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mommy-mystic · 1 year ago

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✨️2023 Bookish Questions! 📚🌟

📚 27 BOOK TAG QUESTIONS! 📖

❤️‍🔥All-Time Favorites & 2023 Mid-Year Tag!❤️‍🔥

I’m so excited to have found these lovely bookish questions. This year I've been reading more than I've ever read before and I'm really enjoying how wide the world is seeming to open up with every book I crack open!

Some of these questions are evergreen and some of them are geared more towards the books you've read so far this year! Feel free to answer them HOWEVER you see fit! (I'll leave the questions in a comment on this post!) Hopefully, they help you to learn a little bit about me as a reader and inspire you to pick up a new book this year!

1. Hardback or Paperback 📖

Paperback! 100%. Paperback books are the most comfortable to hold and read, the easiest to borrow or lend to a friend, the lightest to carry around/travel with AND the cheapest! Plus, you can bend and crack your own paperback copies to hell and back and who is going to stop you? However, I will say that the handful of paperbacks I've borrowed from the library this year have just made me SO NERVOUS. I just feel like they're so delicate and that I can crack them as wide as I would do to my own copies bc I'm just afraid they'll like look worn when I return them? Lol. In that circumstance, sometimes borrowing a hardcover is best!

2. Favorite Book You've Read This Year? 📚

Wow, it's got to be a tie between The Thorns Remain by JJA Harwood, Cackle by Rachel Harrison, Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno Garcia, AND of course, The Bone Orchard by Sara A. Mueller.

3. Least Favorite Book You Read This Year? 😔

I reread the Twilight Saga this year - they help me cope, I guess? So I have got to say Eclipse and Breaking Dawn are so insanely whack. Why have I done this to myself so many times?

4. Love Triangles: Yes or No? 👎

No. I mean, why? I understand having some resentment or jealousy or self-consciousness between a character and their partner's ex but... as a plot device? No thanks!

5. The most recent book you just couldn’t finish? 😢

:( I couldn't finish Unnatural Magic by CM Waggoner. I'm a bit put off by the troll/human romance brewing right now and the character POV switching is not my cup of tea but I might still decide to pick it up at another time.

6. A book you’re currently reading? 📖

I'm currently reading The Weaver and The Witch Queen by Genevieve Gornichec! I just picked up this new release at a local bookstore in Edwards CO and it's already so exciting, magical, and just alluring! Set in 10th century Norway, I think - against the backdrop of these viking-raiders/communities and these 3 women trying to make lives for themselves/protect one another... I'm really intrigued.

7. The last book you recommended to someone? 👩‍🍼

I'm a mom so I like to recommend parenting books to my other mom friends! I've given away a copy of The Danish Way of Parenting and suggested Balanced and Barefoot to another friend! Someone recommended I read Bringing Up Bébé and I LOVED IT & it will now forever be among my new mom recommendations.

8. Oldest book you’ve read by publication date? ☠️

Surely, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Pride and Prejudice, then Persuasion by Jane Austen are some of the next oldest and then The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde would be among the most RECENT of the oldest published books I've read - that I can remember!

9. What is the newest book you’ve read by publication date? 🌟

The Thorns Remain by JJA Harwood (published Jan 2023, read in May 2023) A Novel Proposal by Denise Hunter (published Feb 2023, read in July 2023) and currently The Weaver & the Witch Queen by Genevieve Gornichec (published July 2023, reading now in August 2023)!

10. Favorite author? 🩷

The writing of Silvia Moreno-Garcia has absolutely captivated me this year... I think I may end up picking up a 3rd book by her soon!

11. Buying books or borrowing books? 📚

I CANNOT afford to be buying many books! Lol. I have loved visiting my local libraries, listening to free audiobooks on the Libby app, and borrowing books from my family members! It rocks having your own copies sometimes (especially of kids books for my daughter), but truly, I don't love the clutter, the price tag, or feeling guilty about spending money on a book I didn't end up loving!

12. A book that you dislike that everyone else seems to love? 🫣

Everyone bought I'm Glad My Mom Died (even my husband) and no shade to anyone for their fascination with wanting to read it and learn more about the dark topics explored in that book, but I knew it wasn't for me. I've read tons of celebrity/comedian memoirs in the past and I am very turned off to them now! I may be hypersensitive to intense subject matter that's so realistic... However, I tend to find very niche books in this category interesting. I loved On Her Knees by Brenda Marie Davies, for instance! Not nearly as popular, but much more relatable and resonates more with me personally. I was prepared mentally/emotionally for this book and I felt really connected to the author instead of just voyeuristically consuming her deeply personal stories... if that makes sense!

13. Bookmarks or dog ears? 👀

Tell me why I never have enough bookmarks! I need to make more on my cricut! But usually bookmarks. Although I will dog-ear my personal paperback copies about 25% of the time!

14. A book you can always re-read? ❤️‍🔥

Pride & Prejudice!

15. Can you read while hearing music? 🎶

NO! I love silence ... a little white noise maybe! Quiet is hard to come by as a WFH toddler parent but when there is silence, you just RELISH in it! I think that's one of the reasons I took up reading this year, because it's such a quiet, soothing activity!

16. One or multiple POVs? 🤼‍♂️

I prefer a single POV! But I'm okay with 2 MAXIMUM, as long as the characters know each other from the first several chapters and aren't completely separate with dual storylines!

17. Do you read a book in one sitting or over multiple days? 🪑

Multiple days! Absolutely! Maybe even a week or two. At most a month! (although it can take me a year to complete some nonfiction books bc I tend to read them in little doses!)

18. A book you’ve read because of the cover? 🫧

I'd bought The Thorns Remain by JJA Harwood because of the cover! It honestly rocked! Same with Cackle by Rachel Harrison. ANOTHER ONE THAT ROCKED! I was in a very witchy mood this spring! It paid off!

19. Biggest disappointment? 🤮

😞 Small Town, Big Magic. Listened to this on audiobook. It was sold as this Gilmore Girls-esque witchy fantasy but the conflict was so weird to me! I was disconnected from the main character bc as a 30-something y.o. she had seriously never pursued ANY romantic interest at all prior to the story. I would have loved if it revolved more around her bookstore she ran but I discovered that books where the entire town is MAGICAL/a community of witches is not as my speed as maybe 2-3 characters encountering magic on the DL. I also felt this way about From Bad to Cursed by Lana Harper, though that was one was written exceptionally well.

20. Biggest surprise? ✨️

I just finished the Midnight Library after shying away from it for the last couple of years. After reading some mixed/less-than-stellar reviews, I had no idea if it would be for me... after the first couple pages I'd thought the book was going to be too sad/traumatic for me to be okay with BUT I ENDED UP REALLY LOVING IT! I loved the concept, the philosophy intertwined in it, and the ending!

I also loved the audiobook for The Diamond Eye by Kate Quinn! I had no idea how wonderful it would be! Historical fiction about Lyudmila Pavlichenko, the female Soviet sniper who killed 309 nazis in WW2. It was so riveting and just... amazing. 👏

21. Favorite new author. (Debut or new to you)? ✍️

Sara A Mueller - her debut with The Bone Orchard was mind-bending and incredible.

Also just read my first Taylor Jenkins-Reid novel - After I Do, & I ended up really loving it! I was really rooting for the main characters and which I wasn't expecting!

22. What is your newest fictional crush? 🌶

I was a little bit in love with the Fae Lord in The Thorns Remain.... especially as he is gaining these flickers of humanity throughout the story... I almost believed that the main character was going to take him up on his offer to join his fae world in exchange for the safe return of her friends. However, the ending was MUCH better than that! I just appreciated how alluring and powerful this character was portrayed as. If this WERE a romance, it would have been incredibly toxic, but as my own little fantasy crush? WHY NOT?! I'd love to read about more characters with this vibe.

23. What is your newest favorite character? ❤️‍🔥

Charm from The Bone Orchard. She was so strong, so powerful, and the way she was able to DIVIDE her personalities and memories among these scientifically lab-grown ladies in order to cope with her reality was insane. She was like a queen. A steampunk queen. Always rocking the sexiest Victorian gowns and brightly candy-colored hair. I'm obsessed with her!

24. A book that made you cry? 😭

I was sobbing uncontrollably near the end of Beach Read by Emily Henry. (SPOILER: It was when she found the letters from her dad.) I didn't imagine a fun little summer romance would move me so much with that part of the plot. It hit me in the feels as a parent & a daughter myself, I think!

25. A book that made you happy? 🥰

After I Do by Taylor Jenkins-Reid ACTUALLY surprised me with its happy ending. It made me feel hopeful about marriage/long-term relationships and it's so hard to find stories that are honest about that! It is so easy to find books about failed marriages, and NEW love, right?! But what about those 10+ year-long relationships! I haven't been in one myself, but I aspire to it, and it was sweet to find a story that explored that!

26. What is the most beautiful book you've bought this year (or received)? 🌄

The most beautiful book this year, I actually borrowed from the library! It was Midnight at the Tuscany Hotel by James Markert! The cover was gorgeous, but it was also so vivid and beautiful with scenes depicting a past timeline in 1880s Italy and 1940s California coast. It was DREAMY.

27. What books do you need to read by the end of the year? 📚

By the end of this year, I would love to finish my current read The Weaver & The Witch Queen. (That will put me at 30 books for the year - meeting my Goodreads goal!) But ideally, I think I would also like to read Jane Eyre for the first time, reread Pride & Prejudice, purchase few books about motherhood/second babies (my new kid is due in November!), and I am finally emotionally ready to finished SELLOUT - the nonfiction about early 2000s rock bands my husband bought me in 2021.

THAT'S IT!

Thanks so much for bearing with my rambling little bookish blog. It has been such a wild/good year.

I'm really looking forward to doing one of these tags with my husband soon to kind of touch base about what we've both been reading/enjoying and YEAH! I hope to keep reading your book tags and bookish blogs as well!

These particular questions were inspired by DiniPandaReads and the classic #midyearbooktag! Thank you so much!

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kultofathena · 1 year ago

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Markland Merchants – Vikingr (Raider) – Type L Fighting Axe

This hafted version of the Markland Merchants Raider Axe is a robust, real axe meant for serious reenactors and enthusiasts and was designed by a Viking reenactor who wished to make a higher quality and more accurate Viking axe available. It is crafted to a higher level of quality than many other axes with attention paid to fit and finish, such as the fitting of the axe to the stained Hickory haft being tailored to each haft by using the historical techniques of clamping and bending the points of the axehead into the wood to make it very closely fitted to the haft and highly resistant to movement. The fitting of the axe socket is futher enhanced by a sheet of malleable copper to form-fit the interior of the axe socket to the haft which is a fine bit of practical detailing that is historically accurate, but rarely executed with modern replicas. Please Note: we recommend using Butchers block wax to re-seal and moisturize the handles to keep them from drying out and shrinking over time. Replacement hafts will be made available in the near future.

“Vikings” is the modern name given to seafaring people originally from Scandinavia (present-day Denmark, Norway, and Sweden), who from the late 8th to the late 11th centuries raided, traded, and settled throughout parts of Europe. Our Petersen Type L fighting axe, which we have called the Vikingr, is one that any Viking warrior of the time would have been proud to carry and is based on the dimensions and weights of historical examples. The head weighs approximately 1lb, and when mounted on a haft of the right length – it becomes a very quick and balanced weapon that is an absolute joy to wield. If you close your eyes, you can almost hear the sails rippling in the wind, feel the salt spray on your face, and taste the sea air seasoned with a slight hint of burning thatch.

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jplupine · 1 year ago

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⛓In the Wolf's Den: Chapter 11⛓

Pairing: The Weeping Monk x Devin [Nonbinary Fey OC] Word Count: ~6.5k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Feral Behavior, Little Spot of Fluff, Size Difference, Hair Pulling, Marking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Outdoor Sex, Religion Kink/Bastardized Scripture, Scratching, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Tensions rise, and the monk is a blasphemer!

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 11:

"It's been decided." Arthur said as I walked with him through the camp.

"And the decision is....?" I rose a brow.

"Lancelot can come with us. Between your words and his actions I've seen....you were right." Arthur sighed before waving his hand. "He is different. He knows the Fey are wary of him, so he gives them space. He helps when asked, hasn't done anything troublesome, and he does indeed seem very important to Squirrel. Lancelot has even kept the boy from getting into mischief with the raiders."

"For now." I chuckled. "He's a rather sneaky one."

"You're more than welcome to join us, Devin. We're awaiting one last group of Fey before we sail out, so you have the time to think it over."

"I have a cave to get back to."

"If you change your mind, just let me know. There's no telling how much longer your home will be safe. The Red Paladins are still sweeping through Fey villages even with Father Carden gone. Albeit, not as quickly as when Lancelot was with them."

"Thank you for your offer. I will....take it into consideration." I nodded while thinking of my words carefully. I knew he had a point, but it was a serious decision to make to leave my home and everything else behind to go somewhere I knew nothing about. "Would you like to tell Lancelot he can go with or shall I?"

"You can tell him. Honestly," Arthur chuckled. "I'm still not used to his behavior. His face goes blank anytime I talk to him. And those eyes- It's as if he can see right through me." I couldn't help but laugh.

"He's a very observant one. Lancelot doesn't like making people uncomfortable, and he can tell when they are, but he also has terrible people skills."

"Does he now?"

"Believe me, he was as stiff as a scarecrow when we sold pelts in a market. The ladies just adored him, and he hadn't the faintest what to do." I waved my hand while laughing, and Arthur seemed amused.

"The ladies, you say?"

"He is a handsome man. It's not uncommon for the more human-looking Fey to be considered beautiful among the man-bloods."

"Is that why you were touching his rear?" Arthur teased, and I felt myself blush.

"I was incredibly drunk at the time."

"Is that what happens when you drink too much? You spank the handsome men?"

"I will admit that I do get a bit....'flirtatious' the more I drink." Arthur laughed at my response.

"It was rather amusing watching Lancelot struggle with you. I don't think I've ever seen someone's face get so red. He looked close to becoming a torch himself."

"Ah, yes, he does blush quite easily. He had a rather conservative upbringing. Dare he see an ankle." I joked while waving my hand.

"You tease him about that, don't you?"

"From time to time. It's amusing to make that usually stoic face crumble."

"I'll remember that. Maybe I can get into his good graces enough to not die for jesting with him." Arthur chuckled while grinning.

"I do recommend it. He's quite the interesting character underneath it all."

"Well, I must be going now. If you need anything, please, don't be afraid to come find me." Arthur's attention went to a Viking waving him over.

"Of course." I gave a small nod. Watching the man walk away, I sighed through my nose. So Lancelot was leaving with Squirrel. At least now I knew Arthur would watch out for them.

I understood what Squirrel meant by wanting people other than himself to like Lancelot. The Ash Man needed good people in his life.

"They're waiting on another group of refugees to arrive before they sail out, so you won't be leaving just yet." I explained while brushing out Lancelot's hair. It had grown longer now, and his cross was mostly hidden even when his hair was down, however, he still chose to have it braided. "Would you like for me to cut your hair before you go? Or are you intentionally letting it get this long?"

"Is it bad?"

"No, I'm simply wondering. I know you don't follow the hair customs of the paladins, so I wasn't sure what you preferred."

"I....like it as it is."

"You do realize you will have to learn to braid your own hair soon, right?"

"Yes." Lancelot replied after a quiet pause. Setting the brush to the side, I separated three parts on the top of his head to start the braid.

"Good, 'cause I won't do it." Squirrel piped up while sitting a few feet away as he was polishing his sword. I chuckled while Lancelot scoffed. Glancing over the Ash Man's shoulder, I saw his palms flat against his thighs.

I was glad he was more relaxed while I braided his hair now. It was certainly an improvement from clutching his trousers as if his life depended on it. However, I still couldn't help but worry.

Would he be okay among the Fey?

His transition back into the Fey community would not be an easy one even with Squirrel and Arthur's help. I didn't say anything about it, though. I knew keeping how I truly felt to myself would help in letting him and Squirrel go because if I were to truly voice my concerns, I'd have to face the true depth of my feelings.

When I was a little more than halfway done with Lancelot's hair, Odhran approached. He seemed to hesitate when he saw Lancelot's face, then spoke in a quiet tone.

"I think he's fallen asleep. Did he not rest well?"

"My eyes are simply closed, Wolf." Lancelot replied.

"....Ah. You just seemed so peaceful I had assumed you mustn't be awake." Odhran rested his hands on his hips. "Anyhow, do you plan to head home when the ships leave?" His question was directed at me.

"I do. I'd like to see these two off."

"If you'd like, I can stay until then as well. So you needn't travel home alone."

"That's rather kind of you, Odhran. But isn't your family expecting you back sooner?"

"They'll understand my late arrival when they hear of who I ran into." He chuckled.

"Are you joining us today in training again?" Squirrel asked, and Odhran looked at the boy.

"I will if you'll allow it."

"I'll allow it." Squirrel had a glint in his eye as if he were up to something. I was suspicious now as I tied the strip of leather around the end of Lancelot's braid.

Squirrel was laughing and pointing at Odhran since he'd managed to trip the man to make him fall face-first into the snow. Squirrel had pulled a move he'd no doubt picked up from Lancelot, catching the Wolf off guard. Lancelot had to turn his head away to hide his smirk, but I knew he was amused by Odhran getting a mouthful of snow.

"And when did you teach him that?" I rose my eyebrows at Lancelot since we were sitting to the side to watch Squirrel and Odhran spar at the boy's behest.

"You'd gone hunting. I told him to use it when his enemy has the upper hand."

"Well, he did." I found myself smiling as Odhran pushed himself up and shook out his fur. I knew I shouldn't encourage such behavior from Squirrel, but I couldn't help but find humor in the small Sky Folk child making a fool of the large Wolf Man. "He's going to become quite the knight."

"I hope so." Lancelot muttered.

"With you teaching him, it's a certainty." I said, and the Ash Man looked at me.

"You truly think so?"

"You're a formidable warrior, Lancelot. Not to mention, he did just down Odhran."

"Now, where did you learn that?" Odhran questioned while turning to look at Squirrel.

"Lancelot." The boy looked proud of himself as he stood taller.

"That explains it."

Refilling my waterskin in a bucket of water fetched from the river a few miles from here, I was lost in thought. Air bubbled in the bucket, and all I could think about was how I soon would have to say goodbye to Lancelot and Squirrel. My time with them was waning, and it was weighing on me.

Suddenly, something hit the back of my head before collapsing on impact. Snow fell over my shoulders, and I looked back to see Squirrel grinning at me.

"I assume that was you." I rose a brow, and the boy pointed to the side at Lancelot. However, the Ash Man stood with his back facing my way as he was talking to Arthur, so I knew it hadn't been him. Corking my waterskin, I set it down before scooping up snow into my hand. Squirrel thought I was about to throw the snowball at Lancelot until he realized I was aiming at him.

"Oh, shit." He turned to run, but I got him square between his shoulder blades. "This means war!" Lancelot looked over when the boy hollered to check on him only to see the snowball fight that had ensued.

Squirrel threw more snow at me that I barely managed to dodge. Quickly getting snow into my hand, I launched it at the boy, hitting him in the chest this time. A few of the Vikings got caught in the crossfire while Squirrel and I ran around laughing and throwing snow.

I hoped he could have more happy moments like this where he was going. He'd have other children to play with around his age then, and maybe he could worry less about the war between the church and the Fey.

"I'm fast," Squirrel was panting with his hands on his knees. "but I forgot how fast you are."

"Do you surrender, Knight Percival?" I questioned while using his title.

"Never."

"So be it." Scooping up two handfuls of snow, I dropped it right over his head. I laughed as he shook off the powdery ice and pat down his clothes.

"You're both a mess." Odhran chuckled as he walked up to me. "Snowball fight?"

"Yes. And I won." I crossed my arms.

"For now." Squirrel brushed the snow from his hair with his fingers.

"Sorry I missed such a battle." The Wolf Man softly laughed as he patted snow off of my shoulder. "Perhaps I can join next time?"

"Maybe." I shrugged, and Odhran stepped in front of me.

"It looks like the boy managed to get you in return well enough." He was brushing more snow from my hair before his fingers went through my mane. He was doing it again- Touching me more than necessary.

Odhran said many times how he'd like to be friends again, but as Lancelot had said, he was obviously interested in more. The look in his eyes said it, his scent, and the way his touches lingered under the guise of innocence. I still didn't know which would be better for me, though- make clear boundaries....or let it happen?

He did love me, there was no denying that even after all this time. He would definitely care for me....and he'd be my way back home. I could see my parents and my siblings. Cara would be having her first litter next year, too. I could be a part of my family again if I went with Odhran.

Lancelot had been right about that bit as well. Not accepting Odhran before was one of my greatest regrets because of what I had lost. I clung to my past so much that I continued to live just beyond the village this entire time.

Odhran's hand left my hair. Not because he had removed it, but because Lancelot had grabbed the Wolf Man's wrist. Odhran and I both looked shocked while Lancelot's expression was firm and set into a frown. He was looking Odhran dead in the eye as he spoke.

"Stop touching Devin." It wasn't a suggestion but an order.

"It's okay, Lancelot. I'm just helping Devin get the snow off."

"No, you're not. You reek of interest, and Devin clearly does not. Putting your scent all over them will not change that." His voice was low so that only Odhran and I could hear him, but there was a defined warning edge in his tone.

Tension sparked between the two like flint over a pile of kindling. I was shocked Lancelot had intervened, even more so by the fact that he physically pulled Odhran's hand off of me. The two were staring at each other, and I had no clue what to do.

"I understand your upbringing was rather reserved when it came to affection and touching, Lancelot. However, that is not the case among Wolf Folk."

"I'm well aware."

"Then why do you insist there's more to this than there is?"

"Because I can smell it." Lancelot clenched his jaw. "And yet you refuse to accept the fact that you cannot smell it on Devin."

"I think you should stay out of matters that are of no concern to you." Odhran jerked his wrist out of Lancelot's hold. The Ash Man then stepped in front of me in a protective manner. What had gotten into him?

I knew he didn't like Odhran, and we'd had that conversation about the Wolf, but at no point did I suspect he would actually step into the middle of things. I was speechless and unable to think of anything to say.

"And I think you should learn when to give up."

"Mind your tongue, monk-"

"You have no authority over me. Don't speak as such." Lancelot snapped, and Odhran's hackles raised. "Oh, have I angered you, Wolf? Or are you angry because you've realized you will never have what you so desire?"

"Are you so certain it's me that won't have what's desired, monk? I think I know why you trail after Devin as if you're an obedient dog." Odhran lowly growled, and Lancelot tensed. His hands balled into tight fists at his sides as his knuckles turned white.

The two looked so close to fighting, and Odhran was already growling with his hackles up. The Wolf wasn't going to just walk away from this. Lancelot had said aloud the very thing neither Odhran nor I acknowledged. He still wanted me, but I still did not want him.

Odhran was a kind man and pleasing to the eyes, however, that spark simply wasn't there, and it never was. I looked at him and could see nothing more than my best friend. Even so, because I knew he was a good man, I found myself uncertain of what to do.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, to de-escalate this situation. Squirrel wasn't too far away, seeing everything even if he couldn't hear it all. I didn't want this to get worse with him watching. However, before I could speak, there was a rumbling growl. Low and like an oncoming storm, and it wasn't coming from Odhran.

It was coming from Lancelot.

He was growling as if he were a beast, sounding like a warning telling Odhran to back off. The sound had made my ears perk to attention as my fur stood on end. This was getting dangerous.

"I'm sorry, excuse us." I quickly said while grabbing Lancelot's arm before dragging him away from the Wolf Man. I had to put effort into pulling Lancelot into the woods with me, but I needed to separate those two before they were physically jumping at each others' throats.

Spinning on my toes, I finally faced the Ash Man. His eyes glinted in the fading light as his breath came in thick puffs of white. I hadn't even known he could growl, and by now, he had stopped.

"What has gotten into you?"

"You're blaming me?"

"You started it."

"I started it?!" Lancelot's tone made my heart race faster. He was truly pissed. "He knows you don't want him, and yet he keeps trying and trying, and you never stop him. You just take it. He knows you will. He knows he's your way back to your family. This is exactly what I was talking about."

"What do you expect me to do, Lancelot?!" I rose my voice while throwing my hands into the air. "Live my life alone in that damn cave until my dying breath?! I am not meant to be alone! The longer I'm in that cave, the more I break!"

"You don't have to stay there!"

"Where else do you expect me to go?! I'm Fey! Wolf Folk, no less! I can't just live anywhere I damn well please! The Red Paladins and those loyal to the church would have my head as soon as they got the chance!"

"You have other options than him!" Lancelot waved his hand in the direction of the camp, his cloak flying back from the movement. "He's the son of the village's leader. He is expected to produce an heir. Is that what you want? To carry the child of a man you don't love? Sorry, I forgot, Wolf Folk have litters. Could you give birth to his children?" His questions and his rage made me feel as if I'd been slapped.

"Lancelot-"

"Answer me! If this is the path you choose, this will be what comes with it. Joining with him will not be enough. You would have to submit to him." His jaw clenched as if he didn't even want to say it.

"You know as well as I the heat makes me not care who fucks me." My voice was cold, and I saw the rage swirl with something else in his eyes. The way he breathed was as if he were on the edge of snapping, and he took a deep, shaky breath.

"Is that what you plan to do? Use the haze of your heat to make yourself accept him? And what then after it has passed? Pray that you crave his touch instead of loathe yourself? You also know from experience the self-hatred that follows." His voice was close to a growl as he looked me in the eye.

"Odhran is no Weeping Monk." He spun on his heel to take a few steps away from me. His shoulders were tense as his hands opened and closed into tight fists repeatedly, and it began to snow. "Why do you even care what happens to me? Once you're gone, you'll never see me again!" I rose my voice once more, suffocating on the scent of his anger as specks of white danced toward the ground. "What gives you the right to be so angry?! What gives you the right to interfere?!" He was utterly silent, not even looking at me while keeping his back turned. "Tell me!" I now had my fangs bared. "You even growled at him! Why?!"

"You want to know why?" Lancelot's voice was low and dangerous as he looked over his shoulder at me. His gaze was burning as he slowly turned and stepped toward me. "I smell him on you, and I am filled with an anger that burns. I see him touching you, and I have the urge to knock his fucking teeth out." Lancelot's cursing took me by surprise. "I'm listening to my instincts, Devin. But they've been telling me awful things ever since he arrived. Be glad the worst I've done was growl."

My eyes went wide as I processed his words. Was he saying what I thought he was?

"Every time I smell his God damned arousal, my mind swarms- a cacophony I cannot silence because what is making him smell that way is you. And it pisses me off that you won't deny him the way you want to."

"What do you know of what I want?"

"I know your scent, Devin. And I know what I smelled before." Lancelot was looking down at me as clouds of his breath came out from under his hood. Low rumbling emitted from deep within the Ash Man's chest. He was growling again, but it wasn't as aggressive as before.

He took a few steps closer, his boots crunching against the freshly fallen snow. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders only to melt into the cloak as he loomed over me. A shiver went up my spine when he leaned down and brought his face closer. Lancelot inhaled through his nose, and my ears turned back.

"That scent. I noticed that no matter the situation, no matter the closeness or touch, you didn't give off this scent with others. All I've done is growl....and you're getting wet." His voice had dropped to a husky whisper as his nose brushed against my jaw. "I am haunted by you, as you are haunted by me. But there is more to it now, isn't there?"

I swallowed while averting my gaze, feeling the fire igniting between my thighs. I knew I should be ashamed to find his growling so arousing, but by the gods, it was too fucking erotic. The sound of it woke something primal within me.

"You once said you thought you knew what my true self was like. This is what you meant, was it not? The side of me that I suppress thinking it's the voice of a demon. Do you know what that voice tells me when we are close?"

"I don't." My voice came out barely over a whisper while his lips ghosted over the side of my neck as he was still relishing in my scent.

"It tells me....that you are mine." His breath was hot against my skin. "Is it true? If I were to speak my desires, would you have me?"

"What desires?"

"I want your heart. I want your touch. I want you. I've felt so much shame for all the mornings I awoke, hard, because of you. Felt shame for touching myself to the thought of you." His words made me remember the many mornings I'd wake up, and he be gone. Was that why? "But you kept telling me my urges were natural. Natural, perhaps, but very particular because not even the pretty ladies of the market would make me feel this way. Forgive me, Devin, for I have sinned. As for my final confession....I have deceived you. I accept my cloak back from you at night so that I may have something of mine covered in your scent, not because I am cold."

"Gods...." I swallowed. "Lancelot, I can't."

"Why not?"

"You're a monk. I had to blindfold you before just to help you not get frostbite."

"Remember? I am a very bad monk. And I've only gotten worse." Gods, was he intentionally making his voice sound so seductive? "Just tell me, Devin. Are you mine....or not?" It was then that I realized he was clutching his trousers to keep himself from touching me until I said it was okay.

"I am yours." My back suddenly hit a tree as his hips pressed against mine. Fingers tangled into my hair to pull my head back before hungry lips were on mine. Lancelot grabbed the back of my thigh with his other hand, pulling to make me spread my legs. He stood even closer, grinding against me as his tongue slid into my mouth.

Well, he certainly hadn't forgotten what he'd learned during my heat.

Feeling his hard cock rub against me made my breath falter as his hand not in my hair began to wander. I held his face in my hands as I melted into his touch. My ears twitched when I heard him fumbling with his swordbelt. Pulling away, I looked down just as it was coming off.

"Lancelot, it's snowing."

"So?"

"You'll freeze out here."

"Keep me warm, then." He dropped his head to kiss my neck, making me hum in delight when he sucked on a certain spot. His fingers hooked behind the front of my trousers, pulling on them as his tongue curled over my throat and licked up to my jaw.

Lancelot nearly ripped my trousers from his eagerness and let them pool around my paws. His fingers danced across my skin, slowly making their way between my thighs. A growl rumbled in his chest when he finally felt how wet I was.

"When were you going to tell me you could growl?"

"Recent discovery."

"Gods, just how much of your Fey nature has been suppressed?"

"I'd ask if you truly enjoy it that much, but I can smell you do. And feel it." He emphasized his words by shoving two fingers into my pussy. My thighs tensed as I moaned, but Lancelot standing between my legs kept them spread. "Stay with me. You won't be alone, I swear it." I didn't even think twice before answering.

"Yes." My response was breathy before I moaned again from him pumping his fingers.

"So warm." He muttered against my neck before licking, his saliva leaving a temporary chill that made a shiver go up my spine. I remembered his touch so well, and yet he still put my memory to shame. His fingers curled, making my hips buck.

Reaching down, I slid my hand into his trousers, feeling the heat of his skin against my palm. My fingers went through a patch of hair before I found the base of his cock. Being mindful of my claws, I began to stroke along his length. Lancelot groaned, rocking his hips into my touch as his fingers continued to ready me for him.

I eventually just shoved his trousers down far enough to free his cock, and he hissed from the cold air suddenly hitting his sensitive skin. My breath shook when he pulled his fingers free to grab my thigh again and hoist it onto his hip. I only had one paw on the ground while leaning against the tree as I placed one arm on his shoulder.

I led his cock to my entrance, and as soon as the head was coated in slick, he pushed his hips forward. His grip in my hair and on my thigh tightened as he bucked the rest of the way in, making both of us moan at the same time. Lancelot stayed buried inside of me for a moment as he simply held onto me and breathed.

"'The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul'!" Lancelot muttered and pulled out partway to snap his hips into me. I moaned, being so absolutely filled as the Ash Man bastardized his scripture. "'For thy loving-kindness is better than life: my lips shall praise thee.'" His voice was so low and near my ear, and I felt my face flush a deep crimson.

Lancelot had been so prickly about following the ways and customs of Christianity, yet I was certain he was committing quite the sin now using the words of his holy book to praise me. Why did I find that so arousing?

"'Serve the Lord with reverence, and rejoice with trembling.'" He thrust hard enough to nearly lift me off of the ground with his hips alone, making me quiver as my voice broke. "'Thou art a hiding-place for me; thou preservest me from trouble; thou dost encompass me with songs of deliverance.'" Lancelot groaned as his cheek pressed against my temple. "'Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness. Lord, open my lips, and my mouth shall declare thy praise.'" He moaned in such a way that would make even a seasoned whore blush.

"Don't you fear damnation for your words?" I panted as he rocked his hips back.

"With Heaven in my arms? Never." He whispered before thrusting in as deep as he could go. My claws dug into the tree bark as I cried out in pleasure. The slick leaking down my thigh was so damn cold while my skin was burning.

Had my ears deceived me, or had he truly referred to me as Heaven? A Wolf Folk Fey not only his shepherd but now his Lord and Heaven? I knew what these things meant to Lancelot, their deep importance to him, and to consider me such....

He was declaring his love for me.

And to tempt damnation so, the thing he feared so truly, with his blasphemy was his way to say I meant more to him than 'I love you' could encompass. Which was such a contrast to the way his cock was pounding into me without mercy. His sinfully sweet words along with his body that craved release mixed together in such a way that had me spiraling.

Lancelot let go of my hair to rest his arm on the tree behind me, bringing his body closer as he panted and groaned. My hand on his shoulder slid to the back of his neck covered by his hood. His forehead rested against mine while his hips never once stopped, causing me to fall apart.

My legs were shaking as I clung to him and the tree for support. Tilting my face up and to the side, I kissed the Ash Man, and he instantly reciprocated. He groaned into my mouth, eliciting a possessive growl from my chest that he returned in kind.

I was getting close, so fucking close, and I could feel how this orgasm just might knock me on my ass when I finally had it. Lancelot's blunt nails dug into my thigh, adding a sharp sting to the pleasure racking my nerves. His snapping hips picked up pace, losing that steady rhythm to focus on cumming. His eagerness had me moaning into his mouth until he pulled away to catch his breath.

Teetering on the edge, Lancelot snarled as he slammed into me one last time. My body shook as I moaned so loudly it nearly sounded like a howl. Lancelot quickly covered my mouth, knowing someone might hear me back in camp as he groaned near my ear. His cock kept pumping me full of cum to the point that it overflowed and dripped onto the snow.

My chest rose and fell with each heavy breath as I panted. Neither one of us moved as we tried to steady our racing hearts. Lancelot's hand fell from my mouth as his head rested on my shoulder for a second.

"You ask me why I care...." His voice was barely over a whisper. "It's because I love you."

"I understood your other declarations." A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth.

"I had to say it plainly. Look up." Lifting my gaze toward the treetops barren of leaves as the snow gently came down, I spotted light peeking through the dark clouds.

The moon. It was a full moon.

I couldn't help but laugh as I stared up at the sky. Snowflakes landed on my cheeks, melting on contact from the heat of my skin. Lowering my head, I pulled back Lancelot's hood enough to kiss his cheek.

"How many different ways do you plan to confess tonight, Lancelot?"

"Enough."

"Gods, I love you." I said and saw the smile on his lips. He pulled away while lifting his head, however, losing his support made my legs give out. If not for Lancelot's fast reflexes, I would have landed in the icy-cold snow. "Oh, gods...." I tried to stand with his help, but my legs were as wobbly as a newborn fawn's.

Lancelot snickered, and my ears turned back.

"You find this amusing, but how do you expect me to walk back to camp in this state?"

"I will carry you if I must."

"I don't even have my trousers on! And my thighs are a mess!"

"You're not going to like this."

"What?" I questioned, and Lancelot bent over to scoop up some of the fresh snow before pressing it to my thigh. I jolted from the sudden cold, but as he massaged his hand and melted the snow to clean me, I began to feel the warmth of his hand again. A shiver went up my spine as my breath faltered.

"....Or perhaps you might?" Lancelot muttered.

"Oh, gods. My trousers." I groaned, spotting them half covered in snow and already knowing they'd be freezing cold when I put them back on. Lancelot had to help me since I still couldn't stand on my own. Although, the bloody Ash Man didn't seem to mind in the slightest as he had a cheeky smile.

He had to half-carry me back to camp, sneaking us in right up to our tent. Most others had gone to bed now, making it easier for us to get in unseen. Entering the dark tent, Lancelot gently eased me down onto my pallet. He then went about building the small fire since the tent was just as cold as outside.

Pulling off the grey cloak, I was thankful for having it since it had kept me dry while it was wet with melted snow. Lancelot picked it up to hang from the top of the tent, allowing it to air out and dry. However, the cloak he wore was in worse shape since he had blocked most of the snow off of me. I chuckled at the state of it as he hung it up on the other side of the fire by the exit.

"How, uh, how are your legs?" Lancelot questioned with a quiet voice while standing with his back to me as he fiddled with the green cloak.

"Gradually regaining strength. No thanks to you." I replied while massaging the muscles in my leg just above my knee.

"I guess I did get a bit....carried away."

"A bit?" I rose an eyebrow at the man. "You very nearly lifted me completely off the ground without using your hands." He barely looked at me from over his shoulder.

"Your tone doesn't make that sound like a complaint."

"Because it's not." I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up in the slightest. "I figured you could get territorial, but I hadn't expected you would in that way. You really surprised me when you grabbed Odhran."

"Honestly....I wasn't aware I had done it until those words were already out of my mouth." Lancelot rubbed his thumb over the cloak.

"Thank you." He looked at me with slight confusion, and I dropped my gaze as my eyebrows rose. "You saved me from making a very stupid decision. I mean no offense to Odhran, but you're right. I would not be happy joined with him, nor would I be to give him an heir. That would also be very unfair to Odhran. He deserves better."

"So you will set boundaries?"

"Yes. I also do not wish for you to jump at his throat the next time he touches me." I chuckled.

"I wouldn't-"

"Lancelot, you grabbed him and growled at him. You were very near fighting him." I stated, and the man averted his gaze while looking a bit embarrassed. "....Why don't you come over here? You must be cold away from the fire." He looked at me again, and his hands dropped from the cloak.

Before he went towards his pallet, I pat an empty spot beside me on mine. Lancelot paused for a second, then got this little smile on his face as he sat down next to me. Leaning over, I nuzzled his jaw, feeling his stubble against my nose while breathing in his scent.

"I was only teasing you. But I am serious about the rest." I sighed as my hands rested in my lap. "With you and Squirrel leaving, I just couldn't take being on my own again."

"I understand what it feels like." Lancelot's voice was quiet as he looked at me. "It's how I knew what you were thinking of doing."

"Is that your way of admitting you want to be close to others?"

"Yes. Especially with you." His nose brushed against mine. "You touch me, and my heart races, but....it feels good. I crave it."

"You crave my touch?"

"I do." Lancelot then leaned back. "I-I do not mean in a sexual manner. Well, I do not mean it in o-only a sexual-"

"I understood." I laughed softly while watching his shoulders relax. "It amuses me how you go from being very straightforward back to that reserved and shy monk." Smiling, I looked down while reaching for his hand. Gently holding it in mine, I met Lancelot's gaze. "If you want contact, never be afraid to ask for it."

"That is easier said than done."

"Take your time." I replied, and he leaned down to rest his forehead against my own.

"So you really will stay with me?"

"Of course." I noticed how he had said 'me' and not 'us'. He was being honest about what he wanted rather than hiding behind another's desires. "You should sleep with me tonight. With the cloaks wet, you'll be much too cold in your own pallet."

"Are you sure?"

"You refer to me as your Heaven and cum in me, but you think sharing a pallet is too much?" Lancelot blushed at my words. "Yes, I'm sure." I chuckled before we laid down with him closer to the fire. He still held my hand as we were facing each other, and his thumb brushed over my knuckles.

Lancelot was quiet, looking at our hands before he spoke.

"How do you know you love me and do not just lust for me?" His voice was quiet, and I had a feeling his question came from some of his own doubts.

"I suspected before with how my heart would ache, and I would have the impulse to touch you rather than being repulsed. It finally dawned on me when I realized I didn't want to let you go."

"....You didn't want to let me go?" Lancelot looked at me, his expression unreadable as he still gently ran his thumb over my knuckles.

"I knew once you stepped onto that boat, I'd likely never see you again. I would miss you, your touch, your smile. Knowing that, I could not lie to myself any longer. I was in denial until then, you could say." I explained and saw his brows knit together.

"My smile?"

"You have a very nice smile, Lancelot. One with warmth and brightness." He was looking at me with a studious gaze before a lopsided grin grew on his face. My heart fluttered in my chest, and he dropped his gaze back to our hands.

"That makes me....very happy to hear from you." He quietly said, and I reached out with my other hand. Slowly brushing my knuckles over his cheek, those blue eyes looked at me again. My fingers trailed over his jaw before I cupped his cheek. Lancelot leaned into my touch as I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.

"Good. I enjoy making you smile."

#In the Wolf's Den #cursed #cursed 2020 #the weeping monk #cursed weeping monk #lancelot #cursed lancelot #oc x canon #exophilia #lemon #Wolf does fanfic

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annarellix · 1 year ago

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Kings of War by MJ Porter

Can the King of the Scots and the Dublin Norse triumph against a united England? AD934 King Athelstan of the English has been successful in uniting the many kingdoms of Britain against one enemy, the Viking raiders. But men who are kings don’t wish to be ruled. Constantin, King of the Scots, rebelled against the Imperium and was forcibly brought to bend the knee to Athelstan and England at Cirencester. His son Ildulb seeks bloody vengeance from Athelstan following the battle at Cait and the death of his son. Olaf Gothfrithson, king of the Dublin Norse, having asserted his power following his father's death has his sights set on reclaiming Jorvik. Can the united might of the Scots and the violence of the Dublin Norse, descendants of the infamous Viking raiders, bring King Athelstan and his vision of the united Saxon English to her knees?

An epic story of kingsmanship that will result in the pivotal, bloody Battle of Brunanburh, where only one side can be victorious.

Purchase Link - https://mybook.to/Kingsofwarsocial

My Review: I grew up in a Latin country and this means my knowledge of Anglosaxon reigns, Æthelstan and the political situation of the British Isles around X century were near zero. I think that books like this one are a fascinating way to learn about history and have fun at the same time. There’s a lot going on in this book, there’s a lot of characters and events. I thanks for the summary of characters at the beginning of the book as it helped me to navigate the relationships and who’s who. The story is fast paced, action packed and it kept me turning pages. I loved how the author was able to develop characters that are alive and well rounded. The historical background is well researched and I appreciated the attention to the details. MJ Porter’s historical novel never disappoints and this one is highly recommended. Many thanks to Boldwood Books for this arc, all opinions are mine

The Author MJ Porter is the author of many historical novels set predominantly in Seventh to Eleventh-Century England, and in Viking Age Denmark. They were raised in the shadow of a building that they believed housed the bones of long-dead Kings of Mercia – so their writing destiny was set. The first novel in their new Anglo-Saxon series for Boldwood Son of Mercia was published in February 2022. Social Media Links – Twitter https://twitter.com/coloursofunison Instagram https://www.instagram.com/m_j_porter/ Newsletter Sign Up: https://bit.ly/MJPorterNews

#historical fiction #netgalley #review #rachel's random resources #blogtour #boldwood books

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viking-raider · 1 year ago

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D&D: Honor Among Thieves

I recommend this movie! 10/10!

I really enjoyed it, and that's as someone that doesn't know a whole lot about the Dungeons and Dragons Universe. Thou I would have loved to have seen more of Regé-Jean Page's character!

I completely love Doric, by the way! If I ever play the game, I want to be a tiefling druid!

#Dungeons and Dragons #Dungeons and Dragons Honor Among Thieves #honor among thieves #totally recommend #Viking-Raider Recommends

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booknotesbyathina · 2 years ago

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Hello everyone!! For today I have another review for you. I have said it before but I really like the novels set in the Assassin's Creed world. I think that they are well written and with excellent world building. Sword of the White Horse by Elsa Sjunneson was no exception. This one is another Assassin's Creed novel that I really enjoyed. It is an original saga set in the world of Assassin's Creed Valhalla and we have a Celtic warrior defending her people from Viking raiders and infiltrating an ancient sect to save her homeland. As always I loved the world building and I really enjoyed the writing style as well as the storyline. The author does a great job combining history with mythology and the Assassin's Creed world. The book is a page turner and it's adventurous and at the same time dark. I highly recommend it if you are a fan of the games but also if you like Norse Mythology inspired books. Rating: 4 Stars *** #AssassinsCreedValhallaSwordoftheWhiteHorse #NetGalley #AssassinsCreed #ElsaSjunneson #review #bookreview #fantasyreader #fantasybook #bookaddict #bookcommunity #readingismagic #bookblogger #bookreviewer #greekbookstagram #instavivlio #vivlio #diavazo #eucitesc #mybookfeatures #over30sbookstagram #bookstamums #booknotes_athina (at Sitia , Crête) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn95Y7GLXLt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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littlefreya · 2 years ago

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Freya, my love, do you have any fic recommendation for office! sex with Henner's Clark? (I checked your masterlist, and did not found any, but maybe sb else did write a fic or two?) Sitting at work rn, daydreaming about having sex with Clark in the Newsdesk room.... sigh...

Hello, hello, angel! How are you today?

I can remember one story by @starynighty, called tag-along which has a very promising take on sex pollen! One of my faves really :)

As for other stories. I can't remember for the life of mine, but I will tag @oh-for-fic-sake, @viking-raider and @angryschnauzer as they all wrote Clark stories and might have something for you!

#ask freya #anon asks #henry cavill x reader #clark kent #clark kent x reader

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profoundtyrantharmony · 3 years ago

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Ivar Series I Recommend #1

~123~

The devil and the snake (from @21_years_old_lady on ao3) [COMPLETE]

~A~

Girl crush -2 [COMPLETE] // Ocean Eyes (6/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @akamaiden)

The battle between love and fire (from @alexhogh7137) [COMPLETE]

May I // Just let me hold you // Addicted to love [COMPLETE] // 4,7 inches of fierceness (2/?) (from @AnUnhealthyDoseOfAngst on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]

Viking Massage (3/?) (from @angryschnauzer on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]

A nun's tale (5/?) (from @abonelessgod) [NOT COMPLETE]

~B~

Bang bang // The girl Ivar love 2-3-4 (from @bonniebird) [ALL COMPLETE]

The right woman (from @BroltaAMaga on Ao3) [COMPLETE]

That witch haunts us (from @bragisrunes on AO3) [COMPLETE]

The proposal (7/13) (from @backalley-requests) [NOT COMPLETE]

~C~

Ivar’s first (from @clumsywonderland) [COMPLETE]

Imagine being a warrior -2 (from @cbouvier23) [COMPLETE]

It's Our Secret (6/?) (from @cecesaurus) [NOT COMPLETE]

Me before you (3/?) (from @castielsangelsx) [NOT COMPLETE]

New start (8/?) (from @cocovikings23) [NOT COMPLETE]

~D~

Kindness (from @directionlessbuthappy) [COMPLETE]

Faint of heart (from @dreamwritesimagines) [COMPLETE]

~E~

Pricked by a Viking (15/?) (from @exoticinspirits on AO3) [NOT COMPLETE]

~F~

Healer (10/?) (from @fandomficsnstuff) [NOT COMPLETE]

~G~

The guy next door // The boss (from @geekandbooknerd ) [ALL COMPLETE]

Coffee (11/?) (from @golden-pickaxe) [NOT COMPLETE]

~H~

A different time // Find us [COMPLETE] // Annoying (9/?) // Condition (4/?) // Kissed by the Sun (5/?) Alliance (5/?) The one he chose (7/?) Horrible Marriage (9/?) (from @heathenarmyimagines) [NOT COMPLETE]

The tinder date (from @hecohansen31) [COMPLETE]

Accidents happen // Blessed [ALL COMPLETE] // Just friends (4/?) // The milkmaid (7/?) // Latte Kisses (5/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @honestsycrets)

~I~

Hjem(los) (14/?) (from @imyourliquor-youremypoison) [NOT COMPLETE]

Unexpected Places (from @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl) [COMPLETE]

When we were wild (from @istorkyou) [COMPLETE]

~K~

Who said I was…? (from @Kirah32 on AO3) [COMPLETE]

~L~

Imagine Ivar saving you // You and Ivar love to raid // Being slave of Ivar // You save Ivar’s horse (from @lordavanti) [ALL COMPLETE]

Friends (5/?) (from @laketaj24) [NOT COMPLETE]

~N~

Redamancy (from @neme-jpeg ) [COMPLETE]

Vantalađur Ást (16/?) (from @mylifeisactuallyamess) [NOT COMPLETE]

~O~

Aarhus Universitet [COMPLETE] // We move lightly (14/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @ofhoneyandrosepetals)

Hidden love (from @otakufrenchfries ) [COMPLETE]

I'm not okay (3/?) (from @onlinevampire1898) [NOT COMPLETE]

~P~

Pity // God Jul // Move on // Crush [ALL COMPLETE] // Secrets (18/?) // Hate (11/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @peaceisadirtyword )

Healing hands (from @premiere-gaou ) [COMPLETE]

Unholy Matrimony (from @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics) [COMPLETE]

Conquer you (12/?) (from @pagan-raider) [NOT COMPLETE]

~R~

Blue eyes (from @rosepetals-flyingbirds ) [COMPLETE] [Not found anymore]

~S~

You’re different like me // Hmm ? // You are everything [ALL COMPLETE] // When he’s not around (14/?) [NOT COMPLETE] (from @squirrelacorngliterfarts)

Rest your weary hands (from @spaghettificationandpretzels) [COMPLETE]

~T~

Five Brothers (from @teeninpanic) [NOT COMPLETE]

Love’s labor (from @tra-sh) [COMPLETE]

Your god can’t help you now (from @theoriginalragnarsson) [COMPLETE]

Choice is an Illusion (5/?) (from @theinsandoutsofcastiel ) [NOT COMPLETE]

Lost & Found (11/?) (from @thyshadowwriter) [NOT COMPLETE]

~W~

Be ruthless // One look // Addicted (from @waiting4inspiration) [ALL COMPLETE]

I need you (from @writingstudent) [COMPLETE]

The Prince's Favorite (7/?) // Quarantine with Ivar (3/?) (from @writingsnmusings) [NOT COMPLETE]

~X~

The friend, The lover and the fool (from @xxdearlybeloved) [COMPLETE]

~Z~

Chance Encounters // Coming home // Best friend // Roommates // The summer people // No more blind date // My boss is a four letters word // Love letters and life lessons // The secret journal // Anyone but him // Love to Hate Me (from @zuxiezendler) [ALL COMPLETE] [Not found anymore]

Last Updated 01/25/23

#ivar the boneless x reader #modern ivar x reader #reader insert #ivar x reader #fluff #smut #ivar fic i recommend #fic rec #ivar fic rec

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littlefreya · 4 months ago

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Thank you so much, my dear. My series Lines in the sand was definitely about Sy being a deeper human being who wants commitment

I also have a whole Masterlist dedicated to Sy being fluffy, romantic and an overall good man. It’s not all smut :)

Also highly recommend @viking-raider who writes Sy in so many different ways other than smut.

Is Sy nothing else but a horny army man from Texas to the Cavill fandom lately? It's like it's like it's all he's good for is oral and a creampie, no depth, no nothing but a large cock and a talented tongue.

#Captain syverson

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Dad!Fics

DAD!FICS - Henry and his characters with kids, wanting kids, making kids. That’s it. That’s this list.

Author’s note: My sincere apologies for how crazy long this list has gotten 😂 It’s like the whole fandom is agreeing on one thing: this man needs a baby ASAP. Also, thank you dear @littlefreya for your ever wonderful suggestions!

With Henry

Single dad Henry is trying to figure out a hair tutorial to please his 4-year old, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. With Flowers In Her Hair by @wanna-do-bad-things

Single dad Henry kinda hittin’ on da nanny? Picture Perfect by @fun-with-jane is a short fic series that’ll get you kinda hot, and kinda bothered (the slow burn..ARGH)

Getting you pregnant is, apparently, a very VERY exact science including honey-wine-&-cookies.. baby. Freyja Dag by @geek-eat-repeat

And don’t forget about timing! THE TIMING! Let’s Make One Of Our Own is the sweaty hot smut you might just crave (am I the only one ovulating right now?), fic by @littlefreya.

Sometimes it’s also just a situation of super sperm, followed by an “oopsie baby”. And when two bullheaded fuckbuddies-to-be-parents are involved, things can get pretty ..engaging: The Rules Of Engagement by @ladyreapermc (multi-chapter).

Or perhaps it’s a situation of Henry and his untameable Hunger, by @littlefreya (yes, it’s breeeeding smut my lassies -- again, forgive me for I am thirsty)

Pregnancy ain’t always sunshine and rainbows. There’s also a lot of change and self-doubt. But that’s nothing some coconut oil and love can’t fix, in Two Months by @littlefreya

There’s a lotttt of first times with having children, which in turn will probably give quite a few heart Flutters for poor protective dad Henry. By @littlefreya

And he’s not just protective, he’s also pretty observant. This Cute Little Drabble makes you wonder when you last bought tampons... by @toomanystoriessolittletime

Newborns? They can be a little fussy. But again, daddy bear is here to fix it! Everything I Ever Wanted by @fuckoffbard

With the brood expanding, it’s getting a little difficult to garner the ever-craved attention of momma bear in This Is War by @cruelfvkingsummer

And when mom isn’t home? Well..the question arises what happened to all the cookies.. Daddy’s day by @angrythingstarlight

Okay, one more by @angrythingstarlight because I couldn’t choose: Baby Talk

And Henry’ll learn soon enough that changing your facial hair should go with a disclaimer. Especially when toddlers are involved. Daddy Who? by @viking-raider

And facial hair also reminds me of this fic; Domestic Life by @writernerd23 (-> “Your face is scratchy, Daddy.” <- CUTE)

The Accidental Family by me. A domestic sad-fluffy short series about memory loss -- After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.

And to carry on with the more sad fluff-stuff. How would Henry deal with the less rosy parts of trying to have children - like miscarriage? Negative is a beautiful fic that got me balling my eyes out and you should definitely read it if you’re in the need for some sad, sad fluff. By @oddduckthatgirl

Perhaps things didn’t quite go as planned - whatever the plan was. This sad-to-fluff fic brings you on the rollercoaster of extremely sad to fuzzy warm and happy. Better Off by @toomanystoriessolittletime

More tear-jerkers? 😭Falling Again by @deathonyourtongue follows struggling AU dad!Henry as bills keep piling and the loss of his wife haunts his every waking moment.

Back to the fun stuff - *chants* Rugby dad! Rugby dad! I couldn’t pick just one from the extensive list of rugby dad Henry fics by @hlkwrites and @achaoticaugust - let’s be honest; this should be a genre on its own, so here’s a few:

Henry Cavill, The Rugby Dad Part 2 (smut, daddy kink) I laughed perhaps a tad too loud at the drunk make-out session on the front lawn - here’s some short sexy rugby dad Henry drabbles.

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To Injury Time (smut) I just love smut when it slow, sensual and JUST a tiny bit awkward because you’re on the couch and someone’s leg is in a cast 😜

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To The Off Season (smut) And after the hard toil of keeping a family up and running, it might just be time for a hot (tub) little break

With Sy

A few short, golden moments in becoming first-time parents with Sy - including skin-to-skin daddy cuddles - what else do you want? Evermore by @hauntedelation is a fluffy fic that gets me all kinds of fuzzy inside.

Talking “short” golden moments..this one includes one short reader, a coffee mug and one teasing oaf-of-a-bear Syverson. (smut) Of Short Girls And High Shelves by my fellow Lisa, also known as @killjoy-assbutt-1112 (hi girl!)

Cankles, have never been so hot a subject to talk about as they are in this lovely fic by @crimsonrae: Cigarettes and Morning Breath

And before you know it, you have a whole brood. Will that stop Sy? Meh..probably not. Fourth Time’s The Charm by @cruelfvkingsummer

And once he HAS a daughter? Woof! Dad Syverson is probably just a LITTLE bit too overprotective. But that’s nothing a daughter-dad weekend can’t fix. Daddy Syverson by @connieisland

Imagine this: one big chunky Captain Syverson and one tiny, tiny babygirl cradled in his arms. Are you melting yet? Siobhán is just the cutest little fic, by @littlefreya

We really want Sy to get a daughter huh? And that’ll be particularly funny when daughter sweet becomes old enough for Prom Night -- we’ll be back with overprotective daddy Sy who is ever stubborn, but also ever sweet. By @littlefreya

Onto the holidays: Santa brings back home a 5-year old’s one true wish in Santa Letter Wish by @lovelycavills

And sometimes? You wish the babe would wait JUST a few days before getting born. Christmas, Baby by @its--fandom--darling

Now. To finish off the Sy vibes; are you perhaps in the need of one heck of a good series? Willow Run is one of the first series I read here on Tumblr and it is SO GOOD. I won’t blab and just let you read ❤️ you won’t regret it. By @deathonyourtongue

With Geralt

Geralt, Destiny, one stubborn girl and the Law of Surprise - it’s a recipe for great adventures and funny grumpy dad!Geralt moments. This wonderful multichap fic A Soldier’s Daughter is written by @viking-raider

I know it’s canonically impossible for a Witcher to get anyone pregnant (due to the Trial of the Grasses). But you know..if ..and when..and maybe..then: A Gentle Soul by @killjoy-assbutt-1112

With Marshall

Some mild roleplaying, rough smutiness and unexpected news make this love-making sesh a wild-wild ride. Heart Of Darkness by @littlefreya

Sleepless is a wonderful multichap fic with Marshall x single!mom reader. @feralrunaway gives you awkward barbecue chat and protective Marshall being ever protective. There’s no masterlist, so here’s (I think) all the chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Can you imagine big hunky chunk Marshall being worried when you get all teared up with emotion? Baby Blues gives you allll the cute caring dad!Marshall you need. By @the-soot-sprite

With August

A child born out of love and chaos, is all August craves when he comes back home. Mother Of Murder by @littlefreya (smut)

Bad guys, accidental babies and *BOOM* suddenly it’s not just you who calls August “daddy” ((pun intended here, please don’t hate me 😂)) Surprise, surprise.. by @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

And once such that surprise happens, August knows one thing for sure: he’d burn the whole world to a crisp if anything was to happen to you and his unborn child. In this Imagine by @littlefreya

With Napoleon

Sobs, cries and accidentally getting pregnant by spies ((the puns are getting worse, I swear I’ll show myself out in a bit)). On a serious note though: this multi-chapter is an angsty rollercoaster with a tinge of fluff by @coloraturadiva - A Mistake

With Sherlock

Dad!Sherlock fics are surprisingly hard to find, but here’s one: Promises by @zodiyack is a bit of a modern interpretation of a Victorian household, and it sure as hell is delightful!

WEW! That was a LONG list - wonderful work dear fic writers! And, as ever; if you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️

( Fan art by me 😊)

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