Freya has always belonged to war. To blood. To blades. To the gods that never answered. But when Sihtric Kjartansson enters her life, she begins to wonder if there is more to living than surviving. And in a world where loyalty can be bought, broken, or buried, wanting something for herself may be the most dangerous choice she ever makes. (s2-5+seven kings must die)

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]

▐ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝘿𝙊𝙈. 𝐨𝐨𝐨．𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 dammed． ❝ 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝖽 ❞ ╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴀʀʏᴀ ᴜʜᴛʀᴇᴅsᴅᴏᴛᴛɪʀ uhtred Ragnarrsson bastard daughter fights alongside him in his cause to return to their rightful home and along the way accompanies the likes of the one they call baby monk ╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝ ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 【 𝘍𝘌𝘔! 𝘖𝘊 𝘹 𝘖𝘚𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘏 】 【 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘛 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘋𝘖𝘔 】 【 𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘞𝘖 － 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘋𝘐𝘌 】 【 𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 】 【 𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘖𝘕𝘌 】

Cwen of Bebbanburg had known death. It frequented her life more than she could say in a short amount of time. And yet life had taken its course when Uhtred, her brother, was taken from her and she was kept in Bebbanburg, in a home that did not feel like a home. As she grows, taking care of her cousin and surviving under her uncle, Cwen finds that she cannot survive for long as long as Aelfric feels threatened by Uhtred. It takes all the power she knows she does not have to find her brother and gain her freedom. (The Last Kingdom Season 1 - The Last Kingdom: Seven Kings Must Die)

REWRITING ✵ 'You will find me when you return, even if you're a thousand years late.' In which Lynette the bastard daughter of Ælfric is given to Earl Kjartan of Dunholm in hopes to keep some semblance of peace among the two Lords. Quiet and reserved Lynette kept to herself out of fear, always obeying and doing as told to do. Through the orchard of thorned flowers that is her mind Sihtric Kjartansson, the bastard and ignored son of Kjartan, managed to cut the thorns and make home between the foliage of mysteries that obscure her. ---- #1 in thelastkingdomfanfic #1 in sihtric #1 in uhtredragnarsson #4 in sihtrickjartansson #5 in tragiclovestory

"I am a Noble Lady of Cent. If you would like to incur the wrath of my father and of Wessex after you have killed me, go ahead." ☼ Finan x Fem. OC

"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,

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]