#vinland saga fanfiction

[tirednamelessguy]

Okay, context: This is just a little scene I typed out in the middle of the night recently for a fanfiction (which isn't really one, it only exists in my head in the form of a bunch of different scenes and some backstory). It's for the manga and anime series Vinland Saga and is a Thorfinn x oc/reader fic. That's all that I wanna say for now, I'll probably reblog this to really get into the nitty gritty of this fic (like giving the actual context of the story). I just really wanted to share this one because I can't get it out of my mind so I gotta. Anyway, enough of me yapping, enjoy.

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The moon hung low in a star studded sea of darkness, shining down on the land. The deep blue river surged on, seeming to carry a thousand shimmering stars in its bosom along its path; to flow for miles before joining at a greater vastness eventually. The glowworms didn't come out that night, painting the two familiars in just the light of the world above. They were staring at the waters in silence, both lost in thought. Erik's fingers subconsciously found their way to her hair when the strain of its bounds started to get a little painful and released them, letting her hair cascade down her shoulders, curled and tangled. A faint sigh left her at the relief to her scalp. She saw a faint outline of her face in the water, watching her locks cup her face but couldn't tell much besides due to the meagre light. She brushed through them with her hand, taming them a bit before her eyes naturally went to Thorfinn, finding his gaze already on her.

They were sitting pretty close to keep warm but the distance hadn't meant much until now, when it felt miniscule yet immense at the same time. Erik's stare wandered from Thorfinn's eyes but not far, finding home in his face still, running over his features— his nose, his brows, his hair, his temples, his cheeks, his ears, his jaw, his chin, his lips; she thoroughly traced it all with her eyes, reading each shape, each rise, each dip, each scar. In its totality, his face looked dreamy, like a haze was pulled over it. Or perhaps it was her who was in a haze, finding contentment in simply gazing at him. It was about time she said something, she was aware of that but words struggled to take form in her head, let alone break free from the confines of her mouth.

"You look beautiful." Finally, he spoke. His voice was gentle, not rising above the gushing water in front of them as a rule. Their eyes reunited and for a second, he stumbled, eyes wide as if he surprised himself with his own words but soon, he collected himself. That was his nature after all. He always knew what to say and each word that left those perfectly shaped lips of his was like the mead of poetry for which she would be down to trickery just to get a taste of.

"It... suits you... this way."

The tug on the corners of her lips grew stronger, a fluttering in her chest made her take in a deep breath; the chill, fresh smells of grass and damp soil filled her chest. Her gaze grew softer and that was answer enough for him. 'Thank you', her smile told him. She wondered what he was thinking, his honey-brown eyes refusing to leave her. What she had in mind was crystal clear though. 'I love you', that was all. She wished she could say it. She probably could but she knew neither of them wanted to break the fragile, sanctious tranquility between them.

For that reason, he let his actions speak, extending a hand and delicately caressing her cheek with his knuckles. In harmony, she closed her eyes, feeling every inch of his hand. If she could somehow collect this feeling of his warm, scarred skin on her face, make an ocean out of it and slowly drown in it for eternity, she gladly would. His hand brushed along her shadowy locks and she ached to look at him again. He had moved— no, he was moving, just so slow that it was barely noticeable.

Their eyes were set on each other, locked in place. As he neared her, she could see his eyes more clearly. Shining in the moonlight, they held not only the colour but also the effects of the most divine mead to ever make her drunk. And from the core of those wells grew his pupils ever wider, a darkness that beckoned her to get closer as well. And she did, hypnotised, leaning closer both to his palm that cupped her cheek now, and his bewitching face. His lips were parted ever so slightly which she replicated. Her eyelids grew heavier, fluttering half way down. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, almost as if to make sure this was real. He lifted his chin and tilted his head to the right and his breath tickled her cheek so intoxicatingly, her eyes couldn't stand to remain open. And if she wasn't dying to feel his lips, she would probably fall back and swoon right there.

He didn't drag her anticipation. His lips connected with hers, feather-light and softer than clouds. That alone was enough to leave her breathless— head feeling light and heart soaring. She wanted to say his name, over and over again until her breath ran out, like it was the chant of Gods, an elixir to the parched lips of a lone traveller. She didn't. Solely because she couldn't with the way his lips blanketed hers, moving in a drawn out way. He was making his point, showing her he meant what he said and more. Erik returned the affection, kissing him with all the softness and all the love she had in herself. Her hand went to hold his free one that rested on his lap, lacing her fingers with his.

Their kiss deepened slightly, the yearning that was in the back of both of their minds taking reins. Her brows drew close. Her heart was crying out, her throat hurt from keeping all the emotion down, the only outlet being her lips which did their best to convey all that they could. Soothingly, Thorfinn brushed his thumb over her warm skin again. He understood, she could tell. Because he felt it too. All those years spent away from each other crumbled and turned to dust before them; disappeared, never to separate them again. Nothing ever could, not anymore. For their hearts would always show the way to the other. Even if the heavens were to rip them apart, even if they were stranded on opposite sides of the world, they would find a way back.

'I love you', her heart whispered yet again and he listened. And he said it back, all in the simple motion of the kiss.

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Damn, I must've had some of that mead of poetry amirite? 🥴

Also, I've written more after this but am debating whether or not to put that up as well. I'll probably let it marinate in my notes for a while and post it anyway idk

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[corvusalbus93]

More fanfiction to come…now, here’s the plan

The 2. Season isn’t that far away, and I’ve been itching to write more for Vinland Saga. Thing is I don’t like to mess with canon too much, just a personal preference, but I may have found a compromise of sorts. A storyline that runs parallel to the second arc of the manga (and presumably season 2), and is thus kind of a canon-compliant AU…if that makes sense.

Now, I haven’t been subtle about the fact that Askeladd is my favourite character; he ain’t a good person, but he’s a damn good character. Naturally, I was sad to see him die, despite it being a great way to end his story and an important plot point overall.

This AU will be a “what if Askeladd survived”-story, but Thorfinn has no clue, so his story progresses just like in the manga. Instead of dying pretty quickly in Thorfinn’s arms, Askeladd is slowly bleeding out, but unconscious due to the sudden blood loss. This gives others, who see him as a valuable piece they want to keep in the game, enough time to switch him with a corpse and spirit him away...

Basic premise is:

Presumed dead and with a new identity, Askeladd must leave Canute’s side, to serve the prince’s and Wales’ interests abroad. He travels to the Hebrides with those who saved his life, acting as Canute’s eyes and ears in the various kingdoms of the region. From there he begins to subtly influence the course of history...and faces Vikings threatening his new home.

A bit about the historical background/inspiration:

When I wondered where Askeladd could act without interfering with Thorfinn’s storyline, I first checked Scotland and Ireland…and there was quite a bit going on at the time. Just a few months after Sweyn Forkbeard’s death, there was battle at Dublin, the Battle of Clontarf, which shook up the political landscape of those regions quite a bit.

Interestingly, I found out that only a few years later the Sudreyar, the Hebrides and Isle of Man (+ plus a few other islands), suddenly came to be ruled by a relative and vassal of Canute…there is a story gift-wrapped right there, come on. It’s a perfect scenario to have Askeladd be the one pulling strings behind the scenes.

Now, about the people he will be living amongst, and who save him in the first place. Early on during the Viking Age, Scandinavians figured that they could not only just raid the coastlines of Scotland and Ireland, but also settle down there. This resulted in the minor kingdoms and earldoms of the Norse-Gaels, descendants of both the Norse settlers and the native Gaelic population. They still got raided and even went raiding themselves, and of course were kinda caught up between everyone.

There was even more going on at the time, but I don’t want to spoil too much, as I’ll try to weave in as much history as possible. I plan to add a bit of historical context and background information in notes at the end of chapters, whenever relevant. Of course, since it’s still fanfiction meant to entertain, and since sources are sparse, it naturally won’t be 100% accurate. I’m not a historian, I’m gonna take liberties for the sake of the story.

I hope to start publishing chapter for “Dead Man’s Tale” around the time season 2 starts airing. If you have questions/are curious about something, don’t hesitate to send me a message.

#vinland saga #vinland saga fanfiction #askeladd #lucius artorius castus #canon compliant AU

[thepeculiarauthor]

unpopular vinland saga opinion: Askeladd was a far more interesting protagonist AND I would’ve rather seen his overarching plot come to fruition but okay go off y’all

#vinland saga #thorfinn #askeladd #vinland saga s1 #vinland saga s2 #vinland saga edit #vinland saga meme #vinland saga fanfiction

[soanliawriter]

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Below is the contents I do, these of which are onehsots, headcanons and roleplays. They will have titles and will be labeled either (nsfw) or (sfw)

(UPDATED MASTERLIST BELOW)

Please be reminded that, this account will be NSFW (18+ & 21+), BUT there will be SFW (fluff & softcore) too, best of both worlds is what you'll find here I guess haha.

As of now, I do Levi Ackerman stuff and also Thorfinn x Gudrid stuff, that's Attack on Titan and Vinland Saga ☺️🫶, might even put a few more other fandoms in the near future! ✨

P.S: I just got into Vinland Saga and into Thorfinn x Gudrid, so it's very few, but I promise it will increase hehe

But if you want more of them both, feel free to visit my Ao3! I have posted 2, one is where it's a collective one-shots of them both I have posted 3 on there and I have another one which is an ongoing short fanfic series of them both on there as well! It currently has 5 chapters, and I'm ending it at 10 chapters.

Okay that is all! Happy reading! 🫶✨

// Oneshots // { Levi Ackerman }

Honeymoon with your Husband Levi (nsfw)

Stress Reliever (nsfw)

Accompanying Levi to hand out candies for the kids (fluff)

The Ackerman Family (fluff)

Hand placement // Hands (nsfw)

His touch makes you feel safe (fluff)

// Headcanons //

Levi Ackerman likes/loves (nsfw)

Ways Levi shows his love for you (fluff)

You look... (fluff)

// Roleplays //

Levi Ackerman roleplay (nsfw)

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My random Levi quick imagination and thoughts:

Man of few words

On your period or pregnant

Levi eating pussy

Levi glares at you for wearing revealing clothes in public

Levi loves nicknames

Levi and you does skincare

Levi gives you a sensual gentle sex

Levi loves your boobs

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Levi posts:

Him in a black suit

Someone tweeted him in a black suit before

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Other fandoms:

{ Vinland Saga }

Thorfinn (manga panels)

Thorfinn x Gudrid (fanfic)

Thorfinn x Gudrid (manga panels)

Thorfinn being clueless (fanfic)

Thorfinn and his son Karli (manga panels)

Gudfinn being innocent babies (headcanon)

P.S: The 5'1 and 5'3 on my bio is relating to Thorfinn and Levi, my short men🫶

See ya soon loves/besties <3

#anime #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi heichou #levi x reader #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #snk smut #aot fluff #levi fluff #fluff #snk levi #aot fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #masterlist #aot smut #vinland saga #thorfinn vinland saga #thorfinn karlsefni #gudrid vinland saga #gudrid

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Vinland Saga (manga)

Sample Size: 680 stories

Source: AO3

Note: This chart is limited to English fics only, as requested.

#thorfinn #askeladd #canute #torgrim #atli #bjorn #einar #thorkell #gudrid #leif ericson #vinland saga #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician

[jinxofthecipher]

Carve My Name Into Your Skin Update~

Chapter 30 is now up for you all to read! I'm seriously so happy I managed to get it out before the end of the month; I was starting to worry there. Hope it was well worth the wait! Anyway, here's a snippet: “I think,” another squeeze, comforting the youth as he dared to stroke over Bjorn’s hand with a timid finger, “there is some reason behind the timing. Somehow-” Bjorn's gaze travels down, first to his upper arm, then Thorfinn’s. A thoughtful expression crossed over his brow, “-it comes when it’s right and not a minute before.” 

Thorfinn’s exhale caught, dangling in his throat like a limp corpse. He felt his resolve - typically as resolute as a fortress, nigh impenetrable - beginning to suffer long, deep cracks in its foundation. They spread like sickness, infecting every inch. There were more than cracks in some places. Crumbling walls and broken towers. 

Nothing at all like his previously imagined stronghold. 

#fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic update #chapter update #my writing #fic link #vinland saga #askeladd #thorfinn #bjorn #askefinn #bjornfinn #askefinnbjorn #askebjorn

[imvriix]

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𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯

summary ;; — he always saw you on the field of battle, yet no one else could. as he saw you more and more, his want to speak to you increased.

featuring + contains ;; — thorfinn (warrior arc) x gn! reader. contains slight fantasy aspects?? readers kinda supernatural? it isn't major but it's there. doesn't specify what the reader is.

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he didn’t know them, and they likely didn’t know him. all he knew was that he always saw them on the field of battle, carrying themself with an aura unlike any he had seen before. they looked like they were about to give a kind, gentle smile yet like they were about to start crying at the same time. they wouldn’t fight, and no matter where the battle was taking place or who it was against, they were there, observing. not with any evident look of interest, but a distant sadness yet they looked so tender. 

it was like no one else besides him could see them. no one looked their way, no one even batted an eye to their direction, and they didn’t seem to mind. he hated how he couldn’t seem to reach them. at first, he was conflicted, wondering why someone was so calmly watching the bloodshed and not taking any action to leave. after the first few times, he wondered if he was hallucinating due to how no one else seemed to be aware of their presence.

the first time he had seen them, he didn’t know what to think. wandering the fields of the dead men, they were slow and took their time in your steps, eyes scanning over the fresh corpses of the men that had lost their lives in battle. he could barely see them, he was going back to askeladd and his men when he had seen them. they were far, but he could pick up on the swirl of emotion in their eyes. he could see it so clearly, but if you asked him to put it into words, he wouldn't be able to.

he had seen them earlier during the battle, but his eyes didn't linger for long, dismissing them as another 'warrior'. but now he had seen them so carefully wandering through the mass of dead flesh, the one word to come into his head was valkyrie. but this didn't make sense to him, if they were a valkyrie, then why could he see them? he had not lost his life in the war, so if you truly were a valkyrie, them shouldn't have appeared to him.

though he may have only seen them for a few moments before he had to leave, they remained on his mind for days afterwards. it was a few weeks until he had seem them again. due to the time in-between these two 'meetings', he was convinced he had made you up. that it was nonsense for someone to calmly walk through a battlefield with no one noticing, for them to walk through the bodies like they were walking through a field of flowers and not heaps of dead brutes. because of this mantra and how he cursed himself for ever believing such a stupid idea, he was frozen when he had seen them again.

he could barely focus on fighting, eyes always dragging themselves back to them, barely missing stabs of swords due to how distracted he was. he didn’t want to fight anymore, but he had to. because what else could he do? his eyes kept sweeping over them, and sometimes looking around to the other men surrounding him, wondering how no one could notice them and their gaze. they would disappear as soon as they came, being somehow present once the fighting begins and then leaving after staring at the soulless bodies resulting from the fighting.

after that first time, it felt like they followed him everywhere on the battlefield. wherever there was bloodshed, there was them, and wherever they were, there was bloodshed. after the first few times, he had to admit that he was curious and that he wanted to see them. he wanted to see them up close and ask, "why?".

why did they come to such places only to look at the fighting with such grief in their eyes? why did they stay on the sidelines? why didn't they just leave?

he tried to reach them, but one thing or another got in his way and messed up his chances of getting to them. but this time, he decided, this time he would get to them. he stayed behind, he didnt care if they left without him. he had only this on his mind for weeks, and he wouldn't be able to do anything else if he didn't get this over with. all he needed was for you to show up again, and for one of the first times in his life, he prayed that they would show up, and he prayed that he would be able to speak to them.

and he was so thankful that they were there. standing in the middle of everything, back towards him, emitting that same gentle yet painfully upsetting feeling. he rushed through the aftermath of the war, the bodies, blood, broken blades. but once he got closer to them, he felt himself get slower. he began to become hesitant in his steps, slowing and slowing the nearer he got. his heart felt like it was going to stop once he saw them begin to turn around.

he grit his teeth, he hadn't waited so long just to run away once he was in front of them. he couldn't even speak, everything that had been on his mind had left the moment their eyes settled on his. he wanted to turn and walk away, but again, he didn't want to regret leaving without a word, and his body wouldn't listen either way. he was stuck underneath the gaze of their eyes, and it was as if all the barriers he had learnt to put up over the years were no good anymore, that he couldn't hide even his deepest thoughts from someone like this.

a rush of wind passed the two of you, and your eyes slowly widened. the two of you stared and you felt like for once in your life, you didn't know what to do. he was in front of you, undoubtedly on guard yet slightly red and unable to carry on holding eye contact. but it didn't make sense, no man on the field of battle ever acknowledged you. you were simply there, lighting up the flame of bloodlust with your low tune. you didn't want to, you didn't want to encourage stealing the lives of others. but in life, many things happen that people don't want, such an death.

but you couldn't hide a small smile when your attention focused back onto the warrior in front of you. he said nothing and it seemed as if he could do nothing, and he felt stupid for coming up to you with no plan of what to do or what to say. what reason did he have for even wanting to see you?

though the reason for your silence wasn't that you were confused or judging or anything of that sort. you could see he wasn't at peace with violence, unlike all the other men that you had seen fighting before. he didn't care for riches or fame or valhalla. it was more than that, and you could see that. although you couldn't see what specifically it was he wanted or what made him so troubled, you knew that his purpose for life would be far greater than the average man on the battlefield.

he felt even more flustered seeing your small smile, half because he felt like he was being teased, and half because you were more inhumanely beautiful than he had imagined you to be.

you placed a hand on his cheek, moving forward to place a soft kiss on the other, near the corner of his lips. no words had been exchanged between the two of you, but your kiss would wish him long life, one where he would feel fulfilled and wouldn't have to continue living in a cycle of murder and death.

another gush of wind passed, and his eyes shut due to its harshness. but when they opened, he could no longer see you.

he placed a hand onto the cheek you had kissed for a moment, until he removed it and turned around, walking back to wherever askeladd and his men would be.

he had never seen you again after that.

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#vinland saga #thorfinn x reader #vinland saga x reader #thorfinn karlsefni #gender neutral reader #vinland saga thorfinn x reader #vinland saga x gender neutral reader #warrior arc #war arc #thorfinn thordarson #manga #anime #fanfiction

[moondal514]

Some fic reading numbers to wrap up 2023

(Yeah yeah I know I’ve posted a whole bunch of fic rec lists this week but this is the last one, I promise)

In 2023, I’d say my fandom habits could be summarized into this: 1) the AFTG brainrot finally eased back a bit so I could truly return to my default state of being a multi-fandom whore, 2) I went back on my bullshit of reading fics for fandoms I’m not in/haven’t thought about for many years, and 3) I’ve finally entered the danmei realm, years after everyone else around here lol (and if you listen carefully in the distance, you can hear the frustrated scream of my former roommate that I’ve pissed off by only just this year checking out and loving the stuff she rec’d for me to read/watch years ago lol).

In 2023, I bookmarked on ao3 1207 new fics read for 46 fandoms (though only about 850 are in my public bookmarks). The fandom I read the most for was MDZS, managing to unseat AFTG as my most read-for fandom this year, accounting for about 345 of those new bookmarks.

Below is a multi-fandom list of 10 of my favorites of all the fics I read in 2023. I limited myself to only choosing fics that are complete standalones cuz otherwise I prob wouldn’t be able to limit it to only 10.

In no particular order:

Fandom: Attack On Titan

The Means by calacreda

'He hears him say “Do not tell a soul, Levi” and wants to laugh. Tell anyone? To what end? So that others have the images that Levi now has running through his head; of grabbing hands and harness marks, hard words and soft lips, of lies upon lies upon lies in a desperate attempt to get to the truth?'

Levi begins to notice Erwin leaving HQ alone and not returning until the dead of night.

Slow-burn, pre-show Eruri.

This fic is here to commemorate the 4 days of absolute insanity in March I spent binge-reading hundreds of thousands of words by this writer despite me knowing barely anything about these characters

Fandom: Simon Snow

Where the Sand Meets the Sea by waterwings/ @amywaterwings

This is a world where magic has moved on.

Where stars fall from the sky.

Where time is less a linear progression and more a slow dance.

And where Simon and Baz start to switch places, which will—inevitably—change everything.

5th ever fic to make me cry (and 1st fic not in the AFTG fandom to make me cry, whoop), the kind of fic that really lingers with sticky fingers on the brain

Fandom: Word of Honor

Strange Pilgrims by inkmyname/ @inkmyname

“Can I have all the wine in the world?” “Yes.” “Can I have all the treasures in the ocean?” “Yes.” “Can I have all the stars in the sky?” And because it wasn’t in Zhou Zishu’s nature to deny Wen Kexing anything, he said yes. From the western mountains to the eastern seas. Some seventy years on, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing wander together.

This fic had me chewing on drywall cuz it’s so good

Fandom: The Vinland Saga

neither sword nor crown by arahir/ @arahir

Canute does whatever he can to keep Thorfinn, though it might cost him everything.

“You want to kill me now.” The words steal his breath with their truth. Thorfinn looks at him, from under his filthy bangs, eyes piercing and bruised. Something in Canute’s chest flips over at that look, at how wounded he is. He’s broken. He’s been broken from the first moment they met, but now he’s lost even Askeladd to hold his pieces together. “But if you fight me like this, it’s not fair. You have to wait until I get stronger. Be my guard until then, and I’ll duel you, warrior to warrior.” Thorfinn’s gaze is unflinching. Canute reaches behind him and pulls the dagger from the folds of his fur-lined cloak. The blade is a part of Thorfinn, like the crown is a part of Canute, now. He hands it over, hilt first. “Or, you can kill me today. Right now, right here.”

Wouldn’t be me unless there was at least one amazing historical fiction-esque fic, from a fandom I’m technically not in, on this list

Fandom: All For the Game

If Suddenly You Forget Me by sambutwithbooks

There’s a ring in the bag they give him, along with his soiled uniform.

The blood doesn’t bother him, even if his stomach clenches as he remembers that it’s his-it's the ring on a chain that snags his attention and holds it.

A wedding ring.

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Fifteen years post-canon, an accident on the court wipes Neil and their life together from Andrew's memory. It takes a while for him to find his way back to it.

Made every criticism I’ve ever had of the amnesia trope die a slow and miserable death (also 4th ever fic to make me cry)

Dream clouds, ghost ground (I’ve been looking at the sky to show me where I went wrong) by Ateiluj/ @awildtei

Cass Spear deals with her son’s death, the truths that it reveals, and how it all reshapes her past with Andrew.

One of the most incredible character studies I’ve ever read across any fandom, period

nocturnal animals by animediac/ @jaywalkers

“He was an addict,” Taylor says roughly, turning away to unplug the blender. “He wouldn’t accept help and he didn’t care who he hurt with it by the end.” “He was our brother,” Abby says, sadly. “I know,” Taylor tells her. “That was the worst part." — Memory takes the graveyard shift. Abby Winfield works nights.

Absolutely devastating Abby Winfield backstory that had me curling up into a ball on the floor

Fandom: Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing/ @primtheamazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

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Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

This fic had me saying “just one more chapter” long into the night until I was literally staring down the epilogue at some ungodly morning hour

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Whereat the Two Swore On the Field of Death a Deathless Love by horsecrazy/ @cbk1000

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. But not quite in the way you think. 'The Once and Future King'/Merlin mashup; now with 50% more gay.

One of the most incredible things I’ve ever read in my life, this writer is single-handedly responsible for reviving my Merthur obsession 3 years after it’s mostly died down

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

我拿青春赌明天 / I’ll wager my youth against tomorrow by tombenough_and_continent/ @hunxi-after-hours

The dust of this mortal world cannot fall upon him—he is a strand-dancer, a weaver of time’s tapestry, dispatched by Gusu Lan’s Symphony to climb upwards into the knots and gnarls of alternate timelines and coax them towards the future in which Gusu reigns, benevolent and peaceful and supreme—the future in which Lan Wangji himself is sung into existence. He is here to change the past and deliver the future into being. It would not be wrong to call him fate. (or, This is How You Lose the Time War, but make it wangxian)

Still screaming crying throwing up over this fic cuz nothing gets me quite like a beautifully written mash-up of 2 of my fave pieces of media

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Thank you to all you fic writers out there for getting me through another year. Cheers to a new year of more wonderful writing!

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[lordbeewood]

Half of my super thin plot outline for a tenative fanfic. Not sure if I want to write it or just keep hyperfocusing on early mideval industry and agriculture. Then I get frusterated and end up playing CK3 instead of writing :')

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[vivicts]

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[fairyceridwen]

Momento Mori

📖 Link to Ao3

♥ Fandom: Vinland Saga

♥ Ship: Askeladd/Bjorn/Thorfinn

♥��Rating: E 🔞

♥ 11/? Chapters, ~62,200 words, Updates once every other weekend

♥ Tags: non-conventional A/B/O dynamics, slow burn, angst and humor, age difference, canon-typical violence, eventual nsfw, canon divergence but not entirely, developing relationship, pov alternating, no mpreg or dub-con, berserker shroom usage, other nsfw tags

♥ Summary: Askeladd wishes he had picked less alphas to make up his viking group, Thorfinn wishes he hadn't presented as a stupid omega, and Bjorn just wants to take a fucking nap.

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[corvusalbus93]

Sneak Peek: Dead Man’s Tale

Recently I’ve shared my plans for a new story, an AU in which Askeladd survives and has his own storyline, separate from Thorfinn’s canon one, details here.

Until I start publishing, there will be a few, short sneak peeks, introducing new characters and hopefully get you curious.

Starting with a snippet from early on in the story, giving you an idea as to how Askeladd survived in the first place:

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Horik drew his blade, keeping a little distance from the body. “Let’s make sure this one is down for good.”

A few men looked worried, one turning to the Dubliner. “You think he might still be alive?”

“After what I just saw, I’m not taking any chances. Rhiannon?”

Dagger drawn, as if she feared he would rise again, Rhiannon kneeled beside the fallen Viking. She checked for a pulse and breath, before giving Horik a nod. Loud enough for those around them to hear she said. “He’s dead. Lungs must have filled with blood.”

Horik, put his sword away and nudged Askeladd’s head with his boot. “Good riddance. Let’s get him out with the rest. Give me hand, will you?”

The hall had once again become quite busy, with people either leaving or helping to clean up. Horik wasn’t sure just how many had died here today, and counting was complicated by the fact that the dead weren’t always in one piece. He glanced to the unconscious man he helped carry; this wasn’t someone he wanted to meet on the battlefield.

Somewhere in the crowd he spotted Caradoc and Frodi, bearing one of the less mangled corpses. He only got a short glance, but all limbs seemed attached and the deceased had short, blond hair. So far so good. Horik felt his heart hammering and suppressed a smile. It had been years since he’d felt this kind of excitement; that he got to do something like this in his old age. Now everything depended on whether they could pull off the switch and do it in time. The toga was still soaking up blood, telling him that there wasn’t much left. Hopefully, Rhiannon was up to the task.

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Floki wasn’t having the best day, and he was seething. The king had died under his watch, he had failed to stop Askeladd from slaughtering dozens, almost gotten killed himself, and now Prince Canute was leading the army. Worse, the prince was no longer a pliable boy and seemed little interested in the Jomsviking’s advice. Perhaps looking down at Askeladd’s cold corpse would make him feel better. Why, he’d like to be the one, kicking the bastard into the flames, once the pyres were lit.

The bodies had been divided. Christians didn’t like to cremate the bodies of their dead, so the corpses would be stored by these freezing temperatures, until the ground was soft enough to dig graves in the churchyard. Some of the more important victims would be returned home to be buried amongst family.

The rest however, were to be burned. More convenient this time of year.

He arrived at the cremation site outside York with his retinue, when the sun was already low. Close to the forest the men didn’t need to carry the wood far to build the pyres. The bodies that were to be burned this eve were lined up in the snow, some already with funerary goods beside them.

One elderly man seemed to be overlooking the workers, directing the steady flow of logs. “Where’s the body?” Floki barked at him without so much as a greeting.

The overseer turned around, evidently annoyed, and not the least bit intimidated. Floki remembered him, an envoy from Dublin. And former Viking. “You will have to be more specific, Floki.”

The Jomsviking was not in the mood for his antics. “The traitor, idiot. Where is Askeladd?”

The Irish Viking looked around, until he pointed to a line of bodies just a few steps away. “Ah, there he is.” Admittedly, Askeladd was easy enough to spot, thanks to the toga.

But what Floki saw as he stepped closer made even his stomach turn. The stab wound inflicted by the prince was no longer the only visible wound. It looked as if the body had been speared and stabbed several more times after death, even bludgeoned. Some blunt weapon had completely disfigured the face, the only thing still recognizable being the blond hair, now sticky with blood and bits. “What...what happened to him?”

“You’ve seen what he’s done in the hall. Let’s just say some wanted to vent their feelings after that.”

“You didn’t stop them?” Floki was repulsed; he was no stranger to such acts, but this was excessive.

Horik frowned. “Risk my neck for a dead madman? Not a chance.”

“You kicked him too!” one of the loggers shouted.

The Dubliner shrugged. “Once or twice. What? I was hoping the King would end the threat to Dublin. Now I have to start over with Prince Canute, and he’s probably going to be busy pacifying England. So yeah, I’m pretty pissed.”

Floki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just burn the bodies,” he said wearily. At this point he just wanted this day to be over, but if nothing else there was at least one less problem he needed to worry about.

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[jotaromane]

bouncer! thorkell x fem! reader

this os does not take place in the original universe, but nowadays, precisely in a nightclub, i got this idea when i went to one for halloween lmao, i hope you’ll like this os anyway this os is a little longer than the others because i just had too much fun writing the clubbing part 

tw : unprotected sex ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; one night stand ; in a car

You just couldn't miss that night at your favorite nightclub. Indeed, the owners teased a night “2000s music only” on social media. You and your friend were so impatient to go. You did a before at your place, so you didn’t spend all your salaries by buying drinks. 

-I think you’ve drunk enough for now, you said by grabbing his glass from your friend’s hand. 

-I… i’M nOt DrUnk ! he stuttered. 

-Thorfinn, let’s go, you cut short. I don’t want to miss a single song. Imagine what would happen if we miss Poker Face… 

-You would never forgive me, he smiled. 

Thorfinn was your best friend. You met him at college, where the two of you were too shy to start meeting new people. You were forced to do a presentation together, and you instantly became friends. You discovered student life with him : bars, nightclubs, going on trips… It was reassuring to have him in your life. 

You approached the entry, and lucky for you, you didn’t have to stand in line.  -How’s my makeup ? you asked him. And my outfit ?  -You look gorgeous, as always ; don’t worry. What about me ?  You took his face in your hands so you checked if the glitter on his eyes had moved.  -Perfect, you said. I can’t believe you accepted to wear makeup ! 

You were now at the entry, facing two bouncers. They were very tall, and even if you came at this club often, you've never saw them. One of them was a true giant, blonde haired. His percent eyes met you and Thorfinn.  - Good evening, you said. Can we go inside ? -We’re dressed for the occasion, Thorfinn intervened. 

-Mh, said the second bouncer with no emotion in his voice. You can go. Have fun. 

The club was full, you couldn’t walk without bumping into someone. But the music was just as you expected, and you had a lot of fun with your friend. Due to your proximity, people would obviously thinked that you two were together, so nobody tried to importunate you.  -Stop calling, STOP CALLING ! you sang. 

-I don't wanna think anymore…Thorfinn responded while miming a phone with his hand.

-I GOT MY HEAD AND MY HEART ON THE DANCEFLOOR ! you both screamed more than sang. 

A few hours passed and while clubbing, you ordered so many more drinks, and Thorfinn started to feel sick because of the alcohol. You took him to the toilets, and he threw up while you were holding his long hair into a messy ponytail.  -Gosh, you said. That’s disgusting. What did you eat recently ? Shrimps ? 

-Sorry… he mumbled. Maybe I drank too much…

-The hangover will punish you, don’t worry.

You helped Thorfinn clean his face and you went back to the dancefloor, but the mood was gone. It was nearly 5am and most of the people were gone or too tired to dance. 

-I’m gonna call an Uber, you said as you left the club. 

The fact that there was no music anymore helped you think and manipulate your phone, even if the alcohol made your gestures unprecise.  -He’s on his way, you averted Thorfinn. 

-Okay, thank you, (y/n). It’s always a pleasure to hang out with you. You’re really my best friend. I wonder how my college years would have been without you… 

-Okay, okay, you said softly by patting his back. You’re my best friend too. 

You didn’t notice, but when he heard the words “best friend”, the blonde bouncer locked his attention on you. In fact, he had targeted you from the moment he saw you arriving at the club, but he thought you were with your boyfriend. But he decided to play it cool and pretend he heard nothing.  -Hey, lovebirds, he said to you. Do you guys need help ? 

-You… You’re talking to me ? 

The alcohol in your blood made your heart pulse when your eyes met his. He truly was huge.  -You’re very tall, you said like a curious child. 

He smiled, discovering some large teeth.  -And you’re very drunk, as I can see.

You looked away and saw Thorfinn join you.  -Yeah, you admitted. Maybe we took too many shots inside… 

-How do you and your boyfriend come home ? he asked, knowing the answer. 

-He’s not my boyfriend ! you tried to articulate. 

-For sure, Thorfinn added, nearly proudly. I can’t imagine having to live with her 24/7 ! 

You pretended to slap him.  -You are the unbearable one ! Remember our philosophy : no engagement before our 25 ! After that, if we’re not engaged, we will get married, not before ! 

-Of course, the bouncer said. Due to your age, you must make the most of life while you’re young. 

-Exactly !! you shouted, touching his shoulder. You’re totally right…uh…What’s your name again ? 

The bouncer raised an eyebrow as he felt your contact on him. Your hand was just so tiny on him. You couldn’t even cover one of his pectorals with your palm.  -My name’s Thorkell. 

-Thorkell…you repeated. What an original name. 

The Uber driver arrived at this moment and was stationed in front of the club. You opened the door and Thorfinn literally threw himself in.  -After you…you said ironically. 

-Sorry, (y/n). My feet just hurt so much. All this dancing stuff… 

When you started to sit in the car, Thorkell took your arm and forced you to watch him.  -I told you my name but I don’t know yours, he noted. Would you like to tell me around one last drink ? 

He smirked and you blushed. You never met someone this tall and intimidating. In fact, he was kind of hot. Maybe a little older than you, but who cared ? You looked at Thorfinn, silently asking for his opinion.  -(y/n) ! he sighed. Every FUCKING week ! Go, if you want to. But text me regularly. And you… 

He stepped out of the car and stood up in front of Thorkell.  -If you dare to hurt my friend or make her do things she doesn’t want to…

Thorkell threw him a look that meant “Don’t worry” and “Fuck off” at the same time, you couldn’t interpret it because of the alcohol. But you knew that Thorfinn wasn’t laughing at all. You kissed him on the cheek, and without taking his eyes off Thorkell, he kissed you on the forehead.  -Have a good time, sweetie. If you have any problems, you call me. I’m serious. 

-Sure. I’ll text you. 

The Uber got started and you turned back to Thorkell. He was patiently waiting for you, car keys in his hand.  -Don’t worry, he said. We don’t drink when we’re working. I can drive. 

-Drive to…? 

-Oh, I thought you would have understood that I’ve planned to take you to my apartment.

You were not against the idea, even if you knew nothing about him. One life, you thought.  -I don’t know, you smiled. Are you going to kill me in your basement ? 

-I promise I won’t.

Thorkell’s car was actually as big as his owner. It was an impressive black Range Rover.  -Wow, you whispered. 

-That’s my baby, he said proudly. I worked hard to afford it. So be careful with your heels when you get into it. 

-Sure. 

You sat on the passenger seat, and Thorkell was next to you. He was so close, you could observe him in detail while he drove out of the parking lot. He had some large hands, his nails were cut short and perfectly clean. He wore a black turtleneck pullover that suits his square jaws. His beard was neither too long nor too short.  -Are you staring at me ? he asked. 

-Uh, no, no… you mumbled. 

-Because I did, tonight. I noticed you as soon as you arrived at the club. You and this boy seemed to be very close. 

-Thorfinn is my friend, nothing more. We’re clear about that. 

-Fine, he concluded. 

He drove safely, so you authorized yourself to text Thorfinn instead of watching the road. “In my prey’s car. Everything’s fine. You ?”. As usual, Torfinn responded nearly instantly “Fine. Be careful, this man is truly a giant, he could easily hurt you.” By reading the message, you couldn’t help but think that if Thorkell hurted you - just a little - with these giant hands, you wouldn’t mind. At this thought, your legs started to squeeze. You knew why you were here, and so did he. 

Thorkell made the move for you, and placed his hand on your thigh. You said nothing. He ascended slowly to approach the spot, and your breath became short. You could feel your body preparing itself. All of your body got goosebumps.  -Your skin is so soft, he said with his eyes focused on the road. You know what, fuck off. 

You were concentrating on the contact of your skins, so at first you didn’t realize he had stopped the car in another parking lot. It was deserted.  -I know this place, he assured you. Nobody would disturb us. The windows are tinted. 

-Then what are you waiting for ? you teased him. 

Thorkell looked at you and you could tell he had hunger in his eyes. You thought back at the size of his teeth. God. 

He slipped up your dress so he could take off your pantties. He threw the underwear away and immediately his giant hand covered all of your cunt to caress you.  -Can we kiss ? you asked. I like kissing people.

-As you wish. 

His lips were surprisingly soft. You pushed your tongue into his mouth as he inserted two of his colossal fingers into you, making you gasp while kissing.  -Uhm… Like that, huh ? he growled against your lips. 

You nodded and took his face into your hands to intensify the kiss even more. He slowly caressed your g-spot, knowing exactly where it was. You whimpered and started sweating a little. 

-You hot, sweetie ? Let me undress you. 

Savagly, he pulled the thin straps of your dress to reveal your breasts. His eyes opened wide.  -How beautiful…he whispered. Can I ? he asked with a desperate look. 

-Please. 

Just as you expected, Thorkell wasn’t a gentle man when he had sex, especially in the back of his car. He ran to your nipples, by taking one in his mouth and squeezed the other between his thumb and his index finger. You arched your back to meet his contact more intensely. His other hand was still working on your intimacy. It was so good. You passed your hands through his hair and pulled them gently.  -Don’t be shy, he said against your skin. Pull my hair. 

After a little time, Thorkell raised his head to you, and his golden gaze made you melt on the leather seat. -And now, do you want me to eat you, little brat ? 

His eyebrows raised as he was waiting for your permission. -I… I don’t know ‘cause we danced a lot so I think I sweated and maybe the smell is…

-Let me tell you, lady, that I absolutely don’t give a damn. You want me to make you cum on my mouth or not ? 

You shivered as his words, and nodded by biting your lower lip.  -That’s what I thought, he teased. Put your back against the door so I can properly spread these gorgeous legs. 

His assault on you made you moan loudly. His large tongue circled your clit with appetite, and you tried your best not to scream, as his fingers still worked in you. You could hear him trying to keep his breath calm, but for sure he was so excited to. Your moans turned him on a lot. -Don’t be so loud, he ordered. Take this instead, you brat. 

And without any warning, he inserted his other index finger in your mouth. Immediately you sucked on it, circling it. Your eyes closed and your eyebrows frowned, you could feel your orgasm coming.  -Thorkell, you said. I’m…

-I know, sweetie, he cut you short. I can feel it by your pussy beating on my mouth. Delicious. 

Your orgasm striked you and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs around his head, but he actually seemed to love that. 

You thought you were going to rest a little after that, but you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling.  -I assume that everything in you is huge, Thorkell, you teased. 

-You don’t have an idea, he smirked. Do you want to taste it before I fuck you like the pretty slut that you are ? 

He took off his clothes and you could barely believe it. You’ve never seen someone this big. All of his body was disproportionate : his shoulders, arms, even his legs were enormous. He wasn’t a normal human. And you could tell by the size of his erection, waiting for you. -Take it, if you dare. 

You posed your lips on his tip, took a deep breath, and started to swallow his cock, but you couldn’t take it all. Tears shone into your eyes as you sucked him the best you could. Thorkell sighed loudly. -That’s it, you little bitch, so desperate for my cock, huh ? 

You nodded, still sucking him, your saliva poured out of your mouth. He started moving his hips to make you take all of it, but you gagged loudly.  -Gonna ruin your pretty makeup, he promised while grabbing your neck. My turn to pull your hair, princess. 

He caught them so he could see your concentrated face working on him. His precum filled your mouth deliciously. You moaned on him, eyes closed to appreciate his taste and size.  -Slow down, or I’m gonna come in your mouth, I don’t want to. Nah, you know what, I have a better idea… 

He took your face in his hands so you couldn’t escape his animal gaze. He smiled largely, discovering his teeth.  -Want my cock inside of you, you slut ? 

-Ye…Yes, you gasped. 

-Ask properly for it, he demanded.

Your desire made you tremble, you felt your body so ready to take his length.  -Please, you said. Please, fuck me. 

-I like seeing those pretty eyes begging. Wanna see them while I fuck you. Ride me. 

You placed yourself on the top of him, and he took your breasts into his hands. He teased your nipples with his thumb making tiny circles on them.  -So hard for me, he murmured for himself. Are you ready ? 

-Please, you said desperately. 

He pushed himself into you inches by inches, taking a long sigh from you. You’ve never been filled so full by a man. Thorkell’s size left no space. -Be gentle, please, you asked. At first. 

-Don’t worry, darling, I’ll give you the time to get used to me. 

His movements were slow but deep, and you whimpered without any restraint, holding yourself to his shoulders. Your breasts were bouncing in rhythm. Thorkell thought that he had the most beautiful view in the world. - Now, go faster, you begged. 

-What a needy slut, he smirked. As you wish. 

With one hand, he caught your hair and reversed your head back. With the other, he strangled you so your breath was shorter. His thrusts now pounded you with no mercy.  -Move on it, he demanded. I know you can. 

He took your head back near his, and whispered in your ear. 

-You think I didn’t see you move on that dancefloor, you little brat ?  I know what that ass can do. You were having fun, didn’t you ? 

-Yes, I did. But my legs kind of hurt now, I…

He didn’t wait for your response and grabbed your ass so he could do the job himself. Due to his strength, you couldn’t help but start sobbing with pleasure. He noticed that and licked your tears away.  -I’m not done with you, you slut, so don’t you dare collapse on my cock or anything. I’m going to finish you properly. 

You started feeling weak, taking his cock was so exhausting, but it was also delicious. You managed to hold your explosion a little more. A strange fog covered your eyes. Thorkell saw it and slapped you.  -What did I said ? 

You didn’t answer. Instead, you looked him in the eyes, and they opened wide, as he slowed down.  -What, princess ? he worried. Did I hurt you ? Do you want me to stop ? 

-No, you sighed. Don’t stop, please… But slow down, please… I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna come on your beautiful leather seats. Remember, this car is your baby. 

-You mean you’re gonna squirt ? 

-I… I think so… 

Thorkell’s eyes shone like you just told him he won at the lottery.  -Oh Lord, he mumbled. Would you let me take you to this state ? 

You gathered your last strengths and continued to ride him, as a response. He smiled, and rubbed your clit with his thumb. Only a few seconds later, it was too much for you, and you started to squirt over him, but he didn’t seem to care.  -Come on baby, you’re just too sexy moaning for me ! 

Your legs were shaking in an out of control way. Thorkell immediately slipped out his cock of your body and his seed squirted on your belly. He let go a long growl, as he caressed your face. You kissed him passionately. It was so good.  -Damn, he said, trying to catch his breath. That was an experience. 

-I agree, you murmured in his ear. Thank you for worrying about me. 

-Anything for a lady. 

Thorkell drove fast. You searched your phone at the same time.  -Do you want to rest at mine ? he asked. It’s 6am, your friend is probably asleep. 

-Hum, you responded. Why not. I’ll still text him so he doesn't worry when he wakes up. 

You texted Thorfinn “Prey’s under control. Gonna sleep at his apartment and then he will drive me home.” You focused on Thorkell again. -Did you like it ? you asked. 

-I loved it, baby, he smiled while placing his hand on your thigh. Usually, I don’t see my conquests again, but what if we… 

-Broke the rule ? you completed. I think I’m okay with this, I you’re able to fuck me like that everytime. 

Thorkell squeezed his hand around you, making you gasp.  -You don’t know a thing about what else I could do to please you, darling. 

this was a looong os but i hope you liked it anyway!! btw requests are open! <3

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[thepeculiarauthor]

VINLAND SAGA DRABBLE / A Fire Dies

Series: VINLAND SAGA

Content: mild swearing, some blood, nothing too bad, lots of angst n pain! SPOILERS FOR S1 FINALE EPISODE + Chapter 54~

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Word count: 630~

Summary: the night after Askeladd’s death, Thorfinn makes a choice

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44537635

Enjoy!

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The night was darker than usual, or maybe it was all in my head.

Maybe everything was all in my head.

Staring at my hands, still covered in Askeladd’s dark blood, I sat silently in the dark in the woods. I had ran after the guards escorted me from Askeladd’s corpse. I had ran without looking back. I would deal with it all tomorrow: but not tonight.

Askeladd’s words rang in my head. “You've got to move on... Go further... You are the son of Thors... So venture beyond the world he saw.”

I couldn’t get the words out of my head. They echoed. Screamed. Rang. Pounded in my skull like cries.

What the hell did the old man know?

I had been the one to kill Askeladd--and Canute had taken that from me.

What else was I alive for, now?

I hadn’t seen past my hunger for the old man’s blood. I hadn’t thought I would survive our final duel, really, and it hadn’t mattered. All that had mattered was killing Askeladd.

Now, he was dead.

And I was alone. Truly, utterly, alone.

I couldn’t go home: not like this. I hadn’t won, I hadn’t avenged Father, I hadn’t done a single thing to grant the privilege of returning home.

I can’t stay here.

The memories flooded me. They wouldn’t leave. They never left.

But now, the image of Askeladd collapsing and bleeding out joined the dark memories, too.

I can’t stay here.

Tears burning my eyes, I clutched my head. Where would I go? Where would a stray dog like me go? What life could I have? I knew nothing but the blade. I knew nothing except the very thing my father had tried to keep me from.

I was a monster, a demon far worse than even Askeladd. Was that why I was so empty inside? Was this what it felt to be a beast?

I stared up through the treetops as they whistled in the cool wind. The stars shone down at me, mocking me. I took a weak breath. I couldn’t stay here, and I couldn’t go home, so what then?

Venture beyond the world he saw.

Did I want to see the world?

It was disgusting. Vile. Wicked.

But if I did not venture, what else would I miss?

If I ventured far enough, would I change--would I understand what my father had meant? Could I become a different man, one he would be proud of? Did it all truly have to end here?

Tears ran down my face, and I collapsed back into the dirt, pounding my fists against the ground, but no sound escaped me. Sobs racked my body, but I didn’t make a noise. I was accustomed to crying without making any commotion since I was a child. Askeladd had always told me to shut up if he heard me crying at night, or threw something at me till I calmed down.

Only, Askeladd was not here to throw a dagger at my head to shut me up.

And Thors was not here to hold me, like a father ought.

The tears rolled. A sob choked me, and a haggard cry escaped my throat. I hit the dirt again and again, busting my knuckles open on the rocks and tree roots. I cried, sobbed, screamed--I didn’t care if anyone found me or tried to stop me.

I cried, and I didn’t even know what I wept for. Maybe I wept for everything. Maybe I wept for nothing.

But when my tears subsided, the moon and stars still hung overhead. The world still waited for me to make my choice.

So, I did.

I stood, covered in dirt, leaves, and blood, and faced the world again.

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If you liked Vinland Saga, you should give my novels a look. I write very similar stuff.: lOTSSSS of angst, pain, bro/dad bonds, chaos, fantasy-esque settings, and more. Thank you! https://www.amazon.com/Angela-R-Watts/e/B07F97JNMY

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[gabichanwrites]

I just realized that I do have Tumblr so why not share my little passion project that single-handedly carried me though exam session, my little baby that grew well over what it was supposed to - man, I haven't been that inspired in actual years now.

If you like Askeladd and Vinland Saga, you'll hopefully like this. If you do not know Vinland Saga, I invite you to try and watch it - it's not everyone's cup of tea but once it is you fall DEEP.

"He raises his hand and sets the skies ablaze with arrows - but even his strongest, furious flames can never burn the ideal image of king Artorius, the valiant sacrifice of the grandest man Askeladd will probably ever know.

True warrior dies standing, unaffected by Askeladd's depravity and fire.

Thors' kid screams his anguish and Askeladd mourns among the ashes."

OR

Askeladd hates the fire and yet can't help but burn until the day he dies.

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[quidellfanfics]

Snippet from chapter 2 of my Vinland Saga OC fanfic 'Sword and Spice':

“Um, Miss, is there something wrong?” asked one of the villagers, eyeing his empty bowl while my ladle full of stew hovered in limbo over his bowl. Ignoring the query, I was entranced by the spectacle unfolding before me: Ari's face transformed into a kaleidoscope of delight, joy, and sheer wonder, his cheeks flushed with excitement and eyes glistening with tears of culinary revelation.

"It's a flavor explosion!" Ari exclaimed, diving headfirst into his meal with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store. My heart swelled with pride as I witnessed his unabashed delight.

With Ari leading the charge, his comrades marched in lockstep, each succumbing to the rapturous ecstasy of flavor. Heads tilted skyward, they reveled in the gastronomic symphony unfolding upon their palates, each bite a revelation akin to discovering the Holy Grail of cuisine. It was as if they had stumbled upon the elixir of life itself, leaving them with a newfound zeal for the culinary arts and a lifetime of tales to regale future generations.

Or so I liked to imagine as they gushed over my dish with fervor that made me happier than ever.

#vinland saga #askeladd #thorfinn #fanfiction #fanfic #askeladdxoc #vinland anime #vinland manga