#rip sylvain

[kingofemo]

Out of context evergreen au 25/??

[waveoftheocean]

kabedon part 2! oh, how the turn tables 😏😏😏

(part 1 here)

[asksylvain]

You're so hot that I could fry an egg on you. [Cracks an egg on your head. It fries.] See?

Would you look at that? I’m guessing it was magic, right? Not bad.

...This is going to take forever to get out.

[figonometery]

do it, bernie, i dare you

[gallantgautier]

[ ooc. already kinda did but i'm obligated soooooo fingerguns ] 🎄

((ooc: All of the childhood friend squad in my inbox at once? The stars aligned, I couldn’t not capitalise. I already had the idea for when Felix enabled me landed in my inbox but then had the big brain moment of including @stalwart-knight and @princeblaiddyd and it would not leave me))

Sylvain should have known that his plan to hang around the entrance to the Blue Lions classroom with mistletoe hanging above the doorway would come back to bite him in the ass eventually. It was never a matter of if, but when.

All things considered, it was impressive that he lasted even this long. A few of the girls he’d swept into kisses had looked disgruntled, but most just giggled. He was pretty amazed he hadn’t earned a slap yet.

The problem, he thought, was that he’d gotten complacent. His movements became automatic, an arm circling around a waist, a murmured “hey you, happy Yule” and a kiss on lips or a cheek had become too easy. As such, he stopped paying attention.

This time, his arm goes around them higher up, purring a warm “C’mere, sweet thing.” as he tugs them close and plants a kiss at the corner of their mouth. Belatedly, much too late, he realises what he just did, and once again fears for his life.

That’s… Felix. Oh fuck. Oh fuck he kissed Felix.

Sylvain’s heart hammers to a stop in his chest, which he chalks up to the fact that he’s probably about to die and not whatever the hell the weird fluttering that happens in his stomach whenever his friend is nearby lately. He needs to fix this, somehow. But how the hell does he brush this off as a joke? He should start by moving his arm away, but he’s kind of frozen and doesn’t know how to-

There! He’s only just noticed them, and any other time he’d rather die of embarrassment than know that Ingrid and Dimitri had witnessed the entire scene, but maybe, just maybe, he could pull this off. He peels himself away from Felix at the speed of a man who knows his life depends on it, marches over to Ingrid, his voice much too wobbly when he declares, “You too, come here darling,” and takes her face between his hands, kissing her soundly upon the lips.

Once he’s certain she’s out for his head too, Sylvain pulls away from Ingrid to slide over to Dimitri’s side, throwing an arm over his shoulders, “And one for our sweet prince as well! No one gets left out!” Despite it all, Sylvain cannot bring himself to kiss royalty upon the lips, so he places a big wet and noisy one on Dimitri’s cheek.

He doesn’t linger to see the look upon their faces, quickly making an excuse about returning a book to the library before dashing away. With a little luck, his friends will be too busy arguing over who gets to kill him first to give him a healthy head start. 

Sylvain absolutely does not spend the minutes he gains thinking about how Felix’s skin had felt under his lips, rather than how he’s about to meet his end.

[ruritto]

IMJOININGTHEPRISONERFELIXAUPARTYYY🎉 this is less angsty as other anons but so like have you seen dancer Felix posts? Edelgard is like “didn he dance at the school heron cup?” so the empire puts Felix to work as their dancer or one of thei dancers cus you can get dancer battalions ingame and Felix did demand to be treated like a prisoner and holy slave Leia costume batman when Sylvain is in battle and sees Felix being sent out to dance in dancer garb he preeeety much falls off his horse

LMFAO. Omg Felix. I see we've moved on from angst and straight into crack Yes I have!! Theres a really gorgeous Sylvix dancer Felix art on twitter I saw and I actually regretted not shoving Dancer class at him or Dima. But lmao this idea. Edelgard just sees Sylvain and well this isnt going to work.

Tbh though what chance does Sylvain have vs Dancer!Felix

[thirteendaysintaunton]

sylvain taking both ingrid and byleth out to eat is such a mistake on his part. man would have zero money left over

[tiervain]

“ You’re heavy. Get off. ” his own way of admitting defeat during training, but never truly saying it. He’s just mad sylvain got the best of him— this time.

“AW C’MON FELIX---”

His surly attitude never surprised Sylvain much, even when matters of combat were concerned. Often times this disposition kept Sylvain well up on his guard. But through luck or skill, this time their sparing resulted in one victor: Sylvain. Which explained the precarious situation that his friend found himself in.

Normally he would have retreated away from with a light-hearted but friendly comment regarding the current state of defeat Felix found himself under. That would have been the best course of action that would ease the tension between them. But right now, Sylvain couldn’t help the awareness that lingered between their bodies; their deep breathing mingling, the armor weighing upon their bodies, the honed sharpness of their blades-- it was a passion play they practiced and were always familiar with ever since they were children. And while the Lance of Ruin was his birthright and would serve to aid in carrying out his duty, the sword in his hand felt far more intimate of a weapon to bear.

A sword allowed the chance to encroach upon his opponents territory and meet each strike with precision. Felix understood this well that when meeting an opponent on the battlefield, regardless of stature or circumstance, once their weapons were drawn, your life and your pride would be put on the line. His pride as a swordsman took a hit when Sylvain struck the last blow, leaving him defeated. Yet as the adrenaline settled and breaths calmed from the exertion of battle, so did the unspoken language between them settle and transform into a tempered manner.

Mouth twitched and curled with amusement to Felix’s plight. Sylvain could imagine the embarrassment the swordsman felt and sympathized-- to a certain extent. But payback from past slights stacked against Felix provided Sylvain the opportunity to press his luck. And so, he couldn’t help but gloat.

“Y’know...maybe if you asked politely, I’d be inclined to get up...but you gotta say please.”