Here's the second chapter, which is basically Félix's version of the song "Satisfied." We know Félix is fairly aloof, but is he really as cold-hearted as he seems? And what was going through his head and heart while watching Marinette with his brother? This chapter, you get to find out.

It was the night of Adrien and Marinette's wedding. The ceremony had ended and they were at the reception. The party was large, as was to be expected of an Agreste function. The bridal party was small, but that was to accommodate the large number of guests that had been invited to the wedding.

Marinette had insisted on keeping it simple, since she found extravagance to be unnecessary. However, she caved when she realized that Gabriel wanted to use the wedding as an opportunity to put her designing and sewing chops to the test, by making not only her own wedding dress, but the dresses for the bridesmaids.

The newlyweds were sitting at the table, and Nino, one of Adrien's groomsmen, had started a toast for the couple. He was holding a flute of champagne and looked a little buzzed, but otherwise he was okay.

Everyone was clapping for Adrien and his new wife, and they were so in love with each other, it made some people sick. Adrien was not afraid to kiss Marinette's cheek in public, and she seemed to welcome the affection.

However, not everyone was at their happiest for the pair…

"Alright, alright, that's what I'm talkin' about!" Nino sang, finishing one of his speeches. "Now, everyone give it up for the best man, Monsieur Félix Agreste!"

Félix stood up, holding a flute of champagne himself. His typical scowl slowly quirked up into a smile… But if one took a closer look, it seemed that Félix was forcing it.

He raised his champagne glass, and sang, "A toast to the groom. (To the groom! To the groom! To the groom!)"

Félix looked over to the couple of the hour and sang, "To the bride! (To the bride! To the bride! To the bride!)"

Félix walked over to his brother, stood him up, and gave him a hug from the side. For once in their lives, the two brothers were getting along. They had never had the best relationship, but a wedding was never situation where bickering was welcome. So, they were unknowingly in the middle of a cease-fire.

Out his peripheral vision, Félix saw Marinette smiling and laughing at their exchange.

"From your brother (Monsieur Félix! Monsieur Félix! Monsieur Félix!)! Who is always by your side! (By your side! By your side!)" Félix sang.

Adrien broke free from his brother and went over to his wife, who had stood up to join her husband.

Félix never showed interest in many things, but it was clear that he enjoyed Marinette's company, and that he was happy that she and Adrien were wed. It was an odd sight, seeing Félix with a smile on his face for more than a second.

Especially since the state of affairs in Paris, France, was not necessarily the best. The nation was in the midst of helping America gain their independence from Britain. This meant that there was no way to know who would be shipped off to war and when. Luckily, no one in the Agreste family had to worry about it, but it was still unnerving. To be able to cut loose at a wedding was a nice change of pace.

"To your union! (To your union! To the revolution!)" Félix sang, letting his voice ring out, loud and proud.

He someday wanted to see the faces of his future nephews or nieces. Félix would be at ease if Adrien had more than two kids. With his personality, Félix had full confidence that Adrien and Marinette would be great parents.

"And the hope that you provide! (You provide! You provide!)" Félix sang, trying his best to hide the tears that were about to fall down his face.

Félix may not have always been able to get on with his brother, but he knew that Adrien was very unhappy in the mansion. In fact, Félix could have sworn that Adrien came alive whenever he was spending time with the Dupain-Chengs.

He hoped and prayed that Adrien and Marinette would have the happiest marriage in the world.

"May you always… (Always) Be satisfied!" Félix sang.

Once he sang that last word, the room paused and started to spin like he was in a vortex. Félix was standing still, but as the wind and the energy swirled around, Félix felt like the floor beneath him opened up. He wound up falling through the air.

Félix saw moments from Adrien and Marinette's romance all the way up to the wedding.

Right from Marinette and Adrien's wedding kiss, everything seemed to be going backwards like a film. Félix saw Adrien rubbing his knuckles atop his head when Adrien broke the news that he had gotten Tom Dupain's blessing to marry Marinette. Félix then witnessed Marinette's first visit to the estate, and Adrien's reaction to seeing her arrival. Next, Félix saw Adrien swooning over one of Marinette's letters to him. Finally, there was the first dance Adrien and Marinette shared the night they first met, including the kiss on Marinette's hand that Adrien gave her.

"Rewind, rewind. Helpless, sky's, sky's… Drownin' in em, drownin', rewind…" Voices in the background sang.

Félix squeezed his eyes shut as he kept "falling" and then for a second, everything was still. Félix opened his eyes, blinked a bit, and realized where he was. He was back at the Grand Paris hotel… during the night where he and Adrien met Marinette for the first time.

"I remember that night, I just might (rewind); I remember that night, I just might (rewind)! I remember that night, I remember that…" Félix sang, as he realized what had happened.

He and Adrien were standing on the staircase entering the ballroom in the lobby.

"Félix, come on," Adrien bitterly said, getting Félix's attention. "The party's going to start. My friends are waiting for me."

Félix sighed in annoyance. He was only there because Gabriel had insisted that Félix attend to see if he could find a noble woman to wed. If not for that, Félix would not have bothered gallivanting with people he would have identified as riffraff.

On the other side of that fence, Félix understood that Nino and Nathanaël were the only genuine friends Adrien had.

The brothers started descending the stairs to go into the party. Adrien would always look forward to a chance to socialize with other people and just be a normal man.

Once they entered the room, Nino and Nathanaël waved Adrien over. Adrien immediately walked over to his pals.

"I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days." Félix sang, as he looked around the room and saw everything was exactly how he remembered it the first time it occurred.

The girls were looking at the two brothers. Their squealing and "oohing" filled the room. The high and middle-class women were staring at both of the blonde boys.

Several of the girls sashayed their way over to Félix, all with either champagne or wine in their hands. They were all flirting with him, trying to get his attention. Félix paid them no mind. One girl from Italy, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a slightly tan skin tone had wrapped her arms around one of Félix's, giving him a seductive smile and batting her eyelashes.

"I remember those wealthy girls tripping over themselves to win our praise." Félix sang, scorn in his voice.

Félix merely removed his arm without a word and started to walk away.

One of the servers had glasses of Pinot gris on a tray. Félix took a sip of the alcohol, tuning out everyone around him. However, he looked around at the candle lights and they felt ethereal, and he lost his focus for a second.

Félix felt like he was dreaming for a second.

"I remember that dreamlike candlelight, like a dream that you can't quite place." Félix sang.

However, he heard the doors open. He looked in the direction of the sound and Félix's eyes went wide. He saw Marinette Dupain-Cheng walk in with her parents and all of the baked goods that they had brought to the function.

Félix had a faint blush on his face as he observed Marinette. She had a big smile on her face and was helping her parents set up the table.

Félix kept his eyes on Marinette. It was the first time in his life he had seen a girl so happy about something other than wealthy men all around her. He had never seen a girl so beautiful.

"Go on and enjoy yourself, Marinette. We're fine for the rest of the night." Tom said.

"Okay, Papa!" Marinette said with a smile and a loaf of bread in her hands.

As soon as she put the loaf down, Marinette smoothed out her dress and then made her way to the dance floor to talk with some of her friends.

"But dear Marinette, I will never forget the first time I saw your face." Félix sang.

As he was watching Marinette, the rush of emotions Félix was feeling were foreign to him. At that point, he knew he was too far gone.

Félix was sure that her eyes were equivalent to a newly-discovered precious metal. He could swear a bouquet of bluebells, cornflowers, and forget-me-nots took the place of Marinette's irises.

The dress she was wearing fit her figure perfectly. The color suited her well, and it was a very tasteful dress, too.

"I have never been he same. Pretty blue eyes in a hunger-pang frame." Félix sang.

Félix found himself unconsciously walking over to Marinette, not sure why he was acting the way he was.

'Wait, what am I doing?' Félix thought, as he approached her. Félix could not his beeline to the girl. Everything else minus Marinette seemed to fade from his vision.

He cleared his throat to get her attention, and she turned to him. She blinked innocently and then told him, "Bonsoir!"

Félix's face turned as red as a fresh rose, his mind went completely blank, and he felt his heart burn with passion.

"And when you said "Hi," I forgot my dang name." Félix sang.

It felt like fire had ignited in his chest, and it was spreading everywhere in his body. And it was not the fire of anger or rage that he would feel when or if he would fight with Adrien, or the same time of fire he felt whenever he was practicing his fencing with some of the castle staff. Félix realized that this was the type of fire that Gabriel would talk about whenever he would reminisce about Félix and Adrien's late mother, Bijou.

For reasons unknown to him, all Félix wanted to do was hold Marinette close to him. He secretly imagined how she would feel in his embrace. He had no clue why these ideas were floating through his mind, all because he laid eyes on a cute girl with good fashion sense.

"Set my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflame. This is not a game…" Félix sang.

Félix immediately put any and all romantically-inclined thoughts out of his mind, and quietly walked off to the balcony.

"What? Hey, wait up!" Marinette shouted after him.

Félix was aware that he was rude to the girl, but he needed to get out of there before he did anything unbecoming of the Agreste name.

Félix was soon out of the room and on the balcony outside. He sighed, relieved that he had removed himself from that situation. He held onto the railing, before looking out to the scene before him.

'Damnit, what happened to me back there?' Félix thought to himself. 'All she does is tell me "Bonsoir" and all of a sudden I'm tongue-tied?' Félix thought to himself.

He was confused. Why did he clam up?

Unknown to him, Marinette had followed him out to the balcony. It was more to see if he was okay than anything else.

"Are you alright?" Marinette inquired.

Félix turned to look at her and he went red again, before clearing his throat.

"Yes, I'm okay." Félix said, returning to his usual aloof demeanor.

"You strike me as a young man who has never been satisfied." Marinette sang, as she approached the railing where Félix was standing.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean. Don't forget yourself." Félix coldly sang, curious as to why Marinette would say that.

He leaned off the railing and crossed his arms with a quirked brown on his face. Unknown to him, Marinette had hit the nail on the head.

Just talking to her was making him a little anxious. He was known to be cold and callous towards girls. However, Félix only bothered socializing cordially with women of high socio-economic status. Otherwise, he would give ladies the brush-off.

So, the fact he was talking to a random girl without coercing himself was out of character for him. As far as he knew, she was not a noble girl.

"Not like me. I'm always satisfied." Marinette sang, as she gave him a smile and seemed not to pay any mind to his attitude.

"Is that right?" Félix sang, as his scowl turned upwards into a smile.

"I've always been satisfied." Marinette sang, as she backed away from the railing.

Félix was intrigued by this girl. He could not help but engage her further in conversation. There was just something about her that he could not help but gravitate towards.

He politely put a hand to his chest and gave her a light bow. His heart was pounding quickly and he was unsure as to why he was being so polite to this girl. He then demonstrated proper custom and kissed her hand.

"Miss, you may call me Félix Agreste." Félix sang, before looking up into her eyes.

Marinette gave a curtsy and sang, "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Where's your family from?" Félix inquired, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow.

He wanted to make sure that she was of good family so he could potentially pursue a courtship with Marinette. He found her appealing, especially when compared to all of the other women that were in the party.

"The Dupain-Cheng bakery, but I'll make fine dresses someday. Just you wait! Just you wait!" Marinette confidently sang, before doing a twirl and then skipping away to go and find her friends.

Once Marinette had left Félix on the balcony, he cracked a rare, genuine smile, but this smile was even rarer because there was the faintest trace of affection in it.

His heart was throbbing harder than ever before. He felt so alive after talking with Marinette, and it was a sensation he had never experienced in his whole life. He realized something important: he had a crush on Marinette, and wanted more.

Félix thought over everything that had just occurred.

He finally found a girl who was smart enough to have him pegged right almost immediately. But then she made a point that they were different in the sense that she was happy with what she had in life.

They were on the same intellectual wavelength with each other, and that made Félix want more and more from her. As he was letting his mind wander to more moments with Marinette, he was completely oblivious to the pitfalls he would have to contend with.

"So, so, so… So, this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level. What the hell is the catch?!" Félix sang, as he felt invigorated with passion.

For just a second, he had been set free for the briefest of moments. For Félix, his life was filled to the brim with darkness, and every sad, negative thing that came with it.

Then Marinette came along and they shared a conversation. If there were a lantern in Félix's mind and heart, she had just found it and lit it up. He was very appreciative of this sensation.

To Félix, he had just experienced a dream while wide awake, almost as if he was hit by lightning. It made him very happy. He spun around a bit, almost like he had shared a dance with Marinette.

"It's the feeling of freedom, of seein' the light! It's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite! You see it, right?" Félix sang, as he walked back into the party.

Once he was back in the ballroom, he went back to talking with other girls. However, his mind kept wandering to Marinette and his chat with her earlier. He talked with Marinette for longer than any other girl he had encountered in the past. It was a new experience to him and was wondered what on earth was going on.

The way the two of them stood their ground with each other made Félix feel really proud and good about it.

It was as if they shared a dance with each other, and the rush was making Félix's face turn red, but he was also hoping part of it was the alcohol talking, too.

"The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes. Ev'rything we said in total agreement, it's a dream, it's a bit of a dance." Félix sang.

Félix remembered how her posture was perfect and she was not intimidated by his usually distant attitude. He found it pleasant and he wanted to go through it over and over again.

She was not scared of him. He had never met a woman who was not after his money and status that was totally fearless. Marinette looked him in the eyes, almost as if she could read him like a book.

In a way, Félix and Marinette were having a stare-down and stand-off with each other, but it was pleasant for both of them. Marinette meant no harm and she only wanted to make sure Félix was okay.

"A bit of a posture, it's a bit of stance!" Félix sang, loving the rush and energy going through him.

Félix noticed Marinette was out on the dance floor, talking to Alya Césaire and two other girls.

He was sorely tempted to go over there and ask for a waltz with Marinette. Félix also wanted to keep talking to her, to potentially court her. His heart was accelerating faster than ever before, and it was a welcome sensation.

Problem was, when it came to interacting positively with girls, he struggled a bit. That was a skill that he was sure Adrien inherited. In fact, that was one of the reasons he and Adrien were often at each other's throats: Félix could not flirt to save his life.

But if he wanted to win over Marinette, he had to give it a shot. If she was not interested, he would back off. That was what gentlemen did, after all.

"I don't know how to flirt, but I'mma give it a chance!" Félix sang, as he smiled at the sight of her beauty.

Félix was also impressed with how she looked him in the eyes and gave him a confident answer when he inquired about her background and her family. It was clear that she was not ashamed of them, nor did she have any intention of deceiving him.

Félix wondered if she was even trying to marry up in class. If she was not, Félix found that trait to be very appealing.

Félix found it obvious that Marinette was not high-class, but still had to work hard in life. Not that he cared at that point. Rather, he admired how steadfast she was and how she liked working hard for her family.

"I asked about her fam'ly, did you see her answer? She looked me in the eyes, instead of askance. Not penniless, still flying by the seat of her pants." Félix sang, realizing what was going on.

As he kept his eyes on Marinette, he only saw more beauty in Marinette. In fact, Marinette was the most beautiful creature that Félix had ever seen in his whole life. Not just inside, but outside, too.

Her blue eyes were so attractive that he wanted to get lost in them and never find his way out.

It was apparent to him that Marinette was oblivious to how appealing she was to boys. He was sure that he had seen other men making eyes at her in the room.

Marinette's hair was dark as the night sky the party had that very evening. However, Félix felt that it would be even more attractive if her hair was longer – maybe down to her mid-back, or her waist.

"Gorgeous, she doesn't know it! Dark hair, and I wish that she'd grow it!" Félix sang, imagining himself and Marinette together.

He soon started thinking about what the two of them could do together if they got out of that party and went elsewhere to have some privacy. Maybe he could start to woo her and they could potentially get married.

"I wanna take her far away from this place." Félix sang, as he imagined all he and Marinette could do together.

However, he felt someone tug on his arm. Félix turned to his left and saw Adrien had ran up to him and pulled him aside.

Félix followed his brother's line of sight, and it was just his black-cat-like luck that the girl that caught Adrien's eye was Marinette.

"Then I turn and see my brother's face, and he is…" Félix sang.

"Helpless…" Adrien sang, as he was gazing at Marinette with red-hot affection.

Félix was looking between the dark-haired girl and his brother, and it was clear to Félix that Adrien was too far gone. He had fallen for Marinette even harder than Félix himself.

"And I know he is…" Félix sang.

"She's so beautiful, Félix… I gotta talk to her! I want to get to know her! And don't you dare get in the way." Adrien said, whispering this in Félix's ear.

Félix felt a shiver run up his spine. He did not know what to do. On the one hand, he liked Marinette as well, but if he wound up causing a scene by picking a fight with his brother in public over a girl, the reputation of the Agreste family would be called into question.

He swallowed a lump in his throat he began to sweat, and his nerves were prickling.

"Helpless…" Adrien sang.

It was clear that Adrien had hearts in his eyes and fluttering around him. That was more than could be said for Félix when he started growing feelings for Marinette.

Félix could tell that Adrien's green eyes held the light of true love in them, and Félix could swear he heard his brother's heartbeat. It was so loud and strong that doctors were bound to hear it without their tools, either.

Seeing the smitten look on his brother's face, Félix flinched and felt a really huge pit form in his stomach.

"And his eyes are just…" Félix sang.

"Helpless…" Adrien sang, as he put a hand to his cheek.

"I'm head-over-heels, Félix…" Adrien said. "I have to know her name."

Félix sighed in defeat. He knew what he had to do. Félix forced a mischievous smile onto his face, and started walking over to Marinette.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Adrien asked in a hushed whisper.

Félix did not answer. He was focused on Marinette and Marinette alone. Once Félix reached her, he tapped her shoulder to get her attention.

Marinette turned around, and gave Félix a smile. She said, "Oh, Félix. What can I do for you?"

"I couldn't help but notice your dress. You say you made it yourself?" Félix asked.

"Oh, yes, I did." Marinette said, giving Félix a big smile.

That smile made Félix very happy. It made him want to steal her away from everything right then and there. Sadly, as much as he wanted Marinette for himself, he knew that it just was not meant to be, for a variety of reasons.

His dreams of true love with Marinette came crashing down on him as he remembered the reality of his situation.

"And I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time." Félix sang, with some other people in the background.

Félix saw Adrien out of his peripheral vision. He chuckled dryly when he saw his younger brother biting his nails and shivering like a sinner in church.

"Follow me." Félix said, as he locked arms with Marinette and faced Adrien.

Félix was basically going out of his way for his brother for once, so he felt like he had a right to see Adrien squirm for a bit.

Félix was really trying his best not to burst out laughing when he saw Adrien slap himself in the face, then hold up a trembling fist in frustration. Then he caught sight of Nino and Nathanaël coming up to Adrien to help him feel better.

Félix inclined his face in Adrien's direction. When Marinette looked in that direction as well, she gave Adrien a big smile. Félix was a little jealous that Marinette gave Adrien a smile laced with affection instead of him.

The latter caught sight of Marinette's tender face, and then he blushed, smiled with lovesick eyes, and then he fell backwards. Nino caught him by the shoulders, trying to help him standing up.

Once again, Félix had trouble smothering a laugh. Seeing his brother act so insane over a cute girl was entertaining.

Refocusing on the task at hand, Félix started leading Marinette over to Adrien.

"Where are you taking me?" Marinette asked, a little nervous.

Félix picked up on this, but hoped that once she and Adrien met, she would calm down.

Félix immediately saw that Adrien noticed that he and Marinette were coming over to him. Thus, Adrien had stood up straight, fixed his tie, slapped his cheeks to put a smile on his face, and then cleared his throat. He was still blushing.

"I'm about to change your life." Félix said, still having a fake smile plastered on his mouth.

He was deliberately vague on what his intentions were, especially since the fact that he was planning on introducing his crush to his younger brother was making him sick to his stomach.

"Okay, then… Lead the way." Marinette said anxiously, and then Félix brought her over to his brother.

The scene paused and Félix pulled down a chart.

"This is me, and this is my brother." Félix explained.

He pointed to a circle that had an 'F' in it, and then a little further below, there was a circle with an 'A' inside it. These circles represented himself and Adrien.

The chart explained that Félix had a lot on his shoulders. Under the circle that represented Félix, there was a list of obligations that he had to fulfill. The list started from "multilingual," "well-educated," and "ruthless business sense" all the way down to "married well," and "minimum of one male child."

Between himself and Adrien, Félix was the one with the most responsibilities to the family. To start with, he had to marry a woman who had exceptional pedigree, and have a son with her.

The majority of the social events Félix would attend were to meet and potentially start a courtship with such a girl. Much to his chagrin, Gabriel would often get Félix to spend time with one Chloé Bourgeois, the daughter of André Bourgeois, a man of similar status and wealth to the Agrestes.

Because of this, it was hoped by both fathers that Chloé and Félix would wed. It would bring both families great wealth and assets, not to mention high status for future generations.

As the firstborn son of a noble family, that was the custom and social idea of marriage: a business deal.

"Number one!"

"I'm a man in a world in which having kids is top priority. I am the eldest son, so I need a wife from a good family!" Félix sang, and then he pulled the chart down before it sprung back up off the scene.

The scene changed to him standing in the center of the ballroom, surrounded by his peers in business and social class. As the successor to his father, he would one day have to represent the Agreste family.

Due to his situation, this meant he had to keep his wits about him. Luckily for him, he had a good poker face.

This would come in handy for him in the future, especially once he married. Any hearsay or gossip could be used against him and the family in the future, so he had to do everything right to avoid fueling any rumors.

But most importantly, he had to do what his father expected of him, so anything he did would have to get the green light from Gabriel, no matter how much Félix would protest.

"Cause I'm the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip here in Paris is insidious." Félix sang, as he soon changed the scene.

He was once again looking at Marinette with affection in his eyes. His heart yearned for her. She was not a high-class woman, but she was not flat-out broke either. Her family had means, but she was still not wealthy enough to be considered a worthy bride for the firstborn son of a family as elite as the Agrestes.

Either way, what made him an appealing man to marry was that he was a man who could afford the finer things in life. He was also very smart and capable of good business.

Ironically, that was what was preventing him from a marriage with Marinette. He wanted Marinette for himself, but he knew that it would be impossible due to the fate of his family resting on him.

"But sweet Marinette's not penniless. HA! That doesn't make me want her any less." Félix sang, as tears started to stream down his face.

The scene resumed and Félix was now making the proper introductions between Adrien and Marinette.

Félix had let go of Marinette's arm, and she was maintaining eye contact with Adrien, not giving the older Agreste brother a second look. It did not go unnoticed by Félix that Marinette was blushing and smiling much more at the sight of Adrien. It made Félix feel like the champagne in his stomach turned to vinegar.

Félix would never admit it, but the fact that Adrien was able to steal away the attention of girls just by smiling rather than his social status was something he also envied. Félix also wished that he was able to do that, too.

Félix saw the red in his brother's cheeks and how skittish he looked for a brief second. Yet again, Félix tried his best not to let his amusement show. He still had a smile on his face, but it was more casual than anything.

"I'm Adrien Agreste. It's an honor to meet you." Adrien said, giving a bow with a hand to his chest.

Félix was impressed that his brother managed to pull himself together in time to meet the young lady. Once again, he kept his poker face on.

"Agreste?" Marinette asked, curiously tilting her head.

She looked between Félix and Adrien, as if wondering what their connection was.

"My brother." Félix said, standing in between the two.

Félix himself was a little confused that Marinette did not clue in that he and Adrien were brothers until later. Considering how often the brothers were seen together, he wondered if she was just not paying attention, or if she did not care.

"Oh…" Marinette said. She then made a face that seemed like she realized something.

"I didn't know you had a brother. I don't follow along with all this high-society stuff. I prefer making clothes to wear." Marinette said with a smile and shrug.

Félix then realized why Marinette seemed disinterested in status: because she was. She preferred designing dresses as opposed to finding a husband.

However, he already knew that she had goals of becoming a seamstress, and was impressed she did not want to have to marry into the job. Félix felt just a little more affection for her.

On the other hand, he knew that she was interested in the same industry as his father made him a little wary of the situation.

"Number two!"

The scene paused once again and Félix pulled down another chart. This time, it was comparison of status vs. ambition and he was pointing between the circle with the 'M' in it for Marinette and the circles that represented him and his brother.

He made a point to cross his own circle out and put an 'X' mark between himself and Marinette's circle to represent the fact she was not interested in him for status or anything else. He drew some pictures of dresses to represent her love of fashion.

It would not have been smart to ignore that she loved to make dresses. If Félix did try to win her over, there was still a chance she would take advantage of him to work in the company. While he admitted that she had the talent necessary to design dresses, it was still an underhanded way to break into fashion.

On the other hand, while he knew Marinette was not like that, he knew better than to take chances, especially when it came to the family reputation.

"She's not after me 'cause I'm an Agreste to elevate her status, but I'd still be naïve to ignore she loves fashion design." Félix sang.

Félix knew Adrien appreciated a woman who had great taste in fashion, and Marinette certainly had that. Félix was also aware that Adrien did not have as many concerns or family obligations to worry about.

More importantly, Félix was aware that Adrien was completely in love with Marinette. Félix could tell Marinette was also fond of his brother.

However, the epiphany that Marinette had fallen for his brother instead of him, and watching Marinette and Adrien flirting with each other and making pleasant conversation with one another made Félix feel really depressed.

Félix wished that it was him making eyes with Marinette instead of his brother, but he just tried his best not to let his desires show on his face.

In a way, her earlier point about happiness was right on the money, and to him, it was frustrating.

"Maybe that is why I introduced her to my brother, he's found his bride! What were you thinking, Félix? She was right! You will never be satisfied!" Félix sang, banging himself on the head.

"Thank you for your parents' service." Adrien said, still blushing and looking at Marinette with a romantic gaze.

"If it takes my parents' baking for us to meet, it will be so worth it." Marinette said, shyly blushing while giving Adrien a curtsy.

They were making goo-goo eyes at each other, and Félix was certain that they were in love. As painful as it was to watch, Félix knew that it was better than the alternative.

"I'll leave you to it." Félix sang, as he left the two alone.

And it was a good thing he did leave the two newly-formed lovebirds to have their privacy. It was very hard for Félix cope in that situation… especially since tears were streaming down his face and that was the last thing he wanted his brother to see.

He knew Adrien like the back of his hand. Adrien was known for being a sweetheart and not flaunting his status. Rather, Félix knew Adrien found their social status to be more of a ball and chain than an asset.

Félix was also well aware that while he was as callous and calculating as their father, Adrien was the polar opposite.

He was caring and sweet by nature, and a very trusting individual. Adrien was the kind of person who would put the happiness of others before his own, even if it meant he would be emotionally hurt in the process.

Félix knew this was a double-edged sword. It meant Adrien was selfless. On the other hand, it meant Adrien was one to deny his true thoughts and feelings when someone else's were on the line.

"I know my brother like I know my own mind. You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind!" Félix sang, as the scene paused again and he let the tears flow, being sure to look back at his brother.

Félix imagined what would have happened if he did not set aside his own feelings for Marinette in favor of Adrien's happiness:

Félix would have refused Adrien's request to help him get a chance to talk to Marinette. He would then his younger brother that he loved Marinette, too.

Adrien would become withdrawn at the news; his face would fall into a forced smile and he would wish his brother good luck. He would not utter a word about his feelings on the matter after that.

If that were to happen, Félix would have Marinette as his bride and Adrien would be the best man at the wedding. Marinette would be happily nestled into Félix's embrace and they would be kissing each other with joy.

"If I tell him that I love her, he'd be silently resigned. She'd be mine!" Félix sang.

However, Félix knew what Adrien would have been feeling.

Even though he would seem happy for his brother and new wife, Adrien would most likely be anything but.

"Adrien… Are you sure you're not upset by all of this? Letting your brother marry your beloved Marinette?" Nino would ask.

"I… I'll be fine. My brother's happiness is important to me." Adrien would say, but tears were likely to be prickling behind his eyes.

However, behind closed doors, what Adrien would probably be doing was sobbing and bawling into his pillow in his bedroom, brokenhearted over the fact that Marinette married his brother instead.

Félix knew that Adrien was never one to let his tears show.

If Adrien did not cry in public over the loss of their mother, then Félix could count on his brother definitely holding back his heartbroken tears should Félix marry Marinette instead of him.

Félix knew one thing and that was if the roles were reversed, Adrien would be feeling even more devastated over losing the girl he loves than Félix ever could.

"He would say, "I'm fine." He'd be LYING!" Félix sang.

The scene changed to Félix at the wedding.

Just like the night he first met Marinette, Félix was once again out on the balcony, tears falling from his face again. He was looking up to the sky, and an image of Marinette and her blue eyes was up in the stars.

"But when I fantasize at night, I see Marinette's eyes. As I romanticize what might've been if I hadn't sized her up so quickly…" Félix sang, before turning back to look inside the wedding reception.

As tears kept streaking his face, Félix watched on as he saw Marinette and Adrien so happy together, now that they were officially man and wife.

He had never seen his brother so happy, but Félix could say the same about Marinette.

"At she's my dear Adrien's wife. At least I keep her eyes in my life…" Félix said

"Félix? Félix?" A voice said, cutting into everything.

Félix squeezed his eyes shut and then he opened them to realize that his flashback scene was over and now he was back in the wedding reception, still giving his speech.

"You okay?" Adrien asked.

"Oh…" Félix said, before clearing his throat.

"To the groom! (To the groom! To the groom! To the groom!)" Félix sang, with the guests singing along in the background. "To the bride! (To the bride! To the bride! To the bride!)"

"From your brother! (Monsieur Félix! Monsieur Félix! Monsieur Félix!)" Félix sang, as he once again gave his brother a hug. "Who is always by your side (By your side! By your side!)!"

Once Félix broke the hug, he raised his glass again and sang, "To your union! (To the union! To the revolution!)"

Félix raised his voice an octave and sang, "And the hope that you provide! (You provide! You provide!)"

Félix let his tears flow again. Luckily for him, everyone assumed they were tears of joy. They were only half right about it, though.

"May you always (Always!) be satisfied! (Be satisfied! Be satisfied! Be satisfied!)" Félix sang, loud and proud.

The phrase "be satisfied" echoed in the background.

Félix watched as Adrien and Marinette stood up and once again started dancing, laughing, kissing, and Félix knew that this was how things were meant to be.

"And I know… They'll be happy in married life…" Félix sang, as he turned away and made to leave the wedding reception. "And I know…"

When asked, he replied that he needed to get away from the noise for a bit. It was getting to him. It was not a complete lie, but Félix used it mainly as an excuse.

As he left the room and kept the door open, he kept watching Marinette and Adrien, so happy together.

"They will always be satisfied. I will never be satisfied…" Félix sang, as he then shut the door, slumped down, and began silently sobbing into his folded arms.

And that's the end of it! I hope you all enjoyed it. This probably might be the first and ONLY time I'll use Félix.

Now, I need a favor from you: can you please vote on a poll that I have going on my profile right now? It's about a future Miraculous Ladybug one-shot.