#Felwinter/timur

[warlordfelwinter]

"hmm. warmind. you are certainly as stubborn as one."

[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

[zalia]

Puppets

A little Timur/Felwinter ficlet that came to me in the middle of the night while I was trying to get back to sleep XD Timur does not know how many times he has faced death. He does not know how many times he has died. But he knows that this is different.

He can feel that terrible thing creeping through his veins, devouring, changing. SIVA. It was supposed to save them and instead...

How many of the Fallen's machines has he turned against their creators? And now he has seen this terrible machine turn his siblings into puppets, heard their screams as their bodies turn against them.

He can feel it seizing nerves and tendons and he knows there is no time and yet–

Felwinter.

The Warlock is at the console as the SIVA begins to coil around him. Timur lunges towards him, grabs his shoulders. "Run."

"Timur..." It is the most emotion he has ever heard from Felwinter, panic and fear and desperation.

He can see what Jolder is planning. There isn't time. "Run."

It's too late for him. He can feel it, the curl of his fingers too tight, the way his body reaches for his gun without his control. But Felwinter... it's holding off for some reason. He doesn't care why. it is enough.

Felwinter stares a moment longer, and then runs.

Timur doesn't see if he reaches the door. The next thing he knows is heat and pain and then, nothing.

[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:

[deadecho]

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

[crimsonbonds]

was looking thru my sketchbook and found this

[nox1699]

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

[warlordfelwinter]

Felwinter/Timur 27?

[things you said prompts]

27. things you didn't say at all

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Would you come with me, if I left?

Timur had slept, sound and undisturbed, while Felwinter thought. In the soft darkness of their room at Vostok Observatory he had mapped Timur’s face with gaze and touch, memorizing every detail. But his mind had been miles away. In a jumpship, somewhere else in the system, away from Earth, away from Rasputin. Running, running, running.

Would you run with me, if I asked?

He didn’t ask. He had let Timur sleep, watching his face twitch, and wondered what he dreamt of. A bright, shining future, built by their discoveries? A bloody death that awaited under the snow guarded by a Warmind?

I’m afraid.

He had shared Timur’s excitement, his eagerness to see this through, his hope for what they could create. He had wanted to believe they would succeed. But in that cocoon of gentle dark, he wondered. It wouldn’t be easy. Rasputin wouldn’t make it easy. Would it be worth it? Was SIVA even what they hoped it was?

We should have run.

I wish we had run.

Timur opened his eyes and the room was red. Everything around them was chaos. He could taste blood, feel its warmth running down his chin. He could see it on his gloves, infested with flickering nanites. He could hear it whispering in his mind, feel it crawling into his Light. Someone sprinted past. Jolder. SIVA chased her, cut down by Radegast, covering her as she placed the charges.

Felwinter’s arms tightened slightly around him and Timur looked up at him. He could see it, weaving into Felwinter’s armor, threads blooming from the plates of his face. He looked at Timur, the orange light of his eyes flickering slightly. Timur could hear fans running, could feel the quick thrum under his hand, systems overworked trying to keep SIVA out. A mirror of Timur’s own labored breathing.

The lights flickered again and then Felwinter tensed, hands digging into Timur’s coat. Timur pushed himself up against the pain gripping every part of his body, taking Felwinter’s face in his hands.

“Felwinter?”

He watched as that familiar orange light flickered and turned red, and then went dark. Felwinter’s grip on him loosened, arms falling as his body slumped back against the wall. Timur shifted back down, leaning against him, burying his face in the fur mantle of Felwinter’s robes.

I’m sorry.

[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!

[zalia]

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.

[shalalalalaw]

hi! would you please do smth about Felwinter/Timur and lighting a fire? ❤️‍🔥

When the Iron Lords arrive, they light fires around the Peak. Great big bonfires that warm you through and through, like you were being suffused with Light.

Felwinter sees the hall of his keep slowly change. Rugs hung on the walls, for the cold. Furniture he never bothered to have, for comfort. Fire that he watches be tended to, almost like a ritual.

"You wonder what it's for? It's not for the cold."

He leans away from Timur's grinning face appearing over his shoulder. His sharp eyes boring into Felwinter like he still hasn't dug deep enough into Felwinter's chassis to figure him out yet.

He turns his gaze back to the flickering flames, slowly falling to embers.

Timur walks around him, a basket full of logs in his hands, and starts stoking it back to a roaring blaze. Again, the warmth seeps past his armour and steel frame. It nestles inside Felwinter as sure as his own Light.

He sees the fire reflect in Timur's eyes. He wants to see how bright it can get.

The Stormcaller claps his hands clean and walks back to Felwinter, leaning down like he's about to whisper a secret in his ear.

"It's a guiding light for hope."