#rabbit!felix

So senti-folk are in an odd place magically speaking. When Dussu puts a Soul into a Senti, she has a closer bond with it, and that bond carries the soul back to her when they die. So when Colt Fathom decided he wanted a son again, Dussu used the same soul with some of its memories still in-tact. Felix still doesn't remember much but its enough that the deja vu is way worse for him than it is for a human.

When his father was dying, Colt decided to throw out one last jab at his son, revealing Felix isn't even human. Prompting Felix to look into the miraculous and try and ingratiate himself to Gabriel and Blake to get even closer. While the cousin's get along just fine Blake is painfully not the cousin Felix's soul remembers having. Finally, after spying the Guardian giving out the miraculous on their first day of school, he attempts to steal the rabbit miraculous, hoping it'll point him in the right direction.

Ch 1

Felix entertained himself by shuffling up the cards, his hands and eyes moving quickly, giving cards a random spin as he juggled them about. It was a hypnotic movement, allowing himself to sink into himself, his head going quiet as he focused on the familiar movement of shuffling. It was a trick his grandfather taught him. A means to help Felix calm down when he got upset or twitchy. It was calming busy work. Allowed him to focus but relax. In his more focused episodes, Felix got elaborate and playful, testing all the tricks he could to spice it up, challenge his meditative state.

It didn't always work out for him to do so. Like now, with one card going flying and landing into his top hat. Felix blinked, concentration broken by the sudden escape. Absently, he reached into his to grab it.

Felix paused, sitting up and now fully focused on the hat.

There was something soft and warm in his hat. And there were... some kind of extensions? What was in his hat?

Grasping it, Felix brought out a white rabbit like being with big blue eyes, a warm goofy smile, and a weird body shape for a rabbit. Felix was thinking it was some kind of plush when the being moved and let out a playful, "Tada!"

Felix stared.

The rabbit thing stared back.

After half a minute, it spoke. "Ok. This was funnier in my head. I thought that me being a white rabbit and you a magician, well it'd be funny for you to pull me out of a hat! Haha, but uh, apparently not. But you know, fair. Most people don't anticipate a kwami--"

As the being startled to ramble, Felix slowly started to put her back in the hat.

The being noticed. "Oh! Going back in I see. Ok. Fine. That's fine. I'll be in here when you're ready!"

Felix quickly brought his hand back out and drew away from the hat. It sat quietly, not moving. After a minute, Felix came near, tilting the hat down.

The rabbit being beamed up at him. "Hey, you ready now?"

"What are you?" Felix asked incredulously.

"I'm Luuna! A kwami."

Felix scrambled away as the rabbit floated up, moving slow and carefully, conscious to not startle him anymore than he already is. "I'm here because a friend is in trouble. You have promise for my power so I came to you."

Felix stared, repeating softly, "Power?"

"Yes! I am of the few kwamis of magic! There have actually been a few arguments amongst humans of what I represent, I think most popular was theurgy but I don't know. But let's go with me representing all of white magic!"

"White magic."

"Yes! All things positive, light, creative, and good. The healer and the supporter."

"I think you chose wrong," Felix stated.

"Agree to disagree," Luuna said. "There is darkness in you, I can acknowledge. You are very selfish--"

Felix gave the being a raised brow for her bluntness.

"-- but there is a light in you. A warmth." Luuna gave him a kind smile. "You have much love for your family. And the misuse of my friend will put your family at risk."

Felix frowned at that, feeling uncertain. He asked, "Where is your friend?"

"Nooroo is in Paris!"

"...Paris. Paris, France?"

"Yes!"

Felix gave Luuna an unimpressed look. "You do realize you're in London, right?"

"Oh, I know," Luuna reassured. "If I knew that you weren't coming here at all, I wouldn't have approached you."

Felix raised a brow. "You think I'm heading to Paris?"

"I am pretty certain you are in the near future. Soon. Not sure when, but I know it's soon. Divination isn't exactly my strength. That's more Duusu--"

"How could you know?" Felix demanded.

"I am of white magic," Luuna answered simply. "I go with the flow instead of challenging fate. I am more welcomed by the universe and that allows me to tweak things to my advantage or desire. I may not have true clairvoyance, but I am connected to the world enough to get a sense for these things."

Felix’s door started to open and Luuna dove out of sight, heading back inside the hat, she paused to make a shushing motion to him before going down. His mother leaned in, offering him a careful smile. "Hey, my little magician," she greeted gently.

"Mum look at that this," Felix revealed quickly, reaching into his hat and bringing Luuna out. Only the kwi was as limp as a toy, smiling brightly, amusement clear in her eyes.

His mother laughed. "White rabbit out of the hat, that's cute." She drew near, giving Luuna's head an affectionate stroke. "It is a very cute toy. Where did you get it?"

"I have no idea," Felix answered dryly, dropping Luuna back in the hat.

Clearing her throat, his mother sat on his bed, looking tired and apologetic. "So," she started gently, "your father and I were talking..." Felix gave her a wary stare. "We thought it might be best to stay with your Uncle for a while."

"What?" he uttered, surprised. He spared the hat a fast glance.

"Your cousin is lonely and can really use some family right now. And we all know your Uncle isn’t exactly the family you want around at this time. And you've been rather lonely here. Maybe Paris could be a good fresh start for you. Make some friends."

"You make it sound like we're not going to be stuck in that mansion."

"Oh no," his mother reassured with a chuckle. "If Gabriel did, you let me know right away. But, we talked, and he mentioned he'd be ok with Adrien going to school if you went with him."

"What if I didn't want to go?" Felix asked, crossing his arms.

"Oh sweetie," she murmured, reaching for him. "I'm afraid it's not up for debate. Arrangements are already being made."

"...When do I leave?"

"A little bit before school starts. Give you time to settle in."

“Ok,” he murmured, “I understand.” 

She leaned over, pressing a kiss to his brow. “I love you, my little magician.” 

“I love you to. 

As soon as he was left alone, he reached back into the hat and pulled Luuna back out. She was ready with another, “Tadaaa!”

Felix gave her a flat stare, looking wary. “You were actually right.” 

“I usually am,” she chirped, wiggling herself free from his fingers and zipping around to face him properly. “So, what do you say, young apprentice?”

“Apprentice?” he repeated with a slight scoff. 

Her smile grew, gentle and teasing. “I am the senior here. But in all seriousness, are you willing to help me save Nooroo, and secure the safety of your family?” 

The confirmation was on the tip of his lips, but Felix withheld. He wanted more information first of what she can do, what he had available. “What powers do you have?” 

“”Oh I suppose I could share some. White Magic, on the nose, I know, but its my greatest power, having three offered uses. There is mass healing and revival of life. Material restoration for anything lost or broken. Enhancement of your choosing for your allies, from enhanced strength, a new power to use, invulnerability; you have a lot of options on how to boost your allies. Your limit though is that in a span of five minutes, you can only do these things one at a time. Make sure you know what you want to use. 

“There is teleportation with Burrow. Dreamwalking with Rabbit Hole. Lucky Feat offers a blessing of luck onto you or someone of your choosing.” 

Curiously, she trailed off, looking like she was considering something before thinking better of it, offering Felix a bright smile. “That’s what I offer you in terms of magic.”

“That’s it? I won’t be limited with those?” 

“Maybe a little, but you won’t be doing this alone,” she reassured. “My counterpart Plagg has chosen his own apprentice. She will assist you in these fights. Probably taking up the heat of things, so be ready to help her however you can.” 

Landing onto Felix’s desk, she drew out a circle with a star inside. It glowed a light blue and a pocket watch with a moon on it appeared. “Take this watch if you accept,” Luuna said, backing away a little to peer up at Felix. 

After a moment of eyeing it, Felix took it, feeling something warm and comforting rush over him. His silver eyes met Luuna’s blue, and she offered him a big toothy smile. 

Actually is Felix now technically considered the Guardian of the Miraculous due to Fu giving him the box before Hawkmoth killed him?

The turtle miraculous is being used, I just haven't gotten to designing the holder yet.

Felix is very aware what happened to the last Guardian, it certainly didn't help the madness. He could technically be seen as Guardian but he's more like an intern in the grand scheme of things.

When Nooroo sent out the beacon of his misuse, all kwamis near felt it and rushed to the location to try and see what they can do to help save him. As complex as the kwami community can be, it was Law that when one was in a dire situation, all were to help. 

And help Luuna and Plagg would, soon. 

The time was now to pick their humans. And who they picked would see the two to Paris, just in time to assist Nooroo and see to his freedom. 

But it wasn’t going to be as easy as they expected. 

“It has been decades since I’ve been so torn!” Luuna declared dramatically, her bright blue eyes flickering between two spots. Near her, Plagg grunted, sharing a similar issue, though not as vocal about it. They were perched upon a gargoyle, their gazes locked upon two promising humans that had great potential for magic, just what these two would need for their avatars. 

The issue was who should go to who? 

It has been so long since they’ve found a pair that evened each other so well in terms of magic. 

Majority of the time, it was easy to know who should have what. Who would be better to have black magic and who should have white magic. 

There was a girl with her family, chatting away merrily. She shown like a flame, full of goodness and warmth and light. Both could see that she was a creative sort, full of promise and potential. But there was so little darkness to her, it was clear that she would have little for herself. 

Across from her was a boy with his own family, as dark as a void, full of cunning, anger, hurt, and spite. There was love in him, but it was closed, offered only to a few. There was promise for much destruction and chaos in his wake. They could see that he would give much to a few, but take from many more. 

Luuna let out a loud groan, starting to babble, “Do we go with what matches and have immediate results? Or do we go with opposites? Achieve balance but see struggle first?” She started to hop around her counterpart, restless in her torn musing. 

Plagg ignored her, eyes on the duo, ears twisting as he considered them. He voiced, “Maybe we consult the cheese?” 

She skidded to a stop, making a face. “No!” she sharply protested. “The last time we enchanted cheese to tell the future, it exploded! That hotel room was covered in cheese for a week!”

“Personally, I didn’t see much problem to that,” Plagg said, humming in delight as he recalled the memory fondly. 

Luuna shook her head, insisting, “No, no, we should... let the carrot decide!” 

It’s was Plagg’s turn to make a face. “Spin the carrot always goes your way!” 

“That’s because I go with the natural flow of the world, and not take matters into my own paws, cheater.”

“I batted the carrot one time.” 

“Yeah, and all of Camelot was gone, because you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive Merlin.” 

“Well I’m sorry I didn’t want to forgive an old man who wanted to bottle us up like a djinn.” 

The Cat and the Rabbit sat still for a moment, having a tense stare off between the two. After a moment, they both turned back to the two promising magic users, both of which uniquely called to both in different ways. 

Luuna felt drawn to the girl for she was of light and warmth and promised her much good would be done through her. But the boy called to her in need of light and guidance, to help him find balance. 

Plagg felt drawn to the boy for the darkness and promise of absolute bedlam with him, the pure chaos they’d have together. Yet the girl had so much light, too much of a selfless giver, she had no concept of taking. 

Oh to go with what matches, or to offer the struggle of growth and succeeding balance? 

Luuna broke the silence first. “Ok. Well, I would go with the flow of things. I would aim and suggest that we go where we match most.”

“Very helpful,” Plagg said dryly. 

Both pulled them in so naturally. Light desired to be with light to make is brighter, and shadows to shadows to make it darker. Yet light also wanted to go to shadows to chase them, and shadows wanted to go to light to dim it. These two really could go either way. 

“Which is why you should decide.” 

Plagg turned to Luuna in slight surprise. 

“If you can’t decide,” Luuna warned, “then we’ll resort to the carrot.” 

Plagg turned back to the two, stretching out his senses, giving one last evaluation before he decided for them both. He picked up on concerns and fears from both. Both afraid of this coming year.

The girl afraid of an angry golden flame, one that sought to gluttonously consume everything. 

The boy for his father, who Plagg felt then felt weaker. A life soon to go out. 

Plagg withdrew when both of them perked and looked towards them, him and Luuna ducking down to secure that they won’t be seen. 

“Pushing the limit a little,” Luuna noted. 

“Had to be sure if I’m going to pick for us,” Plagg said. 

“And?” Luuna prompted. 

“I think you should go to that kid,” Plagg said, nodding to the boy. “For his near future, I think you’ll be better for him than me.” He’s not the best with that emotional stuff. And sure, the girl was going to be more emotional than the boy, what was coming was some heavy stuff that Plagg knows that he’s not the best for. His answer would be necromancy but Tikki would seek him out if he helped this kid with that. 

“Are you certain?” she asked, floating up, “I do sense that the girl will return to Paris sooner.” 

“Yeah it’ll be fine. I can have her use Purgatory. Paris can deal with some damage.” 

Luuna frowned at that. She hoped Tikki at least will be there as the boy feels like he won’t be there as soon as the girl. But she had bid Plagg to decide. No matter the choice, she can feel that things will play out as they should. Whether they turn towards the sun or moon, bare a cloak of white or black, and walked a path of light or shadow; it will head towards the same destination. Of that, Luuna is certain. 

Plagg took initiative and darted to the girl’s side. 

Luuna hesitated before she moved, giving the boy one last look over, just to be sure and certain of this. Cats could afford to be reckless, they had power to back that confidence. Rabbits though were creatures of prey, that only had their wit and speed to secure their life. Certainty was far more preferred than risk. 

The boy once more looked towards her, frowning in confusion at the feeling of being watched. Luuna though was out of sight when his gaze settled on the gargoyle. He didn’t see there, he didn’t see her when she came up near his bag, picking up at what Plagg hinted at. 

Feeling more certain, she burrowed into his bag. 

Classical magician theme. Colors I don't know but there's white, blue, and black for sure, with primary being white. I wish I can offer you more but people and clothes aren't my strength. The sketches below are my 3rd and 4th try.

Also debating if the ears should be hat exclusive or not.

Silverwhiteraven, you can always get back to it when you're ready, or redo it if it wasn't up to your standards.