"I don't know who I am without duty." In which Æthelflæd's lady-in-waiting finds an unlikely family in Uhtred's band, and must learn to live for herself. sihtric x fem!OC

When Signe was young, Earl Ragnar banished her father Kjartan and half-brother Sven from his land. But instead of condemning her to the same fate, he took the girl he was already fond of and raised her alongside his own children, as well as the Saxon slaves Brida and Uhtred. Years later when Earl Rangnar is killed, a devastated and enraged Signe joins Uhtred on his quest to reclaim his birthright and to kill the man who took their family from them. To kill her father, Kjartan *** - Eventual FemOC X Finan (but unbelievably slow burn - as in, we start in season 1 and he doesn't appear until season 2, sort of slow) - multiple love interests. (?) - I think I accidently made the Fem OC have an emotional affair with Alfred.

"Lord, I would never say this to a Saxon, but she needs you. She is of two worlds, if someone were to find out, she'd be dead...She needs you, lord." Lord Aldhelm, one of the greatest warriors of Mercia, was a mysterious man. Not much was known about him, outside of his role. Only a few knew about his secret, bastard child, Saehild. He hid her well throughout her youth. But she was a ever growing warrior of her own, becoming as strong headed as her father, and inheriting his heart. While the changing lands are out of his control, can Aldhelm protect her for much longer?

༺♰༻ She had travelled far and wide, through lands that reeked of iron and incense, where saints bled and sinners prayed. She had warred with angels and supped with devils, her blade wet with mercy and vengeance alike. She had watched kingdoms crawl gasping from the womb, only to be cradled by the wrong kings, crowned by unworthy hands. She had seen men die with her name fumbling from their lips, a final breath wasted on a woman made of storm and bone. She had known cruelty so intimately it had become her second skin and now, somehow, she was beginning to know love. It frightened her. It softened her. Perhaps that was why it felt like dying. Maybe, she thought, she'd choose love anyway. Reciprocity- it all came down to that in the end, Karasteinna supposed. Love was not conquest nor surrender, not giver nor receiver but the trembling place between. As with lovers: when it is right, you cannot say who is kissing whom or whose soul is devouring the other. You only know that you are both burning and for once, neither of you minds. the last kingdom finan x oc season 2 - ??? smut warning

"I am death." "You are my life."

She had known many names throughout her life - men had the tendency to rename her. Her brothers had renamed her first, stripping her of her pagan heritage as they tried to make a god-fearing child out of her. Thore Ivarson had renamed her after he had claimed her, his sword cutting through flesh and bone of the ones she had once known as family - until she couldn't even remember their names. Everyone had tried to mould her to their liking; twisting and stretching her bones and skin, cutting out parts they didn't want and adding those they wanted her to embody. For as long as she could remember she had been a pawn in the hands of men to whom she bowed and to whom she obliged. For him she always had been a shadow that he wanted to bring into the light, his fingers barely grasping her even when she stood near; her face always hidden with only her eyes burning themselves into his mind until he believed the Three Spinners themselves had woven his dreams. Sihtric Kjartansson found himself entangled in the dark tendrils of her bing, drawn to her by whatever higher power had taken hold of them both and ignoring the obsacles that awaited him when he would be able to reach her. Little did he know that the greatest obstacle would be found in herself, for who could rely on a person that mistook poison for love and love for poison? "What was your sweetest lie," he whispered. "That I loved you," she answered with her heart erupting into countless pieces. Everyone knew that the Shadow-Wife of Thore Ivarson was not capable of love. But Zvora Vranek wanted to be. Sihtric Kjartansson x OC @plavvusa

"𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞" sihtric kjartanson x femoc s2-s3

Odetta, the younger sister of Gisela, falls for the charm of a young Saxon monk named Osferth, who presents himself as a warrior. Both fall hard for one another, becoming each other's greatest desire in a world of war and fire. Osferth x Female oc Starting season 2 episode 7 (Season 2 - Season 5) Slow ish updates

death is at your doorstep and it will steal your innocence, but it will not steal your substance. bloodiedwings © 2024 the last kingdom

The Last Kingdom Fanfiction Continuing where Wolf-Heart left off, at Season 2, episode 5. Finan and Faoladhean navigate parenthood while serving under Uhtred's command as the peace in Wessex comes to an end. This story will continue through the several-year period between the end of s2 and start of s3. If you are new here, please go back to Wolf-Heart and start there - everything will make much more sense that way. REMINDER/DISCLAIMER: Very little is actually known about the Picts and their beliefs, language, etc. There are a lot of educated guesses and suppositions, and I have attempted to incorporate as much fact as I have been able to find in my hours of research. THAT SAID... I have definitely taken a lot of creative liberties with my creation of my Pictish OC(s). Also, I realize that modern Irish language is called "Irish," not Gaelic, and is very definitely a separate language from Scots Gaelic. However, from what little I have been able to find in my research, it is likely that circa 900 c.e., the Irish and Albans/Scots (and the few remaining Picts) spoke a version of Old Gaelic that was similar enough to be understood between the two. So when I reference anyone speaking Gaelic (vs Irish), it is with that in mind. Basically - don't come for me if it's all too fantastical. This is fanfic, it's supposed to be fantasy!