#freya has been Through it and i would die for her

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@shedivine | ❝ the closer we get, the more tightness grows in my chest. ❞ freya! bby girl the tightness in ur chest is because ur excited about kissing lillian

It's moments like this that remind Lillian that Freya is so much smaller than her Valkyrie sisters. She's at least a head shorter than most of them, and yet it's something that often slips her mind. Freya is their queen, and with that no matter the binds Odin placed on her, her presence always filled the room like wings expanding from her shoulders.

And yet she's struck by it now. By the fact that she has to tilt her head down to look at the other woman, by the shadows cast from her wings, and Lillian shifts slightly, stepping a little to the side so that she's not looming over her. It's not that she thinks Freya might be intimidated, but she feels... better, seeing the sun on the woman's face.

She spent so long in the dark, bound by Odin's curse. They all did.

'You've lost many of the people you were close to', she says softly, her gaze straying to the tattoos curling over Freya's arms. They were so faded once that they were almost easy to miss. Now they stand out vividly beneath the sun, and it eases the ache in her chest, to see the reminder that Freya's free of Odin's influence. That she never has to suffer him again.

When she reaches out, it's a slow movement, her fingers curling lightly over her forearm, her hand resting there without gripping her. 'Letting yourself be close to anyone when you've suffered such loss is... difficult. I have no desire to cause you more pain, Freya'. Her brow furrows slightly. 'Would it be easier for you, if I spent some time with our sisters? Perhaps you need some space'.

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he said, 'amor, i have a surprise for you.' i'm patiently waiting to see what it is. update: the surprise is just lando... again 🙄

penelope trevino quick, when someone says, 'i have surprise for you' what does one normally think?

rowan todd well, last time pierre told me that we got a dog, so a dog.

natalia ruiz a dog, charlie did the same thing.

zoya torres well he said 'we have a problem' and it was his parents, whom i was meeting for the first time ever.

mick schumacher considering i told freya 'i did a thing' and i had gotten angie, i'd think a dog.

daniel jones-ricciardo i got a cat the last time she said that.

daphne jones-ricciardo i got a heart attack because it was followed by the words 'i got in an accident'

penelope trevino I TOLD YOU TWO!!

lando norris but aren't i a nice surprise? penelope trevino you have a girlfriend, spend time with her for the love of god. bailey winters he just tells me to spend time with max and p so he can spend time with his boyfriend.

carlos sainz but amor, you love lando!

mae jones-verstappen praying carlos sainz lives to see another day.

isabella perez he may have survived appendicitis but he will not survive pissing off penny.

pato o'ward he's about to learn that you never piss off a mexican woman. dulce perez rip carlos sainz, you would've hated to see max win another gp

gael perez rip carlos sainz, oscar can finally let out a sigh of relief

oscar piastri why am i always getting involved in shit?

lewis hamilton does carlos hate oscar because lando loves oscar and carlos wishes that was him?

fernando alonso he wants that mclaren seat back sebastian vettel you two are the biggest instigators in this group chat. fernando alonso it's a talent

rhys jones it's like watching a tennis match but only one cares and the other doesn't

penelope trevino BACK TO MY PROBLEM PEOPLE!

lance stroll carlos has attachment issues and lando imprinted on him like a baby duck.

pierre gasly alternative: carlos and lando have been cheating on their girlfriends with each other.

bailey winters i hate that i can actually believe that. penelope trevino why is that actually believable?

carlos sainz we are not that bad.

zoya torres if trevor noah can make a joke about lando looking like more of a couple with his former teammate (carlos) than his own girlfriend (bailey) it's bad.

lando norris we may have a problem.

penelope trevino you think?

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he's crashing another date. i could probably hurt him. i may be smiling but i need a bottle of patron to get me through the day. she's going to kill me. mclaren you know who to blame when i mysteriously die

penelope trevino quick, say something so i won't kill lando.

rowan todd you'll go to jail?

penelope trevino not good enough

isabella perez jesus will never let you forget this.

penelope trevino we're getting there.

zoya torres you'll never be able to see little jewel again?

penelope trevino thank you for that reminder zoya.

bailey winters i can call his mom for you? that's what i tend to do when he pisses me off or i call ria and she reminds him that i wrote a heartbreaking album about him.

bailey winters and if none of that works i call max, who laughs in his face for hours on end.

daphne jones-ricciardo or you could talk to them, like normal people

penelope trevino you think i haven't tried that yet? it's impossible to get through to them daph!

dulce perez they're like his work parents, he needs them around 24/7

isabella perez personally, i wouldn't let this slide.

mae jones-verstappen throw him into the slammer!!

natalia ruiz all of you guys have third wheels that suck. i love my third wheel.

penelope trevino not all of us can have a joris natalia!

natalia ruiz at least it's lando and not like pierre, who would be an annoying third wheel.

rowan todd okay, that's my boyfriend nat.

natalia ruiz you cannot be publicly defending a man who makes 🐶 jokes or calls himself tripod

bailey winters EMBARRASSING!!

rowan todd your boyfriend would rather spend time third wheeling his best friend than spend time with you.

bailey winters

rowan todd never make fun of me again bailey.

mae jones-verstappen she was obviously starving

isabella perez somewhere on the coast.

rowan todd you two are comedians.

daphne jones-ricciardo i see now why this group chats is named what it is.

daphne jones-ricciardo you're all fucked in the head.

natalia ruiz daphne's never one to reply but she always roasts the shit out of us.

penelope trevino i'm just resigned to the fact that lando is never going anywhere.

penelope trevino he is my sea urchin.

daphne jones-ricciardo this is why lando always crashes your dates.

dulce perez it's an irrational fear daph!!

daphne jones-ricciardo NO THE FUCK IT ISN'T!!

zoya torres so many problems so little time to digest it all.

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landonorris i am his true love, glad to see you finally admitting it

↳ penelopetrevino go spend time with your own girlfriend. rowan's roasting her in the groupchat.

↳ pierregasly WHAT GROUP CHAT?

↳ isabellaperez ABORT MISSION!! THEY CAN'T KNOW!!

↳ alex_albon FAKE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!

user26 i would rather die than let this happen to me.

↳ user60 what makes you think penelope has a choice in the matter?

↳ user26 that's very true

user89 those texts from lando are foul!!

baileywinters i say we dump them and date each other instead.

↳ penelopetrevino now that's a good idea.

↳ landonorris hold up what?

↳ carlossainz55 no.

user02 and when these two get married is lando going to interrupt the wedding for shits and giggles?

↳ landonorris that's actually not a bad idea.

↳ penelopetrevino you pull that shit on my wedding day and i'll hurt you.

patriciooward personally i would run him over with my car but that's just me.

↳ landonorris STOP GIVING HER IDEAS!

baileywinters contrary to popular belief, we do actually spend time together.

↳ user57 i would've thrown hands if norizz was neglecting his relationship to crash carlos' dates

↳ landonorris why am i always getting threatened with violence?

↳ isabellaperez because you pull shit like this.

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Rescue (Heimdall x Reader)

| Pairing: Heimdall x Reader

| angst turned to comfort/fluff? Reader saving Heimdall from his canon ending, established relationship, Could be seen as romantic or platonic, Let me know if I need to add other things to this as well!

| wrds: 4.1k!

| Disclaimer!: Descriptions of Injuries and Blood (burns, missing limbs, etc), minor Grammar and Spelling mistakes so apologies, Kind of weird start

You wouldn’t have expected to be here, but yet here you were. 

Kratos and Freya venturing to Vanaheim to retrieve her brother was the goal, as long as stopping Heimdall from potentially killing Atreus. Gjallarhorn was the only thing needed from the Aesir. You thought you could come and help in case anything else had gone wrong.

 

But when Kratos turned back from his promise and started strangling the weakened god, you followed them just in time to hear Mimir shout out pleas for the god killer to stop and think. Fortunately you barrelled straight into Kratos, sending him tumbling before turning around and traversing to the side where his arm was missing.

You fell on your knees. Wrapping an arm behind his shoulders, forcing him to sit up, while you grabbed his free hand and grasped it as a sense of comfort in his near death state. His blood started to stain your clothing but that did not bother you right now, right now the only concern you had was Heimdall. 

You didn’t fail to notice how Heimdall’s left hand came to his throat, as if to feel how bruised and put a barrier between him and anyone else that might try to strangle him. His harsh breathing could be heard through short wheezes and gasps. 

You could see Kratos grabbing Mimir’s head before standing tall. You heard Mimir quip about how if you weren’t here it would’ve been a lot worse, you couldn’t help but agree.

You rip a spare sheet of cloth off of your own outfit, using it to clear the blood of the golden god’s face, now his eyes didn’t seem as pink as they were. His face wasn’t perfectly cleaned but it would have to do. 

“Do you plan to come with us to retrieve Freyr and his camp?” Kratos’ voice rumbled out from his chest. 

“Do you mind if we do?” You reply with a much quieter tone, only for him to ‘Hm’ out before he stepped away. Only to wait for you when he finished busting a wall of various spears and long logs of wood. 

You redirected your attention to Heimdall, he was staring up at you. “Are.. are you really going to make.. me go with you?” His voice was slowly gaining back its usual tone and sound, but not as quickly as you liked. 

“We’re going to make things better. Better for the both of us, and if we don’t start now..” You trailed off, trying to think of the right thing to say but everything you thought would result in him being less than pleased with you, but you had to do the right thing.

“Heimdall, your father has made everything miserable for everyone. He makes you miserable. The sooner you realize that, the quicker we can make our lives better. We can make Asgard better” Brushing a strand of hair from his face, you looked at all his features.

His eyes were definitely the first thing people would notice about him, if not his intricately done hair, and how messy it was from normal. His hand was gripped towards yours like it was his lifeline and you couldn’t help but feel how textured his hands were. Not as rough as a warrior’s usually was around the nine realms but detailed enough to know the difference.

You soon tore a strip of fabric off yourself and wrapped his stub, to prevent any more blood loss. It wouldn’t do much but for now it’s all you could do. All he did was stare, stare at you with beautiful magenta eyes. After ‘fixing’ up his arm, you could only stare back. 

Heimdall was slow to respond but he eventually replied in a way you didn’t expect. 

“You should’ve let me die.”

It took you moments until Kratos grunted again to let you know it was time to go. You sighed before getting and pulling Heimdall up with you. 

He stumbled when he stood up but with little stability in his legs, he decided to tough it out. You wanted to argue that it wouldn’t do him any good, but he only insisted. 

You held his shoulders with an arm as the two of you ventured forward, only being a few short feet behind. The natural flora and forestry did not help distract from both Heimdall’s injuries and the burning building that only burned brighter the more time passed. 

Once you found Kratos standing near a ledge, you parted from Heimdall for a short moment to see what the god of war saw. You saw Atreus, the sweet young boy you’ve grown to know through various interactions, letting Hildisvini lead the way as Freya helped Freyr escape.

It reminded you of Heimdall’s condition, but you couldn’t help when Atreus waved at you, you waved back. 

“Hey, a little help?” The young god proclaimed before following after the three more experienced warriors alongside him. “At least the rescues going well” Mimir’s accent was heard, following that up was Kratos’s grunt.

You looked back to Heimdall and fortunately he was still standing and he was right behind you. Grabbing his shoulders again as you followed Kratos more under flora and alternate paths that ultimately lead to the same place. You heard the voices of the rescue team explain how Freyr was hurt in the wreckage, you heard Heimdall wheeze a little bit at it. The two of you continued to venture

You noticed how much strength he was losing by the second. His steps were getting slower and slower and you knew if he were to continue like this then he wouldn’t get anywhere. 

“Heimdall, you and I know you can’t continue like this.” You speak out, stopping Heimdall in his tracks by walking in front of him and planting your hands on his shoulders. Making him look at you. 

“I can continue- now let me.” The golden god spoke before trying to step to the side of you. You didn’t let that happen, instead you forced him to piggyback on you. Getting comfortable while grumbling quietly, Heimdall sat his chin on your head and locked his arm around your neck for security. 

You started walking with the newfound weight on your back. Venturing further, You heard Heimdall small moans of hurt every few times you stepped. Eventually you heard the god of war shout ‘TO ME! FOLLOW!’ and the constant quips of the Vanir God or “Sizzles” as Heimdall liked to call him.

You immediately picked up your pace and started running towards them. You demanded that Heimdall hang tight as you started to move your legs faster and quicker to try and reach them. You can hear the sounds of the wild Gulons chasing after them, You were only a few feet above them, you could easily hop off the terrain but the wild dogs were in the way. 

You noticed that Kratos was swinging his axe with one hand and holding Freyr with the other. Once Kratos slashed the last Gulon you’ll hop down. 

“Oh, hey up there!” Atreus called out your name, effectively letting everyone know that you were ,in fact, here and carrying the injured Aesir god on your back. 

“What are you doing with Heimdall?” Freya shouted as she shot an Einherjar in between its eyes, effectively putting down the reanimated corpse. You explained that Kratos spared him and that he was coming back with them. Only to hear a groan from Freyr.

The wild dogs were eventually cleared out of the way and you jumped off the ledge, almost breaking your ankles in the process but that would be a problem for later. You joined the group and were right behind Kratos.

“Well looky here! The famous Heimdall on the back of a ‘commoner’, who would’ve thought?” Freyr jokes after he glanced up at both you and the mentioned god.

“yet here you are, on the shoulders of a brute.” 

“The brute that kicked your ass. Ha!” 

“Then let’s see you challenge him, hm?”

“Can you two quit talking?” Freya asked, but it was more of a demand than anything else. You couldn’t help but agree. Atreus then pointed out the Archer Towers in which the boy’s father quickly disposed of them. Heimdall did a small eye roll at how quickly the action was taken.

Atreus eventually ran ahead of his father to take out the further Einherjar. 

“Hi! I’m Atreus, are you okay?” As the two weaved in between each other, Frey responded with a ‘Hi! No!’ 

“Hi Heimdall!” Atreus greeted as he struck a couple of Odin’s army with arrows. Heimdall couldn’t help but mutter under his breath and reply with a dry ‘Hello’ after you weakly elbowed him.  

“How much farther do we have?” You shouted before readjusting your hold on Heimdall’s legs, soon stomping on the head of an Einherjar and heard a sickening crunch. You heard Heimdall give a curt pat as a small ‘good’ 

“That’s what I’m asking!” Freyr quipped with a small laugh. You saw Kratos slam his body and crushed a wild Gulon into a tree and effectively murdered it. The blood stained the tree but there was no time to look further at it as you saw Hildisvini ahead.

Freya as her hawk form came flying by as vines wrapped around the surrounding trees. The dark elf known as Beyla came zipping past you and Kratos, her husband was nowhere to be found. 

“Watch your right!” Heimdall yelled in your ear as he directed his body mass to the left. He was trying to help you redirect yourself out of harm's way. You merely dodged the incoming tree thanks to the partner on your back. 

“Just a bit farther!” Freyr gleefully announced with a raised fist. He seemed the only one to be happy right now.

“Finally, we’re almost there.” Heimdall spoke only to you since you were the only one to hear him. You couldn’t help but agree with him. 

“Hang on just a little longer-” You say but unfortunately luck was not on your side. The extra trees Freya managed to knock down blocked your way, the first tree that slammed down in front of you was twice your size with just the width alone.

“Father!” Atreus then called out your name, catching the attention of the aforementioned god. Panic started to bubble up, your eyes frantically searching for another possible exit. The only way out seemed to run through the wild woods. 

“Go on without me! I’ll find another way!” You informed them with a raspy voice. The air pumping through your lungs made your throat dry, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was getting out of this damn place alive. 

You turned your body so quickly you almost gave yourself whiplash. Sprinting through the trees as angry Einherjar follow so closely, their loud yells of speech and the arrows whipping past you and hitting into trees

The trees were blending together, the wildlife seemed the same. The once (somewhat) familiar area was now unknown as you ran in an unpredictable pattern. Your feet crushed anything that dared to be under it. Whether it be snapped twigs, tiny animals that you failed to avoid, or failed arrows that tried to impale you. 

One of the arrows managed to scathe your leg. Causing a gash to start bleeding as soon as it made contact with your skin. Another arrow made a nice slice into your other leg as well, nearly giving them matching marks. Now your legs were burning even worse from all the running and now the incoming scars. 

“Keep going! There’s a river up ahead!” Heimdall ordered in your ear. His legs wrapped tighter around your waist while you readjusted your grip on his legs. Getting him up higher so that your legs had more room to move. 

As you tried to hurry yourself forward like what Heimdall instructed, you felt a blast of Bifrost explode near your feet. You panicked and quickly swerved, fumbling your feet before you corrected yourself. Only to be shot at again and again. This time it was at your back and arm. 

You cursed to yourself while you tried to move unpredictably. The Bifrost blasts that had missed and hit the surrounding environment were actually proved in your favor when they slowed down the Einherjar with fallen trees and plants uprooting and causing a tripping hazard. 

At the end of the tree line you saw it, the river. You would have to jump the rushing, turgid currents and then you have to continue running until you found a safe haven or somewhere the undead army couldn’t get you and Heimdall.

“Watch out-!”

The previous plan was thrown out when at the river’s bank, your leg was suddenly in the blast of Bifrost, causing it to shake in an untrained way and make you fall forward. Falling into the water and not too long after you and Heimdall were trying to swim, Your arms climbed upward in the water before breaking through it and gasping for sweet, sweet air.

You soon found Heimdall gasping like you. Although with less buoyancy due to a missing body part. You managed to grab hold of him as the rushing river took you down faster than you realized.

What made the situation worse, was that there was a dip in the  water. It was a damn waterfall. As soon as you felt your body slip down you started to scream, your grip tightening on Heimdall as you fell to your inevitable death. 

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The first thing you felt was sand. 

Sand? 

You flexed your fingers along the sand, soon pushing your head up to see that you had washed up on a shore. The river was just at the edge of your feet, and your clothes were soaked beyond drying soon. You also happened to notice that the leg closest to the bifrost blast that caused this predicament was almost entirely exposed and very much damaged, you internally groaned at having to deal with this.

You picked yourself up with a slight wobble in your legs, your legs felt like bloody, poorly, bundled twigs as you took your first steps. You felt alarmed as Heimdall was nowhere to be seen. You started calling out his name before deciding to look around.

Based on the setting, you were still in Vanaheim and luckily weren’t kidnapped and/or murdered by the Einherjar. You were just fortunate that you didn’t drown in the initial waters. As you ventured, you soon heard a groan. 

You soon hustled to see who it was, avoiding some of the random items that float onto shore. Weapons, shields, parts of barrels, and body parts. Carefully avoiding the dismembered parts and debris, you managed to get to your person.

Heimdall face down into the sand just like you were and a small blood pool under his ‘arm’. Hustling over to him you help him up. 

“Do you happen to know where we are?” Heimdall asked with a cough, previously covering his mouth. 

“I have no clue, I was hoping you had an idea.” You admit. You slipped your hand around his and gripped. You felt a grip back, and it gave you a little smile on your face.

“But first, I think we need to stop your bleeding.” You mentioned, you can see a small scowl on Heimdall’s face before continuing to follow you. 

“I can heal it with Bifrost. Don’t insist on collecting miniscule plants to help me.” 

“Then how come it hasn’t stopped bleeding yet?” You ask curiously, you didn’t want to sound sarcastic but some of that unwanted tone slipped out. 

“Because it requires my full attention and concentration.” You released an audible ‘oh’ at the very simple explanation, Heimdall only rolled his eyes in what you hoped was a playful way. 

“How come your bleeding hasn’t?” Heimdall sarcastically countered. You had almost forgotten about it, if it weren’t for the pain every time you stepped. 

“I don’t have any bifrost powers like you do, nor do I have anything on hand to heal myself.” Heimdall was uncharacteristically quiet after that.

You sighed before trying to think of something. How were you possibly going to reach Freyr’s camp? 

It was at least multiple days of walking, and that was without break. Maybe there was a sign of Freyr’s camp somewhere? Some old structures to help you have an idea of where you were. 

Freyr’s camp was in the direction the sun set. The sun was already setting and traveling at night was not the best idea. So the best idea was to set up your own, albeit small, camp. First thing you did was gather stones, placing them in a circular pattern. 

You had set the stones on a dry, grassy patch just shy of the beach. It would be better instead of sitting on the grainy sand. 

Then you ventured towards the nearby woods, Heimdall didn’t seem to mind as he observed more of his surroundings, copying what you did previously. 

The woods were packed. Thick trees every couple feet apart from each other, the wild flora captivating your eyes while you collected specific plants and organisms for your injuries and small pieces of wood for a fire. Although one flower caught your eye. 

A bright purple one with glowing spores. It was much like the bright red ones you have seen exploring Vanaheim but this was so clearly different. It called out to you. You figured it could be a decent gift for Heimdall to maybe brighten his mood. 

Pulling your knife out, you quickly snipped the flower’s stem. You had dropped the bundle of wood in your arms just for it, and having no other place to put it, you slid it comfortably behind your ear before returning to the camp. 

“There you are, I was starting to worry you got eaten by something.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the assumption, it was possibly one of the more funnier things Heimdall has said to you. 

“I wouldn’t die that easily, or at least I hope so.” Your hands worked in order to prepare the fire. You searched yourself for anything to make starting a fire easier, but with no luck, you decided to start hand drilling.

It took a while and your hands were sore but there was fire going and you and Heimdall were warm. 

“What is that behind your ear?” Heimdall’s voice curiously asked. The question reminded you of the original intent. Sitting somewhat next to each other, you sat while you nervously prepared yourself.

“Oh!” You removed the flower before gesturing for him to take it. “It’s for you, it reminded me of you anyway so I thought-” You stammered your way through the conversation, flirting with the infamous golden god was extremely harder than you thought. 

Instead of flat out rejecting you like you kind of expected, he gently took it from you. He quietly observed the pretty petals you gazed upon earlier. The pistil still glowed brightly as it did before. You were still glad the flower looked as pretty as it did earlier. 

Heimdall slowly rolled the stem in between his fingers, looking at the pretty plant plainly with what seemed to be little care. 

“So you thought to give me a mutated flower?” He inquired, and your heart had immediately dropped. Of course he wouldn’t like the flower, of course he’d think it was a weak attempt to flirt with him. Of course-

“It’s a beautiful gift, thank you.” His tone was tender and it made your tender heart stutter. Soon silence comfortably blanketed over the two of you. The environment provides a comfortable background echo throughout the spot from the crackling fire to the sound of calm waters. 

You couldn’t help but stare at Heimdall’s once-arm, (the god had his eyes closed so he could probably still read your thoughts but you hadn’t remembered that) the mostly reddened stump with only the top of his tricep and upwards remaining. 

You wanted to so desperately help the healing process. You also noticed the long cut on his cheek, he was just a mess in general. 

His hair was also not in his preferred style, some strands coming loose while some braids remained surprisingly. His hair was still beautiful, and the flower behind his ear accentuated that fact. You can’t just linger around while Heimdall had to slowly recover. It didn’t feel right. 

“Heimdall, please, let me help you.”

Heimdall had broken his concentration to look at you, he was silent until he shook his head. “I told you that you do not need to help, I can heal it on my own-”

“But wouldn’t it heal faster if I added a remedy or two in it?” Quickly interrupting the god, Heimdall sighed

“It would but it wouldn’t be necessary, and no, just because you have the means doesn’t mean you can” 

“Heimdall, let me help please, it's only fair after you saved me from getting crushed and blown up by Bifrost!” 

Heimdall could only rub his eyes with his hand before replying a meager ‘Fine’, You got up as quickly as you could without hurting yourself to find something that could resemble a bowl. It didn’t take long before you found something.

An Einherjar helmet, the eye holes were fortunately before the helmet formed instead of just being holes in the strong metal. You washed it in the shore’s bank thoroughly before returning to Heimdall. 

Sitting cross-legged, you start mixing flora such as Lamb’s Cress and Red root. Mixing it with two of your fingers so that you could carefully apply it, you wouldn’t want to miss a spot. So the helmet glowed on the inside, a bright yellow one to be exact.

“I’m going to lift your sleeve, you ready?” With a quick nod, you lifted his posh sleeve and quickly got to work. Slathering the medicine on the trauma, you could hear Heimdall hissing and groaning and trying not to move in place, you definitely knew how awful it was. 

It was over before both of you knew it. You slipped his sleeve back down and set the Einherjar helmet down, “Now you can concentrate on using Bifrost.” You smile before moving yourself further so you could have room.

Heimdall only rolled his eyes and reciprocated the smile. 

You soon pulled your pant legs high up to tend to your wounds. Heimdall was quietly watching as you analyzed your injuries. 

The first thing you noticed was the Bifrost burn on your mid calf and downwards. The flesh there was stingy and hurt to touch or even look at. It spanned out in sharp points and then round points, it still bled every time you flexed your leg as well. The cuts you had gotten from the arrows were deep, they tore the skin there with ease.

Maybe you could borrow some of the Aesir arrows sometime, they were mighty harmful. The gashes were still relatively okay, you wouldn’t be getting an infection anytime soon. 

You released an annoyed sigh as you prepared the ingredients to help mend the burn. Adding more of Lamb’s Cress and Red root to the concoction. “I could hold the helmet for you if it would make this,” He nonchalantly gestured to your burn ”easier.”

 

You thanked him by handing him said helmet. The golden god merely held it as you worked your ‘magic’. Gracefully dumping some of the product on your wounds, wanting to jump away from it while you applied it with either a hiss or curse. 

As soon as you were done with the helmet, you threw it far. Or at least as far as you could from your position. Finally, you could rest without worrying about anything right now. Worrying was for tomorrow. Laying down on your back you started to relax.

The sun had set and night could be fully seen. The stars above twinkled like they never have before, maybe you should come to Vanaheim more often. The fire crackled every few seconds just to add onto the effect and you loved it, despite the situation you could still see the beauty in it.  

The sound of shuffling and you found that a new weight was on your right. The watchman of the Aesir had lain beside you. You could feel his fingers ghosting yours as if he wanted to hold your hand. You decided to take the initiative and interlock fingers with him.

“Any particular reason why you decided to lay with me?” You ask, tilting your head to look at Heimdall. The Aesir man only turned to you, stared you in the eyes, then turned his back to staring upwards.

 

“I like your company, that is all.” 

The response made your heart grow warmer, so you weren’t all too bad in his eyes. (Ignoring the fact you saved his life of course) You whispered a goodnight to him before shutting your eyes, you hadn’t realized how heavy they felt until you’ve closed.

The last thing you remember was Heimdall gently squeezing your hand before you drifted asleep. 

[onceuponastory]

an unexpected meeting - bucky barnes x reader

But I'm so fucking lonely, no one really knows me You are still a heart I hope to hold - weekends by freya ridings Plot: Two years after breaking up with his girlfriend, Bucky unexpectedly bumps into her again. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (previously) Warnings: Mentions of a breakup and heartbreak, Bucky isolating himself and blaming himself after what happened with HYDRA/The Winter Soldier, and with the breakup. He also self sabotages himself a lot in this. A few tiny mentions of nightmares, blood and violence but nothing too graphic. And of course, some angst. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is for @angstober Day 12: "On Our Own." Please ignore that I'm one day late. Sue me. I love this song so much, so I had to write this based on it.

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

Making his way down the street, Bucky shivers, wrapping his coat tightly around himself as another bitterly cold wind blows against his face. The temptation to just go home and forget today is too real. But deep down, he knows he has to do this.  Bucky has been reclusive for the last two years, shutting himself up in his apartment and only going out for missions and essentials. His friends tried to convince him to come out, whether for coffee or something stronger, but Bucky still rarely left the safe space of his New York apartment. He prefers to be alone. It’s better to be alone.

Or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself as he sat alone in his apartment night after night, hearing the noise of the hustle and bustle outside, as he scrolled through his friends’ countless pictures together, seeing how happy they were together, without him…. And as he tried desperately to ignore how isolated he felt.

That was Bucky’s life until a few weeks ago, when Steve and Sam stepped in and insisted that getting out in the fresh air would do him the world of good. Bucky wasn’t so sure about their promises, but since the alternative was his two best friends dragging him outside themselves, going outside on his own terms sounded much more appealing. And walking to the store to buy some things is small, it’s manageable. It’s not like a mission or something more serious. 

And although he’d rather die than admit it to them… he was getting fed up with being stuck inside his apartment all the time, staring at the same four walls day in and day out. Steve and Sam just gave him the push he needed. 

That and he’s dangerously close to running out of coffee. Priorities.

He soon reaches the store, grabbing a basket and heading inside. The sooner he leaves, the better. He wanders around aimlessly, looking down at the various fruits and vegetables on offer. No doubt Steve and Sam would tell him he needs to eat more of those. He grabs some apples and plums, tossing them into the basket with little thought.

And then, he sees her, standing alone by the grapes. He’s shocked to see her here, of all places. In fact, most times he’s seen Y/N, she’s been a hallucination, gone in the blink of an eye when Bucky tried to get too close. But no matter how much he blinks, and how long he keeps his eyes closed, Y/N is still there. And she looks just as beautiful as she always does. Bucky’s heart begins to beat quicker, and his stomach churns in a weird mixture of excitement and fear.

He hasn’t seen her since they broke up, and when Bucky decided he was better off alone. Not because of anything Y/N did, though. God no, it was never Y/N’s fault. She’s the most beautiful, loving woman in the world, with a smile that puts the sun to shame. And that’s exactly why he broke up with her. 

After everything he’s been through with HYDRA and his work as an Avenger, Bucky's life is an intense and dangerous one. When they were still together, Y/N insisted she was fine with him being away for months and didn’t mind staying up beside the phone all night, anxiously awaiting to hear if he was still alive. But Bucky knew she was lying. Love or not, nobody wants to deal with that from their partner, to say goodbye and wonder if they'd ever come home again. Not just that, Bucky knows he’s a lot to deal with. With his troubled past, he has many... issues, to put it mildly. Issues he doesn’t want to drag Y/N into, ever. With all the innocent blood he’s spilled, Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve anything good. 

Especially not Y/N. All Bucky ever wanted was to protect her from certain heartbreak. So, he walked away, promising her it was the best thing for her. And he’s regretted the break up ever since. That’s why he’s locked himself away for so long - he couldn’t bear the thought of life without her, of going to places they loved without her, knowing that a piece of himself is missing, yet being unable to get it back no matter how hard he tried. But most of all, he couldn’t live knowing that it’s his fault everything fell apart.

And now, here she is. Right beside him at the store. Just the two of them.

“Y/N.” His voice is soft, almost as if he doesn’t believe that she’s actually there this time, and no longer a figment of his imagination. His words are nothing more than a whisper in the wind. And yet, despite how interested she’s pretending to be in this fruit, how long it’s been since she’s heard his voice, and how quiet it is, Y/N still hears it. It’s almost as if his words brush against her cheek, just like the way his lips did the last time he kissed her. When she cried and begged him to stay, insisting that whatever it was, they could just work it out if he would just please listen. And Bucky just shook his head, kissing her softly and promising that this was for the best. He still remembers the warmth of her skin as his lips brushed against hers, and the feeling of her tears rolling down her cheeks as she continued to ask him to stay. Although Bucky knows his tears were mixed with hers, too. That day, he savoured every moment he could, knowing it would be the last time he would ever see her.

But like he said, he looked for her, though, being disappointed every time. But this time, it’s real.

Y/N turns to him, locking eyes with him once more. The last time she did that was when he walked out, their relationship destroyed beyond repair. Because of him. And once again, Bucky reminds himself that it’s all his fault. “Bucky. Hi.” She smiles. Her smile looks different, and doesn’t reach her eyes like the usual warm ones that he’s used to. Back when things were great between them. Clearly, the breakup has affected her too.

“Of course it did, you idiot. She loved you.” Deep in Bucky’s gut, that familiar feeling of guilt twinges again. The same one he feels whenever he remembers just what he did to all those poor souls. Y/N never judged him for that, though. She sat with him every night, holding him as he screamed and thrashed around. Running her fingers through his hair, whispering sweet nothings whilst she peppered kisses across his body, knowing it calmed him down. 

He never deserved her. That’s why he let her go.

But it feels so wrong now. The bitter taste of regret seeps through him.

“How are you?” She asks. It’s a polite response, thankfully… but it’s curt. Before, she used to ask him to tell him every aspect about his day, anything he could share about his missions. Just something more than this. And as he spoke about everything and nothing, she’d hang onto his every word. Now, though, she looks like she couldn’t care less. 

And despite this raw, aching feeling in his chest, Bucky knows he deserves it. He can't destroy their relationship and then reappear to mend the pieces after two years.

“Good. Good.” He lies. “So, um… what are you up to?” He asks, regretting his words the moment they leave his mouth. 

“Getting groceries.” Y/N replies, another curt response. “Like you evidently.” She gestures to his basket.

“Oh. Right.” Because of course she is. Why else would she be here? And then, an uncomfortable silence descends, enveloping the two of them so deeply they could drown in it. But Bucky’s been drowning in the consequences of his actions for a long time.

This time, though, he’s been spat back out… and what a hellish form of karma this is.

“Was I not enough for you?” She asks, bluntly. The question takes him aback. He wasn’t expecting this question, of all things. …But she deserves the truth, and to ask him whatever she wants after it ended the way it did.

“Of course you were enough, Y/N. I promise you that.” She was more than enough, more than he could ever deserve, especially after the things he’s done. In fact, that’s probably why he ruined their relationship. Because whilst Y/N nurtures and supports everything she touches, Bucky destroys them. And he refused to let Y/N be the next thing he destroyed. But with the way she looks at him now, Bucky knows he’s destroyed her too. And that realisation hurts more than anything he’s ever done.

“You had a funny way of showing it then.” She hisses, loud enough for him to hear. Another strike of guilt. Guilt that he deserves, of course.

“Y/N.” He sighs. “I’m so sorry. Please, just-“

“Hey! There you are!” A man’s voice sounds, cutting through Bucky’s explanation. The man walks up to Y/N, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her temple. Immediately, the icy sting of jealousy wraps itself around Bucky, and his eyes narrow. Who the hell is this guy? He better take good care of Y/N, and treat her like the Queen she is, like Bucky did. Or else… there’ll be trouble. 

“Did you, though?” A little voice in the back of his head pipes up. “Because…I don’t think you ever did. At least, not at the end.” The words hit Bucky like being doused in ice cold water. His lungs constrict, and tears sting in his waterline. 

Although he still loves Y/N, so much so that he wants to shout it from the rooftops, deep down he knows that the voice is right. After what he did… he has no right to feel so protective of her. He has no hold over her heart anymore. 

And besides, maybe Y/N should’ve been protected from him instead.

“Who’s this?” The man asks, looking at Bucky curiously. 

“Um.” Y/N murmurs. A small glimmer of hope lightens deep in Bucky’s gut then. Maybe there’s a slight chance for redemption here, to make things right. Maybe, just maybe, she would say something nice about him, proving her feelings towards him have changed, if even only a little. And perhaps she still feels the same love for him as he does for her. Maybe, somewhere down the line, they can make things right again. “He’s just someone I know.” 

And that makes the flicker of hope inside of him fizzle out into nothing. 

“I’m Bucky. Nice to meet you.” Bucky nods, trying with all his might to not collapse in the middle of the aisle.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chris.” The man smiles. Bucky stares at him, looking for something, anything, that seems off about Chris. Maybe he’s gripping her arm just too tightly, or shooting her dirty looks when he thinks Bucky isn’t watching. But there’s nothing. Chris seems perfect. He’s the perfect boyfriend Y/N deserves, and the one Bucky failed spectacularly at being.

As Chris makes polite conversation, Bucky nods, glancing around for an exit strategy. Usually, he does that to ensure the safety of his team, and protect them against whichever monster or villain they’re dealing with.

Now though, he’s doing it so his ex-girlfriend, who he definitely isn’t over and her new boyfriend don’t see him start sobbing in the middle of the fruit and vegetable section.

“Well, I better get going.” Bucky quickly announces. “It was nice seeing you Y/N.” 

“Yeah… you too.” She murmurs. Bucky quickly turns and walks away, abandoning his basket somewhere in the store. 

As soon as he’s outside, a few loose tears escape, running down his cheeks despite Bucky's best efforts not to break in public. It feels like his heart is being ripped apart all over again, just like it did when he broke up with Y/N. But this time, though, it hurts even more, like millions of stab wounds to the heart over and over again. 

Thankfully, he makes it home quickly, slamming the door behind him. He barely makes it a few steps before collapsing on the floor, his body wracked with sobs. If he could turn the clock back and fix this, if he could reverse his actions, he would.

But he can’t. He made his choice, and now he has to live with it. 

Despite how much it hurts. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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The Sacrifice (part 1) | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: You sacrifice yourself to save your boyfriend and their family. (Elijah Mikaelson fanfic)

TW: violence, loss of loved one, blood, emotional damage.

idk if it makes sense to you but just let my imaginations go wild😍

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!!

word count: 2618

Part 2

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Elijah covered Gia's body and stood up. You stood by him and looked sorrowfully at Gia's body. You didn't know much about her but she didn't deserve to die because of Klaus. Klaus was so angry and killing Gia was his revenge.

"I'm so sorry about Gia, if I had been here she wouldn't have died" You told you boyfriend.

"That's alright, nothing could have stopped Klaus from killing her." Elijah hugged you from your side and kissed your cheek and turned to camille, who had just drank blood to heal herself.

"are you ok?" you asked in concern and she nodded in response.

"now that you're healed, what did you mean by Klaus had a plan? we had a plan, a plan he has mercilessly destroyed!" Elijah exclaimed in anger. You caressed his back and he calmed down.

"our plan wouldn't have worked elijah" Camille spoke up and both of you looked at her with confusion.

"when Klaus got into my head, he said your plan would fail so he had to enact one of his own"

"and what's this plan of his?" you asked her.

"he has to get her to link to him" Camille told you both and you gasped.

"My brother wishes to bind himself to our enemy? she'll be virtually indestructible." Elijah said as he separated from you and walked closer to her.

"he said I had to convince you guys that everything he had to do, he had to do alone." Camille explained and you groaned.

"he is so stupid! he could get killed! he always thinks he has to do everything on his own and thinks on his own and he doesn't ask for help" you said in frustration as you ran your hands through your hair.

"you had the wrong ingredients to kill dahlia and he has to buy time before he finds the right ones." camille explained further.

"how?" Elijah asked.

"he is going to use the dagger on himself" Camille said and your eyes widened.

"with dahlia's life linked to his, she'll drop dead with him." you realised what Klaus's plan was.

"I'm really sorry about your friend." Camille told him.

"are you?" Elijah questioned.

"I'm not condoning klaus's actions. I'm trying to help you. All I know is, Klaus will do whatever he has to do for-" Camille was probably about to say for family but elijah cut her off.

"Klaus will do whatever he has to do for Klaus! now hayley is not answering her phone. what has he done?" Elijah interrogated.

"don't blame the messenger" you turn around and saw rebekah, the real rebekah, and Marcel, coming into the compound. It was so good to see Rebekah in her old body again, she was forced into another body for so long you never thought she would go back to her old body ever again.

"Rebekah" You smiled widely and ran and hugged her and she hugged back.

"Ava, it's good to see you" Rebekah said as she hugged you back.

"no hug for me?" Marcel asked with a smiled and arms opened as you and Rebekah pulled away. you rolled your eyes and smiled as you ran to hug him and after awhile, pulled away.

"rebekah" Elijah spoke and looked at her from head to toe, surprised to see her in her old body.

"looks like Niklaus has a lot on his to-do list last night, and as for hayley" Rebekah started.

"what happened to her?" you asked.

"When Klaus attacked me, he stole the spell that i used on the crescent wolves" Marcel explained.

"so he would condemn her to the body of a beast?" Elijah asked.

"Hayley will be human once a month." Rebekah told everyone.

"Are you saying she can only see her baby once a month?" You couldn't believe Klaus would do this to Hayley.

"Not for long. we will find her and we help her. But for now we have to focus on those who need saving today. Freya called, Dahlia is incapacitated, they are two hours north at orchard near Pear River, she has Hope." Rebekah told you guys and you knew Elijah would want to go there as fast as he could.

"Take me with you" Elijah nodded and carried you bridal style and sped out of the compound and to where Freya was.

"well my adage holds, nothing good ever happens in a clearing in the woods" Freya said and you chuckled as you and Elijah walked up to her.

"nothing good ever happens where my brother is concerned, with one exception." he looked over at Hope.

"How is she?"

"she's a Mikaelson, she's resilient." Freya said.

"can I hold her?" You asked and Freya nodded and handed Hope over to you.

"hello Hope, you know your auntie Ava? I'm your cool Aunt" you cooed and Freya chuckled. Elijah smiled at your cuteness and walked over to where Dahlia and Klaus were.

"When I woke, they were like this." Freay told you guys.

"Rebekah tells me Klaus has a plan kill to Dahlia, that he knew our plan would not work" Freya said.

"Yes, according to him, our ingredients were incorrect." Elijah explained.

"Klaus infiltrated Dahlia's mind. you didn't break her heart, we needed the blood of the witch she loved most, and you are not that witch, your mother is." You continued explaining to her while rocking Hope.

"So we need esther. well that's impossible, I killed her" Freya told you guys.

"one incarnation" Elijah told Freya and you saw the uneasy expression on Freya's face and felt bad for her.

"Our mother is burried in New Orleans. Niklaus wants us to revive the original body." Elijah explained and Freya nodded.

"Let's get back to the compound" Elijah said and he went over and carried Klaus to the back of the truck before going over to Dahlia and carried her and placed her beside Klaus while you took Hope's carrier to the back seat of the truck and placing her gently into the carrier. Freya got into the passenger seat before Elijah got into the driver seat and drove off.

Once you guys reached the compound, Elijah called Marcel to carry Dahlia in while he carried Klaus and you carried Hope into the compound. you put Hope's carrier on the fountain and took her out of the carrier and went over to the Mikaelsons. You saw that Marcel was bent over Klaus and poking his arm.

"Nik is demented." He stated.

"are we really to dig up our mother, burn her to ash, swap said ash for Kol's and then trick Davina into using her last chance to bringing someone back from the dead, not to mention we lose the opportunity to save Kol, if Davina doesn't turn us inside out?" Rebekah asked.

"and we will just be killing Esther again after all this so we're just back to square one" you added and everyone turned to you.

"what? I'm just saying what we're all thinking" you shrugged your shoulders.

"we could also dig a deep hole and leave both our problems at the bottom of it" Elijah spoke up.

"I say we choose a more permanent option, find the white oak stake, kill Klaus, Dahlia dies with him." Freya suggested.

"oh yea, and so do I, and every other vampire that Klaus has turned." Marcel told her.

Suddenly you heard a trickling noise and you turned your head and looked at Klaus and your eyes widened.

"um, guys, we got a situation" Everyone looked towards your direction and saw that the dagger in Klaus's chest is melting.

"The dagger is bloody melting." Rebekah swore as Elijah knelt down next to Klaus.

"We have no choice but to finish the task niklaus has set." Elijah said out loud and everyone nodded.

"Rebekah and I will go get our mother's ashes while Marcel and Freya will stay here and find Kol's ashes." Elijah explained.

"what about me? I want to help too." You told him.

"darling, you can help by taking care of Hope, where it's safe, I don't want you to get hurt from this." Elijah told you and you scoffed.

"I can take of myself, I'm a witch from the most powerful coven and have been training with Freya for so long" you retaliated.

" I know but Dahlia is a thousand years old, she's way more powerful than you. Please, we don't have time to argue." Elijah says and you couldn't say anything and just nodded.

Rebekah and Elijah left and Freya and Marcel started looking for Kol's ashes. You weren't going to stay there and do nothing so you left for Hope's room and kissed her before placing her gently in her crib.

"I'm sorry baby, auntie Ava have got some work to do" you said and left the room, making sure to put a spell so that no one can enter into the room unless it's one of your friends. you looked for Freya and Marcel, where they were in one of the rooms, looking for Kol's ashes.

"I thought you were supposed to take care of Hope?" Marcel asked.

"I'm not going to just sit around doing nothing when I can be of use. plus i'm with you guys, nothing will happen. and don't worry I put a boundary spell around Hope's room so no one can go in unless it's one of us" you told him and Freya and Marcel nodded.

"Elijah said Klaus kept Kol's ashes in a blue urn, what he didn't do was narrow the field. Heaven forbid one thing not be a damn secret in this family." Marcel explained as he continued to search while you started searching the cabinets.

"Yet, despite your anger, here you are, casting your lot with Klaus. Is that because you believe his plan's going to work?" Freya asked.

"That is the Mikaelson paradox, you want to love and kill each other all at the same time." Marcel said.

"you got that right" you scoffed. The three of you continued to search for the urn. you missed Kol, even though he could be a hard ass, he would still look out for you whenever necessary. you promised yourself to continue to look for a spell to bring him back from the dead after all this was over.

"look who got lucky" you turned and saw Marcel bringing out the urn from a cabinet and looked inside when his smile dropped as you and Freya walked towards him. He flipped the urn and nothing came out of it and you sighed.

"either you have a curious definition of luck or someone got to those ashes before we did." You told him.

"all right we better find a way to stop that dagger from melting because if the theif is who i think it is, we've got a problem." Marcel said out loud.

"I've got an idea, but Ava I need your help." Freya said and you nodded as the 3 of you went to Klaus.

"Just follow my lead" Freya started chanting and you copied her as she poured salt onto the dagger. It was no use, the dagger is still melting.

"It's no use, we can't slow her magic, everything we're trying fails." Freya said and Marcel ran his fingers through his hair. suddenly you heard creaking and you turned to the stairs and saw vines and leaves growing towards upstairs and towards Hope's room. Dahlia is trying to get to Hope.

"There's got to be a way to kill her" Marcel said.

"there is" you looked at Freya and saw her taking out the white oak stake.

"No! Freya!" Both you and Marcel lunged towards Freya to try and stop her but she used her magic to back you guys to the stairs.

"Please Freya, you don't have to do this, we will find another way." You practically begged her to stop what she was doing and think for a second.

"do you really want to kill your own brother? the family you always wanted." Marcel added in.

"This is the family I longed for, but because of her, i'll always be alone." Freya lifted the stake and plunged it towards Klaus's chest but was stopped by Klaus, who had just woken up.

"Sister" Klaus said as he held her hand with both of his and you sighed with relief. Freya let you and Marcel go and she helped Klaus up as Dahlia got up.

"I'm almost impressed by the lengths you'd go to for your little girl, though not enough to let bygones be." She reached out and the stake from Freya's hand flew into hers

"we are still linked, dear aunt. you may not way to punish me with that particular weapon." Klaus said as he walked forward towards Dahlia.

"Hmm, I made sure that the link between us melted along with the dagger. Meaning, i'm quite free to kill you." Dahlia said and Klaus's face dropped. She used her magic to pull Klaus towards her and was about to kill him but Marcel ran forward and saved Klaus. Dahlia used this time to transport you and Freya to hope's room even though you had placed a boundary spell and took a little bit of hope's blood before teleporting to someplace you didn't know. Dahlia started dragging you and Freya inside an abandoned warehouse.

"2 centuries ago, this city hung its traitors right here, I thought it was only fitting that it be your slaughtering grounds." Dahlia told Freya.

"why'd you bring Ava here. she didn't betray you" Freya asked her.

"she may not have betrayed me, but she is the firstborn of the most powerful covern, I can use her as my power source. not to mention all of you care for her, it would be a good punishment to make you guys see her suffer while you stand there and aren't able to do anything." You feared the worse as she dragged you and Freya inside and made you guys kneel before her as she place a boundary spell around you guys.

"I actually pity you, over the course of our long lives together, I could see you were broken, I used to think it was my fault, but in time, I've learned your ability to love died long ago" Freya said with tears forming in her eyes.

"Darkness isn't born you know, it's created, by snuffing out of a light. so however you thought you might mend me, please no you never could. Whenever I looked into your eyes, I saw your mother, the sister who turned my heart to stone, and with that stone I will crush each and everyone of her children." Dahlia told her. She came to your side and cut your wrist and collected some of your blood.

"what are you doing?" Freya asked her but Dahlia ignored her. she cut her hand and blood dripped from her hand and she started chanting.

"she's linking me to her, I can feel it." you told Freya.

"I'm so sorry Ava, you should never have had to be dragged into my family's drama." Freya said with tears in her eyes. you could feel you eyes welling up too.

"that's not your fault, I knew the risk when I started dating a Mikaelson and I still stuck by, and I would do it all over again if it meant being with Elijah." you said with a smile. you had a plan of your own and you started chanting and you transported yourself spiritually/physically (you'll get it later) to where Klaus was as he is the only one who could help you with the plan

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How did you feel with Hope’s and Rebekah’s interactions in legacies? I was really disappointed in Rebekah. I understand that Klaus and Hayley would’ve hated to see Hope without her humanity, but Rebekah had no right to say that Klaus would be disappointed in Hope. Hope has been through so much, and no one in her family seemed to care. Rebekah, and the rest of the mikaelsons, seemingly abandoned Hope - which would’ve disappointed Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah way more than Hope unwillingly turning off her humanity. Say what you will about Elijah, and you can say a lot because he was awful (especially towards Marcel), but he wouldn’t have allowed Hope to deal with malivore and a random god alone. It still makes me angry that the Mikaelsons helped Hope regain her humanity but scattered when she was in danger once more because of some idiotic god named Ken.

Rebekah got on my nerves so badly, to be honest. She showed up out of nowhere after years of no contact and she just expected Hope to be happy and not hold a grudge against the fact that they left her completely alone to die???

Honestly, the Mikaelson (and by this I mean Kol, Rebekah and Freya) did not care for Hope that much even in The Originals. They had set crazy expectations in her and once they saw Hope didn't fit their happily ever after, they dumped her.

I'm not saying they didn't love her because they clearly did, but they cared more about her being the redemption of their family/what she was supposed to "fix" way more than they cared for Hope herself: in my opinion, the only people who didn't see her as their redemption were Klaus and Hayley and don't get me wrong, Klaus was a shitty father but at least he along with Hayley never put any expectation in her.

I mean, Freya already expressed her little interest in making sure Hope kept her innocence as a kid in this conversation:

[HAYLEY: I've done plenty wrong in my life, Freya. But things are different now. I have a sweet little girl who's going around healing injured fireflies with her magic. If we're keeping someone captive in our barn, she's gonna have questions.

FREYA: Then tell her that the world's a bad place and that sometimes we have to do bad things to survive. She'll be safer if she learns that early.

HAYLEY: It's not her job to keep herself safe. It's mine. It's ours. And that includes protecting her innocence.

FREYA: She's a Mikaelson -- she can live without her innocence. She can't live without her family. She's a Mikaelson, and you're-]

And as any other Mikaelson loves doing, Freya made sure to remind her of why Hayley would never be actually part of her family: she doesn't share their blood. I mean, look at Hope; she does share their blood and yet they didn't give a damn about her, Freya didn't care about making sure she grew as normal as possible (extremely difficult with their lifestyle), Rebekah ditched Hope the moment she stopped being a baby because she couldn't live her fantasy of wanting to cosplay as a mother and Kol wasn't even allowed to be around her when she was a baby, and then they never actually developed a bond once she grew up.

Of course, this is controversial because in The Originals, judging by the phone call Hope has with Kol, the way she behaves around Freya and that line in Legacies about Rebekah teaching her how to dance, it is implied they were close enough to have a good relationship and that they did care for her. And she's even closer to Marcel, if we take into account how comfortable and happy they act with each other.

Freya did say she saw Hope as the kid she lost and of course, the moment she had a kid of her own she dumped her. Rebekah was obsessed with being a mother and yet it's proven time and time again to be a shitty person around kids: the grooming with Marcel, being mean to Elena and Caroline because she was jealous and not giving a damn about Hope once she grew up and then we have Kol, who funnily enough seems to be closer to her than Freya and Rebekah and of course Marcel, the person Hope loves more than any of her blood relatives lol.

Don't get me wrong, Legacies played a big part in the way the Mikaelson ruined their relationship with Hope, but I don't get why people act so surprised and hurt about their abandonment of her when there were already signs of this in The Originals. The only reason they even stayed together for a millennium was because of Elijah and because Klaus refused to let them go, so of course they would fall apart once they died.

And yes, I agree with the whole Elijah thing. He loved Hope a lot once he got to know her in season five and he would have never left her alone in the Salvatore school, but he would also never have allowed her to stay that long on it.

[morganas-pendragons]

dear, sweet elijah | e.m.

You are a witch who was adopted by the Mikaelsons when your parents died in the village. Barely a child yourself, Esther Mikaelson fulfilled your mother’s dying wish and took you in as her own. 

That’s why, besides Freya, the two of you are the most powerful and the oldest witches alive. 

When Elijah flees the country to head to Paris - thus separating himself from his siblings and the Hollow - he eventually returns and regains his memories. 

This is what happens for both of you during that time. 

Set during the originals season 5 

***

Their curse is always and forever. A pact made in the aftermath of blood and pain and anguish over their new reality, confined to an immortal life and watching the ones they love die. 

But not them. Not the Mikaelsons. They’ve seen empires rise and fall, they’ve seen their siblings kill the ones who dare to love them, they’ve fled for their lives in fear of their mother, their father, their aunt. 

You parted from them in 1919 when Rebekah called Mikael to New Orleans. With a final kiss to Klaus’ forehead - as he was the closest to your heart, though Elijah had always had it - and a longing look to the man you’ve always loved, you fled back in the direction of the burning opera house. 

The Mikaelsons never saw you again. They believed you to be dead. 

Rebekah would never forget the way Niklaus screamed. 

One hundred years later, the trio reunited with you when they returned to New Orleans and Klaus was told that a werewolf named Hayley Marshall was carrying his child. Rebekah hadn’t known it was you until she saw your eyes. Everything about you was different. 

Your hair, your clothes, even your name. 

But someone who had spent a thousand years with you would never forget those eyes. So old... and just so sad. 

Rebekah and Klaus would come to learn that you had alienated yourself from everyone during the hundred years of being in New Orleans alone. You’d fallen in love with a vampire named Jean, one of the eldest ones in the city, and Marcel had killed him for associating with a witch. 

A witch who had no coven. An independent witch who everyone else feared. 

When Marcel had killed your significant other, you’d burned over two dozen vampires in retaliation. He’d never tried to cross you again. The vampires knew better. The witches knew better. The wolves... they had no say. They’d never been able to have a say in the matters of the Quarter. 

You remember the first time you saw Niklaus strolling down the streets of the quarters towards the most well known bakery in town. You knew exactly why he was going there. 

Beignets. 

  “Good morning! What can I help you with today?” 

Klaus smiled at the young cashier and lifted his eyes to the menu, preparing to remove a wad of bills and slide them across the counter. “I will take-” 

  “Mr. Mikaelson will take as many beignets as you are willing to give him, Anna,” Klaus froze as a familiar voice drifted through the sun-lit open front doors to the cafe. He hadn’t heard that voice in a hundred years. “And he’ll take them to go.” 

  “Right away!” 

Niklaus Mikaelson wasn’t one privy to the feelings that come with shock, or being caught off guard. He was the strongest and the most feared monster to live on this earth. He was hated. He was okay with being hated. 

But the one person who had loved him in spite of all of that was you, and you were standing in front of him for the first time in a hundred years. 

  “Y/N?” 

  “My dear, sweet Niklaus... did you miss me?” 

So much had happened since then. Dahlia, Marcel, the war between the witches and the vampires, nearly losing four of the Mikaelson siblings in one swift go... That nearly ended you. You might despise Elijah for the things he makes you feel - and the things he has chosen to so blatantly ignore when Hayley is within his grasps - but you still love him. You don’t think you can stop loving him. 

And that’s why you hate that you still choose to stay with Hayley to find the cure. You tell her, once they’re all coffined and safe in the back of the truck, that you’re staying to help her find the cure and protect Hope. 

You’re really staying because of the promise you made to Klaus. The promise you made to Elijah when you held him, trembling and weak, in your arms as the venom from Marcel’s bite worked its way through his blood. 

  “Y/N, I know you owe me nothing, but I have one last thing to ask-” 

Hayley is in the other room tending to the other three Mikaelsons while you tend to Elijah. Freya had been the one who suggested it. Said that he would be better off to have the comforting hands of someone he knew taking care of him in his most vulnerable state. 

You argued Hayley could do it. Freya denied you. Said it had to be you. 

So here you are. 

  “Sh... sweet Elijah,” You murmur, raking your fingers through sweat slick hair as he scrambles for purchase in the worn fabric of your jacket. Hayley may be new, she may have his heart and he may have fallen in love with her, but you are familiar and safe. You remind him of a time where he considered himself to be good. “You’re not making any dying promises to me.” 

He’d only asked you one simple thing, which you ended up doing anyway. Protect Hayley and Hope. Nothing about yourself. Nothing about how you felt. 

When everyone had been cursed and their ailments lifted, you quietly disclosed to Niklaus you were intending on leaving and finally told him why: You were tired of being hurt by the fact that you’d given so much of yourself to the family, to Elijah, only for those efforts to not be recognized or reciprocated. 

  “You act as if we have not all recognized your affections for my brother, Y/N,” Niklaus remarked from your hidden spot in the barn where no one would come to bother you. You had wanted to tell him first of your intentions to leave and make your own way. To find love. To find peace. To find the things that, being the anchor of the Mikaelsons, you had never been able to find. “And as for Elijah, I believe it simply comes down to one thing. You were, even after we were turned, always so good. And goodness is always tainted in our presence. He doesn’t believe himself worthy of someone good. Goodness is taken away and replaced by something-” 

  “Evil?” When Klaus didn’t reply, you nodded your assent and continued braiding the wildflowers you had picked from the field outside while looking for him. “I’ve never seen you as you all see yourselves. Especially you, Niklaus. You should know that given how many times I saved you from Mikael.” 

And he’d never forget one moment of them. Not one from childhood, and not one now. 

  “I grant you a mercy that you deserve,” He’d cradled your face then, ever the gentle, and kissed your forehead as he whispered, “You are free from us.” 

But you weren’t. Hope got sick, the Hollow emerged, and everything went to Hell again. 

You disappeared to Mystic Falls during the core years of Hope Mikaelson’s life where she needed a teacher to learn how to control her abilities. You had bid your goodbyes before they were taken from you. Had told them you’d always be a call away.

All of them except Elijah. After his blatant denial of your affections, you decided he did not deserve it. Nothing else from you. 

So for several years, you lived in Mystic Falls. You made a life for yourself as a witch in the community who often convened with Bonnie Bennett, a younger witch from the Bennet line who was remarkably powerful and looking for community with other powerful witches she could learn from. 

The Salvatore brothers respected you. Elena tolerated you. That was okay. 

You had peace. 

Until you didn’t. 

Until Elijah gained his memories back, and Klaus called you frantic and desperate for someone to be there for him that he knew. Someone who understood his vulnerabilities and what it was like to lose the love of your life. When he’d told you Hayley had died saving Hope, you had released such a powerful magical response that Bonnie had felt it clear across town and had come to make sure you were okay. 

She said you were crying when she found you. You didn’t realize it until you lifted your fingertips to your cheeks, and they came back wet. 

Because of course your heart would do this to you. Of course you would come running back to New Orleans to aid the Mikaelson’s during their most painful days.

Always and forever was your curse.

And loving Elijah Mikaelson, you believed, would be your downfall. You believed that until he turned around from where he was bent over the church pew, his siblings presences scattered about the room, and gazed upon you like you were the clearest and brightest thing he’d seen in centuries. 

Like you were the light able to pull him out of the proverbial darkness. 

  “Y/N?” 

part two has been posted!

[busghost]

I've been really negative about Honkai recently and I'm sorry about that but with everything that's wrong it gets you thinking about how they could have done it better.

So now I'm wondering what ideas people have for Mei's (gestures at her) everything. Instead of just telling us everything Mei is supposed to be and show us Mei growing as a person.

I do want to see what other people think up because by no means is my idea the only good one.

DISCLAIMER: I'm only throwing ideas out, I'm not claiming to be an actual good writer. I'd be a pretentious asshole to think that if I wrote this in a story format rather than an outline that it'd be any good. It'd be worse than what we got. I'm also not blaming the writers for being crunched so bad. It's just a lot of unfortunate circumstances.

Personally I'd go nuts with the beta Crown of Thorns + the ideas introduced in ch 1-2 of Elysian Realm and the story beforehand (Elysia is "perfect" but acts mean).

Elysia considers herself the perfect human when there's no humanity in her having let the end come because "it's their own fault". As if Mei let Kiana die to her own foolish self sacrificial habits. Her love is a detached one, like she doesn't truly understand what it is to love nor does she understand what she is loving. Humanity is more like a cute plaything than the collection of all people and their hopes and sorrows and hatred and love and everything in between.

The point of the Previous Era was that they were so coldly logical that they lost. They had no love, just look at what happened to RIN, murdered in cold blood and only became a Herrscher because of it. And that basically ALL we knew about the PE for the longest time, the coldblooded murder of a young woman just because she might've been a threat and how Sakura was able to reach RIN and get her to stop killing in the end with love.

Take the examples of love from the PE and crush them under that cold logic. Su being a doctor forced to continually sacrifice the few for the many, going against all he stands for. Griseo growing up in a world so apathetic towards new life. Hua hating Kevin for being Dr. Mei's pawn and killing HIMEKO. Expanding on the throwaway line where she was ostracized for being so close to somebody who became a Herrscher. Eden being so depressed at the loss of art and so much life. Sakura trying to do good by her sister but killing for a living to make it so. I think they really nailed Pardo the first time around. And very importantly, make it clear that MOTH/Dr. Mei's rationality is what caused so much suffering. Despite this, have her thaw out and be understanding even for their worst qualities. As the sims open up, so does she, becoming more like a person again rather than angst with a vague goal.

Contrast all of this with the love Mei has felt through her life. Her few interactions with her father that left a mark on her. Seeing how Hua has changed from the past into the present, finding people that she can openly love and care for. Theresa and Himeko giving her unconditional love and teaching her so much as parental figures. Even the tough love like Himeko slapping her across for face for suggesting everyone else would be better off if Mei killed herself. Kiana and Bronya relying on her and supporting her, her happiest moments being when she was at St. Freya with her family. Even during her short time at Anti-Entropy, Tesla was very kind to her. See the few examples of love that appeared in the Previous Era and realize THAT'S what they're fighting for in the real world.

I forget where it was stated, but I think it was Otto who said that the Current Era has come to a better understanding of what it means to be human and I really like that idea. Herrschers are more capable of being human than some people. That being human and defeating the Honkai isn't based on plans that kill nearly everyone on Earth or making decisions for the people of the future. It's not "PURGE THE HONKAI" as the PE was so fond of saying, it's "Fight for everything beautiful in the world."

With Elysia as the antagonist it doesn't even necessarily need to end in a boss fight against her or anything. But make Mei decide for herself that what she is going to fight for, she isn't "perfect" like Elysia but her love is genuine and she has a deeper understanding than Elysia ever could. She can carry on the memories of the Previous Era, not of all the fighting and plans but of the love people tried to show each other. A rejection of what everything the Previous Era stood for.

Have Mei leave the Realm and World Serpent, not because Kevin said "okay you can go now" but to abandon them to be with the people she truly cares about and believes in because that is what is important now. Maybe have her come to their aid when it's explicitly against WS's interests.

THEN Mei can take Elysia's place as Herrscher of Human/Origin because she truly understands what it means to love people unlike Elysia. How Kiana's arc is learning to accept love and loving herself, have Mei's arc be learning to love the world again.

Also do none of the retconning in chapter 34. Make everything they are doing in the Current Era their own decisions, their own plans. They are supposed to be overcoming Project Stigma through their own determination and knowledge, not because this was the real purpose of Project EMBER. Also just let the Will of the Honkai be something the Previous Era inflicted on the Current Era while tampering with it, not "we were making it easier for the CE the whole time". The Current Era's victory over the Honkai has to be their own.

I'll be first to admit, I haven't thought much into how it's play out and definitely should have more to do with Elysia, the realm is named for her and it's her big secret at the center of it all. You could still pull this off with making Elysia suffer so much for having so much genuine love for everyone in a loveless world or a million other ways. Just not, Elysia decided the future for the Herrschers and everything the CE is doing is actually a PE plan.

[andreal831]

What if Hope was a lesbian? Would her dating life be as under Klaus' thumb as Rebekah's was still?

Hope's sexuality wouldn't impact the amount of control Klaus exerted over her dating life. To me, all of the Mikaelsons seemed very accepting of all types of relationships. For Klaus, it was never about worrying over Rebekah specifically with men, but rather worrying about Rebekah abandoning him for love.

People often confuse "possessive" and "protective" with Klaus. He wasn't protective of Rebekah, he was possessive. I like to think he began to realize this with Hope and potentially learned his lesson, although a lot of her life he remains both protective and possessive.

So it really depends on which version of Klaus we are talking about. Klaus by the end of Season 5 knew he was going to die and leave Hope alone. He was relieved to see her dance with Landon because that meant she wouldn't be completely alone. He knew from Cami how important love was at that point.

If he hadn't been on the verge of dying, he would have been much more of a bully to Landon, or any partner Hope decided to pursue (see how he treated Brody or Brady or whatever that man's name was). He would struggle with the idea of his little girl leaving him for love. Hope was introduced into his life as his "redemption" and this person that would give him "unconditional love." She was meant to be the one person that wouldn't leave him. A romantic partner for Hope would threaten everything he had built his idea of redemption on.

Klaus didn't like Hope to see him angry or lose control, he did try to not be Mikael to Hope. But he would go off the rails in the background, likely needing Hayley or Elijah to talk him down before doing something that would harm Hope emotionally.

I know people get mad when I criticize Klaus' parenting, but I do realize how much he loved her. He would try his hardest to put his love over his own fears, but as we see in Season 4/5, he doesn't do this well.

Any version of Klaus before season 4 would likely try to lock Hope up in a tower the moment she started showing romantic interest to anyone.

I also think it would depend on who was still alive at the time Hope started dating. Cami, Elijah, and Hayley would be the best people to even Klaus' temper out and help him deal with Hope's dating. Especially if Cami was there because he wouldn't feel so alone. And yes, I do find it problematic the pressure Klaus puts on his familial relationships to fill in for his lack of romantic partners.

If they were all dead, it would fall on Freya and Rebekah and maybe Kol. But again, if this is Legacies Mikaelsons, they may all disappear and not help. I like to think Rebekah would be very helpful as she has been through it all with Klaus. Freya and Davina would try to make him back off but Klaus doesn't have a good history of listening to them.

It would really come down to Hope having strong enough feelings to tell him to back off herself. And Hope would definitely do this. Hope has a strong personality that she got from literally everyone in her family. But she has the added bonus of not being afraid of Klaus and not having to fear him hurting her. I don't think it would take Klaus doing much for her to stand up to him. Since Klaus never wants Hope to see him as anything but her hero, he would begrudgingly listen to her. Although he would definitely be sulking in the background and throwing menacing looks to her partner until he learned to like them enough.

Thanks for the ask!

[thenerdyindividual]

Ship ranking?? Uhhhh I want in!

The most random ships I have:

Mithian / Vivian, Mithian could turn out to be the one to free Vivian from the enchantment and make her into a better person!

Hunith /Uther or Ygraine / Balinor or Hunith /Ygraine etc etc. All the combinations

Gwaine / Elena I just think they're neat. They both have chaos energy. Plus, Elena's Father seems like a chill guy who would accept a peasant (who isn't actually a peasant huhhhhhhh)

Hear me out... Finna / Alator.

Nimueh / Freya

Julius Borden / Will

I swear I am not throwing these name out randomly there's a thought process behind it

Like Nimueh is of the old religion, so maybe she finds Freya after death in Avalon. And Freya being the kind soul she is can help her heal and grow out of her hatred.

And for Julius and Will... Picture a world where Will didn't die. And now everyone thinks he is a sorcerer. Julius hears rumours of the son of the last dragon lord living in Ealdor. So he goes there and he assumes it's Will, and Will just agrees to cover for Merlin, so he has to fake being a Dragon lord until the letter he sent reaches Merlin to warn him and to idk get help? But huh huh they actually fall in love.

Okay! There’s a lot here and I’m going to unpack all of them! This is fun!

Mithian / Vivian

I’m in favor of lesbian queens ruling a kingdom together, but also I like Mithian and feel she deserves better than Vivian. And I really dislike Vivian because she was mean to Gwen and I adore Gwen. I’m just not that interested in Vivian’s character, personally. I think Mithian, Gwen, and Morgana are all more interesting in her. So for that reason I rank it:

E-Tier

Hunith /Uther

No. Just no. Okay I know Uther was probably not always a genocidal maniac, but to quote Brennan Lee Mulligan “Before you were a fascist, you were a bully.” I think Hunith deserves to get her needs met by someone who would not one day gleefully send her son to the pyre. I rank this ship:

E-Tier

Ygraine / Balinor

Ohhhhh now this has some interesting vibes. Does Ygraine have a romance with Balinor before meeting Uther? Does she find out that Uther cheated on her, and got revenge on Balinor? Was it both? Does that mean that Uther and Ygraine were an arranged marriage? If so that makes Uther and even bigger hypocrite by using her death to justify his hatred.

For sheer implications and intrigue, I rank this:

C-Tier

Hunith /Ygraine

Ooooo a parallel to Arthur and Merlin, hell yes. I’m in favor of more sapphic romances in this fandom, and this could be fun. But also I now want an extremely cracky one shot where Merlin and Arthur are dating and introduce their moms, only for their moms to start hooking up, much to the horror of Merlin and Arthur.

I rank this:

C-Tier

Gwaine / Elena

I see this one a lot in the background of fics and I’m never much of a fan. It’s just a little too quirky for me. Like I’m sure there’s a fic out there that could get me to ship it, but most of the time it feels like people just want to ship the chaotic one with the chaotic one. It rarely feels thought out to me, and often feels like shoehorning it in because everyone needs to be a couple.

That said, it’s never enough to make me click away from a fic. And I could see how I would enjoy it if there was more time and thought put into their relationship. I mean, Gwaine is wandering rogue pre season 4. Chances are he ended up in Gawant at some point right?

I rank it:

C-Tier

For the potential

Finna / Alator

Tbh? In my soul, this is canon.

B-Tier

Nimueh / Freya

I just feel like Nimueh would trigger Freya. Super powerful, super scary, witch lady? After Freya got cursed dating Nimueh would just set Freya up to be terrified all the time. I don’t vibe with it. Also I think Freya has been through enough and doesn’t need to be fixing Nimueh.

I rank it:

D-Tier

Julius Borden / Will

Here’s the thing, I love Borden as a character but I like to make him Merlin’s shitty ex. I know the go to is Cenred, but he has way more chemistry with Borden.

So as far as shipping him with Will? Idk man. I’d maybe be tempted to read the fic you described because it sounds fun as hell, but Borden is just such a fun scummy piece of shit that I don’t ship him seriously with anyone. So without reading that fic, going on vibes alone…. I rank it:

D-Tier

Send me a Merlin Ship and I’ll rank it on a tier list. Note: This is a subjective ranking and a low ranking in no way means that I am shaming you for your taste in ships.

[moremaybank]

hello you could do a heartbreak where the reader is Hope’s mother and Klaus’s wife and Elijah is secretly in love with her and when Elijah gets his memories back he realizes he left her to die at Greta’s hands and he’s devastated by what He decides to confess to Klaus that he loved his wife, which causes a bigger fight and hope listens to him and gets angry because he blames Elijah for his mother’s death 😋

IT’S ALL MY FAULT — e.m

pairing elijah mikaelson x fem!reader, klaus mikaelson x wife!reader, hope mikaelson x mother!reader

summary elijah spent years secretly in love with his brother's wife. when he and his siblings are forced to separate to protect hope from the hollow, he compels away all memories of life as he knows it — including his feelings for you. however, this leads to complications when he allows greta to kill you, and by the time he's realized his mistake, it's much too late.

warnings angst, mentions of death, arguments, guilt, grief, hope using her magic in a violent manner

author's note i really hope this was okay, i don't really think i'm as good when it comes to writing angst but i tried like hell

elijah masterlist

twelve hours. it had been twelve hours since elijah's world came crashing down around him without notice. twelve hours since he regained a thousand years' worth of memories. of pain, of bloodshed, of tears. of love, of hope, of fleeting moments of happiness. twelve hours since he was faced with the memory of letting the woman he loved to be killed in front of his eyes.

the guilt was already too much to bear. not only did he lose the woman he fell in love with so quickly, but his brother also lost his wife, and his niece lost her mother. kol, rebekah and freya had lost someone they'd considered a sibling. one mistake had caused everyone he held dear to him to feel an unimaginable amount of grief and suffering.

and it was all because of him.

how could he come back from this? from the memory of her smile, the twinkle of her bright eyes, her harmonious laugh. her kindness, her ability to see redemption in klaus, just as he had. the fantastic mother she had been to her miraculous daughter. she was the word 'magic' personified. she had a light in her, and elijah had snuffed it out, permanently and forever.

elijah's nerves coursed through him, accompanied by his immense remorse as he entered the compound. he knew klaus wouldn't want to see him, let alone speak to him. neither would hope, and rightfully so. he'd broken apart their family, and there was no way of repairing it.

his eyes landed on klaus's back, who was pouring himself a drink to quiet some of the noise inside his head.

"you shouldn't be here, elijah. i don't want you anywhere near hope, or me for that matter."

"niklaus...please. i owe you this."

"do you have the slightest idea of all the agony you've caused? you've left my daughter without her mother. the woman who has fought for her and been by her side since birth. her best friend and confidant. her favourite person in the world is gone. my favourite person in the world is gone. because of you."

elijah's heart was far past broken, but it shattered even more as he stood across from his brother. he could see the torture behind his eyes, the suffering he could barely put into words. and it killed him to know that he was about to make it even worse.

"i loved her, niklaus. i loved her as you love her now, and there is nothing i could ever say or do to repair what i have broken, but i need you to hear me. i adored her. she was magnificent, and brave. beautiful, kind, and strong. in all my years, i'd never met anyone like her. and i know it is my fault that she's gone, but there is not one day in my future when i won't feel this loss as you have, as you do. i'm responsible for this, and i will never forgive myself."

klaus's heart stung with utter betrayal. as if it wasn't enough for his brother to take the love of his life away from him, he now had to learn that he'd been in love with her? it was all too much.

“you took away the one person who has loved me through everything!”

"niklaus, i have loved you through everything as well. i'm still here."

"not through this! when we all split apart, you wiped away everything we'd ever gone through together. everything our family has fought through. all of it, without so much as a second thought. you weren't thinking about me, or hope, or our siblings. or her. you were only thinking of yourself. and sure, i've been selfish for centuries now, most of the time for the wrong reasons. but i've always fought tirelessly for this family, and i thought you would too."

"klaus, please—"

"was it worth it? compelling away all the memories of our family? i sincerely hope it was, elijah. because you have officially lost me forever. i don't ever want to see you again."

tears pricked at elijah's eyes as he felt every moment he and klaus had shared together flash through his mind. every time they'd laughed together as children. every time they'd fled in the wake of mikael. every smile, every tear. every vow to stick together through hell and back. and he also felt it all slipping away as he looked at his brother.

"i know i could never make this right, but i'm begging you to at least let me try. i owe that to you, and i owe that to hope."

"the only thing you owe me is the peace i will feel once you're gone from my life forever. get out."

a moment of silence passed as elijah gathered his bearings and started to walk away. unfortunately for him, he was met with the face of his beautiful and prodigious niece.

"what the hell do you think you're doing? killing my mother wasn't enough, so you had to come back and try to finish the job with dad?"

elijah had no chance to respond when he began to feel immense pain in his head. he crouched down to his knees, holding his head in pain as hope's magic ran through his veins.

"hope!" klaus called, but hope ignored him. it didn't matter what anyone said or did; nothing would stop her from avenging her mother. elijah's cries could be heard through the compound while hope kept inflicting pain on him with her powers. but hope couldn't bring herself to care. any pain that elijah felt, her mother had felt tenfold. so why show him mercy?

"hope, it's alright. just come with me, sweetheart. it'll be alright," klaus tried, but it was no use.

"i hope you never find a single moment of happiness for the rest of your miserable life. you deserve nothing but pain and suffering for everything that you've done. for what you took from me. i'll never get to see her smile again. i'll never get to feel the warmth of her hugs or cry to her about my first love. she won't be there to watch me get married or help me raise my own children. you robbed me of the beautiful life i could've had with my mother by my side. and you deserve every last feeling of despair. if i ever see you again, i promise i'll shove the last white oak stake into your heart and won't think twice about it."

hope finally let elijah go and stormed off, shoving past her father. elijah desperately tried to catch his breath as he watched his niece walk away, probably for the last time. he picked himself up off the ground, his eyes drifting over to klaus.

"there's nothing here for you, elijah. not anymore," klaus spoke before walking off in search of his daughter.

elijah stood there for what felt like an eternity. he could feel her presence all around him, and he prayed to whatever god there was up above that she could hear him when he finally spoke.

"i love you, and i'm so sorry."

[shade-pup-cub]

I was going to post this tomorrow, but I saw @kikker-oma (hope you don't mind that I tagged you) Day 5: Pin Cushion and I got too excited to not post this. I hadn't seen anyone on Tumblr put "A Link to the Past" and LU together, so yes I couldn't wait! GO LOOK AT THEIR ART! It is always 🤌🤌🤌

This is from Chapter 16: "A Deity's Son"

Content Warning: Slight blood and death

Notes: FD = Dametrius and he has promised Sky in the previous chapter that he would gather all the others as each Link passed, so no hero would die alone.

It had been two more years since Sky’s passing. Each era held their own ceremony in remembrance of him. It hurt, but it was part of life and they honored him by keeping his name alive.

Dametrius did not think he would have to go through another similar situation, but there he was, helping Freya with an apple pie when it happened. He was thankful that he was the one holding the knife and Freya was working the dough. Shadow appeared out of nowhere, startling the two in the kitchen. Dametrius cursed under his breath before saying, “Shadow, how the hell did you get here?”

“Long story, but I remembered the promise you made to Sky all those years ago and-” He choked on his emotions, red eyes brimming with large tears. “-It’s Li-Four. I tried to help him, to save him, but the magic was too strong.”

Shadow sagged, nearly collapsing. “Hey, whoa, sit down first.”

“I’m his shadow. He dies, I die. But he’s split right now and each part of him is in a different room in the temple. He has been corrupted by that place for an unknown amount of year, decades, maybe even centuries.”

Dametrius knelt in front of Shadow as he sat. "How did this happen and where is he?"

"He wanted to return the Four Swords to the temple, hoping that it would turn him back into one mind, one body. It did the opposite and I tried everything to keep the dark magic out of him. There is another hero in the temple and each color of Four is a boss he has to beat. We don't have much time…" Shadow was getting weak, signs of Four dying. "I didn't get a chance to see who it was."

Freya kissed her husband, then Shadow's cheek, shooing them away. They left in a rush.

Dametrius snagged each hero from their era with no issues outside of making them jump eras too quickly. Three of them (Twi, Wind and Hyrule) were sick.

"What exactly are we walking into?" Wars asked, hand on the hilt of his sword that laid on his back.

"You won't need that." Shadow assured. He stumbled and crashed to his knees. "N-no…Link…"

There were running footsteps, making the others duck behind a few pillars to not be seen. Dametrius looked over and caught a glimpse of Legend. He was curled in on himself, white as a sheet. Dametrius kicked himself for not remembering-

The footsteps were now joined by a sniffling sound. A young hero emerged from the Temple of the Four Swords, sword covered in blood. This hero was no older than eleven and it all came crashing down from there once he was out of sight. Everyone nearly stopped breathing, then they all looked at Legend, who was on his hands and knees, ready to vomit.

Legend was the hero that just…

"You bastard!! You knew!!" Shadow went to attack the Vet. "You knew you were the one that killed him this whole time and you didn't say anything! I hate you! I hate you Legend!!"

Before Shadow could get his hands on Legend, Time grabbed a hold of him. "We need to get to Four, everything else can wait." Legend flinched at the words. They weren't meant to be rude or suggest anything, but it didn't change how the hero tensed up.

They hurried through the temple, all doors and gates were wide open, not an enemy in sight. In the last room was the pedestal holding the sword Four always carried. Laying next to it was Four, hardly moving.

Shadow got to him first, placing Four's upper body in his lap. "Four, Link, can you hear me?"

The small hero was holding a stab wound right below his chest. "Shadow? I-I'm sorry. I thought it would work."

"Hey, it's okay. We're okay. Look who's here now."

Four's eyes slowly looked to the heroes. A bloody smile was given. "You all made it."

"Of course we did, we had a promise to keep." Wind grabbed the hand Four stuck out to him, clasping it tightly.

Dametrius watched carefully as Four found Legend in the group. "Legend?" Legend looked up, already having tears slip from his red eyes. "It's okay, this wasn't your fault."

"How can y-you say that Four? I just murdered you, for what, a quest? You should hate me like Shadow does."

"But I don't hate you, I never could. You set me free from my stupid mistake."

"I thought…" Legend started to break. "I thought that somehow our quest would have changed your future, changing my past. I wanted to tell you, so many times I was going to.”

Four reached for the Vet, “Unfortunately that’s not how time works and you telling me would have changed things in a way that may have made things worse for you. Maybe you wouldn't have ever lived past here.” Four with all the strength he had left, yanked Legend down and embraced him. “It’s not your fault, none of this is or was.”

Legend’s shoulders shook with his cries.

A bird chirped, capturing their attention. A Cardinal. “Guy’s look.” Hyrule pointed to the bird as it flew down next to Four and Shadow.

It chirped again, landed on Four’s chest, then nudged his chin. “S-Sky?” The bright red bird opened its wings and gave a flap. “You look good as a bird.” That caused the others to chuckle.

When he started coughing, fluid filling his lungs, Four asked for a request. “Bury me some place warmed by the sun, please. I don’t want to rest here forever.” They all nodded and wiped the tears and snot from their faces. “We will all be together again some day. Until then, go do something stupid and live a little.”

Shadow laughed around a sob. “They are heroes, of course they are going to do something stupid.”

Four intertwined his fingers with Shadow’s. “You r-read-dy?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m ready if you are.” He moved the blond strands out of the other's face.

“I am.”

Shadow laid on his side next to him, Four partly propped up against him, both holding each other close. These two were inseparable, even in death. And death didn’t wait long. Four choked and coughed, blood coating his mouth and falling out of it as his eyes drifted closed. His body, along with Shadow’s, ceased all movement.

Legend was the first to openly grieve, bringing his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth. Hyrule wrapped his arms around him, followed by Wind and Wars.

In the midst of their grieving, laughter bubbled up, but not from the living. Two figures, not fully translucid though not fully formed, stood above the dead. Four, green tunic and cap, was hugging Shadow. They looked to be around fourteen, maybe fifteen. The heroes watched as the Cardinal, Sky, trilled at the two spirits. Without a word spoken the two shrugged, took each other's hands and raced after the bird with laughter still erupting from them.

“Why didn’t we see Sky’s soul?” Wild asked, looking at his father.

“Knowing Sky, he probably went straight to Sun’s side up in the clouds.”

“Love bird.” Twilight rubbed his face dry.

Legend, Wind, Hyrule and Wild cleaned Four and Shadow’s body as best as they could, while Dametrius, Time, Twi and Wars found the place for them to rest. They found a spot on top of a hill, where the sun would always be touching it. The four… the men dug a single grave six feet deep, three feet wide, five feet long. It was more narrow than it probably should have been and longer than needed. The number that matched the hero was avoided as much as they could.

The others emerged from the temple, Wild carrying Shadow as Legend carried Four. Time and Twi dropped back into the hole so the forever loved and missed hero and his best friend could be laid in the ground. They were laid with their arms hooked, heads tilted towards each other and a blanket that Wild had in his slate placed over them. Everyone stood at a different section of dirt and pushed it back in the hole to officially say goodbye to their smallest brother.

Before departing from that era for the last time, Time looked at Dametrius with sorrow filled eyes. He knew, they both knew.

“I’m next.”

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[thedailybullshit]

So I started Ragnarok last night; here are my thoughts:

I love love LOVE how much closer Kratos & Atreus are instantly shown to be. There’s a huge contrast between their distance in the last game & their easy familiarity in this one.

I’m calling it now but the sled dogs (wolves) are gonna be Skol & Hati.

RIGHT into it w/ Freya to let us know this has been happening for years. I thought it would be the most obvious that bc Kratos killed her son, Freya’s gonna try to kill Atreus. I wasn’t sure she would do that tho, but immediately in her 1st attack she punches Atreus in the face, throws him off the sled, & I think she tried to stab him? It was going really fast so I couldn’t tell but it looked like she tried? So now I’m even less sure. Combat btw is fast paced & engaging.

We didn’t need to start w/ the dog (wolf) dying but okay. Love Kratos trying to help Atreus through his grief in his own way, even if it doesn’t come out quite right.

Also fairly certain that Fenrir was buried instead of burned so they can bring him back intact later on, if that is supposed to be the real Fenrir. Either w/ time travel junk like Jorm or Hel’s death magic.

FAYE?!??! O my god?!??! I’m in love?!?!? Her constantly teasing Kratos IMMEDIATELY after we meet her is just shehfjddjdjdzk?!!?! “Grumbles” duuuude “Am I meant to decipher your grunting?” no I’m definitely in love. It’s so clear that Atreus’s nature as Loki is all her (emphasized by her wearing yellow) & I love it. Also love the callback to the first hunt in the last game when Kratos tells Faye “This is your hunt.” Also can I point out that Kratos saw Faye - same height as him at 7 foot something - perform the same godlike feats of strength as him w/ the same ease & instead of thinking, “Hey I don’t think this woman’s mortal,” thought instead, “Damn, Scandinavian women are built differently.” BRO SHE LIFTED A TREE & then spooky shit happens.

OH SO WE’RE IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSING KRATOS DEAD ON THE WALL, OKAY

“Why won’t this bear fucking die?”

“HOLY SHIT IT’S ATREUS NO”

“Oh he can heal, it’s okay. Also HE CAN SHAPESHIFT THE LOKI POWERS ARE COMING IN YES”

“Kratos was seconds away from killing his other child.”

Speaking of which, Atreus has gotta find out at some point in the game that Kratos had a whole other family. Idk if it’ll come from Kratos but there’s a huge possibility that it won’t. Clearly the Aesir know the gist but if they know he killed his family then Atreus could find out this terrible info from a terrible source at a terrible time.

Speaking of the Aesir, I somehow missed Thor’s height. I thought Tyr was tall but holy shit, Thor’s gotta be like 9 feet. Love everything about this version btw; design, voice, characterization are all on point.

Odin was a bit underwhelming, he kinda looked like a Pope, but I think that’s the point. Odin in Norse myths has a habit of going out in disguise to get people off their guard so it makes sense that this Odin wouldn’t be an imposing figure. Few outside the Aesir would get to see that.

Atreus is looking for Tyr & pretty close to finding him too, nice. Not so nice that Odin & Thor know about it.

HOLY SHIT THE SCRIPTED DEATH THAT TOOK YOU TO A MENU & THE RESURRECTION?!?! What a mindfuck. I’m not ready for the rest of this game.

I don’t think Atreus declined Odin’s invitation to Asgard. Not a good thing given Thor saying that Odin’s got plans for him, those plans likely being execution bc Ragnarok doesn’t happen w/out Loki. What else are you hiding Boy?

Atreus taught Kratos how to read runes & I just think that’s sweet.

Kratos & Mimir really are just coparenting huh.

I thought that what turned out to be called a stalker was gonna be a full on character, not just a regular baddie. Little disappointed. She looked cool tho.

God I missed the dwarves. Sindri tryna act like he hasn’t been helping Atreus, then cowering from Kratos when the truth comes out & Atreus having to get between them (fairly certain that Kratos was partially fucking w/ him tho). & Brok saying to Atreus “What’s that doing in my workshop?” & KRATOS NOT GETTING THE JOKE “That is my son.” THE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THESE 5 ARE GOLD & I’M SO GLAD KRATOS ATREUS & MIMIR ARE BEING PUT UP W/ THEM.

We’re less than 2 hours into the game & most of the stuff in the trailers has been shown or referenced already. So as stated above, I’m not ready for the rest of this game.

[ottokallenhonkai3rd]

⚜ 𝒜𝓇ℊ𝓊𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝒜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓈 ⚜

Since I've already seen a lot of arguments against OttoKallen, I thought I'd create a list of hate arguments and counter-arguments.

---------------------------------------------------- 1. Otto doesn´t love Kallen or just as friend/platonic. To qoute an ingame text: The girl he had always loved was sentenced to death. He went by lenght to try to save her, and was rejected when reluctantly turning to his distanced father, which was his last resort. To qoute the "Honkai Chronicvles - Otto Apocalypse" official video: (1) When he heard Kallen was in danger in Yae Village, he immediately had Oath of Judah delivered, but not the response letter that spoke his loving heart. (2) Losing the love of his life paintet Ottos world grey again. (3) The only way to mend it was to revive the love of his life and the holy maid of the people, Kallen Kaslana. 2. Kallen will hate him for his crimes, after he revived her:

This screenshots showing that even after his experiments on dying patients and with the black box, Kallen doesn't hate him. Rather, she wonders how she could have done better. She knows how he is and still believes in him. This was underlined in "Second erruption" too, where she can be seen in the background and believes in Otto's goodness. Apart from the fact that she is not revived, but Otto creates a second timeline in which she lives. Neither Kallen nor Otto from this timeline can know of his crimes. So the statement is redundant. 3. Kallen never wanted to be revived: If you go by the "St. Freya High" webcomic, then yes. There it is portrayed that Kallen has already finished with her life, because Sakura is also dead. However, this statement does not match the in-game content. In that it is stated that Kallen rather wanted to die then to become the Overseer's pawn. When Otto tells her that he will revive her at all costs, she just laughs and says "Thanks my gifted Inventor". So if you go by the game, then no. But in the end she wasn't revived, she lives in a different timeline. 3. Otto moves on from her: I don't know how anyone would think that his feelings for her will ever change. If that were the case, he would never have followed his plan through to the end. Besides, that would have been mentioned somewhere at some point. Even if Kallen KNEW what crimes he had committed, he would still love her. If it were her, he would have fallen out of love when Kallen knew what he was doing with the dying patients. 4. OttoKallen has no content (in contrast to SakuKallen) to prove they´re canon/Kallen had feelings for Otto: In the game, Kallen says to Otto "in another world..." when they talk about a wedding. In "Thus spoke Apocalypse" they are seen cuddling together and holding hands. In Su's bubble universe, the two are married. In Gun Girls Z, they are also married. "Regression" is clearly a song written for the two of them. In "Honkai Kimdom" they are married with Theresa as their Grandchild. In "Thus spoke Apocalypse" you see two pregnant stars that are supposed to represent Otto and Kallen. Of course, this content cannot compete with SakuKallen content. But you should also look at it a little differently. 1. Kallen and Otto didn't have time to develop a romantic relationship. Many anime couples know the problem of switching from a friendship to a relationship. Among others Eren and Mikasa from Attack on Titan. There were also feelings on Kallen's side, otherwise she wouldn't have told him that she would have liked to have married him in another world. 2. Otto isn't a playable character, and he didn't have enough screentime with Kallen to make much footage out of it. Unlike Sakura. 3. Most of this is either excessive fan service or takes place in a stigma world where Kallen isn't even present. So how much of that is actual content? For a love that didn't happen because of Kallen's death, but where it's obvious that both had feelings for each other, the two have enough content.

5. The fact that Kallen married Otto in GGZ is secondary, because it's not set in the main timeline and Kallen had to marry Otto to survive: If Kallen chooses death to avoid ending up a pawn of Schicksal, she certainly won't change her mind in another timeline. As far as I know, the two escaped from Schicksal. And it doesn't matter in which timeline it takes place, because Kallen's feelings don't change just because the timeline isn´t the main one. She said she would like to marry Otto if circumstances were different. And she kept her promise. Also, she looks pretty happy in the picture. 6. Kallen is a lesbian: No. Kallen is bisexual. Otherwise she would not have married Otto in GGZ and had a child with him. Mihoyo has never confirmed that Kallen is purely a lesbian. 7. The official Mihoyo Pop-Quiz in the Chibi spring Chat Lobby (2021) stated, that Kallens true love is Sakura and not Otto:

The last modification date for "St Freya High" and "Escape from Nagazora" was in the half year of 2020. The quiz is from 2021. As it is a New Year's quiz I think it will have taken place in January. So the quiz question relates to the webcomics. In this case, Kallen's true love is Sakura. That's correct. But the video for "Thus spoke Apocalypse" and "Honkai Chronicles - Otto Apocalypse" were only released after 2021. The game content dealing with the wedding with Kallen and the wedding in Gun Girls Z are also not that old. And the webcomics on which the answer to this quiz question is based have been taken off the page except for two chapters. Nothing can be proven with this quiz.

8. Kallen wanted to rather die, then to marry Otto / Kallen rejected Otto: This claim is based on the fact that Kallen rejected Otto's marriage proposal.  Basically they try to mix the statement in St. Freya High that Kallen doesn't want to live anymore because of Sakura's death with the in-game statement *see picture*, so that Kallen would rather die than marry Otto. But that's wrong if you read the in-game teyt properly. Anyone who still doesn't get the point that Kallen basically rejected the Overseer because she doesn't want to be exploited by him and Otto said "If it weren't for your father (the Overseer), I would like to marry you.", you definitely can't read or the brain of a unicellular organism. Here the screenshot. See youself:

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[kittiofdoom]

I was tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton​ to share some wip!

No Far Cry stuff unfortunately is in a state to be shared otherwise it would just be like a few random sentences for a skeleton structure pfttt, but I do have the beginning of a piece that is for a prompt in my inbox that’s going to rip my heart out lmao. So have a glimpse of Kenna during the final assault on Asgard during Ragnarök.

No Pressure Tagging: @baldurrs​ @jinfromyarikawa​ @yuelaos-codex​​ @detectivelokis​ @sstewyhosseini​ @simonxriley​ @strangefable​ anyone that wants a reason to share their projects!!

Kenna knew this place. A vision. A battle. She knew this place like she had lived it before.

And she has.

She just didn't realize it until this exact moment.

The glow of magic lit her skin, tattoos incandescent as she called upon her magic to aid her. Blood and ash was all she could taste in her mouth and that feeling deep inside her chest beat like a second heart.

Death was coming.

Many times in the past Odin had asked Kenna to tell him his fate but her powers didn't work like that. She saw glimpses, fragments of information like sand trickling through her fingertips and yet Odin pushed for more than Kenna could give.

But Kenna had dreamt of this place long before she met Odin.

She didn't understand the signifigance back then. The Vanir were at war with the Aesir of course there would be a battle—of course there would be death. But then the war came to a truce and Freya was married and the fighting stopped. A new era of peace and prosparity for the realms headed by her dearest friend and the All-Father.

She had put this vision aside—at the back of her mind—until it was forgotten. It must've been false, she must've got it wrong. Her powers weren't all-knowing after all. She knew her duty—and her place. She would serve and obey and survive.

And then came Ragnarök.

The glory and the fall.

Smoke and ash were thick like smog, the once beautiful skies of Asgard were a aflame in a purple haze. War greeted her like an old friend. It was brought to her home by a child’s hubris. She'd been a fool to ever hope peace would last. Swords clashed, the ground shook as Hrimthur's Wall came down in a hail of stone.

Kenna killed in Odin's name—even through the schemes, even knowing that innocent people will die—are dying at her hand. She could not turn her back on him now.

Even if she knew in her heart of hearts what would truly happen.

“Get out of my way!” Kenna snarled, shoving a body aside as she ran it though with her blade. She might have known him once, he was a Vanir. But she put that part of herself aside when she chose to stay in Asgard all those years ago.

She had to get to Odin.

“I will not warn you again. Move or I will rend you from this realm.”

Blood sprayed against her face as she weaved around the next soldier in her way. They wouldn't just let her pass. She didn't have time for this. Fingers reached up, smearing the blood in a sigil on her face with her free hand. If they didn’t know who she was before this. They probably knew who she was now.

“Sveiða.”

Kenna didn't even look back when the soldier started howling in pain. She knew he'd be writhing around on the floor in pain clawing at himself. She'd seen it many times in the past and did not need the reminder. The spell would wear off soon enough if he wasn't killed on the ground where he lay. If he lived he'd never forget the feeling of his blood burning in his veins.

They could all burn for all Kenna cared right now.

She had to close the distance. Maybe she could change the chains of fate that bound them all. She had to try.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

DAY 23: ALT 6: immortality

Day 23 of Febuwhump.

@febuwhump

from Familiar faces, set during 3x16 the Originals

The Mikaelsons are normally the greatest danger to themselves and Elijah, despite his many new lives and names, isn’t any different.

(AN- really wish I could get my mind to focus and write these in order.)

—-

As Kol and Davina walk away, he doesn’t worry, after all he has the last thing that could kill his brother in his pocket.

“It’ll be fine.” he promises Freya as she watches them leave with concern.

As he pulls it free to explain he’s amused to note that the three of them that remain are the few who predate him, his older sister, older brother and the girl who Finn has been in love with for as long as he can remember.

He remembers getting bruises from the few times he had gathered courage to tease him.  

He pretends to ignore Lucien because as long as he doesn’t show that night left a mark on him Lucien will mind his tongue, for his own good, but any sign otherwise would be akin to bleeding in front of a shark.

Actually ignoring his brother’s first sired would be easier if he wasn't unconsciously hyper aware of him at all times.

It’s also meant a surety that most of them would agree to destroying the white oak; Freya like him wants their siblings safe, Sage puts Finn above all, the only possible voice of disagreement was Finn, but he shouldn’t feel strongly enough to argue against the two people he loves.

He had Freya, he had Sage what else could Finn want for.

Still their immortality has never felt so false as Elijah holds the bullet of white oak, he had lost Finn and Kol, held Klaus in the aftermath as he realised his Sireline was broken, yet holding it now felt more dangerous than the stake that mother had made with his Gilbert ring.

It’s a relief to toss the thing into the flames.

Finn proves him wrong, proof again he doesn’t know his brother and the sight of Finn’s hand in the flames sends a flare of panic through him.

“Brother!” He can’t stop the shout even after everything as Finn lets out a scream of pain as he burns.

Finn pulls his hand out and Sage is beside him before he falls to his knees, his prize and their death clutched in a fast healing hand

“The little witch has condemned me to this! To remain a beast.” he snaps even as Sage slowly traces a hand over his, to get him to release the bullet.

“Finn!” Freya calls as Elijah finds himself lost for words.

“I can’t live though loosing the pair of you again.” Finn explains looking between Freya and Sage before turning his sight to Elijah. “Elijah... I can't bear an eternity with no hope of escape. Can you?”

Elijah swallowing thickly as the question hit too close to home, his own words to Dam and Zach, words he had repeated to Finn himself before he had truly remembered everything.

“I can’t keep doing this. It needs to stop.”

“I’ll find a way to break her curse, or a cure, you won’t be stuck.” he offered instead of letting himself compare their despair.

It wasn’t like he had given up find a cure for Elena or any of the others, it had just fallen to the side as his powers became as much of a threat to his family as the outsiders who circled them.

And he hadn’t thought of a world where he’d watch Finn age and die, Elena and Elijah Gilbert had come into the world together but Elijah had come before that and even after Finn’s death, Elijah still had Finn as a set stone of his world.

Even in the short time he had returned Elijah had foolishly let himself get used it that idea again, childishly believed in the promise Finn had made to an Elijah who didn't really remember the truth and broke straight away and his very first belief that everything would be normal if they had Freya.

“Finn,” he calls offering a hand “Give it to me.” 

Finn clutches the bullet tighter

He sees Lucian start to move from the corner, Hyper awareness has its uses and he uses his powers to throw him backwards the moment he starts to move inhumanity fast.

Timing works perfectly, Lucain flies into a far wall and lands on the floor hard.

“Alright, I wont get involved in this family drama.” Lucian calls with apparent amusement as he picks himself up.

He waits, his out hand unmoving, Finn sighs against the force of Freya and Sage’s pleading eyes and reluctantly drops the bullet into Elijah’s hand.

Of course his own momentarily panic had been enough to gain It’s attention because as soon as Finn returns the now slightly burned bullet to his hand he’s unable to stop his flinch as he’s hit by sudden loud laughter.

The expression cackling just for him to hear, far too close to free, too open with it’s want for him to lose everything and accept it.

‘A seed’ it whispers, ‘the start of a new forest.’ and Elijah is assaulted with the image of the bullet bursting with branches impaling each of his siblings with deadly accuracy.

He had alway been good with aim.

He dropped the bullet, barely noticing as Sage moved from Finn’s side to catch it before Lucian did.

“Elijah?” Several voices called with concern and confusion but Elijah couldn’t force him to pay them much attention as the voice in his mind was too much louder.

He had grown a new tree with ease from the one he had destroyed in his loss of control, that was years ago he was stronger now, so was it. 

This wouldn't be any different.

It wasn’t just the power from the people he had killed, it was the place he had made his most horrifying mistake, taking 12 x 12 lives in the mud and blood of a swamp of dead that was once forest and field filled with life.

The trenches were a nightmare the books couldn’t touch upon, and Elijah there without any reason to hold back but a want for answers for what he and the nightmares were, hadn’t.

Nature had helped him in its rage and left him with the power he couldn’t control.

He had locked the expression away, separated the sentient new being from the power that made it, and it had grown in his mind, learned from his memories, a black mirror of himself without any connection other than its chains to him.

He had been ignoring it for years, using a small parts of it and pushing it away to focus on other threats.

Now it was strong enough he couldn’t ignore it.

Now it was strong and no long bound as tightly that it could act against him.

Now it was a threat.

one by friend, one by foe, one by family, one by self.

It was as much Elijah, as he was, lives of being reborn together, Elijah attempts to keep them separate, to shut it out, had failed.

He felt the non-existence weight as it draped itself over him, breathing in his ear, dark promises.

How easy it would be to release him from the weight of his attachments, leaving just them to destroy and remake as they wanted.

He’d be free.

Never risking hurt and pain again.

He swallowed bile and tried to breath around the hole in his chest that the shiver of want at those words had caused.

A release-

The promises sounded a lot like turning off humanity that the vampires who came after them could do but without an end.

No. He wasn’t letting himself take after that mother, sorry Isobel. 

He pulled himself from the words back to the room, his siblings were looking at him with confused concern, Sage with understanding.

Of course Sage knew what he had used to bring her back, but with Kol and Davina absent, his older siblings were a little further behind on knowledge of Elijah mistake.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if they were just gone?” it purred.

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