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Chan has a bad day, so Felix takes care of him in his own way.
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"My dearest Felix,
Growing up, my mum told me that sunflowers represent a lot of things — good things, like loyalty and happiness. I don't know if anyone's told you this yet, but the reason we have so many in the village and why we let them grow so big is because of how well it can sustain us. The elders tell us it warms the earth, that it brings rain. I'm sure you know the basic uses like oil and seeds, but did you also know we use it to tell time? The sunflowers face the sun the whole day through. They rise in the east every morning and set in the west every day, just like the sun.
That's how I feel whenever I see you. My eyes follow you day in and day out like sunflowers follow the sun. You're my sun, Felix — beautiful, like sunshine, and bright and warm, both inside and out. All I want is to be around you and your warmth, even if it's just once, just for a moment.
I hope you'll accept this courting gift. To see you wearing it would warm my heart."
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Felix grinned, bumping his shoulder playfully as he adjusted his mask. “Looking forward to it, Captain.”
Chan followed him into the smoke house, heart hammering like he’d just run a mile.
God help him, that smile was going to kill him before any fire ever could.
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or, how firefighters chanlix get together!
(no need to read previous work to understand)
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- Part 2 of firehouse 143
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Felix has a crush on a girl. She’s pretty, kind, funny, smart, and all around wonderful. This summer, he’s got the perfect plan to make her fall for him - this summer, he gets the girl of his dreams.
But then his friends’ other friend comes to visit. Chan is annoying, sarcastic, irritating… and yet, somehow, reminiscent of home in the most infuriating, sparkly-eyed way. Somehow, he's entirely impossible to ignore.
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“Do you think I like it?” he presses out between clenched teeth, struggling to keep his rising temper at bay. “Being forced to make these sacrifices over and over again? Never allowed to be anything but perfect? Never allowed to be human? You know how the industry works. You’ve been playing the game for almost as long as I have.”
Felix moves, his heels on the marble floor like the disapproving click of a tongue.
“We’re all wearing masks,” he admits, “presenting an image to the world that’s a distorted amalgamation of what people want us to be and who we truly are.”
Not trusting his legs to carry him, Chan stays put, watching with bated breath as Felix draws nearer.
They’re so close now, he can smell Felix’s perfume, interlaced with cigarette smoke. He can see his freckles, visible through the modestly applied make-up. He can see the redness in his eyes, stemming from tears Felix refuses to shed.
Future Fic
At 38, Bang Chan has it all: a successful career, a beautiful home, a loving wife. He has never been more miserable.