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wonderswritings · 2 years ago

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The Reaper's Fall: Simon Riley x Reader

"Lt was just-”

“Don’t.”

You grinned, shaking your head as you started to walk down the hall.

“Come on boys, times wasting. And I have plans.”

Johnny pushed off the wall, hitting his arm against Ghost’s, shooting him a grin when he turned to look at him.

“Those plan’s being you, right Lt?”

Ghost just stared at him before he turned, leaving him to stand in the middle of the hallway before he followed.

Untitled Bingo Series: Steve Rogers x Reader

He was everything good. She was everything bad. He stood for the people, she brought them down. Fury had given him her file, told him in no uncertain terms, she was to be brought in or she would be killed. He had six months to bring her in and there was only two weeks left before one of the shadow squads would be sent to eliminate her.

The Wolfs Revenge: Uhtred x Reader

“You’re brooding more than usual today.”

Uhtred said nothing, causing YN to huff as she moved to sit in front of him.

“Are you going to tell me why you are brooding or am I to guess?"

Uhtred mumbled something too low for YN to catch, causing her to sigh as she tilted her head to the side, speaking softly.

“Try again, please?”

Uhtred looked up at YN, his eyes red with unshed tears.

“I’m all alone. Everyone I have ever loved is gone.”

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postsofbabel · 9 months ago

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agreyraincloudd · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

The Last Kingdom

TLK prompt list

Sihtric x Reader

You are Aethelflaed's friend tasked to stand watch while she meets with Lord Uhtred when you see a few familiar faces

Sihtric x Reader

Set during season 5 episode 10 in which Sihtric, Finan and Reader get interrogated in Bebbanburg

Sihtric x Reader

You're a spy for Uhtred and Sihtric doesn't care for you in the slightest. That's what he tells himself atleast.

Sihtric x Reader

Prompt 22. "Don't act as if you don't know I'm in love with you"

Osferth x Reader

Prompt 19. "It's me. It’s me. Calm down"

Uhtred x Reader

Prompt 4. "You're not jealous are you?

Osferth x Reader

Prompt 14. "Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?"

Finan x Reader

Prompt 3. "If you don't shut up now we're both dead"

Sihtric x Reader

Prompt 11. "I won't let anything bad happen to you"

Sihtric x Reader

Prompt 6. "Are you asking me to fight you?"

Prompt 4. "You're not jealous are you?"

HotD

Aemond x Reader

Aemond is surprised to find someone dressed as himself attempting to steal his dragon.

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laketaj24 · 6 years ago

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The Dane in Wessex

Authors Note: I am for certain nervous about posting this lol. I hope you enjoy, if you know me on here I can’t just write a one shot, it’s unheard of and not going to happen! The Last Kingdom Taglist is open! If I missed you and you are interested please say so below and I will add you!

Pairings: Reader X Finan

Warnings: none. (I’m slow burning you 😂)

Training Aethelfaed had been one of the greatest successes of your life, not only had it gotten you into the good graces of the King, but it had led to the decent living quarters near the heart of Winchester. It did not appease the Queen and you did your best to remain out of her sight.

The small cottage wasn’t much but it was home. You’d taken to the likes of it. The western wall held your kitchen, the long wooden table and three stools just in case any of your few friends invited themselves. The hearth of the fireplace warmed your food as well as your home on the cold winter nights and the eastern wall held your bed. You hung a cross, for the good graces of Father Beocca but the Wooden statue of Odin was hidden beneath your bed and the Thor’s hammer was hidden beneath your clothes. Their god just wasn’t for you.

The people of Wessex feared you, your father Bloodaxe had a renowned reputation both among the Saxons and the Danes. It was the only thing that kept the vile mouth Christians from an outright attack on you, even though you were under the King’s protection. But with the withering health of Alfred the Great you were uncertain on how long the peaceful days would last in Wessex.

“Heathen.” He called as you peaked your head out of the door. You grabbed the wooden becket walking towards the gates of Winchester. If Steapa was the guard there, the brutish looking Saxon would halt before he hit the corner, if not he would follow you as he did before all the way to the orchard.

You hop over the puddle to the alehouse. To no surprise Lord Uhtred and his men are there.

“You heard me HEATHEN, leave! There is no place for you here! This city is God’s city! And you are of the devil!” His finger’s dig into your shoulder.

You whip around, and the move comes as nature. Your foot swings under his leg, knocking him off balance and he lands in the puddle you’d just avoided making a splash of the mud. “That is where pigs like you belong,” You pause. “On your ass and in the mud.” You spit, and the laughter erupts from the nearby table.

“Little Bloodaxe.” Uhtred smiles.

“Traitor.” You smile in return.

“Little Traitor.” He twiddles the birch bark before placing it back between his teeth.

“Good day Y/N,” Finan’s grin is infectious. He waves at you looking up from his food.

“What are you staring at Irishman?”

“Well, there is nothing fairer than a shieldmaiden knocking someone on their ass.” He claps his hands together standing from the table nudging Osferth and Sihtric as he takes his leave. “Where are you going?”

“I was not aware that I had to report to Finan the Philanderer before leaving the walls of Winchester.” You continue to stroll forward heading down the muddied streets to the stonewall. Steapa was a good guy, even though you’d heard him call you a few names beneath his breath once or twice. “I am to the orchard! And to see the abbess.” You wave, and he shoots you a smile.

“Good day to you, Y/N.”

The doors swing open and you toss the hood over your head and cloak the axes in your bucket. Air smelled differently outside the gates of the city, less of shit and more of home. Your heart ached for Denmark at times, even if there seemed to be nothing left there for you.

You head out into the woods listening to the surroundings, taking everything in around you. The crunch of the foliage beneath your feet and the sway of the branches all calmed the wild call in your soul. “I hear you Freya.” You smile.

“The name is Finan actually.” He says peeping out from behind one of the trees.

You unsheathe your sword and he mirrors your act taking his stance in front of you. “Why are you following me? Tell the Ragnarsson I do not need a tail.”

“I am here because I seen your axes in the bucket.” He shrugged. “Either you were going to steal an entire apple tree or you were lying.” He laughs. “What are you up to, Eriksdottir.”

“What I am up to is none of your concern, Finan.” You tug the two strings untying the green cloak allowing it to fall to ground. Your grandfather, Harald Finehair had taught you many things. One of them was the art of throwing axes. You grab the wooden handle of the axe tossing it in the air for a twirl once and then across the woods into the tree beside Finan. He didn’t move, not even a flinch. He held his poise with wide eyes and a smile. “Why did you follow me?”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I find the Dane of Wessex to be mesmerizing?”

“Uhtred has bed many, I am sure if you confess your love and affection to him, he will be open to it. We Danes are an open people.”

“Oh, me god.” He laughs throwing his head back. “He knows I love him, but I wouldn’t fuck him, have you seen the bastard?”

“Then I am uncertain of why you have followed me out here?”

“You are a beauty. It was all I wanted,” he is interrupted by the crack of branches and chatter nearby. “Down.” He whispers.

It was never in your nature to hide, nor was it to take directions. You walk closer to him taking your axes from the wood and his hand is around your wrist as he points to the familiar face from earlier. The Saxon had followed you outside the walls with friends, apparently.

“The fastest way back to Winchester is by creek, but they are for certain to see us. How quick are you, YN?”

“Quicker than you, Irish man.” You shoot a smile, but in your eyes, there is a certain worry. The worry wasn’t that they would catch you, it was that they would catch you and you would kill them so close to the walls of the city and because you are Dane it would end with the axe. You scoop up your bucket and Finan grabs your cloak.

“Don’t look back.” Finan says giving you a small touch on the shoulder.

You two start through the woods hopping over the fallen trees, stumps and barely missing the slight holes. You were not sure why Finan was so loyal to you, but you accepted it willingly.

“Stop helping the heathen, you Irish trash!” he yells through cupped hands gaining a clear advantage as you two make it to the creek.

Finan tosses your bucket over and then allowed you to pass. “Say that to my face, you pig faced arse.”

You tug him over and you both make it across the creek yelling to Steapa to open the gates.

The doors to your home area friendly site to the both of you as you catch your breath. Finan stands turning to Osferth whose waved him over. “I am called my lady.”

Your heart won’t slow but you don’t care really as your lips your crash into his and you are then unable to tell his heartbeat from yours. You pull your lips from his gasping with your hands resting on his chest. “Are you sure you can’t stay for just one cup of ale?”

“I’ll stay for as many as you pour Y/N.”

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