Felinette Month Day 28
Revenge
Mostly based off of this, but with a little more Felix Culpa
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Marinette was good at stealing things.
It wasn’t really for any sort of reason; she had been like that since she was little.
When she was five, she snagged her father’s favorite rolling pin, right from under his hands.
When she was seven she took her mothers sewing needle to try her hand at sewing.
It was only when she was ten and she took a family recipe from a close friend that her parents realized that they had been a little too lenient with Marinette’s habits.
They tried everything, but nothing could stop her.
Marinette learned herself that people don’t like it when you take their things, so she used her gifts for something else; gifts.
She would place little macaroons in her friends pockets, accompanied with little notes detailing her impulse to take and how she would give stolen item back in a short while.
She eventually made friends with a newer student, Felix Culpa, a fellow kleptomaniac.
They worked well together, Felix would snag a pen, Marinette would pinch a phone and they would hold each other accountable for returning the item to the rightful owners.
Their classmates were accepting of them, soon growing used to the amazing disappearance of their items. Kim even tried to challenge them to a thievery contest.
It was peaceful.
That is, until her phone went missing.
She looked all over, until she just accepted it was gone.
She went to school the next day a little sad, but brightened up when she saw a phone just laying out on someone’s desk, primed for the taking.
Her phone.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that this was Felix’s desk, and her phone was sitting rather close to his bag.
This meant war.
She easily looked through his bag, disrupting nothing but the phone she pulled out with two fingers.
Success.
She pocketed the phone and went to her seat next to Alya, who was staring at her in surprise.
“You stole from Felix?” She whispered. “You’ve never done that before.”
“He stole from me first,” she replied, scrolling through his phone. “I’m just getting a little revenge.”
But her little revenge would soon turn out to be a lot bigger than she expected.
—
The class was chaos. Turns out, random objects going missing in the middle of the day had become routine for all of them and everyone was panicking, looking for the one thing they didn’t have.
Felix and Marinette were not phased in the slightest.
Marinette would pass Felix and leave the room with his tie.
Felix would be sitting in front of Marinette all day and class would conclude with her hair ties on his wrist.
Then, things got a little stranger.
Felix would enter class munching on a specially made macaroon that Alya swore Marinette made only for Adrien.
Marinette would be seem walking down the street weaving a flower crown from flowers that Nino knew he saw Felix buying only minutes ago. On the other side of Paris.
The war was torture for everyone, but Alya felt that she was suffering the most. Watching the two dance around each other and knowing that they were perfect for each other, well it was just painful.
They class prayed for an end to the war, and soon.
——
Felix walked calmly to the park, admiring the stars, just barely visible in the dark evening.
“You wanted to see me?” He held up Marinette’s phone, the screensaver depicting the time and place they were meeting at that moment.
“Yeah,” she fiddled with the strap of Felix bag, “Alya wants me to end the war.”
He nodded. “It makes sense that the person who starts a battle must finish it.”
“Exactly. So how are you going to finish this?”
“How am I going to finish this? You started this war.”
“No, you started it when you stole my phone.”
“That?” Felix waves his hand. “That was merely a little revenge.”
“For what, exactly?”
He stepped closer, causing her to tilt her head up just slightly.
He smirked. “For stealing my heart.”
She returned the smile and pulled out one of the valentines he had been working on for her. “Yeah, I figured.”
They walked home side by side, and by the time they got to the door of Marinette’s home, she was wearing his jacket and he was sporting her hair ties on his wrist once again.
———
The days after the war had ended, the class was still on edge.
It seemed like the war was still going on; Marinette walked into the classroom with Felix’s tie holding up her ponytail and he was wearing a scarf that just screamed “Marinette.”
But then, things stared disappearing again, and those same familiar notes were left in bags, pockets and hands.
First there was relief, things were back to normal, just as they were supposed to be.
Then, Alya saw Marinette steal a kiss from Felix on their way out of the building and relief turned to elation.
The partners in crime had become parters in life.