#Felwinter/timur

[makoredeyes]

It’s been six months and the series is still going so I thought I’d throw this back out into the wild today! Earlier entries in the series are more stand-alone but the further on you get the more interconnected they are, so for folks just arriving and seeing my update posts, if you’re lost, this is where you start.

Conflagration, inspired by artwork by the incomparable @/Sylenth-l begins the journey of the On Like A Housefire series, now 22 fics and counting (#23 is in production) following the loves, lives, and losses of primarily Osiris, Felwinter, and Timur from the Dark Age right up to more or less current game canon.

Overarching thematics are widely romantic, with some healthy doses of drama, action, and angst. (And a sprinkling of kink smut, just to keep it that Warlock level of Weird)

*Don’t let the rarepairs/triad scare you off, I back my shit up.

4/25/24 EDIT: For those of you who do not have an AO3 Membership yet, I have a handful of invites on hand. Given the recent bot attacks, I encourage my readers to sign up. It is free and easy to join, but requires either an invite or a wait list vetting from the site (to avoid exactly this kind of problem). If you'd like an invite please DM me with an email address.

[searsage]

Skorri sat in place hidden behind one of the many pillars of the keep, across the hall she could see Lady Efrideet following suit, hiding in a similar spot behind a pillar just shy of the stairwell.

Her lovely ivory and bronze armor glinting gently where the stray light caught it, it made the singer's heart skip beats.

She looks beautiful and excited, just as excited as Timur, the warlock had been glowing for days, it was great to see his mind free of the stress that often plagued the him, never had he seemed so young.

Down the hall she could just make out lord saladin's silhouette, he was frowning like always but even skorri could see Timur's vigor had infected him as well, he too was invested in the mischief about to unfold before them.

It seemed everyone's spirit's were high, for once things were unexpectedly looking up for the iron lords.

Beautiful music filled the echoing halls of Felwinter peak, it shattered the dreary ambiance, Tchaikovsky's symphonies filled the silence, their notes chasing each other around in timeless loops.

The delightful trap was set and now all that was left was for the iron lords to wait, and to Skorri's surprise and Timur's pure delight they didn't have to wait long.

The drowned out sound of a bed chamber doors creaking shut could just be heard just trickling through the obnoxiously loud classical music, across from her skorri can see Lady Efrideet brimming with mirth and excitement, as lord Felwinter emerges from the staircase true to Timur's predictions.

She finds herself holding her breath as the curious iron Lord descends the staircase, his right hand is full of paperwork, no doubt charts and data sheets but he doesn't bother setting them down, instead the curious Exo immediately heads for the antique record player, there he hovers around it for a good while, curiously looking about, but obviously too infatuated by the machine to thoroughly scope the parameter for hiding iron lords or even question the suspiciously empty common space.

Eventually he reaches his hand out, metal fingers plucking the nail up and setting it back two tracks, his head tilted elegantly downward as he listened to the mystifying.

He looked like an artistic sculpture, standing so still near to the table, the machine who was all sharp edges and elegant posture, for once looked..at peace..

Fleeting light crept in from the windows, illuminating the thick faded fur of thr robe against his back and catching the horns of his well worn helmet.

He looked utterly radiant in his little moment of private peace, skorri could practically feel Timur's soul leaving his body, and silently hoped the man had the strength to go through with the prank he himself orchestrated.

Again Felwinter set the nail back, the exo had no doubt found his favorite song, his finger tapping against the table once, twice before the iron lord finally pushed away with all the reluctance of a sailor under a siren's spell, slowly vanishing into the nearby study, to no doubt deal with the moutain of charts wedged under his arm.

This was her cue.

Her heart slammed in her chest as skorri darted out from behind the marble piller, to her left Lady Efrideet was practically vibrating in place, quickly motioning for her to go forward before the iron lord returned.

Skorri swallowed her apprehension, if she was caught it was game over, with a brief scope of the room and hall leading to the study Felwinter had retreated to, she dashed forward swiftly closing the distance between her and the record player.

The moment her nimble fingers plucked the needle from it's track the melody adruptly died, instantly the room was all too quiet and Skorri felt her heart freeze under the weight of apprehension.

"Pssst!"

The singer jolted as a small sound jumpstarted her reflexes again, it was Timur, the man was waving wildly, pointing from the study door to her hiding spot, quickly she replaced the record, leaving the nail idle and carefully placing the pilfered record on the table, then she darted out of sight, sighing in relief as the shadow of the piller cast a cool concealing shadow over her.

Luckily for the songtrist she had made it just in time!

It was mere seconds before Felwinter's silhouette reemergred from the study, his peculiar ram helmit pointed towards the idle player

[shalalalalaw]

If you're still up for the Ship Bingo: Cayde/Andal and Felwinter/Timur, please 👀💙

OK I KNOW THERE'S A LOT OF OVERLAP BUT LISTEN-

actually i have no excuse, i think both Andal&Cayde and Felwinter&Timur are awful for each other in different ways. The Hunters drag each other into copious amounts of trouble (*COUGHCOUGH*Taniks*COUGHCOUGH*) and the Warlocks are too idealistic and driven for their own good to NOT make trouble (Rasputin/SIVA/Seraph bunkers).

At the same time, I do have so many headcanons for feltim, i feel they're my lil dolls at this point. That SAID, the fandom always has better stuff for them bc we only have a couple lore tabs for wach of them. But also, i can clearly see Candal being more affectionate with each other compared to emotionally repressed fel, even with timur there to coax him out of his shell.

[sylenth-l]

[zappadoodlecat]

slightly early birthday gift to @liobits ! i love you dear! enjoy your problematic science duo! read her fic: Warranty Void!

loose refs for the designs i made for the two of them:

[warlordfelwinter]

id say im back on my bullshit but honestly im back on so many bullshits at once right now and i cant keep track of what my brain is doing so idk heres one for the girlies who followed me for iron lords bullshit 15000 years ago

[deadecho]

Uhm. I wrote a thing. Read it or uh. Don't. That's cool too.

[nox1699]

That's why I cant let those two boys even though they were already dead/// damnit

[datmoongamer]

Look out Timur! Your Golden Age research partner just went on vacation for the winter and has imprinted on another Risen way cooler and sexier than you! Timur!! Timur he's having deep conversations without you!!! TIMUR!!!!

[gtswmeiko]

Got a new fic out, this one delves into an AU that is just casually sitting in my head.

as always, read the tags before reading the fic!

[the11tailedwrites]

Day 11-12 | Exhaustion

Takes place in my Destiny/Naruto fusion au. @hidden-scarlet-whispers more Osiris being a badass stuff for you plus, the actual canon-in-my-verse way Sival was exposed. @/sylenth-l is 100% responsible for me falling in love with Colovance.

Tw: implications of sa, mind control

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Lord Colovance was tired. He was so fucking tired. Not physically. He knew it wasn’t physically. He watched his body sleep, he watched it lounge around. He knew it was mental. Watching himself do things, say things, and not being able to control any of it. A helpless slave in his own fucking body. It was all Lord Sival’s fault. Colovance wasn’t sure how it was that Sival was able to use mind control, but it worked pretty damn well.

Sival fucking used him to frame Osiris for a crime he didn’t commit and get him exiled from the city. And all the while, the real Colovance thrashed in the prison of his mind, screaming for someone, anyone to hear him. To help Osiris. To help him. No one did.

To his credit (as much as Colovance hated giving that bastard Sival and credit) he knew how to manipulate. He made all the Iron Lords think that Lord Colovance was still in control. Sival had turned them against Osiris.

But now…now Sival had grander ambitions. He had set his eyes (and mind control powers) on The Speaker. If Sival had The Speaker in his pocket, under his control, he would gain so much power that Colovance wasn’t sure anyone would be able to stop him until it was too late.

When the control had first been placed on him, Colovance had tried too hard to fight it. It, of course, didn’t work. He was too weak. He knew Sival tried to do it on Osiris, but couldn’t. That was why Sival had wanted Osiris gone. Because he could control him.

Sival liked being in control. He liked it almost as much as he loved torturing people. He liked beating Colovance. His only personal pet that could do nothing but what he says. Of everything Sival had done, he allowed Colovance to keep control over some of his senses. Touch, Sound, Taste, Sight. His mouth was not his, his eyes couldn’t move by his orders.

Colovance wished he had been stripped of all sense. Maybe that would have been better than being aware, being able to feel, as Sival carved him open and…well he had to do something when he got hard. He liked it better when Colovance bled red and white.

It made Colovance so sick.

It had been the night before Sival was to set his plan into motion. He heard something behind him. His body turned, his eyes shifting to find the source of the noise. Osiris stood in the doorway of Colovance’s bedroom with a look of determination on his face and a strange paper tag in his hand.

Then he shot forward and slammed Colovance onto the floor before he pressed the tag against his head.

There was a blinding light and Colovance cried out. He cried out! Him! Not the mind controlled him, the real him! Colovance shot up, eyes wide as his body listened to what he wanted. He flexed his fingers and they flexed! Colovance looked up at Osiris, eyes stinging with tears.

”How did you know?” he croaked, voice almost breaking.

”Your mind was buzzing. It never buzzed before,” Osiris explained, looking rather proud of himself.

Colovance let out a sob, burying his face in his hands and breaking down. After so many decades, he was in control. Not Sival, him.

”Thank you, Osiris,” sobbed Colovance, “Thank you,”

”Don’t thank me, thank Makato. She made this tag”-Colovance didn’t know who Makato was-“You think you can fight?” asked Osiris and Colovance looked up, tear stained face coated in confusion, “Sival is planning to attack The Speaker and put him under his control, no? So let’s stop him,”

Osiris held out a hand and Colovance took it.

”Let’s kick that fucking bastard’s ass,” said Colovance

Colovance knocked on The Speaker’s door, Osiris hidden at his side.

“Enter,” called The Speaker and the duo stepped inside.

Sival was already there, drinking tea with The Speaker, but looked confused when he spotted Colovance.

”Colovance, I thought I said I would be doing this alone,” snapped Sival

Colovance cocked his head and walked over to Sival, stopping just short of the man, who glowered up at him in rage.

”You did say that,” said Colovance, before he hit Sival with a void coated hand.

Sival was sent slamming into the ground and The Speaker shot up.

“Lord Colovance, what are you doing?” cried The Speaker

”Getting revenge,” snarled Colovance, “For the past few decades of pain he caused me,”

The Speaker moved to grab him, but Osiris’ hand shot out and he gripped The Speaker’s arm, firmly, tossing off the void as he did.

”Osiris?” asked The Speaker, confusion on his face

”Lord Colovance has been trapped in his own mind for decades because of what Sival did. Let him get his vengeance. I know he will not go too far,”

”What do you mean, trapped?” asked The Speaker

”You know I speak the truth,”

”I-I do,” The Speaker said, glancing out the window towards The Traveler, glowing softly in the sky.

”He was going to do the same to you,” said Osiris, letting go of The Speaker’s arm.

The Speaker backed up, away from Sival.

”He’s fucking lying,” snarled Sival, “Don’t trust anything that mad warlock says!”

”I trust the Traveler. And it trusts Osiris,” said The Speaker, “Try not to go too far, Lord Colovance,”

Colovance took that as permission and lunged, fist coated in void, and smashed it repeatedly against Sival’s body, hot tears of rage streaking down his face. He didn’t stop until Sival was almost dead.

He fell back against his heels and buried his face in his blood coated hands and sobbed. His shoulders shook and his sobs were muffled only by his hands.

”I will contact the other Iron Lords,” he heard The Speaker say.

A hand rested on his shoulder, far too small to be Osiris’ and he looked up. A child of maybe 13 stood there, hunter judging by her cape. Her fox ears twitched slightly as she gently rubbed his back.

”It’s okay now, Uncle Colovance,” she said, “He can’t ever touch you again. If he tried, I’ll eat his face,”

She bared her teeth, revealing sharp teeth reminiscent of canines.

”I’m sorry, who are you?” he asked, softly, voice still shaky with tears.

”I’m Makato Uzumaki, the one who made the tag that freed you,” she said, cheerfully

”Thank you, Makato,” whispered Colovance, “For giving me back my freedom,”

”Anytime!” she said just as the door flew open.

”Speaker!” came the voice of Lord Timur, “What’s the emergency!”

Colovance glanced towards the door and spotted Lord Timur and Lord Felwinter quickly making their way inside.

Timur glowered at Osiris and readyed his fists. The Speaker placed a hand on top of them.

”Osiris is not the enemy here, Lord Sival is…or was. I think he’s dead right now,” said The Speaker.

Timur and Felwinter glanced over as Lord Sival’s motionless and bloodied form, to his ghost, hanging in suspended animation, a long paper tag slapped over its face. Colovance recognized some of the lettering as Japanese Kanji.

“Colovance, are you alright?” Timur asked, pulling Colovance’s attention away from the ghost and towards his former mentor.

”I-maybe?” he said.

”You’re crying?” asked Timur, crouching down in front of Colovance and gently brushing his fingers against Colovance’s face.

Colovance felt his eyes sting again and then he threw himself into Timur, body shaking and soft sobs escaping his lips.

”Shhh,” whispered Timur, holding him tight, “It’s okay,”

Timur glanced around the room, hoping someone would fill him in.

Makato did.

”He was under the effects of mind control,” she said, “We undid it, but he spent many many many years under its effects. Bad juju. He was aware but not in control. I know what that feels like,”

Timur’s eyes widened.

”Lord Sival did this, didn’t he,” said Lord Felwinter, speaking for the first time since he entered The Speaker’s office.

”Yes,” stuttered Colovance, “He fr-framed Osiris, got him exiled and then he-“

Colovance couldn’t continue, memories of the…nights they shared together.

”If you were under Sival’s control for years, does that mean you never consented to a relationship with him?” whispered Timur and all Colovance could do was nod, “Oh light, Colovance, I am so sorry,”

”You didn’t know,” whispered Colovance

”But I should have, we all should have,” whispered Timur

”I will discuss the terms of Sival’s punishments with the council in the morning as well as the lifting of Osiris’ exile,” said The Speaker, “For now, Lord Timur, you should probably take Lord Colovance to his room to rest. He looks exhausted,”

Timur nodded and gently guided Colovance to stand, letting the man lean against him as he led him out of the Speaker’s office.

”Osiris,” Felwinter started, glancing over at his student.

”I should be mad at you,” said Osiris, bluntly, “But it’s hard to be mad when I fell for his manipulation too. I’m trying to not be so much of a hypocrite,”

”You, trying not to be a hypocrite, my Osiris, how you have changed,” said Felwinter, tone light

”Blame Makato, she’s been too much of a good influence on me,” said Osiris

”Then, I thank you, Makato,” said Felwinter

”I even got him to learn how to cook! We eat every day! I make sure of it,” said Makato, grinning before her face fell slightly, “Will Uncle Colovance be okay?”

An uneasy silence filled the room.

”I hope so,” said The Speaker.

[makoredeyes]

Cavorting

More and more I’m enjoying depicting Timur abusing that Warlock Float and I’m not sorry. Solid ground does not suit him.

Gave myself a night off from all my usual routines, responsibilities, and goals to just sit and doodle, and this is what happened. Despite everything, joy remains.

Timur’s design, as always, borrowed from the unmatchable Sylenth-L

[searsage]

"You think I'd run off? Abandon the iron decree-"

"Hah! Of course not! But I was worried about you, although I'd reckon it would be quite hard to catch trail if you had.." Timur rambled, his nerves feeling scrubbed raw and strung tight, gor he was an idiot..

The iron lord was so preoccupied by his worry and th3 need to locate the roaming Exo that he never actually took the time to thoroughly consider what he would say once he finally located man…

And with Felwinter's ever present pokerface it was never easy to gauge what he was thinking until he spoke out or his facade of indifference fractured…

The brooding Exo does not humor his jest and seconds tick by as the air plane's rust bitten hanger slowly fills to the brim with a suffocating silence.

Slowly the Exo's optics narrowed, as if almost suspicious of warlocks words.

"Are you telling me I should leave..?" Felwinter's voice was scathing at best, the eliksni shock dagger crackling within his obsidian fingers.

"Do you mean to leave..?"

"Say what you mean Lord Timur.."

"What I'm saying is, I wouldn't be surprised if you considered it..to leave us, some of us have little trust in you.. but I also hope you stay, this world is a dark place Felwinter, lights like you are rare, you are exceptionally unique Felwinter…" The stormcaller admmited, the soft smile finding his features distracts the iron lord from the destressingly rapid beat of his own pathetic heart.

Felwinter remained silent for a breath, his ramlike helmit tilted up towards the sky, Timur almost wondered if the eccentric exo had forgotten he was even standing There!

[shalalalalaw]

For the drabble prompts: maybe something happy for Destiny or BG3, for the characters of your choice? :)

Love your work btw!!!

Timur is staring at him again. Felwinter doesn't feel like he's stopped staring in days. Since before they’d left to track down this latest Seraph Bunker. It doesn't feel malicious or even calculating. It unnerves Felwinter in a way the other Warlock's never made him feel before. It fills him with unease as he crouches in the snow next to the entry's console. He tinkers with it, trying to gain access while steadfastly ignoring Timur's eyes boring holes into his neck. After the cables spark for the third time and scorch his fingers, Felspring groans and zips out of Felwinter's coat to take over, "Just let me do it, you'll ruin your gloves otherwise and I'll have to fix those later too." Felwinter huffs but backs up, giving her space to work. He shuffles to Timur's side and settles in for an awkward wait. The other Warlock hums to himself as if coming to a revelation and Felwinter glances at him. Timur's smile is impish and his tone sharp when he opens his mouth at last, "You found something, didn't you?" Felwinter stares at him, eyes narrowing slightly. Timur's smile widens, "You've been different since you came back from Shaxx's keep. Good kind of different. Less on edge and more simply...alert." Felwinter stares blankly. He thinks back to his time clashing with Shaxx and losing his head again and again, trying to convince the Warlord of their cause. That the Iron Lords aren't simply a pack of warmongering dogs like the rest of the Lighbearers out there, Warlord or otherwise. That even if they failed in their mission to help humanity, they had at least tried. He blinks, the slick form of the ship he and Felspring had found hidden away springing into his mind, almost guiltily. Its warp drive intact, its systems fully functional. All primed and ready to take them away - from Earth, from Rasputin, from the Light, its bearers and all their struggles. Everything. But… But he'd changed. No, he hadn't just changed. In tossing his lot in with the Wolves, in helping them help humanity, he'd found a purpose. More than self-preservation, more than running and killing and lying to see another dawn, more than scrounging power to keep himself and Felspring away from Rasputin's clutches, more… "How does peace of mind feel?" Timur asks in a tone that's more self-satisfied than anything else and Felwinter blinks back to the present. He turns to face the smug Warlock fully, testing the words in his mouth. "Foreign. But not unsalvageable." Timur chortles, slapping a hand over his face. Felwinter watches him almost double over with a huff. Timur's guffaw dies down to muffled giggles, wiping his eyes, and he loops his arm around Felwinter's, pulling him towards the Bunker's entrance to check on Felspring's progress. "Oh, I'm sure we can make something out of the salvage in that case."

Please accept my beloved blorbos in that perfect bubble of time before disaster struck q-q AHHHH thank you for liking my little scribbles <3 I'm glad you've enjoyed them!!

[sylenth-l]

Thoughts on the boys and swimwear? (Yes all of them. Any of them.)

Got a little carried away thinking about this... We had the hunter pack's day off on the beach before, here comes the warlock flock (+ their family dog)

(bottom of the ocean sounds like the best spot to be, I'm so with Felwinter on this one)

Meanwhile, far, far away:

(does he know how to swim at all tho 💀)

[makoredeyes]

Ugly crying for a beautiful little fic ❤️‍🔥

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Felwinter/Osiris/Timur (Destiny), Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Osiris (Destiny), Felwinter (Destiny), Timur (Destiny), Saladin Forge Additional Tags: Game: Destiny 2: The Final Shape DLC, Game: Destiny 2: The Final Shape DLC Spoilers, Angst, Love, Ghosts, Grief/Mourning, Major Character Injury, Injury, Reunions, Affection, Past Relationship(s), Rescue, Hope, Hopeful Ending, The Light (Destiny), The Iron Lords (Destiny), Friendship, Flashbacks, Battle, Gun Violence, Dead People, Healing Summary:

If he dies here, it will be his final death.

As the final battle against the Witness rages, Osiris encounters ghosts from his past.