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[messy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Agnes edition

Who would have thought? 🤭

Agnes "Nes" Sigrún 🌑RO: James Corvin

Personality: sincerity // cautious // friendly // merciful Traits: heart // compliance // believer Past affinity: writing [horror stories] Primary ability: empathetic impressions Past susceptibility: receptive

☀️Fernweh: She never really thought about leaving Fernweh… It was her place, near her family and friend(s). She felt good there and assumed she’s gonna spend her whole life happily in this little town. Even if Fernweh brings back devastating memories, she’s curious about what’s happening in Fernweh now, in her true home. It’s always been her dream to work in Turn The Page, and during her ‘short’ stay in Fernweh, she started thinking about it again. Why not stay for longer…? She would love to carry on her grandfather’s work and bring his legacy justice. 

☀️Grandpa Jóhann: When she was young, she had an amazing relationship with her grandpa. They were completely honest with each other, and she loved him wholeheartedly. Some people thought that making her grandpa proud was her main hobby. She used to tell him all about her dreams that she had, which were always wild... and also about the nightmares… It took her by surprise when her grandpa, one of the most important people in her life, started being less involved. She was hurt and began to wonder if she had done something to cause the distance between them. His decision to move her out of Fernweh so quickly after this tragic event made a huge impact on her mental state. She needed time to cope and be with her closest ones, especially her grandpa...but after all she didn't blame him. She often heard that she looked exactly like her mother…like her grandpa's daughter... She assumed he could not look at her, without thinking about her... And she could not blame him for wanting to escape that pain. Agnes knew it was the best thing that her grandpa could do for him, and she accepted it, too eagerly. She always too eagerly took the blame for everything.

☀️Beckett Warrick: After what happened in Fernweh after James she had even more trouble interacting with other people and making new friends… However, Beckett was an exception. He was the first person who got to truly know her after the events in Fernweh. When she got the letter about her Grandpa, she considered hiding the truth from him, because she knew deep down that he would be there for her if she needed him… even if he would not particularly enjoy it. It's a good thing she’s such a bad liar… Her main concern is about Beckett’s well-being. She noticed that this 'little' trip made a huge impact on him. He wasn’t supposed to be here, and it’s because of her that he–... She needs to make sure that nothing happens to her friend. And she will somehow manage to bring him back to his home.

☀️Reese Verner: They had an unconventional relationship. Reese saw her as a rival, while Agnes thought of him as a friend. She was confused about why Verner, someone of great importance, would even look at her see her as a rival. She knew there were better candidates for his games. She had only one question on her mind - “why?”. Despite Verner's playful teasing, Agnes always remained polite and friendly towards him, even when he attempted to push her boundaries. Girl knew how to keep her true feelings behind a warm smile she still does. If I can be completely honest… Agnes was rather shocked that Reese still remembered her… and was actually looking for her, which sounded so unbelievably. His concern for Milton's well-being made her see him in a slightly different light. Of course, she already knew Reese had a good heart, but his behaviour really touched her. Additionally, Agnes noticed that Reese and James’ relationship became stronger and deeper… It’s for the best. James deserves someone as dependable as Reese. He will always be there for James. 

☀️Sofia Dorran: Their bond was formed over a shared admiration for books and... the color blue. It may sound funny now, but these things became central to their lives and deepened their friendship. Sofia was the first person Agnes entrusted with her writing, and valued her honest feedback, knowing that Sofia would not make her feel bad if something needed improvement. They frequently borrowed books from each other's collections. Agnes yearned for the days when she and Sofia had reading sessions together, sipping on their favorite beverage. The only issue back then was when the book ended poorly or their library didn't have any new positions for them to read. She's willing to know how Sofia's taste toward books shifted (if shifted) and how she changed as a person. She's also extremely grateful because her grandfather received constant care from Sofia and her mother.

🌑James Corvin: …Do I really need to tell you that James was her first crush? And that she never found the courage to tell him so? maybe now will be the time? Agnes and James were always together, wherever one went the other followed. They were inseparable. Agnes even used to bake oatmeal cookies for James with her mother's help. They dreamed of their idyllic life together. As friends, obviously. Seeing him again after all those years was much harder than she anticipated. Agnes felt overwhelmed with stress from the moment she stepped out of her car. Every time she heard his surname, she unknowingly flinched. Her mind was full of questions about his well-being, life, and changes. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be happy to see her. …she did manage to hold his hand for a moment, I can consider it as a success

☀️Alex Corvin: Agnes has always looked up to Alex for their adventurous spirit and their willingness to embrace life to the fullest. She has always wanted to adopt a bit of Alex' wild side. Whenever they are around, boredom and dullness seem to disappear. They both share similar values and support each other's life goals. If I would say which person Agnes was the most willing to meet during her stay in Fernweh that would be Alex. She was confident in their friendliness towards everybody and was sure that their kindness had not wavered. Agnes was touched when she heard that Alex was looking after her grandfather's bookstore… It appears that Beckett has a new admirer, which Agnes wholeheartedly approves of.

☀️Mal: Agnes has a sense that Mal might be suspicious, but she is quite naive and doesn't believe that he could mean trouble. Although she is wary of him and finds him a little untrustworthy, Agnes believes in being kind to everyone, and she is willing to give Mal a chance, not judging him by her own impressions of him.

☀️Goldie: Agnes is grateful that her grandfather had a furry companion like Goldie, who probably managed to brighten his spirits. She fondly recalls how her grandfather would tell her stories when he once had a dog, when he was younger and how his eyes would light up with joy as he shared his story. Agnes is committed to taking excellent care of Goldie and ensuring her safety.

[nsewell]

she was trained by loghain in the rogue arts of his youth and he's the only other person vashni has confided her daughter's lineage to. in her he sees a vessel to make up for how he wronged the theirins. she was distraught by his loss in the fade

seeing all these HoF oc children as rook i'm so so tempted to make brighid a product of one last liaison between vashni and alistair before he took the throne and married anora and have her parallel his bastard prince arc

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

[rosie-kairi]

Hello I heard an excuse to ask about Rosemary and the seedlings

Who proposed, Rosemary or Ephemer? How long were they dating? How long were they married before they decided to have kids?

Which of the kids are keyblade wielders? Who takes the brunt of the social obligations as a famous family? Who spends the most time with each parent? Which kids end up having kids themselves?

What position do you envision Rosemary having in the rebuilding of Scala? How does she feel knowing that Lauriam is lost somewhere in time and will likely outlive her? How does she honor Strelitzia's memory? Does she know the full truth of the situation, that the public wouldn't? Does she forgive Ventus for his part in it?

Rosemary and Ephemer get married around their early to mid 20's, I think. Rosemary is about 1-2 years older than Ephemer, so I'm thinking maybe 22 + 24? Ephemer being around 16 at the end of khux and her being 17-going-on-18 sounds about right. Probably don't start dating until at least a year of knowing each other. (Ephemer not wanting to jump right into a close relationship out of fear of losing her/feeling like he's using her to soothe his guilt due to her similarities with Lauriam). Idk.

Anyway, the story of their marriage is a very funny one that can be summed up thusly:

Ephemer proposes to her pretty much on the spot after this. I imagine it would be mostly due to a lot of the public probably having more.. traditional values? Basically, Ephemer doesn't need people judging him for having children born out of wedlock when he's trying to build a society from the ground up. But it's also something he had been wanting to do but didn't know the right time for. So they get married soon after, and if the kids are born only a handful of months after the wedding instead of at least 9, who's to say?

As for the kids, I think they'd all wind up with keyblades at one point or another. I don't think Nico is much of a fighter, though, so he doesn't see reason to use it unless absolutely necessary. Reggie, as the oldest, takes on most of Ephemer's responsibilities once she's old enough. The other two help out as well, but they're also busy running around the various worlds trying to gauge the extent of the damage the keyblade war caused, for science and for funsies.

June is very much a daddy's girl, and Nico's a momma's boy. Reggie has no real "favorite" parent, but if asked she'd probably say Rosemary as well. They all love each other equally, but it's clear who took after who on the family tree lol. As for their kids, I think all three of them have at least one. June carries the Belrose family name which eventually leads to Sigrun in DR, and Nicolai somehow leads to the creation of good ol' Nort.

Rosemary's role in the rebuilding of Scala is being the person doing all of the talking. Growing up in a well-respected southern family has taught Rosemary her fair share of conversational tactics to get someone to agree to exactly what you want them to. Call it manipulative, but she does it mostly through being very very polite. You just can't say no to a face like hers, and she's asking you so so nicely. Ephemer eventually finds his footing as leader, but everyone always listens to Rosemary.

With regards to her cousins, Rosemary probably doesn't know all of the details. Ephemer tells her most things but leaves out some of the stuff that he'd think would really wreck her emotionally. So, as far as she is concerned, Lauriam and Strelitzia are dead dead. No Coming back, she can only hope to see them in whatever afterlife exists in KH. She honors them by creating multiple gardens in their names and treats them with the utmost care. Her and Ephy probably have statues of them put up in the gardens, or maybe something meant to represent them.

As for Ventus, I think Ephemer would explain it to her in the best terms a non-wielder could understand. There was this kid, he was lonely, Lauriam embraced him as a brother in the absence of Strelitzia, but then it came out that the kid had accidentally caused Strelitzia's death. They're probably the only two that know that last bit, as Ephemer saw no reason to stain the poor kid's legacy with that, knowing that'd it would probably be twisted over the years and lose the "unintentional" part. So, I think Rosemary understands that Ventus didn't want Strelitzia to die. I think Rosemary would wish she could've been there for him, at least a little bit. Roads not taken, and all that.

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WOOO IT'S FEMSLASH FEBURARY

I almost forgot!!! anyway here are some stories about ladies who love ladies

Stars in Our Hands

When Estrella is picked up by the paramedics after she’s attacked, romance is the last thing on her mind. All she wants is to get healed and go home. But Dani, one of the paramedics, gives Estrella her number in case she needs help, intending it to be used for difficulties with her treatment. And so begins their struggle to get Estrella out of the dangerous life that led them to meet, and the beginning of Estrella’s first time falling in love. Contemporary Dramatic Romance. F/F with cis lesbian and transgender lesbian leads. Ao3 || Wattpad

White Rabbit

Diana is falling apart at the seams. After she graduates high school, her parents kick her off their insurance and, no longer able to afford her medication for her bipolar disorder, turns to street drugs as a relief. Nobody in her life is in a rush to get her out of it. Then she overdoses. She ends up in a hospital, because she’s terrified if she doesn’t, she’ll go to jail. While she’s there, Diana meets a number of women who have all been abandoned to the system like her, and people she would normally hate become close, if temporary, friends. With their help, recovery doesn’t seem so far away, after all. F/F with a lesbian lead. Ao3 || Wattpad

When I Was Seven Years Old

Hongyu is seven years old when she meets the girl she knows she's going to marry. But that doesn't make growing up any easier. (short story). F/F with transgender female lead. Ao3

And All the Devils Are Here

Sigrun’s father is dead. Murdered. Executed with two well aimed bullets from a hitman’s gun. She’s never been completely stable, full of alternating rage and ennui, but when her father is murdered, it pushes her over the edge, and she goes on a rampage through the city, through every other mob family, close by or not. But the more she learns, the more she and her team start to realize this job may be closer to the family than they thought. F/F with two unlabeled sapphic leads. Ao3

And the Untitled Yearly Valentine's Fic

Josephine is in her twenties, halfway through college, and is finally going on her first date. Mai Ly is smart, and cute, and funny, and pretty. She's everything Josephine isn't. Her nerves make the date start up a little rough, but if the person is worth it, they'll stick around despite dinner plans going wrong. (short story) F/F with two lesbian leads. Tumblr

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[remycroft]

Cross my Heart, Hope you die || Heimdall (GoW) X Reader

Prologue

I woke up to the sound of Chaurli lifting himself and my mother coming through. I left my room immediately and was shocked when I saw a dead body in her arms. She looked heartbroken, nevermind, heartbroken wasn't the correct term. She looked completely destroyed. Was this Baldur in her arms?

I had never met my half-brother, only heard of him constantly. My mother wanted him to come back to us, for us to be a family here, in Midgard. She wanted me to meet him, I suppose now I was. "Is this who I think it is?"

"It is. But he's gone, taken from me, from us." She spoke, stifling her tears, her voice was breaking.

"By whom?"

"Kratos, that monster snapper his neck. and Atreus, I constantly told him to tell his father to stop but he wouldn't, then he made him vulnerable, took away the enchantment." Atreus couldn't be part of this, he was good. I had met him a few times, he was a sweet, innocent boy. His father was a mystery to me, he was a foreigner, obviously, and he was protective over his son but that's pretty much all I could gather from him. He was a true stoic. "Atreus surely couldn't have done this." I say gesturing to the cold body now laid on our kitchen table. "He helped his father, he will be given some mercy but his father will not." Her voice was no longer broken, it was angry, distant, cold. It wasn't the voice of the loving mother I had known, it was the grieving one I was about to

"What does 'some mercy' mean?" This seemed unlike my mother, she wouldn't hurt a fly, she quite literally couldn't, after what Odin did to her. "He will be offered a quick death." Shit.

"You can't even hurt them, your curse." I remind her, "Let me take care of that, you will go out of the protection stave," What? She was actually allowing me to leave, I had been told not to, the stave was the only thing protecting me from Odin. He wanted my mother alone and in despair, I stopped that.

"While I break these curses, you will tell other mortals that Kratos is the cause of Fimbulwinter and killing him will stop it." Fimbulwinter had started? I looked outside the window, it truly was snowing. It was snowing quite heavily, as well. So what happens next? Ragnarok, the great battle where so many people die and the nine realms are forged a new.

I nod, I didn't know Kratos well but I cared for Atreus. I doubt the mortals can harm them though, they were strong, powerful, true warriors. I doubt the mortals could leave a scratch on them.

"Now, we need to build a funeral pyre. He would want an Aesir funeral." The thought made me want to throw up, I didn't care for the Aesir, in fact I hated all of them. Like I said, Odin wanted my mother alone and in despair, so he had my father killed before I was born, I also hated him for what he did to her, at least I was there to take care of her. My mother missed her home, missed everything Odin had taken from her, including my dad. I had been there when she broke, she still does sometimes, and I'm always there telling her that everything will be okay. I sometimes asked her to leave the stave so I could try, she said it was too dangerous.

~

The pyre was built. My mother had wrapped his body up in cloth and laid it on the funeral pyre, "Are you sure Atreus can't be spared?" I ask her, "He's only a kid." Her face softened, "I'll think about it, for you. I don't want to lose another child because of my bad parenting." So she wasn't angry at Kratos entirely, it was herself too. "Your not a bad parent, look at me, I'm fine."

"But he's not, he is dead, just like the norns had said. I drove him away because I was scared to lose him. Now it's happened and I have now lost so many centuries with my son." But those lost centuries gave her me, wasn't that a good thing in all the bad?

~

I went out of the stave for the first time, the week after, alone. My mother had gone off to find Sigrun and help her break the curses placed on her.

I found Midgard, empty, desolate. Mortals did exist here didn't they? It was nice to have some independence. I had been trained and protected by mother for the one hundred and seventeen years I had lived, it was nice to not be under her wing for at least a few moments.

I found a camp of people, they were huddled in a cave, it was nice and warm, they seemed kind. Maybe I could make a friend? Since I have now lost Atreus.

How naive could I get? Friends are not what you need when you're facing the gods damn apocalypse.

Hi, I hope you enjoyed this. I originally started this on AO3 but wanted to move it to Tumblr.

I started it September 2nd after writing it once and then hated it for how fast paced it was so you may have read it already.

[haljathefangirlcat]

Scandinavian sources say a lot more about Sigurd/Siegfried's family situation than German ones. He has three older brothers: the first, Sinfjotli, was their dad Sigmund's designated sidekick; the second, Helgi, got into a reincarnation romance with a valkyrie named Sigrun, who loved him to the point of trying to make love with his ghost on top of his grave mound; the third, Hamund, isn't too significant, but he did have a whole bunch of sons, including two famed vikings called Hagbard and Haki, who usurped the Swedish throne at one point, and feuded with the Danish Sikling prince Siggar, resulting in the tragic tale of Hagbard and Siggar's daughter Signy. Faroese ballads also give him a half sister Svanhild (fathered by King Alf, misidentified in the ballads as his father Hjalprek), who marries Ismal, a kinsman of Dietrich von Bern. Sigurd was out fighting dragons and waking up Valkyries at the time, what have you, and was rather pissed that Ismal didn't choose to ask his permission first, instead of getting his parents' permission and then informing him after the fact, so he forces Ismal at sword-point to go fight three dragons in a row, which Ismal does, because he wants to marry Swanhild and doesn't want to fight Sigurd. But then Swanhild cries and begs him to let up, so he swallows his pride and goes to retrieve a half-dead Ismal (who really did kill the dragons) and heal him up in time for the wedding.

All this to say, I think modern AU Sigurd/Siegfried probably has some issues over how he's estranged from his father's side of the family, and while he admires his two much older brothers, doesn't have as close a relationship with them as he would like. I imagine he gets obligatory wedding or birthday invites from Helgi and Hamund, and then hangs out in a corner feeling bad that he doesn't know any of the other people there. And that's how the Nibelung brothers actually filled a void in his life.

I always found Helgi's tale so sweet and sad... barring that one time Sinfjotli just has to go and start insulting people's masculinity, lol. I have to admit I always forget about Hamund, myself...

I didn't actually know about Svanhild and Ismal! Smash together the different "canons" a little, and you get an overprotective brother who eventually names his daughter after the sister whose husband he once beat up. It's cute! Aside from that, I just love how Faroese (and Danish) ballads always have the craziest additions and alternative takes on the heroes' families. XD

That's such a bittersweet headcanon! With his brothers all having their own individual stories and drama, I could absolutely see him looking for that kind of bond in other places. So much potential for both fluff and angst...

[criticalrolo]

Part of what makes Sigrun so insane is. She simply doesn’t realize that everyone doesn’t have a death wish. She thinks everyone is willing to put their lives on the line to fight for what they want / need. The idea that something might not be worth the risk to her life just DOESNT register, and she thinks everyone else feels like that too!! Which is why when people bring up things like “I’m scared you’ll die if you do this” she just Cannot Understand what the problem is. Of course she might die! That’s just what life is like all the time!!

Unfortunately that is NOT what life is like for the average person, so Sigrun comes off as WAY more brutal than necessary. She treats every single interaction she has as a fight where both parties are willing to fight to the death. It makes sense when you realize both her parents were the same way!! But it certainly means she has a tendency to ESCALATE and has no IDEA how her death wish is impacting others

[enbyleighlines]

Glad you had a good day! Can I request Tanith/Sigrun headcanons for 'confession'?

Oh, absolutely!!!

So since pegasus knights are all-female troops, I like to imagine that they function sort of like all girl’s schools in anime and manga, in which crushing on your cool superiors is just kinda par for the course.

Sigrun, as a natural beauty, and with her seemingly limitless kindness and compassion, has received many confessions from hopeful soldiers over the years. She gently turns them all down, and commends them on their bravery for speaking their honest feelings.

Tanith, on the other hand, hasn’t received any. The pegasus knights under her command are more inclined to fear her than harbor feelings for her, and even the few that do never muster up the courage to say anything aloud. She is also rather famously known for her disdain of love confessions in general. Any time she hears of some naive young woman confessing to Sigrun, Tanith is sure to go on a heated tangent about how juvenile it is.

That said, when she was younger, Tanith once considered confessing to Sigrun, though she never went through with it.

(Sigrun, on the other hand, noticed the way Tanith watched her on the battlefield, and was waiting for her to confess. She was quite disappointed that it never seemed to happen.)

It’s only once after they spend a lot of time co-parenting Sanaki that Sigrun realizes how easy and fun it is to make Tanith flustered. She doesn’t do it often, but even so, it helps to bridge the gap between them. And so they go from comrades in arms to friends, and from friends to lovers.

Thanks for the ask!!

[ndostairlyrium]

Dragon Age companions (and advisors) as Jenna Marbles' quotes

Alistair: "You know what's better than sex? Crying"

Oghren: "There's a lot of room for opportunities to improve in my life but I'm just gonna continue ignoring them like I do every year"

Loghain: "[my eyebrows] just grow in a sad direction"

Sten: "Worst case scenario you're right"

Cole: *whines like a cermet*

Sebastian: "I don't know if you've ever been like 8 years old before but you can't just staple everything together. It doesn't work"

Wynne: "So much work and it hardly was even worth it"

Sera: "I feel beautiful, I feel bratty... Actually I'm in pain"

Shale: "We looked fierce. I still have dreams about me"

Bull: "Snatch me like one of Liam Neeson's daughters!"

Vivienne: "That joke was so pigmented"

Cullen: "If you'd accept a treat, maybe it'd be a rewarding experience for you"

Leliana: "I love fucking myself up"

Josephine: "Sorry guys everything is fine, daddy has everything under control"

Isabela: munching on a beauty blender "Calorie free marshmallow! ✌️ Coachella!!"

Justice: "Get a Ouija board or something. Bring 👏 me 👏 back! 👏"

Cassandra: *that defeated look Jenna makes when Julien is being too much of an aries*

Anders: "This is me putting on my mascara with confidence knowing full well that later on in the middle school dance I will lock myself in the bathroom and fucking crying"

Velanna: "I feel so bratty I'm just ready to disobey my parents. I also lost my cat" shrugs "sorry mom. What would you do about it"

Blackwall: stretches "Ouch" raises thumb "Good game" dad noises

Nathaniel: "Welcome to "I'm feeling generally unmotivated""

Fenris: "Sabado y domingo es my favorito" thinks about the following up "Muerte!"

Carver: "Everyone is getting pizza for lunch but I have to eat this lettuce sandwich my mom packed me. Yeah with mayonnaise. My mom never learned about nutrition. She just opens a can of lettuce, cuts a hole and squirts mayonnaise"

Morrigan: "I have a lot of feelings but like they're not for me and they're kinda fake"

Zevran: "This is me inviting myself to a party no one invited me to"

Sigrun: "Nothing says beauty guru quite like black white flannel checkered shirt"

Varric: "Oh no" nervous smile "this is gonna get worse and worse"

Bethany: "Life is short but also like terribly and insufferably long at the same time"

Dorian: "I literally just wanna sit here and like see how useless I would be in an apocalypse scenario"

Merrill: "When those people do it it's art, but when I do it it's "is Merrill okay?""

[zeeismee]

Next up in OC posting:

Syggironn Usyntyrnwyn!

(Sigrun Utherwyn)

Syggironn is the only daughter of Usyntyrn Danidoernsyn, a marauder, and Raging Blossom, a musketeer. Her parents lived on the open road with a small adventuring party including the viera arcanist Kareya Strell and the elezen lancer Oldaric Josseloux until a job turned sour. Usyntyrn and Kareya don't like to talk about what happened that day, but Syggironn knows it as the last time she saw her Ma or uncle Oldaric.

(Commissioned from Lukeinhas, also my icon!)

Usyntyrn and Kareya took young Syggironn back to Limsa Lominsa and found work there; Usyntyrn taking up work as a blacksmith and Kareya finding a position with the Arcanists' guild. For six long years Syggironn fought with her father to leave the city and wander the open road again to no avail. Work at Summerford Farms was the only escape from the maritime city-state and she took every opportunity to slip some coin away to buy her first sword. Had things turned out differently, had her father given her the chance to wander freely, she would have proudly pulled the family Axe down from the hearth and set out as a marauder; instead she bought a worn old short sword and passage to Vesper Bay. From the Thanalan port Syggironn made her way inland, traversing the treacherous deserts alone for the days-long journey until she caught the attention of a passing caravan and found passage the rest of the way as a guard.

The next few years were spent as a gladiator fighting down in the pits of the bloodsands. It was during her time in the arena that she came to be known as Sigrun Utherwyn; a gladiatorial columnist for the Mythril Eye had misheard her name during a bout and misreported it. Having had some trouble with Ul'dahns pronouncing her name already, Syggironn chose to make the misspelling her own.

From there a young mage by the name of Tenko hired her on as a bodyguard; enough a rising star to be confident of her skill, but not so much that his meager coinpurse wouldn't be able to pay for her services.

(From Coto!)

And from there her story begins! I've written snippets in the past, she has a carrd that's been neglected for some time and I might edit to add later.

[gascon-en-exil]

I do love when trolls boost my engagement numbers.

I have no idea why the Tellius video is bringing out more comments like these than usual. Shout-out especially to a third individual who left no fewer than five separate comments with such illuminating responses as "Sigrun and Tanith can't be Sanaki's co-parents because they're her subordinates and also Sephiran raised her" and "Ike's not gay he's just 'Bros and work above hoes'". The second commenter here even visited my FE7 video from last summer to call me a snowflake again. What dedication!

[bongwater777]

my OCs Ursa and Ivor in animalland, plus their parents Sigrun and Thorkell :D

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[invidiatechdemo]

well, fic writing is taking forever so I'm going to start releasing rambling upperclassmen+lowerclassmen headcanons into the wild for KHDR, starting with like... family hcs for them, though as a disclaimer these are super rough around the edges:

In terms of characters families:

-Vali has parents, and he generally gets along well with them. Generally.

-Vidar has a mother and a father, as well as a grandmother who is/was a keyblade wielder herself, at one point. Vidar's grandmother currently lives alone on one of the more abandoned of the various islands in scala that still has cable car access (likely having lived there for years, long before that specific quarter was abandoned/the people there disappeared).

Vidar tries to visit her on holidays, especially on holidays like Scala's founding, and often ventured there on errands on his own before he became friends with Hoder and his other classmates. All of Vidar's family are on the older side, and the entire dormlike structure I feel is sort of implied in lore causes a good amount of stress/concern for Vidar, since he sees them less often.

He worries.

-Vala has a mother, and she and her mother are pretty close, despite the general distance/business that being in training for such a thing entails. Vala's mother understands that Vala is very focused on her classes. Possibly part of why she has a fondness for dance and music.

-Hoder and Baldr live on their own. I think with the way Daybreak Town originally functioned, the concept of children and teens living on their own is not like. Unheard Of.

Hoder does not like talking about the fact their parents aren't around, though the overall feeling from the few times Vala or Vidar asked about it is it's a 'parents died' thing, though both of them are extremely uncomfortable talking about it. Touchy subject for them.

-Sigrun has two fathers, and she is the first of her family to ever attempt to become a Keyblade Master.

She talks about them a lot, when given the chance.

-Heimdall lives on his own, a la Hoder and Baldr.

-Helgi has a mother and father. Not much to discuss here.

[jarael]

Happy Mother’s Day.  Contains post-patch Shadowbringers and Endwalker spoilers.

The World Unsundered, many years ago

They ran.  The child ran, and ran, and when they found a place to hide, they hid.  They tried to pull their hair back, but it was matted, and had dried blood in it.  Epione dried their cheeks with the back of their hand, their throat still hoarse from crying.

Next time, I’ll save them.  I’m going to excel in magicks, and save everyone I can.  I have to!

They were distracted from their thoughts by footsteps.  These weren’t heavy, threatening like the beast that had killed their parents.  And sure enough, a fellow Man’s face appeared, bearing a gentle smile and radiating warmth.  She had the most beautiful blue eyes, and soft, flowing white hair.

“Hello, little one,” whispered Venat.

--

The Porta Decumana, many years after the Sundering

Normally, Lahabrea only elicited annoyance from Sigrun.  But now?  Now that he had possessed Thancred’s body?  Now that he had threatened to destroy the world?  She was beyond annoyed.  And beyond scared, for her breathing had become shallow.

There was a blast of dark magic, and she fell on her back with a sickening crack.  Then there was only darkness.

No...Hydaelyn panicked.  Not again...you have to get up, my child...

She remembered seeing Her child, Epione, arguing viciously with Hades, whom they once loved.  The Final Days had caused fractures in Ancient society.  Epione refused to let their fellows be sacrificed for the chance--a mere chance--of restoring paradise. 

Then everything had been slow motion, it seemed.  Hades conjured magic as Epione charged him, then pierced their chest.  They cursed him as they died in his arms.  She remembered, still Venat, the tears that flowed.  She could not bring Herself to hate him.

You have to live.  This would cost Her greatly, but the reward was as high as the risk.

Sigrun gasped back awake, blood on her scalp.  Gritting her teeth, she got back up.  Lahabrea would not get away easily.

--

Finally, she understood how Epione must have felt.  Sigrun had to make her final goodbye to Hydaelyn count.

“We will find our way, Venat.”  The sentence made her choke, and she smiled through the tears threatening to burst.

The Goddess of Light gasped, and let a single tear escape down Her cheek.  “Of this, I have no doubt.  Your light hath ever shone brightly, My dearest child...”

She had to let Her child go.  Finally, She would go to rest knowing the world was safe in her hands.  Her child’s mission would soon be complete, though She would never see them again.  But She trusted, and loved, and let go.