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crossoverficWhen a rebellious Saxon slave is brought to an isolated Viking settlement as a prize of war, captor and captive engage in a battle of wills that may end in death. Can they overcome their heritage of enmity, and their personal reasons for hate? Or are their lives destined to follow the path of… Vengeance?
Title: Vengeance, Chapter 8
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vikingprincess and virtualpersonal
Setting: 845 Anno Domini, when Vikings regularly raided Saxon England for slaves and riches
Characters: Spike/Buffy, Faith/Owen (all human AU)
Ratings/Warnings: ADULT (e.g. no younger than 18!) (graphic violence, blood sports, non-consensual sex, rape, masturbation, graphic sexual descriptions, language - not in every chapter; these warnings are for the work as a whole.)
Earlier Chapters here.
PLEASE DO NOT ARCHIVE.
Previously:
He snorted out a laugh. But then his shoulders started to shake with real laughter. "I thought Vikings only saw half empty goblets." He met her gaze, and brushed her hair away from her face.
She shook her head, smiling down at him, and joking in return. "No. Sometimes we see half full." More seriously, she added, "But in both cases, we drink them to the dregs. Life... is not halfway. All or nothing, is that not so?"
"All or nothing," he agreed, pulling her into his arms again. "I'll take all." And he did, all night long, finding comfort in her embrace, and passion in her arms.
( Chapter Eight )
Title: Vengeance, Chapter 8
Authors:
vikingprincess and virtualpersonalSetting: 845 Anno Domini, when Vikings regularly raided Saxon England for slaves and riches
Characters: Spike/Buffy, Faith/Owen (all human AU)
Ratings/Warnings: ADULT (e.g. no younger than 18!) (graphic violence, blood sports, non-consensual sex, rape, masturbation, graphic sexual descriptions, language - not in every chapter; these warnings are for the work as a whole.)
Earlier Chapters here.
PLEASE DO NOT ARCHIVE.
Previously:
He snorted out a laugh. But then his shoulders started to shake with real laughter. "I thought Vikings only saw half empty goblets." He met her gaze, and brushed her hair away from her face.
She shook her head, smiling down at him, and joking in return. "No. Sometimes we see half full." More seriously, she added, "But in both cases, we drink them to the dregs. Life... is not halfway. All or nothing, is that not so?"
"All or nothing," he agreed, pulling her into his arms again. "I'll take all." And he did, all night long, finding comfort in her embrace, and passion in her arms.
( Chapter Eight )
