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Thank youuuu🥰🥰

I Was Enchanted to Meet You

Pairing Modern!Osferth x reader

Summary you see the same guy in the coffee shop almost every morning and decide to finally pluck up the courage to speak to him

Warnings none just fluff as per, not proofread

A/N This is for @emilyhufflepufftlk 500 challenge inspired by the song Enchanted! It’s one of my favs and I couldn’t not combine Taylor Swift and Osferth it’s just a perfect fit!

It was like clockwork. Every morning at 8:00 almost on the dot, he’d come in order his coffee and leave not even five minutes later. He always smiled and was overly friendly to the staff, something not many people were.

There had been a couple of times you’d been in the queue together waiting in an unusual silence, neither of you paying each other much mind. Most of the time though, you were sat reading whilst you drank your coffee when he came in and were more than happy to observe but never approach.

It’s not like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. He was cute and friendly but also cheeky. You had thought about approaching him and striking up a conversation but never acted on it out of fear he wouldn’t want to be bothered.

Then there was one morning he didn’t show. You were waiting in line when you spotted the time. It was almost ten minutes past the hour and you wondered if something was wrong. It was unlike him to not show. The minutes ticked by and it was almost your turn to order by the time he appeared.

Unlike the usual days, his hair was more wild, his cheeks flushed and he was struggling for air. Though with a quick smile he soon joined the queue right behind you. Lucky for him that there wasn’t anyone else, you thought.

As he stood trying to regain his breath, a thousand thoughts fluttered through your head. So much that you almost missed the barista ushering you forward.

“Oh.” You gasped giving an apologetic smile before turning back to the man behind you. “Would you like to go first? You’re in more of a rush than I am.”

“I really couldn’t.” He shakes his head and you’re able to look at him fully. His pale blue eyes that twinkle in an almost cartoonish way, it makes you wonder if he’s even real.

“Please, I don’t mind.” You step back slightly and allow him to step around, thanking you several times before placing his order. He’s fairly quick and waits around the side whilst they start making his drink. You’re quick to order your own and join him.

“Thank you again, normally I’m not this late.” He huffed a little, smiling to himself. Though you couldn’t help but notice the cautious way in which his eyes ran over your body.

“Oh I know that’s why I offered.” You tried to smile back but your expression dropped as you realised what you’d admitted. Of course you didn’t want to sound like you’d been watching the guy, which you had but that wasn’t the point. “I only mean that, oh god, that sounds awful, I just meant that…”

“I’ve seen you here before too, although you’re normally reading.” He cut you off as you scrambled for words and you couldn’t be more grateful for the relief. You didn’t want to seem like a complete idiot. Yet here he was admitting that he’d noticed you too.

“Oh.” Was all you could manage as your cheeks flushed.

“Not that I’ve been watching, I just happened to notice.” It was his turn to stumble over his words as he looked for a way to not sound overly creepy. Luckily for him, there was nothing other than adorable about him. “I’m in here almost everyday.”

“Me too.” You spoke softly as you smiled. Something in him switched. The boyish shyness dissipated and instead a wave of confidence washed over him as he adjusted to face you fully.

“It’s a shame we’ve never spoken before.” You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes flick down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. The way he looked at you as though you were the light in the darkness was enough to set your stomach in a rhythm of fluttering.

“Osferth, here’s your order.” You thoughts were cut off by the barista handing him, his takeaway cup, cutting in between both of you.

“Thank you.” The shyness came back as he thanked the server. He paused for a moment, as if considering what he was about to say next. “Maybe when I’m not rushing off we can share a coffee together, I’ll even come early and you can tell me all about the book you’re reading.” He smirked as he took a sip from his cup. How he could even drink it that hot was beyond you but you were a little distracted at the moment.

“I’d like that.” You smiled, trying to fight the urge to squeal in excitement.

“Me too.” He nodded. “I’ll see you around, maybe tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” You agreed, your smile wide and your cheeks burning. “See you tomorrow!” You called after him as he left the shop. Your eyes unable to leave him even as you were handed your drink. You hadn’t expected him to even give you the time of day let alone want to have a coffee with you.

Even after you left the coffee shop, he was all you thought about for the rest of the day. The way his voice sounded, the way he smiled. God, the way he looked at you like you were the very breath he craved. You were sure that when you saw him again you would be truly enchanted by him.

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halfmylife · 11 months

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Love Languages

Say Yes To Me

Brush My Hair

“Stop that before someone thinks you like me”

I’m Not Going Anywhere - Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Meet Me in the Woods - Part 1

#sihtric the last kingdom #tlk sihtric #sihtric #masterlist

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halfmylife · 11 months

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FINAN | THE LAST KINGDOM 5.08

@morosemagick @medievalfangirl @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @trenko-heart @finanhasmyheart @lllostgirlll @magravenwrites @kingslionheart @lauwrite1225 @itbmojojoejo @madrielite @princess--of--the--dragonstone @finanmoghra

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halfmylife · 11 months

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Love Languages

Nothing Could Keep Me From You

I’ll Always Come Back To You

Late Night Confessions

Lead the Way

Sleep Will Not Come

“Do you want my help or not?”

Just us

Sorry I’m Late (Modern!AU)

With You By My Side - Part 1 || Part 2

#finan #finan the last kingdom #finan the agile #masterlist

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halfmylife · 11 months

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Slowly working on a new and updated masterlist as my current one doesn’t work (I’m aware most of the links either take you out of the app or don’t even work) and I will also be setting up specific character master lists to help with navigation!

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halfmylife · 11 months

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Masterlist Dividers [3]

I had a request for a lighter version for darker themed blogs in the similar style to the masterlist dividers I created recently so here they are!

Tagging @queennatbat

Please like and reblog if you use or save.

Requests are OPEN! (until 30th November).

Dividers List

#will absolutely be using these for my Masterlist #they’re so pretty

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halfmylife · 11 months

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I’m down so bad for tattoo artist Finan😭

"You Found Me" - Modern!Finan x Reader

a/n: a request from my beloved @exitpursuedbyavulcan 🥰❤️

Summary: When you go to get a tattoo of your ex's name covered up by Finan, a friendship forms between the two of you, and soon? It becomes something far deeper.

Word Count: 2,035

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, profanity, innuendo, mentions of slight pain/discomfort when getting tats, p in v sex, oral f receiving, slight size kink, tummy bulge

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

Finan loves his job, really, he does. Tattooing is one of his greatest joys in life. He’s an artistic guy at heart and he loves helping people decorate their bodies the way they want to. Working with his best friends is an added bonus.

However? Ever since Sihtric and Osferth got girlfriends, both of whom they met through the shop, he can’t help but feel a bit… Isolated. They’re always going off on double dates together, constantly talking about their girlfriends, and meanwhile? He remains catastrophically single. Today, he’s glad he’s working with Uhtred, his fellow single man and the shop owner, as he finishes up tattooing a client. Once they leave, he approaches Uhtred and they begin talking.

“So, how goes your search for a lady?” Uhtred smirks at his friend as he ties his long hair back into a bun.

Finan scoffs, “Terrible. I don’t understand how Osferth managed to get a girlfriend before I did.”

Uhtred hums in acknowledgement, “Well, have you tried putting yourself out there? On dating apps and the like?”

“Yes, and they all turn out to be catfishing,” Finan groans, “Uhtred, I can’t go on like this, I haven’t had sex in nearly eight months! That’s practically a pregnancy’s worth of abstinence!”

“Strange comparison,” Uhtred hears the door chime and glances up, smirking to himself, “Hey, I think your next client is here.”

Finan sighs and turns to see, quite possibly, the cutest girl he’s ever seen in his life. You’re fucking adorable, he thinks, your hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing a baggy hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. You seem a bit hesitant as you walk up to the counter, speaking in a soft, unsure voice, saying you have an appointment for a tattoo consult. Finan checks you in and immediately leads you to his desk, giving you an awkward smile, one that has Uhtred covering his mouth, barely holding back his laughter at his friend’s expense.

“Well, I guess I need a cover-up,” you say sheepishly, showing him your wrist where the name Æthelred is tattooed, “My ex and I got them when we graduated high school and, you know how it is. Didn’t last and now I’m stuck with this. Sorry.”

Finan nods in understanding, giving you a sympathetic smile, “Don’t apologize, we’ve all been there, sweetheart.”

You feel your cheeks warm slightly at the pet name and ask him, “What do people usually get for cover-ups?”

He opens a binder and begins showing you a few options you have, and chuckles when your eyes are continuously drawn to a tattoo of a wolf, “You like wolves, huh?”

“Wolves are cool,” you mumble, “I’ve always liked them.”

Finan smiles at you, “Alright then, sweetheart, let’s fix you up with a wolf tattoo. It’s going to look amazing on you, I promise on my honor as an Irishman.”

You give him a small smile, “Okay. Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Let me get to work.”

Finan begins sketching out an idea for your cover-up, glancing over at you every so often. You’re sweet and pretty, but you seem so sad. He knows how hard breakups can be, and it sounds like you and this Æthelred guy were together for a long time. He was probably your first serious boyfriend, by the looks of it. Finan can see the dark circles under your eyes, the way you hide your hands in the sleeves of your hoodie. He’s been there, and he wants to help you.

So, when you come back a week later to get the actual tattoo done, he’s all smiles, joking with you and talking. You’re a little more forthcoming than the last time you were there, telling him some funny stories about your friends from the sorority you’re in, laughing at his horrible puns, even mentioning things in passing about your family. He’s. just so easy to talk to, you find, and he makes you want to open up to him.

You end up forming a strange sort of friendship with him. Finan is like the sun, you soon realize, bright and full of life. And being around him, the shrinking violet you became after your breakup blossoms into something far more. You feel your old self start to return, the smiles coming to you easier, the laughter bursting forth from your lips far more often. And when he hugs you, with that bear hug he always goes for, you feel as though your heart is about to burst.

Finan keeps his feelings for you well-hidden at first, no matter how badly he finds himself wanting to lean over and kiss you when you drop him coffee at the tattoo parlor, no matter how badly he wants to pull you into his arms and never let you go when your nose scrunches up laughing at his jokes. You’re everything he’s ever wanted. You’re sweet, you’re funny, and above all? You’re honest, one of the most important qualities he looks for in a partner. But time and again, you’ve mentioned that you’re scared of dating again. Of getting hurt again. And as your friend, he knows he has to respect that.

One day, the two of you sit eating ice cream at the ice cream parlor close to the tattoo shop. And you look so goddamn pretty, he can hardly stand it. You have your hair pulled back off your face, your eyes have this sparkle in them as you gaze at him, eating your treat, and the way you smile at him is practically irresistible. Then, you lean forward and push his hand toward his mouth, causing him to get ice cream in his beard.

You giggle at his shocked expression, “Sorry, sorry! You just looked so out of it! Don’t hate me.”

Finan bursts into laughter, grabbing a napkin, “You’re a right menace, you know that, sweetheart?”

You shrug, “That’s why you love me, isn’t it?”

And it hits him. He does. He loves you.

Fuck.

He gazes at you with that soft, sweet expression on his face that’s so quintessentially Finan before he responds, “I do. Love you, I mean.”

You look at him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest, knowing that he truly means what he’s saying. You smile at him, taking his hand and resting yours on top of it, your thumb stroking his palm.

“I love you too,” you laugh gently, the sound making Finan’s cheeks burn bright red, “You’re… It’s like you brought me back to life, you know? I was so lost after the break up and you found me.”

“I’ll always find you,” Finan promises, “You never have to worry about that, sweetheart.”

That evening, the two of you have one of your usual Friday movie nights, this time watching “Friends With Benefits” followed by “No Strings Attached”, laughing about the fact that it’s Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis in films with the same exact plot but not starring together. Finan seems shy almost, hesitant to make a move. But you know how long both of you have gone without sex, the topic being something you’ve both lamented more than once. And now that you’ve confessed your mutual feelings for each other…

There’s really nothing stopping you.

You pause the movie and lean over, capturing Finan’s lips with your own. Though he’s taken by surprise at first, he immediately returns the kiss, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. Your hands move to his hair, nails raking gently across his scalp. Finan moans against your lips, moving to lay you down on the sofa, hovering over you. You smile up at him softly as he removes his shirt before helping you out of your own, eyes widening with desire as you bare your chest to him. He kisses your neck, moving down to one of your breasts, laving attention on your nipple with his tongue before moving to the other, making you gasp out his name in a plea for more.

Finan kisses a trail down your stomach to just below your navel before slowly unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them down your legs. You’re slightly taken by surprise when he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lace-clad core, his beard tickling your thighs as he moves your panties down, tossing them aside.

“I’m going to make you feel like the queen you are, sweetheart,” he promises before licking a stripe along your pussy, making you whimper his name.

Finan’s tongue moves to your clit, toying with it, and he can tell by the way your body is trembling against his movements that you absolutely love it. He suckles at the sensitive bud, making you throw your head back against the sofa, hand tugging on his hair as he spreads your thighs apart with his hands, not allowing you to close them. Finan’s tongue works you to your peak and then? He begins lapping at your folds, tapping your thigh in a silent demand to keep your eyes on him as he pleasures you. Every movement of his head causes his beard to tickle you again, the sensation adding another dimension to the experience, making you nearly sob as he brings you to your peak again not once, but twice, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful, all fucked out like this, sweetheart,” he breathes, moving away to free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.

Your eyes go wide at how long and thick he is, already achingly hard for you. You bite your lip, leaning forward and extending your hand to him, but he stops you.

“Tonight is all about you, love,” Finan says, grabbing a condom out of his discarded jean pocket, rolling it on, the movement of his hand alone driving you wild, “There’ll be time for that later.”

You nod as he settles himself between your legs. Finan sheathes himself inside you slowly, careful not to hurt you, but it’s so fucking hard to go slow for him when it’s been so long and your cunt is squeezing him so fucking perfectly. When he bottoms out inside of you, you’ve never felt so full or complete in your life. He’s much bigger than your ex, the biggest you’ve had, and the stretch is deliciously pleasant. Finan begins snapping his hips against yours when you give him a tiny nod, letting out low groans of your name, bending down to kiss your neck as he pounds into you. He kisses your lips, his hands finding yours, holding them tightly in his own as he continues fucking you, no sounds in the room save for those of your soft moans, his murmuring your name almost as though in prayer, and your skin against his.

“Finan,” you whimper, “I’m so close, please…”

Finan nods, his hand moving away from yours to circle your clit, smirking to himself as he admires the bulge in your stomach that protrudes ever so slightly every time he slams into you, “Fuck, sweetheart, you take me so perfectly. Never gonna let you go now that I found you, you know that? Love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Finan,” you breathe, “I’m so glad you found me, I love you more than words can say…”

He expertly circles your pearl with his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until he feels you squeezing around him, your walls gripping him like a vice as you cry out his name, your face twisted in pleasure. He reaches his own end soon after, pressing another kiss to your lips before he moans your name.

Finan moves off of you to discard the used condom, coming back with a bottle of water for you, smiling softly, “Was that alright?”

“It was perfect,” you assure him, “A perfect night with my perfect boyfriend.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?” he teases, taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the wolf tattoo on your wrist, tracing his finger over it for a moment, “Because if so, I gladly accept.”

“Good,” you pull him into another kiss.

The first of many.

#like hello???#pls marry me

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halfmylife · 11 months

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I love him too😭 thank you so much, so glad you enjoyed it💖

I Was Enchanted to Meet You

Pairing Modern!Osferth x reader

Summary you see the same guy in the coffee shop almost every morning and decide to finally pluck up the courage to speak to him

Warnings none just fluff as per, not proofread

A/N This is for @emilyhufflepufftlk 500 challenge inspired by the song Enchanted! It’s one of my favs and I couldn’t not combine Taylor Swift and Osferth it’s just a perfect fit!

As he stood trying to regain his breath, a thousand thoughts fluttered through your head. So much that you almost missed the barista ushering you forward.

“Oh.” You gasped giving an apologetic smile before turning back to the man behind you. “Would you like to go first? You’re in more of a rush than I am.”

“I really couldn’t.” He shakes his head and you’re able to look at him fully. His pale blue eyes that twinkle in an almost cartoonish way, it makes you wonder if he’s even real.

“Thank you again, normally I’m not this late.” He huffed a little, smiling to himself. Though you couldn’t help but notice the cautious way in which his eyes ran over your body.

“Oh.” Was all you could manage as your cheeks flushed.

“Me too.” You spoke softly as you smiled. Something in him switched. The boyish shyness dissipated and instead a wave of confidence washed over him as he adjusted to face you fully.

“Osferth, here’s your order.” You thoughts were cut off by the barista handing him, his takeaway cup, cutting in between both of you.

“I’d like that.” You smiled, trying to fight the urge to squeal in excitement.

“Me too.” He nodded. “I’ll see you around, maybe tomorrow?”

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