#felix millstone x the captain

[vanderlindeandco]

The Long Haul: Chapter 1 (Felix Millstone x The Captain)

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It was supposed to be a fairly simple job. The Unreliable needed a replacement part, and Nyoka had heard rumors that a ship had crashed in the wild on Monarch some years ago, a ship similar enough to the Unreliable that its parts should be compatible. We’d found it all right, Felix and Nyoka and I, and while she and I held off the mantisaurs, he had pulled the part that Parvati needed. Unfortunately, we’d managed to step on the toes of a large group of local marauders on our way back, which led to our hasty retreat to the Unreliable.

“Fixed it, Captain!” Parvati’s voice rang from deep in the ship and I keyed in our skip destination quickly, ignoring ADA’s warnings, as much as I knew we shouldn’t. The ship shook with the impact of a grenade launcher.

“All right, everyone hold on!” I clutched the arms of the captain’s seat in the Unreliable as the engines roared to life, wincing at the sound of bullets pattering against my ship’s sides. The ship rose, quivering at the beating it was taking, and then we were blasting towards the edge of Monarch’s atmosphere. I was about to skip the ship when Parvati’s voice rang through the halls.

“Captain, something’s wrong!” The smell of smoke reached my nostrils before I got to the engine room and found Parvati with Felix standing helplessly behind her, Parvati's gloved fingers moving a mile a minute over the recently-repaired engine. “I swear I put it in right, I-” she broke off, reaching a hand back. “Felix?”

He handed her the wrench he was holding and she went to work again. I knew there was nothing I could do to help and I’d only distract her by asking, so I waited, heart pounding, ready to grab the fire extinguisher hooked to the wall if need be. “Almost… got… it,” she muttered, switching the screwdriver with a wrench to crank something tighter. The smoke stopped suddenly, and she sat back on her heels, pushing her goggles back up to rest on her forehead. “I think that should do for now,” she said, her shoulders slumping with relief.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Law, I have no idea,” she said. “Everything was working just fine and then next thing I knew the engine was overheating. I-I’m sorry, boss. I must have done something wrong.”

“It’s all right, Parvati,” I said. “You got it taken care of. You had to install it fast, too, so I don’t blame you one bit.”

“Thank you, Captain,” she said. “I thought I knew how to do it but maybe I don’t know as much as I thought. If we could go to the Groundbreaker, well, I’m sure Junlei could help us.”

“You sure you only want to go there for her help with the ship?” I teased, and she blushed furiously.

“Captain!” she exclaimed, “We really could use her help!”

“I know,” I said, “I’m just teasing you. Think we can make it there?”

She looked back at the repair and nodded slowly. “I can’t promise it, but I’m pretty sure.”

“A 'pretty sure' from you is good enough for me,” I said. “Let’s go. Anything else you need to do before we skip?”

“No, ma’am,” she said.

“All right, then. Good work, Parvati.” I turned to return to the cockpit, Nyoka next to me. “Where’d Felix get off to?” I asked. I hadn’t noticed him leave the engine room, and didn’t see him on my way to the cockpit.

She shrugged. “Probably went to find some food. You know how he is.”

“Yeah,” I said. Still, I was a little surprised he hadn’t stuck around to see the problem through to its end. That wasn’t like him. True to Parvati’s word, we skipped successfully to the Groundbreaker, and I went upstairs to find Felix to ask if he wanted to come with us onto the ship. I knew Junlei and Parvati were likely to be working for some time, and Felix would be disappointed if Nyoka and I left without him. His bedroom door was closed and I knocked twice.

“Come in!”

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. He was sitting at his desk, cleaning the grenade launcher that he always used with such gusto. He looked up briefly, barely meeting my eyes with a smile that felt forced before his gaze returned to his task. “You disappeared earlier,” I said. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah of course,” he said. “It just didn’t seem like there was much for me to do there. You know how I can be when it comes to that kind of stuff. More harm than good, right?”

“Maybe,” I said. His demeanor was off. He seemed nervous, and Felix wasn’t supposed to be nervous around me. It didn’t feel right, and I didn’t like it. “So everything’s ok?”

“Yep,” he said.

There was no point pestering him; I had learned Felix’s MO - if something was wrong, he’d bring it to me eventually and nothing I could do would get it out of him before then. “All right, I trust you,” I said. “You’d tell me if it wasn’t. You trying to come onto the Groundbreaker while Junlei helps Parvati with the ship, or do you want to stay here?”

“I’ll come, if you don’t mind,” he said, reaching for a rag to wipe his dirtied fingers on.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I minded. C’mon, let’s go.”

“All right, Boss.” He seemed lost in thought as we descended the ramps to the base level of the ship. He was probably just tired from the mission, coming down from the stress of it all. That made sense.

Nyoka joined us as we left the ship, and we crossed the landing pad, moving into the heart of the Groundbreaker. “Anyone looking for anything in particular?” I asked.

“I was thinking of getting a drink,” Nyoka said. “Anyone care to join?”

“At 11 AM? I think I’m good,” I said, and Felix laughed. He seemed a little more himself now, and I liked that.

“Suit yourself,” Nyoka said. “I’ll see you back on the ship.”

“What about you, Felix?” I asked as we continued down the thoroughfare.

He shrugged. “Nothing in particular. Just thought I’d tag along.”

“All right then,” I said. “I’m trying to find some deals on ammo. Wanna scare Belle into cutting me a discount?”

He looked at me incredulously. “I don’t know about that, Boss.”

“Oh right, ‘cause she’d be the one doing the scaring, wouldn’t she?”

He frowned, his lower lip jutting out in a pout that somehow tightened my chest. “That’s not fair,” he whined. “She sells weapons for a reason.” Even though it was fake, I hated seeing him upset. Of course, I felt that way about the rest of the crew too, but lately, I’d felt a little extra protective over Felix and I hadn't had the time to put my finger on why.

“I’m just kidding,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “Cheer up.”

“Felix, is that you?” A female voice interrupted our conversation, and both Felix and I looked over to see a woman jogging toward us. She was tall, nearly as tall as Felix, dark red hair tucked into a loose braid that swung gracefully as she moved. A heavily modded revolver hung off her belt, and well-muscled arms emerged from her armor. Her face was pretty, dark gray eyes set under a strong brow, a dusting of freckles across her tan cheeks.

“Alaina?” Felix asked incredulously, opening his arms to embrace the woman as she reached him.

My stomach tightened slightly, a sour feeling in the back of my throat. Oh. That was why I had been paying a little extra attention to Felix lately.

Oh no.

I couldn’t let myself get distracted like this. Not when there was so much to get done. My romantic history was messy to say the least, and the last thing I wanted was to risk fouling up my friendship with Felix by letting my feelings get involved.

She had stepped back, and I realized she was holding out a hand for me to shake. “I’m Alaina,” she said.

I cleared my throat, shaking her hand firmly. “Rose Cornett. Pleasure to meet you.”

“I’ve heard of you,” she said. “Never thought I’d find Felix on your crew, though.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Oh, you know. He’s a troublemaker. Didn’t think he’d be much for a crew like yours.”

“Shut up, Alaina,” Felix protested. “I’m not like that anymore.”

She raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You don’t seem very different to me.��

"Well, I am," he said obstinately. "I've got plenty of stories."

“Well, tell me 'em over the lunch you're about to buy me,” Alaina said. 

“Yeah, sure,” Felix said. “Wanna come, Captain?”

“Already ate.” The lie slipped off my tongue automatically. “Be back at the Unreliable in an hour. We’re out of here as soon as Parvati’s done.”

“Oh. Okay.” His face had grown more serious and I knew he had noticed the tone change I had failed to disguise. “See you then.”

“Yup.” I walked on towards Belle’s, silently cursing myself. Of course I had feelings for Felix. The stupidest thing about it was that I hadn’t realized it earlier. I was close with everyone on my crew, but now that I thought about it, I didn’t find myself admiring Nyoka’s smiles. I didn’t laugh as much with Parvati. I didn’t feel as much myself with ADA. Of course I liked him. He was kind, and brave, and loyal, and smart? Well, maybe not so much that. But Law, he was easy on the eyes. The thoughts crashed over me like a tsunami and again I cursed my own ignorance. Had it been so long since I’d had feelings for someone? Well, not counting the decades I spent on ice. How stupid could I be? I did my business with Belle quickly and then returned to the ship, holing up in my room and trying not to think of Felix’s date, or whatever it was, and how tightly he had embraced Alaina. I sat back, resting my feet on my desk and willing Parvati and Junlei to hurry up. The sooner we were out of here, the better.

[mediocre-life-span]

Warmb

Oc kiss week but make it hugs instead lol

[vicarfelix]

At the End of the Day

Felix Millstone x Fem! Reader 

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 2.3k

“I’ll always do everything I can to make it back to you guys...to make it back to you.”

“Come on, ADA. Tell me a joke!” Felix persuaded the automated computer inside the navigation room. 

“I am only authorized to take orders from the captain.” She repeated for the third time in her usual monotone robot voice. 

Nyoka, Parvati, Ellie, and Felix had been left on the ship while the captain was out with Vicar Max and SAM. Felix hated being left behind on the ship. There never seemed to be enough to do. Sometimes he’d “redecorate” the kitchen upstairs to occupy his time or maybe even attempt to get Parvati to let him explain the complicated rules of tossball. Unfortunately, everyone left on The Unreliable were busy doing their own activities and chores. This left Felix to his own devices in terms of entertainment. 

The captain had been gone for a couple of days, which wasn’t all that unusual, but the crew tended to worry the longer she was gone. There was no guarantee that she and whoever she took with her would make it back to The Unreliable. He was more than a little concerned now, but he was doing everything he could to not panic. He tried not to be so protective over her. She was a tough woman and independent as hell. But he couldn’t help it. He cared about her too much not to be worried.

So this is how he ended up trying to convince ADA to speak to him for the last ten minutes. He had overheard the captain ask ADA to play music or tell her something funny, so he decided to give it a whirl. He had to hand it to the late Alex Hawthorne...he programmed one stubborn assistant.

“I don’t think she’d mind if you told me just one joke. Please?” He begged. 

After bantering back and forth for a few more beats, ADA responded;

“Okay, Felix. Transmitting a joke,” Felix tensed up with excitement, eager to hear what she’d say; “I used to hate math but then I realized decimals have a point.”

Felix’s brows furrowed. What kind of joke was that? Truth be told, Felix wasn’t always the brightest bulb in the box, but even Max (who tended to be the smartest) would have to think on her punchline for a moment or two. ADA needed some serious work on her stand-up comedy. Not wanting to hurt ADA’s feelings, Felix replied quickly;

“Oh...good one, ADA!” He complimented with a fake cheeriness to his voice.

Before she could detect his lie, the door to the ship opened and closed again, signaling the captain’s return. 

“Welcome back, Captain.” ADA greeted.

A giddy feeling rushed through his body at the sound of three pairs of shuffling feet by the entrance. Felix rushed to the doorway of the navigation room to welcome them back. She was just taking her helmet off of her head, her hair shifting from being tucked inside. Her skin was glistening with the tiniest bit of sweat, giving her whole appearance a certain glow. Felix felt his heart skip a beat upon seeing her so stunning. 

“Beautiful...” He said in a whisper under his breath. 

She could really have him at her mercy. He was crazy about her. He almost felt like crying upon seeing her returned with perfectly good health.

“Good work, SAM and Max. You guys are good for the night.” She praised, dismissing them of any more duty. 

“Thank you, customer!” SAM recited as he walked away behind Max to go clean whatever he felt like cleaning.

She finally looked in Felix’s direction, flashing him an award winning smile. He felt his body get warm as she approached him. 

“Felix,” She began with a warning but amused tone; “Were you harassing ADA again?”

She stood in front of the navigation terminal, ready to get the hell off of Scylla. She hated Scylla. Between the primals, the raptidons, and mauraders, it was not an enjoyable place. She decided to have the ship be en route to Stellar Bay’s landing pad so that she’d be there by morning. 

“I’m a comedy fan! I just wanted her to say something funny...which she sort of did.” He explained. 

She laughed at his antics. For the longest time, Felix was a little spooked by ADA. He didn’t like the idea of the entire ship being controlled by a computer that could do whatever it wanted. Now he never seemed to want to leave ADA alone. The captain exited the room to the lockers just outside, putting away her gear. Felix followed suit and he leaned one arm on the lockers. His dark eyes refused to look away from her, fearing that she’d disappear if he did.

“How were things here? We ended up being gone for longer than I had originally planned.” She spoke.

He was really relieved she was back. He wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and hold her until he was fully sure she wasn’t going anywhere. She had yet to sense his worry melting off with each passing second. She was still winding down from a busy last couple of days herself. 

“Ah, you know. It was the usual. A little boring, but productive.” He claimed. 

She nodded with understanding. She knew how monotonous and bland the ship could get. Cabin fever was ten times worse on a spaceship if they didn’t get out enough. This is why she tried to let everyone tag along with her an even amount, much to Felix’s disappointment. He wanted to go every time she stepped foot off the ship. He believed that he should get extra outside time since he was her boyfriend. As a captain, however, she had to be fair to her crew. So Felix had his days of staying on the ship like everybody else. No matter how much he protested it.

“Good,” She said closing the locker in front of her; “You weren’t too worried that your favorite captain was gone for so long, were you?” 

While she was purely joking, not really thinking he was concerned, he took her question will full seriousness. Honestly, he was about to have a breakdown if she hadn’t returned when she did. 

“Let’s just say I’m glad you’re back, boss.” He said leaning to kiss her. 

She ducked his lips and laughed sheepishly;

“I wouldn’t do that. I’m sweaty and...kind of gross.” She admitted.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He had seen and touched way worse. He persisted and kissed her deeply. This was odd. She could feel how desperate he felt. She was beginning to notice something was up.

She went about her nightly routine. She checked the engine room, made sure the rest of the crew was squared away, and tended to any housekeeping things. The entire time she was doing these things, Felix followed like a lost puppy. If she took two steps, he took two steps. If she turned to the left, he turned to the left. He didn’t dare be away from her for longer than a few minutes. If he kept his sights on her, then he was assured that she was safe. 

It had been a long day and the days before it were even longer. She needed a decent night of sleep and just maybe a day off. She had never desired her bunk and a few moments of peace more in her life. By the looks of it, she’d be having an overnight guest. Not that she minded. It was a win-win to snuggle up with her favorite guy and perhaps get caught up on the latest tossball scores. However, based on the way Felix was acting, she was sure he had something else on his mind. 

He was just a step behind her as they trudged up the stairs to the captain’s quarters. His hand was interlaced with hers, something that he didn’t do very often. 

“The bed is going to feel so good,” She stated as the door to her room hissed open; “I’ve never been so happy to see it.”

Felix laughed genuinely;

“I know what you mean. You’ve gotta be exhausted.” 

She let go of his hand to sit on the mattress to unlace her boots and toss them aside. Oh. That simply wouldn’t do. Felix practically ran to the bed himself and sat next to her, the sides of their legs touching. She paused, looking at his nonchalant expression. She raised a brow, because something was seriously up.

“What?” He asked as if he hadn’t been on her tail for the last hour.

“You care to tell me what’s going on?” She asked, leaning forward to rest her forearms on her knees.

Felix thought of denying anything. He didn’t want to admit he had been afraid. But he also didn’t want to lie to her. That wasn’t fair. 

“Boss, I’m gonna be honest. I was real scared while you were gone,” He confessed; “I know sometimes things don’t go as planned, but the longer you were away the more freaked out I got.”

She was a little stunned at this revelation. She didn’t realize how much Felix dreaded her being away and him not being there too. She stayed quiet and listened as he went on;

“A million things were running through my head. What if primals took the three of you down or what if a group of mauraders snuck up on you?” He asked with a shaky voice; “If something happened to you out there and no one was left to come back...I’d never know what happened.” 

Her heart ached at his words. She didn’t want him to concern himself with this. She took this job...or at least she was given this job because she was more than capable. She could handle yourself. Felix did have one valid point. Anything could happen at anytime. 

“Felix, I had no idea you felt that way. If something were to happen, you would know. You don’t have to worry about me.” She said carefully taking his hand into hers.

His calloused fingers stroked her hand, he shook his head;

“Can’t help it. You mean so much to me. I have to worry.” 

He could feel the growing pressure in his throat as he felt tears beginning to make their way to his eyes. He didn’t want to cry and make her feel guilty that he felt this way. It wasn’t her fault. He blinked his eyes rapidly to force the hot tears from spilling down his cheeks.

“Listen to me. Don’t think for a second that I don’t do everything in my power to make it back safely when things get dangerous,” She encouraged sweetly; “I’ll always do everything I can to make it back to you guys...to make it back to you.”

While Felix was beginning to feel comforted by what she was saying, there was still that tug in his chest that kept him feeling worrisome. He couldn’t wait any longer. He kissed her abruptly, the quiver in his lips a testament to his desperation. His hands cupped the sides of her neck to keep her close to him, her lips soft on his. She fell into his frame, knowing how much he needed to feel her physical form.

It wasn’t long after that she was on her back, Felix’s lips were hot on her neck as he left the most tantalizing kisses. He was going much slower than usual. He wanted to take his time with her and really marvel over her. The pressuring ache between her legs was growing rapidly, but she didn’t say anything just yet. she knew he needed this glacier pace. 

She did, however, go ahead and unzip his pants to somewhat get things moving. He did the same, throwing her pants on the floor with her boots. His hand lingered around her heated sex, his finger wrapping around and pulling her underwear down. 

“Felix...” She breathed out, her patience running thin. 

She rested one hand on his right shoulder, her other hand being pinned above her head. His voice was like silk in her ear;

“I know,” He almost whispered; “I got you.”

He finally pushed into her entrance, the most satisfied moan drawing from her lips. She felt her walls take him in as he filled her in the most delicious way. He pulled himself out so sensually, just to push back in again. Every time he felt so good. It was hard not to scream for him to go faster. His head was in the crook of her neck, still leaving a trail of kisses.

“I’m right here,” She said in her most angelic voice; “I’m not going anywhere.” 

His thrusts sped up at her words, a whimper escaping from his chest. He adjusted himself so he’d hit her sensitive spot each time he went back in. He was so grateful that she was here. Safe with him. He returned to a more normal pace, her end approaching quickly as he continued to slam into her.

“Oh Law,” She moaned out, hr legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. 

He knew that was a signal for her high coming up, he thrusted even harder, his own self twitching. Her vision went white for a second as she rode out her climax, Felix’s own finish coming as well. His movements slowed and he collapsed on top of her half naked body. Their breathings were fast and deep as they recovered. She let a hand drag through his hair, stoking his soft tufts of darkness. His head rested on her chest as he listened to her heartbeat, another confirmation that she as fine.

“Felix,” She said after a few moments; “You’re okay. I’m okay.” 

He nodded, kissing her once again.

“Yeah,” He said finally feeling the first sense of real relief; “I know.”

That’s when he knew that things were okay now. She as there in the flesh, alive and well.

That’s all he could ever want.

[captastra]

Huzzah! Chapter 7 is up and ready to go! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30449532/chapters/853265024

Summary: Rhea and Felix are off to the gala! A little planning is needed to prepare for any last minute hiccups if only Felix would care, but sparks start to fly for the two friends, who start to wonder….could there be more?

amazing art by @quasarden

Tagging: @ghosttownwhispers

[noeditspace]

For the 3-sentence challenge: Rhea/Felix, yawn

Rhea couldn’t stop the huge yawn that came out of her. 

“You gotta sleep boss,” Felix tried to sound serious but he couldn’t help but smile as he watched her fight to keep her eyes open.

“One more episode,” she smiled sleepily as she cuddled deeper into his arms.

[mola-fish]

i love 1 (one) himbo

[magickastiel]

Accidentally wrote a 5k Felix/Captain fic. This is why I can’t have nice things. Have a lil excerpt because who knows if I’ll ever be finished

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Zara wandered over to him, taking in his messy dark hair and creased t-shirt. “Did you sleep OK?”

“Hmm? Oh!” Felix straightened up suddenly, almost catching his head on the open fridge door. Helpfully, his near miss made him spot a fresh bottle of Mock-Apple Juice. “Slept like a dream, boss. Can’t believe I got my own cabin!” He started glugging the juice straight from the bottle and Zara did everything she could not to pull a face.

“There are cups over there.” She said, pointing past him to the shelf.

He stopped drinking to breathe. “What did you say? And can I have this? Sorry, shoulda asked.”

Maybe she should have chastised him, or at least frowned a little, but she found herself smiling again. There was something about him that was incredibly charming and he seemed totally oblivious to it. “It’s yours – but just this once.” She took a sip of her Trip-Teaz. “And you might want to use a cup next time. Just so we keep germ spreading to a minimum.”

“Oh, yeah. Course. No worries.”

She took another sip of tea, sneakily studying him as he belatedly poured the juice into a chipped mug. Out of everyone so far, he fascinated her the most. Not because he had a mysterious secret past (Max had that dubious honour) but because of his attitude. She had never met someone who hated so much while being so optimistic and enthusiastic. Zara couldn’t imagine how hard his life had been on the Groundbreaker, scraping by on whatever he could find.

Her life couldn’t have been more different – she had lived in the lap of luxury on Earth, studying law and working a high-flying corporate job alongside her wealthy family. But Felix had no one to look out for him, no one to check in on him, no one to fall back on.

As if he was reading her mind, he said, “We didn’t much care for cups and stuff on the Groundbreaker. Not in the Back Bays, at least. Whatever you found, it was yours, and you drank it as quick as you could.”

She smiled. “Well, you found the juice. So I guess it’s yours.”

He glugged from the cup, draining it in two swallows. He filled it back up to the brim immediately. “Thanks, boss.”

“No problem. Tomorrow, we can work on portion control.” She tapped him gently on the back and was surprised at how warm he was through his t-shirt. She took her hand away quickly and clutched her cup tighter. “Anyway, you’d better get ready. I want you and Ellie to come to Roseway with me today.”

[dalishkadan]

yesss, second fic for the outer worlds!

[enigmatist17]

Recovery (Phineas Welles/Captain) (1)

MAJOR BYZANTIUM SPOILERS

I really think the Captain would have a really hard time coming to terms with the discovery of the ERP. Also, the name for my character is Captain Data Yar. I am no longer embarrassed by it *jazz hands*

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“ADA, have you heard from the Captain?”

“No, I have not Felix.” The soft voice of the ship’s computer responded.

“Still? It’s not like her to be out this long without contact.” Vicar Max responded with a concerned hum, glancing up from his book. It was no secret their captain had been going out as of late, troubled by a horrific secret they had learned. Captain Yar had been quiet, as usual, but since that night she had been going out to drink heavily in Stellar Bay. Even Nyota was concerned, which was telling for the resident alcoholic. 

“Surely we outta go check on her?” Parvati spoke up, wringing her hands a bit. The small ragtag crew had just finished up dinner, the turn in the conversation stopping everyone from dispersing.

“That’s not a half-bad idea.” Ellie nodded, Nyoka draining her bottle.

“I think she should talk to someone who understands.” Four heads turned to look at the hunter, surprised by the advice.

“What, no telling her to drink more?” Felix asked, sounding more relieved than teasing. Max reached over and slapped Felix upside the head, earning some faint chuckles.

“You mean that Doctor Welles fella?” Parvati asked, giving the hunter a strange look. “I don’t rightly know if he would be the right fella to ask, such with all this runnin’ around we’ve still got to do.”

“Why not? They talk whenever we aren’t running around, he probably knows more about her than we do.”

“Hey, Captain Yar has told us plenty,” Felix crossed his arms, his expression firm before softening. “Then again…”

“It can’t hurt to at least ask.” Max set his book down, glancing up. “ADA, would you send Phineas Welles a message?”

“I have already done so.” ADA’s almost smug tone made everyone roll their eyes. “Oh, it seems there is a reply.”

“Well, don’t done keep us in suspense.” Parvati frowned.

“He is asking why you worry about the Captain, and if you can visit his lab.” ADA replied after a moment. “Shall I tell him the Captain may not be exactly sober?”

“Yes, tell him everything.” Max nodded, getting to his feet. “Come on, let’s go bring the Captain home.” Felix jumped up to his feet, Parvati quick to follow as Ellie sauntered behind with Nyoka. The trip to the Yacht Club was a short one from the landing pad, the group quickly spotting their Captain. Captain Yar was holed up in a far corner, purple hair frazzled and hanging over her eyes. Her ponytail had come undone, gloved hands constantly running over a pale face. Violet eyes, hazy from copious amounts of alcohol, kept staring up at the ceiling as if searching for something.

“Hey there Cap’n.” Nyoka greeted, taking a seat across from the other. It took the other a second to register the hunter, a frown crossing her face. “There ya go, still sober enough to recognize me.”

“Go a-away.” The Captain sounded tired, hands trembling on the bottle of Spectrum Red in their grasp.

“I’m afraid we can’t.” Felix sat beside his captain, placing a gentle hand on the bottle. “Come on, you need to come back to the Unreliable.”

“Why?” The question came out like acid.

“Someone wants to see you.” Vicar Max knelt down on the captain’s other side, gaining her full attention. Felix was able to slowly pull the bottle free, Yar glancing down with a slight shake of her head. Max had become a quick confidant of their captain, taking her lax hand into his. 

“We’ll get you all settled back at the ship, we promise.” Parvati smiled nervously, having gone to get some water. “We want to help you.”

“What’s the point?” The captain sighed angrily, wobbling a little as Ellie and Max got her standing. “Those people..”

“We know.” The Captain sagged against Max and Felix on the walk out of the bar, stomach churning from all the alcohol. Maybe that last Spectrum Red hadn’t been such a good idea…

ADA said nothing when Yar entered the ship, only to vomit heavily in the entrance before blacking out. Luckily Felix stopped her from falling face-first into her mess, Ellie wincing as she helped drag their leader out and to her quarters. 

“I hope Phineas has plenty of Caffenoid.” Ellie frowned, wincing when the Captain’s head smacked against her pillow.

“Sorry!” Felix bit his lip, having not meant to deposit his captain so hard onto the bed.

“Just help me get her on her side, we wouldn’t want Cap drowning in her vomit.” Ellie rolled her eyes, the two getting Yar settled up sideways. There was a faint lurch as the Unreliable took flight, undoubtedly making its way towards Phineas’ secret lab. It was a bit of a journey, having to make sure not to be tailed. The Board was getting desperate, Captain Yar getting closer and closer to cracking their plan and stopping the collapse of this colony. It was strange really, how this stranger was standing up and taking charge. No one had gone against the Board before, and despite that, she forged ahead. The crew all followed in hopes to help save their home, knowing Yar was going to be the one to save them all.

“Now arriving at Phineas’ top secret...oh! Vicar Max, it seems we have a guest waiting.” 

“Pardon?” The vicar moved to the cockpit, glancing at the available security footage. Phineas Welles, usually only behind his thick glass sanctum, was waiting for them. He appeared to be holding a tray piled high with various bottles and treats, looking skittish as he waited at the door.

“Shall I admit Phineas inside?” ADA asked, sounding curious.

“Yes, of course.” The vicar nodded, moving to greet the scientist. Phineas slowly entered the ship, rightly cautious as he took in the clergyman. “Greetings Doctor Welles.”

“You must be the vicar I’ve heard about,” Phineas replied bluntly, closing the door behind him. “I have a feeling we have much to discuss.”

“Indeed we do.” The other frowned, wordlessly leading Phineas to the captain’s quarters. “She has been resting, so I’m not sure if you’ll get much.”

“I am not surprised I...read the report.” The tray Phineas held creaked slightly as he tightened his grip. “Believe me when I say the Board will pay, the fucking swine.” Max nodded, still working through his own anger. He and Felix had accompanied the Captain in Byzantium, both horrified at what the ELR plan had truly been. Felix had refused to talk about it, and Max had buried himself in his books to try and cope.

“She could use a friend.” Phineas stopped short, setting his tray down on the massive desk in the room.

“What did you say?”

“Don’t play the fool Welles.” Max frowned. “You are most likely her friend, and she needs you right now. If you need anything, ADA will help you.” Phineas didn’t have time to say anything before the other man left, the doors closing with a clack. The sleeping captain shifted in her sleep, Phineas sighing as he gave her a look.

His friend needed help, and he was going to be sure to give it.

[noeditspace]

Rhea with Felix. All I want is for them to be happy!

all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios

[clonesupport]

The Vicar's Tiny Dancer

vicar max x f!reader

word count: +3k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie, exhibitionism, biting, slightest blood mention, a vicar doing very un-vicarly things😌, porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: it's here y'all. going undercover as a bijous performer? wearing skimpy clothing and provoking a certain vicar? that mans fucking you behind the curtains? i think so😌 he's hot in this gif, not me listening to my burlesque playlist while writing this, i knew there was a good reason to make it✨

You were in your captains quarters, door close behind you as you stood before your desk holding the article of clothing that consisted of straps of fabric. It was shiny and bold, the costume intimidating you yet at the same time excited you. Your next job needed you to do undercover at Bijous and to say you were nervous was an understatement. Though you were doing your best to keep it at bay, you were still the "stoic captain" of the Unreliable, but you digress. Tonight was the night of the job, and you were excited though also terrified.

Putting on the rather confusing outfit, you eventually manage to get it on. You look yourself over the best you could without a mirror, from what you could see the straps really accentuated your features, your nerves jolt at the thought of really wearing this in public. 'At least I'll be paid..' You put on a long coat, there was no way you were walking around the ship let alone Byzantium in just this ridiculous custume, besides you were starting to get a bit chilly. You left your quarters, gathering Felix and Max, who are to be your makeshift bodyguards, and headed out into the bustling city.

You felt like you had some dirty secret under your coat as you walked through Byzantium, and in a way you really did. You shivered as a breeze blew through your coat, "Who the hell designed these outfits. I can't even consider them clothes, they aren't even covering anything." You grumbled in annoyance, pulling your coat tighter around you as you spoke. Felix laughs at your visible discomfort.

"Oh come on boss, I'm sure you look great. You should get over your fears and walk around the city without the coat, you know, to get the confidence flowing." He teases you, you throw him a halfhearted irritated glance though an amused smirk grows on your face.

"You wish." You retort, turning back ahead of you, keeping your arms crossed tightly around your midsection.

"What do you think Max? Or would that be too 'un-vicarly' of you to watch." Felix pokes at Max who stayed quiet on your other side as the three of you kept walking.

"Very funny Mr. Millstone." Max spoke quietly, voice strained as his eyes stayed glued ahead of him, you notice his somewhat uncomfortable states.

"Lay off him Felix. I brought you along to play a bodyguard so you're going to have to be able to act like one, which means staying quiet." You smile smugly back to Felix next to you who gives you a defeated look but says nothing, pursing his lips in response.

You arrive at the club, entering the grand establishment filled with lights, people, and music. Dancers were up on the stage, patrons mingling and drinking, bartenders keeping busy. This place would be a nice place to visit if you weren't trying to con your way through the establishment to get backstage. "Alright boys, it's showtime." You mumble to Max and Felix on either side of you as you made your way to the guarded doors leading to the backstage halls. You approach the men standing guard next to the backstage access, grabbing their attention as you stepped closer.

You watch the men turn to the three of you, they eye you expectantly, "I need to get back there, my show starts in ten minutes and I still haven't done my hair." You say, motioning to the stage and yourself as you spoke. They followed your motions then looked at each other as if to decide whether to let you in or not.

"Alright, but just you, your men stay out here." One of them say sternly, standing his ground as he spoke. You let out a sigh before continuing.

"Actually I'm gonna need them to come with me, I can't trust the people around here, you know that." You lean in for the last bit, looking around you as if hoping to not let anyone passing by hear. The men look to each other once more, one nodding before the other who had spoken turns back to you.

"Only one." He says in simple words, a clear statement that he would not be changing his mind. 'Well one if better than none.' You thought to yourself. You turn to Max nodding before looking to Felix.

"Stay out here." You tell him, motioning to Max to go in first, "Keep an eye out." You murmur to Felix who gave you a subtle nod before you left, following Max past the doors.

The halls leading to the back were surprisingly empty as the two of you walked through them. You were glad you were able to convince those guards from earlier, you didn't want to have to fight through anyone in the ridiculous outfit you were hiding under your coat. You find the main stage entrance easily, you lead the way, sneaking behind the curtains to the dressing rooms in the back. As the more people you passed, the more evident it became that they found you out of place. You noticed their stares and so did Max, you almost cursed yourself, you knew it was how you looked and you knew the only way to blend in was to reveal your dreaded costume.

You head towards another set of curtains near the end of the stage around the corner, out of view from anyone working back stage and on stage. You sigh before turning back to Max, "Sorry." You apologize meekly in advance before you begin to undo your coat.

You see Max tense slightly, "Of course- I uh, no worries." He stumbles on his words as he watches your movements intently. He watches your hands slowly work to unravel your coat, more and more of your body exposed with every second. Your coat falls from your shoulders, revealing every strap along with every ounce of skin that had been left unclothed by your costume. Max couldn't help but trail his eyes down your figure, every inch of you was exposed, the fabric truly leaving nothing to the imagination. He swallows hard, his eyes glossing over every dip and curve of your body before he snaps them back up to your face.

You noticed him stare and you couldn't really blame him. The costume really showed too much, it was impossible to not look though that didn't stop your cheeks from flushing faintly. His eyes lift back to your eyes in an instant as if he'd caught himself, realizing he was ogling for longer than he should of or if he should at all. You see him open his mouth in an attempt to apologize, though he stammers on his words, his own cheeks tinging pink. "It's fine," you begin, tucking the coat aside on the floor next to the curtain, "I mean you can't really avoid it can you?" You chuckle softly, shifting your eyes away from his as you begin to feel intimidated by his gaze.

"You look good." You hear him speak quietly, almost like he wasn't meant to say it aloud. You look back at him, you notice how his eyes have glazed over as they now travel across your body shamelessly. You could see the way his resolve to stay mostly respectful had began to falter in the way his body relaxed as if lost in a dream. Your blush crept up your neck, drowning in his gaze as you stood practically bare for only his eyes to see. His words of admiration had left your stomach flipping, the way he watched you even more so.

Max took a few steps towards you before he caught himself, stopping in his tracks before snapping his eyes back to yours. "I- My apologies. I don't-.." He fumbled on his words, his own mind conflicting with itself as if trying to decide whether to look away to give you privacy or to keep eye contact to be polite. You found his stammering endearing though you knew the thoughts running through his head, he wasn't too good at hiding them. You couldn't blame him, in his defence you were nearly nude before him.

Slowly growing more comfortable with your situation, you step forward, your own self confidence growing too bold for your own good. "Like I said," you begin, trailing your hand delicately down his chest, "it's alright." You purr lowly, peering up at him through your lashes. He lets out a strangled whine, the last bit of his self control crumbling within your touch.

As if on command of your assurance, Max's hands fly to your waist, grabbing your bare skin before his lips are on yours. His lips move against yours hastily, stepping you back against the curtains as he kissed you roughly. Your back hit the wall that stood behind the curtain, the fabric of the curtain enveloping the two of you as your hands roamed each others bodies. Your shared kiss a mess of lips and tongue, teeth biting flesh, moans and groan swallowed by one another.

Your hands come to cup his face, pulling him impossibly closer as Max pulls your hips to his. He stands between your legs, nudging your centre with his knee eliciting a whimper form your lungs. You grip the collar of his shirt pulling him down to your level as you grind your hips against his thigh. Max's hands are quick to work on his pants, undoing them just enough to free his hardening erection from its constriction. He holds his cock in his hand giving it a few pumps as the other fumbles with your costume, struggling to figure out how to disentangle you from it. "How the fuck does this thing work." His voice is gritted against your lips as he pulls away from your kiss, peering down at your garment.

With an irritated grumble, Max pushes the fabric aside, exposing your cunt to the cool air before he's aligning himself to your entrance. A groan escapes him as he pushes his tip past your folds, pressing his body against yours as his cock slides into your slick cunt. His hand pulls at your neck, bringing your lips back to his as he begins to buck up into you. His grunts are muffled against your lips as he kisses you sloppily, melding his tongue against yours and shallow breaths escape your lungs against his mouth.

Your quiet whimpers are masked by the booming music of the club and the bustling noise of chatter. Moan after moan is pulled from your tongue as Max's drives his cock into your intoxicating pussy, his own pleasure causing him to quicken his pace desperately. You sling one leg around his, tugging him closer as he fucked you up against the curtain. His hand comes down to pull your thigh higher, stepping a leg forward into you with a harsh thrust of his hips causing a moan to rip from your throat. You'd hoped no one had heard but then again this was a burlesque establishment, perhaps this kind of thing happened more often than not.

You throw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him between your thighs. Max seems to catch on to your indication, his other hand reaching down to hook around the back of your thigh, kissing your deep before he scoops you off the ground. With a mewl you hook your legs properly around his waist, your weight pushing you down all the way down onto his cock, pushing him balls deep into your cunt. The two of you moan in unison, your hands gripping into his hair as Max readjusts himself, shoving you harder into the cushioned wall.

Max pulls his lips away from yours as he pounds his cock mercilessly into your cunt, a throaty groan vibrating in his chest as he works harder and faster. His hands are rough as they grip your thighs, another frustrated groan leaves him before he's stilling his thrusts just enough to move his arms. He makes quick moves to lift of your legs before his arms are hooking under your knees, pulling your legs up to rest at his elbows. Your feet dangle outwards, his hold on your spreading your legs wide as he resumes his quick, rough pace.

Your arms around his shoulders and neck tighten as he pounds into you, the new position allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper and harder. Your moans and mewls are incomprehensible, a mumbled mess of cries as his cock drives into your abused cunt senselessly. Your sounds are reaching louder and louder with every thrust, Max's mouth coming down to seal over yours as he swallows your moans. He attempts a kiss, "Shh.." He hushes against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch you attempt to stifle another moan, your eyes boring into his with furrowed brows as he continues his thrusts. "Fuck-" Max says breathily with a sharp snap of his hips.

The way you looked as he fucked you, the way you looked at him, the expression on your face, the feeling of you in his arms squeezing around his cock. It was almost all too much. Max bared his teeth, jaw clenched as the pleasure coursed through his body, his balls slapping against your ass and he bounced you on his cock. You felt so vulnerable in his hold, unable to move, unable to go anywhere besides further onto his cock. Max had full control of you in the way he carried you, in the way he fucked you. He had the power to pull you off his cock any moment, or perhaps keep you on forever.

Your grip on his neck tightens once more, clinging to him as he pumped himself fiercely into your numbing cunt. His rough thrusts surely bruising your cervix, who knew if you'd be able to walk once he was done with you but that was an issue for later. Your pussy clenched him with every hit of his tip breaching your womb, the angle of which he held you giving him too much of an advantage to ruin you. With every thrust Max's pubic bone hits your clit, the combination of pleasure from your bundle of nerves and your cunt almost bringing you to tears.

You throw your head back against the wall, your hair surely knotting into a mess against the curtain with every pushing thrust. You stifled your moans the best you could, throat tight, hurting as your mouth hung open from the pleasure. The pleasure builds in you core, every sensation sending you closer to your release. "Law! Fuck, Max!" Your poor excuse of a sentence fell from your lips, one word every thrust as you watched his face contort in bliss.

The sounds of cheer and laughter beyond the curtains filtering out of your senses as Max fucked you into the wall. His hips stutter, cock throbbing and prodding inside your sopping cunt as his glossy eyes rake over your poor state. He could see the way his cock was pumping into your cunt, see the way his cock filled your insides from the surface. A subtle bulge forming where his cock bottomed out inside you with every thrust, your little cunt completely stuffed full of him. The sight sending his mind reeling, he couldn't think straight, the sight and feeling of your too much to bare.

Max falls against you, mouth latches onto your neck as his sloppy thrusts buck into your ravished cunt. His teeth bite into your shoulder, you feel his quick hot breath fan across your skin as he clamps your delicate flesh between his teeth, hard enough to draw blood if he'd wished. Your fingers rake up his hair, gripping and pulling hard as his cock pummels your hole. Your pleasure engulfs you sooner than you expected. You catch yourself, doubling into Max as he fucked you through your orgasm, every thrust hitting your sweet spot, perfectly dragging in and out of your convulsing cunt.

Your clenching edges Max into his release, his choked cry muffled into your skin, his moan guttural and raw in his throat. His orgasm erupting from him in waves of white hot pleasure as he snaps hard shallow thrusts into your cunt with every pump of his cum. Max presses his chest against yours as he empties his balls within your worn pussy, shooting his load into your cunt like it was the last thing he'd do. You mind goes blank, eyes clenched shut as the final waves of your crushing orgasm washes over you. Your grip in his hair loosening as you come down from your high, feeling Max's cock throb within you as he regains control of his breath. Your heartbeats pounding against one another, quickened breaths echoing in each other’s ears.

Max slowly pulls out of you stringing a squeal from your lips as his head pops out of your oversensitive cunt. The pop is wet, a mix of your slick and his cum squelch with the movement making you whimper. He gently slides your garment back over your pussy, placing your legs back down next. As your feet coming back in contact with the ground, his hands hold your waist in caution while you stabilize your wobbling legs. Tucking himself back in his pants, his hands eagerly come back to your sides, brushing your skin gingerly. His lips come to your cheek as your hands fall to his arms holding you, he places a soft peck on your warm skin as he slides your hand into his grasp. He holds your hand delicately, "As we were?" A soft smile creeps to his lips as he steps away from you, hand still holding yours.

You attempt a step forward but your knee buckles, your grip on him tightens. "I might need a minute." Your cheeks flush as you smile sheepishly. Max chuckles, carefully beginning to guide you to an empty dressing room.

"As long as you need." He says, pressing a kiss to your temple.

[vanderlindeandco]

The Long Haul: Chapter 3 (Felix Millstone x The Captain)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

My vision faded back in, the colors around me nearly blinding me as I struggled to focus. “Captain!” Parvati’s voice sounded muffled, but her second cry of, “Captain, wake up!” was much sharper, and I shook my head a little, trying to rid myself of the haze that clouded my thoughts. My fingers brushed my gun, and as they clutched it, reality rushed into focus. Parvati was facing down three angry Primals, and Felix… he lay among the scattered corpses of the creatures and my heart clenched, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I stepped forward, planting my feet, and began to fire, barely feeling the kick of the shotgun in my hands. Between the two of us, we felled the remaining primals in just a minute, which felt like an eternity with the thought of Felix limp on the grass quickly overwhelming all the thoughts in my aching head. As soon as the last beast fell, I ran back to him, dropping to my knees in the grass.

He was breathing, thank God, but his breaths were slow and shallow, a long gash torn through his armor and into his side. The moment I peeled back the material, my fingers were covered in blood, and I could scarcely see the injury itself beneath the mess. “Fuck, this is bad,” I muttered. I was fighting the rising panic as hard as I could, but I felt so helpless, it was nearly impossible to rein it in. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down and form a plan. “Parvati, help me get him up. We need to get back to the ship as fast as we can.”

“Got it.” 

I slid an arm under Felix’s upper back, sitting him up part way, cringing at the rush of new blood flowing over his clothes, and Parvati grabbed him from the other side. Together we hauled him upright, and began to jog toward the road, his feet dragging and bouncing behind him. His dead weight was awkward and unwieldy, but I hardly noticed the burning in my muscles as we made for the ship as quickly as we could. I glanced at him, and he hadn’t seemed to have stirred at all. His face was deathly pale, his head lolling limply as we ran. 

We hadn’t been far from the ship when the attack happened, but it felt like an agonizingly long time to get back. As soon as the door opened, I was shouting for Nyoka, my voice coming out ragged and panicked. Nyoka had to know what to do. She had been a hunter long enough to know how to deal with a goring. 

Her feet pounded down the steps as we set Felix down inside the door. She dropped next to him, already reaching for her knife to cut away the cloth around the wound. “What happened?” she asked tersely, fingers moving adeptly around the gash.

“Primal,” I said.

“Get us to town,” she said. “We need a doctor.”

I nodded, grateful for his welfare to be taken out of my hands for just a moment. It was too precious for me to protect, too big a responsibility.

I ran to the cockpit, pressing buttons with still-bloodied fingers. The ship rose, and I closed my eyes for a moment, the headache I had been ignoring forcing itself to my attention with its throbbing intensity, so strong it made stars pop behind my closed eyelids. Then I had to take over for the automatic takeoff, and I was piloting us toward Edgewater. My landing was rough in its speed, but I got us there. “How’s he doing?” I asked Nyoka as I helped her lift him to get him out of the ship.

“Hanging in,” she said. “He lost a lot of blood. It’s not looking too good.”

I didn’t have an answer for her words, still trying to force my calmness as Parvati flitted ahead of us to open the door.

When we reached the small doctor’s office and Felix was literally and figuratively out of my hands, I finally felt tears begin to prickle at the backs of my eyes, and I looked away from what was left of my crew, blinking rapidly until I could control myself again. I felt Nyoka’s arm wrap around my shoulders, and she gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. “He’s tough, Rose. If anyone can make it through this, he can.”

I nodded, and straightened my shoulders a little, trying to pull myself together. I was supposed to be the captain and I had damn well better start acting like it. “Parvati, what happened exactly?”

“Well, after you cracked your head, the Primals attacked. We were doing all right at first, and Felix especially was protecting you real well. But there were a lot of them, and I lost a little ground, but Felix just stood right over you and kept fighting them, well, until one got past him, and it slashed him real bad. He kept shooting, but then he went down. He passed out right before you started waking up.”

I nodded slowly. My stress and concern for Felix were overwhelming, but the idea of Felix protecting me like that made me feel warm inside. He had protected me before all else, putting my life before his. Without a question, I’d rather I die than him, but his sacrifice for me meant more than I could ever hope to express. We’d all risked our lives for each other before, but this was different - he had let himself go down before he let me go. The thought made my chest tighten and my eyes grow wet again. “Thank you for holding them off, Parvati,” I said, and my voice wavered a little, but she didn’t show any reaction to it, just giving me a small, encouraging smile. She knew me well enough to know when I didn’t want my emotions acknowledged. “If it weren’t for you, we’d all be dead.”

“It’s just the same as you would do for us,” she said. “Now, why don’t we get something for your head? It must be hurting something fierce.”

***** The medication the doctor’s assistant procured for me made my thoughts a little fuzzy and my mind a tad drowsy, but those side effects helped keep me calmer as we waited for the doctor to finish with Felix. I leaned my head back against the wall in the waiting room, letting the coolness from the stone sink into my skin. It had been over an hour now. My fingers picked idly at a loose thread on my pants.

At the sound of footsteps, I sat up straighter, and the doctor emerged from the room he had taken Felix into, a bloodied apron over his lab coat. I stood, hands clenching automatically at my sides. “Well?” I asked.

“He’s in rough shape,” the doctor said. “We almost lost him several times. But I expect him to make it through.”

The tension I hadn’t fully realized I was holding released suddenly, my shoulders slumping and my jaw loosening. 

“So what happens now?” Nyoka asked.

“Now, he rests. Here, if you can afford it,” the doctor said.

“Staying here is what’s best for him?” I asked.

“Yes; it’s better not to move him.”

“Whatever it costs, I’ll pay you,” I said. “Can I see him?”

“He won’t be much company; he’s anesthetized on top of being knocked out. But feel free,” the doctor said.

“Thank you.” I passed him, entering the short hall and opening the door to Felix’s room.

He was on the bed, tucked beneath covers, his face under the oxygen mask nearly as pale as the white blanket. He looked nearly dead, but as I watched, I could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. I grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and pulled it closer to the bed as Nyoka and Parvati entered the room behind me. 

“He’s a lucky bastard,” Nyoka said. She stood over the bed for a moment, looking down at his peacefully sleeping face. “Knowing him, he’ll be back on his feet in no time.”

I chuckled. “The hardest part will be keeping him in bed long enough to get better.”

“He’s not out of the woods yet.” The doctor’s voice joined our conversation as he stepped into the room. “There are still things that could go wrong - infection, for one. We’ll keep a close eye on him and hope for the best.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Outside, the sun was beginning to set, the warm orange light casting a more lively glow across Felix’s face. I sat down in the chair I had pulled up and looked up at Nyoka and Parvati. “You two should get some dinner. I’m going to stay here tonight, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t sleep in your own beds.”

“We’ll bring you food!” Parvati offered, but I shook my head.

“I don’t have any appetite. But that’s sweet of you.”

“All right, Captain,” Nyoka said. “Let us know if anything happens.” “Will do.”

Soon after they left, the rays of the evening sun grew near-blinding, and I crossed the room to close the shutters. Then I sat on the edge of Felix’s bed, gazing at his calm face. I reached up, cupping his cheek in my hand, my thumb stroking the soft skin next to his nose. In his sleep, his head turned just slightly into my touch, and I sat there, not wanting to move, for several long minutes. 

The anxiety in the pit of my stomach had settled a bit. I wouldn’t be able to fully relax until Felix had recovered. But at least I knew I wouldn’t lose him yet.

[mediocre-life-span]

I see that you're doing oc perspective asks, so here's a ⭐️ for your captain(s?) have a nice day!

I swear I didn't mean to make it cute...

Idk I love those two

[vicarfelix]

Felix Millstone

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

My main blog: @allixiler​

My other side blogs: @detectivehannibal , @detectivesvu​ , and @cowboymorgan​

☆ means smut

✶  means my personal favorites

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

One-Shots

Incompetence - He may not know what the word means, but he knows he loves his Captain.

A Team Matter - The Captain has a lot of stress on her shoulders, but Felix never lets her take all the hits.

At the End of the Day ☆  - Felix can’t help but worry about the Captain when she’s gone....

[noeditspace]

Thank you so much!

Another commission! This times it’s for @captastra and stars Rhea and Felix!

I really adored drawing both expressions for this one, thanks again for commissioning me!!

Right now, I am doing 10$ sketch commissions to pay some emergency vet bills. If you’d like to commission me, or just want to help me out with a signal boost, please consider reblogging this post!

[noeditspace]

10 for the OTP questions please

10. What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?

Rhea always listens when Felix has something to say when she’s able to. So if they are relaxing and he’s telling some story or talking about tossball/a serial, she will listen and ask questions. Felix knows people tend to dismiss him, not that that stops him from talking, but to know that she will listen makes him happy.

Felix tends to catch on when Rhea pushes herself to far or gets uncomfortable around some people. If she’s tired he try to tell her in an indirect way to go to sleep. It’s pretty obvious what he’s doing but Rhea appreciates that he cares. And when she is around people and she starts to get uncomfortable, he will touch her hand, arm, or back in a soft way as a gentle reminder that she’s not alone and that he will always be there to support her.