#felix brasher

[tvaccaro]

He's here, he's queer, and his bisexual flames are near!

I've had lots of plans in store for my urban fantasy novel, De Cineribus: From the Ashes, including character art to help bring the cast to life! And of course, we simply must begin with Felix - the angsty boi with lots of religious trauma. I'll be getting the others done soon, and revealing them all at once when I announce my plans for the series. But for now, Patrons - those who support me over on my Patreon page - will be able to see Felix in all his glory! A huge thank you to @teawinx for the beautiful art, and also helping with this teaser image. Seriously, go check out her art, it's fantastic!

[flightfoot]

Something I don’t think I’ve heard brought up about Argos/Felix is he’s very different transformed. Most of the Heroes weren’t too different from their civilian selves. The one with the biggest difference in personality is probably Juleka but still not too much difference. Felix has been very Enigmatic in his appearances never breaking a his facade. Argos however is loud brash and emotional(fitting). Then again Felix was originally supposed to be Chat Noir and Chat Noir was supposed to be more a Anti Hero. Maybe Argos’ personality was what Chat Noir was Originally supposed to be.

Just something to think about.

Kind of hard to say for sure since we've only seen Argos appear once, but you're right - he's a lot louder, brasher, and more emotional than Felix normally is. A lot like Adrien when he's Chat Noir in that way, actually. I'd love to see more of Argos, it seems like Felix lets out a part of his personality that he keeps hidden normally.

[therewithasmile]

you have a hold

Duke Fraldarius gets a visit from a certain green-haired individual: Lady Byleth, archbishop, his wife.

ao3

"You have a visitor."

The simple statement was enough to rouse Felix from his stupor, one that he hadn’t known he was even in. But that was becoming a frequent occurrence: when the meetings dragged on, even the surrounding Lords and their words became nothing but added background noise. So when the courier looked at him in earnest, Felix knew the meaning of his pointed look. He barely managed to get his hastened apologies and pardons out, but those present shared a look as soon as his back was turned. Truthfully, he knew they would – such a presence, unannounced, only meant one thing.

And she hadn’t bothered to send a raven – anything – before arriving at his (their, if she ever decided she wanted it so) doorstep. 

Three long strides was all it took for Felix to cross the threshold the entrance hall and into his own personal training room. There she stood -- Byleth, archbishop, his wife -- just a few feet from him, arms crossed across her chest, in regalia that never quite suited her. While it hugged her curves and fit well against her body, it didn't do the same things to him as when he saw her in her battle garb, platemail and all, with her body tense, sword in hand.  

Her eyebrow perked. "Do I need an excuse to drop in, my love?" 

He must look frazzled. Felix certainly felt frazzled. There was more he liked to do when he knew she was coming. Something like preparing a meal, drawing a hot bath, making sure the sparring ground prim and proper despite what would happen moments later. "No, but I like to have a heads up," he chose to say instead, and though the intent was teasing he was certain just a little frustration intoned his words. And though what he felt wasn’t quite bashfulness, he did busy himself by sliding a steel sword from its holder, tossing a second still sheathed towards the green-haired archbishop. 

As always, Byleth betrayed nothing as she caught the weapon one-handed, a small quirk on the corner of her lip the only exception. "Like you ever gave me a heads up before," she scoffed playfully. "I still remember you chasing after me, hair barely out of your face, asking me to spar..." 

If she was trying to embarrass him, Felix had long since come to terms with his previous antics. To think back and realize what truly motivated him then had initially been quite a shock; now, he didn't try to control the smirk that tugged at his façade. 

"I'm sure seventeen year-old me would be disappointed to know I only get to see you the way I wanted when I get the rare chance to take the archbishop to bed." 

To her credit, Byleth's facade remained outwardly as cool as ever as she sank down, sword drawn. "Spent a long time beside Margrave Gauntier, have we?"  

"Childhood friends," Felix said as he mirrored her stance. "He was bound to rub off me sooner or later." 

She laughed, a bell of a sound that he so rarely heard from his wife, and she twirled her sword so familiarly. If Felix were being honest, this was what suited her -- this was so much more natural. Her eyes sharpened like a hawk's and her lips relaxed to a calm neutral. He'd seen her when she worked and he couldn't help but to note the lack of shine in his love's eyes, the way her mouth was tense even when talking, smiling. Now, she was relaxed - now, she was Byleth.  

And she still was, doubly so as she expertly blocked his blow, teeth grazing her lips in concentration at his sudden advance. It was the same dance that they had always had danced, a tango of blades accompanied by a symphony of metallic clashes as steel met steel. And, like every step to their routine, she always seemed to have the upper hand. It was almost unfair, in a way, that the revered archbishop could still be this skilled with the sword after this long on the job.  

Sheen of sweat had formed on her brow, and the ragged breath that serrated through her lungs was like fire to his ears. Still, it wasn't too long before his sword went flying from his grip, and then his back hit the stone wall - like ice against his heated torso - and the tip of her blade caressed along the planes of his jaw before her lips planted firmly onto his cheek.  

"Beat you again, Fraldarius," was her feathered breath, heavy and worn, and it did things to his head that he suspected had nothing to do with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.  

"Okay, Fraldarius," he said breathlessly, and this time he did manage to get a reaction from her, even if it was just the faintest blush to tint her cheeks pink.  

"Archbishop Byleth to you," she responded, almost dutifully. Felix couldn’t help but roll his eyes skywards as her own sword clattered noisily to the floor.  “You almost had me there too,” she said, almost conversationally, and Felix only scoffed. 

“Isn’t it sacrilegious to lie, Lady Byleth?” 

Something between a choke and a laugh came from his beloved. She pushed verdant hair from her face, and it was really unfair how such a simple motion was enough to make his heart thud erratically. Sure, distance made the heart grow fonder – but at this rate, it made him feel like he was – many – years younger, when he was admittedly much brasher and irrevocably infatuated with his then-professor. So with her hair pushed back and eyes a liquid fire, skin positively glowing from just sparring alone, the way her regalia -- so not accustomed to any physical activity, let alone to the extent they did – clung to her body, right under the weight of her breasts… 

To say that he swallowed through a lump in his throat would have been an understatement. 

The look she then gave him was sly, too all knowing – a combination of her seeing through him, like she always had, and just familiarity made it all the more easier for her to read his mind like a book. 

She smirked, and said all too breathlessly, “can I at least shower first?”  

. 

“Since when?”

Of all the things Felix had learned about her overtime, this was probably the most surprising. Her body was pressed up against his, the rise and fall of stolen breaths soft in the curve of her back. She was cold - she always was, one of the first thing he'd learned about her - and so he tightened his grip, tucked in the point of his elbow softly into her chest as a sigh feathered from her lips, and he pressed his own into the crown of her head.  

She flipped over, a bit suddenly, her green eyes so clear - like water, one of many parts of her he found irresistibly interesting about her - and hedging those oceanic depths, a small facet of genuine intrigue.  

Felix felt the heat rise to his ears; with a twist, he craned his head into the upper part of his forearm, if anything to stop himself before his words came before his train of thought did. "Gradually, I guess," he said, carefully, and he knew Byleth so well now that he could feel the tidal surge of her stare to know she, as usual, saw right through him.  

Her touch was lithe, cool, and meticulous - just the tip of her finger pad as she traced the line from his cheek, down to his jawline. And yet it was unfair how just a simple gesture, affectionate in a way she could afford, left trails of fire and ice that spread like spiderwebs across his skin.  

"And the truth, this time?"  

Her voice was coy, but he too knew that he hadn’t been the most forthcoming with his half-answer. And when her finger lingered on the jut of his chin, before lifting to press against the swell of his lower lip, he relented.  

"I don't know, maybe the whole time?" His answer wrenched out of his attempt of control, and perhaps to any other ears could have easily ruined the tender moment between them. But the bite that would have perhaps deterred only elicited a small giggle instead, and the sound only made the already-present sparks of nervous elation catch to a slow burning fire. 

If there was more that she was curious about, Byleth didn’t voice it, and Felix was not about to ask the same embarrassing question – he had no idea how she could so shamelessly say such. But he’d known her methodology, known it when she had snatched the ring-case out of his hand as he fought so hard to get the stupid words out of his mouth and then she’d dropped to one knee. “Just have to not think about it so hard, Fraldarius,” she had teased after he begrudgingly (because it should’ve been her who had to say it, Saints be damned) said yes.

She was always unfair when she saw through him that easily.

As she did again, when her eyes caught his, and they were nothing but inviting as he pushed himself up, hovering over her body. “Sappy,” he said simply, and then he lowered himself and let his lips feather along the angle of her jaw.

“Determined,” she responded, his particular area of interest vibrating as she spoke. “You were too, back then.”

 He couldn’t help the soft laugh that overtook him before he reclaimed her lips; she sighed into the gesture, just lightly, before the tips of her teeth tugged at his lower lip.

Felix pulled away before she could deepen the kiss any further. “I still am,” he said, very seriously, and his beloved underneath him bestowed him with a signature smirk.

“Are you asking me to spar, Fraldarius?”

“Haven’t you bested me already once today?” he responded, coolly, into the soft spot in her neck as she shifted, a breath wafting against his ear. And then, just as suddenly, those lithe fingers curled around his chin and pulled him up – and Felix found himself staring into endless green depths, depths he adored endlessly even if the journey through the abyss was spiralling.

“Please,” she whispered, and it was barely a question.

Yet he couldn’t resist her – he never could.

It was hard to put it into words: the realization had been shocking, but also in a way, comforting. It offered an explanation to everything, every calculation that had missed and every desire that had been fronting as something else. But to narrow it down to a single moment was more or less impossible; made even more so when the subject to the question offered so many other ways to occupy his mind – and mouth – just inches away from him.

The words fluttered at his lips, half formed as they were, and it simply became easier to ignore the raging inferno that seemed to burn at his tongue and redirect it to her collarbone – her shoulders – the swell of her breasts, unbidden from that frivolous regalia that did nothing to really accentuate how perfect his wife was.

“Easy Felix,” she said somewhere above him, words like little kisses of light underneath the heavy blanket of his arousal. “I’m here for a week, this time.”

“And you still couldn’t have sent a raven,” he murmured against her navel. The small peal of laughter makes her ribs tense, stretching the skin just slightly underneath his touch.

Her response was so simple, so transparent. “I like surprising you.”

She always did, and she continued to, for what he silently hoped to be something close to forever.

[sazandorable]

AU centered around Sheba landing elsewhere as a baby? (Landing in Prox or near Champa or Shaman Village for example, whichever you take to be most interesting)

She falls in Prox. She breaks through the dark sky at the dead of winter and lands right in front of the Lighthouse. There have been talks, already, of doing something about the chasm. The miracle is seen as an omen, a message from the Mars Star, and even reluctant Puelle has to concede that this means approval of the plan that had been hotly debated. A delegation is sent to Mount Aleph. Even a full decade earlier, Saturos and Menardi are already amongst the best of Prox, and though they do not lead, they are part of that party.But they are younger, and not as desperate (the threat and the edge of the world still more distant), and they are bolder and brasher, bolstered by the knowledge that their mission has the blessing of Mars. There are no survivors this time.

When no one comes back, Puelle, who has been entrusted with the caretaking of the fallen child, realizes that perhaps she was not the message, but the messenger. She will be their hero, she will be the one who releases Alchemy and saves Prox.So she is raised as a hero and trained as a warrior, even though she is a fragile human without scales or claws. She becomes very much not fragile by OUR standards, but she has to work a lot more than the average Prox kids to even match them in power. She fucking does, because if there’s one thing that’s even stronger in her than her rebellious spirit, it’s her spite.She grows up along with Karst, who is only a few years older and is one of the few children in Prox who has no sibling to pester into sparring with her. They beat each other up multiple times a week and become friends. Karst is a much different, more likeable person this way around; she has grown up with her parents’ mourning (further complicated by the fact that they just never heard back of the mission at all, never had the news, never saw a body), and she doesn’t remember her sister for herself. Where Sheba is actively encouraged to be adventurous and destined to leave Prox to travel the world and is given daily outlets to channel any frustration and aggressivity into beating up training dummies, Karst is very sheltered by her parents and a much calmer, melancholy kid. But she also wants to be a warrior, and trains hard to be able to accompany and protect her funny little white-skinned and scale-less friend when the time comes.

The time comes when Sheba is eighteen and the void is only the size of a few houses away from the Lighthouse — perhaps a couple years left until it falls in. The trip has been discussed for ages, and the conclusion was: since twenty of Prox’s best warriors were not enough, no force this time; diplomacy or stealth, only a couple warriors — Karst and Agatio — as escort to the Messenger From The Sky, and two more to stay outside of Vale and come back to report to Prox. When they reach Vale, Garet is twenty-one and has been an orphan since the age of three. Felix, who was only four years old when the boulder fell this time, never was on the pier, and his and Isaac’s family made it out perfectly safely, but Garet’s parents, the mayor’s son and his wife, were young and lively and good Adepts. They were first in line to deal with the catastrophe, and they both perished. The mayor is technically elected, but the position is often inherited, as a mayor’s children grow up seeing and learning how to take care of the town. So Kay and Garet are in the room when Sheba and Karst stampede into their grandfather’s house (and Agatio follows sighing and preparing for disaster).Sheba is in charge, so the talks do not really go very smoothly, but it has been almost twenty years — the wounds are not as fresh. There’s more talk. Sheba actually mentions Prox’s fate. Kraden has been living in Vale for longer and is allowed to sit in and contribute to discussion. In the end, Kay and Garet, along with their husbands Felix and Isaac (BECAUSE I DO WHAT I WANT), take Sheba, Karst and Kraden into the Sanctum. (Agatio is made to stay behind as collateral and also being the most dangerous. He’s fine with that, he gets a pot of tea and chats with the old mayor while Aaron and Jenna glare at him.)TL;DR they almost kill everyone again because Karst, but no one gets kidnapped and in the end they get the stars, Vale grudgingly allows them to try and do the thing, Kraden insists to come along To Witness This, and so do Isaac and Felix to give some Venus support and Vale rep (and babysit him) while their mayor’s-family spouses stay back to look after the town. A week into the trip Felix and Karst have a rivalry over who is Sheba’s better bodyguard (this despite the fact that Sheba can fry monsters perfectly well on her own).

Alex never met the Proxians and never left Imil. He is the one that takes them up Mercury Lighthouse, and between him and the three Proxians, it is a joyride. Then he tags along because he’s interested in releasing Alchemy, and Mia ambushes them outside the Lighthouse and joins the group as well because the Lighthouse is now lit (and possibly more of her Clan has survived with Alex’s additional help) and because she can’t possibly let her lunatic cousin out of her sight on a trip to release Alchemy.The sass. The banter. The snark. Constantly. Sheba is probably head over heels in love with Mia by the time they reach Kolima.

… Four years earlier, they may well have met Ivan as a tree in Kolima. But this time, Hammet just happened to not be in that part of the world at the time of the eruption, and instead, they first meet Hama at her temple, who teaches Reveal to Sheba and tells him to look for a young man in Kalay, after the desert, who is fated to help them, and to take him with them across the ocean. They do the logical thing and go ask the town leaders if he knows anything about a Fated young man in town, and Hammet and Layana have The Talk with Ivan. They cross the sea to Tolbi in one of Hammet’s merchant ships.

Babi is already dead, but since they’ve single-handedly saved the Colosso and Tolbi’s economy by wiping the Karagol of its monsters, Iodem shrugs and agrees to let a young woman compete in the Colosso. SHEBA CHEERFULLY CHEATS AND KICKS MAJOR ASS. Iodem considers opening it to teenage girls starting next year, Felix judges as the snarky entire rest of the team deadpan that yeah there’s probably an audience for that.The construction of Babi’s lighthouse was dropped as soon as he kicked the bucket, possibly earlier, because Iodem isn’t a monster. Venus Lighthouse goes without a hitch, except for the slight tsunami problem that comes after. Alex has to be yelled at to help Mia into protecting Lalivero from the worst of it. They get Babi’s Lemurian ship because… uuhhhh… idk Iodem gifted it to the town as excuses for the lighthouse thing? I don’t remember if it can be sailed at all by non-Adepts, if they have the thingy that makes it go Black Orb. (Piers didn’t get stranded by the tsunami bc he just happened to not be out fishing that day. They meet him in Lemuria at some point and he’s a bit wistful, but his mom is still alive.)

Jupiter is the easiest. Nothing much to say here. Ivan reunites with his sister, Sheba muses about how it feels kinda weird for her to be going home now, she wasn’t really expecting to find anything about her true origins but… still…

This has all been WAY too easy and the Wise One is feeling extra pissy, so the Doom Dragon has five heads (gotta make up for no Fusion Dragon!): Puelle and Karst’s and Agatio’s parents.

I guess they save the world.

Alex mumbles something about hey couldn’t we like use this nifty jewel to warp back to Vale and climb Mount Aleph real fast and get some of this cool infinite power and eternal life and —everyone whacks him.

[teawinx]

The grand collab is here!!!

If you're anything like me, you're all already fans of my business partner (ohoho how scancalous), but go check him out if you haveeeeen't

He's here, he's queer, and his bisexual flames are near!

I've had lots of plans in store for my urban fantasy novel, De Cineribus: From the Ashes, including character art to help bring the cast to life! And of course, we simply must begin with Felix - the angsty boi with lots of religious trauma. I'll be getting the others done soon, and revealing them all at once when I announce my plans for the series. But for now, Patrons - those who support me over on my Patreon page - will be able to see Felix in all his glory! A huge thank you to @teawinx for the beautiful art, and also helping with this teaser image. Seriously, go check out her art, it's fantastic!