"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯." urnotfictional ©

"You are a lady," Finan repeated again, a frown forming on his lips. "And I am no lord." He pulled away from her again, brushing past her to occupy himself with looking at the well that was in the center of the courtyard. "You do not need to be a lord for me to love you." ----------------------- Eawynn of Mercia, daughter of disgraced Lord Alfric, finds herself holed away in a nunnery with Gisela - Uhtred of Bebbanburg's future wife. There is no turning back once Uhtred comes back from the slavery forced upon him. Gisela takes Eawynn under her wing and makes Uhtred and his band of warriors swear to protect her as one of their own. There is one thing Eawynn knows she will always have. Faith. And maybe a certain Irishman, too. - Top ranks: 4 - #finantheagile 1/4/22; #1 3/22/22 1 - #osferth 1/21/22 1 - #danes 3/10/22 2 - #thelastkingdom 3/10/22; #1 3/11/22, 3/22/22

Silia had always been by her sisters side. Right from the beginning, born from the same womb. She had always mindlessly followed in the shadow of her sister, observing the chaos Skade left in her wake. That was until a Lord and his men intervened.

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Ealyn Oswynsdóttir was once the daughter of a great Northern Viking warrior-until war and captivity shattered her world. Years later, scarred but unbroken, she escapes Kjartan's grasp with her child and finds refuge among kin. When fate leads her to cross paths with Finan, the fierce yet kind Irish warrior of Uhtred Ragnarsson's group of misfits, Ealyn is drawn into a larger fight-one not just for land, but for freedom, loyalty, and hope. Choosing to follow Uhtred to Coccham, Ealyn settles in the growing village with her children and sisters by her side, seeking peace while war brews beyond the river. But peace is fleeting. With Uhtred's enemies closing in, Ealyn must decide if the life she wants is one she's willing to defend with blood.

In the heart of the Viking world, where gods walk among men and destiny is forged in the heat of battle, Yggdrasil Ivarsdottir's tale is one of power, vengeance, and survival. Born the daughter of Ivar the Boneless, a feared warlord, and a shieldmaiden touched by Freya herself, Yggdrasil is no ordinary woman. Trained in both the brutal art of war and the mystical ways of the gods, she carries a fire within her that cannot be extinguished. When a raid goes horribly wrong and she is captured by Christian forces, Yggdrasil endures unimaginable torment. Yet, even in captivity, her spirit remains unbroken. Freed by a kind-hearted warrior, she is taken in by a new family-but the gods are not finished with her. As her past collides with her future, Yggdrasil's journey will intertwine with her brother bounded without blood-Uthred. The blood of warriors calls to her, and the path to vengeance is long and fraught with danger. From the icy shores of Norway to the heart of Saxon lands, Yggdrasil will carve her name into history, with the might of the gods behind her-and a heart that beats for those she loves, and those she will fight for. Prepare for a story where myth meets the bloodied fields of war, and destiny is written in the flames of battle. This is the saga of a warrior born of mortals and gods, whose name will echo through the ages.

༺♰༻ 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

It started with a file. Then a name. Then a look that lingered a second too long. Whatever this is - it was never part of the plan.

Eawynn of Wessex, the younger sister of King Alfred, meets the rightful heir to Bebbanburg and doesn't know whether she wants to slap him or kiss him. [𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝] [𝐓𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏-𝟓] [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞] [𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

There are two types of slavery. Finan had experienced the physical kind; forced to work to the bone, tortured with labour day after day and given no name but his new occupation. Lyssa was a slave to marriage, to her husband, to the men in her life and she ached for freedom despite knowing that she was stronger than them all; that she could kill them with her sword. Finding her brother, Uhtred, the Dane-Slayer, was the plan. Finding Finan the Agile was not. In her was a kindness he longed for and him a now physical freedom that she dreamed of. Finan is running from a past and Lyssa, a present. What could they possibly find in each other that they could not create themselves? Finan the Agile x OC [Mid Season 2 - Seven Kings Must Die]