, washing away all impurities.

“Alix, honey, you’ve washed the tombstone five times now. It’s clean,” Alim said.

“Just one more rinse. I just need to make sure it’s spotless.”

Alim knelt and touched Alix’s shoulder, giving her pause. “The tombstone looks lovely, Alix, but now it’s time to rest. We have a big night tonight and I know you’ll want to have your energy for that.”

“I know, but I just want to make up for almost losing her body. After what happened with Chat Noire, that guilt remained with me. We almost lost her completely because of me. If I hadn’t fixed everything, we’d have nothing to honor today.”

“Now, Alix, I know you know better. We both do.”

“But where would we celebrate her if not here on this day? It’s supposed to be here like it always is.”

“It doesn’t matter where we celebrate, so long as it’s together and for her. On the days when the veil is thinnest, and she gets to see us. And why we need to be at our best tonight when we make our offerings and prayers. We need to show her that,” Jalil said.

Alix raised her brow as she looked at Alim.

“Right, but all that aside. It’s more than just honoring her, but the family we made and the legacy she left behind. So, let’s head home and prepare for tonight, ok?”

“Fine.”

“Oh, Alix, your friends have been asking for you,” Jalil butted in.

“Have you been reading my messages?”

“Occasionally when your screen lights up and I see some of the message. They want to do something nice for Adrien today.”

“Why?”

“Something about his mother I think?”

Alix looked away.

“Alix?”

“It’s… it’s just I… I may know who he is.”

“Oh? Oh! I see. Do you want to help him?”

“Yes? No? Maybe? I mean, I understand, but at the same time, I don’t know. I want to help, but am I really the best one to help him? I’m… me!”

“You seem to help him as him,” Tikki squeaked from under Alix’s cap.

“That’s… it’s different. When the world doesn’t know it’s you, it’s easier to share. I mean, why should I care what strangers think opposed to… to….”

“Friends?” Alim asked.

Alix nodded.

“Well, that’s part of it. You will learn to open up and share more of yourself. Taking that first step with strangers is a big step. The next will be with your friends. So, why don’t you go help him in your way?”

“Are you sure?”

“Go on. I know she would approve as well.”

Alix smiled. She hugged Alim and headed to the Agreste mansion.

Adrien sat at his desk and stared at his monitors’ background. He smiled seeing him with Emilie until he heard his door open. He turned to see Nathalie enter his room.

“Your father is waiting for you downstairs, Adrien.”

Adrien nodded. He followed Nathalie downstairs to the parlor. He stood with Gabriel by the front doors. He watched as Nathalie opened the door for a woman that looked identical to Emilie. He gasped as his heart leapt, the faintest hope that it was her. The hope extinguished as the woman stepped forward to reveal his aunt, Amelie.

“My, my! Look at how much you’ve grown!” Amelie cooed.

Amelie approached Adrien and kissed his cheek. He smiled before she turned to Gabriel.

“Gabriel, isn’t he just the absolute cutest?”

Gabriel grunted. “I’m sure Adrien is glad to have such a timely visit from his aunt today of all days.”

“Of course! It’s All Saints’ Day. I thought it’d be better if we were all together on a day like this. Don’t you agree?”

Adrien nodded while Gabriel rolled his eyes. Adrien gulped and looked back at Amelie. His eyes widened seeing a boy that looked exactly like him. He grinned as his eyes lit up.

“Felix?”

Felix walked up to Adrien and held out his hand. Adrien looked at it, then hugged Felix.

“It’s so good to see you again!”

“Aw! You two still look so much like twins! Oh, remember when you two would have so much fun pretending to be each other. I still remember when they had you and Emilie fooled for a whole weekend!” Amelie reminisced.

Gabriel growled. “I won’t be fooled a second time.”

Adrien stepped back. Felix turned to Gabriel and offered a hand.

“Hello, Uncle.”

Gabriel didn’t move. He glared down at Felix’s hand, then Felix.

“Now, Felix, you know your uncle’s never been the physical sort.”

Felix rolled his eyes but lowered his hand.

“Now, Gabriel, while I am here for the holiday, I do have important business to discuss with you about the Graham de Vanily twin rings,” Amelie reminded.

“We’ll discuss it later. It must have been a long trip from London. Rest a little. Nathalie?”

Nathalie moved from the door and escorted Amelie away.

“Adrien, take Felix to your room.”

“Yes, Father. Come on, Felix!”

Adrien ran up with Felix walking behind him. He headed into his room and grabbed a basketball as Felix stood in the middle of the room.

“Hey, remember our shooting contests?”

Adrien passed the basketball to Felix. Felix caught it but tossed it aside. Adrien tapped his hands on his legs as Felix glared at him.

“Hey, so, uh, I’m sorry I never went to your dad’s funeral. Father thought it would be too hard on me considering everything that happened this year. You’ve got every right to be angry with me.”

“That’s not what bothered me until you brought it up. It annoys me more seeing you always do what Gabriel tells you.”

“I mean… he’s very protective of me, but I don’t always do what he says. Well, now a days. Not since he changed. Not since Mom died.”

Felix raised a brow, then smiled. He hugged Adrien. Adrien gasped, then returned the hug.

“Say, do you have that chessboard? Would you like to play a round of chess?” Felix asked.

“I do! I’ll go get it!”

Adrien ran up the spiral stairs in his room to the second level. He searched his shelves until he found the chessboard and pieces.

“Found it!”

“Grab some cards, while you’re up there!” Felix called.

Adrien smiled as he searched for a deck of cards. “You still doing magic?”

“Now more than ever. You’ll see!”

“How about karate? Still practicing?”

“Of course!”

Adrien grinned until Plagg phased through the floor up to him.

“We need to talk, Adrien,” Plagg said.

“What are you doing here? Hide!”

“Mind if I take a shower?” Felix asked.

“Not at all. Make yourself at home!” Adrien answered.

“What’s up with that cousin of yours? First, he searches through your things, and then, unforgivably, he squashes my hunk of goat’s cheese under your pillow! I’ve been maturing that baby for two weeks, do you realize? Two whole weeks!”

“Listen, Plagg. Felix lost his dad not so long ago. He’s probably not himself.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s no excuse. You never touched my cheese and yet you lost your mother not so long ago.”

Adrien grimaced and looked away.

Plagg flinched. “Oh, Adrien, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that. I just… your situations are similar, but you’re so different.”

“I know. I’m sorry about your cheese, but, please, be patient with Felix.”

Adrien grabbed the chessboard and cards and headed down to the first level. He put them on the coffee table when he heard a clattering noise. He looked around when he heard it again near the window. He approached it as he saw a pebble hit the glass. He ran up to it, looked out, and saw Alix standing in the backyard. He gasped and opened the window.

“Alix? How did you get in?”

“Uh, climbed the wall and fence?”

Adrien’s jaw dropped, then he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Alix, but you can’t be here.”

“Well, if I listened to the rules, I wouldn’t do half the crap that I do anyway. Sound familiar?”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “It… it is you, isn’t it? How did you know it was me?”

“Your little stunt a few days ago with Silencer. You weren’t exactly subtle, nor was your kwami.”

Adrien grimaced. “Are you… angry at me for that?”

“No, but I can’t exactly praise you either. That was a real shit move. At least when that crap happens to me, I don’t purposely make it happen. It just… it just happens because of who I am.”

“I know. I wish I could apologize, but Juleka isn’t letting me near Luka. Though I don’t blame her. Anyway, what brings you here? Is there an Akuma?”

Alix didn’t answer. She took several deep breaths before she parkoured up to the open window. Adrien watched in awe as she slipped into his room. He flinched when she smacked into the ground.

“Made it.”

“How do you do that?”

“It’s all in the legs, and the arms. Anyway, let’s ditch this place and go have fun.”

“I can’t. My cousin is here, and I can’t leave him.”

“Why not?”

“I just… it’s been forever since I’ve seen him. That and he and Aunt Amelie came for All Saints’ Day, even if I’m sure Father won’t really let us celebrate it.”

“That’s why we celebrate it. Let us honor our mothers together.”

“I want to, but Father wouldn’t ever let me.”

“Hey, there’s a saying I’ve grown to live by that my mother did. It’s better to ask forgiveness, than permission. So, let’s go!”

“But-.”

“Adrien! Can you lend me some clean clothes? I left my suitcase downstairs!” Felix yelled.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah! Take what you need!”

“C’mon, Adrien. Don’t you want to do what you want? Don’t you want to honor your mother? Don’t you want to live?” Alix pushed.

“I do, but-.”

“No buts. Let’s go. Your cousin seems to be doing fine.”

“Why doesn’t he come with us? I mean, he lost his father recently.”

Alix considered, then sighed. “Fine. He’s in the bathroom, right?”

“Yeah. He should be-.”

Alix pushed past Adrien to the bathroom door. She rolled her shoulders before she kicked the door open. Felix shouted and dropped Adrien’s phone.

“What’s wrong with you? I could have been-!” Felix started.

Alix whistled. “Damn, you look so much alike. Even more in Adrien’s clothes. Oh, and what do we got here?”

Felix reached for Adrien’s phone, but Alix grabbed it. She smiled and tossed Adrien his phone.

“Alright, boys, get ready. We’re heading out on the city.”

“What? I’m not going anywhere with the likes of you.”

“Good! I didn’t want you to come. Your soft-hearted cousin did. Anyway, let’s go, Adrien!”

“Hold up! Your father wouldn’t approve of you going out, Adrien.

“Uh, what’s that thing you said? If you listened to the rules, you wouldn’t do half the stuff you do?” Adrien asked.

“Atta boy! Let’s go!”

“Wait! You can’t just leave me here,” Felix argued.

“Then you can either come along and do something against the rules for once, or you can stay here like a good little boy who always listens to mommy.”

Felix grumbled. “Fine. Give me a minute to change.”

“Excellent, but first.”

Alix pulled Adrien and Felix in. She pulled out her camera and took a photo with them. She pushed Felix away as she headed out of the bathroom.

“What was that for?”

“Letting the girls know you, well Adrien, is in good hands. Now get changed. We have a city to terrorize.”

Alix and Adrien left Felix to change. Alix sent the photo to the girl group chat before she approached the window. Adrien followed behind her before Felix joined them. She nodded and hopped out the window and rolled onto the grass.

“Let’s go boys. We don’t have all day.”

Adrien and Felix exchanged glances before they followed Alix. They tumbled onto the grass and brushed themselves off as they stood. They looked around, uncertain of what to do next when Alix ran for a small tree. They watched her climb up it, hop onto the wall, and then climb over the fence atop the wall. Their eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

“Move it! Don’t want the adults to catch us.”

Felix and Adrien nodded before they followed Alix. They struggled up the wall and fence but made it over. They jumped down to the sidewalk, landing less than gracefully.

“Well, look at that. Congratulations, boys, you committed your first acts of rebellion. How’s it feel?”

“Technically not my first one, but that was the hardest. How do you make climbing all that look so easy?”

“I mean, you gotta learn otherwise the cops catch you.”

“This is wrong. We weren’t given permission to go out. We should go back,” Felix fussed.

“You go back. We’re heading out,” Adrien said.

“But Father will be-!”

Felix cut himself off as he covered his mouth. Alix’s eyes widened as she saw fear in Felix’s eyes. She reached out and took his head, surprising him.

“Today is typically about honoring the dead. They also say those that have passed are watching us on these days when the veil is thinnest. So, if that’s true, let’s give your father’s spirit a healthy dose of disrespect. What do you say?”

Felix didn’t answer, but the fear faded from his eyes and was replaced with hope. Alix grinned, tightened her hold on Felix, and ran.

“Move it, boys! The city is ours this day. Let us live for the day, and in the memory of what was and shall never be again!”

Adrien cheered as he and Alix ran side-by-side while she dragged Felix behind them. They explored the city at their leisure as they took Felix to each of the sights. She gathered mementos along the way she planned to offer to her mother’s grave. She didn’t want to put much stock in Jalil’s theories in front of him, but a part of her began to believe her mother was watching. If it was true, she wanted to show her mother how much how changed and the joy she now found in companionship.

Alix lingered on the notion as they reached the Pont des Arts and stumbled on Andre’s ice cream stall. Felix and Adrien smiled and enjoyed each other’s company, a far cry from what she had seen earlier when Felix was moody. A lot of Felix reminded her of herself. Seeing him now as he was, it felt another reflection of herself. One where she’d let people in. Is this what she was becoming with these boys and even the girls? If it was, she loved it. She loved seeing what she could be. Even if she didn’t overcome her anger completely, she could still be so much more. She could finally learn how to really be like her mother. To make those connections she never knew she wanted until she met Tikki.

“Alix! Come get some ice cream!” Adrien called.

Alix snapped out of her thoughts and smiled. She trotted over when her phone rang. She took it out when the screen lit up pink. She panicked and threw it to the ground. She stepped back as Lady Wifi, Reflekta, Princess Fragrance, and a fourth villain emerged from the phone. She tilted her head as she took in the new villainess.

The fourth villainess was an atrocious high fashion, heart-themed dress with leggings, platform pumps, and sunglasses. Her hair was pulled up in a puffed-up swirl that looked like cotton candy. She held up a sketchbook with a pencil in hand.

“What’s going on here?” Alix demanded.

“We’re here to punish Adrien and you,” Reflekta answered.

“What? What for?”

“We sent Adrien super nice messages, but he responded to them with a super mean message!” Princess Fragrance whined.

“And then we see you all happy with not just one Adrien, but two! Keeping them all to yourself,” the villainess screeched.

“We should have known you’d turn on us eventually, but never with Adrien. Now it’s time to make you both pay,” Lady WiFi sneered.

Alix felt her heart drop into her stomach. She glanced at Adrien and Felix, who had genuine fear and concern in their faces as they looked at her. She could still save them. She could give Adrien time to transform, or she could reason with them to get them to release the Akuma like Nathaniel and Luka had. She’d rather punch them for this, but she’d give them one last chance.

“Is this really why you were akumatized? Is this really why you accepted an offer to become monsters?”

“It is. Do you think we’re so stupid to face you without some assistance? You’re a raging monster without an Akuma,” Lady WiFi said.

“A little monster we gave a chance. We thought you cared, but it was all a lie, wasn’t it? You helped Adrien make that message, didn’t you?” Princess Fragranced demanded.

“You likely corrupted poor, sweet Adrien, didn’t you? Turned him against us for your evil, nefarious reasons,” the villainess added.

Alix clutched her fists. She took a deep breath as she let the tears that burned her fall. “Oh yeah? Well, let me just start this by saying… fuck you!”

The four girls’ eyes widened as they exchanged glances.

“You honestly assume that of me? What in your right fucking minds would make you think such fucking, utter nonsense? Why would I care to ‘corrupt’ Adrien? Why would I help him make a mean message when I have no issue telling you to your faces how much you piss me off or annoy me? Do you honestly think so little of me?”

Reflekta and Princess Fragrance hesitated as they looked at each other, but Lady WiFi and the villainess stepped forward.

“What should we even expect of you? You’re just a little monster like Chloe,” Lady WiFi hissed.

“Yeah, I fucking am, but not for the reasons you think. And you know what? You fucking bitches were lucky I even listened to my dad in the first place. If I didn’t, if I just continued to shut everyone out of my life except my family, I wouldn’t be in this fucking situation! I wouldn’t be screaming and crying over some foolish bitches I thought I could trust. I thought I finally found people who would accept me for me, but I was wrong. And you know what else? Go-!”

“Wait!” Reflekta and Princess Fragrance yelled.

Everyone watched as Reflekta and Princess Fragrance pushed past Lady WiFi and the villainess as they reverted to Juleka and Rose. They looked around in confusion before they turned to Alix. They gasped and ran up to her.

“Alix, what did we say? What did we do? Please, tell us,” Juleka begged.

“Yeah! We’ll make it up. Please, just tell us what happened!” Rose added.

“You thought I helped Adrien make a mean message for you guys,” Alix whispered.

“What? No! I mean, we were raw after that message. Then we saw your photo with the two Adriens and then Marinette-!” Rose blurted.

Alix narrowed her eyes as she glared at the villainess. She let out a small gasp when she saw the panja bracelet on the villainess’s left hand.

“Marinette! You fucking little-!” Alix roared.

“Marinette’s gone. I’m Heart’s Design and you will surrender to me.”

Heart’s Design opened her sketchbook. She held her pencil to the page when Chat Noir snuck up and smacked them with his staff. Alix took a sharp breath as she looked around.

“Everyone! Get to safety! Juleka, Rose, take Felix and get to safety,” Alix ordered.

“What about you?” Juleka asked.

“Yeah! Come with us!” Rose begged.

“No. You’re safer away from me. They’re after me, remember?”

“She’s right. C’mon, let’s go,” Juleka said.

Rose nodded and turned to Chat Noir. “Chat Noir! The Akuma is in the tablet Lady WiFi has!”

Chat Noir gave a thumbs up and went back to fighting Lady WiFi and Heart’s Design. Juleka and Rose glanced at Alix before they grabbed Felix and ran. Alix sighed and retreated to a nearby alleyway and transformed. She headed back as Chat Noir disarmed Heart’s Design and tossed her sketchbook into the Seine.

“No! How could you? Now how am I supposed to make Adrien mine?” Heart’s Design cried.

Chat Noir recoiled. “What?”

“That book would allow me to make Adrien love only me and no one else. We’d be together and he’d have all he ever needed… me!”

Bloody Bug ran in and punched Heart’s Design in the jaw, sending her flying. Lady WiFi gasped and moved to freeze Bloody Bug. Bloody Bug juked Lady WiFi and tore the tablet from her. Bloody Bug snapped it in half, released the Akuma, caught it, and purified it. Heart’s Design and Lady WiFi reverted when she released the butterfly.

Alya gasped. “What happened? Where am I?”

“Alya, I’m disappointed,” Bloody Bug said.

“Bloody Bug! Please, you must understand, this girl, she-!”

“A hero doesn’t make excuses for their actions. We take ownership. What I’ve seen here is the making of a villain, not a hero.”

“What? No! I was helping my friend! That counts as being heroic, doesn’t it?”

“Not when you attack civilians after accepting to become a monster. Alya, I see your true colors now. I see the real you. You’re not a hero. You’re a bully masquerading as a hero.”

“No. No! Please, Bloody Bug, let me explain.”

“I’m done listening to your lies, Alya. Chat Noir, you may if you wish, but I’m done.”

Bloody Bug turned away and headed towards Marinette. Chat Noir glanced at Alya before he followed Bloody Bug. She grabbed Marinette’s left hand and pulled on it, causing Marinette to cry out.

“You have a lot to answer for, Marinette. What ailed you?”

“I… I’m sorry, please. I just… I… We made messages for our friend Adrien because it’s All Saint’s Day and he was surely honoring his mother since she died in the past year. We wanted to cheer him up and let him know we were here, but he sent us a mean message in response. And… and I told him I loved him. I was devastated, then I saw Alix happy with two Adriens and… and… I saw red. How could she betray me like that? I’m the one that loves Adrien, not her.”

“How dare you,” Chat Noir hissed.

“Chat Noir?” Bloody Bug whispered.

Tears streamed from Chat Noir’s eyes with pinned back ears and his pupils narrowed into slits. “You claim you love him, but this isn’t love! And Alix didn’t betray you. You betrayed Alix! You hurt someone that dared to call you a friend all because of an obsession! Not love!”

“It is! It’s true love! From the moment he gave me his umbrella, thunder rolled. It was love at first sight! We’re meant to be!” Marinette screamed.

“Enough! Marinette, you and Alya have disappointed and betrayed me. I trusted you both, and this is how you repay that trust.”

“What? No! I swear, it isn’t! I’m good. I promise!”

“Actions speak louder than words, and your actions here drown out your words. I expected better of you.”

Marinette’s jaw dropped as Bloody Bug grabbed the panja bracelet and tore it off.

“Like I told another, prove to me you can be better. When you do, I’ll consider you both again. As of now, consider my trust in you both destroyed. Chat Noir, let’s go.”

Bloody Bug and Chat Noir shot Marinette and Alya a final look before they headed off. They traveled along the rooftops until they were far enough away from Pont des Art.

“Bug?”

“What’s up?”

“Are you ok?”

“No. And, I’m sorry about Marinette, Lady Tigress, whatever.”

“It’s… it hurts. I… don’t know how to take this.”

“Yeah. Me either.”

“What now?”

“I’m going to return the tiger miraculous, probably head home until this evening.”

“What’re you doing this evening?”

“I’ll be going to the graveyard my mom’s buried at and paying my respects.”

“Would you… would you mind a couple extra people?”

“Not… not at all. See you around seven?”

“Yeah. See you at seven.”

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catiuskaa · 11 hours ago

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HEURES D’ABSENCE.

come to bed (study me instead).

sum. felix knows you have to study, but… he smells so nice too… ok, hear me out… what if, instead, he helps you... review your research material?

wc: 4.3k

cw: sun & moon metaphors, felix is so down bad, minsung is mentioned, they’re so silly, sir kink? (not explored), kisses, kisses, kisses, oral (m.rec), soft yet unprotected piv sex (don’t!), and that’s all, folks!

scent. (♡) the perfume saga.

[🔹★💤 ★🔹]

The Sun is the star at the center of the Solar System. It is a massive, nearly perfect sphere of hot plasma, heated to incandescence by nuclear fusion reactions in its core, radiating the energy from its surface mainly as visible light and infrared radiation with 10% at ultraviolet energies. It is by far the most important source of energy for life on Earth. The Sun has been an object of veneration in many cultures. It has been a central subject for astronomical research since antiquity.

It's kind of an obvious statement, I know, but Felix resembles it quite well, with a couple of exceptions. You know for a fact that he too is by far your most important source of energy for life on Earth. Still, even if Felix can’t help but giggle every time you compare him to the massive star —reason why now his friends call him Sunny, too— he doesn’t feel like he can compare.

He hopes he never gets heated to incandescence. He isn’t sure if any culture venerates him, but he’s quite sure to say that the chances are quite low. He also hopes no one calls him a ‘yellow dwarf.’ But ultimately, he knows he isn’t that massive star that the Earth orbits around because, if he were, he’d probably have a bright, nuclear solution to his silly recent troubles.

But Felix groans. He isn’t as observant as he’d like to be. Moreover, when he does eventually see it, somehow it is always a bit too late.

Hogging the blankets and hugging a pillow, he sinks his head into it again. He’s been turning in bed for what feels like hours because he can’t help but notice it now. He can’t help but wonder how it could escalate to such an extent right under his nose.

Felix blinks, sleepy, but not quite enough to fall asleep.

But hogging the blankets isn’t his thing. He feels hot, so he pushes the bedsheets off of him, just for his arms to feel cold, to which he mumbles a curse and grabs the blanket again. This is bugging him. A lot. Like, sure, it was happening under his nose, but his nose wasn’t even that big. It keeps going for a while: hot, cold, hot, cold.

It’s unfair, or so he feels. It’s gotta be, he grimaces, as he covers himself top to bottom with the stupid blanket, and sticks his foot out. Weirdly, that scares him, so he groans and finally surrenders.

Ladies and gents, it only took Felix a week to figure out and acknowledge: it’s getting harder to sleep without you by his side. The excuse his body gives him is another, however, so he rises from his bed and heads out.

If you hear the faint sounds the wood makes with each of his steps as he goes from his room to the kitchen, he does not know. Felix just stares at your room’s door in your shared apartment, and there’s not even a shy move. Nothing what-so-ever. Not even the slightest gust of wind that moves it.

Felix sighs, the hair in his arms spiky as he opens the fridge and a shiver rushes while he grabs a bottle of water, chugging it as if the answer to his troubles is at the end. Somehow, he never reaches it. He swallows, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling the cold remnants of it quickly fade away down his throat.

That refreshes him, but the light from the fridge killed every ounce of sleepiness in his eyes. He leans his elbows on the kitchen counter, passing his hands through his hair.

It’s a struggle for him, and maybe he comes to terms with it just because it’s late at night for him. Because this is as pathetic as it sounds: you have been locked up in your room on a day-to-day basis because of your exams, and even if Felix understands, cooks you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and checks on you when it’s late just to move your sleepy body from your desk to your bed, not seeing you aside from that is getting harder and harder.

Mhhm. Damn right. Pathetic, he knows. His roommate Minho—a poor guy stuck living in a flat with a lovey-dovey couple— had laughed one day so hard that they kicked them both out of the university’s library.

“I mean, sure I might miss Jisung like that whenever he has exams, but if I lived with him?” Minho scoffs as they both get out of the library. He feels bad for the blond boy though, so he sighs, patting his back. “Maybe you guys should talk this out, Sunny. C’mon, let’s get some hot coffee.”

Minho was in Jisung's apartment tonight, so Felix couldn’t go and bother him as he usually did. The only light in the flat was the one that escapes from the underside of your door. Like a moth, he gets closer, surrendering again. He sighs as he steps towards your room. Only then, he stops.

He doesn’t want to bother you. It may sound like a stupid excuse that he makes for himself, but ultimately it’s the only truth he knows. However, he grins, thinking that chances are you’ve probably fallen asleep on the desk again, your room smelling like paper, ink, and noodles. He can lie to himself and say that he was only going to tuck you into bed like usual. And so, taking the doorknob in his hand, and breathes out before opening it.

…until, well. You’re not asleep.

The Moon is Earth's only natural satellite. It orbits at an average distance of 384,400 km (238,900 mi), about 30 times the diameter of Earth. Tidal forces between Earth and the Moon have synchronized the Moon's orbital period (lunar month) with its rotation period (lunar day) at 29.5 Earth days, causing the same side of the Moon to always face Earth. The Moon's gravitational pull is the main driver of Earth's tides.

Maybe that is why as soon as the door is open, his heart dances in his chest. Maybe your gravitational pull is insignificant compared to that of the actual grey satellite, but Felix doesn’t have it in him to care when all he wants is to melt by your side. ‘You’re awake,’ he wants to say, but he shrugs it off. That’s a stupid sentence, even for him to say at three am. It is a fact that you barely sleep and that only worsens during exams week.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t let himself dwell on how not creative his mind turns out to be in the worst moments, not while your eyes hold his. It’s then when he sees through the midst of tired, sleepy confusion in the colour of your eyes that the hours of absence, of longing, of craving, crash against you almost as strongly as they crash against him. The sun and the moon on a collision course—fiery and untouchable, yet destined to shatter the sky when they finally meet.

There are no words —no other worlds: a star, and a satellite— as he stares at you, as you sit on the floor, against the edge of your bed, your room a mess and your desk a battleground that, by the looks of it, Felix can’t help but think you’re not having the upper hand in this war you’re fighting against piles of printed put PDFs. You want to stand up and hug him as if you haven’t seen him in months, but you don’t know your right foot from your left, your mind baffled and your heart swooning as soon as the dim light of your desk lets you see some of his darkest freckles, even as far away as he stands.

And somehow, he understands, meeting you halfway. Maybe he doesn’t, but you don’t have it in you to give a damn. Not when he’s back at your side.

It’d be foolish if he tried it right away, and maybe it’s because he knows you so well, but you appreciate that he doesn’t immediately urge you to go back to bed. Felix wouldn’t know if you had been in bed to begin with, but nevertheless, he sits with you against it, the only sound in the room being the ruffle the bedsheets make as he pulls at them to settle them back on the bed, and the sound of your computer’s fan, setting the mood just right.

You would’ve made that joke out loud, but you don’t have the energy. Not when all of your remaining energy goes to pay attention to the very much welcomed presence next to you, when he cradles your face with the palm of his hand, and every bit of hopelessness of your coloured eyes hits him, unrestrained.

“My misty moon.”

It’s a whisper, one that makes your heart sink. You missed that silly nickname so much, and it’s almost ridiculous –you have seen him during the week, but still, it doesn’t feel the same.

His arm slithers its way to your waist, scooching himself closer to you. You blink, noticing your eyes are teary.

Misty, ha. So funny.

Maybe you missed him that much, because it cracks a smile out of you. You don’t dare to doubt that you did. Maybe it’s because you’re stressed because of all the sheer amount of work you still have left to do —just the thought of it makes the room spin.

He hugs you tighter. Felix doesn’t know what to do. He pulls you closer. No, closer. His soft hands move to your thigh and pick you up, sitting you on his lap. He’s never seen you look so fragile.

It was silly. It was you who had asked him to let you be while exams lasted, because you concentrated better alone. The environment chaotic, sure, because you hadn’t had a dinner before two am that wasn’t noodles in like, a week, but still, even when you were roommates, he knew better than to approach you during exams. You had always made it clear: you just worked like that. He didn’t get it, but he also knows he’d do whatever you need. It hurt his soft little heart to see you push yourself so hard, but in the end, it always paid off.

But you had been missing him so much. So, so, so much you almost were convinced it couldn’t be normal. That you shouldn’t be. You had barely been together for a year, even if you had lived as roommates for longer. Was that even allowed? To miss someone so vividly when they are in the room next to you?

His chest feels warm against you. Oh, you missed him. Your chest gnaws at the feeling, your own heart hating you —despising you, even— from keeping it away from the warmth of this sun for so long —a little over a week— because, how could you be so cruel, your heart whines, teary and all smiley now.

You nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, and he chuckles softly.

“You’re tickling me, moonmuffin.”

His- his voice? His laugh? Surely he’s got to be trying to murder you in cold blood and cuddles. What else could he be attempting when he feels so soft and so warm and so kissable and so… Felix.

“You smell nice,” you mumble instead, excusing yourself as you attempt to break each and every law of physics you may or may not remember as you move and fail to get even closer to him.

“What?” he giggles again, his hands traveling to thread your hair.

His fingers through your scalp feel so nice you sigh and melt against him. You agree with your heart: how dare you take this away for a week? You should be imprisoned and sentenced to mandatory cuddles for the rest of your life. Yeah. Life-sentence cuddles. You brush your nose slightly over his collarbone. You’re lucky you even remember what you had been saying.

“Not my fault. You smell nice.”

You should peach the idea. Life sentence cuddles for not having cuddles before. For attempting to even succeed in not having cuddles for a week. That? That’s fucking crazy.

“Mooncakes. How about we get you to bed, mmh?”

Maybe two life sentences. ‘Damn. You’re really sleep deprived’, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it, loving the thought of cuddles and Felix for life. Wait, no, even better: Felix’s cuddles for life. That way you didn’t need to worry about not having two lives. You could just cuddle. With Felix.

Meanwhile, Felix doesn’t even struggle when his hand passes behind your knees and holds your back, carefully standing up and getting you in bed, and quickly reaching for the blanket to tuck you in.

“What are you mumbling about,” he smiles, stroking your cheek.

His touch feels softer than all the blankets in your apartment combined. Like cotton and clouds, soft, mushy, effervescent. A-blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of deal. Which is a very big deal, because there is no way in hell Felix even tries to leave. You have been sentenced to cuddles for life, and the law is the law.

“Oh no, mister,” you blink, smiling softly. “You don’t get to leave now.”

His eyes are like crescent moons while you look at him as if he was crazy. As if the mere thought of him trying to leave was mindboggling, along with downright impossible. Fat chance you were going to let him go past that door tonight. Or ever, your heart snickers, rubbing hands like birdman, almost menacingly.

“The bed is cold,” he teases.

“Warm it up, Sunny.”

Your reply comes faster than he anticipated despite how sleepy you look, and Felix can’t help but smile. He missed how that nickname sounded in your voice, even if it was layered below sleepiness. “Smartass,” he grins, but he tries to keep his promise. Just in case. He wouldn’t want you to be pissed off at him in the morning. “You should sleep.”

“Haha. As if.”

Your hands travel and link behind his head, keeping him an inch from your face. You’re making this too hard for poor, weak, little Felix, but he bites his lip. His voice turns even softer, a whisper against your lips.

“But I’ll just keep you awake.”

Your eyes trail down to his lips, and he’s so close to losing it. “Somehow I still don’t see the issue,” you mumble.

His nose strokes yours as he can’t help but giggle. “You’re so gonna get all moony about it tomorrow.”

“What does that even mean,” you scrunch your nose, much to his amusement.

Felix just laughs, shaking his head sheepishly.

“We should sleep.”

“Right.”

“You’ll be mad at me if you feel tired tomorrow.”

Now that makes you giggle, letting out a sound much like a lie detector would. A strange meeh that, had he not been as tired as he was, Felix would’ve rolled his eyes at.

“Wrong.”

He sighs, the smile on his face not faltering for a millisecond. “You’re making this too hard.”

You blink at him innocently, and Felix indulges again. Maybe because it’s late, but honestly, his mind is too tired to make up an excuse as to why he lowers his head and kisses your temple.

He hears how your breath hitches, and that makes him as giddy as the first time.

“You know, I read something off the pages on the floor last night,” Felix chuckles, stroking your nose with his as you blink and blush.

“Oh?” You smile, cheekily interested.

“Oh,” he teases you. “So, philosophy major, what’s all that with kisses and their meanings?”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, the thought of taking the spare pillow on your bed and hitting him with it getting tempting.

Felix’s hands play with the ends of your hair as it rests against the pillow below your head, a mindless action that he only stops to cradle your face and press against your cheeks teasingly.

“My cute fluffy moon. A philosophy romantic.”

“Enough,” you whine, laughing. His heart does a little dance every time he gets a chuckle out of you, and this time, a win is a win. “Fine, I’ll tell you about it.”

“You know, I’m actually a visual learner?”

Felix bites his tongue when your eyebrows raise. Even he knew that was fairly smooth, which is only acknowledged when you roll your eyes.

“So, technicalities aside, because I refuse to tell the intro again or even read it within the next ten hours,” you state, making him laugh as you continue talking, “the human species has many types of kissing. And all of them have different underlining meanings.”

The look in his brown eyes remains expecting, however, so it seems that short explanation won’t do to make the suddenly-turned Professor Felix happy. Or so he makes it seem, by how he fakes pushing non-existent glasses further the bridge of his nose.

“That seems like an interesting research,” he starts, pushing the non-existent glasses again. “I see,” he snorts, because it’s late, it’s a lame joke, and he’s trying to get you to give him the kisses he’s been missing all week —and he may be close to getting some, which he celebrates silently.

“Any examples, perchance?”

And just why the hell would you refuse?

“Of course, sir,” it’s just because of his formal tone, but something in the air shifts. Maybe just the dust that gets bored and changes direction in the air, but Felix’s eyes also do something you can’t quite place. But your mind goes up to the files, seeing if you understand the topic you are researching.

“How about we do it this way— you say a body part, and I tell you its meaning?”

Oh, fuck yeah. Felix can’t believe he’s getting it this easily. He could die right now, filled with the cheeky malice of getting a plan executed successfully, but he ain’t dying without those kisses.

He ponders carefully but decides to start easy. “A kiss on the cheek?”

As your hands softly move to cradle his face, the feeling of your soft lips against his skin, soft soft soft, so soft he can’t think of a better adjective to describe it nor another by any chance, the gentle and tender press of your kiss triggers the butterflies that linger around in his system ever since he’d started liking you.

“Depending on the culture, a kiss on the cheek indicates affection or tries to portray a sense of welcoming,” you state in a calming voice filled with sleepiness that’s slowly starting to wear off.

“Forehead.” Felix grins, feeling his cheeks heat up when your hands move his head so you can reach from where you are lying down underneath him and shortly peck him.

“A deep wish for protection, with underlying affection. A way to express one’s desire for the other’s well-being.”

“I uh… may be running out of ideas,” Felix chuckles sheepishly. But please don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop. Ever.

He shuts up his heart as you start speaking. “I’ll take the microphone from here, then,” you laugh.

And Felix smiles widely as he starts being pampered to death in the form of kisses. A kiss on his earlobe, “to provoke arousal.” A kiss on his hands, “to greet with respect.” A tiny peck on his nose, “to express care.” A slightly longer kiss on his lips, “love,” you continue as you smile at him.

Had he been standing, Felix would’ve swooned by now. He doesn’t know how his arms haven’t surrendered and finally refused to hold his weight over you, but there he remains, over you, legs tangled underneath the bedsheets, with the only light in the room —your desk light— lighting not only his face, but also his eyes as they shine brighter after every kiss.

“Now, as you so obviously know, as a thorough expert in the matter,” you joke, happy to make him laugh, “other, different kisses may share meaning with these.”

“I see. Go on, then.”

It only takes another “Of course, sir,” and there it goes again. The tension in the room spikes up, like the hair in your arms whenever you look at the mess your room is in during exams.

But you’re having fun. And you smile. “A kiss on the lips indicates love, as I stated prior,” you snicker, kissing him on the lips again, maybe to make a point, maybe because after all these kisses he’s starting to taste like the most delicious thing you could take to your mouth.

Blame the tension for that, your heart grins at you, pushing you from behind to keep going. And there you go.

“There’s also what is called French kissing.” You swear you can see the exact moment where your desk light rats him out, allowing you to see how his pupils darken when instead of lifting your head to reach him, you finally link your arms behind his head and pull him down towards you, kissing him on the lips again, deeply this time, nibbling on his lips and taking advantage of the moment he smiles to slide your tongue in.

Felix isn’t just on cloud nine. He’s on cloud nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. He’s never been so high in the sky, and even if it is currently past midnight, had he been the actual, real Sun, not only would he be shining as much as he is now, but also make tomorrow the day with the clearest blue skies.

None of you can tell who is it that starts deepening the kiss. None of you can tell who’s the first that starts panting and gasping while both his and your hands start to map the other’s body, as if they’ve lost something and were sure the other one had it hidden somewhere.

You, however, are sure that there’s no such thing as a good night kiss anymore, because, with Felix’s knee between your thighs and his tongue in your mouth, you’re so not going to allow this alluring man who you’ve been dreaming about since the exams week started to leave you just like that.

To hell with tomorrow’s exam.

Felix, the poor boy, can’t read your mind. Maybe that’s why he gasps so heavily he lets out a moan when you roll him to his back and kiss him again before he can catch his breath. Maybe it's why he keeps letting out moans when he notices you smiling as you kiss him, your hands trailing up below his shirt.

“T-that tickles,” he smiles, panting, as your fingers trail faintly over his skin, making him feel goosebumps.

It doesn’t tickle anymore when it’s your lips that follow his happy trail, down, down, down. He takes off his shirt as if it’s burning, and if he’s honest with himself, he can’t think of a time when he has wanted this as desperately as he does now.

There’s no doubt in his mind that in your darkened eyes the same thought lingers on your head, while they stare deeply into his own, almost in a way capturing his soul, the sensation as effervescent yet not as pleasurable as the one that travels from his dick to his whole body as your hand closes around it. God, if Felix loves that sensation. He was so drunk once that he remembers thinking that if he could marry it, he probably would’ve. Somewhere in Las Vegas, too.

His head falls limp against the pillows with a thud, his hand threading into your hair as pretty little moans leave past his lips, following the sticky sweet sounds your mouth starts to make as you attempt to take him in, hollowing your cheeks and leaving your hand at the base to make up for what you can’t fit.

“F-fuck, baby, that’s so good…” he lets out over and over,” so good, baby, so good,” he almost mewls, “missed you s’much, fuck…”

He lets out a groan as he moves your head away, because he could bet money that he was a beat way from bursting, and he wouldn’t lose. Even then, losing the opportunity to fuck you for all the times he sighed pathetically this week, missing you when you were just next door, is much, much worse.

Felix’s soft hands travel, stroking every square inch of surface he can at a time, passing your thighs, your stretch marks and your hip dips —ones he has been a devout worshiper for God knows how long, dedicating entire nights (and days, if it had been only for him) to the both of them— bending to press soft kisses from your tummy up to your cleavage, his hands playing with your nipples just to hear your whines as he helps you lean your back down softly on the bed.

Felix whispers soft and tender nothings in your ear, mixed with silly sentences just because he’s missed having you below him so stupidly, stupidly because you’ve missed him just as much. He too kisses you everywhere after he slides in, only because he’s pretty sure that if he starts moving right away, he might not last as long as he wants.

Your cheek, your forehead, your temple, on the palm of your hand before linking his fingers with it, on your nose just so he can smile at you when you scrunch it.

“Sunny, don’t tease,” you pout cutely, moving your hips.

Finally, Felix giggles as he dives for your lips deeply. And when he kisses you, you smile, reeling in the feeling of his lips against your lips.

A solar eclipse.

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~kats, who’s genuinely tweaking bc why do i feel like this wouldn’t work if i hadn’t sneaked astronomical stuff in it?

I AM??? SO SORRY?? I HAVEN'T POSTED IN?? SO LONG?? MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR??? LIKE ??'?'?'?' I MISSED SO MUCH??