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[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way: Chapter 1

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Chapter 2

Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, attempted sexual assault (not Joel), somno, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot)but fair warning, major age gap

This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also refered to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.

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The first time you met Joel Miller was a flurry of events.

“C’mon Joel, I don’t have it this time but I promise, next month its yours”

Jaimie, your dad, stood in front of Joel, who was unarmed but guarded by his group of fellow raiders who had guns pointed at Jaimie and his men. “Next time you’ll owe me nearly double, I’m tired of waiting, I got a reputation to uphold.”

Jaimie owed Joel money, and a lot of it. The amount of land Joel controlled was expansive, a damn near kingdom at this point that FEDRA didn’t bother with since it was so far out in the middle of nowhere. Joel and his gang of raiders made a near Viking-like living out here. You could either pay Joel monthly with small amounts of food or resources and in return you have a modicum of protection from him and other raiders as Joel’s men patrolled areas under their control, or Joel just raids you and takes everything you have. Easy enough choice. Problem was, if Joel’s men raided your farm or town, in general, they didn’t kill you if you didn’t try to fight. However, if he didn’t get what he expected from you, he was none too thrilled about using his men's resources to protect people who weren’t paying, and that debt could easily end up with someone dead, and that’s how Joel came to your dads house.

“Fine” Joel grumbled, turning to one of his men, a tall redhead. “Kill him”

“Wait!” Your dad shouted, and Joel held up a hand to stop the gunman.

“I’m listening”

“I have a daughter” Jaimie offered.

Joel narrowed his eyes at that. “You think I need help getting my dick wet?” He began to turn to the red haired man again, when your dad shouted the words that really piqued Joel’s interest.

“She’s a virgin!”

Jaimie continued, motioning for one of his men to get you from where you were hiding in the hall. “You can have your way with her, as long as you want, knock off some of what I owe you, and next month I’ll have the rest, unless of course you want her again.”

You’re pulled in before the two groups, and had the distinct feeling you were on display.

A man to the right of Joel, looking a little younger than him but only by a few years, with longer, dark hair, finally spoke. “You pimping out your own daughter?” He said with disgust.

Your dad glared at him. “Judge me all you want, Tommy, not all of us have powerful family to protect us” he turned back to Joel.

Joel held out a hand, stopping the interaction, then turned to you. His gaze was intense, focussed, harsh, and you couldn’t help but be afraid. You were used to this, of course, your dad using you as a bargaining tool, bad men who had used you and hurt you, leaving bruises and scars that were visible even from where Joel stood, but Joel was different, Joel was powerful, Joel was a cold blooded killer, and was not someone you wanted to upset or god forbid disappoint when he took you; you might end up with a bullet in the head if he wasn’t happy with a blowjob. 

Joel scanned you, taking in your body and no doubt the marks that littered your skin. “You let them do that to her?” He referenced the bruises.

Your dads hands were still raised. “Other men have used her mouth, but nothing other than that. Some men just want to toss her around, rough her up a bit, get themselves off like that, but you’d be the first inside her.”

“Joel.” The younger man spoke with a warning. “Don’t”

“I’ll do damnwell whatever I please” Joel grumbled, turning to your dad. “Mouth only, I’ll see if she’d worth buying more off after that.”

Jaimie nodded. “Sure! You can rough her up too, if you want, that’s extra, of course-”

“Shut up, I’ll decide the price when I’m done with her.” Quickly, Joel strode over to you and hanked you out of the other man’s grasp, half-dragging you to another room, your dad calling out to you not to mess this up.

Joel grabs you by the neck and shoves you to your knees, the cold, hard floor stinging against your kneecaps. You try your best to suppress the shaking fear inside you and play good little whore, reaching up to undo his belt buckle but Joel smacks your hands away, yanking you by your hair to look at him.

“Listen to me, sweetheart.” Despite the pet name, his tone was harsh and condescending. “I don’t need you to do anything, you’re just a warm, wet hole for me to get off with, got it?”

You nod.

“Just stay still and this will be over soon enough. Hands behind your back, now.” He demanded and you did as you were told, holding both your hands behind you and opening your mouth.

Joel took his cock out, and an involuntary whimper escaped you; you’d never been with a man this big, and if he liked you, he was supposed to deflower you? How was all that supposed to fit?

Joel must’ve seen the fear in your eyes. “I’ll start slow, but after that, I ain’t taking it easy on you, little girl.”

You nod quickly, thankful for even small mercies. 

Joel kept his word, sliding into you slowly, carefully, pausing when you gag, and allowing you to adjust when his full length was inside. Tears pricked at your eyes, it hurt so bad, but you needed to do good. If Joel didn’t like you, whatever you dad would do as punishment would be way worse than this.

He pulled himself all the way out, and told you to take a breath. “This is where the fun begins”. When he thrust his dick inside you, you heaved so hard that if you had eaten anything, you would’ve thrown up all over him, spit spilling out of your mouth mixed with stomach bile, your scalp stinging from his painful grip on your hair.

“Fuck yeah, gag on it” You can hear him say above you, and it’s not like you have a choice, continuing to make a mess on him and yourself, the drool dripping down your chin.

“Such a pretty little mouth” he grunts with each thrust. “Wonder what that tight little cunt would feel like.” You can’t help but whimper, knowing how much it would hurt to feel Joel stretching you open. His breathing becomes heavier. “Don’t know if I can have you just once, princess, just look at you…” His fingers entangled themselves deeper into your hair, holding you still as he fucked your face. “Might just have to keep you, be my little pocket pussy to use whenever I want, you want that? Hm?” When you don’t respond, you keep your eyes tightly closed, as the pain in your throat grows.

Joel huffs a laugh when you don’t respond, not that you could say much of anything either way. “Well, you don’t really have much of a choice. But wouldn’t it be better? Only me? No more random men? Of course, I’d fuck you, be the first one inside you…” His pace was faltering, imagining breaking you open, your blood on him… “Fuck!” Joel cums in your mouth with no warning, and you begin to cough and choke, cum and spit falling out of your mouth and he pulls you off him by your hair, throwing you to the ground. 

You lay there, heaving and coughing, face covered in spit, tears and cum and maybe a little blood, your throat burns and your just want to curl up and cry, but Joel is pulling you up. “Let's go” he’s yanking you around again, and you stumble to the door, feeling somewhat like a rag doll. Before opening, however, Joel stops, wiping his sleeve roughly on your face. “Can’t let them see what a pretty mess you make, princess.”

When he pulled out outside, where it seems the tensions hadn’t eased, Joel announces he’s taking you.

Your dad immediately protests, and for a moment you think he might actually care about you, until he gives his reason, being that he sells your mouth for extra money, and Joel can’t take that away from him.

“I’ll wipe your debts clean” Joel isn’t even looking at him, yanking you to where his men had loaded resources onto their horses.

“But that’s-”

“And the next three months free.”

Your dad seemed to recognize that Joel wanted you, and tried to trade for more and Joel hoped on his horse, never letting go of your arm. Effortlessly, he reached under your arms and pulls you up onto the horse, and you suddenly realize the weight of the predicament. Joel was taking you, and you weren’t coming back. He was going to fuck you until he was tired of you, then throw you away, if he doesn’t kill you. You were never going to see your friend or your brother again.

“Joel, come on, she’s my only daughter” You dad tried one more time, and you begin to squirm in Joel’s lap, wanting out. “She’s worth a little more than that, untouched.”

“Dad, please, don’t”

Joel wraps an arm around you and points a gun at your dad's head. “Three months, and I don't blow your brains out right now.”

Raising his hands, Jaimie backs down, giving up.

“Lets go” Joel says to the younger man from before, and turns his horse around.

You hear your name called from the house, and turn to find your brother running outside. 

“ZACH!” You scream for help, the fight in you kicking in, desperately trying to get out of Joel’s arms. The horse takes off, and you turn to see Zach getting on his own and starting after you and your dad telling him to stop.

Turning around, in one movement, Joel turns your head into his chest to cover your ears, and shoots.

You scream, and turn to see your brother fallen off the horse, laying still.

The first time you saw Joel Miller, he fucked your face, bought you, kidnapped you, and killed your brother in a span of ten minutes.

“One stop princess, then we can go home, and you get to be my little toy.” Joel spoke, his breath hot in your ear, as if he was your husband taking you home after a wedding, not the man who just uprooted you from everything you know.

The stop, as it turned out, took 2 hours to get to, and you were exhausted and in shock by the time you, the younger brunette and the redhead separated from the group. Joel had tied up your arms in front of you, not that you could escape even if you tried. Joel was much stronger than you. You were nearly nodding off, Joel’s hold on you keeping you upright, the adrenaline rush leaving you bone tired, when you heard a woman’s voice.

“You trafficking girls now, Joel?”

You open your eyes wearily to find a woman on a horse with two others flanking her, she had dark skin and her hair was in braids, eyeing Joel with disgust.

Joel’s hand ran across the top of your chest, closer to your collar bone but enough to make your whimper. It was a display, more than anything, meant to get a rise out of the woman. “What would you do if I was?”

“Not much I can do, it seems.” She seethed.

“Relax, Maria. Her dad was the one was selling her, I bought, she’s staying with me.”

You were dreary, unable to keep your eyes open, only listening to the voices.

“And that’s supposed to be better?”

You could feel Joel shrug. “Maybe, maybe not. But she’s not getting passed around like she was at her dads. We ain’t making a habit of it, if that makes you feel any better.”

Joel motioned the redheaded man over, who Joel referred to Nick. “Take her, just up the hill there, out of earshot, but where I can see her. Do. Not. Touch.”

Falling asleep against your best attempts to stay awake, you feel yourself getting picked up and handed off into another's arms. Over the next few hours, you were in and out of sleep, unable to fully rest but unable to stay away either. Passed back to Joel, who you only knew was him from the smell of his leather jacket, and another long ride for god knows how long, you finally awaken when Joel passes you down from the horse and into the brunette man’s arms before climbing down and reclaiming you. You felt like an object they just passed around as needed, no regard for you. You open your eyes in front of a large house, trying to take everything that had happened in the last few hours, but between your sleep addled brain and the general shock of it, you found yourself unable to. This is where you’d stay for the remainder of your short life, Joel rapeing you and letting god knows who else do the same until you die. Joel starts pulling you inside.

“Please” You whimper before you can stop yourself.

Joel thrust you up against the door, his face right next to yours and his beard rubbing against your skin, burning it. “What was that, little one?”

But you don’t reply.

“Joel…” the younger man says from behind the two of you.

“Shut up, Tommy.” He pulls you back, opening the unlocked door. “You ain’t fucking in charge here. I paid good money for her.” He snaps to Tommy, his large hand around the back of your neck tightening, making you whimper. “And I’m bout to get my money's worth.”

“I know” Tommy steps forward, carefully, like he has experience cooling his leader down. “We just road 4 fours, maybe you should wait, you’re tired-”

“You calling me old?” Joel fully turned around, his hand moving to the front of your throat, pressing your back into his front.

“No, that ain’t what I’m saying, Joel. I just mean you got her as long as you want her, no need to do it tonight, you can enjoy yourself more later.” Tommy’s eyes flickered over to yours, and you saw just a smidge of sympathy before they went back to Joel. “She’s had a long night, Joel, she just lost everything. Give her one night, please?”

You stood there in Joel’s arms, your hands still tied in front of you, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Joel’s chest, praying to whomever that you can have this; if Joel took your virginity tonight, you were sure you’d simply break.

Grabbing your bundled hand, Joel begins dragging you inside, and you see why the door wasn’t locked. In the living room, several more men were sitting inside: some drinking, some playing games, some just… sitting. Joel turns to them “She is mine, no one fucking touches her.” he demands as he pulls you, stumbling and trying to keep up with his long strides. Opening up a door, Joel thrusts your back to the wall, taking out his knife and you gasp, trying to get away; to where, you don’t know.

“Hold still, woman, or I’ll cut you for real.” Joel cut off your hand ties, and literally threw you onto the dirty mattress. He stomped over, towering above you, and pointing. “One night. Tomorrow I get what I paid for, and you’re mine, wherever, whenever, and however I want you, no matter what Tommy and his bleeding heart think. Understood?”

You nod, but that's not enough for him.

“Say, ‘yes, Sir’”

You swallow, and speak as much as you can imagine. “Yes sir”

“Go to sleep”

And with that, he leaves the room, and you can hear it locking. How are you supposed to sleep after all that? After everything?

Not long after, the door opens again, and you scramble up thinking Joel changed his mind; it was Tommy, but that didn’t ease you at all. Maybe Tommy showed you mercy to save you for himself.

“Relax, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

He’s got a bowl in one hand and a bag in the other. “Don’t got much by way of a bath tonight, but here's hot water and a towel, you can at least wash your face, and here’s clean clothes and a pillow”

You don’t move, frozen in fear, almost as if he was a t-rex; if you didn’t move, he wouldn’t see you.

A soft smile. ”Alright, I’ll get out of your hair” and with that he leaves you, your room dark save for the moonlight coming through the window.

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You know, when I made this side blog it was initially gonna be like. Secret. Like I wasn't gonna tell my mutuals i had a side blog for dark content

But even if I decided to stay anonymous, the fact I have a fic with a song title, a shitty dad and a good brother would've given it away lol

Anyway, if you want to read more, comment to be added to the tag list!

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[holylulusworld]

Looking for some recommendations by you or your kind followers 🥰

Steve or Bucky mafia / mob or abo series

And Henry Cavill series (I've fallen into a big rabbit hole of lusting over that man lol)

I've read all of your stories so much Lulu, like Consolidation Bride is like my number 1 series. I reread it often sometimes when I walk my dog or when I'm moody and on my period😂.

Hi lovely. Aw, I'm happy someone loves Consolation Bride as much as I do. I'm tempted to write a sequel, I just don't know when.

Let's see, I will list the blogs coming to my mind in random order. I hope I don't forget half of the people I follow...

I highly recommend @angrythingstarlight's blog for Mafia AUs. She has wonderful Mafia AUs for Bucky.

@navybrat817 has great stories for Bucky & Steve & Henry's characters. Check her Bucky list for Mafia stories.

@kinanabinks has an awesome Mafia Bucky x Best Friend (fairy) series. You can find it here: MOB!BUCKY MASTERLIST

@jtargaryen18 has a wonderful Mafia Steve / arranged marriage story called His Inheritance (ongoing). I got it on my reading list.

@sinner-as-saint has all your little heart desires, including mafia AUs, A/B/O and so much more.

@biteofcherry has great a/b/o & mafia stories for Steve. I think some are dark, so check the warnings for triggers.

@smutsonian has this mafia Steve I just discovered and need to read.

@buckyalpine has a story called pretty little thing with Mob Bucky. It's on my reading list.

You are looking for Henry & his roles? Fear not. Look at @littlefreya's blog. Here's her "stories" masterlist. There is a drabbles masterlist in her bio too.

Do you need more Henry? Here you go: @viking-raider will help you out.

@waiting4inspiration has an Alpha Bucky series.

These are the ones coming to my mind atm. If anyone has stories for nonnie to read, please feel free to add them to his post. 😊

#fic recs #fic recommendation #lulu answers

[theunchainedmelody]

Freyja’s Blessing- A Vinland Saga smut fic feat. Arnheid x Einar, Thorfinn, & Snake [one-shot]

Ship: Arnheid x Einar romance. MFM foursome (Arnheid x Einar, Thorfinn, Snake). Content Warnings: Super explicit sex scenes. Poly dynamic. Trigger warnings listed below.

Summary: Arnheid has been sent to take care of the old master Sverkel. Soon, a peaceful evening of cooking and sharing a meal with Einar, Thorfinn, and Snake takes a sensual turn as pent-up desires begin to surface. Growing feelings between Einar and Arnheid are blossoming, but will she end up spending the night with him or all three of these men?

A smutty one shot with a happy ending for dear Arnheid!

Preface: Ketil tripped on a rock and fucking died lol. His son Olmar wound up taking over the farm, and so Arnheid’s life has gotten easier. She is not with child in this version. I also promise this doesn’t lead into Gardar’s death or her own. All that aside, this fic plays out extremely close to Season 2’s episode 13 with Arnheid being sent to watch over Sverkel after his fall.| Trigger Warnings: As Arnheid canonically has a dark past as a non-consensual sex slave to Ketil, this will be brought up briefly at different moments. One of Thorfinn’s memories eludes to having witnessed rape when he was a Viking. Moments where Arnheid worries she’s “damaged goods” or “sinful” represent her erroneous thoughts and do not reflect my own opinion. Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy! ~ASQ

Arnheid’s life had been a sorrowful mess for the last six years. At first, it had seemed a blessing, well with her arranged marriage somehow working out for the better. Indeed, Gardar had been a loving husband and equally attentive father to their son. Utterly handsome as well. However, the day iron was discovered outside her village was the day Arnheid felt her stomach turn to rot, fearing Thor’s heavenly gift of iron would prove naught but an ill tiding. In the end, her premonition proved true. War between clans soon erupted, each seeking out valuable metals for the uplifting of their people’s fortune. In the end, it merely uprooted everything they’d built. Viking raiders slew her beloved son Hjalti and she, like the other women of the village, was shipped deep into the land of the Danes. Being a renowned beauty became something of a curse for her, and even the sweet Ketil proved a cruel master behind locked doors. While she was made to please him, she dreamed of Gardar whose fate remained unknown. Had her beloved husband perished or met the same end as her, a lifetime in bondage? Regardless, her own life was over. Unlike the men of the farm, she would not be allowed to buy her freedom. Forever would she remain a slave. And so, despair took her heart, and through it, she could only smile and be kind to the misfortunate, even as it began to rain. It soaked her to the bone.

Arnheid remembered the day it stopped raining. It was when she had met Einar for the first time, a shared greeting at the homestead well. Timid, kind, and handsome, a face difficult to hate, although perhaps the resemblance to her husband didn’t hurt matters. Either way, his warm demeanor made for jovial company and around the master’s well, she and he would make conversation at dawn. Einar was her first friend on Ketil’s farm, and in truth, his companion Thorfinn was pleasant in his own way. In the past, he’d never so much as lent her a passing gaze, but that made him fascinating in his own way. He lacked the carnality of other men on the farm, and she would have gladly admired it if not for the deep wells of sadness Arnheid sometimes sensed in him. And yet, these days, Thorfinn seemed far livelier and far more compassionate, perhaps due to his friendship with the spirited Einar.

Einar and Thorfinn were good men, she was sure of that. Their hearts were not cruel like the mistress nor hiding venom like Ketil.

In time, she’d come to see both men as her best of friends.

And Arnheid’s fortune only continued with the passing of Ketil.

With her master having perished, she was free to never again visit his bed chambers at dusk. His son Olmar was rowdy and foolish, but on his deathbed, Ketil had named him his heir on account of Thorgil being off serving King Canute. However, Arnheid knew the real reason was that Ketil had always feared Thorgil’s bloodthirsty nature, his vigor in battle. Arnheid was relieved by his choice. Olmar was famously brash and impulsive, but his father’s passing brought on tribulations. With it, he was forced to grow into a man. He’d prove a more compassionate master to Arnheid, protecting her from his mother and allowing her to work off her debt. The young man had little interest in her, being rather taken by Oddny who he had quickly freed, so desperate to not repeat the mistakes of his father.

It was a wonderous thing to be free, to know life might continue past the slavery she’d known the last five or six years.

Fortune smiled on Arnheid yet again as she was granted more freedom away from the master’s manor, away from Ketil’s callous widow. From now on, she was to personally see to the care of the old master, Sverkel.

It was a pity that her new housing was not obtained through more fortunate circumstances. The poor old man had collapsed in his own wheat field. Had Snake not searched so vehemently for him, the situation may have been all the more dire. As it were, Arnheid was happy to nurse Sverkel back to some manner of health. She knew little of Ketils’ father other than he was described as a crochety old man, but being bedridden was surely a terrible thing. Arnheid wanted greatly to ease his days. And for that, she’d start with a home-cooked meal.

Gardar had always praised her cooking, but Arnheid wouldn’t say her food was anything special. Besides, the old man with his lack of teeth and weak condition was best kept on some healthy barley porridge for the time being. But what of the others? Apparently, Snake, the leader of the hired swords, was accustomed to sharing meals with the old master? Was the master a cook himself? Even more, her friends Einar and Thorfinn had chosen to linger for the rest of the day, eager to help her out. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to prepare something for them, something beyond a slave’s issue of rations?

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“Master Sverkel,” asked Arnheid, “I’ve brought over all I could carry from the mistress’ pantry. Might I cook enough for Einar and Thorfinn too? And Snake of course. I know how you care for him.”

Sverkel twisted his head angrily in his bunk as he replied, “Ugh. Don’t speak to me of Snake, that useless urchin. And I don’t care if you make food for the others. If you have that much food, you might as well cook it.”

Arnheid beamed back at him and said, “Thank you, Master Sverkil.”

The old man replied, “Don’t be so rigid. I don’t care about politeness.”

“Oh,” she said with a blink before smiling warmly at him. He was being rude about it, but she caught his meaning. Sverkel wasn’t a fan of Arnheid playing the role of the respectful slave. If he wanted her to relax, she was more than happy to do so.

Arnheid continued, “As you wish. I’ll see to dinner then.”

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The blonde beauty got to boiling and cooking up all sorts of meat, brewing a stew, and baking flatbread. Hours of slaving in the kitchen soon made use of the bounty. Arnheid was proud of the excess of it, enough for a lordly feast. She’d laid out sausages with sauces, cheeses, bread, apple porridge, fried fish, savory pork, and a multitude of vegetable dishes. The scent of such savory goods must have attracted the others because the house was now swarming with strapping-young men all hungry for supper.

Minutes later, Arnheid was giggling at the way all three gawked at the table spread, eyes straining to absorb each platter of hearty food. The reaction seemed more appropriate to her offering them a chest full of silver than some meat dishes.

Einar asked sweetly, “Is there really enough here for us, Arnheid?”

Arnheid, who was still putting together the old master’s porridge, nodded to him as she answered, “Yes. The old master said it would be alright for me to cook for all of you. I’m not sure if you’ll like it tho-”

The second she said it, the three men began to devour their meal without hesitation, spoons and bowls clamoring.

She remarked, “Oh, I see none of you pray first.”

Arnheid wasn’t sure if to be shocked or amused by the barbaric display, but more than anything, she felt herself melt at the sight. The way their faces lit up from eating her cooking was the greatest reward she could ask for. She’d not had the pleasure to cook for anyone outside of Ketil’s house until now. The last time she could recall was when she was a housewife, practically a lifetime ago. And yet, here she found herself, being greeted by the sound of hungry guests exclaiming “Delicious!” and “This is incredible!”

Einar’s enthusiasm, in particular, warmed her heart. She’d wanted to do something nice for him to thank him for his kindness. And yet, perhaps there was a deeper desire creeping its way to the surface, the yearning to gain his praise. Einar had been prone to praising her, a gesture that not only got her through the day but made her heart flutter. Hearing him worship her cooking was elating to Arnheid.

“Is it really that good?” she asked in disbelief. Part of her still feared they were simply being kind.

Einar said, “I haven’t eaten food this delicious in my entire life!”

Arnheid beamed at him, cheeks tinted pink. The others had joined in on singing her endless praises, an act that was leaving her ever bashful. Compliments didn’t suit a simple woman like Arnheid. Even so, she found herself readily accepting their charitable words.

Once the sensation had soaked into her bones, Arnheid brought over a bowl of mash for Sverkel. She seated herself down on a wooden chair beside him, drawing out a spoon to feed her patient. He quickly protested but Snake began to mock him relentlessly, accusing the elderly man of being stubborn and shy.

“Please don’t tease the Old Master,” said Arnheid chipperly.

She beamed as Sverkel finally relented, allowing her passage to his mouth. As he downed the spoonful of peas and barley, Snake’s gaze fell fully upon her. The arrogant swordsman flashed his fangs at the blonde widow, his eyes uncharacteristically fixated on her. It was a sight she’d never seen on the sword-for-hire’s face.

He said, “You’re a good woman, Arnheid. You should be mine.”

Arnheid wished she could beam and laugh off his words as she often did with compliments, as she would whenever Einar fawned over her. Einar’s words were chivalrous and platonic, but Snake had a reputation for sleeping with every farmer’s daughter and visiting brothels. Not once had he ever let his gaze fall lustfully upon Arnheid. Now, Arnheid did not consider herself particularly beautiful but her physical appearance had been something of a curse around Ketil. He was far from the only one. She was used to the longing stares of various farmhands. However, Snake had been different. Due to his code of honor, he’d never even entertain the thought of wooing Ketil’s favorite slave. Arnheid had her suspicions as to the reason behind his restraint. For Snake, such an act would be a betrayal of his patron, garnering only shame. And yet, here with Ketil’s passing was the handsome sentry singing her sweet praises. The suddenness of it left her shaken, and there was a bit of heat creeping down her ears. She hoped the others would not notice.

Arnheid tried to cooly reply, “That’s sweet of you to say, Snake.”

Einar chimed in, “Master Snake, don’t say such weird things to Arnheid!”

There it was again, Einar’s chivalry. She wondered if he was jealous of Snake’s advances or if it was simple kindness. Then again, it was possible it was some combination of both qualities. Einar was undoubtedly kind, and she would not resent him if he had such desires. Perhaps she’d even welcome them. As such, Arnheid hoped desperately Snake would not cause Einar pain with his attempts to bed her.

Sverkel asked callously, “Snake, have you no decency?”

“What? I…I don’t serve-” answered Snake, pausing as he realized Ketil’s father was seated beside him. He rubbed the stubble of his sharp jaw and continued, “My debt is now to the son. Which means Arnheid is free to choose a man of her choice. And there’s no man more handsome on the farm than I.”

Thorfinn said, “Is that so, Master Snake? Incredible.”

Sverkel said, “What’s so admirable about that? Don’t listen to Snake’s lies!”

Arnheid giggled at it all, her own amusement doing wonders to mask her unease.

Pushing a strand of long brown hair out of his face, Snake now said playfully, “Relax, gramps. I’m not one to make a move on a woman not inviting me into her bedroom first. Besides, maybe there’s another man she wants to spend the night with.”

Einar began to choke on his food. Thorfinn blinked rapidly as well, appearing confused by the entire conversation.

“Or…” said Snake, “More than one. Maybe she lured a bunch of handsome men into one place to seduce them all. Our very own Freyja.”

The blonde woman was a flustered mess as she protested, “Snake! I’d never do something so lecherous!”

Sverkel now snapped, “Snake, one more word and you’re out! Not another bite of food, I swear.”

“Fine!” snapped Snake. “It was a joke. I’m… I apologize.”

His emerald eyes met Arnheid’s for a moment and it was surprisingly earnest. As she thought, Snake was someone who could be trusted, even if not to the extent of Einar and Thorfinn. He was dangerous but only if she wished him to be. And so, Arnheid offered him a curt nod back, trying to soften her flustered expression. This entire conversation had gone in such a strange direction. Arnheid hurriedly resumed feeding the old man while the others engorged themselves on a second helping of dinner.

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With supper concluded, Arnheid took to bringing the filthy dishes to the well, intent on scrubbing them before the day was over. Even though it would prove a laborious task as always, Arnheid was content. Good company and an extra serving of dinner had put her in an excellent mood. It wasn’t often she was allowed to indulge at dinnertime. Ketil wanted her to be lithe and slender for his pleasure. He’d sigh in disappointment if he ever caught her exceeding her station. The mistress would take the opportunity to mock her, branding her a greedy sow. And yet, none of her friends batted an eyelash at the sight of her eating another helping of sausage and cheese.

As she dwelled on the filling meal, Arnheid caught a glimpse of Einar’s large frame marching outside, making his way towards her. He knelt down at the tub of dishes and reached for a rag. As Arnheid drew up well water in a bucket, the redheaded slave had taken to scrubbing clean a bowl, readying it for the stack of clean dishes she’d planted on a nearby towel. How kind of him. His charitable heart seemed to know no bounds. And yet a sting of guilt accompanied the admiration she felt for his exceeding kindness. How she wished Einar would enjoy an evening of comfort, if just this once!

“I’ll wash the dishes,” she said.

Einar replied, “No, I’ll do it. Don’t worry yourself, Arnheid.”

She smiled at his sweet actions, her mind turning to a pertinent act of conversation.

“I’m glad the old master is doing better than I’d heard. And he doesn’t seem as scary as they say.”

In fact, Arnheid thought he was rather kind beneath his gruff exterior. After all, why else would he go as far as to lend Thorfinn and Einar a horse for their farmwork? Why else would he rebuke Snake and let her feed her friends?

“I haven’t had so much fun at a meal in a longtime,” continued Arnheid serenely.

“Neither have I.”

“It was like,” she confessed, mind swimming in memory, “I was free again.”

Einar’s blue eyes reflected the sentiment, softening in fondness as he agreed, saying, “You’re right. It felt so much like it used to be.”

Neither of them saw Thorfinn gazing at them from the doorway, looking awestruck at their words.

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Once the dishes were polished clean, Snake took Einar to drag in a bed for Arnheid to sleep on given she’d be staying overnight. This left Arnheid in a unique situation, one she was seldom accustomed to: being alone with Einar’s friend Thorfinn. Of course, the old man was there too but he was already trying to shut his eyes, having worn himself out from all the protesting and grumbling.

Again, Arnheid found her heart racing, being alone with a man. Something about Snake’s words had uprooted her and left her unable to cast the thought out of her mind. It was as if some arrow had lodged itself deep in her, one laced in snake venom. She’d felt so at peace around them all evening, knowing these were all men to be trusted. She doubted Snake would really try to make a move on her that night. What was it then? If she felt safe around them then who was it she didn’t feels safe around? Was it herself? Snake had implied Arnheid might be a temptress. Surely, that was folly but even so, something had overtaken her. She felt elated. Her stomach was filled with food, her cheeks were buzzing from a cup of wine, and she was alone with this man for once in her life.

The feeling was too unsettling to let fester, so Arnheid buried it deep. Thorfinn saw her as something of a friend, and she saw him as one too. Of all three men, he seemed the one least possessing carnal interests and that itself was a mystery. What did she truly know about Thorfinn other than that he was nice? Well, he had laughed at dinner when Snake teased the old master. For Arnheid, it was remarkable to see such a side of him, and she wondered what else lurked beneath the surface.

“Thank you for your help, Thorfinn,” said Arnheid kindly.

“It’s no problem,” he answered evenly, checking the tie on his long blond hair. “Um... dinner was delicious.”

“I’m glad,” she said, beaming at the compliment. This was surely the longest conversation they’ve ever held, and it left Arnheid simply overjoyed.

He said, “Einhar seems happy.”

“He does…”

Thorfinn’s brown eyes shifted away as he remarked, “Um… I... I’m glad he’s able to relax like this. I didn’t mean to, but I overheard what you two said. That it was like being free.”

“Oh…”

“I didn’t mean to pry!” he said swiftly, a tone of desperation.

She tossed a dismissive hand in the air and responded, “Hardly any reason to apologize. It wasn’t a secret conversation.”

“Um… I’m sorry, Arnheid. That you’ve been stuck a slave for so long.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry too, Thorfinn. I don’t know how you became a slave, but no one deserves such a fate. And you… You seem so kind.”

“I… I wasn’t always kind,” he said. “The truth is…”

He peaked to the corner of the room. The old man was snoring beneath his covers. She saw Thorfinn’s pained expression, as if he were going to admit to having slain her son personally. What was this guilt?

“Thorfinn? It’s okay.”

He whispered, “It’s not okay. There was a time when I was.. I was a Viking.”

“Oh…” said Arnheid, gulping slightly.

“You’d be right to hate me for that, I suppose. Vikings imprisoned all the slaves on this farm. I killed so many with these two hands.”

She saw him gaze down at his own palms, as if expecting to see blood staining them.

Arnheid said, “I don’t hate you. My husband was a Viking. We’re both Danes. It’s not as if you were the one that... That dragged me away from that life.”

“Thank you, Arnheid. You’re kind… Too kind given what’s happened.”

“And you’re too hard on yourself, Thorfinn,” she said back tenderly.

“Dinner tonight was good,” he said. “I… I can’t much remember my life before I became a Viking. I was just a child when I joined a crew, trying to avenge my father by going after the Viking who did it. But before that… I… I just know that your food reminded me of eating meals with my family.”

“Oh… Thorfinn… I’m so happy. So very happy.”

“Why?”

She said, “Knowing people liked my cooking is a good feeling. But I never thought it could impact someone like it did for you. So, thank you for giving me that.”

He rubbed the back of his head now and said, “I should probably go. It’s getting late.”

Arnheid blocked his exit, so afraid he’d go back to hiding himself  from her, back into his shell, just when they were starting to be friends.

She said, “Stay. No need to sleep in the stable tonight. Snake’s bringing over some straw and furs for me. There will be enough for you both too, I’m sure.”

“I suppose that’d be okay,” he said evenly. Thorfinn showed no reaction her words. Arnheid didn’t realize it, but the young man had no clue as to propriety nor any scandal that might emerge from a woman being alone in a house with several male guests.

Arnheid said, “Good. I enjoy your company.”

“You do?”

“Yes. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Thorfinn gazed at her awestruck for a moment before smiling and saying, “Yes.”

“A smile suits you, Thorfinn. You seemed so sad when we first met.”

“Well, I wasn’t feeling… Back then, I felt lost and my past was pulling me in. But it’s okay now. I realized what it is I want to do.”

Arnheid tilted her head inquisitively and asked, “And what is that?”

“Farm. I want to farm and grow wheat with Einar. And build somewhere safe for that. We’ll be free in just a few days and then…”

“Oh, I see,” said Arnheid, overjoyed that they’d know freedom. And yet, it was accompanied by a feeling that brought her much shame. Sadness. It wasn’t as if Arnheid had a future away from this farm, and her own debt would not be paid for another four months. She’d dearly miss her morning chats with Einar. She’d miss Thorfinn’s gentle voice. She’d be alone all over again.

Thorfinn rose his eyebrows and replied, “Don’t be sad. We’ll stay on the farm a while longer, I’m sure. Einar wouldn’t abandon you. All he used to talk about before… Before the young master took over was wanting your freedom.”

Arnheid felt another blush overtaking her at those words.

“Really?” she asked.

Thorfinn nodded and turned to let Einar in the door.

Einar asked, “Is everything okay, you two?”

“Einar, um…” began Arnheid, suddenly feeling timid.

Thorfinn interjected, “We were talking about how in a few days we’ll be free. But that doesn’t mean it’d be the end of our friendship.”

“Exactly!” added Einar quickly, cheeks shifting from tan to scarlet. “You... You could come with us.”

The entire room seemed to go silent at his confession, at those generous words that she’d so dearly hoped to hear from that wonderful man. Without a doubt, Einar could be trusted. Without a doubt his concern for her ran deep. He was her friend and she loved him.

“Are you sure? I don’t know what use I’d-”

Einar clasped her slender fingers between both of his calloused masculine hands, a gesture that left her bewildered. Earnestly, he said, “You can do plenty of things! And even fi you couldn’t, I… Thorfinn and I would want you there.”

“My… How sweet,” she said. “It’s good to know I’d have somewhere to go… I hadn’t imagined I might have anything besides…”

Her eyes fell low as she felt tears threatening to break loose like a damn breaking after a hard rain. None of this seemed real. Surely her fate was one of darkness, as if she’d angered the gods personally. Dark memories of serving Ketil, being beaten by his wife, screaming as she had her little boy taken away…. Watching Gardar sail off with the fleet…

She’d been chained down for so long, but somewhere along the way she’d been shown mercy and met these kind souls. Souls she wanted dearly to repay, to know and cherish. Her nerves had never felt so at ease, her body ready to fall into sleep as her muscles relaxed, and yet their was a feverish yearning ebbing through her lithe form, craving for the love and intimacy possible with these gentlemen she felt so safe around. A desire to do something wild that they would not so resent, nor label her a harlot for. It had been too long since she was allowed to choose a man and perhaps just this one night, unattended, she could choose as many as she liked.

And perhaps there was some manner of confusion involved, an affection for her beloved Einar that wanted desperately to escape her. For whatever reason, her body and mind were determined to answer the heart’s whispers in carnal throes of passion and indiscriminately. And so, Arnheid lusted and craved after these men. And greatly she desired their muscular bodies, their handsome faces, their sweet voices, and what she imagined to be virile cocks so perfect for driving her into pure bliss.

Snake marched in now, stating, “So… You said you made dessert right, Arnheid?”

His tone was arrogant as he began to scrounge around the kitchen for any sign of his quarry. He found it sitting on the flat countertop, an applesauce mixed with mead and topped with oats and nuts. Snake was desperately trying not to salivate at the sight of it. He turned now to take a glimpse of its brilliant creator, one who he was wanting more and more for himself. Arnheid was the beauty of Olmar’s farm. Every man working there knew it. With her soft skin, full lips, lithe but curvaceous figure, and silky golden locks… Few other lasses could compete with her. Nevertheless, that was nothing compared to the ability to cook such delicious feasts and in so little time. With the boss gone, he had no debt left to repay, and as much as he’d honored Ketil, he’d always despised how he treated Arnheid. There was no guilt to be felt in stealing that her. Fortunately, she was on her way to being a free woman and so before she did, he wanted to hear this vixen scream his name as he relentlessly rammed her depths with his dick.

To his amusement, Arnheid’s cheeks were ablaze with fever.

She felt her heart crashing so forcefully against her chest as she finally formed the words, “You’re all staying a while longer, yes?”

Her ears picked up the deep snores of the old master. He was deep in slumber and showed no signs of waking. If she were caught, there was no knowing what the mistress of the manor would do, yet surely Snake and the Young Master Olmar would protect her? In any case, her mind was decided.

Snake answered, “Of course. Dessert looks delicious. Unless… It’s company you’re after?”

“Company?” she repeated, cheeks turning pink as she saw Snake’s lecherous gaze undressing her. She looked past him at the main target of her affections. Thorfinn and Snake were good looking, but it was Einar she truly deeply wanted. He blinked at her in confusion. All that remained was to make her damning confession, to reveal her ill intentions before the world. But the words could not seem to escape her lips. Snake must have realized her plight as he leaned over her.

“What is it you want, Freyja?” he asked smoothly. “It’s okay to be honest. You’ll only make others happy.”

“I…”

Her fingers dug into her apron. She marched a few steps forward, silently shutting the front door. Having gained some privacy, she turned to the three men awaiting her.

Arnheid now confessed, “I want you all…”

Snake grinned wickedly, rubbing his chin as he said, “Interesting. I don’t like sharing my women but you’re pretty damn beautiful, so I’ll make an exception.”

Thorfin merely blinked before asking, “Want us? Want us for what?”

Einar however was scarlet red as he said, “Are... Are you feeling alright?”

Arnheid boldly walked up to Einar and placed a hand on his chest. She felt the hitch in his breath, so shocked to, for the first time in his life, be touched by her. Her hand was on his torso, feeling the firm muscle laying beneath his filthy tunic. Arnheid gently traced her fingers upward, along the collarbone to feel the rigidness of it. Einar was squirming now, utterly scarlet from the gesture.

She said, “I only had one glass of wine. I’m fine, Einar. I feel incredible. I want to feel good… Most of all with you.”

“But… Doing something like that… All of us? Me? You want to do something so... so lewd with me? Are you sure? Are you sure you’re not sick?”

She shook her head again before taking his burning palm into her cool hand. She lovingly rubbed a thumb over it as she answered, “I want you, Einar. I really like you. I have for months now.”

“Oh…” he said, squirming. She began to feel bad for what she’d done to him. Perhaps he had no experience with women or with sex, and if so, she didn’t want to scare him. Arnheid simply clasped his hand even tighter as she tried to ease him into it.

She said, “It’s okay if you… If you don’t want me that way. Or if you’re frightened, we can go slow or forget I said anything.”

“But is this really what you want?”

Arnheid responded, “I’m sorry. I asked something horrible and I’m a vile woman for doing it but...”

Einar’s brows were furrowed as he replied, “There’s nothing foul about you, Arnheid!”

“But… I don’t even know why you’d want me. I’m… Ketil… I had a husband before all this too. Most men would want a pure maiden. I’m not the sweet girl you admired.”

He shook his head and said, “You are every bit as sweet. This is you being kind, isn’t it?”

“It’s… I think I’m being selfish, Einar. I really want you and I want to do something crazy. I want to feel good for once, to forget Ketil… And feel free.”

He gulped and said, “Okay but um… Can... Can I kiss you first? Be the first to kiss you?”

She blinked at the words leaving his lips, so kind, so sweet… Sweet words befitting a man lacking a hint of cruelty in his body. Even after losing his family, after being enslaved, Einar was kind. She’d heard he was prone to getting into fights with the bullies amongst the farmhands and retainers but… He’d always been kind to her. Even when he learned she was a slave sentenced to Ketil’s bedchambers, he never once saw her as vile or sullied.

To Einar, she was truly beautiful.

To Einar, she was lovely and worth loving whether or not she ever loved him back.

Certainly, that was true because it was so utterly clear he’d never dared to imagine her hands on him. And yet here Arnheid was, like his dream come true, her lips leaning up wards to press so softly against his. Einar had barely puckered his own lips, being a bit unready, and only realizing her intent at the last moment. Even so, they had shared a lover’s kiss.

 “Arnheid…” said Einar with a gulp, left in a daze from his temptress’ mark.

Thorfinn smiled at the sight and said, “I think I’ll leave you to it then.”

Arnheid, however, swooped in and impeded him a second time, swiftly uttering, “Please don’t leave. I want to kiss you too.”

Thorfinn blinked in confusion before asking, “Huh?”

She said, “I… Of course, you can go if you really wish, but um…What I’m about to do to Einar… Maybe you’d enjoy it too.”

This seemed to at least give Thorfinn pause, and he no longer seemed in a rush to depart any time soon. Arnheid glided back over to Einar now, eyes ablaze at the sight of his handsome face. The lustful woman now slid off her work apron, a rarity when not heading to bed. This gave the others a good look at the ample breasts framing her bronze dress, features they’d soon be seeing in a far less obscuring manner. For now though, Arnheid sat down on her knees before the man she wanted so badly to taste. Removing his belt and tunic was child’s play, as was snaking off his trousers. Immediately, she was met with the sight of his boiling hot cock in her face, the tip pressed up against her nose. She inhaled the lascivious masculine musk that was driving her wild. It brought her back to her wedding night with Gardar. Back then she had been nervous and unsure, so much so her husband had to guide her through it all. And yet, it had come more naturally to Arnheid than she expected, tracing her hands up his muscles, sculpted like the ancient statues. He’d seen to her pleasure, and she’d felt a yearning for the sight of his erection, wishing to grasp it. And here she was now, with a man who looked so much like her dead husband. Would her body be able to tell the difference?

Einar whimpered, “A-Arnheid… You’re really...”

The blonde Dane’s lips puckered as they left a soft kiss upon the head of his cock. And yet, she was hardly finished. Arnheid began to wrap her lips around the side of the shaft, suckling hungrily on it as if famished. Her tongue danced along the indentation of pulsating dark veins until she reached his testicles. These too she tasted readily, letting one slip into her mouth. The man she was pleasuring felt the cool her tongue upon them. Einar groaned from sheer pleasure as Arnheid worshipped his cock. Her fingers slid up his powerful legs, feeling the muscles which had aided him in hauling colossal trees. She felt the course hair lining them as she massaged his thighs. He was a hairy man as she expected, a contrast to his smooth bare chest. She could see his abs heaving and flexing with every one of his ragged breaths.

Nearby, Thorfinn gazed at the sight in wonder. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the idea of sex, having seen harrowing sights among the Vikings following their raids. However, this was his first time seeing it done in love. It was so… intimate, lustful, and beautiful. Arnheid’s mouth was around his best friend’s cock, taking in inch after inch. Her blond threads of hair were sticking to her sweat-laden skin as his throbbing shaft slid down her throat. She was pleasuring him. Obsessed with his lust for revenge, women had never much interested Thorfinn. They were unfortunate victims of war and those that interacted with him had seemed a nuisance at best. His only interest had been enacting vengeance upon Askelaad, and when Thorfinn lost such purpose, his mind sank even deeper in the mire. The assassin’s time on the farm would do little to foster such interests. His mind had become a desolate place, like the smoke and ash left from a wildfire. Nothing life offered him could bring him joy so not once had Arnheid interested him. A part of him probably knew she was beautiful but only now was he being forced to look upon her as a woman, to even consider his own lust. He’d escaped from hell, seeking both atonement and purpose. In choosing life, Thorfinn had also chosen happiness. Perhaps only now would Arnheid’s charms ever have worked on him, but they were indeed slowly working. He felt a swelling in his pants, a sensation he knew little of outside of the occasional formless wet dream.

And now Thorfinn began to wonder…

Do I want her to make me feel good?

Arnheid popped Einar’s dick out of her mouth and began to pump it with her dainty fingers. She hoped the callouses and cuts she’d developed from endless toils wouldn’t tarnished the pleasure as she stroked him off. The way Einar continued to grit his teeth made her suspect otherwise. She now turned towards Thorfinn, taking careful consideration over the sight of his pants at full mast.

Wordlessly, she beckoned to him with a sinful finger. She was one the Christians would brand a Lilith.

Thorfinn had waltzed over to her timidly. Arnheid slid her hands up his shirt, feeling the mighty physique his slender body contained, acquired from years of hard labor. A shame he could not know an easier life, but she’d appreciate this bounty regardless. She could feel the imperfections of scars running up and down his form, as tantalizing as it was heartbreaking. Perhaps she could comfort him? Her hands quickly stripped him down, freed from his pants, bringing another eager cock before her lips. She felt herself salivate in anticipation. Arnheid tasted his dick now, lips slurping on the head before she took it in deep. She left it covered in wet flickers of her tongue as if she were a serpent on the prowl. Her lips adoringly kissed every inch of his shaft as Thorfinn began to pant. Undoubtedly, this man was a virgin. The thought was making her heart race. Why? Was she really this sort of a woman as Snake suspected? Was this what Arnheid was deep down when freed of all chains and bonds?

Even so, these men all thought her exceedingly beautiful.

It went beyond lust, what they felt. She wasn’t some object to be used, spent, and tossed aside, but a full-fledged woman they wished to spend a pleasurable experiencing intimately. Knowing this only made the beast within her all the more eager to devour them.

Arnheid now exchanged Thorfinn’s cock for Einar’s own. The taste of each was starting to be all her tongue could pick up, along with drops of semen they’d gush out in anticipation of the main event. Arnheid turned now to see Snake gazing down at her impatiently. His eyes were cold and lethal, with a hunger he’d never once aimed her way until now. Again, she offered a beckoning hand. Snake didn’t wait for her to undress him, instead disrobing in moments and unfurling his raging rod before her, one befitting of a master swordsman. Arnheid wondered if she was drooling, having three girthy dicks right in front of her, all for herself? It was as if she was being spoiled by the gods for once in her life.

Arnheid’s tongue struggled to pleasure each man fast enough, sucking hungrily while still careful to not use her teeth. She couldn’t help but moan in approval when she discovered her favorite position, which was downing Einar’s cock while pumping the other two men’s shafts in her hands, fresh saliva keeping them oiled. The hungry widow continued to trade out dicks, being sure to not neglect even their balls. She felt the itch of Einar’s slight bush of hair on his loins as her lips came in flush with his waist, his entire member being deepthroated by her so wickedly. Her hands wrapped around his firm ass cheeks for support. When she moved to Snake, he proved more daring than the other two. As she downed his shaft, the swordman’s strong hands held onto her head, forcing her to choke on his cock. She groaned and moaned in pleasure and discomfort, but Snake was careful to release her each and every time. Arnheid moved her graceful services over to the blond Viking now, his dick already twitching from such eccentricities. She happily wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and then slurped hard on the bulbous front, guzzling down more dew drops of semen.

Snake said, “Why not make use of your bosom? It’s enjoyable to a man if you take a dick between both breasts.”

“Oh,” she said playfully, “That’s not one I’ve tried. Very well. Please enjoy.”

Arnheid stood up briskly now, leaving all three men panting and on the brink of climax. She lifted her dress overhead, freeing her of another layer of pleasantries. All that now remained was her serk, and once her underdress was cast aside, the men found themselves gazing at her nude figure. Other than her hands, her frame was all smooth and her wide hips were fully on display, as was the sight of blonde tufts of hair covering her womanhood, her lower lips already damp from sheer elation. The three men gawked and swallowed hard, trying to control themselves. They now began to surround her, and a moment later, all hell broke loose. Arnheid experienced the scandalous sensation of six burly hands worshipping her, the rough touch of men as they felt up her hips and tits. Her bountiful breasts were being seized from behind by Einar as he desperately nibbled on her ear. She felt his cock, still leaking fluids, spear up between her ass cheeks, so desperate to impregnate her. It left Arnheid moaning in sheer bliss. What a wonderful sensation… Their fingers roaming about... Snake seized her childbearing hips while Thorfinn dared to grope her ass. She now felt the itch of Thorfinn and Einnar’s beards as they sucked hungrily on her nipples, as if attempting to draw out milk. Arnheid squirmed and shifted about in vain, feeling utterly ravished in all the right ways. She was Freyja being worshipped.

Snake said mockingly, “You damn virgins. No clue how to drive a woman wild. Like this…”

His index finger slipped around her waist as he ambushed her from behind, and she felt him teasing her clit. Her nub was being massaged by Snake’s meddlesome attack, a gesture that sent her weak at the knees. Her legs trembled, thighs rubbing together in ecstasy. All the while Einar and his best friend continued their assault on her tits, tongues swirling around nipples and fingers sinking into the curve of them. Sex… Sex felt good. It felt so much better… It was like it was with Gardar.

Snake now moved his finger lower still, accompanied by a second. Arnheid grit her teeth as his fingers plunged into her depths, spilling out her wines. He slipped in deeper to his knuckle, sliding them in and out of her as if it were a dick. Her hips incentive began to jerk from the gesture, and already she felt herself being overcome. Having her breasts spoiled while Snake attended to her down below was overwhelming.

Arnheid covered her mouth as she moaned.

“Mmmmphhh…”

She had splashed out onto the floor, something that made the brown-haired captain grin in satisfaction. She’d come like so many other women before to his touch, even if sole victory did not belong to him.

Thorfinn and Einar gazed in wonder at the sight of her orgasm, having never witnessed such a thing. Arnheid was a panting mess, tongue hanging out of her mouth, and already feeling lightheaded from such sinful squalor. However, she felt Snake’s toned arms slip around her back and keep steady her as she recovered. At last, Arnheid felt read to move and so she returned to her knees.

“Shall we continue?” she asked. “Einar, come here.”

“Alright,” he said meekly as he knelt down in front of her, bringing his erect prick to her bosom. Arnheid began to mash her breasts together, a gesture that left Einar’s cock caught in her cleavage. She giggled as she began to massage his throbbing erection, tongue flickering over the polished tip.

“Arnheid… I’m.. fuck. I’m going to come.”

“Go ahead, handsome,” she said in her most sultry voice, a gesture which was all too successful. Einar grunted, letting out a growl like a famished wolf, as he speared her between the tits and pumped his hot seed in her face. Arnheid blinked in shock but quickly succumbed to his steamy tribute. She began to lick his white cream off her lips and tits with tongue and finger. The taste was salty and bitter, and yet she couldn’t’ help but down it.

“Was it good for you, Einar?”

“Y-Yes…” he said shakily, his dick growing flaccid.

She smiled, the makings of a grin, before bringing Snake’s dick to her chest. Now. Like with Einar, she pleasured him, yet Snake was willing to repay the favor, hand petting at her scalp lovingly. After a minute, he too fired off a sticky rope all over Arnheid’s breasts. Thorfinn would prove no different, much to her delight, each man so weak to this form of pleasure. However, as he began to twitch while nestled against her chest, Arnheid slipped lower still, taking the head of his cock into her warm mouth, and downing his essence like drought. So much of it stuck to her tongue and throat, yet it was worth it for such a delicacy. Thorfinn grunted in pleasure as she did, one eye shut as he winced, clearly defeated by her man-pleasing skills.

All three men were now spent.

Arnheid offered another warm smile as she gazed at her handiwork, a wave of pride passing through her. And yet, she was not yet completely satisfied, even if she’d done enough to look back upon the night in revelry. The feeling of Einar’s cock pressed against her ass lingered in her mind, driving her deeper into depravity. She wanted these men to rise again proud, and to spear her deep, leaving no hole feeling unloved. The temptress began to wonder if she could prod them into regaining their lost vigor. She began to fondle at Einar’s flaccid member, fingers delicately dancing down the length. Arnheid’s eyes were heavily lidded as she fell back into trance, mouth drawn almost instinctively to his cock. She needed it hard and spilling out seed in her mouth and pussy. And so, she tasted and fondled his manhood until it was rejuvenated. Her lips began to suck hungrily on Thorfinn’s testicles as he grit his teeth. Arnheid felt Snake driving himself wild as he massaged her ass from behind, only to strike it with a hard slap.

The blonde beauty’s back arched, and from her delicate lips, came a sensual moan.

Einar said, “Hey. Don’t strike her.”

Snake retorted, “She enjoys it. Don’t you, Arnheid?”

“Yess…” she whimpered.

The slight sting and brutality blended so beautifully with the pleasure of male company. She felt Snake’s fingers, course from wielding the sword, sink into the supple flesh of her rump as if he were kneading dough. He then struck the other ass cheek before pressing his flacid dick to her rear end. Arnheid felt him beginning to stiffen, quickened by the thought of entering her.

She said, “Mmmnnn. Einar first. Then you can all do whatever you want with me.”

Snake licked his lips wickedly at her words while Thorfinn blinked in discomfort.

He said, “A-Are you sure?”

Arnheid said, “It’s fine, Thorfinn. This is your first time, yes?”

He nodded.

“Then I’ll guide you,” replied their friend, “I’ll guide you both.”

Her last words were aimed at Einar who vigorously nodded.

In a breathy voice, Arnheid spoke with just a touch of assertion, “On the bed. Lay on your back for me.”

Einar nodded as he laid back on one of the beds resting atop the floorboards. The straw bedding was meant for sleep and not the lascivious pleasures this seductress had in mind for them. Even so, it would have to do. Einar gazed up as Arnheid loosened her hair bun, sending her golden tresses spilling down past her shoulders. The redheaded farmer blushed madly at the sight of Arnheid with her hair down, and Snake ogled her from the side. He felt his heart racing as Freyja continued to show off such a wild side. He’d be truly devastated should the evening end without having such a fine woman screaming out his name as he filled her up.

Arnheid held her breath for a moment as she straddled Einar. He gazed up in wonder as she slipped her hands gently around his dick, guiding it towards her pussy.

Arnheid said gently, “I’ll show you how to do it, okay, Einar?”

“Yes… Yes, please,” he answered stiffly, face turned crimson beyond all belief. How cute.

The golden-haired woman now began to ease herself down onto his hard rod, feeling it spread her open from below. Slowly she took in Einar, welcoming inch after inch of him within her. In just a few moments, Arnheid had swallowed him whole, leaving his cock to be hungrily devoured. She flashed her teeth as the pleasure stifled her, bare thighs hugging his sides. Every time she dared squirm or breath, Arnheid felt the intensity of his throbbing cock within her, stirring her up. She’d been skewered in the most pleasurable of ways, mind healing with every moment she spent in these men’s shared company. Einar let out another groan of pleasure as she began to rise and fall, allowing herself to willingly be impaled by such a ruthless unforgiving cock.

“Does it feel good, Einar?” she asked lovingly, small moans slipping out every time she fidgeted.

“Incredible,” he said.

“Congratulations on losing your virginity.”

“A-Arnheid…. I... I…”

The insatiable lass sent her hands sliding up his stomach, savoring the feeling of every hard ridge of flesh lining it. She was massaging his pecs now as they glistened with sweat. Her smooth legs rubbed against his hairy thighs as she began to move rhythmically, dancing on his cock. Einar growled again before reaching up to seize her tits. Arnheid moaned in pleasure as she was defiled by the man she loved. What a strange way to confess her feelings to this man, to make plain his feelings about her! Adding two other men into such a romance was foolhardy, yet perhaps only insanity could make Arnheid move so fervently, that and the cock that was bucking upwards between her thighs. Her juices leaked out as Einar continued to stuff her full, enough to make her moan.

She confessed passionately, “Einar, your cock is soo… so good.”

Snake snarled, “He’s getting greedy. Let him rest while you see to us.”

Arnheid nodded, saying, “I’ll return to you in a moment, dear Einar.”

She felt his sweat-laden hand wander up her cheek now, cradling her with sheer love. She wondered if all would be well. Would one day she be Einar’s wife, granting him sons as they built a home together back in his village in England? Would Thorfinn be there? Would she drive a wedge between the best of friends, or might this be a way for these two men to bond? She hoped dearly it was the latter.

“Thorfinn, your turn…”

“Hey,” said Snake angrily, “I’m the one who-”

Suddenly, her lips crashed against his own, silencing the ladykiler for a moment. He took the opportunity to rake his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss into something sinful. His tongue was doing battle with hers like two raging serpents in the vestan salt. She somehow managed to separate from Snakes’ winding attacks, just as unpredictable as his swordsmanship. Miklagard was where he had once said he was from in a drunken stupor, yet since then, he’d never spoken of himself in front of her. Inf act, Snake had largely never looked her way or uttered a single word meant for her, likely out of respect for his master. This bout of intimacy was in many ways Arnheid’s attempt to understand him, to get to know Snake in a deeper way. Or perhaps that was simply a lovely bonus to the taste of his mouth and the feeling of his fingers stirring her up.

“Be patient,” she whispered. “You’ll have your fill too, Snake.”

Her words seemed to suffice he offered a sly grin of acceptance.

With Snake appeased momentarily, Arnheid led Thorfinn over to another bed. She happily lay on her back, cheeks flushing as she realized she was presenting her nude body before this man. Until recently, Thorfinn had barely said more than a few morning pleasantries for her, but now he was second away from ramming his cock into her. Despite her embarrassment, Arnheid was hardly finished galivanting between men. She fearlessly spread apart her legs and beckoned him closer. Her fingers steered his dick into the proper entrance as he peered down with care and anxiousness. However, Thorfinn’s cock slowly began to slide into her, stretching her out much as Einar had done merely moments ago. Arnheid shut an eye, moaning, as he entered her slowly and steadily. With fervor, he scooped up her legs and began to move. This man was a Viking, a raider of the coasts. But to Arnheid, Thorfinn was simply a young man learning about how to treat a woman. He was nervous, naïve, and ignorant in such matters, and Arnheid was finding it rather endearing. He was young, perhaps two or three years younger than herself. It gave her an edge, a power over him, much like her experience. His blond hair must have come loose from its twine as it was flowing loosely now, a sight that only served to make him even more dashing.

This Viking was breeding her now, his dick scraping her in just the right ways. Snake watched hungrily as her large breasts bounced with each of Thorfinn’s thrusts.

“Oooh,” moaned Arnheid, “You feel good, Thorfinn.”

“Really? It doesn’t hurt you?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she replied kindly, winded but rearing for more. “Does it feel good for you?”

“Yes,” he said as his arms coiled around her curvy thigh, clinging dearly to her leg as his penis stuffed her to the base. For Thorfinn, this experience was strange yet wonderful, revealing one of life’s many pleasures he’d never before indulged in personally. It was beautiful in a way. There was beauty to be found in such bouts of love and intimacy. Memories of his sins faded, as did aspirations of the future. Right now, he and Arnheid were simply a man and a woman enjoying themselves as their naked forms pressed up against the other.

A few more of Thorfinn’s thrusts had stirred Arnheid up wonderfully, but he graciously traded out with Snake.

Snake said, “Let me show you how to make our Freyja fall in love.”

He brought Arnheid upright and aimed her towards the wall of Sverkel’s home. Snake spat on his cock before teasingly poking it up against her womanhood. Arnheid’s lips tightened as she tried to resist his cruel torture, feeling ashamed at how badly her body desired cock. Was this always who she was? A woman hungry for as many dicks as she could milk, and any good-looking man would do? Perhaps Snake was right but if so, she no longer cared. He was taking her from behind, his raging boner piercing her, spearing up towards her womb. Snake was having his way with her!

Arnheid felt his hands seize her hips as he began to buck, a smooth thrust sending her reeling. Snake was still holding back, mercifully choosing to warm her up, although he would not be patient for long given the prior two retainers had prepared her for him. And so, Snake began his ruthless assault on Arnheid’s quim, his girth proving too great an opponent as he impaled her with his Jörmungandr. Her entire ass rippled as his hips collided brutally with her butt, sending waves of pleasure and pain upward to leave her reeling.

“Aaaahnn!” she moaned as she was willingly taken.

Snake was hardly finished with dominating the jewel of Olmar’s farm. He took her by the wrists this time, pulling her arms behind her as he continued his assault. Arnheid’s back arched as the sheer power of his attacks threatened to split her in two. She was being forced up on her toes as Snake’s ravaging strikes ran her through. The sound of her moans and the claps of his balls on her ass was deafening to all. And yet, somehow, the old man was still sleeping like a baby.

Arnheid whimpered from the pleasure as she blushed. Being dominated by Snake, wrists bound behind her back, as he fucked her silly was draining her. And yet, his own balls were deathly close to being drained by her hungry vagina. Right as she felt her climax approaching, the enemy’s assault ceased altogether. Arnheid was pretty sure no one had called a ceasefire, meaning it was another of Snake’s ploys.

He said, “I’ll be gracious, Arnheid, because I’ve enjoyed you so much. Thorfinn… Einar… Arnheid has been a good host, fed us well and ministered to us… So, let’s spoil her. All three at once.”

Einar replied, “But… That’s cruel.”

Snake said, “Saucy vixens like Arnheid crave it. The feeling of having a man’s member in each hole.”

Thorfinn asked, “What do you mean?”

Snake answered, “Just follow my orders, men. Thorfinn you take her mouth and throat. Einar, you’re the one she likes so you can have her womb. And I’ll take the best part. Her ass.”

“H-Huh?” asked Arnheid, blushing.

Thorfinn blinked, asking “You can do that? In the… Really?”

Snake laughed and said, “You damn virgins, stop asking questions like idiots and get to your positions! I… Oh shit, we gotta keep it down. I forgot. Luckily the old man keeps himself deaf from his own snoring.”

“Now then,” he continued, “Arnheid, my gift to you for the dessert I’ll be enjoying after this.”

Arnheid’s saphire eyes were wide with shock, realizing the transgression she was privy to commit. Surely, she should not bat an eyelash given she’d been fiddling with three dicks merely ten minutes ago, but even so, she’d never imagined sodomy. Even Gardar had never put his cock up her asshole. However, Arnheid was in no mood to end her night of pleasure early. Snake had gotten around to lathering his shaft in some sort of oil he had taken from a small jar hidden beneath his bed. Arnheid couldn’t help but wonder why he’d neglected such a boon until this late into their love making. In any case, she was grateful for the oil as she doubted a dick would much fit in such a sinful place.

A moment later, Einar was again on his back as she descended upon him, taking in his cock for the second time that night. Arnheid shut an eye involuntarily as his incredible girth splayed her out. Eagerly, she leaned over him, admiring his handsome face. His blue eyes, red hair, and sharp jawline…. She wondered how she’d so easily spoken with him before, as his looks were now leaving her terribly flustered.

“Arnheid, you look beautiful right now,” he said sweetly.

In an affectionate voice, she sung, “And you look handsome, Einar.”

The golden-haired woman smiled at his kindness, further thanking him with a kiss upon the lips, albeit done less out of gratitude and more out of love. She loved Einar. That was the conclusion brought on from this evening’s madness. However, their romance was tainted as Snake again struck her ass, making it sting. A man’s handprint now marked it. He steered his oil-laden dick towards her entrance to a place she’d always considered too dirty for such a thing.

“Relax,” said Snake, “Relax your muscles, Arnheid. Take me in.”

The pain of him entering her wasn’t as horrid as she expected. And Snake was enjoying the sensation of her asshole’s rim wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold out more than a few thrusts, and if his own flesh was weak, than the two virgins joining him would fare no better.

Thorfinn now approached Arnheid, his groin dangerously close to her face. He heard her giggle at the sensation of his dick teasingly rubbing against her full lips, lips so perfect for taking dick. It took her another moment before she was ready for him as the ache of her ass being defiled by another man’s cock was still too near. Even so, she found pumping Thorfinn’s dick in her grasp proved a useful distraction. Snake’s thrusts were beginning to feel good, and the sensation of two dicks stuffing her full was exhilarating. But to slip deeper into paradise, Freyja would need another cock to taste and drink from. And so, Freyja began to draw back Thorfinn’s foreskin, revealing a penis head soaked with precum. Her tongue wickedly began to swirl around the tip.

Snake said to Einar, “Thrust at the same time.”

He spanked Arnheid’s ass again, making her scream, before he slammed his dick into her, sheathing his sword on his new favorite scabbard. Meanwhile, Arnheid was being take from below by Einar’s raging erection, his shaft pummeling her so splendidly. Two dicks entered her with a single stroke.

Arnheid said, “Oooh. So… Mmnnn. It feels so good. Thorfinn, grab my hair.”

He said, “Like this?”

The farmhand took a handful of her silken curls and tugged on them gently. She moaned in approval as she began to suck his dick, fully entranced by the act. A fever for men had left her body burning, sweating maddingly as her hips bounced happily atop Einar’s rigid shaft. His hands were on her legs as Snake clung to her upper hips. And now, Thorfinn had finally lost control, pulling on her locks hard enough to force her down on his cock. She was choking on the entirety of it. All three men were now deathly close to their climaxes. Perhaps the gods did indeed favor Arnheid because just as her climax overtook her, her three lovers fell under the same spell. She was drinking down a mouthful of hot semen from Thorfinn as Snake growled like a beast and sent bubbling seed into her ass. As for Einar, he was pumping fresh cum into her womb, and perhaps this would be it, the day she was impregnated by her darling lover.

Arnheid’s own orgasm was a powerful thing, sending her back arching as she popped Thorfinn’s dick out of her mouth to let out a shameless moan, tongue hanging out as she gasped for air. Her mind was going blank.

Cock…

Cock was all she could think about.

Cock and seed…

Her holes had been impaled by dick and left swimming with sticky, virile seed. Her fertile womb was ready to accept Einar’s offering of love, and so she sealed it with another kiss. Poor Einar was too deeply enraptured by it all to realize where her mouth had been. Arnheid now collapsed atop him panting. Her elegant body was marred by these men’s wet kisses, groping hands, hard spankings, and thick ropes of seed. It was as glorious as it was utterly draining, and she felt deserved of Valhalla after such a vigorous duel. However, Arnheid would not so easily falter. She managed to pry herself up now, realizing the old master might awaken at any moment.

As she did, Thorfinn reached down to help Einar up to his feet, hands clasping with his friend’s as he asked, “Are you okay, Einar?”

“Yeah,” said Einar, left ragged as his chest expanded and withdrew with every hard breath. He gazed affectionately at his friend as Thorfinn pulled him up to his feet. Snake, meanwhile, had Arnheid cradled against him for a moment, letting her tremble and regain herself on his warm chest. She blinked as she began to recover and, in a panic, began to fervently search for a rag. The air was still rife with their lovemaking but it’d soon clear with the night air pouring in and out so readily. The real danger was the old man who might see her completely nude, surrounded by stark naked retainers and farmhands. Arnheid’s face went even paler as she realized Sverkel was no longer snoring. The others must have seen the horror on her face, a face rife with all manner of regrets and shattered aspirations, because they too had gone silent. And yet, a second later, the old master was again letting out a guttural snore, appearing no worse for wear.

The four transgressors sighed in relief.

Snake said, “Get your clothes on you three. First one dressed gets the biggest helping of Arnheid’s apple crumble!”

“Huh? No fair!” hissed Einar beneath his breath.

Thorfinn dressed himself more timidly, blinking as he gazed over at Arnheid slipping into her serk.

He asked, “Are you really, okay? That was... a lot of men.”

Einar froze to gaze at her with a similar worry.

She winked before replying, “I am. I was the wife of a Viking. I’m tougher than I look.”

Einar beamed at her, relief overcoming him as he remarked, “I’m glad, Arnheid.”

“It was to my liking,” said Arnheid, “Especially you, Einar.”

The redhead gazed away at her bashfully, a finger rubbing at his beard.

Arnheid now wiped at her mouth with her wrist before she strode towards him. Before Einar could react, her lips had pressed to his cheek.

Thank you for everything, Einar.

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It was far into the breadth of night when Snake decided to retire in his proper furnishings with the other hired blades. Dessert was long vanquished, and the floor was scrubbed clean. Everyone was now ready for a good night’s rest. But just as he had taken his leave, a good several steps down the road, Snake suddenly spun around to glance at Arnheid, finding her standing by the doorway.

He said, “That was fun, Freyja. Should you get lonely with your lover, you and I know who makes you scream the best.”

Arnheid laughed at his words.

He then slid forward, fingers gently pressing down on hers as his arrogant eyes grew soft.

He said, “I hope you won’t hate me, Arnheid. Perhaps I went too far.”

“Not at all, Snake,” she said. “I wanted it. This was all my doing.”

“I’m glad. You looked beautiful tonight, enjoying yourself,” he said. “Now goodnight. Damn. I gotta take a shit.”

“I see,” she said with a sigh as he vanished into the night. Snake was a charmer, but only in the most rugged sense of the word. Even so, Arnheid knew he was to be trusted no matter how wicked his desires. After all, she’d proven every bit his equal in this matter.

Arnheid’s thoughts turned now to the two men before her as she slipped back indoors. Thorfinn yawned as he slipped into his soft bed of hay.

He said, “It smells nicer in here. I suppose once we’re free, we’ll have proper lodging.”

Arnheid said, “You poor things. I always hated that you were put out with the horses. A proper bed suits you.”

The blond farmer said, “It was worth it for meeting you two. For meeting Snake. Olmar. The old man. And knowing you’ll come with us.”

“With you… When you leave the homestead?”

“Yes… When we head to Vinland.”

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Arnheid stepped outside into the cool tundra, the breeze of a distant shore crashing into her so harshly. She felt the stings of the wounds she’d accumulated on her hands from years of scrubbing plates and laundry. And yet, Arnheid did not feel cold. She’d been warmed up that night, body and soul. Part of her was terrified because any moment now that joy would vanish, making way for old pains. Her son would never see this Vinland that Thorfinn spoke of, and neither would Gardar. There were days she couldn’t shake away the blame she’d placed upon Gardar so long ago, the chance to rebuke him for ignoring her pleadings to stay his blade. It was his fault they’d lost Hjalti. Even so, she’d rather he be near than far. Was it really okay to sail away? To find new happiness with Einar? With his friends? Life had been so cruel to her at every turn, beating her down into a bloody mess. It’d put her under the care of a monster like Ketil and a mistress who had beaten her at the slightest provocation. It had taken everything away from her and offered her only misery in return. Even so, she’d wept silently at night, choosing to smile at sunrise. And through it all, she’d dared to dream.

Even in chains, Arnheid had kept dreaming.

She feared life would again steal her happiness away from her…

Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she cried.

“Hjalti. Gardar. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “If you’ve gone ahead to Vinland… Won’t you wait for me there? Please… please don’t hate me.”

Her hand slid over her face as she wept.

How selfish she was….

Loving another man beside Gardar…

Wanting another family…

Pretending she wasn’t broken, marred, and branded…

What was left of her to be of worth to anyone? Why had Snake called her Freyja when all that remained of her was a walking corpse?

Why oh why did Einar love her?

She was unclean.

Suddenly, Einar’s arms wrapped around her from behind. Part of her reacted in panic, afraid he’d suddenly crush her throat. She’d seen Ketil’s rage only once, when she accidentally spoke to another slave about Gardar. That night his hands had come around her throat and…

No…

Einar was different. His arms were warm and his grip was gentle. Everything about Einar was gentle, and not all people were fiends. Even Thorfinn, a man raised among Vikings, had become a gentle soul, seeking peace and loving only fresh-tilled earth. And if Vinland was everything he said it was, then Arnheid would sail there and find herself. But for now, she was happy enough to be in Einar’s arms, to have been these three men’s Freyja for a night.

She turned now towards Einar as he gazed down at her, the concern on his face so evident.

“Why are you crying? Do you regret it?”

She shook her head and said, “No. I’m just so happy… And so scared I’ll wake it up and it won’t be real.”

“Arnheid… It’s real. I know what a horrible man Ketil was. But he can’t hurt you anymore, and soon the mistress won’t either. I won’t ever abandon you. You-You don’t have to love me Arnheid… But… I’d do anything for you…. Because I love you.”

“Einar, you love me?”

Arnheid’s eyes were lost in the splendor of the starlit night, but Einar swore in that moment he saw the reflection of the heavens pooled within her irises. She was too beautiful to be put into words, her soul too sweet even after being mutilated by crueler men. And yet even if her beauty were to fade in the morning… No matter how others would judge her for what she’d done here this night… Einar could not help but pine for her.

“I do,” he answered firmly.

“I love you too, Einar.”

And with that, she kissed him squarely upon the lips. He threw his arms around her in  happines and love, holding her tight. His body was as a raging bonfire, and Arnheid had never felt so warm in her life. His hard muscles protected her from both cold and pain, and he blanketed her in his love. Tonight, they’d let her become their Freyja and so, Arnheid felt a little more healed, a little more beautiful. And so, she’d sail to Vinland with Einar, and there she would flourish.

THE END

Final Notes:

Following the fic’s end, Gardar no doubt escapes his own bonds, perhaps being reunited with Arnheid (perhaps she’s with both men?) or finding someone new when his search for her proved in vain. King Canute would invade the farm, but Thorfinn would be able to send him away, bringing peace to Olmar’s farm and all of England in the process. What this is to say is that Arnheid is alive and happy in this story, and her and Einar marry and have lots of babies one day ^-^ As for why I wrote something like this? Arnheid is my favorite female character in Vinland Saga and I think she deserves a happy ending and some fun. Admittedly, my dirty mind when I realized she was alone in episode 13 with three hot guys is also to be blamed. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.

#Mine #Vinland Saga #Arnheid #Arnheid x Einar #Thorfinn #Snake #Arnheid x Thorfinn #Arnheid x Snake #Basically Arnheid having sex with three hot guys #AU with a happy ending #smut #One shot

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Fantasy Guide to Ships, Boats and Nautical Lingo

Of all the ways to travel in fantasy and historical novels, there are two favoured ones: horses and ships. But I covered the horses already so here we have some ship terminology and kinds of ships.

Common Boat Terms

Aft/Stern - The back of a ship.

Bow - The bow is the front part of the ship, the pointy part or the place where Kate Winslet stood on in Titanic.

Port - The left side of the ship

Starboard - The right side of the ship

Windward - The wind the direction is blowing.

Hull- outside of the ship

Leeward - Or sometimes called the lee. This is the opposite direction of the wind is blowing

Boom - A horizontal pole extending from the base of the main mast. It adjusted toward the wind direction in order to harness the wind for the sails.

Rudder - The rudder is a flat piece of wood below the ship, used to steer the ship. It is connected to the wheel of the ship.

Tacking - A common sailing maneuver that involves turning the bow through the wind, to change the wind direction from one side of the ship to the other, making the boom move.

Underway- This is when the ship is moving

Astern- The ship is moving backwards

Amidships- Middle of the boat

Topside- when you move from the lower decks to the upper deck

Compartments of the ship

Most ships would have compartments inside the hull and underneath the deck.

Cabins- most war ships and merchant ships would only have one or two main cabin occupied by the captain and higher crew.

Galley- The kitchen on board the ship. The galley would be fitted with tables and cabinets. Galleys were built in such a way that they were more resistant to the heaving of the ship. Most galleys were built with special stoves to stop people from colliding with them and things from spilling out of pots and pans.

Wardroom- some ships are built with a common room for the crew. The wardroom acted as a common room as well as a dining room. It would usually be conjoined with the galley.

Sick Bay- is the compartment of the ship that is given over to the injured and sick. The sick bay would hold the medicines and medical devices and would often be under lock and key.

Hold- This will be the largest compartment in the ship were the cargo or the ship's weapons.

Crew and Positions aboard the Ship

Captain

When we think of captains we imagine them as blackhearted slave drivers (something akin to managers in the customer service industry) but on further research you will find that is not true. There are two kinds of Captains you find in history. Pirate captains and Legitimate Captains. Pirate captains were elected by their merit in battle and dedication to the crew. They were considered equal to the crew, only taking full charge during raids and battles. In the Navy or any legal-bound ship, captains were selected by rank and wealth. There was no equality between captain and crew as in pirate ships. Legal ships were Capitalists and the Pirates were Democratic.

First Mate

First Mate is the captain's deputy. They act as captain when the captain cannot. This was mainly seen in Navies and merchant ships as Pirates usually placed their quartermaster as their deputies.

Quartermaster

The Quartermaster was in charge of ensuring that the ship ran smoothly, rather like the ship's HR manager. The Quartermaster was in charge of supplies and had certain powers such as being able to punish the crew for minor infractions.

Sailing Master

These were officers in charge of piloting the ship. They would have to be educated enough to read a map and was a much desired position because it was a fair paying job. Pirates usually kidnapped sailing masters from ships they attacked to use aboard their own ships.

Gunner

Gunners were the overseers of any many qualified to load and fire guns. They were in charge of aiming cannons and making sure the crew were safely using guns. Most the guns were loaded by young boys called powder monkeys.

Boatswain

Boatswains or junior officers would act as supervisors, watching over the crew as they did their duties. If things were not going well they reported to the captain or quartermaster to punish the crew.

Surgeons

Surgeons handled any diseases and wounds. Since being at sea limited the amount of medicine available. Most ship's surgeons were forced to cut off limbs to avoid infection pike gangrene. Surgeons may not always be found on ships. Cooks or carpenters were often pressed to do amputations: meat was meat and cutting was cutting.

Cooks

All ships needed somebody to cook. Navies and merchant ships would often have trained cooks while on pirate ships it was just a crewmember who was handy in the kitchen.

Kinds of Ship

(Not a complete list, may post more later.)

Brig- A brig is the ship that one most thinks of when you think of a ship. The brig is a large vessel, set with a pair of square-rigged masts. Brigs were fast ships and highly maneuverable. They were used as merchant ships and warships.

Galley- The galley is propelled via oars. The hull is long and slender and most of them featured larger sails. Galleys often were rowed by slaves and used in war.

Galleon- Galleons were large ships, built with multiple decks, carrying three or more masts with square raised stern. The Galleon was usually rigged with square sails on the fore-mast and main-masts.

Caravel- The caravel was a small ship with triangular sails, famed for its manoeuvrability and speed.

Longship- The longships were the ships of the Vikings. They were slender ships, narrow. They were able to keep afloat in shallow waters as well as the deep sea. Longships were able to reverse quickly, a very important skill. The longship was a warship, a raider's ship propelled by oars.

Carrack- the carrack was a large ship, often built with mass cargo holds making the most popular ship to go on long voyages on. The carrack had three or four masts.

Cog- This ship was a large vessel, the hull wide and large. The ship is propelled by a great single sail flown from a tall mast.

Junk- The junk or Chinese junk was a kind of coastal or river ship used as merchant ships, pleasure ships and sometimes houseboats. They are small ships and made with battened sails rather resembling wings.

Trireme- the trireme was a slender ship set with three banks of oars pulled by one man each. The trireme had a concave hull and usually had an underwater ram at the prow of the ship.

For @viola-cola

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Henry characters and their preferred kink furniture... yeah dont ask i was up all night and my mind just wont stop so here we go, a shitty list that noone asked for!

@infinite-shite @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @spazzymamahenrylover @thelastsock @iloveyouyen @littlefreya @mary-ann84 @libbymouse @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @the-soot-sprite @foodieforthoughts @angryschnauzer @inlovewithhisblueeyes @viking-raider @sif-the-tsunami @luna-aestas @blakerogue @sillyrabbit81 @nuggsmum @littlebirdofrivia @hisangelicdemon @fivequartersoftheorange @pussyverson

(Hiding under cut bc purity police might come and put me in tumblr jail 🙄😒)

August

August would have one of these bad boys! Not only can it be used for play with the convenient stockades and jump rings for chains but theres he neat little cage below. Once kitted out with some fairy lights and little matress and some food and water bowls its the perfect place to put his naughty pet princess if shes being a very very bad girl, the worst punishment is not being allowed to snuggle your master in the middle of the night! August doesn't need much else he is a tad old fashioned and like to pull you to pieces in his own bed, so this is the perfect all in one for him.

Napoleon

Now i know i know its a human bird cage but hear me out. This man is all about style, he wants the best of the best but also likes to be fancy~ and what better place to put his 'little song bird' then a bird cage, he even got you a little perch in the form of a swing~ napoleon loves nothing more then to cuff you to the bars and taunt you. A sunday of stuffing you full with toys whilst strapping you to your swing and swaying you until, you sing for him is a sunday well spent! Not only that but its a show piece, everyone knows exactly what its for and Napoleon loves to show it off, there's something about his guests knowing how kinky his little love bird is that gets his motor running~

Sherlock

Now speaking of fancy? This is the cream of the crop! Siege d'amore the comfy gilded sex chair used by kings! Sherlock has this tucked away in his office. He spends many hours working over his desk with you sprawled out over it open and 'accsessable' he likes to keep you there legs spread and pussy wet when he's working so he can 'fuck away the stress' and think clearly when he gets the urge. Which is pretty regular if you do say so yourself. Not that you mind, after all it is padded and the bottom bed area does allow for napping if you get exhausted whilst giving him easy access to your little slit even in slumber.

Walter

Okay i can't help it, I think walter would have a piece of dungeon furniture maybe a set? The man is in some dark shit. A hard dom with a capital D... or master with a capital M, not that he hasn't got the D becausethis man certainly does. And when its play time, its play time. He is practical and prone to changing his mind so would get something that is versatile, that can put you in any position that strikes his fancy. And with this bad boy? There are o many that he genuinely hasn't tested out all of them, and its not for lack of trying. He loves the fact that he can punish and reward you all on one handy little piece of furniture, though sometimes your unsure which? Because when Walt gets you on this thing you wont be getting off anytime soon... well thats debatable~

Sy

Now to say Sy was happy when he realised no one would bat an eyelash when he bought a padded saw horse to the ranch was a fucking understatement. Your spanking bench is his favourite thing on the entire ranch! And he had you on it as much as he could! Anything that kept you still and comfortable when he played with your glorious peach was perfect for him! Bent over, straddling, cuffed, tied down you name it! Sy was all over this thing- well he had you all over this thing~ and let's not get started on the fact he realised the front jump ring is to attach a collar to? Which was now used regularly to stop your squirming. This thing is a god send for sy, not only can he 'saddle up' and feast on your peach with out having to hold you still but there were never any questions about it, after peeling you off it and wiping it down he just threw a saddle over it useing it as a stand for polishing the leather!

#henry cavill #august walker #napoleon solo #henry sherlock #sherlock holmes #walter marshall #captain syverson #thirst post #shit post #a shit post you never asked for #cavillry im sorry #no im not i lied #get horny!

[emachinescat]

Merlin Fics of Epic Proportions (50k+ words)

If you are looking for a good, long, novel-length read to immerse yourself in, here's a list to get you started! Fics are organized by word count, from highest to lowest.

Links to the featured authors' profiles:

Alaia Skyhawk

Alice I

BeyondTheStorm

Captain Ozone

ebhg

Emachinescat

llLethell

Loopstagirl

Sanguine Ink

Ultra-Geek

1. A Question of Motives by Alaia Skyhawk | Rating: T | Chapters: 82 | Words: 303,673

As he lay there bearing witness to the battle before him, he could scarce believe what he saw. What was he to believe? What to do? How are you supposed to react when the man you saw as your closest friend turns out to be a sorcerer? *Spoilers for SE-3*

2. Another's Favor by ebhg | Rating: T | Chapters: 24 | Words: 171,488

To fortify Nemeth's ties with Camelot after his rescue, Rodor offers Mithian's hand to the one man Arthur respects above all others. For power comes not with rank, but from one's connections. AU from Another's Sorrow, taking Series 5 where I wish it had actually gone. AKA, Where the Heck was Magic and Albion When I Wanted Them!

3. Healing Spells by BeyondTheStorm | Rating: T | Chapters: 27 | Words: 168,075

After revealing his magic to Arthur due to life-threatening circumstances, Merlin decides it's time he learned to heal. With Gaius off dealing with an illness in the outer villages, Merlin is left to his own methods, bearing some rather costly outcomes.

4. Beyond the Vale by BeyondTheStorm | Rating: T | Chapters: 28 | Words: 163,174

Post S3. When a patrol goes missing under strange circumstances, Arthur is determined to find out what happened, and no one can persuade him otherwise. With nothing to go on but a foreboding story, Merlin fears that their luck might finally run out.

5. Of Twisted Morals and Human Weaponry by BeyondTheStorm | Chapters: 26 | Words: 146,837

One month. It had been one month since Merlin had disappeared. When Arthur set out to find his missing servant, he hadn't had much of a plan, but he's pretty sure that getting kidnapped and being held for ransom by a morally imbalanced weapons dealer hadn't been part of it. *Friendship, no slash, eventual magic reveal*

6. Turning Back by Loopstagirl | Chapters: 17 | Words: 91,777

They knew the search for Morgana would be dangerous. But with everything seemingly out to get them, none of them could quite comprehend what fate had planned.

7. Dragonfasting by ebhg | Rating: T | Chapters: 15 | Words: 81,984

Aithusa's actions in Sword in the Stone pt 2 have drastic and far-reaching consequences, though not what anyone would have guessed. "Was it possible to foster such a great love from the seeds of redemption and forgiveness?" Mergana/Arwen

8. Facing the Truth by Sanguine Ink | Rating: T | Chapters: 18 | Words: 81,523

"Great, just what he needed, something else trying to off the prat on the way home." Merlin, Arthur, a very large spot of prison-cell-shaped trouble, and a lot to work out. Bromance, no slash, and lots of whump.

9. Ransoming Emrys by Emachinescat | Rating: T | Chapters: 25 | Words: 69,768

Arthur isn't the only one that people will pay handsomely for. A band of renegade druids that know how much the legendary "Emrys" is worth has decided to auction him off to the highest bidder. How far will Arthur and his friends go to get him back, especially when Merlin's secret is revealed?

10. The Heart of Magic by Alice I | Rating: K | Chapters: 14 | Words: 68,926

Something sinister has happened in Camelot and by all appearances, Merlin is at the heart of it. The young warlock must battle through a mysterious ailment and profound malaise to find an answer that lies beyond magic. No slash.

11. A Soul, A Mentality, A Name by CaptainOzone | Rating: T | Chapters: 15 | Words: 67,959

Bk1 of Prophesized. Merlin and Arthur are faced by a new, powerful threat: the Gvarath. Merlin once again dons the guise of Dragoon the Great to save Arthur. But the question is: will he be able to convince Arthur to fight alongside him? No slash.

12. This Cold Land by Emachinescat | Rating: T | Chapters: 23 | Words: 67,553

Raiders from the North attack Camelot, but plundering the coastal villages isn't all they want. They want the prince, but having never seen him before, accidentally grab the wrong man. While Arthur sets off on an impossible quest to find Merlin, the servant himself miles from home in frozen lands across the sea, the captive of brutal Vikings who think he's the prince.

13. The King's Legacy by llLethell | Rating: T | Chapters: 14 | Words: 61,655

"I hope you are rolling in your grave brother, I will find your son, and I hope he is like you. I will ruin him and gain a lovely weapon in the process." Cenred spat on the grave, "I win Balinor."

14. The Lost by Ultra-Geek | Rating: T | Chapters: 13 | Words: 52,381

In the blink of an eye, Merlin goes from laughing in the halls of Camelot to lying on the ground, hurt and alone, in an unfamiliar, ruined castle. Now all he has to do is figure out what's happened.

*Note: I am not even halfway done going through and re-organizing my Ultimate Master Fic List, so I'm sure I will come across more lengthy fics as I do so. Once I consolidate enough to warrant a part two to this list, I'll make and release one. :)

#merlin #bbc merlin #master list #fic rec #long fics #50k+ words #long reads #great reads #these are all so good #especially if you are looking for a novel-length fic to read over time #enjoy #by alaia skyhawk #by alice i #by beyondthestorm #by captain ozone #by ebhg #by emachinescat #by lllethell #by loopstagirl #by sanguine ink #by ultra-geek

[viking-raider]

hey not to be rude, I was looking for your story a witcher's soul in your master lists, but its not there?

Oh crack! I'm so, so sorry! I've been very neglectful with updating my Master List of late! There's probably several of my stories I've written in the past couple of months that, aside from posting on Ao3, I've utterly ignored taking the five minutes to also update my Master Lists with as well.

Here's a link to A Witcher's Soul, and I promise to update my List. I just hope I remember what stories need to be put up xD

#henry cavill #henrycavill #viking-raider fics #geralt of rivia #the witcher #geralt #witcher #A Witcher's Soul *Fic* #A Witcher's Soul #Viking-Raider's Master List #Viking-Raider Master List #Master Lists #Master List #Anon Ask #Anon #Viking-Raider #Viking-Raider Answers

[rkin413]

All 77 of my current AUs

I’m probably going to instantly regret making this post but it’s four in the morning and also I desperately want to talk to people about these things.

This is just. Copypasted from my AU list page. Some stuff might be outdated in a week. Who knows. Not me.

Star Vs The Forces of Evil:

Monster Carvers (link) - Main Star Vs AU. Stomco endgame + Tom stays with Marco + Star raised by Monsters (specifically Buff Frog). The titular antagonists were originally going to disappear after the prologue what the heck happened???

Pretty Cure vs the Forces of Evil (link) - Exactly What It Says On the Tin, Pretty Cure x Star Vs.

unnamed Pirate AU - Star Butterfly has a perfectly nice, unbearably boring life as a high-class lady, with little to do other than wait to be married to her arranged fiancé that she’s never even met. A week before her wedding she sneaks on board a shipping vessel in the hopes of having an adventure. She gets a little more adventure than she bargained for when the ship is attacked by pirates.

“"Cannon”“ - A cannon-adjacent AU that started as a crossover with Monster Carvers

unnamed Infinity Train AU feat. human!Star and human!Tom.

unnamed Post-Cleaved AU featuring forced humanizations, amnesia, and one small time hiccup. Also Dave and Wrathmelior are missing, so that sucks for Tom.

unnamed AU where Marco goes to live with Tom for a while instead of Star during Lint Catcher

How to Train Your Dragon:

Outsiders (link) - Main HTTYD AU. Instead of watching the entire Berk fleet sail off to their dooms with Toothless, Hiccup and Astrid free the arena dragons and take Toothless while he’s being brought to the ship and then they all get the heck out of dodge. Dagur accidentally set himself adrift with Heather back when they were both small. Snotlout learns the hard way that being the Heir/responsibility kind of really sucks actually??? Stoick has to deal with his son going rouge. And Gobber and the Berk Teenagers have to deal with Stoick and Snotlout respectively.

Modern Riders/Time Travel AU - Modern!Hiccup is dragged by his cousin into an unwanted camping trip with the other riders and one electrical storm later, they find their cell phones aren’t working any more. Also are those flipping dragons?! On Berk, Stoick and the other vikings are shocked to find a group of teenagers in the woods who bear a shocking resemblance to some of the members of a dead generation of children.

Unsevered Bonds - Modern Riders (minus Hiccup) meet a time displaced Hiccup who recognize them as his reincarnated friends, even if they don’t remember their former lives.

How To Train Your Lusus - Everyone are trolls on Alternia. Hiccup is a brownblood who’s probably the only troll in existence to get a second Lusus (Toothless) after his first one (Stoick) is killed. Astrid is an oliveblood that Hiccup is flushed for, Fishlegs is a yellowblood, Snotlout is a blueblood, the Twins, Dagur, and Heather are all purplebloods. Dagur killed both his and Heather’s lusus so now he’s trying to take care of her even though she absolutely hates him (and not in a black way), and he had an unrequited pitch thing for Hiccup at one point before they flipped pale (and are actually Moirails now). That’s pretty much all I have for this one.

unnamed Harry Potter AU - Does not actually take place at Hogwarts. Everyone attends Dumstrang (possibly) and the topic everyone avoids is Care of Magical Creatures, because the local Dark Lord is Drago Bludvist. Main trio is Hiccup, Snotlout (Pureblood cousins), and Fishlegs (Muggleborn)… somehow.

Dragon Gang (link) - Mob/Mafia AU set in the vaguely 1920s in a Fake Country so no one can call me out on inaccurate geography.

Rebuilding Bridges - Set in a Multiverse where RTTE and The Hidden World are mutuality exclusive. (Pt.1): After dealing with Drago but before dealing with Grimmborn, Hiccup and Toothless once fought a witch intent on ‘harvesting’ dragons. Now ten years after the dragons have left her apprentice seeks revenge and kidnaps Zephyr and Nuffink, and a panicked Hiccup and Astrid are contacted by the Very Retired and Very Much Done With This Kid witch. Meanwhile in the RTTE-verse, The Dragon Riders only just got back from informing Berk about Johann’s treachery, when some crazy lady spontaneously appears in the middle of the Edge with two terrified children she intends to feed to dragons. Yeah, that’s not happening.        (Pt.2, spoilers for this AU I guess???): Zephyr and Nuffink and their parents have safely returned to New Berk, but their world has been shaken by what was and could have been. Zephyr and Nuffink, after bonding with Dagur in the other timeline, decide they want to try and help him in theirs. This was perhaps not their best idea. Meanwhile, the Nightlights escape the watchful eye of their parents to go exploring outside the Hidden World, and quickly meet the hatchlings of their dad’s brother! (so… their cousins, then?)

Something Wild (name subject to change) - Several years after Berk (along with most of the Archipelago) is attacked and taken captive by a far more advanced foe, Stoick is able to free most of his people but what he finds when they get manage to regroup back to their island is less than a relief- Berk ravaged and their elderly and children, left behind by their captors, missing. To make matters worse, the dragons are still out there, now with some kind of devils riding and aiding them. Now Stoick, Gobber, and the rest of the people of Berk must find safety and a way to fight back against they’re new foe, find what happened to those who are missing, and figure out who these dragon riders are and whether they’re friend of foe (gee i wonder where the Berkians went and who the dragon riders are golly what a mystery). (aka the feral/semi-feral!dragon riders au i keep trying to create)

Lost (name subject to change) - Alternate attempt at the feral/semi-feral!dragon riders au. Several years before the events of the movie could happen, a raid on Berk not by dragons, but by other people, leads to the destruction of an entire generation when the raiders manage to capture the Teenagers of Berk and ship them away. While in captivity, they meet and ultimately befriend the dragons that in another life would be their partners and together they all escape. Unfortunately, they’re Thor-knows-where, and with no one they can trust (or understand) except each other, getting back to Berk might take a while…

The Lego Movie:

Hero with Two Faces of Yellow - Another ‘Emmet and Rex share a body like Good Cop Bad Cop’ AU

Peacemaker AU - Main Lego AU. About a year after the Duplo aliens attack, Emmet is attacked and presumed dead, but he’s actually been taken by General Mayhem to meet Queen Watevra Wana'bi, who remembered and missed her ‘father’. Later, Rex ends up jumping into an entirely different timeline by accident (this one) and decides to try and play the long game by befriending Emmet, who’s now living in the Systar System. That probably won’t work out for him the way he wanted.

Miraculous Ladybug

MiracuClass Knows AU - Prior to Volpina, each member of the MiracuClass finds out the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir, and just sort of collectively become their secret keepers. Inspired by Epiphanies by PFTones3582 on Fanfiction.net.

Miraculous Sburb AU - The MiracuClass play Sburb and end up dragging a good chunk of Paris in with them when they enter the Medium. Marinette is a Light player, Adrien is a Doom player, and that’s all I got. Gabriel probably definitely dies.

One Is Silver and the Other Gold - aka the Marikimno Brot3 AU. I headcannon that Marinette, Kim, and Nino were close friends as little kids that drifted apart a few years prior to the start of the show. In this AU, that never happened. Also, Alya becomes Adrien’s best friend instead of Nino, and Nathanel becomes their friend too somehow? (someone help Alya, she’s an extrovert and both her friends have social skill levels in the single digits.)

The Ladybug and the Monkey - Main Miraculous Ladybug AU. My take on the ‘Fu chooses Kim to be the second Miraculous wielder instead of Adrien’ AU that I’ve somehow seen multiple times.

Sleeper Miraculous -  AU where instead of the Miraculous being handed out, they’re transported magically to their wielders after they’ve proved themselves somehow. The Miraculous still need to be ‘activated’ by the Guardian to be used on either a permanent or temporary basis, so Ladybug still has to go to Master Fu at first before she becomes the new Guardian, but she knows literally none of the other members of Team Miraculous’s identities. They have a chat group, too, where Ladybug updates team members on whose Miraculous she’s going to activate, and both Chloe and Kagami never blow their identities. Contains both mild Classmates + (even milder)Adrien salt and sugar. (define irony: wanting to punch someone in the face for being an a-hole only to realize that said a-hole is you).

Miraculous! Pretty Cure! - Another Pretty Cure AU. Yep.

Mesapia AU - Butterfly!Marinette AU with a few twists - 1) instead of just facing the villainous user of the Ladybug Miraculous, all of the Miraculous have been lost to villains (save for the rabbit). Marinette frequently empowers her classmates (+Adrien, who’s still under house-arrest in this AU, Luka, and Kagami) to fight the Miraculous Villains, who are also all fighting each other; and 2) This isn’t so much a Kwami Swap as a Kwami Scramble, no one uses their canon Miraculous here (except for Fu briefly, and Emilie had the peacock before what happened to her)!

Boys vs Girls AU (name subject to change) - Marinette vs Lila with the Boys (+Kagami) on Marinette’s side and the Girls on Lila’s.

Labyrinth - Almost the entirety of the MiracuClass go missing (+Lila, Luka, & Kagami, -Chloe) and on a related note, eight very young children wake up in an ever-shifting, monster-filled underground labyrinth and grow up together. And two of them have some special, appearance-shifting jewelry…

Mad Gabriel - Miraculous Ladybug x Mad Father, starring Adrien as Aya, Marinette as Dio, Gabriel as Alfred Drevis, Nathalie as Maria, and everyone else as the doctor’s victims (Lila is Ines).

Miraculous Royal AU - A fantasy AU starring the MiracuClass (shocker) spread out across three fantasy kingdoms.

Quartz Butterfly AU - AU in which Jagged Stone takes the role of (a significantly nicer but still villainous) Hawkmoth as Quartz Butterfly, with Penny taking on Mayura’s role as Songbird. (yes i know peacocks aren’t songbirds SHHHH).

MiracuTrio AU - AU based on fanofanimation’s submission to terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus, where Kim becomes a permanent member of the team after Party Crasher.

Mitterlicht - horror-ish AU inspired partially by various horror games, Lucidstuck, and Underbright (no, really).  After receiving their Miraculous for the first time, the temporary heroes start having less-than-restful nights. Things quickly go from bad to worse when fragmented, panic-inducing dreams turn into nightly (and solitary) trips into a dark world full of monsters that want to take something referred to just as their ‘light’- a bright light that acts as both a beacon to the hostile creatures and the only way to return to consciousness every night -which just so happen to be in the exact spot (and in many cases, are also vaguely the same shape) of their Miraculouses.

Mirakatsu - Aikatsu AU

Ladybug: Don’t Deal With Hawkmoth - (aka the result of listening to the Cuphead Rap Battle 50 million times) Cuphead AU where Ladybug and Chat Noir have to go around beating up akumas and collecting their butterflies to avoid getting akumatized by Hawkmoth.

Miracle Thieves - a phantom/gentleman thief au where Marinette and Adrien (who have been thieves for years) unwittingly steal a pair of magical artifacts and decide to team up afterwards. Includes Fox!Nino, Journalist-determined-to-expose-their-identities!Alya, and possibly Tiger!Markov.

Homestuck:

unnamed AU inspired by To Live a Normal Life

unnamed Harry Potter AU

Merged Sessions AU - An AU where our favorite trolls and the Beta Kids are all part of the same session

Same Side of the Scratch AU - AU where the Beforus Trolls replace the Alternian ones, and when both sessions get scratched the Alternian Trolls end up in communication with the Alpha Kids

Same Side, Same Session AU - Combines both of the two immediately above AUs, The Beta Kids and Beforus Trolls have a session together that fails and gets Scratched, then the Alternians and Alphas play the game together while the pre-scratch players (all alive) travel to their session and have Meteorstuck Shenanigans.

Relief Was Just a Dream (name subject to change) - aka the mandatory Troll Rebellion AU, inspired by a fic I don’t remember the name of on A03. Sweeps after Karkat and Feferi are (seemingly) culled, Ace Legislacerator Terezi Pyrope -one of the best despite knowing she’s one wrong move away from being culled for her disability- is called in to investigate a series of traitorous attacks on more and more ships. Weirdly, the trolls seen most in the attacks don’t even seem to exist, all seem to bleed a painfully familiar cherry red, and have powers that even Her Imperial Condescension doesn’t seem to have. (not a no-game au)

Freetime AU (name subject to change) - AU where Bro leaves Dave on Dad Egbert’s doorstep, and Dave and John grow up as brothers.

Megaman:

Pokemon Network - Hub lives Pokemon AU with at least two protagonist teams. Team A: Lan, Hub, Mayl, Dex & Yai in Kanto. Team B: Roll, Glyde, Gutsman (Gus) in Kalos. What are Chaud and Protoman/Blues up to? ~Secrets~

Sailor Moon:

Inverse Corruption - When Beryl scours the Earth looking for her reincarnated generals she fails to find them, but she does manage to find the senshi instead. Sailor Moon has to unknowingly face the very girls who were supposed to protect her, fighting side-by-side with the Shitennou instead. (the boys are highschoolers to the girls middleschoolers)

Hazbin Hotel:

Infernal Relations - Why did Lucifer and Lilith wait so long to have a child? Simple; they didn’t. Unbeknownst to Charlie, her parents both had and lost a child thousands of years before she was born, a fact that will have far more of an effect on her hotel than she could possibly realize (even if she had known).

Apprentice Charlie AU - AU where Charlie gets into a fight with Lucifer and leaves before she ever thinks to create her hotel and Alastor ends up finding amusement by taking on an apprentice. (inspired by Helluva Teacher by Sol_Victoria on A03)

Phineas and Ferb:

Cursed Cats AU - AU based on the song Black Cats of Halloween. Phineas, Ferb, and their friends are cursed by a demon who turns them into black cats, save for on Halloween night. They’re then thrown into a world of magic and have to find each other, their way back home, and a way to break their curse, preferably in that order.

Danganronpa:

Online Gamer AU - no one dies/non-despair AU where no one is a super/ultra highschool level anything, no one has met each other in person, and they all play Among Us together. Junko always dies first and she’s low-key going to hurt someone over it.

unnamed AU where the murders of the killing game happen differently (aka the mandatory dr au)

unnamed AU inspired by ask-the-dr-reset-kids - After an incident that forces Hope’s Peak to temporarily close it’s doors, Class 78 all transfer to a different school. Junko is in jail, Mukuro is coping, Izuru is looming somewhere, the Ultimate Despair are waiting like sleeper agents to cause the The Most Despair Inducing Event in History, and Makoto is straight up not having a good time (and has very good reasons not to tell anyone).

unnamed AU where both Class 77 and Class 78, including both Junko and Mukuro but without Chiaki end up playing the Killing Game together.

Double Mastermind AU - similar to the above, both Class 77 and Class 78 wake up one day with no memories of their school lives. They’ll have to work together, somehow, to find out where they are, how to get back to civilization, and how to get back their memories. Meanwhile in the control room, Makoto and a sort-of-but-not-really-reformed Junko are working together as the Masterminds behind the mystery. Well, Makoto’s working, anyway. Junko just kind of wants to give Makoto daily migraines. Contains Junko/Makoto hateshipping.

unnamed Taka Lives AU where instead of switching roles with Hiro during the third trial he just manages to survive the murder attempt. He does not, however, get out unscathed…

another unnamed Taka Lives AU where Makoto, at Kyoko’s urging, decides to stay with Kiyondo the night he would have died, throwing a huge wrench into the would-be-blackeneds’ plans.

Asassain!Makoto AU: The Killing School Life - an au where Makoto is secretly the Ultimate Assassin.

Assasain!Makoto AU: The Killing Mystery - au that’s basically the one directly above but takes place in a non-despair (or maybe averted despair would be more accurate) timeline. After receiving and turning down a job to assassinate a certain up-and-coming politician, The Black Mask (Makoto) alerts his would-be victim, an old former friend, that someone is out for his life.

Remnants of Hope AU - AU that takes place after the end of School Mode, with the class not being picked up by the future foundation right away. (does this. does this actually qualify as an au i’m not sure.)

unnamed Class Swap AU

unnamed AU where Makoto and Kiyotaka are brainwashed into Ultimate Despair in addition to Class 77. Contains both sweet and very effed up Naeishi, as well as Despair!Makoto+Izuru friendship (or as close as Izuru can get, anyway). Technically another 2 (or 3, sort of) masterminds au.

Soulmates AU - In a world where most people are colorblind until meeting their soulmate, Makoto Naegi walks into Hope’s Peak Academy colorblind, blacks out, and wakes up to color. As it turns out, the same thing happened to everyone else!

Scrapbook AU - After entering into Hope’s Peak Academy, Makoto started a scrapbook/photo album of himself, his classmates, and eventually even the class above his own during their time on and off school. It soon became a class diary of sorts after being discovered, shared among everyone… then a chronicle of the events leading up to Class 77 going missing, The Tragedy starting, and Class 78 sealing themselves inside the school bunker, before returning to it’s original purpose as Class 78 lived inside their homemade bunker. In canon, Junko found and burned it. In this timeline, it’s an amnesiac Makoto and his classmates who find it, hidden under the floor in Makoto’s room.

Amnesia AU - A boy wakes up in a school(?) with no memories of where he is, how he got here, or even who he is. As it turns out, there are fourteen other people here… and all of them have the same memory loss he does! (may or may not be an IF Bad End AU)

Polychain AU - Another different Victims and Blackends au, that extends well beyond the original Killing Game. The Tragedy occurs very differently in this one… initially. Also features Junko escaping after the Killing Game, and Hajime and Shuichi being half-brothers and kids of the survivors.

Unnamed AU where Leon and Taka also attended Makoto and Sayaka’s middle school.

Ghost AU - After being killed, the victims and blackened are forced to stick around and watch the Killing Game happen, believing they'll be allowed to move on after they leave. Turns out, they're very much wrong- but at least after it's over their classmates can see them! Too bad they're the only ones.

Teachers Assistant AU - inspired by a fic I don’t remember the name of on fanfiction.net. After Nagito blows up a building and gets suspended, Chisa is forced to take a Teacher’s Assistant or be fired. Somehow, a very reluctant Makoto gets the job, despite being in the class below her own. Cross-class shenanigans ensue.

Unnamed Timetravel AU inspired by a fic I don’t remember the name of on fanfiction.net where Makoto and Alter Ego, the only survivors of the Killing Game, are sent back in time to Makoto’s first day attending Hope’s Peak - Makoto mentally and Alter Ego physically. Not as dark as the premise sounds, at least theoretically.

Crossover

Dagla!Adrien AU - Adrien isn’t the son of Gabriel and Emilie Agreste, but instead his parents are a Modern Dagur and Mala. He still works for Gabriel as a model, but otherwise has had a very different upbringing (most notably the inclusion of a lot of people who have cared about him for his entire life, such as his best friend Zephyr Haddock) and acts more like Chat Noir both with and without the mask. He still befriends his canon friends, becomes Chat Noir, and falls in love with Ladybug. (HTTYD x Miraculous Ladybug)

unnamed Adventure Time x Star Vs AU

Miracutale - Lila pushes Marinette down a hole, Adrien tries to catch her but fails. Undertale ensues. (Miraculous Ladybug x Undertale)

Sailor Bella (name subject to change) - AU inspired by some art from Turning-the-Tides, Princess Serenity reincarnates not into Usagi Tsukino, but Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, and her Senshi are reincarnated into the boys. I have no idea who Endymion became if he exists at all in this AU. (Sailor Moon x Phineas and Ferb)

unnamed three-way crossover between Harry Potter, Miraculous Ladybug, and How to Train Your Dragon.

unnamed Steven Universe x Undertale AU - After returning from the Jungle Moon, Steven and Connie end up stranded in an alternate timeline where they meet what appears to be another half-gem going by the name of False Topaz (Frisk). Things get a little more tricky when it turns out that gems and humans coexist somewhat… on one side of a giant, seemingly uncross-able mountain range live humans, on the other gems, and after a war between the two a few centuries ago, both cultures have a kill on sight policy. To make things more complicated, gems seem to be very different in this timeline. (note: Frisk is not actually a gem, just disguised as one)

unnamed Undertale x Star Vs AU - There’s a new face at the Silver Bell Ball - Frisk, heir and ambassador for the Kingdom of… Monsters?! Star and Frisk are quick to befriend each other, but despite that, Star can’t help but feel that Frisk doesn’t like her… And Frisk may have more than one secret to share… or maybe to keep.

unnamed Miraculous Ladybug x Danganronpa AU - The Worst Most Despair Inducing Event In History was localized to Japan (but the effects are spreading), and the six survivors of Hope’s Peek, aided by Kagami’s father, whom Byakuya naturally has connections to, immigrate to France to pick up the pieces of their lives. Meanwhile in France, Ms. Bustier’s class gain five new transfer students after the events of Miracle Queen.

Games -  (everything)

Wild Things - (everything)

#LONG post #Star Vs #HTTYD #Lego Movie #Miraculous Ladybug #Homestuck #Megaman Battle Network #Sailor Moon #Hazbin Hotel #Phineas and Ferb #Danganronpa #Undertale #Harry Potter and Adventure Time don't get their own tags because they only show up once each #and only in crossovers

[sif-the-tsunami]

So at what point should one write a master list of their writing?

@achaoticaugust @the-soot-sprite @thelastsock @oh-for-fic-sake @littlefreya @viking-raider

Teach me your ways, please.

[earnestly-endlessly]

First, thank you SO MUCH for all the fic recs you’ve been blessing us with! I really appreciate all the time and effort you’ve put into making these. Second, could you recommend some historical AUs? Thank you and I hope you have a lovely day :D

Thank you so much for the kind words anon. It’s so good to hear that you guys like these recs. I really enjoy creating these lists and finding fics that are both well-loved but also those who are underrated in the fandom. 

I have a LOT of historical AU fics so I hope there are some you haven’t read before. The fics are, more or less, in chronological order, so it starts with Ancient Rome, moves on to the Middle Ages, then to Regency era, etc. etc. This should make it a tad easier to find fics from different eras. Enjoy! 

                                 Cherik Historical AU Fic Recs 

History Repeating – winterhill

Summary: From a kinkmeme prompt, this is a series of vignettes about Charles and Erik throughout the ages. Each chapter is written as a self-contained era.

Wanton in the Air – Rosie_Rues

Summary: In which Charles rescues a gladiator from the arena and soon becomes somewhat disconcerted by this handsome new slave and his sharksome grin.

Pantheon – Yahtzee

Summary: In the year 96 AD, all Rome is aware that their gods have begun to Mark certain people with their gifts – the healing power of Apollo, the metal control of Vulcan, the deathly touch of Pluto, or the mental powers of Minerva. When those gifts fall to slaves or barbarians instead of the Romans themselves, strict control is necessary.

Then a gladiator from Judea meets an enslaved scribe from Britannia, and the repercussions will shake the Empire itself.

Taken By His Majesty – Pookaseraph

Summary: Erik’s mission was simple, sneak into the Celtic pretender king’s tent, assassinate him, and return to Rome with his father’s honor restored. Unfortunately, he didn’t count on Charles. When the prince chooses to take him as his personal slave, Erik feared the worst, and his concerns weren’t entirely unwarranted. The worst, however, turns out to be falling in love with the greatest enemy of Rome’s primacy in Briton. A historical romance set during the early days of Rome’s occupation of Briton.

Terrible with the brightness of gold – brawlingdiscontent

Summary: The war is lost.

With the futures of his people and his children at stake, former Crown consort Charles of Normandy awaits the arrival of England’s new master, the fearsome Viking warrior, Erik Lehnsherr. (Inspired by 11th century historical events)

“For who could look upon the lions of the foe, terrible with the brightness of gold, who upon the men of metal, menacing with golden face, … who upon the bulls on the ships threatening death, their horns shining with gold, without feeling any fear for the king of such a force?” - Encomium Emmae Reginae

Burn Your Kingdom Down – spicedpiano

Summary: Erik’s people were brutally massacred when the Crusaders took Jerusalem. The sole survivor, Erik fled to northern Europe, only then to be captured as a thrall by Viking raiders. Since that day he has fought his way up to leading a group of Vikings on an invasion of the Christian mainland, killing every Crusader he can find. But when he captures a thrall of his own, a young witch who gives his name only as Charles, he discovers that there is a darker magic than his at work - and the fate of the known world may rest in his hands.

More Than All The World (The Werewolf’s Tale) – Luninosity

Summary: An Erik/Charles story very loosely based on Marie de France’s 12th-century French werewolf tale, in which Erik is the man transformed into a wolf (he’ll get changed back by the end, it’s not that kind of story, though they very definitely do fall in love) and Charles is a king and eventually there’s a happy ending. Also, a villain’s nose gets bitten off.

The Conspirator’s Gift – kaydeefalls

Summary: Medieval mystery AU. In the aftermath of a bloody siege during the 12th-century English Anarchy, the monk Henry and tradesman Erik discover evidence of murder: one corpse too many hidden among the fallen rebels. To see justice done, Erik must tread carefully through the conflicting and treacherous loyalties of civil war, as well as the potentially dangerous schemes of the enigmatic young Lord Xavier.

As Dark Longs For Day – Yahtzee

Summary: A daring young thief escapes from the wicked bishop’s dungeons, thinking herself free – until she encounters a rider with a black horse, a tame hawk and a dark secret. And who is this mysterious young man who only appears at night, accompanied by a protective wolf?

No Longer in Silence – Black_Betty

Summary: It has been eight years since Charles has seen Erik. Eight years since they parted under unkind circumstances and Erik went off to sea. The boy he once knew is Captain Lehnsherr now and they are as known to one another as strangers, and yet–Charles finds that eight years has done nothing to diminish the feelings he had when he was 16 and in love. It’s unfortunate then that Erik doesn’t feel the same way. (Persuasion AU)

Dance With Me – wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

Summary: After his most recent tour, Erik Lehnsherr has finally earned the rank of Captain and a commission on a vessel all his own. With the prize money he has collected and this new rank, he finally feels secure enough in his future to propose to the man he has loved for years. He just prays that Charles is willing to have him.

Connexions – keire_ke

Summary: When Mr Lehnsherr of Thornfield first began seeking a tutor suited to educate his young daughter, he could hardly have expected the young gentleman who turned up at his door, nor the connection they would forge.

The Master of Charlton Park – Gerec

Summary: On the brink of losing his ancestral home, omega Charles Xavier agreed to do the unthinkable; he would sacrifice his own happiness for the sake of his family, and bear a child for a married alpha and his mate.

But Charles never expected that alpha to be Erik Lehnsherr, with whom he shared an impossible love and undeniable passion.

Move Still – Black_Betty

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr hates dancing, but has a very specific reason for throwing a ball…

To Turn and Look When Thou Hearest the Sound of My Name – lachatblanche

Summary: North and South AU.

Erik, the master of the Genosha steel mill in the north, has lived a hard life, building his industry from scratch with the aid of his adopted sibling, Emma. When Charles Xavier, a young, southern gentleman, takes up residence near the mill, Erik finds himself drawn to him, despite Charles making it very clear that he cares neither for the north nor for Erik.

Based on Elizabeth Gaskell’s novel (takes place about midway through the story).

Frost fairs and fair frosts – diner_drama

Summary: The social circles of the upper end of London were in uproar - not only had the Thames frozen over, but the atypical weather had also prompted the mysterious and uncanny Dr. Xavier and his peculiar young charges to make the journey all the way from his mansion in Chester.

Erik Lehnsherr was not entirely certain that he could countenance meeting another of Mrs. Frost’s high society friends without suffering a violent fit of apoplexy, but perhaps the charming country doctor could break through his iron defences.

What We All Long For –  Nos4a2no9

Summary: Charles Xavier was heir to a vast fortune before his stepfather stole his birthright, his dignity, and his freedom. Forced to serve as Kurt Marko’s informant and as a sexual plaything for the wealthy men of Europe’s upper crust, Charles yearns for nothing more than a quiet life free from shame and abuse.

The death of his stepfather seems to offer a way out, but Charles is once again forced to serve the Markos when his stepbrother offers him up as collateral in a game of chance. Suddenly Charles becomes the property of Erik Lehnsherr, a mysterious gambler with a thirst for revenge.

When love between the two men begins to blossom, Charles finally discovers what is at the heart of Erik’s tragic story, and why he is set upon a devastating course of revenge that will endanger Erik, Charles, and everything they have longed for.

Roses & Cinnamon – TurtleTotem

Summary: Charles Xavier lost more than his leg in the war with Napoleon, and the man he’s just pulled out of the water has ghosts of his own – especially when Charles’s involuntary projected hallucinations prove catching. Raven, meanwhile, faces the choice of whether to marry respectably or run away with a carnival fortune-teller.

Ironwood Hall – wheel_pen

Summary: Erik and Emma are Alpha siblings living in an ancient house in the Victorian era… a house that has strong opinions about who its family should marry, that has dispatched unsuitable spouses in the past. The latest candidate? A creative young Omega named Charles Xavier.

Somewhere between Rage and Serenity – Hyperballad

Summary: Charles Xavier is Erik Lehnsherr’s servant in this fic, set in the late Victorian period. Although Charles was quietly enamored with his employer, he had no intimation that the other was equally infatuated with him. Only with the coming of a dark force in their lives would these feelings be brought to light and it will test the strength of their will. Would the raging lust win over a tranquil heart?

In a Compromising Position – Fireflydown (Hyperballad)

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is Charles Xavier’s newly hired manservant in his Victorian Household. He may be cheeky at times and amiable towards his master but he holds a dangerous secret that would trigger the following events and it will change both their lives forever.

Better Outrun My Gun – Magnetism_bind

Summary: Erik is searching for the man who murdered his parents. Charles runs a saloon with his sisters.

Taming the Wild – Penguina

Summary: A Cherik Wild West AU: Mutants in the Wild West.

Charles Xavier finds himself crossing the entire ocean to America to find his sister Raven. However the task turns out to be more difficult than he expected because Raven is nowhere to be found.

In the meantime Charles settles in a small town where he starts a new life as a school teacher. There he meets Erik Lehnsherr - the town’s blacksmith. Although at first he believes Erik is the rudest person he’s ever met, the two start a friendship and Charles becomes a teacher to Erik’s kids.

However both Charles and Erik have their own little secrets that no one should ever uncover.

Would Charles find his beloved sister and is she still alright? Would Erik’s tragic past haunt him forever and prevent him from finding his happiness? Would Charles have the guts to admit that his feelings for his new friend are a bit past the line of friendship? This and more in Taming the Wild!

The Gunpowder Files – Tawabids

Summary: In a 19th century Britain, the wealthy Xavier-Marko couple pay Erik, a hired killer, to put their disabled son Charles “out of his misery”. Instead, Erik saves Charles from dealing with those kind of parents ever again. Charles follows Erik back to London and eventually convinces the assassin to take him under his wing and teach him the trade. When their lives cross paths with a destructive opium cartel led by the shadowy Sebastian Shaw, they decide to take down the businessman down no matter the cost.

Steel Roses – Mikanskey, ximeria

Summary: The year is 1864. While unrest brews in Europe, Charles Xavier is finally able to start his research after spending years trying to find funding. Riding the tailcoats of Charles Darwin, he sets out into the British countryside to find out how much truth there is in folklore, how much of it that can be explained by his own kind, gifted humans with special abilities.

Little does he expect to find new friends, new challenges, a budding attraction both emotionally and physically. Not to mention an enemy with far more nefarious and sinister plans than he could have ever imagined.

Erik Lehnsherr is set with a good business, a manor and grounds, staff and acquaintances he can lean on if needed. However, having tracked down and killed the man who killed his parents, he feels adrift, wondering if this is where he’s supposed to end his life; a respectable man with a respectable business.

Dragging a drowning Englishman out of the river starts him down an entirely unforeseen, but not necessarily, unwelcome path.

They were Paris… – Mikanskey

Summary: Paris, at the end of the 19th century.

This is where Erik decided for a while to lay down his meager luggage.

This is where he hoped to find calm and inspiration for his art.

But instead this is where he found love…

With pulses that beat double – aesc

Summary: It has been thirteen years since Charles watched his beloved childhood companion walk out of his life. Now, in fin-de-siècle Paris, a chance overheard remark may lead them to each other’s sides once more.

The Body in the Bedroom – telperion_15

Summary: Autumn, 1909 – Viscount Charles Xavier has invited friends and acquaintances to spend the weekend, hoping for good company and interesting conversation. But he doesn’t bank on murder being committed under his roof, nor his growing interest in the enigmatic Erik Lehnsherr…

In which there is a country house party (what else?), murder most foul (of course), and almost everyone’s a suspect (naturally).

Your soul is a chosen country – aesc

Summary: He sends letters, of course, because out in the sticks there’s not much to do except tend to Westchester’s endless affairs. And, of course, avoid tending to those affairs by going on walks, riding, and writing letters that make him hard and thrill secretly when he hands the properly-sealed, addressed envelope to the butler.

I was in London the other day, and in a bookseller’s along The Strand I found the most interesting and instructive volume. Or rather, it would have proved instructive if we had not already worked our way through much of the repertoire.

Blue Skies – baehj2915, marourin

Summary: At the tail end of the 1920s, the Twentieth Century is finally changing for the better. When Charles and Erik meet, it seems like an appropriate expression of the zeitgeist–a confluence of passion, romance, and change. But the good times never last. Erik and Charles have to discover if they can weather the gray days together, or at all.

A September as Sunny as Spring – Black_Betty, ikeracity, keire_ke

Summary: Charles Xavier was part of a famous vaudeville act before an accident cost him his career and his ability to walk. He’s pulled together a new life as a musician in Hollywood, but is finding it difficult to navigate his feelings for his old friend and partner, Erik Lehnsherr, the most sought after matinee idol of their generation.

Famous film duo Frost and Lehnsherr are two of the most well-known and admired mutants in the public eye, having built their fame and fortune on silent film blockbusters.When the rise of the new “talking pictures” phenomenon threatens all their careers, they must band together to try to prove that their days of stardom are far from over.

Lay with Me Amongst the Grapevines – kageillusionz

Summary: Young Master Charles’ friend from Oxford comes to stay with him at Westchester House during their break. Their relationship changes over the course of Mr. Lehnsherr’s stay, warmed by the summer sunshine and their mutual affection.

The Eldest of the Gods – lapetitesinge

Summary: It’s 1928, and sixteen-year-old Charles Xavier is intrigued by the new boy joining him at Eton College. He’s thrilled to realize that they may be alike in more ways than one, but there’s more standing between them than he can possibly guess.

Robbers – dsrobertson

Summary: 1933. Bank robber AU.

The Bureau of Investigation are after Public Enemy Number Two, bank robber Erik Lehnsherr. Charles Xavier is fiancé to Special Agent Moira MacTaggart. A closet homosexual, Charles visits the Manhattan pansy club scene and meets Max Eisenhardt. Only as time goes on, Max Eisenhardt turns out to be Erik Lehnsherr. Public Enemy Number Two.

Charles learns exactly what happens when you accidentally fall in love with a male bank robber in 1930s America.

Sign of the Times – dsrobertson

Summary: Casablanca-ish AU.

Charles Xavier meets Erik Lehnsherr in Paris, 1937. They spend the next two years with one another, stupid in-love, until war comes heavy in September 1939. Erik leaves for Poland and the Resistance movement there, promising to return. Charles is left in Paris, where Nazi jackboots march in, Summer of 1940. He becomes a member of the underground French Resistance, publishing illegal newsletters, leaflets, until news comes through in February 1942: Erik is dead. Charles throws himself into more dangerous work, meeting with Communists, helping derail a German train, and he does too much, goes too far. His friends find him safe passage out of France, out across the Mediterranean, to Morocco, Casablanca. It is here he finds Erik, alive.

Alone No more – MacandLacy

Summary: Erik and Charles each thought that they were alone. When they meet as children and discover otherwise, it changes their lives. Set before and during World War II.

The footsteps of uprooted lovers – ninemoons42

Summary: Against a turbulent backdrop of artistic, social, and political upheaval, the playwright Charles Xavier and the photographer Erik Lehnsherr find themselves meeting under less-than-polite circumstances, but part rather more amicably than they’d met.

When they find each other again in a Barcelona that is falling inexorably toward war, they find themselves taking up arms, each in his own way, and together they join a struggle for freedom, for love, and for their very lives.

Theme and Variations: War – ninemoons42

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a musical prodigy and a man destined for great things and great stages. But his life is shattered by a terrible accident that leaves him blind and trying to find his way back to his life, his music, and his place in the world.

Then he meets Charles Xavier, an agent of Section 8 of the Military Intelligence Directorate of Providence, and he finds himself listening in to clandestine radio transmissions and clicking Morse code, and these sounds are part and parcel of a war that can only take place in the shadows and the hidden places of history.

Hier steh ich an Marken meiner Tage – MonstrousRegiment

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a spy in the SS, and his British liaison is strategist Charles Xavier. Their relationship from the moment they meet to a year after the end of the war.

“You’re the only person in the world who knows what I am.”

A fish hook; an open eye – fabeld

Summary: Charles Xavier’s wealth protects him from mandatory service in the British Armed Forces, but he refuses to sit idly by when his telepathy can be used to assist the Allied Powers. As a British spy, Charles gains the Nazi Party’s trust and is sent to Paris to complete one last mission. His plan is disrupted when he runs into someone he never thought he would see again.

WWII AU with nods to Atonement.

A Light That Never Goes Out – R_Cookie

Summary: It was meant to be the war to end all wars; these two men were never supposed to meet. One a German Jew, the other a British surgeon. The odds that their paths should cross were next to none - but War defies the expected. It always has, and always will.

From the beaches of Dunkirk to the treacherous slopes of Monte Cassino - this is their story.

WWII AU.

Xmas in Connecticut – Yahtzee

Summary: In December 1944, the entire nation loves Rebecca Lawrence - “America’s Most Beloved Homemaker.” Her columns about leading the ideal life in the country help lift people’s spirits on the home front during World War II. But when her publisher asks her to host a war hero for Christmas dinner, the world is in danger of learning the truth … which is that “Rebecca Lawrence” is imaginary. Really, she’s a combination of Raven’s snappy writing and Charles’ knowhow in the kitchen.

However, this war hero, Erik Lehnsherr, is headed to Connecticut, so Raven and Charles have no choice but to find a way to make the imaginary real - at least,

Infamy – Yahtzee

Summary: In the aftermath of the Second World War, Erik Lehnsherr – survivor of Dachau, former resistance fighter in Occupied Europe – joins forces with US intelligence to hunt down escaped Nazis. A sensitive mission in Rio de Janeiro calls for Erik to recruit a new operative … one nobody is sure whether to trust. Charles Xavier is the stepson of convicted Nazi spy Kurt Marko, a rapidly worsening drunkard and a homosexual who hardly even bothers to hide his predilections. Hardly ideal.

But Charles is the only person with any chance of getting close to Sebastian Shaw. The one man who might allow them to complete the mission.

And although Erik’s business is keeping secrets, Charles brings something out in him that he’s worked desperately to hide –

What Dreams May Come – AnnaMcb24

Summary: Erik is a holocaust survivor who has recently lost his wife–the only person in his life who kept him sane. He continues to suffer in his dreams–facing the same agonies that plagued him in his early life–until one day he dreams of a young boy who endeavours to free Erik from his subconscious prison. However, the boy holds a great many secrets and, while he works to save Erik, Erik works to reveal his saviour’s identity.

Meanwhile, young Raven Xavier has lost her mother and is slowly uncovering the secrets of her family home–secrets that will lead her directly to one Erik Lehnsherr.

By Faint Indirections - kianspo

Summary: Erik is in his ~50s, and lonely and bitter. He survived the Holocaust and was only ~14 when the war ended; and even ~40 years later, living in a country that helped to end WW2 and the Third Reich, homosexuality is still a taboo topic. Then one day, he stumbles over Charles, who is young(early 20s) and bright and smart and cheeky and full of energy and beautiful. And moving in the same street where Erik lives.

#cherik #fic recs #cherik fic recs #asks #long post #historical au

[cinderella1181]

Okay, so.. an old person is going to speak so listen up.  I have been in a lot, and I mean ALOT of fandom. I have written a lot of RPF. in my day.. Hell my master list is full of it. But so help me, if I ever get Anon Hate, we are going to have a very very long talk about cyber bullying and stay in your own corner of the internet. 

People who write fan fiction do it to share their art. Not everyone can paint. Not everyone can create gifs, or sound snippets or whatever. Some one of us write, for a whole lot of reasons. It is our form of expression. 

I am new in Hen’s fandom. I’ll admit it, I was late to the game... (How I ended up with the other ones in there, I will never know.. what on earth was I thinking?) and I can tell you, that as an elder  (I’m older then Henry...okay not by much but still...) respect people who are different then you, respect their interests and their talents, and if you don’t like... well like Thumper said...If you can’t say nothing nice, don’t say nothing at all...

@littlefreya​, @viking-raider​ @thethirstyarchive​, @demivampirew​ @i-am-an-invisible-ghost​ and all my other creative and wonderful Hen fans... I love you. I know it doesn’t mean a whole lot but, you all matter to me and I am so glad that you all let me join in this craziness. I wouldn’t want to do it with any other group of Hen Thirsty Womens! 

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Out of Time, into His Arms [I]

I was requested a fic about The Reader time traveling to Tudor England and overwhelming Charles Brandon with what a stronk indepedamt woman she is. This idea sort of ran away with my brain. This is going to be a multichaptered fic, spanning all four seasons of The Tudors. There will be smut, there will be magic and there will be one (1) Lovecraftian God.

Tag List: @viking-raider - @toothhurtyam  If you want to be tagged, please IM chat me. 

You get punted into the 16th century by an Elder God, because he fancies screwing with the English Monarchy. You land smack dab at Henry VIII’s court and of course you sink in too deep.

In this Chapter: Nyarlathotep draws you into The Tudor Era and a King comes onto you.

Ch 1 - The Alchemist … and his daughter, of course

“I have need of you.” Whispers in the dark, which wake you up, fan like hot breath over the shell of your ear. You open your eyes, finding your bedside lamp switched on. You turn your head and find there is someone beside your bed. Tall, slender and pale, the man is. You recognise his glassy, empty eyes. His name, of course, is Nyarlathotep. You groan and sit up. “What do you want of me, Master?” You ask. It is not the first time The Crawling Chaos throws you into an entirely different life, just to entertain himself. “The English Court.” The Elder God replies. “Now?” You ask. “Yes, now.” Nyarlathotep affirms. You huff and lay back down.

The Elder God’s fingers are cold on your forehead. You feel like you are sinking, ever so slowly, in warm, hot goop. It is sticky and clings to your skin. You go under, it pours into your nose and you feel like you can’t breathe.

With a start and a gasp you wake up. 

You open your eyes. You find sunlight peeking through heavy cloth curtains. You groan and sit upright. Your eyes wander to the side of your bed. The Crawling Chaos is still there, at your bedside. Everything else is different. The sheets, your bed, the chair he sits in. “How did you sleep, daughter dear?” He purrs. “Like I was smashed by a freight train.” Your groan. “Tut tut, make that a carriage. Horse drawn of course.” Nyarlathotep chuckles. “Ugh, just let me get dressed, seeing how a shower is out of the question.” You push the heavy blankets off and slip out of bed. “You will need to hide those pj’s.” Nyarlathotep says. You heave a sigh and strip out of your pj’s and panties. “I don’t need them anymore.” You say. The Elder God chuckles and throws a spark at the thin cotton. It catches fire and soon there is nothing but ash at your feet. 

“Now for a dress.” Nyarlathotep purrs. 

He gestures to the dress hanging from the desk chair. It is a gentle shade of green, with a slightly embroidery pattern to it. It is not a dress for a noble woman, but not a very cheap looking piece either. “And of course your underwear.” The Elder God hands you small clothes and an underdress. “Very well.” You roll your eyes. 

You dress yourself. 

You head downstairs and find Nyarlathotep in what looks like a laboratory. “By the gods.” You mumble. “What, I do have to keep up appearances. I am an alchemist.” The Crawling Chaos turns to you, showing you his wicked smile. It does not reach his glassy, empty eyes. “What must I do now? What do women in the middle ages do?” You ask. “You are going to go to the market, buy me some obscure things from the apothecary, that will raise alarms.” Nyarlathotep winks. You are handed a pair of shoes and a basket. “I can’t buy shit without money.” You say, putting your shoes on. To your relief they don’t have heels. The Elder God hands you a small purse, probably filled with coins. 

The market is very crowded and very vast. You can easily get lost in it. Or worse, socially exhausted. 

It takes you a good while to find the apothecary. On your way there, you buy a small loaf of bread, which you eat while you walk. In the purse The Elder God gave to you, you find a list of what you have to ask of the apothecary clerk. At the bottom of the list, you also find a request for three bars of iron, from the black smith. Oh yes, you are sure to attract attention now! 

You enter the apothecary shop. A bell rings overhead. A clark scurries into the shop. “Good morning, ma’am.” He says. “Good morning.” You reply, feigning shyness. It is better to act shy than to act … out of time, so to say. You need a while longer to observe how women of this era behave. “I have a list.” You tell the clerk. “Of course, give it here.” His voice is rather curt. You produce the list from the purse and hand it to him. “That is quite the list ma’am.” The clerk says. “I am aware. It is for my father.” You reply. “It is going to take me a while.” The clerk begins to gather what you need, right away. “That is fine, Father is not in a hurry.” You say gently. You stan by the window and peer out at the market.

You eye meets a group of three men. Men in the very prime of their lives. You don’t give them mid 20’s. One of them seems to look right at you. He is the most strapping of the three men, broad in the shoulders and wide in the chest. His hair is shorn very short and his jaw is stubbly. He sends you a slight smirk. You smile back, but then turn away. You are not sure if you are here for flirting. 

“This should be everything, ma’am.” Says the clerk, after what you think is at least fifteen minutes. You think him and pay. The clerk loads everything in your basket and you exit the shop. Your purse is considerably lighter, but you are sure you can still pay the blacksmith. On your way to the smithy, you see the three men again. The other two are both slender and a bit taller than the man who had smiled at you. His eyes find you again. He smiles warmly, his eyes roving over your form. Swiftly you enter the smithy.

The smith is all too happy to provide what you require, as long as you pay him. You give him all the coin that is still in your purse, which more than suffices. “Tell me this, though, miss, what do you plan on doing with all this metal?” The smith asks. “They are for my father, he is an Alchemist.” You purr. You plant a seed, like The Elder God wants to. 

The seeds are swift to take root and grow. 

Nyarlathotep is summoned to court after two days. Naturally you stay back, with your books and needlework. 

The King personally receives the Elder God. Nyarlathotep demonstrates turning iron into gold. The King commissions him to make him 25 kilos of gold coins. He talks to the Elder God half the night. You eat dinner alone and go to bed before Nyarlathotep returns home. 

But of course, The King asks The Crawling Chaos if he has a daughter. “Yes, your majesty, she is 19 and comely as can be.” Nyarlathotep replies. This is all going precisely the way he likes. The sooner he can bring you to court, the better of course. “Bring her to court, tomorrow, there will be a feast.” The King says.

“Today is your day, my child.” Nyarlathotep says, as he wakes you up. “What are we going to do today, more nothing?” You ask. “Not at all, we are going to nest ourselves at court.” The Crawling Chaos laughs. “I have a new dress for you.” He gestures to your desk. The dress is a tender shade of blue, with golden scroll work. “You will shine like all the ladies at court.” He smirks. You slip out of bed. “What do you want me to do tonight?” You ask. You understand very well that The Elder God has ulterior motives with every step he takes and every word he speaks. “Just enjoy yourself. But don’t answer to any advances.” Nyarlathotep warns. “Not even from the King?” You ask, understanding well that your Master wants influence. But The Crawling Chaos shakes his head. “No, not this time.” He replies. “Very well.” You answer.

You slip into your old dress and go to the market to buy perfume and fragrant soap. You help the Elder God draw water for your bath. It takes a long time to heat the water. It is past lunch time when you finally get to bathe.

You wash yourself, carefully soaping your hair and rinsing it out. Once you are cleaned, you dry off. The Crawling Chaos dabs perfume on your throat, wrists, nipples and your core. “Now dress, I’ll get the water out.” He says. You dress, for as far as you manage. Nyarlathotep has to help you lacing up your bodice. Your breasts are propped up and your waist made as narrow as can. “Gods, I liked the first dress much better.” You groan. “Now now, no whining child, you look immaculate.” The Elder God chuckles.

A carriage brings you to the Castle. 

A runner announces your arrival. “Master Nicholas Storm and his daughter, Y/N!” He yells. The King, at the center of the high table, rises from his seat. “Alchemist, welcome.” He cries out. Henry the Eighth is a handsome man. He is garbed in shades of gold and beige and his hair is short cropped and soft looking. His lips are lush and plump. Nyarlathotep leads you to the head table. “Your majesty.” He bows. You courtesy. “Your majesty.” You cooe coyly. The King looks at you. His eyes are like chips of frozen stone. Eyes he roves over you. “Please, Alchemist, sit by my side.” He gestures to two open seats on his left. “Thank you, your majesty.” The Crawling Chaos bows again. He leads you to the empty chairs. He takes the seat directly by the king and you sit down beside the Elder God. 

“You have a pretty daughter, Alchemist.” The King says pleasantly. “Thank you, your majesty, she is the apple of my eye.” Nyarlathotep strokes your cheek. “She is very clever and well read, your majesty. You would do well beware.” He winks at The King. Henry chuckles. “Does she dance?” He asks. 

You give the Crawling Chaos a look. You can’t dance for shit. “Yes she does.” Nyarlathotep replies. He grasps you by the upper arm, firmly. You understand that you will have to fake it until you make it. 

Henry rises from his seat. He comes over to you, holding out his hand. “Allow me this dance.” He purrs. You stand and put your hand in The King’s. He leads you to the floor. You steel yourself and get ready to step on a few toes.

But once the music sets in and Henry leads you into a dance you of course don’t know, you find that your feet seem to move on their own accord. You send The Elder God a look and return you get a knowing smirk. Of course this is his doing.

As you dance, you spot a set of familiar eyes. Big baby blue’s that rake over your body. And a grin that turn you feet to jelly. You try not to let this man distract you from the King. Henry surely won’t like that. 

After some ten minutes of dancing, Henry returns you to your seat. You courtesy to him and sit down beside The Crawling Chaos again. The King looks at you, his grey-blue eyes are filled with greed.

The man who has been making eyes at you, approaches the head table. “Your majesty.” he bows for the King. “Charles, my friend. Have you yet met the Alchemist?” Henry asks. “No, your majesty, I have not.” The man replies. “Alchemist, this is my vastest friend, Charles Brandon. Charles, this is Nicholas Storm, he will help me with some financial issues.” The King speaks jovially. “And the girl?” Mister Brandon’s eyes venture to you. It is like he is trying to set you on fire with a look. You do your best not to fluster. Your eyes flick to the King. Something around Henry’s mouth tightens. He looks back at you. His eyes meet yours and the muscles in his face relax. “Charles, this is Y/N Storm. Y/N, this is my very best friend, Charles Brandon.” The King says. You travel your eyes back to Brandon. He sends you an infectious smile. You just can’t help smiling back. “My Lady.” Brandon purrs. “Please, I am not a Lady.” You say softly. Brandon chuckles, a deep warm chuckle. You decide that you will have him, one way or another.

You feast and the night grows later.

You mingle with the ladies of the court, encouraged by your ‘father’ to make friends. You laugh and talk and find out things about Charles Brandon and King Henry. Their voracious appetite for women most of all. 

Henry gestures Brandon closer. “Invite the Alchemist’s daughter to my bedchambers. I desire her.” He whispers. “Yes your majesty.” Brandon answers. But there is a tightening in his jaw. But he bows and goes over to you all the same.

“Miss Storm.” Brandon gently grazes your shoulder. You turn to him, your skirts billowing as you swirl around. He is closer than you expected, you almost bump into his wide chest. “Mister Brandon.” You cooe. From this close you can see that his left iris isn’t completely blue, but that there is a brown fleck that mirrors the light of the candles illuminating the hall. “The King requests your presence in his bed chambers.” You see a muscle just underneath his jaw twitch. “Lead me there.” You cooe. “As you wish.” He offers you his arm. You accept it and smile up at him. “You really are lovely.” Brandon murmurs. “Now now Mister Brandon, you are too forthcoming.” You play at being modest, just to be coy.

Charles knocks at the King’s door. Henry is very swift to open. “There you are.” He grins at you. “Here I am indeed.” You reply. You find that Henry’s pleasant smile barely reaches his eyes. “Leave her to me Charles.” Says The King. “Yes your majesty.” Brandon bows. You slip your arms from his and cross the threshold of the King’s chambers. 

Henry closes the doors behind you. 

You turn to him. “Listen, Your Majesty, I am not here to let you fuck me.” You decide not to play around. “Then why are you here?” The King asks. “I am here to get to know you.” You say softly. “So I had Charles bring you just to talk? I could have been fucking Lady Blount.” Henry all but thunders. 

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Say Hello to My Little Friend

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle) Pairing: Cpt. Syverson/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: There was a snake. I screamed and ran away. Then my mind was like hey you should write a fic! Also, the last time I used a name for Sy it was Logan. This time, I am flexing my creativity and seeing how I like the name Rian. 

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Bent over digging through the veggie patch that he'd been working on all season, Syverson froze, the piercing noise reaching his ears. Laying beside him the German Shepherd barked and whimpered, crawling closer to her master. The terrorizing screeching taking a pause, only to erupt again. This time in the horror of the moment, the former Captain heard his name wailing across the property. Coming from the roses, his wife adored.

“Rian!” Her scream hoarse and sobbing. She only used his full name when he was in trouble or she was in some sort of dangerous situation.

Shooting upright, Syveryson grabbed the small rake he'd been using to turn soil and sprinted to his crying wife. That gotdamn slithery brown fucker was back! He knew it, nothing else sent his bug into a wailing fit like a damn snake. It wasn't even a big snake, barely half a foot long and harmless as they get. Yet every time she saw it, she went into a fit of absolute terror.

“I'm coming for ya, bug!” He called jogging over to the rose bush her finger was pointed at. Tear rolled down her cheeks and she gasped for breath. Over the years Syverson had been in active war zones with less distress then when she saw a snake. “Where is it?”

“Under the bush. I-I was.” She choked on her sobs. “It nearly went over my foot. Oh god, Rian. Get rid of it, please.” She whimpered, the German Shepherd backing into her legs, trying to comfort the distraught human. “Mei, careful.” She whispered as the dog bumped into her hard.

“Alright, you go to the porch. Take Mei, I'll deal with our little friend.” Syverson instructed, his eyes watching the ground around the rose bush. He hadn't spent years in the desert watching for signs of movement to be bested by a damn snake.

“What if I see it? Or another one? I swear it has friends and they're all out to get me.” She whimpered stroking Mei's rough fur around her neck. Smiling happily, Mei waited for her command to move the scared human to safety.

“Right, well,” Syverson rubbed the back of his neck. Sweat dripping down the back of his tshirt in the hot sun. “Okay, I have an idea.” He shrugged turning back to and squatting down. “Hop on. I'll take ya to the porch then come back and see if I can't find it.”

“What if it moves while you're gone?” She asked curiously watching him. Was he seriously going to piggy back her all the way up to the house? Their home sat on a small hill nearly seven hundred feet from where they stood. In this heat he would drop and she'd have to call an ambulance.

“Then I will try my best to find it.” He assured her, “Hop on. I ain't flushing it out with you standing here.”

“If I climb on your back, I will kill you. Its too hot.” She protested, hand on her hip. The more time she wasted arguing with him, the more chances he had of the snake getting away.

“It'll be fine, I've carried men heavier than you in hotter than this.” His brow creased, lifting his hat to wipe his forehead. “Last chance bug, but if I were you I'd take it. Cause I don't want to alarm ya.” Pointing behind her, about ten feet away...

“Rian!” She screamed jumping from a standstill, nearly over shooting him leapfrog style. “Oh fuck. No. Make it go away!” Tears instantly running down her cheeks, she clung to his back. Legs around his thick torso, she sobbed into his tshirt. “Please get rid of it.” She begged as he carried her to the house.

“I'll get rid of it, but I can't promise it doesn't have some friends hiding.” He gently squeezed her thigh. Her legs around him was always a welcome gesture, although this time he had other things to think about.

When she was safe on the porch, standing on wobbly legs, he instructed he to go inside and get a drink. Maybe a nice tall glass of that lemonade she liked, the one with the vodka. Mei following her second human inside the house, Syverson nodded to the dog to indicate she was doing the right thing. His girls safe inside, he adjusted his ball cap. Time to get down to business.

Trudging back to the scene of the crime, he scowled and let his eyes wander for a second. It couldn't have gone far, likely seeking refuge from the screaming giant that kept leaping into the air every time it passed by. Naturally, he didn't feel the need or want to kill the poor beast. However, it was causing his bug a great deal of stress.

“Alright buddy, where are ya?” He whistled softly, as if to coax it out. It wasn't like he'd whistle and it would come along like a dog. Shaking his head, he kept his eyes on the alert. Tracking movement was one of his specialties.

Seconds into his mission, he located the target.

“Look, what I am about to do, it isn't personal.” He spoke, grabbing the gardening rake. “You've been scaring my lady, I know you like it here, but this is her home and it ain't big enough for the two of ya.”

Curled up on the porch swing, a glass of lemonade in her hand, another on the table beside her waiting for Syverson, she hiccuped and wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks. She was never going back into the yard, ever. Not unless Sy was home to hold her hand or carry her. Scratching Mei behind the ears, she whimpered feeling tears threaten to fall again. Nothing, absolutely nothing, scared her this much. Sending Sy off to war, multiple times, hadn't caused her this amount of distress.

Shaking she lifted the glass to her lips, the sweet and bitter taste meeting her. With a slight gulp, she nearly drained the glass. What on earth was taking him so long? Had he found more? Did the snake get him? What if he'd found a giant nest of...

“Done.” His voice startled her into a jump. “Easy, bug. It's only me.” he smiled sweetly at her, taking off his hat under the shade of the porch.

“Is it dead?”

“It's gone. Along with three friends that I found. They won't be bothering you anymore.” Syverson sat on the other side of the swing, reaching for his glass of lemonade and slinging an arm around her. “I took em down the road.”

“You let them live?” Her bottom lip quivered.

“I know, I know. Bug, they're gone. I promise I took em away. Besides, I've seen loads of raccoon and skunks in that area. They'll probably be somebody's dinner before long.” Gently squeezing her shoulder, her leaned in nuzzling her neck. His thick beard scratching at the soft skin. “I was going to kill em, but...You know what, doesn't matter.”

“I know, no use in killing unless they've got a gun at your head and their finger on the trigger.” She recited the words he'd spoke many times.

“Mm hmm.” He hummed, his beard against her skin caused her to shiver. “Now, we've gotta figure out a way to keep you safe out there.”

“You mean you don't want to piggy back me everywhere?” She giggled, pushing his head away. Staring into his eyes, she smirked leaning in for a soft kiss.

“Now, I didn't say that. I love your legs around me, but neighbours might start talking.” He joked, their nearest neighbour was a mile down the road and their house couldn't be seen from the road. “I'll tell ya what, until I figure out a better solution, why don't I leave the lawn mower by the back deck? You can ride it 'round.”

“Are you serious?” She laughed at his suggestion. “Oh god, Sy. We're going to look insane.”

“Got a better suggestion?” He wiggled his brows at her.

Mumbling “no” she folded her arms across her chest and sighed.

“Okay then, I'll go get the mower. And while you're out there, mind dropping the blade? The back side is an overgrown mess.” He winked as she scoffed and hit him playfully in the chest.

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Aysle continues the Possibility War started in Torg Eternity. Storm Knights rise to battle High Lord Uthorion and his army of darkness. A supplemental sourcebook for Aysle, an extended adventure book set within Aysle, and multiple extras and surprises help you continue and expand your table-top role-playing game experience in the evolving world of Torg Eternity.

Aysle is a realm of magic, fantasy, and an eternal struggle between Darkness and Light! It's ruled by High Lord Uthorion —currently inhabiting the body of a Viking warlord—and his Dread Covenent of nightmares, necromancers, and nefarious lords. Uthorion attacked from above and below, with maelstrom bridges crashing down in the sea to bring his Viking raiders, and a massive ritual connecting the underground passages of Aysle to subways, cellars, and caves on Earth. Any break in the ground may now be a portal to treasure and danger.

Within Uthorion’s borders magic is powerful and miracles happen, but technology beyond a flintlock rifle sputter and malfunction. High tech doesn’t belong here, and reality tries to right it and transform items into something accepted by the Ayslish. Storm Knights resist this effect, and may bring modern weapons (and more) to bear against the forces of Darkness.

High Lord Uthorion didn't come to Earth alone. For the last century he had possessed Queen Pella Ardinay, the Lady of Light, and used her to corrupt her forces and undermine her allies: the elves and the last of the dwarves. She was recently slain and resurrected—freeing her—and now she leads the remnants of her armies to Earth in pursuit of her hated foe.

The Aysle source book is an expansion designed for both players and Game Masters. Inside you'll find:

New Perks, Spells, and Miracles for advancing characters. Includes options only available to Beta Clearance Storm Knights, as they learn more about their own abilities and the nature of reality.

Magic Gear! A bevy of new items for adventurers, and random tables for discovering items in coffers or on foes!

An extensive status update for the default timeline. See the course of the first year of the Possibility Wars and the toll it's taken on Great Britain and Scandinavia. Includes a list of ongoing Delphi Council operations and who's who in the Aysle theater of the war.

Get the statistics for the Dark Lord himself, as Uthorion takes matters into his own hands. Defeating him comes at a price, as Pella Ardinay found out the hard way!

New threats. Angered Elementals erupt throughout the realm as raw magic courses across new lands. Knights and wizards roam the roads—many of them selfish and bent towards the ways of Darkness. The Dread Covenant has its own troops: monsters of legend, giants, undead, Vikings, and the foul spawn of Darkness controlled by Uthorion.

Quest generation tables, new Eternity Shards, and more!

Revenge of the Carredon is a massive adventure suitable for several months of gaming. Start off in middle of the war, fighting in the trenches of Oxford. Tolwyn Tancred, the legendary hero who slew Uthorion’s strange dragon—the dreaded Carredon—and returned to save Pella Ardinay is cursed, and heralds the return of the mighty beast she seemed to slay. Embark on a quest to unlock the mystery of the Carredon’s origins and break the curse before Tolwyn is lost forever and Uthorion regains one of his most powerful weapons.

When Cosms Collide! Original Torg co-creator Greg Gorden returns with a new mega-adventure! The Cyberpapacy, technodemons, Mobius' shocktroopers, and others all seem to have business in the realm of Aysle—and the Storm Knights are caught in the middle. Join the action and uncover the mystery of what has so many High Lords moving through Uthorion's kingdom, and if anyone can beat the Dark One on his home ground !

The Aysle GM Screen has three panels. On the inside, all the most needed charts from Torg Eternity in addition to the new charts specific to adventures in Aysle. The outside features a single, gorgeous seamless image and the axioms and World Laws players need to remember.

Aysle Archetypes come within the GM Screen, and offer new stock heroes to draw from to fill the ranks of your Storm Knights. Meet the Champion of Light, a Core Earther transformed by the magic of Aysle into an armored paladin, the Necromancer, a hero touched by Darkness but who deploys her deadly spells against a common foe, and the Cleric of Dunad, an elf from Aysle who channels the holy power of the gods…and many more!

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The "High Lords" came from other cosms—other realities—conquerors joined together to steal the Earth’s living energy…to consume its very Possibilities! The High Lords impose their reality and transform everything within, draining the Earth of its Possibilities in the hopes that one of them will become an ancient and all-powerful being called the "Torg!"

Earth is not defenseless. The player characters are "Storm Knights," heroes from all the cosms who fight against the High Lords. They use magic, technology, miracles, and even super powers against the Reality Raiders and their endless minions.

Join the fight and you can play a monster hunter from Orrorsh armed with alchemical creations, magical medals, or a "Slayer's Gun" loaded with various bullets carved with cryptic runes…a heretical cyberwitch decked out with spells and stolen cyberware...a dwarven "Dragon Warrior" with enchanted armor forged with amazing enhancements and steam-powered devices of doom...an "Electric Samurai" armed with high-tech "Ion Gusoko" armor and ion-charged katana... a psychic survivor who uses demonic Occultech...an mystical edeinos who can call on the miracles of a fierce and powerful goddess whose interventions are very real...a stalwart Core Earther, a realm runner who can negate your enemies' powers... or a pulp hero of the Nile Empire detailed above!

And so much more!

Each cosm in Torg Eternity doesn't just feel different, it plays different thanks to its Axioms (Magical, Social, Spiritual, and Technological) that define what can exist there, and most importantly its World Laws, rules that reinforce the genre and trope of the place.

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