Felix Robane x Fem!Healer!Reader
thesis — Felix always seems to be hurt, and the reader can hardly keep up with all his medical needs, resulting in a late night healing session
Felix tightened the bandage wrapped around his injured arm with a slight twitch of his eye, his definition of a wince. He was camped outside the healer’s tent at midnight, half because he knew he was going to be scolded the second he stepped foot in there for the fourth time that day, and half because, well, he might just be hopelessly in love with the healer.
While Felix was having an inward crisis beside your tent flap, you were sitting inside with flickering candles spread throughout your tent. Peacefully. Happily. You might be in the middle of a war you likely wouldn’t return alive from, but that didn’t stop you from savoring the small moments of peace and quiet you got through the usual clamor of the healing tent.
You hummed a simple tune under your breath as you stood up from the cot you had just cleaned and went over to your desk, which had been left untouched for quite a long time while you were busy tending to patients. It had just been gathering dust in the corner.
Upon seeing the letters sealed with wax that were sitting on the dusty top, you sighed somewhat dreamily, picking them up and shuffling through the letters you vividly remembered exchanging with Felix, a knight on the battlefield. Foolish as it is that you both decided to become lovers amidst a dangerous war, you couldn’t help but laugh as you opened one of the letters and examined Felix’s scrawly handwriting.
You had exchanged the letters for a rather silly yet sentimental reason — to make it seem like you weren’t both involved in the war and to deflect away from the sinking prospect of death.
It wasn’t as if both of you didn’t know what it would cost to enlist, but you certainly didn’t know you’d meet someone who’d make you feel like you do with him.
“Maybe I should’ve put ‘Love, Felix’ instead of ‘Sincerely, Felix.’ Guess I just felt a bit awkward back then.”
You screamed as Felix seemingly appeared out of nowhere behind you. Not knowing who it was nor willing to take chances, you shoved the “intruder” against the wall, whipped out the dagger that was hidden in the folds of your gherkin, and held it to his neck.
Felix threw his hands up, his bandage falling off at the motion, just adding to the fear in his eyes. “Hey, hey, it’s just me!”
You yelped, jumping back and releasing your death hold on him. “Oh my god, Felix, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
He chuckled, wincing all the way now. “I don’t think okay is the right word.”
“Is that blood?” Seeing the dark red seeping through Felix’s linen shirt, you immediately scrambled over to the many piles of supplies lying on the opposite end of your tent for bandages and disinfectant. “I told you to just go rest!”
Felix smiled, albeit it was likely just to hide the pain, your stomach still flipped ever so slightly when he met your eye. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. We just have so much to do, and this little era of peace is the perfect time to do it.”
“Era of peace,” you scoffed, tearing a bandage into jagged pieces in exasperation. “This is the third time today, Felix! Is getting hurt a joke to you?”
“Fourth…actually,” he corrected in a small voice, but fell silent at a particularly cold glare from you. You flopped down on a cot, dragging Felix down with you as you lifted up his shirt to see a long slash on his already bruised and beaten torso.
He looked away just as you looked up at him with saddened eyes.
“Just…take care of yourself,” you murmured in a cracking voice, and Felix couldn’t bring himself to even look at you any longer. “Don’t tell me you opened up the wound on your arm too…”
He did, and you quickly got up, even more desperate now, and sat down again, this time behind him. You reached around his body, making sure you would be touching enough of it for your healing mana to transfer the maximum amount, which surely wouldn’t be that much after a long day of healing.
And you were tired — a welcome, plausible excuse.
Golden light sprouted from your fingertips as you closed your eyes and led your consciousness away from the chaos of the world. Felix watched your fingers tap steadily against his stomach as his heartbeat picked up.
He really couldn’t tell if you could hear — no, feel it bouncing around in his rib cage. He cursed to himself silently.
Get a hold of yourself, Felix! You aren’t some hormonal teenager who explodes when a girl touches him!
Gulping nervously even though he’s done this with you hundreds of times, he shut his eyes as the bright, golden orbs got to the highest intensity and flashed away, all in the same second. He felt the cot shift as you leaned back and sighed.
Felix opened his eyes and peered back at your figure, leaning towards you and wiping a few drops of pearly sweat off your forehead. You met his eyes, and in that moment, it dawned on you both.
Rose-scented candles lit the small tent, making the floating specks of dust swirling around you look like nebulae of gold. The air was thick as you stared at each other in comfortable silence. Felix’s broad shoulders were framed by the soft light, his shirt still lifted ever so slightly, and his eyes glistened under the shadow of his long lashes.
No doubt you were both thinking the exact same thing.
And no doubt indeed, as you pounced on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and encasing his lips in a kiss. Felix jumped slightly on impact, but didn’t protest, allowing you to pin him down on the cot while you felt out his lower lip and bit down. He let out a sound that made your stomach drop in excitement.
He turned his head eventually, gasping for air with flushed cheeks and heavy eyes. His gaze was still focused on you, however, seeing what you would do next.
“Maybe I should reserve this cot for you.” You chuckled softly, your hand pinning both of his above his head, near the metal headboard while your legs straddled his healed torso. “What do you think?”
“What are you implying there, doctor?” He teased right back, but since his voice was still breathy and his cheeks are redder than a tomato, you both knew he hadn’t sold it enough.
You laughed, leaning down towards his neck and whispering in his ear, “Why don’t you stay here tonight, Sir Felix?”
Felix’s breath hitched, and you made eye contact once again. The corners of his lips lifted up in a smile.
