I saw you like Felix/Marc, any chance you might write something with them? Also what kind of fic recs would you like?
Of course!! I've been meaning to get around to writing something for them but I'm so lazy lol.
As far as fics I like go, throw anything at me aside from crossovers or smut not a huge fan of those but I'll read anything aside from those two!
Alright the Felimarc train is leaving the station here we go!!
Walking in to school that morning, Felix never expected to be bombarded by many of his female classmates, demanding he 'spill the tea' whatever that meant. He tried to dismiss them, but Alya was in the lead and refused to let whatever they were going on about go.
"Felix, you can stand here and deny that you have no idea what we're talking about but we all know that's not the truth." The redhead glanced at Marinette who was obviously trying to shy away from this whole conversation, or hide behind Rose, Felix couldn't quite tell.
"Tell him, girl. You saw what's going on first."
Marinette sighed, opening her mouth to speak when she saw Ivan and Adrien walk by. "Oh look, a convenient excuse, my boyfriend just walked by, gotta go!" And with that, the blue eyed girl zipped off, grabbing Adrien's hand with a grin.
Alya shoot her head, turning her attention back to where Felix had been, except he was no longer there. The amateur reported groaned and stormed her way to class, determined to find out the truth whether Felix wanted to give it to her or not.
Felix poked his head out from the locker room, heaving a sigh of relief when Alya left. Finally he was free to go! No more being bombarded with questions he didn't have answers to. Shoulding his bag, Felix headed towards Ms.Bustier's class.
He halted in his tracks, however, when he saw a very familiar cream sweater on a very familiar person.
Marc was walking down the hall, Nathaniel with him, the two speaking quietly about their comic book. He was wearing said sweater, which was seemingly too large for the boy.
The same sweater that fit Felix oh so snugly, and the same one he had accidentally left at Adrien's place last night in his rush to get home early after a very unproductive study session with their friends.
Felix puffed his cheeks out, trying to stop the heat that was growing on his face. He hastily made his way to class, wanting to find out exactly what happened from his cousin.
He didn't get a chance to confront Adrien until the lunch bell rang. From having to avoid Alya and all her attempts to get the truth she wanted from him, to Ms.Bustier wanting to speak with him and Marinette about their duties as class representatives he didn't have any free time, until now that is.
Felix grabbed Adrien's sleeve and dragged the boy out of the lunch room, glancing behind him and spotting Marc, still sporting his sweater.
"Hey! What are you doing Felix?" Adrien questioned, but didn't receive a response from the blond that was dragging him down the hall.
With bright red cheeks, Felix shoved Adrien into the mostly empty locker room. "What the hell?!" He huffed, causing Adrien to give him a confused, hurt puppy look.
"What's wrong? You seem distressed."
Felix glared at him, hands balling into fists. "I'm not distressed I'm irritated! What the hell did you do? Why is Marc wearing my sweater, y'know the one I left at your house?"
A sly grin creeped up on Adrien's lips. "I told him you left it there for him to wear." He stated, holding back a laugh as Felix's red cheeks darkened. "He was so happy, Felix, and I know how much you like him so I thought why not help you out a bit."
Adrien wasn't expecting to get slapped in the face, be wasn't expecting to get hit at all, but that's what happened. Felix hit him, hard, on the cheek. "You had no right. I don't need your help." He snarled, betrayal lacing his voice and eyes. "I told you I liked him in hopes of you keeping it quiet, I trusted you Adrien."
Adrien faltered, biting his bottom lip. "Felix I-"
"Don't say anything. I have to go fix this problem you caused."
Adrien sighed, watching his cousin leave. He quickly followed him, wondering what he could possibly do to fix something that well, wasn't broken.
Felix made his way back to the cafeteria, anger and hurt burning his eyes. He spotted just who he was looking for and walked over, which seemed to make the whole room turn to face him. If he noticed this, Felix didn't care.
"Marc." He said simply, causing the boy to look up from his notebook.
Marc smiled shyly, glancing at Nathaniel and Max as if they would tell him what was going on. "Hey, Felix." He said quietly, flipping his pencil around in his fingers.
"Can I ask where you got that sweater?"
Marc balked, pencil falling to the table. "Adrien said you left it for me"
"I most certainly did not. It was left on accident at my cousin's house last night."
Max and Nathaniel eyed each other, and then looked at Marc and Felix not quite sure where this was going.
"Oh. . . Do you want it back?" Marc asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Felix shook his head, keeping his expression blank. He took a few steps forward, pulling Marc up from his seat.
Felix said nothing, he just pulled the boy in for a tight hug. A smile worked its way onto his lips as he pulled back. He leaned forward, stopping inches from Marc's face. "Is this okay?"
No words came from the boy he was holding, Marc just pressed his lips to Felix's, his arms wrapping around the blonde's neck.
Felix snaked his arms around Marc's waist, sighing happily into the kiss.
Adrien grinned when he saw what happened, nodding to himself. Unfortunately though, the moment was ruined by none other than Alya, who had gotten a picture of the couple.
"I KNEW IT!" the girl yelled, causing Felix to break away from the sweet kiss, with a glare that could kill.
"Cesaire!" He let go of Marc and hurriedly chased after Alya, leaving Marc in a very happy state, laughing as his boyfriend chased the girl through the cafeteria.