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Felix thinks his hair has become too long so he decides to cut it just a little bit, but things go wrong and he cuts it too short, really really short. I want his reaction, Rime's reaction (he is back with the group idc we changed him lol) and mc's👀 Maybe at the end mc fixes his hairstyle (felix with an undercut >>>)

— felix accidentally cutting his hair too short

i dont think/know if felix could pull off jay's undercut from windbreaker but i just want to say i haven't even read windbreaker and i would risk it all for him. if jay asked me to play in traffic i'd do it just for a chance with him

tfw you cut a little too short and you say you'll fix it by cutting everything else and it just keeps getting worse

felix stares at himself and tries to plan how he's going to hide this from everyone, especially mc and rime, not realizing mc had already walked in looking for him

"felix, are you in—oh." "mc! wh-what are you doing here i—please stop looking at me like that"

y'know that look on your face when you're trying not to smile or laugh and failing miserably. "trying out a new look?" "spare me."

when mc tries to reassure him that it isn't that bad, whether they're being honest or not, felix just keeps pouting and covers his face with his hands

"i look the same as i did years ago. dreadful."

the fact that this is literally what every man does on purpose. i couldn't even help him here like

"does it look as terrible as i think?" "you definitely...did something guys from earth would do?" "well, that tone of voice isn't exactly comforting."

mc telling him they think he's cute and pretty either way and felix hiding even more because now he's flustered

he refuses to come out of his room.

extremely quick to panic because he knows he's going to get relentlessly bullied for this. the only person who's seen him is mc and he makes them promise not to snitch </3

but without knowing what, exactly, he's done,, anisa makes mc drag him out because he really can't miss this group meeting

there seems to be a new permanent pout/scowl on felix's face

and i think rime is very witty. i think he can think of multiple ways to joke about this scenario. but the first time he sees felix,, completely unexpected ??

rime just starts laughing. straight up cackling. "i didn't think you missed being a teenager this much"

he isn't in here but rime :handshake: sage > making fun of felix

"on the bright side, you look younger. maybe by 10 years but i'm sure that was the goal?"

it's okay guys i can see rime wringing the fun out of it before teasing him and saying he doesn't look horrible. something something i'm sure our beloved mc will adore you either way

Someone Get Felix Out Of There 😔

he looks down a lot and if you watch you can spot him reaching for hair longer than what he has, feeling the shortness and noticing how awkward it is

going back to his room, faceplanting into the bed, and groaning, "do you think i could wear a hat of some sort for the next few months, or maybe find a spell to make hair grow faster? surely there's something to make me invisible at will."

when mc realizes that felix is genuinely upset about it they offer to help try to fix it

"i really can't handle the thought of this getting any worse" "you can trust me, i promise" he sighs but sits in front of the mirror anyway

tangent i would have offered to cut my own hair to make him feel better but that's just me

i think it would be fun if felix had a sensitive neck. y'know when the hair falls on your neck and you brush it away. sorry. moving on

every cutting noise in his ears makes him tense up until he's accepted whatever his fate is. something something the 5 stages of grief

are we rocking with felix with an undercut?! i need someone to draw this

he definitely. isn't used to it. but he's still very grateful that mc was able to help. probably stares at the mirror for a solid 10 seconds in silence before mc gets antsy and says "i know it isn't great but it'll grow out eventually. i'm sorry if you don't love it...i guess it's pretty different from what you had before, huh?" and he gets panicky again before reassuring and thanking them

he could probably kiss them rn to be honest (he kisses them rn.)

#🛒nia.reqs #last legacy #last legacy headcanons #last legacy felix #fictif felix #fictif #felix escellun #felix iskandar escellun #if felix cuts his hair #so help me god #i will rain hellfire on this earth

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epiclilkitty-blog · 6 years

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Oh, Shit. You’re A Guy

“Move over, Chat,” Marinette Dupain-Cheng said, shoving at the leather-clad boy who was currently hogging her bed. It was Saturday night and, as had become their ritual in the last few months, Chat Noir had dropped in to visit the pigtailed girl. It started after the tomcat had ‘rescued’ her from an Akuma attack. The Akuma in question hadn’t been mad at Marinette perse… it was more of a wrong place, wrong time sort of thing. Anyway, right before she’d been turned into a mindless zombie, Chat had dropped from the sky (literally) twirling his baton in one hand to deflect any attacks thrown their way while the other arm had swept around her waist. Pulling her close, he had whisked her away with that baton of hers and deposited her safely upon the rooftop of the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. She had assumed that was the end of it. He had gone off to continue fighting, she had transformed into Ladybug and joined the fray, and when all was said and done and the Akuma had been purified, they had gone their separate ways. Chat had gone off to wherever he lived when he wasn’t Chat Noir and Ladybug had returned to her rooftop terrace and de-transformed.

That should have been the end of it, realistically speaking. After all, Chat Noir saved numerous civilians on a daily basis. As far as she was aware, he didn’t visit them afterward so why should she expect him to visit her. And yet, he had. The night he had rescued her from the Akuma, as she had lingered on her balcony enjoying the warmth of a summer’s breeze and the scent of baked goods rising from the bakery below, Chat had come to her. He had been all confidence and suave one-liners but beneath the playful facade, Marinette had seen genuine worry in his eyes. She wasn’t sure why, and she wasn’t sure how, but Chat did care for her. Not just as Ladybug, but as ordinary Marinette. In all honesty, when Chat had first begun to visit her, she had believed he had somehow discovered her secret identity but no… there were no ulterior motives here. In the beginning, he mostly dropped by after his patrols. During those times, he had always been upbeat and charming. A few weeks into their almost nightly visits, Chat dropped in and by this time she was eager to invite him into her room. He had been a constant in her life and she enjoyed his company.

Chat wasn’t his normal, happy self however and spent most of their time together brooding on her chaise as she tried to coax him to talk. Eventually, she gathered that he had had a fight with his father and had simply wanted to be around someone who didn’t place a million expectations on his shoulders. It was sweet, in a way, that he had thought of her but mostly, her heart had ached for him. Chat had looked so sad and lost. After that, Marinette had insisted he come by whenever he was feeling even the slightest bit down, and for the most part, he took her up on her offer. Most nights, Chat just lounged around the room watching her work on some project or another, or occasionally helping with her homework. Other times they would build pillow forts and have Disney of Ghibli Movie Marathons. Then there were times like these when the pair wanted nothing more than to laze around the room and take a nap.

Chat Noir had arrived almost two hours ago and almost immediately took over her bed while Marinette had struggled to finish a school project that was due in the morning. In all honesty, she had wanted nothing more than to join him. They had battled a particularly difficult Akuma earlier in the day and she was bone tired. If she didn’t finish her portion of the project, however, her best friend Alya would have her head on a platter and personally, Mari thought Alya was far scarier than any Akuma she had ever faced up against. Now, the project finished, the girl climbed up into the loft fully intending to faceplant into her pillow… only to find Paris’ beloved Superhero stretched diagonally from one corner of the bed to the next.

“Move over, Chat,” she said, giving his shoulder a shove. The boy grumbled, brow furrowing in protest, but didn’t open his eyes. He also didn’t move and with an annoyed huff, she gave him another, harder shove. “Come on, Chat. I want to lay down too,” she whined plaintively, and after a moment one green eye cracked open to blink groggily up at her. With a soft grumble, he straightened out but instead of moving to the far end of the bed, he wound up laying somewhat in the middle of the bed. He was slightly off center, so there was much more room near the wall, and with a sigh, Marinette moved to climb over the superhero. What she didn’t account for, however, was the fact that a sleepy Chat was also, apparently, a very cuddly Chat and she was halfway over him when his arms snaked around her waist. Marinette gave a muffled squeak as she was suddenly pulled down on top of a hard leather chest and in one deft movement, Chat rolled them over until he was laying half on top of her.

Although heavier than her, without his full weight resting on top of her the position was actually rather comfortable. Chat was almost like a weighted blanket, and with a contented sigh, she turned into him, burying her face into the smooth leather that covered his chest. The pair lay like that, bodies pressed flush up against one another, legs tangled, for quite some time. Chat had almost succeeded in falling back asleep when beneath him, the raven-haired girl stirred. Marinette tipped her head up to look at Chat, her nose grazing his chin as she did so.

“Chat?” She asked quietly. There was no answer, so she tried again, this time raising her voice a little. “Hey, Chat?”

“No.” The boy grumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck in protest. Marinette attempted to shift back so that she could once again see his face but gave up when his arms tightened around her, holding her in place.

“Chat, I want to ask you something,” she insisted stubbornly. More grumbling came from the boy, the sounds vibrating against the skin of her neck.

“No, Princess. Go to sleep,” Chat mumbled, resolutely refusing to open his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept them closed Marinette would give up and allow him to sleep. Unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly known for his luckiness. That was kind of Ladybug’s things.

“Please, Kitty? I promise I’ll let you sleep afterward,” the girl pleaded and with a growl, Chat’s eyes popped open to give her his most disgruntled look.

“Fine, but you owe me Chocolate for keeping me from sleep,” he warned, his expression softening softly at her quiet giggles.

“All the chocolate you could want, Chaton,” she promised with a grin.

“Alright, Princess, what do you want to know?” He asked, satisfied.

“Well um… you’re a boy right?” She began awkwardly. Chat Noir released her and sat up abruptly, giving her an incredulous look.

“Was there ever any doubt!?” He squeaked, thoroughly shocked. Marinette blinked and slowly sat up as well, a warm blush crossing her cheeks.

“No, no… I didn’t mean it like that. I know you a guy but… I don’t know. I’ve never thought of you as a “guy” guy before,” she said with a shrug. When Chat gave her a blank look, she hurried to explain herself. “It’s just that we’re such good friends. Like I know you’re a guy but I’ve never really thought of you as one. Like my friend Nino. But that wasn’t my question.”

“Dare I ask what your question is, Princess?” Chat asked ruefully.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” She suddenly blurted out, the heat in her cheeks creeping up towards her hairline. Chat stared, startled, before shifting awkwardly.

“Um… is there a particular reason you asked, Princess?” He asked, glad the mask on his face helped to hide his own rising blush. Marinette dropped her gaze to the comforter, fidgeting with her fingers awkwardly before chancing a peek up at the leather-clad hero.

“Well, it’s just… there’s this guy I really like. I’ve liked him for a long time but I don’t think he even notices I exist and I was just wondering if it was because I’m not pretty,” she explained shyly. Chat Noir stiffened, startled by the sudden flash of rage that encompassed him at the thought of another holding his Princess’ affections. It was silly. He was in love with Ladybug, not Marinette. Marinette was a friend. A really good friend but a friend nonetheless. There was no reason he should be feeling so homicidal towards a boy he probably didn’t even know. “Ch-Chat? Are you okay?” Marinette’s voice drew him out of his semi-murderous thoughts and he flashed her a grin.

“You’re one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever met, Princess. If this boy doesn’t notice you, he must be an idiot,” he promised confidentiality. For a long moment, Marinette was silent. Chat was content to sit there in silence, waiting for her to gather her thoughts. Sleep was no longer at the forefront of his mind.

“You know, I take it back. Your opinion just doesn’t really do it for me,” the girl suddenly said, flopping back so that she lay on the bed one more. She stared up at the ceiling forlornly until Chat leaned over her, irritable green eyes filling her vision.

“What’s wrong with my opinion?” He whined, clearly offended. She shot him an apologetic look. It hadn’t been her intention to hurt his feelings, after all.

“I don’t know, Chat. You’re like my best friend and I guess talking to you is just like talking to my best friend, Alya. I just don’t see you as a guy,” she explained with an apologetic shrug. Chat was glaring at her now.

“Marinette, I am a boy. You do realize that, right?” He asked, voice tight with some unidentifiable emotion.

“Well yes, of course, I do Kitty,” she confirmed, nodding sagely. “But it’s still different.”

“ How is it different, Marinette!?”

“I don’t know… you’re my Kitty. I adore you but I guess I’ve never thought of you in a romantic sense. I honestly see you as more of a girlfriend, Chat. I mean you literally, not two days ago, were gushing about a sparkly pink Princess dress I made for Manon,” she pointed out on a giggle, sitting up so that she faced him once more. Chat scowled at the memory.

“It. was. Adorable. How does that make me less of a boy?”

“Chat it was pink and sparkly and you were carrying on like I’d made it especially for you . I mean, if I didn’t know any better I’d almost think you were- mmfgh!! ” Marinette’s eyes widened in shock as her words were silenced by the press of Chat Noir’s mouth on hers. She wasn’t sure how to react or respond and her hands fluttered helplessly as his lips moved gently over hers. When he pulled away, he smirked looking rather pleased with himself.

“Wh-what was that?” Marinette whispered, staring at the cat-themed superhero in shock. Chat’s smirk widened into a grin.

“I kissed you,” he responded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Marinette’s mouth hung open in disbelief.

“I know that. My question is why !?!” She demanded, hating how her voice seemed to leap up an octave or two on the last word. Chat shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, partially it was to shut you up. I mean seriously Princess, you only seem to have one setting and that’s ‘babble’. And also it was because you were about to say you thought I was gay and I figured I would kill two birds with one stone. Prove I wasn’t gay and stop your babbling,” he explained with a shrug. Marinette’s mouth opened and closed as she floundered for something to say.

“You… Y-you… You IDIOT . I said ‘if I didn’t know better’. The point being that I know you’re not gay. And who the hell gives you the right to just go around kissing people like that!?” She accused, cheeks flaming red. Chat leaned closer with a mischievous smile.

“Aw come on, Princess. Admit it. You liked my kiss,” he said with a lascivious wink. Marinette swallowed hard and turned her face away, because the truth of the matter is, she did like his kiss. More than she was willing to admit.

“That’s beside the point, I- SHIT no, that’s not what I meant!” Marinette cursed, raking her hand roughly through her hair. “Wipe that smug grin off your face, Chat. I didn’t mean it like that,” she scoffed, scooting backward to put some distance between them. Chat was having none of that though and without warning, he lunged. Marinette shrieked as the superhero grabbed her by the hips and yanked her closer to him. The momentum caused her to fall backward so that she once again found herself on her back, staring up as Chat as he rolled on top of her, effectively pinning her beneath his weight. Marinette wiggled in protest, cheeks flaming, and glared up at her friend.

“Chat this isn’t funny! When I get out of this, I swear I am going to skin you alive. I’m going to- mmmfgh!! ” Once again her words were muffled by Chat’s mouth on hers. This kiss was briefer and when he lifted his head, he had the audacity to wink at her. Marinette launched into her tirade as if she had never stopped. “You are a very, very bad kitty. I mean really, everyone knows you love Ladybug so there’s no reason you should be sitting her ki-” Her words were drowned out by another kiss. Where the others had been soft and gentle, this kiss was firmer. His lips moved over hers determinedly, coaxing her mouth to move with his and with a soft moan, Marinette found herself giving into the kiss.

As the fight left her, Chat ran his tongue along her bottom lip prompting her to allow him entrance to her mouth, which she was only too eager to go. Immediately the kiss deepened, tongues tangling and hands exploring. Chat kept on hand firmly on Marinette’s hip while the other inched its way up with a single-minded determination towards the hem of her shirt. When he reached his goal, he paused and an unspoken question flashed between them. Marinette whimpered her acquiescence, allowing Chat to continue his upward journey. The pads of his leather gloves inched their way up her abdomen, stroking and caressing the skin and eliciting a needy sigh from the girl. Meanwhile, Marinette’s hands remained firmly in the boy’s hair. She had to admit, she had always kind of wondered what his hair would feel like. It always looked so spiky but she was pleased to find the strands soft as silk.

Chat’s mouth left hers, allowing the girl to breathe as he trailed kisses along her jaw and down the smooth column of her neck and throat. At the apex of her neck and shoulder, Chat nipped her sharply and with an involuntary cry, Marinette arched against him. Chat moved back up until he hovered above her once more. A wide, arrogant smile curved his lips as he stared down at the girl and carefully extracted his hand from her shirt. “Well now, I think that ought to be enough to prove that I am very much a boy, purrincess,” Chat teased, before rising to his feet in one fluid movement. Before Marinette could even process what was happening, the leather-clad boy leaped up the ladder to the hatch in her ceiling, pausing to give her an exaggerated wink before slipping out into the night and disappearing. Marinette stared at the spot he had disappeared, mouth hanging open in shock. Her whole body tingled from his kiss, his touch… now she knew what it meant to be left high and dry. Although she did have to admit… Chat was right about one thing. She was very much aware now that he was, in fact, a boy. And a delicious one at that.

#Miraculous Ladybug #marinette dupen-chang #chat noir #marichat #Sin

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