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Two 30 year old bisexual men. What more could you ask for?
Chapter 248 doodles! This chapter was a complete mess. A wonderful mess, though. I’ve had a bunch of questions after reading.
My Felix design!!! Felix was the hardest character for me to draw for some reason so I tried to make him look more like his cartoon design. I think it looks much better than how I drew him before. Much better.
I drew this like a month ago. It’s papa Felix and baby bendy. I might doodle them some more (including Boris) since I think this (au?) is very cute and the pain of waiting for Felix to adopt them in the fic is too much. Also this was just perspective practice so it might look a little weird.
preview for what I’m working on... poor Felix...
FELIX WHAT HAPPENED TO U?!?!?!?
HELPHELPHELP HELPHELP HELP HELPHELP HELPHELPHELP HELP
WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP
It's the new year, meaning it's the end of the holidays, meaning it's back to work for our gang! They get into some pointless banter like this in between their work, so it's nothing out of the ordinary -D-)
Semi introduction to my "Mouse House AU", where the guys work at Mickey's latest startup in Toon Town (def not affiliated with anything else he's done in the past, no sir!) Many shenanigans take place.
Purely based on this, I loved it so much I decided to make it a comic figuring it fit with the crew.
felix the cat turns 100 year old today
This is me, when I going to redo all my social medias.
Unseen Barriers
Felix x reader!! felix x fem reader!! skz yongbok x reader!! word count: 5.5k
a stray kids fic wherein You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.
(or a forbidden love between you and felix)
an: i know i promised for part 2 of some of my works. but then i posted another fic again, i just cant help it as i read it in my drafts. please i love this soo damn much. so please love this also as much as i love it.)
It was Valentine’s Day, and Felix sighed as he stared at his locker overflowing with flowers, letters, and chocolates. He knelt down to pick up the ones that had fallen, his expression void of any excitement. It wasn’t that he was boastful about receiving so many presents—far from it. The weight of unreciprocated affection made him sigh again, knowing that he couldn’t return the feelings that so many people had for him.
As he organized his things, a girl shyly approached, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear when Felix’s indifferent gaze fell on her.
“Uh, Felix…” she began, her voice wavering, “I accidentally bought two tickets for the movie tonight, and I don’t have anyone to give the extra to. Do you want to come with me?”
“That’s nice of you, but I’m sorry. I have something to do tonight.” His tone was polite but detached, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.
“Oh… okay.” The disappointment in her voice was unmistakable. “But, um, could you at least take this cookie? I baked it with love.”
Felix’s eyes flicked to the cookie, then back to her. “You should share it with your friends,” he replied flatly, his gaze briefly shifting to the group of girls peeking from behind a nearby wall. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving the girl to stand there, clutching her cookie with a crestfallen expression.
Felix didn’t like taking advantage of those who liked him. It was better to let them down early than to let their hopes build up, even if it meant being distant. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he headed back to his classroom, his mind already shifting to the next task when a sudden shout echoed down the hallway.
“Oh my god, she’s here!”
Felix glanced up briefly, noticing the shift in the hallway’s atmosphere as all eyes turned to you. He merely shrugged, relieved that, for once, the attention was no longer on him. He slipped away quietly, grateful for the distraction.
Back in the classroom, Felix focused on writing down everything the professor said, his concentration broken only when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, noting the sender's name—“Little Boss”—and dismissed it, returning to his notes. But when the phone buzzed again with another message, he reluctantly read it:
Come to the garden. I have something to give you. -
He ignored it, but when his phone rang for the third time, Felix sighed, realizing it wouldn’t stop until he responded. He excused himself from the classroom, and the professor nodded without hesitation. Felix was known as a diligent student, a model for others, so his rare requests to leave class were never questioned.
“What do you want?” Felix’s voice was colder than the crisp air of the garden as he found you admiring the roses.
“You’re late,” you noted, turning to face him with a gentle smile.
“Because I knew this wasn’t important.” His words were like ice, cutting through the warmth of your gesture.
Your smile faltered, but you quickly pushed the hurt aside, stepping closer to him. You thrust a paper bag into his hands, forcing him to take it.
“This is expensive,” Felix remarked, his tone more of an accusation than gratitude.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t steal money from my dad again. I worked hard to buy it, so just take it.”
Felix sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He knew arguing with you was pointless. You were stubborn, and no matter what he said, you’d do things your way.
“You should go back to class,” he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He turned to leave, eager to put this interaction behind him, but you stopped him with a soft, “Wait.”
He paused, but the impatience was clear in his eyes as he turned back to you.
Gently, you plucked a rose from the bush, you were the one who planted it there, and slipped it into the pocket of his uniform jacket, your fingers brushing against the fabric. “Now you can go,” you said with a small smile, as if the gesture could melt the wall he had built between you.
Felix’s expression remained unreadable as he walked back to his locker, the paper bag hanging loosely from his hand. He opened the locker and stared at the box someone had placed near it—a gift from a janitor who had grown tired of cleaning up the endless cascade of letters and chocolates.
Felix opened the paper bag you gave. Inside was an expensive pair of shoes, the exact ones he had been eyeing but couldn’t afford. His chest tightened with a mix of emotions he didn’t want to acknowledge. This was too much. He couldn’t accept something like this, not from you.
He quickly gathered the rest of the gifts from his locker, piling them into the box. But when he glanced at the paper bag and the rose you had given him, Felix hesitated. He placed the items carefully inside his locker, closing the door with a soft click.
-
It was time to head home. Felix slung his bag over his left shoulder, letting it hang casually as he walked towards the school gate with both hands buried deep in his pockets. He paused near the entrance, his eyes following you as you got into a car. Once you were out of sight, he continued his walk to the bus stop, the familiar route offering little solace.
As he waited for the bus, he found himself absentmindedly staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The bus arrived, and Felix took his usual seat near the window, watching the city blur by as he made his way to your address.
Arriving at your family’s mansion, Felix smiled at the guard stationed at the entrance, offering a polite greeting before stepping inside the expansive grounds. The pathway to the mansion was lined with lush greenery, the carefully tended plants and flowers giving the place an almost paradisiacal feel. He nodded in acknowledgment to the gardener trimming the trees and his wife sweeping up the fallen leaves, their warm smiles a welcome and Felix smiled like a sunshine he was.
The mansion loomed in the distance, its grandeur almost oppressive. Despite its size, it felt empty to Felix—a hollow shell filled with wealth but devoid of warmth.
Felix didn’t head toward the main house, though. Instead, he walked to the smaller house near the garden, where he and his mother lived. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the comforting scent of home.
"My son is here," his mother said with a bright smile, wrapping him in a tight hug. Felix held her close, his heart swelling with the comfort of being home. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers hidden under table near them, carefully arranged with blooms he had picked from the garden the day before.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
His mother’s eyes welled up with tears as she accepted the bouquet, her voice thick with emotion. “Aw, thank you, my son. I love you so much.”
Felix felt a warmth spread through him as he hugged her again, this time even tighter. He knew how much his mother had sacrificed, and he was determined to give her the world one day.
His mother had been working as a cleaner for your family since Felix was seven, a job she had taken after his father’s business went bankrupt. When his father ran from their responsibilities, leaving them in financial ruin, Felix’s mother sold everything they owned to pay off the debts. The job with your family had been a lifeline, allowing them to survive.
Felix had grown up in your mansion, helping out where he could, especially in the kitchen, where his knack for cooking quickly became apparent. It was during those moments in the kitchen that you first noticed him. He was just a boy back then, but something about his quiet determination and gentle kindness drew you in.
At first, you and Felix became close because you were the same age and both felt lonely in the huge, empty mansion. The house, no matter how grand, felt cold and quiet when your parents were away on business trips, which happened a lot. Felix, who worked at the mansion and lived in a small house on the property with his mother, was a comforting presence. He kept you company, told you stories, and filled the silence with laughter. You spent hours together, finding comfort in each other's company.
But when your mother found out about your friendship with Felix, she was furious. She had always been strict and powerful, and her anger seemed to grow even worse. One evening, she barged into your room, her face full of rage.
“How dare you?” she yelled. “How dare you spend time with someone like him?”
Felix, who had always been kind and respectful, suddenly became the target of her wrath. She saw him as a threat to her carefully managed image and status. To her, Felix was just a poor worker who didn’t belong in her world.
“You will never see him again,” she said, her voice cold. “If you keep this up, I’ll have him kicked out of school and make sure he pays for it.”
Her threats were harsh. She made it clear that if Felix stayed in your life, she would use her influence to ruin him. She promised to take away his scholarship, get him removed from the mansion, and make sure his family suffered. Her power was strong, and the fear she created was real.
Felix, struggling to make ends meet, knew how serious the situation was. He realized that being friends with someone like you, someone from a different world, was too risky. The gap between your lives was too big, and the consequences of defying your mother were too severe. He understood that her threats were real and could destroy not only his future but also his family’s well-being.
Felix saw that you had feelings for him, and even though you were willing to risk everything, he knew it was a fight he couldn’t win. Despite your determination to stand up for him, Felix knew he had to protect you from the fallout. He tried to explain that your worlds were too different and that staying friends was not possible. His words were harsh, and he acted cold, but it was all to keep you from getting hurt.
You didn’t want to listen to his warnings. You were determined to fight for him, believing that love could overcome anything. But Felix, knowing the real dangers and the threats hanging over both of you, stayed firm. He pushed you away to keep you safe, even if it meant hurting you.
The mansion, once warm with your friendship, became a place of silence and sadness. Felix’s absence left a big gap, a constant reminder of how love alone couldn’t overcome the differences between your worlds. The friendship you had was broken by the harsh realities of power and social class, leaving you with the painful lesson that sometimes, beautiful things are destroyed by forces beyond your control. You were both only ten years old at the time.
Now, seven years later, you stood at your bedroom window, watching Felix as he trimmed the plants in your garden. He was still the same Felix—kind-hearted and hardworking—but there was a distance between you now, a coldness that hadn’t been there before. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.
Felix sensed your presence but didn’t look up. He focused on his work, pretending not to notice you watching him.
“Felix!” you finally called out after watching him in silence for nearly twenty minutes.
He lifted his head and met your gaze, his expression unreadable.
You waved at him, trying to break the ice. “Can I come down there?”
Felix shook his head without hesitation, his face remaining neutral.
Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but you managed to muster a small smile. “Okay… maybe next time,” you said softly, almost to yourself.
In the past, you might have ignored his refusal and come down anyway, defying the unspoken barriers between you. But today, something held you back. Perhaps it was the realization that no matter how much you loved him, Felix wasn’t going to reciprocate those feelings. Not now, not ever.
-
"Happy birthday to you!"
The cheerful voices of the workers in your mansion filled the room, their smiles bright as they sang the birthday song for Felix. The cook proudly held up the cake he had baked, and Felix's mother carefully lit the candles, her face glowing with love and pride.
Felix had just arrived home from school, tired but content, when he flicked on the light and was greeted with the surprise. His eyes widened in shock, a smile breaking out across his face as he took in the sight of everyone gathered just for him. The warmth of their affection wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.
After they finished singing, Felix went around hugging everyone, gratitude bubbling up inside him. These people had become his family, and he cherished each one of them.
"Now, make a wish," someone called out playfully.
Felix, though not one to believe in wishes, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. He made a silent prayer, then blew out the candles in one smooth breath.
"What did you wish for?" his mother asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Mom, if I tell you, it won’t come true," Felix chuckled, pulling her into a tight hug.
Dinner was a simple affair, but the laughter and camaraderie around the table made it feel like a feast fit for royalty. The night was filled with stories, jokes, and the clinking of glasses as they celebrated not just Felix's birthday, but the bond they all shared.
As the night wore on, the celebration wound down, and Felix found himself outside, gazing up at the stars. The sky was clear, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket. His mother had already gone to bed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the peaceful sounds of the night.
Felix closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the tranquility wash over him. Life was beautiful in its own way, but his dreams were bigger than this small world he lived in. He longed for more, to reach heights that seemed distant but not impossible.
His gaze drifted to the window of your room, noticing that the lights were off. He glanced at his phone; there were just ten minutes left of his birthday. A small pang of disappointment tugged at his heart.
Why hadn’t you greeted him?
He looked at your window again, feeling a twinge of regret. "Maybe I was too hard on her," he mumbled to himself, a sigh escaping his lips. Just as he was about to turn away and head to bed, a soft glow illuminated your window. His heart skipped a beat as you opened it, and your eyes met his across the distance.
You smiled at him, a gentle, sincere smile that made Felix’s chest tighten with an unfamiliar emotion. He couldn’t help but smile back, the corners of his mouth lifting as if on their own accord.
You pulled out your phone, and a moment later, Felix's phone rang. He answered it, holding it to his ear as he continued to watch you.
"Happy birthday," you said softly, your voice carrying a warmth that reached him even through the distance.
Felix didn’t respond right away, just listening to the sound of your voice, letting it wrap around him like a warm blanket on a cold night.
"I wanted to be special," you continued, your voice tinged with a shy sweetness. "I hope I was the last one to greet you."
Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You both simply looked at each other, words unnecessary in that moment.
"Thank you," Felix finally whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Goodnight," you said after another long pause, your voice as gentle as the night breeze. You smiled at him one last time before ending the call and closing your window.
Felix stood there for a moment, his phone still pressed to his ear even after the call ended. A soft smile played on his lips as he looked up at your now-dark window.
The truth was, he had been waiting for you too.
-
The next day at school, Felix was walking through the hallway when one of the teachers stopped him. “Felix, could you do me a favor?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Ms. Kim is out sick today, and we need someone to supervise the class. Could you assist?”
Felix, always willing to help, nodded. “Of course, I’ll take care of it.”
He made his way to your classroom, his expression neutral as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room went silent as the students noticed him, some whispering to each other in surprise. Felix was well-known around school—an achiever, a leader, someone everyone looked up to.
You, sitting near the window, couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when you saw him. You’d been staring out at the clouds, daydreaming, when his presence snapped you back to reality. Felix walked to the teacher’s desk, setting his bag down, and then addressed the class.
“Ms. Kim isn’t here today, so I’ll be supervising,” he said in his usual calm and composed tone. “She left some seatwork for you to complete. I’ll distribute it now.”
As he handed out the worksheets, Felix moved methodically through the rows, his attention focused on the task. When he reached your desk, you looked up at him, hoping for a moment of eye contact, but he never glanced your way. He simply placed the paper in front of you and continued on.
You sighed softly, feeling a mix of admiration and disappointment. Felix was always like this—distant, almost as if there was an invisible wall between the two of you that you couldn’t break through. As the rest of the class began working on the assignment, you stared at the paper in front of you, your mind suddenly blank. The questions seemed more difficult than you expected, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you hadn’t studied enough.
Felix had settled at the teacher’s desk, a book in hand, his attention seemingly absorbed in its pages. You felt nervous, knowing he was just a few feet away. His presence, while usually comforting, now only added to your anxiety.
You began to scratch your head, frowning as you tried to make sense of the first question. Your seatmate, Seungmin, noticed your struggle and leaned over slightly. “Need some help?” he whispered, a friendly smile on his face.
You looked at him, relief washing over you, and were about to nod when Felix’s voice cut through the room.
“Everyone,” Felix announced without looking up from his book, “no talking during the seatwork. And no sharing answers.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.
You froze, your heart pounding. Seungmin quickly turned back to his own paper, and you were left to face the assignment on your own. The nerves made it even harder to focus, and you found yourself barely able to complete more than half of the questions.
When the time came to pass in the papers, your classmates rushed to the front, eager to hand theirs directly to Felix. The girls, in particular, took the opportunity to chat with him, their voices laced with admiration and interest. You watched from your seat, feeling a pang of envy but also a sense of reluctance. You didn’t want to hand in your half-completed work, knowing it would only disappoint him.
As the last few students left the classroom, you remained seated, nervously tapping your pencil against the desk. Felix was now alone at the teacher’s desk, organizing the papers with his usual efficiency. Finally, mustering up the courage, you stood and walked over to him, clutching your paper tightly in your hands.
“Felix…,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. He looked up from the papers, his expression unreadable. “Is it okay if I… maybe, pass this as an assignment? I… I ran out of time.”
He glanced at the paper you were holding, then back at you. There was a long pause, and for a moment, you thought he might agree. But then he shook his head. “No. You need to submit it now.”
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze, even though his tone was still calm, almost indifferent. Reluctantly, you handed over your paper, unable to meet his eyes. Felix took it without a word, his expression unchanging as he glanced over your answers. He didn’t say anything—no criticism, no encouragement. Just silence.
You bowed your head, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you waited for him to say something, anything. But Felix simply added your paper to the pile and looked back up at you. “Goodbye,” he said, his tone as cool as ever, before turning away and leaving the classroom with the stack of papers in his hands.
You stood there for a moment, feeling ashamed and a bit defeated. You knew you hadn’t done well, and the thought of Felix seeing your poor performance made you feel even worse. With a heavy sigh, you returned to your seat, packing up your things slowly, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment.
What you didn’t know was that after leaving the classroom, Felix found a quiet spot in the school office. As he flipped through the stack of papers, he came across yours. Without hesitation, he pulled out a pen and began filling in the answers you hadn’t been able to complete, his expression softening slightly. He made sure the work was correct before carefully placing your paper in the middle of the stack, ensuring it wouldn’t stand out.
-
"Congratulations, Felix! You've been accepted to your dream university with a full scholarship! Your dreams are finally coming true!"
The principal’s voice rang out, followed by a wave of applause from the entire faculty gathered in the office. Felix stood there, slightly overwhelmed, as everyone around him clapped and congratulated him.
The smiles on their faces weren’t just for show; they were genuinely proud of him. They had seen firsthand what Felix had gone through at such a young age, how he had fought hard against the odds, and how he had slowly but surely been achieving his dreams. Seeing him take this monumental step forward was a moment of pride for everyone who had supported him along the way.
Felix felt a warm flush of happiness spread through him. He took a moment to thank each teacher, each mentor, each person who had been a part of his journey. Their words of encouragement and pride felt like a soothing balm to the years of hard work and struggle he had endured. This acceptance into his dream university was more than just a milestone; it was the culmination of every sacrifice, every late-night study session, and every ounce of determination he had poured into his education.
When he finally got home, Felix couldn’t contain his excitement. He rushed inside, barely pausing to kick off his shoes, and found his mother in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.
“Mom!” Felix called out, his voice bubbling with joy. “I got in! They accepted me with a full scholarship!”
His mother turned to him, and the pride in her eyes made Felix’s heart swell even more. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed forward to embrace him. They held each other tightly, the joy and relief washing over them in waves.
“I’m so proud of you, Felix,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Tears slipped down Felix’s cheeks too, and he didn’t bother wiping them away.
"Mom, we’re almost there," he murmured into her shoulder. "I’ll become a doctor, and then we can finally live happily. I’ll buy you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
His mother pulled back slightly to look at him, her smile radiant through her tears. “I don’t need anything, my son. You’re all I’ve ever need. I’m so happy for you, and I’m so proud of you.”
She kissed his cheek, her lips soft and warm against his skin. Then, with a tenderness that made Felix’s chest ache, she said, “You’ll be living far away now. So you must take care of yourself, alright? Promise me that.”
Felix nodded, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. He wrapped his arms around his mother again, holding her as if he could imprint this moment into his memory forever. The happiness he felt was indescribable, a mixture of relief, accomplishment, and love.
But as he held his mother, another thought crept into his mind, unbidden and persistent.
How about you?
The question lingered in the back of his mind, casting a small shadow over his joy. Felix pushed the thought away, not wanting to dampen this moment, but it stayed with him, a quiet reminder of something unresolved.
-
Days had passed, and now it was your 18th birthday—a milestone you had been looking forward to, with a grand celebration planned in the garden. From early in the morning, the entire estate buzzed with activity. Workers moved with purpose, setting up decorations, arranging tables, and ensuring that everything was perfect. Despite your parents hiring the most famous event organizer and the best chefs, Felix was among those helping to prepare. He worked tirelessly, assisting wherever he was needed, and when the night came, he was assigned to be a server at the event.
As the evening descended, the party commenced. The garden was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Felix moved through the crowd, his expression focused as he carried trays and attended to guests. But amidst the elegant decorations and the mingling of your guests, you were nowhere to be seen. Everyone waited in anticipation for your entrance.
Then, the host's voice boomed over the speakers, announcing your arrival.
Every spotlight in the garden shifted, illuminating the grand doors that led from the house. And there you were, stepping into the light like a vision.
Felix froze in place, his breath catching as his eyes locked onto you.
You were a vision in your debut gown, an opulent violet off-the-shoulder ball gown that shimmered under the lights. The voluminous skirt cascaded like a waterfall, reminiscent of the one Belle wore, but yours was a deep, rich violet—a color that only served to enhance your beauty. You looked like a princess, ethereal and untouchable.
As you walked down the carpet, Felix couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were on one end, and he stood at the other, watching as you approached. When your gaze met his, you smiled— a smile so radiant it made Felix’s heart stumble in his chest.
For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. The noise of the party, the clinking of glasses, and the murmurs of conversation all faded away. It was just you and him, two souls drawn together in a moment of pure, unspoken connection. Felix, who had never believed in fantasies or romances, found himself ensnared by the magic of this moment. You were walking towards him, and he stood there, lost in you, until you passed by him, breaking the spell.
Felix blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts as you climbed up onto the platform, where the crowd erupted into applause. He realized he had been standing there, staring, completely forgetting his duties.
“Uh, my champagne, please,” a voice beside him interrupted.
Felix snapped back to reality, scolding himself for losing focus. The rest of the evening, he kept his head down, avoiding looking at you, determined to do his job without further distraction.
As the night wore on, the party slowly drew to a close. It had been the best birthday you could have asked for, filled with laughter, music, and joy. But as you bathed and changed into more comfortable clothes, a feeling of incompleteness settled in your heart. The party had been perfect, but something was missing.
You stood by your window, gazing out at the now-quiet garden. The clock showed it was almost midnight. Felix had wished you a happy birthday earlier, but it had been through a simple text, and somehow, that didn’t feel special enough.
Quietly, you left your room, careful not to wake your parents, and slipped out of the house. The garden, which had been full of life earlier, was now still, the remnants of the celebration tidily cleared away. You made your way through the bushes until you stood before the small house you often visited.
Lifting your hand to knock on the door, you were suddenly pulled back. Startled, you turned to see Felix standing there, his grip firm but gentle on your arm.
Without a word, he led you away from the house. You followed him, trusting him implicitly, until you both reached the fountain. The sound of the water bubbling softly in the night added to the sense of intimacy that surrounded you both.
Felix stopped and turned to face you. Even after a long day of hard work, he looked as handsome as ever, and your heart ached with the depth of your feelings for him. You held his gaze, waiting, hoping, not daring to look away for fear that he might disappear again, as he often did.
He sighed, his breath mingling with the cool night air, and reached into his pocket. Your eyes followed his movements as he pulled out a small velvety box. Extending it toward you, he met your gaze once more.
"Happy birthday," he said, his voice low and steady.
You looked up at him, your heart fluttering. You had heard those words countless times today, but coming from him, they felt different—more special, more meaningful.
He opened the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a rose pendant nestled inside. The simplicity and beauty of it took your breath away.
"It’s not as expensive as what you’re used to, but I hope—"
"It’s beautiful!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine delight. It was the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen.
Felix smiled, a small but sincere curve of his lips that made your heart race.
"Can you put it on me?" you asked, your voice soft with anticipation.
Felix hesitated, his eyes widening slightly before he nodded. You gathered your hair in your hands, lifting it to expose your neck, and Felix stepped closer. The proximity made your heart pound in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath near your ear as he carefully fastened the necklace around your neck. Every second stretched, and you found yourself wishing you could stay like this, wrapped in his presence.
But all too soon, Felix stepped back, breaking the spell once more. You almost shivered from the loss of his warmth, but his words brought comfort.
“It’s beautiful on you,” he said, his voice soft as he admired the necklace resting against your skin.
You held the pendant between your fingers, feeling the warmth of his sincerity. “Thank you so much, Felix,” you said, your voice full of emotion. “You made my day complete.”
In that moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings, you stepped closer to him and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it held all the emotions you had been carrying for so long. It felt magical, a perfect expression of the love you had kept hidden in your heart.
A lone tear escaped your eye as you pulled away, the realization of how deeply you loved him settling in. It was a love that hurt, a love that felt too big to contain.
But as you started to turn away, Felix caught your wrist, pulling you back to him. Before you could react, he kissed you.
It was different this time. His lips moved against yours with a steadiness that took your breath away. When you finally registered what was happening, you wrapped your arms around his neck, responding with all the love you had stored in your heart.
Felix had always been a part of your world, a constant presence in the background of your life. But now, standing here with him, you realized that love wasn’t always easy. Loving him had been hard, full of obstacles and unspoken words, but for Felix, this moment was a revelation.
He realized he had been too much of a coward, hiding behind his own fears and uncertainties. But as he kissed you, he knew that hiding was no longer an option. This was the moment where everything became clear.
As you both held onto each other in the quiet of the night, you understood that love was worth the risk.
I'm not pround of this art (it end up ugly) but anyway I'm in love with this "comic" The Quest For The Ink Machine from @thebbros and since she got a brake from it I just couldn't hold myself and started drawing what I think that could happen on the comic :"3 So if you don't get what is going on or how they end up like that go check out her blog It's freaking amazing and there's many beautful drawings (P.S: sorry for the bad quality of the drawing but hope you like it)
YES!!!
I have been waiting the whole day to post this. I don't know you, but in my country is already 2024, so... Ummm... Happy new year!?
THE MOUSE IS FINALLY FREE (well.. Not exactly but...)
NOOO FELIX 😭
Do you remember the Felix figure I made?
Well...He is headless now... (I'll fix him don't worry)
The Mockingbird of Paris
𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕆𝕟𝕖
Summary: 𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝: 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
Chapter 0 - Prologue
𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
A 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 is defined as someone who has the compulsive urge to lie about matters big and small, regardless of the situation. Leila(Lila) Vittoria Rossi is one of these people.
For as long as she remembered Leila has targeted her the most. Only for the soul reason was because she called out her inconsistency in the false stories she told. Including all of the diseases/illnesses she supposedly has.
It irked her to see her peers—𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦—taking the side of someone they’ve only known for a few days, when they’ve known her for years. To her, it doesn’t make any sense. One 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 google search could’ve proven that all of her claims were not valid.
However, her coevals demonstrated that they could be more moronic than she head imagined. Instead of checking for facts—𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 *𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘮* 𝘈𝘭𝘺𝘢 *𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘮*—they chose to believe someone off of plain assumptions.
For someone who’s doing journalism as their career, they should know that rule number one is to always search for the truth. No matter what. Unless you want to be a 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘥, then go right ahead! Yet, Alya doing this just proves that she’s a bad journalist.
Regardless of that, she still at least have one friend—𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥—that she can count on when times are tough. She’s getting tired though. Tired, anxious, and stressed. Especially since she has her duties as one of the guardians of Paris.
It gets too much sometimes. So much so that she can’t take it anymore. After two more years of this constant trend she decided it was time to ask her parents about transferring to another school.
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𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎
The gentle patter of water hitting against the window helped calm her nervousness by just a tad. The trickled water cascaded down at an accelerating rate. The rain always brought flashes of memories. Both the food and the bad. It just depended on her mood. Today, was like most days ever since Leila came.
Her closet nowadays referenced to that. Currently she’s wearing a pink fluffy down-string hoodless hoodie with one pocket attached/across her stomach area. Her pants were light grey leggings, while her socks—𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦—are white and elongated to the middle of her calves. Her navy black hair was loosely tied in a low half up ponytail. Her bluebell eyes shun with no emotion as she focused on the soft humming of the melody buzzing in her ears. The porcelain skin she bore turned a blush red around her cheeks and eye bags. It was a reminisce of her trying not to breakdown earlier. In her pocket was Tikki who put a comforting hand(?) on her, attempting to ease her worries.
She waited for her parents to get home from the grocery store so that she can have a conversation with them. She was impatient really. She at least found a lycèe that’s close by.
Roseheart Academy, a school for the arts and prestigious individuals. It’s a lycèe for the gifted, the strive to hone the student’s ability to the best of their potential. Another reason why she chose this lycèe was because of its strict no bullying policy. After her wrongful expelling at François Dupont she thought it wise to look at that for her reseauon different lycèes. Or at least make it her primary, and all the other offerings secondary. This lycèe seemed to reinforce it profusely and promptly. She’s grateful for that.
A soft jingle of a bell startled her out of her chaotic thoughts. It was the bell to their patisserie door. It was amazing how a measly sound could cancel the control of the stupor you were put in.
“Maman? Papa? Can I speak to you?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. “Sure thing Marinette. Let us put our groceries away first.” her Maman responded while she headed toward their food storage. “Alright, may I help?” she asked, taking the bags from her papa’s forearms. She figured she’d offer a hand as it would get done faster. “Of course sweetie. We’d be happy to have your help.” her papa said with a gleeful smile.
It took about 15 minutes to put them all away, and in that 15 minutes she was contemplating on how she can start this talk with her parents. So far she was in between being nonchalant about it, or being a rambling mess like she usually is. She took a deep breath in before saying, “Maman, papa, I’ve decided that I want to transfer schools.” They looked at her in uncertain worry. “Are you sure Marinette?” her maman questioned her. “Yes, I’ve already picked out a lycèe. It’s called Roseheart Acade—Roseheart Academy?! But what about the cost?” her papa interrupted her. “I was planning on getting a scholarship.” she responded, easing her parents worry.
Maman and papa glanced at each other before looking back at her. “Do you have a back up if you don’t get the scholarship?” She nodded her head up and down as her form of saying yes. “Alright honey, we understand.” her maman said.
In the end, she was glad of being rid of Leila and her flock of sheep. No matter if this allows her(Leila) to win unconditionally.
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