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Summary:

Felix finds something of Tamora's that shatters his confidence.

Notes:

I rewatched Wreck-It Ralph for the first time in probably 10 years yesterday, and today I wrote this. Also I've been writing fic for 12 ish years and this is the first fic I've ever written where F/M was not just a background ship, so it's a pretty big day for me. SO MUCH easier to differentiate characters by pronouns when you're working with two different sets.

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Felix is washing his hands in the kitchen sink when he notices the soap is almost gone. He checks in the under-sink cabinet, but he can't find any more. He heads over to the bathroom and checks underneath that sink, and comes up empty-handed - although he notices something else.

The bathroom is a weird place for a shoebox.

Tamora must have brought it over when she moved in. Felix hadn't seen her unpack any hygiene products - her makeup is programmed on, she doesn't need to try to look the way she does. So he has no idea what this box could be. Intrigued, he takes a look inside and pulls out a piece of fabric wrapped around a long cylindrical object. Felix chuckles, it’s kind of like a banana peel. He opens up the fabric, and as it falls to the floor, his eyes widen in shock. The tip of the cylinder is shaped like… 

“Felix? Where are ya?”

The hairs in the back of his neck stand on end as he quickly slams the bathroom door shut. 

He hears from the other side, “Oh, sorry hon. I’ll leave you to it.”

Felix can’t quite remember how to speak, so he doesn’t respond. He knew that Tamora had quite a bit more experience in this arena than he did - though it wasn’t saying much, because before Tamora, he’d had none - but he never imagined that he’d be holding a symbol of their difference in experience in his hands. Felix holds his breath as he wraps the fabric around the object and places the box back where he found it. He considers washing his hands and leaving the bathroom, but he can’t imagine carrying on with Tamora like nothing happened. He resigns that he’ll be in here for a bit while his thoughts settle, so he turns on the shower. 

As the warm water rushes over him, Felix takes a few deep breaths, but his stomach is tying itself into knots and his mind is reeling over that… that thing. He doesn’t know what it’s called, but he can imagine what Tamora uses it for. Obviously, it means that Felix isn’t enough for her.

Felix had been self-conscious about their physical relationship from the beginning. He’d always been confident when it came to the other aspects of dating Tamora, like conversing with her, pulling the chair out for her before she sat down, and making her laugh. But Felix had never felt so unsure of himself as he did on their wedding night, when he had to admit that he had no idea what he was doing. Tamora had smiled, halfway between charmed and devilish, and told him it was okay, she would show him the ropes and he would do great. Felix had been terrified that he wouldn’t be able to please her, but she was always able to reassure him that she wasn’t faking her enjoyment, that he was satisfying her. And Felix had been feeling pretty good about their bedroom life lately, up until now. The member in their bathroom cabinet has made him rethink all of it. It’s not much bigger than his own - he only held it for a second, and from what he could tell, it was the same size or even a bit smaller than him. So if Tamora is coming in here, drawing a hot bath, and using that thing on herself, it’s not because it’s bigger than he is. It’s his technique, or it’s just him. Felix gulps and buries his head in his hands. How could I have been so stupid? I can’t believe I thought I could be enough for someone like Tammy.

The water is starting to get cold, so he turns it off and reaches for a towel, but the hook is empty. He squeezes his eyes shut as he remembers putting all the towels in the wash earlier that day. Normally he’d call for Tammy to bring him one, but he can’t. He feels so small and pitiful, he can’t bear to look at the woman who’d rather make love with a piece of plastic than with him. The laundry room is just across the hall, he can make it over there without her seeing him. 

Felix gulps as he picks up his shirt and holds it over his groin, then slowly opens the door and rushes towards the laundry room.

“Shortstack? What are you doing?”

He turns around to see his lovely wife. She somehow seems taller, more imposing, than he remembered. 

“I, uh, I forgot the towels were still in the dryer,” he laughs.

“You could’ve called me, I woulda gotten ya one.” Tamora strides over in just a few steps, practically stepping over him on her way to the dryer as she pulls out a towel for him. 

She doesn’t need me for anything. All I do is get in the way. Felix shakes those thoughts away, he needs to try to have a normal interaction with her, at least until he’s clothed. He takes the towel from her. “Thanks.”

“Felix? Honey, are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” Tamora reaches down to put a hand on his cheek, but Felix pulls away before she can touch him. 

“I’m fine. I’m gonna go get changed.”

“Okay…” Tamora watches him scurry off to their room and shut the door behind him. 

 

 

Felix makes their dinner later that evening, and he’s so distracted that he forgets to set a timer and burns the casserole. Luckily, he can fix it with his hammer, so it’s not completely ruined, but it still has a slight burnt flavor to it. The truth is it could be the most delicious food in the arcade and Felix would still be too upset to eat it. During dinner, he pushes his food around while Tamora watches him with concern.

“Felix… are you sure you’re okay? I can tell something’s wrong. You’re never this quiet.”

He purses his lips. He’ll have to face this at some point, it may as well be now. “I just feel like… like you don’t need me for anything. Half the time when I try to open a door for ya, I can’t reach the handle. And cross my heart, I love how capable you are. It’s not about me wishin’ you couldn’t handle yourself. You know that’s the reason I fell for ya, is because of how strong you are. But there’s so many things I wish I could do for you.”

“Felix…” Tamora sighs. “I love you. You give me everything I need. I love it when ya open doors for me, but - but I don’t need that. I love you because of the way you make me feel. And you’re patient with me, and you’re sweet. I never, ever woulda thought the sweetest man in the arcade would be from a Fix-It game and not from the candy racing game.”

Felix smiles, but it quickly fades. “But you don’t even need me in the bedroom. I found your… whatever it is. Under the sink in the bathroom. I don’t know why you’d have it, unless you’d rather use it than be with me.”

Tamora sighs and presses her fingertips to her forehead as she realizes what he’s talking about. “Felix, that toy isn’t for me. I’ve never used it before. I didn’t - I didn’t want you finding out about it that way, I was gonna show it to you so we could use it together.”

“…Together?” 

“You, ah, you know that new thing we’ve been tryin’ out? That new way you like me to touch you?”

Felix’s cheeks start to burn, and he tugs at his collar. Boy, does he know. He’ll never forget the way Tammy’s fingers had dipped down to his backside that first time, the way she’d whispered, “this alright?” Felix’s heart pounded out of his chest as he nodded, her hand disappearing only for it to return, slipping down between his cheeks and swirling her spit-covered fingertip around his opening. He’d come just from that, clinging to Tamora, tears streaming down his face. There were so many things Felix loved about being touched like that, chief among them that their height difference didn’t prohibit them from kissing. He especially liked it when Tamora laid him down on his back, and pressed up into that special spot inside him, making him see fireworks. Felix shifts in his seat - he really shouldn’t be thinking about this when they’re trying to have a conversation. 

Tammy can likely tell that he knows what she means, so she continues. “The toy is - well, it’s got two ends. One of them goes inside me, and the other sticks out… that end is for you. But only when you’re ready. If you don’t want to use it -“

“I do.”  

“…Yeah?”

Felix nods. “I want to.”

“You sure you’re okay? You were pretty down just a minute ago. And none’a that other stuff is gonna change. I’m still gonna open most of the doors, still gonna get things for ya from the top shelf.”

“I don’t really care about that,” Felix purses his lips. “Well, that’s not true. I like it when ya do that stuff for me. I don’t really know why I was so upset.”

Tamora reaches across the table and puts a hand on Felix’s. “I get it. You were afraid that since I’m so self-sufficient, I’d be fine without you. If I left you, or -“

Felix’s eyes widen as he remembers Tamora’s tragic backstory. “No - no, that’s not -“

“It’s okay. I can’t pretend I don’t act tough because’a that. Sometimes it’s easier to just do things myself, so I don’t get let down. But we’re married, and I need to let you do things for me once in a while.”

Felix squeezes Tamora’s hand. “Maybe we should wait to do that thing. Tonight I could just do somethin’ for you… not a bedroom somethin’. I could draw ya a bath and setcha up with your favorite book? And get your towel for ya?”

Tamora smiles. “That sounds great. I would like a glass of wine with my bath, and the bottles are up on the top shelf… but I can pick you up so you can grab it.” 

“My hero,” Felix leans over and gives his wife a kiss.