Destiny Fans Why Are You Allergic To Old Man Osiris To The Point That You Subscribe To The Fanon That

Destiny fans why are you allergic to old man Osiris to the point that you subscribe to the fanon that guardians can age....

Pick(axe) Your Battles >.>

Ya'll this started from a joke. Starting to see that Warlock chest piece from the Warlord's Ruin dungeon getting to be kind of popular as a reference item for Felwinter (which is correct and good the man deserves to be draped in furs) but you always see that kind of goofy climbing or ice pick that comes attached vanish. But no, I say let the man keep it he'd use it, but maybe not always for it's intended use HEH.

I definitely see Felwinter as the resourceful type that will have his standard kit that he keeps with him, sure, but will 10000% pick up a crow bar (or an ice pick, or an old steering wheel, or a fucking brick...) and fight with it if that's what's hand, and he'll freaking win with it, too.

The Nova Bomb is just insult to injury :3

commission for @ zeteram (twitter)

well, Destiny 2 people, we gotta do this too, right?

Universe Switch- WIP

(a sneak peak at what I have so far)

This story is where Felwinter from a Universe where lives and Osiris takes his place in Site 6 gets flopped into the normal Destiny universe.

Felwinter groaned as he woke up, his vision spinning as his systems all reset. He had been fighting in the battle against the Witness side by side with Saint when the Young Wolf had dealt the killing blow and he had been blown off the tower falling to what he assumed would be a final death since Felspring had been killed just a few years prior.

He knew Saint would be devastated but he would keep going to take care of the Young Wolf just like Saladin had kept going after losing Jolder and like how Felwinter had kept going even after Osiris had taken his place in Site 6 and died to the SIVA.

Closing his eyes he let his last thoughts be of Osiris and his worst regret. Then he felt something wrench something inside of him and it all went black.

He was surprised when he woke up laying on the ground in Site 6 and winced as he dragged himself to his feet looking around. It was like he remembered it when he had helped the Young Wolf fight off the SIVA infected Iron Lords. He jumped when a ghost materialized beside him before staring dumbly at Felspring as she started talking about how she didn’t know how they were alive after being destroyed by SIVA.

“But… we weren’t here? You were killed by the Celebrant when I tried to kill it alone. Osiris died here. He wouldn’t let me go. Insisted to let this be his test to earn the title of Iron Lord. So I gave in. He never came home again. I moved to the Last City and moved in with Saint-14… don’t you remember?” He asked her surprised.

She buzzed back at him in confusion. “I… don’t. No. I remember you fighting here after a fight with Osiris and he stormed off. We all died when Lady Jolder blew everything up.” The ghost admitted.

Taking that in Felwinter nodded. “Well… we should go to the tower. I’m certain Ikora will help us find answers and I want to see Saint.” He said and she bobbed before coming over and nuzzling against his neck. He patted her gently.

“I missed you too.” He murmured before they started picking their way out to find a ship and get to the last city.

The bustle of the Tower soothed his nerves even if he got a lot of stares. He ignored them and made his way to the apartment he shared with Saint near the hanger glad that the code still seemed to be the same to let him in.

However, walking inside, he immediately felt like he had entered the wrong apartment. Some items were right, like the copper tea kettle from his rooms at the Iron Temple and a few books he knew were his but there were also stacks of papers everywhere, and little trinkets he knew neither he nor Saint had bought.

“It looks like your office when Osiris was in a tizzy over some new topic,” Felspring giggled and Felwinter make a snorting sound as he walked over to one of the datapads. Before he could reach it, however, he felt the cold chill of void energy behind him and immediately summoned a dawnblade and spun just in time to block the shield spinning for his head. It got reflected back to the titan and Felwinter dove to the side as a fist was aimed at him instead.

“Saint! Stop! It’s me!” He yelped and jumped over the couch as Saint-14 spun around glaring.

“You break into my house and you want me to not kill you? I do not know who you are,” He growled

“What do you mean you don’t know me!? So help me if you got amnesia from banging you head to0 hard into a Vex or Fallen again I’m going to bash your head into a wall! Saint-14, I am your husband. I live here! Felwinter? Iron Lord?” He yelled as he continued to dodge Saint’s attacks but the name seemed to draw him up short.

“Felwinter? Lord Felwinter died centuries ago! I only met him twice in temple and never spoke to him directly. I did not marry him, I married Osiris! Everyone knows I married Osiris! You are not even good liar.” Saint snarled at him accent getting thicker with his anger.

Felwinter froze as pain that wasn’t from an injury radiated through him but then the door opened and they both turned to look at Osiris as he walked in.

It was definitely Osiris despite looking older and more haggard. He looked between them eying the dawnblade and Saint’s shield but looking up into Felwinter’s eyes Felwinter was relieved to see a look of recognition.

“Felwinter?” He asked and Saint snorted but let his shield fade away so Felwinter followed his lead and let his blade dissipate as well.

“So he claims! He also claimed that we were married and you died! A fool who doesn’t even know his history well enough to lie! We both know Lord Felwinter died,” Saint huffed walking over to stand protectively near Osiris.

“You died too Saint. In the Garden. We, of all people, should know that impossible things can happen. How did you know the code for the door to get in? It was not forced,” Osiris asked calmly.

Felwinter felt like his heart was being torn to pieces. “I… It was… Our wedding date. I’ll go. Clearly this is not my home. There was a mistake.” He said but Osiris’ hand shot out and he grabbed Felwinter’s arm.

“Your wedding to Saint? Please don’t leave yet. I know this must be difficult for you but I believe you are who you say you are. I knew Lord Felwinter and his light is unmistakable. Your light is unmistakable.” Osiris said and Felwinter resisted yanking his arm back.

“Yes. My wedding to Saint-14. A different Saint-14 it seems. Let me go.” He said the sound like grating metal as he tried not to lash out from the hurt that was building up his chest.

Osiris released him and he cradled his arm to his chest as if it had been burnt as he backed toward the door.

“Fel… You don’t have to go. It was a misunderstanding but even if you aren’t from here that doesn’t mean you aren’t wanted.” Osiris said eyes wide and hand still hovering outstretched.

Felwinter looked between him and Saint, violet eyes now looking appraising instead of angry.

“I… I should go.” He said and wrenched the door open and ran. He could hear, briefly, Osiris turn on Saint and start hissing at him like an angry cat but he quickly put too much distance between the apartment and himself to heard anything. He found a dark corner he knew no one would pass by and let himself curl up starting to sob into his knees. Felspring did her best to nuzzle in to his neck to offer him some comfort but it was all so much.