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“You have got to be kidding me.”
It was the week to end all weeks.
On Sunday, Marinette realized she had been over Adrien for months and had developed a much healthier crush on someone else, who asked her out later that day.
On Monday, she told Alya and the girls she wasn’t interested in Adrien anymore, aptly leaving out the boy who had gone on a date with her.
Tuesday through Friday, they had set her up on dates with what seemed like every eligible boy in Paris, including Adrien.
Now it was Saturday, and the girls called her to meet up later and apologize for the surprise dates at a new café that had opened up near the bakery.
When she entered, she expected to hear Rose’s squeals and the chatter of strangers.
Instead, she was greeted by a darkened room, lit by candles, completely empty except for her and-
“Felix?”
He looked up from his phone and gave her a warm look.
“Hello Marinette, I take it you’re the reason I was forced in here against my will?”
“They trapped you in here?” She slid into the seat across from him.
“Yes, mind explaining that?”
She groaned. “It’s a long story.”
“All the better for a night like this. I’ll grab some coffee.” He strolled across the floor, stepping over the counter and helping himself to the warmed coffee.
“You like your coffee black, if I remember correctly.” He said, setting the cup down in front of her.
She brought her nose close to the hot liquid and breathed in the comforting scent. “Yep.”
“So, why did a masked figure trap me in this place to meet with you?” Felix asked, whilst pouring inane amounts of creamer and sugar into his coffee.
Marinette snapped out of her coffee-induced trance and brought the cup to her lips. “Well, it may have something to do with the fact that I told them I don’t like Adrien anymore.”
“I can imagine their reactions.” He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, so they took it upon themselves to plan out the next boy I should be obsessed with and I didn’t have time to tell them I was already dating”
“Not exactly surprising.”
“And they decided that I should be the one to decide my own crush, and that I should do that by going on as many dates as possible within the week.”
“What?” He stared at her with wide eyes.
“Yep, and during all of them I keep trying to text them and tell them I’m seeing someone, but they apparently never saw them.”
“It’s likely for the best anyway, they never quite were fans of mine.”
“True, but then why set you up with me?”
“That’s a fair point I suppose, but there is a bright side to all of this.”
“Seriously?” She teased. “The great Felix Culpa, pessimist extraordinaire? Finding the bright side?”
“It does happen every once and a while.” He grumbled with red cheeks.
“Well, don’t just leave me in the lurch, what’s this bright side of yours? I’m simply dying to know.”
“I don’t have to plan our next date.” He said simply. “I wasn’t certain what I should do after I took you to that restaurant for our first, and I wanted to be prepared for when I asked you out next.”
“Next?” She asked quietly.
“Yes, next.” He looked down slightly as he rubbed his neck. “It was alway the plan to go on five dates with you before I officially asked you to be my girlfriend.”
“You-you were planning to?”
He seemed shocked. “Of course. You didn’t think I would just take you out on one date and never speak of it again, did you?”
“I guess not.”
“Well, since we’ve now had this discussion, I suppose I best do this now, plan be darned.” He stood up, his chair squeaking.
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he walked around the table and knelt at her feet. “I have been infatuated with you since I first met you and that feeling has only grown.”
He pulled out a box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a silver necklace, glimmering in the candlelight.
“Will you do me the immense honor of being my girlfriend?”
Marinette was stunned. She wasn’t really sure how to react. She stared at the necklace and at Felix, who was still blathering.
“I promise to spend as much time with you as you like, and never do anything that makes you uncomfortable or is outside your boundaries.”
“Felix.” She whispered, staring at his crystal blue eyes.
“I’m prepared to talk to your parents if you’d like to consult them before answering, as well as-“
“Felix.” She placed her hand over his own, forcing him to look at her. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
“Truly? Because my proposal wasn’t all that polished, I thought I would have at least another couple days to prepare…”
“Yes, Felix, I truly would like to be your girlfriend.”
He swallowed. “In that case, might I help you put your necklace on?”
“Of course.” She turned around in her chair as Felix stood up.
She felt the cold chain touch her neck and heard a small click.
“It’s on.”
She turned around again to face Felix. “How does it look?”
“Like it’s on the neck of an angel.” He murmured.
Marinette felt her cheeks heat up. “Gat’s thood. I mean goods that, or that’s good! Yeah, that’s good.”
“I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? I was just trying to complement you, and you really do look like an angel,” Felix began rambling again, and Marinette took his hands in hers again, begore he could pick up too much speed.
“No, no! It’s fine Felix, it was really sweet. I just wasn’t sure what to do after I got a compliment like that.”
“Oh,” the tension in his shoulders seemed to lessen as he relaxed, “that’s reassuring.” He glanced at the window.
“It’s getting late, can I walk you home?”
She grinned. “Sure!”
They strolled down the sidewalk, hand in hand, as Marinette stared at her new necklace.
“It’s patterned after your flowers.” Felix said, noticing where her eyes were trained.
“Hmm?”
“The flower that you have on your clothes, I managed to make a necklace that matched them almost perfectly.” He explained.
“Felix, that’s… amazing.”
He coughed. “Well, I wanted to ensure that I made something that was as beautiful as you.”
“I-uh. Oh-um... WE’RE HERE!” She shouted, lost for words.
He looked up. “So we are.”
They looked at each other awkwardly for a solid minute before they both moved towards each other. Marinette opened her arms for a hug as Felix stuck out his hand for a hand shake. They stopped and laughed for a moment, before trying again, this time with Felix opening his arms and Marinette reaching out her arm.
They paused for another moment, unsure if they should try again, or do something different.
Finally, Felix broke the silence. “Marinette, may I, that is, if you don’t mind, but may I kiss you?”
Marinette looked at him for a moment, savoring the short seconds before her first kiss, then jumped towards him, just before he could open his mouth and start apologizing.
The kiss was delicate, like the thin wings of a butterfly. Her hands went behind his neck as he placed his gently on her waist.
It wasn’t passionate, exactly, but it was just what Marinette could have wanted.
They broke apart and Felix rested his forehead against hers.
They stayed in silence for a moment, before the loud sound of noisemakers made them look to the bakery.
There, in plain view behind the glass, were Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng, celebrating.
“We are the best matchmakers!” They hurrahed, dancing around.
Marinette blushed and peered back at Felix, who was staring at her with a fond expression on his face.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just,” he brushed a rogue piece of hair from her face, “thank you, for saying yes.”
“Thanks for asking.” She gave him a sly grin.
And as Sabine and Tom celebrated indoors, outside, Marinette and Felix shared their second kiss.