Felix Miller Jr.

Sweet-Talkin' Sugar-Coated Handyman Felix Miller Jr. || 24 || Handyman/ Contractor || Gifted with the power of "Fixing Touch" || FC: Darren Criss ( Associated with Being Disney RP group)

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apennywasted‌:

“Movin’s nae ever easy,” he murmured, chuckling quietly at the shrug. “‘Specially nae outta the states. Did that meself, 'bout a year or two ago.” Seamus shrugged a bit, returning the grin the younger man sent him. “Like plastic, eh? Well, that’s good tae here.”

Maeve moved to lean further into the brunet’s hand as he listened to the other man. His fingers carded through the fur near her ears, humming affirmatively. “Aye, from time tae time. ’M out in Besydus but I like the trails. ’S quiet.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” Felix exhaled, giving a quick louder laugh as he wiped the mock-sweat from his forehead. “I ain’t sure I’ve had so much trouble sortin’ out somethin’ before. Not since needin’ to carefully carve a fella’s cat out of a glass table. Tricky one that one.” He perked up when the other mentioned having moved from the states himself. He hadn’t expected it, considering the other’s accent, but he was intrigued all the same. “You moved from the states, huh? Where ‘bouts you from?”

He gave a quick glance around his surroundings and smiled softly. He’d honestly been talking and walking and being in his own world for such a period that he’d barely noticed where he had gotten to. Now that he had a moment to pause and take it in, he had to agree. “It’s real peaceful-like, I’ll give it that. Can imagine how a fella might wanna come here and just... breathe.” 

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gothedistance-herc‌:

Hercules was kind of glad he hadn’t lied about the cat, since this stranger was offering to help him. Then it would be weird and he’d have to lie about the lie of having the cat and how could he possibly keep that up. And, honestly, Hercules would rather someone else do it. Maybe they would do it better. 

Unlike most people, Hercules was not the type to hesitate to allow people into his house and know where he lived. Being practically indestructible allowed for a certain freedom and privilege of forgetting that people could literally try to murder you if you just invited them over without having known them at all previously.

So, he smiled gratefully.

“That–that’d be great, actually. Uhm–I live in the Benbow Apartments. You can, uhm–I mean, I don’t expect you to come over now, cabinets really aren’t a high priority or anything, uhm. Oh! I’m Hercules, by the way.” He was glad he was holding the wood, so he didn’t have to seem rude for not shaking his hand. 

“I can, uh–we can exchange numbers or something. Oh! And I’ll pay you, of course.” That felt only right.

“Of course. Whenever works best for you, pal. My schedule is real free at the moment, I’m just tryin’ to move myself in and get accommodated with folk and the flat Everythin’s all pretty new and excitin’ right now, y-probably know the feelin’.” New and exciting were a good description of Felix’s aura right now, but he honestly felt a little relieved to be finding some sort of starting work after only just arriving in the town. It gave him a quick little buzz of comfort that reassured him that there was a good chance he made the right choice in his move.  

“S’a pleasure, Hercules. I’m Felix.” He pulled a small card and a pen from his pocket, quickly scribbling down his number on it and holding it towards the other man. “Ignore the number on the card. New town, new number 'n all that.” 

He waved a dismissive hand at the other’s notion of pay, making a quick ‘psht’ to try and shoo the flying thought out of the other’s mind. “Ain’t no need to worry ‘bout payin’ or money, buddy. This one’ll be on me, considerin’ it’ll be my first fix of the town.”

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accendimi‌:

Sarina waved off his name, one way or another she would have figured it out and details like that always escaped her mind because she didn’t really give a shit.

Lesson One.

“Name’s Sarina.” She introduced none the less. “I feel like first things first, get drunk in a new town is a good way to loosen up and get used to the place.”

Felix’s expression probably illustrated his surprise that ‘first thing’s first’ was getting hammered in a new town, but wasn’t dismissive of it all the same. He wasn’t the heaviest drinker, but he couldn’t see what harm it might do

“I mean, that sure as heck wouldn’t have been the first, second or seventh thing to occur to me to do in a new town, but I ain’t gonna turn down that idea at all.” He gave an optimistic nod of the head. “Anywhere you recommendin’?”

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rezares‌:

“You don’t.” Reza deadpanned before he laughed and shook his head. “Its doable, its just done the old-fashioned way. GPS works just fine once you get out on the road between here and Next Town Over, but the magic inside the town screws with it here. Same reason you’ve probably gotten some random texts since you got here.”

He gestured to the street they were on. 

“If you keeping following Main Street out of town and take a left turn that will put you on the road you’ll drive down when, miraculously, your GPS will work again.” Reza hummed thoughtfully. “You could also pay a sorcerer like me for a simple navigation spell, but if you can remember drive down Main Street and turn left, that is a terrible waste of my time and your money.”

Felix’s mouth hung open gently as the other mentioned him receiving random texts from people he didn’t know. It was suddenly making sense. He thought it was something to do with changing countries but he was far more interested and intrigued by the idea that these messages were due to magical reasons. “Y’know, I have received a few texts that I felt real sure weren’t for ‘my eyes only’, as some of them liked to be sayin’. Feel like I’m intrudin’ on my own phone. Ended up turnin’ the thing off.” 

He nodded along as the other gave him some useful directions, nodding along as he tried to keep the visual image in his head of driving down Main Street. But his drive became a little waylaid, pulling over to the side of the road and pulling up the handbrake on the pavement as he looked across to the other, raising a finger as if to put a pause button in the advice. “...Sorry, fella, but did you just say you were a sorcerer?” 

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every-last-inch-of-me‌:

Granted it wasn’t the usual response Gaston got for those kinds of comments. Normally, he was accustomed to hearing things like ‘shut up’ or ‘go away’ or ‘dude, that’s disgusting’. Sometimes they’d simply ignore it altogether. If he was feeling really lucky, they might even pretend to laugh. So when someone came along and seemed to roll with the joke, he’d embrace it with open arms. 

At least, until it started sounding gay. Which this had done about five seconds ago. 

Sure, he didn’t blame the little runt. If he met himself out walking in the open, he’d probably flirt with himself too. Hell, he’d sleep with himself if anyone gave him the chance. But this left a little flutter of discomfort in his chest.

“I mean, it’s got the usual an arse end of nowhere town has. The only thing we don’t have is a mine, if you’re looking for Dopey and Sleepy and the rest of your crew.”

Felix let out a soft chuckle, offering a gentle shrug as he played into the joke.  Surprisingly, this wasn’t the first time that Felix had been compared to dwarves.“Ah, fella, I think y’must have me mistakin’ with another dwarf. I’m the real Dopey. Maybe you’re just confusin’ me with Dippy. Or maybe Dumpy.” He gently patted his little pooch of a tummy. “They’re our estranged brothers. They stay away from mines. We’re good at mining, they’re better at stand-up comedy.”

Felix gave a soft grin to the other and then scratched at the back of his neck as he turned away from the man to look about at the businesses around them. “Well, I s’pose I’ll be searchin’ a little longer for the stuff I need. Maybe there’ll be some make-shift old-ancient relic tools that’ll do for the time bein’.” He turned back to Gaston, giving him a small nod of thanks. “Thanks for y’time, stranger. If you ever in need of somethin’ fixin’, be sure to look me up. Felix Miller Jr. I’m on-the-line with Facebooks and stuff.” 

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fflewmetothemoon‌:

Fflewddur snorted. “I don’t mind the magic necessarily. Well…not if it’s the friendly stuff like with the fairies. But it’s not all fun and games. Did you know there was an earthquake? Here in town? That was not natural at all.” 

And wasn’t even the worst of things really. “Oh. Or that time at halloween when people turned into their costumes?” He sighed a little wistfully. “Okay that one was cool actually. I was actually the Flash. But other stuff goes really wrong. Like…it’s insane, people share dreams that are beyond crazy!”

“...Just in this town? Not the British isles but just-” Felix whistled gently, thumb hanging on the edge of his jean pocket as the visual impact formed in his head. “Well welll, that sure ain’t the sort of thing that’s easy to bounce back from, huh?”

Just as quickly as Felix’s smile had been wiped from his face with the concern of chaos and destruction however, it had been wiped back on at the notion of the Halloween mischief. “Holy heck, that sounds like a whole tree sproutin’ candied apples sort of fun! Who was the most interestin’ on that one? I bet the fella who dressed up as Shaun of the dead was disappointed. There’s always a fella who dresses up as Shaun of the dead.”

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causeimmroogieboogie‌:

Oogie offered a soft tilt of the head and raised his eyebrows with a quiet acknowledgement of the gravity of his manufactured situation. Of course, these things happened. He’d once met a man with a hole in his heart. Well, met him and subsequently whittled away at his will until he was a puddle of greed and his heart problems became the very least of his worries. Though really, he knew very little of the specifics of the condition.

A mental note, perhaps, to remind himself to check, on the off chance the stranger might remember it.

“One can only remain hopeful,” he said, patting his leg with his leg with the unmarked hand. “I suppose I’d best get back to work. These sprouts aren’t going to pick themselves.”

Felix nodded along sullenly, eyes full of a look that offered sympathy and lips that pouted with a soft smile. He could only look to the other man with utter admiration. But, being a man who was less able to pick up on the more subtle of social cues, Felix missed the suggestion that perhaps Oogie wanted him to leave. 

“Well, hey, why don’t ya let me help, stranger. I’m sure with two pairs of hands you can stock yourself up in no time. And, well I ain’t much of a bragger, but these hands of mine are pretty handy as far as hands do go.” Felix offered, rocking back on his heels and then with a slight hop, bouncing to attention and approaching the plant that Oogie was stood beside. “Th’names Felix by the way. Felix Miller jr. Though Felix, or sometimes short-stack, works just fine.”

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gothedistance-herc‌:

Did this bloke just say gander?

Hercules didn’t think people actually talked like that. Okay, well, maybe like 90 year old men in retirement homes. Not that Hercules had many interactions with 90 year old men in retirement homes but those were the kinds of things that he imagined them saying–

Wait, what were they talking about? Focus, Herc.

He blinked and looked at the planks of wood similarly to the way someone looked at their clothes when someone gave them a compliment. As if they had forgotten about them.

“Oh, uhm, yeah–Just some cabinets in my apartment.” A beat. “I broke them.” He gave a little wince. Why did he always feel the need to explain himself? He could’ve just said it was…the cat. Not that he had a cat.

Felix gave a soft smile at the admission, offering a soft chuckle to try and ease the other’s embarrassment “Oh, well, shucks, that sure is a sour sight. But, it happens to the best of ‘em. Sometimes out stuff just breaks, huh? These things happen.” 

In past experiences of helping people out in these circumstances, he’d found people rarely wanted to admit how something had broken. Some people wanted to talk about it, just due to telling a funny story. But usually, when they had a sort of approach similar to the man in front of him, they’d rather not. The man possibly didn’t want to talk about it, and Felix wouldn’t want the feeling of shame to linger on the other for longer than it had to. 

“Do you maybe need a helpin’ hand with them, stranger? I’m my hands are fairly helpful when they want t’ be.”

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accendimi‌:

Sarina laughed, not really at the boy just at the fact that well caring above the average amount. She had done that. She had hurt herself over worrying about what other people thought. She saved them hoping they would like her more.

She gave that up.

“Hang around enough with me and I bet we can squash that little bug of caring too much. Of course you’ll have to want that. No point of seeing the benefit if you dont want it.”

Felix had to wonder, did he want that? Approval from others was a goal he had wanted very firmly for half a decade at least (subconscious or otherwise), and through it he had achieved fairly well. Polite customer service had been an easy feat. for him. But if he didn’t care about what people thought of him, maybe that would go away. 

“Maybe carin’ a little less would be nice, but I ain’t sure gettin’ rid of it altogether is the problem-solver for myself. And, if we’re gonna be squishin’ bugs together, might help if you knew my name, huh?” He offered a gentle nod to the woman in front of him, greeting her after he had been talking to for a few minutes already. Possibly a redundant action but one that felt necessary. “The name’s Felix.”

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causeimmroogieboogie‌:

Oogies eyes flicked up and stared into the gloom of the deeper forest. Exasperation perhaps. Shock. That he could find a human he didn’t enjoy the presence of. He liked his people, he liked his food. And this man was seemingly the Lidl value coleslaw of the demon world. 

To top it all off, he hadn’t quite got the point either.

Tucking the last few buds into his pocket, he raised to his feet, making sure to avoid the body that was slowly approaching him. Though, as frustrating as the man was, he could help but give himself the joy of a little personality-building. After all, he loved to weave his own story. “Might make my life a little easier if it was,” he let out a short laugh and pulled a bud into the light. “A heart murmur. Had a hole as a child,” he tapped his chest, “probably still do. I’d read somewhere that these can help if you mix it with the right reagents.”

“A heart murmur?” Felix’s eyebrows furrowed softly, his heart going out to the other man as he explained his ‘condition’. It was something he hadn’t heard of, didn’t have any knowledge of at all, which perhaps made the idea of it even more daunting and dismal to Felix. “Christ, that sounds just... That’s mighty awful. I can’t begin to think what sort of problems that brings.”

It had crossed Felix’s mind, very briefly. So very brief that they were easily missed: What if he could fix that? What if he could cure this man’s life-long heart condition with a simple pat on the back? Wouldn’t that be so nice? Wouldn’t that be so helpful of him? It would be idealistic, for sure, but, he had tried to help people with heart problems before, a very long time ago. It, uh, didn’t work. And it had put Felix firmly off ever attempting to try fixing people’s problems using his gifts. 

So brief were these thoughts passing through his head that it went by in the few seconds where the handyman spared a soft glance down to his hands in his pockets and then looked back up to Oogie, offering a sympathetic smile. “You’re a real brave man for workin’ through it though. I’m real sorry that it’s somethin’ you live with. But who knows, with modern medicine and;” he nodded softly to the bud in the other’s hand, “-who knows what sort of things you’ll be able to fix.”

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every-last-inch-of-me‌:

Gaston’s lips twitched a moment as he thought on it. Perhaps he’d forgive the initial insult… and the ‘pickle’ - though it had left his eyebrow hitched slightly further up his forehead than was possibly natural. After all, he was excellent and he did know everything. If everything extended as far as the boundaries of the Next Town Over and included anything you didn’t learn in a book and less.”More than a handful,” he smirked, mostly to himself, before smiling broadly at the man. “But, I mean, you’re not wrong. I am probably the longest standing, most admired member of the town so I can see why you might think I’d be interested.”

Both of those were slight lies. And truth be told he’d never had interest in being either of those things. But, when it came to strangers, it was best to build the world for them before someone else did.

It took Felix a moment to fully catch the implications of ‘more than a handful’ that Gaston had intended, but before he could react with more than an intrigued flutter of optimism, that he had found someone that was indicating that they were more than a handful of help (maybe even an arms-length-ful!), his attention was reeled into the other’s next statement. “Well, pluck my eyebrows and call me Felicity, my shovel tapped the ground and I found myself some twenty-two karat pure gen-you-wine gold! It sounds like you got a real reputation about these parts, huh?”

Felix could admit to being more than enthusiastic about this discovery. Finding someone who spoke such high praise of himself must have gained it from hearing others say it to him. Someone with that sort of image must have at least a few recommendations about the place he lived, right? “Uh, fella, maybe you’d be able to tell me some of the got-to-do’s about this place then? I mean, I’m sure I could figure it myself with time, but I’d love to hear some stuff from such an, uh, immense member like yourself.”

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fflewmetothemoon·:

Fflewddur shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose it has been interesting.” Personally he didn’t care too much for it. Once he’d had the very disturbing dream that he’d been a middle aged TEACHER at a wizarding school! Nothing was quite as disturbing as that.

“Hmm…a bit of both really. Festivals with a lot more magic involved. After all, the fairies of the hollow tend to do things for the seasons and such. Stick around long enough and I am sure you will see something strange.”

Honestly, all of the things the other man had been listing so far sounded like whimsical fun. Slightly mad, but in the charming way that urged you to delve deeper and find out more. 

Yet Fflewddur talked about all of them like they were mundane boring matters. He had to wonder how frequently they had occurred to the other man to have this sort of affect on him. “Sounds like y-really ain’t a fan of none of this magic stuff, fella. Ain’t your sort of rodeo?”