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@therebelangel
🕯 𝕺𝖀𝕿 𝕺𝕱 𝕮𝕳𝕬𝕽𝕬𝕮𝕿𝕰𝕽 🕯
I am extremely anxious. Please don't judge me for using a name I am very much fond of. Felix has always been a favorite name of mine, and with a face like his it is very hard to find other names that will suit it. I considered letting him go nameless for a while, and letting my writing partners name him for their own threads. But I ultimately decided to name him after his FC.
|| OPEN ||
Felix lay sprawled across the rough velvet of the choir stall, his legs thrown open, the memory of his wings burning in his mind, though they were gone now, torn away by the force of his descent. There was no halo to mark his former glory, just skin and bone, exposed to the dim light filtering through the high, broken windows.
A wet warmth engulfed him. He hissed, his back arching off the velvet as a tongue worked him with agonizing precision. His fingers tangled in their hair, gripping tightly as his hips bucked upward. "Get your mouth..." he choked out, his voice a rough rasp that seemed too big for his body.
He didn't want softness; he wanted to be taken apart.
Suddenly, a hand slammed against the back of his head, pushing him down. He didn't fight it. Instead, he surrendered to the pressure, groaning as he was forced to take more, the sensation overwhelming his senses. His head lolled to the side, resting against the cold wood of the pew as his breath came in ragged gasps.
"You think you can make me forget what I am?" he growled, his hand tangling tighter in their hair, pulling just slightly to force them to look up at him. "You think this is enough to bring me back?"
She'd give anything to keep his face in that relaxed state. When he laughed, it was easy to remember why she'd fallen in love with him. He was everything she could have hoped for in a partner and she was stuck with a man who seemed to feel only hate and a lust for power.
A soft smile curled up the corners of her lips and she shook her head slightly. "We're creating it. Together." Without him, Olivia knew she'd be consumed by hopelessness. What would she have to live for?
Olivia had played the submissive bride just as she'd played the submissive daughter. It had been her lot in life from the moment she was born. She'd always been told how to dress, how to act, who to marry.
"You were always more than just a boy who knew how to chop vegetables. You've given me more than anyone else has. You've given me hope and kindness." His was the love she'd dreamt of as a little girl. What she longed for when she found out she was to be wed. What she spent every night wishing for.
She was about to speak up again when she heard footsteps down the hall. Taking a quick step backwards away from him, Olivia pulled her hand back. When she spoke, there was a firmness to her tone that hadn't been there before. "Don't forget, the king specifically requested red potatoes for dinner." Maybe a poor attempt to cover their time alone as more of the staff filed into the kitchen.
Felix's face shuttered instantly, the warmth vanishing as if it had never been there. The laughter died in his eyes, replaced by the familiar, guarded stillness of a servant. The transformation was seamless, chilling in its speed. He didn't flinch at her sudden movement or the coldness in her voice; he simply accepted it, his role snapping back into place as if it were a second skin.
He gave a deferential nod, his gaze fixed on a point just over her shoulder, refusing to meet her eyes directly. "Of course, my lady," he said, his voice now devoid of all the softness from moments before. It was polite, distant, firm. "The red potatoes. I will see to it personally."
As another staff member entered the bustling kitchen, Felix turned away from her, his movements efficient and practiced. He moved toward the larder, his posture straight and his expression carefully blank. He picked up a basket, the very picture of dutiful service.
But as he passed behind a large flour barrel, just out of direct sight, he risked a single, fleeting glance back at her. In his eyes, for just a heartbeat, was the promise they had just made—a flicker of the garden, a silent acknowledgment that this was the first test. Then it was gone, and he was just the kitchen boy again, fetching potatoes for the king's dinner.
|| CLOSED || @tragictwinflames
Felix stood before his bathroom mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. The faint scars on his forearms - remnants from his fall - tingled with a familiar ache as he ran his fingers through his silver hair. He took a deep breath, focusing on the purpose of today. Alura had been distant lately, her usual radiance dimmed by shadows of guilt he knew all too well. After everything she'd done for him - finding him broken and hopeless after his fall, helping him piece together a new existence on Earth - he felt compelled to return the favor.
The art museum tickets felt heavy in his pocket, not from their weight but from the hope they represented. He'd carefully chosen the exhibition - one filled with light and color, meant to remind her of the brightness she brought into the world. Felix caught his reflection in the mirror, noticing how his eyes still held traces of celestial light despite his fallen state. "Today," he whispered to himself, "I'll help her see what I see when I look at her - not someone defined by past mistakes, but the embodiment of warmth and life that helped me find my way back from darkness."
He grabbed his jacket, the movement causing the scars on his back to stretch with a dull reminder of what he'd lost, but also of what he'd gained - a friendship that transcended celestial boundaries. As he headed to Alura's apartment, Felix rehearsed what he might say, knowing that breaking through her walls would require patience and the same gentle persistence she had shown him during his darkest days.
kiss roulette
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
A kiss after a bite
A kiss against a wall
A kiss to the shoulder
A kiss to the back of the neck
A kiss while one party is carried
A tentative kiss
An impulsive kiss
A kiss out of spite
A clumsy kiss
A bloody kiss
Sienna leans back into the couch as she smiles. Watching him for a second walk around the couch towards the door.
Her eyes shimmer slightly, the idea of finally doing this. It felt so right. Even if she unknowingly got to this point.
Once he returned with the takeout in hand. Settling back into their seats as she grabbed her box and opens it up. She was quiet for a moment.
"But even if life is blissfully good for just one day. It's also worth it. I do get the need to survive and keep going. The thrill of just living...I've done just that so far..but the allure of a romantic, sure fine. An unrealistic dream too, of a day of just joy and peace...."
She rolls her eyes as she took a bite of her noodles. "I'll say it's worth that once in a life time chance."
She looks over to him. "Just like this moment..." She teased, she knew this was a chance for them to be together. This was finally happening but it was so peaceful as well.
It doesn't compare to the thrill of an action movie. But this had its own thrill of the unknown.
Felix settled back onto the couch. The weight of the takeout container in his hands was a grounding presence. He popped open the flaps, the savory aroma of garlic and spices filling the air between them. He listened carefully as she spoke, his chopsticks pausing halfway to his mouth. He watched her, a soft, thoughtful expression on his face. The dim light caught in her dark hair, and he found himself completely captivated, the action movie on screen nothing but background noise.
"I don't disagree," he said, his eyes holding hers. He set his container down on his knee, giving her his full attention. "A perfect day... a moment of pure, uncomplicated joy... I see the appeal. And maybe that's not the fantasy. Maybe that's the reward for surviving the chaos."
He gestured vaguely toward the television, where the hero was currently disarming a bomb. "They fight through all of that... for a chance at a moment like this." He looked from the screen back to her. "A quiet room, good food, and..." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "...someone who makes the world feel like it's finally making sense."
He picked up his container again, taking a bite, but his eyes never left hers. He chewed slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'd take this over any fantasy, any day."
Oh the Pizza.
Always something got in the way between them. Her eyes shimmer for a moment, feeling like this was meant to be. Another failed date, another broken heart for a second.
All for Felix to fix and scoop up for her.
She sighs softly as she smelt the aroma of the slices. Slowly she sat up on the couch as she beams.
"You do know how to treat a lady." She giggles as she sighs. Waiting for her roommate- her? She didn't know what to say now.
Did they now make it official to date? Her thoughts slowly came to her head as she blushes. A sudden shyness hit her as she smiles.
As he settles the pizza down with the other food they're already eating. She helps him make room, "Thank you. I'm really happy we can have this conversation and well...get closer then before..."
Felix set the pizza box on the coffee table, the delicious aroma filling their living space. He couldn't help but smile at her words, his heart doing that familiar flip-flop whenever she looked at him like that. "I've always wanted to treat you like a lady, Sienna," he said softly, his voice low and intimate. "I just wasn't sure if I was allowed to."
He settled back onto the couch beside her, closer this time, their shoulders touching. The plates of pasta and wine glasses were pushed aside to make room for the pizza box, which Felix opened to reveal steaming slices topped with all her favorites.
"Of course," he continued, turning to face her. "I'm happy we're having this conversation, too. But I have to admit..." He paused, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. "I'm not entirely sure what we are now. I don't want to assume anything."
His fingers lingered against her cheek, gently stroking her skin. "All I know is that I don't want to go back to pretending that I don't feel this way about you. I've done that for too long already."
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We can figure out the labels later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this—with you." He gestured to the spread of food around them. "And maybe finish that kiss we were so rudely interrupted from."
Felix picked up a slice of pizza, offering it to her with a small smile. "After we eat, of course. A gentleman never kisses a lady when she's hungry." His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Unless she insists."
A flutter echoed out in her ears once their lips touched. Sienna was in complete awe at the way he acted.
A bit of a shock sure, but deep down she knew he had to have liked her. It wasn't as if he tried to hide it. It did, but little things slipped through the cracks.
Her eyes met his after the kiss. It was soft, it was gentle. But it meant a lot between them, it was their final confession.
I like you. A lot more then roommates and or friends should.
A smile gently painted her lips as she nods her head. "I guess that makes two of us Felix...." She blushes at the way he gently laid it flat for them.
I want this. I want us.
A giggle left her lips as she took a second. Trying to process the years of flirting to second glances, to now a kiss. Sienna smiles as she nods her head.
"I would want that. So yes. I want this, I want us. I think it's about time we finally, accept this tension."
Felix felt his heart swell at her words, the years of unspoken feelings finally finding their voice between them. He set his glass down, never breaking eye contact with her. "I've been waiting to hear you say that for what feels like an eternity," he admitted, his voice soft as he leaned in to press another gentle kiss to her lips. This one was more certain, filled with the promise of what was to come.
When he pulled back, he just couldn't stop smiling. "All those times we'd sit right here and I'd have to stop myself from..." He trailed off, shaking his head with a small laugh. "Well, you know now." Felix picked up his wine glass and raised it. "To accepting the tension, then. And to finally doing something about it."
He clinked his glass against hers, his eyes never leaving hers. "Though I have to ask," he continued after taking a sip, "was this your plan all along? To come home from a terrible date and get me to admit my feelings?" There was no accusation in his tone—only genuine curiosity and affection. He set his glass down and took her free hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "Not that I'm complaining. In fact, I think I owe that investment banker a thank you card for standing you up."
Felix glanced toward the TV, where the show they'd been planning to watch was playing on mute. "Though I have a feeling we're not going to pay much attention to that now." He squeezed her hand gently. "I'd much rather focus on this—on us. Finally." He leaned in to kiss her once more, their lips just millimeters apart when—DING-DONG!
The doorbell rang loudly, making them both jump apart. Felix groaned, resting his forehead against Sienna's as a laugh escaped him. "Pizza," he said with a sigh. "Of all the timing..."
He reluctantly pulled away to stand up. "I'll be right back." Felix paused at the door, turning back to look at her with a smile. "We're not finished with this conversation. Not by a long shot."
Sienna, bless her heart, tried to focus. A hint of her was trying to watch the movie. But slowly her eyes kept drifting back to Felix.
The way his hand had settle over hers. To the way his hand was slowly tracing a circle over her knuckles. It was light, a pure connection between the two. It was always there in their casual touches, but now it meant more.
"So.... Why are you into action movies..?" She asked him softly. "You make fun of me for enjoying a Roman Holiday so much...might as well give a bit more detail why you like these movies."
Her voice was soft. Slowly she was scooting over, closing the gap between them. More to hear him better, but to also get closer. As if she needed to be closer.
Her eyes shimmer as she leans in the couch. Her attention slowly falling on just him.
Then of course, the door bell hand to ring. Time had passed faster then the two had expected, being that thirty minutes into the film they had on. They didn't even know how they got to a secret mission now- time does fly quickly.
Felix felt her shift more than he saw it, the gentle pressure of her body moving closer to his, erasing the last few inches of the careful space he always maintained. The warmth of her was intoxicating, a subtle pull that was far more compelling than the explosions flickering on the TV screen. He smiled, a small, private thing, as her question finally registered in his haze of contentment. He turned his head, his gaze dropping from the movie to their joined hands.
"Roman Holiday is a fantasy," he said softly, turning his gaze to hers. "It's a beautiful dream where a princess and a regular guy get a perfect day and then... it's over. It's bittersweet, but it's still an ending."
He paused, brushing his thumb over her knuckles again. "Action movies are about chaos. People who are broken, or lost, or have nothing left to lose, thrown into impossible situations. They don't get a perfect day. They have to fight tooth and nail for every single second. They get beaten up and betrayed, but they keep going." He leaned in a fraction more, his voice dropping even lower. "They find the one person they can trust with their back, and that's what gets them through. It's not about the ending. It's about surviving the middle. Together."
The confession hung in the air, a stark, unguarded look into the way he viewed the world, and by extension, the two of them. They had survived the middle. This was the part of the movie where the two protagonists, finally allied against the world, got a moment to breathe.
Just as the thought formed, the sharp, insistent ring of the doorbell cut through the quiet intensity of the moment, shattering the bubble they had created around themselves. Felix blinked, the sound pulling him back from the depths of her eyes. He glanced at the television, realizing with a start that the movie had progressed significantly, the plot now a blur of car chases and conspiracies he hadn't registered at all.
A soft, breathy chuckle escaped him. He looked from the door back to her. "Time flies," he murmured, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. "I'll get it. You stay right there." He pushed himself up from the couch, the sudden loss of her warmth making the cool air of the apartment feel more pronounced.
|| OPEN || M/F
Felix is y/m's guardian angel (takes place before his Fall)
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour convenience store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles stocked with snacks and beverages. Felix stood before the refrigerated section, his ethereal wings carefully folded and hidden beneath the illusion of human flesh and clothing. He had been watching over his charge for weeks now, learning their routines, their favorite coffee order, the way they hummed when they were content.
Tonight, however, had brought an unexpected surge of dark energy – a malevolent force that had targeted his human. Felix had tracked it here, to this mundane corner store where his charge had stopped for a late night snack. He feigned interest in the energy drinks, his celestial senses attuned to the approaching danger.
As his charge reached for a bag of chips on a high shelf, Felix subtly positioned himself nearby. He could feel the malevolent entity gathering strength, preparing to cause the heavy display unit to topple onto his unsuspecting human. With practiced casualness, Felix accidentally bumped into the person next to him, causing a cascade of items to fall from a neighboring shelf.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said with a charming smile, his deep voice smooth as honey. The distraction worked perfectly – his charge turned toward the commotion just as the display unit would have fallen, now safely out of harm's way.
Felix knelt to help gather the scattered items, his fingers brushing against his charge's hand as they both reached for the same fallen product. "Clumsy me," he chuckled, looking up with eyes that held ancient wisdom beneath their human appearance. "I'm Felix, by the way. And you are?"
smut prompt list no. 1
1) classic only one bed, then oh no we’re cuddling in our sleep that then evolves into sex
2) hate fucking
3) friends with benefits
4) first time
5) phone sex
6) public sex
7) possessive sex
8) sex outdoors
9) gangbang
10) casual threesome between pals
11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together
12) sex pollen
13) high on adrenaline kind of sex
14) make up sex
15) break up sex
16) inexperienced person gets a little “lesson”
17) reunion sex
18) complicated sex with an ex
19) angry sex in the middle of a fight
20) gentle comforting sex
"Our garden," she repeated with a smile. His hand found hers and she felt like she could breathe even with the confines of her corset. It would be hard to let go, but the dream they shared would be enough to get her through the worst part of her days.
She couldn't help the smile that curled up the corners of her mouth as he spoke. "Have you ever considered being a writer? You create beauty with words with as much ease as you create in the kitchen." This conversation had started with dread but she felt so much lighter. More free.
She squeezed his hand, nodding as she looked up to meet his gaze. "We'll get there together. I'll do what I can while playing the part of submissive bride and eventually...one day, we'll live the life we've dreamt of. From the moment we met, Felix, I knew you were meant to be a part of my future."
A genuine, unguarded laugh escaped Felix, bright and startling in the tense air. The sound transformed his face, smoothing away the worry and revealing the man beneath the servant's livery. He looked down at their joined hands, then back at her, his eyes shining.
"A writer?" he chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I just... I see you. And when you look at something the way you're looking at our future right now, it's impossible not to describe the beauty. You're the one creating it. I'm just the fool lucky enough to get a glimpse."
He squeezed her hand back, his touch firm and certain. "The part of the submissive bride... I know it will cost you. Every moment of it. But remember, it's just a mask. The real you who threatens gardeners and dreams of a simple table, that's who I'll be waiting for. The one who will meet me at the end of the path."
His expression softened, the humor fading into something profound. "From the moment we met," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. "I was just a boy who knew how to chop vegetables. You were... you were everything else. I never dared to imagine." He paused, swallowing hard. "To know that you saw me even then, that you felt this... It changes everything. It gives me a strength I didn't know I had."
He lifted their joined hands, pressing his lips to her fingers again, a gesture that was no longer about renunciation but about sealing a sacred, unbreakable promise. "Then we have a destination. And I promise you, Olivia, no matter how long the road, no matter how dark the night, I will walk every step with you until we are standing in that garden, together."
