#freya is such a mother right away

[godshivered]

cannot bear how sweet and maternal freya is to atreus like immediately 😭 when he’s like “will we see you again?” and she bends down and says “as much or as little as you like” it’s just?? too sweet too cute???

[tragedy-of-commons]

based on a dialogue prompt from @/freya-remy

"Everywhere you go, there's always a bit of a spectacle," you sigh.

Aventurine is used to ignoring your grievances. After all, you voice them every chance you get - at meetings, in the car, at work, and right now.

He's stood in front of the slot machine, already having garnered a crowd that you're poised in front of, arms crossed. He didn't mean to attract so many eyes, really; he just brings out the excitement in ordinary places. (You rolled your eyes at that one, if he recalls correctly.)

His gloved hand clutches the machine's arm handle, adjusting the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose that have begun to slip. "I never get tired of the attention, I suppose," he laughs. Such is the role he falls into so easily at your side - the coworker that gets you to loosen up, have some fun! You're going to scare all of our clients away with that sour face, you know.

Something on your visage is out of place, he notes. You're not scowling at his antics or giving him that scary, terse smile. You watch with tired eyes as he gives the crowd a show. Aventurine pulls the arm down with ease, sending the symbols spinning behind the reel glass while the onlookers ooooh and aaaah.

You do nothing of the sort, never have. Following his induction into the Ten Stonehearts, you've been the toughest to pester (because Aventurine can only reasonably identify as a well-dressed nuisance). There's no funny business when you're around, only wry sarcasm and a tired gait that's more fitting of a single mother of five children than someone like you.

Someone like you. Unmovable and entirely unbothered. His breath catches in his throat, the sound drowned out by the familiar rattling of him winning the jackpot. Lucky sevens, all in a row.

"Big hit," you grunt in observation as the crowd jeers. The jingling of coins draws Aventurine's misty eyes back to what he's supposed to be doing. "You may enjoy the attention, but there's else something about you... maybe you're just naturally magnetic, pulling me into your orbit."

That's supposed to be a joke (which he is slightly surprised you're capable of making), but something inside him preens - something singing and taunting and boiling; something like an I told you so.

Big hit, huh?

"What can I say?" he claps the nearest spectator on the shoulder, very friendly and not at all strained and tense, generously allowing them to take his winnings.

Aventurine grins. "...I guess I just got just lucky tonight."

[fandoms--fluff]

Hellooooooo sorry to bother you but I have to request one of Hayley Marshall we’re she is pregnant with a second child with Klaus and Hope is so happy to be a big sister and don’t leave her mother said

A Second Miracle

Baby sister reader x Hope Mikaelson (plus Hayley + Klaus)

Warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

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Hayley and Klaus are sat on the couch, Hope on her dad's lap. "Momma's having a baby?" Hope has a smile on her face. Her parents had just told her how she's going to be a big sister.

"Mhm, in four months" Hayley grinned, showing Hope the baby bump that she's been hiding from her and all her aunts and uncles.

Ever since her parents gave her the news of the pregnancy, Hope's been with Hayley.

Hope's cuddling against Hayley's side, her head resting against her chest. "Is it a girl?" She asks, wide curious eyes looking up at the hybrid.

"We don't know yet, but we will soon" Hayley smiles, placing a kiss on the six year old's forehead.

"You better be a girl" Hope bends her head down to Hayley's bump and whispers.

Hayley smiles, shaking her head, being able to hear what she was saying. She wraps an arm around her daughter, cuddling her.

Hope holds her Daddy's hand as they walk out of the bakery. They walked to the bakery that's 5 minutes away from the abboiter, getting a box of beignets.

When they get back home, they walk into the library where Hayley is seated on the dark leather couch. Her right hand resting on her large 9 month bump as her other hand is holding her book up.

Hope immediately let's go of Klaus' hand and runs over to her mommy. She climbs onto the couch and gives Hayley a cuddle. Hayley puts her book down, hugging the six year old back.

"Hey baby girl, what have you two been up to?" She smiles, having noticed that there weren't interruptions from her book by either the excited daughter or overbearing and protective father.

"We thought you might want something sweet. Considering the grumbling you were giving the pantry" Klaus smirks at the he receives from Hayley for the last statement.

He walks over, opening the box to Hayley. She grabs one of the beignets for herself and passes one to Hope. "Thank you. And I'm going to pretend you didn't already have loads of sugar with your father" Hayley sends a pointed look to the two other people in the room.

Hope giggles as she bites into hers, meanwhile Klaus has a faux offended look on his face.

Hayley smirks before biting into her own beignet, moaning at how good actual sugar tastes. Ever since Elijah went shopping for food, all she's seen have had the word healthy on the label or something around those lines.

Hope smiles, used to her mommy and daddy bickering. She leans against the baby bump. She can't wait till she has someone else to endure these times with and to play with. Uncle Kol, Auntie Freya, and her can teach her little sister how to make flowers bloom, and how much fun it is to be a witch.

She doesn't care if everyone keeps telling her there's a chance it can be a boy. She knows it's going to be a girl, she's going to have a little sister!

Hayley sits on her and Klaus' bed, you in her arms.

In good news, there wasn't any horrible birth where she died, and was in immense pain. It went a lot smoother this time around. Even if getting pregnant wasn't planned...again.

Hope crawls onto the bed, a bright smile on her face. She knew she was going to be getting a baby sister.

"Y/n" she whispered, kissing your forehead gently.

"Mhm, that's right. You're officially a big sister, baby girl" Hayley kisses Hope's forehead. She snuggles into her Momma's side, finger curling around your tiny hand. She watches as your small hand wraps around it. Her smiles grows bigger than before.

[gdn019283]

Merlin follows Arthur everywhere, but Arthur follows Merlin everywhere too (what I believe was a possible Camelot’s Golden Age)

Do we talk about this enough? I don’t know (obviously we do), so here I am, because I need to get this out of my system.

But before I get straight to the point, you’ll need to bear with me and listen to my ranting about Freya.

I genuinely don’t know why and maybe I just read the wrong fanfictions, but why does there seem to be a collective thinking about how Merlin wouldn’t have gone with Freya because he couldn’t abandon Arthur?

Are we talking about the same Merlin?

Whatever someone believes Merlin and Freya loved each other platonically or romantically, my man was ready to flee:

Merlin didn’t think about it one second, before he went back home to Ealdor to save his mother and the villagers. “Oh, but it’s his mom”, and Freya was a poor, tortured and outcasted girl, traumatised and oppressed by the same system that oppressed Merlin, who had been finally understood by a girl who was ready to love him and live with him. And my babygirl Merlin was ready to have that, ready to live as himself and run away with someone who cared enough about him to wait for him.

Merlin never thought about the consequences of helping someone, especially in the first seasons. I could argue the point that he didn’t care about Freya (much like he didn’t care about a lot of other people) with season four/season five Merlin, but in the second season, Merlin still had the faith and hope of doing what was right, and even if very dangerous, didn’t care about his actions to the point even Gaius didn’t know what he was up to.

The following up seasons are a contradiction to the first two, because Merlin and Arthur had began to finally change. We see them talk back to both Gaius and Uther, siding with Morgana and her plans, and try to do what was right in the best of their capacity (and it makes even more sense that Merlin couldn’t still do much, since he was starting to understand his powers and their extent only then)

And even in season four, with no one by his side, not even Arthur, and barely Gwaine, Merlin didn’t think about it twice to go save Gaius all by himself, against people he didn’t know, Agravaine and Morgana.

So for those who has stayed, here comes my point:

Arthur has a tendency, if we don’t want to name it an homosexual calling towards his manservant, to follow Merlin almost everywhere:

Even if Merlin and Arthur had already tested their limits, and by this, I mean for how long they could stay more than one inch apart from each other, Arthur followed Merlin to Ealdor. My man had two heads, and for a moment longer than what was considered not gay, he thought more with one than the other, and we all know which one I’m referring too. But jokes aside, Merlin had already drank poison for Arthur, and yet, he loved more people than just him, like his mother, and did what he felt was right;

With Freya, Arthur would have resisted two seconds without Merlin, somehow found out that the idiot had had to protect the fourth magical creature of the week, and after rolling his eyes and debating his heterosexuality for the umpteenth time during the last hours, would have packed his things and followed Merlin, to hell with the kingdom (and if we want to be romantic, what’s a kingdom to Arthur without his best friend, court sorcerer, lover, Merlin? Consequently, Arthur would have even followed Freya, and the three would have been followed by Gwen and Morgana, and together start the revolution we deserved to see).

And if it hadn’t been for Agravaine, with his horrid, yet somehow successful manipulation, (I blame this on Arthur’s stupidity and his lack of affection), Arthur would have believed Merlin’s thoughts about Gaius and followed him there, too.

And I’m not even talking about the times where Arthur blindly followed Merlin on quests because of his ‘funny feelings’, didn’t think about it twice to bring Gwaine with them on a quest that was supposed to be a secret, followed Merlin around the castle, because he needed him either for practise or to clean his things, or to polish the bloody armour (it should have been the other way around, Merlin following Arthur around because the chores were literally his job, but fine) and whenever Merlin mysteriously disappeared, Arthur questioned the entire castle about him, following not Merlin, but those who could have seen him. If we were given the show we deserved, now we would have scenes of Arthur walking all the way down the lower town in nothing but breeches, a tunic and bare feet to haul Merlin by the back of his collar and bring him back to the castle, with a grumpy face on, because: “How could you abandon me, Merlin?” (he had been gone away for one hour).

We often talk about how much Merlin goes around Arthur, because he is literally his destiny, but if we are talking about two sides of the same coin, two halfs that cannot hate the other, very heterosexual endearing names they have given each other over the duration of ten years…

Then,

Merlin is Arthur’s destiny.

It’s balanced, even with their relationship:

One is a servant, the other is a prince/king;

One is oppressed, the other oppresses him;

One is rich, the other is poor;

One is awful at fighting (with anything other than his magic), the other is one of the best warriors in all Five Kingdoms;

One is literally magic, the other doesn’t have it, but was born of it;

In the first part of the series, one has a father, the other has a mother;

One is good at and likes hunting, the other isn’t good at and dislikes hunting;

One is an idiot, the other is… Alright, this is fair, at least.

One is gay, the other isn’t.

The differences are there, but Merlin and Arthur have one goal in common:

Bring peace to Camelot, and unite all of Albion.

Aside the obvious fact, which is that they both didn’t achieve the goal, and when trying to do just that, they were both shite at it, the Golden Age they had to bring was literally each other.

Merlin and Arthur are balanced by character and personality, behaviour and station, but there was only one thing they really cared about:

each other.

Merlin had to bring out Arthur’s love and respect for those unlike him, show him that magic was not the fault of people’s crimes, but their actions, help him distance himself from Uther and everything that is Uther, and build a new reign of prosperity and equality, and therefore peace.

Meanwhile, Arthur had to help, by being a king, bring out Merlin’s voice, powers, true self, and by listening to him, following him, and liberating all who were like him and make actual peace.

Okay, both didn’t do shit, but we can say they tried (?)

All of this to say that Arthur and Merlin did things the same, but differently. The story described them as two sides of the same coin, and did show exactly that (even if, at times, poorly).

If they had the chance to truly loved each other, in the right way, the Golden Age would have arrived for everyone.

And the Golden Age was meant to first make Merlin and Arthur see who they really were, show their true feelings, and finally fuck each other’s brains out, and then to bring prosperity to the kingdom of Camelot, and therefore all of Albion.

We can say:

Merlin’s Golden Age was Arthur, and Arthur’s Golden Age was Merlin.

And this implies that Albion’s greatest need is Merlin, and Arthur will rise again when Merlin will need him the most.

[leclerc-s]

let the games begin

series masterlist

BAHRAIN '24

maejonesverstappen, oscarpiastri, bailey winters, nataliaruiz, and rhysjones posted new stories

goodbye australia, hello bahrain ✈️✈️✈️ "no, amor, i'll be ready in like 10 minutes" and why did she steal my neighbor’s dog again? someone's excited to see papa after a long day apart. who stuck me on a plane with thing one and thing 2? netflix do you really think these two ever hated each other?

isabella perez i need about 15 red bulls to make it through the week

bailey winters i bet that mclaren offer is looking good right about now.

isabella perez at least the coffee's amazing and i don't have to beg one of the drivers to do a video for media.

max jones-verstappen you said that was one of my good qualities? isabella perez i lied! max jones-verstappen i literally hate you so much.

george russell good luck with lewis next year!

lewis hamilton i'm not that bad.

carlos sainz you literally don't do secret santa and are hardly in grill the grid.

lando norris correction he doesn't do the f1 one secret santa! oscar piastri and clearly someone still hasn't learned what the difference between white elephant and secret santa is. lando norris IT'S THE SAME FUCKING THING!! logan sargeant NO IT ISN'T!! WE ARE NOT FUCKING DOING THIS AGAIN NORRIS!!

rhys jones GET ME OFF THIS PLANE!!

max jones-verstappen i told you that you should've gone with me but you said, "it's lando and daniel. what's the worst that could happen?"

rhys jones HOW COULD I BE SO WRONG??

charles leclerc amature.

penelope trevino quick lesson rhys, never ever get on a plane with daniel and lando or daniel and max or lando and carlos.

rowan todd and never ask charles and daniel what happened in vegas back in 2019, because they don't remember

mae jones-verstappen popular vote went to a threesome with nat

fernando alonso what the fuck is wrong with you people

lance stroll it's best not to ask anymore.

daniel jones-ricciardo I WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP? WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE INVOLVED IN A THREESOME??

pierre gasly when we voted we forgot about that part. natalia ruiz someone almost got arrested, and it wasn't me. charles leclerc i genuinely don't remember rhys jones there's your answer for who almost got arrested.

daniel jones-ricciardo i think it was me.

JEDDAH '24

isabellaperez and dulceperez posted new stories

look at my son!!

can't believe we're letting babies into f1 cars now.

isabella perez my son!! my pride and joy!!

alex albon i didn't hallucinate that shit right?? i got out qualified by a baby?? pierre gasly my car's a fucking shitbox but i think it still would've been the same.

isabella perez LOGAN PLAY DEAR THEODOSIA!!

logan sargeant you do know he's not your actual son right? isabella perez shut the fuck up?! he’s my son! my pride and joy!

max jones-verstappen p11? with one hour of practice?

sebastian vettel 1 HOUR?!

mick schumacher much better than i did my first race.

lando norris well your car was a shit box

carlos sainz he got p11 with an hour in car??

lewis hamilton and he was 0.036 away from knocking me out.

isabella perez charles back off from my grid son.

charles leclerc he's the one who said he wanted to race with me as his teammate one day.

oscar piastri i was betrayed?? by my own son??

ollie bearman oh so now i'm your son? last year i wasn't. isabella perez the prodigal son lives!! oscar piastri last year is last year. i'm a new person this year.

rhys jones WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO DRIVE AN F1 CAR??

daphne jones-ricciardo never mae jones-verstappen never max jones-verstappen the closest you'll ever get to being inside an f1 car is for a picture. daniel jones-ricciardo we can go karting? rhys jones i'll settle for karting.

freya vettel i just don't think it's fair that rhys gets two sets of grid parents when he doesn't even race.

esteban ocon neither do you?

lando norris ollie has two sets too!

ollie bearman i do?? carlos sainz if natalia has gone full mother hen on you, then you have just become nat and charles child. zoya torres A BROTHER FINALLY! freya vettel another one?

natalia ruiz i did not go full mother hen on him.

isabella perez you asked if he had lunch, then proceeded to get him food when he said no. natalia ruiz oh my god.

oscar piastri wow, stealing my child leclerc?

charles leclerc you're the one who said he wasn't your son.

isabellaperez posted a new story

my son is ready for his f1 debut.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! this was supposed to come out after jeddah but i lost any inspiration i had for this so here it is. the week of the the australian gp, sorry about that.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[roseapov]

Protect

Izek & Ellen x GN!Reader

Tw: obsession, yandere, possessiveness, implied blackmailing, implied killing

Povtober 2023, Day 15 [Masterlist]

They always acted weird towards you.

As a younger sister of Freya Van Furiana, you had to tag along with her, during her many visits to the Omerta Duchy. As your parents wanted her to seduce the future Duke.

As she was a close friend of Ellenia Van Omerta, you tagging along with her, made you two acquainted. The same goes for the future Duke, Izek Van Omerta, the one your sister had to seduce.

Your mother was always very insistent on sending you along with your sister to their household. Yours not so keen eyes never saw the way she tended to tremble, when you didn't want to go there, throwing a fit.

Perhaps sensing something wrong?

These two kids immediately took an interest in you, being very friendly and kind.

You felt overwhelmed with their affections and attention, as they were anything but that to everyone else. You tried to avoid them to the best of your abilities.

What you never knew was the fact that when you were avoiding them, they were lashing out of your older sister. What did you told her?! What made her avoid us? Answer us Freya!

Basically your every discomfort is Freya's fault in their eyes, that quickly became her biggest fear. She spends the most time with you, it doesn't matter that she is your sister, she's taking you away from them.

And they can't have that.

They both are aware of the cruel nature of the world, yet you are so pure and untainted by it. They want to- no.

They need to protect you from the sorrows and pain, that will await you, if they leave you alone. If someone were to taint you-

Especially fond of this mindset is Izek. He is your knight after all, sworn to protect you till his dying breath.

Ellen tries her best to distract you from the rude nobles kids, having grand tea parties with her in the garden and with Freya.

The feeling of unsettling around them never disappeared.

Even when you all got older and yet, you decided that it was only a part of your imagination. Children really does have a huge imagination, don't they?

Your whole life they were nothing but kind to you, they would never hurt you.

All the moments when you were throwing fits about coming to them leaving you extremely embarrassed, they loved it, wanting to make up for them, for all this time spent together.

It is good to be unaware, right? It's in your best interest to make it last that way. They will protect you from the world, whatever it takes.

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

Next chapter of my god of war fanfic

you can read down below or go on ao3. M rated for nudity.

The air is hot–ygrós–but Kratos only feels coldness. He walks away with blurred vision, both axe and body lustrated in blood from battle. The dragon is slain. The person who remains is… safe. And yet Kratos cannot shake this feeling of being cold. The coward reveals himself when he is told the danger is no more, grumbling something about lost profits. Will he ever mourn? Kratos hums, rage devouring him—he takes a breath and moves on to the nearest gateway. He finds Lúnda near it, hammering away at some new tool at her workshop.

“Well hiya, handsome,” she greets, looking up. She takes notice of his disheveled form: blood drips from his axe onto her wooden table. Sindri might have gagged and Brok would either laugh or throw a terrible fit, depending on his mood that day. Lúnda simply smiles. “Looks like you got into some trouble there.”

He sets the axe down for her to mend. “There was a dragon,” he says. “It is no more.”

“Was wonderin’ what all that racket was,” she says. “Well, we can all sleep a little better tonight knowin’ there’s one less dragon about. Thanks to you, Mr. God of War.”

He says nothing, simply grunts. Blood rolls from his arm onto his clenched fist, and then drops to the dirt below him.

She takes the axe and begins wiping away the blood. “I’ll fix her right up for ya. Don’t ya worry.”

Lúnda begins the process of sharpening his weapon—and his chest tightens. He sees only their burnt bodies when he blinks. Where is Atreus? Is he eating? Is he well?

“You okay, Kratos?” she questions after a moment.

“Yes,” he tells her.

“Ya sure? You seem… I dunno, maybe a little more rattled than yer usual upbeat self.”

“I am… cold.”

She senses his hesitancy. “Yep. Dragon’s blood can do that to ya.” Instead of pushing him, she returns the axe; he places it in its holder behind him. And her eyebrows lift suggestively. “Nothin’ a nice hot bath can’t fix—say hi to Freya for me, would ya?”

He nods, then sets the hacksilver he owes down onto the table and moves to the gateway. But he stops as the door appears... He hears them scream, even still.

“Something else ya need?”

The door collapses and he returns to her. “Have you…” He stops. Eight years since last they spoke, and even longer since he left to find the Giants. Jötunheimr remains empty with no hope in sight of it being otherwise. His stomach twists. The screams, they roar. “Atreus. Has he visited you during his travels?”

“You’ll be the first to know when he does, Kratos,” she assures. “Same with Sindri—wonder where he ran off to?”

“Thank you, Lúnda.”

He opens the gateway, then moves past the blinding white light awaiting the portal to open again. Blood consumes him. His heart pounds. He takes a breath, and the door opens; the bright light leads him back into the humid night. He shivers.

Home is quiet, empty and dark. He hangs up his weapons before searching for cloth to wipe away the blood. One dangles from Freya’s cabinet. Kratos uses it to wipe his hands. His eyes close—the fire burns and they scream. It is too late. He can do nothing.

Creaky floors awaken him. He turns, shaking. Hnoss stands alone in candlelight. She moves barefoot across the wooden floor in only her night clothes, her golden hair wrapped tightly in a braid to tame it during sleep. She lifts the candle to see him clearly. “Father?”

“Did I wake you?” he questions softly.

Hnoss shakes her head, placing the candle down. She then begins searching through her mother’s cabinet. Finally, she finds what she needs: ingredients Freya uses when there is sickness in the household.

“You are ill?” The back of his hand moves instinctively to check her forehead, but stops at the sight of his own blood. He pulls away.

“My… stomach hurts.” Hnoss looks almost embarrassed as she mixes the herbs into a glass jar for herself. “But it’s just… lady stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

He nods, understanding. It is the way of life. Hnoss and Gersemi are women now, Freya reminds him whenever she feels he treats them otherwise.

“What about you? What happened?” She gestures to the blood still consuming him.

He hesitates. “A dragon.”

“You’ve not… healed yourself yet?” she wonders, sipping her mixture.

He does not answer. “Where is your mother?”

Kratos looks around the empty room, seeing only remnants of Freya: their unmade bed hidden off in the corner, shielded from the rest of the area with a dark curtain; dirty plates on the table from dinner; her sword leaning against the wall beside Býleistr’s bow.

“I don’t know.”

“And Mimir?”

“He went to Valhalla,” she says, “along with Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But… Mother didn’t go with them.”

He hums, wiping his hands thoroughly to clean the blood. Hnoss’ eyes linger on him as he works. She wants to touch him, to heal his wounds, but he prevents her. “You do not need to mend me, thisavre mu,” Kratos assures, his now clean hand squeezing her own to emphasize the fact. And finally, he hears a soft distant humming—Freya. Her shadow dances on the wall from the candle light radiating outside the open window. Kratos sets aside the cloth and gently guides his daughter toward the wooden ladder leading up to the room she shares with her siblings. “Bed,” he orders. “It is late.”

She kisses his cheek, despite the speckles of blood. “Goodnight, Father.”

Outside is a large wooden barrel tub where Freya, for the moment, occupies. The steamy water remains mostly stagnant besides the disturbance of a slight breeze, providing comfort to an otherwise hot night.

Her eyes remain closed, but she senses him as he approaches: “If you’ve come for the bath, I fear you’ll have to wait your turn. The children have been bickering nonstop. I haven’t had a moment to myself all day.” He does not respond, so she opens her eyes. “Kratos?” The water becomes rapid as she sits up at the sight of him. “What happened?”

He trembles. “I have grown cold.”

And she stands, her naked form unapologetically greeting the hot air to be at his side, guiding him down onto a nearby stump. “Kratos,” she repeats, “what happened? Why can’t you heal?”

He takes a moment to find his thoughts. “The sound in the forest was not a troll like Mimir had suspected. It was… a dragon.”

“A dragon? I thought we killed them all after Ragnarök.”

“This one was not native to these lands. It belonged to a blacksmith, who used it for parts. For his weaponry. He cut its horns, removed its claws, plucked its scales… It was caged, tortured, all for the sake of profit. And his children”—he pauses, rage filling him—“treated the creature as if it were their pet.”

Freya leans down, breasts dangling, completely uncaring of her own vulnerable state to care for him. “How horrible.”

He shivers in disgust. “The creature broke out of its cage. And the children…” He takes a breath. “I could not get to them in time.”

She holds him tighter. He clutches her arm. Tears fall. He is not the God he once was, but his past will always come back to haunt him.

“Oh, Kratos… what a terrible thing to witness.”

He responds with a hum. They scream, they burn and he can do nothing. And Atreus’ whereabouts remain unknown. What if… No, he will not let in such thoughts.

“I’ll send word to Sif in the morning,” Freya says. “We will have a trial. Justice will be served.” She steps away, perhaps suddenly realizing how exposed she is, and dons her dressing gown.

He stands. “The cycle continues. It will always continue. A trial will make no difference.”

Her brows raise in disbelief. “It will,” she insists. “You of all people should know—”

“HE DID NOT MOURN!” he tells her, pacing around her. She shushes him. The children are asleep just above them. He continues quieter, “Freya, they were his children. And he did not mourn.”

“What do you want us to do then? Let him go because he doesn’t feel bad about killing his children?”

He looks away, stubbornly. “No—”

“He’s a lost cause. He’s better off dead, is that it?”

“I do not think that.” A younger version of himself might have… No, his younger self would have certainly killed him. There is no question. But he is no longer that God.

“You are letting your emotions take control here, Kratos.”

His fists clench, then release and repeat. She wraps her arms around him in an effort to comfort him and kisses his lower shoulder, despite the blood. Kratos hums at her delicate touch. “And what if his sentencing does nothing?” What if he never mourns?

“We can give consequence,” Freya reminds. “But only he can decide the outcome.”

Her fingers intertwine with the bands around his chest. She releases them from their clasps and his upper armor falls to the ground with a hard clunk. He blinks. “What are you doing?”

“You reek of sweat and blood. What do you think?” He does not understand, but allows her to strip him down. And he transforms into the vulnerable one now, completely naked for all of Vanaheim to see. “You need a bath, Kratos,” Freya tells him when she is still met with confusion. “The water can also assist in healing you.”

She urges him into the tub; he moves back to the stump instead, the screams of his children never leaving his mind. It has been twenty long years since the start of his son’s journey, and he has barely been in contact. “Why has Atreus not returned? Do you think”—he grieves Calliope, but knows not Atreus’ fate—“something has happened?”

“No,” she says firmly, understanding the implication. A fly begins circling him, buzzing radically to get his attention. He blinks in annoyance, but keeps his focus on Freya. “I don’t know where he is but I know he’s not dead somewhere. You taught him better than that.” She crouches so they are eye level, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. “The Giants have given him a near impossible task. It was never going to be easy. He will return when the time is right. Alive.” She swats the fly away as it settles on his ear. “Now please get in the tub. You are attracting flies.”

Kratos nearly chuckles as he stands. He removes her dressing gown, then guides her back to the bath. “This is your one moment of peace today. I do not wish to take it from you. I will wash in the river.”

She dips her foot in, then her entire leg before stopping. He keeps her balanced with a firm hand. “You know the tub can fit both of us, right?”

“The blood will taint the water.”

She leans in for a kiss before climbing fully in, her hand never letting go of his own. “We can wash in the river after.”

[crazyk-imagine]

Finding their Mate

A/N: This feels like I wrote an entire series, but it was simple headcanons, which I've found to be oddly fun to do from time to time

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Freya

After everything that happened with her aunt Dahlia and her giving up everything for her family to live their best lives (without her). Can you imagine how surprised she is to find out that you two are mates; the girl is baffled beyond baffled. She doesn't pursue you when she learns the truth. If you two are friends and she has feelings for you, she'll begin to pull away a bit which leads to you confronting her and asking why she's acting the way she is because it feels like things are weird and you don't want to deal with weird. You have a hard time making friends or finding people who can tolerate you. One awkward conversation later, you two share a kiss and are on a date. I mean, if you consider you watching her practice a spell while she tries not to blush too much as a date, there you have it

Finn

Before his mother forced this life of eternal damnation onto him even if it was due to losing his youngest brother. There is one thing he never anticipated finding... you, his mate. If anyone had told him mates were real and he would meet his soon, he'd probably think you were insane. And that's saying a lot since his life has been revolving around the supernatural since he was a child. Meeting you certainly helped him through this new life, but it didn't do much when he finds himself daggered at the hands of his brother. Knowing you were out there on your own dealing with him family drove him crazy, but he didn't know you asked to be turned to live with him (imagine his surprise when he awoke nine hundred years later and found you). After talking with you, he can't imagine living without you and thanks his lucky stars for you

Elijah

When his memories came back of how he harmed Tatia, he was less enthusiastic about pursuing another female. But Davina made a friend in you (because you helped her bring Kol back) and that was the end of it. It didn't trigger that you two had met years ago until he saw the three of you enjoying breakfast together. His memories came flooding back to him and he realized that you weren't in your original body yet, hence where his younger brother got the idea to do so, trying to find the doppelgänger. You two slowly began bonding and then came the hardest time in your relationship, he lost his memories, his mind would never let him forget your face. He never knew until he and Klaus were at their end, but his brother admitted your death to him and explained that's why he has an ache in his heart. A werewolf had gotten you while you were protecting Hope. He never got to admit how sorry he was for hurting you, not until he saw you standing there, waiting for him with Hayley by your side

Klaus

He didn't believe it for a second, thought it was a hoax; thought it was something the witches cooked up to blackmail him. But the more he saw you, the more his heart raced and the more his need for you grew stronger. Not to mention the fact that his wolf didn't help, the voice calling and wanting him to take you for his own so they can claim you as theirs. He knew he was dangerous and that's why he did all he could to stay away from you in the beginning when he ever so slowly begins to accept that your fates are tied to one another. There was no way he'd let you be put in danger due to his issues or because you're associated with his family. After you manage to protect Hope and yourself while defending him and his name, he thinks maybe his family wasn't lying when they said you two were fated mates, destined to be together (perfect for one another eve). He was more than hesitant to try and form a relationship with you. You had to be the one to take the step and make things right and stop the aches n both your hearts

Kol

He initially planned on using you as leverage since he knows his brother cares about you (whether it was platonic or not). But then, there was this little spark you had and not just because you managed to shock him with your powers, to escape from him and his mother. After that he knew he had to know you, someone who is genuine friends with his half-brother and can take care of themself in they ever needed to. That one hell of a keeper and there was no way he could let you go. So, yeah, he's going to try and become your friend (only after you reject him when he asks you to go out on a date). Then when Davina tried to help him return to his body, she came to you and knew you'd be able to help more than anyone because working alone isn't enough. No one, supernatural or not, cannot deny the bond between mates. You two confessed to one another once he came back from the supernatural purgatory, in his original body, and that was that

Rebekah

After watching her brother kill almost all her lovers and ruining any chance she had at a love life, she found it hard to believe that she was offered a chance at having someone fated to be hers. Someone her brother couldn't kill without causing her severe harm. She loves too hard and fast, she knows that, but she can't help it. Now that mates are thrown into the mix, she is a little hesitant at starting something with you, but she also knows how you are (being allies with her family helped her learn more about you). Then when her siblings find their mates and watches how happy they are, she can't help but basically run into your arms and confess that she feels the bond too and wants to start a relationship with you (and if you hate Elena, that's such a bonus for her)

Hope

When she lost her parents and her Uncle Elijah, she never imagined anything good would come into her life. Always believing herself to be cursed and imagining loads of misery would continue to come her way even as she genuinely tries to let good things into her life. Then you came into play, and she was floored. First off, you're the most good-looking person she's ever seen, Landon does not compare whatsoever. But it also is more of a reason for her hesitation when it comes to interacting with you or her just trying to get to know you. You knew right away who she was to you, another reason why you wanted to talk to her, figure out how you would fit into her life. You started to pursue her, not ready to give up even as she continuously turns you down, waiting until she'll accept you. After some time, she decided to try and have her own epic love like her parents and uncle Elijah did. She doesn't regret it

Hayley

After learning the truth about her family, she didn't expect to hear that mates were a thing. Then as soon as she stepped foot in New Orleans, imagine her surprise when she met not one but two wolves who continuously looked out for her. She manages to bond with one of the two wolves right away, slightly alarmed at how easy it was to spot you in your wolf while she is out in town. Then came a full moon where she met Jackson, who may or may not, have known who the wolf was and told her, about you and your back story or the bond you two share. Unfortunately for her, you were cursed differently. Only when you find your mate on a full moon and they accept you, will you be able to turn into your human form again. She searched three moons before finding you and she thanked her bloodline for giving her someone so, well, you. You're more than she could have ever known

Davina

With everything she went through before and after learning about everything witch wise, finding a lover much less a mate was the furthest thing on her mind. After she came back from the other side and was dealing with the ancestors' punishment, you entering her life was more a blessing. Which is something she and Marcel can easily agree on. Then you put in the effort to learn about her, just as she starts to find herself, accepting everything she's done and what the other witches keep doing to her; you stay by her side is what's kept her together. She would never admit it out loud to you but ever since you had entered her life, it was more of a blessing than anyone even realized. She continues to thank her lucky stars every day once the two of you are together. You are more than she could have ever imagined, and she'll do whatever she can to protect you because there's a lot that goes on in town

Marcel

After Klaus pulled his siblings out of town after the fire and the Mikaelson's thinking he was dead, losing Rebekah... he never thought he'd get the happy ending he wanted. But then, he was out at his favorite bar, trying to charm the pants off Camille (yet again) and you waltzed in, changing his life for the better. He never knew why his heart was so full and pounding so hard until Elijah told him. Finding out that mates were a thing? He was... safe to say pleased because like the man who treated him like a son always said, a king must have a queen (or king, in some cases). And you, my dear, are his royal highness lover from now until death and that could take a while. He will always do whatever he can to give you whatever you want to keep you happy and satisfied. He wants you to feel like you can rely on him for anything and everything, which kind of makes him look like a sugar daddy with all the new things he buys you

[rere-the-writer]

Title: Mother, dear

Pairing: Mikael M. x Heretic!Black!Reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Heretic!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Protective!Mikael, Soft!Mikael

Summary: Elena and Co. learn that the Mikaelson's parents are very protective

A/N: I had an idea and ran with it.

Elena let out a scream when a knife flew pass her head and into a werewolf while both Elijah and Klaus looked unfazed. Damon was shocked seeing the wolf drop, it was suppose to be a meeting between Elena and the Originals about letting the human live a normal life. That was until a group of wolves attacked them. Both Elijah and Klaus were vervain and wolfbane while Damon was tied down with vervain ropes and the wolves trying to take Elena to have leverage against Klaus.

"I suggest you let my boys go." Your voice reached their ears, both Elena and Damon was surprised to see you standing in the doorway. You were a 900+ year old vampire and both Elijah's and Klaus's overly protective stepmother.

"Your boys?" The leader wolf questioned looking you over. You looked non-threatening but the two Originals knew better as Mikael wouldn't had married you for no reason.

You were just a Queen's handmaiden back in 1190 when you met the Mikaelsons. You were a woman that had no time for nonsense and Mikael was an over protective father who kinda fell in love again. Mikael had grew overly protective after Freya's death and even more after Henrik's which annoyed Esther seeing Mikael hover over their children.

"Yes. The two Originals." You said as Elena was surprised while Elijah and Klaus groaned if you were in Mystic Falls so was Mikael.

"Look I can care less about a baby vampire and doppelganger. So hand..." You were cut off by a werewolf wrapping a hand around your thoat. Which didn't last long as the wolf fell over dead.

"Do not touch my wife and let my sons go." Mikael growled hand covered in blood. You sighed as much as you loved your husband, you wish he would ease up on your children. You walked over to Elijah and Klaus freeing the two and Elena watched how soft you treated the two.

"Mother....there was no need to bring father." Elijah groaned just laying his head in your lap too tired to fight the vervain in his system.

"Sorry darling but he followed. You know how your father is." You say softly running your fingers though Elijah's hair relaxing the vampire. Klaus also leaned against you feeling just as tired.

Mikael had done everything for his children. Making sure they feed, making sure Esther doesn't find them, always taking on whatever pain they could face. You knew how much of a brute Mikael was before his first born but now.

'The world seemed to stop whenever I first held each of them. I knew I would do anything for them.' Was what Mikael told you when you first asked about his past. Mikael dropped the body and was by you three right away worry settling over his face as he began to look over Klaus since he seemed worst.

"Niklaus? Are you alright? What do you need?"

"For...you to...not baby me." Klaus growled weakly pushing Mikael away. It was always Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah that got of Mikael's over protectiveness. Mikael was unimpressed by Klaus as he lifted the hybrid laying him on the couch.

"I'm sorry....but who are these people?!" Damon asked seeing Elijah being practically being cuddled by you while Mikael rubbed Klaus's back still worried about the hybrid.

"This is our mother Y/N and father Mikael. They have followed me to Mystic Falls no doubt." Elijah said weakly wrapping his arms around your waist groaning in pain. Elena frowned confused as Damon was surprised.

"I thought the Original witch was your mother?"

"Birth mother but no mother of ours due to the whole trying to murder us thing." Klaus huffed feeling a little better and Mikael went to get your sons some blood. Damon couldn't believe what he was seeing both Originals being babied by you. It was odd to Damon since it was clear you were a younger vampire than the Originals, yet here they were treating you like their mother.

"Mother, why have you came?" Elijah asked looking up at you feeling you run your fingers though his hair.

"Your father wanted to help Niklaus and to bring the family together." You said softly looking worried as Elijah closed his eyes. Mikael returned with blood bags and handed you one to feed Elijah. Both Damon and Elena watched surprised and unsure on what to do.

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Mikael was angry for one Esther was alive and two the witch treated you like you were nothing but some maid. Of course the siblings watched their father grow more angry with Esther after passing comment the witch made about you. Esther glared at you seeing you sitting with Finn just talking. Since being undaggered Finn hanged around you just like Elijah, both were mama boys.

"I have a announcement." Esther said making herself known to her family ignoring how Mikael glared at her. Everyone looked at the witch unaware of her plan.

"I have decided that we should have a ball. As a family we should show that we mean no harm."

"That means I can take mother shopping!" Rebekah squealed happily standing up and Esther smiled.

"I would love that Rebekah."

"I said mother not you Esther." Rebekah said taking your hand dragging you out of the room with Finn following after. Esther left in a huff angry as in the witch's eyes you stole her family.

--

"Stop messing with your tie love." You say softly fixing your husband's tie looking up at the Viking. Mikael huffed kissing your forehead letting you fix his tie.

"I worry Esther is hiding something." Mikael says moving a hand along your curves. The dress you wore was a deep red and backless, it had a beaded bust and flowy skirt prefect for dancing.

"No worries my love. If she is we will protect the children." You say looping your arm though Mikael's walking out to the ball. You looked out seeing your children with their dates while Esther looked down at everyone.

"Ma, I want you to meet Bonnie. Bonnie my mother Y/N and father Mikael." Kol says smiling as Bonnie shook your hand. You saw how happy Kol looked with the young witch.

"I hope my darling son has been a gentleman."

"Oh...he has ma'am." Bonnie says following your eye sight up to Esther then looked at you seeing you wink at her. Bonnie caught on to your signs to keep an eye out for Esther and it didn't help that the Original witch met with Elena.

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Murder, Esther wanted to kill her family and was going to do it by linking them together. You couldn't stop it due to the stronger witch taking you out first. Finn pressed a cool clothe to your forehead worry written all over his face.

"How is mother?" Elijah asked walking into the bedroom suit jacket gone along with his tie. You layed in your bed in the thinnest nightgown you owned under just a sheet.

"Weak....she can't keep down blood. How's father?" Finn said sounding tired since he was the one up with you the most other than Elijah.

"Niklaus and Kol had been trying to stop him from rampaging though the town. Rebekah is getting answers from Elena."

"Babies....my sweet boys...if I..." You rasped out making them jump and Finn wiped the sweat from your face.

"Shhhh mother. You will be fine, save your strength. Bonnie will fix this." Elijah says softly brushing your hair from your face. You smiled weakly watching your boys clean up around your room.

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"I broke the link but as for curing Y/N ...it'll take longer." Bonnie tells Klaus frowning before diving into her grimoire. Klaus looked at Kol worried that Bonnie was over working herself and looked into getting another witch. While Mikael was with Elijah and Finn taking care of Esther.

"How are you feeling mama?" Rebekah asked opening a window to air out the room. You smiled weakly at Rebekah feeling her lay next to you holding your hand.

"A bit better my sweet girl." You whispered breathing slowly making Rebekah frown. You felt your daughter press closer and you knew she was worried.

"I'll be okay, love." You say softly running your fingers though Rebekah's hair relaxing and she began to fall asleep.

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You woke startled feeling Finn at your back and noticed your other children also in the bed. You felt better and smiled feeling Elijah mumbled in his sleep pressing his face into your abdomen. Klaus was behind Rebekah who was still pressed against your side while Kol was piled onto Elijah.

"They wanted to stay with you." Mikael says leaning over kissing your forehead making you smile.

"Understandable. Where is Esther?" You asked reaching for Mikael's hand feeling happy lacing your fingers with his.

"Dead and hopefully she stays dead." Mikael says rubbing your hand and you both just relaxed watching the siblings sleep. You both just wanted to enjoy the quiet before they woke up.

"Should we tell them?" You asked feeling the siblings press closer squeezing you. Mikael chuckled kissing your hand before looking at your abdomen.

"Later, let's enjoy our moment together."

[tears-of-amber]

FREYA (a deity deep dive & some UPG)

⚔️Who Is Freya?⚔️

Freya is a Norse goddess of war, love, beauty, sex, pleasure, magic, and so much more! Its very hard to summarize the extent of her powers, and what knowledge remains of her through artifacts and myths suggests she was once as complex a deity as Odin (bearing many alternate names and ruling over so many aspects of life). I took inspiration from @coinandcandle for the layout of this post. Hopefully that isn't a problem! If I get any information wrong or site sources that someone else discovers to be unreliable, I am open to feedback! Note: some of this is UPG, and I'm very clear when I'm stating UPG. If there's any confusion, feel free to message me!

⚔️Parents & Siblings⚔️

-Njördr (Freya's father, a Vanir god)

-Njördr's Unnamed Sister (Freya's mother, who some scholars speculate is Nerthus, yet it remains a mystery)

-Freyr (Freya's brother, a Vanir god)

⚔️Significant Other⚔️

-Odr (Freya's husband, a mysterious wandering god who is suspiciously like Odin)

⚔️Children⚔️

-Hnoss (Freya's daughter)

-Gersemi (Freya's daughter)

⚔️Epithets⚔️

-Hörn (meaning "flaxen", probably in reference to her hair)

-Gefn (meaning "the giver")

-Syr (meaning "sow" a creature that was associated with fertility like Freya)

-Valfreyja (meaning "lady of the slain", as Freya is the goddess who picks and rules over half the slain warriors in her hall Sessrúmnir, in the field of Fólkvangr.)

-Mardöll (meaning "sea-brightener" or "one who makes the sea shine") Note: I always think of her making her father Njördr proud, as a way of making the sea shine, but that is UPG.

-Vanadis (meaning "Vanir goddess")

⚔️Important Notes⚔️

-Freya is famous for her beauty, and her lavish taste. An example of this is her iconic necklace Brísingamen. She acquired this necklace by sleeping one night with each of the dwarves who made it. In return they made the necklace (which is said to have been gorgeous and forged out of gold with amber beads).

-Something that also confirms that amber and gold are sacred to the goddess Freya would be the story of how she cries tears that turn to gold when they touch the earth and to amber when they fall on the sea. Its important to note that she cries these tears for her husband Odr who has not returned in a long time from his wandering journeys. Below is a picture of the famous artwork that depicts her tears by Gustav Klimt:

-Oh, and Freya rides a chariot pulled by cats. Pretty cool, huh? The original cat lady. Cats are sacred to her, so if you want to honor her be sure to treat feline friends with extra respect and adoration!

-When she doesn't ride her chariot, Freya is said to ride her boar into battle. The boar's name is name is Hildisvíni (meaning battle swine).

-Freya possesses yet another treasure: her falcon cloak. This magical cloak of falcon feathers helps her to fly with the ease of a falcon. Therefore, its safe to say that falcons are sacred to this goddess.

-Despite being a goddess of sex and pleasure, Freya is not easily won over. The myths reveal she wont just sleep with anyone. Many giants sought to steal her away and wed her, yet she never caved and slept with someone she didn't see the benefit in sleeping with. In my UPG, she is a very independent goddess.

⚔️Modern Deity Work⚔️

Correspondences (These are based off of my UPG)

Rocks/Stones/Crystals

-amber

-gold

-falcon's eye (also called blue tigers eye)

-carnelian

-rose quartz

Herbs/Plants

-rose

-cinnamon

-mugwort

-daisy

-lily of the valley

-cowslips

Animals

-cat

-boar

-falcon

-rabbit

-hawk

Offering Ideas

-cinnamon tea with honey

-sweet decadent foods

-pieces of amber

-cat figurines

-jewelry (specifically necklaces)

Acts Of Devotion

-spending time caring for cats

-fighting for what you believe in

-standing up for yourself

-being respectful of your own and others sexualities

-beauty routines

-glamour magic

-learning seidr

-connecting with magic in whatever form feels right for you

-practicing being more loving and compassionate

⚔️Sources⚔️

[writing-heiress]

Swan Lake AU

Once upon a time...

There lived a noble witch's daughter by the name of Freya. Despite being of noble status, Freya is quite content with the life she currently has: a quaint cottage close to a just as quaint village, friends that she deeply cares for, and lovers who she has been with for the past 2 years. Everything was right as rain...

Until it wasn't.

You see, there were two separate parties who were against this union: the Senate of Briar Valley (who feared Freya's maternal family would gain the power that they did not wish to reach) and the elders within Afterglow Savana (who both did not want their second prince to gain more powerful than his older brother and wanted to keep the neglected second prince under their supervision). Despite being opposing parties, the two teamed up by paying a sorcerer to transform Freya and Vil to swans.

The sorcerer's spell worked and they were transformed. Freya was turned into a white swan and Vil into a black swan. Luckily, Freya's mother was able to partially reverse the spell and turn the two of them into swan maidens.

But their story is far from over...

Tagging: @adrianasunderworld @abyssthing198 @liviavanrouge @the-weirdos-mind @queen-of-twisted

@tragedytells-tales @the-trinket-witch @twst-cweam-sod4 @absolutepokemontrash @lovelybuefood

@lorkai @zexal-club @yumeko2sevilla @yukii0nna @mangacupcake

@fair-night-starry-tears @twst-the-night-away

[countrymusiclover]

19 - Three Very Important Words

Part 20

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila

Spinning around on my feet throwing my hair over my shoulders I eyed my husband seeing his hands clenched at his sides. “Robb, please don’t be angry with me over speaking to Walder Frey without telling you I was going to in the first place.” 

“Oh I have every right to be angry with you.  We’re supposed to be a team, Haelesa.” 

I parted my lips, releasing a breath. “We are still a team, Robb.” 

“It didn’t appear that we were out there in front of Walder Frey and his household.  It looked like we had completely different plans in mind and didn’t communicate that to one another.” He threw his hands away from his sides in frustration. 

“I’ll take full responsibility for the miscommunication.  With that said, may I tell you of my plan that I wanted to propose to him?” 

Robb gestures with his right hand. “Continue, my lady.” 

“Robb, those girls all deserve an escape from that man.  I mean he's old and has had four different wives over how many years.  I'm afraid if young wives of other houses stop sending their daughters to him, then he might start making babies with his own children.” 

Robb pointed out. “Like the Targaryen's did to keep their bloodline supposedly pure.” 

“Exactly.  I - I want to help then escape from him in some way.  I know that there can’t possibly be that many lords wanting to be married to the Freys but it would be a start and create the loyalty between your two houses once again.” 

Robb ran a hand over the growing beard on his chin, thinking in deep thoughts. “There’s a few sons of my bannermen who are not wed off just yet.  My uncle Edmure of House Tully has no wife either.” 

“My brother has borne some bastards but since you’re a King now you can make them into official members of our house.  Unless of course you aren’t truly open to this idea at all.” 

The young wolf glanced at me, closing most of the distance between us taking my hands in his larger ones. “Whatever you want to do, we shall do to the best of our abilities.  So he also has another daughter the age of nine and ten named Rosaline.  We could wed her to my uncle.” 

“That’s a good start.  For the other girls I think we should help find husbands for Merry, Freya, Marianne and then I can take little Shirei under my wing.  I was raised by someone who wasn’t my mother and I’m terrified to think of who will talk with her about her bleeding among other things.” 

Robb kissed my forehead once cupping my face in his gloved hands. “Your heart is one of the things I love about you.” 

“Did you just say you love me?” I drew my head back slightly with a curious look. 

Robb smiled down at me longingly. “Yes, I did.”

“Say it again, Stark.” 

He nuzzled his nose against mine with a cheeky grin spread across his face when he uttered the words a few more times. “I love you.  Do you hear me, I love you.  I will always love you, Haelesa.” 

“I think I love you too, Robb.” I grinned at him feeling overjoyed at this moment.  I knew if I told him now he wouldn’t let Jaime live another night so it was best to keep the secret from him and visit a Maester here before we left.  If I don’t know who the father could be after that the Moon Tea was my only option left that I had in my back pocket. “Robb, there’s something you should know along with me loving you.  I think I am pregnant with Jaime’s-“ 

Robb connected my lips with his wrapping one arm around my waist bringing me in as close as possible.  Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the already heated kiss.  He threaded his other hand into my silver locks of hair that cascaded down my back and we would have remained that way if it wasn’t for someone knocking on the closed door peeking their head inside revealing none other than his mother Catelyn. “Robb, Lord Frey is getting tired of waiting for your girl to finish whatever her plan is for his daughters and granddaughters.  What would you wish me to tell him?” 

“Tell him we’ll be out in a minute to tell him our offer.  Thank you, mother.” He glanced over his shoulder responding to her. 

She nodded, closing the door when shen left. “Of course.” 

“On your lead, my king.” I extended my right hand to him waiting for him in return to which he looped his larger one with my small palm. 

“On our lead, my queen.  Now and always.” 

Together we exited the chamber room making our way into the throne seeing all eyes shift to us regardless of Lord Frey being the one to speak first and break the uncomfortable silence that had surrounded us the second we had left moments ago. “So Lord Stark, what has your lady wife come up with for our two houses to become united once more?” 

“Lord Frey, we have come up with a solution.  We will choose some of your granddaughters to choose which of my unwed bannermen to try and form a connection with them.  But under no circumstances will we force them into an arranged marriage where they aren’t happy.” Robb explained to the elderly lord before our eyes. 

Lord Frey eyed his uncle Edmure. “I’ll agree to that on one condition. We shall join house Tully and house Frey through Edmure and my daughter Roslin who was supposed to marry you, young wolf.” 

“That can be done, my lord.  You have my word.” Robb bowed his head. 

Lord Frey clasped his hands together. “Then it’s settled then.” 

“We did it. Ahh!” I squealed caught off guard when my husband scooped me up into his muscular arms twirling me around in circles of laughter briefly sitting me back down on my feet. 

Robb put one hand on my hip and his other on my stomach grinning ear to ear. “Now all we need is a baby of our own.” 

“Actually there’s something I’ve been needing to tell you about.  I told you before that I gave my maidenhood to Jaime, that was true but there’s more to it.  Robb, I think I’m pregnant except it might not - urgh!” I grunted grabbing at my belly feeling serious pain with a liquid falling down in between my legs. 

Robb's face went flushed with fear. “Haelesa?” 

“What’s wrong with her, son?” Catelyn came over to where we stood. 

Chezney ran over where I grabbed her shoulder for balance until she bent down seeing something staining on the stone floor. “That can’t be too good.” 

“Is that blood?” I cried, feeling tears welling in my eyes. 

Robb shouted at the people in the room scooping me up into his arms where I winced feeling more pain spreading through my belly. “We need a Maester!” I was rushed into the nearest available room and empty bed with no clue of what was happening to me and my secret baby growing inside of me. 

[deadbydad]

Freya and Baldur: What a Mothers Selfish Love Can Do To A Relationship (Spoilers for God of War 2018 and God of War Ragnarök)

Note: I am not hating on Freya at all in this. I love Freya as a character and she is one of my favorite female video game characters ever. This is just an essay about her choice and how it affected her and Baldur's relationship.

Freya and Baldur were first introduced to the players in God of War 2018, Baldur being the villain and Freya being an important character that helped Kratos and Atreus a couple of times in the game.

Baldur and Freya are mother and son as it is shown later on in the game, but they have a tragic relationship, one where Baldur hates and despises her for a choice she made when he was born.

For context, there was a prophecy that when Baldur was born that he was supposed to die, but Freya didn't want that because this was the first child she ever had and I think in the games at least that Baldur was her only child.

Since Freya didn't want her son to die she put a spell on him where he couldn't die and he was immortal, but at the cost of that Baldur would not be able to feel or taste anything, and this is the choice that lead Baldur to hating Freya and never speaking to her at all.

This choice was very selfish of Freya to make. I am not a mother, but I have watched and took care of my baby cousins enough to know that a mother will do anything to protect her child no matter what, and that's what Freya was doing here with Baldur.

It was not her decision to make, and Baldur has every right to hate his mother because of what she did, but Freya does not regret what she did and tries to make amends for it with Baldur towards the end of the game, but he pushes her away.

And again, he has every right to because she made a choice for him that ruined his chance at having a good life (Not that he would have one either way tbh).

Now because of this I see some people say that Freya was the true villain of God of War 2018, but I don't think that's true and I think that's the most dumbest thing I heard because of one simple fact.

Before the final last fight with Baldur Atreus manages to use a part of a mistletoe arrow to hurt Baldur and that causes his spell to be broken, allowing him to finally feel things for the first time.

Now he could have thanked them and walked away, starting a new life of his own and even with time mending a broken relationship with Freya. Instead he decided to continue to fight Kratos and Atreus, Kratos even giving Baldur a chance to change his ways before he snaps his neck and kills him.

Baldur even tries to choke his mother and Freya even allows him to do so before Kratos stops him.

Both Freyas and Baldurs side are valid in some ways. Freya, as a mother, wanted to protect her child because that's what any parent would want for their children. Baldur wants to have a life where he can be normal, a life where he can feel everything.

But because of Freyas choice Baldur can't have that life, so he despises her for that, but Freya still loves him and that shows when he tries to kill her. Freya lets him because it's the only thing that will make either Baldur to stop hating her or to make amends and have him forgive her.

But Freya was never the bad guy, in Baldurs story she absolutely was the villain, but in the game Baldur is the villain because of the choices he made that ultimately lead to his own death and the start of Fimbulwinter which lead to Ragnarök.

A mothers love can be selfish and love should never be selfish, and because of this Freya learned and paid the price for it. She had a reason to do what she did, but that did not give her the right and Baldur had every reason to hate her.

But, Freya gets amazing character development in the next game, so there will be a part two to this at some point.

[fandoms--fluff]

The Things I’d Do For You

Older Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: Hope distances herself away from you and everyone so you go to her school, and comfort her through a breakdown about your dead family members and her fears and guilt and everything

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing

A/n: very fluffy but angst at the same time i think? And of course had to incorporate Alaric bashing. Currently working on more hope content!!!!!!

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Some would think with the mass age difference of six hundred between you and your younger sister, Hope, that the two of you wouldn’t be that close. But it’s the total opposite. Ever since Hope met you and you guys have bonded, you’ve been closer with each other than anybody else. 

You may have different mothers, both are dead, but you still feel close to one another either if you were half sister like now or full sisters. 

Your mother abandoned you when you were very young, and even when she was there, she wasn’t ever the best mother anyways. You crossed paths with your father, the original Klaus Mikaelson, when you were in England in 1492 after you were turned almost a century prier from being killed by ironically, a vampire, when you were 19. He was on his journey to just about complete the sacrifice with Katerina Petrova in some little days when you showed up. He automatically could tell you were connected to him in the first couple minutes of talking. Something about you seemed so similar. 

That’s when he got you to open up about your past that you both put together what had happened. Starting when your mother and him had a long relationship until she ran away one day with no trace to follow. Like she evaporated out of existence, fell off the face of the Earth. She was pregnant with you, their daughter and obviously hadn’t wanted Klaus to find out about you and tried to do everything in her power to get rid of you, not knowing you’d be a first born Mikaelson witch-tribrid when you were born. 

It was the first time in a while that Klaus had openly showed affection with anyone, but with you, he didn’t skip a heart beat. After meeting for the first time and connecting with your father, you guys had went your separate ways, Klaus not wanting Mikael to find out about you. 

You had kept in touch with each other, meeting all your aunts and uncles, besides from Finn until Mystic Falls in 2010 and Freya later on after you came back to New Orleans because a call from your uncle Elijah about something he shouldn’t tell you over the phone. After that, you quickly packed your things and left Mystic Falls after saying goodbye to your friends, Caroline, Stefan, Bonnie, and Damon. 

After everything that had went down over the years when Hope was growing up and learning how you were her sister and about your past. She always made it clear that she looked up to you and wanted to be like you, someone who’d drop everything to help her family. You didn’t know how to feel about that when she first told you after you read her a bed time story when she was six, but after that, you knew how special you are to her. Even your dad and Hayley pulled you aside to say how grateful they were to have you stay in Hope’s life even though you had every right to not want to. 

She had started sneaking into your room at night when she was supposed to be asleep when she was seven. It woke you up straight away when you heard the doorknob turn, but after a while you knew how to tell it was her. You’d always welcome her into your arms and let her cuddle you to her hearts contents. 

It slowed down for a couple years when she was entering her teenage years, thinking that she was too old for it, but caved a couple times. 

It picked up greatly after your guys’ dad and uncle Elijah died, plus her mom, Hayley, who you were starting to consider a mother figure yourself. And it hadn’t stopped or slowed down, not that your complaining though, it’s just when she was younger she’d always tell you when somethings wrong or if she just wanted cuddles. Now, she barely opens up, and when she does, it’s when she’s on the brink of a meltdown and you calmly pull her out of it. 

-

Like right now, you’re really worried about your baby sister. She hasn’t phoned or texted you for a couple days now since going back to the boarding school after winter break. You’re getting anxious about what might happen, considering everything that happened with the boy that she was dating and he had died the previous year. 

You’re pacing back and forth in your room at the abattoir when you feel a presence in the doorway. “What are you doing here Marcel?” You stop your pacing and turn over to look at the younger vampire. 

“I just wanted to check in on you, I haven’t seen you out in a couple days” he says and comes into the room, standing in front of you. 

“I’m just worries about Hope, I haven’t heard anything from her in almost a week and she hasn’t been answering my phone calls or texts. I’m trying to figure out if I did something to make her mad at me, or if I forgot about something and she’s mad about that” you rant to him. 

“Hey, take a deep breath, I’m sure everything is fine. How about you go visit her, and if your nervous, you have friends there that can also give you a helping hand about it, right?”

“Yeah, thanks Marcel” you guys quickly hug before he leaves and you start packing a bag. 

-

Once you get to Mystic Falls, you were about to turn around from the school and just go over to see Damon, but before you can, you get a phone call from an unknown caller. Sighing, you answer it, not having any reason not to. 

A voice quickly starts speaking, “Hey Y/n, I’m Lizzie, Hope’s friend- kinda friend? from school. I know from what Hope had told me about you that you dont like to be disturbed, but I think you might want to know about this.”

“What happened, is hope alright?” you ask concerned. 

“I don’t know, she hasn’t left her room besides for necessaties and won’t talk to any of us. I was wondering how fast you can get here, I know it’s far from New Orleans but I’m worried about her. It’s as if she’s turned off her emotions even though she hasn’t activated her vampire part” Lizzie quickly tells you, worry evident in the girl’s voice. 

“Hey, hey, sweetie, calm down, it’s going to be okay. Believe it or not, I was just on my way to the school, I’ll be there in five minutes, okay?” You soften your tone. 

“Okay, thanks” she says, clear that she’s taking deep breathes before hanging up. 

You put your phone down and immediately step on the gas, breaking more than one speed limit getting to the boarding school in record time. As you step into the school, you see a tall blond girl leaning against a wall, waiting anxiously. 

You walk over to her, and place your hand on her shoulder. “You must be Lizzie, right?” You say.

“Yeah, sorry about the panicked phone call, I didn’t know who else to phone” she murmured, calming from your gentle touch.

“It’s alright, I know you’re worried, is Hope in her room?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Um, yeah. The last time she came out was to take a shower last night” she tells you. 

“Okay, thanks Lizzie. I’ll see you later” you smile and squeeze the siphoner’s shoulder before making your way to your sister’s room. 

You knock on her door, not getting an answer, but you know she’s in there from her breathing and heart beat. You memorized how they sound when she was younger in case anything happened. 

Unlocking the door with your magic, you walk into her room. Her back is facing the now closed door and you, “I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you Lizzie” Hope sternly says, not noticing it’s you and not her blond friend. 

“Good thing I’m not Lizzie then” you tell her, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Hope immediately freezes, realizing who is in her room. It’s definitely not her frenemy, but her big sister. The same sister who she’s been ignoring for almost a week. The same sister who she knows was worried the second she made her phone calls go to voicemail.

She doesn’t know what to do, but she does turn around, which she doesn’t know if it’s a smart move or not, seeing the stern and worrisome look you have. 

“Y/n” she mumbles. 

“Hey Hope, I want you to know that I’m not mad at you” you tell her, slowly making your way over to her. She lets out a breath of air she didn’t even know she was holding in. 

“All I want to know is why you’ve been pushing everyone who cares about you away” you crouch down in front of where she’s sitting on her bed. 

She shakes her head, trying to avoid eye contact with you. 

You look over to her nightstand and see pictures and small trinkets laid out in a haphazard manner. Looking closer, you notice the pictures are the ones you printed for her when she was 12. They’re some of her, you, your guys’ family, both of you in selfies from when she was really young. 

You reach over and pick a handful of them up. “I remember this day, I took you to the zoo and you wouldn’t leave the lion exhibit because you were waiting for Simba to come over to you and have a conversation with him. I’m pretty sure Hayley despised me for allowing you to watch Lion King all those times, she said one day you’d drive her crazy with how much you sang the songs” you hand Hope the photo. 

She chuckled, tears forming in her eyes. “I remember, I kept begging mom to go back to the zoo with you after. I was committed to try talking to a lion” she looked back up at you with a sad smile, remembering the day more clearly. 

You see the emotion in her face, you smile knowing you’re getting somewhere. Digging another one out of the pile. “Oh, this was a fun day. Dad took us to the ice cream place and allowed us to get whatever we wanted. By the end of the day you had, I swear, the biggest sugar high ever.” 

Hope took the photo handed to her, it shows a picture that you’re taking with your phone with your guys’ dad across the table and her beside you with ice cream all around her mouth. “Mom yelled at dad the second she saw me” Hope’s smile widened. 

“Yeah, boy did he get a talking to. But even through all that, you still somehow fell asleep in my arms, and ironically it was during the loudest part of it” you say, making you both chuckle. 

You sort through the pictures in your hands, pausing after seeing a specifically worn out one with light yellow aging on the outline.  

“Hm, now where’d you get this one?” You say with a risen eyebrow, lifting a picture of you from the 1840s. You’ve been looking for it in your room at the abattoir but you had a hunch of where it went, and it seems you were right. 

Hope pauses for a second, realizing she got caught with something. “...I may have taken it from your room. It was after m-mom died and I couldn’t find you, but I saw this on your dresser. And I thought you looked to so pretty in it, I took it because... I don’t know really. I guess I was scared that you were going to leave too and maybe having something close to you from your history made me think that it help with my paranoia.” your younger sister slowly explained, thinking back to when she took it. 

“You were really scared, weren’t you?” You softly say more than ask.

“Mhm, I thought you’d be next. But then it was Dad and Uncle Elijah. I’m so scared you’re gonna leave me too” Hope sobbed, finally breaking after not talking for so long about it. 

You immediately put the pictures down and lean forward from where you’re still crouching and pull her into your arms. One of your hands lay on the back of her head, rubbing your finger tips in slow circles. It’s something you used to do when she’d come to you with nightmares. 

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry you’ve felt this way. You don’t have to worry, I’m not going anywhere, I won’t let anyone make me leave you ever again” you tell her and kiss her forehead. 

You wrap your arm tightly and securely around Hope’s lower back. After a second, you stand up, carrying her. Her legs automatically wrap around your torso and she clings to you tighter than before, letting her emotions out as she cries into your neck. 

“E-everyone around me d-dies. I th-thought if I distanced myself from everyone then n-no one else would die” she explains her actions to you through her sobs. 

You start walking around the room and slightly bouncing her as if she were a baby. Some may find it weird that you’re doing this with a fifteen year old but it’s starting to calm her down, so screw what other people may think weird about it. 

 “Baby, that would seem like the best choice at the moment, but after a while you’ll feel so alone until you don’t feel at all. Think of it as a human humanity switch. No one, especially me, wants you to go through it, it’s horrible” you tell her, your own eyes starting to water from how your sister has been feeling. 

She clings to you, her arms wrapped around your neck, like a koala. She doesn’t want anyone else she loves to die. “I want them to come back” she whimpers through her crying. 

“Me too, me too. If I could just wave my hand and have them appear, I would.” You go back over to her bed and sit down on it with Hope now sitting on your lap, not wanting to let you go.

“I-I miss Mommy and Dadddy and uncle ‘Lijah” she mumbles, trying to blink her tears away. 

"Oh I know you do, I know sweet girl" you comfort her, rubbing your hand in circles on her back. You feel horrible for not realizing it sooner, how she felt on the inside about all of this. But who can blame her, she's only fifteen and lost so many important people in her life, and now scares that by getting close to anyone will send them to their death beds aswell.

She nuzzles further into your chest and scrunches up fistfuls of your shirt in her hands. Looking to the side, you see the simba stuffed animal you got Hope for christmas when she was eight in front of her pillows.

You unwrap one of your arms from the fifteen year old and grab the stuffed animal. Kissing Hope's forehead, you slowly start to move a couple inches away from her, earning you a whine of protest. Before she crashes back into you, you press the stuffed animal to her chest.

"You still have this" you say softly. She looks down and slowly unwraps her arms from you, noticing what you're talking about.

She picks Simba up into her arms and snuggles him after a couple back and forth glance between you and the stuffed animal. "Would never get rid of him, you gave it to me" she pouts at how you dare would've thought that, behind the lion's head.

-

“Well now I know where all my things are going” you softly chuckled, noticing the reason why the sweater Hope is wearing looks so familiar, it’s yours.

"You're clothes are just comfier" she mumbles into your chest, the lion held tight in her left arm.

"Is that right?" You ask with a teasing smile on your face. "Mhm."

"You're not gonna leave. Right?" She looks up at you with widened puppy eyes. "I'm not going to leave, I promise" you brushed the hair out of her face. You get an approving nod, before laying back into her big sister.

"I think it's time I move back into our old house" you say and she looks up at you with confusion. "Oh, right you've never been there, have you?" You ask. She shakes her head.

"Well, our dad built-actually got hybrids to build it, but that's whatever, a mansion just outside of town, and I'm pretty sure everything's still there. All I have to do is pack some things and get the keys to it from New Orleans before moving back in. I can't believe Alaric never told you about it- actuay I do believe that, he's an ass" you tell her.

"Wanna know a secret?" She whispers into your ear like she's seven again. "Of course" you whisper back.

"I think he's an ass too" she smiles, getting an affirming smile and nod from you. "Now you're speaking my language" you kiss the top of her head.

"I love you, y/n/n" she tells you.

"I love you too, little sis."

[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 

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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!

[rahadaddy]

The amazingly talented @spicyspell has utterly captured my game's Alek Gwilym! I cannot overstate how pleased I am with this piece, how beautiful it is, and how excited I have been all day to unveil it to my players - especially my player whose cleric is Alek and Strahd's son.

In Blood Countess, Alek Gwilym has many titles. He is Commander Gwilym, Master at Arms of Ravenloft. He is the former squire and eldest scion of Lord Argynvost. He is the avatar of the Morning Lord. Most importantly, he is Ayah, or Father, to Godfrey and Alistor Gwilym.

Alek was the son of the dragon lord, Argynvost, and his human wife, Freya. He spent his youth at Argynvostholt, training to be a knight. He even became his father's squire. However, his mother was killed by the wizards of the Amber Temple and Alek abandoned the order. He became a mercenary sell-sword and traveled far and wide. He eventually returned to the Balinok Valley to serve as a bodyguard and guide for the princess-general, Strahd von Zarovich. He was a powerful fighter and asset to the Barovian forces. After saving Strahd's life, he was inducted into her army and he rose through the ranks quickly. They fell in love and carried on an illicit affair until Strahd fell pregnant with twins and defeated the Tergic army. The boys were sent to live at Argynvostholt but Strahd was never informed of their whereabouts. Alek remained a devoted father to Godfrey and Alistor and repaired his relationship with his father while maintaining his position at Ravenloft's court as Strahd's right hand. However, Strahd became mired in her grief and obsession with preserving her power. Alek ultimately lost her but remained dedicated to her even to his own demise in the Amber Temple, where she killed him as a sacrifice to Vampyre. Alek made a deal that day, too, with the Morning Lord and agreed to be his avatar. Unfortunately, he was magically sealed away by the Dark Powers and he awaits the day that he can reunite with his sons.

In the meantime, he's tried to exert his will on the valley with mixed success. Currently, he has one (1) warlock: a nun from Krezk who is more than the sum of her parts and has sent an angel to try to heal Strahd with unfavorable results. He's trying. He really, really is. It's tough to be a god!

Especially when all he wants is to see the people he loves one more time.

I absolutely adore Alek and I am so thrilled to have art of him! I am so happy! I love his dragon scales, which look a little like vitiligo. I love the curls of his hair and the sharpness of his nose. I love his smile and the fact that when I showed my cleric, she said that he is definitely Alistor's father.

(Also, his and Strahd's portraits face in opposite directions. I can make them face each other and he looks besotted while she's looking away or I can make them face away from each other, back to back, in comparison. Hell. Yes.)