〚FEATURED〛 ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ "My pick-up lines are great." "Yeah, and I have a pet llama." "You do??" "No, idiot." ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Arc-en-ciel (n.): Rainbow He's the perfect example of a thundercloud. He's rude, grumbly, and frightening to most- ready to harshly rain down on anyone in his way. She's a human sunbeam, at best. She's the kind of person with a sunshine personality that everyone adores- bubbly, nearly always beaming, and looking to spread smiles. Working with your polar opposite might seem like the worst thing that could happen. But around every thundercloud's rain, there comes sunshine. And with the sun and rain, come rainbows. ⭒⭒⭒⭒⭒ Featured in Wattpad Teenfiction's 'Funny Bones' Reading list [no idea how that happened lol] [#1 in Adorable | 1# in Cute | 1# in LoveAtFirstSight } [#1 in BadBoy | 1# in Boyfriend| 1# in Fiction ] [#2 in GoodGirl | #2 in Romance] ©All rights reserved, available only on Wattpad [Cover images do not belong to me, all rights reserved by owners]

Jackie does not like surprises. Chaos is the enemy! The best way to get her successful, busy parents to notice her is to be perfect. The perfect look, the perfect grades--the perfect daughter. And then... Surprise #1: Jackie's family dies in a freak car accident. Surprise #2: Jackie has to move cross-country to live with the Walters-her new guardians. Surprise #3: The Walters have twelve sons. (Well, eleven, but Parker acts like a boy anyway) Now Jackie must trade in her Type A personality and New York City apartment for a Colorado ranch and all the wild Walter boys who come with it. Jackie is surrounded by the enemy--loud, dirty, annoying boys who have no concept of personal space. Okay, several of the oldest guys are flat-out gorgeous. But still annoying. She's not stuck-up or boring--no matter what they say. But proving it is another matter. How can she fit in and move on when she needs to keep her parents' memory alive by living up to the promise of perfect?

"Why do they call her the angel of death?" "Because when she has you in her grip, it's not the gods who decide your death, it's not them who write your destiny. It's her - the angel of death who decides how you die. That woman is made of both gods and monsters with the beauty of an angry storm over ocean waters. You can either love her or hate her." "Do you love her?" "I'd be the stupidest man on earth not to. But I'd also be telling lies if I said I wasn't terrified of her." 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍, 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘, 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 - 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒,

in which a dane kissed by the gods falls in love with a monk that only believes in one the last kingdom | osferth x oc only on wattpad dark mode & scroll suggested

"Perhaps I may let you live." She said, staring down at the man at the end of her sword. "Without your balls, perhaps," the Irishman chuckled at his joke, watching the scene unfold. Steele Ragnarsdóttir, the northern and southern white lady, walks in the shadows, purging those who dare to cross her path.A woman who travels with her adopted brother, Uhtred, is despised because of their Danish ways. Alongside her companions, she fights for her beliefs, destroying any wall that stands within their path. Can one bastard son melt the ladies' hearts, as they all say, or will another? Warning, there is heavy use of words and mature content. If you have read or watched TLK then you know. Definitely violence and blood mentioned in the story, you have been warned. This is my first story actually written. Definitely random thought turned into this so please enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own TLK nor do I own the TLK characters.

"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?

|| The Last Kingdom's Finan fanfiction || "A false witness shall not be unpunished, and he that speaketh lies shall perish." - Proverbs 19:9 Surrounded by thieves and liars, Alodie grew up to be the very same. Taught to use deception as a weapon, she believes she can achieve every set goal. So when she plants her trap, she doesn't expect to fall in it herself. And soon Alodie realizes she's not the only one playing that game of lies. ¡NOTE! **Story may contain: mature themes, cursing, violence** **All the characters (except for those that I made up), art and music used in the story do NOT belong to me. All credit goes to creators/owners of them. I just used them for creative non-profit purposes.** **English in not my first language so if there are any mistakes please tell me and I'll correct them.** **Updates may be slow and not the greatest but I'll try my best.** STARTED: 14 APR 2021 FINISHED: ONGOING

Then they took the sparks and burning embers that were flying about after they had been blown out of Muspellheimr, and placed them in the midst of the firmament both above and below to give light heaven and earth." Little stories featuring my favorite pairing. (Not released in chronological order because my inspiration is about as fleeting as my motivation) #iwillgodownwiththisship Most stories follow a certain storyline but there's a few that are meant to be read as a standalone(🗡)

She was a dream, the calm in the storm, since being a babe, the youngest of her siblings, Young Ragnar, Uhtred and Thyra. A girl much too gentle, her brothers would say. A girl just too pretty, her sister would giggle. And then it was all gone, up in flames, as she screamed with all the might she could for Young Ragnar and Uhtred. Tova Ragnarsdóttir, her name was, no matter how hard they tried to break her. [ THE LAST KINGDOM. ] [ FINAN/OC/SIHTRIC ]

Being King Alfred's bastard daughter would put Serene's life in danger if someone found out. Including herself. On her sixteenth birthday her mother had told her of her father. A week later Danes had attacked their village, making her watch as they all took a turn with her mother then slit her throat. After that the Danes took her in as their own. That was until Uthred of Bebbenburg had soon walked into her path. A Irishman along with him.