#haha I can't help but give little hints
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I hate when I have such a fun idea and plan but my skills just aren't at the place to do it. The starting stage of learning something new is both exciting and frustrating to me... but I know that no matter what in the end if I just stick to things it'll be so worth it lol
I have a fun surprise I've been working on for a little bit now, it's sorta a learning experience for me but I'm hoping whoever sees it will really like it.
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NIGHTMARES IS INCREASING...
Samuel is dealing with the horrors just fine! hes fine. just needs a lil laudanum to take the edge off. Just a little, tiny, several bottles of laudanum,
wheezes and collapses HI HELLO I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED..... THIS!!!!.... I don't know what possessed me to make this out of pixels but im v pleased with how it came out!!
[Everyone has been extremely cool abt this!! but just to be sure: no Fallen London spoilers/suggestions/hints in tags, replies, etc. please! I'm still in the middle of some of the stories referenced here and I'm excited to discover it all for myself! ]
Nightmare sources referenced here:
A small, velvet-lined box from Light Fingers
The coiling spire bit from Light Fingers
Poor Edward from Light Fingers
I Shot the Albatross from the southern wind zee dreams
and of course, the Comtessa
At some point during Light Fingers I finally grabbed some laudanum to help with nightmares before some zee trip or other, and discovered that once you're Important, taking laudanum gives you "A Less Than Laudable Laudanum Habit" and that the initial, normal result is locked once your habit gets over level three. Naturally, I HAD TO KNOW.... WHAT HAPPENED AT OTHER LEVELS.....
I'd also decided to finally do the rest of the Watchful MYN at University, which I'd already heard about from several friends as a place where you are constantly going insane from the mundane stress of just, like, uncooperative witnesses while trying to solve a murder. The timing ended up perfect -- Samuel just coming back from the horrors of the Orphanage in Light Fingers and Trying To Be Normal And Hold Down A Normal Job For A Bit, and maybe just a lil laudanum to keep it together for class, and when withdrawal is ratcheting up everything, some annoyances like "can't find info for your murder investigation" might just tip you over the edge,
hilariously he hit level 8 on the laudanum habit -- helpfully labelled "a wretched slave to the hellish stuff" and the point where it stops working altogether -- IMMEDIATELY before running into a step of light fingers where you have to get rid of all your nightmares before you can proceed. HAHA OOPS.
ANYWAY HE STILL HAS IT BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT, IT TAKES A REALLY REALLY LONG TIME, TO KICK A LAUDANUM HABIT...... i, uh, dont recommend giving urself a laudanum addiction but narratively im having a great time lmao
#shazz art#art#omg colour#pixelart#fallen london#fl: the bloodstained deacon#light fingers#ambition: light fingers#light fingers spoilers#actually the most stressful thing abt the laudanum habit is his austere and hedonism getting completely out of control lmao#he started with austere 10 and was just BARELY austere enough to pray at the end of the university investigation#fallen london oc
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My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 19: AM Sylvain/Felix)
Sylvain: I hate Crests, you know. They mess everything up in life, the future, everything… Just because I have a Crest, I'm treated as the heir, and my older brother nearly killed me because of jealousy. Bitches... they swarm to me, no, to my blood, like ants...
Mercedes: …I'm sorry. Did I remind you of something you didn't want to remember?
Sylvain: …Sorry, I slipped. Ah, damn, I didn't mean to show such a pathetic side…
Mercedes: …No, I'm glad. It feels like I saw your true face for the first time.
The localization watered down, omitted, or completely rewrote a lot of the more interesting gender-related dialogue. In his Japanese B-Support with Mercedes, the word Sylvain used for women was "女ども" (onnadomo). This term is derogatory. It is used to refer to females in a demeaning manner and carries a tone of contempt or disdain. It is considered offensive and is avoided in polite conversation. A comparable word in English might be "bitches" or "wenches."
Sylvain: …Oh, what's up, Professor? Haha, sorry, didn't notice you at all. We've been meeting quite often lately. Oh, could it be that you're interested in me?
(Female Byleth): ...Just kidding, it's a joke. Please don't make such an obvious disgusted face.
(Male Byleth): Sorry, my arms are reserved for girls only! I'd prefer not to lend them to bastards.
The localization also changed some lines in Sylvain's B-Support with Byleth pretty significantly. If you are playing as Male Byleth, he refers to males as "野郎" (yarou). It's an informal term that is somewhat similar to "guy" or "dude" in English, but it's more derogatory. It's a gendered insult and it suggests that the person being referred to is undesirable or contemptible in some way. It implies qualities like rudeness, roughness, or unpleasantness. It is also considered offensive and impolite, and it's generally not used in polite contexts.
Sylvain: My brother was always a truly irredeemable bastard. Selfish, conceited, and arrogant. I've always had to clean up after him…even after he died. But, thinking about it, if my brother, not me, had been born with the Crest… Would I have become like my brother, or would there have been a different fate for me…?
"Yarou" is often translated as "bastard". In Hopes, if you take Sylvain on an expedition and ask about his likes, he says it's talking to girls. If you ask what he dislikes, he says it's being surrounded by guys, and he uses the same term. And he often used it when referring to guys in general, such as during teatime. I think he was even more of a misandrist than a misogynist, and it's a shame that wasn't as apparent in English because it's pretty integral to his character.
Sylvain: If someone is in trouble, you help them. That's what a knight, no, what a human being does. Whether it's a cute girl or a rugged big guy, it's the same thing.
Ashe: …！
Sylvain: Hey, don't give me that look. Are you falling for me? Unfortunately…
Ashe: What are you talking about? …I'm just a little surprised.
Even though Sylvain disliked most women, he still vastly preferred their company over men. In their B-Support, he saved Ashe's life, and Ashe came to thank him (quite similar to Sylvain's A-Support with Felix, actually). And he basically told Ashe "no homo". In the localization of their C-Support, he asked Dimitri to come to town together with him to pick up girls. But in the Japanese, he simply encouraged him to invite girls out to dinner on his own.
Sylvain: Hey, Professor. If you're free, wanna go out to the town together?
(Female Byleth): I found a place with delicious food. I thought I had no choice but to invite you, Professor!
(Male Byleth): In search of unseen beauties… No. Just kidding. Please don't give me that look.
While there are plenty of hints that Sylvain is bisexual, I think it makes perfect sense that he can't end up with Male Byleth or any other male character except for one. He had a VERY specific type. I don't even think Female Byleth was truly his type. But ya know, self-insert.
Sylvain: Dorothea, Hilda, Mercedes… Lady Rhea is also quite the beauty. Ah, the Officer's Academy is great, Professor. Beauties everywhere you turn! Haha!
So, what was his type? Well, he tells you on the first day of school who he was interested in. Three girly girls and Lady Rhea, who represents the Mother Goddess archetype, the embodiment of the divine feminine principle.
Sylvain: Professor, have you seen Felix? He's always disappearing when you take your eyes off him.
Byleth: I saw him at the training ground.
Sylvain: Well, I thought it might be something like that. Sorry, Professor. Thanks for your help! Taking care of horses, you know, it's quite soothing. They repay trust with trust. Sigh… In that regard, dealing with girls is quite tricky.
Sylvain liked damsels in distress he could swoop in and help. He thought Hilda was cute until he learned that her "delicate flower" act was insincere. And he was attracted to Dorothea, whom he compared to a beautiful flower in bloom, until he suspected she had an ulterior motive. On the day he was looking for Felix, he said he liked looking after horses because, unlike girls, they can be trusted.
Yuri: Oh, is this what they call mutual affection? I'm up for a rendezvous anytime… But next time, could you use better lines than when we first met? That was terrible! "Hello, young lady, delicate as a little bird! Would you care to chat a bit over there…"
Sylvain: Oh, come on, I already apologized plenty for mistaking you for a girl! How many times do I have to say it!
Yuri: I didn't really need an apology, you know. Look at this face; there are plenty who make that mistake. In fact, I even think I should have conversed with you, even if I had to pretend to be a woman. There's nothing wrong with maintaining a relationship with the future Margrave, right?
Sylvain: What an enthusiastic pick-up line… I can't help but feel strange myself.
What mattered to Sylvain was whether his brain registered someone as a girl. He tried to woo a crossdresser at a harvest festival. And the pick-up line he used on Yuri was changed in the localization. He called him "delicate as a little bird" in Japanese. And he was not turned off by the idea of Yuri pretending to be a woman with him.
Sylvain: ...Sorry. Well, I understand, but it seems my mind was refusing to comprehend... Certainly, you... I mean, you're a woman. Yes, a lovely young lady, indeed. Oh no, I've been rude. I'm terribly sorry, miss.
Leonie: What's with that tone...
Sylvain: I really am sorry. This is a first for me, too. Even if Leonie is ro… I mean, even if she's an active girl, something like this…
Leonie: You were about to say "rough", right!?
He knew Leonie was a girl, but his mind just didn't see her as a one. He used the word"粗雑" (sozatsu). It means "rough" or "crude" in English. Later, he compared her to a sunflower, rather than a delicate flower. The word he used for "delicate" was "可憐な" (karenna). And that's the word he used when hitting on Yuri.
Sylvain: It might also be one of the knights… Oh, wait, me!?
Ingrid: I'll hit you.
Sylvain: W-wait, I was just kidding! I'm against violence! Being too rough ruins a beauty, you know! ………… Uh, well. I-I mean, when I say "beauty," I'm not talking about flirting or anything, yeah!
In his A+ Support with Ingrid, the Japanese word he used was "乱暴" (ranbou). It means "rough" or "violent" in English. It can refer to behavior that is aggressive, forceful, or lacking in restraint.
Sylvain: I'm weary from the nonstop battles. A gentle and beautiful young lady who can heal my troubled heart, I wonder if it's lying around out there somewhere…
(Best Answer): It might appear someday.
Even his notes to the advice box suggested that his ideal partner was a "Yamato Nadeshiko". The term describes the "flower of Japanese womanhood" or "traditional daughter of Japan". It's a nostalgic term for the perfect woman under the ideology of Japanese patriarchal society. Sylvain adored traditional femininity and wanted a partner who was the epitome of feminine beauty.
Sylvain: To be honest, I left home without telling my father, even though the country was in a difficult situation. Haha, I can imagine my father's angry face. "That idiot son of mine…" Haha, scary, scary…
But it was not because he was interested in upholding patriarchy. In fact, it he hated patriarchy and did not have a good relationship with the men in his life. His father was known as the "Wall of Ice". Matthias only cared about whether he had a Crest and could wield the Lance of Ruin. He didn't have much regard for his son's life and wanted him to take out a group of bandits by himself to earn his inheritance.
Ingrid: As you know, Sylvain and I have known each other since we were children. In the past, he often had bruises and other injuries on his face and body. Every time I asked, he would say he got them during training, but still…
And growing up, Sylvain was regularly beaten by his older brother.
Dimitri: Who's naïve and serious…? Besides, compared to you, most men are probably the same.
Sylvain: Oh, really? A man who gives a dagger as a gift to a girl he likes is quite…
Dimitri: How many years ago was that story? …If I seriously slap your head, will you forget about it?
Sylvain: If I were hit with that monstrous strength, I'd die… It doesn't sound like a joke.
His Japanese voice acting during his C-Support with Dimitri conveyed a lot more distress than the English version did. Because of how overly serious Dimitri was, and his history of being abused, he genuinely could not tell that he was just joking about hitting him.
Sylvain: Ah, damn it… Joining the Empire… I wonder what Father would say… And then there's His Highness… He's definitely furious, right? That guy, when he's angry, he's downright terrifying… I wonder how I'll be killed… Just imagining it makes my legs tremble. However… it's your decision. I'll follow you…until the end. Haha, I wonder what's gotten into me. I should be scared out of my mind… and yet…
If you recruit Sylvain into CF, you'll learn that he was terrified of Dimitri's anger. He was a childhood friend, but he was never as close to him as he was to Ingrid and Felix. Dimitri was, after all, the future patriarch of the Kingdom with superhuman strength. Which would be kind of intimidating to an abuse victim. In CF, he calls Dimitri a stubborn "yarou". While he is on good terms with him in AM after his boar phase, he doesn't even have an A-Support with him.
Sylvain: Thinking that he's in the next room makes me hesitate to invite a girl over at night. I'm already scared and scared of the scolding the next morning...
(Best Answer): Maybe I should reconsider the room assignments…
Sylvain's note to the advice box was about how he was afraid to invite girls to his room because Dimitri was next door. He didn't take his scoldings from Ingrid or Felix very seriously. But Dimitri's seriousness seemed to remind him of his father. And Sylvain was deathly afraid of his father. I'm sure that's why he felt like he had no way out of his arranged marriage.
Sylvain: As someone with a Crest, I was raised with great care by my parents. But my older brother, who didn't have a Crest, was suddenly treated very coldly when I was born. …My older brother even pushed me into a well and abandoned me in the snowy mountains. I understood it even as a child. I had taken everything from him. How could I complain in front of someone who wanted a Crest but couldn't get one? So, the persistent stares of women, the appraising looks of noble daughters… I had to smile and accept them. …Because I had the Crest.
Sylvain bears the Crest of Gautier which is associated with the Death Arcana in Tarot. And the theme of "death" certainly played a large role in his character arc. Growing up, he was constantly told that he should go die and his brother tried to kill him. But Death doesn't mean literal death. It signifies a time of significant transformation, transition, and change. The old version of you needs to "die" to allow the new you to be created.
Sylvain: Ever since King Lambert passed away, I hardly get to see my childhood friends anymore…
Death also represents a resistance to change. In Hopes, if you take Sylvain on an expedition and ask him about his memories of the past, he sadly recounts how he and his old friends stopped hanging out much after King Lambert died. Sylvain would have been fifteen at the time. The same age he was when he hit on Lord Gwendal's daughter, prompting Ingrid to finally leave her room out of concern for him.
Sylvain: Actually, I have a history with Lord Gwendal. Yes, that was a story from many years ago. I met a lovely young lady, fell in love, and was nearly killed by her father… And that father happened to be Lord Gwendal. Oh boy, I was truly prepared to die at that time!
In Japanese, Sylvain's Classic Mode death quote uses the word "覚悟" (kakugo). It means "prepared for" or "mental readiness." And in Japanese, he uses that exact same word when talking about the Lord Gwendal incident. Sylvain's childhood antics (such as hitting on Ingrid's grandmother) could be seen as a harmless ploy for attention to compensate for his terrible home life. However, his involvement with Gwendal's daughter appeared to be way more serious.
Sylvain: …Well, whatever you think, Professor, I don't intend to change my attitude. You see, I may be a good-for-nothing, but I'm still a noble with a Crest… I try not to get involved in serious relationships. They only bring trouble. Eventually, I'll be quietly married off to some suitable partner and settle down.
Sylvain was extremely disingenuous with girls. He would use them for sex, then dump them in public. He was dreading the fact that his life would change after he got married and he blamed them for it.
Ingrid: Right? We're just childhood friends, right? Then why do I have to clean up after your messes?
Sylvain: Haha, nobody asked you to do that! Well, just think of it as your role and accept it. For some reason, it's been like this since we were kids, and it'll probably continue.
Ingrid: …Continue like this? So, you don't have any intention of changing your ways!?
The only way Sylvain knew how to cope with his fate was by pretending that he just couldn't resist falling in love with every cute girl that he laid eyes on. But the truth was that he disliked girls and was even afraid of them. He was being literal when he said he would stake his life on flirting.
Ingrid: You keep earning resentment from women, and eventually, you'll really get stabbed.
Sylvain: Haha, well, if I get stabbed, I get stabbed. I suppose that's just how it goes.
Ingrid: …Dying for such a silly reason is definitely not okay, are you stupid!? …Glenn was the type to make those kinds of jokes too. And he really never came back.
Ingrid's line in her B-Support with Sylvain was changed slightly. She specifically warned him that he would get stabbed if he didn't change his behavior. And he just laughed, as if he were prepared to die.
Sylvain: I just, uh… Well, you're going to think I'm being a jerk or hitting on you or whatever… When we're side by side like this, training, I feel— I don't know—oddly at ease.
Ingrid: I know what you mean. It's probably because we've been friends for so long.
Sylvain: That must be it. Let's never change. Friends forever?
All Sylvain wanted was for things to go back to how they were when he was a kid. In their Houses A-Support, he emphasized that he was not trying to hit on Ingrid. The idea that things wouldn't change between them just put him at ease.
Ingrid: What do you mean you feel relieved seeing me eat?
Sylvain: Haha, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. Just seeing you enjoying your meal like that makes me, you know, feel relaxed. [...] Nobody can stay the same as they were in the past. You said something like that recently too, didn't you? That's why having something that doesn't change is really comforting for us.
In their Hopes A-Support, he offered to treat Ingrid to dinner not as an attempt to woo her, but just so that he could watch her eat. It was a relief to him that some people never change.
Sylvain: Hey Felix, you free? You must be free, right? Let's go flirt with some girls together today.
Felix: Tch… You're disturbing my training. Go by yourself.
Sylvain: Don't say that. Come on, we've known each other for a long time, haven't we?
The one change that bothered Sylvain more than any other was the change in Felix's personality. While he didn't like girls becoming attached to him, he was sad that Felix seemed to have outgrown that tendency and no longer wanted to spend time with him.
Felix: We've certainly known each other for a while, but that's about it. Besides, it's not what I wanted. It was just our parents' wishes.
Sylvain: So, you're saying it's a rotten relationship, huh?
The phrase "rotten relationship" is kinda hard to translate. It is "腐れ縁" (kusareen) in Japanese. It means "a relationship that cannot be severed even if one wants to." It's usually a relationship that has persisted for a long time, often against one's will or preference, because it is bound up in some work, social, or family obligation. It tends to have a negative connotation, implying that the relationship is undesirable or plagued by difficulties.
It was derived from "鎖縁" (kusari-en) or "chain relationship", a term that refers to a close and inseparable relationship between two people, often described as being bound together by chains. "Chain relationship" was a positive term referring to two people bound by fate, as if they were destined to be together. But over time, the "rotten" part was added, and it took on a negative connotation.
Felix: That boar prince, it's been a rotten relationship since birth… No, even before birth. That's why I'm warning you… He harbors a beast within. You can trust in his skill in combat and brute strength, but as a person, he's utterly untrustworthy. You better be careful not to be devoured yourself.
Felix used the exact same term when he warned Byleth about Dimitri in Chapter 2. And the way he described his relationship with Sylvain is actually a far more accurate description of his relationship with Dimitri. Felix did have fond memories of their childhood together, but Dimitri's sadistic smile while torturing the rebels was ingrained in his mind. After that, he no longer wanted to associate with him, but he couldn't break off their relationship due to his family.
Sylvain: So, you're saying it's a rotten relationship, huh? Come on now, Felix. You used to cling to me like glue back in the day. You couldn't beat your brother, got into fights with His Highness, and every time something happened, you came crying to me. Back then, you were so meek and innocent. I doted on you like a little brother…
Felix: ...Enough.
Sylvain disagreed that his relationship with Felix was just a rotten relationship. The implication was that it was more of a chain relationship and Felix was trying to downplay how close they were because he was hurt by the way Sylvain was acting.
Felix: Listen. I've held back until now, but there are plenty of things I want to say to you. In your personal life and even on the battlefield, you're frivolous. Whenever something happens, it's always about women…
Sylvain: Hmm, what's wrong with that? It's rude to ignore cute girls…
Felix: There's a limit to that, you sex fiend. If your sword skills were solid, I could acknowledge that. But you slack off even in training… Do you not feel any guilt about hurting others' feelings and holding them back?
Sylvain's womanizing certainly hurt Felix's feelings, but he was even more hurt by his frivolousness in battle. The implication was that he had no choice but to double down on his training because he was always babysitting Sylvain on the battlefield.
Felix: Being in this military academy, one becomes speechless at the sheer number of fools who, indulged by the power of their Crests and the status of nobility, neglect their training. It's truly astounding.
(Best response): It would be good to give them training.
Felix's note to the advice box was undoubtedly written with a particular person in mind.
Sylvain: You know, since way back, I've been doing stupid things, and you've always been there to yell at me…
Felix: Both of us getting lectured by Ingrid because of you… Try to put yourself in my shoes, I got dragged into it every time.
Sylvain: Yeah yeah, that's right. Our relationship hasn't changed no matter how many years have passed. But you've changed, Felix. You were so adorable when we were kids… Now, you've become completely warped. I wonder why you grew up like this…
Felix: Tch… You, on the other hand, are still a good-for-nothing, just like in the past.
Sylvain: Ahahaha, what's that? Is that something the person who has always been by my side would say? Even now, look, you came all the way to me with the intention to apologize for what happened the other day, right?
Sylvain wasn't intimidated by Felix. But being yelled at by him still hurt his feelings and he kept his distance afterwards. And Felix came crawling back to him to apologize. He couldn't sever their relationship even if he was so hurt that he may have wanted to. He was afraid of losing their friendship, so it proves he was lying when he called it a rotten relationship.
Felix: …The boar prince and I have been acquainted since before birth. Before I knew it, he was always by my side… You might even say that, at one time, we were best friends.
Dimitri and Felix were always together as little kids and Felix used to whine unless they could do everything together. I've seen some people say that they were best friends up until the incident suppressing the rebellion when they were 14 or 15. But that didn't appear to be the case. At the time the Tragedy of Duscur occurred, when he was 13, Dimitri considered Glenn his best friend.
Sylvain: However, both His Majesty and Felix have really grown up, haven't they? Ten years ago, they were the kind of guys who would squabble over breaking each other's swords and whatnot…
Felix always went crying to Sylvain whenever he and Dimitri fought. Dimitri broke Felix's sword when they were nine years old. So, even by that age, Felix was clingier with Sylvain than Dimitri.
Sylvain: A little laziness is just right. If you push yourself too hard, you'll just get tired. Oh yeah, I'll treat you to a meal, so let's go out to town together, Felix.
Felix: No.
Sylvain: Which is more important, going to town with me or training?
Felix: Training. See ya.
Sylvain lamented how cute Felix used to be in Houses, Hopes, and even Heroes. He was the only male character that Sylvain was ever interested in spending time with one-on-one. He even invited him out to dinner like he did with girls. It is very likely that he was so sad about how much Felix changed because he used to be his ideal "girl".
Sylvain: More importantly, it's time for the ballroom dance now, isn't it? There's also the White Heron Cup competition, right? So, Professor, who are we sending from our class?
(Byleth chooses Sylvain as the representative for the White Heron Cup)
Sylvain: Huh, me? Well, um, that's fine I guess. It's a good opportunity to show the girls what I can do.
(Byleth does NOT choose Sylvain as the representative for the White Heron Cup)
(Japanese) Sylvain: If anything, I'd rather see a beauty dancing than watch a bastard dancing, you know.
(English) Sylvain: I get it. No worries, really. I'd rather see a beautiful person dancing instead of some goof like me.
Sylvain lumped himself into the "yarou" category, too. He was eager to impress girls during the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. But he will sound a bit disappointed if you choose him as the White Heron Cup representative. He's happier if you choose a beauty. The term he used for a "beauty" was "美人" (bijin). It means "beautiful person," but it is primarily used to refer to beautiful women.
It can sometimes be used to describe an exceptionally attractive man, although less commonly. Generally, "bijin" is more commonly associated with feminine beauty in Japanese language and culture. While it can technically be used to describe individuals of any gender who are considered beautiful, the term often carries connotations of traditional or stereotypical feminine beauty standards.
And since "yarou" is gendered, you'd think that "beautiful woman" would be the obvious way to translate that line, right? But I have to give the localizers credit where credit is due. They used "beautiful person" rather than "beautiful woman". Because they knew Sylvain would not have minded one bit if Felix had been the White Heron Cup representative.
Felix: You seem like you have something to say. …You're not seriously considering choosing me as the representative for the White Heron Cup, are you?
(Byleth does NOT choose Felix as the representative for the White Heron Cup)
Felix: I see. That's fine then.
Felix is unsociable. He gets annoyed if Byleth stares at him too long during teatime and he struggles to maintain eye contact when talking to people. Yet he was not as opposed to participating in a dance contest as you'd expect. He even brought it up himself. If you don't pick him, he doesn't sound relieved like most of the others. In fact, in Japanese, I'd say he sounds a tiny bit disappointed. His objection seemed to be dancing with a girl, not dancing in general.
Felix: I'd much rather swing a sword at the training grounds than dance with a girl at the ball.
Sylvain: Huh? Your Highness and Felix, are you joking…? You can dance with all the girls in the school. Do you mean to say that on such a wonderful day, you two dudes will be practicing swordplay with each other…? That doesn't seem like a sane idea!
One the "Night of Promises", Dimitri was not looking forward to the ball because he was sad that he was never going to rekindle his spark with Edelgard. He still attends the ball, and the cutscene shows him dancing next to Edelgard, as if to imply that he wished he was dancing with her instead of the girl he was actually dancing with. Felix felt the same way as Dimitri. He said he was going to skip out and train instead, something that made Sylvain sad. He used the word "yarou" once again here, emphasizing the masculine nature of the activity he's criticizing.
Felix: But… to the casual observer, it might not look entirely unlike a tryst between a man and a woman. If you're truly dissatisfied, then that's your compromise.
Byleth: Unfriendly.
Felix: Call it whatever you want. I'm about to head back to the training grounds.
If Byleth meets Felix at the Goddess Tower, his dialogue indicated that he did indeed skip the ball to practice at the training grounds.
Sylvain: When I heard you were heading to the Goddess Tower, I wondered who you were having a tryst with… I never expected you'd just be standing there alone, lost in thought.
Byleth: Tryst...?
Sylvain: Wait a minute. Seriously, what's going on? When someone goes to the Goddess Tower, isn't it to meet a lover? Here, vows exchanged are sure to be fulfilled… It's the lovers' sanctuary, you know.
(Option 1) Byleth: Why did you come alone?
Sylvain: Huh? Oh, well... Truth be told, I was curious about who you were waiting for. I hurried to catch up, only to find you alone in the end... Well, I must say, it put my mind at ease.
Sylvain goes to the Goddess Tower simply because he was curious about who Byleth was waiting for and was relieved to find out that she was alone. Then afterwards, he offers to make a vow with her.
(Option 2) Byleth: Don't you need to invite a female student?
Sylvain: That's true. I could have invited someone, but my true love is right in front of me. Being alone at the Goddess Tower means I can try to woo you, right?
The phrase Sylvain used for "true love" was "本命の相手" (honmei no aite). "本命の" (honmei no) translates to "main," or "primary". "相手" (aite) translates to "partner" or "opponent," depending on the context. The phrase typically refers to the person that the individual truly loves or considers as their most significant romantic interest.
HOWEVER. It also translates as "favorite opponent" in specific contexts, particularly in sports or competitive activities where "aite" means "opponent" or "rival." In that context, it refers to the most formidable opponent in a competition or match, the one whom the athlete or team considers their top rival or challenger.
Byleth: …Me?
Sylvain: Yes. Who else would I be talking about?
Who else would he be talking about? Well maybe someone who spends a lot of time with Byleth as a sparring partner? Someone who was absent from the ball? Perhaps someone he made a promise together with in the past?
Sylvain: Hey, Professor, I won't make you unhappy. So, how about getting married…
Byleth: You're not trustworthy.
Sylvain: Haha, well, that's true.
Sooo. Why did Sylvain go to the Goddess Tower? Was Byleth his true love? Or was she actually his primary rival for his true love? Well, I think we can rule out the "true love" option.
Felix: This is troublesome… The enemy is just a bunch of thieves. I doubt there are any skilled fighters among them.
Sylvain: Don't be so cold. I'm looking forward to it. Come on, there might be a beautiful female thief among them.
Felix was always trying to prove his worth in battle. And Sylvain was always goofing off because he didn't value his own life. Before the group's first battle against bandits in Houses, he wasn't acting serious because there would most likely not be skilled fighters among them. He even made a joke about flirting with one of them.
Felix: If they're in a state of confusion right now, we can easily round them all up. I'm on my way.
Sylvain: …No, no, no, hold on a second. Don't you think there's something strange about that fortress?
In Hopes, the bandits were a much greater threat than they anticipated, and Sylvain completely changed his tune. You gain Support points with Felix if you suggest charging the fort. But you gain points with Sylvain if you suggest a more cautious approach.
Sylvain: Ah, I thought since it's a festival day, there wouldn't be any lectures, and we could play all day… Hey, Professor. Even if you were planning an assassination, would you really choose the day of the Rite of Rebirth for it? I feel like there might be times when security is less tight. Or is there a reason it has to be this day?
Before the Rite of Rebirth, there was an assassination attempt on Lady Rhea. Sylvain didn't take it seriously because he knew the monastery's security would be tighter than ever on that day, and he was just goofing off and chatting up Hilda.
Sylvain: …But it's strangely quiet these days. Is it because the knights are out and about?
Felix: I heard the knights are putting all their effort into tracking down the enemy.
Sylvain: Putting all their effort… Isn't that a bit too much? Is it okay to neglect the monastery's defense?
Felix: …How do you see this situation?
Byleth: Maybe you're worrying too much.
Sylvain: Is that so… Well, I hope the knights come back soon.
But after Jeralt was killed by intruders, he was standing with Felix, worrying about the thin security with all the knights out looking for the enemy. It's a very nice bit of subtle storytelling, showing that, even if he seemed like he was always goofing off, he was serious about Felix's safety and always kept an eye on him.
Sylvain: Come to think of it, you don't like sweets, huh? Well, thanks. I'll eat it later. …So, what do you want me to do? Ah, you want me to play matchmaker with a girl?
Felix: Is your head filled with sugar or something? I'm just here to thank you for the battle the other day. If you hadn't noticed the ambush, I would probably be dead by now.
Sylvain: Oh, right... But isn't that just how it goes? On the battlefield, it's all about mutual support. That's what comrades do, right?
Felix: …You haven't changed a bit.
Sylvain: Yeah, I'm still the same as ever.
Felix: You always…
Felix is the only partner who will confess their feelings for Sylvain at the end of the Support chain. You could tell that he was mulling it over in the A-Support. He even brought a gift of sweets for Sylvain before he planned to tell him how he felt. But he chickened out. Still, he was going to say that he was grateful to Sylvain for always protecting him ever since they were kids.
Sylvain: His Majesty or Felix would probably make better hunting partners than me. I prefer to just sit back and watch.
While there are no specific childhood anecdotes related to this, a comment Sylvain made during his Hopes expedition did imply that he occasionally accompanied Dimitri and Felix on their hunting trips.
Felix: Boars are naturally wary animals, but this one seems injured… If it senses us, it'll charge. We can't afford to get injured by its massive rush.
Raphael: Huh? Felix, you sound like you've fought something like this before?
Felix: It's a story from many years ago, but I once let a similar quarry slip away. [...] House Blaiddyd and House Fraldarius used to go on hunting trips together. On one trip, a certain prince killed so many deer it proved impossible to fit them all on the sled. Meanwhile, I went off hunting on my own, encountered the boar, and barely escaped with my life.
Felix had a near-death encounter with a wild boar as a child. And I strongly suspect that Sylvain was the one who saved his life and got pretty hurt in the process.
Felix: You've always been like this since we were kids. Normally so unreliable, but you've always thrown yourself in harm's way and helped us when it really counted. …Every time you managed to put on that carefree smile for us, I cannot deny that I wanted to hug you a little.
Sylvain: O-Oh… You're the one spouting those kinds of lines? Have you eaten something strange?
Felix: Tch… I won't say it again, you fool! Now that I know you're safe, I'm going back to my room.
In the A+ Support, Felix will finally say what he was thinking back in the A-Support. He will mention how Sylvain would literally put his body on the line and then smile afterwards. And Sylvain told Marianne that a smile was the true measure of a person's worth. He always smiled because it made him feel strong.
Felix uses the word "抱いていた" (dakishiteita). It means "embrace" or "hold." It can mean to literally hold, hug, or embrace someone in a physical sense. Or it can be used metaphorically to express the idea of cherishing or harboring a feeling of admiration or longing. But the writers probably chose that word for its dual meaning.
Felix was certainly trying to communicate his admiration for Sylvain's ability to smile even when he's hurt and in a lot of pain. And in doing so, he made his intense longing for Sylvain clear. And I do not think the localizers were wrong to have Felix express his desire to hug Sylvain in a literal sense. It was all part of the same package.
Sylvain: Alright, alright. Then I'll wait while having a meal until you feel like it. Come on, Felix, let's grab a meal in town. I'll treat you. How about some meat?
Felix: …Alright. I owe you one. Just for today, I'll go along.
Sylvain: After we fill our stomachs, then we can go chat up some girls…
Felix: ……….
Sylvain: Just kidding, jeez, you're really short-tempered. Come on, let's go together, Felix!
Sylvain offered to treat Felix to dinner in their B-Support, and he got rejected. In the A-Support, he offered again, and Felix agreed because he owed him. Now, Sylvain offered to treat Byleth—even the male—to dinner in his Paralogue because he saved his life, and he owed him. So, that probably wasn't what he wanted to hear.
In Sylvain's mind, relationships were always transactional, and he was very suspicious over whether anyone really wanted to spend time with him. He even suspected that Felix came to give him the sweets just so he could set him up with a girl. So, he apparently tested Felix's intentions by suggesting they chat up girls afterward. Ya know, just to make sure they're on the same page and it's really a date. In light of what Felix intended to say, it's clear why he was upset.
Sylvain: ...Hey, uh, Ingrid. Training again today?
Ingrid: No, today I'm going to the city to buy supplies. Training comes afterward. Is there something wrong?
Sylvain: N-no, you're still as serious as ever, huh? Some things never change.
Ingrid: …What are you talking about? I haven't changed at all.
Sylvain: Y-yeah, you're right, haha.
Ingrid: …Hey, what's up, Sylvain? Did you eat something strange?
Sylvain: N-no, it's not that. Um… Have you found someone you like?
Sylvain was always smooth whenever he was flirting with girls. But in his A+ Support with Ingrid, he was incredibly flustered and stumbling over his words. He's a completely different person when he's really fallen for someone. Taken at face-value, the player would assume that he has fallen for Ingrid. And while that is certainly a valid interpretation, it actually isn't the only interpretation. He was particularly worried that she had been training a lot lately.
Sylvain: No, it's not like I'm flustered or anything. …I was just a little curious about the reason, that's all.
Ingrid: …The reason for the makeup, huh. What do you think it is?
Sylvain: Well… Is it because of a guy? If we're talking about someone you might like, going by your past tendencies… Felix…No, His Highness is also a possibility.
And the first person he asked about was Felix, due to Ingrid's history with Glenn and how Felix had changed to be more like him. But was it because he was afraid Felix would steal Ingrid from him? Or was he afraid Ingrid would steal Felix from him? While many people consider Ingrid the "canon" love interest for Sylvain, they deliberately left their A+ Support open to interpretation. I have no doubt that the writers preferred Felix as Sylvain's love interest, but they didn't want to make a gay pairing too obvious, so they left it open for Ingrid, too.
Sylvain: I've been given the opportunity for revenge. I won't waste it… even if it means stabbing each other to death…!
Regardless of which one you interpret as his love interest, Ingrid and Felix were the two most important people to Sylvain. If you do not recruit them in CF, they will die at Arianrhod, and Sylvain's dialogue changes in response during "Field of Revenge". The Japanese verb he uses "刺し違える" (sashichigaeru) literally refers to stabbing one another and killing each other.
Sylvain: Professor! Has it really been five years? We ought to raise a glass to the occasion. Celebrate your return. Nah, I'd rather commemorate it with your death.
Sylvain's CF arc is very interesting. He becomes like Miklan. The foreshadowing in his B-Support with Byleth was intended for this exact moment. He was so jealous of Byleth's ability to live freely that he wanted to kill them. And now he gets the chance. He doesn't care if he dies as long as he gets his revenge for his two friends. Sylvain felt like his parents only valued him for his Crest and his brother wanted him dead. But those two really loved him. He was so driven to kill Byleth in CF because s/he took everything from him.
Mercedes: You can't choose where you're born. It's like flowers not being able to choose where they bloom. Since we don't suffer from hunger or thirst, we can't complain even if the place is cramped. It's the same for both of us… We all have to bloom where we're planted.
Sylvain: It's true that flowers can't choose where to bloom. They can't go where they want to go until they die, and if the environment is bad, they will just wither away.
Because of the arranged marriage looming over his head, Sylvain felt like a flower with his roots firmly planted. He didn't feel like he could go where he wanted to go until he died.
Sylvain: Finally… I can go to the place where they are… I'm sorry, Your Majesty… I… will go ahead and wait…
Dimitri: Thank you, Sylvain. I will also… definitely go to where you all are.
And where did he want to go? To the place where Ingrid and Felix were. CF!Sylvain was relieved that he could finally join them upon his death, something that was sadly not included in the localized version. That line was especially relevant to his relationship with Felix because they promised to die together.
Sylvain: Me… disliking girls? Hahaha, no way, no way, not at all! I'm always serious when it comes to girls. I put my life on the line to woo them.
Dorothea: You should focus on one person and then say that. You only have one life, and usually, there's only one person you can love enough to stake your whole life on.
Sylvain has the fewest number of paired endings out of any student. Understandably, very few women would consider marrying him. Mercedes would in order to escape her arranged marriage, but she'd have to give up her dream. And Ingrid would because she loved him and thought she needed to take care of him or else he'd end up like Glenn. But she'd also have to give up her dream.
In his S-Support proposal, Byleth was not quite sure if Sylvain was being sincere because he was still using shallow words. And Dorothea did not trust him, either, because he had to propose to her at least ten times. And of course, Dorothea will marry pretty much any nobleman in the game to secure her future. Felix had no one pressuring him and nothing to gain from being with Sylvain.
Sylvain: Do you remember? We made a promise when we were kids. That we'd die together.
Felix: ...I remember.
Sylvain: So, you see, there's no way I'd die before you and leave you behind.
In English, "dying together" could be taken as platonic. Just brothers-in-arms or best friends. However, there's a cultural nuance to it in Japanese because that phrase is often used in a romantic context. It implies that they will not just die but spend their whole lives together. It was, in essence, a marriage proposal.
Felix: …Well, I suppose that's true. But I'm fed up with getting terrified like this. You shouldn't just fool around all the time. Take your training seriously for once. …If you end up carelessly throwing your life away, I won't be able to die with you.
Sylvain: Yeah, you're right. Once I'm healed, I'll try to be a bit more serious.
Felix uses the phrase "肝を冷やす" (kimo-o-hiyasu). It's an expression that literally translates to "cooling the liver" but figuratively means "to be frightened" or "to be scared stiff." It refers to the feeling of fear or nervousness that causes a person's body temperature to drop, often likened to a sensation of chilling one's liver.
Their entire Support chain was about how Felix never really changed. He always prioritized his training over hanging out because he was absolutely terrified that Sylvain would get himself killed and they wouldn't have a future together. After finally realizing this, Sylvain reaffirmed his childhood promise. He no longer wanted to die.
Sylvain: Anyway, I suppose you just said the things I usually say, right? Even if it's the same pick-up line, serious guys' words are taken seriously.
When Felix said Sylvain was frivolous in their C-Support, he used the word "不真面目" (fumajime). When Sylvain said he'd be more serious from now on, he used the word "真面目" (majime), which is the opposite. He also used this word in his Support with Dimitri. It means "serious" or "earnest" in English. It describes someone who is diligent, takes things seriously, and is sincere.
The "Sincerest of Knights" was not just saying that he would take his training seriously. He was also saying that he would take his personal life seriously. He wouldn't be frivolously going around picking up girls and telling them he loves them enough to stake his life on them anymore. Because he already found the one.
Sylvain: These five years, fighting and fighting… Finally, the tough times have come to an end. A new era is about to begin. …So, I thought it's about time I put an end to my own fate.
Byleth: Put an end to?
Sylvain: Yes. My fate is not determined by something like a Crest; it's determined by me… This is the first step towards that. Not someone trying to use my Crest, not someone decided by someone else, and not just a playmate…
Death is the arcana of transformation and typically refers to a need to start over by letting go of the past. It is about moving forward from outworn and outgrown ways of life. And that's what Sylvain's character arc was all about, regardless of whether he marries Byleth.
The term for "put an end to" is "けじめ" (kejime). It can be translated as "closure," "settling accounts," "bringing something to an end," or "establishing a clear boundary." It suggests that Sylvain is finally ready to confront his fear, establish firm boundaries with his father, and decide for himself who he forms intimate relationships with.
Sylvain: But our feet aren't roots. We can move ourselves and go where we want. If we navigate cleverly, we might not have to give up what we want to do. [...] I'm not trying to court you or anything like that. But if I, as the legitimate son of Gautier, were to propose to you… The other party would have no choice but to withdraw. It might sour our relations a bit, though. Afterward, you can do as you please. You can work at the church or become whatever you want.
Mercedes: But if you did that, Sylvain, you wouldn't be able to marry the person you love, right?
Sylvain: Hahaha, I'm not being serious about that.
Sylvain is a Gemini. Being the Twins, they'll flit from person to person to see what everyone has to offer, but once they commit, their lives are complete and whole. Because he and Felix made such a promise before the game even started, it suggests that they were both in love with each other, regardless of whether you go for their paired ending.
And if Sylvain already had someone that he wanted to spend his life with, but that he wasn't free to do so because they were the wrong gender to produce heirs, then it paints his behavior in a different light. His storyline was about forbidden love. He changes his behavior in Hopes because he realizes that he can go where he wants and doesn't have to give up on being with the person he loves.
Felix: I was raised to value strength above all else. Whereas you had a reason, an ambition, pushing you toward that hunger. So, tell me. What was the reason? Why were you driven to become so strong?
Not only is Sylvix the best relationship for Sylvain's growth, but it is also the best relationship for Felix's too. Felix was also a victim of Faerghus's patriarchal culture. He was taught to swing a sword before he could write and was raised with the motto: "Grow strong so you may live, and live to grow stronger".
Felix: It's like training with my brother. He always won—always—and died before I could win a single bout. From the first time I held a sword, all I wanted was to surpass him. And that's what drove me to become so strong.
Since Felix was a child, his main ambition in life was to surpass his brother, who he always lost to while sparring. And that sense of purpose continued to subconsciously drive him, even nine whole years after he died.
Rodrigue: …My eldest son was quite outstanding, you know. He was knighted at the age of fifteen.
Glenn possessed exceptional swordsmanship ability. Felix was probably so obsessed with surpassing his brother at swordplay because he was trying to earn the admiration of his father.
Felix: Sorry, but I'm not "Emile." And of course, I'm not your brother. Tch… It's so annoying being compared to someone else.
Mercedes: I'm really sorry… I'll be on my way then. …Oh, the tea refill is here. Please help yourself if you'd like. …Well, see you.
Felix: …I am me. Regardless of what anyone says, I'm not anyone else. …Isn't that right…Brother.
The English localization changed several lines in Felix's C-Support with Mercedes, giving it a slightly different meaning than the original Japanese version. The verb used by Felix is "重ねる" (kasaneru). It means "to pile up" or "to layer". Metaphorically, in this context, it conveys the concept of overlapping an image of one person with someone else, because they remind you of them. The Japanese version made it sound like "You're you, not anyone else" was something Glenn had to remind Felix often.
Shez: Is Dimitri really that much like his dad?
Rodrigue: Oh, yes, absolutely. Well, the late King was a bit more hot-headed, it seems… Compared to me and my son, they are spitting images of each other. See, we don't resemble each other much.
Shez: Yeah, you're really not very similar at all. Your looks aside, of course.
The concept of "kasaneru" played into Rodrigue's relationship with both of his sons. He had trouble viewing them as their own people, rather than just reflections of himself. He was very proud that Glenn took after him and disappointed that Felix did not. He also projected his own feelings onto Glenn. While it did seem like he chose to defend Dimitri to the death, he was not satisfied to die.
Felix: …Hmph. It's a waste to keep someone like you as a woman.
Leonie: Oh, come on. That's what's wrong with you. Strength has nothing to do with gender. It's because you underestimate your opponent that you fall into traps.
Felix: …Yeah, you're right.
I've seen some people accuse Felix of being a misogynist because of several comments he made to female characters. One comment was to Ingrid about finding a husband, which I'll get to later. Another was his comment to Leonie about being impressive "for a girl". His comment in Japanese is actually entirely different. He was saying that Leonie is so strong that it's a waste because strength isn't a trait that is appreciated or expected of females in Fódlan.
Felix was implying that her talents might be better suited for manhood. And she actually made him question that way of thinking. This Support showed how Felix was aware that some people don't naturally conform traditional gender roles and it would make their lives much easier if they were the opposite sex. Which is something he had undoubtedly thought about himself.
Felix: It's all well and good to remember the dead, but sentimentality will get you killed. All the tears in the world couldn't bring them back, after all.
Ingrid: You have always viewed the world in such stark terms. It might even be one of your strengths. But one day, you will learn that emotions and sentimentality are also a strength, not a curse.
Felix is a Pisces, which is considered one of the most feminine signs of the zodiac due to its association with sensitivity, intuition, empathy, and creativity. Pisceans are often described as dreamy, compassionate, and deeply empathetic individuals who are attuned to the emotions and needs of others. As a child, Felix was meek, innocent, clingy, and would cry easily. These are stereotypically feminine traits which would certainly not be valued in a strength-obsessed culture like Faerghus. And especially not in a boy.
Felix: I am tired of it. For years, I've been forced to be a "replacement" for the dead. I had an excellent brother. He was a splendid knight worthy of admiration… He's dead now. After my brother's death, his presence haunted me like a shadow.
The Mother Goddess archetype is a powerful and ancient symbol found in various cultures and mythologies around the world. It represents the qualities of nurturing, fertility, protection, wisdom, and interconnectedness. Some examples are Isis from ancient Egyptian mythology and Mother Mary in Christianity. Sothis was the embodiment of the divine feminine principle.
The one who embodied the divine masculine principle was Nemesis. He represented the Warrior Hero archetype, which embodies qualities such as courage, strength, and valor. Figures like Achilles in Greek mythology, King Arthur in Arthurian legends, and Beowulf in Anglo-Saxon literature exemplify the ideals of the Warrior Hero.
Despite being the most religious country, the actual values of Faerghus were much more aligned with the Warrior Hero than the Mother Goddess. The Crest of Fraldarius is associated with the Emperor arcana. It represents the divine masculine principle. As the replacement heir, Felix's patriarchal duty was to serve as the king's sword and shield. But he hated the ideals of chivalry.
Dimitri: Heh. You know, Felix, you really are growing more and more like your brother. Always so sarcastic, and constantly looking for a fight. But deep inside, more than anyone, you—
The concept of "kasaneru" factored into Dimitri and Felix's relationship as well. Felix's gruff personality was not the natural effect of puberty. It was the result of being forced into a role he wasn't suited for. He hated bloodshed. His first battle left him horrified and he needed to desensitize himself to cope. After losing his brother and becoming a squire, his naturally sentimental and meek personality changed to become more like his brother, "sarcastic and constantly looking for a fight". Stereotypically masculine traits.
Bernadetta: Felix, did you just smile? And it was a really big smile, right? Hehehe, it's like cracking open a tough nut and finding a sweet smile inside…
Felix: Tch… Don't get cocky, silly girl.
Bernadetta: Oh no, the shell closed!
Felix: …You've got guts to tease me like that. Seems like you really want to get in trouble.
The word Bernadetta used was "甘い" (amai). It is used for "sweet" and, just like in English, is often used to describe something that is sweet in taste or metaphorically sweet in demeanor or expression. In Japan, sweets are culturally coded as childish and feminine and liking meat is considered masculine. Did Felix truly not like sweets? Or did he just avoid them because of how they are perceived?
Bernadetta: Felix, please try this. This candy has a reputation for not being sweet.
(Normal) Felix: I refuse. Whether it's sweet or not, I don't like candy.
(Felix & Lysithea support level B reached) Felix: Candy, huh... If you say it's not sweet, should I take some?
It's worth noting that Felix will refuse to eat unsweet candy that Bernadetta offers him in their A+ Support. But he will actually give the candy a try if he has reached B-Support with Lysithea, after he tries her cake. And in their paired ending, he gives up the sword to spend to his life baking sweets with her. So, it suggests that he was just concerned with keeping up appearances.
Felix: If I were to die here, would you say something like you did when it was my brother? "That's the true end for a knight."
During World War II, ultra-nationalists popularized Yamato Nadeshiko as the female manifestation of Yamato Damashii. It is the term for an idealized Japanese man and refers to the traditional virtues and characteristics associated with him. These include loyalty, courage, honor, selflessness, and a strong sense of duty. This concept is deeply rooted in Japanese culture and history, reflecting the values upheld by the samurai class and other historical figures.
Dimitri: My closest friend was a knight who served the royal family. He was near to my own age, and I admired him greatly. But one day, I watched him die. He stood his ground and fought bravely, but his life was snuffed out in the blink of an eye all the same.
Ingrid: I always looked up to Glenn. He was the very picture of a perfect knight—noble and virtuous. In the end, he laid down his life—the ultimate sacrifice. I feel proud of him in ways that words can't quantify.
Rodrigue: To this day, I'm proud of Glenn. He gave his life to protect Prince Dimitri. If he had abandoned His Highness and fled, I don't know that I could have forgiven him… I would have been deeply ashamed.
Glenn was less a character and more an archetype. He represented the ideal man of Faerghus that Felix was supposed to aspire to be. Since he was a child, his purpose in life was getting strong enough to beat Glenn at sparring. He felt like he would only be valued if he became more like his brother. And after the Tragedy of Duscur, he felt like his father would only value him if he died.
Sylvain: The old Felix was really adorable, but what happened to make him like that?
(Best Answer): Say it's part of growing up.
Whenever Felix lost to Glenn at sparring, he would go crying to Sylvain. It is likely that Sylvain was the one person, other than Glenn, who made Felix feel appreciated for who he really was. Rodrigue, Dimitri, and Ingrid always talked about how admirable Glenn was. Sylvain always talked about how adorable Felix was and was sad about how he had changed. After losing his brother, Felix probably felt like his purpose in life was keeping his promise with Sylvain.
(If Byleth is male)
Felix: Having heard of your skills, I'm eager to meet you in battle. Come to the training ground later. There, you will show me what you're capable of.
Regardless of gender, Felix viewed Byleth as his personal rival, just like he did with Glenn when he was a kid.
(If Byleth is female)
Sylvain: Such benevolence is a sight to behold! I don't suppose you would care to join me for tea? We could discuss education…and marriage.
Felix: Control yourself, Sylvain. I have more important matters to discuss with our new professor. Come to the training ground later. There, you will show me what you're capable of.
Although, interestingly, it was Sylvain's marriage proposal that prompted him to challenge Female Byleth to a sparring match when she first became Professor.
Felix: …What. I thought it might be someone else, but it's you.
Byleth: Meeting someone?
Felix: I didn't have such plans. …I just wanted to come to a quiet place.
Felix skipped the ball. But he was already at the Goddess Tower when Byleth arrived. He said he just needed some quiet, but wouldn't the training grounds already be quiet on the night of the ball? In Japanese, it's clearer that he was actually expecting someone else instead of her. There's only one person he could possibly have had in mind. The person he made a promise with long ago.
Felix: You know the legend of the Goddess Tower, don't you? The one where vows always come true. It's so absurd it makes me feel like vomiting…but trying to believe in it might be amusing. Let's make a vow to the Goddess of Fódlan. I will… I will, someday, surpass you. I'll surpass your sword, your skills, and as a warrior, I'll defeat you.
Most of the students used the word "約束" (yakusoku) when referring to the legend. It means "promise". There were only a few who used the word "誓い" (chikai). "Chikai" conveys a stronger sense of commitment and means "oath" or "vow". It often involves a pledge made with deep sincerity and seriousness.
"Chikai" tends to carry a more profound emotional and moral weight than "yakusoku". Byleth rejected Sylvain's request to exchange vows. And her vow with Felix was quite unromantic. Before swearing his vow, Felix closed his eyes, which he also does in his A+ Support when he remembers his promise with Sylvain.
Byleth: What kind of vow is that?
Felix: What, unsatisfied? If you're looking for a romantic relationship, I'm sorry, but hit up some other man. Unfortunately, I've lived a life devoid of such things. Blades, blood, and battles. That's all I am.
Felix wasn't disinterested in love. He was disillusioned with love. After feeling unloved by his father and cheated on by Sylvain, he was trying to fill the void of love with strength. The only way he knew how to prove his worth to himself was on the battlefield. And that was the only sense of purpose he had left in life, anyway.
Felix: Once I decided to fight alongside you and the emperor, I was prepared. …Prepared to abandon my country, to strike down my father, and to kill a man I once called a friend. But… my sword feels a bit heavy.
I found Felix's character arc in CF very interesting due to the whole "rotten relationships" idea. Remember how it means "a bad relationship that cannot be cut even if you try"?
Dimitri: Felix… You killed Rodrigue… your own father.
Felix: I decided to cut down anyone who stood in my way. Even if it's my own father… Even if it's a friend I spent my childhood with.
Dimitri: I see. After this exchange… I have finally resolved to kill you.
When it came down to literally cutting Dimitri out of his life, CF!Felix was very hesitant. He had a sad expression during this dialogue. And it was the same when he fought Ingrid.
Sylvain: Hey, Felix… Remember back when we were kids? We promised we'd die together, didn't we?
Felix: ...Yeah, I remember.
Sylvain: So… Now, it's gonna be you and me, killing each other.
Felix: …Sorry, Sylvain. I'm gonna have to let you die first.
However, he showed absolutely NO hesitation killing Sylvain. In fact, he was even colder to him than he was to Rodrigue. Sylvain was clearly the real target of Felix's revenge in this chapter, not the boar. When Ingrid warned Sylvain that he was going to get stabbed if he kept cheating, it was probably foreshadowing for this moment.
Sylvain did not take CF!Ingrid's disloyalty personally and was not angry at her. He was just happy that her stubbornness hadn't changed. But he was very angry at CF!Felix. It was the betrayal he wanted revenge for. He specifically brought up their promise before expressing his desire to fight to the death. He was fully prepared to be stabbed to death, but he wanted to take Felix with him.
Rodrigue: Hmm. The dreams I held dear as a child have either already come true…or never will.
The Hero's Relic of House Fraldarius is the Aegis Shield, a reference to Greek mythology. It's likely no coincidence that Rodrigue's middle name is "Achille". He was probably inspired by Achilles, the warrior hero from the Iliad. Achilles' strong reaction to his childhood companion Patroclus' death is often taken as a sign that their relationship was possibly deeper than friendship. He lamented, "My dear comrade Patroclus has fallen—he whom I valued more than all others, and loved as dearly as my own life? I have lost him."
Rodrigue: No matter how much we grieve, the dead won't return. There's no way for them to hear our words. That's why their presence binds those living in the present like a curse. The more we cherished them, the more we become entangled and suffer… I'm not strong enough to scold His Highness for his foolishness.
Byleth: Even so…
Rodrigue: Yes. It seems scolding and getting them back on their feet is our duty as adults, isn't it? …Despite speaking so arrogantly, in the end, I am unfit to be an adult, aren't I?
When I first played AM and got to the scene called "Entrusting the Future", I assumed Rodrigue was still talking about Glenn when he lamented how the dead can't return.
Rodrigue: We both have a disposition where we can't just live without purpose. Both Felix and me. I lived to serve him, the late King Lambert… to support him as his right hand. Having lost the king I should serve, having lost the purpose of my life… I thought about what I should live for… And in the end, I made fulfilling our promise my new purpose.
Shez: A promise… What was the promise about?
Rodrigue: He asked me to admonish and correct his child if he ever strayed from the right path.
But after playing AG, there was another scene called "Entrusting the Future". And I realized he was actually talking about Lambert all along, not Glenn. AM!Rodrigue understood why Felix hated him for his comment about Glenn's death and he didn't blame him.
Dimitri: Every time I see the expression of longing on your face when you remember my father, there's always a thought that crosses my mind. I wonder if you wished to live and die alongside him.
Rodrigue: …Haha, you're overthinking it, Your Majesty. Despite appearances, I consider myself quite resilient. No, I didn't wish for my own death when Lambert passed. However… if it were to fulfill a promise with him, I believe I'd be satisfied to die.
The concept of "kasaneru" played a large role in Rodrigue's relationship with Dimitri. It was very telling that he decided that his new reason to live was not to help his surviving son get back on his feet, but instead keeping his promise to Lambert. Dimitri had strayed from the right path, but Rodrigue could not scold him. In VW, this enabling caused Dimitri to throw everyone's lives away at Gronder Field. In AM, when the consequences of Dimitri's actions came back to bite him, Rodrigue took the punishment on himself, stating how there are no sins or punishments on the battlefield.
Rodrigue: He left home on his own, and now… this foolish son of mine.
Felix: I have no intention of returning to you. Nor do I have any intention of returning to that boar.
Rodrigue: …When a child misbehaves, it's the parent's responsibility. Felix… right here and now, you'll die!
Yet Rodrigue said he would not have forgiven Glenn if he had run away at Duscur. He could not even forgive his own teenage son for an act of cowardice on the battlefield. And if Felix joins CF, he has absolutely NO problems punishing him with death. I could understand and empathize with Rodrigue more after playing AG. I don't think he was a bad person. But he was certainly a bad father. He valued Lambert's (and Dimitri's) life above all others, even his own. And even his own sons. And Felix could pick up on that.
Felix: So, the old man's dead…
Dimitri: Yes.
Felix: I'll cut you down. Prepare yourself, you damn boar!
Dimitri: Very well. Come at me, Felix!
There is unused dialogue that was apparently meant to be an alternate scenario based on whether Felix was defeated in Part 1 and was unrecruited in Part 2. I suspect much of his vitriol towards Dimitri in AM stemmed from jealousy over his father's affection. And because of him, he lost the chance to ever make up with his father. Their AM battle dialogue is the opposite of CF. This Felix had no hesitation cutting Dimitri out of his life violently and was prepared to die with him.
Felix: Sylvain, stand aside. My blade thirsts for his blood, not yours.
Sylvain: Then surrender already. I don't want to fight you, either!
Felix: …Sorry. That isn't up for discussion.
But he had no desire to fight Sylvain. Because they could not finish their Support chain, Felix could not reaffirm his promise and find a new reason to live. I'm sure Sylvain knew that he was throwing his life away by trying to kill Dimitri and he was desperate to stop him. It's hard to overstate just how much more emotional Sylvain sounded in the Japanese version. He really did NOT want to fight Felix.
Rodrigue: Remember when I told you about the time I acted foolishly and got myself into trouble? Lambert broke through enemy lines and told me, "Don't waste your life." Although he was covered in wounds, so it wasn't very persuasive, was it?
Dimitri: Haha, indeed. You two were truly good friends. I'm so envious of my father.
Rodrigue: Haha, saying that would only make my son jealous. He'd ask, "What am I to you?"
As a descendant of the hero Fraldarius, Felix was expected to have the same kind of bond with Dimitri that Kyphon had with Loog and Rodrigue had with Lambert. But I never got the impression that he did. In Hopes, he inherits his father's title and position as the king's right-hand, similar to his solo ending in Houses.
His duty was to act as the Shield of Faerghus, and that involved protecting Dimitri, primarily from his own suicidal recklessness. That was a role he played in Houses as well, but he was mainly protecting Sylvain from himself instead of Dimitri. That's not to say that Felix did not care for Dimitri's safety in Houses. He just delegated those duties to Byleth, like when he asked her to "cage the boar".
Sylvain: Be careful, will you? …Jeez, you've even got bruises on your neck. If something were to happen to you, we don't know what will become of Faerghus, do we?
Felix: I won't say it'll go smoothly without me, but I always assume I might die on the battlefield.
Sylvain: Seriously, Felix… if you were to disappear now, what would happen to Faerghus and His Majesty?
It did not seem like being the Shield of Faerghus gave Felix a true sense of purpose or a reason to live. Sylvain's appeals for him to survive because Faerghus and Dimitri needed him did not seem to be very effective. In Hopes, he was pretty nonchalant about dying on the battlefield, causing Sylvain to scold him for being reckless. It was the exact opposite of their Houses Supports.
Sylvain: You and me, we'll support His Majesty and Faerghus, by complementing each other's weaknesses.
Felix: …Yeah. Um… in the future too, I'll count on you. I hate to admit it, but I probably need you. Maybe. Besides… without you, everyone else would be insufferably gloomy.
Sylvain: I get it. You don't have to say it. I'll always be with you, no matter what.
In Hopes, Felix was there to help Dimitri get back on his feet, both literally and figuratively. But Sylvain was the only one he could ever lean on. Felix was raised to believe it was his duty to be a literal human shield. And that's why it meant so much to him that Sylvain would always protect him.
Shez: Well, you know, Sylvain, who always fights with you, ends up being swarmed by enemies...
Felix: …That's because every time, he boasts about taking charge with nonsense like "Leave it to me." Well, I believe he'd manage to get through any predicament, no matter how dire.
There was a change in Felix's C-Support with Shez. The localization stated that Felix would always get surrounded by enemies when fighting with Sylvain. But in the Japanese, it was the opposite.
Matthias: Rodrigue, fall back with the duke. The escape route is secured… Leave it to me.
Rodrigue: Matthias… What a fool. Make sure you come back alive. You must!
Matthias: It's been a while since I've fought to protect a friend's back. My blood is boiling with youthful fervor!
Claude: Risking your life to let allies escape, huh? That's the knightly spirit of Faerghus we admire.
When Matthias died in GW, he said he would be waiting for Rodrigue and Lambert on the other side. It's extremely similar to what Sylvain says when he dies in CF. And there were many parallels between Sylvain and his father in Hopes.
Felix: I can still stand… I can still wield my sword. I can still fight…!
Tch… With injuries like these, I won't withdraw…!
Sylvain: Felix! Stand down! Aww, look at you all beaten up… Leave this to us and fall back, okay?
Felix: Ugh… You better come back. If you're planning to die, I won't forgive you, Sylvain!
When Dedue is low on health during the SB battle at Ailell, Dimitri begs him to fall back because he cannot afford to lose him. But when Felix is low on health and can no longer stand, Sylvain is the one who comes to his aid. Rodrigue made it clear that he expected his son to fight to the death. But because of Sylvain he retreats. His future with Sylvain was the reason he chose to keep on living.
Sylvain: Ah… Felix. I'm glad you're safe.
Felix: You, always trying to protect me... Don't be reckless. Even though you're weak, you always, always...!
Sylvain: It's fine as long as you're safe. As long as you're alive, I…
Felix: You idiot! Don't joke like that. If you ever dare to die, I won't forgive you…!
It's more obvious in Japanese, but what Felix said to Sylvain at the Valley of Torment was almost the exact same as their A+ Support. Sylvain probably knew he was going to die, just like Matthias did in GW. He was fighting to the death as he avenged Ingrid. Even though he wanted to die together with him, if it came down to it, Sylvain was always content to sacrifice his life to let Felix live. He died as a true knight so that Felix wouldn't have to. Felix had the type of bond with Sylvain that he was supposed to have with Dimitri.
Felix: …Well, I was prepared for it to come to this. With Father… and also with that boar, we'll eventually have to part ways.
Felix did not want to become a knight for many reasons. In Japanese, he used the phrase "袂を分かつ" (tasuki wo wakatsu). It literally means "to separate the sleeves" and is often used metaphorically. The imagery evokes the idea of two individuals going their separate ways, often signifying a farewell or divergence of paths. That is his entire motivation if he joins CF.
Felix: For the past five years, I've been fighting under the emperor. …I've slain quite a number of enemies. Now, I must look just like that boar from back then. …It's the face of a cruel beast that revels in blood and violence.
But if he takes that path, he becomes the very boar he hated.
Felix: …He's dead. I heard he was beheaded… But… I didn't see his head. If, by some chance, he's leading that army…
Byleth: Are you truly ready to fight?
Felix: …Don't underestimate me. Even if it's him, I'm prepared to kill.
In VW, Felix suspected that Dimitri was still alive all along. But he still chose to stay with the Alliance.
Felix: …I never truly understood his hatred and anguish towards the Empire. If it were me…could I have saved him? Could I have… stopped him?
Afterwards, he wondered if he could have saved him from dying like a wild boar. Even if he had stayed with the Kingdom, it wouldn't have made a difference. Only Byleth would have been able to stop him. Felix would have just died pointlessly at Gronder like everyone else. But there was no way for him to know that. In both routes, he suffers from regret and wishes he'd died alongside Dimitri. He is a lost soul, who lives only for the sword and fights with a will to die.
Felix & Sylvain (Non-AM)
After the war, minor skirmishes continued throughout various regions in Fódlan. Felix, upon learning that there were battles still to be fought, chose to forsake his noble status and make a living as a swordsman. Over a decade later, he took on the role of a mercenary, and his employer turned out to be Sylvain, who had inherited the title of Margrave Gautier. The two of them were overjoyed to reunite, but their diverging paths meant that their fates would never intertwine further. After finishing his work, Felix left Sylvain's territory, embarking on another journey as a wanderer. It was a few years later when Sylvain received a sword that was unmistakably Felix's.
While Felix can eventually give up the sword and find some peace if he has a female partner, his paired ending with Sylvain is the single most tragic ending in the game. Despite having a chance reunion, Sylvain is unable to save him. While the reason for this is never stated, the Japanese ending offers a clue.
The phrase used in the Japanese ending is "道を違えた" (michi o tagaeta). It translates to "took the wrong path" or "strayed from the path." It implies making a mistake or deviating from the correct course of action, moral path, or intended direction. It emphasizes the idea of going astray or making an error in judgment.
Sylvain's arc was about realizing that his Crest did not decide his fate, he did. After Felix left him, he probably settled down with a random noblewoman, had children, and it was simply too late for him to start a new life with Felix. Because Felix went astray and chose an immoral path, it caused Sylvain to make a big mistake. Felix follows in Glenn's footsteps and dies alone, full of pain and regret. And I can't imagine that Sylvain's fate was any better when Felix's sword arrived on his doorstep. They can only be together in AM and their non-AM ending strongly emphasizes how that was the intended path for them.
Felix: Why did they die while I lived? …Even now, there's not a day I don't question. But I'm not as soft as you. I'll take my regrets to the grave. There are more important things to me now.
The localization did a faithful job with the Dimitri/Felix A-Support. It's just that, in Japanese, there was a line about how Felix would take any regrets to his grave. It was very similar to his A-Support with Rodrigue in Hopes. In AM, Rodrigue dies, and Felix never got to apologize for punching him. He even left a note in the confession box about that. But in Hopes, he could get closure with his father.
Felix and Dimitri's relationship was FAR from healthy. It probably would be much better for both of them to sever their rotten relationship once and for all and walk separate paths in life. And their A-Support was written with the idea that, if this was the final time Felix spoke to Dimitri one-on-one, that would be okay. He said what he needed to say and wouldn't have any regrets. Dimitri could sense his underlying compassion and was content to leave it at that.
Flayn: But isn't there a future beyond that where Felix can avoid taking lives?
Felix: …It's fine to dream of such a future, but I don't belong there. After all, I've been swinging a sword ever since I was born. ...Swordsmen are troublesome creatures. Fighting for peace, yet losing our purpose when peace finally arrives.
Flayn: …Haha, if that's the case, you need not worry. […] If you felt like you lost your purpose in life, surely you would find a new purpose. It's not like you to fear loss.
Felix: …...… You really are something, aren't you? Huh… I've never even thought about it. Maybe there is such a way of living after all. ...I'm starting to get interested. Perhaps swinging a sword for the future you dream of wouldn't be such a bad idea.
One way Felix resembled his father was that he couldn't live without a great purpose in life, and if he lost that purpose, he'd need something to fill the void. He needed a future to look forward to during peacetime. He was intrigued by the idea that one day he could chop wood, fruits, and vegetables instead of people.
Felix: A millennial festival? Talking about festivities at a time like this, you're as carefree as ever, huh…
Sylvain: No, no. While it's a celebration, it's also a political gathering where rulers from various countries gather. It wouldn't hurt to think about the future, right? You can't stay uninvolved either.
Felix: Well, that may be true. For now, focus on the battle at hand, Sylvain. If you die here, there won't be any millennial festival or anything.
Sylvain: Oops, a valid point! Well then, for now, I'll quietly prepare for the deployment.
Felix: Do that. Don't neglect your preparations and end up losing your life in some trivial place.
He wielded a sword because he was afraid of loss. Getting stronger would not fulfill him the same way a relationship could. His non-AM endings really emphasize the fact that the sword was just filling the void of a partner.
Felix: I find it easier to wield a sword than to hold a woman's hand.
But personally, I think he was the only gay character in 3H (well, other than perhaps his father). He got along well with women, but I was struck by how unromantic his paired endings with them were. He is the only man to propose to Byleth at the training grounds instead of the Goddess Tower. He spends a lot of time apart from her in their paired ending and is happiest exchanging swords instead of words when they actually do see each other. It felt more like he was replacing the loss of his brother through her than really being in love.
In his ending with Flayn, he continues to wield a sword as Dimitri's right-hand and only gives it up in favor of a quiet life on his estate when Dimitri dies. When he marries Mercedes, Bernadetta, or Dorothea, he becomes the king's right-hand and travels across Fódlan with Dimitri. He spends a lot of time away from Bernie. Dorothea has to accompany him on the battlefield to get quality time.
His ending with Leonie is not romantic and they just become drinking buddies. In his ending with Ingrid, he gives up the sword when he's injured and does not regret it. The only two female paired endings that don't mention warfare, swords, or knighthood are Annette and Lysithea. But it felt like he fell in love with singing, not Annette. And with Lysithea, she dies young and leaves behind her cake recipe.
Felix: You're not cut out to be a knight. How about you start seriously looking for a marriage partner?
Ingrid: …What's that supposed to mean?
Felix: Just as I said.
Ingrid: I understand that you dislike things like chivalry and knightly pride. Just because of that, you keep running away from your duty as the heir of the house… You have no right to speak so high and mighty.
In Japanese Felix did tell Ingrid to go find a husband, but he used the word "結婚相手" (kekkon aite) instead of "夫" (otto) which means husband. "Kekkon aite" refers to someone whom you are seriously considering as a potential marriage partner but may not be formally engaged to or married yet. He wasn't telling her to go find the next man to offer a huge dowry and immediately get engaged.
He was saying that she would be better off dating, finding a serious partner that she loves, and eventually getting married. He did not say this in a disparaging way. He didn't want her to end up like Glenn nor did he want her to blindly follow the orders of a king who he considered bloodthirsty. He genuinely thought that being a wife would be a safer and more fulfilling lifestyle than being a knight.
Dimitri & Felix
Dimitri formally succeeded to the throne of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus after his coronation, dedicating his lifetime to the governance and reform of Fódlan. Behind many of his achievements stood Felix, the Duke of Fraldarius, who sometimes acted as the king's right-hand man and at other times served as his advisor. Bound by a lifelong steadfast friendship, it is said that Felix mourned more intensely at Dimitri's passing than even the queen herself. The tale of their lives, akin to the legendary Lion King Loog and his sworn friend Kyphon, will be passed down through the ages as one of the stories that adorn the history of Fódlan.
In any case, Felix was projecting his own feelings onto Ingrid. If you pair her with Dimitri, it says she supported him as a wife and queen, but still insisted on fighting on the front lines in battle like a knight. If you pair Felix with Dimitri, it says he mourned the king's death more than the queen. Ya know, the wife. Chivalry promotes homoromantic social bonding among men.
Rodrigue had a wife and kids, but he devoted his life to a married (presumably heterosexual) man. He used his position as "sworn friend" of the king to fill the void of an actual gay relationship. He lost his reason for living when Lambert died. In this ending, Felix ends up following in his father's footsteps. I don't think that's a satisfying ending for him.
Dimitri/Felix: "彼らは生涯固い友情で結ばれ" means "They were bound by a lifelong strong friendship." This phrase emphasizes the steadfast and enduring nature of their friendship. The word "固い" means "firm" or "strong," implying a friendship that is resilient and unwavering.
Sylvain/Felix: "生涯無二の友であり続けた" means "They remained lifelong inseparable friends." This phrase emphasizes the unique and unparalleled nature of their friendship. The term "無二" means "unparalleled" or "incomparable," suggesting that their bond was extraordinary and unmatched.
I would also like to compare the descriptions of friendship in the Dimitri/Felix ending to the Sylvain/Felix ending. Both phrases convey a deep sense of friendship, but they emphasize slightly different aspects. Dimitri/Felix emphasizes the enduring strength and solidity of their bond. In terms of depth, Sylvain/Felix carries a stronger sense of exclusivity and uniqueness in their friendship.
The term "無二" was also used in Ingrid's AM paired endings with Ashe and Dedue. Her arc was about belonging to herself, not a man. She wanted to go down in history as a knight, not as a wife. For that reason, her paired endings with Ashe and Dedue in AM don't specify her marital status. But the writers still wanted to suggest that she and her male partner were possibly lovers. So "無二" was chosen to emphasize their inseparable bond.
Felix & Sylvain (AM)
Felix, who succeeded his deceased father Rodrigue as Duke Fraldarius, and Sylvain, who inherited the title of Margrave Gautier after his father's passing, both devoted their efforts to the restoration and prosperity of the Kingdom. Even amidst their busy days, their friendship never wavered. Felix would occasionally show up at the Gautier family's residence and insult Sylvain, and Sylvain, in turn, would visit the Fraldarius house frequently, solely to tease Felix. Throughout their lives, they remained inseparable friends, and there is even an anecdote that they coincidentally passed away on the same day.
In this ending, both men inherit their fathers' titles, but neither of them is forced to fulfill their unwanted patriarchal duty. Their bond is characterized by mutual devotion, not chivalry or bloodline. Their relationship effectively goes back to how it was when they were kids. Sylvain is free to go where he wants and spends his life with someone he loves, not just someone he can have Crest babies with. While he becomes a famous cheater in his solo ending, and a renowned lord in his others, here historians remember him most for his closeness with Felix.
Like Rodrigue, Felix wished to live and die alongside another man. When paired with most of his wives, he becomes the king's right-hand, a role that would require him to wield a sword and travel. But not in this ending. He stays in Fraldarius territory so he can be available for frequent surprise visits. Sylvain was his true purpose in life, and neither can live without the other. And to me, that is the ideal ending to both of their character arcs. The Shield of Faerghus died like a true knight. "The Shield's Successor" died like a true wife.
#fire emblem#fire emblem three houses#fe3h#sylvain jose gautier#felix hugo fraldarius#sylvix#fe3h meta#this is my otp from 3h#this meta is a doozy and looong#sorry i just had a lot of thoughts about them#and i really wanted to delve into their psychology#because they are such fascinating characters
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You Can't Deny(That Beast Inside)
Genre: Smut, minors dni
Pairing: Hybrid!Felix x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Hybrid!Felix is a golden retriever, Friends to Lovers, heat - Freeform, Breeding Kink, Mentions of pups and all the usual stuff that comes(haha get it lol) with a hybrid au, Dirty Talk, hints of Sub!Felix but its mostly Dom!Felix. He gets a little posessive and crazy but we love it
Notes:
bro i love hybrid au's. they weren't something id ever seen out of the kpop fandom, and ive been in a LOT of fandoms. i wonder why thier so specific to kpop
Felix, your best friend of ten years, your lovable Golden Retriever Hybrid who always smiles and makes time for you no matter what, your crush of so many years is avoiding you. It hurts your heart to admit it but it has to be true.
It started three days ago, when you texted him, asking him to come over for your weekly movie night. You received this in response:
“I'm sorry, I can't make it this week.”
He had never, ever skipped out on your weekly movie night.
You had asked if he was ok, and he had told you he was fine, just a little sick.
“Can I come over to help?”
You'd texted and promptly been shut down, rather harshly in your opinion. Fine, whatever.
Ok, so maybe Felix was sick and just didn't want to get you sick as well. You believed that until you saw him at the grocery store, perfectly fine. You marched over to him, intent on giving him a piece of your mind, but to your surprise, he had practically run away from you. Without so much as a greeting.
So you called Chan.
“Is Felix avoiding me?”
He coughed and stuttered out. “N-no of course not, why would you think that?”
Chan was a horrible liar.
“He ran away from me at the grocery store, and he won't answer my texts or calls.”
“He's just sick. It's not too bad, he just doesn't want to get you sick.”
You frowned, “If it's that bad, I should go over there—”
Chan interrupted you.
“No wait, he told us not to let you—”
“WHAT?”
“Wait name don't—”
That infuriated you beyond belief, so he was avoiding you huh?
You hung up, intent on giving him a piece of your mind.
Too bad for him, you knew his address. So you collected yourself and stormed over there, opening the door with the spare key hidden under the rocks by the porch. The house was silent when you entered, storming down the dark hallway you slammed on the lights, shouting at the top of your lungs.
“LEE FELIX.”
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Felix felt bad about ignoring you, every minute apart from you tore at his heart, and your sad face as he had all but run away from you at the grocery store haunted him every moment.
But it was for the best. He couldn't be around you when his heat was approaching, it wasn't safe for you. He felt tense as if any minute he could jump on you and take you, with or without your permission and he would rather die than ever mess up your friendship, even if he wanted you, had wanted you for years now.
Felix had resigned himself to being permanently stuck in the friend zone years ago, and yet he still hoped that one day, you would reciprocate his deep feelings for you, but he knew it was just wishful thinking.
It had started years ago, these urges, and every heat since then Felix had barred alone, accompanied by only thoughts of you. It was dangerous to be near you when he was so close to his heat, your scent tempted him constantly, the pretty sundresses you wore exposed the crotch of your panties when you bent down, and Felix had to do his best not to take you over the kitchen table, in front of all of his friends.
Even if he knew they would enjoy it(Probably a little too much for their own good.)his sense of possessiveness couldn't let the other see you like that.
But it had been worse lately. You had been babysitting your younger cousin, a baby of only two and Felix had watched in agony as you practically glowed with the baby. He couldn’t help imagining the child was yours and the hybrid side of him longed to put his pups into you.
He knew you would look so good all swollen with his pups, and that was when Felix realized his heat was approaching and he needed to get away from you before he did something potentially disastrous. So he had locked himself in his room, in constant agony and accompanied only by his vivid fantasies of you.
So when he heard your pretty voice, shouting his name at first he thought it was just his fantasies.
But the longer he listened, the more wrong it sounded. First of all, the tone was all wrong, you sounded furious and it was acconpanied by a loud slamming sound.
And then he smelled you, you're scent too fresh to belong to the small heap of your clothes he had been desperately sniffing. And then his kitchen door slammed and Felix realized you were here. In his house. Less than a wall was separating the two of you. Felix almost came right then and there, your scent overwhelming him as he humped desperately into the mattress, still fully clothed.
You were stomping around his house, shouting his name and Felix hurriedly pulled himself out of his fantasies and bit his hand so hard it started to bleed.
The sharp burst of pain cleared his hand for a moment and he hurriedly stood up, trying and failing to hide the bulge in his pants, before giving up and taking a deep breath, exiting his bedroom.
You were furious, he could tell as you laid eyes on him, marching right up and planting a finger in his chest. Felix held his breath desperately trying not to lose it as you yelled at him.
“Lee Felix, how dare you ignore me, your not sick—”
You were still yelling but all Felix could focus on was your pretty face, you looked so radiant when you were mad, and Felix would gladly get on his knees and worship you, let you step on his hard cock with your pretty feet or maybe you would slap him, and call him a pervert. He could be your good boy, he could do that. Or if you wanted he could beg you to sit on his face, he would gladly suffocate in your pussy.
That would feel like heaven.
Or maybe if he begged for it enough you would let him fill your pussy with cum, pumping his pups into you until you were nice and round and full, and—
“Felix! Are you even listening to me?”
Felix could help it, he let out a whimper. You frowned, finally taking in his flushed cheeks, his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead, his wrinkled clothes and most telling of all, the large bulge tenting the front of his gray sweatpants. Your eyes widened, and you stepped back hurriedly. Felix followed you, trying to be as close as possible to you, even if he knew he couldn't have you. You frowned, your back hitting the wall, and parted your pretty lips, asking him a question.
“Felix? Are you in Heat?”
Felix pressed against you, and buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent in large gulps, trying his best to memorize it before you ran out of the house in disgust.
You shivered a little and Felix groaned as he smelt the sweet smell of arousal emanating from between your thighs. The strings holding his sanity were thin, too close to snapping as you thrashed against him, rubbing your thighs together. You shuddered and ground out a question.
“Felix? Do you need help? I can get someone—”
“No…”
He moaned out, his voice rough and deep and you whimpered. “Only want you, please…”
His tale swished back and forth, the soft yellow fur catching on your leg and you moaned as his pretty hands gripped your thighs desperately. “You…want me?”
The question came out haltingly, your brain muddled and overcome with arousal.
Felix nodded against your neck. “Only wanted you, always. I love you.”
You gasped at the admission, your heart full, even as your empty pussy pulsed.
Felix whined against you, the scent of arousal driving him nearly insane. He was about to tell you to leave, you needed to leave before he lost it and fucked you against the wall, but then you grabbed him by the collar, dragging him into his room and shoving him onto the bed.
“I love you too, Felix.”
He whimpered as you pulled off your shirt and skirt, your panties and bra hitting the floor. He made quick work of his clothes, and you stared greedily at his cock, gulping.
You realized that Hybrids had, um, bigger dicks than humans, but you had never realized how truly big he was. Just the sight of it made your mouth water desperately, and another time you would have loved to have your mouth on it but right now, you just wanted it inside you, spearing your insides and rendering you nearly dumb.
You could tell Felix wanted the same, even as he waited patiently for you, you could see his impatience in how his hands gripped the sheets, ripping holes and he desperately held himself back, trying to not look too desperate. His tail was wagging back and forth, at an embarrassing rate and all he could see was you. He couldn't believe this was even happening.
After years and years of deserted hopes and dreams of you, he tried to hold on to as he woke to a cold empty bed, you were finally his, not Chans, not Jisung's, his mate.
Felix could smell your arousal scenting the air, and the sight of your naked body was just too much for him. He was about two seconds from just jumping on you and taking you against the floor but thankfully, you ceased his torture and moved on top of him gracefully, lining your entrance up with his tip.
You were tempted to tease him, he looked too cute with that desperate look in his eyes, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving up and down with the effort of restraining himself, but you didn't know if you would last, your arousal driving you nearly insane with want. So you spared him, easing down slowly on his cock, taking him one inch at a time.
He was big, and the stretch was slightly painful but the pain only served to turn you on more, and when you looked down, and saw that only half of him was inside of you, you felt yourself tighten around him. Felix knotted his hands tighter in the blankets, letting you take your time. You felt so good, so tight, the hot walls of your pussy fluttering around him and your pretty moans filling the air.
Felix still half believed this was a dream.
It took a lot of time, but finally, he was fully inside of you. You felt stuffed, unbelievably full as he pulsed inside of you, and you nearly came there and then as you looked down, noticing the bulge denting your stomach.
Felix was almost gone by now, his hybrid side so close to taking over and all he could think about was fucking you full of his pups, filling his precious mate up completely, and fucking you until you were moaning and screaming dumbly on his cock.
Before he was completely gone, he made sure to grip your face, turning your eyes to his own.
“Can I let go?”
You shuddered, and leaned in, kissing him gently. “Yes, Felix. I'm yours.”
And with those words he was gone.
He lunged forward, gripping you close to him and he pounded your pussy desperately, moans and whimpers filling the air and mixing with your own. He set a ruthless pace, his thick cock felt like it was rearranging your internal organs with each thrust and you didn't think you would ever be able to go back. He had quite literally ruined you for another man.
“Your mine, m-my mate. The others cant have you.”
At the mention of the others, you almost stopped him, but his words were slurred and desperate, and his possessive nature turned you on. You could almost feel your thoughts slipping away like he was fucking them out of you.
“Oh Felix, y-yes I'm y-yours…” you interrupted yourself with a loud moan as Felix picked up his thrusts, humping into you with wild abandon.
This desperate, possessive side of your Felix, who was always sunshine and smiles was new to you. It turned you on beyond belief. You could feel your high coming, feel the tense knot in your groin as Felix fucked you closer and closer to completion. You could feel his thrusts stutter as well.
You tried to warn him. “Felix, ‘m c-coming!”
He mumbled out more nonsense, interspersed with desperate moans as he sucked possessive hickeys into your neck.
“Make sure the o-others know your mine…fill you up with my c-cum, breed my pretty mate full of my pups…”
His hand makes its way to your clit and you scream, fingernails leaving large scratches on his back.
His thrusts turn sloppy and he ruts into you desperately, his moans mixing with yours.
“So pretty, always been so p-pretty, and n-now you're mine.”
You whimper, gripping his shoulders tightly. Your high crashes over you, and you clench around Felix's cock, he stutters, shoving inside you one more time, and moans as he cums. You feel his knot swell inside you, locking his cock inside you as he cums and the extra stretch makes you orgasm a second time, clenching around Felix as he lets out an especially raspy grunt.
He seems to cum and cum, his hand making its way down to your clit, and he rubs circles into it, prolonging your orgasm. You pull him down, sealing your lips as his cum pumps into your stomach. The kiss is all teeth and tongue and as your orgasm finally dies down, Felix’s still hard cock lodged in your stomach you feel beyond exhausted. Felix collapses on top of you, kissing your neck.
He hugs you fondly, his voice almost shy as he asks you, “Be my girlfriend?”
You giggle a little, how is this the same man who fucked you ruthlessly into the bed and still has his cock lodged inside you. You can tell he's pouting against your neck so you put him out of his misery, wrapping your arms around his naked back. “Oh course Felix.”
His cock is still hard inside of you, and you can feel yourself clench around him. He sounds almost cocky as he teases you. “Are you ready for more, Baby?”
You slap his back. “How long do heats usually last?”
He smirks, pulling away as his hands and planting a chaste kiss on your lips.
You wiggle, clenching around him.
“About a week.”
You moan as he flips you around, entering you again from the back even as his cum drips down your thighs, wetting the bed below you. You're in for a long week.
originally posted on ao3 on 2023-06-04
reposted on ao3 on 2023-06-08
#stray kids x reader#lee felix x reader#skz smut#smut#stray kids smut#felix lee#hybrid au#skz hybrid
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I can’t get enough of the Yandere Dazai content like this is at least the 5th time I’ve read Realisation and Pt2 Headcanons 😍😍😍
Can you imagine Kunikida seeing the relationship and being too nervous to strangle or confront Dazai over it? Or Ranpo knowing and dropping hints to the others to try and get Dazai to back off a bit? Like
Ranpo: hey Yosano, don’t you think Y/N is better with _______ than Dazai?
Yosano: *agrees in protective aunt figure
Dazai: *realizes what’s going on and tries stopping it without Y/N noticing
Haha, thanks so much for the support you give me ❤
I really love this ask, it gave me instant inspo.
I also ended up spending a little too much time on Ranpo. Oops. He's my favourite, I can't help it.
(These headcanons are related to this post.)
♧ When you and Dazai first arrived to the ADA, you were a total mystery to all the members.
♧ The only thing they knew about you two was that Dazai was your mentor before joining them.
♧ Well, that's all everyone but Ranpo and the Director knew.
♧ The Director had to know of your past to give you approval to join the agency in the first place, so that was a given.
♧ Ranpo though?
♧ Well, he knew at first glance of course.
♧ He was (no, is) the greatest detective known to man, after all.
♧ He also knew about your little relationship with Dazai...
♧ It was... a cause for concern, to say the least.
♧ However, the detective decided to give Dazai a chance to redeem himself, he had turned over a new leaf after all...
♧ ...except that- no; no he didn't turn over a new leaf.
♧ He continued being forceful with you, feeding you with so much unwanted affection that you would burst from the seems.
♧ He, by no means, made it obscure that he had some sort of relationship with you that didn't lean towards platonic.
♧ How else was he supposed to lay claim on you with such a new threat to his place?
♧ You see, the Agency members slowly grew more fond of you as time went by.
♧ You would always help Kunikida with organising his schedules whenever Dazai ruined them again.
♧ You would go on a supply run for medications Yosano asked you to get and sweets Ranpo desired almost 24/7.
♧ You would also go out with the siblings and Kenji whenever you found the time to.
♧ A total sweetheart.
♧ Unfortunately for Dazai, that meant many inconveniences.
♧ Unlike the Port Mafia members, the ADA members don't know how to mind their own business.
♧ Ranpo was always tugging on you whenever you had some alone time with the brown-haired male, demanding you for your attention and even going as far as to ask for cuddles.
♧ Cuddles!
♧ Who the hell does he think he is?! Your boyfriend?!
♧ HE'S NOT!
♧ DAZAI IS!
♧ And damn does it boil his blood when that stupid man-child goes up to his equally-as-stupid best friend and asks her that same damn stupid question.
♧ "Hey Yosano, wouldn't Y/N make a better match with me than Dazai?"
♧ Like hell you would!
♧ It's so goddamn annoying not being able to strangle members of your Agency.
♧ Don't even get him started on that dumb doctor.
♧ Always narrowing her eyes at him when you were nearby, watching him like a hawk and having the audacity to call it being protective over you.
♧ Now, Ranpo noticed the little tics that would overcome Dazai whenever things like these would happen.
♧ The way his teeth would grit when you were approached for a conversation longer than 2 seconds.
♧ The way he would bite the back of his pen in agitation when you would offer to help someone that wasn't him out.
♧ They way he would casually wrap an arm around your waist when someone even thought of tapping you on the shoulder.
♧ It was very concerning behaviour.
♧ As someone with a strong moral compass, he couldn't just sit by and do nothing.
♧ He also couldn't necessarily challenge Dazai face-to-face.
♧ While the ex-mafia member may not have been as smart as him, he certainly beat him in terms of athletic prowess.
♧ Ranpo had to go about this smartly.
♧ Luckily enough, 'smart' was his middle name.
♧ Unluckily though, Dazai wasn't exactly an idiot.
♧ He knew Ranpo was provoking him and trying to get him to lash out so the Director could get him locked up.
♧ He knew.
♧ So he kept quiet.
♧ After all, actions speak louder than words.
♧ All he needed to do was a bit of a tug on your arm towards him and you, being the good girl he trained you to be, instantly returned to him.
♧ All the while, being completely oblivious to what was going on around you.
♧ As always intended.
#bsd dazai#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd ranpo#ranpo edogawa#bsd rampo#yandere male#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere#female reader#armed detective agency#bsd yosano#bsd kunikida#yandere dazai#yandere dazai x reader#dazai x reader#x reader#.realisation
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Nanny // Eddie Munson x Y/N
A/N: Didn't think I'd ever write a ST story but here we are. @eddie-munsons-sweetheart
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader
Word count: 549
Summary: It's so short I can't even write a summary to not spoil anything haha
WARNINGS: none
Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. It’s really motivating <3
"One more minute, and I leave." You thought to yourself, looking at the watch. You promised your mom you'd pick up Dustin from the Hellfire Club meeting, but you were so done waiting for him and his friends. "He owes me this time." Your leg's been stomping every second in impatience.
You glanced at the minute hand, ready to leave just when the club's door opened rapidly. The group of people flooded the school corridor with your little brother ahead, too excited to even notice you.
"Ekhem." You grunted loudly. "Dustin!"
"Hi, Y/N!" Dustin, Mike, and Lucas greeted you at once. Oh boy, they were so coordinated.
"Do you realize how long I've been standing here? It was supposed to end half an hour ago!"
"We had to finish the campaign, and it was so-"
"I don't care. We're running out of time." You interrupted him. "I promised to give you three a ride home, so let's go."
"Why so eagerly? Late for the date with Andy?" Dustin wiggled his eyebrows with a significant smile.
"No, I'm tired. That's all." You sighed. "And don't even mention this douche, ew."
As you sprang from the wall and turned to leave, you heard another voice, much more mature yet with a hint of silliness.
"Yo, Dustin. Didn't know you had a nanny."
You probably wouldn't react but being called nanny for the first time in your life made you feel like ripping out your guts. However, you didn't even have time to open your mouth. Your brother jumped into the conversation as his pride was visibly hurt. "She's actually my sister."
"Oh, that's a surprise, Henderson." The man with dark, soft-looking curls stepped into your tracks, making you stop.
"I. Just. Want. To. Go. Home." You repeated in your head like a mantra over and over again. "And why is that?" You asked, looking into his eyes. Oh, they were mesmerizing. You were drowning in their pitch dark abyss for a while, and you didn't want to scream or ask for help. No, quite the opposite. You let yourself sink.
"Well, I didn't think he has a sister and, on top of that, such a beautiful one." There was a bit of mischief behind his smile.
"Smooth talker, are you, Eddie Munson?" You could feel your brother's stare grinding into your head as he probably thought, "what the hell is happening?".
"Lovely lady knows my name?"
"Oh, how could I not? Although, I must say I'm a little disappointed. Everyone thinks you're a pure devil, but I don't see any horns. Such a shame." A playful smile appeared on your face.
"If you're interested, I can show you them someday."
"Woah, Woah, Woah!" Dustin stepped in between you two. "You. Him. Gross. Stay away from my sister. Now goodbye." Your little brother grabbed your hand and dragged you to the exit, with Mike and Lucas following you and laughing in the background.
"Can I at least know your name?" Eddie shouted after you.
Before your brother pushed you through the doorstep, you yelled, "Y/N!". You couldn't see Munson anymore, but he was thankful for that. The smile that appeared on his face was never so big, and he wouldn't want you to see this side of him. Not yet, at least.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson imagine#stranger things 4#stranger things fanfiction
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HIII WELCOME BACK 🫶🏽 can you write a pt 2 to the enemies/one bed blurb with “I've been waiting for you to come to your senses.” from the I want you list? I want to see the ~to lovers~ part of mat and reader haha
thank you & I adore you!!! hope you’re well 💓
a lot of you wanted the "to lovers" part of the enemies to lovers blurb I did before so consider this the ~ to lovers ~ portion. please excuse just the hint of possible toxicity/possessiveness, I have been "in a mood" lately, shall we say.
I want you prompts w/ mat barzal
You can't help but blink in surprise when a second plate of wedding cake is slid in front of you, and when you turn to look at where it came from, you're even more surprised to see that it was Mat who gave it to you.
You raise a brow at him, gesturing toward the cake with your chin. "I see you're trying to poison me now."
Mat offers you a bored expression in return. "I saw you give your slice of cake to one of Ethan's cousins so he could have a second piece, and I don't want mine."
You glance at the cake one more time, and frown. "But it's Chantilly Cake?"
"Great to know your eyes work," Mat bites out, pushing your fork closer to the plate of cake.
You ignore his venom, pushing the cake back toward him a little. "I thought Chantilly Cake is your favorite."
He blinks at you then, all the heat and spitfire dissipating in a matter of milliseconds. "How did you know that?"
"Lenasia told me that when she and Ethan went cake tasting that he told you about the flavors and you kept pestering him to pick Chantilly over the White Chocolate and Raspberry. He said you were only telling him to pick it because it was your favorite and that not everyone liked White Chocolate Raspberry because it was too rich."
Mat blinks, then schools his expression, pushing the plate back to you and turning his body back toward the rest of the wedding reception. "Eat it, you've had three glasses of champagne and only one glass of water the entire night."
There's an argument at the tip of your tongue, but then Mat's words register in your head, and he's...he's actually right. But still, you're not sure how he would have noticed, since the two of you had been running around like crazy people for most of the day as best man and maid of honor to make sure Ethan and Lenasia's special day had been perfect.
Without another word, you dig into the cake, taking happy bites and savoring the sweet fruit and cream filling until the cake is gone. Mat stays seated next to you the entire time. When a waiter passes by with a tray of waters, Mat grabs one and places it in front of you.
When he does, he glances at you, then the corner of his mouth quirks up in a small smile. "You've got Chantilly cream," he says, gesturing to his mouth.
You move to wipe it, but before you can even lift a finger, Mat raises his hand, using his thumb to wipe at your bottom lip. The pad of his finger is gentle as he goes, and it feels like it happens in slow motion, his eyes tracking his finger the entire way.
Your own eyes stay glued to his face, taking note of how his pupils blow out wide as he focuses on his task, and how they seem to glaze over when he brings his thumb to his lips, sucking the cream off and locking his eyes with yours as he does, his gaze completely steady the entire time.
Whoa.
Butterflies suddenly fill your stomach in a rush, and a small shiver trails down your spine, making the silk of your maid of honor dress suddenly feel uncomfortable.
Flashes of the last few months leading up to the wedding flood your mind.
Sharing the same bed for the weekend of Ethan and Lenasia's engagement party. Mat threatening to make himself the last man on Earth because of your sworn resolution, him consistently destroying the pillow wall between you at night as he dreamt, how a few times after his destruction you could have sworn that he reached for you or called your name in his sleep.
Each day of the trip, he let you shower first in the morning or at night, and always made a point to make sure he turned the brightness on his phone all the way down so you could go to sleep easier when he planned on staying up later to scroll through social media.
Still, you had bickered the whole weekend, so all of those small moments had been tampered down and labelled "irrelevant" with how much of a pain in the ass he'd been the whole time.
Even as wedding preparations continued, with fittings, Ethan and Lenasia's bachelor and bachelorette parties, up to the rehearsal dinner, you'd bickered like normal.
But you were starting to recall having those...softer...moments in between, and you'd even wager they'd happened more often than they used to.
At that second, with you staring at Mat, watching him lick his lips as if to chase the taste of you, all of those moments started to add up.
Like today, he'd been nicer than usual, helping you with the train of your dress, holding your bouquet for you when you needed both your hands to help with something, making sure you had tissues ready in case you felt like you were going to cry.
During his speech as best man, he'd cracked a couple of jokes, and each time, you remember thinking how it felt like he kept looking at you after each punchline, almost as if he was checking to see that you were laughing. You'd chalked it up to him checking with Ethan and Lenasia that he was doing well, but now...the cake, the little stunt he just pulled...
"Oh my god," you murmured, tearing your gaze from his lips and staring into his eyes. "Mat...do you..."
He laughs once, like he's offended at your inferring tone. "I've been waiting for you to come to your senses."
And that's an admission if you'd ever heard one, but you're not the type to mince words, and you need to hear him say it. Word for word. Just so you know you’re not crazy for thinking it.
You clear your throat. "So, you actually..." like me, is on the tip of your tongue, but you know for a fact that if you say 'like,' Mat's going to tell you that's not the right word, and you don't know if you're ready to hear him admit it, or admit it to yourself that this is what that is.
Mat smirks. "You can say it, Sunshine, neither one of us is going to burst into flames if you do."
You can feel your nostrils flare, instinctively ready to be on defense like normal, but none of that heat is present in your voice when you say "Do you actually though? I mean...since when? Why? All we do is fight!"
He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "That's our thing though. It doesn't bother me at all since I'm fighting with you." When you scrunch your nose, he laughs. "What? You don't like fighting with me, Sunshine? Don't like it when I rile you up?"
Now that he's mentioned it, you realize that yeah, you actually do like it.
And you've looked forward to it, too. Every single time.
God dammit.
"You've been doing it on purpose." You realize, staring at him in disbelief.
Who the hell is this guy?
Is this really the same Mat you've called a dozen names in your head? The same one you felt a prickling sense of irritation for every time you saw his face?
But was that irritation, or was it actually attraction?
He licks his lips, nodding at your statement and confirming it to be true. "Only way I could guarantee you would talk to me."
Alright.
Definitely attraction.
That makes you laugh a little. "You couldn't have just asked me to dinner like a normal person?"
Mat scoffs. "You and I both know if I asked you to dinner when we met you would've turned me down in a heartbeat."
"When we met?" You parrot back in disbelief.
When you'd met Mat for the first time, it had been during the days that he and Ethan played for the same team in Juniors, and Lenasia had dragged you to a game. You'd met up with Ethan afterwards, and he'd introduced you to Mat. At the time, Mat was definitely a little bit more arrogant, cocky, so he's probably right in assuming you would have turned him down.
But that was...that was over ten years ago, and now-
"You've..." liked me? Loved me? "Ten years, Mat?"
He looks smug. "What can I say? I'm a one-woman kind of man."
"You've definitely dated other people." You point out, remembering a few girls coming in and out of your lives.
"None of them were serious though, they weren't-"
"If you say 'they weren't you,' I'm going to stab you with this fork."
To your surprise, he sits up in his chair, scooting it closer to you and leaning forward a little. "Better stab me in the heart if you want to let me down easy, Sunshine."
Oh.
Oh shit.
He's actually serious.
"Must you always resort to murder?" You tease.
His expression doesn't waiver. Instead he offers a slightly shy smile, eyes soft around the edges. "I'm particularly fond of the phrase 'till death do us part,' if that's alright with you."
As his words sink into your bones, you quietly tell him, "I'm not going to stab you, Mat."
At first you're not sure he's heard you over the music playing from the DJ, but the bright, happy smile that spreads on his face assures you that he's heard you loud and clear.
Suddenly, the song the DJ's playing ends, and he gets on the microphone, saying "The bride and groom would like to invite all the couples in the house to the dance floor to share this moment with them."
Mat stands without a second thought, holding his hand out to you and gesturing toward the dance floor with his head. "That's us Sunshine, let's go."
"If this is how you're asking me, then-"
"I'm not asking," Mat says, tone just as serious as the day he swore he could make himself the last man on Earth. "I gave you Chantilly Cake, and I don't share that with anyone. There's no asking anymore, Sunshine. Not now that you know."
"What if I don't want to?" You push, half teasing, half serious.
Mat's playful expression is replaced by a serious look, one you've only seen before once he touches the ice. "You can fight me as much as you want till we're old and gray, Sunshine. Just not on this."
He shakes his hand, urging you to take it.
You hesitate for the briefest moment, slightly afraid and worried that someone is going to pull the rug out from under you at any second, that they'll tell you that this is just a dream or that this is all just a prank.
But you look at Mat, really look at him, and you know he meant every single word.
Carefully, you place your hand in his, and Mat takes that as the only answer he needs before he leads you out to the dance floor. As you go, you don't miss the looks the other bridesmaids, groomsmen, and even Lenasia and Ethan throw your way.
Once you find your spot on the dance floor, Mat places your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your waist, pulling your closer to him as a ballad plays and you both start to sway to the melody.
"People are staring," you point out.
"I get stared at all the time."
You frown a little. "I don't."
"Yes you do," Mat counters. "I stare at you all the time, you just haven't noticed."
Clearly.
It seems that you hadn't noticed a lot when it came to Mat.
"They're gonna stare at you even more when it's our turn to do this whole thing." He continues, and your eyes cut to his.
"You're required to actually ask me before that happens. Give me that, at least."
He sucks his teeth. "That's one demand so far, Sunshine. I'm only giving you five right now so you can hurry up and enjoy our first dance together. So if you've got anything else on your list of demands, you should list them now."
You opt in to play his game pretty easily, to your own surprise. "I'm old school, so I'd like it if you asked my parents for their blessing first."
Mat smirks proudly. "Your parents love me, so that's an easy one. Anything else?"
You roll your eyes, because unfortunately, he's right. "You'd better be getting down on one knee when you propose."
"I've got no objections to getting down on my knees for you, Sunshine. Spice up the list a little bit."
Little shit.
You attempt to throw him a curveball and say "I want at least three kids."
He widens his eyes playfully. "Kids already? You're moving a little fast for me, but I'm all for it."
You take his teasing in stride and attempt to throw him another curveball. "I demand we keep the pillow wall."
The curveball is a success when he immediately frowns. "Absolutely not. I hated that fucking thing."
"I like feeling secure in my sleep," you say, flashing him a sly smile.
Mat squeezes your waist playfully. "I can be plenty secure. No pillow wall."
You shrug, securing your arms a little tighter, fingers beginning to gently play with the hair at his neck. "Fine, no pillow wall."
"Glad we can agree on something. Last demand for the evening, Sunshine. What'll it be?"
"You have to kiss me."
It's a dare, a joke, and a slightly serious ask all at the same time.
There's a small pause on Mat's part, the ballad you've been dancing along to filling the silence, and then he takes you by surprise yet again, leaning his head down and capturing your lips in a kiss.
Your eyes flutter shut almost automatically, chin tilting up as you raise up on your toes a little. His lips are soft, and he kisses you like he's been doing it every day for the last ten years - naturally, earnestly...
Lovingly.
"I hope you know I'm telling this story at your wedding, too."
You and Mat split apart, a guilty look on your face with a smug look on Mat's as you both turn to where Ethan and Lenasia are beside you, Ethan gently rocking Gracie in his arms.
"If I didn't love you so much and if I wasn't so happy for you both right now, I'd accuse you of upstaging the bride." Lenasia teases, absolutely beaming at the two of you.
"Would you be particularly angry if the best man and maid of honor left your wedding reception early?" Mat asks, and you swat him on the arm.
"Mathew!"
The three of them ignore you, the bride and groom hugging you both goodbye for the night.
"Thank you for being here for me through all of this," Lenasia tells you, squeezing you tight. "Allow yourself to enjoy your time with him, okay? No fighting."
You smile, feeling heat creep up your cheeks as you move to hug Ethan, who shocks you even more by saying "He really loves you, you know."
All you can do is nod, and when you turn back to Mat to see his hand held out for you again, this time, you don't hesitate.
You take it immediately, and follow him out of the reception hall.
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Family discussions
Summary: Veneer tries to convince Velvet to free Floyd so he doesn't die, it doesn't go well.
A/N: Well I saw that @estelle-skully proposed this fic idea in her Velvet and veneer headcanons so here I did it! I hope you like it 🩷 this is a tickle fic!
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Velvet and veneer had just finished they night concert and had returned to the studio, where he saw that after the show Floyd was completely exhausted.
Floyd had been stuck in the perfume bottle for far too long, it was taking a large toll on his physical condition.
Veneer noticed that he was a little pale and felt a hint of guilt, then he looked at Velvet next to him, maybe... If he could convince her that he could released him after a while it might work...?
"Uh... Sis? I think we have been using him far too much... I was wondering if we could perhaps.. take a break and release him?"
"Take a break?" Velvet glanced at his brother with raised eyebrow.
"a Break? We are still very early to peak! We’ve been on fire recently It would be unwise of us to take a break" She chuckled.
Veneer seemed worried, but she had a point. He tried to counter her but could not bring himself to deny what she was saying.
"I know, I know... But I just worry that we have been using his singing ability too much... We are sucking its energy out of him, sis..."
Still giggling, she rolled her eyes. “Oh please, his voice is still in good health. He’ll be fine."
“Let’s not overthink it okay? Let’s just enjoy the moment and milk it out while we’re still here”
"But-"
veneer was now interrupted by velvet.
"But nothing, Don't try to argue with me, I hear one more word and you will regret it" Velvet said this as she was now annoyed by his brother.
Veneer stayed silent, his sister had a temper and He did'nt want his sister to be so angry with him, however...
"Still, I-"
he couldn't finish his sentence as Velvet pounced on him.
"What did I tell you about even one more word? I guess I'll have to apply methods from when we were children, my dear brother." She said moving her fingers in anticipation.
Oh boy... Not this again...
"NO! Don't do it sis, PLEASE-"
Velvet smiles as she grabs his sides and started tickling him
"You know the rules. Never argue with me"
Veneer's eyes widened as he let out a laugh and tried to push her away from him.
"ah! stop it! Stohohohop it! You knohohohow I'm weak to this!" He laughed.
Velvet chuckled as she continued to tickle his sides as his brother started to struggle
“Aww come on! It's just a bit of tickling! Don't be such a baby!”
Ah! Hahahaha! S-Stop... Hehe... That tickles!" Veneer giggled.
"Please! Hahaha ! You know I can't hehehelp but laugh when you do this to mehehe! Hahaha! Stop it!"
She smirk "Awwww does it? Does it really bother you that much?~"
She continued to tickle him as she continued to laugh as his brother couldn’t even get himself together anymore.
The only consolation that Veneer had was that they were alone in the studio and there was no audience- wait yes there was an audience, Floyd was still enclosed in the perfume in the headdress that was now looking at them in disconcerted and with a raised eyebrow.
"Hahahaha! Velvet S-stop it! I'm dying...! Hehe.. Hahaha!" Veneer chuckled as he struggled against her grasp.
That's right... Floyd is here too. He is here to witness me getting brutally tickled by my sister, right... Oh god, that's even more embarrasing.
"I swear you're so dramatic"
Velvet said rolling her eyes as continued to tickle him further, not even remotely concerned about his protest, not even letting out a single glance at the bottle where was Floyd.
Veneer laughed, trying as much as he could to escape his sister's grasp to no avail. He couldn't help but feel his cheeks burning...
"HAHAHA! I... I give up! I surrender! HAHAHA! Haha..." He sighed in defeat.
"Ooh! The little baby can't stand a little bit of tickling! I mean, what are you going to do when we go on the next tour? You’re going to beg for me to stop tickling you while I’m on stage too?" She replied while continuing the tickling.
"Now veneer... Are you going to drop the topic of the troll?”
Veneer was laughing so hard he could barely answer her..
"Y-YES! HAHAHA! I GIVE UP! I will not speak about the troll again...! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP IT...!"
Velvet looked at his brother for a moment and smirked at her brother before pulling up her fingers from his sides.
“Good. I'm glad you understand now. If you're such good brother I'm sure you won't argue With me again, Now let's get some sleep! We have an event to attend Tomorrow!" She laughed before letting him go and leaving the studio.
Veneer gasped for air and was out of breath as his sister left the room. He chuckled nervously as he took a deep breath
"Well... That could have ended worse... Haha..." He laughed and looked at the headdress, oh right, the troll was still looking.
Veneer stood up immediately although he almost fell because his sides were weak from the attack.
"Um... You didn't see anything, understood!?"
he said, leaving the study as quickly as possible, ignoring the fact that he felt his cheeks burning more, he will have to listen to his sister more now...
#trolls tickle#trolls#velvet and veneer#trolls veneer#tickling#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#trolls velvet#trolls band together#lee!veneer#ler!velvet
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Illumi Headcannons I Have I Don't Think Many Other People Have
I'm making this post as a way to cope with the fact that I'm having smut writer's block right now, plus it will give my soft/fluff Illumi agenda some love, an agenda you should also have, so enjoy :)
Everyone knows that Killua acts just like a cat but, like, so does Illumi
Some of his cat like traits are just watching you go about your day, following you around the room with his eyes
Not letting you get too close to him or touch him but eventually, over time, as he starts to trust you more, he'll come to you looking for attention
And when he does want attention he'll be all secretive about it and just give you subtle hints, expecting you to figure the rest out yourself
His main subtle hints are looking intently at you from a close distance or fidgeting with your hair or clothes (this man is touch starved I just know it)
If your stroking his hair or touching his face, he'll even do that thing cats do where they rub their face against your hand to get you to pet them again
Brings you little dead things he killed
(That last one was a joke haha...but not really)
Illumi is the one who originally started calling people baka all the time and Killua picked it up from him
He won't say it all loud and in peoples faces like Killua, but he says it under his breath
Illumi is always stating the obvious, especially when other people are expressing emotions
Like, yes sweetie we know that person is mad, he's practically yelling at the top of his lungs, we don't need you to point it out for us (it's kinda cute though)
This is already sort of cannon, but Illumi is a blunt guy who just says what's on his mind without thinking first
The amount of times he's accidentally offended someone because of this-
I feel like Illumi lowkey grew up having the butlers do certain things for him that most people will do themselves, like bathing
Illumi usually has one of the butlers bathe him and wash his hair so he doesn't really know how to do it himself
Not that there's much of special secret formula to washing yourself, but Illumi doesn't understand this, so the first few times you'll have to help him and teach him how
Even if you teach how he'll still need your help from time to time with washing his hair though
Illumi is neurodivergent and I won't be told otherwise
but seriously hear me out
Illumi doesn't like when people touch him at all unless he really knows and trusts them, so it's a pretty high honor
This man will literally dig a hole for himself and climb in it just so nobody will mess with him
My boy really cut himself off from civilization altogether
If you ask him about his pins/nen ability, he will start info dumping everything about it
Illumi stims, mostly when he's nervous or angry
His form of stimming is usually through his hands/fingers
Touching his fingertips together, twirling his finger, picking or fidgeting at things, mostly his clothing or hair, intertwining his fingers, holding his own hands together, bending the joints of his fingers, etc.
Illumi actually has scars all over his body from his "training" you just can't see them too well because of his pale skin and the fact that the scars are pretty old now
It would be easier to run your hands over his body and just feel the scars cause they're that hard to see sometimes
Ask for Illumi's permission first though, he can get pretty sensitive about it
The scars themselves are these smooth, barely raised bumps with a slightly pink-ish hue to each scar, but again, still a rarely noticeable difference in color to the rest of his skin
He also has these tiny cuts on his hands from using his pins so much, kind of like a tailor, you know, someone who sews
I also saw someone say once that Illumi has freckles on his face but he uses makeup to cover them up and I haven't stopped thinking about it
#i love him so much#i wanna give him a hug#i wanna give him the world#soft illumi agenda#illumi x reader#hunter x hunter x reader#hxh x reader#hunter x hunter#illumi x male reader#is this list of headcannons long? i feel like it's long#there's definitely gonna be a part 2
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♥️💀♥️ WIPs Post ♥️💀♥️
Edit: Against my nature, I have published a Ko-Fi, as it has been demanded. Just know you will see a grown Enby cry if you do this!!!
Fic Descriptions Under the Cut!
Almost Done! Alastor x GN! Musician! Reader - Scream Machine - Part 4
Alastor has come to your new chambers after a relaxing Hotel tour, to discuss the specifics of your duties and pay. Dinner is in a short while, and time is of the essence. There is a lot at stake... and you are going to give it your all to ensure you come out on top of this little "deal". You have to idea to revisit your 'conversation' in the alleyway...
Human!Alastor x Reader - Trigger Happy
Ever a dangerous time with your darling beau, you decide to take things to a new, albeit curious, step. A deal is made, and boundaries are set. Alastor comes for you, shotgun in hand. The only wild game he plans to hunt on this humid, moonlit night is you. The night is young, and the chase is on! (Smut, slight dubcon)
Alastor x Reader: Hidden Strength
It was no secret that Alastor was a capable, powerful man; mostly via his mind. But when you notice particular musculature on his body... you can't help but stare. And unfortunately... it's quite rude to stare! A punishment is warranted... (content hints coming soon)
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Alastor x Reader - Just Alastor
The overlord parading through Hell did not trust picture boxes; HATED them even. He wouldn't be caught in second death using another one of those things! But seeing you gleam across the screens of a local shop changed his tune... Now unable to keep himself from thinking of you, he will find a way to occupy your time and space; by any means necessary. (No warnings atm; will probably be a little angst-y, pining, but tame.)
Send me suggestions, if you like! Pairings, particular characters, characters x reader... I'm up for all ideas!
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Hyperfocus: Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss; all characters associated
Willing to also write for KNY(Demon Slayer), Dungeon Meshi (not-manga savvy; no spoilers!), and BNHA(My Hero Academia).
Thanks for visiting! 🫠 I promise I'll make a masterlist one day, haha
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Valorant Agents and Their Fast Food Sins
Pair: Implied! Individual Agent (Neon, Killjoy, Raze, Jett, Chamber, Harbor, Sage, Reyna, Viper, Phoenix, Yoru)/GN! Reader - more so Individual HCs
Source: Valorant
Type: Headcanons/Bulletpoints - 652 words
Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Crack
Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)
TW: None
A/N: Hi! It's been a while! I hope you've had a wonderful New Year and a fantastic winter holiday/winter in general, my lovely customers! I'll be wrapping up some orders before diving back into my October series! ❤️
Further A/N: It was my birthday on the 31st December and I've just come back from the Philippines. I was dealing with a couple things but I'm hoping to get back into writing! This was just a fun, little thing I thought of while out in London. There was a Wendy's and a Taco Bell and those things are hard to come by here in the UK, haha- and so naturally it evolved into fast food habits nobody asked for.
Of course if you do any of these combos, more power to you! This is all in jest and I just wanted to write a light-hearted comedy/joke piece :D
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Neon: Cuts a donut in half and then sandwiches her McDonald's apple pie with it. It helps with her sweet tooth and she swears it's the perfect dessert combo. Will also make you one in an effort to get you to appreciate this sugary goodness as much as she does. She might also wink and say it's not as sweet as you... and then cover her face with a hand because she can't believe she just said that
Killjoy: Puts chicken nuggets in her chicken sandwich and if you tell her that's too much chicken for the bread to filling ratio, she'll just add more out of amusement. If you encourage her? She'll get you to help her put as much chicken as possible in there
Raze: Mixes all the sauces together. All of them. And then she will ask you to grab more sauces/your leftover sauces. Sauces are boring on their own apparently. If you ever raise an eyebrow at that, she'll just shrug and tell you not to bash it ‘till you try it. Somehow it doesn't taste bad at all
Jett: Puts chicken nuggets and other random fillings from different fast food joints on pizza and then folds it like a calzone. Has and will defend this to the end of time. If you ask her why she doesn't just make her own custom pizza/calzone, she says it doesn't taste the same
Chamber: Puts onion rings and fries in his burger. It's not really a sin, but he genuinely thinks this is a weird combination/thing to do so he never does it in front of people. He'll wait for you to go to the bathroom or something, and then add them in. Might steal your onion rings and/or fries too while you're gone. I'll cut him some slack, only because he doesn't really eat enough fast food to know the common food 'hacks'.
Harbor: Eats the fillet-o-fish and a random other burger/sandwich combined. If you give him a look, he will take another bite slowly and chew obnoxiously with a smug look. He does the exaggerated "mmm" too and closes his eyes just to hear you laugh and roll your eyes
Sage: Likes the good ol' fries in the milkshake and pineapple on pizza. She really likes the salty-sweet combos and has more of a sweet tooth than she'd like to admit. She also thinks the fruit/shakes help(s) make fast food feel less greasy
Reyna: Uses human blood as ketchup She mixes coffee and soda together to feel something. You don't even question her, mostly because she refuses to explain herself and doesn't feel the need to. She'll just shrug, smile and then offer you a taste- saying it's like devouring a soul. It tastes like battery acid
Viper: Doesn’t commit food sins but she did try to poison someone’s fast food. She just wanted to test out a weaker poison she had on hand, and decided her target would be that one person who wouldn't take a hint and leave you alone. Never leave your food unattended around her, especially if you're going to blatantly annoy her S/O.
Phoenix: Puts popcorn chicken in his munchkin donuts. He claims to be a food connoisseur every time you question it, and that it'll catch on as a food trend one day. You tried it once and didn't know how to feel about the fact you didn't hate it. He gets really excited every time he gets this particular combo and you can't help but smile at his childlike giddiness
Yoru: Probably puts salt in his cheap coffee, it tastes awful but he does it anyway- maybe out of spite. He got the salt from the tears of his enemies. He never stopped to consider that just because he could, maybe he shouldn't. You don't say anything because the last time you did, he drank it faster and then got another
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omg for ur sweater weather sleepover!! what about a cosy christmas night at the gryffindor common room, eating sweets and playing chess with the marauders. And like (bare with me i haven't thought this through😭) sirius finally decides to FESS UP and confess :D
Peacfully messy evenings
sirius black x gn!reader
wc: 906
warnings: mentions of food, it might not be gender neutral reader but i’m pretty sure it is, not proofread
a/n: i got a little carried away, i’m sorry haha. but i really loved the request, thanks for sending it in🤍 i hope you like this <33
"Check," James says as he moves his figure, a look of disappointment appearing on Peter's face.
"How do you do this every time?" he whines, his shoulders dropping.
"C'mon, it's not over yet, you can still win," James encourages, giving the last bit of hope to Peter.
You're currently seated between Sirius' legs, your back pressed to his front, your head resting on his shoulder. You're half watching the chess game unfolding before your eyes, half fighting the urge to sleep. The position you're in is very comfortable and the temperature in the room is just perfect. There's a piece of your favourite candy in your hands and you're trying to gather the strength to lift it up and place it in your mouth.
"You know, if you don't want to eat it, I can," Sirius jokes, making you look up at his face.
"No, no, I got it," you laugh, finally taking the last bite of the sweet treat.
"Shame, I would have happily done it," he says, earning a chuckle from you. "I love that sound," he mutters, and you look at him weirdly.
"What sound?" you ask, confused.
"Your laugh," he simply replies. You sweetly smile at him, trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach that erupted at his statement. You hate that you get this feeling whenever he's with you. He's your best friend and that should be it. No feelings, no longing for more. Yet, there's no denying it, you like him. Maybe more than like, but that's a problem for another day. And sometimes, especially when he says something like this, you think the feelings might be mutual but it could all be in your head. After all, Sirius does flirt with everyone for fun.
"Oh, just get a room already," Remus murmurs out of nowhere, making the both of you look at him like he just said the most unbelievable thing ever. He doesn't even avert his eyes away from the words on the page of a book he's currently reading, just adds a "you heard me" to his previous sentence. Sirius quietly coughs, trying to get rid of the weird atmosphere that suddenly appeared in the common room. Let's just say his attempt wasn't helping.
"I won!" Peter then screams, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I won!" he repeats himself, abruptly standing up. "I won!" he once again exclaims, looking at the two of you for confirmation.
"Good job, Pete!" you smile, giving him a high five. His face is still caught in complete shock when he turns around, being met with a big grin playing on James' lips.
"Congratulations, mate," he genuinely praises, urging Peter to sit down for another game. He does so, putting the figures back in their original place.
"Do you think James let him win?" you question, forgetting about the previous awkwardness momentarily.
"Oh, definitely. Maybe not really, but at least a little bit," Sirius whispers, taking a look at the grinning Peter. When he looks back down, he's met with your shining eyes and for a moment, he just stares deep into them. "You know, you look very beautiful tonight," he confesses and you release a breath you didn't even realise you were holding.
"Please stop. You can't just say something like that and expect me to not feel anything. I know it's something you do, it's your thing. Flirting and making people giggle, it's fun to you. But it's not fun for me, especially when you know - and I know you know - that I'm so into you," you finish, fighting the tears that are bound to escape. You can't believe this peaceful evening just turned into this mess.
"But what if it's genuine with you?" he starts and you close your eyes, preparing yourself for what he's about to say next. "What if I actually mean it when I say stuff like this? Because I do, Y/N. I do think you're beautiful and not just tonight. You're beautiful when you wake up, you're beautiful when you make that face in class when you try to really focus on something, you're beautiful when you smile and you're beautiful when you cry. You're beautiful every minute of every day, and I mean that." he utters, making you look up once again. You somehow still expect to see a joking expression when you do finally look up, but all you see is honesty. He's telling the truth right now. Sirius black actually likes you.
"You- you really mean that," you state. Not a question, a statement. Because you know that now.
"Yes, Merlin, I'm surprised how you haven't figured that out yet," he chuckles, which makes you chuckle.
"You mean it," you laugh, absolutely drunk on happiness.
"Finally!" you hear James cheer and when you look around the room, all eyes are on the two of you. Even Remus looked up from his book.
"You were listening this whole time?" you question, giving them an "are you serious" look.
"Well, you weren't really whispering so it was kind of hard not to," Peter shrugs, returning to the chess game without another word.
"But we are happy for you," Remus finishes, turning his attention back to the book. You just shake your head and smile, because what else could you do? They might be idiots but they're your idiots. And one idiot is especially yours now.
i hope you enjoyed this! don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment, it really help writers with motivation <33
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Wonderful Christmas Time - Day 7 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)
Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Prompt: Elvis has made it very clear that he's interested in you over the past few months, but you are in denial, thinking he's just being nice. But when you have Christmas dinner with him and your family, he makes it known how much he wants you.
TW: Smut, Sex, oral (male receiving), public fingering (female receiving)
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Word Count: 3084
A/N: Here's day 7, I hope you guys enjoy it! Happy reading!
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," You say, blushing furiously as you accidentally walk in on Elvis changing, stripped down to his boxers, his hands in the waistband as he was just about to pull them down as well. "Jesus!" he exclaims, not expecting you to be so close to his room. He looks over at you as you are glued to your spot, gawking at him. He raises an eyebrow and a soft smirk forms on his lips. "Uh...(y/n)," he says questioningly. Your face turns beet red with embarrassment as you quickly cover your eyes, turning to go out the door. "Sorry-," you say as you start walking towards the door before smacking straight into the side of the door frame. "Ow! Damn it!" you yell at your stupidity. "Sweet heart, you alright?" he questions, concern filling his voice as you hear him approaching. You wave your hand at him to stop him. "Yes! I'm fine, I-I'll see you out there," you say, mortification flooding your voice. "I wouldn't mind if you stayed," he mumbles to himself, but you don't hear him as you quickly shut the door to his bedroom. You sigh as you sit on the couch of his house, covering your face again as you cringe at the embarrassment you'd caused yourself. You had gone to Elvis' room to ask him if he could give you his opinion on a few outfits you had for the family Christmas party tonight. It would be a Christmas dinner with both of your families, so you wanted to look your best. Your family has been friends of his family since before the two of you were born and, although you two hadn't been super close growing up, as you got older, a friendship has bloomed between you. One that Elvis desperately wants to be romantic, but you just aren't picking up on the hints he's given you. The soft touches on your knee as you two sat together for dinner. The hugs he gave you that would last a little too long. He wants you so bad he could scream, but it seems you don't feel the same way.
"How's that head a' yours?" He asks, a slight chuckle on his voice as he walks into the living room, now fully dressed for the party. As you look at him, you can't help the thoughts that run through your head. He is the most attractive boy you'd ever laid eyes on, but of course you couldn't tell him that, he only views you as a friend. If he saw you as anything else, he surely would've made a move on you, you think. "Haha, very funny. It's fine," you say removing your hand from your head, shrugging it off. "Here, let me take a look," he breathes, sitting down next to you on the sofa. You look in his eyes and he holds your gaze for a few agonizing moments, his face unreadable, before he brings his gaze to your temple. You don't realize you've been holding your breath until you release a hiss at him gently examining the forming bruise on your temple. "Dang, mama, you hit your head pretty hard. I wasn't that repulsive to look at, was I?" he whispers boldly, his breath warm on your face. You roll your eyes. "No, Elvis. You were practically naked," you respond and he quirks his eyebrow. "No? So you liked lookin' at me undressin'?" he whispers, leaning closer and gently kisses your temple where you hit your head. A sudden surge runs through you, both at his words and his lips. You rationalize his words as him just messing around with you, just being his silly self. "Oh so you're a funny guy now aren't you?" you whisper back, resisting the sudden urge to pull him back to you as he pulls away.
"Ain't nothing funny 'bout it, darlin'" he breathes, although you can see the smirk playing on his lips. You resist the urge to roll your eyes again as you scoot over slightly, putting some room between the two of you. The room is suddenly becoming way too warm. "Anyway...I was coming to ask if you can help me pick out an outfit for tonight. I can't decide on what to wear," you ask, making sure to give him your best puppy dog look. You had no way of knowing that the look you're giving him would make him do absolutely anything you asked him to. He would get on his knees and beg for anything you wanted to give him. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat before pushing his feelings away. "Of course I will."
"Okay, this is one of the last ones," you call from the bathroom connected to one of the guest rooms he lets you stay in. You adjust the top portion, the breast part being halter top style, making your boobs look breathtaking but not too exposed. But it definitely is the most revealing one so far. "Let's see it, sweet heart," Elvis calls. You fix your hair one last time, suddenly nervous for him to look as you open the door into the bedroom. You find Elvis lying on his stomach playing with the rings on his fingers absentmindedly. It forms a knot in your stomach at the sight. When he brings his eyes up to look at your dress, you nearly melt, suddenly petrified.
"Oh...," he breathes, his eyes wandering up the length of your body, suddenly stopping at your breasts. He tries not to look too long, but he can't help it. His eyes are glued to your chest, and he feels a sudden tent form in his pants. He quickly looks away, slightly embarrassed that just looking at you can get him so worked up. "That one looks really good," he manages to get out, averting his eyes. You notice him looking a little too long at your chest, and suddenly wonder if it's too much. For someone who only sees you as a friend, he was looking for quite some time. "You don't think it's too...exposing?" you mumble the last part, suddenly bashful. "I think it's prefect, you look beautiful," he says unexpectedly. This makes you blush harshly.
As your family starts to arrive, you greet your mother and father, hugging them tightly. Then Elvis comes to greet them, kissing your mother's cheek and shaking your father's hand. Then suddenly, your father pulls Elvis to him, whispering something in his ear. You can tell by the way Elvis stiffens that what your father said made him nervous. Elvis responds with a cordial "Yes sir," making you quirk your eyebrow at your dad, but deciding to let it go as other family members arrive.
You and Elvis sit beside each other as you usually do, and he seems a little more on edge since speaking with your dad. As everyone starts eating, you lean over to him. "What's wrong? What did my dad say to you?" you whisper in his ear, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Oh, don't worry about it sweet heart. It was nothin'." You aren't convinced but you don't push as you turn your attention back to your meal.
The conversation naturally goes to Elvis and his big achievements recently and you move your hand to his thigh before giving it a squeeze, an informal way of telling him you're proud of him. He smiles over at you and does the same thing, bringing his hand to your exposed thigh. You suck in a breath at feeling of his hand on your bare thigh, and he glances over at you. Without warning, he slowing starts bringing his hand up your dress, his control faltering. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you rush to grab his hand. "What are you doing?" you hiss, leaning over to his ear. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks genuinely, looking in your eyes to gauge any uncomfortability. Your mind is suddenly in overdrive. Of course you don't want him to stop, but, one, you two are just friends and two, you guy's are surrounded by your families.
You blush as you shake your head, despite yourself. He then leans forward towards you again. "You're just gonna have to keep quiet, honey," he whispers, making you blush furiously. He then inches his fingers forward, slipping them underneath your already wet panties as he takes a drink of his wine. He chokes slightly as he feels how wet you already are, wasting no time rubbing your clit in soft circles.
You have to bite your lip to stop from whimpering as you adjust in your sitting position, giving him more access. He groans slightly at your actions, disguising it with a cough. "Elvis, boobie, why don't you tell (y/n)'s father about that Hollywood movie you're gonna be in," Gladys chimes, ever the proud mother. Elvis smiles as he turns his attention to your father, telling him about the recent movie he's been cast in. Again without warning, he quickly swipes over your hole to see if you're wet enough before plunging his index finger inside of you. You gasp out at this, playing it off as something Elvis said about the new movie, and a knowing smirk forms on his lips at your sound.
You see your mom's eyes land on you, a questioning look on her face, your reaction a little too loud to be formal. Your face suddenly flushes as you shove his hand off of you. He smirks at you again before suddenly bringing his finger to his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. Your mouth nearly hangs open at the sight, becoming more flustered than ever. He leans toward you once more. "Taste's so good."
After everyone starts leaving, exchanging Merry Christmas' to each other, you practically run to the guest bedroom after grabbing Elvis by the arm. He bites his lip at how rough you're being with him. Once inside the room, you practically slam the door turning to face him, that stupid grin returned to his face. "What the hell was that?" you yell out, exhasperated by your current sexual frustration. He shrugs his shoulders, giving you puppy dog eyes. "Don't you look at me like that, Elvis! We're friends, we- you don't like me like that! Why would you play with my feelings that way?" you yell, trying to catch your breath. He suddenly backtracks at seeing how upset you are. "Hey sweet heart, I-I didn't mean to upset ya'. I just- damn it, how do you not know how much I want you?!" You stop in your tracks. "What?" you breathe, stunned. "A-And I'm sorry I touched ya' like that, I don't know what the hell I was thinkin'. B-but, you liked it, didn't you?" You suddenly become angry at his words. "So you only want to get in my pants?" "W-What? No! I just- you were touchin' on me and I- I don't know, I got ahead of myself," he groans, now suddenly embarrassed. "I-I didn't mean to play with your feelins' none. I just,- god damn it, I like you (y/n)...a lot."
It takes you a moment to process what he's telling you. He likes you? You look back at him and his cheeks are beet red with embarrassment. His eyes glued to the ground. You suddenly bite the inside of your cheek, turned on despite yourself. And also embarrassed that it took you so long to realize he had feelings for you. Not knowing what to say, you close the gap between you two as you bring your lips to his. He groans at the welcome intrusion, pulling you close to him. "Sit on the bed. Take your pants off," you mumble and his eyes widen in surprise. That damn smirk comes back to his face. "I really got you worked up, didn't I?" he mutters, coming close, his voice laced with lust at your sudden change in tone. He's about to cup your face in his hands when you push him away. "Elvis, sit on the damn bed."
After discarding his pants he sits on the bed, anticipation coursing through him. You move to kneel down in front of him, spreading his legs for easier access. "Honey, you don't hafta do this. Let me take care a' you," he whines, trying to pull you up to him. You push his hands away hastily. "Elvis, just be a good boy and let me do what I want," you breathe, stunned by your own words. He seems to be too as he's left speechless, a small whine escaping his throat.
You go to pull down his boxers and he helps you, kicking them off, letting them rest by his feet. You gasp at how hard he already is, and secretly hope this isn't the only time you get to see him like this. You bring your mouth to his erection, trailing your tongue along his slit as you bring his tip into your mouth. He hisses at this as his hands come to your head. You smack them away, causing a whine to escape his mouth. "Baby," he groans, suddenly frustrated. "Let me touch you." You suddenly pull off of him, causing a sigh to fall from his lips. "You only touch me when I say you can. Got it? Now relax, honey. Let me make you feel good," you order, causing him to roll his eyes as he obeys.
You bring your attention back to his dick as you slowly take him in your mouth, inch by inch. He groans loudly as he leans on his elbows on the mattress, looking down at you. "sweet heart," he drawls, gripping onto the bed sheets as you take as much of him as you can, bringing your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit in you mouth. He quickly becomes a moaning mess underneath you as you swirl your tongue around the tip of him, his head thrown back against the bed. "Shit, (y/n), stop, I'm not gonna last, baby," he groans, pulling you off him. You allow him to as you trail kisses up his chest and to his face.
You two just look at each other for what seems like hours before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "My pretty girl," he whispers, looking in your eyes. This is enough for you to connect your lips to his, making him sigh at the contact. He pulls you to straddle his waist as he rests his hands on your hips. You are quick to remove your panties as he gently pulls your dress off, tossing it on the floor. You lean up into him, wanting to feel his body on yours and he responds, bringing his lips to your body. Your neck, your collarbone. He makes his way to your chest and cups your exposed breasts in his hands. "You're so beautiful. So fuckin' pretty," his groans as he suddenly grinds his hips up to you. You can't help the moan that escapes your lips as you imitate the action, bringing your pelvis down on his. "Shit," he breathes out, gripping your hips tightly. "Do you have a condom?" you question, breathless. "Yeah," he gasps out, reaching over to his bedside table, grabbing one hastily out of the drawer. He rips it open with his teeth and rolls it on his erection. You bit your lip as you watch him, now dripping with want. "(y/n), you know we don't have t-" he starts but you interrupt him. "I want to, E. I really want to." he swallows harshly at this. "Fuck, me too."
You waist no time lining him up at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him, causing him to gasp out as his grip on your waist tightens even more. "Goddamn," he grunts as he enters you fully, leaning his head back against the pillows. You press your hands on his chest for leverage as you suddenly start taking him at a fast pace, needing as much of him as he can give you. A low moan escapes your lips as you set a steady pace, his hands coming to cup your breasts. "Fuck, mama," he grunts. You look down at him and he is completely blissed out, his mouth hanging open and his eyes drooping as he focuses on massaging your sensitive nubs. "Shit, E," you whine, quickening your pace. Suddenly, he brings his hands to your hips, fucking up into you, making you throw your head back in pleasure.
After a few minutes of you both giving your all into each other, you can feel a familiar knot form in your stomach. Your hips falter slightly and Elvis notices, picking up the pace so he can get there with you. "It's okay, go on and cum for me," he breathes, bringing his hand to your clit, rubbing harshly. With one final call of his name, you are clenching around him, your orgasm coming at you full force. He's right behind you as he shouts softly, emptying himself into the condom.
"Are you alright?" he gasps up at you, smoothing your hair out of your face. You just nod at this, not knowing how to respond. "Are you?" you asks in return. He chuckles as he gives your hips a squeeze. "Yeah, honey, I'm fantastic". You roll your eyes at this as you pull yourself off of him, turning away from him. He discards the condom, pulling a blanket on top of the both of you as he wraps his arm around your waist. You both just lay there for a moment before he suddenly says "You wanna know what your dad said to me?" Do you want to know? You decide it's best if you did as you tell him yes and wait for his response. "He told me to not fool around with you if I wasn't plannin' on makin' you my girl. So I figure I would fool around with you and then ask you if you would...be my girl?" At this you are speechless. He's asking you to be his girlfriend? "Honey, did ya' hear me?" he questions after a few moments of you not responding. Suddenly, you turn to face him, cupping his face in your hand. "Of course I'll be your girl," you whisper, bringing his lips down to meet yours.
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Courtship
For @muzzleroars
On this post, I write a MichaelxV2 fanfic. Fluff writing about the Angelic courtship dance performed by a robot so I decided to be like this part. (Where they dance. Haha. I hope you won't mind 😅) Plus pronouns for V2 will be He/Her btw. I had edited out last minute edits before posting this so I hope you'll like it.
Enjoy.
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"...And V1 had done that? To your brother?"
Michael nodded. He couldn't and still can't, believe that Raphael had helped but it made his already literally rotting heart flutter with reassurance that he tried.
"Yes indeed. He had helped the Machine to court Gabriel into marriage but I am surprised that he helped regardless."
"It must've been shocking." V2 tilted her head to the right.
Michael laughed gently as he placed his hand on his helm, a finger tenderly tracing the cracks. "I can't ridicule him for doing this." he spoke after a moment, still tracing the helmet's cracks mindlessly. "He is my brother and helping others is in our nature."
Michael finally removed his hand and turned towards the red automation. A mirror. A near perfect mirror of her processor painted as red as blood as the protector of peace. Blood tubes painted blue to ensure that he stood out of V1, the newly risen robotic angel and symbol of his brother's love Gabriel willing to give.
V2's processers is recording her findings on culture of Heaven. She had learned a lot from Gabriel in Fraud Layer she lived in, only from what he had been told from his perspective but when offered to see it for herself. It is truly a place of Paradise for what's left of Humanity to go to. Free of pain and suffering and found something she had been lacking in her making: Peace.
Still, the courtship dance is one of the private parts of Heaven over an millennia after Lucifer had fallen down with many other angels as it is considered a taboo by the Father. He had seen them prior to the former banished into Hell itself. The Hell that she and V1 had been born into when New Peace was established.
Curiously a few of his eight wings twitched slightly with another question in her hard drives as Michael took a sip from a cup provided by Raphael, due to a rotting jaw that seemingly be made of light gold, he was recommended to only drinks now.
"May I ask you again, Michael?"
"Please do," He accepted, "What is it on your mind, Machine?"
He hesitated. "Have you ever been courted before?"
Michael nearly spit out his drink.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Has anyone ever court you before?"
Michael went silent for a moment. He placed a palm on his exposed ribcage adorn with colorful radiant jewels and chains of sliver and gold.
"No." He answered honesty. "I have not been courted by any an angel nor human, Machine." he shook his head lightly. "Many had looked at and up to me as a leader chosen to lead His people and man kind throughout these centuries." He placed his hand again on his helm with a hint of flustered and nonsenses of the question. Turning away from V2. "Many of them knew this is an forbidden act to do, and even worse, the Prince of Heaven in place of Lucifer's and the Lord. I never even try to do courtshiping ritual."
V2 looked at him for a moment.
"Michael." V2 said finally, with a little bit of worry but confidence so little in his machinal voice. "Do you think that I..." Michael turned to look at her once again. "That I... that I do the heavenly courtship dance?"
"You?" Michael could almost chuckle but it was raspy due to a ruined larynx, it was ruined due to the event had had tried to sever his Light in attempt to show his loyalty to Lord he had long-since searched for... and Failed. He will save that story for later yet the machine like V2 could do the ritual is rather funny to him but...
But since Gabriel fell, since V2 was rebuilt and since, for him too much to bare; Even tried binding his brother before reason was struck into him by Gabriel's words, even in Hellish language, they still reached him and even worsen to do to him, he had tried to get him to see V1's corruption by having V2 himself as his date but... All of those failures, taken away his pride but made room for love, humble and a door open for a way for his own sins to be forgiven.
The plan to "open his brother's eyes" had backfired when feelings of this machine, the same way as Gabriel had and... To be honest when he looked back on it. He guessed that's what the race of Man calls "Petty."
Nonetheless, Michael had learned more of V2 being a replacement, ruined and will perish one day like himself will too. He could... He could watch her try. And if he was courted, well, only he will decide to tell or not tell the masses of Heaven.
"Well," He began to say, thoughtfully. "I cannot why not."
V2's optic seem to opened up a little, stars in his eyes with wings flutter a little behind him as he stood upright and then hand over his metallic abdomen and bowed with another arm extended out from him.
Head rose up and then one foot back and then he jumped into the air in a twirl, golden glowing wings flared out in display and then sticks the landing on two feet like a ballerina. Silent amazement resonating in Michael as he watched on. On the right and left of four appendages each. The right bottom one twitched slightly before one after another followed suit going up and then on the upper left appendage repeated this going downwards.
Then them both do it upwards and downwards before crouching down on fours as eight of them gone together to make it seem like they had only one pair of two wings before slowly raises up on two feet once again. Before too long, the eight wings came back but yellow faded into sapphire blue as two of each go downward and then soon out on display.
"This is..." She started to say, "This is so confusing to me, how do you all do it?" Michael, watching the progress had come to an metaphorical halt, placing his drink down and then stand up. He was feeling ridiculous for explaining this but he will feel even more not doing so. He said "Allow me." simply but his voice is gentler by the sound of it.
In his own display of wings, his four wings unfolded in brilliant shades and gradients of pinks, purples, magentas, and violets for a machine or soul to see. The wings then came around and covering Michael slowly and purposely to insight curiosity from the latter and then spun away before he unfolded the wings and then dashed towards V2 before stopping in front of him.
The helm barely reached his ribcage and Michael is staring down at them before crouching down, wings flapping down to touch the floor before he stood up and hands grabbing onto forearms (so not to tear the skin and flesh off) after placing them behind his back and circled around him gracefully and leisurely.
V2, stunned but mesmerized, watching the head chief prince closely with wings behind her gently lowered down with her CPU was recording this in wonder before abruptly disappeared in a flash of light. Her optic blinked and looked to her left and right before something shines behind him.
Before he could turn to see, a pair of hands quickly covered his optic and wings enveloped around her as feeling of a helm lightly touching the surface of her own as his head was lifted up a little. Hands then removed themselves from his optic to see Michael roving above him, allowing the small robot to bathe in the glowing lights of his wings.
Both of them lost in a void of a colorful light.
Eight wings of his own twitch with surprise softly, blue began to share a gradient of light pink as he looked up at the Prince of Heaven before one hand lightly taking a hand, a hand that is nearly identical to V2's left one before raising it up and then spun the peace-keeping machine around with trails of neon blue and pink following behind her as four wings flown away steadily.
He kept spinning them to his right before letting go and catching V2 as a leg was raised up while he leaned backwards before lifting upward, lightly urged by a hand on her back with her wings fanning out as she was brought close to his chest.
Feet kept going in a dance of wings of beauty and grace for as long as it could go, a ritual was in fact an success by this point.
Midway, Michael had his hand on V2's back again and the other holding his hand, fingers intertwined, as they looked at each other.
"You have a surprising amount of grace for a machine." Michael commented, looking at his optic with interest.
"Oh yeah?" V2 chuckled lightly. "Well, you've got a surprising amount of bugs for an angel."
Michael chuckled at the joke. She wasn't wrong but it was good to laugh once in a while.
"And the expecting tact."
They then spun around as they let go, wings behind them before they flapped, neon and natural light coming off from both pairs and soon they came back together with hands holding onto them and then twirled as they held on. Wings made from metal and divine light flapped and fanned out before fluttering and danced on their accord as their feet had became accustomed to the ritual.
They continued on in their rhythm of the heart beats and fans spinning before letting go.
At last, they bowed to one another.
"So, this is what the courtship dance is like." V2 commented as he turned to look at his wings, colors fading into the tips of his wings as they went from pink to blue and finally going back to default yellow. "Dance with someone you are close to."
Michael laughed, both lightly and worryingly as he tilted his head. "It is, Machine." he added. He is worried.
Someone will know that he had been courted and even worse, it was with this machine but they are in his private quarters, the chambers that was once... Once Lucifer's. Still, since they had danced the ritual here, this could be where a little white secret could lie until he will confess this sin. This sin that made him happy.
Michael cleared his throat gently as his wings folded and soon faded from existence. "W-Well, I enjoyed our time together." he said as his fist was placed behind his back and closed his eyes. "Please," He wanted V2 to leave back to his apartment but he hesitated. "It is getting late, do you think you can travel back to the Eighth Layer?"
V2 looked at the pillar that overlooks outside, stars have already decorated the skies as night time has begun and below were a small city and villages built since the Uproar after the Father's death. "I will but-" V2 turned over to Michael, with another question in mind. "Do you think that I could stay here, but for the night?" he asked as he used his hand to rub his arm. "I haven't seen an actual night like this."
No. No you will not.
That's what he wanted to say.
"Of course, but only for one night... V2." He answered this instead.
V2 light up a little before bowing her head. "Thank you, Michael."
Michael bowed his head as well. "You are welcome, I hope you will enjoy the night." he said as he watched him sitting down and crossed his legs on one of many luxurious pillows to watch at the skies with wonder and silent joy.
Michael just wanted to offer her a room of her own but stopped himself. "Have a good night, V2." He bided good night before he turned and then headed towards his own resting chambers as V2 bids him a good evening as well.
Oh God Almighty, what is he even doing?
He had offered the machine to sleep over in the Eighth Sphere of Heaven for the night and only for the night. And all after that ritual of courtship!
He moved a fabric leading into his room away and letting it fall behind him as his head looked at it. He turned to his left arm and noticed new flowers have grown from the wounds. He must've accidentally scratched it during that dance as he carefully recognized them.
Peace lilies, cosmos and apple blooms.
No doubt this was related to the dance.
Michael turned to the fabric once again and peaked to see V2, still there right where he left her, watching the view and a dim lunar light before letting the fabric drop once again. It was the first time he had participated the ritual and he hoped it would also be the last yet.
His wings made from glass and metal, stamina long enough to keep up with him and the look in the optic. An angel of iron and blood he had greeted as an plan to restore Gabriel yet he could've known that this robot...
Never meant to be an replacement.
Striped of purpose.
Failed in securing something far from her reach.
Stoic.
Intelligent.
V2 was just like himself.
He could come to talk to Raphael for advise on this newfound friendship but still on the same matter, maybe he could ask him if they could dance one more time before turning in for the night.
#Ultrakill#Fanfic#Not my oc#Michael#V2#Fluff#Writing#Courtship#Dance#Archangel#Robot#Angelic bird courtship dance#Rise and Fall AU
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Out of all the haikyuu teams, I think platonic yandere shiratorizawa would be scariest, followed very closely by nekoma. Shiratorizawa has a brick wall for a captain, an insane coach, and tendou. Tendou would be such an effective manipulator without even batting an eye. Nekoma has Kuroo, very intimidating and smart, although I think kenma would be the bigger threat. He likely has extensive knowledge of how to move through online spaces without being detected and making their darling disappear completely.
Sorry for the ramble haha, I love your work!
"Shiratorizawa has a brick wall for a captain-" You did not just call my baby Ushijima that😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
But I agree because you really can't predict what kind of mood Shiratorizawa is in, especially Ushijima. Like he's already so intimidating with his looks, and so when he's quite, you really don't know how he'd react if you asked him to let you go home early for once instead of watching them play. Sure, Ushijima sees you as a small frail kitten that he could never hurt, but he wont tell you that. You see, sometimes you ask for things that are too dangerous for you, like going out with some friends or leaving your dorms alone to get something from the convenience store. And so it's easier for Ushijima to just give you his intense stare, telepathically communicate that he disapproves and that you're only safe as long as you're with him or the team.
Then again, sometimes you do miss the hint. Not miss per say, but you actively choose to ignore it by pretending to play dumb when he remains silent. Its time like these that you really test your luck and tell him you're going out and zoom before Ushijima could give you the "The Look". However, Ushijima catches your hand before you could be two feet away and gives it a firm squeeze until you look at him, before saying in a deep voice "No." to really drive home the point. Then you're being dragged back to the bench, pushed down and he drops his lunch box in your lap, telling you to finish it before he finishes practice.
As for Tendou, lying comes very easy to him. He's a master manipulator, not just to you, but to everyone around him. Basically, he not only manipulates you into staying with the team longer, but he also manipulates the team into becoming more yanderes for you. In the shower room, he'd think out loud as he says that he heard that there's a murderer on the loose that preys upon young girls like you, or maybe he'd say that he heard from a girl that you feel so lost and stupid and scared when you're not the team but you're just to prideful to admit it. Surely, Tendou won't lie when it comes to you, right?
Washijo, the crazy coach you mentioned? Yeah, he's in on the whole thing. He's seen how terribly the team performs when you're not watching them, and when he mentioned it, they said they're all worried about you. So, he allows Semi to go and fetch you. Washijo thought that you were some sort of crush they wanted to impress, but it was crystal clear that the team viewed you as a little sibling with the way they treated you. So, he felt at ease knowing nothing perverted was happening to you and thus, he allowed them to bring you to practice and plays. The worst of all is that this old hag actually tells the team that you're trying to sneak out instead of keeping quiet and helping you. Not only that, he makes you sit and asks you volleyball questions and tsks in disappointment when you get them wrong, before agreeing that "fine. I'll tell you everything there is to know about volleyball" and you're just stick there like "???? I- I DONT WANNA KNOW-" shutup, Y/n, you a quiz tomorrow and you better be prepared or get ready for another disappointment speech by Washijo. Good thing you have the whole team to help you study🥰🥰🥰
The reason why Shiratorizawa is so scary is because they're one of the top teams, right? So, the school actually condones their behaviour. I mean, the coach explicitly told them to turn a blind eye because the team isn't hurting you, they're just protecting you. Washijo told them that if they interfered, the team wouldn't perform as well because they'd be distracted by your absence, and if Shiratorizawa let you change schools, then the team would pull out of the games altogether. Thus, the school is forced to look the other way when you're hounded by the team and pushed to the gymnasium. They turn deaf to all your complaints of them bullying you into staying at practice instead of letting you go home. They all ignore it, some teachers even going as far to say that you should be lucky that you have your seniors looking out for you.
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The Artful Dodger: "Trust Me, I'm a Doctor" | SneedxOC
*I'm using this gif because I can't find one of Sneed not reacting to Lady Belle stalking him down, haha*
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Summary: Rainsford Sneed and Molly Atwood have no ill will towards each other. None. They were just doing their jobs: serving and...doctoring.
Set around Episode 4 with the “anesthesia” and Episode 6 with the “Pepper Jelly”
Authored by: Rhuben
Original Character: Molly Atwood (*also stuck between the name Effie Atwood*)
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“Don’t move.” Rainsford Sneed barely turned to take stock of tools at his disposal when the woman’s hands flew up towards her face. “I said don’t move!” She dropped her hands again, tightly gripping the arms of her chair, shifting and rocking from side to side. “You’re acting like a bloody fish yourself, ma’am. It’s very unbecoming.”
“You try having a hook stuck in your eye and not moving.” Both eyes firmly clamped shut, Sneed knew she was still trying to gauge just how much damage had been done. The fishing hook shifted and bobbed with each shift of her eyes. At least the bleeding stopped. “I can now surely understand why a fish wiggles so.”
“Yes, I can only imagine the pain you’re in ma’am,” Sneed replied, “but unless you wish to lose sight in your eye entirely, which, I do insist would be a shame, I must ask that you try to stay still.”
Squinting open her good eye, Molly Atwood managed to give Sneed her best attempt at a glare. He noticed the green flecks in her hazel eyes with the light of the sun cast across her face. Yes, it would be a shame... Clearing his throat, he quickly stepped away from her, giving a wide berth to look over exactly what tools he needed. He had to be professional.
“You’re not going to take me into the theater, then?” Molly asked from behind him. Sneed glanced at her over his shoulder. She seemed to be relaxed now If only for a moment.
“This will only take a few moments,” he said, starting to roll up his shirt sleeves. “The drunkards wouldn’t take too kindly to such an easy foray, I’d imagine.” He sighed. “Don’t think they’d believe it to be a good show.”
“Yes, I suppose we mustn’t deprive them of excellent entertainment.”
He took her sarcasm in stride. It was that kind of entertainment that would help get him into the professor’s position. God willing. Still, there was a thrill to surgery. Some might call it barbaric. But he enjoyed it. And those that came out to watch his prowess as a surgeon, when he won the coin toss, enjoyed it, too.
“You don’t need Hetty?” she asked. “Are you sure you can do this?”
Pressing his lips together, Sneed grabbed the glass bottle sitting on his workstation, pointed the nozzle at her face, and squeezed his finger around the trigger. Twice.
For both questions.
A squeak of surprise came from Molly as she jerked in her seat, face now wet. “What on Earth was that?”
Letting out a long sigh through his nose, Sneed set down the perfume bottle. A little harder than he needed to, he supposed. But if it worked... His gaze shifted through the window and towards the theater where Jack and Lady Belle were pacing back and forth across the room, deep in discussion. Belle’s head buried deep in the book, index finger gliding across the pages. If they said it worked...
“It’ll help,” he said quietly. “Does it sting?”
“Is it supposed to?” Molly asked in alarm, her grip tightening on the rests of the chair she was in. “If my face falls off, Rainsford Sneed...”
His lips twitched upwards into a hint of a smile. One he quickly erased from his visage. Besides, it was another empty threat, he was sure. She had yet to see his demise after all this time. In fact, he had gotten quite used to these words from her. Only she normally had a sharp knife on her, not the stink of fish, as he usually found her in the middle of assisting preparing a meal for the Govenor and his fellowship. Or another task which Lady Jane Fox had asked of her.
“So, how did this happen?” he asked.
“I told you; I was fishing. I caught one. I got startled by a commotion. I jerked back on the line and...” She made an odd squishing sound with her mouth, lazily indicating her eye.
“You can remove it, can’t you?”
“Yes, I believe I can.”
“Will I lose my eye?”
“I hope not.”
“Yeah, me too.” After all, how could she fulfill her dream of sailing the open seas without sight? “I do trust you.”
Sneed gave a sharp shake of his head. How would he fulfill his dream of becoming Head Surgeon if he didn’t concentrate? Sailing the seas was no life for a lady, but just the same, he still had to do his job. He stretched his hands, and his fingers before picking up a scalpel, hovering it over her face.
“I do mean it this time, don’t move,” he said. Molly’s chest hitched with the deep breath she took in. And held. Sneed carefully pressed the tip to his scalpel to her eyelid, pressing until it sank into her skin. Through it. He tossed it aside, where it landed with clatter on his table, using his other hand to carefully push the sharp end of the hook out through the newly created hole. Then he grasped his bolt cutters, snipped off the end of the hook, and pulled it back out of the original site of injury. “Got it.”
“Fantastic.”
Sneed sprayed more of the antiseptic and grabbed a piece of cloth to carefully dab at the remaining moisture and blood.
“What are the fish for?”
“To eat, of course.”
“Molly.”
“Rainsford.” She copied his tone. Equal mix frustration and amusement. Glad someone found this to be funny.
“The Govenor and Lady Jane are not one to ask for fish for supper unless they are hosting,” Sneed explained starting to stitch up her eyelid. “And I do not believe catching them would be a task Lady Jane would bestow upon you.” He gave a sharp tug on the thread in his hand, smiling ruefully at the sharp gasp of pain from his patient. “You are selling them, I suppose. The fish. Why?”
Molly was silent for a moment. “Everyone wishes for fortune, wouldn’t you say?” she asked.
“I suppose so,” he agreed. Setting down the thread he leaned over her, grasping her chin in between his fingers, turning her head this way and that. “Now, slowly, open your eyes.” He watched as she did so, her hazel eyes fixing on him immediately despite the puffiness of one of her eyes. Silence filled the space as they looked at each other before Sneed found himself pushing himself away from her with swiftness. He cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back as he calmed himself. “What can you see?”
She smiled. “You.”
-
“Good evening,” Molly quickly stopped what she was doing to grasp the folds of her dress in a courtesy as Sneed stepped into the warm kitchen. “You’re back on your two feet, Rainsford!”
“Glad that you can even see me at all,” Sneed responded with a tight nod of his head. He gazed around the bustling space, absentmindedly repeatedly smoothing his hand down the front of his shirt. “I suppose everything is healing well.”
“Suppose,” Molly replied. She lifted her hand and gingerly pressed her eyelid. The swelling had gone down immensely. No lasting issues seem to be apparent other than a particularly rough feeling when he blinked. Even that was dissipating with time. “Suppose you are as well?” Her gaze flittered from his lips to his leg. “That is why you came in? To check on your patient?”
“Yes, of course.” Sneed rapidly nodded his head before taking another step closer to her. He looked around once more and seeming to be appeased with the fact that no one else was paying attention to him, he stepped closer to her and lowered his voice. “It is not just that. I wished to know what was to be served tonight at supper?”
Molly’s eyebrows came towards each other as she put down the knife she was about to press into the lump of bread dough before her. Then she turned towards him, eyes twinkling with recognition. She felt a smile come to her face as he watched Sneed shift uncomfortably from foot to foot.
Rainsford Sneed. Recognized surgeon. Nervous.
Interesting.
“Nothing with pepper, I assure you,” she replied. She blinked rapidly, startled at the loud “Sssshh” he hissed in her face, looking around. Rolling her eyes, Molly lowered her voice. “There is no pepper in tonight’s meal. Promise.” She then widened her eyes innocently. “Should I ask that it no longer be served to you?” She placed a hand upon her hip. “I’ll make sure Fanny is aware.” She couldn’t stop the frostiness that suddenly coated her words when she added, “Or is it Lady Belle you’d wish to know this about you?”
He seemed to stiffen; his eyes boring into her. Yes, she was aware of Lady Fanny’s infatuation. And the proposal. And the reason for the duel leading to Sneed’s injured leg. And the Pepper Jelly. Fanny was all atwitter about the whole thing; finding no listening ear in her own sister. Not that Molly was mad. It was actually quite funny. In an annoying kind of way.
“No, I don’t suppose...they’d need...to know,” he finished quietly.
“Suppose not.”
“Though, should you ever want to be tempted again to try...” Molly reached for the small clay bowl in front of her. “I suggest you protect yourself, eh.”
She dipped her fingers into what looked like some sort of clear jam and spread it across her fingers. Then, she took his chin with one hand, and started to slowly smear the cool jam over his lips. “To save you from another stay in bed, of course.”
Upon releasing him, Sneed pressed his now shiny lips together. He silently blinked in response to Molly’s smile of mirth as she turned back to preparing that night’s meal. It took a moment for her to realize he was still standing there, just watching her. Still blinking. She jumped slightly at the revelation before relaxing into a playful smile.
“What?” she asked him over her shoulder. He had his hands up to his lips. “You don’t trust me, Dr Sneed?”
“What is this?” he finally asked, venturing a swipe of his tongue over his lips.
“Animal fat.” One side of Molly’s mouth briefly lifted at the alarmed look on Sneed’s face. “You eat the rest of the animal, don’t you?” She had seen it numerous times when he was extended the invitation to sit with the Governor. “We put it on our hands sometimes. Helps from getting any of the spices under our nails. Hurts like the devil, sometimes, doesn’t it?”
“Our guest will be arriving soon. Girls, I need you out front.” Lady Jane’s voice was carried from the front of the estate.
“Well, alright, yes, thank you,” Sneed said with a quick nod of his head. “For the tip.”
“You’re welcome, Dr. Sneed.” Molly cleared her throat. She rolled her shoulders back, tipping her chin upwards. She did not wish for Lady Jane to find her falling behind in her work. Not on a day so important to Fanny. Only a simple glance across the table as she helped serve dinner would give away her proclivity of “Oh, Dr. Sneed?”
“Yes?” Sneed asked, spinning on the ball of his foot in the doorway.
“Glad to see you, too.”
Sneed bent forward in a short, quick bow, his lips lifting into a prideful smile. He mimed a quick tipping of his hat before leaving the kitchen. Laughing quietly through her nose, Molly shook her head, before getting back to the task at hand.
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