#dorolix

“!! Who said anything about falling for anyone? Quit talking nonsense!”

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Dorothea and Felix are my two favorite characters in the game and are an underrated pairing imo

I paired them together a few times, and while their supports are just okay, I actually think they would have some good chemistry together.

I like the irony of Dorothea falling for someone who her charms are wasted on. And I think Felix could use someone who is sweet but also not afraid to challenge him when necessary.

*general reminder: I’m always taking trans head canons, and I’m not opposed to trans prompts like this from the lists I’ve been using!*

(Happy birthday, my trans friends. I have bumped this up in my queue just for Trans Day of Visibility! Which I always forget the date of lol Thanks for the prompt, and I hope y’all enjoy!)

“Ey, I got you. You know I do.”

“Dorian.”

Felix makes eye contact with him in the hand mirror. “Dorian?”

“Dorian.”

“Sounds good.” Felix cuts off more hair. “Shorter?”

“Yes. Please.”

Felix nods and keeps cutting. They had barely spoken since Felix had entered Dorian’s room. Just a request, a shrug, and now curls of earth brown hair litter the floor of the small dorm. 

“We leave tomorrow,” Felix says. It’s what he had been meaning to say when he came by. Usually Dorian is a endless flow of conversation, but Felix can pick up the torch for now. “I’m going to Fhirdiad with Dimitri and Dedue first, then heading up to Fraldarius.”

After Enbarr, the army had returned to Garreg Mach for a time. To regroup. To rest. To plan the rest of their lives. But that had been a week ago-- it ‘s time to restart the world.

Dorian’s lip quirks up in the mirror. “So you’re going to take over for your father after all?”

“I don’t know.” Felix cuts around Dorian’s ear slowly. “Probably. The Boar needs all the help he can get.”

“That’s true.” Dorian bites his lip. “It must be nice. Having a place in the world waiting for you.”

“You have a place.”

A humorless laugh. “You mean the opera house? That’s where I wanted to go for years-- back to that dream. But things are different now. I’m different.” He fiddles with his hands in his lap. “During the war, I tried not to think of myself. How I looked or felt wasn’t as important as fighting for peace. But these last few days, now that there’s time to think, I...” A gulp. 

“That’s not what I mean,” Felix interrupts. Why Dorian wants all this change doesn’t matter. All through this war, Felix had held Dorian as he wept after nightmares. Dorian had sung for Felix when he couldn’t calm down. And now Felix has another way to help Dorian. So he’ll do it.

Dorian meets his gaze in the mirror again. 

“You have a place, if you want it. Up north. With me.”

It’s probably only due to the presents of the scissors that Dorian doesn’t whip around to stare at Felix directly. Felix takes more off the back, eyes returning to his work. “Doesn’t have to be with me, either. I know Ingrid would love to have you. Sylvain too, if you can stand him. My point is you don’t have to throw yourself a pity party just yet.”

Felix runs a hand through the still-damp hair. It’s strange; he’s combed his fingers through this hair so many times and had always found a tangle somewhere. Now there’s only a few inches before his hand is free.

“I think that’s short enough.” Dorian looks into the mirror and turns this way and that. “Yes. That looks good.” He stands and looks at Felix head on. “What do you think?”

It’s very different. The waves that had seemed as quintessential to Dorian as his voice are gone. In its place is hair shorter than Ingrid’s. Not even long enough to tuck behind his ear. 

“It’s good.” Felix says.

Dorian nods. Brushes hair from his shoulders. “Do I still have a place in the Kingdom? After this?”

“Yes.” He answers without hesitation. “Anywhere you like.”

“Even with you?”

Felix scoffs. “I said so first, didn’t I?”

“Yes, and then you tacked on that Ingrid and Sylvain would take me if I wanted.” Dorian crosses his arms. “What do you want, Felix?”

“I want you.”

Dorian looks briefly startled by Felix’s immediate reply, then narrows his eyes with a snort. “You want me? Or Doro--”

“You. Dorian.” Felix closes the distance between then, threads his fingers back into that hair, holds Dorian steady so he has no choice but to keep his head up. “I want you with me.”

Dorian doesn’t try and move. Doesn’t do more than blink for a moment. Felix considers taking it back-- he feels ridiculous saying things like this. But Dorian is lost in his own head right now, and Felix figures stating things plainly is the only way to get to him.

Before Felix can lose his nerve, Dorian rests his hands on Felix’s wrists. “Even if I never wear this dress again?”

“Yes.”

“What if I never go back to the opera? You’ll be stuck with me. You know that, right?”

“I do.”

“What if--”

“Hey.” Felix tights his grip on Dorian’s hair ever so slightly. Not to be cruel. Just to get his attention. “I got you. You know I do.” He frowns. “Whatever you want to do, you have a place with me. Don’t make me say it again.”

Dorian smiles. It’s a small smile, watery and not framed by its usual curls. But it’s a smile nonetheless. “Can you promise me one thing?” Felix nods. “I’m going to get changed. And then, can you walk out with me? The first night on stage for a new role is always nerve-wracking. I’d like some company for once.” 

“Yeah. Sure.” Felix steps away, intend on turning around to give him privacy. But Dorian doesn’t let him go. In fact, he moves forward and brushes his lips against. Felix’s.

The smiles grows as Dorian pulls back. “Thank you, Felix.”

Felix opens his mouth. Closes it. Scowls because it’s more natural for him than gawking. “Get dressed, Dorian. Let me know when you’re ready.” This time he’s successful in stepping away. As he sits on the bed and faces the window, he listens to Dorian bustle around the room and hum to himself. Cheeks warm, boots covered in hair clippings, Felix finds himself smiling as well.        

Finally finished my summer dorolix artwork!