you asked for a felix plot!
what about felix overworking himself? reader tries to get him to take a break and he ends up passing out from training? maybe a lil argument but reader dotes on him and takes care of him ❣️ normal snarky felix fluff hehe
THIS IS SO CUTE. i am crying screaming throwing up i love felix sm. This gets a little angstier than i initially thought but it clears up in the end cuz felix is a bitch but he’s a bitch who’s soft for the reader. I hope he’s in character??? Ahhhh
Btw go to the end for a little list of songs i listened to while writing this! I wanna give more music recommendations to people so hopefully u guys enjoy those too :)
You were worried about Felix. Again. Honestly, at this point, when were you not?
He was consistently overworking himself. Which was normal, you had to admit, but he’d been in a bad way recently. His red eyes being brought out by prominent eye bags, his bed left empty and door left ajar late at night when you’d go to visit him. Nights spent tirelessly training and training, the sword never leaving his hand. He had to improve. Every hour spent sleeping, eating, even spent with you, was a waste in his mind. Only if he was swinging a sword at a training dummy or a real partner was an hour worth living. It wasn’t healthy, for him or you.
And it hurt you. With every swing of his sword, it was as though he was chopping up your heart, breaking it into billions of pieces, smaller with every hit.
It hurt you seeing him exhausted, hardly eating, hardly sleeping. It hurt you seeing him look like a walking corpse. It stung seeing the fresh calluses on his hands from gripping the sword. It stung how he seemed to enjoy his time training more than spending time with you.
This had to stop, you realized. You had to put an end to this, for not only your sake, but mostly for his. You were worried sick. You knew Felix better than anybody, and you could read him cover to cover like a little kid could read a picture book. You knew he wouldn’t stop until he was physically unable to continue, and even then, he’d still try. Stubborn as a mule, that boy was. Obstinate bitch. But he was your obstinate bitch, and you loved him.
These thoughts led you to the training grounds at 2 in the morning, knowing that’s where you’d find him. Sure enough, there he was, black hair tied up and slicked with sweat, sword buried deep within a training dummy as nobody else was awake to spar with you. As you entered, Felix looked up, his crimson eyes lighting up with recognition.
“Ah, [Y/N],” He began, pulling the sword out of the dummy. You could see how exhausted he was just from studying his face. His eyes were glossy with exhaustion. When was the last time he slept? “Spar with me.”
“What? No. Felix. How long have you been at this?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you came closer. “Do you have any idea what time it is? When was the last time you’ve eaten? Slept? Bathed? Took care of yourself?”
The fact that he even had to pause to think about it broke your heart. It was as though you were the training dummy, ripped through the chest by his sword, stuffing spilling out of the gaping hole that was left where your heart was. He was neglecting himself. You weren’t surprised, but still torn all the same.
”Those things won’t help me get better.” He said with a scoff, turning away from you to start thrusting his sword at the training dummy once more. You could feel the tears begin to gather in your eyes. Stubborn. Stubborn, stubborn boy.
“Felix, they will. You can’t get stronger if you keep neglecting yourself. Everybody needs rest, Felix. Even the strongest of swordsmen still take days off to make sure they’re in top condition.”
You were right, and he knew that. He just refused to admit it. Too prideful to ever admit he was wrong. He looked up at you, and you could see just how exhausted he was. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He just swayed back and forth for a few seconds before his eyes snapped shut and he went toppling to the floor, sword clattering to the ground.
You rushed forwards, grabbing him before he could hit his head. You were crying now, gently propping his head up in your lap. You vowed to yourself at that moment. The next day, you’d force him to stay in bed. You’d cook for him, run him a nice warm bath, wash his clothes, and you’d keep him 10 feet away from a sword at all times.
So, lit only by the light of the moon, you carried him back to his room. You laid him in his bed after you’d changed the sheets, tucked him in, closed the blinds and let him sleep for as long as he needed to. You cleaned up his room a bit, washed the pile of dirty clothes that had accumulated on his floor, and then you just waited.
And wait you did, never once leaving his side even though he was out for hours upon hours upon hours, only leaving to make him some breakfast and use the bathroom. You slept by his side, ate by his side, cried by his side. And once he did finally begin to stir, he had a plate of healthy food beside him and a tall glass of water. He glanced up at you, then back down at the food, then back at you before his eyes narrowed. You were both silent, but the look in his eyes spoke what his mouth would not. Finally, he swung his legs out of bed and got up, reaching for the sword he had hanging on the back of his door. You roughly grabbed his arm and forced him back down into bed, shocking him by your strength.
“Felix Hugo Fraldarius. You’re not leaving this damn bed.” Your eyes met his, and as soon as he saw the fire ripping through your eyes, he closed his mouth and sat back. He’d never seen you this intense before, and he could also see the tears brimming in your eyes.
“(Y/N), I have to train. You know this.” He objected. Stubborn. Stubborn asshole!
“You also need to take care of yourself. Felix, please. You just slept for, like, 12 hours straight. You’ve lost so much weight, you need to bathe, you need to rest. Please. Just for today.” You took his hand, squeezing it ever so softly in your hand, feeling around the calluses on his palm. He opened his mouth to object, but seeing the broken look on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks, he couldn’t just brush you off and get up. He loved you more than that, even if he hadn’t been acting like it for a while, so wrapped up in his training. You were his soft spot. He let out a sigh, picked up some food, and was able to choke it down.
Relief flooded through you at that. He was going to eat. Going to rest. Going to recharge and stop taking everything so seriously. You excused yourself to the bathroom under the guise of running him a warm bath to take the ache off his muscles, but the whole time you got the water ready, you were sobbing to yourself. You were still so worried about him. So afraid that he would continue down this path of self destruction. What if something happened to you on the battlefield, and he was left on his own? What would he do? Would he work himself to death like he’d been doing the past few weeks?
Felix took his bath as you washed his clothes and when he came out and got dressed, you couldn’t help but wrap him in a tight hug and tackle him down on the bed.
“Promise me you’ll start taking care of yourself. Please.” You whispered. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. He smelled like himself again, a mix of lavender and spice. Felix sighed, burying his face in your hair. If it hurt you this badly, how could he just continue down this path?
“I promise. I… I’m sorry.” He whispered. How you brought this prideful, mulish man to apologize to you is beyond me, but you were definitely his soft spot. He cared for you so much he was willing to put down the pride and agree with you for once.
You two laid there for quite a while until you both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms and the comfort of each other’s company. He’d forgotten how nice it felt to have a full belly, a warm bed, and the arms of his lover wrapped around him, keeping him safer than he’d ever felt.
songs i listened to while writing this:
ill be waiting for you by destery smith
the ruse and the caper by coyote theory (haha that’s what my username is. are they called usernames on tumblr. im stupid)
the secret life of me by waterparks
hippo in the water by mom jeans
welcome to my planet by pomplamoose
white trash millionaire by mom jeans
nervous young inhumans by car seat headrest
