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

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,

༺♰༻ 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. -

"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