"I did not want this life. I was made for so much more than being handed to a man old enough to be my father." "Watch your tongue," her father warned. "No. For once, you will listen to me." Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to look away. "You sold me. For land. For power. For your own gain. You speak of honor, but there is no honor in what you did." "Everything I did was for this family." "Do not lie to me!" she shouted. "You did it for yourself. You sacrificed me because it was easier than sacrificing anything of your own." Her father stepped forward, his expression hardening. "You have food, a home, a husband who can provide for you. Most women would be grateful." A bitter laugh escaped her. "Grateful? You expect gratitude? You cursed me. You took every dream I ever had and buried it beneath a marriage I never wanted. You ended my life before it even began." Silence filled the room. Mildritha's voice dropped to a whisper, somehow more painful than her shouting. "I was your daughter. I trusted you to protect me." Her eyes met his. "Instead, you were the one who destroyed me." For a moment, her voice broke. "And I will never forgive you for it." The Last Kigndom Before season 3 - ? Female Oc x Finan the Agile

Freyja was loyal to Wessex that defies all her logic and reasoning. And trust she had tried to logic it. She was loyal to Alfred in way that defies everything she's ever known. But then came an Irishman who somehow changed her life. ༒︎ • ༒︎ TLK S2-5 + SKMD FemOC X Finan Started: Feb 8th, 2026 Published: Feb 23nd, 2026 Status: In-Progress Completed: tbd

"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

In the heart of the Viking world, where gods walk among men and destiny is forged in the heat of battle, Yggdrasil Ivarsdottir's tale is one of power, vengeance, and survival. Born the daughter of Ivar the Boneless, a feared warlord, and a shieldmaiden touched by Freya herself, Yggdrasil is no ordinary woman. Trained in both the brutal art of war and the mystical ways of the gods, she carries a fire within her that cannot be extinguished. When a raid goes horribly wrong and she is captured by Christian forces, Yggdrasil endures unimaginable torment. Yet, even in captivity, her spirit remains unbroken. Freed by a kind-hearted warrior, she is taken in by a new family-but the gods are not finished with her. As her past collides with her future, Yggdrasil's journey will intertwine with her brother bounded without blood-Uthred. The blood of warriors calls to her, and the path to vengeance is long and fraught with danger. From the icy shores of Norway to the heart of Saxon lands, Yggdrasil will carve her name into history, with the might of the gods behind her-and a heart that beats for those she loves, and those she will fight for. Prepare for a story where myth meets the bloodied fields of war, and destiny is written in the flames of battle. This is the saga of a warrior born of mortals and gods, whose name will echo through the ages.

Eawynn of Wessex, the younger sister of King Alfred, meets the rightful heir to Bebbanburg and doesn't know whether she wants to slap him or kiss him. [𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝] [𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐎𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡] [𝐓𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏-𝟓] [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞] [𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

༺♰༻ 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

Torn from her home and hunted by the shadows of her past, Aislinn is forced to fight for every step, every breath. Chased by Danes, haunted by Bloodhair, Uhtred of Bebbanburg and his men cross her path-and with them, Finan: fierce, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. Finding brotherhood was not the plan... nor the feeling of falling. Finan, scarred by loss and the chains of a past he cannot forget, has sworn himself to never love again-and never to let another woman fall under the shadow of danger. Yet when Aislinn crosses his path, every oath he's made trembles. Every instinct to protect clashes with a feeling he refuses to name. None of it prepared them for what stirs between them. In a world of swords and blood, the fiercest battles are not fought with steel-but with the heart itself. - I never minded being on my own Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home To be where you are [REWRITE - previously 'I Am King'] [also posted on ao3]

"I'm about to take you back to church Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst?" Finan meets Uhtred's younger sister, Arden, who he swore was an angel walking who just so happened to be deadly with an axe. [𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧] [𝐓𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐-𝟓] [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞] [𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞]

Alfred's bastard meets Kjartan's bastard and they help each other to feel at peace with their existence. [𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜] [𝐓𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐-𝟑] [𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

She had lost everything she ever had; her name, title, family and home but had found something far greater in that new land. She found true love with a warlord's bastard son, a place to belong and was accepted as herself and a family who was loyal and true. She didn't want or need a crown or a life of luxury. She had everything.