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the-broken-truth · 1 year

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OMG, i just love your platonic yandere gow stuff and i kinda have a prompt that i just can't get out of my head and i wanted to know if you'll up for writing it

so lets say that reader is well lets say understatemented because of how much people don't really see him as anybody else then being kratos son and loki's/atreus brother

so… what if lets say the reader sees the peeps (sif, thor, heimdall, freya and anybody else you want) in trouble and reader being seen as the weakling out of his family suprisingly saves there life like they do some powerful magic shit

Sorry if you don't want to write about this, but it was just stuck in my head and i wanted to share

thank you and goodbye :>

Broken Truth (Looks at the ask): Let's be honest - Thor and Heimdal can handle themselves in a fight, Lady Sif really wouldn't leave Asgard and Thrud would be able to defend herself without any help; so I'll write for Freya because she's the only one I can see getting into trouble and needing help. If I think of someone else, I'll come back to this ask and add to it. I hope that's okay.

Someone gave me an idea to make [Name] something like the Dragonborn from Skyrim because I gave his voice power in the Thrud Extension and it would do good in this.

I'm thinking of giving [Name] a name, what do you guys think about 'Nithe' for a name? It means Dragon or Serpent in Old Norse if my research is valid. Anyway, let the words weave together.

[Freya]

Freya was looking for some kind of rare ingredient in the land where the dragons were plentiful, it was quiet for a while when she found the ingredient but that's when the dragon attacked. Freya did what she could and used her magic along with her combat skills but the creature overpowered her and knocked her into the wall, causing her to drop her sword and slump to the ground. She looked at the creature with blurry vision as it slowly stalked toward her before charging at her; she closed her eyes and waited for the impact but it never came, she opened her eyes when she heard the dragon roaring in anger and pain, and came face to face with an unbelievable panorama.

A single body stood between Freya and the Dragon & that body was [Name] - the youngest & 'weakest' of the Sons of Kratos. Holding the head of the dragon still as it struggled and tried to get away from him.

"Dovah Mul!" [Name] roared out in an unknown language as he began lifting the dragon up and threw it against the wall, making it slump to the ground. [Name] looked at the downed beast with an unknown fury in his eyes, this made Freya rise to her feet and hold her bleeding arm.

"[Name]? What are you doing here?" Freya asked.

"Stay back, Lady Freya, I'll deal with this." [Name] demanded as the dragon began to stand again. The beast inhaled and shot a river of fire in [Name's] direction, he inhaled and spoke in the strong language again.

"Yol Toor Shul!" [Name] roared out as a river of fire left his jaws and collided with the dragon's canceling each other out before he inhaled again and hit the dragon in the face with his fire, causing the creature to screech in pain and fly away from the agony. [Name] watched to make sure it was gone before turning his attention to Freya, who healed her wound. "Are you alright, Your Majesty?"

"I...I am fine. How did you do that? You had the strength of a dragon and you could breathe fire like one; aren't you a human?" Freya asked as she walked over to [Name] who shook his head.

"I'm half-giant & half-god. My Blood holds the blood of a dragon, my mother found that out a long time ago and was training me to learn more about controlling it but ever since she died, father refused to train me." [Name] explained it as he looked around for something.

"What are you looking for?" Freya asked as she followed his gaze but couldn't see anything.

"I heard that this dragon took a very powerful steel and I wanted to use it to make a weapon for myself." [Name] said as he walked over to the dragon's hoard and began digging through all the various metals until he found the one he was looking for. "I need to get back home and craft my weapon before father and Atreus get back." [Name] began walking to the ledge of the high point before Freya called out to him.

"Wait, have you thought about my offer? Will you become my son and the brother Baldur saw in you?" Freya asked him.

"I...I can't see myself leaving y father and brother. Please understand, Lady Freya" [Name] said as he turned and sprouted dragon wings and began flying away.

"I understand that you are too good for him and I shall make you my son, [Name]." Freya said as she went to the hoard and got the ingredients she needed.

#god of war ragnarok #freya #male reader #skyrim reference

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samieree · 8 months

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Goddess of Muspelheim || GOW Ragnarök

Heimdall x OC

-> Chapter 6

Chapter 7 || Understanding

Amaris was sitting in her family home, in the family world. She decided to come here after she, Freya, and Kratos visited the Norns. She was sitting in the main hall where great feasts had once been held. From here you could usually hear the hustle and bustle of the bustling house. Her aunt and uncle, parents, grandparents used to live here... Some conversations could always be heard from here.

Now she was alone.

Alone in the great hall, alone in this house. She was sitting at the table, her face resting on her clasped hands, her elbows resting on the table top. Her black eyes fixed on an unspecified point on the wall at the end of the room. Her hair was loose, tousled from the way she tossed on the bed when she couldn't sleep. Her mind was occupied only by visit to the Norns.

She didn't even care that much when they found out that Heimdall was planning to kill Kratos' son in Asgard. She didn't care that they didn't answer her why her parents had never let her come home.

There is no destiny.

That's what she cared about. That life is the sum of choices, not some grand plan, that it can only be predicted based on the characters of different beings. So it's not at all certain that Ragnarök will come? Does that mean that Odin's tyranny can last forever, that he will destroy anything he pleases, anyone who looks at him askance or refuses to dance to his tune?

She sighed, finally taking her eyes off the wall. And what was she supposed to do now? She can sit here feeling sorry for herself for the rest of her life or reach out for revenge on everyone who hurt her and her loved ones. Thor, of course his nasty father Odin too... She had a feeling she couldn't think of torture big enough for him to pay her back for everything...

However, she felt more hurt by Heimdall... She was the closest to him, she trusted him. She had considered him a friend in her teenage years, and he had hurt her the most. He left her helpless as everyone she loved died. She hated the feeling of helplessness she had faced over the years, hated him, his family, everything about him, all of them...!

She abruptly stood up from her chair, her hands resting on the table top and clenching them into fists. Maybe she shouldn't stay here? Sit back and let Kratos save his son by killing Heimdall? It was her revenge, after all.

"Amaris..." She must have misheard. There's no one here, and she didn't recognize that voice. It sounded like... It was coming from under the ground. And she knew what was there. A place she'd never been allowed to.

"Amaris."

This time the voice was more assertive. It wasn't just a whisper in the fringes of her mind, it was a distinct sound. The sound she chose to follow.

Her boots pounded the stone floor as she headed for the stairs leading underground, deep beneath the main hall. There was a stone door at the bottom of the stairs. The door that she slowly opened, knowing full well what she would find behind it. Raging flames behind which is a room that only her family was allowed to enter.

No one else, not even Odin could get there, he doesn't have the right ability. She didn't know much about the room guarded by flames. She knew as much as she remembered from her parents' stories. She knew that when the last God of Muspelheim die, the room and everything in it will be consumed by flames.

And she knew that currently only she had access to the room.

Slowly, as if in a trance, she entered the flames. She felt how pleasantly they brushed her skin, leaving only a feeling of warmth. After a few minutes of slow walking, she finally found herself in a circle devoid of fire. A place that years ago she had no access to.

The small room was filled with cupboards, and there was a finely painted picture on the floor. She knew perfectly well what it reflected, and how faithfully it reflected this...

"Come to me."

She stared at the painting of a huge volcano as if in a trance. It was the very volcano that flooded her world when her family died and she was held as prisoner. It equaled her in power, and now it was calling her.

Kneeling on the ground, she felt the energy flowing through her, so similar to the one that was dormant in that miracle of nature. She stared at the painted floor, which reflected the glow of her eyes, now glowing an intense red.

"What are you afraid of? Nothing better awaits you anyway. Come. We'll end it together."

This words in her head were like a bucket of cold water. She suddenly got up from the ground. Her eyes had lost all their sparkle, all the madness they had had. Now they were black again, hiding only fear. Fear that she might actually do it. Throw yourself inside the volcano and thus... Destroy her whole world.

After all, fire wants one. Burn as much as it can, regardless of the fact that in the end it will destroy everything and itself in the end.

She didn't even look back at anything her ancestors might have left in this room that was valuable to them or held great power. Looking back at the painting several times, she ran out of the safe circle. She ran through the wall of flames, running out of the room and slamming the heavy door behind her.

"This is crazy, why did I come here, why did I want to do this..." Amaris grabbed her messy hair and slid to the floor by the door.

Was that why her family didn't want her here? Wouldn't she lose her mind? So that she doesn't lose herself in madness, that she doesn't destroy her home?

When she was in Asgard, no such voice had ever resounded in her head. Is it because she was far from home? It's dangerous for her to be here, was that it? That's why they sent her away?

"I can't stay here, I can't... How can I get revenge if I commit suicide...?" Taking a deep breath, she slowly let go of her hair and got up from the floor.

Composure, it's the only thing that can save her, literally. She needs to calm down, go back upstairs, fix her hair so she doesn't look crazy, and go back to Sindri's house.

This is about her revenge, Kratos can't take that away from her. She was the one who waited ten years to kill them all.

But well, once she was in the aforementioned house, it turned out that Kratos and Freya — and even Atreus. So he came back alone and no one killed him? — They're already in Vanaheim. Freya has been helping her brother against Odin's soldiers for some time now. And Kratos and his son only recently went there. At least that's what she'd learned from Brok and Sindri.

Tyr had never spoken to her. He avoided her gaze and was generally preoccupied with anything away from her.

Never mind. Vanaheim seemed to be her target now as well. She couldn't afford any weakness now, weak people never get their revenge.

And it seemed that her revenge would begin with a person she would once trust with her own life. A person she would gladly snatch the hands with which he held her tightly and prevented her from helping her family.

They should have killed her then.

"Let's not kill her, what if it comes to Ragnarök? It rises from fire, you said yourself Allfather that perhaps she could control it?" — she had never heard this conversation. The conversation that saved her life.

-> Next chapter -> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

tags: @violet2507 @zoleea-exultant @dijanur

#god of war heimdall #heimdall #god of war ragnarok #gow heimdall #heimdall god of war #god of war #gow #heimdall gow #heimdall x oc #kratos #freya #freya gow #gow ragnarok #kratos gow

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tales-of-sweets · 2 years

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Symphonia Thoughts Pt. 6

Under the cut like usual!👇🏾

Finally found out why Regal won't enter that city... damn Regal. And Presea too, she's lost everyone now :( I guess I shoulda seen that coming. I'm a little confused though? She was just his servant? The way he acted about her leading up to this had me thinking it was someone super personal to him like his child or love interest. Am I missing something? Uhhh, I do not trust this Mithos kid like AT ALL. His one skit was Genis was kinda sketch. Where he was talking about how humans killed his parents and how he hated them for it and he was like "You understand, right?" Like okay, are we trying to turn him into a half-elf supremacist too? Let's not put thoughts in the poor guy's head. And then in the other skit where the Kendama switched courses to avoid hitting Raine and Colette thought maybe her power did it his response to that was weird. Idk, I don't really like him so far and his friendship with Genis makes me uneasy. Genis please, I will be so sad if you betray it, it will hurt worse than Kratos. Speaking of Kratos, idk what to believe or who to trust. He seems to be trying to help us but now we have also partnered with Yuan. It seems like (judging by their past little confrontations and the fact that Yuan straight up tried to murder him once) that they're on opposing sides... so I'm really wondering if either of them are trustworthy since at the end of the day they both have Cruxis connections. We are back in Sylvarant now, which is inferior in every other way EXCEPT for the fact that I can buy eggs again now which means I can force Colette to eat obscene amounts of fried rice with bell peppers until she hates Lloyd. I plan to spend a few days doing nothing but grinding to get her affection down. The way I clapped my hands and cheered out loud when I finally found a place that sold them after looking everywhere. I originally wanna gonna try for Sheena for Lloyd's soulmate but she barely likes him rn lol😔 Zelos and Colette are already at a high ranking but she's the current highest so I guess I'll try to knock her out of the top spot and aim for Zelos since he's already there. I like Colette but so much of the story already revolves around her, I would rather someone who isn't her have the top spot so they can have more scenes. The Katz village is too cute, I want to live there.

This guy lol I don't have much to say about him but do I really need to?

Raine... I wonder why she was left at the gate thing (forget the name) and what exactly that means... Why am I so on edge feeling like everyone is about to betray us? Colette is keeping secrets again, Raine found out something troubling about her past, Mithos is feeding Genis weird ideas, we're probably gonna have to fight Regal when we find out he's the murderer, Sheena was angry that we didn't let her sacrifice herself to Kuchinawa, and then there is Zelos... I got a skit where he jokes about how he should deceive Lloyd and Raine tells him that if he does that then he's forfeiting his life (which like yes, let's go girl, protect your stupid found family son). He says he was just joking... "I think". WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY THIS!? I already thought he was up to something when he wandered off in the renegade base but now he can't even say with confidence that he won't betray what I assume to be a close friend of his? Sir... 😑 Plus judging by what I already know about the choice later, being told he'll have to forfeit his life if he deceives Lloyd is kind of ominous. I have no clue why he dies if he picks Kratos (only that it's seemingly intentional?) but if it's anything related to betrayal... hoo boy, I'm ready (not for him dying, I won't allow it... this time). I had an off feeling about Kuchinawa for a while, he was too nice (this game has taught me to never trust anyone who is kind or helps you out lol). For that matter I don't trust the other dude either tbh... Poor Sheena though, she just can't win. I was glad that everyone (except for Lloyd kinda) didn't push Presea to accept Altessa's apology. Even if he's remorseful it doesn't undo the pain he caused her nor the fact that she lost over a decade of her life because of him. And I have a feeling the death of her sister is related in some way too. I don't think she needs to forgive him. I don't even think she needs to forgive Regal if she doesn't want to. I just hope that she can find comfort and healing someday. It was nice to see her smile, even if it was only that once so far. And lastly, I adore Tabatha with all my heart. She's positively adorable and I love how she just gave us a whole bunch of random stuff for no reason, that was cute.

#tales of symphonia spoilers #jun plays symphonia #tales of series #symphonia

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darkhymns-fic · 3 years

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Hopes of Summer

At what should be a happy family outing, Kratos worries about the inevitable when he catches sight of Anna's Exsphere.

The pain of losing someone should not have been new to him at all.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Kratos Aurion/Anna Irving, Lloyd Irving, Noishe Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Fic for Day 1: Aurion Family Day/Free Day for @krannaweek! This got more angst then I meant it to but with fluff in the end to make up for it.

Kratos had only been eight when he started to learn swordsmanship from his father – true lessons instead of play, wooden blades held in his palms so that he could get used to the weight of eventual metal.

War had already long started. There was no time to rest, not for him. It was something that didn’t need to be said out loud to be understood.

Just the feel of his father’s hands correcting his own (Don’t hold it so tightly, you will break your wrist before long) and the curt nods of a soldier, teaching him to survive.

And in war, you must survive.

Yet even still, Kratos had fallen to his knees, arms shaking with his plain, wooden weapon. In a real battle, the quick lunge from his father’s sword would have ended him right there. Another bloodstain on the grass, another lost soul of the Tethe’allan country. Instead he saw the gleam of the sharp blade pointed at his throat – a split-second, nothing more – before it was pulled back.

“You must keep practicing,” his father told him, a voice that many years later, he could barely recall. He could not remember the man’s face, nor his mother’s. Four thousand years was too long for one to live, too long for one to remember anything of value. “Don’t make any more mistakes.”

Just the sensation of the ache in his palms, the fear that ran through him at the sight of the blade so close, the question in him that rose when he heard those words directed towards him.

You must, you must, you must. Since then, his life had been full of acts that he must do.

But it only made his regrets pile up until it became uncountable.

The calluses from his sword practice would always remind him of that.

When his father later died in battle, he had not wept at all. For that was not something he had ever been taught.

“…You’re not feeling well.” A stated fact more than a question.

Anna pushed aside Kratos’ hand with a sigh. “As I told you for the dozenth time, I’m fine. Don’t fret over me. I barely have room to breathe.”

It was rare for them to room at an inn, but the summer months in Sylvarant could be so unforgiving. No amount of shade was enough to weather the humidity, for his wife or his child. So it had to be an inn, in a small, isolated town, where at least the walls could shelter them from heat – if only briefly.

Yet still, Anna’s face was flushed, her forehead covered by sweat. She sat up, but not without effort.

Kratos held up his hands, as if to reach out to her again. “You should keep resting-”

“What did I just tell you?” She shot back, bit her lip as if just tasting something so bitter. “I’m sorry. But I said that I am alright. I’m just winded from the walk. Let’s enjoy the day, please?”

He didn’t want to keep saying it, despite her complaints. He didn’t want to comment on how much slower her steps seemed to be, on how much paler her skin was, on how often she seemed to lose her breath.

The symptoms were all too obvious by now.

(If he looked further, where her shirt covered it, would he see it? How the skin around her Exsphere was more wrinkled than before, how it must have been red and inflamed, how the pain must have centered there, as it always was…)

He had to stop himself, cutting the despair off, as sharply as cutting off an infected limb.

“Then let me get you some water first before we go out. Is that acceptable?”

She sighed again, but this time with a little smile. “I wonder if you will ever stop being so formal, but I suppose that’s just who you are…”

To the side of her was a small bundle, just underneath the bed covers. It moved and made a sound, a mixture of a snore and a little gurgle. The blanket curled in on itself around that same bundle, until it was all folds and snores.

Kratos looked to the little bundle with concern.

“He can…still breathe under there, yes?”

“You are such a worrier today.” But Anna humored him by carefully unwrapping the blanket, revealing first the soft brown spikes of his hair, and then the puffy curves of his cheeks, along with a clenched fist that was half being sucked on, knuckles disappearing into the boy’s mouth.

Still, Kratos worried a little…

“See? Lloyd is just fine. He’s probably having a nice dream right now!”

Small and vulnerable, stuck in sleep. Lloyd had been crying from the heat, but once inside, he still wanted to curl up in the bedcovers, to stay close to his mother. The inn room was simple, a single room with the window half-open, the curtains letting in the breeze that he wished had been about while they had been walking. The bed itself was small, but he had been fine giving it only to Anna and Lloyd. He didn’t need any sleep himself.

Yet, as Anna reached over to Lloyd, hands gently taking his drool-covered fist, pulling down the red shirt he loved to cover his stomach, a cough left her throat. Then another, and another, making her lean over, back arched like the gentle slope of the hills outside.

Kratos placed his hands on her, his calluses hidden by his gloves, yet could not hide the shaking of his fingers. “Anna!”

She breathed harshly at first, the sound enough to wake up Lloyd fully. Eyes blinked, the same shade as his hair. The child turned around, eyes curious as he watched his father cling to his mother. Could he see the fear that he was feeling right now? Could he even understand?

“Kratos, you’re scaring him.” Anna spoke so clearly, so strongly, that it belied the pained position she was in. She gathered Lloyd into her arms, and the child only continued to blink. He didn’t cry, and this was the same boy that would weep over Noishe not giving him a ride on his back.

“You said you would give me water?” she gently reminded.

Kratos felt the pain in his palms, but swallowed it down, taking a step back. “Forgive me. I will bring you some.”

“Thank you.” Anna raised her head, and she was smiling once more. Lloyd was clinging to her shirt, his hands curling into the fabric and pulling down from the neck.

From there, Kratos saw the hint of the Exsphere. He saw the redness around like a ring, the wrinkled skin, the hurt he knew she felt.

He turned to get the water for from the pitcher set on the side table. He hoped the feeling he felt in his throat wasn’t regret.

Lloyd was laughing wildly, holding out two wooden sticks in his hands as he rode on a whining Noishe, bouncing along in his seat within the green fur and shouting, “Go! Go!”

Kratos had never felt more of a nervous wreck as he watched his son nearly fall several times, always eventually righting himself up with a great show of flailing his small arms. So Kratos hovered near, following along the Arshis as it went in the direction Lloyd was yelling out gleefully, using one of his sticks to point the way.

It was early evening, the air finally cooling down, leaving a gentler summer breeze. Anna was seated in the grass, watching as Lloyd led his mount to wherever he wanted. They had left the inn for a small stroll outside, down by hastily-arranged wooden fences, by the dirt roads that led into the isolated town, where dragonflies flitted about to dance across a small lake that was nearby. Only a few eyes turned their way, most retreating to their homes, though unsure why tourists would ever come to such a place.

Kratos gave little thought to it – only to his son which he continued to fret over, and to Anna that he saw by the corner of his eyes. She was not as pale now, or coughing as much. Still, Kratos saw the occasional tremble.

“Are you sure you can catch up to them?” she called out with a grin. The waning sunlight fell over her hair, burnishing it. He could see the same effect on Lloyd’s hair when he turned to look.

“I am simply watching over him…” he protested, still hands held up, ready to catch his son at any moment.

“And you seem to be doing very well!”

Noishe unexpectedly did a little hop then, one that made Lloyd squeal and Kratos stiffen. One of the dragonflies had rushed across the grass stalks to then land on the animal’s nose. A whine as his paws danced over the ground, with a sneeze to get the dreaded bug off. Lloyd only laughed afterwards, even as he waved his arms to maintain his balance.

Kratos stiffened, resisting the urge to just take Lloyd away and to wrench those sticks from his hands. Anna had insisted he be allowed to play with them, but they had look so rough and crooked, and he could imagine the scratches already on his son’s palms.

“Noishe,” he simply said, his tone having only a hint of hardness. But somehow, Lloyd’s voice was even louder, drowning his out.

“Go!” He was shouting again, trying to slash away at the dragonfly that had so upset Noishe. He missed his swing by a wide margin, but seemed to enjoy the action regardless. “Go, Noishe!”

He saw the creature’s big ears perk up, saw the way he danced around on his paws. Was he listening to Lloyd?

“Goooo!” Lloyd shouted once more, pointing up ahead where a small hill undulated before them, where it led to thickets that dotted the ground, rustling in the breeze.

And somehow, just like that, Noishe had taken off, running so fast as Lloyd shouted into the wind itself. A blur of green and brown, seeming to fly right over the grass to reach the hills and disappear into those same thickets where the sun could not push through, where the leaves seemed to swallow them up immediately, out of sight.

Maybe it was just instinct, in the end.

Kratos had rushed over to them so quickly, he could barely notice his legs moving. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he had slipped and used his wings, foolishly where others could see him, even in such a small, barely populated village. He broke through branches and leaves to catch up to a boy and his dog-like companion who continued to run.

He hadn’t meant to react so hastily, but he still held the image of Anna’s Exsphere in his mind, the meaning of it weighing on his shoulders. It made him feel slow, and weak, and somehow despite all that, he halted in front of Noishe’s path, making the creature stutter in his steps. Lloyd did another squeal, arms stretched out wide as he saw his father with them. He had already lost one of the sticks he had been waving about so proudly.

Kratos rounded on Noishe, voice has hard as flint. “Stop!” He clenched his fists, the tide of anger and fear in him impossible to overturn. “What would happen if he had fallen?! You’re supposed to keep him safe!”

The sound of his own voice, full of incredibly guilt, finally made him stop – but not before it was too late.

It had been enough to make the Arshis do more than halt. A quick backwards step of four paws, upturning the soil beneath. The giant ears that soon edged downwards in a soft arc, the rapid blinking of dark eyes. It was still a marvel that he hadn’t whined right away, even as he soon did so, the sound a little keening as fallen leaves were crushed beneath them.

Lloyd had also stopped, surprised by Noishe’s movements, by his father’s anger. The action made him drop his last branch to the ground…and then the familiar sheen of tears appeared in his eyes.

The sight was nothing new to him at all. But now, just now, he felt something prick his chest, seeing both Lloyd and Noishe shiver, knowing himself to be the reason for it. “Wait, Lloyd-” He walked up to them, all while Lloyd continued to cry harder, and Noishe’s whines matched with his.

His son wept so much. Kratos couldn’t remember the last time he had even shed a tear.

“Can you hold him?” a voice asked him.

There was Anna was to his right. He had no idea how he hadn’t heard her, when he could hear the careful steps of a starving wolf from miles ahead. But when he turned, she was there, her face pale, her hair a little haggard. She had run after them as well, and though she tried to hide it, he could hear her quickened breath.

“Kratos, please,” she said, gesturing as Lloyd continued to cry, his tears falling onto Noishe’s fur. “And put your wings away.”

So he had used them, only now noticing the glow of blue that cast over her, the motes of sapphire in the air. Hastily, he de-summoned them, feeling foolish.

But the tone in her voice was different than usual, something he couldn’t place. Was she angry at him? Disappointed? But he couldn’t deny her instructions, and so Kratos went to pick up Lloyd who continued to sniffle, but now right into his very shirt. (He could wash it later, he supposed).

Noishe had then gone to lay down in the grass, tail laying dejected, his fur making him blend in with the greenery all too well, almost hiding too well within the thicket they had blundered into. But still he saw the dark paws stand out, along with the pink of the Arshis’ tongue, half-lolling from his mouth from the heat that still lingered, and the exertion from before. He looked so ashamed that it made Kratos regret his earlier words.

It was something he found himself often doing.

He was surprised though to see Anna kneel besides Noishe, hands reaching out to scratch behind one of his giant ears. The whining continued, but it lowered considerably, along with a tail lightly thumping the ground.

Kratos still felt Lloyd crying into his shirt, completely unsure of what to say.

“You know,” she said, fingers finding the right spot for Noishe, his eyes closing, his great head leaning against her hand. “You are not as good at hiding your secrets as you think you are.”

A sentence that left him stunned, if only for a little while. Lloyd’s cries lessened, and by now he could feel his shirt becoming drenched with snot. He patted his son’s head and let his fingers tangle in his messy hair.

“You look at me like I will die at any moment now.”

The chill ran up his spine, immobilizing everything except his voice. “No, I’m- I’m not. I am only worried. The weather has not been good for your condition-”

“And what is my condition, Kratos?” Anna raised her head, and with the sunshine angling down, it was hard to see her expression, the way the light cast shadows from the trees, the way it made his eyes blink. “You still haven’t told me what this thing I carry will do to me. But I guess you don’t really need to. I’ve known for a long time what will happen. I’ve been at that ranch for longer than I would care to remember.”

A small hiccup from Lloyd against his chest. Kratos thumped a hand against his back, trying to soothe such them away. “Anna…”

She turned away, instead facing Noishe again, planting both hands into the creature’s fur to continue her petting. Noishe let her, knowing now this was more for herself than for him. He hair fell, revealing the chain of a pendant he had given to her long ago.

“I don’t want you to look at me like that. I…don’t want to be reminded of what will happen to me…” She freed one hand from the fur to wipe at her eyes. “Because I see how it eats at you, until you let it show. I only want…to enjoy what we have. I don’t want this…thing I have.. to hang over us until then.”

Another soft hiccup from Lloyd. He had his eyes half-shut, his crying making him sleepy. This was fairly normal for him.

Kratos took a breath, then sat down on the grass next to Anna, just a few feet away from Noishe. He took a moment to speak, finding everything in his much too long years giving him absolutely nothing.

But soon, he had to say something, even if it was weak and uninspired.

“It is no excuse… but I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry.” He rubbed Lloyd’s back, watching how his son’s blinking was slowing, how the eyelids fell. “I just don’t want to…lose this.” And he realized then, the fear that held him. “I never want to lose this. But acting like this will only…make it seem like I already have. I’m sorry…”

She faced him, and he saw again her Exsphere, still looking pained. He knew how the stone would soon take everything away from her, and it was hard to not think on it. The future had suddenly felt so dark and ominous, with no clear roads to turn to.

But when she looked at him, he saw a curious change in her eyes. Something of bewilderment. Not the first time he had seen it from her, for he tended to do things that confused her, but he was not sure of what could cause it, at this moment.

“You’re crying,” she said. And with that, she stretched her hand to brush at his hair. “Huh. Now I know where Lloyd gets it from.”

Kratos blinked, and just then he felt it. The soft trek of a tear down his cheek. It confused him greatly. He reached out wipe it away, the sensation so unfamiliar that he wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling. “I’m…sorry, I didn’t-”

“Now why are you apologizing over that?” Anna shook her head, then leaned in. The action was quick, her lips over his, the kiss warm and heating up his face significantly. All the while, Lloyd continued to snore in his arms.

From the closeness, he saw her Exsphere up close. The pain there was still apparent, skin around it still inflamed, but the fear he felt was not as prominent anymore. Not with her kissing him to soothe it all away.

Anna was smiling when she leaned back, once again running a hand through his hair, playing with it. “You can be so silly sometimes.”

“Uh.” Kratos once again had no idea what to do with her words. He flushed, eyes turned back to Lloyd as he slept on. “T-Thank you…”

There was just the wind rustling the grass, the chirping of crickets as the sky above them darkened. Noishe had stopped whining, but he still looked a bit dejected, his great head on his paws. The Arshis’ own apology was plain on his face.

Kratos sighed, reaching to pet his devoted friend on the head. “I should be apologizing to you as well, Noishe… I’m sorry to have ruined our family day.”

Anna gently pushed him on the shoulder. “You haven’t ruined anything… but maybe you could learn to ease up. For all of our sakes?”

He smiled at her, still remembering her warmth that washed away the hurt in him. Even so, another tear fell down his cheek.

To think he could miss a feeling he was never sure of ever having.

It was already nighttime once they walked back to the inn. Kratos had walked carefully, careful not to bounce Lloyd too much with each step that he took. But the boy continued to sleep, making small noises as he drooled once again on his shirt.

“See?” Anna said, giggling. “He’s having another nice dream.”

The way she nudged him just then was subtle, but he saw it in her eyes. How she looked to Lloyd, and how she had let Kratos carry him all the way, Noishe trailing behind them happily, nose occasionally poking the back of Anna’s head.

“Here, you can hold him now,” he told her, and gently gave her their son to clasp.

“Certain I won’t get tired, are you?” she said, but he saw how eagerly she went to hold Lloyd. And it seemed that Lloyd seemed to like this new change, his tiny arms moving to wrap around her neck, to make more little noises that were hums and the like.

Again, with the motion and the weight of the child on her, the collar of her shirt shifted down. Once again Kratos saw the Exsphere, same as it was, but with a tinge of blue to its surface – alive in its very own, strange way, a parasite that continued to live in her.

The sadness was still there, fear of what was to come next. He had never wept for his father’s death, or his mother’s – or perhaps he just didn’t remember it. But if he would lose her…. then what next?

Quickly, before she could see the expression on his face, he bent down to kiss at the space just above her Exsphere. The heat of her skin, the hardness of the stone against his lips. Anna made a small squeak at the action.

“Kratos!” But there was laughter mixed in, one hand pressed against her mouth to keep it muffled. “Are you…trying to kiss it better now?”

Something about the words, the way she said it, and her bright voice altogether, once again washed away the despair to the very corners of his mind. “Then you must tell me if it is working.”

“Hm…I don’t know.” She tilted her head in thought. “Perhaps you’ll need to do it a bit more so I can be sure.”

Ah, again she could make him flush like a fool sometimes. But the smile she gave him was worth it.

With the stars above them, and Lloyd sleeping soundly, he felt he could still find a hope for the future somehow. That it was something the eventual pain could never drown out.

Maybe he could believe that.

#tales of symphonia #kratos aurion #krannaweek2021 #kranna #anna irving #lloyd irving #noishe #fanfiction #oneshot

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disgustingtrash · 3 years

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God of war thought vomit

Pls don’t bully me for all of my half baked

“ theories “ or my HORRID spelling...

Why did the giants break the Atreus healing/killing kratos drawing so much? Change of prophecy? Faye not wanting to accept it ? Thor was at the giants place and ruined wanting to take kratos life for himself? Most of the drawing is ruined and we can’t see what else is to happen beside Atreus healing/killing Kratos. Not only is most of the drawing ruined but it is also COVERED!!! It’s covered by a curtain. Why? Why would whoever ruined the drawing want to cover it up? A change in fate so last minute the giants tried destroying the evidence but they were rushed for some reason and covered hoping no one would find it? Why is it covered!!!!! Another thing , the door that leads to the highest peak. That bit is smashed in , so I assume the room was just a room maybe for worship or was created by Faye to tell a story. At some point tho the door is created and we miss the part that is smashed in. The part is smashed for a door, than why is the Atreus kill/heal part also smashed? For what purpose? Every other part of the mural is fine beside a few non interfering cracks but the kill/heal is almost all gone. Another door to somewhere? Hidden secrets perhaps

Atreus and Kratos healing drawing. Healing? Is Atreus donating some of his own soul to his father to revive him? Or is Atreus stealing kratos’ soul?

We fight freya in her Valkyrie form! Talks about how she wants her wings back, and how much she wants to kill kratos. Maybe if kratos kills thor she gets real pissed and talks w Odin saying that if she gets her wings back she can kill kratos.

The giants called Faye their guardian and she would “ return” in their time of need but she didn’t really guard or protect shit. shit. Maybe her ashes will revive the giants since they were all glittery. The return of Faye could also mean just re uniting with her people as ashes. Could as be that she left the guardian of giants role bc she chose a life with kratos hence the argument with the giants. OR could also be the guardian of giants with Atreus , who is part giant and will let the giant race live on.

Kratos killed the sisters of fate in his own land, he can change his fate how ever he wants. Kratos is not of Norse decent so he is not bound by the fate everyone there is ( if fate does exist in cold ppl world ) , perhaps fate of Norse lands did not expect Kratos who is not bound to their rules of life progression. Kratos can fuck up Norse mythology however he wants.

What if Faye was the one who made all the drawings in the ending room? We know she knew that they got there since her gold pathing is on the rocks. Nowhere BUT in the end is kratos mentioned, I would think some random god from another land fucking everything up would be very important to write down somewhere but it isn’t. Unless I’ve missed lore , the only place kratos is told of is in the ending drawings. Maybe the giants did not see kratos coming , and only Faye knew? The room is opened with all the carvings made by the dead giants , maybe Faye was the last and when she got to the giants land she tore down the past depictions of ragnork and re made them to include kratos since he did make ragnork happen like 100 winters early or something like that. This would explain the broken wall where kratos is seen held in the lap of Atreus. She was making the drawings in a rush and couldn’t complete the rest of the wall.

Pls go to the end of this specific “ theory “ I kinda debunked it 😔😔

Can tyre time travel??? I feel like I should remember something like this :/ In tyre tomb we see the Greek pot with kratos depicted on it , him and the blades. So I’m gonna guess this is by the time kratos is the new god of war ( 28 yrs old according to the wiki ) and ppl r worshiping him ( like how they worship all gods). If Tyre was alive when kratos was the god of war surely Tyre must’ve been young when he died since kratos is like what? 50? And Atreus is 10 or 12? So all of the messy shit must’ve happened when kratos was traveling to Norse lands. But that dosent make sense since everything is talked about as if it was forever ago. So... did kratos time travel??? Bc in game he thinks time travel is crazy but is somehow around for all dis other shit. Tyre being able to time Tavel dosent explain how kratos is so young in GOW4. Just remember kratos IS super fucking old and cannot die from old age despite not being immortal. If I remember right Zeus was like “fuck you

* stab *, now you aren’t immortal lmao “ .

:/ now this “ theory “ is very dumb, pls ignore 😌 don’t wanna remove tho so I can come back incase something else is reviled

Not really a theory , but I think Atreus is gonna have a good/ hero type arc. A lot of people r making it out for him to be evil and that makes a ton of sense seeing real Norse mythology, but I think kratos will be a better dad and instill some yummy good people traits into Atreus. This has no evidence which is why I’m not calling it a theory!

About the actual giant drawing itself , what if kratos is putting something into Atreus instead of Atreus bestowing something upon kratos? What if Kratos is giving up his life for Atreus? Not likely since the body is very weak obv .Another thought , what if Atreus is sharing knowledge with the corpse who I’m assuming is kratos even tho my only evidence is 1- Atreus sad and 2- beard. OOO what if kratos is gifting Atreus his god powers? Making Atreus Loki and the god of war( I guess the Greek god of war but beside the point ). So the world servant is Loki’s son. And the drawing kinda looks like the world serpent even though I believe it’s words and not a snake let me throw some shit out there. What if this is not kratos ( or is idc ) and Atreus is using the body as a vessel to birth the world snake? Maybe stealing the persons life to bring about the ending or ragnork in the form of snake ?

It might not be kratos on da wall. The skirt color is off , looks like he’s kinda wearing an eye patch ( unless his eyes were gauged out ) , and his missing foot. But you go “ it was smashed out! We can see it!” Perhaps not. If you look at the leg , the smashed bit is LINED!!! His missing leg is definite and inked , unlike the arm which was smashed out since it lacks the defining outline. I don’t know of anyone with a missing leg or is super close with Atreus that he’d be crying over it tho. Also , on the farther leg from us , it looks like on the inner thigh there is a tattoo, unless this is like a pouch idk if Kratos is hiding a sexy sexy leg tat. To add , we never see kratos shirtless in GOW4 , or without shoes or pants and in the drawing he’s both pantless , shoeless and shirtless.

This is also not a theory , just over thinking. What if Atreus never turned out to be a warrior? What if he took more of tyres path gathering knowledge and not fighting skill. Would kratos still love him? Faye WAS a warrior. Atreus eventually becomes very useful and is super strong by the end of the game since we murdered baulder together. But like... what if Atreus just didn’t? Does kratos love Atreus cause he’s his son or because he becomes capable? Ik I’m digging to far In but I love hurting myself with ‘ what if’s ‘.

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war 4 #god of war 5 #god of war theory #Atreus #kratos

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midas-or-khaos · 3 years

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Wrong place, Wrong time. Part 1

God of war x borrower oc story

“-And remember, DON’T touch anything! Reavers aren’t exactly a clean bunch,” a gurgling followed. “Ugh, really bad at keeping anything clean in fact.” The poor man really could be a worry wart at times (and a clean freak as always).

“Sindri, I’ll be fine. I promise! Cross my heart and everything. The whetstone will probably be kept somewhere safe if it’s precious enough to be stolen, so it’ll hopefully be clean when I find it.”

“Oh. Well, I hadn’t thought of that. Just...stay safe ok? And don’t get caught!”

“I won’t, I never do. See you soon!”

Reluctantly the dwarf answered,“See you soon jojo.” But the poor dwarf’s knee couldn’t stop shaking, thinking about worst case scenarios. Jojo knew he’d just have to prove poor Sindri wrong once again. Maybe one of these days he’d actually learn there was no use worrying himself into a frenzy. Taking off, the 5 inch figure wasn’t stopped as he scurried along natural ledges in walls, and began his descent into the heart of the earth.

Jojo didn’t see what all the worry was for. One of the few perks of being a borrower was often big folk like Reavers or monsters were always too busy looking ahead for bean sized people, that they never looked far enough down to see him. He knew the dwarf didn’t like asking him for help, even though the boy often came to Sindri’s shop outside ‘Fafnir’s storeroom’ (or whatever he called it) asking for challenges and new borrowing spots.

Most borrowers would call it suicide to be talking to beans and other big folk, ESPECIALLY with all the new monsters that have started popping up recently. Hel walkers they’re called apparently. But Jojo wasn’t most. He’d sought out his favourite Dwarf and brother when his parents died drowning in the lake of nine when the waters suddenly flooded, leaving their 8 year old son to fend for himself. Not immediately, obviously. No, at that point he was still a weedy little scaredy cat himself, not able to be even in the same area when footstep started to shake the earth. It could only last so long though. He hadn’t been old enough to be taken out borrowing before being left alone, and supplies ran low quickly. So, spurt of the desperate, when he saw the two set up shop outside his home in the foothills, the child decided to stride right out into the open and ask for food.

4 years later and he still never regretted that decision. Still scrawny, “the side effect of being young” said Brok, but definitely more confident. Brok taught him a lot of that confidence (and a whole lot of swear words too, despite Sindri’s attempts to undo his brother’s work) and Sindri taught him kindness and generosity. The generosity was only spent on the brothers, because who else was he going to see? No borrower would trust another that hung around beans, and Sindri wouldn’t let him be found by anyone if he had anything to say about it, but kindness he tried to show all IF he could without getting sliced in half.

Gathering focus for the change in environment, the world became darker. White, natural light was flittering out, slowly being replaced by the ethereal glow of blue crystals bouncing off liquid smooth stone corridors leading into a fatal drop. An underground ravine. Nothing had shown its face yet, though the odd grunt of some undead beastie would make itself known now and then. Being so small meant there was no need to cross the water below, or find ways to get the chain ropes down so as to climb across. All he had to do was stick close to the roof where stalactites could be leapt between till he reached some valley in the wall to rest. Nothing too hard. Looking for the fist place to jump, a low hanging spine was just a couple of feet away (to Jojo); taking a leap of faith, the boy managed to snag the tail end. Right, next one. Leaping like a lemur the drop was easily avoided, and soon something came into view. Sunlight yellow was beginning to mix with the unnatural blue, and Jojo knew there was an opening into the outside world around the corner. Good, finally he would be able to see, though he would be easier to spot in the illumination of day.

Sindri

How had Brok convinced him to let Jojo go treasure hunting alone? So many traps, monsters, ancients even! “He’ll be fine” said Brok when the two had discussed it together during one of their rare ‘chats for important matters’. So nonchalantly Brok threw out, “Kid’s never been seen before, he ain’t gonna be now!” We’ll that was just testing fate wasn’t it! The rhythmic thumping of hammer to metal was doing nothing to take his mind off the matter, and a few too many near misses to his thumb told Sindri he wasn’t going to get any real work done at this rate. Perhaps he should have a break and go visit Ivaldi’s workshop?

“Hey Sindri!”

“Agh!!!!” Both hammer and work went flying overhead, just missing the flat of his skull. The lithe boy in question at least had the gall to go red, abashed as he walked over to the Dwarf’s workbench, scratching at the buzzed fuzz across the side his head.

“Sorry.”

“Well you should be! That could’ve hurt you OR me, and all the infections that could get in-”

“Boy, be careful.”

The source of the voice sat further back up the slate corridor, hidden in shadow, hawkish gold glowed beneath a heavy brow.

“Sorry father.” Atreus called back to the hidden figure.

With meaningful strides, the figure came into the light of day, bleach white skin, jet black beard and a crimson tattoo striped across an eye setting the figure apart as none other than his worst fear. Kratos. Why? Why were these two here?

“What brings you two to my place of work to scare me?”

Leaning on the edge of his (freshly cleaned) work bench, the spritely youth explained with excitement, “We’re gonna get that whetstone you wanted!”

Shit! He’d mentioned that to them, hadn’t he? Why had they come to fulfill that promise now, when they seemed so disinterest in before?

“O-o-ooooohhhhh yeahhhhhhh, THAT whetstone. Well...”

Atreus leaned in with a head tilt and a brow lifted, “...well? What’s wrong, did you find it already?”

“No-“

“-No? Then what’s the problem?”

“Speak clearly, we have come for the promise of improvements.” Straight to the point, both father and son were on edge now.

Damn it, he was digging a hole for himself again. Stupid mouth. Obviously, if the two of them went in those mines, there was a chance his kid would get spotted and wearing that rat skin outfit, either of the pair could mistake Jojo for an actual rat and hit him with something. Oooooo, that’s horrifying, don’t think about that! Ughhhh don’t vomit! Don’t-...But On the other hand, there was a chance that the father/son duo could clear the way and make it safer for his boy to get back. And more searching eyes makes for less work. Sindri would just have to encourage them not to be too... liberal with their killing.

“Yes the offer is still there, but you must heed this warning.”

“You mentioned no warning before, why?” The irritation lacing the bestial man’s tone didn’t keep itself hidden, growls billowing out that barrel chest. The dwarf didn’t shirk away like a turtle. Not at all.

“O-oh-well-I didn’t know before. Bbbbut I got new information...from Brok. He said not tooooooo... kill the ratssssss?”

The growls took a higher pitch.

“Errrrr, ok? Are the rats protected are something?” Quizzed Atreus, bringing the blacksmith off the subject of the terrifying god before him. A perfect excuse.

“YES! Yes, sorry, the rats are the protected subjects of Freya. Wouldn’t want to upset her right?!”

“Oh! Well, she never mentioned that when we met her.” These two met FREYA! Of course they had, who was he kidding, they’d met everyone and probably started a fight with them too.

“Must’ve slipped her mind, now hurry up! Don’t want any drauger or wolves to get their disgusting hands all over it! Otherwise it’ll be so dirty even I won’t be able to clean it!”

The excuse was enough. The two turned (but not before the kid’s enthusiastic good bye) and disappeared below the cramped passage into the inky black mines, their footsteps echoing out.

“Please let this be the right idea.” Huffed out Sindri with stale, held breath, shaking his head at his own recklessness.

Jojo

Making the last of his descent down the sheer cliff walls, vibrant green broke the dead stone and made life at the edge of the darkness. The sweet ache from overworked tendons and muscles began the slow process of slipping away, fresh air and bird song rejuvenating the boy’s ambition to find his prize, a grin pulling at bubbly cheeks. He was halfway now! Strolling through the ivy, form barely making a rustle, sunlight illuminated the boy’s way through the thickets. Brok mentioned that before he reached the main chamber where the actual traps and treasure was kept, there was a ‘small’ field for him to cross with bits of precious metals along the way. Jojo knew he’d need to make height soon in order to know where he was going, but this time it’d have to be calculated; all black stood out in all this greenery. Now where to go? Rocks. He could use the rocks as an outpost to look out: dark coloured, easy to climb and easy to blend into. Just a matter of reaching it. Strolling through the ivy, the speckled light beaming on the crumbled earth was just enough to guide the way forward, boots barely making a sound.

Squawk

Stopping dead, a cold trail prickled along his back. The boy made the slowest tilt back possible to peak throught the canopy, trying to avoid detection. Too late, looking with a ghostly green eye, a monsterous raven was stalking with keen interest, perched almost serenely upon it’s watch point. Ravens weren’t notorious borrower hunters, seeing people like him often as a chore to catch and consume. But rats...rats were their favourite.

And he was dressed as one.

Atreus

“Father, what do you think had Sindri so shook?”

“Anything, boy. The dwarf has a talent for fear.” No denying that, agreed the doe eyed boy. Sindri did fear just about everything.

Crouching did nothing for the chalk giant, disgruntled grunts sounding out amongst the overhead drips of droplets every time his bald head scraped the sandpaper rough ceiling. It’s one of the few examples in life that made Atreus happy to be short. Yowls were coming from further into the mineshaft, but drauger were a minor setback, easily dispatched.

“Be on your guard boy, we are nearing danger.”

Jojo

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“ How could one bird be more persistent then all the drauger in the world?

SSSSSQQQQUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!

Too close! Every attack was only wearing the borrower down more; the saving grace from this endless stream of dive bombs was that in the bird’s haste, it made enough flapping to give its location away at all times, making it easier to dodge. But now Jojo was lost, lost and close to just falling down if his quaking limbs were anything to go by.

Atreus

“Well that was easy.”

A sagely look was drawn toward Atreus, not angry, but not impressed, “Easy because there are two of us, boy, but don’t let your guard down because you perceive an enemy as ‘easy’.”

Always one to lecture. “Yes sir.”

The cave entrance as coming into sight, stoic father and brash son walking side by side. With electrical arrows at the ready and frosty axe drawn the odd pair walked into daylight, sun illuminating the thick blood staining their skin and wares. Both were ready for any kind of battle ahead, be it fierce or simple.

Well, except for the kind of battle that they stumbled onto.

“Father? What’s wrong with that bird?” Quizzed Atreus, looking up, but Kratos was busy scanning the wooded field

“It hunts for prey boy, pay it no mind.” No beating around the bush.

“But it looks like one of Odin’s crows.”

The barely there expression of strained, chalk temples and widening, heavy set eyes might as well have been a scream.“Shoot it down.”

This rarity was not lost on the boy, heart pounding in response. If his ever-stoic dad was frightened, this was more of a danger than he had anticipated. Wasting no time, Atreus locked on as the bird went for another dive, and let loose a wizzing arrow. It fired true puncturing the breast and punching through to the other side with a resounding crack of the rib cage. The creature never hit its mark, breaking apart in a surprising burst of green flame, but never actually setting anything on fire. The witchcraft of Odin was strange indeed.

The boy couldn’t feel pleasure out of his elegant kill, still too shaken by what he’d seen. Atreus knew better than to ask his father what was wrong, the man would switch on him like a rabid dog driven mad by rabies if any fear was ever acknowledged.

“We go on, boy.”

Kratos took the lead, heading further uphill into the tree trunk horizon, sun spilling over the crest and illuminating some of the lower valley where the boy stood. Atreus made no move to follow. If he was to get answers, it would have to be now whilst his father charged on unaware. Tip toeing over to where the bird would have fallen, eyes trained on his father, the archer found his arrow wedged fast into the soft earth with wandering hands. Turning his gaze for just a moment to inspect his find, there were signs of burns, suggesting that the animal must’ve been made of pure magic; probably a spy of some kind if Odin had anything to do with it, the man was notoriously suspicious and crafty (even all seeing as his mother had mentioned) so would want to know at all times what was going on in midguard. Hold on... pulling the tip of the spear out, a rat skin sat pierced at the end. Weird thing was though, it was clean, even looking tanned on the inside like some kind of weird miniature hooded tunic! This wasn’t an animal the crow had caught and killed, but clearly was worn by the thing that the bird was after on the ground. Wait... Sindri mentioned not killing any rats, but this one was allowed to die and be made into clothes, meaning Freya wasn’t protecting the rats at all. Sindri was lying, he was protecting whoever wore this tunic-

“BOY! COME!”

Oops. He’d zoned out too long.

“Father, I think Sindri was lying!”

Footstep were coming down behind him in a charge. Curiosity wouldn’t let him leave, but flight was making his feet flitter and shake, ready to take off from the raging bull behind him.

“Did I just not tell you to follow?! The dwarf is of no concern-“ Fighting curiosity won over.

“DAD! Just. Look.”

Turning back and presenting the tunic to the man who’d finally reached him, the golden hue burned brightly with hatful embers down at the find. Just as quickly the gaze focused back on the child. He neither cared nor understood.

“It’s a tunic, made from the skin of a rat. Sindri said the rats here were under the protection of Freya, but if that were true, this one wouldn’t be dead and Odin’s ravens wouldn’t dare go after it. Sindri’s hiding something.”

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wr173r-8l0ck · 3 years

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What if My Hero Academia Characters were in the Riordanverse pt. 1: Students

Yeah, yeah, this is just MHA students for now, I’ll have other characters soon, okay! Anyway, here’s MHA students of 1A and 1B (including Shinso) as demigods in the Riordanverse!

Yuga Aoyama: Son of Aphrodite. Not even a good one, unless you need someone blinded by his glitter-gun. Oh yeah, he has a glitter gun with lasers for maximum flare. Is he completely over-the-top? Absolutely. But is he good in a fight? Surprisingly, yes, kind of very, turns out glitter confuses monsters very well.

Mina Ashido: Daughter of Hermes and legacy of Hecate, capable of inhuman movements and can produce a slime that magically dissolves anything. She also tattooed her eyes black and yellow for some weird masochistic reason that no one, including herself, doesn’t understand. She’s still neat though.

Tsuyu Asui: She’s a frog-turned-human by Ochako. She still has her tongue, leaps, hops, camouflage, a reversible stomach and poison that can kill a group of whales. And he can still inflate her throat like a balloon, which makes for good scares. Very good scares…

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads with those thunder thighs! Which he actually does quite often. He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Ochako Uraraka: Daughter of Hecate, she specializes in a set of spells that manipulate an individual object’s or being’s gravitational pull. It’s gotten to the point where she makes anything she touches with five fingers on one hand, it will float, no matter what, which is why she wears gloves all the time. She likes floating whoever she finds particularly annoying way up into the sky.

Mashirao Ojiro: Son of Mars, he’s an expert martial artist and very, very good at multiple of them. He’s lost multiple sparring partners because of his profinity with a number of weapons, and his lethality without any weapons. Seriously, he once defeated a Drakon with his bare hands! And another dead drakon’s teeth!

Denki Kaminari: Legacy of Zeus and Apollo, each by about 50 generations. About as bright as his godly ancestors (not very), but he still makes one Hel of a lightning bolt, and he’s also pretty good with a guitar and lyre. And classical literature and culture, like Apollo’s Kettle, who taught him all that?!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son/creation of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle. Unless you’re an enemy, his bear hugs can break spines and it’s fucking terrifying.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit. Oh yeah, he can one-shot a hellhound with one punch (que the epic op) to the head.

Mezo Shoji: Son of Ares, he’s surprisingly level-headed. And malicious. Seriously, this guy always has at least ten different weapons on him, on top of him knowing a variety of potentially lethal moves. His arms are known as the Anacondas for a reason. Well, he lost his two precious anacondas in battle, but now he has six bronze automaton anacondas, fuly articulated and loaded up with all kinds of weapons for maximum effectiveness in battle! Actually fuck that, he’s way more terrifying now, who let him get all that stuff?!

Kyoka Jiro: Daughter of Apollo, she’s a top-tier musician, singer and is moderate with a bow and arrow. She can whistle in the ultrasonic range, clap like thunder, sing and play like either a sweet little bird or a whole-ass heavy metal choir without ruining her vocal cords, and she gives the opposite amount of fucks that Zeus does (ie. zero).

Hanta Sero: Son of Hermes, he inherited a pair of magical tape dispensers that can dispense any tape in any amount of any properties he chooses. He uses them to swing around like Spider-Man, which made him a regular visitor of the infirmary until Momo made him a special harness to keep his joints from dislocating. Somehow, he still gets his shoulders dislocated.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy and wholesome relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon, and they even help each other (or embarass, take your pick) in social interactions.

Shoto Todoroki: A Legacy, descendant of Hel and Surtr, capable of making ice that freezes fire, and fire that burns ice. He gives so little shit he’s actually oblivious to social cues, which makes for more than a few funny moments on quests with him.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes. Campers often say hi to her even if she’s not there just in case.

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of combat so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage and passion into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages in case he does go deaf.

Izuku Midoriya: Son of Athena that was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a powerful enchantment formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need, and bestowed upon the most well-meaning and kind-hearted individuals of an era. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary. The healers and smiths absolutely loathe him by now.

Minoru Mineta: Died on a quest. His quest-mates say ‘by accident’. Everyone knows it was very deliberate, but then again, everyone hated him and is fine with him dead. Some people wanted to be the ones to kill him though.

Momo Yaoyorozu: A Legacy, granddaughter of Hephaestus and Athena, capable of making virtually any machine. She’s also very fidgety, and once made an entire army of fully autonomous grass soldiers that went on to terrorize the other campers for a bit. In thirty minutes.

Yosetsu Awase: Son of Hephaestus, he also likes to make stuff. Though mostly he combines already existing tools, gadgets and machines, and makes weird amalgamations. He once fused an automaton bull, an automaton dragon and a school bus, and it actually, somehow, despite all logic and reason, fucking works.

Sen Kaibara: Son of Ares, he’s pretty chill compared to his kin (especially Katsuki and Setsuna), mainly due to him bottling up his anger. Which he can unleash as tornadoes around his limbs, which he can use to drill through walls. Thank gods he doesn’t lose it too often.

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) in combat, and even axes, shovels, various lawn mowers...

Shihai Kuroiro: Son of Nyx, him and Tokoyami get along exceptionally well. Given his ability to shadow-travel and use shadows and darkness as materials to make some pretty nifty weapons only he can use, he’s strangely bright and like a Sun. At least among the two stepbrothers of darkness, and the bar for eing the sunny one is set very low.

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying. Mostly Monoma. Scratch that, especially Monoma. Okay, nevermind, only Monoma.

Yui Kodai: Daughter of Trivia. She excels in potions and spells that manipulate the size of objects, so much so that she has to resort to gloves because she now naturally makes things smaller with her left hand, or bigger with her right hand. She’s the calm one of the 20 people here.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Ibara Shiozaki: Daughter of Demeter, she dyes her hair green with actual chlorophyll for some reason (“To feel one with the beautiful plants,” she says), but she can also grow and manipulate vines and other vine-like plants, along with trees, quite effectively, and she has some rose and poison oak (she’s immune to it) seeds in her hair. Don’t ask, her answers are just as ridiculous as the chlorophyll-dyed hair.

Jurota Shishida: Son of Mars, he’s been cursed by most likely Hera to be a humanoid boar/dog thing. He’s especially good at wrestling, and is very diplomatic in his approach. Until he gets pissed, then he charges like a boar and yes, he keeps those tusks of his sharp.

Niregeki Shoda: Legacy of Hermes, son of Hephaestus, he likes to make explosives and plant them everywhere. More than a few campers were scared. Except Katsuki, who tried to outdo the ground (Niregeki’s mine) in explosive yield and put skylight access in the roof of Bunker 9. Niregeki had to repair it.

Pony Tsunotori: Legacy of Poseidon, she can shapeshift. She likes to shapeshift into horses, bulls, deer and goats (including mooses and buffalo), and she has a nifty gadget from the Hephaestus and Vulcan campers in the shape of horns that transform with her, giving her detachable remote-control horns.

Kosei Tsuburaba: Legacy of Jupiter, son of Ares, he’s competitive and can make walls and blades out of air. Especially annoying for monsters because they can’t get to him, period, and every time they try, they don’t get past his walls of air for a whole minute before someone either cuts/hacks/slices them to bits, freezes/burns them alive, blows them up with their fists/explosives/expanding stones they previously ingested or some other way of disposing of a monster.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Son of Vulcan, capable of turning to pure steel over his entire body, also increasing his strength. Because of this, and his tendency to go hard whenever he’s excited, he’s made his friends frequent the infirmary for bruises and broken ribs. Except Kirishima.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her, and yes, no one really believes that story either) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan and her half-siblings.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

Neito Monoma: Legacy of, you guessed it, Zeus! He has a superiority complex because of this, and he frequents the infirmary on the basis of Itsuka or whoever he was annoying KOing him constantly. All that brain damage probably isn’t helping his mental issues…

Reiko Yanagi: Daughter of Hecate she can make things she touches float and fly around using some sort of incantation. The biggest she can do is double her own body weight, but that doesn’t stop her from delivering high-speed flying punches and scaring other campers.

Hiryu Rin: Son of Mars and Legacy of Poseidon, he can shapeshift into various animals. Most notably a mix of human, hedgehog and a lizard. Sharp, painful and deadly precise. And also meditating. And a lot of it.

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l0uk45 · 4 years

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If students from class 1A and 1B were part of the Riordanverse:

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads! Which he does do quite often! He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of war so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages.

Izuku Midoriya: A mortal, capable of seeing through the mist, was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a spirit formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary.

Class 1B:

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) and even a few lawn mowers, shovels, axes...

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

#my hero memes #my hero academia #riordan universe #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #magnus chase #the kane chronicles

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howler518 · 5 years

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Faye x Kratos CH 7: Faith

KRATOS

The traveler unnerved Kratos. In another life, that man could have been him. Weak. Ordinary. Mortal.

Kratos craved the mundanity of the natural order, of death. It came so easily to some, like this traveler. What a blessing it was. In another life, Kratos could have lived out his days in Sparta with his wife and child. He could have grown old beside Lysandra, and maybe lived long enough to see his child grow into the strong woman he knew she could have been. He would have been wholly content with that life. But that was long gone now, buried in the ever-shifting sands of time.

But there was that other side of Kratos, however small, was at the very least grateful for his godly powers. He was not helpless to the violent whims of others. Did this man watch his family be ripped from him? Did he suffer? Suffering was a condition of man and Kratos knew suffering all too well. He'd suffered for so long that any bit of joy or happiness was always veiled with a layer of thick, terrible dread like it was a all a trick.

He heard Faye as she whispered a prayer over the man’s body. She took the corpse’s hand and crossed it over his chest. Her hands shook terribly.

“Lo, there do I see my Mother,” she murmured.

And where was her family? It never occurred to Kratos why the hunter lived alone in the woods. He wondered what clan or tribe might have shaped her hands. He wondered what mother and father made her the woman she was – and where they had gone.

Kratos’ eyes shifted around the dense cluster of trees around them.

“We should not linger,” Kratos urged her. Faye shot him a glare and spoke louder.

“Lo, there do I see my Father,” she growled.

Kratos understood her rage. He understood her helplessness. But as far as Kratos knew, this traveler was no one to her. Just one of the many in the faceless horde struggling to survive above the shit of this world. He was just another man, left to pass and be forgotten.

“Lo, there do they call to me,” she finished her prayer. A stillness fell over the hunter as she knelt at the man’s body. Faye stood, gripping her hands into tight fists. She offered the body one last glance before trudging away.

Most of all Kratos wondered why she bothered to pray regardless of the man, stranger or not. This woman had such clear disdain for the gods.

Kratos followed her, perplexed, as she led the way back to doe.

FAYE

Faye and Kratos ate a meal of stewed venison and unleavened bread that night. Faye was silent and sullen. She stared down at her bowl, troubling thoughts stealing her appetite. If she had not been distracted by the stranger, there was a chance she would have been able to save the traveler. Her purpose in this realm was to protect those who could not protect themselves. Faye tightened her fist as the image of the dead traveler flashed in her mind. Eyes cloudy and mouth open mid-scream. She had failed him.

Faye considered giving up the blades and letting the stranger go. It was a fleeting thought. No, she had to maintain her bargain with him. How many more innocent lives were at risk if she didn’t investigate whether he was a threat or not? He had to prove himself worthy. That was the only way she could be sure his existence in the realm wouldn’t upset the natural balance. The only other option would be killing him, and she realized she was in no position to grapple with him again. She was too close and too weak, and he had been very watchful of her since their hesitant deal. Every move she made was under the gaze of those golden eyes. He even waited until she made the first bite of the stew, probably suspecting poison.

In the meantime, there was another equally great risk lurking in the woods. Faye was familiar with reavers. Their numbers had continued to grow every winter over the 90 years at her watch. Each season they grew bolder, and their tactics more desperate. And Faye knew all too well that a desperate animal was perhaps the most dangerous kind of creature. Like a wolf with its paw in a trap.

Faye stole a glance at Kratos. Was he any different? Faye wasn’t sure exactly what the god could be capable of but the blades at least were testament to his ability for violence. If she gave up the blades in order to squash the reaver threat, would she not be leaving the realm in the clutches of a worse enemy? She chewed the inside of her lip. He couldn’t have come at a worse time.

Now that she had become injured, Faye knew she would not be able to make her patrols of the forest and neighboring regions. The reavers would grow emboldened by her absence. The traveler on the road was proof enough of that. Faye ground her teeth. Soon she would remind them why they should be wary of the woods.

With her appetite fully soured, Faye pushed her bowl to Kratos and sauntered to her bed in silence. He spoke without looking up from his meal.

“You should eat,” He grunted.

“I’m not hungry.”

Kratos didn’t bother arguing. Faye kicked off her boots and settled restlessly into the furs. With her injury, it would be nearly impossible to drive out reavers. Without help, that is. She glanced over at Farbauti and was surprised to see that he was already looking at her.

“Do you have faith in your gods?” Kratos asked.

“I have no gods,” Faye said.

“Why?”

Faye sucked in a tired breath. She knew that not all gods were cruel. Tyr was the only one that came to mind. A god of war who had been an instrument of peace. He was the god who tried to save her people. In the end, he along with her kin fell to Odin’s sons. That small flicker of goodness had died with Tyr. There were no such things as peaceable gods, not anymore.

"My business with the god's isn't a concern of yours, Farbauti,” Faye snapped, “Why does it matter to you?”

“It doesn’t,” Kratos admitted.

“Don’t take this personally, but you’re a shit conversationalist,” Faye said, eyeing him from the bed.

"If you have no gods, then why did you pray for the traveler?" Kratos raised a brow. Waiting.

“I offer prayer to my ancestors,” Faye said with a sigh, “Those whom I will join at the time of my death.”

“Afterlife.” Kratos thought for a moment as he finished his supper. “It is foolish to believe in such things,” he said.

“See this is why I don’t like talking to you.”

The only chance she had of seeing her people, her family again, would be in the realms of the dead. If she gave up that glimmer of hope, then what would she have? Who would she have to fight for? Why should she carry on?

“Tell me god ,” Fay growled, “Who waits for you in the afterlife?”

Kratos flinched.

She knew it was a cruel thing to say. But it felt so good to say something that would hurt him that Faye convinced herself it must be true. Gods could not feel, could not love. This god was no different. Nothing but darkness waited for him in the afterlife. There would be no comfort for him, no reprieve from the agony, and his screams would only be met with silence.

Kratos’ breath grew heavy for a moment, and his eyes were glassy in the firelight. Faye could see the veins in his neck pulse with hot blood. He stood so hard that the stool clattered to the floor. Faye’s heart leapt up in her throat and for a moment she thought he might retaliate against her.

He only gripped his fists tight and without a word, he lumbered toward the door and left. No violence, no blows, just silence. Faye laid back down and listened to his heavy steps on the dried foliage grow farther and farther away.

Good , she seethed inwardly, maybe now I can finally sleep without your midnight mumblings.

Faye settled in her furs with a huff, but sleep did not come no matter how much she tossed and turned. She wished he had at least slapped her for insolence, called her a coward, or thrown any number of insults. Faye felt a deep, terrible gnawing sensation in her gut. It was the silence that bothered her the most.

Only when the embers died in the hearth did Faye’s anger cool. Hours past and when Farbauti had not returned she couldn’t help the pang of concern in her chest. He was a god, but he was still weak. The odds would be against him if he came upon a pack of reavers. Shadows darted off the thatch roof with the flickering flames. Faye’s imagination spun up a hundred different monsters but none were worse than that damned feeling inside her that asked: What if you’re wrong?

Faye stayed awake until finally the embers died, and she drifted off. There were no dreams or visions, no memories of her kin, nor songs to lull her. Only the deepness. Only silence.

Faye woke to the sound of cloth tearing. It was just past dawn, too early for the birds to sing. There was only the long moan of the winds outside.

Kratos was at the table. His back was to her and she watched as the snake-like tattoo wrapped around his chest moved as he worked. Something else caught her eye, another scar. It was a long gruesome slit of gnarred skin that fell just to the left of his spinal column. When he turned, she noticed it matched the scar on his abdomen. A wound like that should have been mortal. It seemed like the more Faye realized, the less she actually knew about the god.

Kratos turned and Faye closed her eyes, just peeking through the lashes. He stood rigid, binding his wrists and forearms with linen. With a blank, mechanical look, Kratos slowly wrapped a roll of linen around and around. While his hands worked, his mind was elsewhere.

Where had he gone all night? Wherever it was, he found no rest there. Deep circles were under his gold eyes. A few times his grip on the linen faltered and he dropped the cloth to the floor. He was exhausted.

Kratos didn’t look up when Faye eased herself from the bed. Closer now, Faye could see his hands were shaking. He dropped the roll of linen again, but Faye snatched it up from the floor. Faye reached for his hand but Kratos jerked it away with a tired grunt.

“Let me see,” Faye said, beckoning for the arm. The muscles in his jaw shifted and with a heavy sigh, Kratos offered his arm.

Faye inspected the wounds. It was curious. While his other wounds were mending fairly quickly, those chain-linked burns had still not healed. There were red and inflamed and still bleeding in some places. Faye traced a finder lightly over the marks. The skin was feverish. She could sense their magic, their curse. She shook her head knowing that this kind of magic went far beyond her expertise. This was god-magic.

Faye turned his hand over and inspected fresh wounds over his knuckles. The skin was nearly scraped to the bone in places.

“What have you done here,” she murmured. There were splinters in his skin. She was sure that there were some trees with fist-sized holes in them out in the forest. Kratos shifted the longer she looked. Faye took up the linen and began wrapping. She carefully took the linen in between his fingers and around his knuckles. She wound it securely but loose enough for free-movement.

Faye glanced up as she worked. Those gold eyes that once burned with rage had grown heavy with sorrow and pain. Hand over hand, Faye bound his skin with wrappings all to the way up his forearms.

As Faye moved for the other arm, Kratos took her wrist. Faye waited for him to speak but the words were slow to come. His eyes searched Faye’s face, jaw gripped tight.

“What is it?” Faye asked. She could feel his grip on her wrist soften. His eyes fell low to the ground.

“I too pray to my ancestors.” Kratos said. "I...hope," he ground out the word hope like it was a curse. "I hope that they find rest."

“I thought you didn’t believe in the afterlife,” Faye said, taking her wrist from his grip.

“I said it was foolish,” Kratos said, “I never said I didn’t believe.”

Faye nodded, and took up wrapping his other arm.

“It isn’t foolish to have hope,” she said, “In the end, hope is all we have.”

“Hm,” Kratos grunted, a sad smile on his face.

“What?”

“It is nothing,” Kratos said. Faye wasn't convinced but she was pleased at least that he was capable of an emotion other than rage or silent judgement. He flexed both hands, testing the bindings. Seemingly satisfied, Kratos gave Faye a curt nod as a small gesture of thanks.

"Good," Faye said, brushing past him to the larder. She filled a rucksack with various supplies and bobbles: venison jersey, unleavened bread, seeds, pelts, beads.

"Come along, Farbauti," She said at the door, "We're going to see a friend."

#faye x kratos #kratos #faye #God of War 4 #god of war #gow #Eventual romance #fanfiction

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everythinggodofwar · 5 years

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The Treasure of Koninsgard (part 6)

“She’s a god! That’s why she can control fire! That’s why she was asking about Asgard! But.. where did she she come from?”

“It certainly explains a few things.” Mimir stated. “But it also brings more questions to mind.”

“She’s sick, Father.. We have to help her.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, brother, we need Freya.”

“No.”

“Father!”

“Freya would turn us away with hesitation.” Kratos scolded. “It is a fools errand.”

“We have to try! Please, father..” Atreus begged with an obvious sense of fear lacing his words. “She helped us.”

“That was her decision.”

“So she should die for it?!”

“I did not say that.”

“She could if we don’t help her! It’s been a couple months.. maybe Freya’s not that mad anymore?”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far, lad... But if you ask me-”

“We did not. Now let me think.” With grim eyes, Kratos looked at Sigyn, who seemed to be getting worse by the moment. Of course he didn’t wish for her to die- especially considering how much Atreus seemed to like her- but he hadn’t spoken to Freya in months. How was he to know that she wouldn’t pull some trick and end up killing the girl anyway? Or Atreus? He knew that after Baldur died Freya had sought Mimir out to ask where her Valkyrie wings were and to reclaim her warrior spirit.. who was to say that she wasn’t about to hadn’t already succeeded? I

And this girl was a god.. so she was a target. As was Kratos. As was Atreus. And Mimir. If she were important enough to lock away for however many centuries, surely someone would come for her after word gets out that she’s free. Mimir was right when he said Atreus was in enough danger as it was.. Kratos wasn’t willing to knowingly put Atreus in harms way for the sake of a girl they had only just met.

“Look, brother.. There’s no easy choice, but it would be wrong to just let the girl die. If Freya is even a shred of the person she used to be, she’ll help.. We have to try.”

“If Odin-”

“If Odin or Thor were to come for us they‘d have done it by now.”

“Please, Father.. She’s my friend.”

Kratos shifted his gaze to his pleading son. The words ‘my friend’ rang in his head like a bell. It wasn’t difficult to see that Atreus had taken a liking to her, but this simple, seemingly meaningless phrase showed Kratos just how deep and personal it had already become.

Finally, Kratos nodded. “Very well.”

“Yes!”

“Do not get your hopes up. Freya is likely to turn us away.”

“I- I know.. I should keep my expectations low... but still.”

“We must hurry.” Kratos picked the frail girl up with a certain gentleness that he scarsely ever showed to anyone except Atreus, and started off toward the boat.

Atreus grabbed his bow and followed silently; he was happy that his father had agreed, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that if Freya was still as vengeful as she was when Baldur died, there would be no way she would help them. Still.. they had to try. To him, Sigyn was worth the risk.

Kratos looked up at the now red and stormy sky at the sound of cracking thunder. He hadn’t noticed the storm till that moment, but now the sky seemed to grow darker with each passing moment as Atreus grew more distressed.

As they walked past the dead boar Kratos had left on the ground, he snatched it by the hoof and dragged it along behind him. Thankfully the boat wasn’t far Once they reached it, Kratos set the boar on the boards and gently laid the girl down on the bottom, resting her limp head on the board Atreus sat on. Atreus hopped in, took Mimir from his father, and sat down, not once taking his eyes off Sigyn.

Sigyn’s nose bleed seemed to have stopped, but that was just about the only positive. Her face was so flushed it looked gray now and her fever burned hotter by the minute. Neither Kratos or Mimir understood why she was ill.. Unless she, like Atreus used to be, was unaware of her true nature, but that seemed unlikely. Perhaps her sickness came from some attempt to suppress her powers? It would make sense; she had said that her mother didn’t like her using magic.

“Father?”

“Yes.”

“What if we can’t save her?” His voice shook as he began to really grasp the fact Sigyn might not survive. “What if she dies? Wha- what if-”

“Do not dwell on those thoughts, boy... You must not concern yourself with what might be. Remain focused on our goal..” Kratos spoke sternly but softly as to comfort Atreus.

“.. Yes sir.”

The rest of the way was rowed in death-like silence. Atreus had a certain expression of worry, terror, and hopelessness on his face that Kratos hadn’t seen since right before Faye died.

Kratos knew he couldn’t let Atreus go through that again..

“Boy.”

Atreus broke out of his trance like state and looked up at Kratos.

“You may come with, but when I speak to Freya, do not come near. You will keep your distance and not speak to her. And... should she attack or try anything.. you run.”

“But-”

“It is not up for discussion. You will not fight her, Atreus. If need be, you will get out of this place and not look back.”

“But-” he sighed, “Yes sir.”

Finally, they reached the boat dock and Kratos stopped the boat. “Are you ready?”

Atreus nodded.

“Mph. Good then. Come.” He took Mimir back and hooked him on his belt, and he gently picked Sigyn back up.

Silently, they made their way to the elevator. Once Atreus was situated, Kratos moved Sigyn to his shoulder with one arm and turned the crank with the other, like he had done with Atreus when he fell ill all that time ago.

“Do you think she’ll even be home?” Atreus asked.

“She’s nowhere else to go, little brother.” Mimir pointed out. “This is the only place she’s safe from Odin’s wrath; she’ll be here.”

The elevator suddenly came to a stop near the foot of the bridge that lead to Freya’s back door. Luckily, the tortoise was lowered so they could easily get to the door without climbing.

“Stay here.” Kratos ordered at the bottom of the bridge.

Atreus obeyed.

Cautiously, Kratos made his way up to the door. He stopped before knocking. This was an ill advised idea and he knew it, but it seemed there were no other options -at least none that didn’t involve the girl dying.

After a moment of careful consideration, Kratos made his decision. With his foot, he knocked on the door and called out, “Freya!”

The door creaked open a small bit at the contact. This was strange; why was it not locked?

Kratos peered in through the crack in the door. The light was dimmer than usual, but vaguely he could see Freya’s silhouette sitting on the ground leaning over something. He could hear her chanting ever so faintly.

Hesitantly, he pushed the door open wider with his foot and took a small step over the threshold. “Freya..”

She quit whatever she was chanting, but she didn’t move or look at him. “What are you doing here?” Her voice vengeful and laced with malice.

“We need your help.”

She scoffed. “Last time I helped you you repaid me by snapping my son’s neck.”

“Freya.. he meant to kill you.”

“You have a lot of nerve coming here.” She continued on mixing some sort of glowing concoction in the bowl she had on the floor in front of her. She really looked horrible after all this time.. The tie in her hair barely managed to keep her now matted, unkept hair from overcoming her face. The dark paint she wore around her eyes was smudged, and she looked as if she hadn’t gone outside much if at all in the last couple months. She had changed... and it was so much more than just physically.

“Freya..”

“I don’t care what you need..” She shook her head and tried to focus on what she was doing. “I want you to leave.”

“The girl is ill, Freya.. Most likely, she will die if-”

“I. want you. to leave..” she turned her head slightly to shoot him a hateful glare. “Now.”

Kratos nodded. “Fine.” As he turned around to leave, he was stopped by Atreus standing in the doorway. How long had be been standing there against Kratos’ wishes? “What are you doing, boy?”

Atreus looked past his father at Freya. He tried to step forward, but Kratos moved to the side to block his path. “I told you to keep your distance, boy.”

“Please, Freya.” Atreus begged, ignoring Kratos standing there and looking past him. “She’ll die..”

Freya remained silent, but something in her softened at hearing Atreus’ pleas. After everything how she felt about the child hadn’t changed; she could never loathe Atreus like she did his father. Nevertheless, she said nothing.

“Come, boy.” Kratos urged. “Let us go.”

Atreus sighed sadly and turned to head back down the bridge.

“Wait.” Freya called out.

Atreus stopped and looked back at her with hopeful eyes.

Freya stood up from what she was doing and walked over to her table where she picked up a few igredients and threw them together in a bowl. “Bring her here.”

Cautiously, Kratos carried Sigyn over to Freya who hastily mixed up to potion and put a few drops in the unconscious girl’s mouth.

“This will break the fever.. the rest she’ll have to do on her own.” Freya explained as she held the girl’s mouth shut long enough for the potion to take effect.

“But.. how can she do it on her own if she’s not awake?” Atreus wondered.

“She will wake.. soon enough.” She turned away and set the bowl back where she got it. “And Kratos..” she turned her head just enough to look at him in the corner of her eye. “Don’t ever step foot in my home again.”

Kratos said nothing. Simply he turned around, motioned for Atreus to follow, and walked away.

“Thank you, Freya.” Atreus made sure to say before they left and shut to door behind them, shutting Freya back out of their lives.

In silence, they took Sigyn back to their home to rest. Kratos laid her back on Atreus’ bed; hopefully, she would wake soon and finally give them some answers.

Kratos headed outside to skin the boar and freeze the rest of it by burying it in the snow to keep it from rotting for as long as possible. “Atreus.”

“Yes, Father?”

“Get a fire started.. And the moment she wakes, let me know.”

“Yes sir.”

With that, he shut the door behind him began working.

“I’ve got to say, brother, I’m surprised Freya agreed.”

“.. Yes..” As he spoke, he cut into the boar’s thick hide with his knife that matched Atreus’. “She would not have if it weren’t for the boy.”

“True.. She certainly still cares for the lad.. -to some extent- I do believe he might just be the only reason she hasn’t exacted her vengeance on you yet.”

“Perhaps.”

“Though there’s only so much her caring for the boy will do.. I don’t imagine she’ll be much willing to help out again in the future.”

“Definitely not.”

“I do hope she didn’t give the girl some sort of poison.. Though I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Kratos just continued to cut the hide off the boar. Silently he hoped the same thing. Atreus would be quite distraught if that were the case.. and maybe Kratos would be a little sad too.. a little..

“Well, here’s hoping the girl gets well.”

“Yes..”

“Out of curiosity, I don’t suppose you have any theories going as to who that girl is.”

Kratos grunted as he ripped the last of the hide off the dead animal. “Her father is important.”

“Well.. I gathered that.”

“She is afraid of him; as was her mother.”

“Again.. That much is clear.”

“And she is a god.”

“Aye.. And an Aesir by the sound of it.” He grew thoughtful. “You don’t suppose- ah- never mind.”

“Finish what you were saying, head.”

“Ah- Well, you don’t think she’s-”

“Father!” Atreus burst outside in a rush.

“What is it?”

“She woke up.”

“Hm.” Kratos nodded, letting Atreus know to go back inside and that he would be right there. He hung the boar hide over the side of the fence, quickly buried the boar in the snow, and made his way inside.

“Are you okay?” Kratos heard Atreus asking Sigyn.

She just nodded. She was now sitting up; though disoriented, she seemed well.

“Boy.” Kratos started in a warning for Atreus to get away from her. The boy seemed to understand as he begrudgingly backed away to his father’s protective side.

“How did we get here?” She asked while rubbing her aching head.

“Do you remember nothing?”

“Well I remember I-” her eyes went wide and she froze. “Did I- no no no no no.. Did you see something?”

“You took down a troll without even touching it!” Atreus exclaimed.

“BOY.”

“Sorry.”

“But I- I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t have! I’m not supposed to- I shouldn’t use my magic! Mother taught me not to..”

“You did use it.” Kratos stated plainly. “And it made you ill.”

“Ill?” She shook her head in confusion and started to subconsciously pull at her hair; she couldn’t imagine that she would’ve let herself lose control. She knew better... “I don’t understand..”

“Try to.”

“I-” she sighed. “I can’t.. but I suppose you want answers..”

“Yes.”

“Okay..” she looked up at them. She hated this.. The first people she had seen in so long and the ones she had grown to think of as friends standing on the opposite side of the room because they didn’t trust her. Along with a whole other list of reasons, this was why she didn’t want them to know the truth; though, deep down she understood that they would’ve had to know one way or another. If she was going to find her mother again they would have to know. “I’ll tell you everything.”

#god of war #god of war 4 #atreus #kratos #atreus and kratos #gow #gow sigyn #gow4 #mimir #sigyn #ateeus and sigyn #the treasure of koninsgard #the treasure of koninsgard 6

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Apparently I'm not the only one who rewatched Gravity Falls while also playing God of War, and I'm beyond happy to find out this :D Your art is awsome, and I'm so curious about your Gravity Falls God of War AU! But I don't know how to even start, what's the story about? I mean, how does it work with Stan being Kratos and Dipper and Mabel being in Atreus' place? And where's even Ford in all of this? XD

@guardianoflightanddarkness Thank you! :D Glad I wasn’t the only one either. I had a bit of an idea for how the story would work. I’m not sure on who all the characters equate to but I know a fair few. Below is basically the entire story as it is right now. Might change/ add things later. Hope this below will answer your questions but feel free to ask more!

Major Spoilers for both the God of War Series and Gravity Falls Below!

So to understand what’s going on in the God of War 2018 part of the story, I gotta start at the beginning.

Obviously it all starts in Greece.

Stan’s dad/ Filbrick takes the role of Zeus, and I think Stan’s mum is a Jotnar Giant like Fey who moved to Greece, possibly to avoid Odin (or whoever his equivelent is, maaayyyybe Bill im not sure) but she keeps this a secret from everyone. She and Filbrick have Shermy, Stan and Ford with Filbrick just thinking she’s a mortal. Ford is born with both his 6 fingers and birthmarks (which look like Krato’s tattoos). Stan’s Mum raises the kids with Filbrick keeping an eye on them, and when he notices Ford’s smarts in his early teens, he takes him to Olympus. There Ford learns of his God-like nature and learns his powers. He studies all the magical things of the Greek world, starting on a journey to become a God of knowledge.

Stan meanwhile is outraged and furious that his father, who his mother confesses to be the king of Greek Gods, has taken his brother. He then leaves his home for a number of years, training to fight and to find a way to Olympus, along the way getting tattoos in honour of his brother.

After several years when Stan finally gets to Olympus to find his father, he discovers that Ford has left to go gain knowledge of magical things and Gods of other lands. Stan demands to know where Ford is, but Filbrick will only tell him if Stan proves himself, and that’s how Stan gets the blades of Chaos and takes on duties as God of War for about a decade or so.

During his time as God of War, he goes back to his home, only to find his mother and Shermie are gone without a trace. This helps fuel his fire of hate to make him more like younger Kratos.

Eventually Stan confronts his father, saying he has done so many deeds that he must have proven himself worthy by now and demands to know where Ford is. His father states that he doesn’t actually know. Ford went off without ever saying exactly where he was going. Filbrick was leading Stan along this whole time to use him as a puppet. Stan gets mad and fights with his father, but he doesn’t win and is sent to the underworld.

It’s at this point where the story of the original God of War games comes into play, where Stan goes on a rage filled journey of revenge, eventually gets the Titans and defeats his father and destroys the Greek pantheon.

So with the pantheon destroyed, and no sign of Ford, Shermie, or his Mother in Greece, he travels to other cultures to find them. I think maybe along his journey his mother left Stan a clue that sends him to Midgard and the domain of Norse mythology.

There Stan would find Shermie and his kid (Stan’s Nephew). Stan gets to know him as he grows and becomes a bit gentler. Stan makes a home near to Shermie’s but tends to keep his distance.

Stan is happy when Dipper and Mabel are born and takes a shine to them. But around this time, their parents (who are part giant remember) are killed by Odin’s Gods as they thought the parents could lead them to Jotunhiem. So Shermie raises Dipper and Mabel.

12 years pass, and then Shermie dies (for the same reason Fey does in the game) and so Stan takes over caring for the Twin’s in Shermie’s cabin (which looks like the Mystery Shack).

(Hey now we’re finally at the start of the game!! xD)

So like the game, Shermie marks trees for his burial which leads to Baldur(’s GF equivalent) mistaking Stan for a giant aka for Shermie. They fight, and so Stan decides he and the twins must leave and go on the journey to deliver Shermie’s ashes to the highest peak in all the realms.

Atreus’ roles are split between Mabel and Dipper. Mabel has Atreus’ bow and arrows and Dipper has the knowledge of Ciphers and languages, as well as a sword cause, he has to help in combat too. Maybe they have different summons and elemental attacks too. Like Mabel has light and Dipper has electricity. I think both have the ability to talk to animals too.

Stan also inherits Shermie’s axe.

So the story is fairly similar to the game, except Stan is maybe a bit more gentle at the start than Kratos? But he still changes from ‘grumpy old man’ to ‘gentle and cares a lot about the kids’.

Brok and Sindri are replaced by Fiddleford McGucket and his son. So their arc is about a father and son coming back together and caring for each other. I thought they’d be a good replacement.

And then finally, we have Ford. And who is he in this AU?

He’s Mimir.

Stan and the twins find him at the top of the Midguard mountain stuck in the tree. Stan and Ford have a verbal fight. Stan is mad at Ford for leaving him in Greece and going off wondering the world without even caring about his brother or the fact he never tried to find him, when Stan spent so much time trying to find Ford. And of course Ford is mad that Stan destroyed the Greek pantheon and their father.

The kids calm them down a bit, and tell Ford why they’re there. Ford informs them that the highest peak is actually in Jotunheim and to get there, they need Ford out of the tree. So instead of decapitation, they go find a spell or item, maybe in one of the other realms that frees Ford.

So then the four of them are on their journey to get to Jotunheim. Stan and Ford are mad at each other, but through their journey and through the kids, they grow closer, mend their bonds a bit.

Eventually they get to Jotunheim. It’s there they find the carvings that reveal that Stan and Ford’s mum was actually a Giant, and Shermie inherited her abilities, knowing about what would happen and leaving markings and clues to guide his family and bring them all together. The kids find out they’re also part giant, and that’s where their abilities come from.

So in the end, the four of them are united together, spread Shermie’s ashes at the same place where his mother’s were spread, and they return home.

Just in time for an accelerated Fimblewinter to signal the oncoming Ragnorok/Weirdmageden. :)

And that’s pretty much all I have so far. I don’t know where to put Soos, or Wendy. Maybe Soos is Jormungandur??? Maybe Wendy could be Freya with her Dad as Baldur? and their beef is about a ruined father-daughter relationship that mirrors Stan and his dad in some way? Maybe if Bill = Odin then Gideon is Thor? im not sure, would love to hear others thoughts. :D

and sorry this was so long :P

#mali speaks #my writing #grunk of war au #gravity falls #gravity falls au #au #stan pines #ford pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #mali answers

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tuxiedjabberwock · 6 years

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Some of my fav fics from back then + today

Fairy Tail

Life After Near Death - Wild Rhov (just want to take a moment to gush that I love her writing, characterization, her storylines, her everything)

Gray nearly dies in battle. Although Natsu saves his life, Gray is left severely handicapped and may never walk again. Now Gray despises Natsu, feeling weak and indebted, while the Dragon Slayer is confused with why he feels possessive over Gray. The team falls apart as both deal with intense feelings of regret, shame, desire, and both physical and emotional agony.

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Tragedy/Romance - Chapters: 57 - Words: 237,370 - Reviews: 1220 - Favs: 566 - Follows: 617 - Updated: May 7 - Published: Dec 1, 2014 - [Natsu D., Gray F.] Lyon V., Juvia L.

Beastly Possession - Wild Rhov

Something is murdering people in Magnolia. When Lucy is attacked, Natsu goes on a rampage to find the culprit, and everyone in Fairy Tail wants revenge. But could this bloodthirsty attacker be someone they know? Warning: High octane nightmare fuel! Do not read while eating, and beware of red eyes in the dark!

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Horror/Suspense - Chapters: 37 - Words: 160,165 - Reviews: 1588 - Favs: 1,741 - Follows: 1,279 - Updated: Aug 12, 2014 - Published: Feb 1, 2012 - [Lucy H., Natsu D.] - Complete

Lions Pride - Wild Rhov

When Lucy gets pregnant with Loke's child, Fairy Tail must protect her from the harsh laws of the Spirit World and enemies who want her half-spirit baby. The Lion fights for his lover, his child, his guild...his PRIDE!

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Drama/Family - Chapters: 50 - Words: 196,375 - Reviews: 1305 - Favs: 1,437 - Follows: 732 - Updated: Sep 1, 2012 - Published: Aug 5, 2011 - [Lucy H., Loke/Leo] Gray F., Zeref - Complete

The Soul’s Inferno - MizzyPlatinum

The summer before her first year at university, Lucy Heartfilia never imagined she would find her soul mate and she certainly didn't imagine he would already be dead. Ghost AU. NaLu.

Rated: T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 24 - Words: 79,722 - Reviews: 1813 - Favs: 819 - Follows: 1,012 - Updated: Jun 23 - Published: Jul 12, 2016 - [Natsu D., Lucy H.]

Demons of Redemption - Mnemosyne’s Elegy

When Zeref sends an emissary to Fiore to prepare for the coming war, things quickly go wrong. Gray's darkest secret is torn out of him, and the demons in his past are bigger than anyone ever realized. It's hard enough to fight against the most powerful mage in existence without having to fight against your own allies and yourself at the same time.

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Chapters: 8 - Words: 79,972 - Reviews: 90 - Favs: 87 - Follows: 43 - Updated: Jul 13, 2017 - Published: Jun 2, 2017 - Gray F., Natsu D., Lyon V., Team Natsu - Complete

Detach - LoadedEel

Everything was gone. His mind was empty and brain fuzzy. His memories were erased and his magic stolen. He woke up to a blonde woman calling him Natsu and a guild full of people expecting him to act a certain way. They want to get to the bottom of this, but you know what they say...curiosity killed the cat. (Cannon divergent) Rated M for adult situations.

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 39,775 - Reviews: 71 - Favs: 129 - Follows: 196 - Updated: Feb 10 - Published: Dec 6, 2017 - [Lucy H., Natsu D.] Erza S., Gray F.

Kidnapping Erza - CrimsonStarbird

After inclement weather causes Erza and the others to cancel their trip to Akane Resort, thus ruining Jellal's plan to have her captured and brought to the Tower of Heaven, he is forced to take matters into his own hands. Needless to say, things don't quite go to plan. They never do when Fairy Tail is involved. COMPLETE.

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 27 - Words: 248,055 - Reviews: 205 - Favs: 118 - Follows: 93 - Updated: Jul 2, 2017 - Published: Jan 1, 2017 - [Erza S., Jellal F./Siegrain] Levy M., Natsu D. - Complete

Wild Card - xxIAmTheSkyxx

"At the end of the day, whether someone had a motive to kill or not, they're still labeled a murderer." Delving into the psyche of a serial killer isn't a pleasant endeavor, no less so than trying to understand it—and being sucked into a game of life and death with one is outright torment. Present for @kagero-assassin on Tumblr. **WARNING: THERE IS BLOOD, MURDER, AND SOCIOPATHY**

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Angst/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 10,089 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 23 - Published: Feb 29, 2016 - Lucy H., Natsu D. - Complete

Kiss Me, Kill Me - kiss.pink

So a confused zombie, his sexy vampire girlfriend, her bossy witch-bitch roommate, his annoying soul-shifting neighbor, a grumpy werewolf and a random human walk into a bar...yeah, there is no punchline. "Okay, rules. Lucy, no blood. Erza, no spells. Gray, no pranks. Gajeel, no howling. And Natsu—oh my god, Natsu! Don't eat the bartender's brain! We're in public!" Only chaos. [AU]

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 4 - Words: 20,143 - Reviews: 64 - Favs: 144 - Follows: 194 - Updated: Apr 24, 2016 - Published: May 9, 2015 - [Lucy H., Natsu D.] Gray F.

Parallels - Mslead-Ktrin

Lucy always knew books opened roads to new adventures, but never had she dreamed she would be falling into one herself. When she comes across a dusty old book, Lucy finds herself thrust into a journey filled with evil wizards and a tricky dragon who kept looking at her like she was lunch. She had to find a way to return home, but at the end of the day - would she want to? NALU

Fairy Tail - Rated: M - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 61 - Words: 265,197 - Reviews: 2959 - Favs: 1,892 - Follows: 1,293 - Updated: Feb 13, 2016 - Published: Aug 18, 2015 - Lucy H., Natsu D. - Complete

With Our Love Comes Patience - luclipse

(NALU) This story takes us through the progression of Natsu's and Lucy's relationship through a series of events, starting with a failed Valentine's Day. Rated T for suggested sexual content and slight swearing, though there is the possibility of a rating change in future chapters.

Fairy Tail - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 5 - Words: 37,387 - Reviews: 159 - Favs: 254 - Follows: 349 - Updated: Mar 8, 2016 - Published: May 27, 2014 - Lucy H., Natsu D.

Avatar

Another Brother - AvocadoLove

It was a mission of revenge. There weren't supposed to be any survivors, but Chief Hakoda couldn't bring himself to kill the Fire Nation boy. Against his better judgment, he brought him home. A Zuko joins the Water Tribe story.

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 28 - Words: 224,540 - Reviews: 3727 - Favs: 5,439 - Follows: 5,178 - Updated: Mar 20, 2017 - Published: Jul 22, 2008 - Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Katara

The Undying Fire - Boogum

"He has the eyes, Princess Ursa." They were half-forgotten words, a whisper of fears never explained. Zuko had dismissed it all as nothing to worry about—until he somehow healed the Avatar. Fire healers weren't meant to exist, except he did. He'd saved the kid's life. Naturally, he wanted answers. Too bad finding them wasn't so simple...

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 62 - Words: 427,058 - Reviews: 2036 - Favs: 2,459 - Follows: 2,761 - Updated: Jul 22 - Published: May 6, 2012 - [Zuko, Katara] Aang, Azula

Bringing Out the Blue - maguena1

AU. The arrow injured the Blue Spirit instead of knocking him out, and Aang never found out his identity. Zuko made a Plan to find out more about the Avatar. He didn't expect so many truths to come from the lies.

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 26 - Words: 249,291 - Reviews: 1188 - Favs: 2,550 - Follows: 2,507 - Updated: Jun 25, 2015 - Published: Apr 14, 2011 - Zuko

Zuko’s Tiny Dilemma - Boogum

It was the kind of thing that happened in folktales: a cursed prince, a transformation that could not be broken. Except those princes usually became monstrous-looking creatures who needed true love's kiss to return to normal. They did not get stuck as a six-year-old boy depending on a bald runt and two Water Tribe siblings.

Avatar: Last Airbender - Rated: T - English - Friendship/Humor - Chapters: 24 - Words: 140,976 - Reviews: 761 - Favs: 532 - Follows: 507 - Updated: Mar 31 - Published: Jan 4, 2017 - [Zuko, Katara] Aang, Sokka - Complete

In His Shoes - AvocadoLove

In order to fully understand a man, you must first walk a mile in his shoes. Sokka and Zuko are going to find that out the hard way.

Avatar: Last Airbender - Rated: K - English - Drama/Adventure - Chapters: 19 - Words: 101,987 - Reviews: 924 - Favs: 1,263 - Follows: 710 - Updated: May 31, 2012 - Published: Jun 5, 2008 - Sokka, Zuko - Complete

The Problem With Zuko - AvocadoLove

When Prince Lu Ten returns with the Avatar and his Water Tribe companions in chains, Zuko is put in charge of their imprisonment. But things are not what they seem, both with the child Avatar and his own family. And soon, he will have a decision to make.

Avatar: Last Airbender - Rated: K - English - Drama/Suspense - Chapters: 1 - Words: 26,298 - Reviews: 253 - Favs: 1,475 - Follows: 232 - Published: Sep 29, 2010 - Zuko - Complete

God of War

Silenced Tongue - 2space_lesbo1

Atreus has picked up the title of "Silver Tongue" throughout the Nine Realms, and he is quite proud of his ability to talk his way out of situations. Until he's not, anyway.

The Tales of an Angry Father and his Small Son - 2space_lesbo1

Since God of War(2018) came out, my writing creativity has returned fully and I've been writing and writing tons of one-shot stories of my fave characters. There will be violence and gore because it's a God of War game, but then there will also be fluff and more fluff because it's me writing it. Have fun

Carry My Fears as the Heavens Set Fire - furtivus

Kratos doesn't reach the Travel Room doors in time. Now his son is lost to him, swept away by Baldur and held captive in the grasp of the Æsir. Only the gods are a lot more hospitable than Atreus imagined - and certainly nowhere near as bad as his father ever made them out to be. This is really what it's like to be a god, isn't it? While Kratos is doing everything in his power to bring his son home, Atreus is relishing in everything that was denied to him for so long. And deep inside, a seed of resentment begins to bloom. Maybe being a god isn't so bad after all.

When No One’s Watching - Baknami

Kratos can only do certain things when no one else is watching.

Miraculous Ladybug

You Don’t Know Me - Ferisae

When Ladybug suffers a near-fatal accident and is presumed dead, it is up to Adrien/Chat Noir - who has discovered Ladybug's secret - to help her through her painstaking recovery and reacquaint her with herself. All this while trying to save Paris on his own without losing himself in the process. Adrinette/Marichat/Ladynoir

Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 17 - Words: 143,440 - Reviews: 857 - Favs: 1,203 - Follows: 1,467 - Updated: Nov 24, 2017 - Published: Feb 20, 2016 - Marinette D-C./Ladybug, Adrien A./Cat Noir, Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Hawk Moth

On the Prowl - ghostgirl19

"I'll be fine, Alya. It's only a couple blocks." "But it's ten at night, it's not safe. Especially with that Chat Noir prowling around." AU

Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 23 - Words: 56,929 - Reviews: 1368 - Favs: 2,097 - Follows: 1,082 - Updated: Aug 2, 2016 - Published: Jun 24, 2016 - [Adrien A./Cat Noir, Marinette D-C./Ladybug] [Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Nino L./Bubbler] - Complete

I Saw Mummy Kiss Chat Noir - RicardianScholar Clark-Weasley

Emma Agreste thought she had the perfect life...until she saw her mother kiss the superhero Chat Noir. With the help of her twin brother, Hugo, Emma is determined to stop Chat Noir from ruining their family and stealing away their mother. Meanwhile, Adrien is convinced his children hate him.

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir - Rated: T - English - Family/Drama - Chapters: 11 - Words: 32,103 - Reviews: 469 - Favs: 1,116 - Follows: 630 - Updated: Dec 21, 2017 - Published: Oct 31, 2016 - [Adrien A./Cat Noir, Marinette D-C./Ladybug] [Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Nino L./Bubbler] - Complete

Lucky Fox Paradox - imthepunchlord

After the failure with Stoneheart, Marinette had successfully given up the earrings and thought that was that. That she was done with the hero business. Done with anything miraculous. She was wrong. And her actions sparked off a great change of events.

Rated: K - English - Drama/Friendship - Chapters: 24 - Words: 241,176 - Reviews: 470 - Favs: 562 - Follows: 654 - Updated: May 22 - Published: Jan 25, 2017 - [Marinette D-C./Ladybug, Adrien A./Cat Noir] Alya C./Lady Wifi/Rena Rouge, Chloé B./Antibug

Disenchanted - yonderful

She was in too much pain to realize that the impact caused her to detransform. The crowd stared in shock. Many gasped. Some screamed. Alya's phone clattered to the ground. Tikki cried. And Chat's expression had never looked more horrified. "...Marinette?"

Rated: T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 11 - Words: 46,462 - Reviews: 434 - Favs: 724 - Follows: 977 - Updated: Jul 2 - Published: Jun 16, 2016 - Marinette D-C./Ladybug, Adrien A./Cat Noir

Fullmetal Alchemist

A Boy Named Ed - BelloftheSea

Ed knew he was different. It wasn't just that he was smarter than the other kids or even that he had automail. No, it had more to do with the way people would occasionally look at him, like they were expecting somebody else. It was the way his mechanic cried the day she met him. It was the way his dad would sometimes slip – and call him Fullmetal.

Rated: K+ - English - Family/Angst - Chapters: 41 - Words: 302,732 - Reviews: 1222 - Favs: 1,097 - Follows: 1,191 - Updated: Oct 7, 2016 - Published: Aug 24, 2014 - [Roy M., Riza H.] Edward E., Alphonse E.

Bury It Forward - KawasakiTriple

Mustang is forced to decide on the best way to cope with Edward's broken, tortured mind; his first task is to decipher why Ed will stop at nothing to escape his custody when the weather turns foul.

Rated: T - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 38 - Words: 460,881 - Reviews: 893 - Favs: 894 - Follows: 698 - Updated: Oct 23, 2014 - Published: Sep 13, 2008 - Edward E., Roy M., Alphonse E. - Complete

My Master Ed - Blue Teller

Slave number Twenty Three didn't know what to make of his new Master. The strange boy was nothing like other slave owners. Short on both height and temper, yet strangely kind to him, Master Ed seemed to know something about him that he didn't himself. Just what was it? Time-travel fic.

Rated: T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 8 - Words: 46,413 - Reviews: 212 - Favs: 544 - Follows: 618 - Updated: Sep 6, 2015 - Published: Apr 19, 2015 - Edward E., Hohenheim

Harry Potter & the Alchemist Brothers - Blue Teller

A few years passed since the Promised Day. Ed and Winry are happily married, Al proposed to May, everything is just like it's supposed to be... What can go wrong? But then, a foreigner with strange powers steals the last Philosopher's Stone from Central and of course Ed and Al have to go after him. But what will the Elric brothers do when they end up in an entirely different world?

Crossover - Harry Potter & Fullmetal Alchemist - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 11 - Words: 131,139 - Reviews: 246 - Favs: 436 - Follows: 606 - Updated: Jul 11, 2017 - Published: Mar 22, 2015 - Harry P., Nicolas F., Alphonse E., Edward E.

Sonic the Hedgehog

(this first happy few is all by Taranea)

Burning Arrow, Wildfire Heart

After receiving an ancient book for his birthday, Sonic finds himself transported to a fantastic world of magic and heroes - which is threatened by an evil Djinn! Cursed by a flame arrow when he dares to rise against him, Sonic will need the help not only of the genie Shahra, but also of his oldest friends to survive this adventure...Full Secret Rings game adapt, with everyone in!

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 42 - Words: 234,629 - Reviews: 1177 - Favs: 397 - Follows: 354 - Updated: Jun 23 - Published: Aug 29, 2007 - Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shahra

Life Could Have Been So Different

Someone has died and Sonic finds himself unable to pick up the pieces. But when Mobius has already given up on its hero, Shadow drops in from a storm, intent on finding out whether there isn't a bit of spirit left. To coax Sonic out of his shell, the black hedgehog starts to tell him about his past...and what REALLY happened aboard the ARK. Shadow's childhood, now COMPLETE.

Rated: T - English - Drama/Humor - Chapters: 56 - Words: 209,438 - Reviews: 1525 - Favs: 624 - Follows: 342 - Updated: Oct 21, 2014 - Published: Feb 23, 2007 - Shadow, Sonic, Maria R., Gerald R. - Complete

Advent of Equinox

Post-Unleashed. The Curse of the Werehog is over - or so Sonic had thought. But when the sun is eclipsed from the sky by a comet and Shadow undergoes a violent transformation of his own, the two heroes will now have to work together to save the world...

Rated: T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 74,510 - Reviews: 421 - Favs: 372 - Follows: 340 - Updated: Aug 2, 2016 - Published: May 2, 2010 - Sonic, Shadow, Tails, Rouge

Shadow The Hedgehog First Class

He can outrun a missile. He can shoot a man at 100 paces. He just can't do calculus...In a world where Shadow, Maria and Gerald survived the ARK massacre, the Ultimate Lifeform now struggles to get used to ordinary life. Only people at his new school are clearly insane, the local hero 'Sonic' as well, and *someone* might still be after his family -welcome to the Robotnik household!

Rated: T - English - Friendship/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 51,910 - Reviews: 398 - Favs: 245 - Follows: 276 - Updated: May 31 - Published: Oct 27, 2014 - Sonic, Shadow, Maria R., Gerald R.

Alternate Reality - thekyuubivixen

Shadow had never been so confused in his life. Tails painfully shy? Knuckles apathetic toward the Master Emerald? Sonic...less pleasurable to be around than normal? Shadow expected a lot of things waking up from his concussion induced sleep...this was not one of them. Rated T for language.

Rated: T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 44 - Words: 192,476 - Reviews: 335 - Favs: 212 - Follows: 161 - Updated: Jan 18, 2016 - Published: Jul 16, 2014 - Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow - Complete

Freak of Nature - thekyuubivixen

Werewolves. They were nothing but fantasy. They didn't exist separate from the intricate words written down on a page, or from the oral folklore that would leave children guessing at the world around them. There was no reason for Shadow to believe otherwise. Well...until he hit one with his car. Rated M for language and violence.

Sonic the Hedgehog - Rated: M - English - Supernatural - Chapters: 14 - Words: 71,025 - Reviews: 63 - Favs: 47 - Follows: 56 - Updated: Mar 17, 2017 - Published: Jul 6, 2016 - Sonic, Shadow, Silver

Premonition - thekyuubivixen

When fighting Eggman, Sonic is hit with a peculiar ray. The Blue Blur then discovers some kind of power that activates when he least expects it. But, is it a blessing…or a curse? Whatever it is, he shouldn't lose sleep over it, right?

Rated: T - English - Drama/Humor - Chapters: 28 - Words: 159,035 - Reviews: 184 - Favs: 141 - Follows: 111 - Updated: Sep 27, 2015 - Published: Jun 18, 2014 - Sonic - Complete

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dmclemblems · 7 years

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demoiselledefortune replied to your post: “I find it incredible how much of a sheer difference exists between the...”:

.... they are nothign alike. I say that as someone who loves Lewyn/Flewyn much more than Kratos. There's just no points of comparisons

I love him more too and I don’t like Kratos that much but it doesn’t change that they have similar parental situations. Kratos is distant and avoids Lloyd, and won’t even tell him the truth. If Holsety is the father of ANYONE but Sety and Fee, he never tells them the truth. He’s distant and tries to avoid family matters. It’s not until toward the END that Kratos gets better with it, and Holsety tried the same thing, also nearing the end - difference being that Lloyd is worlds more mature than Fee and Fee shut her father out when he tried to make amends. Lloyd didn’t shut Kratos out.

Both of them had missions to fulfill that meant abandoning something else. The son in this case is the variable, Fee not counted because she pretty openly gave up on Holsety and told him to “forget he even had a daughter”. Kratos had to choose between duty and son, as did Holsety - difference being Kratos was not a dragon. He did, however, hide his identity as one of Mithos’ men. Regardless that it’s not EXACTLY the same down to a decimal, both of them hid a huge truth from their son that affected them.

Kratos’ issues with Lloyd were actually arguably worse because Lloyd was in physical situations that he could have died in when Kratos was still pretending and still working with Mithos. Sety’s problems were emotional, and both he and Lloyd forgave their fathers in the end (if Sety didn’t give a shit anymore by the end he wouldn’t have STILL begged for him to come home. You can say it’s used by all sons all you want, but it’s fact that they didn’t go in to bother changing Sety’s dialogue to personalize it. In other words, they had some hard times, but they didn’t edit it based on that: they left it under the idea that Sety still wanted his father home with him. They gave Sety personal dialogue with his father in chapter eight that nobody else in the entire game can ever have. If they wanted to, they could’ve edited the epilogue dialogue to reflect along the lines of those problems, but they didn’t). In the end, Lloyd also wanted Kratos to stay home with him, but both Kratos and Holsety had to leave. They had a duty that distanced them from their son.

Neither of them made A+ choices, but both can be excused because Holsety was, again, in the middle of a duty and couldn’t simply say “why yes I’m a dragon and your actual father is dead and I come from a land across the fuckin’ sea”. Kratos didn’t even KNOW Lloyd was his son until he saw Anna’s grave at Lloyd’s house. Holsety and Kratos both did what they thought needed to be done, and again, arguably, Kratos was worse. He was antagonizing Lloyd’s group as per faking everything and being Mithos’ subordinate. Even then, he tried to protect Lloyd whenever he could.

Also consider: Dead mom variable.

I’m pretty sure there wouldn’t be a text wall if there were no points of comparisons. Hell, if I looked deeper into ToS because it’s been so long since I played it, I’d probably find more. I also don’t think I would have expressed it if there were really no points. If I’m saying it, I’ve proooobably thought about it in depth. Sorry, but this didn’t exactly sound very friendly to me and it attempted to close discussion I clearly had thought of and shoot down the ideas I had thought of.

#demoiselledefortune #I talked about this briefly to someone else last night and she agreed too sooo #I'm not the only one with this train of thought about them as fathers

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darkhymns-fic · 5 years

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Magic Swordsman, Expert Tailor

Lloyd has to come to terms with Kratos being his father... Luckily the detailed cloak he was wearing made this a lot easier to deal with.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters: Lloyd Irving, Kratos Aurion, Colette Brunel, Dirk Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Inspired by @moldy-mold‘s cursed/blessed art. Forgive me...just wanted to make something silly and it’s been so long since I tried writing Kratos. Also since this takes place during the Kratos route, certain deaths can’t be avoided whoops.

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“Lloyd,” came a voice that lingered in the air. It made him turn.

“Did…Did someone just call my name?” Lloyd asked no one. He had been so distracted by the falling snow outside his window that the voice had made him jump. He felt a little embarrassed about it… but also that voice was very familiar.

So with little time to spare, he left the inn room, walked down the halls and out into the balcony where the stars hovered bright in the sky. Sound felt muted in Flanoir, so hearing that voice so clearly had caught his attention and curiosity.

No one was outside however.

“Huh. Guess I was just hearing things…” Also, it was really cold outside. He hadn’t brought a cloak with him or anything…

“Lloyd.”

He turned, already expectant to find him, and he did. The first he saw was Noishe, his great ears flicking with each snowflake that fell over his green fur, his tail wagging with excitement. Then next to him was Kratos… looking… kind of similar?

Wait… what was he wearing?

“I apologize for calling you out here, but I deemed it was probably the best time.”

Kratos was wearing a cloak, one that was a mixture of light and dark green. That wouldn’t have been so weird if the color hadn’t been arranged in patterns that were exactly like Noishe’s fur. And as if to make sure Lloyd wasn’t imagining things, the hood of Kratos’ cloak was shaped like a certain dog’s head… complete with long, fringed ears, the tuft of dark green fur at the top, and even buttons that served as the eyes and snout…

“Uh,” Lloyd said – it was the only thing he could say.

Kratos seemed to understand his son’s speechlessness. He pulled at the collar of his hood, looking away and giving a small cough. “The snow in Flanoir can be cumbersome. My own clothes are not sufficient enough for it. Speaking of, are you not cold yourself?”

“Uh,” Lloyd repeated, staring at that hood. How did he get it… so detailed? The question finally registered. “Oh! Um, I’m not really cold. This jacket’s good enough! It’s all well-insulated and stuff!” At least that was what his dad would say…

It was so damn weird seeing Kratos look at him with the usual serious expression while basically wearing a cloak version of Noishe’ face. He had never seen Kratos wear this before? Had he always had it?

…Could he get the same kind of cloak if he asked?

Kratos walked up to the balcony next to Lloyd, and started to talk about his reasons for staying with Cruxis, how he knew Lloyd to be his son, and even, with obvious pain in his voice, related the death of Lloyd’s mother. But through all of that, Lloyd still could not take his gaze away from the hood of that cloak.

He got the ears perfect. Did Kratos make this? At times, he had to switch from looking at Kratos to Noishe, who was still standing in the snow, tail wagging and panting, despite it being cold.

“…And then, I killed her,” Kratos said, closing his eyes as he relived the terrible memory of slaying his past love. “After that, I fought off Kvar and his men, but couldn’t find you. I thought there was no way you could still be alive.”

“…Huh? Oh, y-yeah, that’s great,” Lloyd said off-handedly. It was way too hard to pay attention to anything that he was saying right now. “Hey, uh, could I like… how do you have that?”

Kratos raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”

“Like, do you sew or something? You even got the eyes right!” He was pointing straight at Kratos’ head, before realizing he was talking kind of loudly.

That and Kratos was staring at him – still wearing that cloak.

He lowered his hand. “Er, sorry.” Then scratched the back of his head. “It’s uh, kind of cool, I was trying to say.”

He saw a hint of red in Kratos’ cheeks – probably from the cold. The man looked away for a moment. “I’ve lived for over four millennia – much longer than any human should live for – and I’ve learned a few trade skills along the way. It helped pass the time, so to speak.” He cleared his throat again. “So I learned tailoring, and I seemed to have enough of a talent for it. It was something I learned slightly during my thespian days.”

“Your wha?” Lloyd was gonna ask him about that because it was really confusing him… but he shook his head, still pretty impressed at Kratos’ skills. Kind of a coincidence to have another dad that could also make stuff! Dirk could do a little tailoring too but not on this level…

“Thank you for liking my work, Lloyd,” Kratos said then. Was that pride in his voice?

“Oh! Yeah, you’re welcome! I want one of those now!” Man, how cool would it be to get a cloak like that to match with Noishe? But he realized he was acting kind of excited for what should have been a very serious conversation. He rubbed his hair, dispelling away any stray snowflakes from it. “Heh, just being silly.”

Kratos smiled at his son, looking probably more happy than he ever did. It was kinda strange, especially with the Noishe-cloak on him…but Lloyd was finally starting to understand the man who had been his mentor, and now father.

“It is no trouble at all, Lloyd.”

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After their conversation, Lloyd had gone back to his room at the inn, a little tired, and actually pretty cold. He had a feeling his jacket wasn’t supposed to be that insulated, more meant for chilly nights back home and not a snowstorm. So with a sneeze, he waved goodbye to Kratos and instantly collapsed on his bed.

When he woke up the next morning, he found a letter enclosed with a pendant – one that housed pictures of Kratos… and his mom, along with himself as a baby. He stared at the important item in silence, feeling so moved that Kratos would give something this valuable to him.

Then his eye caught the sight of something else to the right of him that was on a chair… something green.

"Whoa..." Lloyd breathed as he instantly went over to grab the Noishe-cloak in his hands. Did Kratos actually make more than one of these?!

Lloyd worried it might be too big, but when he put it on, fitting the hood just over his head, he found that it was the perfect size for him. But how? That was when he saw another letter placed beside the cloak, and quickly went over to read it.

Lloyd,

I must confess to you that I had worn this style of clothing on what you could say was a hunch. This design I had made while living with your mother. I would wear this while letting you ride on my shoulders and you always seemed to enjoy it. You were particularly fond of the ears and kept pulling at them. It put my stitching skills to the test so that they should no longer be prone to tearing. I made one for your mother as well, but it was unfortunately lost on the night of her death.

I also once started working on a similar cloak for you when you were young. I have adjusted it accordingly to fit you as you are now. Please accept this.

Sincerely,

Kratos

After reading the letter, and carefully putting the hood to fit better over his head, Lloyd had only one thing to say.

“Man, this is the coolest thing ever!”

And of course, right after getting it, he had to show it off to everyone as he made it down to breakfast. Sure, it made people wonder just where he got it from… but he couldn’t just hide this away! Also it was still kinda cold in Flanoir!

“Lloyd! That looks so cute on you!” Colette was saying, starry-eyed, hands clasped as she looked over the cloak. “Did you make that yourself?”

“Well… I’ll tell you later!” he said quickly as Genis stared suspiciously. “And this makes me look cool, not cute!” He politely corrected her on that, hands on his hips, chest swelling with pride as the wind tugged at his Noishe-cloak’s ears.

“Oh okay! Yeah it does look cool on you!” Colette was hopping on her toes. “I wish I had one too…”

Hm, maybe Kratos could make one for Colette? But he’d have to find him again… “You can borrow this one later if you want!”

“Bud, that looks awful,” Zelos was saying, his tone a little harder than usual. “Where’d you even get something like that?”

“It’s not awful! It’s really cool!” He stood proud, the wind pulling at his cloak dramatically, or so he thought it must have.

Presea was tugging at the hem, looking at it curiously. “There are no paw pads,” she simply stated, then turned away.

“I think paw pads would be weird on this,” Lloyd tried to explain. Noishe came up from behind to bump his large head against his back, whining slightly, but tail wagging at rapid speed. “Yeah, you also think it’s cool, don’t you, Noishe?”

And though he would never admit this out loud ever… sometimes, he thought Kratos could be really cool too…

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In the Tower of Salvation, Zelos laid in a puddle of his own blood as Lloyd knelt to his level. He was panting after the fight, having long ago let go of his swords. “Zelos…”

“Hurry and get to Colette,” Zelos was struggling to say. “You don’t have long… Heh, neither do I, I guess…”

“Come on, don’t talk like that!”

Zelos faced Lloyd again, at the friends that surrounded him… then glared sharply. “You really had to keep wearing that during our fight, didn’t you?”

Lloyd blinked, absentmindedly tugging at one of the ears that flopped against his face. “Well, you didn’t give me time to take it off! And Colette liked me wearing it earlier…”

“Uh huh…”

“Also, it really matches well with my jacket, doesn’t it? It’s not even that heavy! Were you wanting one too?”

“…Bud…”

“You kept staring at it before! Is that what this was all about?” He looked expectantly at Zelos who now decided to not answer at all this time. “Hey! Zelos!”

“Uh, Lloyd?” Genis said, standing next to Lloyd. “I think he just died.”

“…Oh…”

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In Torent Forest, the group came upon Kratos who was seated on the ground, looking deep in thought, clasping a bright red sword between his hands. He looked as somber as ever, and it set the air with a tension that Lloyd could feel all around him.

Raine sighed, saying in a whisper to an equally frowning Regal. “Is he really wearing it too?”

“For old time’s sake,” Kratos said, hearing the whisper clearly with his attuned hearing. He got up to his feet, the cloak shifting in the breeze, along with the long ears. “I see you had a similar idea, Lloyd.”

“Well, yeah! Why wouldn’t I?” Lloyd was saying, shocked that Kratos thought he would be any different! He turned back to his group that was full of confused faces. “Everyone, leave this to me.”

“You’re going to fight alone?” Kratos asked, face half hidden in his hood, the sun catching the beady eyes of the cloak.

“Lloyd won’t lose!” called out Colette, eyes bright now that she got to see two of the coveted Noishe-cloaks! “Especially not when he’s wearing something so cute…”

Lloyd had long ago came to terms that at least to Colette, the cloak looked cute on him, but he still stood tall, as cool as he felt! “And while I’m wearing this, I’m gonna show you just how much I’ve improved since last time!”

Kratos said nothing at first, merely readied his sword, eyes narrowed. “I’m not gonna hold back this time.”

Lloyd readied his own weapons, his expression also serious and tense. “I know… I won’t either.”

Genis groaned. “Guys, are you not worried that you’ll tear these up during your fight? I thought these were important for some reason!”

“But we have to!” Lloyd turned to his friend, looking more sure of this than anything.

Kratos nodded once more. “Please respect our choices.”

Raine facepalmed. “They are so goddamn similar it’s giving me a headache. How did I not see it before? It’s so obvious.”

Colette clapped her hands excitedly at now seeing two of the cloaks in action. “You got this, Lloyd!”

Noishe, who happened to be beside her, barked at seeing the familiar attire, while whining at the upcoming fight.

Few of the others could bear to watch…

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At Dirk’s home, Lloyd carried the weight of his new sword set; one of the deepest azure, the other a bright crimson. A gift from each of his fathers.

“I’m sorry for putting everything on you,” Kratos said, feeling small as he stood next to the dwarf named Dirk. But Lloyd looked at each of them proudly.

“I have great dads. One made a ring for his son using the lost arts, and another risked his life to protect his son in secrecy.” Lloyd closed his eyes somberly as he thought on his words, then opened them with brightness. “That and now I not only have two cool swords by both my dads, but also two outfits! I’m so lucky!”

As he was, of course, wearing his usual red outfit – originally made by Dirk, numerous buttons and all – with the Noishe-cloak right on top of it.

Dirk looked at Lloyd with amusement, then shook his head with soft laughter. Kratos had long put away his own cloak (Dirk had offered to wash it with the next load of laundry), but he was sure Kratos probably wished he could wear it right now. “Yeah. You’ve got great parents!”

Now with two swords and two treasured outfits, Lloyd truly felt he was twice as strong as before!

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And yet, after everything, it had been time to say goodbye. Lloyd looked to the sky where he had sent Kratos off for a long time before he headed back home, wondering on his decisions before he could finally settle with it.

“Are ya alright, Lloyd?”

Taking a deep breath as he turned around, leaving the grave of his mother to face Dirk, he smiled. Colette was standing next to him, with a similar look of concern on her face. face.“ I’m fine now.”

“I’m glad Kratos got to leave you a present in the end,” Colette commented, referring to the cloak he still wore. There was also the sword, Flamberge…. But she was totally talking about the cloak. He didn’t mind. It really was so cool!

“Heh, yeah! Me too.” Fixing the clasp to be a bit tighter, he stopped in mid-action. “Oh, I forgot some other stuff in my room. I’ll be right back and then we can go!”

“Okay!” Colette said cheerfully, while Dirk shook his head with a gruff smile. Lloyd went off in a flash of red and green through the door and up the stairs. He even felt faster with this cloak on! Well, Noishe was as fast as the wind, after all… maybe some of Noishe really was in this cloak.

When he went into his room, seeing the pack he had missed bringing back downstairs, it was then he saw something else – something that was placed on his bed.

Something that was a familiar green.

“No way…” Eyes shining, he reached for it to confirm it was real. And sure enough, it was another Noishe-cloak, just as well-made as the one he wore! But he could tell right away that it was a bit shorter? Not by much, but…

He saw a letter on the bed too, which he went immediately to read.

Lloyd,

I will have most likely left to Derris-Kharlan by now. But I wanted to finish making this for your partner during your journey in gathering the Exspheres. I’ve seen Colette stare at your cloak… Forgive me for assuming, but I had wanted to present this as a surprise.

Take care of each other. And don’t die before I do, my son.

Sincerely,

Kratos

Lloyd held both letter and cloak in hand, already imagining a certain familiar blonde-headed figure within the hood. She always seemed to love the ears specifically, and they had just the right amount of fringes on it – just like the real thing.

Hearing Noishe’s bark travel up the stairs, he was reminded he needed to hurry. He had the perfect reason to do so now.

“Colette! Look what I got!” he was already shouting, rushing back down the stairs, excited to see Colette’s happy smile on her face.

And as they both traveled down the road later on, donned in flowing patterns of green as Noishe followed along behind them, Lloyd couldn’t help but think, Kratos really can be cool sometimes…

#tales of symphonia #kratos aurion #lloyd irving #colette brunel #tales of #fanfiction #one shot #im gonna get these cloaks for my colloyd plushies and they're going to look amazing

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howler518 · 5 years

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Kratos x Faye

Several days past since the stranger had been in her care.

On the first day, Faye had taken pure water and clothe to his bedside. In the rush to stabilize the god, she had not washed away the grime and filth that covered him from head to toe. She hated the idea of touching him. It seemed wrong to offer a god such intimate care while her kind had been slaughtered by the likes of him. More than that, Faye felt uneasy being so close to a god, especially one that she knew was capable of great violence.

Faye reached out and slowly molded her palm over his shoulder. The stranger flinched as their skin touched. He was still feverish. She hoped the fever would not take him to Hel too soon.

“I have questions,” Faye muttered, soaking the clothe in the water basin and squeezing it out. A knot balled up in her chest and she steeled herself with grit teeth. She brought the clothe to his arm and pressed it to his pale skin. He stiffened underneath her touch and his brow knit together. Faye could feel the muscles in his shoulder tense but thankfully, he remained unconscious.

Faye continued to work, all the while cursing herself for placing herself in the wolf’s jaws. This was all new territory for her. For the later part of her life, all she had known how to do was run from gods. Or at the very least, elude them.

For a time, she became slid into the shadows and like a ghost she haunted Asgard. Faye made a name for herself in those days as she tended to the sick and weak prisoners of the Aesir, and passed them all the food she could smuggle.

They called her Laufey the Just.

It maddened and enraged Odin that she had undermined his cruelty. He had sent his son, Thor, after her. Faye managed to elude the witless oaf, but it did get her in the habit of running away from gods. Not tending to them as they lay dying.

Faye squeezed the clothe hard, and roughly scrubbed the man’s chest. Perhaps this stranger was an agent sent from Odin to do what Thor could not. The thought made her stomach twist. And here he was, in her bed, receiving her care, all for him to wake up and wrap his hands around her throat.

It would befit the Allfather to send such an agent to appeal to her good-hearted nature. Faye whispered prayers for Tyr’s guidance as she washed the dirt and blood away.

As the days bled into each other, Faye had nearly gotten used to the god taking up space in her home.

Every day she would check his bandages and change the wrappings. While his other wounds were on the mend, the ones around his wrists and forearms were steady to heal. In fact, they didn’t seem to heal at all. Faye did her best to keep them wrapped with healing salves but deep down she had a feeling that those markings weren’t entirely of this world. They looked like the links of chains had burned themselves into his skin.

She stiffened, her blood running cold.

Faye looked back at her rug for a moment, where underneath the blades lay hidden.

“What kind of man would do that to himself?”

He’s not a man , Faye reminded herself. Gods are capable of all manner of cruelty. That at least, she knew for certain.

In the night, the stranger would talk as he slumbered. Faye knew all the languages in the nine realms, and yet this one escaped her. Faye knew that she would have to work around the language barrier if she had any hope of getting answers from the stranger. So Faye listened, attuning herself to the strange foreign tongue.

“ Calliope ,” he would call. Faye was certain it was a name. He said something about being sorry. But it was all still muddy for Faye. Did he say he was sorry or was he asking about a goat? She found that she could learn just about any language, even the ones she didn’t know. However, this one would certainly take more time.

Sometimes when he grew restless, Faye would listen patiently at his bedside.

“Who do you dream about?” She whispered, “Who is Lysandra?”

There were especially hard nights where he would jerk violently and cry out. It was maddening for Faye. Though she did not want to wake him and put herself in his rage-fueled path, she also did not want him to open his wounds again.

He’s no use dead , she told herself.

“Sh sh sh,” Faye tried to soothe, but he continued to thrash. By the dim light of her hearth which had died down to glowing embers, she could see his face contorted in pain.

Faye's jaw tighten and placed a palm to his forehead, trying to steady him.

“Be still, god's-blood.” But her words had no effect. Whatever his agitation was, he wasn’t going to calm easily.

She wasn’t sure from what pit of memories it sprang, but a song found its way to Faye’s lips. At first, it was awkward footing as she remembered the tune.

“The sky is dark, and the hills are white.”

Still, the god was restless. Already blood blossomed through the bandages on his side. Dammit. Faye continued to sing. It was all she had left to do, other than tying him down.

“As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, ”

It was a low, whispered song. She was sure that it was a lullaby that she’d heard as a child, one that managed to soothe her when she had nightmares.

“What shall you fear when I am here?

Sleep, little one, sleep.”

Admittedly, Faye felt a bit foolish for singing a child’s lullaby to a god. But it didn’t matter, she wasn’t even sure if he could hear her.

Whether or not he could hear her, as she sang, the man softened under her palm. His contorted face relaxed some. She could feel the muscles in his body loosen as he fell still once again. Faye had begun to rub her thumb along his forehead absentmindedly.

“Weary thou art, anext my heart

Sleep, little one, sleep.”

At last, he calmed. Faye backed away and brought her hand back to her side. She gripped her hand in a tight fist, trying to squeeze away the memory of his skin. Faye thought about how she touched him. There was tenderness there. She hadn’t meant to do that.

She was about to go back to sleep on her rug when a hoarse voice cracked the darkness.

“What have I become? ” the stranger murmured. Faye spun around. He had sounded so lucid, and she had understood him perfectly. Yet, his eyes remained closed. But his expression was pained.

“What have I become?” he repeated.

Her feelings about the god became more and more muddied. It was hard to be angry at someone whom she had grown so familiar with, even if it was wholly one sided. He could still spring awake at any moment and turn on her, without any knowledge that she had been the one to bring him back from death’s grip.

She was still unsure how this god would be connected to her future. No more visions had come to her and his restless murmurings offered no insight. Her lack of clarity coupled with long hours had her growing evermore impatient for answers.

The days seems to be growing longer, though dusk approached sooner with the coming winter. Faye grew restless with boredom and impatience as the days dragged on. So, she filled the empty hours with menial tasks as she watched over him. She got in the bad habit of humoring one-sided conversations with him.

One day after she had returned from hunting, she came through her door and announced, “I’ve caught us venison, Fárbauti.”

She had come up with the name which meant ‘he who strikes dangerous blows.’ It was fitting. And she was tired of calling him a stranger. It had been little more than a week and he had slept in her bed, shared her hearth, and even eaten her food (or whatever broth she could slip past his lips). By any normal standards, he was not a stranger anymore.

She slung the carcass from her shoulder and let it land heavy on her table. Faye brushed a strand of auburn hair from her face with a heavy sigh.

“No grumbles for me today, eh?”

He did not stir.

“Fárbauti?”

A brief panic came over her as she noticed his chest did not move.

“No no no no. Shit!” Faye threw down her bow and quiver and rushed to his bedside. She waited for a moment, holding her breath. His entire body was unnaturally still. She reached out, putting both hands on his shoulders and shook him gently.

She had spent too long hunting. Had the fever taken him in that time? Faye thought he was getting better, already his wounds were fixing to heal well. She was sure he would wake soon, not succumb to his injuries.

“ F á rbauti !” Faye shook him again, harder, but was like a stone. She put her fingers to his neck and found a slow, lazy pulse.

There was one tried and true method that she hadn’t tried. Faye winced, and she drew her hand back.

“Please don’t be angry,” she prayed.

She struck him hard across the face.

Eyes like molten gold snapped open.

Faye’s heart leapt up in her throat.

Fuck.

Farbauti gripped her wrist hard, his eyes burning into her own. Her mind spun. Words tumbled out of her mouth.

“ Friend, ” she said in his language. The man growled and said something back, but she couldn’t understand.

“I am not your enemy-” she barely got the last word out when his other hand game to grip her throat. She tried to say the word for friend again but Fárbauti gripped tighter and choked the words from her. Faye clawed at his hand and her lungs burned for air.

There would be a time for reasoning later.

Faye brought her free hand down to his jaw in a quick jab. He grunted and released her. Faye stumbled back, coughing. Fárbauti rose from the bed and winced in pain. He gripped his side and found the bandages there.

“Friend!” Faye croaked and pointed at her chest. “Friend! You stupid oaf!”

What if he wouldn’t back down? What if he gave her no choice?

The axe was at still his bedside where she had left it.

Stupid! She scolded herself.

His gaze followed hers to the axe. With a low-burning snarl, he hefted the axe in his grip.

“Not friend.” He said. Fárbauti advanced her.

Message received.

Faye recalled the axe to her hand. An unseen force stole the axe from the god’s hand, and it flew through the air in an arc toward Faye. She caught it midair. She ground her teeth, her warrior spirit burning hard in her gut. The god looked from his hand to the axe that was now clear across the room in Faye’s grip. His golden eyes narrowed.

“Come and get it, beast,” she growled.

Fárbauti roared and barreled across the room toward her. Before Faye could raise the axe, Fárbauti rammed into her, his shoulder connecting with her ribcage. Air escaped her lungs and Faye gasped.

He threw her against the wall, knocking the axe from her hand. Faye’s skull slammed back against the wall. She could taste blood in her mouth.

He pounded his fists into her ribs. She managed to blow a few blows, but some met their mark. Pain exploded inside her with every punch.

Fárbauti reeled back, and with another wild roar he brought his fist down. Faye dodged the punch and drove her knee into his abdomen. Right into his wounds. He grunted in pain and drew back, gripping his side and panting. Faye recalled the axe back to her hand.

“Don’t make me kill you,” she warned.

The god panted for a moment and spit blood. There was a small breath between them.

As if he realized that she would not be so easily smashed as the stag had been.

“Come on!” Faye roared.

He faked a step to his left and Faye, in her haste, threw the Leviathan. The axe went spiraling to the left and Fárbauti attacked from the right, bringing down blow after blow with renewed fury. Faye blocked his arm and landed three hard punches to his abdomen. She knew if she kept aiming there, he would eventually weaken.

The god faltered with a cry of pain and Faye landed one more hard punch to his throat. The god stumbled back, gasping for breath like a fish.

Faye inhaled slowly and approached him, calling the Leviathan. She drove a devastating kick to his knee, bringing him down to the floor as he coughed and sputtered. She slid to the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, bear-hugging the air from his lungs. He drove himself back and buried her beneath him but Faye held tight. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at his chest to keep him from kicking her off.

“ Friend ,” Faye snarled through grit teeth. Fárbauti elbowed her hard in the ribs and she heard a sickening crack. Still, she held on through the pain.

Struggling harder, and more desperately, Fárbauti reached back and grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair. Faye yelped as he tore a good chunk of her hair out, and dug her teeth into his arm until she tasted blood.

She only had to hold on a bit longer. His breaths were growing more labored. Faye could feel the strength draining from him with every struggle, each becoming less ferocious than the last.

Finally, Fárbauti fell limp on top of her. Faye was still panting and holding tight.

Let go.

She had to tear herself away to keep from killing him. Faye heaved his massive body off her and regained her breath.

Faye planted one last kick into his back.

“Stupid god,” she hissed.

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