☆彡 ( SERPENTS TONGUE ) ⇝ a Finan The Agile fanfic THE LAST KINGDOM ( written by @winters0ldierr ) season 1-seven kings must die ( started re-writing 18th Feb 2026 ) ( COVER BY @evanschris- )

"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

"ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅꜱ-ᴀɴᴅ-ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ." The Last Kingdom Season One - Seven Kings Must Die Multiple Characters

❝𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍.❞ ⸻𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ as strikingly beautiful as the one she serves, Blythe soon becomes tangled with a quick witted cocky Irishman. I wanna be yours. - ARTIC MONKEYS 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑴 (𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑾𝑶-𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹) FINAN THE AGILE x FEM!OC written by 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻.

༺♰༻ 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]

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!

Part one of The Mórrigan's Wolf series, a The Last Kingdom Fanfic Series. Featuring Finan and a female OC Faoladhean is part of one of the last groups of traditional Picts who are struggling to maintain their autonomy as other kings rise and fall in the aim of creating a unified Alba (Scotland). After her traveling group is ambushed by Danes, Faoladhean is taken captive and brought to Northumbria to be given to a Danish earl. Determined to escape and return home to honor the oath she swore to protect her family, Faoladhean must decide whether her assumed destiny or the unknown is the path she will follow. Then she finds herself in the company of Uhtred and his men, farther from home than she'd ever dreamed. I do not own any rights or have any financial interest in the characters originally written in The Last Kingdom, nor any artwork shared within. Cross-posted from AO3