#sylvainangstweekend

[teabagtoaster]

something quick for hashtag Sylvain Angst Weekend on bluesky. i havent checked if it's also on here but regardless, very fun event idea, love an excuse to draw sylvain miserable!

[pencilpai]

Stranded in Sreng for Sylvain Angst Weekend!!! Tw: animal death, gore

[dryltt3]

my sylvain angst weekend contribution: classic sylvain making things worse for himself, as he knows no other way 🫶 sylvix, 5.7k, rated E. read here!

[kohiiflux]

[REPOST FROM BLUESKY - i am still the artist]

Time to draw my favourite ginger with my problems.

[onlylowercase]

Sylvain with a cold

[swanfrcst]

maw

fandom: fe3h | sylvain/felix | M | 10k tags: azure moon route | nightmares | angst with a hopeful ending | hurt/comfort | demonic beast transformation & mild gore in nightmares | kissing | biting | fingers in mouth | hair-pulling

In his memory, Felix looked at the beast Miklan had become with an expression of grim horror and open disgust. In his dreams, Felix stared at him, the grotesque shape of himself reflected deep in Felix's amber eyes. He could not bear to see it. An ugly emotion rose from within him. The crest hooked in his bloodstream pulsed in concert with his repulsion and his fury, and then he was striking out. The familiar taste of blood in his mouth, the familiar satisfaction of bone crunching between his teeth.

Sylvain, haunted by nightmares of the Lance of Ruin and of turning into a crest beast, tries to ruin the last good thing he has. Felix won't let him.

[yumixuji]

i could build us a house, down across the sea

a lil 10k, rated M fic for #SylvainAngstWeekend on bluesky/twt!

LINK ON AO3!

Some people cry when they mourn. Sylvain? Well, Sylvain built a house down across the sea.

This fic is essentially flashback city and my rewriting of the sylvix ending in any route that isn't Blue Lions-- but specifically the Black Eagles route.

[vampirekoolaid]

being torn in two never comes out clean [sylvix]

sylvain and felix meet a final time on the battlefield. they must either keep their promise or break it.

↪ 1k, T, one-shot

↪ sylvain angst weekend 2026

↪ MCD, grief, suicidal sylvain, black eagles sylvain

Not that he ever put much stock in religion before, but shit, if there was ever a time to start praying, wouldn't it be now? "What are you doing?" Felix rasps. Blood flecks his lips when he speaks. Hysterically, Sylvain thinks of the saints, of the way the Holy Relics all look a bit too much like bone, of who in the world might be worthy to wield a sword forged from the last son of House Fraldarius. Sylvain shakes his head, presses harder on the wound. "Shut up. Just — shut up, okay?"