#uhtred headcanons

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝'𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: violence

a/n: nsfw included (ha duh)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Trusting other's wasn't easy for Uhtred. Well, until a person saves his life.

・It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. The decision was easy to make. With four men against thirty, it was more than an unequal fight.

・Standing out of sight, you grabbed one of your silver-tipped arrows and aimed.

・The leader of the large group of men faltered in his step. His gaze trying to locate the source of the arrow, which had landed exactly where he was about to step.

"Hiding is cowardice," the man bellowed. His thick furs unable to hide his fear.

With a raised eyebrow you huffed, not taking the obvious bait.

・You saw one of the men raise a dagger and as he was about to throw it, you released another arrow. Straight into his shoulder.

・Then the fighting started. It only took ten minutes for it to stop.

・You didn't just have great aim with an arrow, you were deadly with daggers as well.

・Now years later, you're found by Uhtred's side. Where he goes, you go. There isn't an issue with him bringing you along on his travels - he knows you can look after yourself.

・A favourite of Finan's, Osferth's & Sihtric's. As you were the only person Uhtred would listen to. Truly listen to.

・And allow himself to be told off by.

・So the three men think you are some sort of powerful being.

・Osferth actually had a bit of a crush on you for a while. Whenever you spoke to him, he would blush.

・Finan and Sihtric teased him relentlessly, and Uhtred overheard them one evening. But he was not jealous. Not in the slightest.

・Osferth nearly died on the spot when he heard Uhtred speaking though.

"I think anyone could fall in love with them. They make it so easy."

・However, it did take a while for Uhtred to tell you about his past. A long, long while. It came in little packages. As if he couldn't say too much at once.

・Showing emotion wasn't one of his great strengths

・But gods forbid if anything happened to you

・There was a time that you had been kidnapped and he nearly tore himself apart trying to find you. All logical thinking had disappeared.

・He knew he couldn't live without you, but knowing that it was a possibility, hit him like a physical blow.

・You are his heart, the person that he always wants to be around. There is no him, without you.

・For years he did not know what his destiny was.

・But now he knows.

・It's you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Overly arrogant, flirty (Uhtred) x Absolutely unfazed (You)

"Give me attention." (Uhtred) x "If the world knew you were like this, they'd be shocked." (You)

"Wtf did you do now?" (You) x "It was an accident!" (Uhtred)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Save His Life & He Could Not Get You Out Of His Head

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lívstræðrir by John Lunn, Eivør

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.

・Uhtred is a giving and passionate lover. As soon as you get time to yourselves, his hands are holding you tight against him. Lips attached to yours in a firm and feverish kiss.

・Behind closed doors is where you see Uhtred's full abilities.

・It's not as if he cannot please you while travelling, it's that he cannot reach the limits that he can when he's able to be fully naked and without interruption.

・At home, with the warm glow of the fire in your joint chamber, he shows you how much he loves you.

・Your naked form underneath his, chest to chest, heart's beating in the same rhythm.

・If you've been apart for a long time, then Uhtred cannot keep his hands off of you, nor can he endure your clothing. Sex is rougher, slightly quicker, but that doesn't mean once is enough.

・No, once is never enough for Uhtred.

・There never goes a night without him at least making you cum. Thrice.

[tovalhallaandback]

Does anyone else headcanon star signs for our beloveds?!?

A few of mine:

Stiorra: Scorpio Sun. Perhaps Leo Rising. But also maybe some Sagittarius placements?

Sigtryggr: Libra but also Sagittarius Sun. Maybe some Cancer Placements. An Aries Rising.

Finan: Capricorn Sun

Uhtred: Aries or a Leo Sun

Gisela: Virgo Sun

Hild: Taurus Sun

[lexyleblancc]

Prank wars -TLK headcanons

Summary: The men of coccham are growing restless in their downtime, so Finan comes up with the most brilliant idea; prank the baby monk. 

If you have any other suggestions for headcanons regarding the TLK men or the TLK men x reader then let me know!

- Finan and Sihtric are pretty ruthless when it comes to pranking Osferth 

- poor baby monk never sees them coming 

- coccham is quiet and the men can find themselves bored quickly most days 

- pranks vary from different extremes 

- banging pots and pans beside Osferth’s head while he’s sleeping, stealing his shoes or clothes when the warrior-monk is bathing, “forgetting” to tell Osferth that they are needed early for meeting with Uhtred 

- the pranks are almost always Finan’s idea, the man can’t sit still for longer than 2 minutes without getting antsy 

- sihtric is along for the ride, the pranks make him laugh and he’d rather be helping than be on the receiving end of finans boredom 

- osferth is typically a good sport about it, laughing with his friends after the initial shock of things. 

- however after one prank in particular leaves osferth a blushing mess attempting to hide himself behind some bushes after the two steal all of his clothes, several woman passing by while laughing, osferth goes to uhtred 

- the baby monk tattles on his friends 

- osferth comes clean about all the pranks his friends have pulled on him 

- it’s uhtred’s idea, much to gisela’s disappointment, that osferth and himself team up 

- thus the start of the coccham prank wars that will go down in history 

- the now dynamic duo go out of their way to prank finan and sihtric 10 times harder 

- finan wakes up with a baby goat in his bed 

- sihtric is greeted with a pile of horse shit on his front door, the man’s boots ruined after that one. 

- finan and sihtric retaliate just as bad 

- osferth woke up to find all his breaches gone, strung up in the streets of the little village 

- uhtred jumping back in shock when he knocks over a pile of sparing weapons, making the man deal with the cries of his children for hours until his wife finally comes to save him 

- gisela has to put an end to the prank war weeks after it started 

- the village in a state of chaos due to their four most reliable warriors running around like a group of headless chickens 

- the prank’s definitely died down for awhile 

- but on the road gisela isn’t there to scold them 

- and finan and sihtric are out for revenge

[errruvande]

I have zero idea what character he's portraying plot wise, but can we appreciate that in the books the symbol on Uhtred's family's banner back at Bebbamburg is a grinning wolf's head (or a dog's I can't remember exactly) and what is that right here?

[hikaruchen]

You're such an inspiration for the ways

That I will never ever choose to be

Oh, so many ways for me to show you

How your saviour has abandoned you

Fuck your god!

Your lord, and your Christ

He did this!

Took all you had and left you this way

Still you pray, you never stray, never

Taste of the fruit!

Never thought to question why

[transfinan]

Every time Finan interacts with Uhtred he's so gentle. Like he can be so brash when he's joking around with the others and everything but anytime Uhtred is a little sad it's like he immediately shifts to comforting mode, his voice gets softer, he makes cautious physical contact, eye contact etc.

Kind of makes me think more about what their relationship was like on the slave ship, did keeping an eye on Uhtred help Finan get by? Was caring for someone else a comfort and a distraction for him?

When they finally escaped together he said they were bonded, and that rings so true when you look at how connected they are emotionally.

[bubblestopia]

 you confess your feelings to them [headcanon]

characters included: Aemond Targaryen, Ewan Mitchell, Ettore, Osferth 

warnings: sexual interactions - it is Ettore, how could it not be sexual interaction 

A/N: I was in class and thought to make some head canons about Ewan Mitchell himself and his roles because they all have different personalities. please don't be too harsh on judging it, i’m still learning so be patient with me. reblogs and comments are grateful appreciated, I am always open to new ideas and suggestions. I suppose I should mention that english is not my first language.

Aemond Targaryen 

When she met the prince, her heart couldn't stop racing. She found him fascinating. For her everything he did or said it was majestic. On the other hand, Prince Aemond was finding the girl a bit strange, all she was doing was staying in garden admiring the flowers and the sky. He couldn't understand why but couldn't complain too much, she is to be soon his wife. He wasn't too happy, but it was the duty as a prince. Luckily for him, they didn't had to spend too much time together, all they had to do is dance occasionally and produce heirs, that's what he thought.

On a sunny day, she organised a little picnic for her and Aemond, she wanted to spend time with her betrothed and know about him more before the union. When Queen Alicent found out what the girl was doing, she obligated her son to go saying it will be a good opportunity to bond with her. That's how they ended up on thin blanket, with cookies and tea around them, admiring the roses. 

“Thank you for your presence, My Prince” she thanked to loose the silence. “It is my pleasure, My Lady” he lied and she knew that his mom made him come, but at least he is in the garden with her. “I asked the maids to get us your favourite cakes, I didn't know you like strawberry shortcake” she giggled. He looked at how innocent she was, her laugh was a bit weird  but he wouldn't mind hearing it again. “Maybe next time we can have your favourite sweets, My Lady” She was a bit shocked and didn't knew how to respond, she just hummed with a smile. 

The rest of the day was spent with small talk about their likes, she found out that Aemond was interested in books, historical books. That was something she had to remember for the future. At the end of the day, when the two of them were heading off to their chambers she stopped him. “I like you,” she said “And no, I’m not expecting a reaction. And yes, I am aware that we will get married even if I didn't liked you, and this was our first real conversation. But I am just stating the fact that I like you” He was looking at her with a bit of confusion, she took a deep breath and continued “I like you, and I am not expecting for you to like me too but I hope that you will find affection for me, your future wife, so that our marriage wouldn't be too hard to bare” she added. “I will go my way now, have a good night, My Prince” She lowered her head and she said it, still with a silly smile on her face. Aemond was too stunned to speak, he didn't know how to react, did he liked her? No, it was too early for him, but will he do his best to know her more and love every aspect of her? Yes, he went to his bed that night, with a promise in his mind. To fall in love with the girl that poured her heart out for him.

Ewan Mitchell

It was your first day on the set, not as an actor, just the girl who gets everyone everything. It was interesting to see the actual actors work and have fun, wishing it was you who played the beautiful characters, wishing it was you who brought fiction to life. But you are still learning, and the first step is to get them their coffee. Everyone knows who you are, why you are there and what's your job. Most of them like your personality, you always smile to them, encourage them and give kind words. You can say that you are their friend, even if you aren't an actor. But in one specific case, you are a best friends. Ewan Mitchell. You two found out that have similar hobbies and personalities, and you defiantly clicked on the first day. It was obvious to everyone that you liked him, but somehow he didn't realised. 

It was time to get everyone their coffee and tea, you had to memorise what everyone liked so it would make your job easier. You were heading to the privet room of the set, where everyone is gathering to take a brake, share stories and opinions about the new cut. “Two cubes of sugar?” Milly asked “Yes, as always” you assured her. Getting everyone in the room their drink, you were left with one in hands “Does anyone know where Ewan is?” “Try outside, I heard him wanting to take a fresh breath” One of the producers said. You thanked politely and head outdoors. It didn't took too long to find him standing on grass next to a tree. 

“Your tea will get cold, you knew it was that time of the day” you shared with the now relaxed guy. “I apologise, I wanted a brake from the noise” he muttered. With a small smile on your face handed the cup to him and giggled “Typical you” you paused for a second and continued “You know that there are clips of you, your character, on Internet with funny sounds? Apparently everyone finds you good looking” “I can't understand why, I am just a guy, nothing special” you hummed and replied “They do not lie, the fans, but they can't see how special you are behind those looks of yours” he looked at you with amusement and laughed “You can't be serious” Not wanting to continue on your silly thoughts, you laughed but a bit sad, hoping he didn't noticed.

After getting back on the set, and shooting four more scenes, it was time to go home. Your rutine was simple, and it was including your friend too. Somehow the way to each houses were in the same directions, and it was safer to get there together. Walking in silence as usual, some drops of water landed on you, stopping to look up, you started laughing like a kid. You always enjoyed rain, you found it peacefully. A silly ideea got into your head and a plan was made. Not long after, rain started pouring and soaking both of you. 

“Ewan” you called his name while stooping once again. This time he stopped and looked back “You will get a cold if we don't  get home now” calling once more his name “I’ve been in major denial for months now, denying this feelings in my heart” He was looking at you confused “I do not understand” You laughed at his unawareness. “Ewan Mitchell, since I met you, and I discovered how much we are alike, I found out that I like you” the rain made the girl to say her feelings a bit louder than intended “And it’s not just a silly little crush, I know it is more, and you don’t have to like me back, but I don’t want you to hate me and...” she wasn't stopping adding reasons over reasons “The feeling is mutual” you took a step back “What? Could you repeat that again?” he did and he got closer to her “But now we need to get inside, hoping not to get a cold. Otherwise who will get my tea how I like it at the exact time every day?” you were still in shock but he took your hand gently and made sure to get you home safely.

Ettore

You are a criminal, like everyone on the ship, but the difference between you and them is that you are shy and silent like a bunny. You never used the Box, you found it imature and a waste of time. All you want to do is do your daily jobs and don’t let anyone even realise that you are there. Unfortunately for you, he started watching you. He was watching from the dark, waiting the right moment. You watched him as well but only when you passed by him. In your opinion he was handsome but you could never imagine yourself with someone like him. 

When you were asleep he was touching himself, thinking of you. For Ettore you were a prey and he loved the feeling of a predator. That thought made him obsessed over you, all he wanted was to have you, to own you. He even started following you everywhere, keeping a generous space for you to not notice him, but you did. Every time. It wasn't scary although you preferred to be alone. 

One day when you were taking care of the garden he entered and leaned over the wall, examining you. Every move you make. “It is rude to stare” he hummed and replied “I can't help it, you are relaxing to watch” Knowing he is saying random stuff but that didn't stopped you from forming a blush on your cheeks. That day was the start of your nightmare. He was following you everywhere, like a lost puppy, he was too close for your own good now. You didn't mind it that much. At least he wasn't talking or touching, only following. 

After a week he finally talked “This is experiment is stupid” “In that case you could just hope it will finish soon” That was the beginning of a weird friendship. You believed he was stupid in the head. Always complaining and making sexual jokes. Ettore was hoping you would beg for him, for his attention, but nothing, that was making him desperate to take you and destroy you. 

The night after taking care of the garden together and making silly conversation, he decided it was time to own you. Because of a stupid medical problem you had to stay alone in a room, that was making it easier for Ettore in completing his plan. You were sound asleep when he got into the one bed room, he started touching your body, putting his cold hand under the loose shirt you were wearing. The friction made you gasp and wake up to find him towering you. You actually were expecting that, you knew what was in a mind of a criminal, it was easy to know what he wants. He grabbed your chin and covered brutally your mouth “Don’t take out a sound” His blue eyes were staring deep into your soul and that made you have goosebumps. Shaking your head, assuring you will be quite, he took off the hand from your face but not until getting an easy slap on your cheek. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment” He loved the scared look on your face. Ettore didn't know what he wants more, to make you beg for him, or just take what he wants. You on the other hand didn't mind what he was trying to do, in fact you were loving it. Someone making you to be submissive was your weakness after all. He was now on top of you looking straight to your eyes. Lingering with your lips open, slightly touching but not kissing, your breath was heavier with the every second that passes. “Fuck it” whispering you get your hands around his neck and push his head so that you can kiss him. He looks surprised for a moment but not long after Ettore gets his rough hand on your neck squeezing a little. The other hand travels along your body until it reaches the waistband of your trousers. He slides in to feel your cunt. “How pathetic, look at you, all wet for me” He laughs at your reactions. Trying to look away to hide your embarrassment, Ettore grips one more time on your neck and forces you to look at him. 

“Don't look away, not when you have those glossy eyes.” He demanded “You are so pretty under me” He pushes one finger against your core, teasing you, making you suffer. “Please Ettore” you cry out-loud “Please what? hmm use your words pretty girl”, “Please stop teasing” He giggles, getting closer to your ear “I will stop teasing, if you will be only mine”. Your desperation was reading through your shaky voice “Than make me yours Ettore” He didn't waited any longer and pushed two fingers in her now soaked wet hole. 

In the end birds of a feather flock together. 

Osferth 

Since you were young you were treated badly, your mom who died was only a one night stand to your dad, who had a wife and kids. Uhtred didn't had an option than just to take you in his house, to not let you suffer more on the streets. His wife didn't accepted, you were his bastard after all and she didn't cared if you were dead or a whore. You were obligated to go in adventures with your dad, so that his wife wouldn't see you around the house. You weren't a loved child, that could be the main cause of your insecurities and shyness, always thinking no one would ever love you.

Following Uhtred everywhere, like a lost puppy, end up on meeting Finan and Osferth, your now only friends. Talking with them was scary at first, especially with Finan, but in time you opened up to them and now it was easy to talk with both of them. Osferth wasn't treating you like a bastard, like others would. Him knowing exactly how it feels, he made sure to protect you from that word. Uhtred decided that you would have better days if you don’t go home anymore, so the two boys took you in their care. They were alway making sure to protect you and it was fun to be around them. 

Finan was always making fun of Osferth when you weren't around, laughing at how oblivious his crush on you was. “You need to look at yourself when you are around her” he laughed “Always blushing and acting tough when you are like a lamb” Osferth didn't said anything only looking down “You two act like teenagers, why not confessing to her?” he stayed a moment to think for the right answer. “She is the most beautiful lady I ever saw, she is gentle and caring.” He lowered his head and smiled “How could she love someone like me, she deserves way more better than a monk” Finan laughed and finished his beer. 

On a warm night, everyone was at the small tavern to celebrate a victory. Getting drunk, kissing women, dancing and singing. But you were outside, behind the building, collecting and admiring some flowers that you found on the grass with some drops of  dew. Humming an old song that you somehow remember. “Why you are not inside, celebrating?” You flinched at the sound of the new voice, dropping the flowers of a pure blue. “I could ask you the same” he wasn't looking at her, only at the flowers now on the grass, getting down on his knees to pick them up “What flowers are this time?” Every time on your journeys you liked to pick up flowers and press them on your book, and when you were getting the time to search for their name and some facts, you were writing those down. It was your passion and Osferth liked that a lot about you, he would always ask about the blossoms, he loved when you were telling him all the details and your face would light up. 

“Forget-me-not” you answered with a smile “It has a beautiful meaning to it actually” the girl looked into his eyes “If you give them to someone, it has to be special. The flower itself means true love and respect” he hummed and looked again at the pure blossoms. “We should get inside, otherwise Finan would suspect something out of this reality” When he got up to head off to the tavern, you called out his name. “I want you to accept this flowers Osferth” with a small smile on face and a dreamy look you confessed. He couldn't say anything, he was too amazed. In a milion years Osferth couldn't think you would say those words, even if they are not the traditional ones, this meant more to him. He took you by the hand and looked into your eyes.

“I promise I will search every kingdom until I find the perfect flower for you My Lady.” 

[unusual-raccoon]

Modern!Osferth Headcanons

(Plus bonus drabble)

Guess who's rewatching The Last Kingdom for the 63rd time? I'll give you a hint - it's me! Guess who also had the brilliant idea at midnight for a modern babysitter!Osferth x Uhtred idea? Also me.

So, without further adieu, here are some modern!Osferth rambles/headcanons:

Osferth is still devout in his faith. It keeps him sane in a way, it's been a touchstone for most of his life. He's in between jobs and living alone.

He doesn't have much in the way of family. His father got his mother knocked up when she was young, and his father was married.

His mother was sickly and died when he was young.

He spent a lot of time in orphanages/churches under the care of nuns (Has been praying the gay away ever since) until he was taken in by his uncle.

His uncle Leofric, worked as a Prison Officer in London, got stabbed in the neck and killed during a riot when Osferth was only fifteen.

He has a sizable chunk of change in his name from a wealthy father he never knew. (He refuses to touch a dime).

Osferth spent a lot time in soup kitchens (eating & volunteering), spent many a year cutting his own hair to save money (forgive his bowl cuts), and just overall scraping by on odd jobs and the like.

He reconnected with his half-siblings as an adult, or tried to. He and Edward don't really get along (he thinks Edward is a terrible father - not that being a bastard gave him much ground to stand on). He and Aethelflaed absolutely clicked right away.

He is the bestest uncle to Aelfwynn!

Very good with kids, he is a big baby himself at heart, but also super independent because he's used to doing things on his own.

Aethelflaed is super supportive of Osferth (she just think's he's neat) and runs the "Osferth needs a DILF" fanclub

Have I mentioned he is very good w kids, loves trashy romance novels, can cook quite well, is modest about it (secretly thinks he'd be a kick ass housewife)

--- (How he's gotten involved with Uhtred)---

he met Gisela at the soup kitchen - it's a hike for him, but nothing compares to the loving atmosphere.

Was secretly intimidated by her.

Accidentally thought he had fallen in love w her when she showed him pictures of her babies and they made meals together and she asked him about his life - then he realized he has not known motherly affection in a long timeeee ;_;

Gisela would tell him about her lovely little family and how Stiorra was a nightmare to potty train in comparison to her brother

Gisela would show him pictures of the family and he would 'ooh' and 'aah' over pictures of the babies - promptly reminded he is gay when he saw a picture of her husband.

He'd been devastated when he discovered she had passed. She had been to the soup kitchen in a few weeks and he'd sent a few texts to see if she was well, but had merely chalked it up to being a mom of two youngsters.

He misses the funeral service, but figures it was private and reserved for family only.

Osferth, himself, imagined he landed somewhere between a work friend and gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

Still, he kept her in his prayers every night.

They hold a small gathering in the soup kitchen amongst other volunteers that have heard the news of Gisela's passing.

He mourns in his own way, and figures he should be better at it by now.

Still, he manages.

Until he sees Gisela's family walk into the soup kitchen...

Bonus Drabble:

Uhtred is a young, freshly widowed (fuck cancer) single dad to two beautiful children. Young Uhtred (Junior) is four and Stiorra is two. He misses his wife dearly and as a result ends up revisiting many places that remind him of Gisela.

He ends up at a soup kitchen where she often volunteered, the soup kitchen was supported by a local church and while Uhtred had his gripes about Christianity, his wife never did. Gisela loved all people, sometimes with a warm embrace, sometimes with a stern rap of her little knuckles.

The place is small and cramped and he recalls the scent of whatever's being doled into bowls because it used to stick to Gisela's clothes. It's warm in the air and heavy in his lungs, like thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots and his heart aches.

There's a man - well, a boy who doesn't look older than 17, gangly, awkward, flaxen hair that spirals around his head like a halo, bowed as he chats with an older woman while he pours a heaping ladle's worth of soup into her bowl. The boy's face is familiar, vaguely. There's a spot next to him behind the counter where Gisela should've been.

A woman on line lets him ahead with a sympathetic face - the kids are with him, Stiorra held on his hip, her arms around his neck, and Junior holding his hand. He feels mortified, guilty.

Uhtred tries to back away, feeling terribly out of place and mourning every inch of the woman he loved. When the boy behind the counter spots him, his eyes are blue, startlingly blue - it's like a peek of the sky through a blanket of fog. A soft, angular face like looks like it belongs in a Renaissance painting with high cheeks and sharp cheekbones and pink rips.

Someone else waves them over, Junior gets a bowl, Stiorra does too, the woman that serves them tries to give one to Uhtred but he politely declines.

They sit, they eat. He blows on the little spoon for Stiorra and offers a small smile when she demandingly tugs on his hair, squirming, doughy little fist swinging for the spoon. Junior is able to handle eating on his own, like a big boy, (mostly).

Uhtred is cleaning the kids up and preparing to leave when he noticed someone had come over.

"Um, excuse me, sir," A timid voice begins, high and boyish, pale long fingers wring the sleeves of an aged brown sweatshirt, "I don't mean to - a-are you Uhtred?"

Uhtred stares warily at the boy, at his flaxen hair and ears that have since turned pink.

"Yes," He answers flatly, and he instantly feels cruel for the way the young man winces.

The nuance of conversation bypasses the children and Junior's hand springs up with a wave, as he says, "Me too!"

The boy smiles a timid, growing thing - less afraid.

"You volunteer here?" Uhtred asks though he knows the answer. Gisela had spoken of the friend she had made at the soup kitchen, and realizes why the boy's face seemed familiar. He'd never been bothered by it, his Gisela was a lovely woman and charmed many.

"Um, yes, sir, I...do." The boy answers, he swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing along the pale, elegant stretch of his throat.

He casts considerate blue eyes over to the children, to Junior who babbles about wanting to visit Thyra and Beocca, and to Stiorra who is dozing against Uhtred's shoulder...

"I," The boy begins, slim, pale hands listless as he tugs on a loose thread in the sleeve of his sweatshirt, those high sharp cheekbones that appeared chiseled from marble, redden, his lips, his very pink lips twitch with words unspoken, "My deepest condolences."

Gods, how many time had he heard that same sentiment over the weeks since his wife's passing? How many people had meant it? Uhtred's nostrils flare with every breath he struggles to take in and out with the fissure of pain that splits his chest.

He clears his throat roughly. He blinks away tears that makes the earnest blue eyes of the boy standing across from him dance like sapphires.

"Thank you," He says, it's a genuine thing that bubbles up without him meaning for it too. Many people loved Gisela, it was an easy thing to do, but it finally felt as though someone knew. Knew the agony of losing her. Like the sun had been torn from the sky.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, it's Hild. It could be a thousand things, a lapsed permit or zoning issue, the company has had enough hiccups, let alone after the death of his wife.

"I need to-" Uhtred motions to his phone, the boy nods politely.

"Of course," He says instantly in understanding.

He's still holding Stiorra when he stands, it was late and raining and it's too loud inside the hall.

"I can watch them," The boy offers, sort of perking up like a moping flower kissed by sunlight - it only becomes obvious then  how tall he is. Rightfully, he should be distrustful. He struggles, but his phone buzzes in his hand another time and Uhtred reluctantly hands his daughter over. He watches as the boy gingerly supports her weight, Stiorra's open mouth drooling on the boy's shoulder. He sways gently with Stiorra in his arms, bending and shifting like a reed in the wind.

"Uhtred?" He hears the boy call gently, "do you think you could help me keep an eye on your sister?"

"I can!" Junior answers eagerly.

"Clever boy," Uhtred can picture his son's wide smile, "I can be so forgetful - Oh goodness, where has she gone?"

"Right there," Junior begins to giggle, "Where? Uhtred are you trying to trick me?"

"There!" Junior squeals in laughter that Uhtred hadn't heard in weeks. It's a balm for his soul.

Uhtred answers Hild's incoming call, the phone pressed to his ear.

"How are you holding up?" Is her first question, he strives to be noncommittal with just about everyone but Hild. So, when he answers, he does so honestly, openly. He can hear the tightness in her throat.

"Did you want me to order something? I can be over in," there's rustle over the speaker, "twenty."

He smiles, he loves her all the more for the effort.

"Not tonight, but soon," He swears. He knows, despite everything he's going through, there are still people in his corner, his sister, Beocca, Hild: his relentless supporters.

"I know you're going to ignore me because you always do-"

"-I do not"

"But, have you considered hiring a sitter?"

"Hild," He sighs, he'd abhorred the idea for a time. His own fragmented upbringing left a general distrust of strangers that was easy to default to under duress.

They bicker for a bit, back and forth was their way and the normalcy alleviates some of the ache in his chest.

He wants to reject the idea of needing help, of shouldering responsibilities alone, of being anyone's burden. He rubs at his eyes, a cool sheen of rainwater on his skin.

Inside the soup kitchen, the scent of thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots is in the air, the warmth in the room fells buttery in the comfort it provides. He can hear his son's voice, laughing, can hear other laughter too.

Stiorra's asleep on the stranger's shoulder. Little hands drowsily clinging to the brown fabric of the sweatshirt.

Hild's voice rattles in his head.

The boy's smile is wide, unbidden, so very youthful. He see's Uhtred and his smile dims, a coy curl of his lips lingers, like an echo, throat bobbing, tongue catching on pink lips, eyes like sapphires still dance.

"Papa!" Junior yelps, delighted, clinging to Uhtred's leg in an instant, "I counted more than Oz!"

"He did, I'm afraid - you're too clever for me." The boy answers, a sheepish way about him, he sways like a reed, right on over to Uhtred's side. Stiorra is very carefully handed over.

"Did you?" Uhtred asks, "How high?"

Junior makes a pensive little face, beside him, the boy, Oz, mouthes fifteen exaggeratedly.

"Oh! All the way up to fifteen!"

"Fifteen?" Uhtred gasps, "Auntie Hild isn't going to believe it."

The children had already been ready to leave before Hild had called and it doesn't take much to tug the lapels of his coat around Stiorra and hold out his hand for Junior.

The boy offers a polite smile, pink mouth pressed together, the scent of thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots hanging on his sweatshirt, a patch of drool on his shoulder where Stiorra had slept.

"Well, um, goodnight." He says eventually, crouches down to bid a separate farewell to Junior. He rummages through the pocket of his sweatshirt, and pulls out a biscuit wrapped in wax paper.

"I nicked this from the kitchens," He admits, Junior looks affronted, scandalized, but the boy laughs, "It was supposed to be my treat for after, but," Junior's eyes go terribly wide, hopeful, "You did count to fifteen - so, I suppose, you've earned it."

"He can't, he's-" Uhtred begins, but that gangly boy looks up at him from the floor with smiling sapphire eyes and pink lips and says "It's gluten-free."

Uhtred feels...odd.

"Are you allergic as well?" He asks as Junior asks endlessly if he can eat his treat now.

The boy flushes, "Er, no, I-" He rises to his full his height smoothly, hands pushed off the faded knees of his jeans, "I grabbed it after I saw you come in, Gis-" His jaw tightened, tendons flutter under the pressure, "Another volunteer mentioned how someone in her family also had Celiac's..."

The odd feeling persists, its pressure, its hands stemming the flow of blood the open wound the passing of wife had left in him.

"Anyway, I-I only wanted to pay my respects," the boy sighs, flaxen head hanging before he offers a small, sad smile.

"Wait." Uhtred calls, his voice carves through the air.

The stranger turns towards him again, fluorescent lights catch on the delicate braid of a golden chain just barely visible around his neck, tendons jump in neck and the chain dances like motes of sunlight.

"What's your name, boy?"

Those pink lips part in a gentle smile.

"Osferth, sir." He answers.

"Osferth," He repeats sagely.

Hild's voice rattles in his head. Uhtred extends his hand and the boy examines it before shaking hands with him. The touch is soft and lingers in his palm like silk.

"Good to finally meet you."

This was just a silly little headcanon/drabble (1.8k still counts as a drabble, right?) idea, but like, idk, i might be tempted to add more?

[ivyithink]

back to my roots (drawing alfred and aethelflaed interactions, cause they melt my heart)

also the 1st season squad is very important to me, i love them a lot

+ moments from books that were stuck in my mind while i was drawing))

[lordxbebbanburg]

Introducing  Stiorra Uhtredsdottir

Danish - Saxon | Queen of Northumbria | Warrior |  Wife of Sigtryggr Ivarsson

( ╳┊❝ Int: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Photo: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Musing: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Headcanon: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Crush: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ About: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Sigtryggr ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Rognvaldr ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Uhtred Jr. ❞. )

[errruvande]

Jack how have I fucking MISSED IT ????? 😭😭😭😭

Leofric one is cute as fuck, I'm literally dead (you know I'm dead from simply seeing my man on my dash right???)

Osferth one is so damn horny 🥵 We need more horny Osferth, he has all the potential to be the horny prince of TLK (I'd say Finan still holds the name of a King of the Horny Valley)

I'm just ughhhhhh

Misc. The Last Kingdom Headcanons

masterlist

warnings: gender-neutral reader, suggestive themes, mentions of oral sex [m! & f! receiving], mentions of penetrative sex, safeword, dacryphilia mention, creampies, mirror sex, dirty talk/degradation.

relationships: leofric/uhtred, leofric/reader, osferth/reader, osferth/finan.

included characters: leofric and osferth.

length: 1.8k || read on ao3

⤷ if you want to be added to the taglist click here

part one [you're here] || part two

a/n: i finished game of thrones so i was scrolling netflix and found this show. tbh it's pretty good but they keep killing off the best characters. i really should be used to that by now lmfao.

Leofric has a rather big family, consisting of two younger sisters and a baby brother. Since he’s the oldest, he’d look after them before he left to be a soldier in Odda’s army.

His sisters needed someone to do their hair for them in the mornings, so he’s surprisingly good at braiding hair. Don’t tell anyone that he secretly loves doing it.

Leofric would also play fantasy with them when he wasn’t busy. He would play either the heroic knight coming to save the day, or he’d be the villain, and one of his sisters would be the hero.

Being the oldest boy, Leofric did most, if not all, of the chores around the house, including household chores. He can cook, clean, and badly sew, in addition to farming, cleaning the barn stalls, and guard duty. He’s not good at sewing in the slightest, but if there’s a hole in his clothes, he can easily fix it himself.

Leofric secretly really cares about the Arseling—Uhtred—more than he’d like to admit.

Once he moved to serve under Odda’s rule, his family would travel every few months to visit him. His parents aren’t around too much growing up, but they still support and love him nonetheless.

When Uhtred found out about his hair braiding prowess, Uhtred started to ask him to braid his hair too. It took only a little bit of begging before Leofric caved in, but only under the condition of being allowed to put flowers in the braids he made.

To be completely transparent, he’s never been with a man like that before, but he’s thought about it one too many times for it to be a phase. In all of his fantasies about it, Leofric has always imagined himself on top.

When he first met Uhtred, he couldn’t figure out if he found Uhtred stupid because he was stupid; or if it was because he was having a gay crisis. Turns out, it was both. There’s just something about that idiot that makes his heart beat faster and makes his palms sweaty.

He didn’t only have eyes for men, however. Leofric is attracted to more than his fair share of women as well. Why only pick one when you can have the best of both worlds?

Leofric is an amazing lover, no doubt about it. He knows how to listen and will center all of his actions around making his lover feel good. To say he’s a service top is an understatement.

He really enjoys going down on his lover, regardless of their gender. It’s one of the easiest ways to get them off and he likes to do it, so it’s a win-win for both parties.

When it comes time for the main event, Leofric prefers to do it in a position where he can see your face. Shoving your face in a pillow makes him feel as if he’s forcing himself upon you, so he prefers to be able to see the pleasure on your face rather than having to imagine it. It’s more romantic this way, too.

Believe it or not, Leofric is a real romantic in bed. By his appearance, one would think he fucks just as rough as he looks, but they’d all be wrong. He wants nothing more than to take his time and to ensure that you both enjoy the entire experience.

His favorite positions are any and all variations of missionary. Depending on the mood, he’ll fold you in half with your legs resting on his shoulders, or he’ll have your legs wrapped around his waist while he nestles his face into the crook of your neck.

If he truly cared for you, Leofric would marry you before bedding you. Honor and all that bullshit.

After he marries you, with permission from King Alfred and Lord Odda, Leofric would find himself a good estate/plot of land to build you a home on.

He would build you a giant hall filled with everything you ask for and more. He puts you in control of all of the decorating since he’s absolutely terrible at it.

He incorporates gardens and flower beds into the design of the main hall for you as well.

When it finally comes time for you two to move in, Leofric will pick you up bridal style and carry you across the threshold of your new home. Don’t tell anyone about how big of a sap he truly is.

The night you move into your new home, Leofric hosts a huge feast in your honor. Everyone who is anyone is in attendance, including Uhtred, Hild, Father Beocca, and all of Uhtred’s men.

Osferth has really bad allergies. Don’t ask him to do anything remotely stealthy during the spring because he will sneeze and fuck it up.

Despite all of his friend’s teasing, he’s not a virgin in the slightest. He’s been with a fair amount of women in the past, so he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it.

He lost his virginity to Finan. It happened a year or so after Osferth joined the group. They were holed up in a village with nothing to do other than stare at each other and the four walls surrounding them. Osferth had finally had enough of Finan teasing him about it, so he gave him some of his own medicine.

Finan sat next to him with crossed arms, a smirk plastered on his face. “You’re not convincing anyone, baby monk. You act all tough but melt at the sight of a woman that’s thirty yards away,” he teases, his accent thickening as he laughs.

“Oh yeah?” Osferth chewed on his bottom lip, stewing over his choices. Making up his mind, he climbed into Finan’s lap, legs straddling the man’s hips. “If you’re so convinced I’m a virgin, Finan, then why don’t you take it?” he offers, mimicking the Irishman’s smirk.

Finan’s hands went to his sides immediately, pulling him down to grind against himself. “Is that what you want, baby monk? Positive you can handle what you’re askin’ of me?”

He nods, spreading his fingers across Finan’s chest. Osferth grinds back on him, hips moving with the pace Finan had started. “Mm? It sounds like you’re not up to the task. I could always ask Sihtric—”

The Irishman flipped them over suddenly, pinning Osferth beneath him, hands firmly above his head. “Quiet, Os. Before I make you be quiet.”

Sihtric and Uhtred slept in the stables that night. Turns out it didn’t matter; Osfeth’s loud when he bottoms.

Osferth will go down on you without question. He loves doing it, it’s like one of his favorite pastimes. He just can’t get enough of how you taste, how you smell, the sound of your whimpers and whines. He won’t stop until you either call the safeword or start crying.

His favorite position is either doggy style or spooning. Osferth likes the intimacy of sex in the spooning position, it makes it feel more like lovemaking rather than fucking.

If you let him, he’d cum inside of you every chance he gets. Osferth likes watching it drip out of you after he pulls out. If he’s feeling bold, he’ll finger his spunk back inside you, ensuring everything stays inside where it belongs.

Believe it or not, Osferth is the king of dirty talk. No, seriously, he is. He loves the romantic parts of sex just like any other man, but sometimes he needs to indulge the nasty, filthy part of it with you.

Imagine: he has you naked and kneeling in front of a full-length mirror, forcing you to stare at the reflection of yourself getting pounded from behind. His hands are wrapped around your waist, thumbs and forefingers gripping the fat of your hips. Osferth’s snarky smile is plastered across his lips as he watches his cock slide in and out of you over and over.

“Aw, my love, look at you,” he smirks, “getting fucked on all fours in front of a mirror-like a common alehouse whore.”

It’s safe to say that this only happens when he’s in a town with an inn. There’s no way in hell that he’s doing this when there’s a chance of Uhtred, Finan, or Sihtric overhearing.

Just like his uncle Leofric, he’ll save enough silver to buy a house wherever Uhtred has settled down for the time being. If you get married while they’re still on the road, he’ll do his best to find a nice village or town that the two of you could explore together for a couple of days.

Osferth will 100% marry you. Hands down, no questions about it. Getting married has been one of his biggest goals in life, so getting the opportunity to complete that with you makes him insanely happy.

He cries when he sees you walk down the aisle at the wedding. Finan, his best man, has to help him keep it together so he could get through his vows without breaking into tears. Please give him tons of extra kisses, he deserves it so badly.

Osferth’ll set up your tent for you every night. He makes a point to always pitch your tent as close as possible to the fire to keep you warm. He keeps plenty of furs available for you as well. Almost an entire trunkful of their traveling supplies is just furs and extra furs. You can never have too many in his book.

His adoration for you is so, so obvious and it’s adorable. Finan will ride next to you on the road to tease you about it, never wandering out of Osferth’s earshot.

Whenever Finan teases him about it, Osferth lights up like a damn torch. It’s all in good fun of course, regardless of how relentless Finan is with his teasing.

No matter how many times you tell him you can handle/enjoy the gentle teasing his friends give you, if Osferth feels like they’ve gone too far, he will tell ‘em off. He’ll still be respectful about it, but all respect will be thrown out of the window if he catches anyone, friend or not, questioning your honor fists will fly.

Osferth’s snarky little smile will show itself whenever he’s the one who gets to do the teasing. He can’t help himself sometimes, it’s just too damn easy to get you flustered. His favorite way is to back you up against a wall with a hand next to your head, effectively caging you in. He leans in real close to your face, his nose almost brushing against yours. Osferth then starts to whisper against your soft lips, words ranging from sweet nothings to filthy, lust-filled ones based on his mood.

“Oh god, my love. Look at how pretty you are, pressed against me like this.”

[witchthewriter]

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: also I have no idea why it won't let me do proper spacing between dialogue, I truly apologise!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESTP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Cancer Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Finan isn't one to mince words; he's quick talking and incredibly witty.

・When he's around you, it's as if he's on overload - almost word vomit. He has no filter and cannot think before speaking.

・Once it had gotten so bad Osferth had to step in and pull him away, with a gracious, "Uhtred wishes to speak to you Finan."

"What is wrong with me?" Finan muttered under his breath as he let Osferth guide him away from you.

"Many things," Osferth said with a grin, "but that my friend...I think you may be in love."

・When Finan realised what he was feeling was attraction, he calmed down a bit. Because he had been attracted to people before, it was no problem.

・But the word vomit, and the blushing continued.

・And that was not normal for Finan.

・So he went to the only level-headed person he knew...Uhtred...

・Uhtred laughed at him:

"Finan, you make me laugh," the Lord said, pulling off pieces of bread and shoving them into his mouth.

"I'm happy I may entertain you Lord, but I'm ... serious..."

"Oh-"

・Uhtred sat back and stared straight into Finan's eyes.

"Finan."

"Yes, Lord?"

"You are in love."

"No, no that cannot be."

"But it is."

"Well fuck."

・The Irishman did all he could to not love you - stayed away from you (didn't work, he felt like something inside of him was missing, tried to look for the negatives in you ... but couldn't find many. He even thought about marriage... and it did not freak him out like it normally did).

・He knew what he had to do.

・He had to speak to Sihtric.

・All the while, you were somewhat oblivious to Finan's 'problem', only saw him scurrying around camp with an anxious look on his face.

・Osferth said Finan was having stomach troubles and you nodded your head, in complete understanding.

・When Finan got to Sihtric, he was out of breath and red in the face.

"Sihtric, my friend. My brother, I'm in trouble."

"What is it Finan?" The younger man's face was bewildered, and his hand clasped Finan's shoulder.

"I - I am in love."

"Oh fuck."

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Mo Gile Mear

[tovalhallaandback]

So my husband and I were talking about how I start fights and then loop him in and make him finish/end them and that got me thinking... So here is a post no one asked for about TLK character/ships and fights :)

Sigtryggr x Stiorra

Stiorra starts fights 9/10 times. Sigtryggr? Starts them that 1/10 time but mostly he flips a coin to decide if he's talking his wife and the poor fucker she's going after down OR if he's throwing punches that day.

Uhtred x Gisela

....Uhtred starts fights...and finishes them...Starts them for her often. Gisela used to try and stop him, but eventually just learned to take a seat and let go of the leash.

Aelswith x Alfred (Uhtred x Alfred)

Aelswith starts fights. Alfred just sits back and takes his wife's side let's her do what she needs to do....until he starts a fight...in which case Aelswith (and Uhtred) ends it.

Brida x Ragnar

Brida starts all of them. Ragnar lets go of the leash immediately and eggs her on.

Thyra x Beocca

Beocca starts fights for his wife.

Finan (x Ingrith/Eadith)

Starts fights.

Sihtric (x Eahlswith/Sidgeflaed)

Stops fights / Ends fights. Except when someone bad mouthes his wife. Then he puts the fucker through a wall.

Osferth

Causes fights. Makes others end them for him.

Aldhelm

Stops fights.

[errruvande]

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @thelettersfromnoone for the tag!! 💖

How many work do u have on AO3?

3, not your local AO3 girlie lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

8 534

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I'll go with Tumblr ones, cause from my 3 AO3 works the biggest number I got is 31 lmao

Anyone but you (Legolas x f!reader)

Night watch (Legolas x Reader)

Well-deserved rest (Haldir x f!Reader)

One messy night (Boromir x f!Reader)

Transition (Haldir x f!Reader)

Honorable mention (since it's not fics but headcanons)

Green Council receiving a hot pic from you (HotD)

TLK men's reaction on being pet named

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments! These little things are brightening up my day, so I wanna let the people know that they are my heroes hahaha

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I really think it's Transition. All in all it's a pretty dark story, a bit depressing I think (I had these intentions while writing at least).

Otherwise, I don't think I have angsty endings fics?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

New family members for sure!! Was thinking hard what to choose, cause I think all of my happy ending fics are on the pretty same level on a happy scale, but I remember that I have this gen, non romantic baby and I love it so much ❤️‍🩹 There's a little TLK OMC for y'all

Do you write crossovers?

I wanted to say I've never done this BUT THEN!!! My Assassin's Creed (Ezio) x LOTR little headcanon!!! My beloved child!!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, not that I remember getting any hate on my fics

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, tho not much and on rare occasions. I used to write a lot of smut when I was younger (a teen), then I stopped being comfortable with it for a wild few years (tho reading never made me uncomfortable lmao).

Now I started writing smut again, idk what kind? Don't really understand what does that mean lol F x M traditional sex? Pretty detailed? If so, then yes lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't know 😂 Maybe, maybe not. I think rather not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge, I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

We tried with my friend a long long time ago. Didn't go well lmao It's hard and kinda stressing, cause you never know what the other person is gonna write (at least we had this SURPRISE system), so... You kinda have zero plot cause everything you want to write plot-wise can be ruined by the second person's plot lmao

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Athelnar?? Athelstan and Ragnar were my first ever OTP (quickly followed by Alfred and Uhtred). You could never beat that Athelnar shit out of my body lmao I've never written for them, but oh I do love them boys!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Now, that's the HARSH one lmao

I think I have at least 3 OC stories that I really wanna write (2 for TLK and one for LOTR), but I'm scared that I will never actually do it. I never was good with multi chaptered stories, and these are indeed not a one shots 🥲

What are your writing strengths?

Ugh... I don't know? I think I was pretty good with dialogues and descriptions of the surroundings to build the atmosphere. But... I guess it's not for me to decide but for the readers?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely finish what I've started lmao I should write everything in one go or else I'll never finish it... Or will finish it in two months even if it's a 2k words one shot

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love them! I've only done it with my LOTR fics (with Sindarin) but I really love it. But I really love it when the language is different from the language of the settings? Like, if the story is happening in England and everyone is English, but you have two characters who can speak idk Dutch, let them have a Dutch language in their dialogue. I had a rant post about it not that long ago actually lmao You have to think about your in-universe language

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ahhh Bungou Stray Dogs! I love them, and I'd gladly try to write something for them. Not a character/character but reader my beloved.

And maybe Stephane Narcisse (reign) my beloved and a reader

What's your favorite fic you've written?

The blood on my hands (Eomer) and Peace (Finan) are definitely my fave ones I think. They are dark and both explore some trauma

No pressure tags: @whitedarkmoonflower @lord-aldhelm @holy3cake @gemini-mama @emilyhufflepufftlk @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @mrsalwayswrite @emmanuellececchi @bilbotargaryen @levithestripper @mrsarnasdelicious @paula-in-dreamland

[ivyithink]

going to quietly reblog this, cause i agree with everything you said (alfred and hild bff yes!! and with iseult too, in a perfect world) and also for some reason always thought he’d be a teacher, so here’s a doodle from months ago, that i never posted

Your turn to do Alfred for the character thing :) <3

YESSS love you so much for this <33

1: sexuality headcanon: totally bisexual, argue with the wall

2: otp: alfred x uhtred, they are so special to me <3

3: brotp: alfred & hild, LISTEN. we got just a few scenes of them together, but they are absolutely best friends in my mind (they would totally be in a modern au)

4: notp: none, my number 1 boy deserves all the love ever <3

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: in a modern au he would totally be a teacher, i just know it

6: favorite line from this character: "fear is within all of us, as is strength"

7: one way in which I relate to this character: too many ways, but the first one that comes to my mind is all the religious guilty he has, i relate to that way way too much

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: can i say that i feel second hand embarrassment whenever he's in an awkward social situation? like not in a bad way, i just feel embarrassed for him whenever HE is embarrassed

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? absolutely problematic fave, but he's forgiven <3

[auroracalisto]

aurora's masterlist

all fics attached to this masterlist will be based on fics posted from november 2024 onward. if you'd like to view old masterlists, find them here:

masterlist one - from june 2020 to october 2020; 90+ links - VERY old fics. masterlist two - from november 18th, 2020 to september 22nd, 2021; very specific, based on fandoms, characters/people, and events. masterlist three - from march 12th, 2022 to november 22nd, 2023? missing some fics that I wrote after that time, so they will be posted here for easy access.

go to this blog here and you will be able to search through ALL of my fics without a masterlist.

DISCLAIMER: most of my fics are written with a gn!reader in mind, unless otherwise stated.

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

xavier plympton

coming soon

BALDUR'S GATE 3

shadowheart

1. punish - ethel cain, 343 words

BRIDGERTON

anthony bridgerton

1. "i beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow." 467 words

benedict bridgerton

1. i was made for lovin' you - fem!plus size reader 2.4k words

eloise bridgerton

1. stupid for you - modern 1.3k words

BULLET TRAIN

tangerine

1. stay outta trouble, yeah? 3.7k words

KYLE GALLNER CHARACTERS

simon - john q

1. opposites attract, or so they say 1.9k words

MARVEL

doctor otto octavius

1. runs in the familiy - dad!otto 1.5k words

PEAKY BLINDERS

thomas shelby

1. soft moments between husband and spouse. 388 words

THE LAST KINGDOM

osferth

1. lost 2. your love awaits my own 614 words

uhtred

1. she'll have the world if she wants it - pregnancy 1.9k words

TOP GUN

jake "hangman" seresin

1. the morning after 550 words

tom "iceman" kazansky

1. imagine: sharing a bed with your husband. 2. you've got this 407 words

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

klaus mikaelson

1. yandere!klaus mikaelson headcanons

WICKED

fiyero

1. with all the power in oz 2.2k words 2. secrets and scars 847 words 3. life is so much simpler without a brain. 365 words 4. to be changed. 3.4k words 5. MDNI smut with fiyero, 1.4k words

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS WRITING PROMPTS 2024

coming soon