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thecocchamchronicle · 4 years ago

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A- Aftercare (What are they like after the act?)

Alfred tends to be a bit quiet afterwards, but still typically pulls you into an embrace, holding you against his chest.

B-Body Part (Favorite body part of their body and their partner’s body)

Breasts are the kings favorite body part of a female partner. He is always more than delighted to press his face between them, even taking each of them into his mouth. Alfred loves to watch them them as you ride him, fondly caressing them while you do.

Alfred’s favorite body part of his own is his chest. It is lean and muscular, which he is quite proud of. In the morning, he loves finding the red lines from you having raked your nails down his chest in the heat of the moment.

C-Communication (How much do they talk during sex?)

How much Alfred speaks during sex solely depends on the mood. When he does however, it is in the form of dirty talk or teasing. He will whisper in your ear, his voice full of lust.

D-Dirty Secret (What about their sex life don’t a lot of people know?)

The King has quite the appetite for rougher fornication. He is dominate and incredibly passionate. Sex, at this time, is only meant for producing an heir. Though you find Alfred asking you to join him in his chambers fairly frequently.

E-Experience (Do they know what they’re doing?)

Alfred has great knowledge of history and religion, but he also knows how to please a woman. Despite what the commoners may think, the king has been with more than one woman. He will admit that he isn’t the most knowledgeable person in the kingdoms when it comes to sex. But the king knows more than enough to pleasure his partner.

F-Favorite Position

Alfred is a simple man when it comes to sex. So, naturally his favorite position is missionary. Seeing the expressions on your face is a major turn on for him. This position also gives him good leverage to fuck you deeply and passionately, while watching your face contort from pleasure.

G-Goofy (How serious are they in the bedroom?)

King Alfred tends to stay serious in the bedroom. There have however, been times when the two of you asked a maid to bring a bit too much ale to his chambers. These tipsy sessions were filled with bad coordination, tickling and laughter.

Hair-Grooming habits

Since Alfred is king, he has some tools to help him groom. He keeps things trim, but doesn’t do much more grooming beyond that.

I-Intimacy (In the moment, are they romantic or rough/dirty?)

The sex between you and Alfred tends to be more rough. Romantic sex usually happens once he’s returned to Winchester or just before battle, if you’ve traveled with him.

J-Jacking Off (Do they masturbate and how often?)

The King hardly masturbates, he’d rather save his sexual drive for you. Plus, the life of the a king is busy and members of his court could come knocking at his chamber door at any given time.

K- Kinks (What kinks do they have?)

Alfred has quite the breeding kink. After all, the more heirs he has, the longer his vision of an united England would be carried. He also genuinely enjoys being a father. Your mothering ability has always impressed him. The children can be very rambunctious, but you always ruled with a kind, yet firm hand.

L-Location (Where do they like to do it?)

Sex with the king most often stays within either of your bedroom chambers. Alfred enjoys a little risk, but having one of his subjects witnessing his love making is not one he cares to take. When you travel with him, he is not opposed to sex in his traveling tent. Though, the two of you try to be conscious of the amount of noise you make in this location. As again, he doesn’t need his army hearing receiving or giving pleasure.

M-Motivations (Things that make them tick)

Alfred’s motivations will vary depending on the day. Sometimes his only goal is to bring you pleasure. Other days he aims to give you and the family another child. When his days are busy, he finds himself day dreaming of you and the next time he can lay with you.

N-No (Turn offs and absolutely won’t dos)

The king will not harm you, no matter the circumstances. He may gently grab your throat if things get particularity rough and you request it. Otherwise he will not choke, smack or in any way harm you.

He has also never entertained the idea of sharing you or inviting another person into the mix. You are his wife and he is your husband, through and through.

O-Oral (Receiving and giving and how skillful they are)

Alfred loves receiving oral, like most men. He always asks that you look him in the eyes as you wrap your lips around his member and bob up and down. To him, this is nearly a perfect sight.

The king also enjoys giving oral. He loves having you wrapped around his finger, (literally and figuratively). Alfred revels in each whimper that escapes your lips. Making you orgasm in this way incredibly intimate to him and he is proud each time he makes you climax with his mouth.

P-Pace (How fast are they?)

The pace all depends on how he is feeling. If Alfred is in the teasing mood, he will take his sweet time with you. A slow and romantic session usually takes place in either of your chambers.

Fast sessions tend to take place when you accompany him during his travels. Having sex in his more ornate tent is certainly more risque.

Q-Quickie (Do they like them?)

The King is usually never opposed to a quick love making session. You find that they occur most often just before he is due to leave Winchester, to manage Uhtred or attend to other kingly duties.

R-Risk (Do they like to try new things?)

Alfred tends to stay with the tried and true when it comes to sex. However, when you bring a new idea into the bedroom he becomes intrigued. After all, he does want to please his queen.

S- Stamina (How many times can they go and how long does each round last?)

He can go one round and another in the morning if the mood is right.

Alfred can last quite a while in bed, but sometimes his illness will over come him and will occasionally shorten your love making. Typically the sex can last anywhere from 20-30 minutes total.

T-Toys (Do they like using toys on themselves or their partner?)

Seeing as sex toys are way beyond his time, Alfred doesn’t have that luxury. However he is more than willing to use his own body to try to please you in more creative ways.

U-Unfair (How do they tease their partner or do the enjoy being teased themselves?)

The King absolutely loves to tease you. He enjoys delaying your gratification and climax. He’ll caress the most sensitive spots on your body, ever so slightly. You’ve found that his favorite is nipping you with soft kisses while teasing your clit. He will also whisper to you how beautiful he finds you and how he’s going to please you over the next little while.

V-Volume (Are they loud and what sounds do they make?)

Alfred can be fairly noisy in bed. He most often grunts and moans the closer he gets to climaxing. He tends to make more noise when you vocalize as well. Alfred adores your gasps and moans as the two of you fuck.

W-Wild Card (A random head cannon for the character)

Alfred is a committed lover. There are many beautiful attractive women in the kingdoms, but he has eyes only for you.

X-XRay (What do they look like down there?)

The king is well endowed, definitely above average in girth and length. You find it to be the perfect shape, as it isn’t too large as to cause you to hurt or be uncomfortable.

Y-Yearning (What is their sex drive level?)

Alfred has a high sex drive, though that can change when his illness is affecting him most. The majority of the time he is ready to pounce on you at any given moment. Unfortunately as king, he has a very busy schedule. This means sex happens most often in the early morning or late at night, after he has finished with the day’s work.

Z-Zzz (Do they sleep afterwards and if so how quickly afterwards?)

It depends on the time of day. If the two of you have sex in the early morning, he will make himself presentable and continue on with the day’s tasks. Now when sex takes place after dinner, you often spend time talking about the day and his plans for England and your family. After a while, he will kiss you tenderly on the forehead and roll over for a good nights sleep. Occasionally he will leave bed, blow out all candle but one and continue to work in the dim light, reading and writing letters. For a king’s work is never done.

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fineandwittie · 3 years ago

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I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Here is an alternate version of my fic.

#uhtred x alfred #uhtred & alfred #tlk uhtred #uhtred of bebbanburg #the last kingdom #netflix the last kingdom #tlk fanfiction #fan fic #fanfiction #fanfic #king alfred #alfred the great #tlk alfred #alf & uhte #alftred

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writingafterdeath · 3 years ago

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Children of Ash and Willow | Masterlist

Hello everyone! If you've read some of my blurbs related to The Last Kingdom. You've most likely read about my oc's Sanna and Noora Arkyniktdottir. The blurbs that have been posted are out-of-order little bits of a bigger fan fic I've been in the process of writing. Below is a summary/backstory of the fan fic. I hope it makes it easier to understand and helps you in the future when I get around to writing and posting the chapters.

Sanna Arkyniktdottir daughter of Arkyn Arkynson and Nesta a shieldmaiden. Her father came to England with Earl Ragnar. He was given land near Earl Ragnar's. Sanna and her younger sister Noora were raised being close to Young Ragnar and Torah. Eventually befriending the Saxon children. Brida and Uhtred. Her father was different than most Danes. He didn't go around killing and burning down villages. Instead, he used intimidation as a weapon. Demanding Saxon villagers to teach them how to grow their crops, and how to take care of their lands. King Aethelred then later King Alfred were worried that her father would gain popularity and become a threat. He was right about one thing. Her father was popular. Among Saxon and Dane alike. He was respected enough that everyone knew who he was. He was ahead of his time when it came to making peace among all people.

Upon hearing about Earl Ragnar's death, and that Uhtred had been responsible for it, Sanna decided to track done the Saxon-born, Dane-raised man she once knew as a child. And along the way, she will learn love, pain, and sacrifice.

Children Of Ash and Willow: Every chapter has it’s own warning. Her story is her own. It will not strictly follow the tv show/books series. The first few chapters are set in before and in season one, and will be about events in which Sanna was involved in. Most of the chapters with heavily AU.

Chapter One: - Arriving Home

Chapter Two: - Into the Woods

Chapter Three - Bloody Wedding (coming soon)

Anyone who would like to join my taglist let me know.

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#the last kingdom imagine #The Last Kingdom #the last kingdom smut #the last kingdom fan fic #//ch:sanna #//ch: sanna arkynikdottir #//ch: noora #//ch: noora arkyniktdottir #the last kingdom oc #uhtred ragnarsson #finan #finan the last kingdom #finan the agile #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric x noora #finan x sanna #sanna x finan #noora x sihtric

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alifeasvivid · 4 years ago

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Last Hurrah, a canonverse, historically-based usukus short fic because I hate myself

This is... more angst. Anon who said that they wanted more pain, here it is P: This is what I get for listening to audiobooks and trying to educate myself XD

Rating: T+ Warnings: fire, angst Summary: In 1812, the United States declared war on Britain and invaded Canada. In 1813, the British army burned the capital city of Washington to the ground.

I ain’t gon’ stop until I go too far...

“Lieutenant Jones, come quickly! We’ve found Commander Kirkland, sir.”

Alfred dashes after the soldier who beckoned him, cursing Arthur’s name as he goes. He hasn’t seen Arthur since he had traveled with John Adams to be recognized by King George III. The meeting had been horribly awkward, Arthur had not deigned to so much as look at Alfred, though the King and Parliament seemed reasonable enough.

He cannot even admit to himself how painful it is that his former guardian has shown up in person to defend Matthew when he apparently could not be bothered to oppose Alfred’s bid for independence face to face, merely sending a general who couldn’t hardly be bothered to fight the war at all.

The soldier leads him through Washington, his nearly-brand new capital city, which is completely ablaze, alight with the sounds of terrified screams, torches, and red coats.

Alfred’s chest hurts.

In front of the president’s house, Arthur’s shadow dances while he eggs on his own army as they burn it to the ground. Arthur himself whoops and shouts as he hurls stones through the windows. Arthur’s as out of his head as Alfred is, only Alfred has the steadiness of being on his own land to avoid catching fire from the sparks of frenzy set off by his soldiers and officers.

Arthur is not on home land, not anymore. His army fans the flames that burn the city and those that scorch Arthur’s sanity.

“Go!” Alfred commands the petrified soldier. “Get out of here, go help anyone you can.” The young man wastes no time in following the order.

Alfred catches up to Arthur, standing a fair ways out of arm’s length and shouting over the roar of the fire and the victorious hollering of the British soldiers. “Arthur! What in God’s name are you doing!?”

Arthur stops, turns toward Alfred with a smile, one nothing like the warm expression Alfred had known before, but a twisted sneer. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you, lad? Well, guess what? You have it!”

“There are civilians here! You can’t do this!”

Arthur bristles and marches up to Alfred with murderous intent. “Don’t you dare tell me what I can and cannot do!” He stands toe to toe with Alfred and it’s one of the first times that Alfred notices that their height difference has completely vanished. Arthur’s normally green eyes glow amber with the light of the flames.

“Stop this,” Alfred growls. “It’s over, it’s not necessary.”

“This city was burning without my help,” Arthur says in a casual tone, while the accompanying grin comes unhinged. “You were the one who invaded my territory, if I recall correctly. Attacked your poor brother with no sound cause to speak of. You brought this on yourself. I was more than content to stand at a distance and watch you tear yourself apart all on your own.”

“That’s a damn lie,” Alfred hisses. He’s learning that Arthur’s version of the truth is often based off whatever suits him at the time and that very few people are ever in a position to challenge him over it and therefore he is always right. “Among other things, you’ve been capturing my ships and stealing my men.”

Arthur frowns vacantly at him, almost visibly pondering this reminder. “The perils of international trade, lad,” he says dismissively after a pause. “No one’s got any mind to go easy on you, myself least of all.”

Rage piles on top of pain and Alfred grabs Arthur by his lapels, lifts him, and holds him easily aloft.

Arthur either laughs or shrieks, it’s hard to tell. He wraps his hands around Alfred’s wrists. “That strength won’t save you with how lacking you are in strategical prowess. I thought Gilbert would have taught you better.”

“He taught me just fine,” Alfred says, tightening his grip. “Why are you here, Arthur?”

Arthur goes slack, deliberately forcing Alfred to bear all of his weight. He glares viciously and ignores the question. “Or perhaps you were too dependent on being Francis’ whore to learn how to fight like a man.”

That accusation takes Alfred aback. “What!?”

“Don’t tell me he gave you all that… help for nothing. I know him better than that.”

“Are you implying that I—!?” Alfred chokes. How can Arthur still be so stupid? After everything, how can he still be so blind?

“Not merely implying. You let Francis bed you in exchange for his money and soldiers, correct?”

“You’re sick,” Alfred snarls and hoists Arthur up as high as he can and then throws him to the ground. “You don’t know anything, obviously.”

It’s gratifying that Arthur doesn’t stand immediately, that he has to hold himself up on his elbows and catch his breath, pointing his finger at Alfred. “I know you’re about two steps away from falling flat on your face,” he heaves the words with the wind still knocked out of him. “I know you can barely get your government to agree on anything or accomplish anything. I know this precious little experiment of yours is going to end in disaster and when it does, when you come crawling back, I will show you no mercy.”

It hits like a gunshot even though he’s still the one on the ground and Alfred hates him for it.

“That’s what you dream of, then?” Alfred murmurs, forcing tears back and swallowing thickly. “Why are you here, Arthur?” he asks again.

Arthur seems different when he picks himself up, his whole posture indicting Alfred over some personal injury. The dark, twisted smile is replaced with a deep ocean of sadness, though a storm of anguish and anger roils on the surface. “I wanted to see your face in this moment. I wanted to see you realize that I made you, that I cut open my chest and tore out a rib and made you from it,” he spits out the words with no apparent heed to their implication. “You had no right to leave and I want you to feel it. To understand it. To suffer as much agony as I do at losing a part of myself. I gave you everything you have. Your conception of yourself would not exist without philosophies you learned from me, without the support you had from me. The very model of your fledgling, failing government is mine. Your people were mine. You are mine. You are made of me and you’ll be back, won’t you? You’re just a child even if you look like a proper man and your silly ideas about liberty and democracy and the damnable pursuit of happiness will fail you and you’ll come back!” Arthur is shouting at this point, until his voice breaks.

The storm quells, the ocean is smooth like glass. The sadness, a sadness Alfred had not felt emanating from the King or from Parliament, but which clearly consumes Arthur, is laid bare.

“You were happy with me once,” he says.

In the moments Alfred takes to process this, Arthur regains his composure. He swallows his sea back up as if it were never there. He inhales evenly and dusts off his uniform. “You wanted independence? You have it. See how long it lasts, but don’t expect to be coddled like a child any longer… by anyone.” He straightens his coat and walks away. “Especially if you decide to go invading someone else’s territory,” he warns as he does.

Alfred is left standing in the burning shadow of the president’s house, alone. Independence has been lonely and difficult so far. Sometimes he feels as if he is splitting in two. Sometimes it feels as if he is fading away. Arthur’s influence is often the only thing stitching him together; it’s the only solid thing he can build on. The ideals grafted from British writers and philosophers that call for equality and freedom are heavy and impossible, but Alfred is made of them. Arthur isn’t wrong on that score.

Alfred turns and leaves the ruins of the burning house.

Arthur is angry now, but maybe one day he won’t be so angry. If Alfred proves to him that he can do this, that he can carry these ideals and be something more than merely what he is now, maybe one day… they can be happy together again.

Maybe tomorrow, I won’t feel this pain...

#usuk #ukus #usuk fanfic

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jaskierswolf · 4 years ago

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Witcher Poet Queen

Based on a prompt via my AO3 by rubychatterbox (on AO3), who wanted a fic based on “Soldier Poet King” By The Oh Hellos. It being me... I made it Dandelion. Is anyone really surprised at this point? ________________

The Lord Viscount, Julian Alfred Pankratz of the Lettenhove estate and personal friend of the royal family of Cintra had a remarkable gift for bedtime stories. This was because to those outside the royal court of Cintra he was also known as Master Dandelion, famed poet and troubadour, and loyal friend to one Geralt of Rivia. There were only a few select people within Cintra that knew the full extent of the Viscount’s identity. His dearest friend, Geralt, had essentially ruined all his dreams of playing for Queen Calanthe as a bard with his blasted claim of the Law of Surprise. Dandelion was not impressed in the slightest. He hadn’t even been there to witness the events.

And it really had sounded like the most wonderful tale. It had had everything the troubadour loved in one dramatic package; royalty, heartbreak, curses, true love’s kiss and more magic the than halls of Aretuza.

No, Dandelion was not impressed at all. He was even less impressed with Geralt’s determination to leave his child surprise, abandoned at the fate of Destiny herself. Well, maybe that was a little melodramatic. Geralt kept saying he would go back to the child when the time was right, but that wasn’t nearly as exciting a tale.

“Julian, will you tell me my bedtime story tonight?” The young girl with emerald eyes and ashen blonde hair asked. She had her night gown on already and really shouldn’t have been roaming the castle. It was most improper. Dandelion had to laugh. Ciri had never been one for propriety. She would get on well with his witcher. When he finally remembered to actually visit her.

Dandelion tilted his head as he smiled down at the young princess. “Of course, my lion cub. What daring adventure would you like to hear tonight?” He asked with a melodic laugh. He knew her answer. It would be the same story that she always begged him to tell. The story of the White Wolf.

Ciri’s sparkling green eyes lit up and she grabbed his hand, tugging him towards her bed chambers. He grabbed hold of his hand and let himself be pulled down the empty stone corridors of the castle. There were a couple of guards stationed outside her room, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords. Dandelion gave them a quick two fingered salute as he was dragged through the door.

“Princess Cirilla demands a bedtime story!” He called as they passed but no one blinked an eye. The Viscount was often yanked into the young princess’s room in the evenings. He wasn’t sure whether it was his own bond with the witcher, but he was starting to see Ciri like his own daughter. She was the only reason he returned to the castle each winter, and occasionally during the year depending on his travels with Geralt.

“Tell me about my Destiny!” She pleaded as she crawled into her bed that was far too big for any child with silk sheets that were more expensive than his entire outfit, maybe even his entire wardrobe. He perched at the edge of the bed as she pulled the covers up to her chin.

“Your Destiny…” He sighed wistfully.

Geralt. He hadn’t seen his witcher in over a year now. They’d parted last winter, as they often did, and their paths just hadn’t crossed that summer. He missed Geralt terribly. He hoped Geralt was alright, surely Yennefer or one of the wolves of Kaer Morhen would have sent word to him if Geralt had been hurt. Dandelion always kept an ear open for news about his witcher and he’d heard nothing. That must mean that his dearest Geralt was alright. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would do without him.

“There are rumours in court you know.” Ciri stated, sounding very much like the princess she was raised to be.

Dandelion raised an eyebrow at her, his lips quirked in a curious smile. “Oh?”

“Some say that you know him, know Geralt.” Ciri’s eyes were wide and shining with unbridled curiosity. “That you, Viscount Julian, are in fact the bard, Dandelion.”

Dandelion laughed and shook his head wearily. “Ah.”

Ciri beamed up at him, sitting up sharply in her bed. “It’s true! Isn’t it, it’s true?”

He nodded with a dramatic sigh. “Yes, Cirilla, but you mustn’t tell anyone, especially not your Grandmother.”

Ciri scrunched up her nose, “Why?”

“Because Queen Calanthe, as I’m sure you are well aware, is not Geralt’s biggest fan. I’m afraid Dandelion the Bard has been unfortunately tarnished with the same brush.”

“So you lied?” Ciri gasped with the widest of smiles, absolutely delighted in the thought that someone might try and hoodwink her grandmother.

Dandelion laughed. “Oh no. Not at all. I am indeed the Viscount de Lettenhove. Although not many people are aware that Dandelion and Lord Julian are one and the same person. It is of the utmost importance that you keep this a secret. Can you do that for me, Cirilla?”

Ciri nodded. “But you must tell me the best story!” She announced. “Otherwise I will feed you to the dogs!” She giggled.

Dandelion gasped dramatically and his hand flew to his chest. “The dogs?” He gasped. “Oh well then, listen carefully, young lion cub, for I will tell you the most daring of tales.”

She giggled and snuggled back onto her pillow. Dandelion smiled softly down at her. She really was an absolute delight, nothing like the other royals he had had the misfortune to meet. She was incredibly tenacious and stubborn, just like her grandmother but she was kind, a trait the good Queen seemed to lack. Ciri hated injustice even at her young age and often snuck out of the castle to play with kids her age in the streets. She would bring them sweet honied rolls from the kitchen, tucked into her skirts. None of the street children suspected that their friend Fiona was the princess but they all eagerly awaited the treats she would bring.

“Now this is a story of three acts, my dear girl. A tale of Destiny and of family, the kind you aren’t born with, the kind you find for yourself.” He announced with a flourish, his voice taking on the familiar air of a thespian as he transformed from Viscount to bard. “The first act tells of a white knight in shining armour.”

“Geralt!” She shrieked a little too loudly.

“Shh.” He put a finger on his lips. “Quietly, you know that no one is allowed to mention the witcher in the castle.”

Ciri giggled and put her own finger on her lips. “Geralt!” She whispered loudly, more of a stage whisper than anything else but Dandelion knew she was trying.

He winked and nodded with a smile. “Geralt.” He agreed. “The noblest man you will ever meet. The witcher who made up his own code to follow when there was none. A man of morals, with the kindest heart.”

Ciri stared at him scrupulously with her tongue between her lips. “Dandelion?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love Geralt?” She asked plainly as if she hadn’t just shot an arrow through his heart.

He paused as he considered his answer. She was too smart to lie to and honestly he didn’t want to lie, not to her, but if he was clever then he should be able to weave an answer that wasn’t entirely the truth. He sighed dramatically. “Well he is my best friend.” He tilted his head as he watched her reaction carefully. “It would be a very sad life indeed if I didn’t love my best friend.

Ciri rolled her eyes. “Yes but are you in love with him?”

Dandelion pulled nervously at a lock of his hair. “I love him. I have always loved him. I will continue to love him, and I will love him in anyway that he lets me.” He ruffled her hair fondly. “Now stop interrupting, or I shan’t have time to finish!”

She pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Fine.”

“Good. Now where was I? A knight!” He cried as he fell back into his story. “or a witcher, I suppose. There will come a witcher who carries a mighty sword!”

“I thought witchers had two swords.”

“Who carries two mighty swords!” He amended with a wink. “And he will tear your city down—” “What!?” Ciri shrieked. She looked horrified and paled at the thought of her beloved city falling.

Dandelion took her hand and squeezed it gently. “A metaphor, the city represents the walls around you, Ciri, the ones that take away your freedom.”

“Geralt will give me freedom?” Ciri scrunched up her nose.

“He will tear your city down.” Dandelion repeated with a reassuring smile. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord” He added in song. His mind was already spinning with the wisps of a melody that he could add to this poem. It would make the most beautiful of ditties. Ciri giggled and hummed the tune back at him.

“There will come a poet,” He started the next stanza, not bothering to announce the second act of the tale.

“That’s you!” Ciri grinned.

He nodded. “That’s me, Geralt would be lost without me, princess. So there will come a poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.”

“Slay me?!” Ciri cried.

“Another metaphor.” He hummed trying not to lose his patience with the young princess.

“Oh ok. That’s good. Grandmother would kill you before you could hurt me.”

Dandelion chimed a laugh and nodded. “He will slay you with his tongue.” He continued, pushing his story forward before Ciri could get distracted again. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord.”

Ciri was finally starting to calm down, her eyes drooping as he head lay back on the pillows. She hummed the song again, but it was more of a mumble this time and Dandelion breathed a sigh of relief. He adored the princess but she really did have so much energy. He could barely keep up.

“There will come a ruler.” He sang softly as he watched the young princess succumb to sleep. “With hair that’s ashen blonde. She will steal her people’s hearts. oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. She will steal her people’s hearts….” His voice was now barely above a whisper as Ciri began to snore. A smile tugged on his lips and he felt a bloom of love for the young girl in his heart. “oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord.”

He glanced over at the door but the guards were paying no attention so he gently brushed her long hair away from her face and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Sleep well, Ciri. Dream the sweetest of dreams. Your Destiny, my Geralt, will find you. If he doesn’t then I will drag the fool kicking and screaming before Calanthe. You do not belong here, child. Your heart is a wild thing and they will only try to keep it locked up.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Don’t let them do that, my dear princess. You must follow your own path.”

His heart clenched in his chest. Was he talking to Ciri, or perhaps his younger self… or even Geralt? He couldn’t be sure.

“Witcher, Poet… and Queen.” He murmured before carefully standing up and heading for the door. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned to give the princess one last look. She was now sleeping peacefully. He chuckled. She was lucky, in a way, to be able to sleep without a care.

His own dreams would be haunted by golden eyes and wolves, but he didn’t mind, not if his dreams reunited him with his heart, if only for the night.

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allpowerfulspacevalkyrie · 4 years ago

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Me looking at AC Valhalla fanfics, knowing King Alfred historical destroys the vikings, which means at least half of these fics are going to be destroyed not by canon but by historical facts and I'm realizeing fans are going to be mad at Ubisoft about it:

#ac valhalla #seen people complain about not being able to assassinate historical figures who live into old age #people keep saying ubisoft did vili dirty and I'm like dude history gonna destroy that anyways #i played the whole game anxiously expecting everything to fall apart by the end but I guess Ubisoft wanted to save it for dlc

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 4 years ago

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Inside Jokes and References in the Full Bios

Mainly for @spacelizardtrashboys and @kuruumiya

Also: Any time strikethrough text is used it's because it's meant to be secret information, for example on the small bios any time 'Lucifarian' truly isn't their last name their is strikethrough test after saying that it's not their real name. This is to say that no matter what is written or if it's strikethrough text or not, it is there for a reason.

Damien - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for him refers back to his 'King of Hell' gimmick, as does his middle name, Rex means king.

He's protective, like a dad, but also way too overprotective over the gimmicks for the girls. He's an old, old school guy so he enjoys card games with the boys.

He's supposed to sound like a young Hugh Laurie, mainly because if I heard a young Hugh Laurie say Damien's bio quote I wouldn't be able to take him seriously.

His main finisher (Seventh Circle) refers back to (a) him being the king of hell and (b) the seventh circle is for violence, and well, he's a wrestler, that's a pretty violent job.

He calls fans both 'peasants' and his 'loyal subjects' because he's like an asshole-ish king who'd quickly be dethroned if they rebelled.

Vickie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for her refers back to her gimmick along with the old saying 'pride comes before the fall'.

She's called 'Victoria' because of both (a) it meaning victory and (b) the fact that Queen Victoria ruled back when Britain had an empire, then the empire fell (as in pride [Vickie] before a fall)

Both Her and Damien are born in August and are the only two to share a birth month as they are Father and Daughter (non-kayfabe, as in they share DNA)

She's raised Christian as back when she was growing up England was a lot more Christian than when she became an adult so she got lax in her beliefs

Her personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though

She's the type of person who makes sure EVERY little detail of her matches and promos are PERFECT to the point that she will control what other people do or say, down to the moment it's said/done and the way it's said/done

She only likes the other D.O.D (Daughters of Darkness) members because she has only made enemies in the short while they've been in the company, she especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele because of his very messy style going against her 'everything should be perfect' views

She's the leader, the brain and the mouth because of her control over the group, if she let them have more control, there might be less arguments about her amount of control

Her named moves are also references to both her gimmick and other things. Beheader is named because of the Tudor monarchs of England having kind of a thing for killing people in this way (ex. Henry VIII).

Lineage Ender is named that because if she ever botches that one specific move (it'll make sense in context/ she does it during a training scene) it could end either her own Lineage or the person she's doing it to.

Lion's den is called that because she traps them in a near-inescapable crucifix pin, and normally if someone goes into a den of Lions, they aren't escaping in one piece.

Family Pride is named that because not only is her gimmick the sin of pride, but she's got pride in her family and she's her dad's 'pride and joy' because she's his only child.

Wish for this (her main finishing move) is called that because it's an inside joke of "you're gonna 'wish for this' to be over soon"

As she's Damien's blood daughter, a 'prodigal son' joke seemed somewhat appropriate.

Billie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the Guerreros and the whole 'Latin lover' trope

She was born in February because of Valentine's day, hence why her birthday is two days before the 14th

She's 1/2 Cuban (just in general - both Mexican and Cuban culture is interesting to me) But she's 1/2 Cuban in case I ever need to write for Razor Ramon, I can get away with making the joke of 'my Cuban accent's better than yours'.

Her casual style is 'Suggestive' because how else is Lust supposed to dress.

She dislikes Hulk Hogan because she finds him incredibly annoying and she dislikes Jesse Ventura because she dislikes his fashion choices.

I imagine her uncle Hugo looks like Luis Guzman and her dad's like Raul Julia. Try to imagine those two wrestling as a luchador tag team.

Her mother was basically a valet to her dad, which was usually Billie's role before she was part of the D.O.D.

Her move name references are all song references: Love me Tender - Elvis' song of the same name, Personal Aphrodite - a reference to / joke on 'Personal Jesus', Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye's song of the same name.

Also, I hope to eventually use the joke 'The Babe, the babe with the power,' 'What power?' 'Power of voodoo' 'Who do?' 'You do' 'Do what?' 'Remind me of the babe' because of one of her commentary nicknames being 'The Babe'

P.G - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is in reference to her being greed and (right at the start of the story) her thoughts on money actually being able to buy her happiness

her surname 'Voronin' means crow, and well, crows like shiny things, like money

she wears 'fancy but simple' clothing because if she bought designer clothes she'd be in debt, but she still wants to look like she has more money than everyone else

she's cowardly in a Jimmy Hart way, she'll piss someone off during a promo and run away once she feels like she's in danger

she's a showman because she's more show than work, meaning she works exceptionally quick matches.

Her moves are basically jokes on the fact that she is greed, such as Gold-digger and Diamond Ring. However, Money Maker is also a joke on the fact that it's a facebuster and usually an actor's face is called their 'money maker'

She hates Hulk Hogan and Sgt slaughter because of how patriotic they are

Kirby - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to (a) the fact that she's Gluttony, (b) her being the only one who wears a mask constantly and (c) her basically being the group's scare tactic against people who think they can push them around.

I am planning on eventually making her a part of the machines, maybe as a valet, maybe as a wrestler, not 100% sure as of right now

Her mother is the Norwegian-Scottish one and her father is the Irish-Welsh one

She is the tallest (not the heaviest, that's Damien) but she's still 9 inches shorter than André.

She's willing to bleed hardway, but hates blading

She hates Big John Studd because of his disrespect, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's obnoxiously 'American', she dislikes Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid because they are so insistent on calling her '1/4 Icelandic' whenever she talks about being 1/4 Norwegian. She hates Brutus Beefcake because he's just 'so, so much' energy-wise.

She's always been tall, always shorter than André though, she was 5'6" when she was 12, which is still taller than Sam, P.G and Eli.

Kirby's the best at using folk tales and mythology references in her promos and still keeping them dark and scary.

Her speaking voice is Jessica Hynes, but I imagine her singing voice (which will be important later) to be that of Deee-lite's Lady Miss Kier. On that note, I will be putting up a post on this part of the fic's canon.

Feeding Frenzy is meant to look similar to Roddy's wild punches, hence the 'frenzy' part of the name.

Organ grinder is named because it's meant to look really hard (like she's putting all her force and weight into it) as if she's grinding her opponents organs

Hungry for Blood is an in-joke of during her toughest matches she seems hungry to give the fans the sight of blood

Consummation is a joke of 'the match will soon be over, the match will soon be concluded, or consummated' not the sex-based meaning of that word.

Number of the beast, which is 666, is a reference to the 619, and is a modified 619 basically.

Vampire's Bite is a reference to her sitout jawbreaker looking like she could possibly bite someone's neck, like a vampire, as she performs the move

I didn't want to call her chops, chops, so I made a joke of 'oh it's chopping, like a butcher's knife'

Overfeeding is another basic gluttony reference. Cheshire Grin is a facelock-based joke. Let Them Eat Cake is a butt=cake joke

The ogress is a thinly-veiled way of the commentary team calling her ugly, because why else would she be the only one in a mask

Holly - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is written that way because I always wanted her to sound like she comes from New Jersey

She's very cuddly towards the rest of the D.O.D and thus gets called a teddy bear by the others

She's Pansexual because she doesn't care what your gender is, she loves people just being themselves

She's the only ginger because I've never seen a ginger wrestler from New Jersey

She was raised Catholic but lost her faith upon realising how bad gay people are treated by the church (Holly literally just goes "Y'all it is 1984, how are y'all gonna reject people based on who they love?")

Holly's very much the person who'll ask permission to cut a promo on someone but won't tell them how harsh she's going to be

She's the group's mom friend (mum friend?)

Before she started travelling with another member of the group (Holly travels with Sam a lot) she would accidentally no-show events

She does accidentally give incredibly stiff shots

Holly likes Gorilla Monsoon because their friendship is very much a weird pseudo-dad-daughter friendship, so basically, she's using him as her new dad

Her voice is Angie Harmon because I think Harmon sounds like a badass from New Jersey

Naptime, Dirt Nap and Lullaby are jokes of 'I'm gonna knock you out'

Eli - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a joke of 'this is why she doesn't do a lot of promos'

She's the most likely to be on one of those 'too hot for TV' blooper reels from her promos

Both she and Sam hate people taller than them

Sam - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the fact that her tattoos are her 'masterpiece'

she dresses athletically because she's always ready for a fight, especially because she's usually the one picking fights

She likes Lou because he's like a crazy uncle to her and she likes George Steele because, unlike Vickie, she likes the wild man side of his gimmick

She's voiced by Melissa Etheridge because she's still feminine but is the most masculine sounding

#Lucifarians #Wrestling Family #wrestling fic #original character

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kimberly-spirits13 · 5 years ago

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For Wandering Dreamers (Pt. 2)

Synopsis: After hearing your parents argue about something for what feels like the zillionth time that night, you escape to your books and comics for some escaping of reality. Just as the argument ends with slamming doors, a note and locket landed on your bed. Inscribed on the note was a promise of new adventures and a better life awaiting you.

Notes: Y/F/D= Your Favorite Drink Y/N= Your Name Y/N/N= Your Nickname Y/F/P= Your Favorite Playlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1979

You woke up to the sound of someone trying to wake you up and small beams of golden sunlight peaking in through the curtains of your bedroom.

“Y/N, it’s time to get up.” You rolled over and rubbed your eyes to see Damian stepping back. His emerald green eyes sparkled in the light and you smirked some siting up and taking your hair out of the two braids that it was in, revealing wavy hair

“What time is it?” You mumbled yawning.

“it’s 9:15 in the morning. Alfred has breakfast prepared downstairs.” He informed you as you rolled out of bed fixing your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be downstairs shortly.” You said, “Wait, where is the kitchen?”

“So, you can make your way to the Batcave and the Fortress of Solitude but not the kitchen?” He chuckled, “You surprise me more and more every minute.”

“Well, I have seen blue prints on Google of the house but it was how someone imagined it so I cannot guarantee that that is actually how to get downstairs.” “And also, you will find that I am in fact very impressive in multiple ways.” You smiled getting out one of the outfits that you packed.

Running into the bathroom as Damian waited outside on the bed for you, you changed into your favorite colored thinner hoodie, denim jacket, dark grey ripped jeans, black and white Adidas, and you put your hair up. After that you brushed your teeth and then headed out to go downstairs with Damian.

“Try and take the lead.” He challenged, “Just see if you can make it to the kitchen.”

“Fine.” You replied walking down the hallway, eventually to a set of stairs.

“Oh, what floor are we on Damian?” You asked.

“Just the second.” He answered.

“Cool.” You walked down the flight of stairs which seemed never ending and then to a double staircase that led to the massive living room and to the side, the kitchen.

“It wasn’t that hard.” Damian remarked behind you.

“Mhmm.” You rolled your eyes getting a small laugh from Jason who was leaning on the counter.

“So, you must be Y/N?” Jay asked.

“Yep.” You answered, “Oh Jason, just for your information, all of Tumblr wants you to know that you’re awesome.” “It’s a social media platform where I’m from.” You explained, “I don’t know if you guys have it.”

“Finally, some recognition around here.” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “And what does Tumblr say about the rest of the crew?”

“It’s pretty unsurprising really.” You answered, “Dick is the mother hen, you’re the awesome one that everyone loves, Tim is the sleep deprived little bean,” you laughed some and continued pulling up a link on your phone, “According to this, Damian is a small deadly cupcake, Cass is an amazing and beautiful person who everyone would seriously die for, Steph is a waffle queen, Babs is just a queen... no a goddess, Bruce is the mom jeans dad, and Alfred is superior to all. Oh, and Kate is a badass, Duke is the sane one, and seriously at the end of this it says that the writer would die for every one of you guys.” “So yeah, you guys are pretty popular.”

Jason was wheezing laughing at Tim and Damian’s description and Dick was slightly offended before be introduced himself. You guys talked a lot much to what seemed to be the to the jealously of Damian for some reason. You wouldn’t admit it but Damian was your favorite Robin. You had had a crush on him but you know, that didn’t need to come to light.

You sat down at the table and was talking to Damian again who was seated next to you as everyone sat down. They were asking questions and introducing themselves little by little. It was just as you had imagined it on the nights that you dreamed of leaving home or scrolling through some sort of fan fic. The breakfast was amazing and was enough to make you remember that you actually had a life outside of this. Plus, would Bruce pay for education? You weren’t really expecting that but it was the summer time so you assumed that there was no need to worry about that yet.

A few weeks later...

You were walking around Gotham with Damian the day after the third gala that you had attended. It wasn’t hard to become fast friends with Cass, Babs, and Steph seeing as how they were literal queens of the entire Batfam and the rest of the family welcomed you with open arms, but recently you and Damian haven’t been spending as much time as the two of you would like to. It was something that he had “voiced” after kind of ignoring you for a few days which led to some interrogation on your end, plus some slight teasing.

Finally, you guys were doing something that didn’t involve six other people, even if those *other people* were very much welcomed. The two of you walked down a sidewalk into a coffee shop where you proceeded to grab a table for the two of you and Damian got the drinks. He came back and smiled some, sitting down and passing you Y/F/D.

“Thank you.” You said taking a sip from the drink.

“Anytime.” He answered before the look of an idea graced his face, “There’s a book store not too far from here that you’d probably like.”

“Is it a Barnes and Noble or just corner/ local shop?” You inquired.

“It’s a corner shop just down the street. Trust me, it’s better than any Barnes and Noble you’ve ever seen.” He answered.

“Wanna bet on it Dames?” You chuckled some.

“Only if you’re prepared to lose Y/N/N.” Damian challenged, “If this is the most impressive book store you’ve ever walked into, I get to take you out on a date Friday night.”

“Well, then, I might purposely lose, Wayne.” You smiled at him some, the look of brilliant trouble glazing over your eyes, “And if I win, you can take me out and kiss me after the store.”

“I might do both regardless.”

You raised a brow, “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s go see this awe -inspiring book store.”

You guys walked down the street, swarmed by the media and paparazzi as they were getting pictures of Gotham’s newest unconfirmed couple. The two of you stopped in front of a store that read, “Corner- Shop Books.”

“Straight to the point I see.” You said sarcastically as you guys walked inside.

“Mhmm.” Damian looked to see your reaction which was almost immediate.

The shop was bigger than you expected. There were shelves everywhere and a small sitting area near the middle of the store. In the back, there were stairs that lead to another floor of books and the seemingly infinite sea of literature drew in anyone that gazed into its glass doors. You were still for a second, admiring the large room and then walking around some, leaving Damian behind for a few seconds.

To Damian, watching you was like watching a kid in a candy shop. You gently ran your fingers over some of the intricate spines of the books, making your way to the classical literature, and then myths, history, and up the staircase to where the fiction and fantasy was.

He smiled as you looked so at peace in the world. It was the first time that he had really seen you this comfortable aside from some of the moments where you two were alone in the library reading or out in the gardens having conversations on whatever subject or topic you were interested in discussing. The thought that you guys might be here for hours crossed his mind, but was quickly brushed away once he saw the excited look on your face as you found something that was interesting enough to grab hold of your ever -wandering attention.

“What is this one about?” He asked referring to the hard -back book with a beautiful pale pink and gold cover, and what looked to be part of a castle on the spine.

You were reading the synopsis of the book before answering him, “It’s a book about a princess that comes from a lineage where the first of the family was a “god killer” of sorts. He defeated the goddess of death when she decided to take over the land and now the goddess, 300 years later, is back to reclaim her throne.” You stopped for a second, “It’s also got a male character who acts as an assassin for the king and may or may not be the romantic interest of the trilogy.”

“The boxed set is right there if you’d like it.” He picked it up and handed it to you.

“I’d like to not spend a ton of money on books until I find a job or something.” You said putting the book down.

“I’ll get it for you. Just get what you’d like, the bookshelves in your bedroom are looking empty as of late except for the few you managed to bring. I can see how you stare at it sometimes with the look of dissatisfaction during some of our conversations.” Damian offered, joking some at the last part.

“Dames, it’s okay I-“ He cut you off.

“I insist Y/N.” He said handing you the box of books.

You gratefully smiled at him and offered a thank you before continuing along in the store to hunt for more books. It was maybe three hours before you guys left. You had a few bags of books and thanked Damian profusely. He insisted that it was totally fine and you kind of stopped once you reminded yourself that he was, in fact, the son of a billionaire.

Once back in the manor, you had run upstairs to start organizing your shelf, you know, as any book worm might. It wasn’t long before you got a knock at the door and you were pretty sure you knew exactly who it was.

“Come in.” You turned off Y/F/P and waited for the person to come in.

Damian walked into your room and shut the door, “So, about the bet.” He asked, “Was it the most impressive book store you’ve ever seen?”

You thought for a moment, “Well I mean, the one in New York was really cool that one time, oh there was that one from Jersey...” You looked up and smiled, “Just kidding. And yes, it was by far, the best bookstore I’ve ever seen.”

He smiled and walked to you, putting his hands on your waist, “Then I hope that you will keep your end of the bargain and accompany me to dinner Friday night?”

“I will.” You replied, your breath hitching some at how close you two were, “I am slightly disappointed that you didn’t lose though.”

“And why is that Y/N?” He asked.

“Because now, you don’t have to kiss me.” You smirked some as he stared you intensely.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” With that, he pulled you into a long kiss, you ran your fingers through his hair at one point, and he pulled you dangerously close to his chest.

Once you broke apart he spoke up, “Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?”

“That’s an offer I cannot pass up.” You answered, “100%.”

“Well then beloved...” You smiled at the name remembering it from the fan fics, “I hope you have something to wear for our date.”

“I’ll find something.” You looked at your stack of books debating whether or not to start shelving them.

Your thoughts came to a stop when you heard that dinner was ready, you would just do it while Damian was on patrol. You were a night owl anyways, so it wouldn’t matter.

Ya’ll I’m dying I haven’t had literally any sleep but here we are lol. I hope that you guys had a great Easter and are doing well. If you have any requests, please send them in. I hope that you guys are staying safe and are well have a good day and keep sane! 😊

#damian wayne x reader #Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x y/n #damian wayne imagine #robin x reader #robin x y/n #batfam x reader #batboys x reader #batfam #dc comics #dc x reader #fan fic stuff #fan fic #for wandering dreamers series

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gothamstreetcat · 4 years ago

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Please share your thoughts based of the bingo cards below because I wanna know 👀

i am absolutely going to be talking about all things controversial below the cut: ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵃʳᵇᵃʳᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃᵇᶦᵗʰᵃ

season one

there isn't much I think is super controversial in season one, but I will definitely be talking about selina, the batcat kiss, and the overall season itself

on selina i have to say i was a little nervous before the show aired. it’s silly but also understandable for me because i always find myself getting nervous whenever someone new takes on a character I love. but honestly, i think camren is the best selina kyle we could have asked for. there is just always something about each catwoman/selina kyle i didn’t like, but with camren i think we get the most true and genuine portrayal because gotham shows her childhood—a obviously important part to selina’s character. it’s a side of her we never get to see much of in the comics or in films, and i just find it a very important part to her character.

sometimes I think people are too drawn into making selina something more (holy tim burton, batman! she’s got cat powers!). and I hate to throw tim under the bus with this, but over time the whole cat powers thing really pissed me off because part of what I loved about selina was how she was a regular person. she didn’t need cat powers to be great or special. it also kinda makes me sad when people compare cam’s selina so much to pfeiffer’s because a. camren is her own selina and shouldn’t be put under that kind of pressure and b. I really can’t see someone as tough as camren’s selina becoming some old man’s assistant with “corndogs” as a (cat)chprase(?)

i know it’s silly, but another thing about cam’s selina is how much i just love her. i just grew up wanting to be her and be like her. i wanted to be hardened by city streets and i know it’s dumb but i don’t think i have to explain why i feel such a strong way about her. we all have our favorite characters. **more of this hot mess in the tags

moving into the batcat kiss i was initially really uncomfortable and disappointed with it. david and cam were young at the time, therefore, so were bruce and selina, and i just honestly feel like it was too soon. however, i know in an interview they talked about it and were okay with it—cam saying how she was able to separate herself from the character—so I have grown to be more tolerant of it (is it dumb to say i was a little embarrassed for them because that’s how i would feel if it was me?) i am also not innocent because i did make a gifset of the kiss but it was also paired with selina asking for bruce’s consent, and i only made it because i liked the parallels (queue a young me making gifs on makeagif.com) Now, I will highly advocate for that gifset because to me it really shows how much selina went to get bruce’s ‘okay’ before she kissed him. i feel as though we are always advocating so much when it comes to a woman’s consent but never when it is a man’s and both are equally as important but we’ll get into that later in this post.

another thing i want to add, is how i’d like to believe i have some idea as to why they did the kiss in the first place. i want to believe it had something to do with the trauma of the day, or the fact that bruce is a boy who showed selina genuine kindness when she is clearly someone who has gone without. god forbid it only to be seen as ‘cute’ but perhaps, because selina wanted to know what it felt like to be touched in that sort of way. by someone like Bruce (who was innocent and had never been kissed) maybe it was some sort of way to thank him or a parting gift, to which i’m sure people would say that’s wrong but i feel with selina’s background it makes sense. as if it was a way for bruce to remember her by. now, i personally wouldn’t know what any of that feels like so maybe that throws all my credibility out the window but these are just my ideas.

the season overall i hold onto dear, i know we all have our favorites and this isn’t controversial, but you can’t beat the first. sometimes, i do feel like shows lose their way and loose that little spark when they first got started. and to be honest, i did feel that a little with gotham. not only that (and i’ve said this before so i’m sorry if i’m a broken record) but with gotham it gaves us these characters we are so used to seeing a certain way. the show took these seeming monsters and turned them human and we as watchers related to them. edward nygma was a nerd working at the gcpd. oswald was a guy holding an umbrella, turned dishwasher who then became the king of gotham. poison ivy was just a kid. everything was so new and fresh and exciting. so yeah, i think that’s a wrap on season one

season two

the only thing i am really going to talk about from this season was ‘babitha.’ again, i am sorry for anyone who follows me, is reading this and is a fan of them but in all seriousness: their relationship was toxic as hell. first off, i really didn’t like barbara nor tabitha before hand. barbara always felt whiny and needy while tabitha was played like some ditzy woman for her brother. together they were highly annoying, and i almost hate say that because independently tabitha was a really strong character. i still didn’t like her but i see and appreciate her without her brother.

going into that i really think there where times barbara dragged her down. times where barbara was unstable, power-hungry and it just seemed like tabitha was not enough unless she had more. barbara also didn’t seem to like the idea that butch had a special place in tabitha’s heart (and then later killed him). i mean this is a funny way, but barbara can come off like that kid who was never told ‘no’ in her life.

not to mention when tabitha died and barbara went and fucked jim for the sake it of, i guess. i know everyone grieves differently and holy batgirl, batman! but it doesn’t seem right.

i wish i had more to say on them with better examples, but i honestly have way more to say regarding the sirens so i’m gonna let you read that instead.

honorable mentions include: bridgit pike deserving better because that girl could never catch a break. and the true ending of herself and karen jennings meeting, falling in love, and leaving gotham together. it honestly makes me sad i made up this ship and it feels like i’m the only one keeping it afloat.

season three

again, i have my issues regarding the siren’s team up, so i was unhappy when they decided to make tabitha galavan selina’s mentor. i personally would not want to pair someone as vulnerable as selina with someone who physically and mentally abused her, but okay gotham. so that is where my ted grant comment came in, i assume you’ve read the comics and know that ted was one of the few who originally trained selina before becoming catwoman. therefore, i was disappointed they didn’t use him as i find him a better canidate for a mentor but also such an important person in her story. he would have been a great addition to the show.

of course my first honorable mention must go to the batman returns scene because you’re only hip if piggy-back off of tim burton. as i mentioned above i don’t like how much cam’s selina is compared to pfieffer’s. i don’t understand why they had to re-create something i already think is over hyped when gotham is already a great show on it’s own, it would have been redeeming if they had not done the ‘cat power’ thing in season five but thankfully they didn’t really use it.it really pisses me off how much they really tried to make that scene frame for frame.

my second honorable mention is going to be given to selina not knowing five was bruce because of his scars & alfred and maria respectively. i could talk a lot about why i love maria and alfred--i understand why people don’t like her and they’re right to do so, however, i do think they are right for one another. they both have jaded pasts, and yeah, the show was teasing love-interests for alfred a here and there but how can you not be happy for him when he saw selina’s mom? i think people should be redeemed and i honestly think maria was at least changed by her time at wayne manor and if you want i wrote a fic about alfred and maria but it’s totally bad writing wise so don’t read it. also. i’m sorry it’s dirty and i couldn’t go through with it. it’s kinda bad

as for selina and five i think there is something imamate about selina knowing bruce’s scars (not gonna lie,i was honestly going to talk about this but i’m too tired and don’t think i have anything meaningful to have)

season four

this is probably going to be the hardest season for me to talk about. and the only two things i’m going to cover are the toxic manipulation and abuse between the sirens team-up, as well as the sexual abuse bruce endured.

on the sirens i just wanna say i hopefully plan in the future to make a master-post involving this trio. i want to be as clear as possible and include the episodes but in case i don’t i’m just going to try my best. keep in mind i made this post regarding this topic a long time ago if you want the quick version. if you do check it out it’s been a while since i read it so it is probably messy and ugly. i also want to point out i’m going to try and talk about how much of the adults in selina’s life failed her. barbara and tabitha hit this mark pretty hard since at least barbara was there in the beginning stages of her life, and the trio themselves were made to appear as some sort of strong power-house.

i get on a surface level why fans like the barabra/tabitha + selina team-up (because girl power i guess), but i honestly can’t get over the abuse selina endured to even get to the point of being in a group. much of their relationship seemed more about tabitha and barbara loving to have her rather then love her, period. there were times during their involvement that it was clear selina was not an equal, and times where being with them made selina weaker (speaking about when she called upon them for help in that one episode where she was trapped, yet you’re telling me this is the same girl who took out that guy’s eyes from season one?) several times, selina appeared to be talked down to and treated as though she couldn’t handle tasks, yet has been homeless her whole life and has broken in and out of prison.

the interaction between barbara and selina from season one haunts me a great deal for the way barbara spoke to selina and was objectifying her. i made a long-post/ask about it here which i encourage you to look at. this is particularly hard for me to talk about for the simple fact of selina being a child of the streets and barbara speaking to her like she’s trying to pimp her out *for lack of a better way of saying it* i just don’t think this is something an adult should be saying to selina because the truth is that barabara is the adult and should do better. her and tabitha even dressed her up for that club commercial (in which selina was clearly unhappy) and had her running a club full of underage kids developing a drinking problem and one very small boy being taken advantage of.

people hate it when alfred slapped selina but when tabitha punched selina unconscious and kidnaped her for barbara it’s no big deal

and the episode “to our deaths and beyond” hits deepest and is a clean sign of manipulation when they both tricked selina into bringing bruce so they could mutilate him for his blood. even when he was crying and panicking barbara help him down and tabitha held selina back from helping him.

here is a gifset about the scene and *lex i’m sorry for using your set if you happen to see this (but please don’t see this because i don’t wanna make anyone feel bad and i just want to speak freely about what i believe)

again, not treating selina with respect, and when she straight told them she would have not brought bruce BECAUSE HE IS HER FRIEND, tabitha got defense and questioned her loyalty. first off, you are an adult and should know how to act better. she knew selina wouldn’t have brought bruce otherwise because they knew what they were doing was wrong. they knew how much bruce meant to selina and for them to try to guilt her is awful in itself. tricking and manipulating bruce is awful. mutilating him is awful. and holding selina back from helping her friend after you lied to her is awful--this is honestly one of the most sickening things for me to watch *not to mention why you would not want selina to be friends with bruce when he’s clearly a great guy* (but the gifset is pretty no question. shout-out to lex for being so talented)

in addition to this, the entire selina getting shot storyline is right up there too. i understand the writer’s didn’t have enough time to flesh everything out but it wasn’t even mentioned once that barbara and tabitha went to visit her. i believe tabitha might have mentioned it but it was only to get revenge over jeremiah, but they never visited her or checked on her, and she tried to kill herself and still nothing.

now, i’m not trying to be all biased for bruce wayne because he was there for her every singe day and never left her side. nor would i ever mention that idea of bruce physically helping selina care for her own body when she couldn’t. how he got her that medicine to heal her pain and held her while she screamed that she wanted to die. all the while doing everything he could to help her not feel that way again.

you can say a lot of things about bruce wayne. people love to talk shit about him. but at the end of the day you can never say he was a bad friend, because he was the best. and you can’t say that for barbara and tabitha (not only to add how all the abuse was never brought up nor apologized for)

now, onto something that i am a big advocate for and particularly boils my blood. bruce’s alcohol problem and constant physical abuse by the adults in the show.

i am mainly speaking about ivy (peyton list) however, while reading a reddit thread someone said that grace’s actress as twenty-one years of age, also kissing david (who i believe was sixteen at the time). someone else, also said that it wasn’t really illegal but i honestly do not care. if the roles were reversed and it was a young girl vs an older man, people would be in outrage and i don’t think that should change be it david.

the scene with peyton particularly bothers me because she is substantially older, and while you could argue it might not be david based off how the scene was shot, i highly doubt it. it’s wrong no matter how you slice it and it particularly bothers me because the abuse surrounding men/boys is taken so lightly. i’m not trying to put presidency over female abuse, as i believe both are equal in how awful they are, but there is evidence behind males being mocked. something that is at a higher volume, and it makes me wonder the number of rapes that go unreported or those who can’t talk about it because they won’t be believed. i’ve already seen it but i would be lying if i said i wasn’t worried for david to be conditioned to think what happened to him was fun or cool.

on top of all the kissing in the club scene followed by waking up in bed with the two girls--i would not hesitate to think he was taken advantage of in some way. i also can’t even think of his drinking days and not think of all the people who potentially abused him.

i obviously can’t speak for david and perhaps i’m grasping at straws but this is something that bother me and no one talks about enough.

season five

nothing to add here except while i did miss cam in the final and it wasn’t complete without here, i very much respect her for her choice to walk away. i think it shows a high level of intelligence and integrity (something i wish i had). and i most admire her for passing on the torch when she felt she wasn’t ready, which i think speaks volumes of her and her character. again, selina one selina will always be my favorite so i love the idea of my favorite staying a young girl before she was ready. i don’t think the show was ready. and as much as i would have loved for her to have a cameo like david did, it isn’t here or there and she said she favorite scene was on the staircase. so as far as i’m concerned, that’s the best place to leave on (even though that wasn’t the last scene but we’re ignoring that)

i hope this wasn’t too wordy or long!

#i'm so sorry if me not using capitals was really annoying. i wanted to be aesthetically pretty #thank you dear!#please feel free to add to this!#sorry this took so long #gotham bingo #asks #asks: ashlyn #also. in case I don't talk about it in the post (because I always write the tags first)#street selina is really important to me because it’s something we don’t see enough of in the comics #it’s what I crave so I’m sure it makes be biased to rave about cam’s performance #but long ago I used to think Kitt and Newmar were over the top (now I find them endearing and funny)#plus 60’s catwoman comes off more like a villain and maybe the only redeeming thing was how she was considering change for batman #unfortunately though when newmar left they didn’t have the romance with kitt but also in a weird way I grew up with cam #she was not really *catwoman* but I do think selina Kyle on her own is just as fucking important #as I say with bruce because really anyone can be batman or catwoman but it takes someone special to be the one underneath #and I’m around the same age as cam and when I watched that show my life was a certain way #and when it was over my life was totally different #I wanted to be her and I used to think if selina could do something so could I. which is why I hold so tight onto season one #with the other catwoman. I like Phiffer but I think she’s a little overrated. again. I hate the cat thing. I hate the assistant thing #but all an all I’ve grown to love the film more and more. with Hathaway I don’t think she had a lot to work with #also. I’m a nit picky motherfucker and I didn’t like that she didn’t have her whip nor did I like that she used guns #there was really nothing wrong with her but there wasn’t much special either (again. she didn’t have much to work with)#and a speical mention for Hally Berry who was not selina and again the cat thing but she was my first catwoman and who got me into the #character in the first place. don’t know why I’m fucking judging newmar and kitt though considering I pulled the same shit when I was a kid #but okay Haley

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moonb-eam · 5 years ago

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Hi! I just started reading your fics. You're such an amazing writing. Do you have any writing advice? Also what books/movies/TV shows have influenced your writing?

ahh hello darling!! 🧡🧡🧡 these are such lovely questions thank you so much!!

okay, so i answered a fanfic ask about writing advice here a little while ago, but i’ll reiterate a few points, and add some new ones!!

i do want to say that these tips are just my opinion, and writing, like any other form of art, is so specific in process to each individual writer that what works for me definitely won’t work for everyone 🧡

(these are going to be very general and conceptual, but if you’d like some more technical “craft” advice then please let me know!!)

1. i’m going to keep repeating this until i die - the most important thing is to write, as basic as that sounds! i know some people who write every single day - i don’t, i find that exhausting - but i do try to write as often as i can, even if it’s something i observe on the bus to work that i write down on my phone, or it’s a single line for an opening of a new story. for me personally, i find it important to keep that part of my brain exercised, which is actually why i started writing fan fiction in the first place - so i could make deadlines for myself and keep writing in the midst of a terribly depressing job search, so i don’t lose that part of myself.

2. now, that being said, there are some days where writing just straight up doesn’t work. i sit down at my laptop and i have no words inside of myself, and it’s so frustrating when that happens, especially when you only have certain times of the day/week/month dedicated to writing. when that happens, i don’t force it. i have a friend in edinburgh who bakes every time he’s frustrated with a story - he says it always helps him to methodically create something and see it come to fruition, so he doesn’t feel so mentally stuck whenever he returns to his story. i have another friend who draws whenever she hits a writing snag. for myself, i like to go for runs whenever that happens - it helps me clear my head and sometimes, gives me new ideas. writing is something that doesn’t just happen at the computer or the notebook. it’s happening constantly, with the media you consume, the interactions you observe, the new words you learn, the fragments of ideas that pass through your mind. so yes, the actual writing of the words is critical, but so are all the other parts, and above all, it’s so important to take care of your mental state before anything else.

3. it’s also important to read a lot!!! there is no better inspiration that consuming the work of authors you really love and admire! i pretty well always have a book on me, and in the rare moments that i don’t, you know i’ve got ao3 loaded on my phone

4. rules and conventions exist for a few reasons, and one of those reasons is so they can be broken. so often young writers are told time and time again to find their “voice” or their distinct writing style, and what can happen is they feel pressured into boxing themselves up so early in their career - for example, in my master’s program, i wrote mostly science fiction, and was essentially labelled “science fiction girl” - that’s not necessarily a bad thing, because i love sci-fi, but i felt like i could never step outside of that box, because the people in my workshop would say, “this doesn’t feel like you” - but i didn’t even know who i was as a writer at that point, and honestly i still don’t - writing fan fiction has actually been really good for me to experiment with my prose and see how readers react to it. what i’m saying is, try something new, try whatever interests you, whatever you think may be cool, and if it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t, but don’t let yourself be swayed by what you think people may want to see from you. does that make sense? always remember that you’re writing for yourself before anyone else

5. the “don’t be afraid to write badly” advice is overused, but that’s because it’s important. i have a bad habit of self-editing as a write, which means writing a first draft can take me ages. sometimes, the best thing you can do is try to let go, and just let yourself put the words down without overanalyzing them. i described it in a group chat as “no thoughts, only words” asdfjkdf - when i first started in my workshop in edinburgh, i was terrified to write anything that wasn’t perfect, as though i would be judged for it. but the best thing you can do, is to show unfinished, imperfect work to people you trust. it is inherently embarrassing to share your writing, to let people see the inside of your heart, more or less, but it is the best way to improve - to get feedback, and to take it into consideration for your own work. not all feedback is good feedback, but all of it should be listened to! (conversely, if you’re ever asked for feedback, it’s so important to learn the distinction between being critical and being constructive)

6. this is getting quite long 😬 so i think i’ll do just one more - in the midst of practicing writing, receiving feedback, drafting and editing, i think it’s important to remember that, on a base level, what we do is tell stories, and that’s something that is really special. the act of writing isn’t always fun. editing certainly isn’t always fun, but telling stories is. finding new ways to look at the world is. discovering something new about a character is. what i mean to say is, get excited about your own work. get excited by your own ideas. those moments of excitement, for me, always help to carry me through some of the rougher bits

and now for a bit of inspiration!!

there are a lot of writers whose work i really admire - i would never say i’m as good as them asdfjk but i think they all have influenced me in one way or another

for novelists, i’m really inspired by madeleine miller, erin morgenstern, cherie dimaline, maggie stiefvater, leigh bardugo, ursula leguin, kurt vonnegut, mary shelley, shirley jackson, thomas king and kazuo ishiguro

then there are some writers who do short stories and more experimental work, who have influenced me more in the last year or so: helen mcclory (i highly recommend everyone check out her work!!), shane jones (specifically the short novel light boxes), leanne shapton, and susannah m. smith (specifically the fairy tale museum)

and poets!! anne carson, richard siken, pablo neruda, amanda lovelace, i know there are more i’m forgetting....damn it

then there are a few illustrators/comic artists whose work really inspires me, such as tom gauld, emily carroll, tove jansson (moomins!!) and again i just know there are more i can’t think of!!! 😫

okay, okay lastly film and tv: i love any work by guillermo del toro, jane campion, alfred hitchcock, hayao miyazaki (so i LOVE your icon!!) and joe wright (except the peter pan film...we don’t talk about that...) i also think phoebe waller-bridge and dan levy are such stellar tv writers and i am very, very jealous of them - and OF COURSE skam, and all its iterations 🧡

(and if you browse through my “fic rec” tag on here, everything on there is from incredibly talented writers!!)

alright this got very long, I'm sorry about that!! but i hope there’s something in here that speaks to you in some way ✨ best of luck to you in your writing, and please drop by my inbox anytime if you’d like to talk more about it!! 😚

#asks #barsofambrosia #long post #writing #thank you again for the questions!!#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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fineandwittie · 3 years ago

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IT'S THE FINAL FANFIC...Dun-nuh-nuh-nuh. Duh-nah-nu-nu-nuhhhhhh.

And so the final fic in the series begins. I have no idea how many chapters it will be. I have a vague idea of the plot/form of it...we'll see how we get there :D

#fan fic #fanfiction #fanfic #uhtred of bebbanburg #the last kingdom #alfred the great #king alfred #tlk alfred #netflix the last kingdom #uhtred x alfred #tlk uhtred #alfred x uhtred #alfe & uhte #tlk fanfiction #building a dream #Dreaming the Future

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thestarwrites · 6 years ago

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City of God (Finan x OC)

Fic Summary: Finan the Agile meets a Celt-Saxon woman, and for once he can’t think of anything else

Part One

Rating: PG

Please don’t plagiarize!

Also I wanted to share this with some other Finan fans I’ve noticed!

@nxrdist @joyofbebbanburg @medievalfangirl

word count: 1,950

Wintecester. City of God. City of Alfred. The big beating heart of Wessex, the west Saxon kingdom. She had never seen anything so big- not since she’d left Ireland, anyhow. Her mother was Irish, father was a West Saxon, and the two women had been living in East Anglia while her father traveled for work. That was until it became unsafe. Her father had found work with the King, and so here she was, Kelly of the Celts— now of Wessex. Daughter of the Royal blacksmith; named Urlworth, and his Irish love Brienne, now united under one roof. The King’s roof.

The first few weeks Kelly was in Wintecester, she had attended church regularly, met with some of the priests who were interested in the stranger, interested in if she was betrothed- though she was considered old to not yet be married. Her hair still hung down; a maiden’s hairstyle. But it was clear to all that she was more a Celt than a Saxon, she knew strange ways. She knew a bit of sword-art, she knew a bit about blacksmithing from her father. And she was educated, like a noble Lady; for apparently, her mother was a of fine breeding.

Father Beocca took a liking to the girl right away. She loved learning and she loved God. Two things they had in common. Beocca’s beautiful young wife Thyra was quickly one of Kelly’s closest friends.

She had met the Lord Uhtred, Tyra’s adoptive brother, as well as the Abbess Hild. Thyra had told her of the Earl Ragnar in Dunholm, her older blood brother. However she had never met any of Uhtred’s oath-men, though she had seen them from afar, well, seen one from afar. The handsome one, Finan was his name she was told. He was the one she’d caught looking at her, the one who even more embarrassingly had caught her looking at him. Her made her insides squirm when she met those mischievous brown eyes.

The first time they met, she was walking home from visiting with Thyra. She ran into Uhtred and two of his Oath-men, Shitric and Finan, headed into the Two-Cranes alehouse. Along with its ale it was known for its… services. She knew as a recently and very happily married man, Uhtred would only be drinking ale. The others? Well, she felt a sting of jealousy at the prospect of Finan bedding some whore- though they had never spoken, though she had no rights to be jealous.

“Hello, Lord Uhtred.” She smiled gently.

He grinned, “Hello!” He bowed his head and hugged her as they approached one another. Turning he motioned, “Kelly, these are some of my men— Sitric, and Finan.”

Shitric smiled brightly, “Hello, pleasure to meet you at last, Miss.”

“At last?” She smiled a bit bashfully.

“Thyra talks of almost nothing else besides her new best friend.” Uhtred explains with a smile.

Kelly turns her gaze to the Irishman, whose warm brown eyes were looking right through her. She swallowed and became lost there with him. As Shitric and Uhtred exchanged a playful glance, they disappeared into the Two Cranes without Finan noticing. After a long few moments, Finan extends his hand to her, “Lady.”

Taking it she blushed and smiled a little, “Pleasure to meet you, Finan.”

“Tha pleasure’s mine, my Lady.” He said softly as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. His beard was coarse, and he smelled of leather and sweat. He was even more intoxicating up close than he was across streets or in the market, “Yer even prettier in up close, lady.”

Kelly still had her hand in his, “Oh, uhm, thank you— um, Please— please, call me Kelly.” She was nervous under his gaze.

“As you wish.” He grinned. Suddenly the sound of a shattering ale pot pulled them from their thoughts, “Oh I, I better let ye git on home, I don’ want ta keep ye.” He said kissing her knuckles once more, “Goodnight, Kelly.”

She finally was released from his hand, “Goodnight, Finan.” She smile politely and continued down the street. Once out of eyesight, she started hurrying home. Her chest was on fire, and she was trembling. No one had ever kissed her hand in such a tender way.

That very next morning, Kelly walked into they Abbey to pray, only to find Finan already kneeling in prayer, cross in hand. She didn’t want to disturb him— and mostly she didn’t want him thinking she was following him. Taking a step backward toward the door, she bumped into one of the simple wooden pews. His head snapped up and he turned at the noise- breaking into a small smile as he saw her. They were alone in this chapel, turning back he crossed himself and stood, “Come ta pray, Lady?”

Swallowing, she wet her lips, his eyes followed her, “Yes.” She said meekly. He sauntered over to her, the swagger he had was unlike any man she’d ever encountered. She’d met a score of Irish men, and Saxon men, some who tried to woo her, and they never radiated the bravado he did. He smiled sweetly, taking her hand and kissing the knuckles once again, “I’ll leave you to yer peace, then.”

Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding she stared into his eyes. Finan smiled wider as his other hand gently cupped her cheek, and she leaned into it. He had actually just prayed for her to be more present in his life- and he was in awe, God had worked his will so fast. He almost thought he might be dreaming, could she ever think of him the way he thought of her? “Sorry, Lady.” He smiled bashfully, bowing his head, “I shall leave you now,” He kissed the knuckles of her hand once more before slipping out of the Church, heading for Uhtred’s home.

Kelly cupped both of her cheeks as she tried to push away the sinful thoughts she was having in God’s house.

Hild walked into the Church and blinked, “Kelly? I thought only Finan was in here? Are you alright, girl? You’re red as a flame!”

“I-“ She stammered before shaking her head, “Nothing! I just came to pray—“

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Finan, would it?”

Her cheeks burned hotter, “He’s…”

“That bad, hm?”

“That nothing. I’m late for- uhm- my chores.” She turned and rushed out of the room.

Hild smirked. This would have to be brought to Uhtred’s attention.

They met again a week later in the market. Kelly carried a basket full of produce and salted meats, struggling a little through the crowd.

“Allow me, my lady.” The cool voice of the Irishman called out as he took the basket with ease out of her arms. She barely had time to react before he grinned, “Been thinkin’ about ye, lass.”

Looking at him she blinked, “You have?”

“Of course, yer beauty eludes me as the sun on a cloudy day, lady.”

Her cheeks flushed and she sighed softly, “Finan, how many times must I tell you, I am no Lady, I’m just Kelly.”

“Yer a Lady ta me, my angel.”

Swallowing she put her hand on the basket handle, “I can handle the basket,

Pulling it away he smirked, “On the contrary, I pride myself as a man of honor, and God forbid I don’t help a damsel with a heavy parcel.”

Blushing she sighed, crossing her arms as they walked, “What are you after, Irishman?”

"Must I be after something?” He asked innocently, “I can’t just be in want of your pleasant company, girl?” He smirked and looked at her.

“Likely story.” She chuckled softly.

He smirked and winked at her, to which she blushed and giggled. He felt on cloud nine, the way he presented himself was working, “I told ye, yer an angel and I am but a poor sinner in want of your company.”

Kelly giggled once more and sighed softly, “Honestly, Finan, what are you after.”

He opened his mouth to speak, and then decided better of it. He wanted to ask her on a proper date, maybe lunch by the riverside. And for all his prowess With women, there was something here he didn’t want to mess up. He had to say something, had to talk to her— “Nothin, girl.”

“Well here we are.” She took a deep breath and went to take the basket from him, “Thank you for your assistance, Finan, regardless of motive.” She smirked.

“Yer most welcome, my lady.” He stopped to once again kiss her knuckles.

Blushing she smiled and looked up at him, “Have a good evening, Irishman.” He nodded and winked at her once more, moving away to walk back to Uhtred’s townhouse.

“And where have you been?” Gisela asked with a smirk when she saw Finan enter the hall once more. Uhtred and Sitric looked up from their conversation, watching the Irishman intently, Sitric had a smirk on his face.

“Hello, Lady Gisela- uh- just helpin’ out a friend.” He said lamely.

“Would that friend happen to be a certain blacksmith’s daughter by any chance?” She asked with a knowing smirk, “Hild just came in, she said she saw you flirting with the young lass, carrying her basket for her, being an absolute gentleman.”

His ears reddened, “She’s a pretty girl what can I say?” He huffed gently.

“Yes, very pretty— also half Irish!” Sitric smirked, “I’d say our Irishman is very taken with her. They could have little Celt babies!”

“Shut it!” Finan shouted.

“Have you plans to take this young lady out? Hild has told me this is not the first time you have been seen flirting with her.” Gisela asked.

Finan frowned, “I might be t’inkin’ about it.”

“Have you asked Lord Uhtred for permission to marry?” Sitric quipped with a laugh.

His cheeks flushed, “I have no intention of takin a wife, ye nosy bastard.” He grunted back to Sitric. The Dane just laughed heartily, slapping his knee before

Uhtred rose to approach his friend, “I’m serious, Lord. She’s just a pretty girl, and I like pretty girls.” He stroked a nervous hand across his beard.

Sitric started laughing harder.

“Don’t ye have a whore to visit?!” Finan yelled, cheeks red.

Uhtred put a hand up, “Enough!” He turned back to his right hand, “Maybe ask this pretty girl to dinner? Only if in the interest of getting to see her longer.” Uhtred patted his friends back.

“Aye. Maybe I will.” He wet his lips, “Excuse me, lord, I’m goin ta go wash.”

While he walked away, Gisela looked to Uhtred with a knowing smile, “And just like that, Finan the Agile, the great lover of women, has met a woman to conquer his heart.”

“You think so, my love?” Uhtred cooed as he wrapped his arms about his woman, the woman he was finally reunited with, who he was able to hold and marry and love freely now.

“Yes, I know that look in a mans eye. I remember it when I saw you. Finan has never been one to traverse the markets, and every time you are not in need of him, off he goes to catch glimpses of her in the streets. Thyra has also been telling me that Kelly is smitten with him. She always reports when she catches his eyes, or when they meet in public and he gallantly kisses her knuckles upon every greeting.”

Sitric smirked, “Wait until I tell the boys.”

Uhtred laughed heartily, and Gisela just rolled her eyes, “You men are terrible.”

#finan #finan the agile #the last kingdom #finan x oc #last kingdom #fanfiction

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