#(felix001)

[caseycallahan]

Status: closed @felixxramos​

Location: Edison High School gymnasium 

Casey sits on her allotted cot with her legs crossed underneath her, taking some time to mind her business for a bit. Listening to music, she hums underneath her breath and bops along a little, her attention drawn to the lesson plan she’s getting a head start on. Might as well since she has a lot of downtime to fill over the next couple of days. Mindlessly gnawing at her bottom lip, her eyes naturally lift from her laptop’s screen, doing a double take when she sees her friend. “Felix!” She calls after them, smiling brightly as she slides her headphones down around her neck. “Hey! I was actually hoping I saw you around. I guess I could’ve texted you, but anyway. My mom and I were going to try to do some yoga wherever we can find space in the morning if you wanted to join,” Casey extends the offer.

[annie-perrault]

hunter of the name || annie & fee

@felix-tee​

[She shot Felix Tee. She shot Felix Tee. Felix goddamn Tee. What the hell? What sort of absurd, cruel, bizarre fragment of her psyche thought that was going to be fun?

As if the Games weren’t bad enough on their own. She’d been freaking out quite effectively without the appearance of one of her favourite singers, and she’d just seen someone go for the weapons cache, and she panicked because she didn’t have any weapons, so she went for the cache too, and she found a pistol, which she’s not as accurate with as a bow but still a good shot, and she just... freaked out.

He was running away. So now Annie is the evil idiot that shot someone as they ran away, and it was only after that she caught a glimpse of him and realised just how bad she’d fucked up. She’d been up all night trying not to hyperventilate, with the girls offering her soothing advice. They’d eventually convinced her that she should just apologise to him, and Maisie has assured Annie that he’s super nice. So... she’s going. She’s going to do that. She’s going to talk to... Felix Tee. Stupid nightmare. She’d so love to stop waging psychological warfare on herself for just five minutes.

Maisie said he was in Delma, so she lurks awkwardly outside the common room, too shy to message any of the Delmas she knows. Just as she was about to give up, Cambie came out and asked Annie with her usual soft expression if she was waiting to go in. It would be too awkward to lie, so she says yes and slinks in, leaving Cambie to go about her day. Felix stands out like a... not a sore thumb, because that’s ugly. Maybe like a peacock among peahens. Annie feels particularly gloomy and plain by contrast, but she’s come all this way. She has to.] 

Hey, um, you’re-- [Oh god, don’t say ‘you’re Felix Tee’. He knows who he is.] Um, I just wanted to say I’m really sorry for, uh, shooting you last night. It was me, and like, I really hope I didn’t hurt you? I wouldn’t have shot if I’d realised it was you, you know-- [She breaks off in an awkward laugh, twining her hair anxiously around a finger.] I just panicked and shot, and then it was like, what the hell kind of nightmare world is this where I’m shooting Felix Tee, y’know? I’m so... so embarrassed, and I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry. Like, really sorry.

[lumosrosie]

with: felix // @thirdwars​

“d’you think we’ll have it all done in time?” rose asked, looking up from the mixing bowl she had been hunched over for what seemed like hours. their grandmother deserved the best cake they could rummage up, of course, but she wasn’t sure that she was the most qualified weasley to take care of that task. “and we don’t have any streamers yet, do we? anywhere?” she said with a huff. “should we have asked some of the others to help, you think?”

[spellbindingnights]

Celia was surprised, but she nodded her head slowly. "Okay" she responded after a moment. She then shrugged off the shirt she was about to button up but still stood up and walked towards the window. "Yeah... you are right" she agreed. "I shouldn't be driving with this conditions" she said before turning to face him. The animals at her farm would be okay, she made sure to leave then inside the barn.

"So..." she hummed before returning to his bed and crawled up to him. "What do you do during sleepovers?" She smirked playfully before her lips found his for the millionth time that night. @ofginjxints

Felix pulled his own pants on and broke the silence with quite a matter-of-fact suggestion. "Yeah, well, if you want to." He didn't want to make her stay but they seemed to have slept with each other and left in the middle of the night enough. "The storm's pretty bad and I've got an unopened toothbrush somewhere."

[angel-thorne]

‘socials’ scarcities | felix and angel

@felix-tee​:

[He remembers when his manager had first said the name—Angel Thorne. Prestigiously known writer, who wrote and produced for some of the best, platinum artists in the world. Known for his versatility, his ‘inexplicable genius’—and for his rising from the dead. Felix had given an eager yes to the proposal of hiring him to be one of the writers for his album, if only because he’d heard he was the best, and Felix knew that he deserved nothing less. To work with someone as legendary as Angel Thorne would surely do great things for his career, ‘slightly mad’ or not.

But he’d never expected Angel’s supposed ‘madness’ to be quite like what it was. In fact, Felix didn’t find him mad at all. He found him inspiring, and energetic, and totally fascinating. They hit it off like a house on fire, and collaborating with him with Fee’s songs had been a breeze. He’d also not anticipated calling him a friend—a comforting face to visit him in a time he refused all visitors other than his father, and a musician he’d one day be working on public collab with—a song featuring Angel himself, with both their names in the artist track. 

It’d have been an honor. Something to get him onto all kinds of talk shows, and TV spots, he was sure. He imagined interviews with Angel, laughing and acting like the best of friends in front of a live audience, making oh-so-many people jealous…. but it’d all become a pipe dream when D-Day happened, and interrupted all that. A song they never finished. 

He’s so shocked to see his face now, that it takes him a moment to catch up. Characteristically, Angel is already off babbling about something, but Felix is still stuck on the part where Angel is not only alive, but here, in this Colony of all places. Here. Now.]

Oh. My. God. Angel? What are you—Oh my God! [He approaches Angel quickly, going in for a hug. A hug from Felix Turner is actually rare. Touchy though he may be, he likes to control his displays of affection. His greetings are usually lavish and repeated kisses on cheeks, a lot of touching of shoulders and surveying outfits with over the top compliments. Sometimes, when he hugs, it’s brief, and more of a display, than it is a real embrace. 

That time he’d found his father in the airport though—that had been real. And when he’d said goodbye to Dee the morning he’d left Colony 30. And now. 

His arms wrap around Angel’s neck and he inhales a familiar scent of him. Lavender and nectar and unidentified spice. Memories rush back like a tidal wave and the corners of his eyes prickle.] I can’t believe you’re here? How long have you been here? I can’t believe I didn’t know! Father didn’t say—maybe he didn’t know, but I… Oh my God, it’s so good to see you!

[The hug is more than he’d anticipated, and even more welcome for it. Angel welcomes Fee into his arms warmly, fondly. The first thing he notes is how small Fee is, how thin. He’s got a naturally slender form, of course, but once you’ve seen someone at their worst, pale and skeletal in the hospital, it’s difficult not to worry. Angel knows better than most just how frail the human body can be.

And it doesn’t always help, knowing that the Afterlife is waiting. The journey there is painful. He wouldn’t want anyone to rush to get there, particularly not bright spots of sun like Felix. D-Day must have been tough on him. He’d been at a particularly vulnerable place in his life, before. The pressure of fame is difficult to bear, because if you open up about it the response is always ‘boo-fuckin’-hoo, wipe your tears away with your hundred dollar bills’. Angel is glad that he’d come back from that, hit rock bottom and then was raised back up on a feathered tide, before he met Felix. He had hoped that maybe he could help in some way, guide Fee away from some of the mistakes Angel himself had made.

When he pulls away, he sees the sheen of tears gathering in the young man’s eyes.]

Ohh, dearheart, I know, I know. [Angel cups Fee’s cheeks in his hands, a thumb rubbing a soothing back-and-forth across the rosy skin.] Jesus, I’ve not seen anyone from the old days in years. And here you are! And your da, too? That’s… [Angel lets out a long, soft exhale on the brim of a distant smile.] Wow. What a beautiful thing. You’re just a sight for sore eyes. How’ve you been?

[The question is asked more earnestly than he usually would, not as a casual greeting but as a genuine enquiry. He knows it bugs Fee when people make a fuss of him over what he reads as the wrong reasons, but Angel can’t help himself from fussing. He’s a fussy person, by every definition.]

[nutcrackin]

@illcutthrough​

“Hey, if I beat you can I take the sword?” 

That’s not something you can throw out to a stranger without a warn but that demanded thinking power she lacked. Misako appeared quite lax with her approach, seemingly motivated by the wooden weapon he had. In River City everyone was constantly fighting so she supposed it would be the same here. 

He should be thankful that she was making the effort of actually asking instead of going right to the punches.

[ofveela]

who: @felixbautista​ where: rosa lie teabag, diagon alley when: late afternoon

Jean-Luc had an unreasonable amount of favorite places, but Diagon Alley’s resident tea shop just might top the list. As soon as he stepped through the doors, the various aromas soothed him, all the stresses from the day fading away with the promise of a nice cup of chamomile. After a second’s pause where he closed his eyes, taking it all in, he opened them again with a faint smile on his face and scanned the cafe for the perfect table. It seemed he wasn’t the only one he knew who’d sought solace from the world in the confines of the teashop, and waving his hand in greeting he carefully picked his way over to Felix’s table. “Is this seat taken?” Gesturing towards the empty seat, he looked a bit embarrassed at the concept of interrupting. “I would love some company myself, but I know this is the ideal place to sit alone and think.”

[cambieandrews]

felix-tee‌:

Really? So you mean you didn’t put me in this dorm because I’m a luminescent glow that lights up your dark world? Hmm. I’m not sure I buy that, [he says with a cheeky smirk and a playful cock of his brow.

‘You’re an adult’ she says. And you know, it’s something he really wishes his father would say more often. Or at all. Somehow it’s been years and Henry is still passive aggressively accusing Felix of being immature as frequently and reliably as when he was thirteen going on thirty. ] Wow, okay, does this thing have a record option? [He points to his PDD, expression dripping with sarcasm.] Because I might need you to say that again so I can play it back for my father. [Wow, his sass is on fire. Apparently he’s worn thin of his sweet-and-charming display, and his true colours are shining through. Not that he thinks that’s a bad thing. Cambie seems to like him well enough already—she’ll probably like his sense of humour. Who wouldn’t?] 

Okay, that sounds good then… [he glances around the quaint common room, but decides he’s too tired to scrutinize it right now. Maybe later tonight.] I think I will have that nap then. It’s been really nice meeting you, love. Thanks for making me feel so welcome. 

Ah, but I didn’t know you when I was doing your dorm assignment. Obviously now that I’ve met you, I’d have to switch you into Phosphenes if you weren’t there already. 

[Her grin matches Fee’s, cheeky and light. She hopes his bright sense of humour persists; it would be nice to have someone in her House that she doesn’t have to battle constantly. She knows nobody really resents her for it, but it can be... isolating, at times. She’s such a mother hen to them all that it sort of feels like she doesn’t have many actual friends. Fee might be a good ten years younger than her, but she feels like they’ve genuinely enjoyed each others company. She can honestly say she’s looking forward to seeing him again.

It does make her a little sad that he asks her jokingly if they can record the ‘you’re an adult bit’, because it feels like another fragment of insight into what is clearly a strained relationship even if Fee delivers it as a joke, but she still leans in a fraction of an inch towards his PDD with a cheeky grin as she says:] 

Paging Mr. Liamson-Turner, your son is, in fact, a man now. [She chuckles, shaking her head.] Alright, honey, you rest up. You can message me if you need anything, or have any questions. If not, I’ll be in touch soon about doing some dancing.

FIN

poor man’s notre dame | feebee

[ticxtoc-ontheclock]

This kid had the crazy eyes, but it excited some part of Tic, especially as the flame all but appeared from his hand. “Whoa!” Tic gasped dramatically, jumping back a bit, “why in the world did they let ya have that!? And what fun could we have with it?”

“Whoa whoa, darlin,” he said, catching the body that rushed by him with a single arm, “Where’s the fire, sugar?”

[supersonicdreams]

midnightsaboteur​:

“They pass the time, they’re reasonably entertaining, not everything has to have a serious message behind it, babe,” Felix teased gently to Dalia’s point, the playful smirk still upon his lips as he spoke. He sighed contently once more into their kiss as it went on, her suggestion of skipping the movie having an obvious meaning behind it that drew the smirk even wider upon his lips. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” Felix murmured back, playing dumb for teasing effect given he full well knew exactly what Dalia was referring to. 

.

“I know, but my point is that there are way better movies to pass the time and they are not deep or anything” she grinned as her fingertips lightly brushed over Felix’s skin underneath his shirt. “Well... we can play Monopoly” she joked playfully. “Didn’t you like that game? Or was it Clue?” She grinned, looking up at him with an adoring and completely enamoured smile.

[annie-perrault]

hunter of the name || annie & fee

felix-tee​:

[‘Felix, you’re so bad!’ Fee lets out a laugh, throwing his head back, somehow still elegant as his Adam’s apple bobs and his cheeks flush. Were it not for the grace about him, his laugh might’ve been something of a cackle. But as it is, it’s too dainty, too bell-like to really fit the word.

But he laughs, because Dee used to say that to him too. For a very brief (and embarrassing) moment, he misses her. But it makes him all the more relieved to have found Maisie and Annie. Things are looking up.] Mm, girl don’t I know it, [he hums, smirking and crossing one leg over the other.] But honey, that’s what makes me so good. 

[But the smug look drops off his face when she asks if she can tell him a secret, and it’s replaced with eager excitement. Oooh, he does love a secret. And boy gossip.] Um, yes girl, dish! Except don’t think I’m going to forget you just told me you went on a date with a car-thief. Girl, that’s wild. I expect all the details later—

[Oh my God. Never been kissed? Oh this is too good. It’s Fee’s turn for his jaw to drop.] Um, aca-scuse me? Deadset? Like, you’re not fucking with me? But you’re so pretty! Well, honey, if you’re worried about that, I mean, I’ll kiss you, if you want. Like, I’m an excellent pasher, trust me—I have references, [he jokes, throwing her a wink.] And like, obvs no offence, but it’s not like you’d have to worry about me being weird about it, because girls, like, really do nothing for me. So definitely no creeper vibes. 

☞

[His shock at the situation is comforting. Sometimes Annie almost quite likes admitting this fact about herself, because when people are shocked it provides some sort of vindication in her own mind: a little voice that says, yes, you see, I told you! It’s really odd that nobody’s wanted to kiss you before!

And she has even sometimes considered asking Maisie or Lissy if they’d kiss her (not Mira, because the consent thing is a worry), just so she could get it out of the way, because she’s seen that in movies. There is, however, a little self preservation in her mind that reminds her that that would be incredibly weird and inappropriate, and she shouldn’t alienate herself from her friends with requests like that. She’s accepted that it’ll happen when the time is right, so she’d been wildly unprepared for Felix Tee to offer to kiss her.

There’s a little Lissy on her shoulder, warning her that it’s stupid. That first kisses might be messy and weird but it should be with someone you care about -- or at least know. But there’s also her own mind thinking how her birthday is coming up and being a twenty three year old that’s never been kissed is even worse than being a twenty two year old that’s never been kissed, and maybe it’s good to practice because what if she goes on another date with Ajay and they kiss and she does something completely weird and gross just because she’s inexperienced?

She doesn’t know what to think. She already knows she shouldn’t be thinking about it at all, it’s the sort of offer you should just laugh off. But she is thinking about it. Her reservations mainly lie in whether or not it’s going to be embarrassing to look back and say her first kiss was a pity kiss. Maybe it doesn’t matter, because none of this is really real, but Annie has accepted that she could be here for a long time. She has to treat this life like it’s real, because it’s already been six years. She can’t even begin to guess where the finish line is.] 

You’d do that? [Okay, he’s gay, and only offering out of pity, but Annie also thinks it’s nice that he’d offer at all. Clearly she’s not completely grotesque -- he even said she’s pretty.] I-- I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be like... weird and cringey for my first kiss to be a pity one? Or do you think it would be better if I could like... practice? And then when it happens for real I’m less likely to do something weird? [She’s not thinking out loud, she’s really looking for Felix’s input.]