Counting Ripples

So what I need you to do is this. Send me an ask.

Character (or pairing), a short blurb ("Adrien confronts Nathalie about the lies his father told him" sort of thing and send it to me!

So Amelie and Félix weren't in the Werepapas episode. Why not? I cannot see Félix being in the same room as Lord GDV without exploding but- Or what happens after they hear about it?

"I'm going to claim the boy." Mother's fork pauses halfway to her mouth, and Felix doesn't need to be wearing the Peacock to feel the ice in the room. "Are you?" His mother is his heir, even if in practice he acts like the title will simply skip over her to Felix. But cousin Charles is rather fond of his mother, and Great Aunt Elizabeth will not see her put out of her title for a little bit of gender politics. A losing battle. Felix cuts his roast into smaller and smaller pieces, rather than take a bite. "I am. It is far past time that we take charge of him. At the least, Emilie made an agreeable looking child. I can arrange a good match for him and no one will think anything of it." Mother takes the bite of food, chews and swallows. "And are you reverting to Emilie as your heir?" "What? No. Of course not. You are my heir, and Felix after you. Don't be foolish, Amelie. It really would be best if you both come with me. He knows Felix well enough." Felix's fork clinks against the plate and he raises an eyebrow. "Yes, they were playmates against your wishes." Mother says thoughtfully. "I wonder if you have thought this through, Father."

"We can hardly leave him to be looked after by a secretary. Think of the scandal." "Yes, lets." Mother says dryly, looking at Grandmother something unreadable on his face. "And what would you know about raising a boy of fifteen?" "I've played my part in Felix's life." Grandfather turned to him, as though in appeal, and Felix kept his gaze locked on the centerpiece. "Yes, you bought him a horse for his first birthday." Mother says, voice cool. "And a gun for his twelfth."

"A rifle, Amelie. Don't be garish."

"A rifle, for shooting pigeons you said. He wept." Grandmother is eating as though the world around her doesn't exist.

(Cute Era? Cute Era? This just makes me think of her walking into his parents Fry shop as a toddler with her Papa. FYI, they be fucking in this.)

Nathalie spends an unending amount of time going through her notes. It;s natural, she supposes. The only thing that Gabriel ads are doodles of outfits in the margins. Nothing of value. She ads dates, and contacts, and shopping lists. Together, they manage something. "You should eat." He sets the kabobs on the table next to her elbow. "No sense in losing your strength." She makes a face at him, but picks up one. "You were wandering the market again?" "It's....fascinating. I never thought I would see anything like it and now. I've been here five times. It changes every time." He pulls a piece of meat off the stick and pops it into his mouth with a sigh, chewing and swallowing. "It's a good place for information." She agrees. "Did you find anything useful?" "Just dinner." Gabriel looks at her. "I thought we could take a shower." It's not an invitation - exactly. It's not a proposition, either, though she knows the night will end with his face between her breasts. They orbit each other on these trips as though Emilie is here, with them, watching and making suggestions. Like a guessing game of what she would want them to do. even a thousand miles away, they are at her beck and call. She finishes the kabob. "Should we call Emilie first? Or did you call her on the walk?" He's selfish, sometimes, guardian the line. But she's greedy too, for the time, for the moments, for the sound of his wife's voice.

"I spoke to her. She said to tell you goodnight. And." He leans forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "From Adrien." and then one properly to her mouth, his hand cups her chin and his tongue explores her mouth and she leans forward, hungry, yearning.

He doesn't name the sender.

He doesn't have to.

It's simple, after that, sweaty clothes left behind and tepid water on her skin. Her back pressed to the tiles as he rocks into er, dragging an orgasm out of her before he's even rinsed her hair. He gasps out Emilie's name into the shell of her ear, and she doesn't mind at all. He's hard again before they've finished washing, and bends her over the counter so she can watch him fuck into her. There is an order to things, and she knows before he lifts his phone that he's going to record her. She tries to be a pleasing picture, back arched and lips parted, gaze locked on the camera in her reflection. This one is for Emilie, her body is a message as much as his is. She whimpers around her orgasms, tries to find the right leverage to drag herself over the edge. She thinks this might be something more than wanting, but she's afraid to name it. She doesn't know what to call it, the way his weight settles on top of her in the bed, the familiar heat as he guides himself into her.

Please answer in the comments or via ask if you need anon still - if part of Gabriel's wish made Adrien a real boy and Marinette a senti what item should her Amok be in?

Also do we think Nino can keep a secret like Chat Noir?

"What did you tell her?" Amelie asks Félix, nervous, suddenly, very nervous.

Félix adores this girl, this girl who is like him. She wants to make a good impression. But she has no idea how to do so. What if she fumbles the greeting.

"That you are kind." Her sweet son takes her hand. "Intelligent. Resourceful. Respectful. That you know about what we are and it does not matter to you. That you chose me, even though you did not have to."

"You are too kind to me, Félix." She failed by every measure to protect him from the monster that she was forced to marry. "But I love you." She tells him softly. "I hope she likes me."

"She will." Félix assures her with confidence. "Duusu?"

"They're in the elevator! I can't wait to see Longg!" Duusu dances around them, giggling. "Ohhhh. We never get to just be with our holders. This is so fun!"

Duusu is an adjustment. She isn't sure if another Kwami will match his energy. But she forces her body to relax even if her mind is racing.

Félix brings her in, all smiles, and the smiles at her tentatively.

"It's so nice to meet you, Kagami. Félix has told me so much." She smiles, and it only feels a bit like she's putting on a show. "Lunch is ready. And your Kwami is welcome to join us for it!"

"Thank you, Ms. Graham. Longg will enjoy getting to spend time with Duusu."

"Please, call me Amelie. No titles." She leads the way to the dining room, as her little dragon Kwami plays in the air with Duusu.

"What does your Kwami like to eat?" She asks.

"Longg prefers cooked meats. She is really not particularly choosy."

"Duusu likes almonds in all shapes, especially cookies." Amelie smiles. "Do they all have such varied tastes?"

"Some are very particular." Kagami smiles faintly at Félix, their hands are clasped and his attention dances between them like a beam of light. "Thankfully, Duusu and Longg are adaptive. We mostly don't have to hide. But I wonder how some of the others manage."

"They don't tell their parents?" Amelie can't imagine Félix keeping such a big secret. It would be like only being part of half his life. She would notice if he started hiding so much.

"Most do not. Secrecy is part of the agreement." Kagami says softly.

Perhaps they others have terrible parents. Then. Ones who don't notice the presence of a kwami in the house or a change in their child? She serves tea, properly, and Kagami settles into a chair next to Félix.

"I don't mean to pepper you with questions, dear." She says quietly. "Please let me know if I bother you."

"No, M- Amelie. I do not mind. I know you ask out of care." The girl smiles at her, a little less forced, and Amelie smiles back, feeling the warmth.

Characters- adrien and felix

Blurb- adrien getting his first lessons in make up and telling felix about it. All felix takes away is 'how to cover up blemishes' (hide your bruises)

(I WILL DO YOU ONE BETTER. Félix teaching Adrien to use makeup.)

Adrien makes it silly - Adrien always makes it silly. But Félix loves him so he doesn't mind. Plus. Laughing in the attic room as he gently applies concealer to his cousin's face is so much better than helping his mom.

The bruise is also from something fun, the makeup sponge stolen from Auntie's room while the adults drank downstairs.

Adrien makes faces at himself in the mirror. "You're really good at this. When I'm a model, will you be my makeup artist?"

"Do you want me to?" He dabs the bruise on Adrien's cheek gently, blending it in.

"Yeah! Then even if I was stuck on set we could see each other." Adrien furrows his brow and puckers his lips, and then makes another, equally silly face. "You're going to have to practice."

"I help mum with her makeup. She says I have steady hands." Félix reveals softly, gently. "I love helping her brush out her hair." Because she only let's him when father is gone, a time they spend together alone.

"You can brush mine!" Adrien says brightly.

"Glutton." Félix teases. "I told you not to slide."

"And I told you it was worth it." Adrien pokes his tounge out in the mirror and Félix dabs a bit of concealer to it.

"Ew. Tastes bad."

"Mum says they used to have poison in them. So you're lucky." He teases, expertly covering the bruise. He has a lot of practice with bruises. "There. Don't rub your face or get wet."

Adrien pokes his tounge out again. Clearly not learning. "I don't even think they'll be mad."

Adrien trusts his parents. Félix doesn't even trust himself. How can he? When the hands that pinch and tear and ruin are sometimes his own?

"It's better that they don't know anyway." He packs up the stolen makeup. "I can put this back in Auntie's room?"

Adrien nods, his eyes serious and concerned. "Félix?"

"Yes?"

"I really do want you with me." Adrien says, after a pause. "Really really."