Hi! I'm so happy to see a new fe3h blog 💚! The fandom is sort of dying down and with it writing blogs... I was wondering if you could do anything Felix? I love those situational things but I can't come up with anything sorry...
a/n: i’m alive, somewhat! i’m so sorry i took so long to respond to this, and i really hope you like it. this is my first time writing felix in a long time and it probably shows xox anyways if you have any more requests feel free to send em! - marie
Even though you told him not to worry about it, Felix was no fool. He could see the sag in your shoulders and the way you closed your eyes and sighed when you thought no one was around. You were upset, there was no denying it. The frustrating part was that you wouldn’t tell him what had you so uncharacteristically quiet. He didn’t press- no, he valued his own privacy enough to know it better than to invade yours. But, that didn’t stop him from voicing his concerns to unwilling bystanders in typical Felix fashion.
Annette was the one to offer advice, while Mercedes solidified the suggestion with concrete action. Action. Felix was a man of action. He was pragmatic- a realist, not an idealist. A warrior at heart, he envisioned each goal as an obstacle and overcame it swiftly and ruthlessly. The goal was to make you feel better, the objective being you were sad. He could overcome this, just as he’d overcome countless battles and sparring partners.
But he couldn’t bake a damn cake.
He knew you liked sweets, and even though the mere scent of sugar made his stomach twist, he pushed aside his disdain and decided your happiness was more important than his temporary disgust. He went to the kitchens early, so early that the hustle and bustle of breakfast preparations had yet to even begin. Mercedes had given him a simple recipe for a simple, small cake, explaining chipperly that it was a beginner’s recipe as if to insinuate Felix couldn’t handle something as simple as following directions.
Well, he couldn’t. He could measure flour and whisk eggs, sure, but when it came to adding the right amount of sugar and leveling the pans with the right amount of batter Felix was greatly lost. He was halfway through pouring an undoubtedly over-sweetened glob of batter into a pan when he realized this was ridiculous, he was very much done with this, and if this didn’t put a smile on your stupidly cute face he’d set fire to the entire monastery.
Fortunately, the battle came to an end, and while Felix wasn’t sure if he won just yet he did know the small, simple cake in front of him was proof of his efforts.
“This better be worth it.” He grumbled to no one in particular as he packed the cake as tidily as he could and left the kitchen. It was much later in the morning; people were already entering the dining hall to start preparing breakfast. He was quick to hurry out of the dining hall and make way to the dormitories. He got lucky this time- if anyone he knew caught him struggling with frosting the embarrassment would have killed him. He was going to make a beeline for your room, hand you this cake, and be completely done with-
“Hey, Felix! You’re up earlier than usual, whatcha got there?” Goddammit. He stopped, five feet away from your room, and turned slowly on his heels to glare daggers at Sylvain.
“None of your business. Now leave me alone.” The taller boy wasn’t fazed by his harsh tone at all, and instead turning his attention to the pastry Felix was trying so hard to mask from view.
“Is that a cake? Don’t you hate sweets?”
“It’s not for me, you fool. Actually, it’s none of your business. Go away.” In hindsight, he should have just prefaced with “go away”, because the brief exposition was enough to put a sly smile on Sylvain’s face.
“It’s for (y/n), isn’t it? I never took you for the romantic type,” Sylvain snickered and Felix resisted the urge to drop the cake and strangle him, “did you make it yourself? That’s actually really sweet-”
“Shut up before I throw this cake at you,” his face was beginning to heat up, “Now for the last time, go away-” Before he could finish he was cut off by a familiar voice. Your familiar voice.
“Hey Felix, Sylvain. What’s going on?” Suddenly the room felt a lot smaller and his face felt a lot warmer. He cast a scowl at Sylvain, a warning to go, and fortunately, his friend decided to have mercy on him and take his leave.
“I was actually just leaving, I’m starving. I’ll catch you guys later, yeah?” With one last shit-eating grin he was gone, leaving you and Felix alone in the corridor.
“Oh, uh, bye? That was weird.” You turned your attention to Felix and his irritation was replaced with apprehension.
“I’m surprised to see you this early, usually you’re training right now.” Your eyes flickered to the cake in his hands, eyebrows instantly furrowing in confusion, and he interjected before you could ask him anything stupid.
“I came to give you this. Here.” He held the cake out stiffly, looking at anything but you as you gingerly took the dessert from his hands.
“This… this is for me? Why?”
“Because you’ve been sulking all week, and I thought stuffing your face with sweets might lighten your mood.” His words may have seemed harsh, but his tone was laced with a clear concern for your wellbeing. When your face softened and you smiled in response he felt his chest tighten in that familiar feeling that made his palms sweaty and his face grow hot.
“Oh Felix, thank you,” you smiled warmly as you inspected the cake, “did you make this yourself?”
“...Yes.” He couldn’t lie even if he wanted to. The plain, white frosting and minimal decorations (one lone strawberry) were enough for anyone to tell it was his craftsmanship. You were quiet for a moment after that, and Felix was half prepared for you to outright laugh at his shoddy work. He already had one foot turned and ready to make a swift retreat when you began... sniffling?
“Are- Are you crying? Is it that bad?” He questioned, slightly alarmed. You laughed, sniffling again and wiping the small tears that had formed in your eyes.
“No, it’s not that, I promise!” You looked down at the cake fondly, “It’s not bad at all, it’s perfect. I just can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me. I know how much you hate sweets...” You trailed off sheepishly. He scoffed.
“It was nothing, so don’t worry about it. Besides,” his face softened and for a brief moment you could’ve sworn you saw him smile, “if it means putting a smile on your face I suppose it was worth it.” You were half tempted to tease him for his sudden softness, but you decided against it in fear of ruining the moment. Instead, you grinned and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, ignoring his sputtering protests and heading in the opposite direction.
“Come on, let’s go to the gazebo! We can have tea while I eat my cake!” As Felix watched you walk off without him, back to your chipper self, he shook his head.
“Whatever.” Oh well. If it meant your happiness, he’d bake a thousand more cakes.