#oc: edward danes

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The Maddison-Danes-Favian Family Tree

Maternal Grandmother

Name: Melissa Eleanor Danes Ellie Marie Maddison

Face Claim: Julienne Moore

Maternal Grandfather [Deceased]

Name: Edward Danes

Face Claim: Liam Neeson

Step-Grandmother

Name: Lilith Shane Maddison

Face Claim: Michelle Gomez

Parental Grandmother

Name: Lilibet Constantine Daphne Favian

Face Claim: Jamie Lee Curtis 

Mother

Name: Calliope Favian

Face Claim: Amy Adams

Father

Name: Ethan Favian

Face Claim: Robert Downey Jr

Twin Brother

Name: Anthony Eleanor Favian

Face Claim: K.J. Apa

Maternal Aunt

Name: Juliet Favian

Face Claim: Natalie Dormer

Uncle [Deceased]

Name: Daniel Favian

Face Claim: Jeffery Dean Morgan

Cousin’s Father

Name: Jackson Kineth Reiley

Face Claim: Ian Bohen

Cousin; Nica

Name: Dominica Lillie Favian

Face Claim: Madelaine Petsch

Tumblr: @gingerly-artful

Maternal Aunt

Name: Whitney Danes

Face Claim: Isla Fisher

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[autumnalarchives]

flare-up's, huh?

[persephones-journey]

It was Rare, I was There

Just a one shot about Uhtred and an OC ... and knifeplay....

Listen... I am not an Uhtred girlie but... Man, can get it... Sometimes lol

Eadburg sat in her dining room eyeing the empty chair at the head of the table.

It was where her husband use to sit.

He did not dine anymore.

No, he laid in a wooden casket outside of the walls of the estate, dead, his body rotting away.

Eadburg ran the estate now, for her son was much too young and she refused to allow her daughter to be bethrothed, even if every single man who rode through said at eight, she needed to think of these things.

“Lady,” her head house guard said as he walked into the room. He bowed. “Riders headed our way.”

She sighed. She rubbed her brow and nodded. “Can you tell who it is?” she asked. He eyed her. “Edmund?” she asked.

He nodded. “I believe it is Uhtred, the Dane-Slayer,” he said.

Eadburg's heart pounded in her chest. Memories broke forth from the dam she had built around them in her mind.

“You taste like sunshine,” Uhtred whispered as his tongue licked her inner thigh, cleaning her wetness away. “I will need to bury my head in you more often,” he looked up at her, his ice blue eyes filled with desire.

Eadburg knew she should not be here. She was meant to be in the palace, serving Alfred's widow and Edward's new wife.

Not servicing Uhtred, the Dane-Slayer.

“Please,” she whispered as he stood. She saw his cock out of his trousers, ready for her. She had already had it in her mouth, in her hand, but it would seem Uhtred was finally ready to complete her ruination and take her virginity as well.

“Shh,” he whispered as he kissed her. “I swear, I will not hurt you.”

And he thrusted deep into her...

“YOU SWORE NEVER TO HURT ME!” Eadburg screamed as she shoved Uhtred.

He grabbed her wrists and yanked her close to him. His ice blue eyes cold as they looked at her. “And I didn't.”

“You liar,” she spat at him. “You have hurt me here, right now. Telling me you have moved on.”

“I have,” he insisted. “It is not my fault that you let yourself believe we could be more.”

Eadburg looked at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. The pain tore at her heart. She swallowed it, deep within her. Along with any words she had planned to tell him about the babe she carried.

His babe.

“Lady Eadburg,” Edmund's voice pulled her out of her memories. “Do you wish to let them in?”

She nodded. “I do, Edmund,” she answered. She stood. “Allow them to enter the courtyard. I will go and tell the children to stay in their rooms,” she said.

“Do you not trust them, lady?” Edmund asked.

Eadburg looked at him. She shook her head. “Some of the men, yes, but others,” she thought of Uhtred, “no, I do not trust them at all.”

Edmund nodded and she turned and left the room. She walked down the halls towards the nursery where her two children, Edla, her daughter and, Cenhelm, her son. They were all she had left in the world. Her husband had been killed in Aegelesburg along with his eldest son, which left little Cenhelm as the heir and lord of the estate. Aethelflaed, the new Lady of Mercia, had granted Eadburg custody of her son and daughter and a parchment allowing her to run the estate until her son became of age.

Eadburg was under no illusions though, she knew she was not really safe. A piece of paper would not stop men for taking her son or daughter, kidnapping them away in the hopes and stealing her land, her home.

She would keep them safe.

Even from warriors she had known for years.

“Momma, shouldn't you be eating?” Edla asked as Eadburg leaned in the doorway of the rooms.

She took in her daughter's ice blue eyes and dark hair. She was almost a perfect picture of Uhtred. It hurt at times to look at her but Eadburg would never let her daughter know it.

“I ate already, love,” she said smiling. She walked into the room and stood behind Cenhelm, as the young boy ate his meal. She stroked his dark hair, the only thing he shared with his sister and her. She leaned down and kissed his head. “Visitors have arrived and I-.”

“You want us to stay here,” Edla sighed. She got up and walked over to Eadburg and wrapped her arms around her waist. She was tall for her age; something else she got from Uhtred. “You wish to protect us,” she muttered.

Eadburg nodded. “I do,” she answered. She leaned down and kissed Edla on the forehead. “I do not trust these men.”

“Everyone you trust already lives here,” Cenhelm said as he hung his head upside down to look at them. Eadburg saw his dark brown eyes looking at her. She sighed and patted the four year old on the cheek.

“Yes, Cen, everyone I trust already lives here,” she answered. “Now sit probably before you hurt yourself.”

“Yes, Momma,” he answered.

“All right,” Edla said. “We will stay here,” she added.

Eadburg nodded. She stroked her daughter's hair. “Good,” she kissed her cheek. “I love you, my sweet.”

“I love you too, Momma,” Edla answered.

“I luv you too!” Cenhelm exclaimed his mouth filled with bread.

Eadburg chuckled. She pulled away from Edla and turned towards Cenhelm. She kissed him on the cheek as well. He laughed as she tickled and pinched his side. She pulled away and walked to the doorway. She turned back and watched Edla sit beside Cenhelm and the two of them laughing together.

One would never think they had separate fathers.

Eadburg took a slow breath and closed the door. It was time to go face her past.

***

Uhtred dismounted from his horse and walked over to the cart. He looked over the side and saw Athelstan huddled in Finan's cloak and wool blankets. Finan sat beside the boy and Uhtred saw the Irishman stroke Athelstan's dark hair.

“How is he?” Uhtred asked, knowing it would do them no good to have the son of the king die while they were moving him to safety.

“He fell asleep a while ago,” Finan answered. “He said he was not hungry,” he added as he continued to stroke the boy's hair.

Uhtred could see the worry on Finan's face; the Irishman had bonded quite fiercely with the boy. So had Sihtric. Uhtred nodded.

“Well, hopefully, the lord of this estate can offer us shelter here while Athelstan recovers,” Uhtred turned, “Osferth, you have enough herbs or will you-.”

“I may have to make a trip to the local market, depending on what the lord has in their household,” Osferth answered as he dismounted.

“If you wait for the lord to give you permission, you will be waiting a very long time,” a voice echoed in the courtyard.

Uhtred felt a chill roll down his spine. He saw Finan frown, meaning that he had not schooled his features as much as he had hoped. He took a slow breath and turned around.

Walking towards him was a ghost from his past. A love he had pushed aside to have Aethelflaed.

Eadburg, third daughter of an alderman of Mercia. She had been sent to Wessex to serve Aelswith when Alfred grew sicker, and she was also a friend to Aethelflaed when Aethelflaed took refuge in Wessex from Aethelred on occasion.

She had become a friend to Aethelflaed and Uhtred had even seen her laughing in the company of Finan and Osferth at times.

He had been grieving from losing Gisela. So, when she had whispered words of comfort to him, he had turned and kissed her. And a kiss had lead to more.

That more had lead to Uhtred breaking her heart, and lying to himself about his own feelings, while he went off and bedded Aethelflaed.

“Eadburg,” he said.

“That is Lady Eadburg to you, Uhtred,” she stated coldly.

Finan sighed. “Out of all the estates in Mercia,” he muttered.

Uhtred ignored him and turned his attention completely towards Eadburg. She was beautiful, even then; when she was looking at him wishing him dead.

“Lady Eadburg,” he said softly and carefully. “I would ask you give shelter to myself and my men for a few days. We have a boy with us, who is sick and needs time to recover,” he stated.

She frowned. She walked closer and towards the cart. She smiled when she saw Finan. “Finan,” she said, her voice filled with happiness, “you are looking well,” she said.

Uhtred turned and saw Finan nod at her and smirked. “Lady, you are looking ravishing as always,” he said with a wink.

Eadburg snorted. “I see you are still a flirt, Finan,” Finan laughed and Uhtred felt jealousy course through him as Eadburg chuckled as well. She looked into the cart more. “Who is this boy?” she asked.

“Athelstan,” Osferth answered as he walked over to Eadburg. Again, Eadburg had a smile for Osferth. “Lady,” he bowed his head, “he is King Edward's first born son,” he added softly.

Uhtred heard the curses Eadburg muttered. She turned and looked at him. “You brought Edward's bastard to my doorstep?” she demanded.

“In my defence, lady, I did not know it was your doorstep,” he said carefully.

Eadburg eyed him. “Your men and the boy can stay. You, however,” she stepped closer, “I think you should sleep outside the gate. I might provide you a blanket.”

Uhtred stepped closer to her. He saw her hand reached down to her belt but he glanced back up at her face. “Lady Eadburg,” he stepped closer to her, “perhaps you could move on from our past. After all, you are married and I doubt your husband would be happy to see his wife acting like a common whore.”

He heard Finan sigh. “If she kills ya, lord, I am telling Lady Aethelflaed ya deserved it,” he muttered.

Uhtred glanced at Finan and it was his mistake; he underestimated just how angry Eadburg was at him. When he turned back to look at her, he hissed as he felt cold steel against his neck. He looked down and saw that she had a dagger, with a large ruby stone on it's pommel, held up against his neck. He looked at her eyes.

And all he saw was cold rage.

“My husband, lord Uhtred, was recently killed by the Danes. He took his older son with him and I lost both of them. I am holding this estate and running it for my little son, who is four, all the while trying to stop men from suggesting it is time I betrothed my daughter, who is barely older than her brother. So, lord, if you wish to call me names, continue to do so, but know that it is I who run this estate and I have no husband to answer to,” she stated her voice cold as stone.

Silence echoed around them. Uhtred stared into her eyes. He tried to see the girl he had once known; once loved. He couldn't see her anymore.

He wondered if that was his doing. If him breaking her heart had torn away a part of herself; the soft, kind part that he had fallen for.

“Lady,” Osferth said, his voice so soft and gentle as he stepped beside Uhtred, “Lord Uhtred meant no offence. He is worried about Athelstan and we have been travelling and-.”

Uhtred hissed as he felt the dagger press a tad deeper into his neck. “Do you always let your men apologize for you?” she asked.

“Only Osferth,” Uhtred muttered. “He is the only one it seems who would not like to see me gutted like a fish by you.”

He heard Finan chuckle. “Aye, well, baby monk is soft like that.”

“Do you apologize, Lord Uhtred?” Eadburg asked.

Uhtred looked at her, her once welcoming bright grey eyes were now cold and stormy. He swallowed and knew that she would cut him. Finan might not think she would but form where Uhtred stood, he could see that she truly would slit his throat if he said the wrong thing.

“I do, lady,” he whispered. “I apologize for my crude remarks, I meant no harm,” he added.

She snorted. “I doubt that,” she muttered. She pulled her dagger away. “Come, Finan, I will show you where you can bring the boy to stay. You, Osferth, and Sihtric are welcomed to stay in the little cottage I have beside the main manor house as well. It is well maintained.”

“And I?” Uhtred asked.

Eadburg looked at him. “I told you where you were staying, lord. The barn has an extra side room. I am sure you will enjoy it.”

And with that, she turned and walked back towards the main house. Uhtred turned and saw Finan climbing out of the cart. He lifted Athelstan in his arms and held the boy close.

“Uhtred-,” he started.

Uhtred held up his hand and shook his head. “Go, stay in the little cottage. I will give her some time to cool and go plead my case again,” he looked around and saw servants and men watching, “and perhaps when most of her people are asleep. I will have a serious conversation with her.”

Finan snorted. “Ya are going to end up with that dagger in ya chest, lord,” he muttered. “I know what an angry scorned woman looks like, and Eadburg looked scarier,” he added.

Uhtred patted Finan on the shoulder. “I can handle Eadburg.”

Sihtric snorted. “Famous last words,” he muttered as he walked by.

Uhtred watched them go. He turned and saw Osferth watching him. “Please be nice to her,” Osferth whispered. “She is a kind lady and I would not want her to be hurt more when we leave.”

Uhtred grabbed Osferth's shoulder. “I do not wish to hurt her either. I am just trying to make sure that we can all get along while we stay here.”

Osferth gave him a look. “You said that last time right before you broke her heart and Lady Aethelflaed arranged for her to be married off,” he said. He looked down and glanced back up at Uhtred with a sad look on his face. “She was kind before, lord and now,” he shrugged, “I do not see that kindness any longer.”

Uhtred let Osferth walk away. He closed his eyes and cursed. Osferth was right. Eadburg's kindness was gone and Uhtred had a feeling deep down that he was the cause.

He felt the urge to fix it.

***

Eadburg sat in the chair by the fire in the hall. She was in her thin silk nightdress with a knitted shawl draped over her as she sipped her wine and watched the fire.

Her mind wandered to Uhtred and the men. They had been there going on three days. Osferth and her healer had worked together and little Athelstan was getting better. Finan was like a mother hen as she expected watching over the boy. Edla and Cenhelm had heard their was a boy in the estate and wished to befriend him. Eadburg had allowed them to visit with Finan and Osferth keeping watch; if either of them noticed how Edla resembled Uhtred, they said nothing. Sihtric busied himself with helping Edmund do repairs that he had not had the man power to do before, which Eadburg knew he had worried about but did not wish to trouble her with it.

She could not sleep though. Every time she closed her eyes, she fell back into memories of before; of her and Uhtred together humping in dark corners of the palace of Winchester and in the inn. Before he had broken her heart; and in the process broken her.

She had avoided him, and the barn by extension. Finan had tried a few times to get her to speak to Uhtred but she had brushed him off and to his credit, he had smiled bowed his head and muttered a “Trust me, lady, I understand” under his breath.

She stood and her shawl fell to the floor. She hugged herself with one arm as she finished her wine. She heard the doors to the hall open and she closed her eyes and cursed.

“Edmund, whatever it is, it can wait until morning,” she muttered as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

Except it wasn't Edmund, who stood there; it was Uhtred.

She snorted and turned back and placed her empty wine glass on the large wooden mantle her husband had commissioned; one of the last editions to the manor house he had oversaw before he had left for Aegelesburg. She knew she was lucky to live in one of the older Roman villas that was still standing and in excellent shape. It meant that she had gorgeous large fire places that kept the rooms warm even in the coldest of winters.

Beside the wine glass, was her dagger. She picked it up and turned to look at Uhtred. He saw the dagger in the fire and lantern light of the room and sighed.

“I am not a threat to you, Eadburg,” he whispered as he walked closer to her.

Again, she snorted. “Oh, you are a threat,” she muttered. She walked over and bend down to pick up her shawl. She draped it over her shoulders, trying to cover her breasts; she knew that the thin silk meant if he got close enough, he would be able to see her nipples through it. “A threat I should have recognized earlier.”

Uhtred walked closer to her and stood in front of her. “I have never been a threat to you, ever,” he looked at her. His eyes raking over her from the top of her head down to her feet. His eyes focusing solely on her; it felt she was naked in front of him. He looked back up, his cold ice eyes looking into hers. “You use to know that,” he whispered softly.

He sounds hurt and it caused her anger to rise. She clutched the hilt of her dagger and held it close to her. “I was wrong,” she spat out at him. “I was so very wrong about you,” she added.

His eyes filled with sadness. “What happened to you, min søde?” he whispered using the nickname he had given to her; the one he had whispered in her ear when he had been buried deep inside of her. My sweet one. “Why are so so cold and distant?” he added as he stepped closer to her. He reached up and gently took her hand, the one not holding the dagger. “You use to be so kind and caring. So soft and-.”

She brought the dagger up and pressed it, the blade up against Uhtred's neck again. He stilled and held her hand tighter. She pressed the dagger more and he backup so she pressed it more. On and on it went, him backing up and her pressing the dagger harder into his neck. He backed up to the table, kicking a chair with the back of his foot; he had no where else to go.

“You wish to know what happened to me?” she demanded her voice low but filled with rage. “You, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, you are what happened to me,” she stated coldly.

“Eadburg-,” he started.

“NO!” she said pressed the dagger harder against his neck. Uhtred hissed and she saw blood trickle down from a nick she had caused. Her shawl, once again fell to the floor. She kicked it away. “You happened to me!” she stated again. “I was one of nine children, the third daughter. I knew I was never meant for greatness, I would be lucky if my father did not place me in a convent and forgot I existed,” she stated. “When I was called to serve Lady Aelswith, and later Aethelflaed and Aelflaed, I felt like perhaps I could have a good husband. I could have a good life. And then,” she looked at him, tears rolling down her cheeks, “there was you. The Dane-Slayer and the pagan. Everyone whispered how I needed to stay away from you, but you were nothing but kind to me. As were your men. You tried me like I was, some precious jewel,” she laughed coldly, “and I fell for it. I fell for you.”

She felt Uhtred's fingers stroke the back of her hand that he still held. “Do you not think I fell for you as well?” he whispered softly. “That I did not see you and think of how kind and loving you were and wish for-.”

“Wish for what?” she demanded. “Marriage and children?” she asked. “Because that is what I began to wish for. But then you pushed me away so you could bed Alfred's daughter,” she hated how filled with hurt and pain her voice became. She had spent years telling herself she was over it; she was over him. But apparently she had been lying to herself; just as he had lied to her years before. “And I was reminded once again, that I was no one special. Especially not special enough for the Dane-Slayer.”

“Stop,” he ordered as he looked at her. “You were special to me, min søde. Too special,” he whispered. “It was why I let you go.”

She snorted and laughed. “You truly expect me to believe that, Uhtred?” she demanded. She shook her head. “You never called it love,” she whispered to him. “I did. I remember whispering in your ear as you plowed me how much I loved you, how much I loved the feel of you against me, the feel of you in me, but you never said the same. So how was I special exactly? I was not special enough for you to whisper you loved me, no Aethelflaed was the one who no doubt got that as well.”

“I love you,” he told her. She looked in her eyes and wanted to tell him she could see he was lying. But she couldn't; because it appeared that he was telling her the truth. He let go of her hand and pressed his hand at her side. He pulled her closer and she pressed the dagger harder against his neck, the blood still trickling, a few drops at a time, from the cut. Uhtred did not seem to care. “I loved you then as well,” he whispered. “But I knew your father would not let me marry you so I did not even try to ask. That was my mistake, Eadburg, I will admit that. I am sorry I did not tell you that. I should have but I didn't. I am sorry that I didn't and broke your heart instead. If I could go back, I would do it differently. But I cannot go back. I cannot erase your hurt.”

Eadburg felt herself wanting to give in to him. She felt herself leaning in towards him, her face moving closer to his. She saw how sincere he was, how much he hurt that he had done that to her. She closed her eyes when her nose brushed his.

“It is in the past and I do not care any longer about any of it,” she found herself whispered.

Uhtred, chuckled a bit at that. “You have a dagger at my throat, Eadburg, I do believe you care about it still.”

She opened her eyes and looked into his deep ones. “I am no longer that girl and I do not believe in love and happy endings any longer.”

She saw Uhtred's eyes fill with sadness. “Pity,” he whispered. “I was about to show you how much I still ache for you,” he added.

Silence echoed around them as did the tension; this time not angry tension, no sexual tension. Eadburg's eyes looked down to his lips and she was lost. She found herself leaning forward and pressing her lips against his, still holding the dagger against his neck. He kissed her back, not caring about the dagger any longer. She felt both of his hands grip her hips and he pulled her forward.

“Uhtred-,” she started.

“Shh,” he whispered as his lips kissed her harder. His hands grabbed her thin nightdress and pulled it up. He slotted a leg between her thighs and she whimpered as she felt him press it up against her wet cunt. He pulled her down and moved her back and forth on his thigh. His finger dug into her hips as he held her. “It does not matter. Let us just have tonight,” he added.

Eadburg kissed him harder at that. That was her agreement to it all. She began to move her hips, causing friction that she ached for. She ran her other hand down his chest to his trousers. She grabbed the ties and pulled on the ties, needing to feel him inside of her once again. She moaned as his hands grabbed her bare ass cheeks.

She kept the dagger at his neck as he moved his lips to her neck. His teeth nipped her skin there as she snaked her into his trousers and stroked his cock. He lifted her, holding her against him. She stroked his cock as she nipped at his ear, her dagger still against his neck. She was not going to move it.

She still did not trust him.

But this time, she was using him as much as he was using her.

He sat on the chair and placed her on his lap. She moaned as one of his hands slipped between them, stroking her cunt, rubbing his hand against her pleasure nub. Pleasure flooded through her and she grinded down on his hand. She reached down and pulled his trousers open more and he helped her with his free hand. Once his cock was free he grabbed her wrist and held it.

She rested her forehead against his and looked in his eyes.

“Tell me you need my cock,” he ordered.

She raised an eyebrow. “I do not need to tell you anything,” she whispered as she gently pressed the dagger against his neck more, “this makes sure of it,” she added with a smile.

He smirked. “You are going to keep that at my neck the entire time?” he asked.

She nodded. “I am,” she whispered. She leaned in and kissed him. “And to remind you that this time, I am using you for pleasure, not the other way around,” she added. “So, Uhtred of Bebbanburg,” she breathed out. “Tell me you need my cunt.”

She felt him move his hand from between her folds and gripped her hips with both his hands. He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching hers.

“And if I don't?” he asked softly.

She leaned forward and bit his bottom lip. She smiled and tugged on it. “I will nick you a tad more and call Edmund in here to have you thrown back in the barn,” she whispered. She grabbed his tunic with her hand and moved her hips so her wet folds brushed his hard cock. “It's one little sentence, Uhtred.”

She felt his hands move down to her thighs. He lifted her and she felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance. “I need,” he whispered as he pulled her down so his cock slid into her, “your cunt,” he finished as he thrusted up into her, filling her completely.

She moaned and kissed him hard as she began to move against him and he thrusted up into her. She kept the dagger at his neck as she rode him and rode him hard. Uhtred knew her body better than her husband ever did. He knew exactly how fast and hard to thrust up into her, where to press his hands on her body to stroke the fire that was building inside of her. And his cock, it filled her in a way her husband's never had.

“More,” she breathed into his mouth.

He understood. He reached between them and his nimble fingers, calloused from years of fighting and carrying a sword, but also so skilled and rubbing her pleasure nub. His other hand cupped her breast and squeezed it. She shoved him with her hand on his chest back against the chair back. He, in turn pulled her closer to him and she kissed him deeply.

She rode the wave of pleasure and the fire that was building and building inside of her. She pressed her face into Uhtred's and felt his cock pulsate and twitch inside of her; she knew he was close as well. She began to move faster moaning loudly into Uhtred's face. He thrusted up into her harder, reaching behind him with one hand and grabbing the back of the chair for leverage, leaving her breast missing and aching for his touch again.

Her legs began to tingle and shake. Uhtred rubbed her nub faster and she finally moved the dagger so she could grab his shoulders with both hands. She griped them tight as she moved up and down on his cock, feeling it press hard into that spot inside of her that only Uhtred had ever been able to find.

“Yes,” she moaned as Uhtred's cock pressed hard into that spot one more time and her world shattered into pleasure.

She closed her eyes as she saw a bright white light. Her whole body shook. She slowed in her pace of moving up and down on his cock. She felt Uhtred's body begin to tremble as well. A moment later, he filled her with his seed; the warmth spreading in her womb. She slumped against his body as he sat down in the chair holding her tight.

They breathing echoed in the now silent room. Huffs and puffs. Eadburg blinked and felt her body beginning to stop trembling. She moved, lifting herself off of his cock and pressing her bare feet on the cold stone floor. She moved off of Uhtred, feeling his seed and her wetness drip down and smear on her inner thighs. Uhtred stood and grabbed her. She pressed her dagger to his chest and he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back and smiled as he hissed when she dragged the dagger up and down his tunic, scraping the skin where he had left it open and untied at the neck and chest.

“Can I stay in the little cottage now?” he whispered against her lips.

She shrugged. “I do not care where you sleep,” she nipped his bottom lip, “just know it will not be with me.”

She pushed him away and turned and left the room. She smiled as she walked away.

She had what she wanted, she didn't need anything else.

***

Uhtred walked into the small cottage. He smiled when Finan glanced up at him from his spot by the fireplace. Uhtred saw Athelstan's tunic in Finan's hands along with a needle a thread.

“Mother Finan mending her little chick's tunic?” he teased as he tossed his bags of belongings in the corner.

Finan snorted and shook his head. “I would ask ya how ya got Eadburg to agree to allow ya out of the barn, but I don't think I wanna know,” he muttered as he went back to mending.

Uhtred shrugged as he walked closer to the fire. He rubbed his hands together and held them out. “What can I say, Finan, I have a way with women.”

Finan chuckled. He stood from the chair. He patted Uhtred on the shoulder. “Lord, ya seem to have cut yourself,” he added as he pressed his finger against Uhtred's neck when Eadburg's dagger had cut him a couple of times. “And ya have bled on ya last clean tunic,” he leaned in closer, “next time tell Lady Eadburg to hold her dagger at ya cock. Ya might learn ya lesson better and it will be less washing for Osferth.”

Uhtred shoved Finan but Finan laughed more. Finan turned and left him standing there as he walked into the back of the cottage. Uhtred reached up and pressed his own fingers to the cuts. He pulled his fingers away and looked at them and looked at the blood. He rubbed his thumb in it.

“If there is a next time,” he whispered to himself.

But oh if there was...

He smirked.

He might like being stationed in Mercia after all.

[anoncat6]

PETRICHOR | sihtric x oc | part twelve

part one

12. tidman, thyra, and a fire

They had rowed back to Coccham, retaking Gisela’s hall and home without a shed of blood. The Bishop Erkenwald was now leaving for Winchester, and upon Uhtred’s orders they were to join him, pretending to act as a guard. He and Osferth would follow soon after they killed Skade, and minus one curse. 

Arriving at Winchester, Steappa had allowed them to enter, though not before a tedious delay. Sihtric, Finan and Ghylena now stood at the stables.

“Is that Aethelwold the sword-Dane I see?” Finan mocked, “Looks like you’ve mislaid an eye.”

“I see you perfectly, Finan. Though I do not see your master.” “Unsurprising.” Ghylena muttered. 

“Uhtred. Where is he?” Aethelwold’s face was marred and grisly, but Ghylena thought he looked just as ugly as he always had.

“Standing at your blind-side, perhaps.” Finan threw, and Sihtric huffed a laugh.

Moving on towards the steps to the palace, Ghylena moved to approach the Bishop Erkenwald.

“Bishop!” She put on a sickeningly sweet voice, “Bishop, pardon me, but I heard from the men that there is to be a wedding?” “Edward is to marry, yes. A sweet girl, like yourself.” 

Ghylena smiled wider, hoping to hide the disgust in her eyes, “Yes, of course. Only it is that I love a good wedding— I myself have found great peace in my marriage. I was wondering if it would be acceptable were my friends and I to stay a short while? Just long enough to enjoy the celebrations, Lord, that is all.” 

The Bishop nodded, falling for her supplication, “You are welcome, Lady, I’m sure, as are your people.”

“Many thanks to you, Bishop.” Ghlyena smiled as serenely as she could as the man walked away.

Finan and Sihtric approached behind her then. 

“Laying it on a bit thick, weren’t we?” An Irish accent lilted.

Ghylena’s bare grin dropped, her cheeks aching as she snipped, “Do you want the plan to work or not, Finan?”

Sihtric stood in front of her now, a small bouquet of pleasant flowers in hand. She sent him a questioning look, but his only reply was to reach into her hair and place the delicate flowers throughout her braids. She stared at him in awe.

“Awk, ye wee sap.” Finan feigned disgust, before being jumped by the unforeseen arrival of Osferth.

“Walk with me, Lena. We are not needed for this part.” Sihtric suggested, tucking the last bloom behind her ear.

Still entranced by her thoughtful husband, Ghylena about managed a nod before he smirked— enjoying his effect on her— and dragged her away by the hand.

<>

They had been walking and talking for most of the evening, and now night had come, and still they basked in each other’s presence, content in their brief peace.

Emerging from a side street back into a main line, Sihtric was the first to spot Aethelwold and his men as they strutted towards Beocca’s house.

Turning to look down at her, Sihtric kissed Lena’s forward before ushering her forward, “Go, follow them, go!”

Nodding, Lena dashed after them, throwing a look behind her to see Sihtric running to alert Finan and the rest of their men. Resting her hand lightly at her stomach, Ghylena followed Aethelwold’s band through the roads until they came upon Beocca’s house.

Pyrlig appeared then, standing between the horde and their target.

“If it is not the disgraced, yet forgiven Lord Aethelwold, sword drawn. You have stopped, I see, outside this house. ”

“You should show a little respect, Father Pyrlig.” Aethelwold simpered.

Pushing through the cloaked men, Ghylena stood herself beside Pyrlig.

“I believe it is you who should show some decorum, Lord Aethelwold. Or did Alfred take your manners as well as your eye?”

“You would let a woman stand with you as an equal, Pyrlig?” Aethelwold simpered.

“I would let this woman stand for me any day, which is more than I can say for you, Lord.”

“Father,” Lord Sigebriht spoke now, “There is an outlaw walking free.”

Pyrlig pretended to be afraid, looking from side to side as he replied, “An outlaw? Who?”

“It is not your place to ask.” Aethelwold looked away.

“And it is not your place to raid someone’s home, Lord.” Ghylena declared.

Soon after this, Beocca came out of his home, with Aethelwold surrounding the house with his men before Sihtric arrived with their back up. Thyra exited the home then, settling the dispute by allowing the men to enter and search. 

“Beocca, I have been listening. If these men wish to look inside our home, then we should allow it. We have nothing to hide, nothing at all. Please, come inside, Aethelwold.”

After searching the building and coming up with nothing, the men left; Uhtred hidden under the floorboards in an emergency ditch built by Thyra.

Father Beocca spoke as Aethelwold left, “Where in God’s name is he?” 

<>

A man had harassed Thyra in the streets, she came home crying, and Hild had been the first to notice. Not soon after, Beocca had exploded into the streets, Uhtred and his warriors following close behind.

Beocca was red-faced, enraged and chewing at the bit.

“TIDMAN! I’m looking for a rat named Tidman!” Beocca yelled, “Are you Tidman? I asked, are you Tidman?”

Aethelwold appeared then, always popping up where he’s not wanted.

“Father Beocca, good morning. And Uhtred, free man of Wessex.”

“I’m looking for a man named Tidman. Does the coward belong to you?” 

“He does not.” “I am not a coward,” the lump on the bench spoke then, a great big shit of a man who’s mouth was too big for his jaw, “What is it you want, priest?”

Eyes lit with excitement, Ghylena couldn’t wait to see the priest hit him. 

“What I want, oaf, is for you to heed my warning. Speak to or go near my wife again and I shall beat the shit from you! It is a promise.” “I called your woman a Dane, is that… is that not what she is?”

“Have you not understood me?” Beocca leaned closer, “You don’t appear to be the cleverest of men.” 

“Do you speak to me as a man or a priest?” Tidman’s teeth were yellow, if not brown.

And then Beocca pounced, head butting the man and roaring “Does that answer your question!? DOES IT?!”

Ghylena laughed, wide-mouthed and whole-heartedly giggling with joy at the sigh of Tidman’s comeuppance. She stood behind them all, leaning against the wall now with her hands on her hilts, watching the magic unfold. Since Osferth’s news of Skade’s death, Ghylena felt lighter and more alive, as if the clouds had finally parted on a crisp winter morning.

The men moved to pull Beocca off Tidman, but Ghylena could see Sihtric smiling, unable to hide his mirth at the shock of a priest beating a man.

When Beocca lied and claimed to be calm only to lunge for him again, giving Tidman a bloody nose and straw-covered back, Ghylena felt herself glowing with pride and satisfaction. 

Good, she thought, Show them that Thyra is not unprotected.

<>

Alfred died the next day.

Being that Beocca had to be at the front of the hall, performing the funeral rites, Ghylena had offered to kept Thyra company and as such, was now stood beside her friend, enduring the same intolerable pestering as she from the rat Tidman.

Shoving into their backs, Tidman kept his voice low, unwilling to create a fuss. It was only for Ghylena’s respect for the dead that she did not turn around to break his nose.

“You Danes should not be here.” He hissed.

Seeing Thyra’s anxiety, and feeling extremely uncomfortable herself, Ghylena took her by the hand and silently led her from the hall.

Once outside the doors, she spoke, “Let’s just take you home, hm?” 

Smiling in thanks, Thyra still seemed unsettled as she replied, “Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

When they had come within sightline of the home, Tidman made his presence known, throwing rocks and insults at their backs. Unwilling to frighten Thyra more, Ghylena simply grit her teeth and ushered her to the house. 

“Come Thyra, get inside and I will handle him. Bolt the door, hide.” 

Rushing to the house, Ghylena managed to push Thyra through the doorway, right before turning around into the stinking presence of Tidman. She hadn’t realised how close he had been behind them, gasping in shock and instantly regretting it whenever she inhaled a lungful of his sweat and stench.

Schooling her expression, Ghylena turned her head up to look him in the eye, and felt her stomach roll at the hungry look in his eyes.

He was so close to her that if she lifted her arm in front of her it would be touching his chest, and she felt trapped. Having just been at the palace, she was weaponless, forced to leave her daggers outside the hall before entering.

Tidman clearly had secured his own weapons before stalking them.

“Come no closer!” She couldn’t help the waver in her voice, realising that no-one knew where she was and that she might need help. 

“Little Dane wants to play hero, does she?” Tidman snorted.

“Little Dane would drop you to your knees in the square, shit-stain.” His insults had gotten to her, raising a flare of her temper in defiance of her fear.

Suddenly, he shot forward, invading her space and forcing her to back into the door. 

He smirked, and his rotten breath stank. “Not so feisty now, are we?”

Ghylena steeled herself, tilting her head before suddenly punching him in the gut and trying to run under his arm. 

She nearly made it, 2 paces behind him before he reached around and caught hold of her hair, still with Sihtric’s flowers braided through it. 

A yelp of pain shot from her as he yanked her backwards, fisting his fingers against her scalp before throwing her to the ground.

Wincing from pain and gasping for air after being winded, Ghylena took one second too long to recover, and then he was on top of her. A growl of frustration left her as he held her arms down, legs on either side of her waist and pinning her with his weight. 

“Bastard!” She yelled, spitting in his face with precision.

Her saliva dripped from his eye now, and apparently she had finally broken his inflated ego, making him give up on trying to harass her. 

Using his grip on her hair to slam her skull into the floor, he brutally knocked her out before climbing off of her.

Spitting on her unconscious body, he turned to Thyra’s home, and left with one hushed promise. 

“I’ll come back for you after I’ve had the redhead.”

<>

The heat and noise was what roused her.

Ghylena slowly dragged her eyes open, head pounding and confused as to where she was.

Searing flames roared around her, and the yells of desperate men rang into the night. 

Pushing herself up from the ground, Ghylena steadied her feet beneath her before moving away from the burning house as fast as she could.

What in holy hells happened? How did I end up here? She thought.

Fumbling away from the smoke, Ghylena heaved clean air into her lungs as her hand raised to her head, confused by the sticky feeling on her skin.

She winced, pain splicing her head as her fingers came away bloody.

Staring at the red, her memory came rushing back to her in that moment.

Tidman.

Thyra.

Was Thyra alright? Was she still in the house? Ghylena turned to the fire again, face growing in horror as the building was engulfed, and began to crumble.

Still dizzy, and with a thumping headache, Ghylena didn’t hear Sihtric when he first ran to her. Only when he turned her by the shoulder to face him, looking her in the eyes and shaking her from her horrified stupor, did she hear him.

“Lena! Lena, what happened?! You’re bleeding?” He was frantic.

Shaking her head, she could only choke out one word, “Thyra.”

Finan came running then, joining the men who were desperately trying to fight the blaze, but it was hopeless. The thatched roof of the porch dropped to the ground then, as Finan asked for Thyra’s whereabouts. Lena started to cry then, helpless dread eating at her stomach. 

Thyra was still inside, trapped in a death that Ghylena helped create.

The fire only burned hotter.

-> up next: 'ambush in the forest'...

Tags: @travelingmypassion

[unfortunate-arrow]

general disclaimer: expect spoilers for both the book and the show, although my stuff usually has more book elements. auggie basset & ernest livingston are only in a modern au. in addition, all the important links to my bridgerton: next gen ‘verse can be found here.

𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽’𝓼 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷

Edmund • Miles • Charlotte • Mary

Charles • Alexander • William • Violet

Agatha • Thomas • Jane • George “Georgie”

Amelia • Auggie • Belinda • Caroline • David • Edward

Amanda • Oliver • Penelope • Georgiana • Frederick

John • Janet

Katharine • Richard • Hermione • Daphne • Anthony “Ant” • Benedict “Ben” • Colin • Eloise • Francesca “Frannie”

George • Isabella

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 (𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝓜𝔂 𝓞𝓒𝓼)

Juliet Knight • Grace Hill • Rupert Townshend • Arthur Townshend

Nell Shepherd • Emma Rutledge • Róisín O’Connolly • Jonathan “Jack” Fullerton

Stephen Ridlington • Eleanor Dane • Morgan Howell • Olivia Sharpe

Ernest Livingston • Phoebe Wycliff • Molly Campbell

Alice Linfield • Christopher “Kit” Barrington • Lucas Wivenly • Beatrice Winslow

Adeline Meadows • Jasper Prentice

Gabe Montgomery • Elizabeth Winslow • Neil Pemberton • Timothy Macmillan • Felicity Holroyd • Evie Wright • Vivian Marsh • Adam Howe • Nathaniel Moore

Lilliana Steele • Patrick O’Donovan

𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓘𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮: 𝓐 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Note: As they have canonical spouses, I have not included stories for Amelia Basset, Belinda Basset, Caroline Basset, and Amanda Crane. Auggie Basset and his story are set in a modern AU. Each story is a one shot with snapshots of moments in their love stories.

TBD [Edmund Bridgerton & Juliet Knight, 1843]

TBD [Miles Bridgerton & Grace Hill, 1844]

TBD [Charlotte Bridgerton & Rupert Townshend, 1846]

TBD [Mary Bridgerton & Arthur Townshend, 1851]

TBD [Charles Bridgerton & Nell Shepherd, 1846]

TBD [Alexander Bridgerton & Emma Rutledge, 1847]

Don’t Care About Religion [William Bridgerton & Róisín O’Connolly, 1848]

TBD [Violet Bridgerton & Jack Fullerton, 1848]

TBD [Agatha Bridgerton & Stephen Ridlington, 1847]

TBD [Thomas Bridgerton & Eleanor Dane, 1853]

TBD [Jane Bridgerton & Morgan Howell, 1851]

TBD [Georgie Bridgerton & Olivia Sharpe, 1860]

Tempting Into Marriage [David Basset & Phoebe Wycliff, 1844]

TBD [Edward Basset & Molly Campbell, 1859]

TBD [Auggie Basset & Ernest Livingston, 2043-44]

TBD [Oliver Crane & Alice Linfield, 1847]

TBD [Penelope Crane & Christopher Barrington, 1849]

TBD [Georgiana Crane & Lucas Wivenly, 1850]

TBD [Frederick Crane & Beatrice Winslow, 1857]

TBD [John Stirling & Adeline Meadows, 1855]

TBD [Janet Stirling & Jasper Prentice, 1851]

TBD [Katharine Bridgerton & Gabe Montgomery, 1848]

TBD [Richard Bridgerton & Elizabeth Winslow, 1856]

TBD [Hermione Bridgerton & Neil Pemberton, 1854]

TBD [Daphne Bridgerton & Timothy Macmillan, 1852]

TBD [Ant Bridgerton & Felicity Holroyd, 1860]

TBD [Ben Bridgerton & Evie Wright, 1863]

TBD [Colin Bridgerton & Vivian Marsh, 1863]

Hypothetically [Eloise Bridgerton & Adam Howe, 1861]

TBD [Frannie Bridgerton & Nathaniel Moore, 1862]

TBD [George St. Clair & Lilliana Steele, 1855]

TBD [Isabella St. Clair & Patrick O’Donovan, 1850]

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼

Next Gen Fics:

In Which William Bridgerton Is Born Prematurely

I’d Still Dance with You

To See My Son Become a Father

Other Bridgerton Fics:

You Belong Somewhere You Feel Free

You Must Know You Are Beloved

The Aftermath

Bridgerton Writing Requests (closed)

Main Tags: #bridgerton next generation • #bridgerton next gen • #bridgerton next gen oc

[lya-dustin]

Slight preview for part ii for Food of Love

(Apologies to all, my oc Eva (from my other blog @evita-shelby ) has tossed me in the trunk and decided she wants to exist in some form in the last kingdom)

Also Osferth was passed on as Alfred’s maternal kinsman by him and was allegedly named heir after Edward's son in a will charterd in 909. I took some liberties with that, also Osferth was given a pretty good inheritance.

The Kingdom of León is modern day Leon and Castile in northern spain, at the time most of the Iberian Peninsula was ruled by the Emirate of Córdoba)

Cw: mentions of slavery, witchcraft and one little murder

“He is a monk!” Your mother exclaimed in disgust. "And an honest one, really, daughter, I would have preferred a Dane."

You had expected them to be angry for going out of your way to get a husband, but then again, your family was not at all like the others.

“He is second in line for King Alfred’s throne, my love. His belief in god can be excused for now.” Your father pinched the bridge of his nose as his wife fumed over the match. “A cold or a hunting accident could make your daughter Queen of Wessex.”

“You had no qualms on having them as guests these past nights.” You interject having inherited your mother’s stubborn streak and your father takes that as is cue to leave on the excuse of checking on some buisness or the other.

“That is because guests leave, besides you know well why I am opposed to this match.” Your mother countered. “What would happen if he came to discover what we are?”

You are witches, your mother had come from a long line of them before the family fell from grace in the Kingdom of León and were sold into slavery.

According to lore she was such a beauty she was sold to the Emir of Córdoba ,but escaped before the men had the chance to get her to the Emir.

After that she used her clairvoyance to find a ship heading somewhere she would not risk recapture by her enemies and find a man who she saw in a dream.

She is very sure you have inherited her gifts, but you have grown and no ability like that has manifested in you.

Perhaps your daughters will have it, you hope Osferth does not mind a bit of magic if it does happen.

“Father Beocca’s wife is a witch, and he speaks well of her.” You point out. “And as father said, a cold could make him king. He is also a warrior and friends with Irishmen and Danes, he is not prejudiced against us like the last priest you killed.”

That priest didn’t choke on a bone, mother stared at him until he did when he told father he mustn’t be ruled by his foreign wife.

“Fine, you may wed him, but the moment the little monk proves to be unworthy of you, I get to kill him.” Your mother relented thinking he won’t return for you as he promised. “But I do like that you showed initiative, well done, my girl.”

[2000sfm]

hypothetically… do you have a most wanted existing reboot and/or character to be taken up 👀

oh  i  actually  love  this  question  !!!  some  roles  we  would  love  to  be  taken  up  in  each  reboot  are  under  the  cut  as  the  list  is  so  long.  

the  vampire  diaries  :  jenna  sommers,  jeremy  gilbert,  all  of  the  mikaelsons,  vicki  donovan,  tyler  lockwood,  lexi  branson

the  oc  :  marissa  cooper,  seth  cohen,  sandy  cohen,  kirsten  cohen,  anna  stern,  julie  cooper,  taylor  townsend,  kaitlin  cooper.

one  tree  hill  :  lucas  scott,  brooke  davis,  keith  scott,  deb  scott,  dan  scott,  peyton  sawyer,  jake  jagielski,  mouth  mcfadden,  rachel  gatina,  karen  roe,  chris  keller,  skills  taylor

gossip  girl  :  jenny  humphrey,  lily  van  der  woodsen,  rufus  humphrey,  eric  van  der  woodsen,  vanessa  abrams,  ivy  dickens,  carter  baizen

sons  of  anarchy  :  opie  winston,  donna  winston,  tara  knowles,  juice  ortiz,  chibs  telford,  trig  trager,  happy,  half-sack  epps,  wendy  case,  bobby  munson

gilmore  girls  :  rory  gilmore,  jess  mariano,  luke  danes,  tristan  dugray,  logan  huntzberger,  sookie  st.  james,  lane  kim,  paris  geller,  dean  forester

true  blood  :  lafayette  reynolds,  eric  northman,  jessica  hamby,  bill  compton,  tara  thorton,  jason  stackhouse,  alcide  herveaux,  sam  merlotte

the  office  :  dwight  schrute,  michael  scott,  jim  halpert,  erin  hannon,  andy  bernard,  oscar  martinez,  karen  filippelli

buffy  the  vampire  slayer  :  angel,  spike,  willow  rosenberg,  faith,  xander  harris,  drusilla,  dawn  summers,  cordelia  chase,  riley  flynn,  tara  maclay

pretty  little  liars  :  emily  fields,  maya  st.  germain,  spencer  hastings,  hanna  marin,  kate  randall,  alison  dilaurentis,  jason  dilaurentis,  mike  montgomery

high  school  musical  :  ryan  evans,  kelsi  nielson,  gabriella  montez,  coach  bolton,  ms.  darbus,  martha  cox

freaky  friday  :  stacey  hinkhouse,  peg,  ryan,  maddie

jennifers  body  :  chip  dove,  colin  gray,  nikolai  wolf,  toni  lesnicky

twilight  :  rosalie  hale,  jessica  stanley,  edward  cullen,  bella  swan,  esme  cullen,  carlisle  cullen,  jacob  black,  jane,  aro,  caius,  angela  webber,  mike  newton,  eric  yorkie,  leah  clearwater,  emily  young,  sam  uley,  james,  laurent,  victoria,  bree  tanner

resident  evil  :  albert  wesker,  jill  valentine,  leon  s.  kennedy,  chris  redfield,  barry  burton,  ada  wong,  billy  coen,  rebecca  chambers,  ashley  graham,  carlos  oliveira

the  devil  wears  prada  :  andrea  sachs,  nigel,  emily  charlton,  christian  thompson,  james  holt,  nate

almost  famous  :  russell  hammond,  william  miller,  dennis  hope,  polexia  aphrodisia,  anita  miller

scream  :  gale  weathers,  dewey  riley,  tatum  riley,  billy  loomis,  stu  macher,  randy  meeks,  casey  becker,  cotton  weary

[just-an-emily-existing]

~Stesel Team Ship Headcanons~

❤️✨Thomas x Percy✨❤️

🧡✨Lady x D10✨🧡

💛✨Duck x Diesel✨💛

💚✨Donald x Gazelle✨💚

💙✨Douglas x Emily✨💙

💜✨Oliver x Toad✨💜

🩷✨Rosie x Mavis✨🩷

❤️✨Paxton x Timothy✨❤️

🧡✨Salty x Porter✨🧡

💛✨Isabel x Jessica✨💛

💚✨Dulcie x Oswald✨💚

💙✨Dilly x Skiff✨💙

💜✨Daisy x Spencer✨💜

🩷✨Wendy x BoCo✨🩷

❤️✨Dane x Edalyn✨❤️

🧡✨Hawin x Bella (The Half Engine)✨🧡

💛✨Rebecca x Flying Scotsman✨💛

💚✨Splatter x Pip✨💚

💙✨Dodge x Emma✨💙

💜✨Edward x James✨💜

🩷✨Toby x Henrietta✨🩷

❤️✨Emily x Molly✨❤️

🧡✨Gordon x Fiona✨🧡

💛✨Henry x Hiro✨💛

💚✨Flora x Hank✨💚

💙✨Cranky x Carly✨💙

💜✨Charlie (Canon) x Charlie (Oc)✨💜

🩷✨Frankie x Hurricane✨🩷

❤️✨Lexi x Theo✨❤️

🧡✨Millie x Victor✨🧡

💛✨Kevin x Philip✨💛

💚✨Madge x Duncan✨💚

💙✨Rheneas x Skarloey✨💙

💜✨Peter Sam x Sir Handel✨💜

🩷✨Mike x Bert x Rex✨🩷

❤️✨Ryan x Arthur✨❤️

🧡✨Caroline x Bertie✨🧡

💛✨Bulgy x Elizabeth✨💛

💚✨Beatrice x Isabella✨💚

💙✨Stephen x Glynn✨💙

💜✨Whiff x Scruff✨💜

🩷✨Flynn x Belle✨🩷

❤️✨Marion x Timothy (Alive Engine)✨❤️

🧡✨Bill x Bash✨🧡

💛✨Ben x Dash✨💛

💚✨Trevor x Terence✨💚

💙✨Caitlin x Connor✨💙

💜✨Den x Dart✨💜

🩷✨Harvey x Rocky✨🩷

❤️✨Harold x Jeremy✨❤️

🧡✨Mighty Mac x Freddy✨🧡

💛✨The Spiteful Breakvan x Scruffy✨💛

💚✨Nia x Kana✨💚

💙✨Cadogan x Darrell✨💙

[endless-oc-creations]

Mimi's Mobile Misc. Oc Masterlist

Updated: 1/02/24

Name: Stevie Cabot

Title: The Ineffable

Fandom: Good Omens

Faceclaim: Jodie Comer

Love interest: Aziraphale & Crowley

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Marigold Baggins

Title: Echos of the Fallen

Fandom: The Hobbit

Faceclaim: Poppy Drayton

Love interest: Fili Oakenshield

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More to be added...

Name: Dis Baggins

Title: Lady of the Dawn

Fandom: Lord of the Rings

Faceclaim: Katheryn Winnick

Love interest: Legolas Greenleaf

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Ellie Malcolm

Title: Evermore

Fandom: Jurassic Park

Faceclaim: Michelle Pfeiffer

Love interest: Ian Malcolm

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Rocky Foster

Title: Flawless

Fandom: Shameless

Faceclaim:  Dane DeHaan

Love interest:  Mickey Milkovich & Ian Gallagher

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Sophia Gallagher

Title: Diary of a Gallagher

Fandom: Shameless

Faceclaim: Elle Fanning

Love interest: TBD

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Ace Cooper

Title: Jolly Sailor Bold

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Faceclaim: Tom Hopper

Love interest: Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Eli Swan

Title: Nightfall Series

Fandom: Twilight

Faceclaim:  Tyler Posey

Love interest: Edward Cullen

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Beatriz Quinn

Title: Hoist The Colours

Fandom: One Piece

Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario

Love interest: Monkey.D.Luffy

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Mai Toma

Title: The Desert Rose

Fandom: One Piece

Faceclaim: Naomi Scott

Love interest: Nefertari Vivi

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Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Natsuki Sara

Title: Moonchild

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Faceclaim: Rinko Kikuchi

Love interest: Din Djarin

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: One day on the remote desert planet Arvala-7 a Ugnaught named Kuiil found the remains of a ship that had crashed and what seemed to be the only thing to remain was an unconscious woman. When she woke up the woman had no memory of who she was or what had happened, all she could remember was the name Natsuki Sara.

Natsuki stayed with Kuiil, helped him on his farm while trying to piece together who she was. Then a certain Mandalorian arrived on their planet and changed everything. 

She ended up joining his crew after Kuiil denied his offer because she seemed to have the same skill set as him when it came to repairing ships after being with her for a few years. 

She also wanted to leave with him because Natsuki wanted to discover more of the galaxy in hopes of finding out more about her life, but she also seemed to have a soft spot for the bounty the Mandalorian had gotten in possession of. 

Name: Claire West

Title: Misery Business

Fandom: {HBO} Barry

Faceclaim:  Victoria Pedretti

Love interest: Barry Berkman

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More to be added...

Name: Rosette Clearhill

Title: Towards the Sun

Fandom: The Hunger Games Series

Faceclaim: Daisy Ridley

Love interest: Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: Rose is from District 8, and her parents died not long after she was born which meant the only person who could raise her was her grandmother Iris.Iris was a wise woman, she knew secret ways in and out of the district. So she taught Rose how to hunt and how to survive if anything happened to her and or their district. She raised Rose to be kind, brave, and strong, and to always stand up for others no matter what it could cost in return.

Rose was very close to her grandmother, but just a week before the 74th Hunger Games, Iris ended up having a heart attack and passing away. Her body was unable to withstand any more of the Capital's demands of long working hours.

Rose was left all by herself, she always had kept to herself beside her grandmother, but with her now gone...Rose didn't know what to do.

Iris always wanted and wished for her grandmother to open up more, make friends...and hopefully find someone to love and take care of her granddaughter.

But then Rose's name was called in the 74th Hunger Games.

Rose couldn't help but feel vulnerable and lost during this time. However, she ends up meeting two people who become the most important people in Rose's life.

Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen, the tributes for District 12. Rose never expected to become so close to another district tributes but she did and the three will change everything.

Name: Eden Green

Title: Towards the Sun

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Faceclaim: Ming-Na Wen

Love Interest: Haymitch Abernathy

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: Growing up in District 8 Eden knows nothing except that you worked to survive and after you turned 12…hope your name never gets called in The Hunger Games. Eden’s hope unfortunately shattered when she was 15 and her name was called for the 51st Hunger Games. She survived but she never understood why and thought that struggled with that knowledge.

During her victory tour, she ended up meeting District 12th victor and last year’s winner, Haymitch Abernathy. As they got to know each other more, Eden felt like she could relate to one another and they got close…too close and after a night of passion Eden woke up and got her heart shattered by Haymitch who said he wanted nothing to do with her, it was just all just for a bit of fun. He left and went back to his District while she went back to hers, trying to pick up the already shattered pieces of herself.

Years later Eden was now a cold, hard-shell of a person that never lets anyone in. Including the kids she’s forced to mentor and watch die year after year. Now at the 74th Hunger Games, Eden thought it would be like any other year, of couse it was the usual a boy tribute and a girl to die for Eden to mentor. But, this girl tribute,Rosette Clearhill, reminds Eden a lot on how she used to be before the Hunger Games and Eden felt the need to prepare her for what she might have to do to survive.

However, nothing could prepare Eden for what Rose and District 12s Tributes did at the end of The Hunger Games would cause for Eden and the rest of Panem.

Name: Luke

Title: Starting Line

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Faceclaim: Matthew Daddario

Love interest: Thomas

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Laila Blake

Title: The Moon Will Sing

Fandom: Harry Potter

Faceclaim: Saoirse Ronan

Love interest: Harry Potter

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: Laila Blake has two loving Muggle parents and a fun Uncle who happens to be a wizard. Her Uncle Arron was the one who introduced her to the world of magic, telling her stories about what mischief he had gotten into with his friends at Hogwarts. Laila was fascinated and wanted to be one herself and one day an owl had brought her a letter inviting her to attend Hogwarts. On the train, she met a girl who also had muggle parents like herself, Hermione Granger. Hermione was Laila’s first friend and because of her Laila ended up meeting the one and only Harry Potter. The famous boy whom her Uncle Arron never told her about nor about the one who tried to kill him. Over her years at Hogwarts, unfortunately for Laila, she would end up finding out up close and personal. 

Name: William Astor

Title: Written in Blood

Fandom: Saltburn(2023)

Face Claim: Daniel Radcliffe

Love Interest: Oliver Quick

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Summary: Will is an outsider, he has been his whole life. He has little to no family and they even don't want anything to do with him. Then Will only has only one friend...Oliver Quick. Oliver and Will have been 'friends' since they were children. Will would always go along with what Oliver wanted, no matter how sick his games were since Oliver would always tell him that he would be the only one in WIll's life that would accept him. So, when the two attended Oxford University, Will went along with Oliver's plan against Felix. Not saying anything even when Oliver would tell Felix things about his life that actually had happened to Will. Or even when Oliver was acting like William...Every time William tried to break from Oliver's spell, Oliver would just pull him back into the plan by using sweet words or touches of affection. Maybe deep down William was just as sick and twisted as his friend and lover Oliver Quick?

Name: Maedalyn Wyne

Title: Play with Fire

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Faceclaim: Lily James(Adolescent) Jodie Comer(Adult)

Love Interest: Rhaenyra Targaryen

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: Maedalyn's father, Marthew Wyne, used to be the Master of Laws for The Small Council under Viserys I Targaryen at the beginning of his rule. Viserys and Marthew were good friends, so much so that both their daughters grew up and bonded together. But suddenly when Maedalyn was only 12 years of age her father was killed. Marthew was the only one left in the Wyne family, besides Maedalyn herself, so she truly had nowhere to go. In honor of his good friends' loyalty and memory, Viserys took it upon himself to care for Maedalyn as if she were his own. So, she lived with Rhaenyra, but others believed that Maedalyn was a waste, or should be doing something other than living in the King's castle. Maedalyn was no stranger to such topics and whispers, but Maedalyn's best friend Rhaenyra was always there to cheer her up or to just simply comfort her. As they grew older Maedalyn found herself wanting more and craving her Princess in a way that was more than friendship. But no matter how her feelings wanted more, Maedalyn would do anything for Rhaenyra and do whatever it took to ensure that her Princess would become the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Name: Judith May

Title: TBD

Fandom: Road House(1989)

Faceclaim: Sandra Bullock

Love Interest: John Dalton

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: Judith May is a small-town girl born in Jasper, Missouri. As a teenager, she ran away to live in the big city. But, years later Judith returned to her hometown, trying to pick up the pieces of her life that ended up being shattered by the struggle she faced over the years. When Judith came back, her Uncle Emmett opened up his farm to her and she helped her around the farm while bartending for Frank Tilghman at his club, the Double Deuce.

Working nights there is hard and sometimes unbearable from all the chaos that goes on, but Judith just does what she can and puts her head down to get through the night in one piece. One day a man named James Dalton came into the town and her Uncle Emmett was letting him stay in their sparse barn.

Then later that night at work, Judith sees him at the club and finds out that her boss Frank hired him to take over security at the club, giving him full authority over the club's operations. As Judith gets closer to Dalton, she finds out that there is more to the stoic and cool-headed man.

The two end up falling in love, something that Judith said she would never do again, but the couple soon finds trouble when the crime lord, Brad Wesley, doesn’t like the changes Dalton is doing to his town.

Judith finds herself, Dalton, and everyone she cares about in danger, but Dalton promises to protect her no matter what.

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CANON TLK MUSE LIST.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

The Dane Slayer. He/him. Bisexual.

FC: Alexander Dreymon.

Alfred of Wessex.

The Great. He/him. Bisexual.

FC: David Dawson.

Ælswith of Mercia.

The Queen of Wessex. She/her. Demisexual.

FC: Eliza Butterworth.

Finan of Irland.

The Agile. He/him. Bicurious.

FC: Mark Rowley.

Sihtric Kjartansson.

The Loyal. He/him. Pansexual.

FC: Arnas Fedaravičius.

Gisela of Cumberland.

The Heart. She/her. Bisexual.

FC: Peri Baumeister.

Edward of Wessex.

The Elder. He/him. Pansexual.

FC: Timothy Innes.

Æthelstan of Wessex.

The Unifier. He/him. Bisexual.

FC: Harry Gilby.

Ædgyth of Wessex.

The Jewel. She/her. Pansexual.

FC: Jodie Comer.

Stiorra Uhtredsdottir.

The Queen of Jorvik. She/her. Bicurious.

FC: Ruby Hartley.

Sigtryggr Ivarsson.

The King of Jorvik. He/him. Pansexual.

FC: Eysteinn Sigurðarson.

Aldhelm of Mercia.

The Devoted. He/him. Demisexual.

FC: James Northcote.

OC TLK MUSE LIST.

Æva of Mercia.

The People’s Lady. She/her. Pansexual.

FC’s: Alicia Agneson & Laura Berlin.

Thyra of Wessex.

The Three-Eyed. She/her. Bisexual.

FC: Anya Taylor Joy.

Odda of Devon.

The Second Son. He/him. Demisexual.

FC: Darren Cahill.

Harald of Wessex.

The Sword. He/him. Homosexual.

FC: Marco Ilsø.

Tora of Dublin.

The Queen of Dublin. She/her. Pansexual.

FC: Dominique Davenport.

I will write other muses upon request, but these are my mains.

graphic resources: template. psd.

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Wanted Characters to write with!

This list is long, but it’s not extensive, there is likely ones I’ve missed!

This list is for all kinds of ships - familiar, platonic, enemies and romantic- I just really wanna write against these characters!

Bold = 100% always down

***Edited to add - this is just canons, but I’m always down for writing with/shipping with OC’s!

Updated 05/10/2024

Wanted Canon Male muses 

Misc

Daemon Targaryen / HotD

Aemond Targaryen / HotD

Nick Goode / Fear Street

Tommy Slater / Fear Street

Adil of Tarim / Fort Salem

Walter Bishop / Fringe

Morpheus/Dream / The Sandman

Ed Mercer / The Orville

Isaac / The Orville

Kalabar Junior / Halloweentown

Dylan Piper / Halloweentown

James Beaufort / Maxton Hall

The Ghoul (Cooper Howard) / Fallout TV Show

The Doctor (any iteration but especially 9-15) / Doctor Who

Ray Hall / Panic

From Blood and Ash

Casteel Da’Neer 

Kieran Contou

Folk of Air

Cardan Greenbriar

ACOTAR

Rhysand

Kallias 

Azriel 

Tamlin

Fourth Wing

Xaden Riorson

Liam Mairi

Tairn (the Dragon)

Garrett

Bodhi

Dain Aetos

Ridoc

Teen Wolf

Peter Hale

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall 

Myth

Hades

HP

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Garreth Weasley

Amit Thakkar

Aesop Sharp

Eleazar Fig

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Cedric Diggory

Godric Gryffindor

Salazar Slytherin

Scorpius Malfoy

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Jacob Black

Carlisle Cullen

MCU

Alexei Shostakov

Pietro Maximoff

Foggy Nelson

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Druig

Dane

Peter Parker (any iteration)

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

Shang-Chi

Groot 

Doctor Strange

Lost Girl

Hale Santiago

Dyson Thornwood

Trick

Shadowhunters

Jace Wayland

Simon Lewis

Alec Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Luke Garroway

CAOS

Nick Scratch

Caliban

Ambrose Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Fate: The Winx Saga

Sky 

Riven

Grey

Saul Silva

Agents of SHIELD

Grant Ward

Leo Fitz

Phil Coulson

Lance Hunter

Alphonso Mackenzie

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Tyler Lockwood

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Kai Parker

OUAT

Killian Jones

Neal Cassidy

David Nolan

Henry Mills  (platonic/familial only due to character age)

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia 

Jaskier

Vesemir

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Amenadiel

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Eddie Munson

Dustin Henderson (platonic/familial only due to character age)

Jim Hopper

The Quarry

Max Brinly

Dylan Lenivy

Nick Furcillo

Charmed (1997)

Chris Halliwell

Wyatt Halliwell

Leo Wyatt

Julie and the Phantoms

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer

Luke Patterson

Mass Effect

Garrus Vakarian

Thane Krios

Grunt

Commander Shepard (Male)

DCTV

Oliver Queen

William Clayton

Barry Allan

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Raymond Holt

Terry Jeffords

Charles Boyle

iZombie

Major Lilywhite

Blaine DeBeers

Wednesday

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Sheriff Galpin

Gomez Addams

Shadow and Bone

Matthias Helvar

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

Aleksander Morozova

Mal Oretsev

Tolkien World

Halbrand / Sauron

Fili

Kili

Thorin Oakenshield

Bilbo Baggins

Legolas

The Covenant

Caleb Danvers

Reid Garwin

Tyler Simms

Pogue Parry

Chase Collins

Night World

James Rasmussen

Ash Redfern

John Quinn

One Piece Live Action

Monkey D Luffy

Sanji

Roronoa Zoro

Usopp

Buggy 

Arlong

Shanks

How to Train Your Dragon

Hiccup Haddock

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Bos

Lucifer Morningstar

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Adam

Blitzo

Moxxie Knolastname 

Stolas

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Grimm

Nick Burkhardt

Monroe

Dark Romance Novels

Constantine Blackwood (Slash or Pass by Tylor Paige)

Kansas Foxworth (Slash or Pass by Tylor Paige)

Koi Maitland (Knife, Comment, Share by Tylor Paige)

Dennis Swayze (Knife, Comment, Share by Tylor Paige)

Rowan Kane (The Ruinous Love Trilogy by Brynne Weaver)

Lachlan Kane (The Ruinous Love Trilogy by Brynne Weaver)

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Wanted Canon Female muses

Misc

Rhaenyra Targaryen / HotD

Helena Targaryen / HotD

Vonetta Contou / From Blood and Ash

Taryn Duarte / The Cruel Prince

Tris Prior / Divergent

Olivia Dunham / Fringe

Kelly Grayson / The Orville

Claire Finn / The Orville

Alara Kitan / The Orville

Vanessa Afron / FNAF Movie

Marnie Piper / Halloweentown

Ruby Sunday / Doctor Who

Amy Pond / Doctor Who

Ruby Bell / Maxton Hall

Lucy MacLean / Fallout TV Show 

ACOTAR

Nesta Archeron

Emerie 

Catrin Berdara

Lady of Autumn

HP

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Pansy Parkinson

Rowena Ravenclaw

Lily Evans/Potter

Marlene McKinnon

Female MC of Hogwarts Legacy

Poppy Sweeting

Natsai Onai

Imelda Reyes

Mirabel Garlick

Matilda Weasley

Dinah Hecat

Sirona Ryan

Victoire Weasley

Fourth Wing

Violet Sorrengail

Rhiannon Matthias

Mira Sorrengail

Sloane Mairi

Sgyael (the Dragon)

Descendants

Evie Grimhilde

Mal Bertha

Audrey Rose

Fear Street

Deena Johnson

Alice

Ziggy Berman

Twilight

Bella Swan

Esme Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

MCU

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Melina Vostokoff

Wanda Maximoff

Jane Foster

Darcy Lewis

Monica Rambeau

Karen Page

Jennifer Walters

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Makkari

Sersi

The Hunger Games

Annie Cresta

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Shadowhunters

Clary Fray

Isabelle Lightwood

Teen Wolf

Malia Tate

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

Allison Argent

Melissa McCall

Laura Hale

Satomi

Braeden

Kate Argent

Lost Girl

Bo Dennis

Kenzi Malikov

Tamsin

Lauren Lewis

CAOS

Sabrina Spellman

Rosalind Walker

Prudence Blackwood

Agatha Night

Dorcas Night

Hilda Spellman

Zelda Spellman

Fate: The Winx Saga

Bloom Peters

Terra Harvey

Beatrix

Flora

Stella

Musa

Aisha

Agents of SHIELD

Skye / Daisy Johnson

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Bobbi Morse

TVD/TO

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hope Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Katherine Petrova

Lizzie Saltzman

Josie Saltzman

OUAT

Emma Swan

Snow White

Alice Jones

Regina Mills

The Witcher

Yennefer

Cirilla

Francesca Findabair

Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Edwina Sharma

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Violet Bridgerton

Queen Charlotte

Lucifer

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen Smith

Linda Martin

Ella Lopez

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Eleven / Jane Hopper (no ship as kid muse)

Max Mayfield (no ship as kid muse)

Joyce Byers

Disney

Elsa of Arendelle

Anna of Arendelle

Maleficent

Fort Salem

Abigail Bellweather

Scylla

Raelle Collar

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Laura Kearney

Kaitlyn Ka

Charmed (1997)

Piper Halliwell

Phoebe Halliwell

Paige Halliwell

Mass Effect

Tali’Zorah Nar Rayya

Commander Shepard (female)

Jack / Subject Zero

The Sandman

Calliope 

Johanna Constantine

Death

Rose Walker

Lyta Hall

DCTV

Felicity Smoak

Kara Danvers

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Gina Linetti

iZombie

Liv Moore

Peyton Charles

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca

Yoko

Morticia Addams

Larissa Weems

Marilyn Thornhill

Shadow and Bone

Alina Starkov

Inej Ghafa

NIna Zenik

Zoya Nazyalensky

Genya Safin

Tolkien World

Galadriel

Tauriel

Night World

Poppy North

Mary-Lynnette Carter

Rowan Redfern

Kestrel Redfern

Jade Redfern

One Piece Live Action

Nami

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Bos

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie

Niffty

Carmilla Carmine

Cherry Bomb

Lute

Millie Knolastname

Loona

Octavia

Grimm

Rosalee Calvert Monroe 

Adalind Schade

Dark Romance Novels

Eisley Rosales (Slash or Pass by Tylor Paige)

Domino Risky (Knife, Comment, Share by Tylor Paige)

Sloane Sutherland (The Ruinous Love Trilogy by Brynne Weaver)

Lark Montague (The Ruinous Love Trilogy by Brynne Weaver)

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tried making some ttte memes (266)

[solinarimoon]

Fields of Wildflowers

Chapter 15

A Sihtric x OC story

AN: Well loves, this is the final chapter for this story.  Depending on how season 5 of the show goes, I may do more and I may do one-shots for Cwen and Sihtric later too.  I am honestly incredibly proud of myself for finishing my very first multi-chapter story.  And I am beyond thankful for each and every one of you who thought it was worth your time to read.  Thank you!  From the bottom of my Dane loving heart.  I have more stories planned featuring our favorite cinnamon role Dane and some new OCs so be on the lookout!  The moodboards provided by the lovely @serasvictoria

Warnings: Smut.  Smut with feelings.  (So this also counts as my outdoors entry for @tlkfanficfest bingo axe card)

Word Count: 3877

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Hild found Cwen some old novice robes that fit comfortably enough.  The abbess then cleaned Cwen’s face and put a soothing poultice on some of the deeper scrapes and bruises before sending her off to bed.

The room was plain, holding only a bed and a small table.  And there was a lingering aroma of some floral fragrance Cwen couldn’t place.  She laid down and was asleep within a matter of minutes.

When she awoke, it was with a start to find an arm weightily draped across her waist.

Turning from her side to lay on her back, Cwen saw Sihtric dozing soundly next to her.

He had found a moment to clean the grime and gore from his face and body, she noticed as she took in his features.  His armor and tunic lay discarded by the door to the room and Cwen took a moment to take in his resting form.  The line of his jaw and the length of his neck.  His shoulder, rounded and firm, with long muscles leading along the arm hooked around her waist.  She felt the heat radiating off his bare chest.

In his sleep, the warrior’s face was relaxed and his breathing even and shallow.  His mouth hung slightly open, a quiet snore escaping him every few breaths.

Cwen raised a hand to brush the hair from his forehead and trace the lines along his brow.

She smiled when she felt him stir under her touch.  Without opening his eyes, he reached a hand up to grasp her own and bring her palm to his lips.

“I am glad you took my advice and rested,” he hummed against her palm before pulling her body closer into his embrace.

“Is there peace?” she questioned after nuzzling against his neck and trailing her fingers along his collarbone.

“For now, it seems.”

“Tell me.” Cwen asked, sleep still clouding her voice.

Sihtric rolled onto his back, sliding his arm to rest under Cwen’s neck as she nestled into his side.

“They’ve given Sigtryggr Eofiwich.  And he promises to remain peaceful and in alliance with Wessex and Mercia.” Sihtric paused, running his fingers gently through Cwen’s long hair.  Hild had also spent time using a brush and comb to work through the knots and tangles that had accumulated during the siege.

“That can’t be all though,” Cwen asked while turning her face up to meet his, “What about Stiorra?”

Cwen felt as a rumble passed through Sihtric’s chest as he laughed.  

“And what about Stiorra?” 

Cwen propped herself up on to her arm, her mirthful smile mirroring his.

“Is she part of the bargain?” 

“Why would she be?” Sihtric’s eyes glittered mischievously.

“Because they have fallen for one another.  Stiorra and Sigtryggr.” Cwen’s words were sure and matter of fact.

Sihtric moved to place a strand of hair that had fallen across Cwen’s face before he asked, “Now what would make you say that?”

Sighing, Cwen laid herself back down and nestled into his side.  Her fingers absent-mindedly finding the hammer amulet draped across his chest.  Tracing the intricate designs.

“Well I don’t know exactly.  I have never even seen them in the same room together,” and her words were interrupted by a scoff from Sihtric.  She hushed him playfully before continuing, “but it is in the way they speak about each other.  As if he truly sees her.  And she, him.”

Here she paused, her hand stopping it’s fidgeting with the hammer.  She took a breath then continued, vulnerability lacing her words, “It is not much different from the way I believe you see me.  From the way you have watched me and seen me since the fields of Saltwich.  You see me and know me.  The true me.  And that is love.  To have someone see through you to your soul.  Or your spirit, your essence.  Whatever term you wish to give it.  When a person can see your rough edges, the parts that are broken, the fragile things…” her fingers began fiddling with the pendant once more, nervous as she continued, “a person who can see that in another and appreciate it, accept it.  That is love.  That is what will help someone to heal.  Find peace.  Happiness.  I see who you are and you see me for who I am.  I see that mirrored in the way Stiorra and Sigtryggr speak about one another.” 

Cwen’s voice got quieter as she stopped her rambling. Her fingers continued to place their anxious energy into toying with the necklace until she felt his strong hand wrap around her own, stopping her movements.  He moved to place his knuckles below her chin, tilting her head up so he could catch her eyes.

“What have I done in my life to deserve you, my lady?”

Now it was Cwen’s turn to scoff at his use of the term lady once more before he continued, interrupting her.

“It is true.  I have been blessed by the gods and I do not know why.  I am nothing but a bastard son who has killed more men than I can count. Many who were probably good men.”

Cwen stared into his face as he spoke.  She watched as his brows stitched together and the line of his jaw flexed.  His eyes growing distant and clouded.

“Then you do not see what I see, Sihtric.” Her hand rose from his chest to caress his neck, fingers smoothing themselves through the curls of his hair, coaxing his eyes back from whatever unfocused horrors he was imagining, back to her.

“You are a man, devoted and loyal.  I see your heart.  A heart that is fierce and passionate, but also kind and warm.  It is gentle when time or place calls for it. I see that in how you are with the children and with me. You have shown me time and time over that the quality of your heart is pure.  It is all those things that make who you are.  A warrior. A heathen but not a barbarian as some Christians would paint you. These are the reasons you follow Lord Uhtred.  These are the reasons you fight.  And they are good qualities.”

Cwen watched while he listened to her words. The lines of his face eased and the whites of his eyes glistened more brightly. The lovers brought their lips together, the language of a whispered kiss speaking more deeply than either could with words. 

A subtle cough from the doorway broke them apart. 

Hild stood, a kind smirk on her face. 

“I would remind you that you are still in a church, Sihtric. And even though you are heathen I will have you respect this home of my God.”

Cwen rolled over, burying her face in her hands and stifling anxious giggles while she heard Sihtric apologize and then the rustle of Hild’s robes as she moved away from the door. 

But Hild called over her shoulder to them before she had made it out of earshot, “Uhtred is looking for you. King Edward has spoken with him.”

“Tell my lord I am on my way.”

They heard Hild laugh before she replied, “He wishes to speak with Cwen.”

The pair glanced at each other, confusion on both of their faces. Slowly, they moved to sit up and make ready themselves. 

“But Sihtric, you haven’t answered me!” Cwen exclaimed. 

When he looked askance at her as he did the laces up on his tunic, she continued, “Stiorra? Is she leaving for Eofowich?”

Sihtric smirks without raising his eyes again to meet hers, instead focusing on his lacing. 

“Well?” Cwen moved to help him secure the armour and interrupt his avoidance.

“She will be going as a hostage,” he replied. But the mirth behind his eyes showed his agreement with her notion that it was not a hostage arrangement. 

“Lord Uhtred must be furious,” Cwen mused. 

“He was quite, yes.”

Sihtric turned to grab his bracers off the floor and Cwen took them from him, sliding them onto each of his forearms in turn. 

“So what does he need with me, I wonder?” 

Sihtric shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as they walked out of the door to find Uhtred.

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“The king has charged me with the care of Aethelstan.”

Uhtred and Cwen were standing underneath the arches leading to the inner courtyard of the church.

Hild was walking with Eadith to stretch and warm some of her muscles, while an anxious Finan looked on.  He was clearly only half listening to whatever Osfeth and Sihtric were discussing.  It made Cwen smile, before turning her attention back to Uhtred.

“With care for Aethelstan?  But Lady Aelswith had been planning to do that?” 

Uhtred sighed, “Plans have changed.  Apparently Lady Aelswith is in poor health after the siege.  And Edward wants Aethelstan removed from Winchester.  It will be safer for the boy.”

“Aelswith offered me a place in her household caring for him before we left Mercia. I turned her down but not because I don’t want to help Aethelstan. Did you wish to speak with me to ask for my help?” 

Uhtred chuckled dryly and looked down at his boots, scuffing the dusty dirt. 

“It is no secret, I am…,” he trailed off before clearing his throat and starting again, “I will be able to teach him the shield wall and battle tactics. And other life lessons but I am lacking in many skills when it comes to raising a child.  I would ask you for help, yes.”

“And you will have it.” Cwen smiled, her words sincere and happy. 

It was at that moment that Sihtric approached, wrapping his arm around Cwen’s waist and drawing her close to him as she leaned back into his embrace. 

“You have chosen a good woman, Sihtric.” Uhtred clapped his friend on his shoulder. 

“I have, indeed,” Sihtric paused, pressing a kiss against Cwen’s hairline making her grin despite herself. 

“But may I have a word alone, Lord?” 

Cwen glanced between the two men before excusing herself to go check in on Eadith and Hild.

After joining the two women, Cwen continued to glance back to where Sihtric stood speaking with Uhtred.  The two men stood close together while Sihtric spoke, but his words did not travel and Cwen did not know what they discussed.

After only a few moments, she saw Uhtred embrace Sihtric and the two clapped each other on the back before breaking apart and Sihtric turned to walk to Finan and Osferth, who were standing in the path that Hild was guiding them along. Sihtric beamed at her as they approached, his smile filled with adoration. 

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After eating a light lunch with everyone, Sihtric excused himself and asked Cwen to join him.  He led her to the edge of Winchester and outside the walls.  The Saxon camp of King Edward was still scattered across the surrounding field, but the couple walked beyond the scattered tents and cookfires.  Here and there, men were mulling about, collecting their things, preparing to return to their homes.

“Where are you taking me, Sihtric,” Cwen looped her arm through his and leaned herself against him as they strolled.

She smiled when she felt his breath on her ear as he leaned close, “Do you remember the last time you asked me that question?”

His voice was low, husky.

The implication sent shivers along Cwen’s spine.  Just as it had while riding in the fields outside of Aegelesburg, she felt her body stir.  

They stayed quiet as they walked, both feeling the rising thrill in their energy.

Cwen tried to keep her breathing steady while her heart began beating steadily faster and faster.  The feel of Sihtric’s movements against her as they walked gave her shivers, every place where his skin brushed hers leaving trails of gooseflesh.

Eventually, they moved off of the main road and began to cross onto hunting trails, through woods and fields.  It may have been along the route they had come to Winchester.  That seemed ages ago and had been in such haste, Cwen thought she would have no idea if she had been through this way before. And there was no way she could focus clearly on her surroundings with the anticipation of being with Sihtric again.

Finally, he stopped walking and Cwen took in their surroundings.

They were at the edge of a low lying glen, leading up to a small hill crested with trees.  The glen was carpeted with tiny white and violet-blue flowers, all migling together.  Cwen breathed deep, enjoying the musty aroma of the woods to their backs, earthy and solid.  She tried to slow her pounding heart.

“I told you I wished to cherish you, Cwen,” Sihtric pulled her body flush against his before cupping her face, “and I mean to do just that.”

His lips ghosted across hers before he moved to nip underneath her ear, his tongue languidly tasting her skin in between gentle kisses down her neck.

“Sihtric,” she moaned out his name, her hands grasping hungrily at his hips and pulling him even closer to her.

“I will never grow tired of hearing you moan my name,” he whispered against her collarbone.

His fingers found their way up from her waist to begin undoing the laces at her collar, before moving the fabric apart to reveal the skin of her chest.

Despite the heat of the late summer, his fingers left goosebumps dancing along the trails they made, slowly fanning their way over to caress one of her breasts.

Cwen sighed as his kisses continued along her neck and his fingers lightly pinched at her erect nipple. 

She could feel the swell in his trousers bulging against her hips and longed for more. 

Slowly, she reached her hand down from his hip to cup along his length. 

The groan her movements brought forth from him flushed Cwen with a sense of pride that she could cause him to make such noises. 

“Mmmm, woman,” he growled, “I planned to be making these noises come from you,” but Cwen interrupted him. 

“And what if I wish to show you how I cherish you too?”

Sihtric leaned back on his heels to stare at Cwen. Her shy smile and mischievous twinkle in her eyes.  

In an instant, his mouth was on hers. All sense of calm replaced by fire. 

Both sets of fingers fought to undo the buckles and ties holding cloth against skin. 

All the pain, all the terror over the past weeks. Separated by barriers and words. All of the emotions of the heart came crashing out against each other. 

Swiftly, Cwen slid her dress down from her shoulders to pool at her feet, leaving her chest bare and only a thin underskirt draped off of her curving hips.

Sihtric, breathing heavily,  stood back to admire her form, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist up to the slope of her breasts.  

While his hands roamed her body, Cwen undid the lacing holding his bracers and leathers on, removing them deftly.  

Smoothly, he lifted his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it in the grass by their feet, only to then drop to his knees, peppering kisses along her abdomen while his hands reached behind her to grasp and gently knead her bottom.

Cwen sucked in a breath as the feel of heat pooled deep in her core, mingled with a throbbing pull at her opening.  She wanted to feel him touch her there.

She ran her fingers along his head, nails scratching along his scalp, before he tilted his face up to hers to see the passion burning in her eyes.

“Come here, Cwen.”  His voice was deep and sensual, causing another thrill to ripple through her swollen womanhood.

She slid her body down to meet him, feeling his lips trailing up now, to find her nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue against the hard nub.  His hands bunched at her skirt, pulling it up around her as she lowered herself.

Once she was on her knees, he brought his face to hers, kissing her lips once more while growling, “Lay back for me.”

Cwen lowered herself back, while Sihtric’s body, hard and strong, loomed over her, sheltering her, enveloping her.

Again, he brought his lips to her skin, licking and sucking gently at the dips and shallows of her neck and shoulders.

She shuddered when his hands left the skirt, now rumpled around her waist to trail down her hip.  He had slowed their pace once more, gradually bringing his fingers to rub against her swollen center. Slow, short strokes followed by an even slower long stroke circling the moist opening of her slit.

She moaned and arched under his hands, yearning for more but relishing the feel of his hands on her.

Slowly, his kisses moved lower, back to her nipple, drawing circles around it before he continued even lower.

Cwen opened her eyes, when he sat up, removing his hand from her wetness.

Sihtric leaned back on his knees and shifted Cwen’s hips as she watched him eye her hungrily.

He began to lean down to her, his breath hot and heavy on her aching core.

“Sihtric, what are you,” but her words were replaced with a rasping moan as she felt his tongue on her. He trailed his tongue up from the dripping moisture of her slit to press and flick against the nub of her sex making her gasp outloud.

Sihtric looked up to meet her eye, now sucking at the nerves before he answered, “I am cherishing my woman, every part of her.”  And he then moved back to lap at her with the flat of his tongue.

Licking her lips, Cwen felt as her hips unconsciously rose to meet his actions, continuing the slow rhythm his fingers had started.  Slow and small strokes followed by a longer stroke, the pressure always building then pulling back as he pulled her to the edge.

When he brought his fingers to her opening and slowly pushed one then another inside, Cwen felt herself arch and moan his name. 

Her fingers found themselves raking through his hair as he moved his fingers inside her, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

Cwen felt herself rising to the edge, “Sihtric,” she groaned while his actions became faster, matching the pumping of her hips rising to meet him.

And she came undone, her legs tensing and squeezing as he brought her to her high.

When she opened her eyes, he had moved his face to stare at her, but was continuing the motions of his fingers, still feeling her clench around him.

“You are the most beautiful woman,” he whispered, his voice deep with lust.

“Can you take me?”

Noiselessly, Cwen nodded, holding her arms out for him to come to her.

He moved, lithe as a cat, to bring his face to hers, kissing her passionately.  She could taste herself on his lips and feel her own moisture in his beard.

Cwen slipped her fingers between his pants and his hips and slid them down with his help to release his bulge.  He rolled off of her just long enough to slide his trousers off completely, before he was on her once more, his manhood hard and ready for her.

Guiding himself to her entrance, Cwen shifted her hips to better meet him.

As he pushed himself inside her, she met his eyes.  He filled her completely, pushing into the hilt before he paused to kiss her.  Then slowly again, their bodys began rocking together in a rhythm building steadily.  Her small moans and noises driving him to push harder.

He built her up once more, feeling her body tensing beneath him ready to crash in ecstasy.  Cwen cried out his name once more when he pushed her over the edge, feeling her walls clench him tight driving his own climax to follow. 

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They lay in the grass, a tangle of limbs as their breathing returned to normal.  Cwen found her hand in Sihtric’s as he toyed with her fingers, weaving them together with his.  He brought her hand up to place a gentle kiss on her thumb.  

“Be my wife, Cwen.”

Surprised, Cwen turned her face to watch him.  He was focused on their fingers, still lacing them gently together.

He continued after a moment's pause, “I want you for my woman.  My wife.  From now until the end of days. I told you that all of my roads will lead me to you, Cwen.  And I meant it.  You are warm and kind.  You are brave.  And you make me happy.  Happier than any warrior deserves to be.  

His words were strong. Sure.

Cwen felt her eyes prickle as tears formed, blurring her vision.  She blinked to clear them away as she saw Sihtric’s head turn to look at her.

“Will you be my wife, Cwen?”

Smiling, Cwen nodded her head furiously, “Yes, Sihtric, I will be your wife.”

Grinning, Sihtric rolled Cwen on top of him and kissed her, deeply before he pulled away.

Still smiling, he laughed, “Then I have something I need to give to you.”

Cwen moved herself off of him as he reached into his pants, reaching into a small pocket, hidden in the waist.

He pulled out a tiny pouch.  He emptied the pouch into his palm.  It contained a small golden ring.  Simple and delicate, with just a few markings and designs along the band.

“This belonged to my mother.  It is the only possession I have from her. Before my father,” he glanced at Cwen before he continued, “before he killed her, she gave this to me.  She knew he would find out about what she had been doing to help the children of Dunhilm.  And she wanted for me to have this.  She has been the only woman to ever hold my heart.  Until now.  And I want you to have it.”

Cwen was speechless as he placed it in her palm, before closing her fingers over it and kissing her hand.

The tears she had been able to stem before, now ran freely along her cheeks.  Gingerly, she opened her hand and picked up the ring.  She slid it onto her finger and it fit perfectly.

“She would have loved you,” Sihtric added, wrapping his arms around Cwen and resting his forehead against hers.

“Thank you, Sihtric.  I will treasure it and hope to honor her by wearing it.”

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As they were getting dressed and beginning their walk back towards Winchester, Cwen gasped.

“Wait, won’t we need Uhtred’s approval to marry? When will you ask him?” Laughing, Sihtric took her hand, “I have already asked him, love.  It is what I wished to speak with him about this morning.”

“Oh you planned all of this then?”

“I did”

“Oh you are quite the romantic, my soon-to-be husband.”

Sihtric chuckled once more along with Cwen, “I guess I am.”

As they continued walking, Cwen asked, “So what did Uhtred say when you asked him?” “He said that I would be a fool not to marry you.”

Sihtric pulled her close, kissing her temple as they walked, “And he is right.”

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Amorous Little Girl

Pairing: Uhtred x fem!oc

Summary: The royal family disappointment and the Coccham group meet through an accidental run-in, sprouting into a kidnapping:)

Warning: toxic daddy issues, aethelflaed slander, one swear word—i think that’s it (unless you want to add terrible writing as a warning-😭i’m sorry in advance)

Word Count: 5k

“Father, why am I never allowed to meet these men?” Magnhild asked King Alfred after he sent her out of the room upon the arrival of Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

“Because you are a young woman,” he answered and flicked his wrist as if to tell her to leave.

“Aethelflaed has met them,” she retorted and crossed her arms with a pout.

“You and Aethelflaed are nothing alike,” he told his daughter.

“She is my sister,” Magnhild responded.

“Aethelflaed is educated, and refined, and independent on her own accord. You are an amorous little girl,” her jaw went slack at his accusations.

“An amorous little girl?” she questioned, “Are you joking?”

“Magnhild, we will speak of this later. I have king duties to tend to,” he dismissed her.

“Fine,” she muttered and slung open the doors to go into the hallway.

She was angry, blind rage took over her body. She hiked up her dress so she could walk faster down the corridor, fuming. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going, she knew the halls like the back of her hand. Her jaw clenched and unclenched over and over as she thought of what her father called her.

An amorous little girl? He could not have been serious. She did not speak up about politics nor the ways of war and domination, but only because that was what her mother taught her to avoid. However, that did not mean she did not understand and have her own opinions of the matters. She only ever tried to obey and please her parents, but she could never be Aethelflaed.

As she came to the realization that she will never receive her parents love, she began to cry. She always cried when she was mad—something she hated she did and probably why her father thought of her as a little girl.

Oh, how her blood boiled as she thought of how much they paraded around Aethelflaed and obviously showed her more affection. Aethelflaed with her perfect face, and her perfect etiquette, and her perfect, moral, Christian heart, and her knowledge of the ways of war, and her sweet attitude, and her independence.

She became distracted when these thoughts came forward, running right into another person in the hallway. It was a very muscular man, because she was nearly knocked onto the ground.

“Oh, God, I didn’t see ya. I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Finan, why are you hitting women? Is that not a sin?” another man next to them spoke, causing another man to laugh.

“Pardon me,” Magnhild excused herself and took a step to walk away, sniffling.

“Wait, are you hurt? Why are you crying?” the same man that hit her asked.

“I am fine, forgive me for running into you. I wasn’t paying attention,” she apologized.

“Well, why are you crying?” the man, who has not spoken, asked, he looked as if he were a Dane.

“Family issues,” she told them hostilely.

“Your family issues involve the king?” the accented man asked and Magnhild scoffed, crossing her arms.

“My family is the king,” she spoke, annoyed with their ignorance. Everyone knew her mother and father, everyone knew Aethelflaed, everyone knew Edward—even at his young age—yet, no one knew Magnhild.

“The king has another daughter?” the tallest one asked.

“Yes, but my father thinks I’m an amorous little girl, so I don’t meet too many men when they visit him,” she told them, “why are all of you here to see the king?”

“We have a report from East Anglia,” the tall replied.

“Ah, a battle for Beamfleot is soon to come,” she nodded to show her understanding, wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks, “I must be on my way, but if you need to find me, which you probably won’t, I will be somewhere in the courtyard.”

“Wait, what is your name?” the accented man asked.

“Magnhild,” she told him and looked to all three men, “and yours?”

“Finan,” he introduced himself, but you had already heard his name when you first ran into him and the tall one said it.

“Nice to meet you, Finan,” she shook his hand and looked to the quiet one.

“Sihtric,” he said and she shook his hand next.

“Sihtric, I love your name,” she complimented and looked to the last one, “and yours?”

“Uhtred,” he answered with a crooked smile and grasped her hand, kissing the back of it. He looked into her eyes, the smile not leaving his lips.

“Uhtred,” she repeated and smiled her beautiful smile that usually had men crawling after her.

“We were going to the ale house after we speak with King Alfred,” Finan chimed in, the two not breaking eye contact.

“I might join you,” she told them and turned on her heels with an excited smile gracing her lips.

Once sun set, Magnhild went to the ale house—without telling her parents, of course. They would have her sent to the chapel with the priest to be cleansed, if they knew she was going to drink with unmarried men.

She walked into the ale house and looked around for the three men she had met only that day. As she stood at the bar, waiting for the woman to give her her drink, she felt an arm sling over her shoulder.

“Aye, Lady Magnhild, I thought you weren’t going to join us,” he spoke and laughed. Magnhild grabbed her drink and walked with Finan to Uhtred and Sihtric along with another man she sort of recognized.

“Ah, here she is,” Uhtred said as she sat next to Sihtric, “Alfred’s secret daughter, meet Alfred’s bastard son,” he introduced and Magnhild’s eyes widened, her head snapping to the boy.

“Magnhild, family disappointment,” she introduced herself and shook his hand with a smile.

“Osferth…family reject,” he greeted awkwardly.

“Well, I do not have much time until my sister realizes I’m gone and tells my father,” she told them and downed what was in her cup, “shall we, gentlemen?”

“We shall,” Finan held up his cup and the others hit their cups together before drinking down the ale.

After many, many pitchers of ale and laughs, the group resorted storytelling.

“You let him trap you for a year then with Mildreth?” Magnhild asked as she laughed along with the rest of the men besides Uhtred, “everyone knows of Mildreth’s debt.”

“Okay, time to go,” Uhtred interrupted and stood up to go pay for his ale.

“No, Uhtred,” Magnhild whined and poked her bottom lip out. He looked down to her and got the dirtiest of thoughts, but quickly pushed them away, “I’m sorry for laughing, please stay,” she begged and grabbed his hand to pull him back down to sit beside her. She poked her lip again and tilted her head down to look at him through her lashes. He pulled his lip between his teeth with his tongue, looking down to her poked out lip then back up to her eyes, and sat down.

“We have already spoken of my misfortunes, let’s speak of yours,” Uhtred prompted and looked to woman, “why does your father think you’re an amorous little girl?”

“He…,” she snickered, “caught the guard and I… in bed and my sister told him that of our various acts before that,” she answered, then laughed before her next statement, “he threatened to sell me to the whorehouse,” she laughed harder this time.

“You have not waited for your wedding day?” Osferth asked as the men only stared at her.

“Not all of us are strong in our faith, but I did pay for my sins once Alfred found out, he—,” she stopped when she saw royal guards sent by her father, “shit,” she hissed and turned her head away, “what do I do?” she asked the group, who quickly became serious, as they watched the guards walk around the ale house.

“Sit on my lap,” Uhtred told her.

“Is this the time?” she asked him and sent him a look of confusion.

“Pretend you’re a whore,” he told her with a smirk and pulled her into his lap, “don’t look at them, keep your face at my neck when they come over here,” he instructed and she nodded, “Finan, toast to something.”

“Uh…t-to Baby Monk,” he said quickly and everyone hit their cups before drinking.

“Gentlemen, have you see the Lady Magnhild?” a tall guard asked and Magnhild kept her face in Uhtred’s neck, pretending to kiss it. Uhtred’s arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Dark hair, blue eyes, and warts all over her face?” Finan asked the guard and he shook his head, “then I have no idea,” the men laughed as their drunken state returned.

“Who is Lady Magnhild?” Uhtred asked as he tilted his head to give the girl in his lap better access to his neck.

“King Alfred’s daughter,” he spoke and Uhtred furrowed his eyebrows.

“His daughter name is Lady Aethelflaed,” he corrected the guard.

“He has another daughter,” the guard responded.

“You lost the king’s daughter?” Finan asked and the guard looked away from Uhtred, “Should we help find her?”

“We cannot do everything for Wessex,” Sihtric shook his head and laughed.

“I am finding a room for the night,” Uhtred stood up abruptly and threw an arm over Magnhild, hiding her face in his side, “with this one,” he smirked and gestured to the girl, “sleep well, we leave midday.”

“I think we should be telling you to get some sleep, Lord,” Finan chimed in and they all laughed. Uhtred slapped Finan in the back of the head and walked out with Magnhild.

Once they were outside, he pulled her into a darker area, “Do you think they saw you?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she laughed, “oh, that was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.”

“Your family knows you’re gone, we need to get you back,” he told her and looked around.

“They care not, they only do not want the ones who know of me to be confused when they do not mourn my sudden disappearance,” she told with a bright smile, “I want to do something else exciting.”

“It is late, you need to sleep,” he shook his head and tried to reason.

“No, Uhtred, they can wait a little bit longer before they know I am back,” she brushed it off and jumped eagerly, “let’s sneak into my bedchamber.”

“That is not a good idea,” he rejected the thought and shook his head.

“Why?” she asked and swayed a little bit due to the ale still in her system.

“For the same reason it is not a good idea for us to be alone right now,” he stressed and looked around again.

“Oh, that is—,” she was interrupted.

“Lord Uhtred!” a deep voice called from a close distance. Uhtred sighed and grabbed Magnhild, pushing her against the side of a close building and connected his lips to hers, “Lord Uhtred!” the voice called again, even closer.

Magnhild’s hands went to the side of his face and pulled him closer, completely forgetting why he even pushed her against the wall. She was pretty sure he forgot as well, because he reached for her hands and held them above her head.

“Lord Uhtred,” the voice called again, meekly this time, after clearing his throat. Uhtred pulled away but kept his face right in front of hers for a second before turning to the man.

“What?” Uhtred seethed and moved forward a little to make sure the man couldn’t see her face.

“King… King Alfred wants to see you,” the man said and gulped at the sight of Uhtred so mad.

“I will be there in a moment,” he told the man, causing him to leave quickly. Uhtred turned back to Magnhild, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I did not want him to see you.”

“It is fine, Uhtred,” she told him and then gestured back to the town, “uhm, I should get back to my…,” she trailed off.

“Alfred will ask me to help find you,” he told her, “stay here and I will come back for you.” Magnhild nodded and Uhtred left her against the wall. She brought her fingers to her lips as she smiled.

What seemed like a long while after Uhtred left her, she heard loud stepping approaching her, so she pushed herself against the building.

“Lord Uhtred, we’ve already looked back here,” one man said as the light of a torch shone around the corner.

“We are looking everywhere more than once, this is the king’s daughter,” Uhtred responded.

“I didn’t even know the king had another daughter,” one man said and Magnhild threw her hands up in defeat. The men stepped around the corner, she jumped in fake surprise looked across the group.

“Lady…Madgefeld, we have been searching for you,” one of the guards spoke.

“It is Magnhild, you arse,” she corrected him and stood in front of them, “I know that you were looking for me, because none of you know silence nor surprise,” she insulted them, “take me to king, it is back to hell for me.”

The guards and Uhtred led her to the courtyard before Uhtred turned to the men and told them he could take her to her father.

“Did you hear that, Uhtred? They didn’t even know name,” she crossed her arms, “that man has been working for my father since I was born, and he did not even know my name.”

“You cannot worry yourself with that,” he told her and rested his left hand on the small of her back, “maybe it is better to not be known at all, than to be known by all.”

“I do not wish to hear your wise quotes,” she told him and laughed.

“I am not wrong, if you are to mess with something, you will not be held accountable by the kingdom of Wessex and possibly beyond. If…Aethelflaed is to do so, all of Wessex, Mercia, and Northumbria would know of the princess of Wessex’s mistake,” he reasoned with her. She stopped walking and turned to the man.

“Friends are not supposed to give solutions to problems they complain about,” she told him with a scowl.

“We are friends?” Uhtred questioned playfully and pulled a look of mock confusion.

“You have lied and covered for me more times since I met you earlier today than anyone I’ve ever known, I consider that to be a friend,” she said with a smile, “do you not agree?”

“ ‘Friends’ is so constrictive, it takes away the chance of being anything more,” he spoke confidently and tucked a strand of hair behind Magnhild’s ear, running his thumb down the shell of her ear before pulling away.

“Are you under the impression that there is a chance of anything more?” she asked in return with a teasing smile.

“Well, you seemed to enjoy what was happening earlier,” he shrugged and looked over her body shamelessly.

“You are not married?” she asked him and he cleared his throat.

“No,” Uhtred shook his head.

“I would have assumed women throw themselves at your feet,” she tilted her head to one side.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “They do, but I do not marry the first attractive lady I see,” he told her, “otherwise I would already have you in your house of God.”

“Was that attempt to flatter me?” she asked and leaned against the wall behind her.

“That depends… did it work?” he asked and looked up and down the hallway before placing his hand next to her head on the wall and leaning against it, “oh, come on, Magnhild, give me a chance.”

She let her head hang loosely before looking up to him, “Fine, this is your chance,” she shrugged, “woo me, Lord.”

“W-woo you?” he questioned and down the hallway again.

“Yes, do what you believe will win me over,” she told him and smiled.

She knew what she was getting into…or, at least, she thought she knew.

She felt as though she knew the Lord Uhtred and what his next play would be: to win her over with lame attempts to get her to swoon.

She definitely was not expecting him to lean in and bring her lips to his. Taken by surprise, she did not move at first, she only stood against the wall with Uhtred towering over her.

Right as he was about to pull away and apologize, thinking she was uncomfortable, Magnhild came to her senses pulled him closer to her. With one hand remaining against the wall, his other crept up the side of her body and to her neck.

She placed her hands on either side of his face as he held his body against hers. His tongue tasted of ale as it slipped into her mouth, a wave of pleasure washing over Magnhild.

Their moment was cut short when Uhtred quickly pulled away at the sound of a door closing.

They looked to see priests walking toward them, Magnhild grabbed Uhtred’s hand and ran toward her bedchamber quickly, escaping the view of the priests.

She pulled him into her room and held him against the door, reconnecting their lips and picking up exactly where they left off.

Magnhild hadn’t been with anyone since the guard that her father caught her with, so she wasn’t sure if it was the act or the person that had her wanting more than what was happening.

Uhtred seemed like a good person, but she only just met him that day. It felt wrong, but that feeling did not stop her from letting him pick her up and placing her on the bed.

Once she untucked his tunic, a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Magnhild,” a voice called, but the girl did not move from her spot nor stop her actions with Uhtred, “Magnhild, I know you are in there,” she recognized the voice as her mother’s.

“I need you to hide,” she told Uhtred and he groaned quietly before hiding behind the door. Magnhild opened it and looked to her mother, “hello, Mother.”

“Magnhild, why do you need to disobey your father and I over and over?” she asked as walked into the room. Magnhild gestured for Uhtred to sneak behind her mother and leave the room.

“I do not,” Uhtred heard her say before he walked quickly down the corridor and to the guards that remained in the courtyard.

He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulder before speaking to the men, “the princess has returned to the queen.”

“What took so long, Lord?” one of them asked and the rest laughed. Uhtred only walked past the group in silence.

“You ‘ought to be careful, we all know what happened to the last man that got caught in the princess’ bed,” another one spoke.

“Aye, poor Bjarte,” another commented, “and his wife.”

“What, uhm, what happened to Bjarte?” Uhtred asked before continuing his path to seek out Finan.

“Beheaded in front of all of Wessex, ‘t‘s a shame—he was the best of us,” the same man answered and hung his head.

The Dane-slayer looked over the men and back in the direction of Magnhild before finding a place to sleep for the night with the words of the royal guard on his mind.

The next day, Uhtred settled his affairs in Wessex, he saddled his horse and readied himself for his trip, as did Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth. He had no intent of speaking to, or even seeing, the princess which he shared an intimate moment with the previous night.

He had worked too hard for his land and the right to keep his life for a girl to mess that up. If Alfred had had his best warrior beheaded for being seen with her, he has no doubt in his mind Alfred would do the same to him.

Uhtred rode to the gate of Wessex, before hearing someone yelling after him. Of course he turned to see what the commotion was. He saw Magnhild quickly making her way toward the group.

“Wait!” she called as she ran toward their leaving horses, “take me with you.”

“I will not,” Uhtred shook his head, hoping Alfred did not see what was happening.

“My father is putting me in nunnery, because he said I am not Christian enough. Please, Uhtred, I cannot bear the life of a nun,” she begged and grabbed his leg.

“You cannot leave Wessex, you are a princess,” he reasoned and glanced to Finan for him to help. Finan only shrugged at his lord before Uhtred looked back down to Magnhild.

“They do not care for me here, most of the people of Wessex do not even know of my existence,” she told him with pleading eyes, “please, Uhtred.”

“You cannot pretend that you do not have a life here,” he told her and got off his horse to guide her back toward her father. He put his hand on her shoulder and started to walk her back.

Magnhild pushed his hand away from her and stood tall in front of him, “Uhtred, I’d rather pretend that I’m something better than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess I am, and I want get away more than pretend that I am loved and happy here,” she told him and he sighed, looking back to see no one is even watching the princess beg to leave her home.

“I know that you wish for my help with this,” he let out a long breath, “but bringing you with us is too much of a risk for yourself and for me.”

Magnhild let her jaw hang loosely, “where is the Uhtred that I was with last night?” she asked and crossed her arms.

“We were drunk,” he excused and put his hands on his hips.

She scoffed and slapped his arm, “you were as sober as you are now,” she told him.

Uhtred sighed and said, almost painfully, “We must remember it differently.”

“Well, then,” she scoffed and took a step away from him, “this is good bye, I wish you unsafe travels, I must be off to my long robe and headdress.”

“Magnhild—,” he began.

“If I were Aethelflaed, would your answer be different?” she cut him off, yet he stayed silent, “of course,” she threw her hands up before walking swiftly away from the man.

Many, many morning later, Magnhild sat with Abbess Hild on a pew before a cross.

“If God loved me, why would he give me a family who does not love, nor like, me?” Magnhild asked with anger, they had been on the topic of conversation for a bit of time now.

“He loves you, God does not give His people anything He knows they cannot handle,” Hild responded and held the princess’ hand in hers.

Magnhild wiped her eyes, “does He punish me, because He knew I was going to have sinful relations with Bjarte last winter? Did He know before I was going to lay with him, so he cursed me with an unloving family?”

“I assure you, He did not.”

“It is all so confusing—the sinful relations. I know he had a wife, and I know we were not married when I invited him into my room, however, why does it matter so much? It is only pleasure, is it not?” Magnhild spoke quickly, “I just do not understand.”

“The act is saved for man and woman after they’re wed,” Hild explained vaguely.

“But, why?” she asked, “for example, if man and woman are already said to marry, why do they have to wait until after they are married before a priest?”

“Man and woman are supposed to be united before God, then they can go to their next step—having children. One leads to the other, if you perform the act with other man besides your husband, you will have bastard children running all over Wessex,” Hild told her, then muttered, “which is a Dane’s way.”

“Abbess, is it wrong to marry a Dane?” she asked next, with the same look of begging for guidance.

“I do not see why it would be, as long as you raise your children to be Christians as well,” Hild shrugged, “but surely your father will not marry you off to the Danes.”

“And if I want to marry a Dane without my father’s knowledge?” Magnhild questioned and looked to her feet to avoid eye contact.

Hild furrowed her eyebrows, “Lady, Danes are cruel, and unforgiving, and merciless, and will mock our God,” she told her.

“But this Dane is not cruel, he does not hate Christians,” Magnhild defended and looked back up to Hild.

“I have only ever met—,” a look of realization overtook her face, “oh, Magnhild, you don’t mean U—.”

“May I interrupt?” a deep voice with a hint of a smile in the tone called from the doorway. The women turned quickly to the voice to see the man in question standing there, staring back at them.

“Uhtred,” Hild greeted and welcomed him with a hug as Magnhild stood far back behind Hild, “why are you here?”

“I have come to visit someone,” he told her.

Hild pulled a look of confusion, “you visit a nun?” she questioned, “a woman of God?”

“Eh, if that is what she is telling herself now,�� Uhtred chuckled to himself briefly, “do you know where Lady Magnhild could be found?”

“Uhtred, if you have come to pull one of these women into sin while she is in a volatile state, then I beg you to leave,” Hild spoke sternly, yet Uhtred still watched her with a crooked smile—the one that Magnhild saw every night she fell asleep. Well, the crooked smile and the look on his face when he left her to her version of torture.

“I would never do such thing,” he said and laughed.

Hild sent Uhtred a look that the princess could not see, “Magnhild, please join us.”

Magnhild drug her feet as she walked over to the pair, “Yes?”

“Lord Uhtred would like to speak with you,” she spoke and took a step to leave, then looked back to Magnhild, “I will excuse myself, but remember what I told you,” Hild nodded to her before leaving the two.

“Lord Uhtred,” Magnhild greeted.

“ ‘Care to take a walk with me?” Uhtred nodded his head to the door.

Magnhild stared at him for a moment before agreeing, “Only because I want to speak of something other than my un-Christian acts,” he laughed before following her outside.

“Do you have a normal dress?” Uhtred asked and looked around suspiciously.

Magnhild gave him an odd look, “I have the dress I wore before I was sent here, why do you ask?”

“We are taking you with us,” he shrugged and put his hand on the small of her back, looking back one more time before leading her behind a building to find his three loyal men.

“Excuse me?” she looked over the group then sent a glare to Uhtred, “Why are you doing this? Is this a test to see if I have changed into a better Christian?”

“What? No,” Uhtred shook his head, “Is this not what you want? To leave?”

“You are joking,” she stated, “I cannot just leave.”

“Why not?” Sihtric asked.

“Because… well, because… what happened to your safety and mine?” she changed the subject.

“Your father will not kill me, I know of this now,” he told her and grabbed her hand, “we came back for you, you can stay here if you wish—but if you are to go with us, we must leave before Hild returns.”

Magnhild sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. She could go with this group of men that she barely knew, or she could stay in torment.

She knew what she wanted to do, but was that the right choice? She only wanted someone to love her, care for her, not ignore her or her feelings—Uhtred came back for her, that had to count for something, right?

“Ugh, give me a moment,” she looked around the corner and left the group.

“That went well,” Sihtric muttered and looked to Finan.

“Why are we doing this again, Lord? Will this not result in treason?” Osferth spoke up.

Uhtred refused to face his men, “We will be fine.”

“Forgive me, Lord, but why this girl? You have done nothing other than speak and think of this one since we left Wessex,” Finan asked with a voice of concern.

“I do not know yet,” he admitted and looked around the corner, “she is—.”

“If you say she is different because she is not loved by her father, I’m going to leave,” Finan spoke jokingly and ran his hand over his face.

“I was not going to say that,” he sent the Irishman a glare, “she is…an amorous little girl that interests me.”

“Okay, we must go quickly,” Magnhild appeared before the men with a bright smile on her lips.

She was finally getting away, she was finally free, and no one would care about her absence.

“You ride with Finan and you keep your head down until we are out of sight,” Uhtred directed and helped her onto Finan’s horse, “I am going to speak with Hild, you all to the woods until I join you.”

They did as Uhtred said. Hild knew as soon as Uhtred began to answer cryptically that he had Magnhild with him. She knew what they were doing, yet even after he left with Magnhild, she did not speak of it to anyone, not even the king—but then again it wasn’t as if the king came to check on his daughter.

Hild knew the princess would be happy with Uhtred and his men.

And that she was, Magnhild used the skills her mother drilled into her brain, so she couldn’t be the best wife. She cooked for the men, she helped with cleaning, and she helped Uhtred with his needs…all his needs.

The two had had the talks, and Magnhild made it very clear that she did not want to get married yet, however she would not reject being a significant other to Uhtred. After a brief temper tantrum from the man, he agreed.

Magnhild lived with Uhtred in peace and happiness…until Alfred called for Uhtred once again.

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15. Are they the type to adopt strays (animals or people?) What or who have they “adopted” over the years?16. How do they like their baths/showers? Hot/cold, long/short? 24. Where did their name come from? Does it have meaning? Ik know its a lot but could you answer these for Dagmar and Freda and Jane please!

Oh my goodness I love answering these, thank you so much! Ask me something about my 5 OCs from this post!

Dagmar

15: Dagmar is almost like this silent, stoic guardian of the mansion. She looks after all of the residents but, she takes a special shine to Jean, feeling the overwhelming urge to make him feel loved - albeit in her own awkward little way. I think it's fair to say that she adopts him, sort of, in that she feels very motherly towards him even if he grumbles about her doting. As for animals, as a younger woman, Dagmar took in an abandoned Alaskan Malamute who she named Magnus and somehow turned him so he'd stay her loyal pet forever - no one is sure how she did this, even Comte didn't think it possible to turn animals. As such, Vic and King both adore Dagmar as she is a dog person who'll dote on any pup she sees.

16: She prefers cold baths and she could sit in the relaxing for hours. And by cold, I mean proper cold: Natural mountain waters that stream into a little pond out in the forest, even in the winter months just before it gets so cold that the water freezes over. That is not to say that Dagmar dislikes warmer waters - she is Scandinavian after all so she loves saunas so hot that most people would find them unbearable - she just prefers her natural little cold bathing pond.

24: Dagmar loosely means "Day" and "Daughter" which I personally interpret to mean "Daughter of the daylight".

Freda

15: Freda has mum friend vibes and will care for anybody that she can. I think most prominently, she becomes quite attached to Shakespeare - much to Arthur and Theo's frustration - and often visits him to make sure he's taking care of himself properly. She also makes it a habit to care for the wild rabbits in the gardens, even taking them in and nursing their injuries when they are sick or hurt. Freda doesn't make it a habit - since both of her boyfriends have dogs and because wild rabbits belong in the wild - but she does take a few of the bunnies in as pets, building a little hutch and special enclosure for them in the garden. She likes to give them silly little food themed names like Pumpkin (her ginger and white rabbit), Porridge (a shy little cream coloured rabbit) and Profiterole (a light brown bunny with a big chocolate brown patch on top of his head) . Freda and her bunnies have big cottagecore vibes and Arthur finds it particularly adorable just to watch her tend to the little rabbits.

16: Long, thoughtful, hot showers where she can just think and exist in peace, feeling soothed by the running water on her skin. She also enjoys lounging in le thermae but, she can't bathe there too long or the heat becomes a little too much and she feels, in her words, "like a steamed carrot".

24: Freda means "peace" which I do think suits her rather well since she is kind to all and avoids conflict where possible. I mostly picked it because Freda is partially based on me and I wanted her to have a name similar to my irl name ^^

Jane

15: Jane is cautious around new people and animals but, that is not to say that she is unfriendly. She herself was abandoned by her counsel and empathises with those in need, particularly animals. Leonardo is not so helpful in this situation because, he also has a history of taking in strays. As such, Jane has brought home a Great Dane who she named Edward, a little white persian kitten she called Lady Katherine and a ginger and white Norwegian forest cat she calls Piero. Both of the cats get on well with Lumiere and they take a shine to Leonardo right away - Lady Katherine particularly likes to clamber up onto his shoulders and hide inside his coat.

16: Oh she loves a hot bath and would spend hours in le thermae if she could. Jane and Leonardo both love to relax in the baths together into the later hours of the night, watching the twinkling stars through the glass-domed roof.

24: Jane means "God is Gracious" which I think is rather fitting as she died as a protestant martyr - Like Jean but Jane wasn't a catholic and was actually put to death for (in part) defying Catholicism.