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ceridwenofwales · 5 years

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1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? // 2: What scene did you first put down? // 3: What’s your favorite line of narration? // 4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? --> For Ebb Tide and the Sea Wolves

Thanks, Laure!

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The Sea Wolves

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way? Answered here.

2: What scene did you first put down?

You sent me the prompt that inspired me to write the first chapter. Unfortunately, I can’t find it anymore. :(

I wrote Moyra hiding from the invaders and being found by Haakon.

3. What’s your favorite line of narration?

@pokeasleepingsmaug asked the same and I included more lines there.

He offers his hand to help her to get up and Moyra looks at him with disdain. Ivar is determined to make her look at him with desire one day.

It was easy to believe Moyra truly wanted him. Why else would she voluntarily undress for me? There wasn’t much left of Ivar’s discernment and shrewdness, so he chose to believe he had finally conquered her with a gesture of gentleness towards a slave and her child, and the intoxicating influence of the honeyed ale.

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Well, I’ll pick two.

"Njörun, I beg you to protect her while she is in your domains. Svartalfheim is a dangerous realm for those wandering without purpose. Give her shelter as we try to help her find her path back to us. Don’t allow her to be chased or haunted.“ Ivar lifts his hand to muffle the strangled sob that left his mouth and made Moyra stir.

“I think you should leave!” Ingrid touched his shoulder, looking at him with her mouth twisted. Ivar felt like they were judging him.

“It’s my right to be here, to assist her if she needs me. My children are coming to the world,” Ivar looked from Moyra to Ingrid.

“It was your right to fill your slave with your seed too. That’s why we are all here. But if you don’t leave, the birth might be more difficult for her and the children,” Ivar gulps with the realization that he might be happy being a father, but that for Moyra it is torture. He wanted them to be happy, his selfish mind wanted her to be pleased that his seed had taken roots and they would now have an unbreakable bond. Realizing he is the only one pleased with Moyra growing round with their children is his first defeat and Ivar suspects it to be a thousand times worse than a defeat in the battlefield.

“Don’t blame me! I only want to help her! YOU are the only one to blame for this situation! You should be ashamed of yourself, and somehow, I know you won’t ever be. You forced it on her and now, you see what you’ve done? She might die and it’s your burden. In all my years, I have seen men as you take and destroy innocent and young maidens as that one,” Ingrid gestures to the bed, where Moyra is grimacing as another contraction hits her, “I’m tired of this!” Ingrid hisses, lifting her chin to face Ivar.

Ingrid was getting far too insolent. Ivar couldn’t bear it anymore, couldn’t bear hearing her telling all those things. He couldn’t tolerate her telling him to leave. She needed to be silenced, but he didn’t want to scare Moyra. Lowering his face at only an inch from Ingrid’s, he violently grasped her upper arm with his hand. “You don’t tell me what to do anymore!” he snarled at her.

“I don’t pity, or fear men like you!” Ingrid replied. Glowering at him, she tried to free herself from his hold, but Ivar only closed his hand more firmly on her.

“Listen to me, Ingrid, and listen with attention,” his tone calmer. He could feel the corner of his mouth twitching and his eyes were narrowed and burning with hatred. “It’s better for everyone that she survives this. If she dies I swear by my place in Valhalla that I’ll kill you,” Ivar promised, nodding at the bed. Moyra stiffened at hearing his words, her eyes grew wide.

“I’ll burn that hut you call home to the ground until nothing is left to prove that damned place has ever existed at all. If I’m not satisfied afterward, which I’m sure I won’t be,” His nostrils were flared and a vein in his neck pulsed with tension, “I’ll track down everyone you’ve ever loved or cared about and cut them in half. I’ve nothing to lose, nothing I care for in this ugly world! Save her!”

As he growled his threats, Ivar finally saw fear in Ingrid’s eyes and for a brief moment, the view made him feel better. But it didn’t last. There was only so much pleasure to be taken from intimidating others and the notion of vengeance.

“Go back to her now, Ingrid! You have much to do,” he reminded her, his voice a low rasp.

Ebb Tide

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I’ve always loved the mythology of Selkies and I knew I would eventually write a story about them. Then you wrote Lurking in the abyss and made me ship Ivar with Morven and I loved the idea of Ivar marrying a supernatural being and founding a dynasty as the Melusine myth.

2: What scene did you first put down?

That promo video inspired us to write Ivar interacting with those mythological women. ^^

In your story, Morven is the one to watch as Ivar is unaware. I chose to write Fionnuala being watched as she bathed instead. I think that was my way to show how different they are.

3. What’s your favorite line of narration?

She kisses him back with her mouth wide open as she is not afraid of swallowing poison. She tastes the tenderness and the brutality and Fionnuala wants them both.

And when the wave comes Fionnuala remembers not to fight against it. Her body awakens for the memories of swimming in the ocean and soon the primal cry of her baby is heard. She smiles through the tears feeling she won and the sea was with her all the time. Sweat and salty tears are not always a tragedy.

It was impossible for Fionnuala to answer why she couldn’t dive into the ocean after recovering her skin. She was holding the sealskin in her hands, gazing longingly at the ocean but still unable to reclaim her identity. The calling was strong and she thought that would explain why the tears wouldn’t stop streaming down her cheeks. But there was another call. This one was making her nipples leak something precious. Something that meant life for another being Fionnuala loved fiercely.

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

“If it is not safe for me, how is it safe for you? How can you ask me to stay? You are hurting me! If you do not come back, I will be trapped here…” The tears are streaming down her eyes and Ivar starts wiping them away. He wants to stop making her cry, but it seems he is too good at making her suffer, “alone on earth. Is that what you want for me?”

“Why am I not surprised? You Selkies are always so…,” her eyes travel through my body, “romantic.”

“Let them come. I am starving.” She laughs, and I frown, but I find her excitement so contagious that I see myself smiling shyly at her.

I see her closing her eyes and pressing her lips together as she moans in delight, “I cannot forget the warmth of the blood painting my face as I make them scream. Such a sweet song they sing.”

“All he ever deserved was to be meat to feed my hunger.” Morven is grimacing as soon as I tell her what happened.

“Do you think I did this because of you? Out of jealousy, or to make you proud of me?” A sharpness rises in my throat, bursting out as a scoff, “I don’t want your love anymore. I finally realized you can’t understand or feel love. Erik could have killed me and your son while you were sweating between that woman’s legs.”

“You only understand terror and pain, so I want you to be terrified to the point you will never risk my son’s life again.” I speak with a coldness that not even I can recognize, “You can sleep with whoever you want, as long as you are discreet and cautious not to put my son in danger ever again.” I give a bitter laughter, then look straight into his eyes. Ivar is watching me speechless for the first time.

“Are you saying you will leave eventually?” Ivar laughs, and I tilt my head, “You have nowhere to go and you can get back to the sea. Have you forgotten I still have your sealskin?” I brush a finger over my lower lip, glancing at Ivar from over my shoulder with narrowed eyes.

“Do you think you can hide it that well?” I provoke him, and my plan works as I had planned. Later at night, when Ivar thinks I’m asleep, he pulls his body out of the bed to the ground, crawling outside. I only have to follow him discreetly. So predictable.

“Save his head for me!” Fionnuala shouted, looking up from Ragnald to Morven’s bloody face. The mermaid stopped eating, staring at Fionnuala in amazement.

“That’s new! I never thought you would want a taste,” Morven laughed, throwing her head back. Fionnuala watched the blood streaming down Morven’s chin and covering her breasts, “His blood is still so warm, Fionnuala. Come and feast with me.” Fionnuala trembled as Morven licked her lips and leaned down to take another bite.

I think it’s perfectly clear how much I love Morven! Thanks again for this ask. I’m inspired to write these two now. 💖💖

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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I know it has been a long time and that it will take a few extra weeks for an update, but I wanted to share something I wrote this week. To catch up with this story click here.

Summary: Ivar is washing his bloody face on a lake after another successful raid when something captures his attention.

Warnings: Dubcon, Abusive relationship, graphic depictions of violence.

“Would you believe me if I said that I loved you?” Ivar noticed Fionnuala looked serene and the fact he felt she was not dismissing him as she usually did whenever he tried to talk to her in private gave him the courage to proceed.

“Would you believe me if I said that I still love you?” Ivar swallowed as Fionnuala stared at him in silence as if she were remembering all the moments they shared since that first day at the lake.

“I believe you tried,” Listening to her not hesitating was painful, but still not surprising. Ivar knew Fionnuala had passed the ambivalence of feelings for him a few years before. Now they were living in a cold indifference the force of habit helped to settle. When rage was still boiling inside of her, Ivar hoped he could eventually conquer her again. But he did something that tasted bitter in his mouth. Ivar decided to do something that in his eyes was worse than defeat. He gave up.

Ivar gave up a little each day. He embraced the failure when every word and pledge fell on deaf ears. He renounced his desire for Fionnuala when every new bed slave was pampered instead of punished by her as if they should be pitied instead of hated. Ivar knew he was defeated when every attempt to inflame her passion felt like touching a corpse and Ivar was forced to turn his back and sleep frustrated. He couldn't ignore Fionnuala acted like a walking corpse. Only eating the necessary to survive as soon as Ragnald left her breast, only smiling when their son was around and her eyes only shining with unshed tears as she stared at the sea every day.

Witnessing her determination tormented him in a way Ivar doubted anyone else would be able to. He had to admit her strength was admirable but being aware her walls were built to keep him exiled from the sweetness he knew was reserved to others never ceased to make the beast within him stir and growl to break free. The only cage that kept his fury at her rejection restrained was the certainty she would not go. The chain that kept her tied to him was as frail as a sealskin.

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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It fits Ebb Tide so perfectly.

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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I just found Ebb Tide and I'm in love. It's different from everything I've ever read. Fionnuala's journey is sad, but empowering. She is no longer helpless or naive. But she is not unnecessarily ruthless either. She nurtures. And don't even let me start with Morven. This force of nature that devours. Two archetypes in the same story. I need more!

You have no idea how touched I am by your message. Being aware that something I wrote was meaningful to someone makes me smile and it’s coming in a time of need. Morven was borrowed from the fabulous and ALWAYS inspiring @goldentailedmermaids.

I’ve been busy with new projects lately and it will stay like that for a few months, so I don’t know when I’ll update. I’m sorry!

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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I just wrote something on my way home. I suppose traffic can be positive too. It might take some time for me to finish the chapter because I've been busy, but I wanted to share this. You can read the previous chapters here.

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It was impossible for Fionnuala to answer why she couldn't dive into the ocean after recovering her skin. She was holding the sealskin in her hands, gazing longingly at the ocean but still unable to reclaim her identity. The calling was strong and she thought that would explain why the tears wouldn't stop streaming down her cheeks. But there was another calling. This one was making her nipples leak something precious. Something that meant life for another being Fionnuala loved fiercely.

Astrid will take care of him! She promised me.

Fionnuala started sobbing, her mind filled with images of Erik swinging his hammer and charging against them.

What can Astrid do to protect my child if Ivar wants to harm Ragnald? What will she be able to do if Ivar’s neglect puts my son in danger once more? I'm the only who can protect my baby.

Fionnuala wondered how would Ivar react after realizing she was gone. She feared he would hurt the child to punish her. Her stomach was tightening while she imagined her child enduring the pain Ivar was capable to inflict when anyone dared to oppose or defy him.

Fionnuala felt her hands trembling and the pain in her chest was so intense as if her ribs were opening up. Belonging half to the sea and half to the land and forever longing for something she couldn't achieve. A cursed woman. Morven was right – Selkies were tragic.

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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A few months after our son's birth, we received a guest of honor, Erik. An Earl by what Ivar told me. He said I was to treat the man and his entourage with the absolute respect because he wanted to forge an alliance with Erik. Ivar wanted more warriors to conquer more land and Erik could provide this to him.

Astrid and the other servants helped to prepare a big feast to welcome Erik, his family and warriors. We provided a house for them to sleep in privacy too. Not forgetting the men that were coming with him. It was a draining task and I carried Ragnald with me all day. As much as I loved feeding him, it was demanding and all I wanted was to sleep. But it would be a long night until I could rest.

I was feeding Ragnald when Ivar called me, “They are here. We must go.” I do not remember seeing Ivar so excited in the last weeks. With the exhaustive task of taking care of a baby, I have not been answering his passion as ardently as he would like me to. I can see the disappointment in his eyes when I leave him in bed to attend my crying baby at night.

“Let me put him to sleep and I will soon be there “ I reply covering my breast and rocking Ragnald in my arms.

“Astrid can do this. Come!” he rolls his eyes and I notice Astrid sighing as she walks to me with her arms stretched to take Ragnald. As I walk away his sobs bring tears to my eyes.

“Wipe away your tears. We do not want the guests wondering if I treat you badly, do we?” Ivar glares at me and I nod lifting my hand to comply with his request.

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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Puffle vs Selkie by StressedJenny

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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When she offers the baby her breast for the first time, Fionnuala cries out of joy because she is made of water that will nurture him. Her worries about how the baby would look like fade for he is from land and ocean in equal measure, a delicate skin between each of his toes is the proof her line was not erased and forgotten.

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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I'm so sad for Fionnuala. She is trying to protect her baby and Ivar can't see their needs. He is too focused on his pride and how much he wants to show he has a son. “Ivar?” I try to tell him the chattering is not good for our son, but his features show he is proud everyone is here to see another of his accomplishments. It is like he is showing the riches from a new raid. My heart gets heavy with the thought he is presenting my child as he would with captured slaves and stolen gold. I need more

Sweet anon. You just touched the soft spot. Ivar is selfish as he is enjoying the attention and ignoring Fionnuala’s pleas that the baby is not comfortable with the crowd’s noise. Fionnuala might not be defying Ivar openly, yet. But she is a mother now and this can make her change as she will consider her duty to her baby.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts about the chapter. 😍😍

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ceridwenofwales · 6 years

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I just read your anon question about the Ragnald's "baptism" compared to how Ivar shows his power to his followers and it made my heart ache for Fionn and the baby. Ivar is blind and deaf for their feelings and needs. He doesn't deserve this adorable family.

Yeah. Ivar shows Ragnald and Fionnuala as things he conquered, not as human beings. Fionnuala is aware she can’t defy him openly and even terrified, she fights for what it is best for the boy. Let’s see if something will make Ivar notice he has been selfish. ;)

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ceridwenofwales · 4 years

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What about kiss #3 for Fionnuala and Ivar?

I’m so sorry that took me so long to write this and it’s so short. I appreciate your love for Fionnuala.

3- A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond from 50 types of kisses - Prompt List.

For those who are not familiar with Fionnuala: Ebb Tide fanfic.

The fur against the skin which had known only sand and seafoam no longer feels foreign to her as Fionnuala tries to sleep. She stares at the ceiling, wondering if her sisters are searching for her. Days had turned into weeks and she still doesn’t dare to walk to the shore. Standing on her feet is still strange and she often stumbles, feelings her knees weak, but that’s not the reason Fionnuala doesn’t run to the coast.

She doesn’t know if her sisters calling for her would hurt more than finding the shore empty and silent. Fionnuala closes her eyes, trying to stop the salty tears from streaming down her cheeks.

“Come closer!” he says softly, in the same voice he uses when he’s issuing threats to his men and Fionnuala finds herself shivering. She doesn’t fear his fury, but rather the disappointment that is so plainly written over his face from time to time.

Fionnuala sniffs, wiping away the tears with the back of her hand.

“Come here, Elskan!” Fionnuala notices his tone is now urgent as she turns to him.

Ivar slides his arm around her waist, pulling Fionnuala closer.

“Kiss me,” his breathy plead warming her face. His calloused hands caress her ribs and Fionnuala closes her eyes, expecting his lips to touch hers with the usual ferocity… but he doesn’t.

She is startled by his lack of initiative, and the perfectly blended hurt and fury in his eyes, “Don’t you want to kiss me?”

“I…I just don’t know how,” Fionnuala stammers, staring at his lips.

“Of course,” Ivar grins, leaning in to close the gap between his lips and hers.

His mouth is softer than Fionnuala is used to, but he is soon nipping at her lips. His hand roam to the back of her head, directing the angle of the kiss. His tongue is caressing the seam of her lips, tasting and asking for more. Fionnuala grants him entrance and, in a moment, he is smothering her with his burning passion, jaw moving vigorously as his other hand comes to her collarbone, stroking her skin as all thoughts of home leave her mind.

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