#sihtric oneshot

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Hey Author, I wanted to ask if you could maybe write a story about ! Sihtric x reader! Could you perhaps write something where the reader is the younger sister of Ragnar, Uhtred and Thyra. In sihtric's age.

Maybe she could have met him in the forest when the two were children and became best friends from that day on. Nobody knew about it because the families are no longer good. Years later, when Kjartan kills the parents of the reader and Uhtred. the reader goes with him and Brida. She is younger than Uhtred and brida maybe Uhtred could teach his little sister to fight and she will be a shieldmaid maybe even the best!!!

When sihtric joins uhtred, the reader is very happy. Sihtric loves the reader, but thinks she would never want anything from him, so he marries his wife from the series

The relationship between the reader and sihtric becomes very bad due to the married

The reader is angry because she doesn't like his wife, she’s jealous and she is very hurt. And she makes him feel her anger!!! Maybe we could have a little fight with his wife, that would be cool.

At some point I don't know how they could confess their feelings for each other.

I love drama in story’s like that. I hope you like it too and it gave you ideas to write it. Maybe you could say if you write it.

Thank you, your reader 🫶❤️

#drama #brokenheart #anger #bestfriends #love

I am so jealous that she is his wife. I just don't like her😑

I have to put my cell phone away, otherwise it will be broken later

I wrote a similar request to another author, but I thought I could also ask another one, hope it doesn't bother you! 🫶

Heyyy finally got this done. It is longer than I expected lol cuz I wanted to give them a shared background story lol. I tried to add all the requested components but his wife just isn't his wife yet so he was planning to marry her but then ofc he changes his mind after the reader rages at him. I love angry confessions lol.

Cheers, hope you enjoy the story 🫶

Word Count: 4.8k | AO3

In the heart of the forest, the sun shone through the canopy of leaves and the birds sang a merry tune. A group of children ran through the underbrush, their laughter echoing through the trees.

"I saw a wolf, Uhtred, I saw it, it had sharp teeth and yellow eyes!" Brida shouted excitedly, brandishing the branch she held in her hand as a pretend sword.

"Brida, Uhtred, don't let them get to me," Thyra shouted from the platform the children had built in the trees. "And protect my little sister!"

"I am a warrior like Father and Young Ragnar. I don't need Uhtred to protect me!" you shouted back at Thyra, who only rolled her eyes at your childish antics. 

"Father and Young Ragnar are much bigger than you, you cannot possibly be like them!" Uhtred laughed.

You crossed your arms and glared at him until he raised his hands placatingly.

"Now then, what shall we do about the wolf?" you grinned. "I say we skin him and gift his pelt to the lady of the hall."

Your hair whipped around your face as you fought your imaginary foes, eyes bright with determination and a fierce sense of bravery. You took careful steps, your feet moving in sync with your makeshift sword, as you circled around the supposed wolves who were coming for your sister. Suddenly you heard the sound of branches snapping and twigs crunching underfoot, signalling the approach of another person to your little corner of the forest. You instinctively raised your branch in front of you, ready to defend yourself and your friends against any potential enemies. 

"Did you see that?" Uhtred's voice wavered and everyone's necks turned in the direction the noise originated from. 

A figure stepped out from behind the trees, making Uhtred and Brida freeze. 

"Uhtred?" Thyra's panicked voice came from her spot in the trees. "What is happening?"

"Stay up there!" he warned, grabbing your hand along with Brida's and pulling back a few steps. 

 "It's Sven, Kjartan's son," Brida breathed.

"Sven?" Thyra's voice shook.

"He won't hurt you," Uhtred reassured.

You pushed Brida and Uhtred forward, "But he'll kill you, so go!" 

"What, we're not leaving you!"

"And I will not leave my sister. Just go, please."

Several other young boys, Sven's friends presumably, tore out of their hiding places, giving chase to Brida and Uhtred as they sprinted away. One of the larger boys made his way toward the tree Thyra was in. You ran after him, hoping to get to him before he reached your sister. You tackled him to the ground but he easily threw you off to the side before going to haul Thyra out of her hiding spot and toward Sven.

"Don't touch her. Don't you dare touch her!" you shouted, and another boy grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head upward.

"Shut your yapping mouth or you'll be next bitch," he murmured into your ear.

Thyra whimpered as Sven cornered her against a tree, sword in hand. 

"Uhtred! Uhtred!" she wailed and it made your heart race. 

You knew Sven was going to do something to her, you could see it in the smirk he sent your way just before he reached forward and ripped the top half of Thyra's dress off her shoulders. A broken sob escaped her mouth and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make herself small. The sight set your nerves on fire. With an animalistic screech, you headbutted the boy who was holding on to you. When you slammed your head against his nose, you heard a satisfying crunch and he howled in pain as blood gushed down his face. You gave another holler before you ran and threw your entire weight onto Sven, forcing him away from your sister and managing to knock him onto the ground.  You watched out of the corner of your eye as Thyra fled the scene, screaming for Uhtred and Brida to come to your aid. One of Sven's friends pulled your small frame off him easily, and dragged you deeper into the forest, pinning you against a tree with his arm across your neck, suffocating you. You twisted in his hold and kicked him between the legs, making him drop you so that you could crawl away. Sven was right there though, and he grabbed your jaw, turning your head so that your eyes met his. He was several years older than you and now you were frightened. 

"Hmm, you're not as pretty as your sister, but I suppose you'll do," he snickered.

You closed your teeth around his arm, biting down until you tasted blood. He swore and when he went to pull you off, you drew back to punch him. And then you were raining blows down frantically upon him before he had a chance to get up. His hand scrambled around for his sword and brought it up in a deadly arc across your face. You flinched at the burning sting and he used it to his advantage in order to throw you off him. He stood there frozen for a moment, just watching your crouching form on the floor, your hand pressed tightly to your cheek as you took in deep shuddering breaths and blood seeped from between your fingers. Perhaps he then remembered who your father was because he turned and ran, his cruel friends following close behind. 

"Are you...are you alright?" came a timid voice after a while, and it made you jump. 

"Who-Who's there?"

You blinked through teary eyes to spot a young boy around your age step forward from behind a nearby tree. He looked at you with concern, his eyes taking in your injury.

"Are you okay?" he asked again softly.

You shook your head, fresh tears streaming down your face. You were terrified, hurt, and you couldn't quite remember the way home so you were also lost. 

The little boy took a step closer, his eyes reassuring, "Don't worry, I'll help you."

You cringed away from him, "Who are you."

"I am Sihtric. I won't hurt you."

"Can you help me find my way back home, I don't remember the way," you whimpered.

Sihtric took your hand and started to lead you out of the forest. You clung to his hand tightly as he led you through the forest. You were still scared, but somehow his presence brought you a sense of comfort and safety. As you emerged from the dense cluster of trees, you could see your home in the distance. Your heart leaped with relief, and you began to quicken your pace, Sihtric keeping pace with you, never once letting go of your hand. As you drew closer, you saw both your parents standing at the door looking out anxiously. When your mother caught sight of you, her eyes lit up and she rushed towards you, scooping you up into her arms. You winced, your left hand still pressed up against your face. She let out a gasp and carefully pried your hand away, and showed the angry red line, that ran from your cheekbone to your chin, to your father. Earl Ragnar swore loudly before taking up his sword and leaving the house in a fury to confront Kjartan and his son, already having been told the story of what happened by the other children. 

"Is-is Thyra okay?" you whispered to your mother, making her smile affectionately.

"Oh my darling girl, look at the state of you, and you're still worried for your older sister. Thyra is perfectly fine, she just had a bit of a fright, now let's get you inside and cleaned up hmm?"

Sihtric lingered outside your door, uncertain of what to do. Your mother noticed him standing there and approached him, still clutching you in her arms.

"Thank you for bringing my daughter home," she said, her voice kind. "You're a very brave young boy."

Sihtric just shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, "It was nothing, I'm just glad she's okay."

As he turned to leave, you grabbed his hand. 

"Wait," you said. "Will I see you again?"

"If you like...?" he gazed up at your mother in hesitation. 

Your mother nodded, her lips turning upward, "You are welcome here anytime."

You grinned shyly, the memory of your adventure already fading into the background, "We can explore the forest together then, just like real warriors."

With a wave goodbye, Sihtric turned and disappeared back into the woods, leaving you with a newfound sense of wonder and the excitement that comes with making a new friend. From that day forward, Sihtric became one of your closest companions, spending endless afternoons exploring the forest and getting into all sorts of adventures. You always looked out for each other, and the bond you forged that day in the woods never wavered. Even though his father had been banished by yours, he continued to find ways to meet with you in the forest, a place where he didn't have to be Sihtric Kjartansson, a bastard child of Kjartan the Cruel. He was just Sihtric, your friend, and perhaps more, judging by the lingering glances you both often exchanged.

This continued up until that fateful day when your entire world was burnt to the ground. You had lost everyone, your parents, your grandfather, and your beloved sister. Your older brother Ragnar the Younger had been away and you felt yourself all alone in the world, that is until Uhtred and Brida took you in. Uhtred felt a strong sense of responsibility for you, being one of the last surviving members of the family that had so lovingly raised him. He had been unable to save Thyra from being taken but he swore to himself that he'd never let harm come to you. 

As the years went by, your childhood wish came true. You had indeed become a fierce warrior, and Uhtred made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and others. You fought in the Battle of Edington against Skorpa and made a reputation for yourself, but the young boy with whom you had spent your childhood days remained a fond memory you found yourself often reminiscing. 

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It was in King Guthred's camp in Cumberland where Sihtric finally found you again. He had been sent there to infiltrate the camp and abduct Uhred but when his band of spies attacked, you were the first one there to save your brother, along with Hild, Halig, and Clapa. He had recognized you immediately, the fierce young woman with sharp piercing eyes reminded him of the little girl in the forest whom his half-brother had maimed. However, when you first saw him, you had only looked at him with disdain. He was just another miscreant to you, sent to harm your brother, and you could not imagine him as your childhood companion. He felt his heart sink at that, at the malice in your eyes, at the fact that you did not seem to remember him at all. 

Once he had sworn his allegiance to Uhtred, he made his way to the great hall, where you sat conversing with Gisela. He wanted to talk to you, to hear you speak. Gisela caught sight of his yearning gaze on you and gave him a knowing look. She excused herself and left you sitting there all alone, giving Sihtric an opportunity to take her spot. He settled himself beside you, taking a moment to map out the planes of your face. He had waited years for this moment, to see you again, but now that it was happening, he was unsure how to proceed.

You looked at him and raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "I hear that you will fight for Uhtred now?"

Sihtric nodded.

"You better not betray him, or I'll stick a knife in your throat while you sleep."

A laugh burst out of him and he looked at you with soft eyes, "You are exactly as I remembered."

"Am I now?"

"Do you not remember me?"

You sighed, "Of course, I remember you. How could I ever forget?"

"Well the way you were looking at me like you wanted to take my head off, certainly didn't feel like you remembered me."

"You know you did try to hurt my brother."

"Right...I'm sorry for that by the way. You have my word, I will never betray him."

You twirled your dagger between deft fingers, "I'll hold you to that."

Sihtric laughed again, "Gods, I've missed you."

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always felt something for him but never dared to act on it.

"You did?" you asked, surprised.

He nodded, "I thought about you all the time, wondering where you were and what you were doing. If you were well. And then I heard the stories, of your brother's victories, and they always spoke of his brave sister who fought beside him."

You felt your heart swell with happiness. For the rest of the day, you and Sihtric continued to converse, your exchanges growing more relaxed as you fell back into the familiar comfort of knowing each other. You both shared stories of what you had been doing since you last saw each other.

Sihtric hesitated for a moment, then gathered up his courage to ask you the question that had been weighing on his mind ever since you had been separated, "Are you perhaps with someone now?"

"Why, are you asking because you're interested?" you gave him a playful smirk.

Sihtric's cheeks flushed red as he stumbled over his words, "I... well... I mean... that is to say..."

"Relax, I'm just messing with you. And gods no, me with someone? What an absurd idea. Although... I might be open to offers."

You winked at him.

His eyes widened in surprise and he cleared his throat nervously, "I, uh, I wasn't... I didn't mean..."

"My brother does enough of that for the both of us. Someone's gotta stay sensible and keep him out of trouble, especially since Brida isn't here to do it anymore."

You chuckled at his discomfort and reached out to touch his arm. 

Relief washed over him, and he smiled shyly, "That's good to hear."

You shoved his shoulder, "Good to hear? I am glad my lack of companions brings you such joy Sihtric."

"That is not what I meant and you know it."

"Oh really, so what did you mean then?"

You bat your eyelashes playfully and he rolls his eyes. 

"You haven't changed one bit."

"Perfection doesn't need to change Sihtric."

"Oh very funny."

What he didn't say out loud was that you were indeed perfect. To him at least. He had spent the past few years of his life missing you and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you again. He kept his admiration to himself as he listened to you speak, feeling a deep yearning in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to tell you how he felt, to take you in his arms and never let go. But he was afraid. Afraid of ruining the friendship he had just rekindled. Afraid of the disappointment he would feel if you rejected him. He wondered if you knew how he felt. Did you have any idea of the effect you had on him? He doubted it. After all, you had been children when you had last seen each other. Maybe you had moved on and found someone else. Maybe you didn't even remember him the way he remembered you.

As the next three years went by, you fell into an easy routine with Sihtric. He was part of Uhtred's inner circle and you were his beloved sister so the two of you were seldom separated. Your teasing banter and friendly competition entertained everyone in the group and soon they were all making bets regarding which one of you would be bold enough to confess to the other. The feelings you two had for one another were obvious to everyone, everyone except you and Sihtric it seemed. Even your brother often sent teasing smiles your way when he paired you with Sihtric for tasks. Perhaps this was why the entire group was flabbergasted when Sihtric asked for Uhtred's blessing to marry. 

Uhtred had mentally prepared himself for Sihtric to eventually ask for your hand. He would ask you for your opinion of course and if you were agreeable, he would have been more than happy to bless the union. 

"Who is it that you wish to marry Sihtric?" he raised an eyebrow.

Finan sniggered behind him, sure that his companion would utter your name. You were all on the road back to Winchester and it had been a dull journey so far so he was curious at this new turn of events. You had to admit, you found your heart racing at his request as well. You held your breath, not daring to hope. 

"Sidgeflaed, Lord," Sihtric replied.

"Sidgeflaed? The whore in Winchester you've been spending a lot of time with lately."

"She says she loves me, Lord."

Finan snorts and Sihtric squared his shoulders defensively.

"I swear, she says she loves me!"

"She would. Sihtric she's a whore," Finan chuckled. "What she loves is your silver."

The entire group burst out into laughter.

Sihtric kept his attention on your brother, "I wish to marry her. She says she loves me and I love her."

Uhtred noticed your rigid form out of the corner of your eye. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping your horse's reigns and your jaw was clenched tightly. He could tell that something was bothering you and he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was.

"I will speak to Gisela when we arrive at Winchester and then perhaps I will let you marry your girl. But in the meantime, you are to give her no more of your silver."

You felt a pang of jealousy and sadness at his words. He had chosen someone else. You thought that perhaps now since you had been reunited, he might've chosen you. You kept your emotions in check long enough to flash Sihtric a strained congratulatory smile, but inside you struggled to hold back tears. And then your sadness turned to anger, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. How could he marry someone else when you had loved him all along? You wanted to scream at him and ask him why, you wanted to beg him not to marry this other girl, you wanted to run away and never see him again, you wanted to see him every day of your life. Instead, you kept a placid smile on your face and once you all reached your destination, you were the first one to bolt home, leaving your brother to deal with your horse. 

Gisela looked up in surprise when you burst through the door and rushed to your room, the door slamming behind you. Once you were in the private confines of your chambers, you let the tears flow freely. A few moments later, there was a soft knock on the door. You quickly wiped your tears and tried to compose yourself as your brother's wife, entered the room. She had been there for you ever since she married Uhtred, almost like a second mother. 

"Oh, my darling, what's wrong?" she asked gently, placing her arm around your shoulder.

You sniffed morosely, "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine."

"It's really nothing. I am just being immature, it's no big deal."

Gisela's lips turned upward as she ran her fingers through your hair, "I have two kids under the age of seven. I think I can handle immature."

You just shook your head and leaned against her, allowing her to pull you into a tight embrace, her comforting scent calming you down. Just then, someone cleared their throat loudly and Gisela looked up to see her husband smiling down at her.

"Am I interrupting something?" Uhtred asked.

She shook her head, "No, your sister is just upset, but she refuses to tell me why. Perhaps you can shed some light on this matter?"

"No, you can't tell her. She's going to think I'm being childish," you whined from the crook of her neck.

Uhtred sighed in fond exasperation, "Sitric has asked for my permission to marry."

Gisela's brow wrinkled in confusion. Shouldn't you have been happy if that was the case? She had watched you become close to him over time and she knew how fond you were of him. 

"To marry someone else," Uhtred clarified.

Her eyes widened in understanding as she rubbed soothing circles on your back, "It's okay love. It's okay to be upset. You are a strong and resilient woman and you can get through this." 

"Shall I refuse him?" your brother asked, making you shake your head frantically.

"No, I am just being selfish. I want him to be happy, and if... if that other girl is the one he loves, then I will try and be happy for them. I don't want to get in his way."

"If you say so."

After Uhtred left you alone with his wife, you wrapped your arms around her once more.

"Thank you, Gisela. You're always so kind to me."

Gisela smiled at you warmly, "Of course, my dear. That's what family is for."

Over the next few days, you made it your priority to avoid Sihtric at all costs, going out of your way so that your paths didn't cross, and when meeting him was inevitable, you made sure that you interacted with him as little as possible. Your tone when addressing him was cold and clipped, only saying what was necessary. It was obvious to everyone that you were trying to distance yourself from him and eventually even Sihtric picked up on your strange behaviour.

He had been trying to find a chance to talk to you alone ever since his first announcement regarding his matrimonial plans. He sensed the strained tension that lingered in the air whenever you were around him, and it filled him with a sense of despair. He was doing this all for you and now you wouldn't even look at him. He thought that by marrying someone else, he would be able to take his mind off you. He didn't want to push you into something you did not want and ruin your friendship by confessing his feelings but now it seemed that he had only made things worse. He had to make things right again somehow. As luck would have it, he spotted you walking down the street alone one day. He called out your name, hurrying to catch up to you. 

When you turned around and saw him coming towards you, you tried to quicken your pace, hoping to avoid him, but he was much too fast. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway, away from prying eyes. You aggressively yanked your arm away from him and glared. 

"What are you doing, Sihtric?" 

"I had to talk to you," he responded, his voice low and urgent. "You've been avoiding me, and I need to know why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," your voice was flat as you fixed your eyes on something over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact. 

"Damnit would you at least look at me when I'm speaking to you."

"No."

"Why are you acting like this? Would you please talk to me."

"Just leave me alone Sihtric. Go spend time with that whore you've been humping. You should get to know your future wife some more," you spat out.

Sihtric flinched at the venom in your words. Your entire body was tensed and you blinked rapidly a few times as if to hold back tears.

"I can't leave you alone," he said, his voice rising. "You're my friend. I care about you. I need to know what's going on."

"I am not your friend, don't you dare call me your friend. You do not care about me at all!"

"How can you say that? What have I done? Would you at least tell me?"

Your face hardened, "If I was really your friend, you would have told me about Sidgeflaed. You never even mentioned her."

"Is that what this is about then? You're upset that I told your brother before I told you? If that's the case then I'm sorry you had to find out like that," he approached slowly, arms reaching toward you.

You shoved him away, "You don't get it, do you? You still don't get it."

"Then explain it to me... please."

"You're marrying her! How could you marry her? If you really cared about me, you wouldn't be breaking my heart like this!" you screamed at him then, and tears streamed down your face. 

"What?"

"How could you marry someone else Sihtric? How could you do that to me when you know how I feel about you? Do you expect me to attend your wedding with a smile on my face? Congratulate you for every child you have with her?"

"What do you mean I know how you feel about me?"

You turned to walk away, and Sihtric couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed your arm again and spun you around to face him, pushing you against the wall, his face inches from yours. 

His voice rose in anger, "You know what, no! You don't get to say something like that and walk away from me. What did you mean when you said I know how you feel?"

"You know very well what I meant. Do not humiliate me any further," you gave him a weak laugh.

Realization dawned on his face as his eyes widened.

"You have feelings for me?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, "What does it matter? It's not like you feel anything for me."

Sihtric scoffed derisively, "That is the furthest thing from the truth."

"Huh?"

"Don't act like you don't see it. Like you never saw the way I've always looked at you."

Your eyes narrowed in anger, "How dare you? You never once told me how you felt. How dare you blame this on me?"

"I'm not blaming-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry okay. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"That doesn't change anything. You're still marrying her."

Your voice broke at the last word and Sihtric's heart clenched at the sight of your melancholy expression.

"I'll try to be happy for you. I swear it. You-you should be able to be with the person you love most and I will make my peace with the fact that it will never be-."

"I don't want to marry her!"

"But-"

"I thought that by marrying someone else, I could forget about you. I was wrong. I can't forget about you."

"Oh don't pretend to care now."

Sihtric tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and ran his fingers down your jaw. 

"I care about you more than anything," he whispered, stepping infinitesimally closer. "I love you."

"You do?"

"Weren't you listening silly girl? It's you I love, it's you I wish to choose."

"I don't appreciate being called silly," you sulked. "And you're really not going to marry her then?"

"No. No, I can't keep lying to myself."

"You really hurt me you know."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Sihtric begged, his voice pleading. "But please, just give me a chance to make it up to you. I love you. I always have, ever since we were children, and even when I couldn't see you, I never stopped thinking about you. I just didn't want to ruin what we had by telling you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had always secretly hoped that he felt the same way, but had convinced yourself that he didn't. Now, standing in front of him, you could feel the tug of your shared history and the depth of his emotions.

"Please, just one chance. Let me show you how much I care about you. I promise to never take you for granted again," Sihtric continued sincerely.

"Okay," you murmured, your voice softening. "Okay, I'll give you a chance but if you hurt-"

"Never. I will never hurt you again."

Sihtric brushed the remaining tears from your eyes tenderly and smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He couldn't resist the pull he felt, because then he was leaning in and pressing his lips gently against yours, unsure if you would reciprocate.

You were caught off guard by the suddenness of the kiss, but as his lips moved against yours, you felt your heart stutter in your chest. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, allowing yourself to be swept away by the rush of affection you felt for him. 

You both stood there for a few long moments, lost in each other, oblivious to the world around you. When he pulled away, Sihtric grinned.

"I suppose I'll have to ask your brother's blessing again," he looked into your eyes hesitantly. "That is if you would do me the honour of allowing me to be yours?"

"Yes. Yes of course."

"Thank you."

He pressed a delicate kiss to your scar and then you were pulling him back towards you by his collar, mouths pressed in a passionate embrace as you both gave in to the undeniable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for years.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he mumbled against your skin like a prayer. 

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Preference - First Kiss

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Osferth; Osferth is a nervous wreck for your first kiss. He doesn't know what to do. Where does he put his hands? How does he know you want to kiss him? He's also terrified it's going to be bad. The last thing Osferth wants is for it to be a bad experience because if it is you're not going to want to do it again.

Sihtric; Sihtric's first kiss with you is a long time coming. It occurs spontaneously; neither one of you see it coming. It's sloppy and messy, but it's perfect for the two of you. Most likely to happen after a battle, as emotions are running high.

Uhtred; Uhtred and your first kiss is after an intense moment. Both of you have been skirting around each other for a while. Both of you are smiling like crazy afterward. Uhtred immediately goes in for another kiss. It's soft, it's tender but still as passionate and meaningful.

Finan; Finan and your first kiss is intense. You are both in denial about your feelings, Sihtric dares you both to kiss each other if there's nothing between you. Except there is. The second your lips touch each other neither one of you can find the ability to stop. Which is a relief to Ulhtred, Sihtric and Osferth. They've all known you've both been harboring feelings, but too stubborn to admit it.

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[angelsworks]

Escape Yandere! Uhtred Ragnarsson x reader

Type: Oneshot

Summary: You try to escape Yandere!Uhtred

Warnings: Yandere theme, face-slapping, violence, death, controlling relationship, toxic ness, etc

You leant against the horse stables. Mouth tightly forming a line, forehead creased with worry. Your stomach in a tangle of knots as you watched the guards at the gate. Guarding the entrance to Cookham. The longer you lived here the more you realised they guarded it as an exit. Trapping you in the town you’d grown to hate.

Finally your eyes saw the guards rotate. You’d watched them long enough to know they got distracted. Long enough at least for you to make your escape.

Swiftly, you climbed your horse. One prepared for you by a stable boy. A boy a little older than you, but still much younger than Uhtred and his friends. You’d build a relationship with him for many months now. Slowly convincing him to help you. You knew the risk. You knew what would happen if word got back to Uhtred.

The stable boy, Thomas, was more than happy to help after listening to you tell him of your woes living trapped in Cookham. Although you knew his desire to help wasn’t completely selfless. He had developed some affection for you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t exploit that to make your escape plan.

Your horse trotted through the gate slowly. Not a guard in sight. Your heart beat like a drum in your chest and filling your ears. As the horse rode on down the path to a new town, you thought of how still the air was. How the night seemed eerily silent.

You’d left Uhtred and his men drinking heavily in the local tavern. You’d made some excuse earlier that night about being under the weather. He sent you to his quarters with a kiss on the cheek. Only that’s not where you went.

The horse started to whine as it approached a bridge. After crossing the bridge you’d reach a fork in the road. From there the stable boy had told you you could get to any town in England. Including your home town.

It felt a world away now. All those months ago where Uhtred had won you over and taken you back to his home. How wrong you had been to fall for his charms. It quickly became clear he was not all he seemed.

It wasn’t just Uhtred though. He was surrounded by people who had no problems with his obsessive behaviour towards you. In fact then endorsed it. Often helping in keeping you in town and with Uhtred.

When your horse reached the middle of the bridge you heard a voice. A familiar voice. It was no surprise who it was.

Finan, a friends of Uhtred’s who was more like family. Many times he’d snitched to Uhtred about you. Stoping any attempts to escape the lord of Cookham.

“Come now Lady, your Lord will surely worry to have you out at this time.” His voice is annoyingly condescending. Like everyone around you he treats you like a child, with little capability.

You shake your head, “Move aside Finan. I want to leave. You, nor Sihtric, nor Oesferth can keep me here with your Lord. So move aside.”

He laughs at you, which boils your blood. “No can do Lady. You will return to Cookham with me or I will inform your Lord. He will be much displeased to hunt you down.”

While your body begins to shake from adrenaline, your voice stays firm. “So be it.”

In a bolt you snap the reigns of your horse and it takes off. It’s an especially fast horse, the fastest in the stable. Picked for this purpose. In combat you don’t stand a chance against Uhtred or any of his men. Speed however, you could gain the advantage.

You pass Finan with little struggle. He makes no move to reach for you or stop you. That should have been your first sign something was wrong.

In the dark you didn’t see the rope tied between two trees. Unable to see in the dark the horse tripped and threw you off. Effectively sending you hurdling towards the ground with great force. That same force winded you and brought tears to your eyes.

“Is it so awful in Cookham lady?” Uhtred asked as you gasped for breath.

“Am I so awful lady?” He taunted coming into view from the treeline.

Still gasping from your winded state on the ground, you could do little to respond. From your eye-line you could see someone help your horse up and lead it away. The long robe suggested it was Oesferth.

Uhtred roughly pulled you to your feet by your arms, dragging you to a kneeling position. You could see now Finan’s face, still smug. Next to him was Sihtric, face cold and stern. But it was the person between them your attention fell to.

Thomas the stable boy.

In the little light and next to two warriors like Finan and Sihtric, he looks especially young and boy like. He looks like a child. Guilt fills your stomach. You knew he would most likely be blamed for your escape. You shouldn’t have involved him, but you were so desperate.

“This boy, he helped you?” Uhtred asks you. You don’t respond, looking down at the dirt floor.

You feel a sting on your cheek before you realised you’ve been slapped. The sound echos through the small clearing.

“Answer me girl, or I’ll do worse than slap you.” He threatens, gripping your jaw and tilting your face so your eyes would meet his own.

“Yes.” You voice weakly.

“Do you know what I do to traitors in my village.” You did know what happened. What he did to anyone who spoke to you, flirted with you, touched you. Nevermind anyone who got close enough to help you.

“Uhtred no, he’s just a boy.” You plead.

“By my count he’s man to try and take my woman. Man enough to conspire against me,” he pauses, “Man enough to face my sword.”

He goes to swing his now unsheathed sword against the boy. Yet your words stop him.

“Please Uhtred, leave the boy. Punish me instead and I’ll never leave you again, I’ll never try.” You beg.

He sighs, “You’ll give me that anyway.” His disappointment is clear. You’ll be his regardless if this boy lives or dies. It’s non-negotiable.

You cry out as he swings his sword, causing Thomas’ head to roll from his shoulders.

[freakynote]

ABOUT ME ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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THINGS I WRITE

female oc x male character

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fanfictions

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FANDOMS / CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

I also write for other fandoms and characters, just send a request <3

death note — l lawliet ,light yagami ,near ,mihael keehl ( mello ) ,teru mikami ,mail jeevas ( matt ) ,misa amane

alice in borderland — shuntarõ chishiya ,ryõhei arisu ,suguru niragi ,daikichi karube ,morizono aguni ,õki yaba ,sunato banda

game of thrones — jon snow ,jaime lannister ,robb stark ,viserys targaryen ,oberyn martell ,tyrion lannister ,podrick payne ,eddard stark ,bronn ,petyr baelish ,ramsay bolton ,daenerys targaryen ,sansa stark

house of the dragon — daemon targaryen ,aegon targaryen ,aemond targaryen ,jacaerys velaryon ,cregan stark ,lucerys velaryon ,benjicot blackwood

vikings — ragnar lothbrok ,bjorn lothbrok ,ivar the boneless ,ubbe ,rollo ,harald finehair ,hvitserk

the last kingdom — uhtred ,sigtryggr ,aethelstan ,edward ,aethelred ,finan ,sihtric

gladiator I & gladiator II — commodus ,maximus ,lucius ,acacius ,emperor geta ,emperor caracalla

cobra kai — miguel diaz ,robby keene ,eli moskowitz ( hawk ) ,anthony larusso ,kenny payne ,kwon jae-sung ,axel kovačević ,sensei wolf

karate kid — daniel larusso ,johnny lawrence ,terry silver

the walking dead — daryl dixon ,rick grimes ,negan smith ,carl grimes

lord of the rings — aragorn ,legolas ,boromir ,faramir

the hobbit — thorin oakenshield ,bard ,thranduil ,legolas ,kili ,bilbo

the boys — homelander ,the deep ,soldier boy ,billy butcher

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true beauty — han seo-jun ,lee su-ho

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English isn’t my first language ,so you might find some spelling or grammatical mistakes. You have been warned

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[witchofthevale]

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+ further curation might mean the use of 'search' instead of 'tagged', i.e. if you're looking for angsty aemond fics, you'll have to search #rainstorms tag + #reading for: aemy.

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[breanime]

Would you ever write for Sihtric?? No pressure or anything!! I got into the show from the sets you've reblogged, buy hardly anyone writes for him😫😫

Oh ho ho hooo, now that someone asked I'm kinda like.... Yeah.... Yeah I should write for Sihtric, see how it goes....

I honesty wanna give a Sihtric oneshot a try one of these days. Just need the time, energy, and inspo to hit all at once! 💗

[thecocchamchronicle]

Title: Down at the River

Summary: Suggested by @scionsofterredange,Sihtric and Y/N clean up together after a rough battle

Words: 1048

Warnings: descriptions of blood and injuries, nudity

Tags: @valhallasubstitute, @ivertha, @scionsofterredange​ @sihtric

A/N: @Sihtric, I tried to tag you but it wouldn’t let me!

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The chaos of battle had finally ceased and by the grace of the gods, you were not among the dead that littered the battle field. You checked yourself for any severe wounds and found none. The only damage you came upon was a cut that ran across your cheek bone.

   ‘Just another scar to add to my collection.’ you thought.

You ran your fingers over the thin, horizontal wound. There you found tacky blood, that had already began to solidify. Pulling your hand away, you casually wiped the blood onto the side of your trousers. 

Being a battle hardened warrior should have caused you to grow accustomed to blood, but for some reason you had never grown fully comfortable with it. For whatever reason you couldn’t get used to the sensation of blood coating your skin. It was supposed to be on the inside of the body after all. Nevertheless, you tolerated the feeling until you could wash.

The next task was locating your love, Sihtric. You surveyed the field and started to panic when your eyes could not find him. Fear settled in and you began searching for Sihtric’s face among the fallen warriors that scattered the blood soaked earth. 

   “Y/N!” a familiar voice called from across the field. 

You knew it instantly, for it was Sihtric’s. You both broke out into a jog towards one another, dodging the bodies of the dead as you went. Sihtric slammed into you, pulling you into his embrace. He pulled your body close to his and cradled your head against his huffing chest. Sihtric’s presence never failed to sooth you. It was perhaps the place you felt safest in this world. 

His eyes glanced over you and quickly found the cut on your face. 

   “We should get that cleaned up.”

Sihtric knew how you felt about being bloodied up during battle.Therefore, he always made a point to make sure you were able to get cleaned up as soon as possible. Sihtric, himself was splattered with the enemy’s blood. He had speckles of blood caked on his neck and on the shaved part of his scalp.

   “Looks as though you could use a wash too.” you smirked. 

After finding the rest of your cohorts safe and sound, you and Sihtric headed for the river near the army’s camp. The river was unusual in that it ran straight through the forest. During your travels you’d found that most rivers flowed through open fields and streams slithered through dense woods. 

At the river’s edge, you quickly found peace. It was an incredibly beautiful forest. The surrounding woods were lush with bright green vegetation. Ancient trees towered over you and Sihtric, creating a leafy canopy that sheltered you from the blaring midday sun.

Sihtric stood near the bank and silently offered you his hand.

You took his outstretched hand and he pulled you into his embrace once again. Sihtric pecked a soft kiss against your forehead before he started to undress. He wiggled his feet from his tall boots and began to undo the cords of the leather armor around his forearms. You assisted him with the extensive task by removing the lacing at his sides that held his chest plates together. What felt like quite some time later, he was finally free from his battle gear, which he placed in a neat pile on the ground. 

Both of you then repeated the process, while removing your armor. Though Sihtric’s hands were roughly calloused, he was still able to untie the delicate pieces of your armor. He took care to not loose any of your belongs as he helped you remove them.

Armor off, you and Sihtric promptly removed your regular clothing and stood naked before each other. Your husband took your hand once again and led you into the river. The water was clear and surprisingly warm. He pulled you along until the water reached your breast bone. Sihtric dunked himself under the slow moving current, running his hands through his dark curls below the surface. You followed suit and mirrored his actions. The water surrounded your body, lifting the dust and dirt of battle drift down river. You stood, emerging from below and wiped the water dripping down your face. 

Sihtric’s lips curled into an loving smile. He always found you most beautiful this way. Not because you were nude, but rather that he was able to experience your natural beauty. It was the way your hair fell around your face, the way the thin rays of sun shown across your skin. 

You suddenly remembered the cut on your cheek and cupped a handful of water, splashing it against the wound. Luckily it was not a deep gash and therefore did not sting much while you rinsed it. Next, you moved your hair to rest on your collar bone.

   “Will you rinse my back for me?” you asked Sihtric. 

   “Of course.” 

Sihtric ran his large hands over the skin of your back, removing any remaining battle debris. His motions were gentle and soothing. Your husband’s touch never failed to calm you. Sihtric’s hands moved up and down your arms, brushing over the many scars that resided there. He repeated this until he was satisfied with a job well done.

Sihtric finished up his own bathing by scrubbing his face and underarms as you waded back to shore. You let the heat of the day and the slight breeze dry your body before redressing. Clean and clothed, you and Sihtric sat together enjoying the serenity of the woods. He sat up against a thick tree trunk as you laid your head on his chest. Sihtric leaned over to his side, reaching toward a nearby bush. He plucked a small white flower from its branch, tucking the flower behind your ear. 

   “You know, you are a impressive warrior, though I know battle is something you do not care for. I wish to someday give you a life where you do not need to see and feel such things."

You smiled at his optimism. “I’d like that.”

   “We could have a house and a few farm animals of our own. We could live a quiet, enjoyable life.”

   You glanced up at him. “Perhaps someday, but I can enjoy anywhere when you are by my side.”

[icarusignite]

Just finished The Last Kingdom, and I am absolutely blown away. Feeling abit inspired so would y'all be interested in some tlk fanfics. Probably mostly for sihtric since that's my new hyperfixation, lol, but I can do others too. Maybe like a series of short stories idk, thoughts and opinions are welcome :)

[magravenwrites]

Sihtric Masterlist:

Oneshots:

The Ugly Duckling (Sihtric x Fem!OC)

Part 1 | Part 2

My Lady? (Sihtric x Fem!Reader) [Coming Soon]

[artemiseamoon]

The Last Kingdom (new)

It’s official. It will be a slow start as I navigate the characters and find my writing voice. Any works will be added to this masterpost.

The characters I’m most likely writing: ��

Erik, Ragnar the Younger, Sihtric, Finan

Characters I’m not writing: 🚫

If they are not mentioned above. I may add people later but that’s it for now.

Uthred - 😤I can’t fucking stand him. He’s a brat, full of himself & I feel like he exists just to hook up with as many woman as possible. I’m so tired of seeing him get laid and drooled over - like I’m over it. 😒 anyway, rant over.

TLK

Drabbles & oneshots

Sihtric

Haunted house

Also a character in…

Riders on the Storm - on hiatus

Finan

 A cup of ale 

Vikings & TLK

Riders of the Storm - on hiatus

more to come! 

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[lazypeachsoul]

Hello beautiful people!

This is an announcement that I finished writing the requests I had and that they will start rolling out soon. Bare in mind that I work so it might take me sometime to upload them.

And also:

I write for Marvel, Vikings and The Last Kingdom. Both oneshots and headcanons. If I'm really inspired I might turn your request into a multi-part.

I'm especially inspired to write for Loki, Sam, Bucky and the women (Marvel); Ivar, Alfred and Hvitserk (Vikings); and Sihtric and Finan (TLK).

This doesn't mean you can only request for those characters, it means that if you have a request for those characters I will fangirl with you about the request.

Have a lovely day,

Lalla 🌼

[angelsworks]

Can you do imagine x Uhtred x a Time travel reader like she’s from 21st century and is struck by lightning which send her into the past and she meet Uhtred who becomes obsessive with her and they are like bound by fate ?

Time traveller Yandere!Uhtred x Time Traveller!Reader

Type: Oneshot but parts are a little headcannonly

Summary: Uhtred is convinced the girl that fell from the sky was meant for him.

Warnings: Yandere themes, etc

You’d been ‘adventuring’ in the countryside. Well adventuring in the sense that you were lost. Wandering aimlessly, picnic basket in hand over the many hills the English countryside had to offer.

It started with rain, grey clouds rolling in from nowhere, filling the sky and creating darkness. Then the wind, as strange as it may started to circle where you stood.

Then you heard it, a loud crack of thunder and suddenly blinding light engulfed you. You felt it warm your body and send tingles shooting throughout your skin. Almost electrifying you.

Your vision was completely stolen for you. Replaced with a blinding white.

It felt like you’d been spinning and falling for hours when you finally stopped. The ground hit you and you felt winded. Your vision returned slowly, gradually becoming clear and free of the many black spots that littered it.

When you could see clearly you saw a man, more like several men. Looking down on you questioningly.

You raised your eyebrows and jumped up. The sudden action caused one to pull out his sword.

“What the fuck?!”

Regardless of how friendly the men tried to be their Initial metallic greeting did little to settle your nerves.

You ran off spouting something about them being crazy and that you’d phone the police.

Of course they’re confused. They’ve just seen a girl fall from the sky with a strike of lightening. Sihtric and Finan are convinced you’re some kind of witch. Oesferth is more inclined to believe you are an Angel. Some message sent from god.

Uhtred on the other hand feel more swayed to agree with the monk. You are clearly special and unlike anyone he’s ever met.

It takes almost an hour for them to get coherent words from you. Making you sit down and tell them just what you think had happened.

Afterwards they aren’t sure what to think. For one they think you’re crazy at first. But the more you explain, the more they try to understand.

Uhtred’s first instinct is to go to Brida.

During the ride you try to make peace with your circumstances. Thinking of ways to get back home. Unaware of a certain Danes growing interest.

When you reach Brida she had a different narrative entirely. She believes you are a gift from the gods. A gift for Uhtred. She sees “strings of destiny” tying the two of you together.

From then on it’s fruitless trying to get anyone to believe you or even consider helping you get back to your own time.

They all believe Brida and therefore want Uhtred to be able to follow his destiny. He hasn’t had the best of luck with destiny.

Spending time trying to understand you is one of his favourite things. It makes him laugh when you tell him of all your favourite shows, modern living and historical events.

“So this Robin Hood, is a fox?” He asks confused.

“No,” you laugh. “Disney just chose to portray him that way. He was a real man who lived in sherwood Forrest.”

He hums, “And he’s famous for stealing.”

Your knowledge of the future does little to warn them of dangers. However you are able to provide more modern medical in-sites. Simple things really like knowledge about germs and diseases.

These ideas help Uhtred and his friends in many ways.

“Typhus?” Finan asks you.

“Yes. I read it was common in this time. With the lack of medical treatment available it could be fatal.”

“Well how can we prevent such a thing?” Sihtric asks you, mildly interested.

“Well you can start by changing clothes at least once a week and bathing frequently.”

They all warm up to you eventually. You become an important part in their group. So when you bring up trying to go back to you’re own time, they’re all quick to shoot you down.

“We can’t risk you getting hurt.”

“You could die.”

“Like you say, we have no way to help you if you get injured.”

“You belong here, with us.”

You’ll have to come to terms with the fact you’ll never go back to your own time every again. Uhtred believes you belong to him. Sihtric, Finan and Oesferth believe your in-site is important to their survival.

You can’t leave them. Not now you’ve found them.

[solinarimoon]

helloooo <3

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Hello 👋🏼 thanks for asking Lau!

I most certainly do have some. The struggle is which to do after I finish up Fields of Wildflowers.

I am assuming you’re interested in multi chapter pieces.

After the response I got from my Osferth’s twin oneshot, A Place in the World, I am trying to plan out a story around that OC. Not sure if or who will be a love interest in it.

Then I am excited about a Sihtric x OC that is an enemies to lovers trope with the OC being a long thought dead relative of a character. It involves her being a spy similarly to Sihtric and having a nickname after one of Odin’s ravens, Muninn.

And then a very looooooooose idea of a fantasy world AU but no real plot lines or characters flushed out yet. But it will definitely have animal familiars/companions.

[osferth]

righting wrongs

summary: Set after season 4. Alfred the Great is sent back one last time in the dead of night to visit four very important people.

a/n: so this started originally as a dumb idea but somehow spiralled into a 4000-word oneshot, i hope u all enjoy <3

tagging: @minimartian @sihtric @othermoony @geekandbooknerd @lauwrite1225 @maggiescarborough @beowulfsdottir

"My England… my love."

The kingdom of Wessex had lost King Alfred in 899, the Great as he became known, the root of much of their stability and without whom the world had turned upside down. He had been an influence in many lives, whether as an attentive or absent father, a stern but loving husband, a great leader of men, or as the bane of a certain baptised heathen's life. 

At that moment, the whole of Wessex came to a halt. For others, it was a new beginning. A new king, a new way of life. For Alfred, it was the end of a long, accomplished reign. Many held him in respect, whether grudgingly or lovingly, attending his funeral, his burial.

During his lifetime, and indeed on his deathbed, Alfred had thought about the afterlife. As a pious Christian, he believed in a heaven and a hell, and prayed hard to not see himself in the depths of the flames that would plague his dreams. 

As he lay dying, he hoped he had repented enough for the sinful ways of his youth, hoped to find the gates of heaven opened to him. He left the earth with no fear left in his heart. Whatever God had planned for him, he would take it. 

But he would never have expected this.

"Where am I?" 

"You have certain things that must be done."

"Yes, I dreamt of a united England, and I wanted to see to it that-"

"Not England. Not what you are thinking of. Your descendants will see it done. Uhtred will see it in his lifetime."

"Oh. Then what?" 

"You will know." 

"What do you mean? Who are you? What-?" 

Alfred awoke with a start, on what appeared to be the floor of the palace he had lived in for so long. Something felt wrong as he slowly stood up, brushing down his robe, before he remembered the conversation he had had. His head felt like it was spinning as he tried to take everything in at once. 

Am I dead or alive? 

It was not often that Alfred felt completely helpless and confused, but this was not an ordinary situation.

He looked down at himself, and saw that the robe he was wearing was a plain white, presumably what he had been buried in… so he had to be dead. Except he felt very much alive, more so than he had felt in the final stages of his life. His hand was not placed over his stomach, aching with pain, he had no difficulty standing up and walking at all. This newfound freedom, as he liked to think of it, brought a rare smile to his face. 

Alfred looked out of a nearby window and saw it was around nightfall, or at the very least early morning. The only people on his mind were his beloved wife Aelswith and his son Edward… who was now king, he reminded himself. He felt an uncontrollable urge to visit them one last time, and his legs started to walk in the direction of his old room without him really thinking. He only stopped when he recognised the two soldiers stood guard outside the door… who were looking directly at him. 

However, they did not seem to be able to see Alfred, and he tentatively walked towards the door, pausing when he grasped the handle. He slowly turned it, pushing the door until there was a gap large enough to slip through, and quietly shut it behind him. The sound of faint snoring peaked his attention, and he turned around to see Edward lying fast asleep in his bed.

Edward's hair was slightly longer than Alfred remembered it to be, but, he thought fondly, it suited him and his new position as king. Alfred was lost in thought for a while, only jolted back to his senses when he saw Edward shift, and suddenly sit up. 

"Who are you?" he said brusquely, rubbing his eyes to see better.

"You do not recognise your father, Edward?" Alfred asked quietly. 

Edward's eyes widened. "Father?" he asked nervously. "Is that really you? Or am I dreaming still?" 

Alfred gave an almost imperceptible smile. "No," he said, walking over to sit at the chair beside Edward's bed. "In truth, I do not know why I am still here. I have been told I have certain things to do, things left unfinished."

"But England-" 

"Not England," Alfred said. "That is not for me to attempt to finish now, but for my descendants, but something else. Perhaps a last goodbye, I do not know."

Edward sat in silence for a few moments, a tear leaking from the corner of his eye. "I am King now, Father," he said after a while. "I hope I will be as great a leader as you were."

"I have raised you to be one, Edward," Alfred told him, a faint note of pride in his voice. "I have every faith in you. The Witan shall also put their trust in you. And your mother… I know she is proud of you. But you must also remember that I will always be there in spirit with you."

While Alfred had never shown many outward signs of affection to his children, he could not stop himself from reaching out to hug Edward, who clung to him as fiercely as he had as a child.

When Edward finally pulled away, his face was red and streaked with tears. "I will keep your dream of England alive, Father," he promised. 

"That is all I ask," Alfred said. "How is your wife, Lady Aelflaed?" 

"She is healthy," Edward said, managing a smile. "And she is with child. We think it will be a boy."

"Then I pray he is delivered safely when the time comes," Alfred said. "But what of your first wife, Ecgwynn? And your son, Aethelstan?" 

Edward shifted uncomfortably. "As far as I know, she took holy orders and resides in a nunnery. She can see our daughter but Aethelstan… he is confined to a monastery. She has not seen him since he was taken from her. He remains safe, Father, it is for his own protection." 

However in Edward's eyes, Alfred could see clearly the longing to see his son, to raise him as his own, because he too had suffered that way when Osferth was born. 

"I will tell you this only because it is what I wish I had done while I still had the chance," Alfred sighed. "Go and visit him if you can, be it in disguise if you must, but do not ignore the boy. He is still young, and every boy deserves a father who loves them. Let him know that he is loved, albeit from the sidelines. But do not forget about him. It is different for you, however. Technically the marriage was valid. Aethelstan is legitimate, and when you choose, in time, who to make your heir, do not leave him out of your consideration."

Edward was conflicted, and Alfred understood this, but it was imperative that he heard it all, because Aethelstan could be the future of England as he imagined it to be. 

"I will try, Father," he said finally, "I swear." 

At that, Alfred stood up, albeit reluctantly. He wanted more than anything to stay, but he couldn't remain hidden forever. To take the crown back from Edward was not what he wanted. He was not here to stay, even though the prospect of leaving broke his heart. 

"You may choose to ignore what I have told you and you are well within your rights to do so," he said, "but I hope you do not forget any of it. I must go and find your mother now, for my time is running short. Rule wisely, Edward of Wessex." 

"Goodbye, Lord King," Edward said quietly, as Alfred made his way to the door. "Goodbye, father." 

Alfred looked one long, last time at his son, before he turned and slipped through the door, leaving a shaken Edward wondering whether he was still dreaming or not. 

Alfred could not stop replaying the meeting with Edward in his head all the way to his wife's room. Once again, he slipped through the doors and sat beside the sleeping form of Aelswith. 

Her hair had more streaks of grey than it had had when he had left her, but asleep she looked far more peaceful than she must have felt in those last few months. 

She did not immediately awaken at the feeling of a presence by her bedside, but the sound of someone shifting in the chair caused her eyes to flutter open. She looked to her right and saw, in utter shock, her late husband seated in her chair. His complexion was no longer waxy and pale, but he looked as alert and healthy as he had before his deterioration. 

"Lord King?" she whispered. "Is it really you? Or am I simply seeing what I wish to be true?" 

"It is true, Aelswith," Alfred replied, reaching out to take her hand. It was warm against his cold skin. "Though I am no longer king, of course. Now I am only Alfred." 

"No," Aelswith said softly, "you will always be a king in my heart and in the chronicles. But if you are alive-?" 

"I have been sent back here," Alfred told her, "though what exactly for I do not know. I have already seen Edward, and as I told him, perhaps as a last goodbye. Although you were with me during my final moments, for which I will always appreciate you." 

"Forgive me," Aelswith said, as tears began to roll down her face, "forgive me for doubting you about Uhtred. I should not have berated you, I should have-" 

"It does not matter now," Alfred said quietly. "I am here, my love. One more time." He kissed her forehead gently, warm against his cold lips.

Aelswith sat up, her back resting against the elaborate headboard. "What did you speak to Edward about?" she asked. 

"I advised him," he replied simply. "On what to do about Aethelstan." 

"His first child," she sighed. "I see." 

"There is time for that still," he said. "He is only a small boy, he does not yet know of his true birth. When the time comes, however, you must speak to him, aid him, however you can. He will be important. I do not yet know how, but I have a strong feeling he will be." 

"I will do everything I can," Aelswith whispered. 

Alfred was surprised to see that her attitude had changed since last time, that she had not argued against it at all, but perhaps she had seen a new light since he had left her. 

"Thank you," he said, smiling a little. "You are being treated well?" 

"Yes," Aelswith said faintly. "Though Edward would do well to rely less on Lord Aethelhelm and to listen to his mother more often. Perhaps he will grow wiser in the future." 

"Lord Aethelhelm advises him now?" Alfred said, frowning.

"Primarily," Aelswith said, and sighed. "In truth… it was me who sent Beocca away after your… passing. It was wrong of me, I know now, and I regret it more than anything. You know of his…?"

"I do," he said, "sadly, I do. But he is reunited with Thyra now, and they are very happy together. They have found peace at last. "

Aelswith smiled sadly. "Yes. And for that, I am glad."

"Uhtred must not have taken his death very well," Alfred commented, remembering how close the warrior had held Beocca to his heart. "I know of his desire to retake Bebbanburg. It must only be fuelled even more now that he has Beocca to avenge." 

Aelswith hummed in response. She did not hate Uhtred as much as she once had, but still she did not necessarily like him. "Will you see him?" she asked. 

"I could not go back without seeing him once," Alfred sighed. "It must be tonight."

"There is not long left before dawn," Aelswith said. "You should find him now. I am… grateful that you have come to see me tonight. My heart can finally be at peace." 

"I had to, Aelswith," he said, and she smiled at the sound of her name. He lifted her hand and kissed it again. "I must go now."

"I shall see you again one day, my Lord," she murmured, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes again. "Until then, I shall keep you in my prayers." 

Alfred stood up. "And you in mine," he said, a hint of a smile on his face. It took everything within him to turn away and walk out of the door. 

Uhtred was now the person in mind, as Alfred thought about where he would be. It was a time of peace, as he had discovered, so most likely he was residing in Coccham with the rest of his men… including Osferth. 

But how to get there? 

Alfred closed his eyes, picturing Coccham as best as he could remember it, and only opened them when he heard a distant yet loud peal of laughter. 

He was no longer standing in the hallways of the palace, but was in a smaller room than the ones he had visited Aelswith and Edward in. The laughter seemed familiar, and Alfred realised with a start that he had somehow managed to travel to Coccham in the blink of an eye. 

Before he could even begin to wonder how this had happened, the door to the room opened, the noise becoming louder as it spilled inside. Standing there was Uhtred, the smile on his face slipping off as he saw Alfred.

"Alfred?" he said quietly, shutting the door behind him. The room grew silent. "Am I drunk or is that you?" 

"Perhaps both, I would say," Alfred said dryly, sitting down in the chair near the window. He motioned for Uhtred to join him, and Uhtred sat on the edge of the bed opposite him.

"You're supposed to be-" 

"Dead, I know," Alfred said. "I will not be here for long before I go back. I have already spoken to Edward and my wife Aelswith at the palace."

"You have?" Uhtred asked, unsure of what he was seeing. 

Was it a hallucination, like when he had seen Leofric while suffering with a fever? Or could it truly be the former King of Wessex, returned to bother him one more time? 

"It seems you have not tired of tormenting me, even in death," he added wryly. 

Alfred chuckled. Though he would never admit it, he was glad Uhtred had not reacted the same way his wife and son had. His heart had felt heavy when he had left them, and for a reason he could not quite understand, he knew he would not be able to bear it if Uhtred too wept in front of him.

"I am sorry about Beocca," he said quietly. 

"You don't need to be," Uhtred said, exhaling heavily. "I know he is with Thyra now. They are at peace, are they not?" 

"They are," Alfred confirmed, smiling slightly. A silence fell between them, before he spoke up again. "How have you been, Uhtred?" 

Uhtred fixed his piercing gaze on the ex-king. 

"As well as I can be, Lord," he replied tightly. 

"And your men?" Alfred pressed, his searching look conveying more than could be spoken at that moment. 

"They are also well," Uhtred said, frowning slightly. Some of his awkwardness faded, to be replaced with curiosity.

"This must be one of your men's rooms," Alfred said, looking around and noticing a cross on the table, something he knew Uhtred would never have owned. 

"Yes," said Uhtred, his frown deepening. "It is Osferth's."

At the mention of his son's name, Alfred looked down at his tightly-clasped hands as a wave of regret washed over him. 

Alfred heaved a sigh. "I have never… properly reconciled with Osferth. Never acknowledged him."

"Never even spoken to him, I believe," Uhtred said, and though he had not meant it to guilt Alfred, it certainly felt that way. 

"It was not that I did not want to," Alfred sighed. "But for his safety. Surely you know this?"

"Everyone knows, Lord," Uhtred said. "Perhaps you should speak to him, before Finan convinces him to get drunk." 

"I would like that more than anything," Alfred agreed, "though I feel… worried. What if he does not wish to speak to me? It is a cowardly thing to think, I know, but-" 

"None of us were blind, Lord," Uhtred said levelly. "He wanted you to acknowledge him more than anything." 

"Is there a way you can bring him here?" Alfred asked, the clear desperation in his eyes and his voice betraying his serene exterior. Uhtred nodded. 

"Shouldn't be too hard," he said, smirking a little. "I'll order him to bed, before Finan pours too much ale down his throat and it all comes back up again."

Alfred smiled at that. Osferth had grown from the newborn baby he had held that day in the room above the alehouse all those years ago, and he wished again that he had been there to see him grow up. "Thank you again, Uhtred," he said quietly.

"It is nothing, Lord," Uhtred said, standing up, "nothing but something I should have done a few hours ago. You should pray he is still able to stand." 

Alfred, too, stood up. After a lengthy pause, Uhtred spoke up. 

"This will be the last time I see you, won't it?" he asked. Alfred nodded. 

"It was a pleasure knowing you, Uhtred," he said, extending his hand to the warrior. 

"I thought your God told you not to tell lies?" Uhtred retorted, and both of them openly laughed as he clasped Alfred's hand tightly. 

Both were reluctant to let go, before Uhtred finally withdrew his hand and made for the door. "Farewell, Lord," he smiled, before he walked through the door, leaving Alfred alone with a sad smile on his own face. 

Waiting felt like agony. For Alfred, the time was passing slower than usual before the blessed door finally opened once more. Alfred looked up and saw his son staring back at him, a mixture of shock and sadness on his face. 

"Am I drunk already?" Osferth asked shakily, backing away towards the door. 

"Uhtred asked me the same thing," Alfred said. "It is me, Osferth. Truly." 

At the sound of his voice, Osferth visibly flinched a little. He had not heard it for some time now, and never had it been addressed to him either. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice a great deal quieter than usual.

"To right a great wrong that was done to you," Alfred replied, stepping forward. Osferth's back was pressed against the door, and Alfred sighed. "You do not have to be afraid," he told his son. "Come and sit down. I wish to speak with you." 

Osferth looked as conflicted as he felt, though he did as he was asked, sitting in the same spot Uhtred had occupied minutes earlier. "What do you have to say to me… Lord?" 

"To grow up without a father in your life is a terrible thing," Alfred said softly. "I did not wish to deprive you of that love, but I had to."

"I know," Osferth muttered sullenly. "It was either that or being killed as a baby. I've been told that before." 

"If it was up to me I would have accepted you as my own at once," Alfred continued, his eyes pleading with Osferth to listen, to believe him. "But I couldn't."

"I didn't want you to acknowledge me publicly," Osferth said, trying to hide the bitterness in his voice. "All I wanted was for you to speak to me just once, in private. Couldn't you have managed that at least?" 

His voice was trembling as he fought to keep himself steady, and Alfred felt his heart break at the sight. Though Osferth was angry, he was also hurting, and he roughly brushed away the tears pooling in his eyes before he continued. 

"All the years I spent in that monastery being told I was doomed to hell because my father had sinned, all that time I spent being shunned by everyone because of who my father was, and all for what? To watch you fawn over your two legitimate children while you completely ignored me? You've never spoken a word to me in my life!" 

Osferth had not meant to shout. He pressed his lips tightly together as he realised what he had done, but a part of him felt glad that he had finally gotten to say what was on his mind. He looked down at his hands, refusing to let Alfred see his tears. 

Alfred felt more guilty than he had ever felt before. He had known during his lifetime that Osferth must have been unhappy with essentially being ignored by his own father for his whole life, but to hear his pain broke Alfred's heart. 

"I'm sorry, Osferth."

Osferth wiped his face and looked up at him. "Are you?" he asked quietly, and that was when the tears finally fell from Alfred's eyes. 

"I am," he whispered, reaching forward to take his son's hand. "I swear it." 

He was relieved when Osferth did not pull away, but instead held on to his hand tightly. "Then I forgive you, Lord." 

"I am no longer king," Alfred reminded him with a little smile. "You may call me father if you wish." 

The way Osferth's face lit up warmed Alfred's heart. This was all the two of them had wanted for so long - to be reunited as father and son in peace.

"Thank you for coming back to see me, father," Osferth said, hesitantly testing out the word. He had never had the chance to call anyone 'father' before, and he couldn't keep the broad smile from his face as he said it. 

"I was sent back for a reason," Alfred said warmly, "and I think this was it. To reconcile with you. I have wanted nothing more than to speak with you for so long, but I couldn't… and then when I could, I was too cowardly. I will never forget the day you were born, ever. You were my first child, and holding you that day… I thought you were the most beautiful child I had ever seen. You were named after my mother, your grandmother, you know. It broke me when I had to leave you and return to the palace like nothing had happened."

Osferth was close to tears again, but the smile did not leave his face. Completely overwhelmed, he couldn't find the right words to say. When Alfred released his hand and stood up, he did the same, before he hugged his father tightly, conveying his feelings in a way words could not.

"I am proud of you," Alfred said finally. "I have watched you fight and become closer to Uhtred and his men. You have found yourself quite the family, haven't you?" 

Osferth smiled. It was all he had ever wanted to hear. "Yes. I'll always be grateful to Lord Uhtred. Even if it was originally to spite you."

The two of them chuckled. Dawn was breaking, the first rays of sunlight streaming through the windows, and Alfred looked at his son. 

"I must go back now," he said reluctantly, "before I am seen." 

"Wait," Osferth said quickly. "Do you… do you know how my mother is? And my uncle Leofric?" 

"They are at peace," Alfred said. "They are happy, and they are proud of you too." 

Osferth smiled at that. "I'm glad."

"You must rest now, Osferth," Alfred said, squeezing his shoulder. "I shall pray for you when I go back."

"I will do the same," Osferth said, willing himself not to cry. "Goodbye, father." 

"Goodbye, Osferth." 

If Alfred had found it hard to leave before, it felt almost impossible now. It was the ray of light that fell across the door that finally incited him to walk through it, after taking one more look at his son.��

As soon as he shut the door behind him, his heart feeling lighter, he felt the world fade to darkness once again. 

"That was what needed to be done, was it not?" 

"It was. Do you feel at peace?"

"Yes. I will see them all again one day, won't I?"

"One day."

[breanime]

Breanime’s Masterlist

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New and (hopefully?) improved masterlist of all of my series, oneshots, and drabbles. I’m going to try to keep this updated, so... wish me luck!     * =sexual situations (read with caution, chapters are marked for series)

Billy Russo Oneshots (The Punisher)

Billy Russo Series Masterlist (The Punisher)

Logan Delos Masterlist (Westworld)

Jax Teller Masterlist (Sons of Anarchy)

Sirius Black Masterlist (Harry Potter)

Caspian X (Chronicles of Narnia)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) 

Sam Adams Masterlist (Sons of Liberty)

Luther Hargreeves x Reader (The Umbrella Academy)

Nick Amaro Masterlist (Law and Order: SVU)

Miguel Galindo Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Coco Cruz Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Angel Reyes Masterlist (Mayans MC)

EZ Reyes Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Rio Masterlist (Good Girls)

Johnny Tuturro Masterlist (Graceland)

Chris Zapata Masterlist (Undrafted)

Manny Masterlist (Mayans MC)

Tommy Shelby Masterlist (Peaky Blinders)

Evan Buckley Masterlist (911)

Robb Stark Masterlist (Game of Thrones)

Jon Snow Masterlist (Game of Thrones)

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist (House of the Dragons)

Bre's Random Thots: HOTD and TLK Edition (Aemond Targaryen, Sihtric Kjartansson, Finan the Agile)

Bre’s Boys Preferences Masterlist (Billy Russo, Logan Delos, Jax Teller, Coco Cruz, Rio, etc.)

Crime Family AU Masterlist

Prompt Drabbles (Coco Cruz, Nick Amaro, Miguel Galindo, Billy Russo, Logan Delos)

200 Prompts Drabbles (Billy Russo, Coco Cruz, Caspian X, Nick Amaro, Logan Delos, Miguel Galindo)

BreAnime’s 800 Followers Event Blurbs Link (Billy Russo, Logan Delos, James Potter, Caspian)

Breanime’s Drabble Event (Logan Delos, Billy Russo, Sirius Black, Caspian X, Nick Amaro, Miguel Galindo, Coco Cruz, Jax Teller)

Breanime’s Drabble Event Part Two (Billy Russo, Caspian X, Logan Delos, Sirius Black, Sam Adams, Jax Teller, Angel Reyes, Coco Cruz, Nick Amaro)

Breanime’s 2000 Followers Event (Billy Russo, Sirius Black, Logan Delos, Caspian X, Coco Cruz, Angel Reyes, Jax Teller, Rio)

Bre’s Prompts Drabbles Event (Billy Russo, Jax Teller, Coco Cruz, Angel Reyes, Rio, Johnny Tuturro, Chris Zapata)

Bre’s Prompts List Drabbles Event (Billy Russo, Jax Teller, Coco Cruz, Angel Reyes, Rio, Johnny Tuturro, etc.)

Gif Drabbles (Jax Teller, Angel Reyes, Rio, Tommy Shelby, Pietro Maximoff, etc.)

Gif Drabbles (again) (Daenerys Targaryen, Rio, Frenchie, Buck, etc.)

***For character specific drabbles, search that character’s name on my blog (ex: Billy Russo x Reader, Miguel Galindo x Reader, etc.)