Join Felix on his Minecraft adventure to build the Niceland Apartments after his game is unplugged. -----* I try to answer every question, but they may not be answered in the order I receive them!
It's that time again—another birthday for the Wreck-It Ralph fandom! On June 6th, 2012, the first-ever WIR trailer premiered at E3 and we got our first sneak peek into the hidden world of Litwak’s Arcade. This was the start of the movie’s fandom, as well as the speculation and anticipation about the film!
Just as I do every year, I want to say thank you to all of the Wreckling friends I’ve made in this fandom for their companionship, support, and for all the good times we've had owing to the inspiration of this movie! Also, a big thanks to the cast and crew is in order for creating the movie that brought us together as a fandom and as friends, and helped launch all of our continued appreciation for the characters, story, and world of the arcade.
Even though I post a similarly-phrased tribute every year, I never feel any less happy to see us still here as a fandom, having a great time with this movie and still spreading the love year after year! Here’s to us celebrating many more anniversaries together, and keep wreckin'!
(( A long time ago, I had started writing a 2nd chapter of this fic I was proud of titled 'Amends.' And I've found some time and motivation to revisit it and finish it! Hope y'all enjoy!
Tagging some pals @bashfulgnome, @sgtcalhouns, @shitpost-it-tristan
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As he sat, squeezed into the tiny cart, Ralph felt a small hand reach out to pat his arm as he thumbed the shiny, gold medal in his palm.
“It’s going to be alright,” Felix chuckled as he sat backward in the car ahead of the gentle giant. “You’ll see.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” the wrecker grumbled. “Sarge hasn’t smacked you around...”
Ralph brought his hand up to his jaw, remembering that punch that knocked a big fella like him over like it was nothing.
“Oh, she has,” Felix tittered.
“What?” Ralph was dumbstruck.
“Oh, no, no,” Felix caught on to the wrecker’s worried look. “I asked her to.”
“...What?” Now he was completely lost.
“I mean—” the handyman panicked, realizing how odd that sounded. “I-it was a weird situation. We had to get out of the Taffy Swamp, and I assure you it was a…mutually agreed upon…thing.”
His face burning bright, Felix turned away, mortified.
“Okay…” Ralph said with a small puff of air.
“I can explain,” Felix offered timidly.
“Please don’t,” despite the awkwardness, there was a part of Ralph that found all of it amusing. As long as Felix was okay, he didn’t need to know anything else.
When the cart came to a stop, the pair hopped out together. Crossing the threshold leading to Game Central Station, a loud alarm buzzed as a red grid flashed on the outlet portal.
Ralph groaned, and Felix blinked, the Surge Protector manifesting beside them in a flash.
“Step aside, sir, random security check,” the blue man mumbled, eyes glued to his clipboard.
Ralph rolled his eyes and paused mid-stride when Felix moved forward instead. Curious to see how this played out, the wrecker remained still.
“Name?” the Surge Protector asked.
“Fix-It Felix Jr., sir!”
The guard looked up from his document, meeting the handyman’s bright eyes before looking further up towards Ralph.
Surge continued his questioning with a sigh, which the handyman happily obliged.
“Anything to declare?”
“Thank you for keeping us safe!” Felix smiled.
“Mhm,” Surge clicked his pen and glanced at Ralph one last time, giving the wrecker the opportunity for a cheeky wave goodbye. The officer disappeared with a bolt of electricity, and the boys continued on their way, walking side by side towards ‘Hero’s Duty.’
Ralph observed Felix periodically waving to folks he knew. While many still kept a wide berth, most sprites simply stared, eyes shifting from the little handyman to the lumbering giant beside him. His heart sank a little; while things may have improved at home, he was still at odds with the rest of the arcade. It was a relief when they reached their destination, waiting for the train and stepping aside as it docked to let the departing soldiers offload.
“Hey!” One turned around with a smile, and Felix recognized him as Tamora’s right-hand man. “You two are brave, coming back in here.”
“Corporal!” The handyman was delighted to see a familiar face. “We’re just here to return something and apologize to Miss Sergeant Calhoun for the whole Cybug mess.”
“T.J., huh? Apologize…” The marine chuckled, appearing to think something over. “She’s been pretty busy installing more security. I’d better escort you.”
Felix beamed, hopping onto the train behind Kohut and waving at his coworker to come along. Sitting down, Ralph remained quiet as Felix and the Corporal exchanged pleasant conversation.
“Alright, here goes,” Kohut said lightheartedly as the transport came to a stop. Leading the pair into the main lobby of ‘Hero’s Duty,’ he spotted his superior just ahead.
“Sarge! You’ve got visitors,” the corporal called out over the bustle of soldiers moving from point A to point B.
The blonde turned around with a frown, which softened when she realized just who her guests were.
“Hello, ma’am,” Felix’s heart fluttered as she approached, politely removing his cap.
“Fix-It,” she looked down at him with a smile. And Ralph’s heart nearly stopped when her gaze met his, her smile fading as she crossed her arms. “Wreck-It.”
“Hi,” Ralph squeaked, stepping slightly behind Felix.
“State your business,” Tamora commanded, hands moving to her hips. The wrecker froze, jolting back to life when Felix lightly elbowed his side.
“U-uhm—” Ralph stammered, reaching into his overalls’ pocket. “S-sorry it took so long, I had to go looking for it, but…here.”
The wrecker pulled out the ‘Medal of Heroes’ he’d stolen.
“I’m sorry I jumped into your game and royally screwed things up on top of taking this. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. So…yeah. I wanted to give it back.”
Ralph placed the medal in the Sergeant's hand, his head hanging low. Tamora took a good, long look at it, as if scrutinizing its surface for any blemishes. Her steely eyes flicked upwards, causing the wrecker to shy away.
“Keep it,” she said after a few more tense moments, placing it back in Ralph’s hands. She smirked at his stunned expression.
“B-but, I can’t…”
“You can.”
“I stole it.”
“You earned it.”
“N-no, I—”
“Keep it or else.”
“...’ Kay,” Ralph mumbled, clutching the medal close to his chest. Redirecting the Sergeant’s attention, he pushed the handyman beside him forward. “Felix has something to ask you.”
The little 8-Bit stumbled, the bill of his cap slipping downwards over his face. Tamora knelt, smiling at the bright red hue on his face when she lifted it.
“Yes, civilian?” She invited him to speak.
“W-well, I—” Felix gulped as the soldiers surrounding them stopped their respective tasks to stare. “Ralph and I are heading to ‘Sugar Rush’ to watch the races. I thought maybe you’d like to join me— u-us?”
After a few nerve-wracking moments, the sergeant took one of the fixer’s hands in hers, standing upright.
“Kohut!” she barked at her second in command. “Tell all these nosey halfwits to get back to business. I’m taking my leave.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Kohut saluted, at least attempting to keep a straight face. “Have a good time, ma’am!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tamora shook her head. Felix practically floated behind her as the blond brushed past Ralph. “Sorry, Wreck-It, I’m not holding your hand.”
“Fine with me,” the larger man chuckled, stepping onto the train behind the happy couple.
An alarm rang again as the newly formed trio exited ‘Hero’s Duty.’
“Random security check,” the Surge Protector glanced up from his clipboard, doing a double-take.
“Wow, I sure feel popular!” Felix tittered, letting go of Tamora’s hand to step aside. “That’s twice in one night!”
“Yeah,” Ralph snarked. “Kinda makes you think these things might not be so ‘random’ after all…”
Tamora glanced back at the wrecker with a smirk. “You got a reputation for causing mischief, Shortstack?” she quipped.
“M-me? Heavens, no!” Felix blanched, turning to the Surge Protector for affirmation. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, Felix,” the man sighed, jotting some notes and clicking his pen. “You’re all good, carry on.”
And as the Surge Protector disappeared once more, the trio proceeded, Felix giving one last curious glance back before brushing it off.
The evening roster race was exciting, but thankfully not quite as eventful as the previous time Felix and Calhoun had visited ‘Sugar Rush.’ Vanellope once again earned herself a spot for the next day's list of racers, and the four of them celebrated together until about halfway through the night. They figured that getting some individual downtime before the next arcade shift would be beneficial.
“Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow…” Vanellope said with drama as she accompanied her guests to the top of the rainbow-candy road at the exit of her game.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ralph chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, kid. Top shelf.”
“Top shelf!” the girl jumped up to pound the wrecker’s fist.
“This was fun,” Tamora smirked, slapping the bill of Felix’s cap as he stood next to her. “You’ll have to bring me here more often, Fix-It.”
“Can do,” he giggled, moving his iconic headwear back into place.
“Bye, Stinkbrain, G’bye Hammer Time, G’bye Sarge!” The racer emphatically waved as her friends made their exit.
And as it came time to drop off Calhoun at ‘Hero’s Duty,’ Ralph made sure to avert his eyes when the tall woman kneeled to kiss her date goodnight. The wrecker couldn’t help but chuckle when his coworker stumbled over to him, positively love-drunk.
At this hour, Grand Central Station was much emptier, which was how Ralph preferred it. He could walk about more freely and almost forget about his status as a pariah…Almost. He and Felix were nearly home when, once again, a red grid flashed across the outlet.
Ralph groaned with a remark of disbelief, standing aside as Surge manifested himself behind them.
“Random security check.”
“Sir, I don’t want to assume,” Felix interjected politely, despite a subtle tone of annoyance. “But now I can’t help but think that I am doing something wrong here—”
“Oh, for Peter’s sake, Felix, not you!” Surge raised his voice, pointing his clipboard at Ralph. “Him.”
The handyman blushed, closing his mouth. The wrecker sighed, finally stepping forward.
“You sure have been all over the place lately,” the Surge Protector remarked as he readied his pen.
“Is that a problem?” Ralph clapped back.
“Well, we’ll just have to see,” the security guard said as he equipped the metal detecting wand from his belt. “Arms and feet apart.”
Felix’s brows furrowed as he watched Surge wave the wand around Ralph’s silhouette, stopping when the device beeped rapidly over the wrecker’s chest pocket.
“Aha…” Surge deadpanned. There, he revealed the ‘Medal of Heroes' and confiscated it. “Stealing…”
“Now hang on just a minute!” Felix stomped forward, surprising the pair. “Ralph earned that medal.”
“Bad guys don’t win medals,” Surge chuckled, jotting a note on his clipboard.
Felix’s eyebrows raised, transported back to the party just before Raph went ‘Turbo’ and the argument the Wrecker and Gene had echoing in his mind. That night, Felix had done nothing to stop the injustice, and he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. His face growing hot, he leaned forward.
“Well, they do now!” Felix snatched the medal and handed it back to Ralph. “Sergeant Calhoun happily awarded him this medal; you can verify with her.”
“Felix, I’m going to need that back,” Surge said with a mix of confusion and sadness etched on his face. “If you don’t comply, I will have no choice but to detain you.”
“On what grounds?”
“Accessory to theft.”
The handyman’s jaw went slack. In all his years, he’s never been written up for anything. “Is my word not good enough?” he asked.
“I’m afraid not,” Surge sighed.
“Felix, it’s alright,” Ralph interjected. “Just let him have it.”
The wrecker was about to surrender the medal when Felix took hold of it again.
“No, it’s not alright,” he stood firm, looking straight into the Surge Protector’s eyes. “This isn’t right. But if you’re so certain, go ahead— lock us up. And when you try to return this ‘stolen item’ to Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun of ‘Hero’s Duty,’ see what happens.”
Ralph was impressed, as it seemed the handyman nearly convinced the security guard to fold. With another long exhale, Surge manifested a small handcuff, clasping it to the hero’s right wrist. “Have it your way,” he mumbled, pressing a button on his wristwatch. The device on Felix’s wrist beeped, and in a flash of blue light, the handyman was gone, the golden metal clanging to the floor.
“Anything cheeky or clever to declare today, Ralph?” Surge proceeded to place a large handcuff around the wrecker's wrist.
“Yeah, I do,” Ralph grumbled. “Do you feel good about yourself?”
His words seemed to strike a nerve, as Surge’s brows furrowed before engaging his wristwatch. As his cuff beeped, the wrecker held his breath, feet set apart. He winced as a bright blue light engulfed him, reopening them to the inside of a detention cell.
He looked around him, his gaze finally landing on the floor, where Felix lay on his back, gloved hand on his chest and breathing heavily.
“Yeah, it can be disorienting— here,” Ralph extended a hand, helping his friend up. Both of them settled down on a nearby bench.
“This…happens to you that often?” The handyman managed between a few breaths.
“Oh, yeah,” Ralph let it roll off his shoulders with a chuckle. “I guess you could say this is my home away from home.”
Felix seemed stunned as he looked up at the wrecker. “I meant the security checks…every time tonight, he was trying to screen you?”
His lips pressed together, Ralph nodded. The handyman felt sick to his stomach, unsure if it was the excess electricity still buzzing through him, or the overwhelming disappointment he bore towards the Surge Protector— towards himself for how naive he’d been. All of those feelings came rushing to the surface, quite literally, as he ran to the toilet in the corner, heaving into the bowl.
“Ay-yai-yai,” Ralph frowned, placing a comforting hand on Felix’s back. “That jump scrambled you real good…I’ve heard it can be rough on smaller sprites.”
Once he was finally relieved, the handyman removed the glove from his left hand and turned on the combination sink, using his bare palm to scoop water into his mouth and rinse. He then wetted his glove and pressed it to the back of his neck. Both he and Ralph returned to the bench, and the wrecker folded his hands as he looked over his friend's pale face.
“I look pretty pathetic, don’t I?” Felix joked, catching his companion’s stare from his periphery. When he peered up, there was not a trace of pity on the wrecker's face. Instead, he smiled with a gentle shake of his head.
“Far from it,” Ralph said sincerely. “I’ve…never had anyone stand up for me like that; it was pretty awesome…Thank you.”
Felix flashed a sheepish grin. “It’s like I said; I don’t want to be who I was on our 30th…And if you thought that was good, just wait until Tamora finds out.”
Ralph let out a booming laugh. “I almost forgot! You think she’s gonna rip him to shreds?”
“Mhm! And I was really nice to try and warn him too.”
“He almost listened,” the wrecker chuckled. “So I guess there’s not much left to do but wait.”
“Shouldn’t be long now,” Felix smirked, leaning back.
And as the handyman surmised, just a few minutes later, the pair heard distant shouting, growing in volume as the door to the detention block opened.
“— This entire arcade would be Cybug fodder if it weren’t for that man! And I don’t care if he started it; he stuck around and risked his life to put an end to it!” Tamora’s voice echoed down the hall as she tailed a frazzled Surge Protector. “Show some respect! And ‘accessory to theft?’ Of all the idiotic, bumbling nonsense...Fix-It Felix wouldn’t take a single penny from a ‘loose change dish’ in case someone needed it more than he did!”
“She’s got you pegged,” Ralph joked with a nudge to the handyman’s side.
“And you,” Felix replied with a soft chuckle. The two of them sat upright when the Surge Protector and Calhoun came into view, the blue guard hastily and clumsily grabbing his keys to unlock the cell.
“Y-you–you two are free to go,” he gulped, shielding himself with the barred door from the piercing glare of the Sergeant beside him. The cuffs around their wrists disappeared, and the pair walked out and into the hallway.
Ralph had a toothy grin from ear to ear, thanking the Sergeant as he walked by. As for Felix, he briefly stopped in front of the Surge Protector with one last thing to declare. “Thank you for keeping us safe,” he said.
The wrecker could hardly contain his mirth as the trio left the Surge Protector’s station, reentering Game Central at the far end where the ground wire and neutral wire split.
“That was amazing,” he grinned, bringing his fingers towards his mouth with an exaggerated kissing motion. “The cherry on top.”
“Seems you’re a bit of a troublemaker, after all, Short-stuff,” Tamora smirked down at her beau before reaching into her inventory to present Ralph with the ‘Medal of Heroes' for a second time. “And you. If anyone else gives you any guff about this, come to me, and I will personally instruct them to stick it where the sun don’t shine.”
Ralph wasn’t sure how to respond, grimacing slightly at the vibrant picture she painted. “Well, I hope for their sakes that it doesn’t come to that…but thank you.”
“You’re an asset to this arcade, Ralph,” the sergeant added, clasping her hand to his shoulder. “They’ll learn to see it in time.”
With a modest smile, the wrecker nodded softly. He appreciated her words, even if he couldn’t believe them quite yet.
“Fix-It. You mentioned root beer floats for our next date, but I’m feeling parched on account of all the yelling. What if we went right now?”
Felix went red in the face. Obviously, he wanted to say yes, but felt torn as he stammered, his eyes bouncing between her and Ralph. Relieving his friend from the awkward moment, the giant held out his palms and stepped back.
“He’s all yours, Sarge,” he chuckled. “You two have fun.”
“You sure you’ll be alright, Ralph?” Felix asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replied sincerely. “Thanks again to both of you. I feel lucky knowing you’ve got my back.”
The trio split apart, and Ralph’s chest felt full as he walked back home. Coming up to the outlet of ‘Fix-ItFelix Jr.,’ he paused only briefly before crossing the barrier. There was no alarm, no red blinking lights— just silence.
Relieved, Calhoun’s parting words echoed in his mind as he continued forward. Maybe things could change, even if just one game at a time.
(( Finally, I have clawed my way out of my block with this fic. I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get this next chapter up. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this chapter, which should allow other things I've already written to come together! ))
Tagging some pals! @sgtcalhouns, @bashfulgnome, @shitpost-it-tristan
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Tamora turned in bed, eyes fluttering open when she felt the empty space on the mattress beside her. With a soft sigh, she sat up, taking in her surroundings while the drowsiness subsided.
The morning sun poured through the windows, creating golden flecks of light as the rays reflected off the dust gently floating about the room.
Around the corner, Tamora heard the soft creak of a chair, and she silently stepped towards it. Peering through the open door, she couldn’t help but smile when she saw her beau fiddling away with whatever had called him to his bench so early.
He always liked to do things with his hands, whittling being one of his favorite pastimes. Wooden figures and toys lined the workshop wall in varying states of completion as he focused on his latest creation.
“Someone new?” the blonde couldn’t help but chuckle at her husband’s sheepish grin.
“Come and see. I’m just putting on the finishing touches,” Brad hummed as he grabbed a tiny dry brush.
Her curiosity setting in, Tamora approached his table, her jaw going slack as he dappled rosy cheeks on a familiar, boyish face.
“There…I think that’s a pretty good likeness, don’t you?”
Brad held the finished piece outward for her to see properly. It was unmistakable, from the rounded nose to the tiny crow's feet complementing his smile, it was a lovingly whittled figure of Felix. A wave of guilt washed over the blonde as she looked between it and the man beside her. Eventually, she mustered up a simple nod.
Brad smiled, wiping some sawdust from the dried paint.
“I like him. He has a kind face,” he mused.
“He’s a lot like you…” Tamora professed, perching herself on the edge of the workbench. “Maybe a little too much sometimes.”
The man beside her chuckled, and he let a few beats of silence pass between them before replying.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this happy.”
Tamora’s heart sank at those words, another pang of guilt eating at her insides. Her husband’s smile remained sincere as tears filled her eyes.
“You may not believe you deserve to feel like this, but I do.” Gently, Brad pushed the figurine into her hands. “And so does he…Hold onto him for me.”
Tamora nodded as she grasped the figure tight. A banging on the door sent a chill up her spine, all too familiar with what came next.
“Now, who could that be at this hour?” Brad asked as he stood up from his stool. The sun shining through the windows dimmed into an inky black as he passed through the door from the workshop and toward the front door of their home.
Tamora followed him, reaching out a hand in vain. Her dreams with Brad always ended the same, no matter how hard she tried to stop him, begging him not to answer. She was so tired. Stopping, the blonde brought the figure in her hands to her chest, tears stinging her cheeks as she watched Brad open the door. His silhouette was enveloped in firelight as he crossed the threshold, glowing too bright for the blonde to bear…
With a gasp, Tamora sat up, warm sunlight greeting her for a second time as a door opened to her left. A soft silhouette walked in, her blurry eyes focusing in to realize it was Felix holding a small vase of wildflowers.
“Oh, you’re awake!” he said cheerfully, closing the door. Turning back around, his smile faltered when he spotted tears wetting Tamora’s pale cheeks. Setting down the flowers, he joined her on the mattress, brushing the moisture away with his thumbs as he cupped her face in his hands.
“What’s the matter?” he said sweetly. “Did you have another nightmare?”
Tamora shook her head softly, pulling him into an embrace. “A dream,” she muttered.
“You sure? You’re holding onto me mighty tight, darlin’.”
She smiled, nodding her head into the dip of his shoulder.
Felix was delighted when Tamora voiced interest in his workshop and was more than happy to show the blonde some of his current projects. Some simple furniture in varying states of completion, a variety of wooden and steel wagon parts, hardware, and hand tools. All the practical things that were the bread and butter to a man of his profession.
But what Tamora eventually gravitated towards was a shelf decorated with whittled animals.
“Oh, those,” Felix smiled. “My friend Ralph and his little girl, Vanellope, come to visit every winter when everything slows down. On stormy days, this is what we do to pass the time. That one’s mine from last year, and these are theirs.”
The handyman pointed to a row of bears of different sizes and levels of craftsmanship. He pulled his off the shelf for her to see better, and Tamora held the figure in her hands, admiring it with a soft upturn of the lips.
“My husband would do this kind of thing all the time,” she said. “He made toys; always tinkering on something new.”
She let a few beats of silence pass as the memories flowed.
“He had a workshop much like this; but filled with dollhouses and rocking horses. If things were different… I think the two of you would have been friends,” She looked up at the handyman’s awed expression. “Sorry… is that a strange thing to say?”
“Well I certainly don’t think so,” Felix was quick in his reply. “I believe it’s an honor.”
Tamora wasn’t quite sure why those words made her blush. She laughed off her embarrassment, and Felix joined her, cupping her hands with his.
“Forgive my dumbstruck look,” he grinned. “It’s just that this is the most you’ve spoken of him. I’d love to know more if you’ll allow.”
Tamora nodded slowly. “His name was Brad. Bradley Scott Calhoun.”
“And so that makes you Tamora–”
“Jean,” she helped him along.
“Tamora Jean Calhoun,” Felix finished with a wistful sigh. “Tammy Jean.”
Tamora continued to share whatever came to mind, down to the mundane things that surprised even her with how well she remembered them. And all the while, Felix listened intently, the sincere joy on his face keeping her going.
“What did he look like?” his curiosity overflowed.
“Brown hair, much darker than yours—he was tall, with more angular features. But you have the same eyes…”
Those eyes were a brilliant blue, which overflowed with kindness and affection. Damn them— they never failed to make her cold heart prove that it still had a beat.
A distant knocking startled the pair, followed by a low voice calling the handyman’s name.
Tamora’s hand gripped reflexively onto the stock of her revolver, and Felix laid his hand over it with a shake of his head. He’d been trying some time now to get her to look with her eyes first, not her gun. He peered out the open double doors of his workshop.
“Hi Don!” Felix greeted his visitor, giving his lady a signal that everything was okay before stepping out further. “How can I help you?”
Tamora listened as the two spoke, still preferring not to be seen. She hears some mention about the mayor before Felix returned, stopping short of the threshold when he nearly bumped into her.
“I’ve got to run into town,” he explained, taking hold of her hands. “The mayor’s got some odd and ends that need doing.”
She could tell he felt guilty for having to leave in the middle of such a nice afternoon, but that tended to come with the occupation, and she understood.
“Duty calls,” she affirmed with a soft squeeze.
Felix smiled, pecking her on the cheek. “See you soon, Tammy Jean,” he sighed.
Tamora waited until the two men left before leaving the workshop, heading back to the main house, an hour passing before she heard distant hoofsteps paired with the steady creak of a wagon. Peering out of the front window, she spotted a large man driving a workhorse up the trail leading to the house.
He was a stranger; unlike any of the townspeople the handyman often worked with. His build was intimidating, with thick arms, and shoulders that could carry a railroad tie each. The blonde’s heart raced, grasping her shotgun as the stranger halted his wagon and stepped down from the driver’s box.
She wasted no time in ‘greeting’ the giant, bursting out of the front door with her barrels aimed at his broad chest.
“State your business,” she barked.
The man raised his hands, staring at her with a mix of surprise and confusion. After sizing her up, however, his brows slowly furrowed. “There’s a handyman that lives up here... Where is he?”
The stranger spoke in a tone she didn’t care for, and she pumped her gun.
“You won’t find him here. So I suggest you turn around and—”
Faster than the blink of an eye, the giant grasped the barrel of her weapon and yanked it clean out of her hands. And as she stumbled forward along with it, a large fist picked her up by the front of her shirt.
“No. You’re going to tell me where he is right now,” he growled, ignoring the blows to his chest by Tamora’s legs. “And if I find out you hurt him, I’ll—”
“R-r-ralph?” a small voice interrupted, and a little raven-haired girl yawned as she peeked out from the back of the stranger’s wagon. “What's going on?”
The girl looked to the woman dangling from her guardian's grip with an indignant frown. “Who the h-heck are y-you?”
Tamora’s eyes went wide as she remembered Felix telling her about a friend of his who had a girl with her description. “Shit,” she sighed, embarrassed by her rashness. Peering back down at the man holding her, she ceased her struggle. “Are you…Ralph and Vanellope by chance?”
The giant’s angry expression turned quizzical, and after sharing a glance with the young girl behind him, he slowly set the blonde down.
Tamora wakes in the middle of the night with a very specific goal in mind; Felix is happy to help her achieve it.
hiii so this is the product of a challenge I gave myself to write smut with no dialogue whatsoever. it was a good exercise for flexing my descriptive muscles! this takes place in the mechanic au because 🤷♀️ nsfw. enjoy!!
Tamora woke with a gasp, the last remnants of her dream fading away the moment she opened her eyes. The bedroom was dark, and she felt Felix’s soft frame against her back, one of his arms draped loosely over her middle. Just as she considered going back to sleep, she took note of the sensations that lingered in her body, the flush of heat in her chest and the thrum of pleasure between her legs. Whatever she had been dreaming about, it had almost been enough to bring her to climax; it would be an awful shame to put it to waste.
Testing the waters, she shifted against Felix, hoping for a sign that he wasn’t deep in slumber. While she was more than capable of solving this little problem by herself, having his help was always more fun. Her eyes lit up when he pressed closer and she felt his own arousal pressed against her backside. He pulled her flush against him, sending a thrill through her system. Now that she had confirmed his interest, she took a more direct approach and reached behind her, palming his erection over his pajamas. A huff of warm breath met her back as he sighed at the contact.
His hand dipped down the front of her pajama bottoms, slipping beneath the elastic of her underwear and cupping her mound. Gentle fingers explored her folds before playing at her entrance, and he moaned as he was met with the slick of her arousal. Tamora recognized his intentions as he methodically rubbed her from back to front, ensuring that her clit was sufficiently lubricated so he could touch her in earnest. And as much as she appreciated his efforts, right now she found herself unwilling to wait any longer for what her body truly wanted.
She pulled her bottoms down a ways, hoping this would be enough for Felix to get the hint. He followed her lead, pulling his boxers down and pressing the tip of his shaft under the curve of her backside. Tamora knew he wouldn’t go further without her express consent, so she reached between her legs and gently positioned him at her entrance. With a gentle push and a firm grip on her hip, he was inside, and they both sighed with relief. He moved slowly at first as he got familiar with their positioning, and she couldn’t help but push back against him with a small whine as a plea for more.
He wrapped his arm around her to keep her close as he picked up the pace, and she was happy to meet his thrusts with enthusiasm. She hadn’t fully realized how pent up she was, and she thanked the powers that be that Felix seemed just as eager.
As the more sentimental partner, Felix tended to dislike any position where he couldn’t see her face — whatever was gained in pleasure was lost in emotional intimacy, and he could hardly bear that tradeoff. But as Tamora’s head spun with pleasure, she thought they would need to find a way to do this more often. And as her moans grew more desperate, she had a feeling he was inclined to agree with her. In this position, his cock rubbed against her sweet spot with every thrust, and when his practiced fingers found their way back to her clitoris to stimulate her from both sides, she thought she might combust.
His face was pressed between her shoulder blades and she could feel the heat of every breath as he tried to muffle his sounds of pleasure. She felt no such responsibility to contain herself as his touch set her ablaze and finally gave her body the release it had been craving. Her orgasm crashed through her and she gripped his wrist, nails digging into the back of his hand as he sent her reeling. Soon she felt him trembling against her as he reached his own climax, and she was happy to meet every spasming thrust as his body chased the high.
Their energy now spent, they took a long moment to catch their breath. Felix once again wrapped his arm around Tamora’s middle and pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder as they began to relax. She nearly succumbed to sleep, but decided that the morning would be much more pleasant if she got cleaned up now. When she turned over her shoulder to invite him to join her, she was somewhat surprised to see him sound asleep. There was nothing he loved more than to cuddle in the afterglow, and here he was sleeping right through it.
With a fond smile and a shake of her head, she headed to the bathroom, giving herself a quick clean before returning to the bedroom with a damp washcloth. Wordlessly, she cleaned him up and returned his pajamas to his waist where they belonged. She climbed into bed, pulling his arm back around her and smiling to herself. She would let him enjoy his peaceful slumber for now — she would be sure to tease him about it in the morning.
Lost in 'WIP' - Wreck-It Ralph x The Long Dark Crossover
(( Hello everyone! A bit of an explanation here. As the title suggests, this is a fic I started a long time ago, wrote some segmented parts when the inspiration struck, and it has since been sitting in my WIP folder.
I have no reason to believe I'll ever actually finish it, but I'm still proud of what I managed to write, so I figured I'd upload it as is for my pals to enjoy!
'The Long Dark' is a hardcore winter survival game that sunk it's teeth into me very similarly to how 'Minecraft' did. And this fic was my way of putting my fave characters in those harsh sandbox survival moments I experienced in-game. Be forewarned, it is not kind, haha!
Tagging some folks! @shitpost-it-tristan, @bashfulgnome, @sgtcalhouns ))
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“Wait there,” Tamora said as she set the shivering girl down on the porch and cautiously approached the camp office door.
What a hell of a day this turned out to be.
One moment, the four of them were in Spamley’s shady little office, and the next, they were dropped into the harsh winterscape of some game they’d barely even heard of.
Any confidence Tamora had that they could handle this mission was knocked down a peg the second she and Vanellope spawned in without any sign of the boys. Her mind wandered to Felix, imagining him cold and drifting somewhere in the woods. This game would eat him alive… but if he was as lucky as his Mod-given name implied, he could be in this seemingly abandoned building before her, cuddling up beside a fire with Ralph.
Her hand trembling, Tamora tried the door handle, surprised at the lack of resistance. Silently, she peeked in, scanning the room. Finding it void of any signs of life, she pushed the door wider, noting the stairs to her left.
“Hello?” she called out, answered by an eerie silence.
The sergeant motioned for the girl to follow her inside, and the two of them were relieved to be sheltered from the biting wind.
“Stay here,” Tamora ordered quietly. Vanellope did as she was told, standing still as the sergeant crept upstairs.
Stepping onto the landing, she found a loft with two bunk beds, a desk adorned with some supplies, and a pot-belly stove to match the one she’d spotted downstairs. Her face alighted with curiosity as she approached, stopping short when she saw the embers of a recent fire glowing within.
“Shit–” Tamora pivoted on her heels just as muffled footsteps danced across the porch outside.
“Sarge!” Vanellope whispered, ducking, and pointing at a large silhouette that darkened the window.
“Hide!” Tamora whispered back, gliding down the flight of stairs and smoothing her back against the wall beside the entrance. She spotted a loose piece of lumber on the floor and quickly swiped it before their “visitor” entered the room.
With a shout, the sergeant struck the imposing figure in the back, the piece of wood splintering in half on contact.
“OW!” a booming, familiar voice echoed through the space as he dropped the twigs and branches he’d been carrying. “What the hell!?”
“Wreck-It?” Tamora gasped. He turned around, and the two of them stared at each other for a moment. She’d hardly recognized him, given the more realistic proportions the game had appointed him, just as it had for her and Vanellope.
“Ralph!” Vanellope sprang from behind the nearby counter and sprinted into the man’s arms.
“Kid!” he called back, holding her tight as he kneeled. “Thank goodness you’re ok…Look at you, you’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you!” Ralph joked, ruffling the top of the racer’s head.
He stood up, groaning as he rubbed his shoulder and stretched his neck.
“Oof, you got me pretty good,” he said to the sergeant with a crooked smile.
“Sorry,” Tamora winced. Even though he wasn’t as bulky, it seemed he was still fairly durable. She wondered what Felix would look like…
Wait a minute–
“Where’s Felix?” she asked, hoping that at any second, the handyman would waltz into the now open door of the camp office.
Ralph’s face paled. “I was hoping–” he gulped. “I was really hoping that he was with you…”
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“Where did you start, Wreck-it?” Tamora asked, the two of them poring over a map of the region they found; the stove was their only source of light.
“Literally right inside this office,” he replied. “You?”
“Knee deep in snow up north, just outside of this dam,” Tamora pointed out her and Vanellope’s route along the train tracks that ran through the middle of the mapped region. “There wasn’t much of note between there and here.”
“I checked out this clearing here, this tunnel, and there was this cave or something just back behind here,” Ralph tapped each location with his thick index finger. “But there’s a bunch of lodges just across the lake I haven't gotten to yet.”
“There’s still a lot of ground to cover…” Tamora sighed.
“Do you think he’s ok?” Ralph and Tamora looked up towards the top bunk of the bed beside them. Over the railing peered Vanellope, who they’d thought had fallen asleep some time ago. The dim firelight danced in the tears welling up in her eyes.
“Oh, kid…” Ralph stood up so that he was eye level with the girl. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s smart, and he’s crafty. He’s probably built himself a ski lodge by now.”
Ralph gave the girl a playful nudge, and she smiled.
“By this time tomorrow, the four of us will be together, hashing out our plan to find what we need to save your game.”
Wanting to believe all of it for herself, Tamora nodded with a smile.
“Thanks, guys,” Vanellope wiped her face and yawned as Ralph tucked her back in.
“Night, kid,” Ralph patted her tiny head. Turning back toTamora and the map, he rubbed his neck. “We should probably get to bed too, huh?” he questioned.
“Go on ahead, Wreck-It. I’ll be right behind,” she said absently.
“Yeah,” Ralph sighed, lying down on the bunk below Vanellope. He knew her better. “Just…don’t stay up too late.”
“Mhm,” Tamora hummed in reply.
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The next morning, the trio split up to maximize their search. Tamora headed northwest, while Ralph and Vanellope headed south to the deadfall area near where the train tracks tunneled into the mountains.
Navigating their way through the felled trees and brush, they came upon a broken-down building that looked like it’d been torn in half somehow. Peering inside, they found a wood stove still intact in the corner, but not much else by way of supplies.
“Wait a minute…” Vanellope’s brows furrowed as she approached the cast-iron appliance, lightly touching it. “Ralph, it’s warm!”
The wrecker was intrigued, tapping the cooktop; she was right.
“Good catch, kid,” he said, scrutinizing the rest of the ruined building for any other sign of life. In the corner near the stove were slight indentations in the snow that suggested someone had been lying there recently.
“I think Felix was here!” the girl said excitedly.
“Yeah…” Ralph agreed, unable to shake the image of the handyman shivering through the night in this drafty place. So much for spawning into a mansion…
A distant, high-pitched howl cut through the air, causing the pair to freeze.
“W-what was that?” Vanellope gulped.
“Uh, I think— I think that was a wolf,” Ralph was about to suggest they leave when they heard a scream.
“That was Felix!” Vanellope gasped. Ralph was immediately on the charge, and she did her best to keep up with his long strides as they ran towards where the sounds came from.
“Felix!” the large man shouted between breaths. “Can you hear me? Felix!”
Another shout echoed through the woods, much closer this time. Following it, Ralph and Vanellope broke into a clearing, freezing at the scene unfolding before them.
A wolf snarled ferociously, pinning Felix down as he writhed on the ground. Its massive jaws ripped into the handyman’s right shoulder, blood drenching its face. The handyman let out panicked cries, unable to do anything to deter the beast as its teeth came terrifyingly close to his neck.
Ralph looked down at a hatchet dropped in the snow. With a growl, he grabbed the tool, running forward with it tight in both hands. Sweeping in a low arch, Ralph knocked the wolf up and off his friend in one swift motion.
With a yelp, the animal landed with a thud some feet away. The wrecker huffed, approaching its motionless form, making sure it wouldn't get back up.
“F-Felix?” Vanellope said from behind. Turning, Ralph saw the girl shaking, leaning over the handyman as he lay in the snow, staining it red.
“H-hey, bud,” Ralph ran over and knelt to touch the handyman’s face; he was as cold as ice. “The kid and I are gonna get you fixed up, ok?”
The wrecker gently moved Felix to reach for the tool on his belt. Holding it up, the wrecker paled. It was a hammer, but it wasn’t Felix’s. This one was dense and made of steel; it appeared when the handyman was changed, so was his trusted tool.
“What the—” Ralph caught himself before he would swear.
“That’s what I said,'' the handyman joked despite the pain. A tear crossed his cheek as he forced a smile. “...won’t work, I’m afraid.”
“You’re going to be okay, Felix,” Ralph urged. Hammer be damned.
The wrecker peeled off his outer jacket and tossed it over his friend, wrapping the handyman snugly. His hand grazed Felix’s shoulder as he moved to pick him up, causing the smaller man to gasp.
“S-sorry, sorry…” Ralph winced. “I’m going to pick you up now, ok? One…two…three!”
Felix groaned, his face growing more pallid.
“C’mon, kid,” Ralph glanced backward as he carried their fallen friend. She followed him closely, worry etched on her face.
“Ralph,” Felix felt himself fading, and fast. There was just one thing he had to know. “Tammy—Is Tammy with you?”
“Yeah, bud, we’re taking you to her right now,” Ralph said breathlessly, adjusting his grip on the handyman. He was still fairly light, but harder to carry than before. “Just stay awake until then.”
“I’ll try,” the handyman smiled, his eyelids heavy. His family was safe and together, that’s all he needed.
Ralph felt the body in his arms going slack. “Hey, what did I just say?” he scolded, administering a rousing shake. “Felix!”
Vanellope looked up. Past the fog of her breath, she saw Tamora in the distance as they approached the safe house.
“SARGE!” she yelled as loud as she could. She and Ralph scrambled those last few yards to the office porch, catching their breath as the sergeant ran to their sides.
Tamora saw Felix dangling from the wrecker’s arms, and her military instincts kicked in. Shoving the front door open, she ushered the pair inside.
“Put him on the floor,” she ordered, pointing at the rug in the entry. “Show me.”
Ralph followed, placing the handyman on the rug and removing the jacket draped around his torso, revealing the bloody mess beneath.
Tamora paused only for a moment. Looking at Felix’s toolbelt told her all she needed to know.
“Jacket,” she said, reaching out to grab it as Ralph handed it to her. She folded it up and placed it on top of Felix’s shoulder. “Place your hands directly over this cloth and press down as hard as you can,” she instructed. Ralph did so reluctantly.
“Vanellope—” Tamora turned her attention to the wide-eyed girl beside her. Placing a calming hand on her shoulder, the sergeant requested her assistance. “I need you to grab that pot on the stove and pour some of our clean water into it.”
The girl nodded, determination replacing the fear.
“Harder, Wreck-It. I promise you he doesn’t feel it,” Tamora sighed as Ralph adjusted his technique. The larger man was starting to look a little pale himself.
“S-sorry,” he gulped. “I— I don’t do well with blood, and I’ve never…ever seen that much of it.”
Tamora considered his struggle and nodded.
“What did this?” she asked, tapping the wrecker's arms so she could take over.
“A wolf,” Ralph sighed, looking away.
“You kill it?”
“...Yeah.”
“Good.”
“Didn’t feel very good,” Ralph tried to wipe the image of the dead animal from his mind.
“You did what you had to,” Tamora reassured. The next few minutes were quiet as she maintained the pressure on Felix’s wound, her arms growing tired. “Think you can take over?”
Ralph turned with a nod, placing his hands over the cloth as the sergeant tagged out.
She gently touched the handyman's frigid face. Tamora placed two fingers on his neck, his pulse a steady rhythm. It seemed he’d been out in the elements for some time before he was found.
“H-here, Sarge,” Vanellope dragged over the heavy cast-iron pot she had filled with water with some clean rags.
“Thank you,” Tamora smiled. “Think you can start a fire upstairs?”
“Yeah!” the girl said confidently, taking her leave.
“I can handle things from here if you want to join her,” Tamora turned to Ralph. “It’s…not going to be pretty.” He considered the offer but shook his head.
“I’ll stay.”
Cutting the handyman free from his mangled clothes, they worked diligently to clean his wounds with water, and then with what little antiseptic they had scavenged. Tamora thanked the mods for finding plenty of bandages as she wrapped Felix up, and Ralph carried him upstairs.
Vanellope was there, working hard to build up the fire in the stove, just like she’d been taught the night before. The loft was nice and cozy as they carefully placed the handyman in the bed closest to the hearth.
Finally able to relax, Ralph sighed, leaning on the nearby dresser.
“Hey,” Tamora touched the wrecker’s shoulder, and he stood back upright, looking at her.
Before he knew it, the sergeant’s arms were wrapping around him.
He and Vanellope were stunned; Sarge was hugging him— A full-on, real deal, two-armed hug.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she held onto him, her iron walls crumbling. “Thank you for bringing him back to me.”
Ralph stood still for a few more moments, trying to process what was happening. Slowly, he draped one arm around her, followed by the other when she didn’t let go.
“No problem,” he said.
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“No,” Felix shook his head, stepping backward. “I don’t like this; we should go around.”
“Why?” Tamora asked, obviously annoyed. Regardless, she would hear her husband out.
“Well, it’s not blue like the lake back by the camp office,” he explained, gesturing to the frozen marsh before them. “And it's spotted by small masses of land, so it’s uneven at best—”
“Fancy yourself an ice expert?”
“E-excuse me?” Felix blinked, taken aback by her blatant dismissal.
“I think I know a little more about hardcore survival than you, Fix-It. The night is nearly upon us, and we need shelter. We don’t have the time to go around,” she said, preparing to step out onto the ice.
Felix grasped her elbow. “And maybe I know a little more about structural integrity than you,” he shot back. “Why can’t we use that empty train car we passed a few minutes ago?”
“Is that what you call structural integrity?”
“It’s a whole lot better than drowning in ice water if you ask me.”
Tamora’s eyes were like daggers as she stared the handyman down. Her stern gaze was enough to make the toughest of men shrink, but Felix stood firm.
“Are you questioning my authority?” she growled.
“What authority?”
Ralph and Vanellope glanced at each other, biting their tongues. Things were about to get far more unpleasant, and they sure weren’t looking to get caught in the middle.
Tamora raised her eyebrows, her expression saying what she couldn’t quite vocalize.
“Tammy, please listen to me,” Felix insisted. “You are not in ‘Hero’s Duty,’ and we are not your soldiers. We are your family, we all have a say…and I am begging you to stop and think about what you are asking us to do.”
“Alright,” the sergeant clicked her tongue. “If we all have a say, let's put it to a vote. All in favor of quickly getting out of this cold and into a nice warm farmhouse across the marsh?”
Tamora raised her hand, and Ralph and Vanellope quickly followed suit.
“And all in favor of wasting time and sleeping in a drafty train car?” While Felix didn’t appreciate how she put it, he still raised his hand. As he’d feared, he was completely alone in his concern.
“Then it’s settled,” Tamora adjusted her backpack and turned to face the expanse of ice.
“Sorry, bud…” Ralph whispered as he walked past the dejected handyman. “We walked on the ice back at the lake all the time. It’ll be fine.”
The wrecker waited for a response and shrugged when none came.
Felix took a deep breath and unconsciously held it as his wife took her first steps onto the frozen marsh. Things were going smoothly until halfway through her journey, when a cracking sound made her pause. She could almost feel her husband panicking behind her on the shore.
Tamora carefully stepped a few feet to the left, marching onward and crossing the last few yards without further complications. She waved, and her three compatriots let out a sigh of relief.
“See? It’s safe,” Ralph reassured his friend. He moved to hold Vanellope’s hand before Felix stopped him.
“If we’re doing this…she crosses with me,” the handyman said, holding the girl’s shoulder as he pulled her close.
Ralph rolled his eyes with a small grunt.
“Is that ok with you, kid?”
Vanellope nodded, willing to oblige Felix’s request to help move things forward.
“Okay,” Ralph sighed, turning to face Tamora across the marsh.
“Try to follow her path exactly, Ralph,” Felix suggested. “Keep to the left in the middle there.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Ralph waved as he placed his foot on the ice, then the other.
Vanellope looked up at Felix as the larger man slowly made his way across. His grip on her shoulder was tight, and his face was etched with worry. She was about to reassure him when another crack of the ice brought her attention back to Ralph.
The wrecker stumbled a little as a piece of ice broke loose under the weight of his foot. Regaining his balance and inching away from the small hole, he glanced at Tamora, who stood frozen.
Looking down, more cracks started to form underneath him.
“Uh…Guys— what do I do?” he asked frantically, backing up some more.
On shore, Felix removed his backpack, untethering the mountaineering rope from it. “Distribute your weight, Ralph!” he shouted.
“What?” the wrecker called back.
“Get down low, you need to crawl—” Before the handyman could finish his instructions, Ralph disappeared within the blink of an eye.
“Ralph!” Vanellope shouted, running forward. Before she could leave the shore, Felix grabbed her and pulled her back.
“Stay put!” he commanded as she fell into a sitting position in the snow, the harsh tone of his voice glued her to the spot.
Turning to the ice, he raised a hand to signal Tamora as she also tried making her way to the middle of the marsh.
“Tammy, stop!” he barked, effectively making the sergeant freeze in her tracks. By this time, Ralph resurfaced, coughing and gasping for air. The wrecker clawed at the chunks of ice to pull himself out.
“Arms out!” Felix instructed, unfurling his rope and tying a loop at the end.
Ralph followed, spreading his trembling arms outward.
Fastening one end of the rope to a nearby tree, Felix tossed the looped end to his friend in the water. The wrecker grabbed it but struggled to keep his grip as he tried to pull himself out.
“Stay calm, Ralph,” Felix said clearly. “Loop it under your arms.”
Ralph slowly did as he was told, looping the rope under his left arm, then his right.
“Now swim! Kick your legs!” Felix pulled as hard as he could as Ralph propelled himself up and out of the hole. Once away from where he’d fallen, the handyman instructed Ralph to crawl.
“Keep it up, brother! You’ve got it!” Felix encouraged, continuing to pull on the rope.
Ralph finally reached the shore, and the handyman helped him to his feet. He gasped and shivered in the cold air as he leaned on Felix for support.
“You go on, we’re going back to the train car!” Felix called to his wife across the marsh.
Tamora stood stunned for a few moments longer, then nodded.
The handyman turned around, keeping Ralph steady as they retraced their steps to the broken-down locomotive. Vanellope dusted herself off and followed suit.
“C’mon, Ralph,” Felix pleaded as the larger man stumbled. “I need you to keep walking. We’re nearly there.”
After what seemed like an eternity to the wrecker, the group finally came upon the car. Felix opened the door and helped Ralph inside.
“Vannie, can you look around here and gather wood for a fire?” Felix asked.
“Ok,” the girl nodded, watching as Felix closed the car door, leaving it open just a crack.
Inside, Ralph trembled uncontrollably, curling into himself for any warmth he could muster. Felix turned to him, eyes full of concern. Carefully, the handyman reached for Ralph’s drenched jacket as he peeled it off.
“We’ve got to get you out of these wet clothes,” he said.
Ralph attempted to unbutton his flannel shirt, but his fingers ached too much. Felix brushed his large hands out of the way. It wasn’t until the handyman undid the last button of his shirt that the wrecker realized what all that implied.
“A-all of ‘em?” Ralph’s eyes flickered downward briefly. Felix sighed, acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation.
“Yes, Ralph.”
“...Okay,” the larger man conceded. “Just–just undo the button, I got the rest.”
Felix made quick work of it, turning around when he was done to give his friend some privacy. While Ralph wrestled with the remainder of his wet clothes, Felix set down his pack and unhooked his bedroll.
“Wrap yourself up in this and lie down,” he said, tossing the blanket behind him.
After a few more moments of struggling, Ralph finally settled. Felix turned and frowned at the sorry sight of his friend trembling on the floor. This wasn’t the ideal place for someone with a real threat of hypothermia to be, but they would have to make the best of it.
“Vannie,” Felix opened the car door, beckoning the girl inside. Before crawling into the train, she placed the driest bits of wood and twigs she’d found on the steel floor. Once inside, she looked at Ralph as he shivered inside his sleeping bag.
“Here, Ralph,” she said sweetly, removing her bedroll from her pack and laying it over him.
“T-thanks, kid…” he managed a smile.
Felix paused to enjoy the tender moment, then returned to the task at hand, stuffing the bits of kindling Vanellope had scavenged inside the metal barrel in the corner of the train car and dragging it into the middle. It took a few matches, but before long, a small fire took bloom.
“I’m going to open the hatch up top. I’ll be right back,” the handyman said as he exited the car. As Vanellope tended to the flames and kept an eye on Ralph, she heard footsteps above her.
Eventually, the metal door above the homemade fire pit was opened, allowing the smoke from the growing fire to drift up and out.
Back inside, Felix placed a piece of grated scrap metal he’d found over the fire barrel and a clean tin can he filled with water on top. Bringing the water to a boil, he removed the tin with a cloth and tossed in a bag of herbal tea he kept in his pack.
“Let this steep for a few and give it to Ralph. It’s hot, so only touch it with a rag,” he explained to Vanellope, who had watched him intently the whole time. The girl nodded, and Felix zipped up his backpack and slung it over his back.
“Where are you going?” she asked. It had already gotten dark, and she was worried about what might happen if the fixer strayed too far.
He knelt in front of her and smiled. “I’m just going out to get some more firewood. I won’t go far,” he said. Vanellope nodded, and Felix slipped out into the night.
With a sigh, she toyed with the string attached to the teabag, moving it around in the water as Ralph slept. After a little while, she scooped up the can of tea with a rag and shimmied over to the wrecker, who still shivered slightly beneath the layers of blankets covering his body.
“Hey, Stinkbrain,” the girl poked his face, rousing him awake.
“Hey,” he answered.
“Made you some tea. Felix says you have to drink all of it, so bottoms up!”
“Thanks,” Ralph propped himself on his elbow, gingerly taking the cup. Through the protective cloth, he savored the warmth it provided his fingers. Taking a sip, his face soured at its bitter taste.
“Eugh,” he stuck out his tongue, making the girl laugh. “Where is Felix, anyway?”
“He went out to get more firewood and stuff,” Vanellope knotted her fingers together and bit her lip.
“What's wrong?” Ralph noticed that she seemed upset.
“I’ve…never seen Felix and Sarge fight like that before,” she mumbled.
“Yeah…” Ralph nodded, taking another sip of his tea. “Can’t say I have either. But they’ll work it out; I wouldn't worry too much about it.”
Vanellope nodded, sure that he was right. Still, she couldn’t help but feel that all of this was her fault. Unsure of how to tell the wrecker this, she opened her mouth just as the train car door slid open. Placing his oil lantern inside, Felix greeted the pair as he heaved himself up, closing the door quickly behind him.
“Sorry about the draft,” he said, dusting some snow off his clothes. “Enjoying your tea?”
“Mmm,” Ralph made another face with his second sip. “Delicious.”
Felix chuckled, removing his backpack.
“Well, at least some color is coming back to your face,” the handyman said softly, pulling a can of baked beans he’d saved in his pack along with a can opener. “Princess, could you get this warmed up while I work on some things?”
Vanellope agreed, and the two of them set to their tasks. Using the built-in lashing rings on the length of the train car, Felix secured his climbing rope as a makeshift clothesline to let Ralph’s soaked clothes and belongings dry. Afterwards, he climbed back up to the car roof to lay some pine needle branches over the open hatch to guard them from potential snow, while still allowing smoke to filter outward.
Vanellope heard the handyman walking around for a while and got worried when they’d stopped, and Felix hadn’t come back inside. Glancing at Ralph’s sleeping form, she slipped through the cargo door and climbed the ladder to the roof.
Felix sat facing away from her, holding a lit flashlight in one hand and a small book in the other. As the girl observed, he would cover the beam of light in what seemed like repeated patterns.
“What are you doing?” Vanellope asked softly, trying not to spook the handyman. He glanced over and gestured for her to sit next to him. When she did, he pointed at a soft, orange glow in the distance, across the frozen marsh.
“That’s Tamora,” he said simply. “She signaled to me, and I was replying… Turns out she’s in just as good of shape as we are. That house we saw is only partially intact.”
“Oh…” Vanellope looked to her feet. “Is she going to be ok?”
“She’s got a furnace and lots of coal to keep her warm. That's what she’s using to communicate.”
“Can you tell her I said hi?” Vanellope said bashfully, and Felix chuckled, using the book and torch to send her message. The small orange light blinked in response.
“She says ‘hi’ back,” the handyman translated with a soft smile. Another string of blinking made the handyman tense up, and with a more serious look on his face, he quickly made a reply and shut off the flashlight.
Vanellope did a double-take as he got up to leave. “W-wait, what did she say?”
“She uhm…she said she was sorry,” Felix frowned, his eyes cast downward.
“And what did you say?”
“I told her good night,” the handyman sighed as he climbed down the ladder. “C’mon…let's eat some supper.”
Her heart sinking, Vanellope looked to the light across the marsh. With a moment alone, she blinked away small beads of tears.
“I’m sorry too,” she sniffed.
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As the group walked, a piercing howl cut through them, and Felix felt as though it had struck his heart as it began to pump rapidly.
“A-ah!” the handyman faltered, hunching down as an overwhelming wave of fear crashed over him. “N-no, no…please no.”
“Felix,” Tamora held his shoulder as she spoke. “We have to stay calm and keep moving—”
She paused as not just one, but a pack of wolves emerged from the treeline.
“Damnit…” Tamora muttered under her breath as she turned around, readying her rifle. “Everyone move back!”
Ralph and Vanellope stayed behind the sergeant, slowly stepping backward along the abandoned highway.
“Uh, Sarge?” Vanellope pointed forward, the group realizing that Felix had remained crouched, frozen on the spot where they were. Hands at either side of his face, he trembled.
“Fix-It!” Tamora called out as a wolf stepped close. Firing her rifle, she deterred the canine. “Move!”
She marched forward quickly, rousing the rest of the pack. The one that had previously gone for Felix had circled back, now running in her direction.
She fired again, missing as the wolf leaped on top of her. The rifle was knocked from her hands, and Tamora pressed her arm into the beast's maw, her thick coat just barely protecting her from its teeth. Ralph ran to her aid, being stopped in his tracks by another wolf, and just like that, the group was separated, falling right into the pack’s jaws.
A scream pierced the air. One so shrill and desperate that it broke through to Felix. With a gasp, his eyes shot upwards to the source. Vanellope screamed again, clawing at the snow beneath her as a wolf dragged her by the ankle.
Seeing that, a switch flipped, and standing upright, Felix looked at the rifle that had landed at his feet.
Tamora reached for the gun as she wrestled with the timberwolf above her. Her fingers grazed the stock before a pair of hands scooped the weapon out of the snow, followed by a deafening bang.
Ears ringing, Tamora pushed the wolf’s limp body off of her, looking up at her husband with shock.
He held the gun tightly as he roughly engaged the bolt, giving Tamora just enough time to cover her ears as he fired a second shot. His pupils like pinpoints, Felix fired again, beginning to dispatch the timber wolves surrounding them one by one.
Tamora knew that steely look. She’d seen it many times; lived it. The handyman had completely checked out.
Ralph fell backward as the wolf nipping at him burst with a cloud of red, and his head immediately turned to Vanellope lying in the snow.
“Kid!” he shouted, moving onto his feet to run to her aid. Before he could fully stand, Tamora pushed him back to the ground.
“Stay down!” she commanded, her voice low. The pair ducked their heads as a bullet whistled above them. “Don’t make any sudden movements.”
Felix put down a wolf bounding towards him, his cold, blue eyes shooting upwards towards another running back to the tree line. Shouting angrily as he initially missed, he threw the bolt again, this time hitting the mark. His aim darted around the clearing, and his erratic breath started to calm until a wailing cry caught his attention.
Engaging the bolt and aiming, Felix peered down the sights at Vanellope. Blinking and holding his breath, his finger slowly moved away from the trigger, realization dawning as he lowered the rifle.
“Felix,” he flinched at the voice of his wife beside him, her hand gently pushing the gun’s barrel further downward. “It’s alright. They’re gone.”
With some light pulling, the handyman relinquished the rifle to Tamora, feeling sick when she flushed the chamber and pocketed a single remaining cartridge.
Felix stood still as his lady went to aid Ralph with Vanellope, who sobbed as blood seeped down her leg. As the two of them roughly bandaged her up, the handyman surveyed the scene. Nearly half a dozen dead wolves dotted the snow, and it frightened him that he did not remember exactly how they came to be there.
And Vanellope, Mods, he’d nearly…
“Felix,” Tamora’s gentle call rattled him once more. She took his hand, leading him down the road as Ralph carried Vanellope. The group was quiet as they continued along the highway until they found a small neighborhood of lakeside homes surrounding a Quonset garage.
Entering the closest house, Felix tasked himself to light the fireplace, starting some water to warm up once a steady flame was growing.
Tamora searched the bathroom, grabbing any medical supplies, while Ralph set Vanellope on the living room couch.
“Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
“No!” Vanellope answered, wiping away tears. “Cut it out, Ralph! You freaking out is freaking me out!”
“Alright,” Tamora’s authoritative tone cut through the living room. “Everybody just needs to take a deep breath.” After a moment of silence, she continued.
“Wreck-It, your blubbering is not helping. Why don’t you and Fix-It search the other houses and gather supplies? I’ll stay here and clean her up.”
“No,” Vanellope interjected. “I want Felix to stay…You guys go.”
The three adults exchanged glances, eventually nodding in silent agreement.
“Okay,” the sergeant conceded. “C’mon, Wreck-It, it’s you and me.”
Shortly after the pair left, Felix carried Vanellope into the bathroom, setting her on the far edge of the tub so that she faced him. Propping her foot up on the opposite edge, he slowly removed the bandages Tamora had crudely wrapped her with in the heat of the moment, pausing every so often when the girl flinched.
Guilt lodged in the handyman’s throat as he surveyed her injuries. Puncture wounds and small tears peppered her limb, just above and around her ankle. If he hadn’t frozen, things could have turned out differently.
“This might sting a little,” he said, wetting a rag in the pot of warm water beside him. He squeezed the rag slowly, letting the water gently fall on her leg to wash away the remaining blood. And as he repeated the motions, a question nagged at the back of his mind.
“Why did you want me to stay?” he asked.
“Because you’ve been bitten before,” the girl replied, her eyes growing wet. “Am…am I going to get sick like you did?”
“Oh, honey,” Felix gently wipes the tears away. “No. You’re not going to get sick.”
“H-how do you know that?”
“Because your wounds are much smaller and easier to clean, and we have more supplies to help stave off infections than when I was bitten. When y’all finally found any antibiotics, my infection had gotten bad enough where something stronger was needed.”
The girl looked down, considering his words.
“And speaking of,” Felix sighed, reaching for the bottle of antiseptic Tamora had left on the counter. “This will sting.”
Vanellope was frightened, but appreciated the handyman’s honesty. He kept his touch gentle and tried to be quick. Before long, the girl’s leg was clean, dry, and neatly wrapped in a new bandage.
“That’s my girl,” Felix said, brushing her chin with a smile. “Tough as nails. You’ll heal up in no time.”
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Ralph opened the inner door, immediately freezing when he spotted Felix’s silhouette in the entryway, distress pistol in one hand, and flare shell in the other. The two stood, staring at each other intensely through the darkness before the handyman bolted outside.
“No!” Ralph pursued, shoving himself through the door and tackling Felix to the ground before he could fire the gun into the air.
“Why?” Ralph saw red as he shouted. “Why would you do that when we’re this close!?”
“Ralph! Stop!” He heard Vanellope come rushing up from behind him, the girl latching onto his arm. “Ralph, stop it!”
The wrecker froze as he looked back at her, illuminated by the bonfire. His knuckles glinted in the warm light, speckled with crimson. Looking down, he peered into the wide eyes of Felix, nose battered and face half covered in blood.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” the handyman repeated softly, his lips quivering.
Oh, Mods.
“Felix,” Ralph gasped, moving off of him. “No, I–I didn’t mean…” Ralph raised a trembling hand to his face, mortified by what he’d just done.
A grave silence passed between the two as Felix backed away, sitting on his knees and staring at the blood on his fingers when he touched his face.
“Least I know I’m not the only one who's coming unglued,” an eerie smile revealed blood-soaked teeth. The sight sent a chill down Ralph’s spine.
“Felix…” he lamented. “Everything is going to be okay–”
“My wife is dying!” the smaller man wailed. “That isn’t okay– nothing about this game has ever been okay!”
Ralph felt Vanellope’s small arms tighten around him as their friend unraveled before them.
“I’ve nearly been ripped apart, you almost drowned in ice water, Vanellope got dragged off by wolves––” Felix’s breath grew labored as he went on. “And now my wife is dying, and the people I thought I could depend on don’t seem to care!”
“That’s not fair,” Ralph shook his head. Of course, he cared. “This is much more complicated than that. What about ‘Sugar Rush’? All those characters, Vanellope…If we fire that gun here and now, we’ll lose the only chance to save their game.”
“At least they’d still have their lives,” the handyman spoke vacantly. “Devs know we’ve been barely hanging onto ours here.”
Felix’s eyes wandered back to the loaded distress pistol lying between them. Ralph cautiously leaned forward to grab it and, in an unexpected turn, handed it to the girl beside him.
“It’s your game, kid,” he spoke solemnly. “It should be your decision.”
Vanellope was dumbstruck, her heart pounding as she stared at the bright orange pistol in her hands.
“Vannie,” she turned to Felix, tears lacing her eyes. “Vannie, please…” he pleaded.
She wavered for a moment, then opened the pistol to remove the shell.
“I-I’m sorry,” she quivered, stuffing the flare in her pocket and handing Ralph the gun. “We’ll find something to help Sarge. We can’t give up; not when we’re this close.”
She sounded just like Ralph.
With a shocked expression, the handyman dissolved into derisive laughter, his hands clawing at the sides of his face.
“Felix…” Ralph stood in front of Vanellope. “We can talk this out… Let’s go inside, get you cleaned up–”
“Don’t!” Felix barked, stumbling to his feet while swatting Ralph’s hand away. Taking a step back, he pointed a trembling finger at the girl clinging to the larger man’s side.
“What if it was her?” he questioned. “What if it was her lying in there, all pale and weak? You’d be singing a very different tune, wouldn’t you?”
Ralph looked down, his brows knit together.
Felix nodded his head. That’s exactly what he thought.
“And I would have had your back, brother,” he wanted that last word to sting as he turned to leave.
Vanellope’s breath hitched as she looked up at Ralph, who continued to look down solemnly. Felix was walking away, and he was just letting him.
“Wait!” She called out. The handyman faltered for only a moment, continuing through the light falling of snow. “Felix, where are you going? Ralph! Stop him!”
“C’mon, kid,” he picked Vanellope up and turned to go back inside the Community Center. “He’ll be back.”
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Ralph stepped into the cold night, walking past the bonfire out front. Scanning his surroundings, he caught a glint of light within the broken-down store across the street. A sigh of relief escaped him, glad that even in his anger, Felix had the sense not to stray far.
Approaching the building, the sound of glass shattering inside made the wrecker pause. With a better understanding of his friend’s state, he steeled himself, entering just as another glass door was broken near the back of the shop.
Seeing Ralph's silhouette cross the wall in front of him, Felix tossed down the pry bar, visibly upset that he’d been caught acting out in this way. The larger man scanned the room, a lump in his throat forming as he took in the destruction, then his friend.
Dried blood covered Felix’s face, splaying out from his crooked nose, and his hair and clothes were disheveled as he took shaky, panicked breaths. He was a completely different man from the one who once happily agreed to join Ralph and Vanellope on their quest.
The guilt was almost too much for the wrecker to bear.
“What?” Felix spat, growing impatient in his friend’s silence. “What more could you possibly want from me, Ralph?”
The larger man remained still.
“I’ve been bloodied, bruised…berated and belittled. I have given so much…I have…nothing left,” the handyman croaked.
“I–” Ralph swallowed. “I wanted to make sure you were ok…”
Felix snorted. The man who broke his nose was asking if he was okay. The utter ridiculousness of it all; he couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Ralph nodded solemnly, choosing his next words carefully.
“And, well–– she’s asleep now… but Sarge woke up,” Ralph paused when Felix’s head snapped in his direction.
After the shock wore off, the handyman’s lips curled up into a sad smile. “Well, that just figures, doesn’t it?” he mumbled. Tamora had woken up for the first time in days, and he’d missed her. “Did–did she say anything?”
“I told her that we thought she was dead, and she said…” Ralph chuckled as he recalled her words exactly. “She said: ‘Not on my watch.’”
That phrasing, succinct and dry, and so undeniably Tamora. Felix uttered a single laugh as tears filled his eyes.
Unsure whether this information helped or hurt his friend further, Ralph approached with open arms.
“Don’t—” Felix turned away, trembling, ripping the wrecker’s heart in two.
(( I modeled this lil 'Fix-It Felix Jr.' cabinet in Blockbench a while back and realized I don't think I ever posted it here! Enjoy my first attempt at #D modeling, haha! ))
(( Okay so, @ask-icancraft-it I could not stop thinking about that quote you sent to the chat, and I typed out a drabble, lol. Thanks for the inspo, Crafty <3 dis one's for you ))
Prompt: “Ah, those two. In a fight, they're lethal. Around each other, they melt.”
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Total opposites, right down to their occupations. While one spends their day repairing; the other spreads destruction.
And yet, they were twin flames. Game-cross lovers.
Felix, on his own, may not look like much, but Tamora invokes feelings in him that he never knew he had. Buried under years of complacency, she gave him the courage to take charge.
Tamora, on the other hand, let down her walls and discovered that there was strength in being soft — though, her softness was reserved for her special little guy.
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Felix was used to being the offence rather than the defence. Watch Tamora take out cy-bugs, swoon at her fiery, and heal whatever damage she took.
That was the deal… But a cy-bug screeching as a bullet ricocheted off its leg, flailing, and knocking the blaster out of Tamora's hands was not part of the plan.
She was down, but she was in her game. She'd regenerate, it was fine— one look at Felix, and before she could tell him to ‘Stand down,’ he'd grabbed the blaster, and fired a warning shot.
“NO!”
The cy-bug screeched, its attention was drawn away from the wounded soldier, and it charged full-force for its new target.
With shaky hands, finger on the trigger, Felix aimed and fired, hitting the beast right between the eyes as he was projected backwards from the kick-back.
Running on pure adrenaline, he shook off the impact, hammer in hand as he rushed to Tamora, who laid on a heap on the battlefield.
“That was the most reckless, thick-headed stunt I've ever witnessed,” Tamora barked out, scowling as she gripped the front of his shirt.
“That may be so,” Felix said hesitantly. “But I was not gonna stand by and let that bug chew you up, ma'am.”
“I would've regenerated, but you wouldn't have…” Tamora quipped, and yet, there was something admirable about his actions. Perhaps that was the reason why she smashed her lips against his a second after giving him a piece of her mind?
“That being said,” Tamora murmured against his lips as a faint smirk pulled at the corner of hers. “Nice shooting, Soldier.”
Whether it be because of the kiss or the praise, Felix was like putty in her hands.
“Hehe, well, thank you kindly!” Twirling his hammer, he raised an eyebrow before giving her a once-over glance. “Injuries?”
“…I think you should take care of your shoulder first,” Tamora stated with a nod. “Looks dislocated.”
How he managed not to notice that was beyond her, but then again, Felix was something special.
Maybe it's the season I unlock my self-respect
Now I'm stuck here dreaming of your
Hands around my neck
Around my neck around my neck
Around me
hello! it's been a while. some of you may remember a smut wip i posted ages ago that i have been diligently hacking away at for months. i wanted to explore something a little more explicitly bdsm; although this is still pretty mild, i really like the idea of the freedom that can come from being restrained. it's finally complete, so here you have it. mechanic au because of course it is. obviously nsfw. enjoy!
When Felix came home from work and sank straight into her arms, Tamora could tell it had been a long day. Usually such a chatterbox, he was quiet as he leaned his weight against her and relaxed for the first time since that morning.
“Long day?”
“Mmhmm.” She felt him nod his head against her chest.
“How can I help you relax?” she asked.
His answering whine was muffled against her skin.
“I don’t know. I’ve been deciding things all day,” he groaned. “You pick.”
“Careful,” she warned with a smirk. “If you leave it up to me, you might end up in handcuffs.”
Felix chuckled.
“I can live with that,” he replied. With a weary smile, he lifted his head to kiss the underside of her jaw. “You know you can do whatever you want to me.”
“You must be more exhausted than I thought,” she joked.
“I mean it. I trust you,” he protested, pulling back enough to stand up straight and look her in the eye. “I know I’m safe in your hands.”
And that was how Felix found himself on their bed with his wrists bound together and tied to the center of the headboard. Tamora had stripped him of all his clothes except for his boxers and secured a blindfold over his eyes. The room was buzzing with anticipation as he awaited her first move; all she had told him was that she had something special in mind to help him relax.
He felt the mattress dip under her weight at the foot of the bed. When her hands found their way to his stomach, just above his boxers, the touch made him flinch. Her quiet chuckle turned his excitement up a notch—she was already enjoying this. She ran her palms up his abdomen as she crawled over him and his whole body tingled. Normally Tamora would sit right on his pelvis, kickstarting his arousal with little effort. When he didn’t feel her weight settle on top of him, he couldn’t help but pout.
Tamora smirked and quieted his whine with a kiss. “We’re trying something different today. Do you trust me to make you feel good?”
“Of course,” he nodded eagerly.
His readiness to submit to her filled her with satisfaction. She leaned in to press soft kisses to his cheek and jaw.
“Now relax. I’ve got you, and I’m going to take care of you,” she murmured in his ear. “You don’t have to do anything but sit back and enjoy.”
Felix sighed as her kisses made their way to his neck. Her soft, sweet touch was a stark contrast to the intensity she normally brought to their bedroom activities. His mind began reeling as he realized that he had no idea what to expect—when she tied him up, he assumed he was in for a fast and wild release. Sensing his racing thoughts, Tamora brought her lips back up to his ear.
“Don’t think. Just feel.”
He let out a shaky breath and willed his body to relax. When Tamora resumed her soft kisses, she let the nail on her index finger gently trace its way from his ear down the side of his neck. It was a tiny glimmer of what he craved, for her to carve her marks into his skin; not enough to satisfy, just enough to awaken his desire.
Rather than dig in deeper, she shifted right back to light touches and gentle kisses. And just as soon as he adjusted to the change in pace, she pressed her nails into his chest. His heart raced beneath her palm, but she backed off again, leaving him with nothing but four crescent-shaped indents in his skin.
Her game was clear to him now, but recognizing it did not spare him from its effects. Each time she interrupted her gentle doting with a small nip or scratch, it ratcheted his desire up another half-step. He craved more, but the constant surprises in her slow build-up were exciting, and he gladly gave himself over to her every whim.
He was completely at her mercy, and he was loving every second of it.
When she ghosted her fingernails down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers, his muscles fluttered and twitched of their own accord, making her keenly aware of just how tightly wound he had become. Glancing further down, Tamora grinned at the burgeoning arousal between his legs that was beginning to make itself known. She brought her lips up to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe for a moment before she took him by complete surprise and ran her fingernail from the base of his shaft to the tip. His whole body jerked in response, and the sound that escaped him was music to her ears—something between a gasp and a moan.
“Is this for me?” she murmured in his ear as she gently traced her fingertips over the growing tent in his boxers.
“Yes.” As though his desperation wasn’t clear enough in his voice, he nodded eagerly as he spoke.
“I’ve hardly touched you,” she chuckled. “Does my teasing turn you on that much?”
“You’re driving me crazy,” he huffed.
That was an understatement. Not being able to see what she was doing made each touch more intense until it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire. While he could normally channel that energy into pleasing her, the rope around his wrists was a constant reminder of his vulnerability. She knew exactly what he liked, which meant she was able to rile him up with near-surgical precision without offering him any sort of release. It was simultaneously too much and not nearly enough.
She gazed down at him, taking a moment to soak in his ruddy cheeks, his mouth agape as he panted for breath. Felix, her endlessly capable husband, now coming undone beneath her, and she had made him this way. The power was intoxicating. It crossed her mind that she could keep him like this, hovering in a tortuous limbo, for as long as she wanted. But she knew that true gratification lay in the afterglow, when she had banished every stressful thought from his head.
“You look good like this,” she said.
“You like making me squirm, huh?”
“You respond to it so well,” she uttered, leaning in close to his ear. “Makes me want to take a bite out of you.”
Her words sent a shockwave down his spine, and she doubled his surprise by running her tongue across one of the sensitive spots on his neck and finally digging her teeth into his skin. His gasp was quickly choked out by a moan as she sucked at the spot in earnest. Her fingernails skittered down his stomach until her hand reached his waistband and she yanked the elastic down without hesitation. Obediently, Felix shifted his lower body and kicked his boxers off before she even had to ask. His compliance pleased her, and she rewarded him with her slender fingers wrapped around his erection.
“Ohhh.”
With a satisfied grin, she got straight to work. She rarely had the opportunity to admire his body like this, and she planned to take advantage of it. As she slowly pumped her fist up and down his cock, she reflected on what it felt like to have him inside her. While other men might be tempted to plow full steam ahead, Felix cared deeply about her comfort and satisfaction and had the self-control to pace himself in order to ensure her pleasure—even when she was too impatient to wait. It drove her crazy in every possible way. Tamora wondered if he even knew how much his methods left her craving him.
A small whine escaped him as she released her hold on him, but his disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as he felt her shift above him. She peppered kisses down his neck and chest, occasionally surprising him with a small nip as she scooted down the bed. Though she was gentle, Felix hoped there would be marks left behind. The muscles in his stomach tensed and twitched under her lips and a bolt of heat surged down his abdomen as he realized where those lips were headed.
It wasn’t often that he found himself on the receiving end of oral sex. He had a tendency to deflect when Tamora tried to initiate, which managed to both frustrate and dishearten her. She’d never gotten a real explanation out of him, but she knew him well enough to know that it was likely the result of an insecurity of some kind. But today, there would be no gentle redirection from him; she had made sure of that when she tied him up. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and slowly, deliberately ran her tongue up his length, pressing a kiss to the tip when she finished. He had shown impressive restraint so far, but when she took him into her mouth, he had a more difficult time holding back.
“Oh, Tammy.”
Spurred on by the sounds he was making, she continued with enthusiasm, head bobbing up and down as she settled into a slow rhythm. As impatient as she could be, she wanted to take this opportunity to draw out his pleasure, to see just how far she could push before his body gave way to it. His anxious tendencies caused his mind to run on overdrive, keeping him in a state of worry and self-consciousness that she longed to free him from.
She traced the tip of her tongue along the vein that ran down the back of his length, taking a moment to savor its rapid pulse. Then she focused on the head, taking it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the spots she knew he was most sensitive. His body tensed, but his moan was muffled as he bit his lip to keep it contained. Even here in their bedroom, blindfolded and bound and completely removed from the outside world, he was holding himself back from expressing his pleasure. That just wouldn’t do.
Perhaps it was time for a more direct approach. She withdrew from him, shifting up the bed to speak into his ear with her right hand wrapped loosely around his erection, providing just enough movement to make him antsy. He whimpered at the loss of her mouth and she smirked.
“I’m doing some of my best work here, you know,” she said. “Don’t you like it?”
He nodded and made a small noise of agreement, unable to form a more coherent response. She tsked in mock disappointment.
“Why are you holding back?” she murmured, her sultry voice sending goosebumps across his skin. She quickly ramped up her movements, tightening her grip on his manhood. “Don’t you think you deserve to enjoy it?”
A well-placed twist of her wrist forced a response from his lips.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned.
“That’s more like it,” she purred. “Now, relax and let me hear how happy your favorite sergeant makes you.”
The command seemed to unlock the last remaining barrier that stood between himself and his truest expression of pleasure. His breathing was unsteady as Tamora tightened her grip on him, each shaky exhale delivering a moan. The warmth that had been pooling in his belly shifted lower, each stroke of her hand drawing it tighter around his erection. He wasn’t ready for it to end, but he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking into her touch as his body betrayed his wishes in its pursuit of release. Tamora’s eyes lit up at the display and she moved a little faster, squeezed him just right, and his orgasm blindsided him in a flash of white.
“That’s it, let it all out.”
He could hardly hear her voice over the roar of blood in his ears and his own moans, but she was still moving, keeping pace with him as pleasure rocked through his body. Every nerve ending in his body tingled, and it quickly felt as though his release had taken all his energy with it. He couldn’t be sure if the blindfold had warped his perception of time, but he felt that his climax might just stretch on forever. Just when the thought occurred to him, she let go, apparently unaware that he wasn’t even close to coming back down. The absence of her touch left a burning, unbearable void that intensified with every second that passed.
“No!” he cried out, taking Tamora by surprise.
“What is it?”
“Don’t stop,” he urged her, his voice wavering. “Please don’t stop, I need you.”
Her confusion lasted only a moment longer before she turned her attention to his cock; twitching, dribbling cum, and still hard. That was a first.
“Look at you,” she crooned.
“Please, j-just a little more. You can do anything you want, just please touch me.”
He was met with silence, and he barely suppressed a whimper. Suddenly he felt her weight shift around him, but there was no space in his mind to anticipate her next move—only a gnawing, maddening hunger.
“Think you can hold out for me, soldier?”
He opened his mouth to ask what she meant when he suddenly found himself enveloped in her slick heat, and a moan escaped him instead. As she lowered herself onto him, she let out a pleased sigh, and the sound lit every nerve ending in his body on fire. His stiff member throbbed inside her, simultaneously overstimulated and needing more, so close to another climax yet he urged himself to find the self-control to stave it off for as long as possible.
His whimper as she settled her weight on his pelvis didn’t escape her notice, and she placed a gentle hand alongside his face.
“Too much?” she asked.
He fervently shook his head “no.”
“Not enough,” he pleaded, his breathing ragged from the exertion of maintaining his composure. “Please, I need more.”
His assurance was all she needed to hear and suddenly she was moving, riding him hard and fast and without warning. Now that she had torn down his defenses, the moans spilled loudly from his lips without resistance, and his unabashed expression of bliss only made her more determined to push him over the edge.
As her own sounds of passion filled the room, he wished he could see her face. He could only imagine the ravenous look in her eyes as she used him to sate her own hunger and the smile that tended to grace her lips when she was in control. Had she fully undressed? If not, what did she still have on? The thought that her breasts could be bare right in front of him, out of sight and out of reach, felt like torture. Throwing his head back on the pillow, he pulled against his bindings for the first time as his frustration boiled over.
Tamora smiled, enjoying the way he was beginning to lose control of himself. As much as it amused her, she understood his frustration. She hadn’t realized until now how much she would miss locking eyes with him in the heat of the moment; he was such an open book, she could always tell exactly how he was feeling. Her fingertips brushed along the edge of the blindfold on the side of his face, and she decided it had served its purpose. There were no more surprises planned, no more tricks up her sleeve, just a woman pounding her husband into the mattress.
A quiet hm? met his ears, and paired with her hand on the blindfold, Felix immediately understood her intentions. With an excited nod of his head, the blindfold fell away, and he was met with the most alluring sight he had ever seen. His inclination that she was bare above him proved correct, and her breasts softly bounced in time with her thrusts. Her lips were parted as she breathed heavily from the exertion, her gaze was downright predatory, and her cheeks were flushed in the way he loved so much. Beautiful and enticing in a way that just felt unfair, a combination that threatened to unravel him the moment their eyes met.
“Tammy…”
The word sounded both reverent and full of need coming from him, almost like a prayer. When she finally met his gaze, a new wave of desire crashed through her body. He looked at her like she was the most bewitching creature on earth, worship and disbelief shining in his eyes. She relished how powerful it made her feel to have him wrapped around her finger like this. The deep blue of his irises was so striking against his reddened cheeks. His forehead creased as his brows knitted together, and she knew he was nearing release, but he was fighting against it.
“I see that look on your face. You’re worried I won’t be satisfied.”
Tamora slowed her movements in order to speak more clearly.
“Maybe I haven’t been making it as obvious as I should,” she tsked.
“Huh?” Words were getting more and more difficult for him to come by.
“You’re not the only one who’s been enjoying this,” she answered. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice how easily you slid inside me, how ready I was for you. How much it turned me on to see you lose control.”
Her words washed over him, pulling him to the brink of his sanity.
“You don’t have to try to make me feel good. I’m about to come on your cock and you won’t have to lift a finger.”
Tamora placed her hands on his chest, grinding against him with more intensity. The headboard began knocking into the wall in time with her movements, and he was powerless to do anything but be swept away by the tide of pleasure she brought on. Her nails dug into his skin and scraped down his pectoral muscle, brushing against his nipple in a way that made his head spin. His gasp at the unfamiliar sensation worried her for only a moment; his next moan came from deep in his chest, and she could feel the vibrations under her palms.
Finally it all became too much, and Felix felt his second orgasm crash into him with even more force than the first. Tamora relished the way he was helplessly rocked through his climax, the hazy look on his eyes that told her she had accomplished her goal, the deliciously warm feeling of being filled by him. It pulled her over the edge right behind him, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of their gratification. She was diligent in seeing her pleasure through to its end, and the sensation was so overwhelming that it forced a few tears from his eyes.
“Okay?” Tamora managed to ask through panted breaths.
“Uh-huh,” he breathed in response.
That was assurance enough for her, and she collapsed on top of him as they came down from the high. After a long moment of fighting to catch their breath, Tamora reached up and untied the knot binding Felix’s wrists to the headboard. His arms dropped like dead weight onto the pillow, and they both chuckled.
“You sure you’re done this time?” she asked.
Felix nodded. “I don’t think I can move right now.”
“Good,” she replied, leaning in for a kiss. Although he was too exhausted to properly return it, he relished the affection. “That means I’ve achieved my goal of helping you relax.”
She kissed him again, and this time he managed to muster the energy to return it.
“That was amazing,” he sighed. “I mean, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“If I’d known you had that in you, I would’ve started using it to my advantage a long time ago,” she teased. “Guess that means we get to start making up for lost time now.”
He shuddered beneath her and she grinned. Pressing a kiss to his nose, she continued her thought.
“But for now, how about a nice warm bath?”
She climbed off of him and moved to get out of bed, but Felix caught one of her hands before she could do so. His eyes were warm with adoration as he smiled at her.
Tagged by: @marvel-starwarsfangirl Thanks so much for the tag! I loved learning more about you. You're so cool.
Last Book: The Eye of the World, the first book in The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan. It's my third time reading it. I'm going slower than usual, but still having a great time, and I am more knowledgeable about a range of topics since my last read in 2022 so I'm picking up so much more.
Last Song: "Rescue Attempt" composed by Kevin Kiner for season 3 of The Bad Batch, because apparently I like making myself suffer.
Last Movie: KPop Demon Hunters so I could put all the music--both soundtrack and score--in order of appearance.
Last Series: The Legend of Vox Machina. I'm on a rewatch because it's just so damn good. I've been snapchatting Percy's scenes to @miss-mouse99.
Salty or Sweet: My body is craving everything right now from being sick, while I also feel sick from everything, so both, really.
Coffee or Tea: Tea hates me lately, so coffee (it hates me only slightly less)! (Only decaf though so I don't have a seizure, but my favorite coffee place has a broken machine, so no decaf for the forseeable future.)
Working On: I am committed to coming out with a chapter for my fanfic Brother, Hold Me Up every Wednesday to make it like a Bad Batch day, and so I can actually finish this story I love so much (though it has recently informed me it wants to be a trilogy). I also have another longfic I'm working on, but I want to finish it before starting to post. It's a secret.
Tagging: @evilwriter37 (I already know you so well, but tell me more), @miss-mouse99 (the same goes for you), @laughhardrunfastbekindsblog, @shitpost-it-tristan, @envydean, @dessertbird, @storyweaverofgondor, @tonyskittymug, and @tedrakitty
Tagged by: @lifblogs ! Ohh, this looks fun, nice to get to know more about you! (Especially when I'm the long-lost whump triplet, hehe)
Last Book: I re-read Wreck-It Ralph (the junior novel) last night! I think it still counts even if it was a PDF file, right?
Last Song: I Miss You by Blink 182 (lol, I covered it)
Last Movie: Haha, I also rewatched Wreck-It Ralph last night. The hyperfixation is as strong as it was 13 years ago.
Last Series: Criminal Minds! I've been rewatching all the Spencer-centred episodes and loving my first exposure to whump through my first blorbo.
Salty or Sweet: That's a hard one for me, but I have to go with salty! Sweet things make my mouth feel funny sometimes.
Coffee or Tea: [looks at the cup of coffee next to me] Coffee, my beloved. Where would I be without my three cups a day? Probably asleep, honestly.
Working On: Too many things to list out, haha! Just finished the latest chapter of my Fake Dating AU, I have a few doodle ideas that I've sketched out that I wanna outline and clean up, and there's the second chapter of two other fics that I'm trying to figure out how to continue. My brain keeps starting new projects before I finish the current ones!
Thanks for tagging me @shitpost-it-tristan! I'll bite, haha!
Last Book: It's been an embarrassingly long time since I've read an honest-to-goodness novel. Last book was 'The Art of Zootopia 2.'
Last Song: 'Steady Hand' by Saint Motel
Last Movie: 'Zootopia 2'
Last Series: 'Fionna and Cake' Season 2
Salty or Sweet: I enjoy both together, but if I must choose it'd be sweet!
Coffee or Tea: A cup of coffee for daily consumption and tea when I'm sick!
Working On: Mostly working hard at my IRL job, haha! When I have the time, I am poking at my WIR Wester AU 'Love's Retribution' among about 4 to 5 other short to long fics I've been tinkering with in rotation. Many might never see the light of day unless I ever feel comfortable with posting things, with the caveat that I may never finish them, haha.
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