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He’s just not having a good day.
Felix is at some horrid tech industry event, more or less because his mother thought it was a good idea for him to go; which usually meant she thought that he needed something to do.
Now that he’s here it’s all he can do to keep the dislike he has for everyone present off of his face. There's nothing but clean skin, manicured fingertips, and automatic laughter that’s all at once too bright and far too hollow.
He’s miserable.
He could be at home, with a cup of tea and a book, and Dusuu, with their tail happily splayed out, snoring beside him on their little pillow.
Instead he gets to be here, listening as rich people mingle and laugh with one another all while marketing agents tout the product they claim will ‘revolutionize the world’.
He thinks it’s smart glasses, maybe.
And his back hurts, an old familiar ache. He thinks it's actually his lower ribs that are hurting, and the pain is just radiating upwards.
Felix takes another sip of his (non alcoholic) drink, and tries to stifle a sigh, all while trying to avoid feeling like a miserable adult in miniature. And then he hears a scream.
Honestly, he’s surprised that someone hasn’t been akumatized before now. Felix thinks that he might’ve eventually been akumatized himself if chrysalis had shown up and promised him a way out of this stupid event.
But that's not important because now someone has been akumatized, people are screaming and running in their attempts to get away. A table hits the wall of cement and glass, and drinks shatter everywhere. He still doesn’t see them, the akuma. Dusuu rustles around in his pocket, probably waking up from their nap.
He'd guess that it's probably just some distraught aide who just got fired, after whoever was selling this horrible, barely-veiled-attempt-at-public-spyware, had noticed the immense lack of interest in the crowd for their product.
Whoever they are, whatever their reason, he does need to do something. Although he thinks that this time, for once he’s not the akuma’s target, he’s just another member of the crowd.
How strangely…normal.
He hears laughter, and sees a hovering person in a terrible outfit from the corner of his eye. “I’ll show you. I can get people’s attention! You’ll never fire me again!”
Felix resists the urge to sigh.
And with a wave of her hand, she sends more tables crashing into the wall. More people scream and run.
Someone shoves hard into him in their haste to get away, momentarily diverting his attention away from the akumatized woman. For a split second his attention is caught by the fleeing person, and he thinks, suddenly, that that was the akuma’s target, right there, fleeing. Something about the desperation.
But the distraction is too long. It’s a bad move.
A mistake, one the bitter old felix never would have made. But he’s not bitter old felix, he’s nicer, mellow felix, and he makes mistakes.
Also his shoulders hurt, and he’s tired. So suddenly, before he fully knows what’s happened, his feet are pulled out from under him, and he’s thrown into the concrete wall with a sickening crunch.
He feels the sickening thud of his own head against the hard concrete surface, and then a sharp, black pain, and then everything goes dark.
His eyes open, begrudgingly, at the sound of his own name.
“lix - Felix.” it insists.
It’s rich and warm, deep. It’s both familiar and not. There’s warmth pressed against him. His head lolls to one side.
He tries to open his eyes and winces at the sudden, abrupt stab of pain, at the brightness of the lights overhead.
“Felix.” the voice says again, desperate, afraid.
He forces himself to blink, once, then twice. He’s met with gold. Gold eyes, like matching suns, and shimmering golden horns, curving upwards, hover in front of him.
He can taste blood.
“Felix. Can you hear me.” she says, insistent. He blinks, trying. Spots cloud his vision.
Woah.
Yeah, he definitely has a concussion, a bad one, too.
He gradually becomes aware of a scaly, gloved hand pressing against his cheek, and a warm body holding him up, supporting all of his weight. Ryuko.
He tries to speak. “Gami..” he murmurs, half delirious.
“I need you to stay awake, okay?” she tells him. He blinks again. “I know I have a concussion.” he mumbles. Her hands ghost lightly over his face. The sensation tingles slightly. She runs a hand through his hair and as she does so, hits a tender spot. He very nearly screams.
She notices, her gold yellow eyes fixated on him. Her body, leaned, pressed up against his, holds him propped up against the wall. They’re out in the lobby. She must’ve brought him out here.
He exhales once. The pain is awful, yeah. His head feels thick, cottony, woozy. He may have broken some ribs too. “Ladybug will fix it.” Ryuko says firmly. Her nails trace over his cheek.
Her breath is hot like steam. He stares up at her, transfixed, and doesn’t say what he’s thinking. Felix thinks that he doesn’t mind any sort of pain, or how broken his body might be, when she’s holding him like this, hand at his side, in his hair.
She’s like the sun. The room is spinning, just a little.
There’s more shouting coming from somewhere, and Ryuko turns for the first time, looking over her shoulder warily. “I need to go help Ladybug. Then she can fix you.” she tells him.
He nods. “Great. I’ll come too.” he says, blinking. She eyes him a little skeptically.
“...No.” she determines.
“Stay here. Stay awake. Okay?” she says, none of it being a question except for the last bit. Reluctantly, he nods, loosening his grip on her. She looks at him, golden yellow eyes blinking once.
Her whole costume shimmers in the morning sunlight pouring in through the lobby’s enormous glass walls. The image of her blurs in his vision. The gold decorations shine and twinkle. He feels dizzy.
Despite the pain, he can still feel the tingle of her fingers in his hair. He doesn’t want her to leave him, to stop touching him.
“I have to go.” she tells him.
He nods, but probably can’t hide how forlorn he feels. She considers him, for a single moment.
And then, like a lightning strike, presses her lips against his.
Her lips are slightly chapped.
Her breath is hot, like steam.
And for a split second all the pain in his body is gone.
It’s over way too soon.
She pulls back from him, and carefully withdraws her arms from him, and then she’s gone. He slowly slides down the wall, his head in his hands, and does his best not to pass out from the pain.
Everything happens just like she had promised.
Within fifteen minutes or so, the entire room is immersed in little sparkly pink ladybugs, and his body is too, and then all the pain is gone.
Dusuu titters around his head, obvious relieved, clearly having been worried about him. He scratches their little head, and stands up, feeling kind of bad for making them worry.
The event is very clearly over.
He knows that Kagami’s not coming back either. He knew already that she was busy with stuff today. So he decides to go ahead and leave, feeling like an enormous burden, and also being slightly ashamed with himself. He gets in the car to go home.
He’s miserable.
His mother isn’t there when he gets home, thankfully. Felix knows just how upset she'd be if she knew he’d been hurt.
He wonders for a moment if he’d be able to get away with not telling her about it at all, and then decides against it, not liking the thought of keeping things from her. He decides that he'll just try and downplay it as much as possible when he does tell her.
Felix makes himself a cup of tea, more for something to do than out of actually wanting it, and while he’s in the kitchen he also makes Dusuu some toast because they wanted it. Then he goes to his room.
After he’s changed out of his suit and back into normalish clothes he flops down on his bed to do what he knows is mope.
His ceiling, cream and unoffensive above him, gives him some comfort, but not much. He can hear Dusuu munching on their toast somewhere over on his desk. He sighs, feeling very sorry for himself.
He just cannot get her out of his brain.
Her yellowish, golden reptile eyes, her gloved fingers brushing through his hair. Her mouth against his. Ryuko was...incredible. Radiant. His breath catches, just a little, when he remembers how she'd kissed him, fierce and raw, only an hour or so before.
Her breath, her skin, they all radiated out heat. He felt it earlier when she had been pressed against him. His skin still tingled faintly from it, sort of reminiscent of a burn. He sighs again, hands pressing against his face.
Dusuu giggles from their pillow. He guesses that they’ve finished their piece of toast. He looks over and gives them a rather pitiful look.
“Oh, don’t be sad.” they say, floating over to perch on his shoulder as he sits up, and forlornly pulls a pillow to his chest. He sighs again, pressing his head against the pillow. “I’m pathetic, aren’t I.” he mumbles.
Dusuu brushes their tail feathers against his cheek. “Aw, you’re just in love.” they tell him (un)helpfully. He lets out a sad groan and flops back down.
Sue him, yes, he’s needy and sad and pathetic. Yes, actually, all he wants is for his dragon girlfriend to come and kiss him, because he’s having a bad day, even though she’s gorgeous and busy and cool and definitely has better things to do.
But he did just get a concussion, and then magically heal from a concussion, so he thinks he could maybe get away with just a little bit of self-pity. And unfortunately his dragon girlfriend is too busy to give him any extra attention, so all he can do is sit here and pathetically mope about it.
Felix folds his arms over his chest and runs the moment where she touched him, kissed him, over and over in his mind, as if that will somehow magically make the longing eating away in his chest go away.
He’s so busy doing that, that he almost misses the little rap on his window pane.
He sits up suddenly, eyes widening, to see Ryuko’s golden eyes staring back at his. Her gold uniform is silhouetted in the pink afternoon paris sunlight.
She smiles, ever so faintly, sharp teeth glistening.
She can’t believe he left.
At first she had been a little bit irritated with him.
(if he had seen the horrific state she had found, and then left him in) but she had taken a moment to remember just how much felix hated being vulnerable. And then she had forgiven him for just going home.
Once it was all said and done, it had ended up being a pretty bad akuma. Ladybug had needed her wind dragon in order to counteract the akuma’s own telekenesis. It had taken a lot of her self control not to let her rage get the better of her during the fight.
At least Felix hadn’t been her intended victim, he was only a bystander. Though the fact that he had gotten hurt so badly did little to make her feel better about that.
Her stomach still twisted with nausea at the memory of finding him, unconscious and crumpled on the floor, face ashen and head lilted sideways at a terrible angle. It had taken a long time to wake him, and when she had, he was in pain, probably from hitting his head, as well as some broken ribs too, maybe.
And then finally, after the fight was over, and minimal cleanup and assisting chrysalis’s victim was over with, and Ladybug had finally given her a small nod; Ryuko had gone back to where she had left Felix, only to find him gone.
He had most likely gone home, back to the apartment. They had both been busy today, with no plans of seeing each other.
But surely he had realized she had to see him, to know for certain he was okay? Whatever his stupid logic, there was a fundamental flaw in it, that he hadn't considered. Which was, she would lose her mind unless she saw, with her own two eyes, that he was no longer injured. That was the only thing that would remove the horrid image of him, lying there, blood on his porcelain forehead, from her brain.
Ryuko had already decided to go after him, and find him. The rest of her afternoon plans be damned. Already she was starting to become a person who could blow off plans and schedules.
It was strangely...liberating.
And so that’s how she showed up on his balcony at 4:30 in the afternoon.
He was lying on his bed, his mouth moving. It looked as though he were talking to someone, Dusuu, probably. She raps once on the door pane.
She watches as he sits up, surprise etched on his face. Her stomach twists. Maybe he really had thought she wouldn’t check on him. Something else snarls at her stomach, a fierce sort of protectiveness for her boy.
He opens the door, his eyes wide. “Um. Ryuko. Hi.” he says, a little bit awkward. He really is adorable. She exhales once, relaxing.
Her eyes flit over his face. At least one of the knots in her stomach loosens at the sight of him.
He looks unharmed at least. Thank god.
She swallows once, pushing away at least some of her stress and fear. “Can I come in?” she asks. He blinks, looking surprised again. “Um, yeah, sure.” he says, and she slips in gracefully, feet landing on the floor with a soft thunk.
She’s still unhappy with him; unhappy that he doesn’t seem to understand.
His skull was nearly smashed in, and he doesn’t believe she cares enough to check on him? Clearly, there is some issue of communication between them. But if there is, then it’s her fault, she knows. She watches as he sighs, clearly tired and not in his best of moods, and goes to sit back down on the edge of his bed.
There's something...slumped, in his shoulders, that she hates.
She studies him, wetting her lips slightly.
“Are you…healed?” she asks, adjusting the tilt of her head, searching for the right word. He looks at her, a strange, empty sort of expression on his face, and nods. “Yep. All better.” He says to her, forcing a smile. He looks so tired and unhappy.
This won’t do. She nods once crisply, as an idea comes to her, slowly forming in her mind.
Her words to detransform are almost on her tongue when she pauses, noting the way his eyes are resting on her, slipping and falling, and notes the faint blush dusting over his pale cheeks. She half smiles to herself, lips curving upwards.
The idea solidifies, and she takes a careful step forward.
His eyes rake over her torso, but it’s okay for him to look, he’s her boy.
“So the cure, it fixed you?” she asks, letting her voice be deepened and made dragonish by the miraculous magic. She watches with greedy eyes as he swallows. “Yeah-it, um, worked.” He says, with some effort.
She nods, with fake solemnity.
“Do you mind if I check for myself?”
And then, without asking, she climbs up over him in one smooth motion, straddling his legs.
He promptly turns beet red.
She smirks faintly. Despite his best efforts at being bad, her boy is a nice little boy.
Her hands still gloved, brush his neck, rising to his cheeks, ghosting lightly over the curve of his jaw. She feels his breath shudder and hitch.
She smiles faintly.
“Tell me if this hurts.” she says in a low voice. He nods, eyes locked on her.
Gently, her fingers rake through his soft blonde hair.
It's unlike the horrible instance earlier, when his sharp wince of pain had gone straight to her own stomach. This time his eyes flutter slightly, drooping a bit. She doesn’t miss the way he leans, ever so slightly, into her touch.
She hums, ever so slightly, shifting her weight on top of him. “What does that feel like?” she murmurs, fingers still in his hair. She hears his breath hitch slightly, and can’t deny the heat it sends rushing to her own stomach.
“Fine.” he says, his voice almost a strangled sort of gasp.
She smiles almost to herself, letting her fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s so beautiful, and golden. Her boy, all hers, she thinks to herself, letting her arms coil around his shoulders.
He watches her with hazy, longing filled eyes.
She doesn’t want to be too mean to him. Playfully, she nips at his jaw, then his ear. He lets out such a nice noise, something in between a gasp and a moan. He’s her princess, held captive in her claws.
If he’s not careful she’ll be tempted to press him into the bed and ravish his mouth with kisses. A very pleasant thought. She's filled with good ideas today. Ryuko hums to herself, looking up as he groans.
“You-re being mean.” he complains. She straightens, looking him in the eye. She tilts his head upwards, tugging at his hair.
“What do you want?” she asks him. She’ll give him anything he wants.
His eyes are big and longing, and she understands without him having to say it. She laughs. Then slowly, softly, purposefully dragging it out, she presses her mouth gently against his. He lets out an almost whine.
She drags her gloved nails against his scalp, kissing him deeper, and deeper. Her poor, needy boy. She loves him, loves how much he needs her.
She wants to kiss him, devour him until there’s nothing left.
She nips at his lip and loves the way he moans when she does so. She kisses him deeper and deeper, drinking him in, savoring every bit.
After a while she drags her mouth from his, to begin leaving a trail of bite marks on and down his jaw. The most wonderful sounds fall from his mouth, and she can’t hold back her smile. Who said peacocks don’t sing.
Breathless, she pauses, pressing her face into his neck, breathing in his scent for just a moment. His hands rest against her, around her.
Then she raises her head, and with a dragonish smirk and a hand to his chest, pushes him onto his back.
She lays on top of him, warm on his chest, very satisfied with herself.
His fingers are buried in her spiky hair, and she nearly purrs with contentment. There’s nothing like a long makeout session with her pretty boyfriend to make her feel more comfortable and content in her bones.
It satiates the dragon inside of her, takes the edge off.
Also it’s just plain fun.
She smiles up at him.
She shifts, leaning up to press a lazy kiss against his lips. He smiles, curling around her. “Thanks for checking on me.” he says softly, green eyes shining. She smiles faintly.
“One of these days I'm going to find a tower and put you in it.” she says, poking his chest as she speaks. She's only half joking. He smiles crookedly. “Am I part of your dragon horde?” he asks her.
She shrugs.
“You’re the love of my life. My soulmate.” she tells him softly. Felix blinks. “Kagami…” he says quietly, green eyes hazy. Words are unnecessary. He’s said all this and more. Love professions would be redundant from him.
“Do not misunderstand your importance to me. You are…everything to me.” she says finally. He nods finally, his eyes foggy and damp.
They curl against one another, settling in for an afternoon nap, and no more words are said.