#raine is the parent of the batts and i will die on this hill

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I’m starting a new series on this page called “Episodes of the Owl House we could have had if Disney wasn’t a little bi-”

Weird, my internet cut out. ANYWAY.

I present to you: the concept of a much longer rebellion (as in, one where Eda and her family get to join the CATTs more than a week before the DOU), where the rebels actually had time to bond and build relationships. Here are some potential side plots for your reading/writing pleasure.

Katya and Luz, bond over their love of writing and fanfiction. However, in a series of unfortunate events, they manage to bring their stories to life and have to deal with them. Raine and Eda come home to find their girls standing on the kitchen counter with a bat and a knife respectively, attempting to fight a bowl of fruit.

Hunter, after getting dropped off unceremoniously by Darius, is stuck in a house* with Lilith and Steve and slowly begins to open up to them. Bonus points if after a day’s worth of fighting and Steve playing the middle man, he comes home to Hunter napping in Lilith’s lap and is incredibly confused.

The senior members of the CATTs go out on a mission and leave the younger half of the kids (King, Luz, Amber and Hooty) under the supervision of the older three (Hunter, Katya, and Derwin). Chaos ensues.

Steve’s family (including Mattholomule) comes to visit him on what they think is his one day off. Steve, not wanting to admit he’s left the coven and joined a rebellion, begs the other members of the CATTs to help him hide it. They’re not very good at it.

Raine and Eda attempt to each spend a day bonding with each other’s kids. That’s it, that’s the headcanon. Have fun.

BEACH EPISODE!!!!!

Luz attempts to plan the perfect date with Amity and goes to each member of the CATTs for advice. They all give her wildly differing suggestions and she’s left to try and piece them all together into one coherent idea.

There ya go. See, Disney, it’s not that hard-

Whoops, my internet cut out again. Anyway, hope ya liked it! Fanfic writers who see this post, feel free to take any of these as inspiration.

*Steve and the BATTs (excluding Raine) stay with Eda’s family throughout all of this, since Darius, Raine, and Eber all have to be undercover as coven heads and have to stay in the palace.

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@drachenheld.

As King of the Netherlands, Siegfried didn’t had a single moment where he could rest for a moment unless it was already past the time the moon rised in the skies. He didn’t mind it at all, he even understood why his parents were never with him a lot of times when he was just a young prince. Just as he was going to sit for a moment and enjoy dinner with his beloved wife, Kriemhild, a knight rushed through the doors searching for the Hero King.

 “M-my king…! They have arrived…!” The knight says in a hurried tone, his armor was covered in blood and his helm was broken, letting Siegfried see his horrified expression.

“Who…? Please tell me!” Siegfried stands up and puts his hand on the knight’s shoulder, trying to calm him, even a bit.

“The northmen…! The northmen have arrived using the Rhine…!”

He says, tears shedding from his eyes as he remembered the boats being sighted for a moment and how suddenly hellfire was covering the shore.

“What are we going to do?” One of the royal servants that held the wine asked Siegfried, terror could be seen in her face.

Anyone knew of the Nordic Tribes and the raids they commited in the enterity of the continent, not even the Saxons or the Franks were safe, the Netherlands was not safe either, apparently. Even Bungurdy was raided, thanks to Gunther’s letter that arrived 5 suns before. Siegfried looked at the ceiling for a moment, to that even with the tellings of the Black Dragon that protected the country they were reckless enough to try, one could ask if they were even sane in the first place.

“….” The Hero King remained quiet for a few seconds, looked to his beloved Kriemhild who crossed her arms as she was trying to meditate on what to do in this situation. Siegfried knew what needed to be done.

 “Gather all the knights immediatly, we knew they would come one of these days, we are ready to fight them. I will gather the elite troops from their barracks, prepare for battle!” Siegfried held his head high, he couldn’t allow such a thing to occur to his kingdom, all the things he had done, they wouldn’t be thrown away just because of some northern tribes.

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Just as the knights were grouped on the main hall of the castle, Siegfried looked at them, his gaze didn’t had the unhappiness that he had developed these last weeks, but instead his eyes were burning with a sense of duty.

Some of the knights present had bandages covering their broken limbs and even one of them was handicapped with his arm cut clean. They had a story of fighting the Norsemen by now.

[Background Music: The Watershed of History]

My friends, we are under attack of the Nordic Tribes. They have arrived using the Rhine in the middle of the night to avoid being detected by our scouts and attacked the coastline, right now I do not know if they are marching forward, our troops are coming back to the citadel right now as we speak.

I know some of you are tired and even have wounds to this day after our successful back-up suprise attack in the kingdom of Bungurdy after one of their raids reaching our allies.

But we have to fight once again against them, I took the chance to kill one of their generals back then, but I do not know the identity of the new one, so we must be cautious at all time. I will lead the main group once again and Ailbern will lead the second unit, Dietz will command our archers that are currently movilizing the main buildings so we can take them by surprise once they reach the main doors.

We cannot fail here, our country, our families are in danger if they gain control of the city. I plead to you we put our all in this battle, we will show them that waging war against the Netherlands is a bad choice. We will show them that once you awake the fury of the Black Dragon you will regret doing so.

“ONWARD!”

Unsheathing his greatsword and holding it high, he made a scream that was then followed by the other soldiers and knights that howled on unison, they rushed towards the castle’s door and took their positions, this time they won’t take them by surprise like in Gunther’s kingdom.

“Hah!” Cutting down soldier by soldier, Siegfried and his group stood firm against the Nordic hordes that rushed towards them, he was used to fighting them at this point, even before becoming king he was requested with repeling Norse raids from small villages that surrounded the main citadel. They were brute and had powerful axes with them, capable of tearing down armor with relatively ease it was frightening.

The battlefield was even for both sides, both armies having their casualties, which he lamented. He personally knew each one of his soldiers and having to tell their families that they had died on batte was such a hard task, even as a knight he knew that, and now that he was king the feeling was even a more toll burden to bear. But, that gave him the resolve to go and win this battle and stop the northern tribes from terrorizing his homeland. Siegfried made a step that was more akin of a burst of power, tearing apart the enemies that were on his way.

After getting enough terrain, Siegfried stood in front of his brothers-in-arms, he looked back at them and smiled, they were counting on his King, they knew he would bring them to victory once again, he was Siegfried, Hero of the Nibelungen and Slayer of Fafnir. He couldn’t let them down.

“Sword— Lend me your power!” With the chanting, a powerful golden-like aura surrounded Siegfried, holding the sword above his head, he prepared his ultimate attack, the one he had fell the Evil Dragon Fafnir.

                      Balmung, Felling Sword of the Sky Demon. A symbol of Siegfried’s power, his feat of defeating the Black Dragon and his kingdom’s light of hope, he would erradicate this threat once and for all.

“Oh sword, let thee be filled...

                                               Balmun—!?”

Just as Siegfried was ready to release the attack, a mythril lance hit his greatsword, making it shake violently, with Siegfried out of focus, the divine sword quickly loses the golden shine that covered it. Almost immediatly, the spear makes way with demonic speed to his throat, not losing time Siegfried slashes, making steel hit steel with enough power to send sparks flying.

Their general!? Siegfried thought as the spear was so close of his neck, quickly analyzing the new opponent’s armor. Wing-like diadem, tall slender figure that was covered with a deep blue armor, and a shield on the right arm.

Shieldmaiden, Valkyrie. He had heard from them when traveling the kingdom when he was just a Esquire. Female warriors that were supposedly sent by the Elder God Odin to find suitable warriors for Valhalla, often they were seen during the battlefield commanding the armies, and most of the time they were victorious.

But he wouldn’t just accept this with crossed arms, he had to protect his people, his family. If he had to defeat a demigoddess like her to protect his people, then he will do it, he had to do it.

✕     Brynhildr and a few of her many younger sisters flew over the longships as they sailed down the Rhine from the southern sea, divine daughters of giantesses and gods soaring and playing among the clouds overhead, unseen by the warriors and shieldmaidens below. The Valkyries would only be seen when fate determined, their appearance both feared and wished her by the warriors beneath them in the ships. 

This land of Saxony was... soft. Rolling hills, beautiful mountains --- and so green. So green and lush and obviously fertile. The Northmen would have liked to have settled these lands if they were not already filled with so many of the Germanic peoples. Indeed, they would only raid here. There were better places to settle to the west, in Wessex and Mercia; where the inhabitants were far easier to defeat in a raid than here. When the horns blared, Brynhildr spun and swooped down from the clouds with her spear in hand, shield on her arm, alongside her sisters to fly closely over the víkingr as the raging siege upon the defended citadel began. 

She watched the Norsemen closely through the smoke and fires and rain of arrows, judging their souls and courage. Once she had found a warrior worthy, a young man charging his way to a much larger knight with wanton abandon, Brynhildr had found a hero to claim. He would live a short life, a storied life; this would be his last raid. May his friends remember his bravery. 

She sped towards him and paused in time, her hand on the Germanic knight’s elbow to push his sword just the right way... plunging the blade into the Norseman’s heart. She waited for him to die, and when he did, Brynhildr appeared over him with a soft smile, a sight all warriors wished to see, proof at last that their Valhalla truly existed, a moment of great peace after the fury of battle and the terror of sudden death... She wrapped her arm around him, lifting his soul up into the sky with her to Valhalla---- and she returned just as quickly. The journey was quick for a Valkyrie; this battle would last long and she would gain many new einherjar for her father.

This was a Christian kingdom. Christians worshiped money as much as they worshiped their god --- it was the only way to explain why their relics and artifacts were always gilded and encrusted with jewels. A church would be raided first. As soon as enough was taken, they would leave --- but after much fighting, a great number of víkingr had been lost. 

The Northmen were not a professional army; they were farmers and merchants who took up arms in the summertime to raid, to gain fame and honor. It was the way of their people --- but this land’s army was properly armed, well trained, and of course were greater in numbers. Brynhildr could see the number of heroes dwindling on the battlefield. For some, it was simply not their day to die. For others, they had already been chosen; and the rest were retreating back into the longships with what they had plundered from the city, satisfied. Her sisters, too, had departed into the skies. There was no shame in that --- the raid had been conducted, to leave while still alive was well and good, but many were still fighting, unawares that the greater battle at large had all but been decided.

The eldest Valkyrie contemplated all of this while soaring unseen, maintaining the skies with vigilant eyes. A Germanic knight had caught her eye, a man standing forward and with great confidence... a sword over his head... She could feel the power from his sword even where she flew... What sort of man and weapon was this... He had the undeniable presence of a beast, though a man, and strike from that sword would surely slay many of her Norsemen, her future heroes, the faithful to her father and the gods...  Sigrdrífa could not allow this to happen.

She dropped down onto the earth, taking the form of a shieldmaiden for now, much to the attention of the men around her who caught sight of the silver-haired maiden before she kicked off in one powerful step to cross the battlefield to the swordsman in a flash. 

Using a great amount of strength, Brynhildr swung her lance to meet his sword before it could cast death upon her warriors, stopping his blow from happening... and immediately pulled her blade from his to push it to his throat to slaughter him, unnatural amethyst eyes narrowing at him, the goddess’s face lethally serious as she remained silent.

   .... She saw... ... ... in his soul... ... ... ... hmm... The Valkyrie spoke one word, sharing her voice with the enemy, a voice even her einherjar had not yet heard, before pulling her spear from him and throwing forward her shield arm, intending to smash him back a few hundred feet and chase him down from there, a vicious onslaught of relentless power and speed.

                                        “Dreki...”

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I see your Raeda found families and raise you: Raeda blended family. 

It’s not quiet or peaceful, but there’s something calming about the aura of the house. It’s warm, welcoming. A little corner of the world that shelters them all for a little while. 

The boys are napping on the couch. King is curled into a ball on Derwin’s pillow, perched on top of his head like a cat. Occasionally his tail twitches in his sleep. Derwin looks incredibly peaceful, with his arms crossed and his glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. Their breathing is almost perfectly in sync, and it seems as though they’d be content to sleep there together for the rest of the night. 

Katya and Luz are sprawled out on the living room floor together, giggling over a typewriter. The pair had been overjoyed to reunite at a rebellion meeting (leading an embarrassed Katya to explain that she’d ended up in the Conformatorium long before joining the BATTS). Now that the Day of Unity was past, they’d formed a close friendship- so close that Eda sometimes jokingly called them her twins. Once, Raine had been tiptoeing up to bed and had stumbled on the girls, asleep in what Luz called a ‘pillow fort’ in front of the crystal ball. It had made them smile, watching them dozing in their fort in front of a cheesy rom-com- for it meant that their kids could finally be just that. (They would have taken a picture, too, if Eda hadn’t promptly tripped over Luz’s outstretched foot and brought the whole fort down.) 

Eda herself is in the kitchen, cooking some kind of odd pastry-encased log of meat and vegetables that Luz had begged her for. Amber is flitting around her, chattering away about the latest Grudgby game at her school. The girl makes an attempt to swipe a bit of the dough, earning herself a playful swat from Eda, and Raine pretends not to see when she promptly pinches off a bite herself and sneaks a second to a giggling Amber. 

Raine is sitting at the kitchen table, a small smile on their face. They’re content to sit and watch their family (their family) spending time together. It’s something wonderful, something beautiful. The kind of loving family that they’d always dreamed about but never thought they’d get to have (especially not with her). 

And life, for the first time in a long time, is good. 

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Grandpa Dell loves his step-granddaughter.

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Let’s take a minute to pretend that everything worked out beautifully and everyone was magically reunited at the end of King’s Tide. Can we talk about how traumatized everyone would be?

And no, I’m not talking about the usual huge ‘everyone needs therapy’ issues (although those are certainly still there). I’m talking about much more subtle issues, the kind that pop up in every day life- like these.

Eda has to steady herself on the kitchen counter every time she sends the kids off to school. She knows logically in her head that they'll come home safely, she does, but for some reason her hands still won't stop shaking.

Likewise, Luz develops some attachment issues. Once, Eda slips out to the market while she's is asleep on the couch. She comes home to find the house in ruins and Luz tearing it apart frantically looking for her. After that, Raine makes all the grocery runs.

The coven system remains in place as a sort of governing system in place of the Emperor, although it's not nearly as restrictive as before. Despite this, Darius quits his job as a coven head, as do Eberwolf, Hettie, and Osran. It's not that they don't love their jobs, necessarily, but that every time they stand in a room together they remember.

Lilith gets anxious whenever she has to let someone else step up for a change, especially if they're doing it for her. She doesn't consciously know why, but she can't stand watching others take point ahead of her. Once on a casual trip to the market, where she's lost in thought and not paying attention to her surroundings, Steve spots a loose cart and pulls her behind him and out of the way. He gets away with only a bruise on his arm, but Lilith still spends the rest of the afternoon crying and apologizing.

Katya develops a serious case of claustrophobia. One day, the bathroom door lock jams with her inside. It takes an hour before Eda gets home to pick the lock and rescue a hysterical Katya, and another three before she finally calms down.

Raine hates when they fall asleep before Eda. They worry when they can't be 100% sure she's alright and sleeping soundly. Sometimes when they wake up in the middle of the night, they have the uncontrollable urge to grab a small mirror and hold it up to her face. Just to make sure.

It's more normal than not for someone in the Owl House to wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Eda and Raine keep an unspoken tally of whose turn it is to go investigate. Katya keeps extra pillows under her bed for when the younger girls have a nightmare and Derwin sleeps with his door open for the same reason. The worst nights, however, are when cries come from the master bedroom down the hall. When that happens, no one else gets much sleep that night.

Because let's be honest. Anyone who says they're ok after all that shiz? They're lying.