Felix's early days in Melusine, or, five times Felix felt his old life sneaking up on him.

Malkar is gone. Felix is free. Pre-series.

Written for Yuletide 2009. It would be better for everyone if they were nothing to each other. But that's never going to happen.

Felix spends an afternoon with Kay and Mildmay, intending just to listen, not to meddle.

Felix/Gideon, five different ways in which the latter loved the former.

Mildmay is oblivious of what's going on under the surface. But he does like some of the things Kay has to say. Set sometime during Corambis, just a little bit piece.

Joline and Felix have an argument, and Joline knows how to solve it. Almost cute, we swear. Featuring young!Felix and notdead!Joline.

Gideon/Felix fluff, dedicated to LJ user grey gazania. "It wouldn't be...Gideon, who rubs your back when your muscles ache from coughing…"

Companion bit to The Dead River; based on the speculation at the end. AU. Mildmay did meet his brother. Once.

Monologue. Mildmay worries.

After the fire, Felix holds what is more a vigil than anything, much as he refuses to admit it. Young!Felix. Rating for some implied grossness resulting from fire.

Felix thinks about what he does to others, especially those he loves.

Of nightmares. Felix dreams; sometimes he can't bear to be alone after.

Shannon knows Felix doesn't give second chances, but he still has things to say. Mildmay tries not to get in the middle. Post-Mirador, again.

Written for Yuletide 2008. Felix is always nastier when he's had a bit much wine. And sometimes 'nastier' means 'more dangerous.'

Written for Yuletide 2008. When it comes down to it, no one really knows Felix Harrowgate very well at all.

Post The Mirador by Sarah Monette again, hence remarkably depressing and with spoilers - Felix might be a little mad.

Doctrine of Labyrinths by Sarah Monette; Set after the events of The Mirador. 'Looking at his eyes, there was just nothing there. Not in either one, not a trace of the sometimes-bastard always-human brother I knew. He wasn’t there any more.' ONESHOT.