Red vs Blue Oneshots

Locus x Felix

Yet another OTP. This is a sad oneshot. Trigger warning: Mentions of self harm. Do not read this if it will trigger you, I don't want anyone to be upset or hurt. There is, however a part with no more triggers if you want to read the end? I'm sorry. Although, credit to Kryzaereader for helping me and writing, like, the first half of this pretty much.

Felix had been dealing with things on his own, not telling anyone, not even Locus. He put on a mask and acted like everything was fine, when it really wasn't.

It wasn't until Locus found Felix sleeping, in just a tank top, and saw his arm. Scars littered almost all of the skin.

Locus was heartbroken. How could someone as happy and funny as Felix do this? Locus didn't know how, but he planned on helping Felix get through whatever he was dealing with.

Locus knew that Felix would eventually break down and come to him with what ever he was delaying with, but locus didn't want it to get that bad, he wanted to hold Felix in his arms, kiss his head and tell him that it will all be okay.

Hell, Locus had always wanted to hold Felix, but now the urge was even stronger. Locus wanted to hold his hand, kiss him, and cuddle on the couch after a mission. But now, with what he had saw, Felix's arms, the scars, he knew he would have to fight. Not just for Felix, but for the both of them.

Felix had started to stir, and Locus needed out, so, he ran out of the room and back to his.

Locus sat down on his bed, just thinking. He wanted to help Felix, but he didn't know how. He could just talk to him... but that could backfire.

Walking out of his room to the kitchen, Locus noticed Felix sitting at the table, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. The smaller man had pulled a sweater over his tank top, and a pair of fuzzy pyjama pants over his boxers.

"Good morning Felix." Locus said quietly, beginning to cook breakfast.

"Mmffmrmtt." Felix mumbled, laying his head on his arms, which were crossed in front of him on the table.

"I see." Was Locus' reply.

He so desperately wanted to talk to Felix. But how? Although, being direct is always a good approach.

Once both men were settled at the table eating breakfast, Locus started talking.

"Are you alright Felix?" He asked.

"I'm fine, why?" Felix replied.

"Don't lie to me Felix, please." Locus said.

"I'm not lying! I'm fine! What makes you think something is wrong?" Felix shouted.

Locus thought for a moment.

"Felix, I..." Locus stopped. This wasn't going to end well.

"What? Why do you think something is wrong?" Felix demanded.

Locus explained how he went to check on Felix, and saw what he had done.

Felix was silent. How was he supposed to react. It wasn't until Locus was holding him close and pressing light kisses to Felix's forehead, that the shorter man realized he had broken down in tears and was sobbing quietly.

"Locus, oh my god I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean... I mean, I just... I'm so sorry." Felix cried.

"Shh, its okay. You're okay. I'm here. I'm no going to leave you, alright?" Locus whispered, picking Felix up and carrying him to his room.

They sat on Felix's bed, leaning against the headboard with Locus' arm wrapped around Felix, and Felix curling up beside his friend.

"How long?" Locus asked quietly, once they were settled.

"A-a while." Felix mumbled.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No.."

They sat in silence for a while. Felix had calmed down, and was no longer crying.

"You don't have to be alone Felix, okay? I'm going to help you through this." Locus said, pressing a kiss to the smaller man's temple.

"O-okay. I-I'm gonna stop. I-I won't d-do it a-anymore. I promise." Felix said shakily

--Please continue here if you want too. If not, that's okay too :) ----

"Good. But I promise, it's gonna be okay. It is going to get better." Locus confirmed.

"Thank you, Locus." Felix said. "Also, could you maybe stay here and cuddle with me? I don't want to get out of bed right now, and I don't wanna be alone..."

"Of course Felix. I'll stay here, I won't ever leave you." Locus promised, pulling the smaller man close and drawing the down comforter over bother of them.

The pair laid there quietly, just cuddling. Things can always get worse, but they will always get better. Never give up hope.