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]

"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,

Lay me down where the trees bend low. Put me down where the greenery stings. Finan the Agile / oc. The Last Kingdom. 2025 © bridalshowers cover by @freaklowden

༺♰༻ 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 a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend to you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak." - Bound together by more than their souls, James Barnes and Demetria Rogers burn for one another. A primal instinct inside of them, that claws and rips away at their sanity until they find each other. - Or - James and Demetria were always meant to be. In every universe, they find their way to each other, and in this one, it is no different. -

𝙎𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡, 𝙎𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠: 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨? #1 #avengers - 01/12/24 #1 #buckybarnes - 03/03/25

"Even after I activated the Winter Soldier, the first thing he wanted was her. That devotion, that loyalty-a bond like no other. Even after all of Hydra's brainwashing, he never forgot her. Aren't you the least bit curious as to why that is?"

Dr. Elena Cătălina Mirea is one of the world's most skilled trauma surgeons - a reputation that makes her invaluable to the wrong people. When HYDRA abducts her from her hospital, she is forced into a frozen nightmare deep in the Carpathian Mountains. Their demand is simple: repair their greatest weapon, the Winter Soldier. ‼️: This series is extremely dark, touching on graphic violence, psychological torment, and human suffering in all its forms. If you choose to read, proceed with caution.

-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲. -𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ━◦○◦━ Shamara Arousi used to be a supersoldier. But when she "Blipped," and returned, all who once controlled her were gone. So she fled to New York City where she could hide until she was certain Israel wasn't coming after her. Hide from everyone, even her friendly old, apartment landlady and especially the ex-military guy next door. Her strength faded. The drug that numbed her emotions faded. But something else took its place. Now, desperation drives her out of hiding, right to the soldier who is more like her than she initially thought. Shamara joins Bucky and Sam in their quest to find the source of the new supersoldiers, hoping to find a cure along the way. Yet with each passing day, she longs for more than survival. Nothing is certain. Shamara and Bucky know it better than most people. But are they willing to be scared and uncertain and still choose each other? (Set through the events of TFATWS. Trigger warning for light depictions of violence and PTSD symptoms.) Highest Ratings: #1 Black Panther #6 The Winter Soldier #9 Avengers Fanfiction

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ [ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴏᴄ] ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴀ-