#Aethelred Imagine

[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."

[tisafearfulthingtolovewriting]

Justice (1st Scenario)

Setting: Benjamin's torture chamber.

Jack (your husband) and Marcus are looking for you. It's cloudy and dark outside with little light. Once inside, they start calling your name. They're both expecting Benjamin to smell their scents and rush out to stop them.

Nothing. Not a single sound. The silence is deafening. Making Jack and Marcus feel terribly uneasy.

Marcus: You know her scent better than I do. Is she here?

Jack: She's here.

Curling his lip in discust

Jack: And so is he.

Marcus: I thought he would have shown his face by now. He knows we're here.

Jack: He's waiting for me.

A few moments later. They see you in a room at the end of the hallway. Your back is towards them. You're covered in blood and dirt, kneeling over a black, human-like figure

Jack and Marcus run to where you are. Jack kneels in front of you.

Jack: Y/N?

He then takes a closer look at the dark figure in front of him. It's Benjamin, dead. And then back at you. You meet his eyes.

Jack: Y/N?

You: His first mistake was crossing me.

Pause.

Jack: And his second?

You: He knows damn well what his second mistake was.

[withlove-fanfiction]

Justice (1st Scenario)

Setting: Benjamin's torture chamber.

Jack (your husband) and Marcus are looking for you. It's cloudy and dark outside with little light. Once inside, they start calling your name. They're both expecting Benjamin to smell their scents and rush out to stop them.

Nothing. Not a single sound. The silence is deafening. Making Jack and Marcus feel terribly uneasy.

Marcus: You know her scent better than I do. Is she here?

Jack: She's here.

Curling his lip in discust

Jack: And so is he.

Marcus: I thought he would have shown his face by now. He knows we're here.

Jack: He's waiting for me.

A few moments later. They see you in a room at the end of the hallway. Your back is towards them. You're covered in blood and dirt, kneeling over a black, human-like figure

Jack and Marcus run to where you are. Jack kneels in front of you.

Jack: Y/N?

He then takes a closer look at the dark figure in front of him. It's Benjamin, dead. And then back at you. You meet his eyes.

Jack: Y/N?

You: His first mistake was crossing me.

Pause.

Jack: And his second?

You: He knows damn well what his second mistake was.

[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.

[illtakeyoutowonderland]

The One (Part 14)

The one with the wedding

Sihtric x Reader

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The journey was, once again, uneventful until they made it to the gates of Winchester. It took some convincing to Steapa to make him finally open the gates. But once he did no one wasted time to enter the walls

Finan, Sihtric and Y/N were the last ones and Steapa was already down the stairs and next to the big doors when the three crossed them "Lady Y/N" Steapa greeted her with a big smile "Nice to see you doing well"

"Nice to see you, too, Steapa" She returned his big smile with one of her own only to turn and find Sihtric and Finan giving her a confused look "What?" She said shrugging but the men said nothing

Once they got off their horses she stood close to both men, not really wanting to get lost in this unknown place

"Is that Aethelwold the sword-Dane I see?" Finan said to a man that sat on a table near by drinking "Looks like you've mislaid an eye" And Y/N took notice of the short blonde man

"I see you perfectly, Finan" The man replaied unamused "Though I do not see your master. Uhtred, where is he?"

"Standing at your blind side, perhaps" Finan said shrugging making Sihtric laugh

"Finan" Y/N slapped the man's arm scolding him but he just laughed and the group of three walked away, not without noticing how Aethelwold looked at Y/N

Osferth appeared out of nowhere scaring Finan a little as they all made it to a corner "So, we are inside the walls of Winchester. Where will he go? To Father Beocca?" The monk said once they were sure no one listened

"Yes. He'll find us. Be sure of it" Finan replied

"And he is free of his curse"

"She's dead?" Y/N asked in surprise and both her and Sihtric shared a look

"Very"

"Then we're all free of the curse, baby monk" Finan said and went off to talk with the Bishop, to say some excuse for them to stay so no one would find them suspicious

The three of them left went to find a table at an ale house so they could eat something and wait for Finan to figure out what to do next. This time Sihtric decided to sit next to Y/N and she suddenly felt very warm. Osferth sat across them once he made it with two jugs of ale and a few cups. They drank mostly in silence, Y/N looking around her as much as she could, taking in the new big city she was in and she saw Hild talking to some of the priests not far from them

"Apparently there is a wedding" Finan said as he sat next to Osferth and grabbed a cup for himself "Looks like you lost your chance with the princeling, Lady" Y/N rolled her eyes as he winked at her

"What do you mean?" Osferth asked

"Finan have this amazing imagination where he believes Edward was courting me somehow" Y/N explained

"It wasn't Finan's imagination, Lady" Sihtric said next to her looking at his cup and Finan gave her a I told you so look "We all saw it. Ask Lord Uhtred"

"You could've been queen" Osferth said with wide eyes

"You have all lost your minds" Y/N scoffed as she left the table to find Hild who welcomed her with a warm smile "Please let me stay with you at least for a while. I cannot stand those three any longer"

"You are more than welcome to make me company" Hild said laughing at Y/N's words "I know exactly how you feel" They both laughed in complicity "And I think someone would like to see you" She said and once inside the palace they were met with Aehelflaed and her husband who had come to the wedding

"Lord" She said to Aethelred not wanting to start a fight but he only gave her a exagerated smile and went on his way. She did not complain, on the contrary

"Oh, it is so nice to see you again" Aethelflaed said as they both hugged each other 

"We have some catch up to do" Y/N said to her hoping to have a moment alone with her friend

"We do" Aethelfaed nodded "But first we must find you a dress. For the wedding" She explained at the confuse look on Y/N's face

"Oh, I don't think I should come to the wedding..."

"Of course you should" Alfred's voice was strong, once again, on contrary to his looks. He walked with Edward at one side and a woman on the other "You would not reject the invitation from a king, would you?" He said with a warm smile on his face 

"I wouldn't dare" Y/N replied and he nodded satisfied

"Mother, this is Y/N" Aethelflaed introduced her to Lady Aelswith

"You must be the famous Y/N my husband and children keep talking about" Lady Aelswith said qith an emotionless tone

"I do not know about famous, Lady" She replied "But it is an honor to finally meet you"

"Is that so?" Lady Aelswith said with surprise 

"You are the mother of one of my dearest friends" Y/N explained as she pointed to Aethelflaed and she saw how a smile formed on the Lady's face

"She also fought bravely at Beamfleot" Edward said nodding at Y/N

"You were on the battlefield?" Aelswith asked with a disaproving tone and shock on her face "That is not place for a Lady"

"Unfortunately, yes" Y/N said to her "And trust me, Lady, I do not plan to find myself in that situation again any time soon"

"Now come, my love" Alfred said to Aelswith "We still have some preparations to make" And with that the pair were gone, followed by Hild

"It is nice to see you again, Lady" Edward said once they were gone

"And on a merrier scene as you wished" Y/N replied with honesty "I am happy for you Edward" 

"I am too, Y/N" He said and that was the first time both had said each others names, which warmed Y/N's heart to had found a new friend amongst them

"I'm sorry to interrupt, brother, but we must find Y/N a dress for tomorrow" Aethelflaed said 

"Do what you must" Edward said with a smile and the two woman were gone

After hours and hours of talking, catching up and trying dresses Aethelflaed was more than satisfied and let Y/N make her way back to the three men at the ale house 

"What's with the bag?" Finan asked as she joined them at the table

"Wouldn't you like to know" She replied as she sat next to him, only to have him reach for the bag but she slapped his hand away "Take your dirty hands of it!" She said at his smirking face "It's a dress"

"A dress?" Osferth asked "What for?"

"The king has invited me to the wedding" She simply said making them all surprised at her words "And also, I just met lady Aelswith" Y/N said with a sigh. She wouldn't rate the meeting too bad, she knew it could've gone so much worse, but there was something about that woman that frightened her a little

"Oh, you poor thing" Finan said as he handed her some ale and she could do nothing but laugh

The next day Osferth, Finan, Sihtric and Y/N made their way to Father Beocca's house so Y/N could get ready for the wedding. And also, to ask Uhtred their next steps

"Lady Y/N" Father Beocca greeted her in surprise "It is good to see you. I see you still wander with this trouble makers"

"I happen to have grown fond of them, unfortunately" Y/N replied making Beocca smile at her

"Oi! She is more troublemaker than all of us together, Father" Finan said as he sat in the kitchen table as Y/N gasped faking innocence. And once the door to his house was closed Uhtred came out from one of the rooms with a red haired woman

"Lady Y/N" Beocca said to her once again "This is my wife, Thyra. Uhtred's sister" 

"It is so nice to meet you" Thyra said and welcomed her in a big hug which Y/N happily returned "Uhtred has told me everythign about you"

"Seriously, you ask him to keep this one secret and he tells everyone" She mumbled scolding him but he only laugh

"You can trust Thyra. She is family"

"I know" Y/N gave him a look "I'm just starting to think maybe I should not trust you" She raised an eyebrow at him 

"Oh, he means well" Thyra said earning an See? I told you look from Uhtred to Y/N who just rolled her eyes at him. The arrongance of this man... "Now come, you have yet to change"

She pushed Y/N to a room and left her alone so she could change in peace. Which Y/N thanked as she put her bag on one of the tables. She sat on the bed trying to catch her breath. She didn't know why she was suddenly this nervous. 

Y/N heard Finan's voice followed by Sihtric's laugh and her heart melted a little. It wasn't very often Sihtric was loud, unlike the former Irishman. But everytime he showed this side of him made Y/N's heart grew bigger and for a second she wondered what it would be like to make him laugh that hard by herself. But, she pushed the thoughts aside as she reached for her bag and the new dress.

She walked out of the room and into Thyra and Beocca's kitchen, wearing the dress Aethelfaed had chose her not feeling entirely like herself "It is weird isn't it? I feel weird" She said and everyone went silence as they looked at her with wide eyes "I knew it!" She said as soon as she saw their reactions "It's too much, I'm changing" She started to made her way back to the room when she was suddenly stopped

"No!" Everyone said at the same time 

"You look beautiful" Sihtric suddenly said breathless and they all stared at him for a second before looking over to Y/N to see her reaction

"Thank you" Y/N said softly and she already knew she was blushing at his sincere words and intense gaze

Finan stood up and made his way to her "Let me see you" He said as he place both hands on her shoulders and looked at her to then look into her eyes again "They will be some lucky bastards" He smirked and she rolled her eyes at him "You look really nice, Lady"

"You really do, Y/N" Uhtred said to her and she saw Osferth nodding at his friend's words

"You have to let me do your hair" Thyra said with a big smile on her face and Y/n did not have the heart to tell her no

A few hours later, Y/N stood next to Thyra and Beocca watching the beautiful bride made her way down the aisle and towards Edward

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@secretdreamlandmentality

@superawesomegeek

If you wanna be tag, let me know! 💜

[holy3cake]

Confess your sins tag game!

Rules: Any character from any fandom can be used for this game. Pick a character that you consider a guilty pleasure/background character aside from your blorbo, and confess why you like them 😊

Okay so anyone who knows me will know that I'm an absolute whore for Aethelstan, Osbert, Aethelred and Aldhelm lmao but after a conversation with my dear @lord-aldhelm, I wanted to do this game.

My pick is: ODDA

Yes, I think Odda is a hot older gentleman. He is very distinguished, and yes the guy made some very valid points in the show! I mean can you imagine him in his twenties in Devonshire? The man would be MELTY. I am mad we never saw his wife either, but his protective nature is also very attractive.

In conclusion, Odda is daddy material. Thank you for coming to my TED talk 🤣🤣

No pressure tags: @lord-aldhelm @lancedoncrimsonwings @grinningkatz @waterfallsilverberrywrites @book-and-music-lover

@errruvande @thenameswinter99 @whitedarkmoonflower @persephones-journey @paula-in-dreamland + Anyone that sees this and would like to participate:)

[lord-aldhelm]

Writing Interview Tag Game!

Thank you for the tag @bagheerita! This one has taken me a while to do since it is so long. As with the original post I have pasted the template below the "read more" cut so you can copy and paste if you want to do this.

About Me:

When did you start writing? Specifically for The Last Kingdom: it was sometime late in 2022, probably October or November. My original drafts kept getting over-written due to some stupid bug in Word which, when the auto-save was triggered, it would force me to save as a new document. So I have no idea exactly when, unfortunately. Besides this, I used to write a bit when I was a teenager, for my OC, but I never got further than a few chapters.

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write? For fanfics: I mostly read TLK fanfics at the moment, and I suppose that falls under historical fiction/period drama. For genres, I like happy endings with some angst and mutual pining to make it interesting. For books: I am a fantasy nerd for sure.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often? For fanfics I cannot think of one specifically, although reading fanfics has influenced the way I write. I have learned to incorporate more sensory descriptions in my writing, and trying to use more metaphors and poetic descriptions rather than the literal way of writing I normally do. For authors, I love JRR Tolkien, Tad Williams, and GRR Martin, so I suppose they influence me as well.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space? I write on my laptop in my home office, using Microsoft Word.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse? Oh I cannot muster up a muse. They sneak up on me and invade my fantasies, highjacking my thoughts and holding me hostage until I write them down. lol! Although sometimes I might be inspired to write something based on a deranged convo with one of my friends, so there is that! Also, having people give me feedback on my writing definitely motivates me to write more.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about? Not particularly. I grew up in a lower middle class family in the suburbs, not really very inspirational. I do however have a very vivid and overactive imagination.

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you? I have not written very much so I cannot say for sure. I only have one long fic and a few smaller fics, and they all center around the same character. I do like to take a deep dive into character development and introspection though. I really love thinking about what motivates the characters, and their inner thoughts.

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? Aldhelm... um... I have literally written whole entire essays about him so I won't go into detail here lmao!

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life? Aldhelm for sure. He would be my bestie. And more...

Which characters would you dislike the most of you met them? Probably Aethelred.. he is such a whiny brat.

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters? I am assuming this applies to OC's... which I have a few of in my stories! The first is Beohtric, which is Aldhelm's brother. Aldhelm needed a family and a backstory and I felt, most importantly, he needed an advocate, so I created Beohtric to be that person. Someone who supported Aldhelm and gave him some kind of center for his life. I have other OC's which are more kind of side characters created for a purpose, like Wulfstan in the fic about how Aldhelm became captain of the guard. Then there are other characters which are deceased at the time of writing, but I still came up with personalities and backstories for them because they were relevant to the plot. There is another major OC for a story I am working on, who is based on a few characters from other series/movies, as well as being a sort of alter-ego.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters? Not particularly for my OC's, no? I mean I try to make them more three dimensional, and realistic. Not purely evil or not purely good. Having flaws as well as good characteristics.

How do you picture your characters? In my head? Sometimes I can form an image of them using an existing person as a template (character reference I think this is called?) But most of the time they are kind of generic.

My Writing:

What’s your reason for writing? The reason for writing my fanfics is because of my deep love for Aldhelm and The Last Kingdom, and the overwhelming urge to tell my own story about him. It started out as a series of daydreams that kind of spilled out into a Word document and then it all went downhill from there lol!

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating? Anything! Any comments are welcome, even the generic "I love your fic!" types. Although I really love the people that take the time to go into detail about a particular scene or chapter and tell me what exactly they loved about it. That really makes my day!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers? That I am passionate about the characters in the stories that I write.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer? I suppose character development.

Have you been told is your greatest strength as a writer is by others? Writing a story that is easy to read, has good sensory descriptions, and a compelling storyline.

How do you feel about your own writing? I think it could be better, but I am definitely seeing improvements since I first started almost two years ago.

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write? Yeah I would. Because I write for myself. I love seeing my stories work themselves out on the page.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both? A little of both? I mostly write for myself, but I also consider if someone wants to read it. I try to make it enjoyable and interesting.

No pressure tags: @thelettersfromnoone @holy3cake @paula-in-dreamland @errruvande

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius @gemini-mama @foxyanon @grinningkatz @thenameswinter99

@alexagirlie @synintheraven @freddie-foxs @st-eve-barnes and whoever else wants to participate!

This took me FOREVER to do so I am not expecting that any of you will do this soon.

BLANK TEMPLATE:

About me

When did you start writing?

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often?

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about?

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you?

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

Which characters would you dislike the most of you met them?

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

How do you picture your characters?

My writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating?

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Have you been told is your greatest strength as a writer is by others?

How do you feel about your own writing?

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write?

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Puppy Boy - Animal Shelter Sihtric Long Fic

Ch 1 - This Fucking Kid

"Heya kiddo." Finan ruffles his young tennant's hair. Sihtric groans, almost spilling his milk. "I am not a kid, I am 21!" He yells. "You're a kid, kid." Finan chuckles, sitting opposite the young Dane. "How was yer day?" He asks. "A lot." Sihtric murmurs. "Oh?" Finan furrows his brow. "Kinda overstimulated right now." Sihtric replies.

Finan owns a construction company, he's well off and unattached. He lives his best life in a house he built himself and works from his home office. He's Irish and does everything his Catholic upbringing forbids.

Sihtric is all but a decate younger and rents Finan's attic. He works at the local animal shelter and could not be more different from Finan even if he tried. He's shy, peculiar and more often than not straight up bad with people. He gets along much better with the animals he takes care of. And he hasn't had a girlfriend since he was sixteen. He is not at all unattractive, though somewhat dorky and clumsy in the way he dresses. Even the glasses he wears are kind of cute.

"Need to leave ya alone for a while?" Finan asks. He knows how Sihtric is by now. Sihtric peers at his watch. The thing looks like he's had it since he was twelve. "When's Uhtred gona be here?" He asks. Finan throws a glance at the digital clock on the oven. "In half an hour or so." He replies. Sihtric groans softly and gets up. "I'll go take a shower and try to decompress a bit." He says. "Just be down by dinner. And it is okay if you go back up when it gets too crowded." Finan assures him.

Sihtric nods and heads upstairs to shower.

He let's the hot water run over him, pictures it washing him clean from all the stimuli of today. He takes Finan's body wash, liking the scent of it, much better than his own. He can't afford the luxurious products Finan has, but he knows Finan doesn't mind if he uses them from time to time.

Once's he's cleaned up, he allows his mind to wander.

At first, they don't go anywhere in particular, meandering to the pretty woman who adopted one of the bunnies today. Sihtric liked the look of her freckles and full, round breasts. His cock swiftly hardens and his hand wanders south. Groans tumble from his mouth as he strokes himself. His imagination runs wild, picturing warm, full breasts, leaking with milk. "Mama, please." He whimpers, tugging firmly on his cock. "G-gods." He sputters.

He cums quickly, painting the tiled wall of the shower generously with his seed.

He comes down for dinner, find Uhtred, Halig and Leofric already there.

"Hello boy." Uhtred purrs, eyeing Sihtric up and down. Sihtric flushes so brightly his glasses almost fog over. He knows Uhtred well, but never really gets used to the covetous way he's being looked at. Especially considering Uhtred has a wife and kids. "Heya nerd." Halig grins at Sihtric as the youth sits down. Sihtric smiles a small smile at him. Leofric just grunts at him. Leofric is in his 40s, he's got nothing in common with Sihtric. But it's fine, Sihtric does not mind.

Over dinner, Uhtred starts whinging about his employer and Leofric, who works for the same firm, assures Finan it is not that bad. Sihtric just sits by, shoving Finan's superior cooking into his face.

After dinner, the others pile in. Aethelwold, Edward, Aethelflaed and Erik, Haesten, Dagfin, Aldhelm and Aethelred, Eadith and Ragnar and Brida. Sihtric is pretty sure Finan wants to shack up with Eadith. The Irishman can barely keep his eyes off of her.

Sihtric joins in for a few round of whatever card game has been brought out, but quickly gets overstimulated, so retires to his bedroom. Only Aethelwold hassles him for it, but Sihtric doesn't care for that guy's opinion.

He puts his headphones on and listens to Valhalla Calling on repeat for half an hour at first.

He touches himself again after that, his jumper between his teeth, abs glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he strokes his thick, long cock. He doesn't really fantasize about anything. He just focusses on the feeling of fucking his fist. But of course he can't keep his mind on track. He wonders what it would feel to fuck a warm wet pussy, or a tight hot arse. To just slip into another person's body, feel their heat and pressure. "Oh Gods." He groans. He imagines what it would be like to drown in another person's scent. To press his face between two warm breasts or a firm chest and just inhale. He feels his climax building, his mind wandering further to suckling on hardened, sensitive nipples. To feel fingers rake through his hair and be praised.

It is the undoing of him. He spends himself all over his chest and abs.

It isn't that Sihtric is unattractive and he's had a few girlfriends in high school. He's kissed a boy in a club once. It was the only time he'd ever been to a club. And he made out with Uhtred when he got genuinely wine drunk. But all of that has been at least two years ago. He hasn't gone to a club in aaages. He hasn't made out with anyone in what feels like a decade, which it of course is not.

He's not a virgin, but the first time he's had sex, when he was seventeen, was uncomfortable and he just avoids it now. Not because he does not want to fuck. Gods he wants to fuck and be fucked in return. He has desire in spades. But he gets anxious when he thinks of the discomfort. He isn't even sure what the discomfort stemmed from, all he remembers from the entire ordeal was a fierce rash on his cock, but a clean STI test.

He doesn't have to work weekends. But still he spends all his time at the shelter. The animals never judge him for being odd. And the other people working the shelter got used to him being a bit a lot peculiar by now.

So eh heads out to the shelter saturday morning, after his morning work out. He works out twice a day, before work and before dinner. Working out makes his mind calm. He does the hard labour, bringing in heavy bags of kibble, cleaning the kennels and wrangling the big dogs. The weekend volunteers are very grateful that all they have to do now is feed the animals and socialise them.

After lunch he takes the dog for a run, each in turn. Running makes his head empty too. And the dogs love to get out of the kennel and show their best side. He does not draw too much attention, with his thick glasses and oversized hoodie. No one would suspect those hoodies hide rockhard abs and behind those glasses are mischievous eyes.

"Ah, Sihtric, there you are." One of the volunteers calls out, once he comes back from walking Tusker, a young staffie husky mix.

Sihtric quickly puts Tusker back into his kennel and goes up to the volunteer. "What's up?" He asks gently. The volunteer gestures him to follow into the office. Sihtric obliged, following to the elder lady in charge for today. "What can I do, ma'am?" He asks politely. "I need you to take Pretty to the vet, that hairball has been bothering her long enough now." The elder woman says. "Yes ma'am. I'll grab a carrier." Sihtric says diligently. "No need to, we already have her ready to go." The volunteer mixes in.

So he is brought Pretty, in her carried. "Thanks." He mumbles. Pretty hisses, she is uncomfortable. "Yeah yeah, I know." Sihtric cooes soothingly. He takes the carrier to his beat up old ford. Carefully he secures Pretty on the passenger chair and drives to the vet office in town.

You hear the front door bell chime. A walk in!

"Be right with you!" You cry out, making sure the file you were working on is saved. You get up from your desk and head into the waiting room.

You stand eye to eye with possibly the cutest boy you have ever seen. Holding a crate with the angriest cat you have ever heard. "Hi, who's this?" You ask. crouching before the crate. You peer into the crate, facing a moody calico persian. She hisses at you and you cast your eyes up at her person, waiting for an answer. You gaze up into dual coloured eyes, through glasses that magnify his long lashes. He looks so innocent it almost breaks your heart.

"What's her name?" You ask sweetly.

The youth swallows thickly. "P-pre- .. Pretty." He stammers. "And what is going on with Pretty?" You get back up and smile up at the young man. Fluster dusts his cheeks. "She .. she has a hairball stuck in her tract." He stutters. "Oh goodness, that is why she is so crabby, huh?" You cooe. "No... no, she is always like this." The youth shakes his head.

"How about we start with some paperwork, I'll get Pretty comfortable while you fill it out.¨ You cooe. "Yeah.. s-sure." He nods, extending you Pretty's crate. You take the crate and smile sweetly at him. "Come, follow me." You lead him to the treatment room. He eagerly follows after you.

You pull out some papers, handing them to the young man, while you put the crate on the sterilised table.

"Come here, pretty Pretty." You cooe. The persian hisses. "Alright, you take some bribery, I see." You chuckle. You grab a tube of chicken paste from a drawer and open it, holding it for Pretty to smell. Pretty cranes her neck and takes a little taste. "Good Gal." You cooe, slowly pulling your hand back. Pretty follows along to keep licking the chicken paste.

Sihtric feels his ears burn when he hears you praise Pretty. It unlocks something inside him and his jeans tent. He swears under his breath. This is not a bodily reaction he needs right now. He does his best to will his boner down, but you again praise Pretty for being so cooperative in exchange for yummy snacks. His cock throbs eagerly and he pulls his hoody over his crotch.

"I .. erm..." He has no idea what to say anymore, handing you the paperwork. He pointedly avoids looking you in the eye. "Thanks." You cooe, quickly reading through the form. "Sihtric Kjartansen?" You ask, to verify his name. "Yeah, I work for the local shelter." He replies. "So, Pretty is a shelter cat?" You ask. Sihtric nods. "Y-yeah." He stammers. "Why hasn't she been adopted yet?" You asked. "Cuz she is a bitch to everyone." Sihtric replies. You can't help a soft giggle.

"Now what is going on with Pretty?" You. "Hairball, won't pass. We have tried everything." Sihtric replies. He finds that it is easier to talk when he talks about the animals. Though he can't look you in the eye. "Are you giving her baths?" You ask. "N-no.." Sihtric stammers.

[soulhollow]

Work title: An evening on Uhtred's Lundene terrace Chapter title: Sunset Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: The Last Kingdom (inclusive/inspired by the original books and BBC/Netflix series) Rating: M (overall work), this chapter General Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Alfred, Uhtred, others Summary:

A brief scene from Sword Song, a re-imagining, a fleshing-out. Alfred's unannounced visit to Lundene following the recapture of the city by Uhtred and Aethelred's forces. Inspiration drawn from the original books by Bernard Cornwell as well as the BBC/Netflix series.

[justanoasisimagines]

Beautiful

Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner

I am not versed in poetry like my brother. I do not dedicate myself to books like my brother. So I can not pretend this will be a mighty prose that will stand the test of time. I am amazed my Grandsire helped find me the most beautiful woman in all of Wessex. Someone who does not compare me to Alfred. Someone who can see my strengths and loves my weaknesses. I was warned before we were wed that many marriages are not full of love but rather for duty. Yet I hoped. Hoped with all my might that God would grant me both. He answered my selfish prayer and brought you to me.

To be frank, I don't know why I'm writing you this letter. I do not know if I'm going to allow you to read it. There was a sudden urge to write down how grateful I am to be blessed with you as my wife. Perhaps it is because now we have a son. A product of our union. He was not born from duty, but rather two people who passionately love each other in the rawest of forms. Many often gossip about us, but they cannot deny what we have. Those who attempted to would be foolish.

I will love you as long there is breath in my body

Aethelred

[maskedemerald]

Heads Up, 7 Up

So I got tagged by @thetruearchmagos and also @pb-dot a few days ago. Its been a busy time and I wasn't sure what I was meant to do but now I do! Excuse my noobishness when it comes to some of these tag games.

Gently tagging: @vaultofqueenorion @squarebracket-trick @jasperygrace @card-queen @akiwitch @cat-esper @wmlittlemore-is-writing No pressure!

Rules for the confused like me: Share 7 lines of writing and tag 7 people.

I'm going to share more because I was tagged twice!

Check out the writing below the cut, I've gone with a scene I was editing for The Last Straw!

Aelfraed woke to a bellow crashing through his dreams. “Aelfraed! Get down here now!” His eyes shot open this time for real after several scattered anxious dreams of what might happen. The shout turned into muffled loud voices not quite loud enough to reach him through the floor. Aelfraed frowned dragging himself out of bed, that was Aelthelric he could just about hear along with the angry raised tones of their father. He couldn’t let Aethelric take the blame for this. He would try, even if Aelfraed didn’t deserve the help. He slipped out of the bedroom and into the corridor, softly stepping down the narrow stairs to the landing overlooking the hallway. Their father stood at the bottom gripping the banister tightly, turned away to face Aethelric. He couldn’t see his face but could imagine the deep scowl and crunched eyebrows along with the tinge of red to his skin. “Don’t try that with me Aethelric.  I know he’s here,” his father demanded, folding his arms. Aelfraed stilled, half wanting to escape back up the stairs unnoticed. “Fine okay, he’s here but why are you?” Aethelric said pointedly, ���he’s allowed to go places.” “He isn’t allowed to just up and abandon his responsibilities on a whim. I should have kept a closer eye on him,” their father ranted arms waving.  “Father, he’s not a child,” Aethelric said with an incredulous expression on his face. “Then he shouldn’t act like one!” His father snapped. “Clearly he can’t be trusted to make the right choices.”

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“We are taught to endure it” well DONT

@aethelreds god this line is like nails on the chalkboard for me, it's so clearly meant to be this profound statement on the nature of womanhood or whatever but what it really does is reveal the limits of the writers' imagination. alas, women must suffer, such is the world!

i'm impressed you have thoughts (please share) I just had an increasing buzz in my ear while watching it

@dragonsoftheeast well, these are maybe not super coherent thoughts or anything, but the ongoing thread throughout the series is that suffering is this integral part of womanhood. while men definitely suffer in tlk, it's not integral to manhood in the way violence is integral to manhood. a man acts, a woman is acted upon (sometimes she might get to stab an abusive man in retaliation as a little treat!). the most virtuous woman bravely suffers without complaint and never loses her instinctively nurturing and supportive nature. see: thyra, eadith, hild, so on and so forth.

[emblematicemblazer]

World building and theories of Engage

Alfred and Alfred the Great

Alfred, The Crowned Prince of Firene, has a real life inspiration, the Anglo-Saxon king Alfred the Great (849-899). Alfred the Great is probably best known for successfully defending his kingdom, Wessex, from Viking attacks. The surrounding kingdoms of Northumbria, East Anglia and Mercia had fallen and the odds were stacked against him, Alfred the Great and his father King Aethelred, were driven back into the heart of their kingdom and had to employ guerrilla tactics.

Alfred has similar claims to fame, with the help of the Divine Dragon he successfully defends his kingdom from attacks by the corrupted and Elusian forces. 

There are other similarities between the two kings. When Alfred the Great was a young boy, he went on a pilgrimage with his father to Rome. This visit inspired a view of kingship based on religious morals and values. Alfred visited the Divine Dragon as a boy as well. These visits helped Alfred form a close friendship with the Divine Dragon. 

Alfred the Great was a champion of education and taught himself Latin so he could translate important texts into English. He also set up schools to educate all young men. He also made military reforms which included: a rota systems fields were not neglected, fortified towns which formed the basis of the English system of boroughs and shires and strengthened the navy with the aid of foreign skilled craftspeople. To restore faith in the economy he increased the silver content in coins and created a new design, he introduced a fairer tax system, and introduced written laws. Alfred the Great was a reformer who improved his people's quality of life.

Alfred the Great had a condition with symptoms similar to Crohn's disease. He often went through periods of great pain and sickness, especially after grand feasts. He died early, (early 50s), but still managed to marry and raise an heir. Alfred has a similar condition and dies early because of it. His dislike of spicy food and strong tasting food could be because they make him unwell. There is no mention of Celine becoming Queen so I imagine that Alfred also married and had an heir. 

[anoncat6]

PETRICHOR | sihtric x oc | part three

part one part two

3. 2 weddings and a proposal

Winchester was expansive, and busy, and altogether far too dirty a place for Ghylena to like it; no, she much preferred the open air, Shaeda beneath her and Sihtric beside her.

For now however, she would tolerate the city to which they had come for the wedding of Alfred’s daughter, Aethelflaed.

It was strange; how easily it was to imagine a similar gathering of the people closest to her, Sihtric stood beside her, in a wedding for a different pair. It was even easier to imagine that pair to be her and Sihtric, if only the fool would finally propose…

As it was, for now she was to be content with simply watching another’s ceremony.

“Is that Aethelred?” Clapa pointed to the arriving parade of horses.

“From what I know, Alfred could not have chosen a bigger turd.” Uhtred said.

Finan, not to be outdone, replied, “I’ve never met the man, but by the look of him, he was indeed shat out the arse of a giant.”

Ghylena giggled, her laugh mingling with Sihtric’s chuckle, as the scabby rat-man known as Aethelwold made his presence known, only for Uhtred to drag him off to speak in private.

Laughing at yet another of Finan’s comments, Ghylena paused with a sharp intake of air, her fingers closing into a fist as a jolt of pain shot through her stomach. Determined for her pain to go unnoticed, she kept a blank face, and was glad whenever Sihtric excused himself to chase after Uhtred, mentioning something about a promise.

Ghlyena’s courses always caused her immense pain, and Sihtric had occasionally noticed whenever she flinched at odd moments once a month, yet thankfully had the good sense not to mention it. 

He had brought her a tea of mint leaves once, when she was unable to leave her bed in the burh and Gisela had mentioned her pain to him; when he left it at her bedside his face was blushed furiously red, and he didn’t speak, simply clasping her hand before letting her fall back asleep. Lena found it oddly touching.

Saying a quick goodbye to Finan and Clapa with the excuse of finding Gisela, Ghylena made her way back to the inn they were all staying at for the celebrations. 

Her head now thumped with pain, and the room was far too bright. She was too warm and completely uncomfortable as she stripped down into her nightclothes and crawled under the covers to rest.

The only way she could handle her bloods whenever the pain was this bad was to sleep through them, so that’s what she did. 

<>

Whenever Uhtred mentioned his expedition to see the dead man Bjorn to Gisela, she had told him not to bring Ghylena, having checked in with her little sister earlier and found her unable to leave her bed.

Uhtred, after checking that Ghylena was indeed alright, didn’t enquire further into his wife’s words, leaving quickly to meet with the dead man. He took Finan, Clapa and Sihtric with him.

Gisela stayed with Lena after that, her company a soothing presence for her sister.

“I can never understand how I am to be cursed with such painful courses, and yet you seem to be unbothered by yours, Gisa.” Ghylena whimpered from under her covers.

Gisela raised her eyebrows, “You saw my pregnancies, yes? Perhaps those pains are my curse, and you will be blessed with a painless labour when your time comes.”

Ghylena snorted, “I doubt it.”

Turning over to face her sister, she took a drink of the water she had brought to her, “Uhtred will make Sihtric wait the dead man out, won’t he?”

“Yes, I imagine he will want to know if he is being tricked or not.” “Sihtric will hate that. I have yet to meet a man more superstitious than him.”

“Lena, I have yet to meet a man more smitten than him.” Gisela teased.

Choking slightly on her water, Ghylena regained her composure before replying, “Has he asked yet, then?”

Gisela smiled gracefully, “He has. He has also made my husband promise to keep you as his warrior after you become a wife. Lena, I take it you plan on saying yes?”

“Of course, Gisa.” Ghylena grinned, unable to hide her joy, “I love him, and I want to live my life alongside him. What time I am blessed to spend by his side, I will spend it as his wife. I am his, and he is mine.”

<>

Thyra looked beautiful, Beocca looked proud, and Uhtred looked clueless.

So all in all, the first wedding of the day went exactly as Ghylena expected. 

She was happy, for both Thyra and Beocca. They gave each other peace, and kept each other safe, and it was what they both deserved. 

Sihtric and Finan stood tall on the other side of the hall, and Ghylena couldn’t help but steal glances at Sihtric, knowing what she now knew from Gisela.

Sihtric was going to ask her to marry him, and he had secured her future for her as a warrior. Ghylena couldn’t tell if she was more excited or impatient, but whichever it was, Gisela seemed all too knowing.

The second wedding of the day was much less enjoyable for Ghylena, but it at least confirmed what she would not want for hers.

The large gathering of strangers, the unending sea of eyes… No, no it was detestable. Better to have just loved ones.

Still, at least the flowers look nice. Pity they’ll be out of bloom by the time Sihtric finally gets his head out of his ass and asks me. 

Ghylena glanced sidelong up at him, admiring his sharp features and intelligent eyes. She smiled. She would wait for him.

He was wearing the arm band she had gifted him last year, it sat encircling his arm just above his elbow, golden and glinting, clearly well cared for. She hadn’t seem him without it since he first put it on, much like the beautiful gold earrings he had given her in return. Her hand reached up silently, twisting the jewellery in her ear, a small habit she had developed.

It was Finan’s threat to kill Aethelwold in his sleep that made Ghylena’s ears perk to attention, just in time for the 3 knocks to ring out, and for the elaborate ceremony to commence.

<>

The sun was warm on Ghylena’s face as she lounged on the stone steps surrounded by Uhtred and Finan, with Sihtric sat behind her, his leg as her pillow.

Aethelwold was at his scheming again, yet this time he had been blissfully interrupted by a baby monk who called himself Osferth.

“I wish to join you, Lord, be by your side as my uncle was. Lord, I wish to serve you as a warrior.” He was young, yet still taller than Ghylena, with eyes like a newborn puppy.

Lena took pity, “You have a woman fighting for you, Uhtred. Why not a baby monk?”

Steappa appeared then, summoning Uhtred to the presence of the King. Turning to leave, Uhtred spoke to Osferth as he handed his sword to Finan: “You. Find me again. Bring a sword and lose your cross.”

Sihtric sprang up then, once it was just Finan left with them.

“Ghylena, walk with me?” He pulled her to her feet.

Finan shook his head, smirking from beneath his cup as he went off to drink with Clapa.

Something bubbled up in Ghylena then, a sense of knowing, impatience and anxiety. 

Was he finally going to ask? What if this was something else, and she had gotten her hopes up for nothing? What if he never intended to marry her at all? What if something was wrong? Had she offended him in some way?

“You’re overthinking again,” Sihtric squeezed her hand gently as he led her through the streets and towards a quiet area. 

Flowers blossomed in pots around them, and with everyone of Winchester being gathered for the wedding, the street was surprisingly empty.

Bees hummed gently above them, travelling through the plants which drooped down from the roofs above them to shroud them in green.

“Hm,” Ghylena smiled, squinting her eyes against the sun before he moved to cover her with his shadow, “How do you always know?”

Reaching his hands up to clasp her neck, he beamed at her, “Because you get the exact same look on your face that I do.”

Lena held his hands in her own, basking in his closeness, the feeling of being shielded from the rest of the world by his frame. Tilting her head up as he bent down, she met his lips in a tender kiss, his lips as soft and gentle as always.

She felt his smile against her lips, pulling away from him to touch her forehead to his, her hands flat against his back, holding him close.

“Ask me,” she whispers, “Sihtric. Ask me.”

He shook his head, a soft chuckle falling from his lips as he gazed down at her. Lena had never felt so happy and content as she did in that moment, their own little world with just them in it.

Beaming at her then, he smiled when he pulled away, her hands held in his calloused ones. Dropping to his knees before her, Lena’s heart stopped and she forgot how to breathe. 

“Ghylena, my heart, before the gods… please,” he swallowed, his voice wobbling slightly, “Marry me.”

Unable to help herself, Ghylena collapsed to her knees as well, falling on top of him as she yelped, “Yes! You stupid, stupid man! Of course I’ll marry you. I’ve waited long enough for you to ask!”

His eyes widened in relief slightly, then further in shock at the kisses she pressed to his cheeks and then his lips, the force of her momentum pushing him to the soft dirt beneath them, with her body splayed atop his. He held one arm around her waist, holding her steady, and the other pushed against the ground.

“FINALLY!” Finan’s voice called out.

Sihtric and Lena’s heads turned at the same time, staring open-mouthed at the small audience of Clapa, Uhtred, Finan, Hild and Gisela who had started to clap, cry and whistle like a bunch of wild animals.

Ghylena hid her face in Sihtric’s chest, but was unable to stop the grin from stretching her lips.

She had never been so happy.

-> up next: 'the end of peace'...

[breanime]

14, 21 and 22

14. Save Aethelwold or Aethelred

Oof... save Aethelwold, but only so Uhtred or Brida can kill him. I would stand there and watch Aethelred die while eating an apple if I could.

21. Break Finan's heart or break your loyalty to Sigtryggr

FRIEND, THIS WAS CRUEL. Goddddd, um... FUCK, this is so hard. Cause the thought of breaking Finan's heart breaks MY heart. Like, I'm just picturing the face he made and the way he stared at Eadith when she said everyone who cared for her is gone, and I can't do that to him. But THEN I think of Siggy's face when his brother betrayed him and that hurts toooooo 😭 FUCKKK. Um, ummm... Betray Sigtryggr's loyalty, but If try to get back into his good graces afterwards 😭😭😭

22. Save Eric or save Ragnar

My heart says Ragnar due to my love for Uhtred and Brida, but I would have LOVED for Eric to live and see what becomes of the plot. Also, I love the idea of someone honorable owing Uhtred a debt, because unlike a lot of the Saxons (aka Alfred and his line), I feel like Eric has always respected and honored his word when it comes to Uhtred, and I think he would have been a fantastic ally. Also imagine Eric being able to raise his daughter as a Dane. Imagine him not being satisfied until he sees Aethelred dead for abusing Aethelflead. Imagine Eric and Aethelflead on the battlefield together, fighting alongside the Coccham Squad! Eric being fond of Sihtric from his time as a spy in Eric and Sigefrid's camp, GAWD!

So in short, Eric.

@songtoyou What about you? Same questions, what are your thoughts?

[mrsarnasdelicious]

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House full of Heathens [I]

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First Kiss [Finan] [Osferth] [Sihtric]

Riding Him [Sihtric]

The Adoption of Aethelstan

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