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FELIX ESCELLUN NSFW ALPHABET

Hello my fellow simps! To motivate me with my smut works, and also to practice my headcanons, I’ve written an NSFW alphabet for my favourite subby bottom. Enjoy!

This is my first attempt at something like this so lemme know what y’all think :)

Edit: There’s a lot to balance here, so please let me know if you have any concerns. I try my best to give fair representation.

18+ under the cut MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Felix’s love language is definitely acts of service, so I definitely think he would take to worrying and fretting over you after sex (depending on the kind of sex you’re having, see below). He would love to run his fingers through your hair and snuggle into you, to wipe you off and bring you tea. He would really panic and be unsure if he’s being helpful at all, but he would try his best, bless him.

It’s heavily canon that Felix is into bondage (receiving) so I’ll roll with that and say that you definitely need to take care of him if you’re getting into heavy BDSM (which, let's be honest, he would like). He wouldn’t necessarily ask to be taken care of, he’s too proud for that, but you gotta force him to sit still while you run ointment over any marks, tell him how much you love him, how good he was and how well-behaved. He would just stare at you all lovesick-like while you take care of him, absolutely baffled as to how he got so lucky as to have you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is difficult because the devs said Felix doesn’t really notice himself as being attractive, so I honestly don’t think he would dictate one aspect of himself as being his favourite. Really, I think he would love whatever it is about himself you love about him. He’ll start noticing it a bit more every day. For example, if you tell him you love his pretty eyes, he’ll stare at his reflection with wonder, trying to see himself how you see him.

As for Felix’s favourite part about you, I think he would really like your hands. Baby is 100% touch-starved being as I’m certain he’s only ever been with Rime (at least, seriously) and since he died Felix would’ve been alone for years. Plus, we been knew Escell did not give him affection of a child. That’s why Felix loves your hands, because he loves how they touch him, how they look when they hold his, the feeling of them in his hair. He likes to trace shapes into your palms, compare the sizes and shapes of your hands, etc. He’s weird like that.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Has no problem with swallowing your cum. He kinda does it self-consciously, not really noticing how hot he looks when he licks his lips. He just loves everything about you, why would this be any different? Doesn’t find it gross, no sir, he has much grosser things in the jars in his bedroom and probably ate something much nastier just the other day. Flat out- he’s unintentionally a freak. Very well trained gag reflex and does not hesitate to swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think Felix’s dirty (not-so-secret) is that if he has a crush, he’ll write smut about them. That, or he’ll imagine them with him in his dirty fantasies, insert them into his romance novels. He’s definitely got journals upon journals of fanfiction about himself and his SO in which some really raunchy acts take place, and his face is brighter than a strawberry as he reads and writes them. If you find out, do not bring it up unless you want to end up with a malfunctioning boyfriend. He would actually die. If you want to mention it, you’d have to go about it very carefully.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Like I said, I do not think Felix has been with anyone else other than Rime. I can’t see him having a one-night stand after Rime died, and we know Felix was interested in Rime since pretty early on in his life.

I think in terms of their sex life, Felix would’ve been forced to catch up with Rime pretty quickly. I can see the Rime as being much more experienced, given his age and popularity, and Felix would’ve bent over backwards to make Rime happy, so he definitely learned a lot there. When Rime said he taught Felix everything he knows, he meant in more ways than one...

That being said, Felix would know a lot about sex either way. He’s been reading smut for ages and definitely knows what he likes, what he wants, etc. He just needs someone to apply it to.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Damn, we’re getting into it. I think Felix would maybe prefer to bottom, but he could very easily top if required. Topping really feeds into his need to please so… Being that he likes the element of surprise, him bottoming usually goes with that, but I don’t think he’s picky. As long as you dom him because he’d break otherwise.

Depending on what ya got, I think that Felix would like to be held up and fucked against a wall or sitting on a table/desk because it would make him feel tall. Or pinned with his wrists against the mattress and ridden. Alternatively, maybe a lotus-type position, because you get to be close. He would want to look into your eyes, because even though he’s a kinky bastard, sex means a lot to him. I mean he’s only ever been with a few people, if more than one.

Other than that, I think he would like a classic missionary/cowgirl well enough, because you can hold down his hands, or doggy-style, because you can tie his hands behind his back. He likes to be tied up, okay? It's no surprise.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Felix isn’t necessarily goofy, that’s not a good word for it, but he does like to make snide comments and smirks. He might make stupid puns if he’s nervous, but he more so like to snark and be sarcastic. Plus, if he’s in a bratty bottom mood, that will really come out. You won’t get him to stop smirking at you and making quips until you make him moan so much he can’t speak.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I’m going to be honest, this is the one question I am afraid to answer. Let’s just say Felix is definitely obsessively neat and clean, but I don’t think he’d really care about his SO either way.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Definitely wants to be intimate. Especially at the beginning, when he’s unsure of your feelings from him. Even if you’re going for rough sex he wants you to hold him afterwards, and he doesn’t really like when he can’t look into your eyes. Would not appreciate it if he couldn’t touch you or be touched by you for a long time. Even if he’s tied up, he doesn’t like to feel separated from you.

Like I said, sex means a lot to Felix because I doubt he’s done it with many people. Even though he’d never admit it, just the fact that you’ve gotten so close to him means he trusts you so, so much. He doesn’t let many people touch him, let alone like this.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Listen up, he is one horny bastard and he spent a long time with no one to fulfill his desires. He’s got toys, he’s got books, he knows what he likes and what gets him off, though that is very much a clandestine topic for him until you get him to open up some. In other words, yes, he did ‘jack off’ regularly in the past, but he would be less inclined to do so once he’s with you. However, if you tell him to touch himself for you he might explode. No one has ever found him attractive enough to ask for it, and though he would be so flustered and you’d need to coax him, it would do wonders for making him feel sexier.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Felix. Is. Kinky. I can’t say it enough. He would be worried about overwhelming you at the beginning, or having you think he’s bizarre, so it would take a while for it to come out, but once it does...

He likes to be tied up. Both hands and feet. Likes it when you can touch him how you want but he can’t move at all. Thinks it’s hot when you overstimulate him, count how many times you can make him come until he sobs and squirms. Then tell him he did good for you. So slight praise kink, but not excessively, or he finds it less meaningful.

Likes to have his face fucked. Either to be smothered by your thighs or choked by your cock he doesn’t care, hold him down until he can’t breathe but make sure he does breathe because he might forget. He’s enraptured by you.

Other than that, loves when you call him baby or a good boy. Loves when you make him recite the fantasies from his books while you act them out on him. Also loves to be marked- he’ll trace your markings with his fingers for days and smile, and after a while, he loves to mark you as well.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he associates with being pristine or classy. If you fuck him anywhere that’s meant for nobility, such as an office or a fancy dining room or the like, it will get him off so, so quickly. He loves the idea of defiling a space meant to be decorous. It suits his love of going against what people tell him to do. Also it’s just really hot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He likes words, and he really likes dirty talk. Loves you whispering in his ear, telling him what you want to do to him. It will make him gasp and flush and fidget but he absolutely adores it still. Even doing something as simple as pinning his leg when he starts to bounce it when he’s anxious will send so many dirty thoughts through his mind, you don’t even know. Also makes him super turned on if you read his smut books to him, or vice versa.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’d have a hard time telling you straight up what things are out of bounds for him, so you’ve gotta be strict. He’s used to keeping a lot of his thoughts bottled up inside.

He would not, not ever, hurt you. Ever. He watched Rime die, before, and it’s still so fresh, so traumatic that even hurting you a little makes him feel grossly sick. He would also not want you to be derogatory towards him either. He’s been put down way too much to ever get anything from you being intentionally mean to him. Try that, it will just make him cry.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely likes giving head. Loves it, even. I can see Rime as having had an oral fixation, so Felix is more confident with it as it’s something he’s used to and can do well. It makes him super happy to please you and he’s going to be thinking all day about how you looked when you came across his tongue. And what a talented tongue it is. He would like to eat his SO out while they sit down on a chair I think, and would do best to suck them off if they were standing.

I think he would be alright with receiving oral, but the more I think about it the more I think it’s probably not his favourite thing. I think he gave Rime head much more than vice versa (just due to him wanting to please Rime) so he’s less used to it, and is a little self-conscious about it. But he would still enjoy it; he likes the feeling of you holding his hips down while your mouth works on him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he’d prefer to go faster and rougher for the most part. Like I said, very much prefers to sub, and no matter what position he’d very much enjoy if you fuck him very hard and fast, bend him over or push him onto his back, pull his hair, all that jazz. If he’s in a bratty mood, he’ll tell you to go faster, ask if that’s the best you can do, etc. while wearing a smirk on his face.

Still, I think he’d like to go slower sometimes! Especially if he’s feeling insecure, it helps him feel connected to you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I don’t think Felix would like quickies because he wants to be close with you. How I see him with Rime, he’s used to being used and tossed aside already, and he doesn’t like the feeling of just fucking you and being done with it. He wants to relish in it, dramatic theatre boy that he is. He’s not interested in being anyone else’s quick fuck anymore, and while the two aren’t necessarily synonymous, he can’t help that that’s how he feels. He’d much rather wait it out, anticipating your hands on him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

His relationship with Rime was pretty risky, and Felix isn’t necessarily one to follow the rules, so I do think he’d be perfectly fine with sex in public. Yeah, he’s worried about propriety, but that’s what makes it all the more addicting; the stakes are even higher if you get caught. He would act like he dislikes it, but you both know he really, really doesn’t.

As for experimenting, I don’t think there would be much Felix isn’t willing to try. He’s very eager to explore all the things in his books, but he knows enough to know what he doesn’t like. And he trusts you, truly, so as long as you’re taking care of him he’d feel much less worried.

He’d be much more timid when it comes to experimenting on you. You’ll have to tell him it’s okay, because he’s worried about freaking you out. He’s not sure how he ended up with you in the first place and doesn’t want to ruin it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Felix isn’t someone who is accustomed to physical exertion, so while I do think he likes to have sex often enough, he doesn’t do it for a super long time. He gets worn out pretty fast, and he’s so touch-starved it’s not difficult to make him come again and again and again until he’s basically going to pass out, and do it in a relatively short period of time. Oops.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Like I said, this boy has so many toys. I mean, assuming they’re a thing in Last Legacy and I’m gonna just say yes. Vibrators, dildos, ropes and blindfolds, you name it. Although I don’t think he’d love the blindfolds for himself. He’ll hide them until you ask, though. It’s not like that kind of thing is normalized among nobles.

He likes when you hold him back against your chest with a vibrator between his legs until he cries. Also likes to kneel before you and watch your reactions when he shows his toys to you or used them on/with you, it would make him feel very validated to see you indulge his interests.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Felix does like to tease, but more so by running his mouth. Will raise an eyebrow at you with his eyes alight and dare you to fuck him. Can be a very, very bratty sub if he’s in the right mood.

I don’t think he has the will or the dominance to physically tease you too much. Maybe a little bit. But he likes doing what you want and pleasing you too much for that, what can I say.

And of course he likes to be teased, more so flirting with him than physically. He does enjoy fleeting touches, but if you hesitate to touch him for too long it makes him worried. But he does like when you whisper in his ear until he turns scarlet.

If he’s more comfortable with you, he can also get very smug when he sees how you react to him. You would not be able to get him to shut up about it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At first, I don’t think he’s too loud at all. More so quiet whining and whimpering and panting and trying to stifle his noises. Between his probably secret, scandalous relationship with Rime and the fact that he’s nobility, he’s spent a lot of time keeping things quiet. He’s not really used to being loud, and Felix isn’t someone who easily changes. He’ll bite the pillows to stifle his moans.

You’ll have to encourage (or just do things to force) him to be louder and tell him you love his noises. He’ll still bite his lip and blush, but over time it will work until he’s making those beautiful cries for you almost all the time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After Rime died, Felix spent a long time not being able to read his romance books without feeling guilty, without having his mind swarmed by images of blood, death, and tears. Then, when he met you, for the first time in years it was someone else filling his fantasies, someone else running laps through his mind. He cried, he wasn’t sure if it was in relief or shame, longing for what he had lost, but equally lovesick with you, who had stolen his heart (he suddenly realized that he didn’t want it back). He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and though he felt tied to you in every way, he’d also never felt more free.

I think Felix is basically exclusively a sub, to be honest. Namely because I need more subby characters in otome (seriously, where are they? I sad) and also simply because the game really stresses it, which I love. Reminder, people: a person’s personality often has nothing to do with their sexual preferences.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Won’t go into much detail about this, but Felix is very soft all over. He loves lotions and scrubs, and his skin is all perfectly smooth (also, he smells really, really good. Like amazingly good). He doesn’t love to exercise, but due to him being Starsworn I believe he probably had to, to some extent. He definitely complained. It’s canon that he isn’t physically fit, but I still don’t think he’s necessarily like sickly frail by any means. Just- Lord help me he’s not a bodybuilder. He’s a twink, mate. Think soft definition, at most. Also, his skin is very cold (you should probably warm him up). He has little freckles all over, and you’re determined to count and kiss every single one.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high sex drive. Like I said, he’s got a lot pent up. He definitely gets antsy a lot. Even if he’s not looking for sex, it’s a great way to take his overactive mind off his worries.

He’ll hesitate to initiate anything with you, especially at first, and worry that he’s getting on your nerves or that he wants sex too much. That’s why you gotta pick him up, throw him down on the bed, and have your way with him, until eventually, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering that he wants to fuck you. He’s a needy baby.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quick. Sex makes him sleepy, especially so considering he’s always fucking tired in the first place, and well, now he’s even more worn out so he’s gonna pass out on your chest or in your arms ASAP. That, and he’s always got so much on his mind that he’s finally managed to forget about. Run your hands over him and kiss his hair as he snores softly while he snuggles into you. He’s really freaking adorable.

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alexaplaysgames · 3 years

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Bubbly Boy

✦ Fandom: Last Legacy (Fictif)

✧Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC

✦ Rating: T

✧ Word Count: 2369

✦ Description: Felix and his barista spend some time in the bath.

✧ Notes: I said Felix bath scene rights. Literally just the MC being soft with Felix in a bath. Do I write him making out with the MC in every fic? Yes. Is it because I want to make out with him? No comment.

✦ Edit: this is heavily canon divergent now, oops :/

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The bathing chamber of Blackthorn Hall is truly a magnificent sight to behold.

The glassy, dark flooring glistens, an endless sea of black marble streaked with veins of gold. The tiles reflect the enormous chandelier that stretches towards the heavens, tendrils like skeleton fingers inlaid with glittering sapphires, alight with flaming candles that cast shadows on the black ceiling. Thick, towering columns interspersed with sconces line the stone walls, streaking them with bright bursts of light. The flooring crests upwards to meet an enormous inset tub, its clear, crystal waters sparkling. High, curving windows of black and white stained-glass tower over the bath, inlaid with gold and silver trim.

Escell, in a remarkably characteristic display, has overflowed the shelves with an array of expensive soaps, sponges, lotions, and perfumes. I wouldn’t be surprised if any one of the bottles cost more than a month’s rent back home. I’ve thus elected to find his favourite shampoo and use all of it.

The room itself is truly breathtaking, if but a pompous display of wealth. Yet, for all its splendour, the chamber has still only managed to hold my attention for a mere moment, as enthralled as I am with the sight before me.

“I had feared I’d missed my chance to bring you here,” Felix murmurs, the soapy waters of the bath up to his shoulders, lingering in his long eyelashes over his closed eyes. I cup his face in between my palms, sweeping my thumbs over his cheekbones. His skin is soft, cool in contrast to the steaming bathwater.

“Oh?” I ask, and my voice rings clear against the slow drip of water in the spacious chamber, the steamy air thick. “Were you spending a lot of time imagining me in here, barely clothed?”

Felix cracks open his grey-green eyes and groans lowly, his already flushed, sweaty cheeks darkening. He shifts in the water, making it slosh, then tugs nervously on the mesh sleeves of his dark robe. “Have mercy, you know that was not what I meant.”

“I do know,” I concede, chuckling, leaning forward to press a kiss on his nose, which he scrunches up, and I relish in the faint smile he can’t seem to suppress. “I just love the colour of your blush.”

His eyes widen, the rosy colour of his flush deepening until it spreads over his nose. He releases a shaky breath that sends ripples across the warm bath waters, before he tucks his face into the crook of my neck, pressing his lips into my shoulder.

“You’re too cruel,” Felix mumbles. “You’ll be the death of me.”

I chuckle. “You’d like that, though. Wouldn’t you?”

He sighs, his breath cool against my wet skin, making me shiver. My hands stroke over his partially covered thighs under the water where they bracket my hips. “For you, my dear barista, I’d suffer a thousand deaths.”

My fingers stroke through the tresses of his thick hair. I press my cheek into the top of his head, warmth blossoming in my chest.

When Felix pulls back, he takes with him a strand of my hair, twirling it around one of his long fingers. He stares at it in apparent concentration, avoiding my gaze.

“M-may I assist you in washing your hair?” he suddenly asks, and something about how fragile it sounds breaks my heart. It sounds as if he expects rejection, his features already twisted as if he is already anticipating my responding ‘no’.

“Of course, baby.” I watch some of the tension melt from his frame at my words, replaced by the soft, besotted look in his eyes he always gets when I call him baby.

Felix takes a deep breath, nodding, his lithe shoulders rising as he does. He leans over the edge of the bath and shakily grabs a few bottles of soaps. I’m quite glad he has picked for me, knowing I’d never be able to distinguish between the countless bottles myself. Droplets of water drip off his robe. They trail in rivulets over the skin of his chest, exposed by sharp the dip in the fabric he wears so casually, as if he doesn’t realize how beautiful he is. I’m finding it quite hard to tear my eyes away.

I’m thankfully saved from my efforts as he eventually turns around, tentatively pouring soaps into his palms and raising them to the crown of my head. I smile, attempting to instill him with some confidence. I’m not sure how useful the gesture proves; his eyes are now trailed on my lips. He blinks, shaking his head as if released from a stupor.

Felix is slow and methodical as he works the soap through my hair, fingers scratching pleasantly against my scalp with every motion. His brows furrow slightly, and he bites his lip lightly in concentration, face scrunching up in a way that is effortlessly endearing. My eyes flutter shut under his delicate caresses, a sigh pushing past my lips involuntarily.

He takes his time working through every strand of my hair, and my stomach flutters at the thought that Felix, who is notoriously lazily, is obviously putting so much effort into doing this right. Eventually, his touches come to a halt, and he delicately trails his fingertips over my cheeks before he replaces them with his lips.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he huffs, no doubt feeling how my eyelids strain against the desire to flutter open.

With a shudder, I do as he says, listening to the sound of his soft breaths and the gentle sloshing of the water. “What wonder, you are capable of sitting still,” comes Felix’s lilted voice, and I can hear the smirk the no doubt lies on his lips. I am now focusing on the numerous ways I’m going to get him back for that.

A moment later, I feel warm water cascade over my head and down my shoulders, washing away the remnants of the soap in my hair. I shiver as the warmth gives way to the frigid air (an unchanging property of the freezing manor). When my eyes flutter open, it’s to Felix’s delicate features, bathed in reflections of the water, his fingers smoothing my hair back from my forehead.

He sets the now empty pitcher he holds on the side of the tub, though his pale irises only briefly flit away from mine as he does, as if he’s still entranced by the memory of his fingers in my hair. I smile widely at him and extend a hand to him, which he takes, albeit after swallowing thickly.

As soon as Felix’s palm settles against my own, I tug him forward, twirling him as I do so that he lands backwards against my chest with an audible, startled “oomph” and a splash. The warm, bubbly water rocks dangerously around us, swaying with Felix’s panicked, shaky breaths from where he lays in my arms.

I turn to kiss his bright red cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re q-quite welcome,” he exhales shakily, his heart racing against me, “though I don’t know why you saw the need to smother me.”

“Should I let you go?”

“No!” He nearly yelps, and it comes off as slightly too loud in the echoing chambers. He grabs my arms from where they’d loosened around him and tugs them back around his waist. “No, I never said that.”

Of course, I think, snorting under my breath.

I tilt my head to press kisses along the gasping column of Felix’s throat. The water goes mirror-still as he eventually relaxes back against me, even tilting his head slightly as to expose more of his skin to my touch. Felix whimpers softly as I scrape my teeth lightly over his skin, and he moans when I pull back and bite along his earlobe, tugging on the earring he wears, the ones that match his pretty eyes. His head falls back onto my shoulder.

“You,” he pants, “are an insatiable fiend.”

I smirk. “You love it.”

I can see the corners of his curl up in my peripheral as Felix squirms and settles back against me. He shifts as if he wants me to consume him whole, as if he wants to crawl into my skin. “I do.”

He twists slightly in my arms to look up at me, his lips still quirked in a faint smirk, his hair sticky and wet against his forehead and he is beautiful, absolutely stunning. My nerves trill in C sharp as he presses a kiss onto my chin, before flicking his silvery gaze onto mine. I ache to kiss him in return, so I just-

Do. I tighten my arms around his waist as I tug him closer and firmly press my mouth to his. Felix’s lips immediately part against my own as he gasps, sinking into my kiss, one of his hands resting on my cheek and the other sinking into the fabric of my robe. The kiss is slow and soft and unhurried, languid as a cat stretching in the sun. The water ripples, sloshes around us as our mouths work together, our hot breaths adding to the steam of the bath. He tastes of the bath salts, smells of the rose soaps that linger on his skin.

Felix trembles in my arms and kisses me harder, clutching me as he were thoroughly ravenous. My hands sweep over his skin through the mesh of his robe; his chest, his arms, his shoulder blades. I’m almost frantic with the need to touch him, to feel him, to hold him without interruption, undisturbed.

Eventually, we part for breath, though Felix only moves back far enough that our foreheads touch. His eyes are still closed, and I can see the water droplets that linger in his long lashes. His eyeliner is smudged slightly against his skin, but he looks no less ravishing for it. I take my thumbs and gently away some of the black makeup.

“Good?”

He nods. “Yes. Good.”

Felix shifts again and snuggles back against me, lying back against my chest and taking my hands in his own. He rubs his thumbs over my palms, staring at them in deep thought as he sinks deeper into the bubbly bathwater.

“You’re so adorable.”

Felix splutters. “I am not.”

“You are. Adorable,” I say, trailing bubbles over his skin with my fingertips, watching them slide off and back into the bathwater.

I pull the fabric of his robe off his shoulder and press the word there, too, over the freckles in his skin.

“Adorable.” Felix shivers.

“Stop that,” he whines, albeit too breathlessly for the words to hold any weight.

“Adorable.”

He sighs, apparently done with the topic, shying away as he always does from my compliments. For a long moment, we sit in comfortable silence filled only by the drip of water in the cavernous space, and the slow fizzing sound of the bubbles. I watch the reflections of the lights ripple against the water and then still, the blurred shapes cast by the stained-glass windows on the walls.

“I never thought I’d have this again,” Felix admits quietly, sometime later. It could be hours, for all I know, caught in the soothing lull of the water and the feel of him against me. His fingers lace between my own and he pulls them apart, fixating on our hands together. I can feel his words more than hear them from where my lips are pressed just under his ear.

“Then we’re the same,” I say smoothly. “I never thought I’d meet someone so pretty.”

He laughs, such a wild, happy noise that I’m almost startled, turning his head into my neck in what I know is an attempt to hide his blush. “Flatterer,” he mumbles, the word reverberating against my skin.

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Not long after, we’re forced to leave the bath lest we risk turning into prunes (Felix, for some reason, does not find it amusing when I say he already is a prune, but I still think it is quite funny). The rest of the time is spent on things much less pleasant than simply holding him in my arms, but I suppose it is important to actually bathe when you enter a bathing chamber. Formalities.

Felix lets me towel off his hair, to my great enjoyment, and though I think he looks adorable squirming as I dry him off and kiss his blushy cheeks, he complains that I’ve mussed his hair and now have to brush it. It’s not like I wouldn’t have anyway, but it’s cute that he’s found the excuse for me to touch him a bit longer. The entire time I brush his hair I don’t think his eyes leave my face once.

I drape the fluffy towel across his shoulders as I speak to him of how pretty he is, how beautiful, how lovely. It gets him so incredibly flustered that I almost feel bad, save for the way he clutches me so desperately against him; I know he enjoys the praise and is simply lost as to how to respond to it.

Eventually, I pull him onto the mattress of his cushy, four-poster bed, into the sea of silk sheets and soft pillows he possesses. Felix lays his head across my stomach, his hair tickling the exposed sliver of my bare skin. He sighs warmly in my lap, and for once, it occurs to me that he appears quite content. Felix rarely goes long without complaining about something. Which reminds me-

“Felix?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t you hate water?”

He rolls over to face me, his damp hair lying in dark waves over my legs. “Ordinarily, yes,” he replies, and, then yawns, covering his mouth with his hand. “But I think I could withstand anything if you were there, love.”

Oh. It takes me a while to respond to that, the roof of my mouth seeming to stick thickly to my tongue. “Really?”

Felix doesn’t reply, and I can recognize by the sound of his soft exhales that he’s fallen asleep in my lap. I let my head fall back against the pillows with a fond sigh, resigning myself to my fate.

For once, it doesn’t sound so bad.

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