#finan the agile x reader

[pyschosoda]

Caught Staring

feat - Osferth, Finan, Uhtred, Sihtric

In which Uhtred and his pretty boys are caught staring at the woman their heart desires

a/n: my first post finally!!! I decided to start small in order to get the feel of writing for these characters! likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

“I can feel you staring at me…”

You watch the timid monk stiffen and look away from your peripheral. You often noticed Osferth’s eyes were drawn towards you when in the same room. You didn’t mind, of course; it was quite cute, so you never felt the need to call him out on it, but the poor boy looked as if he was about to explode if you didn’t speak up soon. 

“Ah…apologies… I don’t mean to stare." His eyes involuntarily straying back towards you for a moment before he forced his gaze to the wooden floorboards beneath his feet. 

 

“Have I got something on my face?” You tear your gaze from the arrow you had been crafting, now trailing over the anxious-looking monk. “Or perhaps my hair is askew?” A smile curls its way onto your lips as you watch Osferth shake his head at your teasing, his eyes flickering up to your face before dropping back down as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to meet your gaze. 

 

"N…n-no, my lady, you-“

 

"I’m teasing you, Osferth,” you cut him off, not wanting him to embarrass himself further, his own lips curling into a smile as his eyes finally decided that he did want to meet your gaze. 

 

“Oh…” His voice is barely above a whisper. “Right…”

 

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as your attention is drawn back to what you were doing before. 

 

and again, Osferth is staring. 

 

He watches as your hands craft arrow after arrow as if it were nothing more than muscle memory. 

 

From the corner of your eye, you notice Osferth fidgeting again, unsure if he should leave or try to start another conversation with you. 

 

“Come, sit,” you break the silence, making the decision for him as you offer him the seat across from you. “I’ll show you how to make an arrow.”

“I can feel you staring at me.”

 

Your voice cuts through the loud ale house, but Finan seemed to hear you just fine from where he was standing, slumped against the wall next to where you sat. 

 

“What? Now I’m not allowed to look at ya?" He scoffs, bringing the mug to his lips. 

 

“First ya take my seat, and now ya won’t even let me look at ya?" He jests, shaking his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

 

Your eyes roll at his words, unable to hide the smile Finan seemed to always bring to your lips. 

 

“I’m going to get us some more ale,” you state with a laugh, plucking the mug from his hands as you stand up and make your way to the barmaid behind the counter. 

 

Of course, once you left, Finan reclaimed his stolen seat. You opened your mouth to protest, but before you’re able to get a word out, he’s pulling you into his lap, the ale in the mugs sloshing around, coating your hands in the sticky liquid. 

 

“Finan!” you scold. “I’m covered in ale now, you bastard!”

 

He shushes you as he takes one of the filled mugs from your hands. “I’ll help you clean it off later; just sit still and let me enjoy a nice cup of ale with a pretty girl on my lap.”

“I can feel you staring at me,”

 

A grin stretches it’s way onto Uhtred’s face as he tore another piece of chicken from the bone, his eyes flickering down to the meat as he slips it into his mouth before his gaze moves back to yours. 

 

“Am I not allowed to look at my woman anymore?” He said in his usual smug tone that only added to his charm. 

 

“There’s a difference between looking and staring,” you say with false annoyance lacing between your words. 

 

This, of course, only makes him more smug, causing laughter to bubble up past his lips as he continues to enjoy his meal. 

 

“I can’t help that you look so beautiful tonight." Uhtred shrugs, looking back down at his plate as he finishes his food. 

 

“I look the same as I always do,” you argue, standing up to put away the plates.

 

As you walk by, Uhtred catches your waist with his hand. He leans back in his chair, his thumb gently moving back and forth, tracing the skin beneath your clothes. 

 

“That doesn’t make you any less beautiful to me." His voice was softer than before; the smugness was gone as he gazed up at you. 

 

“Sit, I would like to enjoy this moment with you a little longer." He releases your waist at the request, and you obliged, of course. Who are you to deny Lord Uhtred such a simple request? A request that ended up leading you right into his bed. 

“I can feel you staring at me.”

 

You pull your hands from the cold water of the river, giving Sihtric your full attention. It was hard to believe he was the warrior that people said he was because every time you got a look at him, he looked more like a puppy than a man to you, much like he did now, staring at you with wide eyes, shifting in the place he stood as he worked up the courage to speak more than his usual two words to you. 

 

“I wasn’t staring." His voice was light, almost light enough to be carried away in the wind, but you heard him. You always did. 

 

“No?” you hummed, turning your attention back to the wet dress in your hand. “Just happened to be strolling by the river, looking in my direction then?” 

 

There was a pause; for a moment, the only sound you heard was the sound of the river as you used it to wash your clothes. 

 

“You shouldn’t be out here alone." Sihtric spoke up, changing the subject. It seemed he’d rather focus on you in this moment. 

 

“I’m not alone,” you replied, squeezing the water from the dress you were cleaning. “You’re here.” You look back at him from over your shoulder, smiling at the sight of him moving his gaze down to his feet. 

 

“Will you come and make yourself useful, or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Your invitation seems to break the barrier between you two, the leaves crunching beneath his feet getting louder as he gets closer. 

 

“I was not staring,” he mumbles, taking one of the dirty pieces of clothing from her basket and dipping it into the river. 

- dividers by @dollywons and @thecutestgrotto -

a/n: again, this is my first post!! feedback in the comments would be appreciated! ^-^

[spider-stark]

WHERE LOVE LIES

Finan the Agile x Reader

Summary - Abandoned by your lover, you turn to closest friend for comfort.

Warnings - fem!reader, platonic, abandonment issues, self-destructive behavior, mentions of blood/injury/slavery, will probably deviate from canon at times

Word Count - 1.4k

!MINORS DNI!

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A metallic tang clings to your tongue, having chewed your nails to the point of ruin. How long has it been? Since you first began to drown in the insufferable sound of your own footsteps, pacing along the floor of what was meant to be your shared guest room at Lady Aethelflaed’s estate. 

The minute’s feel like hours—or perhaps the opposite is true. Time seems to melt and blur, reality distorted by the most awful, unavoidable truth. 

Sihtric is gone. 

Something crumples in your chest. You stumble over nothing, barely reaching out in time to catch yourself. Bloodstained fingers curl around carved wood, gripping the footboard of a bed that’s much too big for only one person. You stare at it—at the absurd number of plush feather pillows, all neatly stacked atop thick furs.

Aethelflaed had done this on purpose. Given you and Sihtric the guest room with the biggest, nicest bed. The kindness of a friend, now turned to salt in an open wound. 

Sihtric caused this. This yawning chasm inside of you, an emptiness that threatens to swallow you whole. He caused this. 

Tears sting the back of your throat. Blur your vision.  

The walls start to cave in. Begin crumbling around you. 

You whirl towards the door, unwilling to be trapped in this room for even a second longer. 

Antique sconces line the hallway, their dim flames fighting to stave off the thick shadows skulking in the corners. This late at night, an eerie stillness seems to cling to the air. You drift through it like a wraith—hopeless and stumbling. 

When you reach the door at the end of the hall, you don’t knock. Pushing it open, you step inside without a thought. 

A lone candle burns atop a desk on the far wall, the only light illuminating the cramped, windowless room. Weapons and armor are strewn about as if they’d been stripped off and carelessly discarded, exhaustion taking precedence over neatness. 

You find Finan straight ahead, sprawled out on the bed with an arm tossed over his face. 

Relief almost sends you crumbling to your knees. 

At least he was still here. At least he hadn’t abandoned you. 

You take another step, the floorboards creaking beneath your weight. Finan shifts, arm lifting just enough to reveal tired, squinty eyes. 

One look at you and he’s shoved himself upright, concern etched into every line of his face. 

Your voice is shaky, the words clawing up your throat. “Sihtric’s gone. He.. he left.” 

Finan’s mouth opens, then closes again. He shakes his head, as though contemplating and then discarding several replies, unable to find the one that might actually comfort you. 

Eventually, he settles on the truth. 

“I know,” he admits, running a hand through his beard. “I noticed a few hours ago. I went to check on the hostages after Uhtred set out and…” A deep, frustrated sigh. “The cell was empty. I put two and two together quick enough—figured the little runt must’ve made a deal with ‘em so they’d take him back to the Danes.” An apology flashes in his eyes. “I’d hoped you were already asleep. That you wouldn’t have to deal with this until tomorrow.” 

Silence pools around you, the melancholy blues of Sihtric’s absence boiling into violent hues of betrayal. 

Suddenly, you have the insatiable urge to pinch yourself. As if this is all some sort of cruel mind trick. A nightmare you might still wake up from. You fumble with your hands, fingers picking at the already torn flesh around your nails. You feel pain—and yet nothing changes. 

Sihtric’s still gone. He still betrayed you. 

Betrayed all of you. 

Your head shakes. Warmth begins to spill down your cheeks. “He’s a coward,” you grind out, teeth clenched. “A goddamn coward!” 

A heartbeat and Finan’s up on his feet, closing the distance between you in only a few hasty steps. 

Calloused palms wrap around your wrists, stilling your restless, bloodstained fingers. He pulls you toward him, your knees buckling as you collapse into his chest. Strong arms keep you upright, slipping around your shoulders as another sob tears from your throat. 

Finan holds you like this for a while, rubbing circles against your back and mumbling soothing words against your hair—I know; It’s okay; I’ve got you. 

It’s not until your tears finally slow to a stop, his tunic all but drenched with them, that he tries to say anything of merit. 

“He’s not thinkin’ straight.” You feel the words rumble through his chest, but you’re not certain you heard him right. “It’s all this mess with the curse,” Finan mumbles. “It’s gotten in his head.” 

You push back, not leaving his grip entirely, but enough to look up at him. “Are you seriously defending him?” 

His gaze flickers over your face. A twinge of pity tightens his expression, taking in your flushed skin, streaked with tears. “No,” he answers simply. “But I am statin’ a fact. He would’ve never done this if not for that damned devil-witch.” 

A fair point, perhaps. 

The witch Skade had sunk her talons into Sihtric the moment she spewed that curse from her nasty mouth. She poisoned his mind with paranoia, feasted on his fear like a glutton. 

Skade’s played a hand in everything Sihtric has done—undermining Uhtred’s authority, threatening to fight against his friends, betraying all of you by going back to those filthy goddamn Danes. 

“Maybe you’re right,” you bitterly relent. “But it doesn’t matter. You can blame the witch all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that he made a choice! To betray and abandon us, and to leave me just like—” You catch yourself, mouth clamping shut on the vulnerable words. 

Finan doesn’t speak, only watching you as the dim firelight dances over the handsome, yet despondent, planes of his face. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Brushes a knuckle along your cheek, wiping what remains of your tears. 

Your tongue glides over dry lips, mind reeling slightly. He’s always so patient with you. So kind. 

And he’s here. 

Through damp lashes, you hold Finan’s soft gaze. “I’ll never forgive him for this,” you utter of Sihtric. You’ve been hurt so many times by people you cared about. Been left by too many of them. 

Finan gives a terse nod full of understanding. “You don’t have to.” 

“And I won’t sleep in that room,” you add. Your jaw clenches, fighting another wave of bitter emotion at the thought of laying in that big, lonely bed. “I can’t.” 

All too quickly, he says, “Then don’t. Sleep here.” 

A small wrinkle forms between your brows. 

With one hand still on your back, he lifts the other in mock surrender—an awkward gesture given the closeness of your bodies. 

“No funny business.” His vow is tinged with subtle amusement. A bit reluctant, he adds, “It’ll be just like the old days.” 

Back when he and Uhtred were first recovered from the slave ship—before you took Sihtric as your lover. 

You didn’t know Finan then, but you’d tended to his wounds all the same. Cleaned each brutal gash and stitched every cut; sat hunched in a chair until your back began to ache, plucking tiny splinters from his palms, the skin ravaged and raw from tireless hours spent rowing and rowing and rowing. 

But the worst wounds had been the ones unseen. 

The way his muscles tensed whenever he sat by the fire, the crackling logs too similar to the sound of a whip; how nightmares regularly tore him from sleep, blurring the lines between what’s real and what’s not. 

You treated those wounds, too. As best you could. 

Distracted him from the sounds of the fire with terrible quips and embarrassing stories. Spent late nights together in your room, talking about anything and everything until exhaustion would finally win out. And you’d still be there whenever he’d jolt awake, too, when the blackness of the room felt all too much like the hollow belly of the slave ship. 

A faint smile touches your lips. In spite of the awfulness, something beautiful had been born in those dark months. Something light. 

“The old days,” you muse, voice still hoarse from crying. “You mean back when you were always leaving your stench all over my bed?” 

Finan scoffs. “My stench?” He makes a real show of it—leaning in close, his wiry beard scratching at your cheek as he sniffs your hair, only to recoil with a look of exaggerated disgust. Deadpan, he jokes, “I think you must’ve been gettin’ a whiff of yourself, sweetheart.” 

Your laugh is a broken sound, but a laugh all the same. 

“You’re insufferable,” you tell him. 

The corners of his mouth twitch into a grin. “I think you mean irresistible.” 

Your eyes roll as you slide from his embrace. 

“I don’t.”

a/n: i wanna apologize to sihtric for making him seem like a total bitch in this, but tbf it's kinda his fault. maybe tell ur gf w/ all the abandonment issues about your plan, y'know?

anyways, i've been suffering over this piece for a full week now, so if you like it, please leave a comment/reblog/or write me an in-depth love letter about it!

[dani-says-stuff]

the last kingdom?

is there a fandom out there?

do you want mediocre content?

do i give it a shot?

i’ve literally only gotten to season 2 but i swear i folded so fast the second sihtric and finan appeared. i swear there’s not a person who’s not gorgeous on this show—

[darkadaline]

Ashes and Honey

Pairing: Uhtred of Bebbanburg x Finan the Agile x reader

Summary:

In a world where trust is hard-won and safety rarely given, one omega begins a quiet journey toward belonging—with two warriors who refuse to let her walk it alone.

Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

[jacevelaryonswife]

After Dark | Part Three

Finan was a pratical man and didn’t carry the same dilemmas and barriers that his two mates had about you.

pairing: modern! Finan x fem!stripper reader

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), slight praising, swearing. 3k.

after dark masterlist | previous part | the last kingdom masterlist

Finan didn’t carry the same dilemmas and barriers that his two mates had about you.

He was a practical man, mostly, and liked to lead his life with such practicality. It wasn’t a problem for the Irishman to lie down with a lady of the night, in fact, the whole situation was a very simple transaction: he would pay for a service that would be performed deliciously. No blurring, no shyness and no games (not totally, he appreciated certain provocations), just good old fun.

Referring to you on that occasion, it would be considerably expensive fun. Luckily, Uhtred paid well enough for him to enjoy some monthly luxuries in addition to a comfortable life, and that night you would be an extra luxury.

He wasn't stupid to leave the club on the night of Osferth's birthday without your name, asking you directly at the time of the negotiation of Baby Monk's gift. Aura, an interesting stage name.

He also disbursed a significant amount to give a memorable experience to his friend and did not regret it at all when he saw him all red, disconcerted and with a small smile when returning to meet the lads. Obviously the return home was showered by provocations from both Irish and Dane (mainly the first), leaving him blushing more than usual.

It was also obvious that when returning the prop you had thrown in the audience that night to a random employee of the club, Finan took the opportunity to ask if there was any schedule where you would appear again. The man was very enlightening about not having a fixed grid of presentations, but explained that your schedule was mostly nocturnal and that on less busy days you would be in the main hall working with individual dances from 7PM. It made a lot of sense, since with less demand it was necessary to expand the offer to get the money of the degenerates who attended the club at the beginning of the week. A fixed target would be easier. A fixed target like him that Monday night, sitting in a comfortable armchair with a glass of ale in his hand.

It was for a good cause.

The environment seemed more decadent and desperate than Finan remembered and he almost felt like a newly divorced man facing a middle-aged crisis when looking for a younger girl, even though he knew that wasn’t his situation. However, such thoughts dissipated when the music was over and you moved away from the idiot who paid for your attention. About thin heels and satin gloves, you shone in the eyes of the Irish with your lingerie studded with golden stones and a mask that covered the top of your face.

Again, Finan was a very practical man who was not ashamed to call your name before any loser did it. And apparently you didn't see a problem with such an attitude.

"Hey big boy, would you like a dance?" The velvety sound of your voice was very welcome along with the caress over his chin.

"Sure, darling," he pulled a generous note out of his pocket and handed it in your hand, whose assessment of the amount was quite judicious. "How much time do I have?"

“Four minutes,” you massaged his shoulders, swinging your hips to the rhythm of the new song. "I remember you, handsome, friend of the birthday boy and the man with mismatched eyes."

"So in addition to being gorgeous, does the lady have a good memory?"

A goddess on a mountain top

Was burning like a silver flame

"It's hard to forget a man like you," you purred as you sat on his lap.

The summit of beauty and love

And Venus was her name

"With an impressive face and a hot accent," your fingers ran their arms over the shirt, "and those arms. What's your name?"

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

He was no stranger to the tactics that strippers used to keep the spell on their customers, increasing his egos with compliments. He considered himself smart enough not to fall into your web, but felt a certain satisfaction in having his attributes highlighted.

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire at your desire

He smirked, aware of what you were doing, squeezing his thigh in response. “It's Finan, darling.”

"Hi Finan, did you also come to fuck me like your friends did?" You whispered close to his ear.

That sent sparks along his body and made him widen his eyes to the plural job. Friends? So did Sihtric also seek comfort in your body? That Dane bastard...

Well, I'm your Venus

"Only if it's to your liking," he turned his face to face you.

I'm your fire

“I'd really appreciate it, sweetie. And I think you do too." Oh honey, he was sure of that.

At your desire

He watched closely when you positioned your thighs side by side with his legs and let your back fall back to expose your body to the delight of the Irish, who soon explored your soft skin with thick, callous fingers. One leg climbed over the shoulder and made a brief caress against his hard chest, briefly displaying your inner thigh and pussy covered by thin fabrics, before returning to the old position and facing it again.

Her weapons were her crystal eyes

Making every man mad

Black as the dark night, she was

Got what no one else had

"What big hands you have," you murmured as you provocatively grind over his groin.

The deep grunt he released was the perfect vocal response, followed by the squeeze on your waist "Combined with the package," he replied with a smirk.

“I hope it's a big package,” you purred and fingered his jaw.

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

Well, I'm your Venus

"Naughty girl," he gently hit your ass (soft enough not to be expelled by security guards).

I'm your fire

At your desire

"I bet you like it, big boy."

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire

At your desire

He liked — he fucking liked it — a sassy and beautiful little thing to piss him off, a little minx to entertain him in bed.

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire

At your desire

He watched your gaze travel to a clock on a nearby side wall. "Mm, after the song is over we can find out about your big package, what do you say?"

Well, I'm your Venus

A smirk outlined his lips, brown eyes shining in your direction. You were a dirty little thing. "If you insist, baby."

I'm your fire

At your desire

When the instrumental came to an end, Finan lost you from the comfort of his lap. With the implicit invite in your hand raised, he agreed to be guided and displayed as a trophy throughout the club (with a beautiful view of your ass). He watched curiously when another dancer interrupted the route to whisper something in your ear with a dirty smile, looking at him before moving away.

"Mmm, I think the girls are jealous of the delicious fish I caught," you purred proudly, receiving a pretentious look and wolf smile from him. Damn it, you played well, there was no way to deny it.

“I hope I can satisfy your hunger,” he replied in a malicious tone, gaining a satisfied look over his shoulder.

Your answer came in the form of a positive buzz, while guiding him through the corridor into where the rooms were located. "You already know the price and the form of payment, but as I made a discount for his friends I feel obliged to do the same for you. What do you think?"

Sweet.

"I think it's a very smart choice."

Approaching like a panther over the neon lighting of the room, you circled his neck and whispered close to your lips: "Now take me, Finan."

He waited all the fucking night to hear that.

When the Irish’s hands grabbed your body it was almost impossible to push them away. He grabbed your waist and circled an arm on your back when your lips collided in a sweeping and demanding kiss, not wasting time sucking and biting your lower lip, tasting the surprisingly sugary taste of your mouth. A fierce fight for domination was fought during almost the entire act, only for you to surrender to his strong arms. His hands began to tread through the soft and warm body, holding and squeezing your ass covered by bold lingerie, climbing to grab the back of your neck and bring you more impossibly close.

You let a soft hand run between the dark strands of the nape of the neck and pull at them gently, making him grunt against your lips.

"I hope you are quite vocal, this voice is too sexy not to be heard," your sweet words caused a short nasal laugh and intensified his look on you.

"You’ll hear it, sweetheart," his tone was seductively serious against your ear. In an agile movement he raised your thighs and lay carefully above you on the bed. “Bad girl.”

His mouth explored the free path of your jaw, throat until it colorized the soft skin with kisses and hickeys. "Mmm, don't leave marks, sweetheart."

He supported his weight on his right forearm while squeezing and massaging your breasts covered with a distinct softness of the large, calloused hands, the same hands that pulled your shoulders up and removed the glamorous bra without difficulty.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said in a choked voice.

Pushing you back to the soft mattress, Finan grabbed your breasts vigorously, sucking and nibbling on the soft meat and stiff nipples. The wet trail of kisses followed through the silky skin of your stomach, while his hands held your sides possessively until they went down and pulled the beautiful studded lingerie out.

Oh boy, he was not prepared for the sight of the beautiful wet pussy for him.

His mouth was watered with the banquet in front.

You got up with a sly smile and stretched to reach the decorative item similar to a glass vase that kept a large amount of condoms.

“Do you want to eat me out, handsome?” You asked, delivering it.

Tearing the packaging carefully and positioning it, Finan smiled seductively. "I'm going to fucking devour this pretty pussy, darling."

He circled your inner thighs and held your waist before diving in like a hungry man. He loved to smear himself with the nectar and make a big mess before going for the goal, but with the thin plastic protection unfortunately it was not possible. Still, Finan grabbed your pussy greedily, sucking your bundle of nerves while squeezing and massaging your waist. Unfortunately a possessive hand had to let go of your flesh to keep the condom stable on his movements.

“Fuck! Just like that!”

Finan was not oblivious to flattery to captivate customers, but he was quite confident in his skills of eating pussy and humping women up to an abrasive orgasm. He buzzed with satisfaction and kept the pressure on your clit when he felt the thick strands of his hair being held and pulled, fucking loving to have his head packed and buried between your stuffed thighs.

"So good, so greedy," you purred almost out of breath.

"I can say the same, darling," a wolf's smile lit up his face, "such a pretty girl, with such a dirty mouth," he eagerly sucked your clitoris.

“Fuck!” You screamed as you writhed fiercely. "I bet my dirty mouth makes your dick hard?"

"You can bet it does," the slap on your flesh echoed through the room and added to the squeeze around his head. "Bad girl, you should learn a lesson or two," another stronger slap on the same side of the ass, "I bet you’d like that, but I appreciate the beauty of insolence."

Finan intensified the pressure on your nerves until your sounds became louder and more constant. "Don't stop, baby, don't stop!"

He’d never dare. His big brown eyes were positioned on the beautiful face above his to contemplate the reaction of your first orgasm that night. The pretentious smile was a reflection of the Irish’s inflated pride, removing and discarding the condom and looking for a package that fit him.

Finan showed off his impressive body by removing his clothes and shoes before going back to bed and kissing your calf to knee, stopping at seeing your pussy shining with sweet juices of which he almost salivated to taste.

"Damn it, I'm lucky to have a man like you tonight, big and thick," he kneeled lazily on the bed as you explored his chest with both hands and circled his neck to start an aggressive and lustful kiss, receiving nothing less than fire from the Irishman and a big, possessive hand grabbing your ass.

"As much as I wanted to see this beautiful face and tits jumping, I need to hold that ass while I fuck you." His tone was heavy and hoarse, his accent more loaded than usual. He massaged your breasts before you turned slowly and exposed your ass towards him, taking his length and giving it a slight pump. “Slow down, baby,” you warned him.

“Don't worry darling, I'll treat you well,” he massaged your ass affectionately before putting the condom along his length. "Relax and enjoy."

The air was retained in his lungs when he felt the hot and wet squeeze around his cock as he slowly entered your soft walls. One hand rested on your hip for better support and the other held the soft flesh of your ass.

“Fuck!” You cursed out of breath, holding the sheets tightly. “Move.”

"As you wish," he moved superficially, adapting your body to intrusion. Even the smoothest of movements made him grunt with the friction, smoothing your back while deepening into you with each thrust. He let out a hoarse grunt and closed his eyes as he was balls deep in your pussy, feeling the vibrations all over his body and waves of pleasure involving his cock. You squirmed with a slight spasm below him, releasing a long and slightly sharp moan.

"Are you okay?" He interrupted, worried, although desperate to continue.

"I’m fucking fantastic!" You mewled like a sly cat, pushing your hips back. “Fuck me good, baby.”

That's what he wanted to hear.

He hit his hips on yours harder at a steady, almost blunt pace, which partially clouded his sight and involved his senses. There was no time to waste, not when you took him so well and sang sensually, letting him fuck as you wished. He growled when you pushed your ass even more against his groin, giving a firm cap on your soft buttock and grunting when you squeezed it in response. Leaning on your forearm, you looked at him over your shoulder with lascivious desire and face crumpled with pleasure. Finan watched carefully when you sent a hand between your legs, sinking your face back into bed while playing with yourself.

No, you wouldn't hide that beautiful face of yours.

Leaving you, Finan turned your body and took off the mask that covered the top of your face before leaning and an arm supported next to your head. “Eyes on me, beautiful,” he murmured close to your lips, feeling your arms hold his back.

You leveled your face to his, making it more intimate than you should. He held your inner thigh and moved his hips rhythmically, deep into your hot core. "Good girl, so fucking gorgeous," he felt your walls squeeze, which made him laugh satisfied. "You like to be praised, don't you, beautiful?" He plunged his face into the conjuncture between his neck and shoulder and nibbled on sensitive skin.

“Mmm-yes.”

The constant tightening and pulsating of your core made him growling and keeping his pace focused on getting your peak. Your moans became loud and your nails scratched his back when you came strong on his cock, body shaking and sweat accumulated on the top of your forehead. He eagerly waited for the stabilization of your breath and the permission to pursue his own pleasure.

“Move handsome, move, I want to see you cum for me,” you said close to his lips, kissing him eagerly afterwards.

He hit his hips on yours and returned to leave bites and licks in the extension of your neck, his balls weighing with each thrust while his senses seemed to get lost every second.

“Fuck-“

His view became blurred by releasing the load on the condom with a guttural moan, leaning mostly against the bed while feeling his body weigh. All neurons were inert for a short period of time that seemed too long until he came out of you calmly, surprised when you moved to remove the condom and dispose of it in a small trash can away from the bed. A thin layer of sweat lit up his torso when he lay on the bed, watching your hips swing temptingly as he rested next to him.

“Mmm, are you okay, big boy?”

“More than okay, darling, and you?” The wear after sex left him inert for a few seconds, his muscles relaxing and almost anchoring him in bed, he would love a cigarette at that moment.

"Fucking awesome," you purred and turned face down, leaning on your elbows and looking at him. "So... was this planned by you and your friends or did it happen casually?"

That was a really good question.

"When you say friends, do you mean me and Osferth, the birthday boy, or a Dane with different eyes whose name is Sihtric?" He inquired really intrigued.

“The three of you, sugar.”

He couldn't believe it, so that bastard who couldn't stand the idea of paying a woman to have sex kept it a secret all this time about having slept with you? Unbelievable.

"The only plan was Osferth's birthday. I don't know anything else, beautiful," he explained in a deep voice, rolling to leave kisses on your neck and smell your hair.

But then, without him knowing, an interesting plan formed in your mind with the idea of actively fucking those formidable specimens of men at the same time. The sweet Osferth, the serious Sihtric and the nasty Finan. It seemed too delicious to ignore.

"Mmm, how about we plan one more thing, big boy?"

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fluff - △ angst - ◯ Dividers by me🤍

➳ Kindness for those who need it. △ ◯

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The Scottish Princess, Finan x Reader

Summary: Finan meets King Constantin's daughter in Winchester, who is emotionally manipulated by King Alfred and is seeking a reprieve. Multiple parts, WIP.

TW: Emotional manipulation, Panic attacks, Sexual Themes. Mature. Minors DNI.

Your father had secured the borders of Scotland from all directions and felt steadfast in his treaty with King Alfred, a new treaty of peace that you had organized almost singularly during a visit to Wessex. What he did not know is exactly how you had managed to achieve this peace treaty between your nations. 

You were coming of age now, a young woman of 20 years and for the past few years since the treaty had been enacted, you would journey to Wessex every Spring through Autumn and bestow news of the north and surrounding kingdoms to King Alfred as part of the union between nations. Well, at least that is what it seemed to outsiders and to Lady Aelswith. Alfred took a great liking to you, and the two of you had been having an affair for two years now. Although sexually you were pleased to share Alfred’s bed, emotionally you felt unfulfilled, and the guilt of the affair was tearing you apart. You knew Alfred did not think of you as indispensable, as he would never betray his beloved Aelswith - whether for personal reasons or political - so you were determined to end the affair this Spring when you arrived back in Wessex. Any feelings that had grown for the King inside your heart were unrealistic, and you often reminded yourself of this during the winters back home in Scotland when you missed his presence and his touch. When you were in Wessex, you spent months together whilst knowing that he had an obligation to fulfill his husbandly duties as well as those of Kingship, giving him space to do so. However, you were always at his beck and call to return to him every other night as he demanded. It was youth’s foolishness at its peak, and you were consistently manipulated by his handsome charms. It made you feel like a simple whore rather than a woman of nobility. When Alfred sent word that he wanted you to travel to Wessex again this Spring, you had decided to obey, if only to escape the monotony of palace life, yearning for a glimpse of the outside world away from your duties and decorating your father, the King’s, presence. But you were determined to end the affair this year, once and for all, in hopes you could find a noble man and start living again.

You arrived in Winchester on a Spring morning, arriving through the gates with your guard and almost immediately being gestured to the palace by Alfred’s men. 

“Your Highness. The King awaits you urgently.” His guardsman stated, taking you away wistfully into the palace.

As you were guided through the palace corridors, three men passed you by. There was one leading while two others walked slightly behind him, the leader seemingly a Dane judging by his looks with long hair pulled into braids, and kohl blackened eyes that were as blue as the ocean. The second was young, perhaps younger than you, a true Dane it seemed as you took in his armor and stature. The third man was different, a bearded Saxon man with tall, broad shoulders and a breathtaking physique.

The Leader nodded to you with a smirk as he passed, and you managed a small smile. As you passed them by, you turned your head to look back in order to gain another glimpse of the Saxon, who met your gaze as he did the exact same thing.

You entered the King’s hall, a guard gesturing for you to enter the bedchamber. You pushed the door open slowly, peeking in and around, and it instantly made you feel dread in the pit of your stomach. The feeling of being deceitful that you knew all too well.

“Lord King,” you addressed Alfred as soon as he made his presence known from the back corner.

“Hello, Princess.” he managed to speak out before moving for you quickly, lustfully grabbing your body and bestowing a searing kiss to your lips, his tongue tracing yours as you wrapped your arms around him. You fell into his embrace with ease for several moments until he motioned you closer to his bed. You pulled away from him to speak.

“Lord King, I - we must speak,” you managed to get out as his lips came to your neck and his hands ravaged across your body.

“Later,” he whispered as he tugged at the straps of your dress.

“Lord King!” You addressed him sternly, pushing him away from you. Alfred paused and adjusted himself and his clothing, then looked into your eyes.

“My apologies, Your Highness. My hunger for you is… unwaning, it seems. We have been apart for a long time. Come, sit.” He said calmly as he gestured you over to the table in his chamber. You smirked at him, grabbing his hand in yours to squeeze it for a moment which led him to give you a soft, half smile. He always had a very serious demeanor.

“Tell me how your Kingdom fared this past Winter. Tell me what is on your mind.”  He said quietly as he looked at you from across the table.

“It fared well, Lord King, despite a raid or two to the East.” You replied softly. You continued to update him on current events, and then grew silent as your mind switched to the inevitable.

“Lord King, we cannot… I cannot keep traveling to Winchester to live a lie.” You spoke.

Alfred looked down and contemplated for a moment. 

“Life is rarely fair,” He said softly, his half smile returning as he took your hand in his. “Are you telling me that you no longer want me?”

You hesitated to answer his question. It’s not that you didn’t want him. The physical chemistry between the two of you was there. It was the dynamic, the politics, the deception of it all.

He waited a moment for you to reply, and when you didn’t, he stood from the table and walked over to you. The King gestured you up from the table, taking your hand and leading you to the bed. He kissed you hungrily, his hands running up and down your body as you returned his gestures. Before your mind could catch up, you were naked in the presence of the King, in his bed with his body on top of yours. He gave your body what it had been aching for all winter, bringing you to the edge beneath him several times, but the emotional connection was lacking. You wondered if you loved him. How could you not? This was the third Spring that you had answered his call. It was impossible to not get attached. But love? That had to be deeper, you thought. You knew it had to. This could not be love; It could only bring misery to all. You succumbed to desire, the desire to feel wanted or cherished, even if it wasn’t ideal.

You left Alfred’s chamber in a haze, the guards showing you to your quarters. As you got settled and tried to calm the nerves festering within you, you decided that you would go for a walk, perhaps to the Alehouse in Winchester to blow off some steam. After all, being Scottish royalty in Winchester gave you discretion as you were not well known. You adorned your cloak and left the palace, being careful not to be seen by Alfred’s guards.

You approached the bustling Alehouse as dusk settled, taking care to be aware of your surroundings but also moving with confidence. Another reason that you agreed to come to Winchester every year was so that you could feel a sense of freedom, normalcy even that was not alloted to you by your overbearing father. You stepped inside the Alehouse, coming to the counter to request a drink.

Uhtred, Finan, and Sihtric had been at a table nearby, laughing and chatting as they drank. As you stood at the counter you took the cloak of your hood down and as Finan glanced over, he recognized you from the palace instantly. His typical boisterous confidence waned as he watched you from across the room, tempted to walk up to you and speak but he hesitated.

As you took a few large gulps of ale, you glanced across the room and caught the Irishman staring at you. He looked down quickly, but you held your gaze on him and recognized him immediately as well. You held your gaze until he felt your eyes on him, looking up again to meet your eyes with a smirk before getting pulled back into conversation with the men. You assumed that this had to be Lord Uhtred and his men, as you heard everyone address Uhtred as “Lord.” Alfred had told you of Uhtred, hearing valiant stories of him and the men who followed him, but you had yet to have the pleasure of introductions. The King preferred you to be discreet.

As you finished another mug of ale, you placed coins on the counter and stood to leave, walking back out into the crisp night air, knowing that the King would get suspicious of your whereabouts if you stayed away for too long. 

A presence in the dark startled you outside as you reached for your dagger, only to come in contact with Lord Uhtred’s mysterious Saxon man.

“I, uh, sorry.. I didn’t mean to scare ya.” Finan said with a soft chuckle and his hands raised.

You giggled as you sheathed your dagger. “That’s alright... I’m sorry, but I don’t entertain men from Alehouses.” 

Finan laughed. “I didn’t assume that you did. You are a noble, yes? This can’t be a safe place for ya.”

You observed Finan’s stance and assumed his kindness was genuine. He smiled softly at you with twinkling dark eyes and you returned the smile as you spoke.

“I am fine, thank you. I can take care of myself.” You replied, turning to walk away down the street.

Finan nervously hesitated, trying to think of what to say to make you stay with him for a moment. He thought you were enchanting and your confidence attracted him. He moved quickly to catch up with you.

“Hey! Uh, maybe I could escort you back?” He asked.

You noted his accent. It wasn’t Scottish, it was Irish.

“Well…I suppose.” You answered.

He walked next to you quietly for a moment. 

“Your accent.. you are far from home, lady.” Finan said as you met his eyes, giving him a smirk.

“So are you.” 

Finan was easy to talk with and comfortable to be around, something you had experienced so seldomly at the palace or back home with all the intolerable noble men. He coaxed deep laughs from your belly, making you realize how long it had been since you had laughed at all. He flirted with you subtly, pinching your side to tickle you as you giggled.

As the two of you got closer to the Palace after your long walk, the same familiar dread festered in the pit of your stomach. You took a hand to your belly, taking a deep breath as anxiety hit you again, stopping to lean against a tree. You couldn’t keep living this way. But as far as you knew - Alfred could have as much control as he wanted over you. Especially now that you had submitted yourself to him again.

Finan looked at you and witnessed the disdain and discomfort you held, his brows furrowing with concern as he leaned his arm above you against the same tree.

“Hey, are ya all right?” 

You hesitated before answering, taking a gulp as tears filled your eyes. 

“No… no I am not… I cannot go back, I cannot!!!” You responded as your hands started shaking, a panic attack festering inside you as your heart raced to no end.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Finan said lightheartedly as he took your arms gently, gesturing for you to sit down with him. “Just breathe, you’re okay… you’re okay,” he whispered as he took your hands, looking into your eyes. He was so familiar with what you were going through.

“I cannot… I cannot…” you continued to pant as you sat with Finan on the ground, tears falling from your eyes onto your warm cheeks. He interlaced his fingers with yours as he sat with you, looking at you intently. 

“Breathe with me, pretty girl… it's going to be okay. I’m here with ya.” He comforted, bringing you back down to earth slowly.

After your breathing had come closer to normal and you stopped shaking as much in Finan’s hands, he took the back of his hand to your cheek, a slight caress that continued to bring your awareness back. 

“What is it that you fear? Has someone mistreated ya?” He whispered.

You brought your eyes to Finan’s again, hesitating to answer for a moment as you looked into his deep brown eyes. 

“I…the King, he… I am ashamed…” is all you could muster out, tears filling your eyes again as Finan looked at you.

“I’ve heard he’s a real arse when it comes to women...” Finan responded with disdain.

“I just… I can’t do it anymore. He controls my life and I can’t live like this anymore,” You replied sternly as your anxiety turned to anger. You got up from your seated position, starting to walk in the opposite direction of the palace.

Finan stood and trudged after you. “Lady, uh, where are ya goin’?”

“Anywhere but here.” You mumbled, just loud enough for Finan to hear.

“Lady,” Finan started as he caught up to you and sighed. “… it’s not safe for ya to wander the streets at night. You can have my room at the Inn.”

Tears fell from your eyes again as you turned around and came closer to Finan, burying your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around his torso. He let you grasp him for a moment, hesitant at first, then brought his strong arms around you to hold you. You stayed with him like that for a moment, until Finan grew nervous, looking around for onlookers for fear of being seen with you. He pulled away and took your hand in his.

“Come, let’s go.” 

You nodded and followed him to the Inn, his large strong hand enveloping yours. It was quiet and only a few townspeople were out and about. He took you up the stairs to a modest room, and as you entered Finan fumbled with his things, nervously preoccupying himself with making space for you. He then lit the hearth, quietly keeping to himself as you took in the space.

The King had noticed your absence as the night hour grew late, and he was silently furious.

“Lord King, she is not within the Palace.” Alfred’s guard told him after they had searched high and low for you throughout the grounds.

Your anxiety had ceased now that you were within four walls, but you were aware of Finan keeping his distance from you as he sat at the table, pouring you both a glass of wine. He turned to look at you and handed you the glass.

“You can, uh.. have the bed.” He mumbled as you looked at him, searing into his gaze and making his heart race. You took the glass from him, taking a sip before setting it down, your eyes remaining on him. He was stunning, even with all of his armor you imagined his body would be tantalizing underneath it. You hadn’t been in the close presence of a true warrior such as this, and he was treating you so sweetly, a pure gentleman. He had settled your body and mind just by being near. In a strange way, it made your heart and your core ache for him.

You took Finan’s hand again, this time turning his palm up and bringing it to your mouth, bestowing a wet kiss to his calloused palm. He took a deep breath as he watched you, his eyes lingering on your lips as you traced his hand with them. He felt his cock grow hard and pulled his hand away from you, holding your eye contact.

“Do you not crave a woman’s touch?” You whispered to him as he held your gaze.

He smirked at you, his eyes deep with lust.

“And if it gets me killed? I have a feeling that you are an important woman.” 

You looked at him innocently, moving closer to him until your noses almost touched. You longed to kiss him and feel his tongue, the combination of ale and his handsome gaze on you making you feel steadfast in your feelings of wanton desire. You longed for him to touch your body and fulfill your needs as you witnessed the light red flush across his cheeks.

“You can take pleasure from me, Irishman. I permit it.” You whispered in his ear, giving Finan a deep shudder throughout his body. You bravely brought your hand down to graze at his hard cock in his trousers, causing Finan to let out a soft moan.

“Not… until you tell me who ya are.” He replied sternly as he jumped away, looking at you with the same desire but a change in his eyes.

You sighed, turning away from him as you stepped away slowly. He watched you as you crossed your arms and turned back to face him. You didn’t want to admit who you were to him. You would rather enjoy yourself and be ravaged by a man who didn’t seek to control your life.

“The daughter of King Constantin.” You replied hesitantly.

Finan’s eyes widened as his breath caught in his throat, causing him to cough before he spoke.

“No. No way. This is not happenin’. Absolutely not!” 

You released your arms and came closer to him again, putting your hands on his arms and seeking to align with Finan’s gaze again as his shocked expression didn’t fade.

“I only seek to be my own woman.” You muttered to him.

“No. Not only are you a royal, but Alfred desires you? No. I value my freedom, lady.” He said, pulling away from your grasp.

You sighed as you watched him walk back to the table, pouring a glass of ale and turning back to look at you as he gulped it down, then sat down with a sigh.

“You can stay here for tonight. That… is all.” He commanded.

You smirked at him. “Thank you, Finan.”

“No, don’t thank me. In fact… stay over there,” he gestured at the distance between you, chuckling lightly.

You grinned at him and took a few steps closer to him, grabbing your cup of wine from the table and taking a drink. Finan immediately stood from the table, begging distance from you.

“No! Nope,” he said with his hands up as he stepped away from you. His actions made you giggle again.

“Finan, I am not the devil!” You chuckled.

Finan laughed deeply, grabbing his ale and taking a gulp as you continued to slowly come close to him, backing him into a wall.

“Keep your distance from me, temptress!” He chuckled, signing the cross at his chest with his hand, dodging your attempt to come closer to him.

You grabbed his hand with yours and pulled him towards you as he continued to pull away.

“Agh,” he groaned.

You giggled and brought your face close to his, your noses touching as you both became serious. You grazed your lips softly over his, waiting for him to deepen your soft touch into a kiss as he bestowed his hands upon your hips, pulling you closer to him.

 A harsh knock came upon the door, Uhtred shouting from behind it.

“Finan, the King requests our assistance!” 

You pulled away from Finan, holding his eye contact as he shook his head.

“No, please… don’t answer.” You pleaded. Finan sighed as he looked at you, then walked away and gestured to open the door. Uhtred looked in and saw you standing there, keeping his gaze on you for a moment until he looked to Finan. Uhtred rolled his eyes.

“And what is this?!” Uhtred asked sternly, recognizing you from the palace.

“It’s… the reason the King asks for our assistance, I presume.” Finan smirked.

Sihtric had followed and joined Uhtred at the door, looking to you in surprise. He then looked at Finan and laughed, which brought a small smile to Uhtred’s lips.

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

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

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𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

・In the late afternoon sun, you were riding in the march towards the battlefield.

・Not far from Uhtred, you heard the gallop of someone approaching.

"Lady," a young soldier said.

"Aye, you have eyes. Good for you," you replied without looking at him.

"No, Lady, you've been summoned."

・You snorted.

・As did your horse.

Your voice fell flat as you spoke, "no one summons me."

・The young soldier looked around for help, and his eyes saw Uhtred, who broke from the formation.

"She is right, no one summons her-" Uhtred began to say.

But the young, and quite nervous, soldier, butted in "-sir please, can you tell your wife that she is needed elsewhere."

・You looked at Uhtred, who looked at the soldier than at you.

・Father Pyrlig had appeared from nowhere (he had been galloping behind the soldier trying to get him to stop before he reached you.)

"Did you not hear me, boy?" Pyrlig rasped from his horse.

"No Father Pyrlig, I had my orders-"

"You have been a soldier for all of five minutes and now look. You've made things awkward. And held up the line. Look! Anyway. I was trying to tell you...she listens to no one but Uhtred."

And without missing a beat, the boy-soldier said,

"Yes, like a good wife should."

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧

・You had been in a constant battle of wits with Finan all morning.

・The rule was that the first to break i.e., smile/laugh, would lose and have to do what the other says for the rest of the day

・As noon ticked by, Uhtred's men and yourself had reached your destination.

・Men nodded to one another, climbing off of horses and clasping arms.

・It wasn't until a young ... well you couldn't even call him a man yet, he barely fit the uniform...

・So the young man had approached you two, helmet still on and asked, "why did you bring your wife to battle?"

・Both, you and Finan blanched.

・You looked at Finan, who looked back at you and smirked.

"Aye, can't get rid of her. So, I just take her with me," and then the Irishman shrugged.

・Your nose flared.

・The young soldier nodded and disappeared.

・Finan started laughing.

・You were bright red.

"Finan...I win."

"What? No!"

"Yes! You smiled! You're laughing!"

"Only because -"

"No, Finan. Rules are rules. You must do what I say for the rest of the day, Husband."

・But oh...You have no idea what that word, coming from your mouth, does to him.

・He so desperately wants it to be true.

𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜

・You laughed along with Finan, spilling ale and wheezing at his jokes. A funny man became hilarious when drink had been drunk...

・Sihtric watched from the opposite bench, with stars in his eyes as he looked at you.

・He had barely drunk any ale, but still smiled, with everyone revelling around him; all he could think about was you.

・Truth be told, you were on his mind constantly.

・At night he lay with your smile in his mind. The way you rolled your eyes behind Uhtred's back. Or the way you pointed out cows when travelling.

・You hadn't drunk this much in a long while. But you wanted to celebrate with everyone else.

・But with Osferth gone to bed, Finan being hoisted onto the back of Uhtred, Sihtric was ... well he was your designated handler.

・Ushering you out the door, you walked ... well, you wobbled to your room

・Finan was nearly unconscious, but still making it difficult for Uhtred to carry him.

"I want another drink-" Finan began, and Sihtric laughed, "there is more in your room."

"Oh, is there!" You said, turning to face him. But the movement was too much and you tripped.

・Luckily Sihtric had caught you.

・Then an unfamiliar voice sounded behind you all, making Sihtric, Uhtred and yourself turn:

"Your wife seems quite the handful!" The man said and kept on walking.

"That was odd," Sihtric murmured.

𝐎𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡

・You two had risen with the sun, unlike Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric.

・You decided to take a stroll with one another. It was a thing you did together often. Both close friends, having spent much time together, you grew to like his company...

・In the dim morning light, you walked through the edge of town, and came across two girls. Sisters. Not many years apart.

・They were both holding a bunch of wild flowers, and walked straight toward you two and looked at Osferth.

・It was the older girl who spoke, "Does your wife want a flower? They're pretty!"

・Osferth was shook to the core.

・But you just smiled and nudged him.

"H-How much?" Osferth asked, and the girls squealed. They had not approached you two for business.

・Osferth gave them more money than they had ever seen (which wasn't much in the big picture of things. But to two girls under ten, it was a lot.)

・They gave you half the bunch and ran home, giggling all the way.

・You looked at Osferth, and suddenly became shy. He looked at you and smiled, tucking one flower behind your ear and handing you the rest.

𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦

・A month had gone by since the last time you saw Aldhelm and you missed him dearly.

・unbeknownst to him, he had missed you more than you could imagine.

・You finally had the chance to visit Mercia and so you went.

・Travelling the roads until you got to the gates.

・Lady Æthelflæd was glad to receive you. She knew the feelings Aldhelm had for you, but she never pried.

・After refreshing yourself, you walked to his chambers and knocked on the door.

"Just a moment," a called out. He was nearly completely dressed to walk out the door.

・You didn't say anything

・Aldhlem opened the door and his jaw nearly fell to the floor.

"Why didn't you tell me it was you!"

・His arms slid around you, pulling you flush against him.

"I wanted to surprise you!"

"Well consider yourself accomplished. Because I am."

・All you could do was smile. And hope that Aldhelm couldn't hear your thumping heart.

・He took you down to the alehouse; telling you this was a cause for celebration.

・The whole while, your arm was threaded through his, your shoulders bouncing against one another as you walked.

・Then suddenly an old, grouchy voice sounded -

"With that much touching, I do hope you are married..." the old man said. His skin weathered. Lips thin.

"Very immodest," another grunted.

They nodded along with one another, and you couldn't help but blush.

"Do not worry about them," Aldhelm said, still holding onto you, but the look in his eyes was all too obvious...to everyone but you.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜

・You both had been riding day and night to catch up to the King.

・News from Uhtred had shaken the very course of this war with the Danes.

・Arriving at first light, you both dismounted, and slightly grunted in doing so.

・Leofric helped you, and stayed by your side as you both searched for the King's tent.

・Just as you were about to enter, a guard standing at the entrance made a comment.

"Oh, so once Leofric humps a woman, he drags her with him, wherever he goes? I want a woman like her."

・Leofric turned slowly, eye twitching as the words hung in the air.

"Say it again," he growled. Looking straight at the man. He was shorter than Leofric, and was much stupider than he.

・The man mumbled something.

"Aye? What was that?" Leofric grunted, taking one step forward.

・You watched Leofric, who was the most mad you had ever seen him.

"I'm sorry," the man said. Barely above a whisper.

"Don't apologise to me, you ass. Apologise to the lady."

"I'm s-sorry m'lady," the man wobbled as he spoke and lowered his head.

・Leofric looked to you, and you nodded.

[uramakimochi]

[EDIT]: i did it guys! you can check my tlk fics from my pinned masterlist^^

Hellooo eveyone~

Is there anyone from the "The Last Kingdom" fandom still active here on Tumblr?? Because i'd really like to try to write some (x reader) fanfictions but i don't want to spend my time writing if there are only a few people who are going to read them, you know what i mean? (I should rewatch the show first though).

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— FINAN AND SIHTRIC COMPETING FOR YOUR AFFECTIONS WOULD INCLUDE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

table of contents; fluff, banter, reader is living my dream, finan being his cocky self, sihtric is ever the gentleman, this is lwk canon af, suggestive in places, so much testosterone, finan is a grumpy ole man, just sit back and bathe in the delulu. (it’s a river in tumblr)

— HOW IT STARTED.

finan saw you first.

you were going about your day, minding your business as you served ale to your customers like you always do, when you caught his eye.

he’d been staring, his dark eyes watching your every move the way a cat would stalk a mouse.

“what are you looking at?” asked his friend, mismatched eyes following those of finan to seek out what had occupied his undivided attention.

sihtric saw you second.

“she is beautiful.” observed sihtric, to which finan grunted in agreement.

then the irishman frowned. “i saw her first.”

“i saw her second.”

we’ve already established that.

and so the battle commenced.

there would be a feast that night. music; dancing; ale and wine; women.

the two men glared at one another, pumping out their chests.

“ya only want her ‘cause i do.” finan accused, narrowing his eyes.

sihtric smirked, oddly-coloured eyes darting to you, then back again. “i would have spotted her eventually, my friend.”

“well i spotted her immediately,” finan countered, thumbing the leather of his doublet. “how many times do i wonder ya’ve seen her before and not batted an eye — blue or brown?”

the dane scoffed, thumbing his own leathers as he shifted his feet. “i think i would remember a lady like her, finan.”

“funny,” finan took a step nearer. “i don’t recall seeing her around. i’d remember her, too.”

sihtric quirked the brow that bears a scar beneath it. “uh-huh, what is her name?”

“. . .”

“. . .”

“well i don’t know that yet, do i?” finan chided, a little too defensive. “ya little runt.”

“can i get you lads anything?”

they both jumped at the melody of your voice, finan’s hand flying to his chest while sihtric gazed down at you with bulging eyes.

you gave them a strange look, lips smirking. “did i scare you?”

once finan regained his composure he cleared his throat and leaned against the bar, eyes soft. “you could never scare me, lady. please, excuse my friend,” he leaned forward to whisper the next bit. “he’s not great with women.”

you shot a glance at sihtric who rolled his eyes at the irishman.

“ale?” you offered, jug in-hand.

sihtric parted his lips to speak, but finan turned to him with sour features and hissed. “i saw her first.”

then he returned his gaze to you. “i’d love one, sweet lady.”

you smiled and filled his cup. “and you?”

“i would also love one.” sihtric propped his elbows atop the bar as you poured him some ale, eyes wondering over your face.

“it is rude to stare, my friend.” finan scolded him, which earned him a giggle from you. he smirked, proud. “and get ya mucky elbows off the lady’s bar.”

sihtric only motioned to finan’s own arms which were bent against the oak, then uttered his thanks when you slid the cup into his open hand.

“what is your name?”

finan scoffed at the dane’s question. “smother the poor woman, why don’t ya?” though he was only annoyed he hadn’t asked you that first.

you looked between them with a smile, then gave your name. sihtric grinned at you, igniting a flutter within your stomach. “a pretty name for a pretty lady. please, call me sihtric.”

he offered his hand and you took it, only to flush deeply at your cheeks when he turned it in his palm to kiss it. “and this here is finan.”

the man in question glared at sihtric through a swig of ale, then turned to you. “i would kiss your hand, lady, truly i would. only, i don’t know where my friend’s mouth has been. . . on many other women, i reckon.” he leaned closer to murmur, “if i were you, i’d wash ya hands.”

“thought i was not great with women?” sihtric nudged him. “do not listen to him, lady. he is a jealous little man.” he leaned closer also. “but i am not.”

finan took another sip, then forced himself between sihtric and the counter. “i saw you first.” you chuckled at that, resting a hand at your hip.

“and i do not think ya pretty, i think ya beautiful.” then he glanced back at sihtric as if to say ‘hah.’

“would ya dance with me tonight?” he asked you, and behind him sihtric huffed.

you took your lip between your teeth, eyeing each of the men as they awaited your answer. “the tavern will be busy, but if i find the time, then yes, finan, i’d be honoured to dance with you.”

he pushed himself away from the bar with a grin, the masculinity that festered between them almost as potent as the stale air of the alehouse.

“i will see you boys later.” you said with a smile, then left them to their bickering.

they both wished you farewell at the same time, then exchanged standoffish expressions once you’d gone.

“you only did that because i was winning.” sihtric grumbled, drinking from his cup.

“i was going to ask her anyway. it’s like i said, old friend,” and finan took a gulp from his own. “ya not great with women.”

“at least i asked her name.” the dane shot back.

“i was going to ask her for her name before ya interrupted me.” snapped finan, his brow wrinkling.

sihtric finished his drink, then clapped a hand to the irishman’s shoulder. “so it begins, then.”

finan shrugged his hand off. “so begins nottin’. she’s mine, you’ll see.”

“for now, maybe.” sihtric leaned toward his ear. “soon we will see who is truly great with women.”

as he sauntered away, finan watched him with a face like a slapped arse. “ya just a baby!” he called after him, then sunk his weight against the counter. “i saw her first.”

“might i have this dance?”

you turned at the voice’s familiarity, the steel tankard in your hand squeaking as you polished it. “still competing with your friend for the first dance?”

“well, i asked first.” finan reminded you with a cheeky glint, a far less predatory gloss to his eyes this time.

you nodded and returned the tankard to its shelf, then leaned against the counter. he mirrored you, leaving a small gap between your faces.

“like how you saw me first?”

“precisely,” he glanced around, then turned to you again with that same mischievous gaze. “i think ya can retire from ya duties to join me for a moment.”

the bar was empty, save for you. everyone else was dancing or drinking or both. “i think i can, too.”

so he led you into the space where people swayed to the music, lost within themselves and each other.

“ya look beautiful.” he told you, one hand landing at your waist whilst the other took yours in his.

“why, thank you.” you gushed, resting your other hand atop his shoulder.

you moved in time with the song — a slow, steady beat. he pressed you to him, holding you close. over his shoulder you caught sight of his friends, a familiar face standing out from the rest.

sihtric watched you behind his alehorn, not drinking from it, but rather trying to conceal his thoughts. you could read them just fine; his expression did him little justice.

“your friend appears thwarted, to say the least.”

finan did not need look to know. “he is not known for taking defeat so lightly.” he hovered his lips at your ear, breath tickling it. “just another reason why i am the better choice.”

“i see.” you lifted your fingers from his shoulder to give sihtric a small wave. the gesture was not returned, his focus solely pinned on shooting daggers at the back of finan’s head. “he is not happy.”

“let him stew in his misfortune.” finan gave your back a light pat, regaining your attention. “and let us enjoy ourselves.”

you challenged him with an arch of your brow and a broad, goading smile. “you hardly know me. do you think my affections are won so easily?”

“i know ya enough.” he retorted with practiced charm. with a silver tongue such as his, it was small wonder to you how he survived so much. “and i plan to become acquainted with ya all the more, if i may.”

you glanced at sihtric again, his eyes fixed to yours and finan’s interlaced fingers. “you may.”

— HOW IT PROCEEDED.

you’d never known such attention, especially not all at once. it got to the point that you contemplated asking uhtred he put the two men on leashes.

“finan, i can manage.” you griped as you heaved a barrel from the wine cellar.

“are ya sure?” he asked, arms at the ready should you changed your mind.

you huffed, eyeing the man. “very sure.”

“here, allow me.” offered sihtric, reaching for the barrel.

“thank you, but that’s quite alright.” you rebuffed, wishing they’d stop badgering you.

“you heard the lady,” finan folded his arms. “she said she could do it. are ya questioning her ability to move a barrel, sihtric?”

you groaned, on the verge of banning them both from your tavern.

“i am simply concerned for her wellbeing,” his friend parroted back. “those barrels can be heavy.”

“so are ya questioning her strength?” finan continued to stir the way he would when he felt sihtric had, how he’d say, the upper hand.

“you tried to carry it first.” sihtric shot back with his usual sass. “you are usually the first to point out how you are the first.”

“so childish.” finan said with a tut, then turned to you. “such a man-child. ya cannot be doing with that, sweet lady.”

you scrubbed at your eyes, hands dropping when you could finally face them again. “listen—”

“he started it!” sihtric blurted, pointing at the irishman who looked between you with a shake of his head.

“see now, i would never snap at ya like that—”

“right, both of you out.” and you herded them toward the door. “come back when you have grown up.”

finan began to chime in but you held up a silencing hand. “no, i have heard enough.” you told him sharply. “out.”

sihtric sniggered.

“i am angry with you, too.” you told him with a jab of your finger.

his face dropped and you slammed the door before he could pipe up.

“now look what ya did.” finan hissed, delivering a smack to the back of his head.

and then there was the time the door to the tavern just ‘came loose’. to this day you’re certain one of them loosened the hinges on purpose.

“my sweet lady,” finan announced, opening and closing the door a few times, then gave it a tug. “it would seem this door has seen better days.”

“you did slam it rather hard.” sihtric voiced, barging finan from his way to inspect the hinges.

“yeah, ‘cause of you.” finan grumbled, batting the dane’s hands away. “ya don’t even know what you’re looking at, little dane.”

“i am taller than you.” sihtric quipped.

finan tsked at that. “by a finger nail, perhaps.” and stuck his middle finger up.

sihtric swiped for it. “how many doors have you fixed, anyway?”

finan threw him a sidelong glance, then gave the door an ‘expertly’ tap in several different places, pressing his ear to the wooden face of it. “ah, i know what the problem is.”

sihtric glared at him, incredulous. “what are you listening for?”

“it has woodworm.” finan concluded, thumbing his belt as he turned to you. “an easy fix, if i may, my darlin’.”

“woodworm.” sihtric scoffed. “you made that up.”

“everything was made-up by someone.” the irishman retorted.

you smirked at their exchange. “what is woodworm, finan?”

“it is a wood-eating infestation, my dear woman. it burrows into the timber, ya see,” he pointed at the door, but at no part of it in particular. “nasty things, so they are.”

“you do not talk like that,” sihtric remarked. “you read that in a book, didn’t you?”

“at least i can read.” replied the irishman lowly.

“how did it get in there, then?” sihtric challenged, arms folded.

finan blinked, then squinted at the man. “in all manners of ways, i’ll have ya know.” he took a step toward him. “care to explain in which manner my foot ended up your arse?”

sihtric snorted. “your foot is not up my arse.”

“not yet.” finan leered.

“you are funny, finan.” the blue and brown-eyed man took a step forward, too. “if you are looking for a stick, i might know where you lost it.”

“spose i should start looking at my lovely lady’s backside where i’d be sure to find yer lips, ya little arse-kisser.”

“children, children, please.” you wrenched an arm between them and they backed away from one another. “fix my door, if you must, then kindly be on your way. i have much to do and would rather do it without your squabbling.”

they glanced at you; then at each other, stared the other down; then both raced for the door.

you watched them fight over the hinges, trying to jam their hands into the small gap whilst shoving each other in the side.

it was like watching two kids fight over a slice of cake.

then finan snapped his hand back with a wince, cradling his fingers. “ya did that on purpose, ya shite!”

“i did not!” sihtric placed a hand over his chest, feigning shock or even offence. “you are clumsy.”

“they call me finan the agile, not finan the clumsy.” he growled. “i dance around men on the battlefield, y’know.”

“well, work your magic, by all means.” sihtric took a step away from the door. “dance.”

you shushed them and took finan’s hand in yours, assessing his fingers. “well, they are not broken.” you told him, stroking them gently. “but swollen, yes.”

“he could have crushed them.” finan mumbled, laying it on thick. “ya don’t want to let a finger-crusher court ya, lady.” he kissed his teeth. “bitter little man.”

“if i were truly courting her, it would not be her fingers that risked injury.” sihtric deadpanned, though the implication made you blush all the same.

“and you keep calling me little,” he went on, smirking over his shoulder. “you are the one with small man syndrome. i know this because you display every symptom, friend. temper-tantrums, a fuse almost as short as you, and the like.”

finan huffed out through his nostrils. “by a finger nail.”

you shook your head, adjusting his fingers within your grip. “can you bend them?”

“of course, i can, sweet’eart. we irish aren’t so brittle.” and he bent his fingers in front of your face, then booped your nose. “gotcha.”

“you put your fingers in the way because it is the only way you can get the lady to hold your hand.” sihtric accused, wobbling the door in its frame.

“ya just shitting y’self ‘cause a bruised ego isn’t so easy to tend to.” finan quipped, then leaned down to murmur. “he has chased so many other women, ya see. now he has many wounds from his attempts to show for it.”

sihtric muttered something under his breath, still struggling with the door.

“such a shame that he’ll soon have a broken heart to accompany them.” finan chortled, then let out a pained noise when you bent one of his fingers back.

“be nice.” you berated, then approached sihtric. “those women must have been blind.”

the younger man smiled down at you, finally freeing the door from its rusted hinges.

“what’re ya doing?!” finan marched up to him, conveniently placing himself between the two of you. “why did ya take the whole bloody thing off?!”

sihtric looked at him like he’d been asked to recite the alphabet backwards. “you said it had worms.”

“it’s not a physical worm, ya absolute menace.”

“finan is right.” you laid a hand atop his shoulder. “they are beetles.”

they turned to regard you with expressions that alternated between both surprise and perplexity.

“how d’ya know that?” finan asked, genuine.

“because i know what woodworm is,” you told him with an amused smile. “and my door does not have it. if it did, you would see the damage.”

finan opened and closed his mouth again with a furrowed brow, then you turned to sihtric. “please, put my door back.”

“yes, go on. very bad manners to rip a lady’s door off.” finan told him with a wag of his finger. “he is heavy-handed, always has been.” he drawled, murmured.

“you said it had worms.” sihtric hissed, trying to realign the door.

“i said it had woodworm which is a beetle.” finan corrected with a smirk.

“well you were wrong.” then sihtric switched his glare to a sweet smile when he looked to you. “do not fret, my fair lady, i will fix it.”

“with what? hopes and prayers?” finan pushed him aside. “let me handle this.”

you ended up having to replace the door entirely and fitted it yourself whilst they watched.

oh and how could you forget about the bouquet debacle? you’d never received so many flowers.

“those are pretty flowers.” sihtric had observed one day, nodding to a cluster of floral wildness that sprouted from the soil before him — each petal differing in shade from the last.

“so they are.” finan agreed.

they looked at each other, then the flowers, then each other again. there was a pause, then the two men dove for the bloom, hands wrestling for their stalks.

“find your own flowers!” sihtric seethed, clenching them in his palm while his free hand tried to pry finan’s away. “and do not tell me you saw them first.”

“how do ya know i didn’t?” finan grunted, digging his boots into him.

but it was the dane who prevailed. he leapt to his feet, bouquet raised tauntingly. “you got to dance with her, it is only fair.”

finan rolled onto his side, dusting his front down. “that’s fine, some men do not need flowers to impress a lady. make it your apology gift for breaking her door.”

“i helped her mend it.” sihtric defended, wiping bugs and dirt from the flowers.

“ya did not,” finan took to his feet. “ya got in her way until she kicked ya out.”

sihtric narrowed his eyes at him. “you hammered the nails in upside down.” he waved his hands around, exasperated. “how do you even hammer something that only has one sharp end in upside down?”

“i was distracted by her beauty.” finan grinned, arms spread out at his sides.

“she cannot hear you, you know.” grumbled the former.

so that night sihtric presented you with the bouquet—a little bent and misshapen—but you appreciated the gesture, placing them in a vase along with the others that both men had offered you over the weeks. you’d acquired quite the collection; the tavern never smelled so nice.

and finan arrived soon after, unveiling a fresh loaf of bread. “here,” he’d said. “a lady who works so tirelessly must keep her strength.”

your stomach growled at the sight and you took it in both hands, very thankful indeed. “oh, thank you! i will get some bowls. please, eat with me.”

the irishman grinned, triumphant. he was absolutely considering it a date. but his smile faded as soon as it came when you invited sihtric to join you.

when you disappeared to the kitchen, sihtric threw an angry finger at the man. “you do not bake.”

“i never said i do.” finan sighed, helping himself to a jug of ale. “you did not grow those flowers.”

“no, but i picked them personally.”

“and i bought that bread personally.”

the only time the pair of them saw eye to eye when it came to you, was when you dared to spike another man’s interest.

“are you seeing what i’m seeing?” sihtric nudged his friend.

“i am.” finan answered into his cup.

“she is laughing.” sihtric panicked, shifting in his seat.

“yeah, at him.” finan slammed his cup down, straightening in his chair to watch more closely. “he is making a fool of himself, surely.”

they both watched from afar, faces thunderous when the man touched your arm. you didn’t back away.

sihtric shook his head, jaw ticking. “i think she is enjoying his company.”

“so the man has jokes,” finan was practically seething. “so do i.”

you indeed were laughing when they approached, though on closer inspection your laughter seemed forced and solely at the man’s expense.

two gravelly throats cleared themselves behind him and he turned, jumping a little. “can we help you?”

you smiled, then took that as your opportunity to escape.

“no, but you can.” sihtric told him, hand poised at his sword’s hilt.

the man glanced at it, then back up, gaze flitting between them. “and how might i do that?”

“by leaving.” finan jutted his chin in the door’s direction.

the man frowned. “i don’t understand—”

“i do not think we can make it any clearer.” sihtric warned, slicing at the words with his tongue.

finan took a step nearer, expression fierce. “we could arrange to have ya carried, big man.” the threat was delivered icily, so much so that the man shuddered.

he never bothered you again.

— IF YOU CHOSE SIHTRIC.

it was probably through rather traditional means. with uhtred’s blessing, he vowed to wed you before he bed you.

he would not wait long before taking you for his wife. the battle for your heart had been a tedious one, perhaps the toughest he’d ever fought.

might as well make it official before his god.

but it had been uhtred who took it upon himself to hurry things along. “sihtric, loyal friend, we cannot bear these longing looks of love much longer. wed the girl, of this i actually beg. you know i do not beg.”

it made sihtric laugh, deep and from the pit of his chest. “lord, i fear the longing looks will not stop with marriage.”

finan, to your surprise, was not as sore of a loser as you’d expected. you broke the news of your decision to him gently out of fear he might kill his opponent, but if anything, he took it on the chin like it merely inconvenienced him.

he took sihtric’s hand, then clasped his shoulder with the other. “ya fought well, my friend. i guess all that arse-kissing paid off.”

sihtric chuckled, genuine and hearty. “it did, friend. she will be my bride, finan. that means you will not have to worry about losing to me next time.”

the irishman guffawed and drew a cross over his chest with his fingers. “well, thank the lord for that.”

of course, he still held a torch for you. a flame like that is not so easily extinguished. on the odd occasion, finan would throw a wink or a flirtatious comment your way; harmless, and no doubt to soften the blow of seeing you at his best friend’s side every day.

he might remind you of what you could’ve had, but sihtric would soon shut him up with a stern glare.

so they drank to it like men, both of them secretly relieved that their little contest had come to an end, which in the grand scheme of things was pretty silly.

“i let ya win, y’know.” finan jeered through a mouthful of ale.

“well then i must thank you, finan,” sihtric grinned. “thanks to your act of virtue, it is me who gets to hump her, not you.”

“virtue?” finan grinned. “a big word for a dane. where’d ya learn it?”

“it is not that big.”

“y’know what else isn’t that big?”

sihtric huffed. “please, do not say my cock.”

— IF YOU CHOSE FINAN.

you went to sihtric first, letting him down gently. he did not try to hide his disappointment but he smiled and said, “the heart wants what it wants. i wish you both happiness, sweet lady. and my friend deserves a woman as kind as you. finan, he can be a lot, but he will never harm you.”

so you went about seeking out the irishman, though you always hear him before you see him.

and when you told him the words he’d been yearning to hear since the moment his eyes first found you, he ravished you in a way one might inhale a mutton chop amidst starvation.

a man starved, he certainly was.

he had not been with a woman since meeting you, and with a sex drive as high as his, he was pleased he had not deprived himself for nothing.

to put it simply, he did not wait until your wedding night to hump you.

if anything, it was uhtred who encouraged him to elope before he impregnated you. “finan, the two of you are like rabbits in spring. for the love of what is good and pure, marry the poor girl.”

and so he did. and before long, there were many mini finans running around to remind sihtric of his loss.

but we all know that any woman in her right mind would have chosen both.

[lizziedias]

[captainlunaxmen]

Frustration

Finan x fem!reader

Hi! I got this idea last night and thought to write, to ease the wait for the next Finnick's chapter.

Hope you'll like it, let me know❤️

Summary: The Reader can't stand when Finan opposes himself to her involvement in the group's plans.

Warnings: mention of bleeding, mention of sexual assault.

I can feel a headache growing in my skull, Uhtred and Finan have been fighting for far too long now.

I take a big gulp of ale and stand to join them and put an end to it. I get in between them, separating them.

"Would you please stop, now?" I demand, i turn to Finan, "I am going. End of story."

"No you're not." He insists and I deeply sigh, more frustrated then before.

"They don't know her! She can blend in better than us." Uhtred almost shouts out of frustration.

"He's right, Finan, it's the only way we can find out about their plans." Sihtric chimes in, supporting our plan.

"She can't." Finan insists, "no way."

"I can't?" I ask, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"You've not trained enough. It's too dangerous." Finan insists, hard expression on his face.

"Excuse me?"

"She's more prepared than me." Osferth supports us too.

"That doesn't say a lot..." Sihtric mutters.

"She's more than prepared, Finan." Uhtred declares, "she's going."

"End. Of. Story." I add, walking away, ignoring Finan's furious eyes.

I don't understand him, Finan never talks to me, never cared before tonight, and now he acts all mad about me going into the enemy's camp.

I file off my sword, ignoring whoever came in with me.

"I didn't want to ask in front of them, but.." Uhtred's voice is close, "are you sure you want to do it?"

Want... not can, at least he believes in my skills.

"I'm sure, lord." I look him in the eyes, "I'm sure."

"That's what I wanted to hear." He smiles, "all set?"

"Yes, lord." I nod vigorously.

"Let's send you off then!" He cheerfully pats my shoulder, then hugs me.

I say goodbye to everyone as I walk towards the camp. I feel a particularly angry stare piercing my skull as I walk off, but I decide to ignore it.

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Well, that didn't go as planned.

I hold my bleeding arm as I hide from the Danes chasing me. I need to take the longer route to get back to my camp, so I can lose them.

I take a deep breath once I see in the distance Uhtred's camp, one last effort and I'll be safe.

"She's back!" I hear Osferth voice calling the others.

Once I arrive at the camp everyone else is already gathered there to greet me.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Sihtric exclaims.

"They didn't find out I work with Uhtred, if that's what you're wondering." I groan as I sit, Osferth is already kneeling beside me to check on my arm.

"Then what happened?" Uhtred asks, alarmed.

"Nothing particular." I answer.

"What?" The familiar hard tone of Finan is present.

"Nothing."

"That doesn't look like nothing." He insists.

"Am I about to die, Osferth?" I innocently ask the monk.

"Uh... n-no... it just needs stitches..." Osferth hesitantly answer.

"See?" I tilt my head, pointing at Osferth, "it's nothing."

"Y/n..." Uhtred sighs, "what happened?"

"One of the men wanted to 'have fun' with me as he said it." I explain, "I dared to say no."

"What?!" Finan exclaims, but recollects himself immediately.

"But I got the information you needed." I turn to Uhtred.

"I don't care about that now." He says, "are you okay?"

"I'm saying I'm fine. It was nothing." I insist, "they keep the hostages in a chariot, sort of, not many and-"

"You need to rest." Finan interrupts me, earning a glare from me.

"I said I'm fucking fine." I snap at him.

"He's right." Osferth agrees with his friend, "you did lose a great amount of blood apparently. Stay warm and I'll get you something to eat."

"I..."

"Do as he says, you'll tell us later." Uhtred orders. I groans out, but accept the blanket Sihtric brings me.

"Told you." Finan mutters to me and walks off before I could tell him something.

I groan in frustration and just sit there warming myself as I wait for Osferth.

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I ate and they finally let me share all the information I gathered. Now we just need a plan to rescue the hostages.

As we plan I keep sensing Finan's eyes on me, and everytime I look up he stares, furious at me.

"Can I ask what's your problem?" I interrupt Uhtred.

Everyone looks at me confused then move their attention to Finan as well.

"Finan, she's coming too, I don't want a repetition of what happened the other day." Uhtred states.

"You saw what happened." Finan insists.

"I got back with information." I state the obvious.

"You got injured!"

"It was merely a scratch!"

"You're staying here!"

"I am not!" I shouts, "I'm part of this just as you are. I am coming. I am capable, I'm not a fucking child!"

I stand and walk away.

"Y/n..!" Uhtred calls.

"No. Call me when he decides to treat me with respect." I turn around and walk off, away from them. Away from Finan.

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I enjoy the solitude, looking up at the sky when I hear footsteps coming closer.

"I told you my condition, Uhtred." I say.

"Not Uhtred." Finan's voice catches me off guard, I turn to look at him, he looks tired.

"What do you want?" I ask, turning away.

"I... I guess I wanted to apologise." He says softly.

"You guess?" I scoff, "more like Uhtred forced you."

"No... he just sent me off to think, and I cane to the conclusion that I owe you an apology." He sit beside me.

"Okay..."

"So... I'm sorry." He says softly.

"For...?" I urge.

"For looking out for you too much." He says.

"What?" I ask, confused, I stand up looking down at him, "looking out for me? Are you serious?"

He stands up too, and now he's the one looking down at me, since he's taller.

"Yes.."

"You thought that treating me like a child, was looking out for me?" I ask, frustrated.

"I was..."

"Shut up." I say walking away again, but stop when he grabs my wrist and turns me back to him.

"Talk to me." He almost pleads.

"Talk to you?!" I widen my eyes, "you're the one that doesn't talk to me... you don't talk to me, you ignore me, you treat me like a child, you treat me like I'm useless and incapable of helping... like I'm not part of this group and you ask me to talk to you?"

"I've never... I didn't mean it." He tries to explain.

"Then why? What did you mean?" I ask him. He just stares at me, so I insist, "so? Are you going to say so-"

His lips on mine cuts me off.

I'm stunned for not even a second before I kiss him back. Once his hands are on my body I can't think of anything else, but him.

I move my hands to his face, caressing his beard to pull him even closer.

Eventually we both need air and we pull away just enough to breath, but not too far.

"I'm sorry for treating you like a child." He breaths heavily as he apologies.

"What?" I ask, the kiss got too into my head I completely forgot what was going on, he chuckles and caresses my hips, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry, my love." He repeats.

"It's.. it's okay." I say, still catching my breath.

"It's not, I shouldn't have treated you like that." He looks at me in the eyes, "I think the world of you, you're the best with the knives and you're definitely part of this group." He leave a quick peck on my lips, "I was afraid. And when you got back bleeding... I couldn't see anything else."

"Thank you." I say, stroking his cheek with my thumb, "just don't treat me like that ever again."

"I won't." He kisses me again, "I promise you." Another kiss, "fuck, I promise you."

He keeps kissing me and I chuckle at his eagerness.

"Okay... mmh.. okay, Finan." I say between his kisses, "contain yourself."

"Oh you're asking the impossible here, my sweet." He keeps kissing me, moving slightly down my neck.

"We still need a plan to rescue those hostages." I say and he stops with a sigh.

"You're right... as always." He nods.

"But I mean..." I start and his face lightens up, "once they're safe..."

"Yes?" He urges.

"Well... we'll see." I wink.

"Don't play with me, woman." He jokingly warns me.

"Or what?" I tease.

He smirks and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me completely against his body, he put a hand on my cheeks and just kisses me more deeply than before.

"I'm glad tou made up, but we have hostages to safe, c'mon!" Uhtred's voice startles us making us pull away.

"Coming, lord!" Finan calls, then he turns to me with a stupid smile on his face.

He pulls away and takes my hand leading me back to the camp.

Before he lets me go he pulls me to him once more to whisper into my ear.

"Once they're all safe, I'll take care of you myself, love." He says and walks to stand with Uhred, not before giving my ass a small smack.

I look at him shaking my head and then I sit next to Sihtric, who looks at me with a knowing smirk, I slightly shove him before our attention is back on Uhtred explaining the plan to us.

And this time, Finan doesn't have anything to say about my involvement.

[honey-im-hotdog]

Pretty Boy

Finan x Reader x Sihtric

Author’s Note: Hi! This is my very first time writing for The Last Kingdom, so please cut me some slack if the characters are a bit ooc. There simply is not enough poly stuff for these two in my humble opinion. I need to be between them both so bad. Okay, please enjoy!

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Words: 0.4k — a quick one since I just wanted to get it out :)

Warnings: fluff; pet names (love, pretty boy); kissing; reader is said to have hair with braids but no description of length or color, etc; cheesy as fuck.

Summary: A cute moment spent within Sihtric and Finan's arms.

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“What are you thinking about?” Thick with sleep, Finan’s voice is a warm blanket.

Your head tilts to the side as you brush a leaf down his face, smiling softly as his eyes close in bliss.

“Hmm,” you hum as his eyes open and pin you with his stare, “just that you are too pretty to be real.”

His eyes widen, “‘Pretty?!’” he says in mock offense. “I am ‘pretty’ to you? That’s all?! I am a fearsome warrior, I’ll have you know!” His hands fly about as he exaggerates his words.

You can’t help but giggle at his grumbling, feeling your chest warm as he shakes his head side to side in your lap. Your fingers are quick to find the short braids Sihtric wove into the Irishman’s dark hair, the metal beads matching the ones in your and the Dane’s hair.

“Fine, fine! You aren’t pretty.”

As if it were possible, the man grows even more bewildered when you leave your sentence at that. “Excuse me!” His accent thicker than ever.

The laughter bubbles out of you, “What? You didn’t wanna be pretty!”

His mouth opens and closes like a fish as he tries to come up with a response.

You feel the vibrations of Sihtric’s laughter against your back before you hear it. His arms squeezing you just a little tighter. “Keep tormenting him, my love. Misery looks good on him,” his words are said into your shoulder, eyes also peering down at Finan. The smile clear as day in his voice.

“You fucking heathen, you!” Finan sits up in faux rage, but you’re quick to grab his arm and pull him into your chest; smothering his face in light kisses in between your quiet laughter.

“You are the bravest, scariest, toughest, handsomest warrior to have ever walked Wessex. And I am in awe everyday to call you mine.”

The Irishman cups the crown of your head to pull you into a soft kiss. The both of you smiling through it.

You feel Sihtric nuzzle his nose into your neck after a while, “And what about me?”

You and Finan pull away from each other with a laugh.

“You, my friend, are an oaf.”

“Finan!”

He just laughs at your gentle smack against his bicep.

You rest your head back on Sihtric’s shoulder, the hand not holding onto Finan reaching up into his hair. “You are the sweetest, kindest, gentlest, most fearsome,” you lightly pinch Finan as he starts to protest, “warrior, Sihtric. My pretty boy.”

He kisses the spot just below your ear, mumbling his thanks and returning your praise tenfold.

Finan tilts his head back, humming in disapproval. “You got that last bit wrong, love,” it’s Sihtric’s turn to be pulled down, “he’s our pretty boy.” Sihtric moans the second their lips connect.

The embrace between the three of you tightens as you get lost within kisses and caresses for the rest of the night.

[volklana]

Who Am I, Darling To You?

Finan x Reader!

Title is based on this song:

Request: I was hoping you could write something about being in a relationship with finan? Maybe this is super self indulgent cause I can relate lol but being sihtrics sister and in a relationship with finan and reader had too much to drink so finan has to take care of her? Thank you so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Warnings: Mention of reader and Sihtric's traumatic past at the hands of Kjartan.

Sihtric was solemn and pleading as he stood before his Lord, on the eve of the attack on Dunholm, he looked so small that it made even Uhtred thread carefully.

“Whatever it is,” he urged gently, “Speak freely.”

“I have no right to ask this Lord,” he mumbled, still refusing to meet Uhtred’s eye, and Uhtred softened.

“But ask it anyway, Sihtric.”

“Spare my sister,” he begged and Uhtred looked at him puzzled, “I barely know her Lord, but she is not like them. She was whelped upon a kitchen maid, but she is kind and good. She is a shield maiden, she will be there I have no doubt, but she will reason and lay down her weapons if I may but talk to her.”

Finan who was leaning against a post, moved forward, “Sihtric, if she is caught up in the melee-”

“Or if she will not lay down her arms,” Uhtred joined in, and Sihtric was nodding in understanding.

“But I give you leave to try get her to safety,” Uhtred spoke and that was all the permission that Sihtric needed and he released the breath that had been caught in his chest.

“Thank you Lord.”

They had breached the fortress of Dunholm and hacked their way through defending Danes. Sihtric’s mismatched eyes were frantically searching for you as he fought his way though, but he could not locate you.

Suddenly, Kjartan was in the fray and Steapa was opening the gates to allow the band that Ragnar headed, through into the fight, and Kjartan and his men were forced to pull back.

Uhtred was suddenly screaming for his men to form a shield wall and they began falling in line as they began to push forward and Kjartan’s men were forced to keep pulling backwards, it was there that Sihtric finally spotted you, blood splattered across your face and matted into your plaited hair, your frantic eyes had yet to land on him but he had no choice but to keep pushing forward.

He could not help the shudder of relief that ran through his body when Kjartan demanded his side drop their weapons as he stepped forward in acceptance of Ragnar’s challenge and agreed to fight him in one to one combat and once Uhtred demanded to make the square your eyes finally landed on your brother.

Your face softened and crumpled as you spotted him and immediately the weapons dropped from your hands in surrender, he longed to break the square to rush and embrace you but Kjartan was roaring for a shield and Ragnar was stepping forward in challenge, he removed his helmet, he wanted his father to see him, wanted him to know in his last moments that his own son was part of the reason justice would finally be brought down upon him.

It was vicious hand to hand combat and Kjartan actively taunted Ragnar.

You and Sihtric shared the same look of victory as Kjartan was thrust upon his back and Ragnar stabbed his blade through your father’s sword arm.

“Kill him, kill him,” you were pleading, though your voice was drowned out by the cheering of the crowd.

He was pleading for his sword, but Ragnar continued to deny him and you locked eyes with Sihtric, smirking at the bloodthirst in his eyes.

But the smirk was replaced with horror as Ragnar hacked and hacked at him, even long after the light had left his eyes, continuing to stab at him in battle rage, your feet were moving forward of their own accord, unable to look upon the scene any further, bile rising up your throat until you were vomiting into the strawed ground, Sihtric visibly flinched with each blow but was unable to look away.

Thyra’s wailing pulled you back to your senses and you were brought back to reality, and you pushed through still bodies until you reached your brother who was stuck looking upon the hacked and bloodied remains of your father.

“Sihtric?” you whispered softly and he rounded on you, both of you stood facing each other in a state of shock, chests rising and falling rapidly before you were launching into each others arms, clinging to the other for dear and utter life.

You cupped his face in your hands inspecting him as if he were a cruel trick from the gods.

“I thought you dead,” you cried “You didn’t come back, I thought you dead.”

“I am here and it is done,” he was whispering into your hair as he pulled you to him.

“We are free,” you cried, clasping him to you in a ferocious grip, the only blood you had left on this planet.

That night the victors held a feast in the great hall and you hung like a shadow to the walls, arms hugged around your own frame.

Life under Kjartan had meant you had quickly learned how to make yourself small and undetectable, preferring to cling to shadows and always searching for your quickest escape route.

“What is it?” Sihtric asked gently and when you turned to face him your eyes were glassy with tears.

“I thought it would feel different,” you cried and he swallowed hard, he too had battled this feeling of nothingness in his chest when he was finally freed from your tyrant of a father.

“We are free- Thyra is free. So why does freedom feel like we paid such a heavy price?”

He had no answer for you, so you pressed further.

“You will leave here again brother?”

“I will follow my Lord, wherever he would command.”

“And what would I do?” you cried, uncrossing your arms and reaching for him.

“Be at peace,” he urged, shaking you gently, “Marry. Have pups of your own. Be at peace.”

You tutted and shook from his embrace and whirled on him, “This is not what the gods have mapped out for me to do,” you sighed and then you kneeled before him clasping his hand in yours, “My sword is yours, I will follow you. I will fight by your side.”

Sihtric’s eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as he ushered you up. “I am pledged to Lord Uhtred, I follow his command.”

“Well then I will swear my fealty to the Lord Uhtred,” you said it as if it were of no consequence who you swore loyalty to as long as your place was beside your brother.

Sihtric was reminded in this moment that he did not know you, not really, he did not know your will, nor your stubbornness yet, you were in many ways a stranger to him- but he would come to know you in time- but all he knew in this moment is that you were his kin, and all he had ever wanted in his life was to protect you from Kjartan and Sven, he had done that now so could rest, but if you wished to remain by his side he would not turn you away.

He watched you make your way over to Uhtred and Ragnar, kneeling before them, and although he could not hear what you were saying suddenly his Lord’s eyes were upon him, intently staring into his and all he could do in that moment was nod.

Finan had saddled up beside him, mug of ale in his hand, and laughed lightly, watching you, arise from your knees slowly, still locked in conversation with the two brothers.

“She is a tough one,” he commented.

“She is swearing her sword to Lord Uhtred,” Sihtric deadpanned and Finan’s eyes simmered as he looked onwards at the scene, and he straightened up as you suddenly made your way towards them.

“I travel with you in the morn,” you said triumphantly and Finan guffawed loudly and clapped you on the back as you passed.

“Do not let him leave without me Irishman or I will have your eyes out.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he promised and Sihtric shot him the dirtiest look he could muster.

“Do not make eyes at my sister,” he warned and Finan stuck his hands up in mock surrender.

The next night as you made camp, Finan watched you hang back, the last in line for food, skittish and looking as though you expected someone to strike you, or steal the food from your hands, he noticed Sihtric’s eyes following his same line of thought and when Sihtric called your name you came warily forward, he placed his own bowl of stew in your hands and your eyes widened in shock.

“You have no need to fear,” Finan whispered softly “No man here will harm you and you have earned your right to your food, nobody will take that from you either.”

He said it like it was not the most profound thing you had ever been told and he simply turned around and filled up another bowl for himself.

You had lived a life thus far of being reminded your place in line was at the back, you never ate before the other soldiers and you certainly never had been given a larger portion than anyone else before.

You ate greedily and quickly, still fearful the bowl would be knocked from your hands or simply stolen away as seconds for another, and when Finan offered you a piece of stale bread he was shocked to find your bowl empty already.

Sihtric’s chest hurt, it was odd to see- almost mirrored the way he had behaved when he first joined Uhtred’s forces, the fear and the anticipation that pain was coming, even though amongst this band he had yet to see even an ounce of the malice his life had been under his father’s command. 

You lay down in your furs and your teeth chattered bitterly.

You were exhausted from being on such high alert throughout the day but you could not find sleep in the cold.

You were used to scouting expeditions and minor battles and raids, but you were ashamed to say that in the past few months since Sihtric’s departure, Kjartan had punished you for the crimes of your brother, food had been scarce and you had been kept in the dungeons more times than ever before. He had intended to make you weak and under thumb and his ferociousness towards you had served in keeping you compliant, but you were weaker than normal and could not quell the shaking in your body.

Sihtric was snoring soundly a few feet away from you and you rose and made your way towards his sleeping form.

“Sihtric,” you whispered trying to rouse him, “Sihtric,” you tried again and he mumbled in his sleep but did not awaken, “I am cold,” you pleaded, sounding more desperate than you had intended and then shuffling to his side caught your attention.

“You are cold love?” it was Finan, his hair tousled from sleep and one eye was opened, the other closed in sleep.

You were embarrassed and hung your head down, refusing to meet his eye.

“Come here you can have some of my furs.” 

When you didn’t make to move he rose gently, “Come on love, you’ll be no good to any of us if you freeze to death,” you couldn’t help the shy smile that graced your face, as you accepted the furs he wrapped around your shaking form.

“Christ, you are like a block of ice,” he whispered as his hands brushed your skin, “Your teeth will shatter in your skull, come here,” he fussed and you allowed him to pull you down to his camp bed and he wrapped his strong arms around you.

He swayed you both gently, rubbing his hands up and down your arms in an attempt to radiate heat and even though it fought against every fibre of your being, you relaxed into his touch.

Finan realised too late and with a jolt that you were sleeping against his shoulder and his eyes instantly flicked to his sleeping friend, ‘He’ll have my head on a spike,’ he thought to himself, but when his eyes landed on your sleeping form his heart leapt in his chest, you were beautiful, truly beautiful, and he had known from the moment he had laid his eyes on you that he was in trouble, that he would do anything you asked of him, and now holding you against his chest, sharing his body heat with you he made a solemn realisation, he was yours whether you realised it or not, whether you wanted him or not.

"I'm fucked," he whispered into the night air.

Datchet (Kingdom of Mercia)

As you clambered off your boat onto the shore, your sword hand immediately went to the hilt of your sword in readiness.

“She says she loves me,” Sihtric continued in his pleadings about the whore he had been sleeping with.

You rolled your eyes and Finan laughed, Sihtric shot you a pleading look.

“I swear, she says she loves me.”

“She would,” Finan added dryly while Uhtred reminded him that she was a whore.

“What she loves is your silver!” Finan chided and Clapa goaded “Is that the name of his cock?” you made a disgusted face at the comment but couldn’t help but find the humour in the situation.

Until you spotted the crestfallen expression on Sihtric’s face and it wiped the smile clean off yours.

“I wish to marry her,” he said defiantly.

“I wish you to kill Danes and survive the night,” Uhtred shot back and you laid a hand on your brother’s arm when the sound of screams caught your attention, a silent plea to park this conversation until you were all safe. 

“Time to kill some raiders,” you announced and Finan smirked your way as you shared a cocky nod with him.

You all went to cover, under Uhtred’s command and waited for his word, your hand clasped tightly around your sword in anticipation for the fighting to begin, and on his command you surged forward following Finan’s lead “We kill every bastard one of them!” he was shouting and you sprang into action, hacking and slicing.

The women who had been dragged as slaves began running frantically and you shouted at them to get behind you, ushering them towards the bushes, they began to gather behind you, terrified and crying out but you sliced at any Dane who attempted to get at them.

When the killing was done, some clung to you, “It’s alright, you’re alright,” you were trying to reassure, “Return to your village, take care of your dead, you will be alright now.”

“Thank you! Thank you Lady,” one woman was crying at your feet and you locked eyes with Finan, an expression you could not read on his face.

“Take back what belongs to you. You’re safe now!” he shouted and your face crumpled with a small smile his way.

On the boat back to Coccham you were mainly silent.

There was blood matted to your face and even though all you wanted was to sleep, you knew you would have to bathe first, so you went straight to the stream to wash away the night’s blood.

You were just working your fingers through your matted hair when you heard the footsteps on the bank, you were thankful you had kept your slip on as you bathed for this very reason but nevertheless when you turned around, Finan’s eyes were almost a shade of amber in the morning sun and he swallowed thickly.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to intrude. I didn’t know you would be here.”

“I’m nearly done,” you replied, returning your ministrations to your hair, and he sat his weapons down upon the bank and began to strip off his own clothes, both of you trying to pretend it was normal. Just two bloodied warriors bathing the night’s battles away but the air was thick with something unsaid and not quite understood yet.

He didn’t mean to but his eyes settled on a huge ugly scar that ran along the expanse of your shoulders, it stood out a mile against your perfect skin.

“You were amazing back there,” he tried to say it casually but it came out like a confession, “The way you protected those women and children.”

You smiled, turning to face him but you caught where his eyes had been focused and you grimaced.

“I believe it is quite ugly, the scar.”

“No-” Finan shook his head and you softened, your body language telling him it was alright that he had been looking.

“A present from Kjartan,” you offered by way of explanation, “I can’t remember what for, but he had Sihtric locked in the dungeon for weeks, he was half starved and barely alive, I truly thought fever or hunger would take him, so I went down there and got him out, we had to fight our way out and we were so nearly free- we were just at the gates when Sven intercepted us. I didn’t see Sihtric again for months, I truly thought he had been killed and Kjartan had me whipped at the post just for good measure.”

Finan had moved subconsciously closer in the water to you, and reached out a gentle hand to touch the mottled skin, your eyes slipped closed at his gentle touch, and you turned to face him.

“You ask me all the time why I am a warrior? That is how Kjartan treated his bastard son. Now imagine what use he would have found for a bastard daughter if I could not make myself more useful than a whore.” 

Finan ghosted his hands up along your arms and you leaned like a cat into his touch, his eyes flicked down to your lips and you looked up at him doe eyed through your lashes.

“You could never be a whore,” he spoke, voice heavy.

“Then what am I to you?” you whispered and he leaned forward and for a moment you thought he would kiss you but voices approaching caused you both to break apart. 

“We should- I should never-” he was feet apart from you in seconds and the spell of the moment was broken.

Weeks passed and the moment in the stream was forgotten.

Uhtred went to visit the dead man Bjorn who spoke of prophecies and Kingdoms.

Aethelflaed, the King’s daughter married and you remained an honest and loyal warrior to your Lord.

It became clear that war was threatening to erupt when the Lady Aethelfaed was kidnapped by the brothers Erik and Sigefrid.

And you rejoiced in the arrival of Alfred’s bastard son Osferth who you very quickly adopted as an honorary brother, whilst your own was away spying on the two brothers for Lord Uhtred.

It became evident that war was coming to Beamfleot and on the eve of battle you tried your best to prepare the baby monk for what would lie ahead.

And on that hill in Beamleot when King Alfred called for the shield wall you fell in line behind Finan, he threw a worried glance over his shoulder and you smiled a reassuring smile his way, “Glory or Valhalla!” you shouted and he smiled in awe, brown eyes boring into the depths of your own before he turned away to face the oncoming Danes.

It was ferocious and fast. The ground was streaked red from the blood of Saxon and Dane alike and in the tumult of blows and swords, you had lost sight of everyone that mattered to you.

You drove your sword into the ribs of a Dane who spat blood into your face, and for a moment you were disorientated, shoved by the push and pull of the fight around you, and then you slipped, boots skidding across the bloodied ground and you hit the ground with a sickening thud, a loud ringing in your ears as your shield was kicked away out of your arms and your eyes widened in horror as an axe swung down at your face, your sword hand swinging quickly to deflect the blow and suddenly your attacker was sent hurtling across the mud.

“Get up,” Finan was roaring, his own face a mixture of horror and blood as he pulled you to your feet, but there was no time for happy reunions as you both moved like wolves, fighting back to back, and you hacked, swung and stabbed with all your might. A blow to your face had you swallowing blood and still you fought. To Finan’s left you watched a Dane sneak up from behind to stab him while he fought off another, his strike never landed because you drove your sword through his skull, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"Thank you love," Finan shouted over his shoulder and your heart thumped in your chest.

Osferth told you after the battle that it had been the Lady Aethelflaed that had driven a sword through Sigefrid’s back and you relished in knowing he had met his fate at the hands of a woman. 

But the battle was won.

The drinks flowed and Osferth was drunk, asleep on the table of the alehouse. Sihtric had already gone to find his woman and Uhtred was with his Lady Gisela.

“You are a woman!” a Saxon man was shouting, “But you fight better than any man I’ve ever seen,” and Finan was laughing along easily.

He had his arm draped drunkenly around your neck and you were swaying from drunkenness. 

“Then I shall drink like a man!” you cheered and downed the entirety of the mug of ale in your hand in one go, to the shouting and cheers of all the men around except one.

“Okay- Hey, hey! That’s enough love,” Finan was chastising, but he could not fight the giant smile on his face.

“Another!” you boomed and the men went to fetch it for you, and he blocked your line of view.

“Love, that is enough. Uhtred and Sihtric will have my head tomorrow.”

“Just one more,” you pleaded arms wrapping around his neck and laying the weight of your body against him, and when the men returned with another jug of ale for you, he relented and collapsed on the bench with a sigh, he kicked Osferth’s legs and he awoke with a jolt.

“Bed!” he ordered and the baby monk retreated up the stairs solemnly.

He leaned his back against the table and watched as you laughed easily with the other men.

Perhaps it was the drink, at least that’s what he was blaming, but he was green eyed with jealousy.

The smile slipped off your face as you excused yourself from your group of admirers and saddled up beside him.

“You are staring again,” you teased lightly, and when he made no reply you huffed and without warning you plonked yourself down to straddle his lap, thighs pressed either side of his hips and hands braced against his shoulders.

His breath hitched and his eyes widened.

“I see the way you look at me,” you drawled, eyes boring into his now, his hands hovered by your waist unsure what to do.

The fire crackled and his hands found your hips, “Don’t,” he tried to protest but it was weak and feeble.

“Why not?” you pleaded “Aren’t you tired Finan? Don’t you want me, the way that I want you?”

His hands tightened on your hips, he closed his eyes, head thrown back in an attempt to regain some semblance of self-control and swallowed thickly.

You pressed your lips to his exposed neck, and he shuddered, body betraying him entirely as he bucked his hips in an attempt to cause some sort of friction and dug his fingers into the skin of your thighs to keep you in place.

“Please,” he gasped although he didn’t even know what he was begging for, but when you trailed your hand down the expanse of his chest and ghosted it along his waistband he suddenly rose, bench scraping away as he kicked it and he carried you upstairs, kissing you as he went like a man drowning, and he knew he shouldn’t want you like this but he was tired of denying himself of the thing he wanted most in the entire world.

The door slammed behind him and clothes were discarded in a fray of tugging and pulling.

He carried you over to the bed, his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he placed you down, but like a beast you lunged for more tugging at his hips and his hands were in your hair, tugging your head back so he could attach his lips to the smooth skin of your neck, he bit down hard and you cried out fingers clawing at his back.

“You’re mine,” he growled and you moaned, as he removed his lips from your skin, hand still fisted into your hair.

“Say it. Say it love, say that you’re mine.”

“Yours. M’all yours,” you panted, kissing him again and he pinned you down under the weight of his body, pinning your hands above your head, his lips trailed down along your jaw, your throat, and across the swell of your breasts.

You were a panting needy mess beneath him, bucking your hips up in an attempt to get him to meet you where you needed him the most.

You whined when he suddenly stilled all actions, brown-worried eyes boring into yours and releasing your pinned arms.

“Are you sure that you want this love? We’ve had ale- you might feel differently about this in the morning.”

You flipped him over to staddle him and cupped his worried face in your hands, “I could never regret you,” you cried looking at him with such sincerity it made his heart swell in his chest, “I am yours and you are mine- I have been waiting all this time for you, you have no idea how long I have wanted to make you mine.”

“My love,” he sighed, flipping you back over onto your back, spreading your legs apart with his knees and finally sliding inside, “I have been yours from the day that we met.”

He pounded into you hard and fast, the bed creaked under the weight of you both and your ragged breaths and broken sounds filled the room.

And when it was all over-When the shaking in his arms faded and you lay panting beneath him, he placed his forehead against yours, strong hand cupping your face beneath him, thumb brushing circles beside your lips, and he kissed you once more, just because he finally could.

“I love you,” he whispered so earnestly, your eyes flew open to look in his.

“And I, you!” you told him honestly.

The next morning in the soft glow of the morning light, he saddled up behind you where you stood, arms locking around your middle and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Do you regret it love?” he asked shyly and you turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss to his nose, “Never. Not with you.” 

“And in the light of morning,” he swallowed thickly, voice deep and rumbling from within his chest “Darling, who am I to you? Because I cannot go back to never having you like this again.”

You pressed up on your tiptoes, lips millimeters away from his, “You are everything,” you told him honestly “And I want you this way for all time. However long we have. For forever.” 

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Finan x f!reader; +18; maybe lovers; adults, none season related, kinda bratty reader, outdoor sex (ikn this man likes strong woman);

Being part of Uthred's group had its good and bad moments, even though you were the only woman. Death constantly followed you, but apart from that and every once in a while the fights, you were like a family. Always protecting each other, even though you were not a warrior, but knew how to fight with a sword, they never let you go to war; They had a great sense of protection with you and usually your job was to be the messenger and protector of women when there was one in the group.

It was tiring to be on the road all the time, but it was also cool to see new places, new people, and new stories to laugh about among friends on drunken nights. The good days on the road, whether winter or summer, were filled with laughter and teasing, most you responding to Finan's flirtations and leaving him speechless. 

It was also nice to train with them. One must know how to protect oneself by riding in a band of troubled warriors with Uthred as leader and Osferth to watch. You liked to see them training the boy, even if most of the time they just teased him.

"Go easy on him, bully." You said, approaching Osferth and Finan practicing the boy's sword moves. Finan beat him more than actually taught, and that made his sense of protection with him whistle.

"He needs to learn," Finan pointed the wooden sword at him and you clicked your tongue. "And you learn by being beaten." You rolled your eyes as you listened. You guys spent so much time together that you already spoke alike, like Finan imitating Uthred. 

You stopped near Osferth and stroked his shattered and wet with sweat hair, listening to Finan's grumbling on the side. "Why did you choose this guy to teach you? He only knows how to bark." You said and Finan complained, making Osferth laugh softly. "I know a lot more than he does, and I'm kinder." 

Finan snorted and you both looked at him. "Then let's see if you're really good." He pointed the wooden sword at Osferth's hand for you to pick up. "Let's bet your trip to the ground, honey."

You laughed, accepting the challenge and took the wooden sword, pushing the boy aside. "Watch and learn. That's how it's done."

You knew very well how to fight with a sword. Before you were rescued and forced your way into the party, you were already practicing with a wooden sword and now you had Uthred constantly teaching you; making sure that you would be prepared enough for solo trips. Besides you always covered their backs in fights in the open field and always saved Sihtric's ass when he was too drunk and chasing trouble in bars. 

You knew Finan's strength, but he also knew yours. You could handle it quietly. "Get ready to kiss the ground, big boy."

In Osferth's eyes it seemed that you were playing, or dancing, almost rehearsed, as you dodged each other's attacks and charged hard, slamming the wooden swords.

A dance. You could tell that the two of you danced around each other, close enough but never touching each other. Well, you had already touched; eager kisses and rushed hands over the bodies when you were drunk, but it didn't go beyond that because a fight interrupted the making out session. This, you and Finan, didn't start from nothing. It happened a little while after you joined the group and got intimate, with Finan always commenting on certain things, and to his and the group's surprise, you had a tongue as sharp as his and loved a tease.

You two were usually the reason for the laughter always being present in the group; you corresponding to the flirtations and petnames that Finan gave you. You felt the truth in his lines as much as in his glances, but after that interrupted day, you never tried anything again.

You could see the smile on the lips almost hidden by Finan's beard, knowing he was enjoying it like you, but it was time to end. You advanced and made Finan retreat, and you took advantage when he needed to look where he stepped to get closer, hitting his sword and sweeping him, which took him to the ground, surprised. But from last second and instinct, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the ground with him. 

You fell down with a muffled, aching sound, almost banging your heads, and Finan's hands automatically went to your waist. You took a long time to assimilate what had happened and when you realized that you fell sitting on his lap, you froze, your eyes wide and your heart pounding as you stared at him, happy, under you. The two of you were silent, lost in each other's gaze and returned to reality when Osferth, next to both of you, cleared his throat.

"I won." Finan displayed the smile that made you roll your eyes and your heart pound. You rolled your eyes and rested your hands on his chest to move away. "You're on the ground and I'm literally on top of you, Finan."

"Still my point." He smiled wide and clasped his hands on her waist. You opened your mouth and slammed your fist on his shoulder when you realized his intention to speak, and stood up, leaving him on the floor. "Won't you help me, honey?"

You passed Osferth, who avoided looking in your direction, and slammed his sword into his body. "That's how you beat big boys." Finan stood up, saying you were a sore loser as you walked away. 

You hid your smirk and racing heart when you heard his words. Finan, even though he had all that personality, sharp tongue and flirtatiousness way, was a great man; He was reliable, loyal, kind, intelligent, funny, affectionate, beautiful, a good kisser and shaked your heart. 

The place you set up camp was very hot with the sun beating directly on the place you lit the fire, choosing to hide the tents in the shade of the trees. You ate and commented on some things about the journey ahead and remembered funny stories. After lunch, you rested in the shadows, but the heat and smell exuding from your body was bothering you. 

You said you were going to the lake a little further down from where you were and soon coming back, leaving as soon as Finan came back from reconnaissance of the surroundings, questioning where you were going and following you, getting a warning from Uthred to come back in two hours - you could feel the smile in his words - and snide comments from the other two to have fun, making you laugh out loud and reply, "I'm gonna finish him off. Again." 

The prairie around the lake shone beautifully in life with summer and the sight of the blue water was tempting. You didn't wait for Finan to approach, heading near the lake and starting to take off your clothes. "Wow! We did not discuss my prize for winning, but I won't complain if it's like that." Finan hissed at the sight of you without clothes and turned to him, shamelessly displaying your body to his sore eyes. 

"I won, so it's my prize, actually." You rested a hand on your waist and smiled as you saw Finan's eyes wandering over your body. "I decide what my prize will be. And you better get in that water and take a decent shower if you want to hump with me. I smell you for miles." You turned your back to him and entered the water, feeling the ice relax your body and took the opportunity to swim.

Finan was still on the grass, staring at you in the water. "Do you want to fuck me?" You laughed out loud. "Yes. It's my prize pick, and if you want to enjoy the fact that I'm horny and wanting to fuck, you better get in the water and wash up." 

"You're the devil trying to take me to hell, woman." Finan grumbled, running his hands through his hair, and it didn't take long for his sword and layers of clothing to be on the ground. "Big boy, indeed." You whistled, eyes on the thick and half-hard cock between his legs. Finan shrugged, smirking, and ran into the water, jumping into the icy water and swimming towards you, holding you in his strong arms and pulling you close, your face brushing against his. 

"I'm not fucking you dirty like that." You whispered against his lips, feeling his beard tickle you as his hands squeezed every corner of your body. "You can make sure of the cleanliness while I get you ready, darling." He grumbled against your neck and stared back at you as you ran your hands through his hair, wetting the strands and intertwining your fingers on the back of his neck, pulling him close until you kissed with desire and one hand of his slid to the middle of your legs. 

"Having sex outdoors wasn't on my list, but I don't complain." Finan mumbled against your body, his mouth marking every bit of your skin as you rubbed against his hard cock and kept him sitting in your clothes on the grass.

"Just like Adam and Eve, good Christian boy." You replied in a giggle, making him laugh against you and then moan muffled as you sit slowly, the warmth of your gummy insides hugging his thick cock. "Finan.. Fuck..." You moaned, squeezing his shoulders as you felt him fully inside you. 

You waited a little while, hugging, lost in the pleasure of feeling each other completely. You began to move slowly, teasing Finan, who had one calloused hand squeezing your breast and the other supporting the body of both of you.

"Finan... Fuck.. Good..." You moaned loudly, going up and down in quick movements, the noise of your ass against his thick thighs and her wet pussy swallowing his cock. "Damn it, woman... You're going to kill me like this.. squeezing me so tight..." 

You grabbed the strands of the back of his neck as you felt his mouth biting the skin of your neck and descending the nibbles to your nipple, throwing your head back and moaning louder and louder as you increased the pace you rode on him. 

Finan's big, warm hands roamed your body, squeezing and clawing from your shoulders to ass, pinning you against him. You felt closer to cumming as you felt the thick cock filling you completely, coming out and going deep inside you, your legs shaking slightly. "I've got you, honey." Finan whispered between your neck and shoulder, making you laugh with the feel of his beard, and his hands going down to the bands of your ass. 

You stopped boucing, grabbing his wrists and pushed him lying on the grass, holding his hands above his head. Finan raised an eyebrow, but had a smirk on his lips. "I'm in charge here, big boy."

Finan hissed and rested his head on his arms as you let go of him and let you take the lead, sliding your hands down his chest, clawing at his nipples lightly just to see him shudder and feel him throb inside you. You palmed your hands on his chest, arranging your sitting position on him, and smiled widely. "I'm going to finish you off, big boy."

You went up and down with more speed and force, the noise of skin against skin echoing through the open place as well as your whimpers and the grunts of Finan, who controlled himself not to grab you and finish it. You clamped and released the muscles around his cock, alternating movements between up and down and rolling, brushing your clit against his hairy pelvis, sending waves of pleasure to both of you. 

Finan had his eyes half-open, the sunlight shining behind you blinded him in a flash and your figure was almost like of an angel leading him to the gates of paradise with your movements. "An angel..." He moaned softly, lost in the pleasure you gave him and also for hearing your moans and feeling how good you felt when using him.

You laughed weakly, raising a hand to his neck, squeezing lightly, and leaning forward, without stopping riding, and whispered against his lips. "No. I'm the devil taking you to hell, baby."

You huffed as you heard his grunt, his eyes rolling in pleasure and lifting his waist to meet your moves. You gasped on a moan, feeling his cock hit deep inside you, having you curl your toes and squeeze his cock, your orgasm washing you in a tremor, his name coming out of your lips in a cry. "Damn it, Finan. So good!" 

He warned you that he was also close to cumming and you got off him in clumsy movements, soft from the intense orgasm, soon feeling his hot and sticky liquid on your belly. "Sorry. I didn't know where..." Finan's voice died as he saw you wipe his cum from your skin with your fingers and bring them to your mouth, your lips wrapped around your fingers and pulled into a crooked smile, having the man's eyes glazed over your figure. 

"You really are the devil, woman." You laughed and pushed him lying back down, nestling in him and feeling his heartbeat still racing and his breathing unregulated. He brushed the sweat-soaked strands away from your face, taking the opportunity to caress your face with his fingertips, making you close your eyes and hum.

You two lay down, hugging, calming down from the orgasm and feeling the sun warm your skin and the tranquility of the place. Finan's gigle brought you out of your lethargy and you stared at him. "You know how to fight, you're smart and beautiful, and rides like no one else. What a fascinating woman." 

You laughed and moved, leaning on one hand so you could face him; His dark shining eyes focused on your figure, and a smile on his face. "You haven't seen me riding yet, big boy. That was nothing." You gave him a quick kiss and got up, telling him to do the same and suggested another bath, to remove the smell of sex and take advantage of the fact that you two had water and didn't know when would have another opportunity to take a shower. 

"For a second I thought you wanted to have sex again. With or without water." Finan said, squinting to face you against the sun. You sniffed and took his outstretched hand, pulling him to his feet and letting yourself be pulled into his body. "It was a good prize. If you behave we can repeat it and I'll show you how I really ride, big boy." He slid his hands down your back, giving you goosebumps and stopped at your ass, squeezing hard, leaving you on tiptoe. "Perhaps you can finish inside."

Finan widened his eyes, his mouth dropping open and you disengaged from him. "Would it be appropriate?" He asked, seeing you walk to the lake again. You shrugged and stepped into the water. "Only if I'm your woman, I suppose."

Finan was soon with you in the water, swimming close each time you ran away and threw water on him, laughing. "Well, aren't you my wife already?" You laughed out loud, and felt his hand pull your arm and bring you closer, facing him. "Lucky my tent is available to you tonight, honey."

"I might accept your invitation to visit your tent tonight, Finan." You ran your hands through his hair, tossing it back, and went around his face to his lips. "Only if I have a good time."

"You're sure to have a good time if you promise to keep quiet." He gave you a long kiss, feeling your smile form. "I like to be loud." You waved your eyebrows suggestively, and you both laughed. 

Finan knew you wouldn't be quiet, not when minutes before you'd been moaning to the four corners how good it was to fuck him. The boys up there probably heard you two. "They might listen to us and you'd traumatize poor Osferth." 

You both laughed again, remembering the faces and mouths the boy made when he was forced to go to certain places by the mission. You felt his hands caress your thighs, and you intertwined your legs around his waist, feeling him semi hard again. "Then keep me be quiet, big boy." 

"Will be my pleasure, honey." You saw a rogue smile grow on Finan's lips and pulled him into a languid kiss as you felt his hands guiding the movements of your waist against his.

You two had some more time left before you had to meet with the rest. 

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Kindness for those who need it.

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Pairing: Finan x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is Uhtreds sister, and she meets Finan.

Word count: 3,031

Warnings: fluff. angst. swearing. mentions of slavery. death. mentions of hunting animals (not detailed!). Finans in love and so is Y/n. hint at sexual activity at the end.

A/N: thank you so much anon for sending me this request🤍

Masterlist

“Uhtred!” The birds scattered into the sky as she continued to call out for the man, despite being tired and hungry she refused to give up on him as she got further away from the makeshift camp - she knew that Ragnar would end up finding her when it got too dark for her to be out in the woods on her own, so she wasn’t so worried about getting lost. “Uhtred!”

The sound of a horse galloping towards her had her feet stopping, her heart pounding in her chest, turning around she saw Ragnar slowly approaching her. “It is time to come back now.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I haven’t searched the whole woods yet.”

Sighing as he hopped off his horse, he slowly approached her only for his heart to squeeze painfully as she took a step back from him. “It is getting too dark now, we will search tomorrow.”

“I can not give up on him, he is my brother.” She says wrapping her arms around her, the cold air started to hurt her bones. “Please Ragnar.”

“I promise we will continue looking for him, I give you my word.”

“He is all I have, I can not and will not give up on him.”

It was Ragnars turn to take a step back, recoiling as if she had stabbed him with the sharpest blade known to man. It wasn’t true. She had Brida even if they didn’t always see eye to eye, sometimes arguing with each other until their throats were sore - and nine out of ten times they would then team up and argue with the person that was stupid enough to try and get in the middle of them. But she had him, she was his baby sister - it didn’t matter that they weren’t related by blood, she was his sister. He remembers the day that his father brought back the two children, he had just turned twenty when the scared siblings were brought into his family home. A seven year old Y/n took to him instantly and absolutely loved running circles around him - she was the only one that could have his full attention whenever she demanded it, happily playing the games she came up with and not even caring when she changed the rules just so she could win. She had him, she always did and will do until it was his time to go to Valhalla. “You know that is not true.”

“I- I know, but-but…”

“It is not the same.” He finished, a small smile tugging at his lips as she nodded. “I am here, always.”

“Always?”

Nodding, he opened his arms for her, stumbling slightly as she collided into his chest. “Lets go back, we have a long day tomorrow.”

When morning came, Ragnar handed Y/n a pile of stones he had found, watching as she laid the stones out in a symbol as a sign for Uhtred if he somehow stumbled up on them - letting him know that she was looking for him. It had been something they had done since they were children. Following closely behind Ragnar they made their way to Wessex.

A not so subtle grin on her lips as the three of them slowled their horses down, walking through the streets of Wessex, the crowds gasping in horror at seeing three Danes walk carefree. Brida had been taken away, Y/n had to grip Ragnar’s arm to keep him from attacking the king - who had ordered one of his men, Steapa, to help the siblings look for the man. Hild happily joined too.

Making their way to Eofwic, they meet with Guthred who informs them that he sold Uhtred and Halig to a slave trader, both Ragnar and Steapa had to grab ahold of Y/n as she launched forward trying to attack the weasel - calling him every insult she could think of as Steapa carried her away on his shoulder.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down?” Her face scrunching up in disgust. “You want me to calm down, when that… that prick has sold our brother and friend?”

“He may be a prick but he is a king.”

“He is not a king, he is a toad and a weasel and-and a coward! Ragnar he has sold our brother!”

“I know! But we will get Uhtred back.”

“He could be anywhere, or worse, he could be dead.” Not interested in what her oldest brother has to say back she walks past him, knocking into him as she did so.

As spring finally arrived, they waited near the beach for the sea trader named Sverri - who had brought Uhtred and Halig - to come back, when one of Ragnar’s men told them that a ship was near by Y/n’s heart skipped a beat - or two. Whilst they waited, hidden away she couldn’t stop pacing up and down, going from biting her nails to her lip, tying her hair up only to undo it and do it again, to even practicing how she was going to greet her brother - much to Ragnar and Steapa’s enjoyment, she finally settled on nodding her head and waving at him.

When it was time, Ragnar gave them the signal, they rode in on horseback swords drawn and ready, she was right behind her brother - her eyes searching for her other sibling. Then she sees him doing a double take because he didn’t look like her brother, weak, disheveled and broken, that wasn’t the man she knew but then she saw his eyes, jumping off her horse and running straight towards him, she dropped to her knees her hands shakily going to his face whispering his name before wrapping her arms around his boney form and pulling him into her, crying as she does.

Ragnar’s heart broke at seeing his siblings clinging onto each other, like Y/n he couldn’t believe what his brother had been reduced to, a strong man beaten and broken. Slowly approaching, he fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around them - not caring at who was watching. “Sweet girl, go and free the men.” He whispered into her hair, smiling softly as she kissed Uhtred’s dirty forehead.

Making her way over to where the men who had been subjected to the most unimaginable abuse, she pulled her dagger out and began cutting the thick layers of rope that were binding their wrists tightly together. “You are free.” She told them.

Getting to one man she faltered, his watery, pained brown eyes broke her heart, as she cut the rope his eyes went from hers to the sword on her hip to a man that was being held back by Ragnar’s men then back to her, despite no words being exchanged she knew, she knew what he wanted, handing her sword - that was gifted to her by Uhtred many years before - she watched as he limped over to the man. No one moved, no one said anything as the man pulled her sword up, shivers went down her spine as the only sound was the man strongly yet heartbreakingly whispering. “Pull.” Before the blade went through the traders throat.

Her sword, now coated in blood, hit the ground with a soft thud, she approached him as his legs began to buckle before he could hit the ground she grabbed ahold of him, slowly and carefully bringing him to the floor, bringing him into her chest she held him as his body shook. “You are free, you are free.”

When Uhtred broke the news to her that Halig had died, she choked back a sob, hoping it was a lie but seeing his body finally being removed from the bow of the ship she held Uhtred’s hand, her other hand holding the other mans, she cried as her friends body was wrapped up - his sword in his hand. A grave was dug for him by the Danes, one of them even creating a cross out of two sticks. Her sweet, annoying, loyal Halig had lost his life in a brutal way, she didn’t want to imagine the pain he felt or how scared he must have been, she didn’t want to imagine how life was now different without him, she didn’t know who she was going to now trust other than herself and Ragnar with the only important thing in her life - Uhtred. “Goodbye, my friend. We will meet again one day I promise, thank you for everything.” She whispered as she laid a flower Hild had picked for her, on his grave.

That night everyone was sitting around the firepit eating the many rabbits one of the men had caught and cooked, Y/n kept handing Uhtred meat even when he insisted he was full, Hild watching with a subtle smile on her lips as her friend was oblivious to the fact that she had gained someones attention because she was too busy staring at Uhtred - too scared he would disappear again.

“You should have seen her brother, pacing up and down, practicing how she was going to great you - she settled on a wave, did you not Y/n?” Ragnar the Younger chuckled as she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I do not think she has ever hugged me that tightly before.” Uhtred laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. “However, I will not complain.”

As the brothers retold the stories of growing up with Ragnar the Fearless as a father, and stories of the havoc the youngest of the children would get up to, she noticed the man whose name she didn’t - Uhtred had told her but she wasn’t listening - get up and move away, choosing to sit closer to the sea. Hild nudged her leg and gestured to the man, understanding what her friend was silently suggesting she slowly approached him. “Hi.”

“L-Lady.”

“I am not a lady.” She laughed. “My name is Y/n.”

“Finan.”

“May I sit?” He nods, keeping his eyes on her as she sits next to him. “Will you be joining my brother?”

“If he will have me, I will be honoured to serve him.”

“He trusts you.”

“How do you know that?”

“I saw the way he looked at you when you killed that bastard, he trusts you.”

Picking up a stone, Finan looked over at the ship that was still burning thanks to them. “Your brother and Halig spoke fondly of you.” At the mention of her friend unshed tears began to burn her eyes, he noticed as a tear fell down her cheek. “I-I did not mean to upset you.”

“You have not, I miss him already.”

“Aye, I did not know him long but he was a good man.”

“That he was.” She agreed, smiling as memories flashed in front her eyes. “He could be annoying sometimes, and he would always eat my food if I was to slow.”

Finan chuckled. “He kept winding Uhtred up by telling him that he was going to marry you.”

“No he did not!” Y/n burst out giggling imagining her brothers reaction. “He would have to get the permission from both of my brothers, which he would not have gotten.”

“How come?”

“There is no man worthy of you, Y/n.” She says imitating Ragnar’s voice. “Or as Uhtred would say if he can survive me killing him, then he can marry you.”

The Irishman burst out laughing, he couldn’t remember the last time he laughed, honestly. “They are protective I see.”

“Annoyingly so.”

They fell into a comfortable silence watching as the waves went back and forth, until Finan spoke back up. “C-Can I borrow your dagger?” Without questioning why he needed it, she handed over her favorite dagger. “It is so I can shave, thank you.”

Watching with a baited breath as he attempted to blindly shave the thick bush of hair on his face, wincing as he got too close to his skin. “Do- would you like me to do it?”

“Will you?” She nods. “Thank you.”

“It is okay.” Moving to rest on her knees smiling shyly when he spread his legs open so she could rest in between them, she carefully began shedding the hair - the whole time Finan couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “There.”

“Thank you, I feel like myself again.” Handing over the stone he was fiddling with to her. “As payment, my lady.”

“I have told you, I am not a lady.” Laughing as she takes the stone, she already knew she was going to treasure it forever. Handing him her dagger, he gave her a questioning look. “For trusting me bring a blade close to your face, no one has ever do that before.”

His eyes open comically causing her to fall into a fit of giggles.

Ragnar watched the scene before him, jaw clenched tightly as he heard his sister giggling - a sound he hadn’t heard in such a long time. Uhtred sat beside him, a grin on his broken lips.

It’s now been three years since Ragnar, Y/n, Steapa and Hild rescued Uhtred and Finan.

The Irishman was currently watching as Y/n played with a young Stiorra, a lovesick look in his eyes as he does so, everyone knew how he felt towards his lords sister - everyone but her. He couldn’t help it, not that he tried to stop it, for falling in love with her, from the moment they met she treat him with nothing but kindness and respect, she defended him whenever it was needed, she held him close at night when he had nightmares either from the torture he enduered on the slave ship or the images he saw on the battlefield, she fattened him up by piling his plate with food - watching and waiting as he ate every bite only for her to then put more on, she was the one who brought the spark and fire back into his eyes, the determination to survive each battle was because of her, he truly believed she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on - he would start fights with men who stared at her far to long for his liking. For Finan falling in love with Y/n was easy as breathing. It hurt, her not knowing how he felt, but he didn’t want to lose her so he kept quiet.

Sihtric knew how his friend felt, and because he was fed up of hearing Finan moaning and complimenting Y/n, he decided to tease him. “Lord, the man Y/n will be marrying, is he a good man?”

Uhtred’s eyes went wide. Y/n marrying? Since when? Frowning as he looked at the Dane, who nodded to the Irishman to his left - who was still yet to take his eyes off of Y/n. That’s when it hit him, he too decided to tease his friend by playing along. “Yes, he is.”

“Do you think he will treat her right?”

“Of course, or she would hurt him.” The two men laughed whilst Osferth sat there really confused to what was happening. “But yes he will treat her right.”

“Wait… what?” Finan’s eyes moved away from Y/n to Uhtred. “Who will treat who right?”

“The man marrying Y/n.”

“Oh.” All three of them felt instantly bad as Finan lowered his head, shrinking into himself as he gripped his cup tightly. “I did not realise she was marrying.”

“You have my blessing.” Uhtred said before his brain could catch up. Everyone knew that he didn’t want Y/n to marry, he knew how his friend felt, but he also knew how she felt for him; he honestly couldn’t hear her talking about him or how attractive the man is, or her telling him every single detail about the day she had with him one more time. But he knew in his heart that he didn’t trust any other man - aside from himself, Sihtric, Osferth and Ragnar - to protect, care and love her, and if they got married it meant he didn’t have to lose her and never see her again. He couldn’t think of a better man than Finan to marry his little sister, so giving the man his blessing he didn’t need to think about it. “I know she feels the same.”

“W-what? Ye can not be serious!” Finan stuttered. “I- she feels the- is this a joke?”

“I am not joking unless you do not wish-”

“No! No I do.” Downing the rest of his mead, he jumped up fixing his clothes - nearly tripping over his own feet as he did so, he made his way over to where Y/n was still happily playing with Stiorra. “Lady Y/n, c-can I speak with you?”

“You do not have to ask.” She chuckled, gesturing to Stiorra to go to her mother. “What is it?”

“Will- do you- erm.” As he stumbled over his words, his cheeks going even redder than they already were due to hearing the trio chuckling from their seats on the bench. Blurting out. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“What? Really?” Sihtric and Uhtred doubled over with laughter, Osferth rolled his eyes.

“Do you not want to-”

“I do! I want to marry you.” Pulling her closer by her waist, he searched her eyes for any doubted - finding none, he placed his lips on hers, both sighing in content.

The kiss comes to an end when a non subtle cough comes from the side of them.

“Go away Uhtred!” Y/n rolls her eyes as her brother stands there with his arms crossed and a disapproval look on his face, taking a hold of Finan’s hand she begins to drag him away, leading the Irishman towards her home.

“Where are you doing?”

“To celebrate with my fiance.” Finan’s eyes were practically bulging out as he registered Y/n’s words, a tent already forming uncomfortably in his trousers. Sihtric sat there choking on air. Osferth was gripping his cross and muttering a prayer. And Uhtred? Well he stood there stumbling over his words, whether in shock or horror she didn’t know nor care. Giggling as she shouts. “Do not disturb us!”

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