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Marinette's mind was flooding with thoughts. The scene from earlier played over and over in her head.

'So real'.

That's what she repeated over and over.

'So real. It was so freaking real. Almost as if he..'

And maybe it even was. Even though she was in Bridgette's body, she was still Marinette. At least that's what she believed. But still, it didn't change the fact that it felt as if he'd kissed her instead.

Everything that Bridgette had been experiencing since that fateful day when this swap happened, everything had been felt by Marinette too. It scared her to think that they were becoming or were already one. The reactions and the feelings were already merging and it was becoming increasingly difficult to differentiate her own with Bridgette's.

'No' she thought. 'I will not let it happen. I am my own person. I will not let Bridgette take over my individuality.'

But it still didn't change the fact that she felt like she'd just been kissed.

•••

From what she could make out, Bridgette wanted to confront Felix the very next day. She had been so confused and shocked when he kissed her that she was too dazed to even know what to do. So, she let Felix guide her home and then she went quietly to sleep, while Marinette stayed awake, strengthening her resolve.

Marinette dreaded going to the library the next day, while Bridgette was eager to. The feeling had been far too real for Marinette. She had never even imagined kissing anyone else but Adrien(or maybe Chat), so the reality of it setting in wasn't sitting well with her.

With every step that Bridgette took towards the library, Marinette's feeling of urgency to just up and run became increasingly stronger.

Oh how she wished she was in control.

"Morning Bridgette!"

The chirpy voice of Mrs Lily snapped Marinette out of her trance and she realised with a sinking feeling in her stomach that she was already at the place where she least wanted to be.

"Morning!" Bridgette muttered quite cheerfully, making her way over to the bookshelves.

As fate would have it, the bluenette found none other than Felix behind the towering structure, engrossed in a book.

Marinette's breath hitched while Bridgette let out an annoying sigh. She was undoubtedly glad to find the boy and give him a piece of her mind.

But as for Marinette, she wasn't.

Just the sight of him bought the night back to her mind, the scene replaying over and over like a film clip. The thoughts bought a sinking and uncomfortable feeling to her and she couldn't help but freak out.

'But it wasn't me that he kissed! She repeated over and over, like a mantra, trying to calm her hyperventilating state. 'It wasn't me that he kissed yesterday! But then..why do I..why..'

The movement of her position snapped her out of her trance. With each advancing step that Bridgette took towards him, Marinette was increasingly advancing into a state of nausea and distress.

'No, no. Not today! Please, I'm not ready! Please! I'm afraid of how it'll all turn out!'

After what felt like an eternity, Felix finally seemed to notice a presence near him. He turned his head and his steel grey eyes settled on Bridgette. As soon as they made contact with the latter, all the coldness from them vanished in an instant, replacing it with warmth and softness.

The expression on his face made Marinette even more anxious. She clearly knew this expression. It was the expression of adoration, happiness, and a person madly in love.

Just like her.

This expression scared her. It scared her beyond what words could say. Every insecurity that she'd felt till now came crashing upon her in that instant. Her confusion with the things happening around, her frustration of not being in control, her pain and above all, her fear that she was experiencing such strange, deep feelings for someone who was not Adrien.

He passed her a nervous smile and closed the book with a thump. His each advancing step pulled at Marinette's heartstrings. She wanted nothing more than to just run. Run so fast, and so far. From him, from Bridgette, and from everything strange that was happening around.

She felt so constrained, so suffocated.

She wanted control, the control that she didn't have.

It felt like a dream, but something told Marinette that it certainly wasn't. One moment, she felt like she was clutched against her will in this foreign situation, but in the next, she felt so...free.

Like whatever she has been experiencing had just been a bad dream.

Like she never lost control in the first place.

'Control'

The word repeated over and over, strengthening her.

Confused, she tried to move her fingers. This simple movement bought her such immense pleasure and joy for some reason, before that happy chuckle that escaped her turned into a strangled gasp.

For she wasn't the only one who moved her fingers.

Realising that Felix still approached her, she quickly took steps back and turned around, hurrying away without a second thought. She was able to make it up to the bridge before that short lived bliss of control disappeared, and she once again found herself being constrained.

Bridgett stood, confused, as to why she suddenly made a run for away from Felix. Meanwhile, Marinette took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and make sense to what the heck was happening.

'What just happened? Did I actually control Bridgette's body? But..how?'

Her train of thoughts suddenly stopped, when she felt a grasp on her wrist. Or more specifically, Bridgette's wrist.

The latter whirled around, only to find Felix holding her hand, panting slightly.

"Why'd you...run..aw..away...?"

He straightened himself up, looking intently in her eyes. Bridgette blushed deeply and tried to free her wrist, but he just tightened his grasp on it. She looked up to him, and saw what she thought she'd never see.

A heartbroken Felix.

"Please don't." He muttered weakly.

"I..I.."

"Tell me what's wrong, Bridge.."

Hearing him mutter those words angered Bridgette and she jerked her hand away, and crossed them against her chest, while she glared at him.

"You're asking me what's wrong? You mean you don't know, or are you pretending not to? I mean how else did you expect me to react after what you did last night?"

"I..I'm sorry.."

Bridgette scoffed. But it wasn't because of anger. No, it was because she was trying to conceal her disappointment. 'Sorry' wasn't what she'd expected, or better yet, longed for him to say.

"Sorry? You're sorry? Is this all just a game to you? Kissing me without a reason, just so you can-"

"It wasn't without a reason." He snapped.

The feeling of dread intensified for Marinette. She didn't like where this was going. It was all too real for her and she wasn't sure she wanted to experience anything of that sort again.

Because, it was obvious that Bridgette really liked Felix. And if this was a confession then...

"Okay, then what?" Bridgette retorted.

"I..I.."

"Go on."

"It wasn't without a reason, Bridgette. I kissed you because, I really, really, like you."

Everything was silent. The light sound of the evening wind blowing in Paris was the only thing heard. Bridgette and Felix stood facing each other, against Seine, with the former having a lost look in her eyes.

The wind ruffled their hair but still Bridgette remained silent.

Felix advanced towards her, gently taking her hand in his own. Caressing it slowly, he smiled slightly, looking up lovingly at the still emotionless Bridgette.

"I lied that day in the library Bridgette. I didn't just find you unique, intriguing and trustworthy. I found you attractive and alluring as well. As a person. As a woman. I didn't just want to start over with you as a friend, I want more than that."

His grip on her hand tightened and he sighed.

"I grew fond of you. Your happiness. You are so beautiful and amazing. I couldn't stop myself but admire you. To fall in love with you. Everything that you do, is like a treasure to me. I fell in love with a person who saw me for me, who liked me for me."

"I was such a jerk to you because I was jealous. Jealous of seeing you with someone else who could made you laugh and blush."

"Know this Bridgette, that I want to be that reason. I want to make you smile and blush. I want to have that effect on you. I want to be the one to make you happy. And that is why I kissed you Bridgette. You are special to me, and I regret nothing. Nothing at all."

"I don't know how you feel about me, but know this, that I love you, and that I'll always love you."

"..."

The grip of Felix's hand on Bridgette's loosened and he let it fall to her side. His face fell, as he stared at the bluenette in front of him, who stared at him with a distant look in her eyes, not uttering even a single word.

"Say something please?" Felix requested weakly, his heart broken, after he just poured it all out to the girl he loves.

"Felix..I.."

"Bridgette..please.."

"Felix..I.."

.

.

.

.

"I'm not Bridgette."

•••
Hey guys, so this is a little something that I wrote about a month ago but didn't really publish. This was totally a Marinette centric chapter cause I wanted to focus on this blueberry now.

I still don't know what to do because idk how to take this book forward. If I do, it'll probably be more Adrien and Marinette centric now, with Felix and Bridgette arc now complete. They'll be there as secondary characters. I'm open to any ideas, please help me out here. You can PM me or just leave suggestions in the comments.

I still have exams going on so I can't really say what my next move will be. But I thought that it'll be kinda unfair to keep this chapter only in the drafts. So here you go.

Well, see y'all soon I suppose!

Let me know how you liked it! I personally think it was cringy as hell, but I'll be really happy if you would vote and comment, letting me know what you think.

Until next time!
Belle❤️

Ps: if I were to make another fan fic, should I make another mlb one(based on some movie so I'll have a plot lmao) or an original one but not mlb(NaLu)❤️?