#feliann

[zeeohyi]

netteflix and a cursed midori days AU

in which annette and felix wake up one morning next to each other-- a bit closer than necessary, that's for sure.

part 2 here!

i'm thinking their class was out on an excursion outside garreg mach, and they chance upon a band of thieves and then fight them

they get hit by a mage's spell, and nothing happens for the most part.. at least, until they wake up the next morning and find out annette is now felix's right hand, literally!

now they're trying to get back to normal, but how exactly are they going to do that? and with nosy/suspicious/annoyingly inquisitive classmates (i.e. sylvain) it's gonna take a lot more than just sneaking around and straight up lying..

this might be the crackiest thing i've ever done, so please look forward to more of this cursed AU~

(anw bonus points to you guys if you did watch this anime back then wahahha)

[ethereal-will]

Now that she knows it exists I feel okay sharing this: New Netteflix/Felianne fic gift for @ninngeo. Please follow her for amazing Annette and Netteflix/Felianne content/shitposting. And check the fic out if it interests you (or don't, I don't care).

Excerpt:

Felix hasn't spoken a word to her since their reunion beyond what is expected out of polite group conversation. Truth be told, he doesn't know how to start. When they all went their separate ways after the attack on the monastery, Felix had barely said goodbye. He was scared — scared that if he said goodbye to Annette the way he'd said goodbye to Glenn and Dimitri, as if they could all assume they would see each other again, the curse someone had clearly placed on him would ensure she too would end up as twisted armor, no body to identify, or worse yet, as a shell of what she once was, teetering between clarity and madness, muttering to herself as she lumbered through the monastery grounds, never really seeing Felix.

Just thinking about it now is almost enough to make him vomit.

[annepassions]

Thinking about grinding my bare pussy on your thigh, moaning and whining with your lips on my neck and your fingers torturing my nipples...

[field-cryptobotanist]

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[angstyastro]

I love the ending that says he only smiles around her. Felix you big nut

[flyswhumpcenter]

Requiem [Whumptober 2019 - Stab Wound]

Summary: Felix gets stabbed in front of someone that isn't quite like the others in his eyes. Someone whose voice he never wanted to hear this torn apart.

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Blue Lions route, post-Timeskip, implied) Ship: Pre-Rel Annette/Felix

Content Warnings: Stabbing, major injury, depictions of blood, canon-typical violence.

Wordcount: 1,175 words

Notes: I've finally written actual whump for this challege, hurrah! It's only taken the 8th day for me to do that! I didn't quite think I'd write FE3H stuff for this Whumptober, especially when most of my friends seem to have jumped to other fandoms, or are at least less into the game as they used to be. Tbh, same, but I didn't see any other fandom I could write "Stab Wound" for (except maybe Trauma Center, but, heh... wasn't inspired for that one, you could say). I absolutely love Annette/Felix and am honestly surprised I've never written for it before. I think "Get Out Alive" almost was for them instead of just being Felix making it out of a battlefield while bleeding out (the prompt for it being "Bleeding Out", actually). Their support chain is one of my favorites of the game and I just really like their dynamic? And it allows me to pump out all the damn fucking musical imagery like there's no tomorrow, they open the floodgates of my metaphors. Anyway I love them and I've wanted to write them and this prompt seemed like a great choice

Event hosted by @whumptober2019

AO3 version available here.

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Truth be told, Felix has always thought of fighting on a battlefield as a solitary, almost lonely experience. It’s always been to kill or be killed and counting entirely on one’s army is a sure way to end up deceased by the end of the day and, even worse, showing a severe weakness. As he hates dependence on someone else and vulnerability in almost the same amounts, he’s always carried his duty on with himself in mind and, piercing through the air, his leader’s orders. Relying on his instincts, techniques and observations is a much safer way to fight a war and nothing could ever change his mind about it.

 Although he may have counted a bit too much on his instincts.

 His ears pick up on a distressing sound. Instead of feeling enhanced by her singing voice, the lyrics melting away into a choir guiding his moves and thoughts, he hears Annette’s words being filled with pain, almost strangled. His eyes quickly follow to get a visual on the scene, rushing without thinking twice about it as soon as he sees her getting threatened by a guy almost twice her size and more than double her weight for sure, discarding the body he’s just slashed with his sword. His legs are almost running on their own at that point, adrenaline more than enough to serve as a substitute for the energy he’s just poured on the battlefield.

He won’t let this battle be her swan song, not before he’s heard her sing again and teased her on the lyrics and spontaneity of her habit.

 Alas, as he does to attack the axe wielder from behind with a sharp and to-the-point sword slash in the back, he doesn’t quite notice someone else sneaking up on him. When he does finally realize there’s a soldier waiting to kill him, it’s almost too late: their blades cross, and he feels like he’s getting punched, right before Annette’s horrified eyes. For a single moment, he wonders who is going to win, but he pushes his deep enough to inflict a mortal wound and, despite how ashamed he is of himself for having let his guard down this badly, he’s relieved to still be of the living.

 “F-Felix…!” Her voice still trembles, far away from the melodious tones she has in her mouth when she cleans the library or waters the plants. “Y-You…”

He turns his head towards her, about to reply with some witty banter, glancing quickly at the Kingdom’s forces winning against their enemy, when a sharp pain makes itself known on his flank. His sword drops on the grass before he can even think of catching it back, putting a hand on the suddenly sore spot. One of his knees buckle without warning.

“Felix!!”

 He looks at his fingers, noticing the red dripping from them and tainting the fabric of his gloves. Stretching an arm to recover his fallen weapon, the pain obvious and blurring his thoughts until they can’t be recognized. The wound is deep, he knows it from how lightheaded he now feels, the blood loss too major to be ignored. From all accounts, he’s potentially fatally wounded. If he’s won the ambush, he’s only done so by the skin of his teeth, and the blood keeps pouring.

 “I need help! Anyone, please, help us!!”

Annette’s voice is distorted by her fears and panic, her arms flailing widely in front of him. The singing usually haunting him everywhere he goes and whatever he does is now gone, instead replaced by an excruciating requiem. Surely he’s done for.

She kneels before him, letting go of an anxious breath, sniffling and sobbing. His knee buckles again, making him pitch forward, and she decides to instead put him on his back and look around, eyes sharp, the expression on her face constantly shifting between sorrow, fear and a fierce kind of anger he’s not seen her feel yet.

“I’m gonna repay you,” she tells him with hand sparking. “I’m gonna repay you, and you won’t die, and it’ll be fine, and Mercie’s gonna heal you, and it’ll all be okay, I promise,” she almost hyperventilates out, chest rising and downing at an ever-quickening pace.

 Not wanting to be quiet beaten in that territory, Felix tries rising to his feet, only for his own body to betray him at the last minute. Dammit, if he could just swing his sword around, he’d be fine being stuck there for a little bit, but he can’t even do that… His arms are weak, his legs have given up for now, and he has to watch Annette do all the dirty work he was supposed to be doing in the first place. Still, seeing this fierce side of her isn’t the most displeasing sight… If he wasn’t heavily blanking from his flank, if his head wasn’t feeling this heavy and this dizzy, it’d have been quite the sight to behold. Instead, he’s feeling his soul leave his body further and further, helpless, and he’d have rather died on the spot than be the witness of his own slow, disgraceful demise.

He also wishes Annette wouldn’t have had his blood on her delicate hands; but alas, it’s too late to have regrets.

 Eventually, after thunder upon thunder has struck the ground of the battlefield, Annette kneels back to him, examining the wound with tears in her eyes and horror plastered on her face. He feels like he should be telling her something to reassure her, but he’s never been good with words, and the state he’s currently in doesn’t make it any better…

“Mercie’s gonna be here soon, don’t… don’t worry! You won’t die!”

As if he was planning on doing so.

“Takes… more than that… to kill me…”

“I know…! I know, but you’re still dying, Felix!”

She isn’t wrong. In fact, she’s entirely right. He is dying and will be until Mercedes can do something about it.

 His consciousness, though, isn’t quite patient enough to wait for her to arrive to their position. Dammit… He’s always been impatient, but this is just ridiculous and ill-timed. He doesn’t want to die and wants even less to make Annette thinks he’s doing just that even further. He misses her smile even more so than he misses her songs, he figures, right as Mercedes’s voice echoes in the distance until it doesn’t anymore.

He holds on, clutching at the last shards of awareness he still has, as magic pieces back together some of the guilty wound. His vision dims to complete darkness while he’s being watched over by a gentle voice and a trace of the smile he’s wanted to see desperately all this time, leaving him with almost a sense of peace as he lets himself lose consciousness, certain he’ll somehow pull through it thanks to his companions.

 Seen like that, it’s quite the ironic fate and thoughts to have for someone like him; and yet, when he eventually wakes up, he can only show gratitude to the woman who saved him.

[ninnislullaby]

The magic of reason

[claradeso]

had to doodle them,,, annette is so adorable WAGHH

[whimsycottt]

[bisexualdimitri-archived]

bi4bi felianne icons for anon!

like/reblog if you use and credit me

[zeeohyi]

sylvain teasin felix bout his lil crush + annie's hair reminding me of croissants hehehe

[sharyrazade]

Other people are way, WAY better at this than me, but-

To anyone who writes future fic involving two characters having (biological) children, how exactly do you come up with the names for said original child characters? Is it completely at random or theme-based?

I told you, I’m not good at this, so it’s usually the latter for me. A good example of this is my writing about Fire Emblem: Three Houses, a story with more than a few possible intercultural relationships/marriages.

Every now and again, I get a freebie like with Rhealeth. Who exactly is Rhea in Greek mythology? Exactly. I write their (eldest) daughter being named Hestia, since they’re literally the mother and father of the Olympians. It also works into my preference for writing M!Byleth and his fear of harming his children bordering on obsession because war and Cronus. Unfortunately for the old Witcher and Leonie for that matter, this would translate into young Byleth’s first instinct with his first training blade put in his hands being to hit Jeralt in the crotch.

Some are still easier than others: Like how I wrote Annette and Felix’s sons as named Glenn and Dimitri. Or Lorenz and Marianne’s children having German given names after their father. And since Seteth is kind of...a special case and Manuela (Spanish) is pretty obvious, so that one was a no-brainer too.

Others are kind of me being “clever,” like how I wrote Bernadetta’s (North Italian/Veronese) eldest son as being named Marius, so it doesn’t really matter that her man is a Dane with a mane of flowing red hair. With that in mind, it’s almost as much of a freebie as Edelgard’s son being named Rhaego!

The rest I have no fucking clue about honestly. Even the ones like Sylvain (Occitan or something?) and Ingrid (Norman maybe?) who you’d expect not to have an insurmountable cultural gap between them or those with a lot of historical contact between the IRL cultures like Petra (Scottish/Hebridian) and Ashe (French) or Hilda (Bavarian/south German) and Caspar (proto-Hungarian?). The one possible exception to these above examples I’d considered was Cyril and Lysithea- she’s a Greek mythological reference, so that can go any number of ways too. I’d considered them having a son named Cyrus, since Almyra is literally Persia/ancient Iran, but I honestly thought it would be kind of lazy on my part. It would flow one hell of a lot better in-universe than Xerxes would, that’s for sure.

Other times and other series are easier sometimes: I do seem to have a thing for eccentric-to-slightly-developmentally-disabled swordsmen naming their daughters for their late mothers.

[kindofclover]

a place to rest 🍂

[baasama]

felix/annette, ref’d from AnnE (season 3) scenes ! (hi-res on ko-fi ✨)

[intergalacticclouds]

🎵“Pardon the way that I stare, there’s nothing else to compare.” 🎶

[angstyastro]

Dorothea: "Felix, which way do you swing? Towards ladies? Or Men? ;)"

Felix: