Oh, another 3H blog! I like the stuff you have written so far! Uhm how about a drabble of Felix trying pull his student fem!s/o into a round of cuddling? Preferably as a drabble but if you prefer headcanons, go ahead! Good luck with your blog!! 💗 — Mod Deirdre (*ˊૢᵕˋૢ*)
a special thanks to my friend starry on discord for giving me the idea to use a cat as the catalyst for this. cat. aylst. sorry i'll go now
when you hear a faint muttering from around the corner, you honestly expect to see anyone but felix kneeling on the cobblestone. his back is facing you, but you can see the longhaired calico he's holding from over his shoulder. you duck back behind the wall, peeking around to enjoy the show while it lasts
he's resting his cheek between triangle ears, whispering barely-audible sweet nothings to his feline companion. "your fur is very soft today. has someone been brushing you?"
this is golden. you nearly squirm in glee thinking of all the ammunition this is giving you. seeing felix in such a vulnerable state is endearing beyond words, and you can't help but feeling like the goddess herself has blessed you with the opportunity to witness it
after you feel like enough time has passed, you round the corner, satisfied with how the click of your shoe against the pavement makes his back go ramrod-straight. "if only you would hold me like that"
his startled jolt sends the cat running, and he spares a second to reach for her before catching himself. you can already see the flush creeping up the back of his neck
"don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?" he spits, refusing to look back at you. if he's trying to give off an intimidating aura, he's failing horribly. you think it's more likely that he's hiding his burning face, trying to preserve a single shred of dignity
"i can't believe you've let another woman come between us," you croon, revelling in his misery. he finally stands, dust crusting the knees of his pants. you finally get a good look at his face when he crowds you against the wall. just as you thought, he's red up to his hairline. you decide not to point out the bits of orange hair clinging to his shirt collar
he hisses through grit teeth, "if you tell anyone about this..."
you finally relent, teasing grin slipping into something gentler. "i wouldn't dream of it." you give him just enough time to breathe before you continue. "on one condition," you hold up a finger for emphasis. "you let me see that side of you more often. i know you're capable of showing affection, but you never do. you're stiff and standoffish, and i wouldn't have you any other way, but i'd like to see you be soft sometimes, too."
his brows furrow deeper. you ready yourself for another biting remark, but he sags in defeat, letting his hand fall from where it had been on the wall beside your head
"what's that? i didn't quite hear you," you grin when his lip curls back and he flings his head away, looking anywhere but your eyes
"i said fine. i'll do what you want, but i'd better not hear you say anything else about it. give me your hands."
you place your hands in his, palm to palm, and he threads your fingers together, still decidedly looking at whatever must be so interesting on the ground beside you. he grouses a bit when you press a kiss to your joined knuckles, but he lets you. you enjoy your small moment of peace before he makes some half-baked excuse to leave, something about owing more favors if someone sees him like this, but you don't miss the brief smile on his lips before he leaves
me @me hey you know drabbles are supposed to be short right? i got carried away and didn't even get to the part i was supposed to write yet, so i'm gonna divide this up and make a part two later. i love teasing felix and you can pry my indulgent self-insertion out of my cold, dead hands
