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fields of change

Fields of change

paring: snake x reader (as elin)

genre: enemies to lovers , fluff , crack

note: I don't know if I messed up lMAO

Requested!

After the tumultuous events of his past, Snake decides to leave behind the life of a warrior and embrace a simpler existence as a farmer. However, his new life is complicated by a fiery girl who challenges his every move. As they navigate their differences, they discover that love can blossom in the most unexpected places.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the fields of wheat that swayed gently in the breeze. Snake stood at the edge of the farm, his hands calloused from years of battle, now gripping a pitchfork instead of a sword. He had chosen this life, a decision that felt both liberating and daunting. The quiet of the countryside was a stark contrast to the chaos he had known, and he was determined to make it work

But there was one thing he hadn’t anticipated: her.

“Hey! You’re supposed to be working, not daydreaming!” a sharp voice cut through the tranquility. Snake turned to see a girl with fiery red hair and a fierce expression, hands on her hips. Her name was Elin, and she was as stubborn as she was beautiful.

“I was just—” he started, but she interrupted him.

“Just what? Staring at the clouds? We have a lot of work to do, and I don’t need you slacking off!”

Snake narrowed his eyes. “I’m not slacking. I’m just… observing.”

“Observing? You mean wasting time!” she shot back, her tone laced with irritation.

Their first few weeks together were filled with bickering and tension. Elin was passionate about the farm, having grown up working the land, while Snake was still adjusting to this new life. He often found himself at odds with her methods, and she was quick to point out his mistakes.

“Why do you always have to do it your way?” she exclaimed one afternoon, exasperated as he tried to fix a fence. “You’re not a warrior anymore; you need to learn how to farm!”

“And you need to learn that not everything can be solved with brute force,” he retorted, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Days turned into weeks, and their arguments became a familiar rhythm. Yet, amidst the bickering, there was an undeniable spark. Snake found himself drawn to her fiery spirit, and Elin, despite her annoyance, couldn’t help but admire his determination.

One evening, as they worked late into the sunset, a sudden storm rolled in. The sky darkened, and rain began to pour. They rushed to secure the animals and protect the crops, their earlier disagreements forgotten in the face of the storm.

“Over here! Help me with this!” Elin shouted, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. Snake sprinted to her side, and together they fought against the elements, their teamwork surprisingly seamless.

As the storm raged on, they found themselves huddled together in the barn, drenched and breathless. The adrenaline faded, leaving an awkward silence between them. Elin looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

“Maybe… maybe you’re not so bad after all,” she admitted, a small smile breaking through her earlier frustration.

Snake chuckled, shaking his head. “And maybe you’re not as insufferable as I thought.”

From that moment on, their relationship began to shift. The bickering turned into playful teasing, and the tension morphed into a deeper connection. They spent long evenings talking about their dreams, their pasts, and the future they both hoped to build.

As the harvest season approached, Snake realized he had fallen for Elin. Her laughter filled the air, and her passion for the farm ignited something within him that he hadn’t felt in years. He found joy in the simple moments they shared, whether it was working side by side or stealing glances at each other during quiet evenings.

One night, as they sat on the porch watching the stars, Snake took a deep breath. “I never thought I’d find peace here,” he confessed, glancing at her. “You’ve made this place feel like home.”

Elin turned to him, her expression softening. “I was just as lost as you were. But together, we’ve built something beautiful.”

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. Snake leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a gentle kiss. It was a promise of a future they would build together, a life filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of the sun on their backs as they worked the land.

As the seasons changed, so did their love. They became partners in every sense, learning from each other and growing together. Snake had finally settled down, just as Sverkel had hoped, and he couldn’t imagine a life without Elin by his side.

In the fields of change, they had found each other, and in each other, they had found a home.

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askeladd

remind me of askeladd

rich man

thorfinn

thorfinn aesthetic

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askeladd x reader

thornfinn boyfrie texts

request are always open unless stated other wise ﹗ i will 𝗡𝗢𝗧 write r-pe , pedoph!le , homophobia , transphobia .

vinland saga masterlist

request are always open unless stated other wise ﹗ i will 𝗡𝗢𝗧 write r-pe , pedoph!le , homophobia , transphobia .

smau moodboards imagine fics short drabbles

Not a fic but here's a mood board that reminds me of him <3

tw: suggestive, fluff , modern!au

So I started Vinland Saga and of course, I'm crushing on Askeladd.. he's so fucking attractive oh my god..I can't explain it. I needddd smut fics of him but there's barely any on here 😭 so can people please tag me in vinland saga smut fics or recommend some?

Currently rewatching Vinland Saga and recalled how in the middle of this very serious and hard-hitting episode, there's this random villager who looks way too good and he appears for like 1 second and never again, like??? The hell? Idk if this was the choice of the animators or if Makoto Yukimura himself drew him but like why? Why make him so hot if [SPOILERS] you wanna kill him off within the next minute??

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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Just wanna add that 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