felix-best-boy

[felix-best-boy]

Strong Headed (Dalix)

David never had an issue with confrontation, his blood always on edge, ready to boil. His anger usually melding perfectly with his eagerness to challenge, but his stubbornness seems to have fully corked any desire to pursue after the one thing he truly desires.

The entity always senses when the survivors find a sort of rhythm, their only semblance of peace, and destroys it. It's never enough to take their lives and twist them into the being's sadistic fantasy, instead needing to feed on their emotional turmoil as well. Spilling their previous lives and secrets without a second thought. And unfortunately it was David's turn. It had been just another day of trials, which had almost become 'easier' as of late, able to escape in solidarity with little interruption. But it was evident as he reached the warming glow of the campfire that it was not just another day. Peering into the pale faces of his fellow survivors looking at him with something akin to pity. He wasn't sure what to expect from the long glances but he never could've prepared himself for the whisper the crow passed along to him. "David King is gay."

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The air had been different ever since, especially with his outburst following the revelation. Immediately jumping up to face everyone, barking to inquire if anyone had any issues. Finding no use in looking stupid trying to deny it, any fact whispered from the crows had been proven to be fact. Luckily enough if anyone did have any issue they kept to themself upon viewing his beet red face, full of anger. The only one who had tried to step up to him was Felix, never even getting out a word before David is brushing past him. Leaving him to stand amongst the group, only allowing him to stare at his back as he fades into the darkness of the tree line.

Felix observed this wasn't necessarily unlike him to act out like this, after 'solving' a problem he'll run off to isolate himself until his friends step in to help him regulate. And more often than not, it was Felix helping him with this. Contrary to every other time however, Felix couldn't get close enough to even talk to him. David always managed to avoid him with expertise. Their 'free time' was always spent alone, David would hide himself away, never letting Felix catch wind of where he was until he was swept away into a match. Even within the small confines of the Entity's arenas he was near impossible to find, only ever seeing David when he was on the verge of death. David would always come to his aid, unhooking and patching him up but once finished he was on his way without another word. Sprinting off into a distant direction that Felix could never truly track down.

Felix found his behavior frustratingly aggravating. He understood the severity of the situation, the implications it holds but avoiding everyone wouldn't change the facts. And it certainly won't change his opinion of the other, although his reaction is making Felix second guess if David ever really trusted him as a friend in the first place. That thought was the straw that broke the camel's back, this was not only in David's best interest now but in his own. It had been weeks since he was able to properly communicate with him and it was too long for him to let it continue any further. He wasn't as hardheaded as David, but he could be just as blunt and only cared for the truth. So next chance he saw to corner the bull, he would.

Unfortunately, it was easier decided than done, the next few days ever similar to the last couple weeks. David just as avoidant when their schedules overlapped, even as Felix's attempts for his attention begin ramping severity. Even purposely sacrificing himself during matches didn't garner the attention he was begging for anymore. Each failed attempt only amplified his frustration until he was close to boiling over, and eventually he couldn't take it anymore. He waited at the campfire for David's return. The aura he radiated was volatile and it caused the air to still, no one wishing to face his rath, knowing just as well how much he loathed the situation. His posture only emphasized this, his hands interlocked in one another, covering his mouth as his eyes bore holes into the entrance to their 'sanctuary'. He was waiting for the exact moment his prey would appear in the doorway, and when it did, he pounced.

Pushing from the log he was previously sat, he speeds past the others returning and straight up to David. His face was even as always, hiding whatever storm hid in the confines of his mind. This look only pissed Felix off further, and it wasn't until he was firmly gripping at David's wrist that he gave any reaction. He doesn't even pay attention to the other reactions shot their way, surprised by his own outburst. Too focused on the small victory from David, needing to chase down more as it wasn't enough to satisfy.

"You will follow me, or so help me I will kill you myself." He spits out, accent thickly laced on each word. His words implied a choice but his hold on the other's wrist was strong enough to burn if he decided to go against his request. After several hundred meters David had enough with being pulled at and yanked his hand away, turning Felix to face him in the process.

"Will you cut the shit? What the fuck do you want from me?" David wasn't quite yelling but his tone held an edge that tipped Felix over.

"What do I want from you?! I don't know, maybe for you to quit running away from me like a school child, to tell me how you feel like a grown adult, to explain your actions, hell even to explain why I'm the one you avoid the most after something so significant happens! I thought I was important to you but clearly I was just something to use and abuse when you feel like it, right?!" Felix knew he was pressing buttons he shouldn't be, but this was the only choice David had given him. And based on the way his face contorts, it was at least working. But it wasn't apparent just how much his worked against the other until David is threading his fingers within the starch fabric of Felix's shirt and pushing him backwards until his back slams against the rough bark of a pine tree.

"Is that really how you feel?" His face and stance still hold an overwhelming aggression but his voice wavers with uncertainty, trying to stay strong but seemingly crumbling.

"What else am I supposed to think, David?" His own tone strong as ever, showcasing just how agitated he is; especially now as pain shoots up his spine. "You've thrown me to the wind, for weeks. I thought we were friends, but I can't even ask if you're alright without you leaving me to wonder if you ever even cared for me at all." His shouts subside but the words press into an already open wound just as deep. He didn't even have a chance to process the way David's face scrunches in cringe from Felix's use of the word 'friends' before lips are roughly pressed against his own. The kiss is rough, bones pointing against each other, emotions running rampant through the forceful weight David presses into Felix. Tensed jaws settle and clenched eyes flutter open as David pulls away and the only sensation present is the sound of their ragged breaths.

As the silence grows louder, Felix's patience continues to thin. "Fuck you, this is the reason you've been avoiding me so adamantly?" Felix's fingers clenches into David's shirt in anger, David's head only hangs in disappointment as if this is the exact reality he feared. "I fucking hate you." But his next actions only seemed to debunk the words as they leave his mouth. Pulling David in by the collar, kissing him, and pressing himself flush against the other. Being so deprived from his attention that he can't help but chase the one way he receives it. Felix can feel the initial shock the other holds but as their lips move languidly it slowly seems to slowly fade from him, soon replaced with something else. David's shoulder slump and tears soon slip down his cheeks, invading the boundaries of Felix's mouth, causing him to pull away. At this David tenses, hands quickly shooting up to hold onto Felix but gentle hands rest against his own, allowing to him to rest once more. He doesn't know if he has the energy to try anymore but he doesn't need it as Felix pulls him into a tight hug, pressing David's head into his neck. Time passes, he isn't sure how long it is before David pulls from him all he knows is that it feels like too soon when he does so. David's head is still hung, only looking at the ground. Felix decides to push his luck and lift his head to meet his eyes, he didn't wait this long to stare at the top of his head. David's eyes dart around, finding it hard to hold his gaze; embarrassed with the way he treated the one he loves. Even in the subtle moonlight Felix can see the slight pink blotches that canvas across David's cheeks, brushing at them for any of the stray tears that linger there. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can take in the breath to start he's being interrupted. "I'm sorry." He tries to keep his energy but the tone he offers in defeated. "You don't have to-" Felix tries to console, before silenced once more.

"No, I do have to." He leans back on his own heals to fully look at Felix. His eyes determined to hold the one thing that still means anything to him. "It's not your fault that my secret was shared, it's not your fault that I was scared of the repercussions, and the horrid way I treated you isn't your fault. I all but threw you in the bin, and for that I'm sorry." Felix can tell he's no longer melancholy but instead angry at himself as he tone shifts. He doesn't want to lose him to the emotion though, so he presses his hand subtly against David's cheek. Not missing the way he carefully eases into the hold, sighing silently.

"You're right, it isn't my fault." He can feel David prepare himself for the worst news, but it never comes his way. "But that doesn't mean I don't understand why you did it." He pauses. "Know that I am still very upset with you over what happened but we will work on it, right?" His smile is weak, tired but needing to show he's still here and always will be. And to David it felt like more than he could ever pay back, but he was thankful for any chance Felix offered him; even though he was certain he didn't deserve such a curtesy.

"For you, I'll do anything." David mumbles into the collar of Felix's shirt, after pressing himself against him once more. Gripping tightly onto his entire world, vowing to never let go of it again.

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Dedicating this to my most recent follower, hoping you find more Dalix content after this.

[felix-best-boy]

Garden Talk (COD)

so this is not what im known for on here but its the only place i write so im posting it here. this is a domestic piece between @tactical-whorefare​​ ‘s oc, Doll, and König (MW2). i love them a lot so i really enjoyed making this. its more of a descriptive story piece that other fanfics but i like it so whatever.  

König had never been socially accepted. Always a struggle to fit in or find where he belonged. The amount of times he felt welcomed somewhere, being able to fit on a single set of fingers. Most recent being his mission in Korea, tasked with his team to take down an ever growing problem with their mafia. Though the welcoming aspect wasn’t with the mission itself but rather a certain woman he met there. Sara “Doll” Sjögren. He had never met someone so vibrant and loving as she is. She lit up the room simply with her presence and he couldn’t ask for a better friend. This feeling only amplified when she had invited him to her home back in Norway. Being further North, Norway was noticeably colder than Austria was, especially in the month of December. The contrast between the cool Winter and her warm flat were almost night and day, the warmth not only in temperature but radiated in décor as well. It was a simple one bedroom flat, a homely living room with a kitchenette in the corner of the room. Scared to move in such a small space, scared he might break everything in sight. The main almost exclusively in the color green, not the walls but the several house plants scattered across the room, almost resembling a greenhouse. Even with them being on a mission in Korea, they are all perfectly cared for. Most likely by the many members of her family, living close by. His time spent visiting her inviting apartment was a dream. It was hard to stay away from each other for any period of time, small touches just to move about the room. And of course, they talked for hours on end about anything and everything. From her family to her love of plants. Though it wasn’t that hard to guess, just from looking around the room. It was nice to hear her explain all of the plants she has, their botanical names, as well as the names she’s personally given each of them. His personal favorite was Oskar, which she labeled as Devil’s Ivy. Soon after their conversations König found himself looking around the room, wishing he could give her more space for all her plants.

“I want to make a garden for you.” He slips out, not really thinking about what he said, but when she’s silent he can’t help but look to her. She’s staring up to meet his gaze, her jaw nearly touching the ground as it hangs open in awe. “What?” He blinks in confusion. "I could lift up your sniper hood like it's a wedding veil and kiss you right now." Doll blurts out, making König laugh. It might make things awkward, but their feelings had only been ramping since Korea so he doesn’t even hesitate to lose this chance. He pulls over his hood, not even giving her an opportunity to be surprised by the looks of him before placing a small peck against her lips. He pulls away slightly trying to gauge her reaction, meeting with the most beautiful eyes, filled with so much admiration. “You can not back out now, you owe me a garden.” They both smile before she pulls him by the collar, sealing the deal with another kiss. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It had been a bit of waiting and planning, but after a little over a year they had found the perfect little country side house. Surrounded by greenery before they even had the chance to start the garden. Doll was buzzing with excitement as they started moving in, it made König smile when he could tell when ideas were being planned behind her sparkling eyes. It only made him fall in love with her more every passing day. 

The garden felt like an even longer wait, getting the house was indeed a longer process but now she can almost feel the garden in her grasp. He knew it made her crazy to wait but the season had to be just right. And when it was, nothing stopped her, even starting a few days early because “it couldn’t hurt” to start ahead. He found it endearing, much like everything she did. The times in their garden were always well spent. She would tend to every plant, making sure each one was in perfect condition before moving onto the next. The task took hours at a time but never a single moment was regretted. In this time of course he was helping but he also found time to work on his own projects. Sketching bugs.  A long time hobby, matching perfectly with Sara’s, almost worked too perfectly in their favor. Finally having the perfect environment for every subject he could ever ask for, mixing with the love of his life. Some sketches even spared for when the sun fell against her skin just perfectly, the only time he could truly capture her essence without a interruption.

As time continued, their garden season was soon coming to an end, as winter neared. Any greenery that couldn’t survive the weather had to be moved indoors, which was most, unsurprising to them both. With the last plant repotted, he can tell she feels melancholy. The warm sun, which began to set, off put the cold weather and colder emotion. So many memories that would have to wait until next spring, but maybe he could pull out one last one. The sun was shining against Sara as if it was the first and last time, all at once, and König couldn’t think of a better person to be with and this moment would never be one he forgets.

“Sara Sjögren.” His use of her full name makes her full stop on the stoop of the house. Turning back to face him, she’s surprised enough to nearly drop the last plant in her hands. Just a step below her was König on one knee, holding the most beautiful ring she had ever witnessed. The height of the step not making much of a difference, even with him kneeling, to anyone outside this moment might look weird. Yet, to them, it was perfect. “Would you please do me the greatest honor of being my perfect sunflower for the rest of time?” It was cheesy, but it was them. “Of course.” She nods slowly, her smile brighter than anything he’s ever seen before. She carefully places the plant on the step above her, a glimpse of happy tears as she does so, before full force jumping into his arms. He catches her with a small grunt before nuzzling into her hair, no one would ever be able to put his sun shine away, even as the harsh winter takes over the garden. 

[felix-best-boy]

love how when i get a new interest, i’m like “oh god it’s happening again” and i’m stuck like that for about a week until everything explodes and any interest i’ve had prior is completely dwarfed for an unknown amount of time

[felix-best-boy]

Lean on Us

Ok so this is a little different from what I usually write. Its mostly a Quentin POV with a little side dalix. I just really wanted to write something that showcased Quentin’s inner emotions for two father figures (I really hope I did him justice). This one especially goes out to @komitelio​ HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I wanted to make you a little gift for your birthday and i sincerely hope you enjoy this one!! :3

Quentin POV

(Slight) Pairing: Dalix

CW: Typical canon violence

Quentin always prided himself on pushing his limits, further and further. He never needed someone before, so why would he now that he’s trapped by the entity? Is what he usually asked himself, but in this moment he wished, prayed even, that someone would help him at this moment. He could feel that today would be worse than the others, maybe some entity subliminal messaging or something. He would’ve ignored it if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was being hard focused at the moment. 

The Trapper had eyes on him since the beginning of the trial and just couldn’t shake him. He ran him for a good three gens before he caught him the first time. And before he could get a full heal in, Trapper is coming in for round two. With a sigh he runs around Lery’s, avoiding all the traps that Evan thought he placed so ‘perfectly’. The second he slams to the ground with one good blow, the last generator pops, giving him just enough energy to scramble to his feet and sprint toward an exit gate. As he heads towards the exit of the hospital he realizes he needs to wake up and focus if he wants to make it out of this. 

He starts opening the exit, mentally hurrying it as he does so. The Trapper’s aura finally becomes present as realized what happened and catches up. Quentin taps his foot nervously as Evan comes into view. Please, it’s almost done. Quentin thinks to himself as the exit gate opens finally, closing his eyes expecting a hit that never comes. Instead he hears a soft grunt from behind him, and a hand pulling on his own. He opens his eyes to find Felix, dragging him past the threshold of freedom. He lets out a relieved sigh as they sprint back to camp together. 

As the fog clears and the campfire can now be seen they finally have a chance to speak, but the opportunity quickly becomes cut.

 “Felix, are you okay?” David quickly asks him, barely even giving them air to breathe. Felix just waves it off. 

“I’m alright, I’m more concerned about Quentin. He got the worst of it.” Felix replies, shifting the focus away from him. Before Quentin can even protest David has his attention on him. 

“Let’s get you patched up then, huh?” David states leading them both to the several med-kits laying out. Making quick work to open one and immediately stitching up Quentin, not even giving him time to react.

“I’m alright, really. You guys don’t have to worry about me.” Quentin says, yet making no advances to push either of them away.

“Nonsense.” Felix cuts him off. “We’ll always want to worry for you.” Felix tries not to sound overbearing though it doesn’t seem to work. Quentin doesn’t seem to mind.

“He’s right, you know.” David cuts in, as he finishes up bandaging the fresh wounds Quentin carries. “ N’ not only that but anytime you need help just let us know and we’ll be there.” David offers with a smile, and Quentin can only find it in him to look back at him, silently. 

“Indeed. Next time you get tunneled like that, or for any other reason you can think of, we’ll try and step in for you.” Felix adds on, with a weak smile. “I know you usually like to work alone, but it’s ok to rely on us.” To this David nods in agreement, patting Quentin’s shoulder, comfortingly, before turning away to make quick work of Felix’s injuries. Quentin takes in what they both said, before silently leaving. He turns back to them only to notice their small touches along with the loving and trusting aura they created between themselves. Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad to have someone to rely on too.

[felix-best-boy]

Forgotten (Riconti, Ace POV)

Literally one person said they would read a continuation of my original Forgotten post, and that was all I needed to hear. So this one goes out to @vampirtulpe​ , I hope this can somewhat live up to everyone’s expectations. I’m also kind of living for this story now so I will probably write them navigating the real world together at some point. Well, I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :333 

Pairing: Felix and Ace

CW: Angst, slight mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2,683

Ace subconsciously feels Felix stirring beside him as he slowly wakes up, enjoying the small traces Felix leaves with his hand. He allows himself to revel in the ‘morning’ air, silently, before moving his hand from his stomach to sloppily link with Felix’s.

“Morning, lovely.” Ace says, groggily, which makes Felix smile.

“Good morning.” Felix greets. “How did you sleep?” Felix inquires.

“Perfectly, as always when you’re next to me.” Ace responds with a kiss on Felix’s head, making Felix’s smile widen.

“You’re ridiculous.” Felix comments as he sits up from laying on him, Ace groaning in annoyance from Felix doing so.

“No, a little longer.” Ace whines.

“I wish but it's nearly trial time, and you know this.” Felix stands and then holds out a hand for Ace to grab on to.

“I know, I just wish I could have one day with you that didn’t involve this hell.” He complains while taking Felix’s hand.

“Hopefully someday we will.” Felix tries to console him, with a kiss on the hand. The rest of the walk to the campfire is silent. As they got closer to the group the sound of chatter got louder and more distinct.

“Finally,” Cheryl comments. “We’ve been waiting on you two.” To which Ace just rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“Yeah, whatever. We’re right on time as always.” Ace jokes back. “Thanks to Felix.” Ace offers him a smile as he lightly bumps into him. Everyone tries to ignore the gruesome parts of the trials and just gets it over with, the sooner the better. They all make their way towards the fog and as they get closer Ace feels something askew, his perception is the best, even before the fog, but chalks it up to pre-trial nerves.

Yet as the fog clears he instantly knows something is wrong. Instead of the normal four survivors to one killer, there’s no killer and every survivor welcomed by the entity. Ace stares blankly around at his fellow survivors as Felix comes running toward him.

“Ace, what’s happening?” Felix asks, worriedly, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“I-” He hesitates. “I’m not sure. Let’s try and find out.” Ace tries to soothe him, but as they overhear many others, no one knows what’s happening. Ace quickly notices there’s no killer, no generators, and the exit gates are fully open. After grouping up and discussing it, they all decided there’s only one way out and the entity must have messed up so it's better to just leave and take it as a win. Easy conclusion to Ace, he’ll take all the luck he can, especially in this world. 

“Ace, this isn’t right. Something is wrong.” Felix pleads.

“It’s okay, I promise. We’ll meet right on the other side, at the shitty campfire we call home, okay?” Ace tries to convince him, and eventually Felix gives in. Felix holds Ace’s hand as they exit the map together, expecting to reach the campfire together, but they never reach it. Ace really wishes he had listened to his boyfriend’s concerns more. 

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Ace jolts awake in his small hotel room in the tourist hotspot of London. He quickly gathers his surroundings as he whips his head around, heart still beating loudly. He takes a few deep breaths as he remembers where he is. Right, the poker tournament. He thinks to himself as he starts to wake up more, clutching his head as a headache forms.

Ace pulls himself off of the king bed and heads to the bathroom with a makeshift first aid kit, opening it to pull out off-brand Tylenol. He looks in the mirror as he runs the water from the sink for a moment. He looks different, feels different. Something feels off but chalks it up to the bad nights rest. He takes a swig of water from the tap, sending the meds down to his stomach. He splashes the cool water on his face, hoping to wash the feeling away before getting ready for the day. 

He gets dressed for the day, ignoring whatever time it was, and decides to head outside for a bit. When stepping out of the hotel he steps immediately into a light fog, most of it covering the small lake surrounding the hotel. He stares out into the fog as the sun just begins to rise. It feels like he hasn’t watched the sun rise in years, he stares at it in awe. 

Ace feels himself reaching out for someone, but he doesn’t know who. He’s never had a partner or friend he travels with so why does the morning air feel so lonely at this moment. The fog only makes it worse as it captures a familiar feeling inside him. This morning only gets weirder and weirder. He thinks to himself. First, that jump scare started his day and now the feeling of loneliness is sinking in. Something is wrong and all Ace can only hope for is the day to end quickly so he can return to ‘normal’. 

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Ace acts normal the next few days as the tournament takes place but that's all it is, an act. He’s never felt like this in his life, he keeps turning to his right after every win only to be disappointed when no one is there. He tries to brush it off, but it becomes harder every time he turns to nothing. 

“Ace, are you still there?” One of the many men he’s playing with asks.

“Yeah!” He quickly whips his head to him, immediately hiding any indication of his true feelings. “Just thinking about what I’m gonna do with all the money I win from you.” He adds on, to switch focus off of himself.

“Alright, you say that every time.” The man replies. “I’m gonna make it count this time.” He adds on as Ace just lets out a hearty laugh. 

“Let’s get to it then, shall we?” He offers up, turning his attention to the poker table as the dealer hands out the cards. Ace mentally sighs, he’s always in the mood to gamble but right now he wants to leave and never look back. What the fuck is up? He thinks momentarily before shutting it out to focus. 

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Ace grumbles into his third glass of whiskey, as he’s stationed a few circle tables away from a lonely bar in London. All was quiet until an unruly group of men made their way into the bar. Ace can feel himself grow annoyed, immediately. They order a few rounds of beer, and at this point Ace isn’t sure if they’ll ever shut up. And after 15 minutes, when they don’t settle, Ace decides to take matters into his own hands. 

“Hey, you meatheads mind shutting up?” He asks, crudely, before taking another sip of his whiskey.

“What the fuck did you say, grandpa?” One of the more prominent of the men asks, while walking over. As he encloses Ace's space all of his friends are making jokes about how ‘he’s doomed’. Ace decides to ignore these comments quickly realizing he’s already bit off more than he can chew, once again. When the man reaches Ace’s table, expecting his answer, Ace just stares at him. Noticing the scar in his eyebrow, he feels like they’ve met before, not sure from where a name pops in his head.

“David?” Ace lets out and for some reason this gives the more muscular man a visceral reaction. He soon regrets ever opening his mouth as the other pulls him out of the bar, his friends making loud calls of enjoyment as he gets dragged away. As soon as they get outside David pushes him away.

“What the fuck?” David seemed to be going through several stages of Ace doesn’t even know what. “Ace, how did you find me? Do you know where the others are?” Ace just stares at him, almost laughing in disbelief. 

“What? What others? How did you know my name?” Ace asks him, to this David laughs. 

“I guess I should be asking you the same thing then? Do you not remember the fog?” The fog? There was fog a couple days ago? Is that what he’s talking about? Ace’s thoughts start to run but before they can get too far David interrupts him. “Clearly not.” He sighs. “Listen I can’t leave now but we should really talk.” He stops a moment before mumbling, “Especially since now I have my own questions.” He turns his attention back to Ace. “Sober up and meet me here tomorrow, noon.” He says, turning away before Ace can get another word in. 

What the fuck? Ace thinks as he walks ‘home’, he was just as confused before but he sure wasn’t going to miss the only opportunity for some answers. He hoped tomorrow came quickly. 

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Tomorrow did not come as quickly as Ace would’ve liked. He stared at the hotel room ceiling for hours before eventually closing his eyes for what seemed like forever was truly only 2 hours. He sighs before getting up, exhausted more so from the lack of answers. The clock, now reading 7, mocks him. He pushes himself from the bed to wash away the alcohol smell from yesterday away. 

Ace groggily tosses his clothes away from him, now laying strewn across the room. Too impatient to wait, Ace climbs into the shower while the water runs cold. He shivers as the water eventually warms up, heat rushing over his skin. He lets the water run down his face as he starts to wash up, hoping it washes the anticipation with it, though it doesn’t.

He steps out after an hour, and places the first outfit he manages to pick out on. A nice button up under a lilac colored sweater, matched with a pair of bright purple pants, and topped off with a yellowish fidorah. Not his best fit but it will do for now. It's now a little after 9, Ace sighs before deciding to be early. Walking out of the hotel room he makes his way back to the small bar to wait for David to come round. 

He arrives at the bar a little before 10 and sits outside for nearly 2 hours, it must have looked odd to any passerby witnessing a man sit at a closed bar at 10 in the morning. He ignores all of these glances and surly by noon the restaurant of the grill had finally opened. He collected a table and waited, people were late all the time but the 13 minutes David was late for felt like eternity. 

“Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” David apologizes, with a shy smile.

“No worries.” It only felt like three lifetimes. Ace keeps this last part to himself, as David nods while taking a seat.

“Where to begin.” David contemplates a moment. “I’m not sure you’ll even believe me.” To this Ace shakes his head.

“This week has been so weird, I’m ready to believe anything and everything.” David shrugs, not truly believing him but immediately goes into full detail of the last several years of their lives. Leaving no stone unturned, explaining the entity, the trials, the killers, and all of their teammates. Leaving out the intimate details of Ace’s relationship with Felix, not sure how to explain or if he wanted to hear it.

Ace knows what he said before but this is so unbelievable, none of that seems real, especially being gone for years, he never left. “And you’re not pulling my leg here?” David sighs.

“Why would I? I wouldn’t waste time lying to a stranger for fun. Plus how would you have known my name? Why do you feel like you’ve forgotten something then?” Ace supposes these are valid points, something still isn’t connecting fully.

“Tell me more about Felix?” Ace asks but to his displeasure David shakes his head.

“I feel like you’d rather remember that on your own. I wouldn’t do you guys justice.” This statement only leaves Ace more confused, but before he can ask anymore questions David stands from the table. “I’m sorry if this wasn’t everything you needed but hopefully you solve your troubles soon. Call me if you need anything.” He says, leaving a dumbfounded Ace behind with his number and 20 pounds for the meal.

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Felix Richter. The name stands out against the others. David had given him a list of the other survivors but this one seems different from the others. Why? It boggles Ace’s mind for too long before deciding to just see if he’s online somewhere. David had mentioned Felix is German, so that should narrow it down a little, hopefully. 

It truly surprises Ace how quickly he finds him, ‘Richter’ immediately linking to a well known architecture company in Germany. As he scrolls down the website, pictures of their higher executives appear at the bottom. He can’t explain it but when he finds the picture of Felix he starts to cry. Ace feels a certain clarity in doing so, yet annoyed that he forgot. He realizes the trauma will come back to haunt him, but the pain of forgetting his lover compares to nothing in this moment. 

He wonders if Felix forgot as well, or is simply enjoying being back to ‘normal’. He dwells on it a moment before shaking the thought away, this was most likely one last jab courtesy of the entity. He sighs, there is no time to waste he has to find him. He packs the messy hotel room up before swiftly leaving for the airport. 

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Ace grabs a hotel room, hoping he won’t actually need it, to simply put his things somewhere. Before catching a ride to the Richter architecture building, he makes a small stop at a small flower shop. Grabbing a bouquet of Asters and Morning Glories, the flower designated to Felix’s birthday. 

“For someone special?” The old shopkeeper asks, noticing the full smile on his face.

“Hopefully.” He smiles, solemnly. 

“Good luck, it will all work out.” She smiles, reassuringly, before sending him on his way. He nods in response before collecting a cab to Felix's supposed location. 20 minutes go by though they felt like an eternity, before he finally steps out in front of the company building. He tosses whatever cash he has on him to the driver right before he speeds off. 

He stares at the building a moment, collecting his plan, he hadn’t thought this far in advance. Though it seems he doesn’t have to as someone bumps right into him, causing him to lose his train of thought. Noticing they fell down he goes to help them, but falters as he realizes who bumped into him. Ace’s heart immediately swells, and he can’t stop himself from letting out, “You have to be more careful, my sweet love.” 

Ace can see the tears welling in Felix’s eyes, he’s glad that he remembers him for a split moment before Felix is wrapping himself around Ace. Ace smiles as Felix leans into him, he feels like he finally found his second half, again. As much as Ace would love to hold onto Felix forever he wants to look at him fully,  he pulls away to which he can hear Felix’s displeasure.

“Let me look at that lovely face of yours.” Ace compliments, as he caresses Felix’s face. Felix leaned fully into Ace’s hand with a pleased sigh. “I missed you.” Ace admits making Felix’s frown.

“I wish I could say the same, I only just remembered. I’m sorry.” Felix boldly moved Ace’s hand from his face to kiss his palm.

“Don’t be, love. We’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Ace comforts, he doesn’t want Felix to feel bad anymore, he’s been through enough, they both have. Ace interlocks their fingers, never wanting to let go, as he starts walking from Felix’s offices. “Let’s get out of here. I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do.” He offers with a wide smile, as a reply Felix smiles back and leads the way to his car.

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Notes: 

Ok so for Felix’s ‘birthday’ I just used the day he was released in dbd. 

And for Ace I know usually people headcanon him as very flirty and obnoxious and I live for that BUT I love Ace who also has deep thinking and deep down is very lonely and angsty. So yeah that’s why I wrote him kind of sad.

[felix-best-boy]

Quentin’s Day Off (Dalix)

So I wrote a little Dalix thing for @komitelio​ , its not much but i thought it was really cute and hope everyone could enjoy it as well. I got this prompt from a tumblr post by @promptandstuff​ . Also I’m sorry if Quentin isn’t accurate, ive literally never seen nightmare on elm street. i might rewrite it after i eventually watch it, if he’s that off. plus i wanted this to be cute but i could make an angsty one, if anyone would want that. regardless, enjoy reading!

“Please? I really feel like I’m dying.” Quentin pleads as Felix continues making breakfast against the kitchen island.

“I already said no, it's just a seasonal cold, there’s no reason for you to miss a day of school.” Felix replies, not even glancing up from the pancake mix. 

“Yeah but what if it’s actually an alien virus? What if I plague the whole school, the world?!” Quentin moves closer to his father, the chain on his pants clinking as he does so. “Would you really want to risk that?” Quentin tries to guilt but it only makes Felix laugh at his antics.

“Yes.” Felix replies as Quentin lets out an over exasperated sigh. Just then David walks into the kitchen to find out what the commotion is. 

“So what’s going on here?” David questions before placing himself behind Felix, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

“Well I have a virus from outer space-” Quentin wastes no time to speak before Felix interrupts.

“A small cold.” Felix corrects, making Quentin roll his eyes, playfully.

“And father dearest won’t let me stay home so I don’t infect the population of Earth.” Exaggerating, Quentin continues and to this David laughs.

“Sounds pretty serious to me.” To this Felix lightly bumps David, making Quentin smile. 

“See, someone who cares about the well being of others.” Quentin adds a small jab.

“I don’t appreciate being teamed up on.” Felix butts in, not malicious intent behind it. 

“Oh, you’re alright.” David comforts Felix, running his hand up and down his arm. “It’s just one day and it could save the world.” David jokingly adds to convince him. This makes Felix shake his head in disbelief all while a small smile plasters his face, Husband and Son both against him.  

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but fine, just for one day.” Quentin bounces in excitement, chain once again clanking. “But, I want you to work on some of that school work you’re behind on.” Felix states loudly to make sure Quentin hears him over his excited chatter. 

“You got it.” Quentin hugs both Felix and David before running back up the stairs to his room. “Thank you!” David laughs as they both hear Quentin’s door shut. 

“You are going to get it later.” Felix adds, looking away from the food he was preparing, and looks up to David. David in turns wraps his arms around Felix’s waist with a smile. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” David responds before kissing him, gently.

[felix-best-boy]

Touch-Starved (KingField)

Just a short thing of Dwight wanting to be held real bad, and honestly who blames him. 

Dwight loathes the crack of the fire, right before a trial. The sound reminds him of the only semblance of a home in hell and having to listen to it right before a match is difficult. He wouldn’t mind sitting by a fire purposefully, but somehow in this moment it only brings him distaste. He breathes deeply as he feels the pull of the fog, it was time once again.

He closes his eyes with an inhale and when he opens them again, he finds himself in the wet lands of the swamp. He wastes no time starting the first generator he can find, not wanting to spend another second here.  He can hear Kate get hit about 30 meters away, he flinches at the sound. Pulling one wrong wire because of it, causing the gen to pop loudly. He rolls his eyes at himself, this match was not going to turn out well. 

“Heard you were having troubles and came right away.” He turns to see David now working beside him. Dwight replies with a curt nod and continues to work, he’s usually not annoyed but today seemed to be an off occasion. David seems to understand this as they finish the generator in silence. A gen across the swamp roars to life seconds before they finish their own. 

“Two down, three to go.” David smiles his way, clearly trying to lighten the mood, it doesn’t work. Kate hasn’t been downed and with two gens now being done who knows when the killer gives up on her to go after another. David tries leading the way to another gen but as per Dwight’s worries he gets cut off by the hillbilly. They immediately split off and Billy seems to pick the smaller of the two. He quickly manages to swerve off course into the surrounding boxes, supplied with a pallet. 

Dwight manages to escape his chainsaw several times but Billy seems to grow frustrated of this, eventually just swinging at Dwight’s back. He lets out a small yelp before propelling himself further toward the main ship stuck here. He finds himself running through it like a maze, weaving up and down the stairs as Billy follows closely behind. Though it was enough to let his team pull out another two generators it wasn’t enough to get away. As he vaults the side of the boat Billy swings landing the incapacitating blow.

He lands on the muddy floor with a thud, resulting in several grunts on his end. Billy vaults the same window, nearly landing on him, before pulling him off the ground and hooking him in the ship’s basement. He’s stationed there for maybe a 30 seconds before the exit gates are powered, and little to his surprise Billy camps himself at the top of the ship waiting for any unsuspecting teammate to unhook him. 

He sighs before trying to pull himself off, not wanting to get the other three killed. He’s nearly finished trying to jump as David comes barreling down the steps, pulling him off the hook.

“David, you’re going to get yourself killed.” Dwight scolds, hearing his heartbeat grow louder, to which David just smiles. 

“Trust me, will ya?” David replies, cheekily, and Dwight can’t seem to argue with him. They quickly run up the stairs to the 1st level of the boat, David taking the heat as Billy now trails them. He successfully spins him multiple times as they head toward the now opened exit, yet after one too many spins Billy gets dizzy, missing David but effectively hitting Dwight. 

An audible gasp can be heard as David watches Dwight fall to the ground between two small canoes. He could practically hear Billy’s mental glee. Determined to not let him have his way, Dwight pulls a cracked part of the boat off and effectively stabs him enough to get dropped. He doesn’t turn back for anything, simply sprinting the rest of the way, back through the fog, to the fire. 

~

Dwight lets out a huff as he walks toward the light of the campfire. He can’t wait to hear the taunting crackle of the fire.  He limps the rest of the way, finally taking residence against the logs surrounding the small bonfire. No one seems to even notice his return, that is until David also arrives through the fog, naturally sauntering over to him. He plops down next to him with a thud, David wasn’t as graceful as some of his other teammates. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were close enough to get hit.” He says with a sad smile, Dwight sits silent, near ignoring him, but that doesn’t stop David from continuing. ”Dwight, you’re still injured. We should get you patched up.” David suggests, to which Dwight sighs. He’s not going to give up until Dwight says yes, and he knows this. 

“Fine. I’ll be right there.” Dwight lets out in a grumble. To this David carefully gets up and runs his fingers, through Dwight’s hair. He tenses before leaning lightly into David’s hand. He can’t remember the last time he felt someone’s touch and now that he was he never wanted to let go, only David took his hand away, leaving to most likely greet the others. Dwight stares as David walks away, silently praying he’ll come back to pet his hair some more, but he doesn’t.

~

Dwight hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the moment David gently ran his coarse fingers through his hair. It’s all he thought about now, he tried not to hope for things where there is no hope, but he can’t help it. He wants to feel David on him again, and so he tries to recreate the condition in which it happened first. For what seemed like weeks now, every trial they were matched in Dwight would damn near kill himself, no matter what. In his logic, if David saw the match as rough enough, he would try to cheer him up through small touches. Only it didn’t work.

After a particularly rough trial David came out looking pissed as ever. Dwight had purposefully taken a hit for David who wasn’t even injured nor hooked once, despite being on death hook. As soon as the fog cleared and they were back at the camp, Dwight watches David to see if he’ll get the one thing he so desires; only to be met with a pull on his arm and a bunch of glances as they pass everyone, heading straight into the deep woods.

“Alright, what the fuck is your problem?” David asks, angrily.

“What? I-” Dwight is dumbfounded, but David cuts him off. 

“Don’t play stupid with me, Fairfield. You almost killed yourself out there, today, and every other day for that fact. You used to be one of the best ‘players’ out there and now you consistently try to kill yourself,  why?” David pleads for and answer out of Dwight but all he gets in return are tears. Dwight had realized what he’d been doing but somehow forget the consequences of his own actions, too deep in his own desires.

“I- I’m sorry, David. I was impulsive and didn’t think my actions through. I was too caught up in something I wanted to think about what other people wanted. Please forgive me, I won’t do it again.” Dwight pleads, damn near getting on his hands and knees in apology. To this David can’t help but take a deep breath, calming himself. He didn’t imagine Dwight would start crying, it caught him severely off guard. 

“I get that and accept your apology, but why? What was the point in damn near killing yer’self?” David asks, beggingly. Dwight now scolds himself to the highest degree.

“I wanted you to pet my hair again.” Dwight admits, not even able to look up at him. David blinks a few times in disbelief before sighing. 

“You really went through all of that, so that I’d pet your hair?” Dwight blushes, it makes him sound like an idiot, and to be fair he was one. Dwight can’t even speak, only managing a small nod. He feels like crying harder. “Fuck, Dwight. You could’ve just asked, I don’t have a problem showing you affection.” He sounds frustrated, Dwight finds his emotions to be fair given the situation. He feels the tears stream down his face only ever looking down, though David must’ve connected the dots from Dwight’s sniffles, as he pulls Dwight in for a tight hug. “You could’ve just asked.” He says, softly.

Dwight freezes in David’s arms, feeling overwhelmed by emotion he melts into him finally sobbing into David’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He must have said it a million times, as David hushes him, running his fingers through the hair above his nape. The air was silent after Dwight’s sobs halted, sitting quietly as they just held each other through the night. Surely there was a lot to discuss between them, but Dwight seemed to only live in this moment now, hoping there was more to come from now on.

[felix-best-boy]

Patching Up (KingField)

So this is a little different than what I usually write but I’ve been in love with David and Dwight for awhile and I just really wanted to write David taking care of Dwight. So I hope this is enjoyable. 

CW: Heavy mentions of blood and wounds, typical canon violence

Dwight can feel the warm blood run down his abdomen as he wearily runs through the corn stalks surrounding the barn. He clutches his side as he feels his heartbeat calm itself, gradually slowing to a walking pace as he returns to the once forgotten generator. He pulls his bloody hands away from his stomach as he repairs the generator. Whining as the open wound continually goes unattended. Just as he was about to pop the gen, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He jumps slightly, heartbeat rising as he turns, only to see the soft expression on David’s face. He sighs in relief, slumping against the generator.

“Fuck, thank god, its you.” Dwight exhales. David immediately crouches next to him while opening the med kit he was previously holding. 

“Looks like you were getting a real beating out there, love.” David says tenderly, as he starts dotting at Dwight's gash, making him grunt lightly. “‘m sorry.” He says while pulling his hands away carefully. 

“No, it's fine, keep going.” Dwight says as he shifts the way he’s sitting. David nods silently and continues working at Dwight’s wound. Lifting his button up just enough to expose the cut against his skin. Dwight winces again as the air finally touches him, waving off David’s worried glances. 

David tries to make quick work of patching up Dwight so they can escape faster, yet still being as careful as possible to not hurt him any more. Dwight grips lightly at his pants, squeezing the fabric as David stitches him up. David lightly ties off the stitches and cleans the excess blood off of Dwight the best he can before wrapping gauze around his waist, snuggly.

“You’re really good at that, you know” Dwight compliments, making David chuckle lightly.

“Thanks, years of trial and error from my fights, before all this.” He says while gesturing a hand to the scenery around them. It's silent as David finishes taping the gauze together and pulling Dwight’s shirt down to cover it. “Let’s finish this gen ‘n get outta here, what do ya say?” David offers as he pulls both of them off the ground. 

“Couldn’t agree more.” Dwight says with a smile, as he begins to feel better. Giving David a small kiss before kneeling to finish the last generator with ease.

[felix-best-boy]

No one is fucking talking about it but another black man was killed by the same police department that killed George Floyd they killed him 9 minutes after entering his apartment. No knock warrants are fucking bullshit. He was wrapped in his blanket he was innocent they had the wrong address there is body can cottage you cannot fucking deny this bullshit.

This is being hushed up and covered up and I cannot believe it took me until TODAY, SIX DAYS AFTER IT HAPPENED to find out about it.

Everyone should be talking about this shit.

All the BLM protests and here we are again. We cannot let a single one of these slide because that's how nothing changes and that's how innocent people are being killed at the hands of assholes who are happy to pull the trigger without hesitation. I'm so fucking upset right now and so should you be.

[felix-best-boy]

Ace: Do you have a band aid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.

Felix, handing him a med kit: Here you are, be careful next time.

[felix-best-boy]

Nightmare

I lived bitch. Sorry I’ve been gone for so long BUT I’m back wish a short little thang. Some comfort Riconti as a treat!

Pairing: Riconti (Felix & Ace)

CW: The first paragraph is talking about a mori with light mentions of blood

Felix feels himself sprinting across Haddonfield as Ace’s screams could be heard across. Being found was the least of his priorities, Ace has already been hooked twice and now he’s lying at the mercy of a murderer. Before Felix can make it there he can see Frank ripping him open. He continues on as Frank leaves to presumably torture another, hovering over Ace’s dead body. He tries to hold it together but as Ace’s blood spreads he can feel tears unwillingly spilling out. He hates seeing him in such an array, he stands to do something but is quickly cut off. 

“-lix! Felix!” Ace’s voice breaks through Felix’s subconscious, leading him to bolt straight up. He looks around a few moments, the overwhelming feeling to cry rushes him as he looks back at a severely worried Ace. He quickly wraps his arms around Ace in a tight embrace, knocking him softly against their shared bed as he cries silently against his shoulder. “Woah, hey.” Ace exclaims, as he starts running gentle fingers through Felix’s hair. “What happened? You were rolling thrashing around. Were you having a nightmare?” Ace tries to get answers out of him to which Felix nods against him. 

“We were still there, in the fog.” He chokes out, feeling himself cry more. “And you- you-” Ace interrupts.

“Hey, don’t worry about explaining, I understand.” Felix nods and cries into the crook of his neck, as Ace continues to pet his hair. “I’m sorry you had to go back there and see that, my love.” He kisses the top of his head and Felix grips tightly into the silk of Ace’s pajamas. “Just now that I’m not going anywhere and I’m safe and sound. We are both safe and here to stay.” Ace moves his hand to Felix’s back, running his hand over it, gently. Ace lets Felix get out his emotions for a few moments more, waiting until he’s calmed down to speak once more.

“Let’s think about something else, shall we?” Ace offers, as they now cuddle softly against each other. 

“Please.” Felix pleads as he settles his head against Ace’s shoulder. Ace nods his head as he stares blankly up at the ceiling. 

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” Ace asks him quietly. 

“Tell me the story of your poker tournament again.” Felix requests which makes Ace chuckle, bouncing Felix lightly.

“I’ve told you that story a million times.” Ace teases him for his request.

“So? Make it a million and one. I like how happy you get when you talk about gambling.” Felix tries to tease back which ends up turning into a compliment. 

“Okay, my love. Anything for you.” Felix can’t see his face in the dark but can tell he’s grinning, widely. He kisses Felix softly and immediately goes into the long tale of his trials through the biggest tournament of his career. How he won the final round from a bluff and all of his opponents wanting to beat the daylights out of him as he laughed his way to victory. Ace’s voice was always so chipper when speaking out gambling, it made Felix wonder if this is how he sounded to Ace when he spoke about architecture. 

Felix can tell from the way Ace is speaking that he’s falling asleep, and before he can finish the story he starts snoring silently. Felix laughs to himself before looking up at him. His sleeping face looked so peaceful, making his heart melt. He only dares to stare a few moments more before leaning against Ace’s chest once more. He wishes they could stay in this moment forever as he drifts to sleep, listening to the soft intakes of air and quiet beats of Ace’s heart.

[felix-best-boy]

Never Ending

Pairing: Leon x Felix

This is my first pair that I ever shipped for Felix, so it has a very close place in my heart. I hope you guys enjoy this cause I think they’re really cute together.

Word count: 761

Leon dazes away as he works on the generator, nearly exploding it more than a couple of times. Being taken by the fog was horrifying and overwhelming, but facing Nemesis with all these zombies only makes it worse. It feels like an eternal Raccoon City and he’s not sure how much more of this he can take. He barely even notices Felix helping him with the generator, too distracted by the gurgles of the passing zombies. The hair on the back of his neck starts to stand as he hears the near music alerting the Nemesis’ imminent encounter. 

Though it never came. He takes a second to look around only to notice Felix is now gone, he supposes Felix led the Nemesis away. The generator pops, alerting everyone that the exit gates have been powered up. He hurries toward an exit gate and immediately starts to open it. His skin crawls as he hears the Nemesis once again coming close. As the gate opens he looks behind him to see an injured Felix with Nemesis following closely behind. He feels like a deer in headlights, he can’t seem to run even though he’s terrified. Even though Felix is injured he saves Leon again. Taking Leon’s hand, Felix pulls him out of the exit gate with him, the Nemesis nearly missing them both with his tentacle.

They keep running until the campfire can be seen in the distance, Felix slowing them both down as they near it. As soon as they reach the campfire Claudette is pulling Felix over, leaving Leon behind. Leon soon finds himself wandering from the campfire to sit in a private section of the woods surrounding them. He sits at the base of a thick tree and stares up into the night sky. He starts to silently cry, bringing his face into his knees. He thought leaving Raccoon City would stop all of this but now there seems to be no end in sight. He grabs at his hair in an attempt to curl into himself further, he wants to run away but it all seems pointless. His thoughts get abruptly interrupted as a branch cracks from behind him. Leon spins around quickly, half expecting it to be the Nemesis coming to finish him off, but he’s calmed by Felix’s soft face instead.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Felix explains, noticing Leon’s tear stained face and worried eyes. Leon quickly wipes at his eyes and turns away from him.

“No, I’m sorry you walked in on this.” Leon tries to apologize but Felix quickly cuts him off. 

“Don’t be. I know what this place can do to you.” He points to the ground next to Leon, in question. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” Leon shakes his head and scoots over slightly. 

“Please.” Leon hates feeling like this, let alone having someone see him like this, but Felix makes him feel a lot safer so he tolerates letting him in. “I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.” Leon apologizes quietly, noticing the new bandages he’s wearing.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just fine.” Felix passes over it. “I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. You looked like you were having a really rough time in the trial. Do you maybe want to talk about it?” Felix offers to him, hoping to let Leon get what he needs off his chest. 

“Uh” Leon stutters mentally as he tries to collect his thoughts. “Well” He feels tears welling in his eyes once again. “I just felt like I was back where I started. There was a zombie outbreak where I was before and just as I was getting out I ended up here.” He feels his voice shake. “I’m scared I’m never gonna get out of this.” Felix carefully takes Leon’s hand, trying to comfort him. Leon tenses at the sudden contact but after a couple moments starts to relax in Felix’s hand. 

“I can’t imagine how hard it is to have to keep reliving that. I’m really sorry Leon.” Leon leans against Felix lightly, exhausted from the trial and stress weighing on him. “I know it seems hard to believe right now, but you just have to believe in going home someday. It may not be today or tomorrow, but someday we’ll get out of here. I promise.” Leon nods his head against Felix’s shoulder as he stares off into the dark woods. This place feels nowhere close to safe but somehow sitting here with Felix felt protected.

[felix-best-boy]

Forgotten (Riconti)

I have been working on this for a bit and finally got around to finishing it. I hope everyone reading this enjoys it. I might do an extension of this from Ace's POV.

Pairing: Felix and Ace

CW: Angst, slight mentions of vomit

Word count: 2,962

Felix wakes to another day in the fog, after a year the forest floor doesn't bother him anymore. Especially when he gets to wake up in his boyfriend’s arms everyday. He looks up from Ace’s chest to glance at his still face. His quiet snores are only loud enough for Felix to hear. He decides he can rest a couple more moments before waking the other, and in doing so he softly runs his fingers up and down Ace’s chest. This must have subconsciously awoken Ace, for within a few minutes Ace breathes in deeply and interlocks their fingers together.

“Morning, lovely.” Ace says, groggily, which makes Felix smile.

“Good morning.” Felix greets. “How did you sleep?” Felix inquires.

“Perfectly, as always when you’re next to me.” Ace responds with a kiss on Felix’s head, making Felix’s smile widen.

“You’re ridiculous.” Felix comments as he sits up from laying on Ace, an annoyed groan coming from his partner in the process.

“No, a little longer.” Ace whines.

“I wish but it's nearly trial time, and you know this.” Felix stands and then holds out a hand for Ace to grab on to.

“I know, I just wish I could have one day with you that didn’t involve this hell.” He complains while taking Felix’s hand.

“Hopefully someday we will.” Felix tries to console him, with a kiss on the hand. The rest of the walk to the campfire is silent. As they got closer to the group the sound of chatter got louder and more distinct.

“Finally,” Cheryl comments. “We’ve been waiting on you two.” To which Ace just rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“Yeah, whatever. We’re right on time as always.” Ace jokes back. “Thanks to Felix.” Ace offers him a smile as he lightly bumps into him. Everyone tries to ignore the gruesome parts of the trials and just gets it over with, the sooner the better. They all make their way towards the fog and as they get closer Felix feels strange but comments nothing, after reaching the other side of the fog he wishes he had.

As the fog clears he instantly knows something is wrong. Instead of the normal four survivors to one killer, there’s no killer and every survivor welcomed by the entity. He quickly runs to Ace, who is just on the other side of the killer shack in auto haven.

“Ace, what’s happening?” Felix asks, worriedly, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“I-” He hesitates. “I’m not sure. Let’s try and find out.” Ace tries to soothe him, but as they overhear many others, no one knows what’s happening. From what Felix can see, there’s no killer, no generators, and the exit gates are fully open. After grouping up and discussing it, they all decided there’s only one way out and the entity must have messed up so it's better to just leave and take it as a win. This conclusion doesn’t feel right to Felix, and this time he tries to tell Ace about it.

“Ace, this isn’t right. Something is wrong.” Felix pleads.

“It’s okay, I promise. We’ll meet right on the other side, at the shitty campfire we call home, okay?” Ace tries to convince him, and inevitably he gives in. He holds Ace’s hand as they exit the map together, a sinking feeling still present in his stomach. A feeling that he wishes he listened to more. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Felix wakes in his bed, groggily, looking around the bedroom of his apartment in Germany. The gray scale of the room welcomes him to a calm awakening, so foreign yet so familiar. He stands wearily from the bed, stretching as he does so. He ruffles his bed head, he feels weird. Something is different, maybe he had a dream and had forgotten. Whatever it is he pushes it to the back of his mind as he heads to the kitchen. As he’s making a bowl of cheerios his phone rings. He stops to answer it, without even glancing at the caller id.

“Hello?” He asks into the speaker.

“Felix.” Emilia, his ex, soon mother of his child. The break was simple and easy, conflicts of interests by both parties. They were still friends and enjoyed each other's company. “I need to go shopping today, would you mind coming with me?” Felix processes the request before agreeing.

“Of course. Let me get ready and I’ll meet at your place in an hour.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it. I’ll see you in an hour.” Felix hums and hangs up the phone.

After finishing up his almost forgotten cheerios, he heads into the bathroom to shower. Afterward, he dresses in a simple t-shirt with black jeans, and slicks his hair back just enough to keep it from his face. He heads out the door and drives the short 10 or so minutes to Emilia’s apartment down the long strip road. He can tell from afar that she’s already waiting outside, and when he parks out front he gets out to help her into the car.

“You didn’t have to get out.” She comments.

“I wanted to.” He replies and she drops it.

The drive to the grocery store was shorter than the drive to her apartment. He wishes it wasn’t as crowded as it is, but he can tolerate it for Emilia. He used to tolerate something else, what was it?

“Are you ready?” She asks as they are now parked.

“Y-yeah.” He shakes his head away from the thought and gets out of the car, helping Emilia in the process. Most of Felix’s help was reaching high up shelves and products close to the floor, which he didn’t mind. He knows he’s doing the bare minimum at this moment while helping Emilia, he wishes there was more he could do to ease things for her. That aside they finish walking around and shopping, then are met with a nice cashier.

“Awe, aren’t you two just lovely.” She tells both of them, in English. Felix finds this strange but Emilia just smiles and blushes.

“Thank you, you’re too sweet.” Emilia responds to her. Felix has too many questions to even come up with a response. Why did she say that in English? That’s so odd. Why was the label so familiar though? Have I been called that before? Who would’ve ever called me lovely?

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Felix notices as the days pass by that he’s distant. He can’t focus on work, his relations are failing, overall his reality seems warped. He feels like he’s not supposed to be here. Something big is missing and he can’t quite place it. He has to push this overwhelming feeling away as he talks to the contractor of his company’s current project.

“So Mr. Meyer wanted to have some interior design as well as the base building. Does your company do that as well?” Felix asks the contractor as they walk through the small forest on the plot of land.

“Yes. Mr. Meyer and I discussed the particulars of what we can do and we will be doing the interior as well.” He responds to Felix as he surveys the land before them.

“Perfect. One less person we have to talk to.” Felix tries to joke.

“Right.” He agrees. “He wanted a slanted driveway, right?”

“Correct.” Is the only thing Felix manages to get out before pulling his attention to the trees around him. His surroundings feel weirdly like home. Like he’s spent endless days in the forest, despite only ever living in the cities of Germany. He looks up to the sky and stares at the sunlight bleeding through the thin leaves on the thick branches of the oak trees around him. He thinks about bringing a lover here to look at the sky with him, like old times. His face scrunches at the thought. Lover? Old times? He’s never been in the forest with a lover, why would bringing a lover here be like old times?

“Mr. Richter?” The contractor calls to his attention, pulling Felix from thought.

“Sorry, yes?” He apologizes.

“No need to worry, I was just saying that I’ve finished planning the area out. I just need your final blueprints so I can finalize the plans with my crew.” He repeats to him.

“Of course, no problem. I’ll head back to my office and fax them to your offices immediately.” Felix reassures him and he receives a nod in response. The walk out of the tiny forest was silent, which gave Felix time to ponder on why leaving it makes him feel empty. He’s leaving something behind and it’s hurting his heart to do so. He feels like crying.

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Felix runs through stacked cars as his heart beats out of his chest. No matter how fast he runs, this terrifying creature still lurks behind him. The flowering lips of the creature's head just before he lunges makes him even more anxious. Where is he, why is he here, why is this creature chasing him and what even is it? He slams a pallet down on its head in an attempt to make distance between them. Though he doesn’t get very far before running into someone. This person catches him before he falls, and sends a smile his way.

“Got to be more careful, my love.” The man warns him and runs right towards the creature that was once chasing after him. He can’t even bring himself to run away as he watches the older man click a flashlight at it in an attempt to get his attention.

Felix jolts straight up from his once sleeping position. Sweat covering his shirt and slicking his hair to his forehead. He swipes the hair on his face past his ear and sighs in relief as the whole nightmare is finally over. He reluctantly stands from his bed and heads to the bathroom to wash away the sweat that is currently drenching him.

The small overhead light of the bathroom blinds him for a few moments as he steps towards the shower. He carefully gets undressed after turning on the shower to blast cool water. He slowly steps inside and feels instant satisfaction as the cold water runs down his hot skin. He wets his hair and stares at the white ceiling a moment as he fully wakes from his deep sleep. He lets the water drip off him as he thinks back on it.

Why again with the pet name, ‘lovely’? Who even was that? Where was I? Why was that beast chasing me? Why was that place so familiar? Even more so, why did he make me feel so secure? Have I met him before?

Felix regretfully steps out of the shower, immediately feeling the heat return to him. He heads to his room and pulls light clothing over himself. He lays on his bed for a moment, just staring into the dark. He wishes someone could tell him what’s happening, he’s not even sure if someone told him that he would understand anyway.

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It’s been a couple weeks since any of those weird feelings of nostalgia or dreams came to Felix. He thought it was just some weird funk he was in, and almost forgot about it completely. Until he started playing cards with some of his clients who insisted upon a couple of games. Something about bonding before a project.

“Alright gentlemen, the game is black jack. Closest to twenty one wins. Hopefully we all know the rest of the rules.” One of the clients, who opted to be the dealer, announces to the rest of the table. Felix has barely played but knows the game well, he pushes the thought away. Rounds pass as they go around the table, bets becoming larger than the last. Felix somehow ended up with a nice sum of poker chips from previous rounds but he soon tires of this game, it’s no fun, it feels like something is missing. He bets all his chips on this round, two tens, perfect. Just the out he was looking for.

“Hit me.” Felix says calmly.

“You sure?” The dealer asks, suspicious of Felix’s play.

“Absolutely.” He states. He flips a card to Felix. An ace of spades. He can’t even believe it.

“Flip ‘em.” Dealer announces. As soon as Felix does so everyone's jaws drop. “You’re mad! You hit with that hand and landed it perfectly! You must be one lucky son of a bitch to pull an ace.” He yells, ecstatically. Felix just sighs.

“I guess so.” He fakes a smile and shrugs it off. Yet, he can’t shrug off this ace. It’s so odd, it's like fate is trying to tell him something. How did he manage to get an ace? How does he even know how to play black jack so well? Why did it feel like someone was missing from the table? Who is missing? That man from his dream perhaps? Maybe his dreams are trying to tell him something, but what?

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Felix stares blankly at the presentation in front of him as his coworkers speak on their upcoming major project, some new apartment building. It's on the back burner of his mind as his thoughts focus on the strange happenings of his personal affairs. That dream? What was it about and why did it feel real? Who was the man? Why are the woods so familiar? The ace? Being called ‘lovely’? Why is it so random yet feels so connected? His head hurts.

This is starting to feel like too much, he slowly leaves the room and heads to the bathroom. He sighs as the door closes behind him, walking slowly toward the sink. Warm water runs out of the faucet in front of him as he carefully brings up the water to wash his face. Deja Vu. He sighs, sick of these familiar feelings but as he looks up to the mirror he feels himself suddenly remembering something more.

The warm water runs down his face, washing away the vomit from the Plague and slowly healing his wounds. As he finishes washing himself up a loud noise could be heard throughout the laboratory. He quickly heads upstairs of the upside down portal to the generator that can be heard from a ways away. As he sits on the generator he notices the man from his dream.

“Ace.” His lips move on their own, surprising him. The man leans around the gen to look at Felix with a smile.

“Felix, my love. You managed to get away.” He says, happily. Felix can feel himself smiling back and nodding his head.

“Let’s finish this quickly.” He states, wanting to leave without getting thrown up on again. Especially now that the Plague has her red vomit. Shortly after reconnecting the gen finishes with a pop lighting up the two exit gates across from each other. Felix follows Ace as he heads towards the exit, opening it. Felix feels the Plague enclosing on them as Ace finishes opening the door, his heart now pounding out of his chest. They run out together with the Plague close on their tail.

Felix falls backwards on the ground of the bathroom as he’s brought back to ‘reality’, he’s not sure anymore. He tries to gather his thoughts, still sitting on the bathroom tile. Ace, the fog, the trials, everyone, everything. It’s back. Where are they? Where’s Ace? What happened? Why had the entity let them go like that? Where does he go from here? Did everyone else forget too? How does he find Ace? He’s Argentinian, does he just search all of Argentina? He doesn’t know, but he has to go. He needs to find him. He runs out of the bathroom, heading out of the building of the architecture office. Rushing carelessly as he slams into someone on the way to his car on the street.

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Felix grunts lightly as he hits the ground, cursing silently for getting too far ahead of himself. He starts to stand, brushing himself off as he stands. He goes to apologize to the person he ever so rudely slammed into but before he can even open his mouth the man in front of him starts speaking.

“You have to be more careful, my sweet love.” A familiar voice warns. Felix’s eyes widen and he immediately turns his face away from his dirty clothes up to the face of the man in front of him. Ace. He can tell tears are welling up in his eyes as he stares at Ace, not even noticing the small bouquet he’s holding. Felix throws himself on Ace, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and burying his head in the elder’s neck. Usually not one to be so public with his affairs, Felix can’t find it in him to care. The clarity of understanding and having Ace here with him was so surreal. He finally feels at peace, at home. He makes a noise of displeasure as Ace pulls away from him.

“Let me look at that lovely face of yours.” Ace compliments, as he caresses Felix’s face. Felix leaned fully into Ace’s hand with a pleased sigh. “I missed you.” Ace admits and Felix’s frowns.

“I wish I could say the same, I only just remembered. I’m sorry.” Felix boldly moved Ace’s hand from his face to kiss his palm.

“Don’t be, love. We’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Felix nods as he stares into Ace’s eyes, never blinking, scared he might disappear from right in front of him. Ace interlocks their fingers as he starts walking from Felix’s offices. “Let’s get out of here. I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do.” He offers with a wide smile, Felix smiles back in reply and leads them to his car.

[felix-best-boy]

You say you'll write most ships with Felix, does that mean there are any specific ones you won't write? Or does that just mean that you can't guarantee you'll be able to write every single possible ship that might include Felix?

That I can't guarantee that I'll be able to write every ship that includes Felix, some make me uncomfortable and others just that I might not be able to adequately write about a character.

[felix-best-boy]

Felix used to have long hair when he was younger (hes 45) and hes really embarassed of it but when he (is basically forced to) wear some of his cosmetics where he has long hair he sulks and hides his face. meanwhile Ace thinks his hair is gorgeous and that he looks handsome and then Felix is all flustered.

Ok so I actually really like this one a lot, I could probably write more of this if you want. Or even like a NSFW edition too, lol. Anyway let's get into it.

Felix blows the sparse hair out of his eyes for what seems like the millionth time. He can barely see where he’s going or what he’s even repairing on the generators because of the state of his hair. Having long hair was always one of Felix’s least favorite things, just like in his youth, and it's only made worse by the fact that he can't tie it back now. No matter how many times he pushes it back it always ends up in his eyes. He can’t wait until he can change and chop all of this dreadful hair off.

The trial had ended roughly for Felix. Due to the length of his hair he couldn’t even exit properly and almost cost Ace his life by blocking him in front of the Hag. As soon as they make it back to the campfire he can’t help but slowly drift off to himself. Not only is his hair upsetting him but now he’s almost gone and killed his boyfriend. He silently walks further into the woods around the campfire though his thoughts feel very loud.

“Where are you going, love?” Ace calls from behind him. Felix stops but doesn’t turn to look at him, too embarrassed to do so.

“Just,” He hesitates. “On a walk.” He mentally slaps himself as he feels Ace’s hand slip into his own, interlocking their fingers.

“Mind if I join? I love walking with you.” Ace questions, though Felix knows he wasn’t actually asking. He simply nods his head with a hum as an answer. They walk through the forest in silence for a couple of minutes, listening to the night ambiance around them, before Ace speaks up. “What’s wrong? I know something is up.” Felix curses Ace silently for knowing him so well.

“Nothing.” He tries to play it off but Ace stops them by cutting ahead of him. He faces him and takes Felix’s other hand in his free one.

“We both know that’s bull. You know you’ll feel better if you tell me.” Felix hates that Ace is right. “Just tell me, love.” Felix sighs, quietly.

“I hate my hair.” He states, fully expecting Ace to laugh at him but it never comes. Instead he releases one of his hands to caress his cheek.

“Why so, love?” He asks gently. Felix loves how understanding and soft he is with him.

“Well in the beginning it was just because I had longer hair when I was younger. Which I hated. It was always in my face like it is now, and it's so overwhelming. And now,” Felix chokes up. “Now I almost got you killed because of it. I just want to cut it all off.” Ace immediately pulls him into a tight embrace, setting his head in the nook of his neck.

“I’m sorry, Felix.” He pulls away to look at his face. “I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be for you, right now. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not mad at you for blocking me from the gate. I understand it was a mistake, and I know you would never do that to me.” Felix feels like crying. He manages to get a small nod out.

Ace brushes a small lock of hair behind Felix’s ear. “As for it being in your face, maybe we can ask Meg to borrow a ponytail for the time being?” He offers to Felix. Again, Felix nods.

“Thank you, Ace. I appreciate it.” Felix says, giving Ace a small kiss.

“I’m always going to be here for you, love.” Ace says pulling Felix along to continue their walk through the woods. “Plus, I think you’d look hot with your hair up.” Ace starts laughing as Felix playfully shoves him. “Only joking!” He says with a bright smile.

[felix-best-boy]

Pumpkin and Crème

Some domestic, after entity, Dwight and Felix cooking. I just really wanted to write something relating to the season but also featuring my lovely boys. 

Pairing: Dwight x Felix

Note: This will contain NSFW content, please don’t read if you’re underage or uncomfortable with such topics, thank you.

Dwight leans over the counter of his and Felix’s shared apartment as he flattens the dough out with a rolling pin. The smell of pumpkin welcomes him as a Halloween playlist can be heard in the background, which must have been playing a little too loudly as he doesn’t hear Felix as he wraps his arms around his waist, behind him. 

“I didn’t hear you come up behind me.” Dwight admits. 

“Sorry, love.” Dwight shakes his head and continues rolling out the dough as Felix’s hands rest lightly on his hips.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Felix nods against Dwight’s shoulder and leaves a kiss on the nape of his neck, before letting him go and leaning against the countertop next to him.

“Do you need any help?” Felix asks him, looking up at Dwight’s focused face. Dwight thinks for a second before answering.

“Hm, I’m just about done but if you want you can add the veins to the leaf cut outs.” He looks to Felix for a second, waiting for his response.

“I would love to.” Felix turns his attention away from Dwight, and immediately gets to work making the small lines in the dough with a toothpick. Dwight, who finishes sooner than his partner, now getting the chance to watch him work. Felix is careful and precise with each line, it makes him so intriguing to watch. It doesn’t last long though, as Felix catches him staring and meets his gaze.

“S-sorry.” Dwight stumbles out with a blush of embarrassment, as Felix shakes his head.

“Don’t be, love.” Felix consoles and continues to finish the lines on the cut outs. Not even two minutes later he’s finished the leaves and starts to place them on the top of the pie. Dwight jumping in with design advice now and then, wanting it to look perfect. “Looks amazing.” Felix compliments, as Dwight puts the pie into the oven. “Not as amazing as you though.” Dwight was about to protest but was pleasantly surprised by a sudden kiss from Felix, silencing him. 

Felix pushes him lightly against the counter top, trapping him in as he passionately kisses him. Dwight wraps his arms around Felix’s neck, pulling him in, embracing the kiss. Dwight’s hands slowly make their way into Felix’s hair as Felix trails kisses leading to his neck, carefully nipping at it. Dwight let’s out a small yelp as Felix bites into his skin feeling a light blush start to spread across his face. Felix makes his way back to Dwight’s lips with a sly smile as he starts to unbutton his shirt. 

Felix lightly rakes his nails over Dwight’s back as he pushes the button up off of his shoulders. Dwight shivers as Felix runs his hands over him, arching his back slightly as he does so. Dwight now almost completely leaned against Felix to escape his ticklish touch. Felix chuckles and carefully picks up Dwight, wrapping his legs around him and carrying him to the island of the kitchen and sitting him on top of it. 

Dwight, now looking down at Felix, brings him slowly back into the kiss as he unbuttons his partner's shirt. As Dwight finishes with the last button, Felix’s finger runs over his nipple making him jolt slightly. Felix notes this and does it again, as he lightly bites Dwight’s bottom lip. As Felix continues abusing his nipples, Dwight grips into the loose fabric on Felix torso and scrunching his face to focus on being quiet.

“Don’t.” Felix requests, as he rests a hand on Dwight’s cheek in an attempt to relax the muscles there. “I love the way you sound.” He compliments as he kisses his jaw line. Dwight complies, yet still embarrassed from his own noises, as Felix starts unbuttoning Dwight’s slacks. Felix soon finds himself reluctantly stopping and quickly heading to their bedroom to grab a bottle of lube. As he comes back he immediately reconnects their lips and starts playing with the band of Dwight’s boxers. 

Felix slowly tugs away at Dwight’s bottom half, and throws aside the loose clothing. Felix gently pushes Dwight down against the island countertop, lifting one leg over his arm as he does so. He carefully warms lube between his fingers before gently pushing his fingers inside. Dwight almost immediately feels pleasure as Felix slowly moves his fingers in and out, rolling his hips in time with Felix’s fingers. After a while it wasn’t enough for Dwight anymore. 

“Felix, please.” Dwight begs. Felix decides to play dumb, as he leans down and peppers kisses over Dwight’s stomach.

“Please what, love?” He teases. Dwight flushes, embarrassed to answer, and covers his face with his arm. 

“Please fuck me.” Dwight lets out, arm still covering his eyes. Felix lets a hum out in acceptance to his request. He immediately stands from his hover over Dwight, and slowly takes his fingers away leaving Dwight feeling empty. Felix makes quick work of rubbing himself in lube before lining himself up with Dwight and slowly pushing into him. 

Dwight lets out a small moan as Felix pushes his way fully inside. Felix starts slow, thrusting gently not wanting to hurt Dwight, but realizes quickly Dwight’s hips rolling to create more friction. He smiles to himself and starts to thrust faster, leaning against the island counter for more stability as he does so. Dwight notices his whines filling the air over the subtle grunts from Felix. Embarrassed again he bites his hand in efforts to silence himself, Felix almost immediately notices this and takes his hand out of his mouth and intertwines their fingers together. 

With one hand occupied Dwight brings his other one down to his hard cock, clumsily stroking it. Felix places his spare hand over Dwight’s to assist him in jerking himself, holding him steady as he does so. Soon after a shiver is sent up Dwight’s spine, letting out a light moan in the process. Felix found his prostate. He immediately notices and slows his thrusts to rub against Dwight’s prostate painstakingly slow, only making Dwight’s whines louder. 

“You’re so sexy, love. So good for me.” Felix praises him, slightly out of breath from his thrusts. Dwight tightens around him and he can feel himself get closer to climax as his thrusts begin to sputter, and from the looks of it Dwight isn’t too far off either. He speeds up his thrusts to match the speed of his hand around Dwight’s cock, leaving Dwight slightly overwhelmed in the best way. Felix soon finds himself cumming in Dwight as he keeps lightly clenching around him. It’s not too much longer for Dwight as they both continue to stroke his now very pink cock, sending spurts of cum landing on both of their chests and bits of open countertop. 

For a couple of minutes the room is only filled with pants from both men as they catch their breaths, until the timer on the oven starts going off. Felix starts to chuckle as Dwight lets out a tired sigh.

“The pie is done.” 

[felix-best-boy]

Lol

So I just spent three hours on a piece and tumblr just deleted the whole draft, so ill have something up tomorrow, im sorry.