#fleurmione vikings au

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The Saga of Hermione Written by: Ladel Cover Design by: Redplanet Fleurmione Week - Day 7: Free day (also Day 5: Vikings)

“It always starts the same. The sky is clouded. It’s not a storm yet, but it seems like one is brewing. I can see something burning in the distance… My body feels like it’s on fire, and I have a metallic taste in my mouth. It smells of blood and pus from an open wound. Then, the clouds start to open up a little bit. There is a hall far up it the skies and I can see a rainbow coming from it. On it, I see a rider descending towards me.”

Swallowing some bile that’s rising in her throat, Hermione tossed the next stone in the stream. She didn’t have to be a talented seer like her friend to have some semblance of what these signs usually meant.

“It’s always silent. I can’t hear anything. No sounds of fighting, no screaming, nothing. As the rider approaches, I can barely make out that the rider is a woman. Her waving hair is shining in the few sunrays there are. She seems really important, but I could never see her face, and she always seemed to be wearing some kind of helmet. Before I can make out any details I always wake up.”

[nanneramma]

chosen one

Fleurmione, T, 200 words

for @fleurmioneweek day 5: vikings, and for @lumosatnight, who dared me

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The ash fell like snow as the village burned. It was cold — cold enough that Hermione could barely feel her fingertips as she clutched her axe — but the flames burned hot enough to melt flesh. 

Hermione’s breath was shallow as she searched the village. Get the children out. Her shoulder ached and her hands were sticky with blood.  Kill them before they kill you.

She was tiring quickly, her chest heaving as she ran. An errant rock sent her spilling onto the frozen ground, ankle twisted. As she rose she saw him — hair dark, and arrow trained on her. Waiting. Watching. 

The village was silent as Hermione prepared to die. Just the crackle of flame and the groan of a longbow pulled taut. 

As the sun rose, a blood curdling howl rang through the camp. And then, through the ash, she came. Astride a great grey wolf, with wings on her helm and hellfire in her eyes. 

Hermione breathed out, spellbound. 

Valkyrie.

“She is mine,” the woman called, golden hair tossed in a phantom wind. She drew her blade as her wolf snarled, and she shone, beautiful and terrible, in the light of dawn. 

“And you will not touch her.”

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My favourite bff in the Fleurmione server finally wrote her first fic so I made a fan-art for said fic. Then again, tbh, who am I kidding. I’d never miss the chance to make a Shield-maiden Hermione fan art!

I’m new to this whole photomanip thing so it’s a hit-and-miss. It took a while before I got to a point where I liked the combination of Hermione’s head on Lagertha’s body/Armour.

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The Saga of Hermione

Summary:

It's the English Isle in the year 860 ad. The Vikings have conquered many of the anglo-saxon kingdoms and settled down. This is the story of how Hermione grows up in this world, rises to fame, goes on adventures and gets her girl.