#Aethelred Drabble

[justanoasisimagines]

Escape plan

Summary; Aethelred can't take anymore so he decides he needs to move his family away. Pairing; Aethelred x Female Reader Wordcount; 592 A/N; Hey my lovelies, back with my hero for the day! I hope you're enjoying it so far. Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Aethelred stormed through the grounds teeth gritted, firsts clenched. He ignored the wary glances as people moved out of his way. He was in search of you. He needed to navigate the sea of people if he had hopes of finding you.

Meanwhile, you'd heard of Aethelred's foul mood. You brushed past many. Exchanging pleasantries as you went, while your eyes searched for your husband. The elderly woman pointed when you questioned them about his whereabouts.

It would have been helpful if someone could have given you a precise location. However as you moved around in search of Aethelred, he was moving to search for you too. Like two ships in the night, the two of you kept evading each other.

Eventually, you retreated towards your chamber. If Aethelred's couldn't find you. He would surely head there. With a quickened pace. You needed to know what bothered him so.

Pushing the large oak door open, you were relieved when you noticed Aethelred sitting in a chair by the fire. His head laid heavy in his hands.

"My love., what bothers you?" You crossed the room kneeling at his fee. Aethelred refused to look at you as you placed a tender touch on his knee.

The room lay to the sounds of the fire cackling and the soft murmur of conversations outside. Eventually, Aethelred glanced up at you.

"Do you love me?"

Taken back by Aethelred's question. You moved back, Aethelred saw the pain, flash across your face. "Do you question my feelings towards you? Have I not proven myself to you as a wife." Aethelred moved towards the edge of his seat, reaching out until his hand caught yours. "It is not that I question your feelings. I know that you love me. My heart yearns for you the same way. Nothing could come close…I needed to be certain." The gap between you was too far, Aethelred tugged you towards him, pulling you into his lap as he settled into the chair. Aethelred's hands found your hips as you got comfortable. He needed to remember to remain focused. He could get lost in you afterward. You were his tiny piece of heaven upon this earth. Aethelred licked his lips before he glanced down at the ring on your finger. The single most important piece of jewelry you owned.

"I cannot bear to continue going forward like this. Mother is playing her agenda to have Alfred as King. Undermining my parentage and my legitimacy. She will get what she wants." "What are you suggesting?" Aethelred pulled you ever closer your legs on either side of his as he brought his forehead to yours. "We leave. I don't care where. We'll find a place together to build up and put it on the map, but I will not stay here. One day soon, we'll be in danger." "Your mother wouldn't do that." "I will not put it past her. To have Alfred on the throne I would need to be gone and so would Aethelwulf. I will not risk our son on the belief my other wouldn't stoop so low." Aethelred hated seeing the panic in your eyes there was no point in attempting the truth. A flash of understanding past through your eyes. "When do we leave?" "Tonight."

[tobyregbocharacterfanfiction]

Cold Case.

TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, AND INFIDELITY.  DRUNKENNESS. MURDER.

Over a century ago your husband died an agonizing death. Detectives still to this day are floored by the case which has since gone cold. Now with Jack's return and his apparent blood rage. The wheels in your mind start turning as to what truly could have happened. You sit in front of the fireplace going through everything in your mind. Jack walks into the room, you quickly glance at him before talking.

You: The last time I saw my husband, he beat me so bad I lost consciousness. When I woke up the sun had just gone down and he was gone...I assumed he was doing what he always did. Storm out, go to a pub, and talk to other women before bedding them. Except for this time, he didn't come home the next morning.

Jack: (nervously) What happened?

You: Two days later they found his body just outside of town, deep inside the woods. Lying in a pool of blood. His blood. The police detectives told me it looked like he had been savagely attacked by an animal.

Jack stays silent

You: But the thing is my husband died in the middle of winter. Bears were in hibernation and mountain lions don't live in the area of the woods he was found in. And there were no gun or knife wounds on him. They never did figure out what killed him. His case quickly went cold. Now I wonder if it was a vampire that killed him. One with blood rage.

Jack: You think I killed him?

You: Did you?.... I'm not angry Jack, I just want to know the truth.

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

Jack: I saw you with him several different times walking down the street.

The way you looked. The way you were around him. I knew something was wrong. One day I followed you home and I saw him slap you across the face before you even walked through the front door. I should have killed him then and there, but I knew I had to wait. That last night I followed him to a pub and then to a woman's house in the country. I waited outside and when he walked out that's when I...afterward I dragged his body into the woods as far as I could go and I left him there.

You: Was Benjamin with you?

Jack: No.

You: And the woman he was with?

Jack: I didn't harm her. She was innocent. She didn't deserve to die.

You're tempted to ask why, but in your heart, you already know. You get up from where you're sitting and put your arms around him. He returns the gesture.

You: (softly) Thank You.

[holy3cake]

Lead us into temptation (Please, Lady)

Hi all! I've been working on this Eadith/Osferth drabble, I hope you enjoy this! If you do, please let me know if you'd like anymore! I haven't forgotten my Aethelbert boys either, I just wanted to share this too :)

Possibly will be 1/3 chapters!

After receiving her dismissal from Aethelflaed, Eadith felt as though she’d outlived her purpose. It was a tedious game trying to win favour with the royals, as she’d learnt by becoming Aethelred’s plaything. Aelfwynn and Aethelstan were extremely sweet children, and being in their company had piqued her interest in having children of her own. Alas, she knew she would not be destined for such a future, at least not yet, having to travel with Uhtred and his men after her punishment dealt by the Mercian Queen. But what surprised her the most was how safe she felt in their company, unlike so many men that would’ve easily used her as an object.

Aelswith rode alongside them, and even though she protested avidly against such vulgar conditions, her eyes betrayed her. Eadith could see that the widow also felt at ease, knowing that Uhtred would risk his life for her without a second thought, even though she had shown such disdain for him in the past. As their horses reached a suitable clearing, Eadith dismounted and gently ran her hands through her mare’s mane. She glanced at each man in turn, watching their intense expressions as they prepared to set up camp.

Uhtred assisted Stiorra as she came down from her horse, clearly worried by his daughter’s welfare. The concern was plastered across his face like an illness, bending his features into a furious frown. Even though he displayed his hard exterior to the world, Eadith could see into Uhtred’s fragile heart. His care was his pride, but he would not speak it out loud. He nurtured his family, even those that were not of his blood. Finan, Sihtric and Osferth were his men, and she had never seen such ferocious loyalty. It made her feel wistful, envious of such a bond.

Then there was Sihtric. A bold warrior with beautiful markings across his fingers, and eyes that could pierce your soul. His appearance was unnerving, frightening even. But Eadith was not scared, not when she’d seen his softness. Sihtric’s dark eyes always lit up when he spoke of his friends, practically melting when he looked at his family. She’d been embraced by him, smiling when his big arms enveloped her back. The scent of his skin was salty, a musk that must’ve enamoured many women before. Sometimes she wondered if his sweat would taste just as potent, and cursed herself for the thought.

Speaking of intrusive thoughts, her mind was just as equally fuelled by lust when she looked at Finan. Irish charm was no myth, and she admired the way the warrior seemed to laugh his way out of any situation. His humour was a lovely trait, and his smile could thaw the coldest heart. If there was ever any animosity in the atmosphere, Finan’s presence always offered a comical reprieve, and she was intensely grateful for that. Eadith had shared heated glances with both Sihtric and Finan, the dusky orbs shaking her to the core. But there was one man that refused to meet her gaze and she was intrigued, drawn to him just as much if not more than the other men.

Osferth was a fascinating man. Baby monk, as he was affectionately named by his family. He was shy and dutiful, bumbling around with a red face whenever someone chided him. His quaint behaviours and piety was to be admired, but Eadith sensed intimacy lurking beneath the surface. It was his bashful nature that led her to believe that he was hiding something, perhaps a deep, searing need to be seen. The other men were often boastful of their conquests, whereas the monk seemed to be ignored and overlooked. Eadith had no idea why, when he was such a beautiful man. It wasn’t beauty alone, Osferth was intensely striking, his intricate features were unique and singular. Whether it was his soft cerulean eyes, or the subtle slope of his strong nose, Eadith couldn’t be sure where her attraction formed. It could’ve been the knife edge of his sculpted chin, or his bright bronze ruffles, but she suspected it was a combination of everything.

However, it wasn’t his appearance that held her back from approaching him. She’d been so sharp with him over Aelfwynn, she was certain that he would not welcome her advances. He hadn’t spoken to her for days, and she missed the sweet cadence of his gentle voice. With a shrug, she headed to the waterfall to bathe, hoping that an opportunity might present itself. She didn’t know that her night would end up in pristine pleasure.

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[hecohansen31]

Hello,darling!!!😊 Can i request 11. "Sit on my face immediately."60. "Your tongue? Incredible. 10/10, would recommend." from the nsfw list with Aethelred??! Pleeeease?? I need my fix of Aethelred!!!😆🤭😏

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex, Mention of Fight and Family Issues.

“Come here” you mumbled annoyedly at Aethelred’s antics.

That big cat of your boyfriend had been holding a grudge against you since the start of your fight, which had happened this morning, after his phone had blew up with an extremely horrible notification.

You hadn’t meant to involve yourself in his family’s business, but you felt like he might need a second point of view, in this case.

Aethelred had been complaining about how Alfred had always been the family’s favorite,

It wasn’t Alfred’s fault that he was Ecberth’s favorite, because you could say that this brother’s rivalry was taking quite the toll also on him.

But if you had to blame somebody, it would have for sure been Judith, that woman being quite the cunning one, pushing Alfred in front of Ecberth, meanwhile she held back Aethelred, something that had always made the older brother stick in the shadows.

‘… and it isn’t so bad to sit in the shadows’ you had commented confronting Aethelred that morning, knowing fully well how much of a toll the entire family business was for Alfred, since the poor boy looked like he had suddenly aged up, since he had taken over the York corporation ‘… we wouldn’t have for sure met if you had been in your brother’s place’.

You had met Aethelred in a club in Ireland, a few years ago, meanwhile working there as a bartender, the smart young boy searching a part-time job, as he finished his studies.

And Alfred was prepared to become Ecberth’s heir.

Aethelred worked alongside you at that time, and it didn’t take you long to realize that you had a slight crush on your lovely coworker, and on your last shift together, with a bit of tequila and a huge amount of vodka, you had confessed to him your feelings, discovering from his bourbon tasting mouth that he felt the exact same.

You had then moved onto transferring in London with him, when he had finished his master there, finding a quick job, meanwhile he started working beside Alfred, although as he always said: ‘it was more beneath Alfred’.

You knew it bothered him, and you understood it, because siblings’ rivalry were something that always always existed in families, even the best ones (which Aethelred’s wasn’t) and they were tough on the people that didn’t get the ‘lucky part’.

But they couldn’t simply blame the favorite sibling when it was a corrupted system from the start.

They could simply focus on better things, such as the relationships in which they were involved.

“Fuck off” your boyfriend muttered as he reassumed his ‘emo phase’, facing away from you on the opposite site of your uncomfortable sofa “… I don’t want to hear another lesson on why this isn’t all fucking Alfred’s fault”.

“But it isn’t!” it almost felt childish to fight like this “… listen… I do understand how you feel… but plotting with other corporations to bring Alfred down won’t help you in the slightest”.

The messages you had found in Aethelred’s phone when you had used it this morning, since yours was dead, proved that Aethelred had been trying to contact other corporations, corporations that were rivals to Alfred’s one.

At first, you hadn’t thought much of it: in the end, you were the first one that would have been happy if Aethelred got away from the toxic environment that his family was involved in.

But you saw nothing good coming from him selling secrets to rivalling corporations, which was what he was agreeing to doing in the messages.

“… again, kindly fuck off” he muttered, as he faced completely away from you “… if somebody heard you speaking like that, they’d think that you were screwing Alfred and not me”.

And that certainly got to you.

And although you knew that Aethelred was speaking from the bottom of his deep insecurity of Alfred constantly being better than him, you couldn’t stand it anymore, and quickly slumped down the couch till you were right in front of him, pushing his face to turn to yours.

“Say something like that again, and no matter what, I’ll fucking leave you, Aethelred” his deep blue eyes, suddenly felt almost as if they had been pierced, as his pupils opened completely for the surprise at your words “… I understand that it fucking sucks that your mother is a bitch and I understand that deep down you feel like you aren’t the best thing I have ever had in my life because you aren’t Alfred…”.

You had certainly hit a nerve, with the way he tried to move away, from you, almost a fish caught in your web.

“… you can’t fucking understand” he tried to retort, pushing himself away, but you gripped tightly his arms, as his face shot up to meet yours.

“… I do, instead”.

You had been in the same situation as Aethelred over and over, pushed and turned by your family.

You had told so Aethelred, since it had been one of the main reason, why you had been happy to escape Ireland.

“… and I don’t think that getting your revenge over them will solve anything” because it would have just destroyed him, you could already see some signs of it, with the way he was constantly nervous and tired, aching desperately for a bit of relief.

In the end, even though he wouldn’t have admitted it, he loved deeply Alfred.

And hurting him, would have bene like hurting himself.

“If you want to get away from the family business, let me tell you, I will be beside you every step of the way” you explained, softening your tone, as you released Aethelred’s hands “… but I won’t stand here, meanwhile you destroy them and you, Aethelred”.

And gently you pushed him closer, hugging him to your chest, as he let himself be brought close to you, enjoying the warmth of your soft body, and there he cried, meanwhile you comforted him, cooing softly and pushing his soft hair behind.

“… I love you, Aethelred” you softly whispered to him “… you are the sole one that makes me truly happy, although you are a big big pouty beast”.

That gained a soft laugh from your beast, as he finally managed to face you again, laying a soft kiss on your nose.

“… what would I do without you” he commented softly, as he brought you onto his laps, meanwhile you tried to collect his tears with a few tissues, his eyes looking even more beautiful, as they were matched with a tight smile “… and let me tell you: sit on my face immediately, whenever you are angry you are ten times hotter”.

You knew that Aethelred was trying to shift attention away from himself, still unused to show such a vulnerability to you and you allowed him, gently leading him to your shared room, as the sound of soft laughs were soon interrupted by gentle moans and breaths.

You both found yourself again, meanwhile you tried to let Aethelred know that you loved him.

You did, truly and with every ounce of your being.

Once the deed was done, you soon found yourself muttering:

"Your tongue? Incredible. 10/10, would recommend” meanwhile your lover giggled, as he brought you closer to himself, caressing softly your back and you stared at him lightly pushing your elbows over his chest.

“Are you saying this to inflate my ego?” he joked, meanwhile you moved to lay a peaceful kiss on his plump lips, tasting still a bit of yourself, as your hands went to ruffle his hair.

“I would never… your ego is already big enough” you commented softly, with a smirk on your face.

“… my ego seemed to be more than simply big enough, a few minutes ago” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes, as you immediately softened your smirk, letting out a breathy sigh, as you brushed your legs together.

“This is the Aethelred that I love” you muttered, as you laid a few kisses on his chest “… the one that never lets the perfect occasion for an innuendo go”.

A kiss on his collarbone took him by surprise:

“… that one that never ever fails to make me laugh”.

The kiss on his Adam’s apple, made him stiffen as everything in your body awoke again:

“… the one that no matter what always listen to my rants and then offers me the best wisdom somebody could have ever given to me”.

The one on his chin was welcomed by a soft laugh:

“… the one that I love more than anything in this world”.

The one on his lips tasted of tears.

But you knew they were happy tears this time.

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[iwritecharacterstories]

[honestsycrets]

Saxons

For King and Country

Warnings: None.

Summary: His mother insists that he leaves Reader to Alfred.

Sequel: Run away

His Child

➳ angst || alfred x reader, brother!ubbe x reader || tw: none

❝ She knows that she won’t be with Alfred. Even when her brother tries to stop her, she won’t stop.  ❞

Always a First

Warnings: NSFW

Summary: Heathen!Reader falls pregnant after a one-night stand with Alfred. Her brothers aren’t happy about that.

What’s Gotten Into You?

II. III.

⇢ oneshot || alfred x reader || tw: alfred smut, that’s all it is, creampies, angry!alfred.

Summary: the reader has an unexpected visitor

Words of a Queen

⇢ oneshot || alfred x reader || tw: childbirth

Summary: reader never imagined having to go through guards to find her lover. especially not during childbirth.

Reminisce 

⇢ modern || alfred x reader || tw: slightly creepy brothers, mention of breakup, jealousy if you read behind the lines, 

Summary: seeing the reader bothered by Ragnarssons, Alfred steps in to take care of her.

Tied in a Blue Ribbon

Summary: (Y/N) lives in a boarding school with her brothers. Her family bears criminal ties, making it difficult for her to date. But she’s fallen from Alfred, whom is from a rival family. Her lover Hvitserk makes such love impossible.

Time for Dessert

Summary: Your King has been neglectful. You settle it over dinner.

Should’ve, Would’ve

Summary: Your King forgets to tell you of his arranged marriage.

Better Off

Summary: After King Alfred forgets to tell you of his arranged marriage, you leave.

It’s just a Kiss

Summary: You’ll supply Alfred troops. For his firstborn, that is.

Bittersweet

Summary: Dark!Alfred can’t help the need to purify his Ubbe’s daughter figure.

Love Alphabet

Healing

Bishop Heahmund x Reader x Ivar

Warnings: NSFW, religious themes

Synopsis: Reader seeks a cure from Heahmund, whom she deems has enchanted her.

Blithe

Warnings: None

Summary: It wasn’t his intent to fall in love with a heathen, but he did. Now he has to pray for their sins and salvation.

[issadoragreen]

Handsy

Little drabble for my dearest @ofmanderley , from a little chat we had last night where Hvitserk offers to be less annoying in exchange for attention, but what else is new?

Set in the Frankia au, where Aethelred and Hvitserk meet while Rollo is count, after his little adventure in the Mediterranean.

“Hvitserk-“ Aethelred huffed, clear eyes wide and eyebrows to his hairline as he rounded the oaken desk with long strides, Hvitserk’s teasing smile in front of him.

There were days when these little antics amused him; the Viking had invited him in from the moment he stepped into his uncle’s court, all tilted smiles and dangerous eyes, strolling around as if he owned everything in the place. He had all but forced a place for himself in Aethelred’s rooms and heart, and the prince had found that he didn’t mind it when his unlikely companion would barge into his rooms and force him listen to whatever silly thing had caught his attention for the day, playing with his books and grabbing any trinket he might get his anxious hands on.

Aethelred didn’t mind. Mostly. Usually.

Except for today.

Today, Hvitserk had chosen to be annoying.

Aethelred rounded on him, stared at the Viking with all the might he could summon as crown prince of Wessex, praying to God almighty that he would maybe, maybe not act like a child for once and do as he was told. All the while, his friend smiled like a cat with cream, and every war lesson he had had in his life told Aethelred this was some sort of trap.

The prince hummed, leaning forward. His arms on either side of Hvitserk, hands on his hips, thumbs finding skin under the clean shirt Hvitserk wore to draw gentle circles. Eye to eye. One of them had to lead by example and be civil, after all.

“Give that back, now. I will even let you stay.”

“Give what back, huh?”

“The letter, Hvitserk. Give it back before you ruin it with your pagan hands.”

“You like my pagan hands,”

“Yes, I do. But not on my letters,” Especially when they were barely dry oh Lord.

“And where,” Hvitserk started, voice a purr, head tilted, “Do you like my hands on, prince Aethelred?”

Green eyes looked down, to Aethelred’s pink tongue as he wet his lips. The prince knew, then, that he could turn this into a victory for himself.

“Shall we find out, prince Hvitserk?”

[aadmelioraa]

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm fic can be found HERE

Drabbles and Ficlets (>1k)

Monster of Mercia (Aethelred & Aldhelm, Canonverse)

Question (Aethelred x Aldhelm, Canonverse)

Tiresome (Aethelred x Aldhelm, Canonverse)

Apprentice (Beocca & Uhtred, Star Wars AU)

The Novice (Osferth & Skade, Canonverse)

Angel (Hild x Uhtred, Canonverse)

Protection (Alfred x Aelswith, Canonverse)

Breath (Eadith x Eardwulf, Canonverse)

Whisper (Hild x Iseult, Modern AU)

Apology (Eadith x Osferth, Modern AU)

Things Unsaid (Brida x Skade, Canonverse)

Threat (Bride x Skade, Canonverse)

Forgiveness (Brida & Thyra, Canonverse)

Allies (Aldhelm x Erik, 18th century AU)

Oneshots: Assorted Characters and Ships

Merry + Bright (Osferth & Cookham Squad, Osferth & Aethelflaed, Osferth x OFC, rated T, Modern AU, 2.1k)

Holiday Fun with Osferth and the Coccham Crew.

Darkest Night of the Year (Iseult x Skade, rated G, Modern AU, 2.5k)

Skade totally doesn't have a crush on her flatmate. And Iseult totally doesn't suspect she does. Right?

Home Again (Aelswith x Alfred, rated T, Canonverse, 1k)

Aelswith and Alfred reconcile after returning to Winchester.

Shelter (Hild x Uhtred, rated G, Canonverse, 1.3k)

A moment on the road between Hild and Uhtred.

Spark (Hild x Iseult, rated T, Modern AU, 1.9k)

It's the coldest weekend of the year and Hild loses heat in her apartment. Fortunately her downstairs neighbor is around to keep her company.

Repercussions (Alfred x Uhtred, Alfred & Osferth, rated T, Historical AU, 2.3k)

After working with him for two years, Alfred is nearly used to the trouble Uhtred will cause in a day. This time, however, Uhtred has outdone himself.

Wild Violets (Aethelflaed x Eadith, rated M, Victorian AU, 2.4k)

Trapped in a life as Aethelred’s mistress, Eadith finds herself curious about his wife Aethelflaed's romantic inclinations.

Negotiation (Aldhelm x Erik, rated E, Canonverse, 1.8k)

The Lady of Mercia's ill-fated affair with Erik Thurgilson ended years ago; now her army often finds itself opposite his in battle. After a skirmish, when Aldhelm proposes terms for negotiation with his lady's former lover, the diplomatic solution takes a surprising form.

Safe (Aethelflaed x Erik, rated E, Modern AU, 3.9k)

Aethelflaed has never found the idea of being tied up very appealing--until she's almost six months pregnant, that is. Erik takes a little bit of convincing, but only a very little.

Satisfaction (Gisela x Hild x Finan, rated M, Canonverse, 2.7k)

Does Finan get laid? Very possibly. Does he know how to take his time and deliver on the big game he talks? Probably not. Out of the goodness of their hearts, Gisela and Hild show Finan how it's done.

Mending (Gisela x Uhtred, rated E, Canonverse, 1.7k)

Gisela and Uhtred have reunited, but it takes some time for them to truly find their way back to each other.

Practice (Aethelred x Aldhelm, rated T, Canonverse, 1.2k)

Young Aethelred and Aldhelm discuss their plans for the future.

Heavy Lies the Crown (Aethelflaed x Aethelred x Aldhelm, rated E, Canonverse, 3.5k)

Aethelred initiates a threesome to discipline Aethelflaed and Aldhelm for their disobedience. Naturally, it doesn’t go exactly the way he envisions it.

A New Arrangement (Eadith x Aethelflaed x Aldhelm, rated E, Victorian AU, 4.9k)

When Aethelflaed invites Eadith to stay with her and Aldhelm in London, Eadith finds herself increasingly jealous of Aldhelm—and perhaps of Aethelflaed too.

The Other Woman (Aethelflaed x Eadith, rated T, 1950s AU, 2.4k)

When Eadith began her affair with Aethelred the last thing she expected was his wife to enlist her help divorcing him.

The Royal Treatment (Edward x Eadgifu, rated M, Canonverse, 800 words)

Set during 5x08. Edward is distressed. Luckily his wife is by his side to provide comfort and guidance.

According to Plan (Aethelred x Aldhelm, rated M, Canonverse, 1.5k)

Aethelred is difficult to manage of late. But it's nothing Aldhelm isn't prepared to handle. After all, he has plenty of practice.

Longer Works

Something Wretched, Something Precious (Aethelflaed x Aldhelm, Aethelflaed x Aethelred, Aethelflaed x OFC, rated E, 92k, Canonverse, Fic Complete) 

When Aethelflaed is abducted by Aethelred she's faced with an unexpected choice: return home to marry the Danish warlord to whom her father betrothed her, or accept her captor's proposal and become Lady of Mercia. Aethelred is handsome and charming, and the political power the Lady of Mercia has historically wielded makes his offer irresistible. But before long, her new husband reveals his true nature and begins to threaten Aethelflaed and anyone close to her. Struggling to survive Aethelred’s cruelty, Aethelflaed finds an unlikely ally in Aldhelm, her husband’s one-time confidant. Where Aethelred is hot-headed and vindictive, Aldhelm proves himself loyal and trustworthy. With Aldhelm's aid, Aethelflaed begins to assert personal and political power as she carefully manipulates her husband. After a violent confrontation Aethelred demands she produce an heir, and Aethelflaed turns to the only person she can.

Carry Me Slowly (Aldhelm x Erik, rated E, 5k+, Modern AU WIP) 

When Aldhelm’s best friend dies suddenly, leaving behind a newborn daughter with no other family to claim her, he’s devastated. The prospect of raising an infant is daunting enough without the complications grief brings. When Aelfwynn's father Erik shows up after a year-long absence, Aldhelm is first forced to reckon with his own coping mechanisms, and then with his changing opinion of the other man. Erik, desperate to be in Aelfwynn’s life, hides parts of his past that might threaten his burgeoning relationship with his daughter, but regrets that decision the more intertwined his life becomes with Aldhelm's. As Erik and Aldhelm build a non-traditional family unit, their tentative friendship evolves into something more.

The Confidant (Aethelflaed x Aldhelm x Erik, rated E, 60k+, Modern AU WIP)

It’s Aldhelm’s first year teaching at Wessex College, an elite secondary school. Aware of the school’s prestigious reputation, he's done his best to prepare for the challenge. But when Aldhelm notices one of his students struggling, he finds himself drawn into her life in ways he would never have expected.

Peace-Weaver (Erik x OFC, rated M, 3k+, Canonverse WIP)

Erik agrees to marry a Saxon noblewoman in hopes of establishing peace and stability for himself and the men who follow him. Maintaining a marriage is sure to be an easy endeavor compared to the political savvy which will be required of him to fulfill his side of the alliance. Or so he thinks.

[balmacedapascal-archive]

the warrior’s nephew | the last kingdom drabbles

summary: leofric had never been one to consider treason, at least not till his sister came home pregnant with a prince’s bastard. a/n: this is just a little drabble because i’m still sad we missed out on seeing leofric being an uncle to osferth. this is my first attempt writing for the last kingdom and my first time really writing anything historical so like be gentle. i hope somebody likes this. 

Never in his life had Leofric been able to understand how a man could betray his lord, how he could commit treason and wish harm upon the man he served. Then he came home to his sister crying on her bed, managing to tell between sobs how she was with child and how she’d been dismissed from duties serving Lady Ealswith and how the bastard in her belly was the prince’s seed. Then he understood how a man could forget his vows and commit some of the most treason acts. It took every ounce of his control to keep from storming in the palace and running their beloved prince through with his sword. Though in truth, it was Eadgyth that stilled his hand. As much as he’d love to see Alfred dead for doing this, his love for his sister meant more and he dared not leave her when she needed him most. So treason was forgotten and he continued his duties as a brother and a soldier. And when the boy was born with no father to hold him in the moments after his birth, Leofric was the one to take him, swaddled up in a blanket by the midwife and fussing at being taken from his mother. After a few minutes, the baby settled and fell asleep as his uncle rocked him. The happy look on Eadgyth’s tired face and the sight of the innocent boy in his arms was enough to calm his anger towards the prince. As long as both of them were healthy and safe, as long as they were happy, he could keep himself from trying to kill the man. 

The boy was named Osferth and by the time he could walk properly he’d taken to chasing after his uncle with a curious nature every chance he got. While there were plenty of times his duties took him away from Winchester, whenever he found himself at home the little boy followed him like an eager duckling. Always asking questions of his travels, wanting to know where he had been and who he had met and what the world was like outside of Winchester. Leofric had never been much of a storyteller but he did his best for the boy. At night, he’d come to spend time with his sister and the boy, telling him stories by the fire while Eadgyth mended clothes for coins and earning himself a few smacks when the tales drifted to something she felt Osferth was too young to hear. And from what he could tell the boy had no concerns of the fact that it was his uncle that was there to tuck him into bed rather than his father. There were whispers - there were always whispers when you were this close to the nobles - but from what he could tell none of those whispers reached little Osferth’s ears. Not so long as he was there to scare away anyone who might dare call the boy bastard to his face. 

He was seven the first time he learned anything of origins, though Leofric wished it had taken longer. In the years since his birth, Eadgyth had kept her distance from the royal family of Wessex, letting herself fade into the lives of the smallfolk and keeping herself content with the quiet life she shared with her son. But when Aethelred died all too soon after the Battle of Ashdown, the whispers switched and soon there was talk of the king’s bastard living next door to an alehouse. And when Leofric came home after a day of training with the warrior Dane the king had brought into the fold, he found the boy sitting out front as he had many times before. But this time he didn’t want stories of excitement or adventure. This time he wanted the name of his father, the name of the man he’d never met or heard anyone speak of. When Leofric stayed silent too long, Osferth spoke up again and wanted to know if what he’d heard was true and that he had been Alfred’s firstborn. This story was not a long one, not one filled with details to entertain the boy, and when he was finished saying all he would on the matter Osferth didn’t stay to ask him for any more stories.

A week later and Leofric wished for nothing more than to have his nephew chasing after him for attention and tales. So when the boy followed him down the little street after they had broken their fast, asking questions about the warrior Dane he had been working with, Leofric had been more than happy to give the boy as many stories as he desired, stories of swords and battle and adventure that made him look up in wonder. 

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Hi! 😊 I was looking through your masterlist but couldn’t find an older Ivar drabble/s that I’m pretty sure you did! It was about him stopping by your house to drop off/pick up your two babies, and you’re separated, and you’re supposed to have dinner with Aethelred but Ivar is still being possessive even though he’s dating someone else and you end up having sex on the couch. I hope that sounds familiar! Thank you!

Hey love!! It’s called Crave: Honey Trap!!! And it is me!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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I know, I know, it's passed the time, but man, I'm still so full of things to make hahaha I don't want to postpone this anymore! 

I reached the mark of 2000 followers thanks to you guys and I couldn't be more happy to share this with you! We made a poll and you guys decided that we should celebrate this with Drabbles! So, I decided to bring back the prompt lists I used in my last celebrations because they have lots of prompts unused yet and I want to give you guys the chance to have new scenes or ask for new characters! So, let's go!!

Rules are simple:

1. 1 or 2 prompts per request. No more! 

2. Do not forget to send me the character you want to see! The characters I'll be writing for in this drabble celebration will be: - All the Ragnarssons from Björn to Ivar; - For the Saxon team: Alfred and Aethelred - The old school boys Ragnar and Harald Finehair -  And the girls Gunnhild, Lagertha, Torvi, Ingrid, and Aslaug Obs: If you don't choose a character in your request then I'll choose for you! Obs²: If you want a male reader, mention it in your request!

3. Do not forget to mention which prompt your choices are from: DP for Drabble Prompt List and NSFW for the NSFW Prompt List. You can choose one prompt from each list and combine them in a single request. Just don't forget to name where are they from! 

I'll be posting the requests as soon as they're ready! Requests will be closed on May 1st!

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Heroes versus Villians October Event

Hey lovelies, throughout the month of October, I'll be posting twice a day for a hero and a Villian. Below is the list of what's going to be posted.

1st October - Neville Longbottom (Blurb) & Aemond Targaryen (Blurb) 2nd October - Podrick Payne (Blurb) & Victor Zsasz (Gotham) 3rd October - Elijah Mikealson (Drabble) & Charles Vane (Headcanon) 4th October - Steve Rogers (Love Letter) & Clay Morrow (Love Letter) 5th October - Neal "Baelfire" Cassidy (Headcanon) & Phillip Graves (Headcanon) 6th October - Alex Keller (Love Letter) & Rollo (Blurb) 7th October - Harwin Strong (Headcanon) & Ramsay Bolton (Drabble) 8th October - Bruce Wayne (Drabble) & Kraven the Hunter (Headcanon) 9th October - Aethelred (Drabble) & Tom Riddle (Blurb) 10h October - Captain James Flint (Blurb) & Niklaus Mikealson (Headcanon) 11th October - Daryl Dixon (Blurb) & Negan (Headcanon) 12th October - Viktor Krum (Blurb) & George "Digger" Harkness (Drabble) 13th October - Captain John Price (Headcanon) & Cormac McLaggen (Drabble) 14th October - David Hale (Drabble) & Gaston (Drabble) 15th October - Clint Barton (Headcanon) & Aegon II Targaryen (Drabble) 16th Drabble - Gwayne Hightower (Blurb) & Miguel Galindo (Love Letter) 17th October - Adrian Chase (Blurb) & The Joker *Heath Ledger" (Love Letter) 18th October - The Beast (Headcanon) & Vladimir Makarov (Headcanon) 19th October - Alden (Love Letter) & Ceasar Martinez (Drabble) 20th October - Stefan Salvatore (Drabble) & John Walker (Headcanon) 21st October - Johnny "Coco" Cruz (Blurb) & Ivar the Boneless (Blurb) 22nd October - August Wayne Booth (Love Letter) & Troy Otto (Blurb) 23rd October - Ragnar Lothbrok (Blurb) & Damon Salvatore (Headcanon) 24th October - Theon Greyjoy (Love Letter) & Rumplestiltskin (Love Letter) 25th October - Bucky Barnes (Headcanon) & Criston Cole (Drabble) 26th October - Rick Flag (Love Letter) & Koing (Love Letter) 27th October - Simon "Ghost" Riley (Love Letter) & Killian Jones (Drabble) 28th October - Dewey Riley (Headcanon) & Billy Loomis (Blurb) 29th October - John Dorie (Drabble) & Viserys Targaryen (Drabble) 30th October - Matthias Helvar (Love Letter) & Baron Helmut Zemo (Blurb) 31st October - Robert "Bob" Floyd (Blurb) & Stu Macher (Headcanon)

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Masterlist

Vikings

Halfdan

A Birthday Encounter 

A Birthday Visit

A Stormy Birthday

Third Birthday’s A Charm

One Last Wish

Harald

Heartless : Chapter I - Chapter II - Chapter III -

Chapter IV - Chapter V - Chapter VI  - Chapter VII

Vampire Charming

New Year’s Eve at the Office

A Gift for Daddy: Chapter I

A Birthday Visit

In the Hands of the Gods

A Royal Night

Gratulerer med dagen

In Bed with the King (Drabble)

Hvitserk

Playing with little devils: Chapter I   Chapter II

The more, the better

A Royal Night

Jealous, You Say ?

The Wallflower : Part I

Home (WIP)

Ivar

Childhood Memory

Unrated Truth or Dare: Chapter I - Chapter II

A matter of belongings

Some Ivar TLC

Deceived

Mine: Part I

Dreams, Dreams, Dreams

Aethelred

The Northern Princess

Twilight

Leah x Embry

New Year’s Kiss

Harry Potter

Draco

The Enslaved Witch

Chris Evans Characters

Lloyd Hansen

The Wound Licker

Kissable Lips (Drabble)

Ransom Drysdale

At your service (WIP)

500 Followers Drabble Celebration (Vikings, Harry Potter, Good Girls)

Sebastian Stan Characters

Nick Fowler

Trouble in paradise (Drabble) Sequel: The Proposal (WIP)

A Deal With the Devil 🆕

Tom Hiddleston Characters

Jonathan Pine

Soft to the touch (Drabble) 🆕

Husband's orders 🆕

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Can anyone send in any Requests for Vikings?

I can be Alphabets, Headcanons, Drabbles, Imagines, Preferences. It can also be either SFW or NSFW. 

The character I would be willing to write for are; 

>Ivar  >Ubbe  >Hitvserk  >Bjorn  >Sigurd  >Ragnar  >Floki  >Rollo  >Harold  >Halfdan  >Aethelwulf >Bishop Heahmund >Athelstan >King Horik >Alfred >Aethelred

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Hello love!!! I need to request a part two to the downtown abbey Aethelred!! With the prompts “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” and “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” if you want to 😊 Thank you so so much, I am utterly in love with part one! 💕 I hope you have fun writing!! 🥰

WARNINGS: Mention of Class Differences, Prejudices, Bad Friends, Slight Mention of Smut (and slight Exhbitionism!).

An entire year had passed since you had married lord Aethelred, becoming an official lady, after you had served as a maid over at Downtown Abbey.

The road to arrive to your marriage hadn’t been smooth in the slightest.

At first Judith had threatened to disinherit her older son, backed up by Ecberth, who was unhappy of the unlucky match his grandchild had made, but Aethelwulf had been on yours and his son’s side, fighting dirty for the opposing part to come to a deal, which would diminish Aethelred’s title and fortune, but would allow him to make you marry him and not abandon his family.

When you had discovered the deal you had tried to run away, not wanting to be the weight that held Aethelred down from his own dreams and goals, but the man, himself, had held you in his arms till you stopped ranting, telling you that every dream he had was now shared with you.

He couldn’t look at the future without seeing you in it, beside him.

And although Judith and Ecberth had been completely opposing to you, Aethelwful had been quite accepting, more than happy to sponsor your wedding, and your beloved lady Sybil had brought you, as a surprise, your wedding dress, simple but effective.

And it had for sure stolen Aethelred’s breath away when you had walked in.

Now a year later, after three months spent getting away from Aethelred’s annoying family and only enjoying your wifely duties on your lovely honeymoon.

And you were the happiest of the brides, enjoying your husband’s affections and the newlyweds’ life.

But when you went back home…

… that was a completely different question.

Although some people had been quite supporting of your relationship with Aethelred, his friends weren’t, in the slightest.

They didn’t voice their ‘concerns’ at Aethelred, but they for sure had a lot of mean glares sent your way, as they laughed lightly at every misstep you did, such as maybe being gentler than they were to the maids and butlers of the house or wearing a dress two times in the row, without worrying about how unglamorous it would have been.

You had tried your best to change some of your ways, even talking with Sybil and her sisters, when they came to visit, because although Mary could be quite harsh, they were the most honest people you had ever invited in your new house.

You had done everything in order to be more accepted, although you just couldn’t change some part of your personality, but Aethelred’s friends could still be quite mean, enough that you had stopped hanging with him in the nights in which he’d either go out to dinner with them or they’d come at your house, finding an excuse in either visit his brother Alfred or Downtown.

Aethelred had soon noticed your uneasiness, blaming at first on the years of trying to pass unnoticed, but slowly it had started becoming a rather troublesome problematic, mostly because he enjoyed spending time together.

But everytime he proposed any fun outside activities, you’d come up with an excuse.

He almost felt like you spent more time with brother than with him.

And it was truly driving him crazy.

That night he had been able to push you to join him at the theatre since you were extremely looking forward to the play they’d be having, and Aethelred had been complimenting you for your outfit the entire time you had spent on the ride to the theater, certainly pushing you in a good mood.

And the play was as beautiful as you had heard, unlike Aethelred’s friend, who spent the entire break commenting on the awfulness of the actors and how silly the entire plot was.

Their loud laughs and harshness made you, for once, react to them, as you commented on how you were actually enjoying the play and would like to stay for also the second part, as Aethelred backed you up.

‘… we shouldn’t have expected any less’ commented a woman of Aethelred’s friend group, Kathryne, a redhead beauty who was old money and had married as such ‘… what else would be expected by somebody with such low taste’.

And she had sent a quick look at the dress that you had made for yourself, certainly not as glamorous as hers, but pretty and something in which you felt comfortable.

You immediately lowered your head, your hold on Aethelred’s hand loosening, as you felt him going stiff against you, glaring at Kathryne and asking for an apology on your behalf, which didn’t seem in the slightest heartfelt, but you accepted it, hoping to move on with your night.

But Aethelred’s friends didn’t allow that.

‘But Kathryne is right…’ commented another friend, Reginald, a lord with not enough money but an ego that made up for his lack of richness ‘… the show is boring, so we could just hop onto the club or casino’.

And all the Aethelred’s friends’ voices came onto you, overwhelming enough that you moved away, returning to your reserved booth, expecting Aethelred to come back only to explain that he’d join his friends, but as he did come back, he sat down with an angry scowl on his face.

“… are you not going to join them?” you replied shyly, as Aethelred’s hands reached out for you “… I can take a taxi back to our house or you can come here when the piece is finished, you don’t have to stay here, if you don’t want to…”.

“No no” he shook his head, suddenly relaxing a bit as he came to face you with a softer smile “… I wouldn’t go anywhere with those people, and I’ll make sure not to see them anymore, after tonight”.

“… but they are your friends!” you tried to protest, knowing that although you found no fun with them, because of their constant shaming that made you feel like you weren’t enough for Aethelred, your husband still enjoyed their presence.

“They aren’t” he commented tightly, hissing through his teeth, as if it was a closed discourse “… they insulted you! I should have noticed earlier, but I thought they’d just… warm up to you…”.

“I am not worth you breaking up with them” you whispered, feeling a bit guilty of Aethelred’s actions, since they had been spurred on by you, a simple maid, elevated to the rank of lady, but your manners and tastes would have been the one of a lower class, no matter what.

And you hadn’t noticed you had lowered your head, till Aethelred softly pushed it up, to make you meet his eyes, shining with an intense feeling that was a mixture of rage and love, making you blush lightly.

“Don’t you realize you deserve more than this?” he replied “… don’t you think that I want to give you everything that could made you happy, no matter the price tag or the friends that I’ll lose”.

You blushed, breathing softly as you grabbed softly onto Aethelred’s hands, letting the physical gesture express your gratefulness for your husband’s gentleness, although it was truly too hard for you to feel worthy of him.

“… don’t you understand that I don’t find your previous life humiliating or insulting? It is something that made me feel in love with you, because you might have been a maid but that doesn’t make you any less than the ladies I have known! It made you much more!”.

But this was one step forward, and Aethelred mindful of the darkness around you, as the play started again, brought your lips to his, making you blush, as for a few minutes your feeling of uneasiness stopped, comforted by the softness of Aethelred’s lips.

“Why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world?” he breathed onto your lips, as they lowered onto your precious slender neck, making you gasp out at the bold gesture “… because believe me you are the most valuable person I have in my life”.

Now his lips lowered themselves on the cleavage of your conservative dress, although soon Aethelred’s hands found that it was easy to push it up your hips to expose you in a dangerous game that took your mind away from the awful night.

“… and your smile is the best treasure I have ever received in all my journeys”.

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