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WOOOOOO!!!!!!

thinking about viktor. ♡

featuring: viktor x gn!reader.

summary: my friend asked for viktor headcanons, i started and didn't stop, now they're here. enjoy. ♡

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. death joke ("he'll die happy" sort of deal).

tags: fluff | domestic | spoiler free | no y/n use

a/n: n/a. | divider credit: starry night by @thecutestgrotto , support by @cafekitsune | wc: 315 | ao3

he loves having his hair played with. let him lay on top of you and toy with his hair and he will marry you on the spot

speaking of laying on top of you he LOVES to cuddle like that. head on chest, arms around waist, THAT is how he will die happy

he likes being organized but finds it difficult to keep things that way. one day the lab will be spotless and everything will have its place, and by the next 10+ hours there will be papers everywhere and viktor is sitting there mumbling to himself. he does his best to keep everything a certain way and succeeds most of the time but when he gets into it man, everything is everywhere. but if you try to move it he will bite you. /j lh

his notes are very well-written and nicely ordered but sometimes he'll doodle little hearts with your initials on them and he'll draw you

when he's not working he does like to sketch and he's a very good artist, he just can't give enough of his time to it

if he were to have a pet he would want a cat or an axolotl. he would feed stray animals as much as he could whenever he could, he likes taking care of them and though he can't let them into his home, he wants to so badly (totally not inspired by a post i made on here/s lh)

he also loves pigeons. after what humans did to them, he always tries to make friends with them and gives them good foods uwu

viktor bites you because he thinks it's funny. it's also his way of showing affection. they'll be cuddling and he'll just- OOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM and you're like WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY 😭 (you also think it's funny and do the same to him, it doesn't bother you)

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Christmas-y Sweet Milk

jayvik

In which growing up Viktor never had the money to celebrate the holidays, let alone spend money on seasonal drinks. Lucky, Jayce is about to fix that

pairing: Jayce x Viktor category: fluff

a/n: IM KINDA LATE BUT HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! i wanted to write a little something for christmas and ive been wanting to write a jayvik fic for a while so here’s me testing the waters :) i was originally going to write a christmas jayvik ANGST fic but IM FEELING JOLLY!!!!!

“I told you to bring a scarf, Jayce.” Viktor scolds as he takes his scarf, wrapping it around Jayce’s neck.

Jayce’s nose was red from the cold, and his lips were curled into a pout as Viktor lectured him. He had one hand on Viktor’s hip to balance him and the other holding his cane as he apologized, “I…I couldn’t find it, and I didn’t want to be late,” he explains, lowering his head like a dog being yelled at.

Viktor gives him a non-threatening glare, his gaze softening at Jayce’s pout; with a huff, he pulls his scarf over Jayce’s pink nose as he takes his cane back, walking along the stalls in the Christmas market.

Jayce quickly catches up with him, pushing the scarf down with his gloved hands.

“I was thinking we could grab a holiday drink, whichever you prefer,” he says with a grin.

Viktor’s eyes scan the different stalls, his eyes locking onto one with handmade ornaments before breaking his gaze to look at Jayce.

“Can’t say I’ve ever had a holiday drink,” he says, his face scrunching down slightly as he shrugs. “So we can get whatever you’d like.”

Jayce stops in his tracks, Viktor stopping shortly after to look at him.

“You’ve never had cider?!” Jayce says, looking at Viktor like he had grown a third arm.

Viktor shrugs again as he shakes his head.

“What about eggnog?!” Another no.

“Hot cocoa?!”

“Everyone’s had hot chocolate, Jayce.”

Jayce looked pitiful as he moved toward Viktor, gripping him by his shoulders.

“I’d be the worst boyfriend ever if I let this continue!”

So Viktor sat at one of the picnic tables that surrounded the giant Christmas tree in the center of the market, waiting for Jayce.

Everyone could see Piltover’s man of progress’ excitement as he walked back towards where he had left Viktor, carrying three cups in his gloved hands.

Viktor could still see some of the snow clinging to Jayce's glove from when he pushed the snow from the table so they could use it.

“Okay—“ he huffs upon sitting down, “these two are hot,” he pushes the cider and hot cocoa towards Viktor. “And this one, you will be trying last,” Jayce says, making Viktor look away from the drink closet to Jayce. “I think you’ll like it,”he says with a toothy grin.

“Try the cider first!” He encouraged, Viktor could practically see a tail wagging as he took the hot cider into his own gloved hand, removing the lid to smell it.

“Apple and….” he sniffs again “Cinnamon?” He looks at Jayce through his lashes, who nods excitedly.

Viktor blows on the cider a few times before taking a sip.

Jayce’s lips curl into a smile as he laughs upon seeing Viktor’s face scrunch up.

“you don’t like it?”

“I never said that…” he hums, letting the taste linger on his tongue. “It’s…bitter…” he says as he pushes the lid back on.

“so you don’t like it?” The golden boy asks with an amused smile.

“Not particularly, no.”

“You should try the one my mom makes,” Jayce says, replacing the cider with the hot chocolate cup. “I think you’d like it better.”

Viktor simply hums as he lifts the lid to the cup.

“Peppermint?” he questions upon taking a sniff of the hot drink.

Jayce nods, “Yeah! You said you’ve had regular hot chocolate, and how much more Christmas-y can you get than with peppermint?”

Viktor hums in agreement as he blows on the steaming cup in front of him a few times before taking a quick sip as to not burn his tongue, humming as he licks his lips.

“What did you think?” Jayce leans forward, eagerly awaiting his answer.

“It's better than the other,” he decides.

“But you don’t like it?” he pouts.

“I didn’t say that…” Viktor meets Jayce’s eyes. “The peppermint…It’s a bit much.”

Jayce’s brows furrow as he reaches for the cup, taking a sip for himself.

“I guess they did go a little heavy with the peppermint…” he mumbles.

“I think I prefer regular hot chocolate, Jayce.” Viktor says, sliding the lid towards the man sitting across from him.

Jayce huffs as he puts the lid back on; he is upset he hasn’t found a holiday drink that Viktor likes.

“Okay, here!” He places the eggnog in front of him. “Now try the eggnog! I know you’ll like it!”

“You sound confident,” he says, pulling the lid off just like he had with the others.

“I am!” This made Viktor smile as he brought the cup up to his nose; it smelled sweet, one of the more pleasant-smelling drinks.

He moved the cup to his lips, taking a small sip, his brows scrunching slightly as he tilted his head.

Viktor’s silence began to worry Jayce, but then Viktor took another sip.

“…I like it…” he decides.

“I knew you would!” Jayce celebrates, his lips growing into a grin once again.

“It’s like…a Christmas-fied sweet milk,” a small smile grows on Viktor’s face as he takes another, bigger sip.

Jayce’s smile grows bigger upon seeing Viktor’s own smile.

Jayce let Viktor enjoy his drink for a few more minutes before deciding it was time to walk around again.

“Come on,” Jayce says as he stands up.

“We have some more shops to look at before we head back,”

So the two walk through the Christmas market with their drinks in hand.

Jayce takes turns between sipping the cider and the hot cocoa while Viktor happily drinks his eggnog.

Jayce happily rambles about Christmas memories he’s had with his mother, and Viktor gives him encouraging nods and hums as he listens.

The two quickly finish their drinks, throwing the cups away as they decide to head back to the lab.

“This was fun,” Jayce says upon arriving in front of the lab.

“It was,” Viktor says with a small smile.

“I, uh,” Jayce clears his throat as he lifts a hand to nervously itch his cheek. “I’ve got a council meeting to get to… but—“ He places the same hand on Viktor’s cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. “I’ll come find you afterwards, okay?”

Viktor’s eyes seem to close on their own as he leans into his touch.

“Okay,” he whispers.

Jayce has a warm smile on his face as his eyes wander over Viktor’s face.

He’s about to pull away when his eyes flicker to the doorway above them.

“Look,” he says quietly, gesturing above them.

Viktor’s eyes open, his brows furrow in confusion as he looks up.

And there it was, a piece of mistletoe that seemed to be taped up in a hurry

“Did you hang this up?” Viktor questions as he moves his eyes to meet Jayce’s.

“When would I have time to do that?” Jayce looked almost offended that he had asked, “I’ve been with you all day!”

Viktor wasn’t buying it, but he didn’t say anything.

“Look,” he looks at the ground. “I would hate to break tradition. It’s bad luck…” He says, his eyes flicking back up to meet Viktor’s as he turns on his puppy eyes.

Viktor laughs, causing Jayce’s cheeks to turn a light pink.

“It’s bad luck?” Viktor repeats, “Who told you that?”

Jayce’s mouth gapes like a fish out of water as he tries to think, “I just... I just heard it somewhere, okay?!”

“Okay,” Viktor agrees with one more laugh. “I’d be the worst boyfriend ever if I made you break tradition,” he says, repeating Jayce’s earlier words with a slight smile.

Jayce’s face lights up like a Christmas tree as he eagerly moves his other hand to cup Viktor’s face, pressing his lips against his with excited movements.

Viktor’s caught off guard, placing a hand on Jayce’s upper arm as he stumbles slightly.

The kiss was rushed and eager.

“Sorry—“ Jayce pulls away, catching his breath. “I didn’t like that one. Can I—can I try again?”

This time Viktor starts the kiss, his hand moving to cup Jayce’s cheek.

Jayce’s own hands loosened on Viktor’s face; one moved to cup the back of his neck.

This kiss was gentle and warm.

Jayce has a stupid grin on his face as they pull apart. “One more?” he says with a hopeful expression.

“Go to your meeting,” Viktor simply says, pushing Jayce’s face away.

“I’ll see you after!” Jayce promises, pressing a kiss against Viktor’s cheek before running off to the meeting.

“You still have my scarf!” Viktor shouts towards Jayce, who is now at the end of the hall.

“I’ll return it when I see you later!” He shouts back before turning the corner.

Viktor shakes his head with a smile as he enters the cold lab.

Jayce had been the one to hang the mistletoe up; he had woken up earlier than needed so he could get dressed and go to the lab before he had to meet Viktor, and that was evident by the scarf hanging on one of the hooks by the door, but Viktor would let Jayce believe he was blissfully unaware.

a/n: I didnt really like how this turned out but I wanted to get something out there before the new years because the other things I’m working on are taking a bit longer than I expected（╹◡╹）♡ likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[pyschosoda]

my goat had posted once again

asking the arcane characters what pet they would want! ♡

featuring: viktor x gn!reader (romantic). alternate universe!powder & gn!reader (platonic).

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. spoilers for season 2 act 3 in the first two photos and tags.

tags: smau | fluff | alternate universe!vander, silco, benzo mentioned | powder and reader poke fun at vander /lh | mischievous powder and reader | pet names | established relationship

divider credit: @cafekitsune

a/n: hi dears!! a little something for all of you to cope with arcane's end. i have a part 2 that will be saved for tomorrow if i am able to post it, so be on the lookout.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[pyschosoda]

"Not all men." You're right, Podrick Payne would never.

[pyschosoda]

thank u for feeding me val _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

the arcane characters missing you!

featuring: caitlyn x f/non-binary!reader. mel, jayce & finn x gn!reader.

summary: what do the arcane characters text you when they miss you?

warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. do not spoil season 2 in the replies. violence mention (heimerdinger being annoyed with hoskel overexaggerated). nothing else!

tags: smau | spoiler-free! | fluff | physical affection mentions | pet names | lesbian caitlyn | canon lesbian character | jayce misses you so bad that he picks you up early

divider credit: heart by @isisjupiter, support by @cafekitsune

a/n: hi my dears!! i have been very fixated on arcane ever since season 2 came out so i present you with these! i'm very excited for the new episodes tomorrow! i hope you enjoy the silliness! <3

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THIS IS SO GOOD AND CUTE!!!! captured theons character so well

╰┈➤ theon greyjoy x mermaid!reader headcanons

a/n : seeing as winterfell is a landlocked city, I did have to improvise a bit, but I'm hoping you will find my take on this request reasonable <3

a special thank you to @angelseraphines for reading this for me as I was writing and making sure that my portrayal of theon didn't stray too far from his canon-self

╰┈➤ it is a strange thing - that the lake outside the city walls never appears to freeze over. the people of winterfell have speculated as to why for centuries. some say that the lake remaining as it is is a blessing from the old gods, a reassurance that the people will always have water to drink and a reminder that their gods will never abandon them. others pass down tales to their children of the children of the forest, and the traces they left behind - the weirwood tree and its roots dipped into soil, the soil that leads into the lake.

╰┈➤ theon greyjoy was not born of winterfell, but he had done his best to see it as his home. he had grown to see robb as his brother, and he cared for the rest of the starks too.

╰┈➤ in spite of his great desire to be a stark, a true part of the family, theon was always aware that his position as a ward was in truth the position of a political hostage, dangled in front of his father to ensure his loyalty to the crown.

╰┈➤ even as a boy, he was drawn to the lake. he would climb atop the city walls and sit in silence for quite some time, simply gazing pensively at the lake. it too was a strange and different thing - just as he himself was.

╰┈➤ as he grew older, his visits to the lake because less frequent - he found other ways to mitigate the strain on his heart. he would oft visit ros at the pleasure house, he'd practice his archery, he'd join tourneys. and yet, there was still something within the lake calling out to him, drawing him in - and he never truly could forgo his visits.

╰┈➤ it was on the eve of his nineteenth nameday that he encountered you for the first time. you had noticed him long ago, and you watched him during every of his visits, even allowed him to get a glimpse of the shine of your tail a handful of times. most of the mermaids beneath the lake were old and uninterested in the people that walked on land. there was a time when they lived in harmony with the children of the forest, but as the children were hunted down and brought to extinction, the mermaids of winterfell lake swore not to allow the first men or their descendants to ever lay eyes upon them.

╰┈➤ you understood their fears, truly you did - you could see the sorrow in the eyes of the eldest of your cove, a sorrow you know dates back six millenia. you feared the people that walked on land too, but you didn't fear theon. you sensed the war in his mind, you recognised the sense of not belonging. you sensed it because you felt it too, a young, naive mermaid in a lake of ancient beings - a young, naive mermaid, the first to be born in a thousand years.

╰┈➤ his eighteenth nameday was the first time he rode out of the city to spend his day on the shore of the lake, and you knew that this was the only opportunity you would ever get to see him up close. you crept closer to the shore, allowing your tail and the top of your head to rise slightly above the water's surface and keeping your eyes glued to the image of the man before you.

╰┈➤ he noticed you then, as you unassumingly lifted your head above the water - allowing yourself to glance at him. you knew your elders could not hear of this moment, for you knew how enraged they would be with you. you could not bring yourself to care, for as enamored as theon was with the lake, you were just as enamored with the towering, thick castle walls and the mystery of what lies beyond them. just as something kept calling the greyjoy lad to the lake, something kept calling you to the city.

╰┈➤ a man often accused of vanity by the whispers that surrounded him, theon was enraptured by the otherworldly atmosphere that seemed to surround you. your features were different to what he had been used to considering beautiful, but he found them enchanting to look at nonetheless. he considered capturing you, for a brief moment - he wondered if it would prove something to the starks, that it was only him that could lure a creature of the deep to the surface. he wondered if it would make lord eddard proud, or if it would solidify him as the ironborn he was supposed to be.

╰┈➤ he called out to you then, beckoning you to draw nearer. the people of the iron islands oft spoke of mermaids - of how the grey king was one, and of how he became the king of the western islands and all seas beyond, as well of the drowned god and the mermaids that serve him within the confines of his watery walls. his mother spoke to him of mermaids too, but her tales were always much gentler. she would say that the ironborn would find the most beautiful of mermaids and take them to bride, that the half-fish women would shed their tails for legs and bear their husbands the most beautiful of children, part sea and part land - as all ironborn were meant to be.

╰┈➤ you crept closer to land, nearly close enough that he could reach a hand out to touch your shimmering skin, and yet with enough of a distance between you that you could turn around and return to the depths of your home. your first conversation could hardly be called much of a conversation, and while you could speak the common tongue ( you oft listened to the people speak within the walls, their voices booming and echoing through the cove beneath the city), you had a hard time figuring out what to say to him. for the most part, you simply looked at one another that very first day - until the day's end was near and the hour of the bat was drawing close.

╰┈➤ "I will return. when the sun's returned to the skies on the morrow, I will return. you best be here then." he spoke to you, a tinge of arrogance in his voice. it was as if he knew that you wouldn't defy his request, as if he knew his presence held some power over you - and it pleased him. he held so little power within the stark household, so the hint of it always inflated his sense of self. he knew that you too held some power over him, but he would not speak of it outloud.

╰┈➤ before he had encountered you, he had intended to visit ros that evening. instead, he returned to his chambers rather soon after dinner, content to sleep through the night and wait for the morning to come - the following morning he rose much earlier, quite soon into the hour of the nightingale. it was still dark out, but he wished to fulfill his duties for the day before he set out to see the lake, and the vision discovered the day before, once again. he usually wouldn't be permitted to leave the walls of the city two days in a row, but his nameday had just passed and lord stark was more lenient towards him during that time of the year.

╰┈➤ you waited for him until he arrived, choosing to draw near to the shore just as the sun appeared on the horizon. on this day, you were both much more relaxed. the moment he saw you smile he knew he had no intention of capturing you and bringing you to winterfell, content to keep these peaceful moments to himself - reluctant to share them with anyone else. you felt safer too, now that you had broken the ice and knew he wished you no harm.

╰┈➤ "speak to me of life beneath the waves" he demanded boyishly, that vein of arrogance pouring off his tongue. you minded not, noticing the sorrow beneath his gaze. you knew he was not born of here, and the people of the town oft whispered of the seaside boy taken from his home to come here. you knew it to be him the first moment you saw him dangling his legs off the castle walls. and so you spoke to him of life beneath the waves - of your sisters and brothers, all at least a millenium older than you, of the beautiful cove protected from the human eye and the ephemeral sights only you and your kin could lay eyes upon, of the elders and their refusal to allow you to draw near. he listened intently to all of it, hanging off every word of yours. he wanted to know all of it - wanted to know you more and more with every passing word that left your mouth.

╰┈➤ you spoke to him for hours on end. each time you declared to ask him a question too, he urged you to keep speaking. you spoke until the night drew nearer. he told you that he would return in half a moon's time, as he could not afford to leave the castle walls quite so often. "I will be here when you return, only if you will speak to me of life behind the castle walls" was what you said to him as he prepared to leave. he felt indignant at your words for a few passing moments, but reluctantly agreed to your request as he wished to see you again.

╰┈➤ the next time he returned, he had brought you something. a small iron pendant he acquired at the market, and he had given it to you teasingly, remarking that you should be flattered that the heir to the iron islands had deemed you worthy of such a gift. in truth, he spent the whole way to the lake pondering over if you would like it - and determining that you would with a small huff as his journey drew to a close. this time, he too spoke more freely - of his memories of the iron islands, of his family - mostly of his mother and her tales of mermaids. you laughed then and asked him if that was what he would desire, to which he winked at you playfully and told you that the possibility wasn't far off his mind.

╰┈➤ he spoke to you of what you asked of him too, of life in winterfell, beyond the walls you so often stared at. he spoke to you off lord stark, of his children and namely the boy he grew to consider his brother, robb stark. he spoke to you of archery, of his tourneys and his journeys. you listened just as intently as he had listened to you the last time you saw him. he didn't think he had ever felt this peaceful - at least not since the first time he sat atop the castle walls, the moment he first discovered the lake. as the pale hint of orange seeped into the blues of the sky, you reached out to him once and he grasped your hand in his for a few moments, opting to leave a kiss on the palm of your hand before he retreated to the city as the gentle dusk gave way to the dark night.

╰┈➤ he visited you as often as he could, without causing the stark family to worry whether or not he too was planning to incite a rebellion. he spoke to robb of you once, to assuage the concern his dear friend was beginning to show. he couldn't tell him the full truth, but he told him he met a girl who lived outside the castle walls near the city, and that he found pleasure in your company. he didn't give away too many details, but he was content knowing that robb wouldn't be too concerned with his frequent journeys. he didn't know that it was the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that reassured his friend, as opposed to the words he so craftfully weaved together.

╰┈➤ it was during his seventh visit to the lake that he kissed you for the first time. you were confiding your sorrows of your elders' distrust to him, and he leaned down to place a kiss upon your brow, as he had begun to do from his fifth visit onwards. you looked up at him then, and he couldn't help leaning down and placing a chaste peck upon your lips, before returning to deepen it. something changed between you and him then, and you began to behave more like lovers from then on.

╰┈➤ his visits to the pleasure house had already grown infrequent the moment he met you. he still had his needs, of course - but he found it hard to find time for them as he was oft attempting to finish with his duties on time to come visit you or attempting to find something in the city that he believed you would like and hide in your cove, to keep only for yourself as he had kept your encounters only for himself. now, however, he was content to accept that he wouldn't be returning there anytime soon, thoughts of you drowning out the idea of anyone else.

╰┈➤ your relationship with theon was a playful one. he oft teased you and you'd respond by splashing water onto his tail in response. his touches were rough but kind, and his kisses were sloppy but loving. you were both content to behave as if there was no distance between what you both were, preferring to banish the question of 'what comes next?' to the back of your minds.

╰┈➤ on his nineteenth nameday, a year into knowing you - theon brought you a small cloth with the image of a yellow kraken sown into it. it was the symbol of his house, and as he couldn't quite cloak you in the traditions of westerosi weddings, he deemed this to be the most likely way to proclaim his devotion. you could wear it on your wrist, claim to your elders that you happened upon it on the shores of the lake and kept it to yourself. you didn't consider yourselves wedded, but theon's prideful exclamations of binding the world's most beautiful creature to himself would stay with you evermore.

╰┈➤ this lighthearted atmosphere was unfortunately not to last. when theon informed you of the king's family arriving to winterfell within a few days' time, you felt an inexplicable feeling of dread come over you. he had noticed it then and assured you that all would be well, that they wouldn't stay that long and that he'd return soon. nothing could keep him away from you, now could it?

╰┈➤ it would be weeks before he'd come to see you again and the sight of him twisted and turned your heart as if tearing it apart. he appeared as lonely and conflicted as he was on the day you first encountered him, the sorrow in his eyes as prominent as ever, dark lines appearing under them. he spoke to you of bran and his accident, of lord stark's capture and of robb's intention to raise the banners and march down south. this time you were the one attempting to reassure him, right up until the very moment he told you that he intended to march down south with robb. you knew that you shouldn't have been as shocked and opposed as you were, but you were afraid. you didn't know much of land, but you always knew of war - of bloodshed, demise and misery. you promised to pray for him then, even if your kind hadn't truly prayed since the vanishing of the children of the forest. you promised to pray to the old gods and the drowned god, to the faith of the seven and any others of whose existence you would come to know of. you saw him off with a heavy heart then.

╰┈➤ you attempted to listen to the people of the city from within your cove for months on end, keeping your ear to the ground for any new information on theon's wellbeing. the townspeople were just as in the dark as you were, and it only made you feel more helpless. you could slowly feel the hope within you begin to fade away as the days dragged on - that was until you finally heard his name from within the city. what you heard however, wasn't what you were expecting to hear. theon greyjoy had captured winterfell.

a/n : and that's it for my first post on this platform! I wasn't quite sure how to end it, but I'm quite content with the way I did. if you guys do want a part 2 that deals with this dynamic with post-reek!theon, please do let me know 🩷 I hope you've enjoyed reading this, and if you did - please do make sure to let me know as feedback is so incredibly important to me. thank you so very much for your time and I hope that you'll consider reading other works of mine that I hope to post on this page soon <33

PS. please do forgive me for adding tags of other characters to this post - it's the first one I've ever made and I'm trying to get my page out for people to see. That being said, I have no intention of tagging characters I don't write for, so please make sure to request them as well if you're interested in seeing more from me.

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HIS NAME IS MIMZY AND THIS IS HIS SISTER PAISLEY!!! (๑>◡<๑) (PLEASE MAKE MORE WALLPAPERS THEY R SO CUTE!!!!)

that wallpaper you made was sooo cute!! (o^^o) i ended up putting a picture of my cat in it! isnt he so handsome? ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

OMG YAY SOMEONE USED IT, THIS IS SO CUTE HELLO??? WHATS YOUR CATS NAME :D AND YES HE IS VERY VERY HANDSOME ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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I cannot let this continue 🫡 i’ll feed u guys…

also—ik i’ve said it before, but the lack of podrick fan fic is truly a crime. someone get on that asap

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Please, Lord

Lord!Osferth x Servant!Reader

a/n: omg!! sorry this took so long I had crazy writers block all the sudden but I hope you enjoy it!!! (o^^o) I’m going to try to write the first chapter to my OsferthxOC fic before starting my other requests so be on the lookout for that!! :3c

requested by - @slytherincursebreaker

It was no secret that Osferth was a kind lord, often treating his servants fairly and giving them generous pay. 

Some might be shocked to find out that the ex-monk had taken one of his sweet little servants to be his bed warmer.

And what a pretty thing she was. He would often wake up first just to simply admire her before she slipped away so as not to be discovered by anyone. 

“Osferth...” a quiet, wispy voice pierces through his thoughts. 

His orbs are focusing on hers as they peak through her lashes like how the sun currently peaks over the horizon. 

“I told you to wake me if I slept too long,” his eyes never leaving her frame as she sat up with a stretch, her own eyes searching the room for her clothes. 

“You were pretty tired after last night, so I thought I’d let you sleep,” he responded as his fingertips gently glide across her back.

She rolls her eyes, a smile forming on her face as she stands up. 

“stay,” 

It wasn’t a command from her lord but rather a plea from a man who felt nothing but love for the maiden who had just left his bed. 

“I cannot,” she simply says as she begins collecting her clothes. “You know this.” 

“Surely a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt?”

His sweet little secret laughs as she slips on her clothes. “See you at breakfast, my lord.”

Osferth slumps back down against the pillow, a sigh escaping his lips as she leaves the room. 

Your day was the same as the last, and the last like the day before. You had a routine that more often than not involved waking up in your lord's bed.

Wake up, help prepare breakfast, serve breakfast, clean, occasionally keep Lord osferth company, sleep, and repeat.

That was your schedule, one that you hoped would never change. 

You were often one of the first people in the kitchen; most just assumed you to be eager to please their lord, and they were right in a sense, just not in that way. 

Occasionally, you’d break your daily routine to help the new servants with their tasks, helping them get the hang of things before going back to whatever your task was.

Some thought you were a pushover, doing whatever was asked of you, but you were simply returning the favor that was given to you by one of the older serving ladies who worked there before you; her name was Olga.

You often worked with her in the kitchen, much like you were now. 

“Lord Osferth seems to have taken a liking to you,” Olga teases as she prepares one of the dishes. Olga was a kind old lady, but she was rather nosy and loved to gossip. 

“what?” You shake your head. “No, he hasn’t,” you deny. “He’s just nice." You thought for a moment that Olga was suspecting something, that perhaps you and Osferth hadn’t been as careful as you two thought. 

“He’s nice to everyone, darling, but he doesn’t undress them with his eyes." Olga points at you with the spoon in her hand, making a suggestive face.

“Olga!” You gasp with a laugh. “Lord Osferth is a kind man; he wouldn’t do that.”

“Every man does it,” the older woman shrugs. “Look, when you go out there, watch his eyes; you’ll see they never leave you, not once!”

You don’t reply to the old maid, simply taking the plate from her and making your way out of the kitchen with Olga’s words fresh on your mind. 

Surely she wasn’t right; you were just his bed warmer, not that Olga knew that...hopefully.

You pulled yourself away from your thoughts as you approached the table.

“Enjoy your breakfast, Lord,” you say softly as you place his plate down, sparing him a glance.

He had already been looking at you; had he been looking at you the whole time, like Olga said? The thought made you smile. 

His own lips curling into a smile as you retreat into the kitchen, his eyes never once leaving you. 

You woke up with an uncomfortable tension building up in your throat, your face scrunching up as you hold back a gag. 

You clumsily wrap a thin robe around yourself as you make haste to find a bucket. 

Whether it was your harsh stumbling into the bathroom or you emptying all the food you ate that day into the bucket that woke up a few of the other servants, you weren’t sure, but you were thankful as one of the girls moved your hair out of the way as you threw up. 

This happened several times over the past week; you’d throw up just before the sun came out, then get dressed and get to work. 

You feared you came down with the sickness; you prayed that wasn't the case and your prayers would be answered. 

“I fear you may be pregnant,” Olga had said.

“what?” Your eyes move away from the bowl you had been mixing, over to the older maid.

"No, I am not," I can't be pregnant, the phrase repeated in your mind like a begging tune. 

“You’re questioning a woman who's given birth to three children; I think I would know, darling." She said more, but you weren’t listening anymore. Quickly you left the kitchen, letting Olga finish breakfast herself. 

I can't be pregnant; you prayed, and your prayers would go unanswered. 

You were pregnant. Olga was right; you were sure of it. Between the morning sickness, weird cravings, and mood swings, you were sure of it. 

oh god…You barely had the money to take care of yourself...How were you going to take care of a child—let alone the child of the man you worked for? Thoughts like those circled your brain day and night until finally you began to withdraw yourself. 

That included avoiding Osferth like the sickness himself, and he began to notice after you barely spoke a word to him when he asked you to meet him in his chambers, then failed to do so twice.  

He began to think perhaps he had done something wrong, or maybe you’d grown tired of the arrangement between you too. 

He had hoped that wasn’t the case, but you never gave him the chance to ask. 

Every time he looked for his sweet maiden, you were nowhere to be found, or you’d dash away before you could be seen. 

Osferth had enough. 

He was tired of seeing her duck around corners or flat out running away when she’d spot him in the halls; each time he had tried to speak with her, she’d find a way out.

He was sick of it. 

The thoughts of how to approach this situation plagued his mind, keeping him from sleeping. 

With an aggravated sigh, he swings his feet over the side of his bed, placing them on the floor as he prepares to venture out into the cold halls of the night to clear his head. 

‘What did I do wrong?’ He questions as he walks, ‘Why was she avoiding me?’ 

He was so lost in these thoughts he had almost missed the sound coming from the kitchen. His steps pause as he listens, and again, there was the same sound.

Slowly he creeped towards the kitchen door, peeking through the crack, looking for the intruder. 

But he didn’t find one; instead, he found the girl who plagued his mind day and night; he found you. 

He stood there for only a moment longer, not wanting to waste this authority that was given to him. 

“Why are you up so late?” He spoke up from behind her; despite his voice being gentle, he still startled her in the process. 

He watched as she hesitated to meet his gaze, settling to look at the floor beneath his feet instead as she timidly placed her fork down, so that was the noise he had heard. She had gotten up in the middle of the night to...eat?

“My Lord i-“

“Have you not been eating enough?” 

She wasn’t sure how she wanted to respond. His question caught her off guard. How was she supposed to answer his question without giving too much away? 

He picked up on her hesitation to answer his question, so he asked a different one.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

Her hesitation only grows, her appetite long gone as her eyes look for something to look at that isn't him. She missed Osferth, even if she tried to deny it, but should she tell him? It's his baby; of course she should...But she was scared; she needed the money, and in truth she had hoped to keep this secret a little longer.

“We shouldn’t talk about this here, Osferth." She whispers, meeting his gaze with a pleading one.

“To my chambers then,” he urges. 

The walk to his chambers was awkward to say the least. Your head tilted down, not daring to look at Osferth.

Osferth’s eyes were straight forward, not daring to look at you. Not a word was spoken between the two. 

Neither of you wanted to be the first to speak up; both of you were stuck in your thoughts, figuring out what to say. 

You pull yourself from the sound of your shoes hitting the ground as he opens the door to his chambers. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he repeats as they enter. 

“I…I'm sorry, my lord.“

“Have I done something to upset you? offend you maybe?”

She pauses, mouth gaping like a fish. “No! No… My lord, you’ve done nothing of the sort.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me? please!  I wish to make this right…”

She shifts in her spot, battling with herself if she should tell him. He had the right to know, she concluded. 

“Lord,” she whispers, her gaze meeting his pleading one.

“Osferth,” she corrects louder this time.

“I’m… I'm with the child," she admits, her hands anxiously attacking each other. 

“Your child,” she clarifies.

Osferth was in shock.

pregnant.

with his child?

“And...and you’re certain?” he questions 

She nods, pinching at the skin around her nail.

“And it’s…it’s mine?”

She nods again, her pinching nails piercing the skin as her vision gets foggy, her lip quivering. 

How could he let this happen? 

A bastard.  That’s what was brewing in her belly.

his blood.

His bastard blood passed down onto another.

Thats what he was; all he had been at one point was nothing more than Alfred’s Bastard. There was a time when he was scared that’s all he ever would be; he swore he would never condemn his child to a fate like his, and yet he had grown careless.

No. 

He wouldn’t allow his child to face the same curséd life that was forced upon him; he wouldn’t make the same mistake his father had. 

Osferth must’ve been silent for longer than he thought because the girl before him began to weep. 

“P-Please Lord!” 

The cold ground left bruises on her knees as they collided. 

Osferth couldn’t tell if she had fallen to the ground in an attempt to beg or because her legs simply gave out.

“Please!” She cried out again. “I’ll leave without trouble once I’ve saved enough money! I won't ask you for anything more!” She let the words tumble from her mouth before her thoughts could catch them. 

“No one will know the babe is yours; just please don't cast me out! I need the money!” she babbles 

“Cast you out...?” He asks, "I wouldn't...I won’t do that.”

Her frantic begs stop as she looks up at him. “You…you wont?”

Shaking his head, he kneels in front of her. “Never,” he assures her as he places his gentle hands on her tear-soaked cheeks. 

"I won’t let you face this alone, not when I'm at fault for it,” he says, wiping her tears before continuing.

"I’ll do what my father could not,” he whispers, “this baby will not be a bastard.” One of his hands moves to cup the back of her neck.

"What are you saying..." She meets his gaze.

“Marry me…” His voice shakes as the words leave his lips.

“…What?”

“Marry me,” he said, with more confidence. "I’ll be a good father; give this baby what I never had,” he promises. 

“Please, I love you." He admits, “Please marry me.”

She wasn't sure what to say, too overwhelmed with emotions. She wasn't sure if she was going to smile or cry again, so she did both. 

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she presses her lips against his in a quick and inexperienced kiss. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” she agrees.

He cups the back of her head, holding her against him as a smile of his own appears on his lips. He would be a good father, he promised; he’d give his child a life that wasn’t granted to him. 

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MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MUST BE FUNNY IN A RICH MAN'S WORLD. ( HOTD X READER )

AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Stagehand! Reader prompt : Aegon falls in love with the stagehand of a jazz club. word count: 1, 000+ words

Aegon had a silver spoon up his ass from birth. He got the best cars, the best drugs, the best clothing, the best food. He didn't understand that not everyone had trust funds or billions in their bank account. He never knew struggle, nor would be thanks to his family name. He was a Targaryen, a god amongst the 'common folk'. But, in the small jazz club on the edge of Flea Bottom, he was just another man.

The bartender's didn't care about him, forcing him to pay full price for drinks. The dancers, more than once, backhanded slapped him for trying to catch a feel. All because of you, the stagehand, and brains behind the club. You preferred the shadows, keeping things smooth behind the scenes, saving you from embarrassment should you fail in public. You keep your co-worker's safe, and they did the same for you.

It was honorable. He could not fault you for ordering them to stand up for themselves. Even in the more sinful way of life, they still deserved basic respect. It also didn't help that you looked stunning when cursing him out. The way your eyes hardened. The way you would rip him apart with words. The color insults.

'The cumshot his Mother should have swallowed..'

'The inbred brat..'

'The depressing little wet rat..'

'The guy named Egg'

There was something about you. He didn't know what exactly. It could been the way you cussed him out. Or it could have been the way your eyes light up when you controlled the jazz club. But, there was a part of you that made him want to kick his feet up and twirl his hair like a giddy school girl.

Letting out a tipsy giggle as you snatch the glass of whiskey out of his hand, he leans against the bar table, a dopey grin on his face. He was not even close to being drunk, he’d barely even taken a sip of his whiskey. But, the look on your face was enough to make him feel drunk. You were so pretty. Your eyebrows furrowed, nose softly scrunched up, teeth gritted together, cheeks a flushed pink from anger.  Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, you were so pretty like this, all red faced and eyes full of hatred. He’d twirl his hair if it was long enough. Leaning a little closer on the bar table, he was practically standing on his tippy toes, eager to be close to you. 

“You come into my club, drunk, and think you can demand more to drink? There is no way that I am going to allow you to put my club at risk.” You snap back, shoving a water bottle into his hand. 

“You’re really pretty. Did you know that?” He giggles, “You’d even be prettier if you were to wear something designer, like some Chanel or some Vivienne Westwood. You should let me buy you some, sometime.”

“You're drunk.”  You scoff, shaking your head. 

“Pff! I am not drunk, well, drunk enough to not recognize that you're pretty when you're cursing me out. You’re, like, really pretty when you do it. But, I do think you’d be prettier if you did in something vintage.” He rambles on, the dopey grin on his face growing. 

“You’re drunk.” You state bluntly, rolling your eyes. 

"Again, with assuming that I am drunk."

Sitting back in his seat, he watches you pour out his whiskey into the sink, filling the cup with water. Unable to resist, he rolls his eyes hard a the sight of your routine. This happened almost every time, like clock work. He'd make a ass of himself, you'd assume he was drunk, pour out his drink and serve him water. It was oddly comforting. You cared, or at least it felt like you had cared for him. Even though a tiny part of him knew that you only cared for your club and the lawsuit that could happen. Still, he choose to believe that you cared for him.

"Let me..Let me take you out, just one date? We don't even need to kiss or hold hands." He attempts to negotiate, "I'll take you to the movies we can watch a nice film and just talk."

"I do not think that this is in your vocabulary." You scoff, placing the glass in front of him.

"And you know my vocabulary, now?" He scoffs back, mimicking your face playfully.

"I know people like you, your not that special or hard to read." You argues, "You pretend to be perfect just to get me to let you in my bed."

"One movie, that's it. No funny business."

"I do not like movies." You shake your head, making him scowl.

"Then we can go to the park and talk, there's a farmer's market." He tries again, "Get something to eat."

Watching you shake your head with a bitter chuckle, he cracks a smile, fingers drumming against the bar top. You may have been mocking him. Or maybe he was just high off the smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne that was thick in the club. But, just for a moment it all felt real. Like you cared, like you would consider it and accept.

"You're not giving up, are you?" You ask, lifting your gaze up to him.

"I will, if you ask me too."

"And..And if I want you to take me on a million dollar shopping spree?" You ask, the curiosity in your voice clear.

"I'd take you on a ten million one." He states without hesitation.

Watching you chew on your bottom lip, he waits, not daring to say another thing. He'd fear that if he say anything else it would made you rethink everything. That you'd call for security. Drumming his fingers on the bar top, you roll your eyes hard, making his heart sink. Cowering in his seat, he loose his confidence, his shoulders shagging. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tries to shrug it off, scoffing. He didn't care? Why would he? It wasn't that big of a deal.

"I get off in an hour, stay and wait or don't." You mumble walking away, "I don't care."

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I’m sorry requests are slow right now!! ( ´ ▽ ` ) I’m working on them in between planning my Osferth x OC series (be on the lookout for that🤫) BUT i swear I’m trying to get through them before writing any new fics!!

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reblogging this for future fics but oh my god im in tears i love tiny details like this ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

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“Aegon the realm’s delight” is the saddest line ever. Aegon wants to be a daughter so bad. To be coddled and gazed upon with love and affection rather than distain and fear. Rhaenyra wishes to be a son. She wants the loyalty everyone has to be unwavering. She wants to be feared and respected like a man. They are truly two sides of the same coin.

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Decided

Aegon ii targaryen x reader(kinda)

in which you and aegon come to an agreement

a/n: I swear I was going to write a completely different fic for someone else but i got the urge to write for aegon so take this short thingy i plucked from my brain before i start working on some requests ^-^ (also this is my first time using my own gifs i hope they work…)

- divider by @thecutestgrotto -

The sound of tapping echos through the bare summer halls of the Red Keep.

tap…tap…tap

She was sure the meeting would end soon. 

tap…tap…tap

The guards wouldn't let her pass, having been told by the king of all people that she wasn’t allowed in.

tap…tap…tap

The tapping of her foot never seizing as she stood there, arms crossed, waiting for the doors to open. She knew the meeting would end soon; Aegon never could sit through an entire meeting. 

Finally, the door does open, and the men on the king's council began to leave. 

She wasted no time stomping her way from the humid halls into yet another humid room in the red keep; if it wasn’t so hot, she would think it was her anger making her hair frizz and scrunch up. She had spent hours this morning doing her hair, straightening it to the best of her ability, then pinning it back. 

But no matter how hard she tried, the heat in King’s Landing always seemed to win this imaginary war, ruining her early morning efforts. but that never stopped her from putting an effort in, hoping one day she’ll finally win this battle. 

Of course she had grown up with servants who did all this for her, but the ones she had here in King’s Landing always seemed to jerk and pull too hard for her tender head, so she decided that she’d do it herself rather than endure their harsh tugging, even if she didn’t know what she was doing. 

“Leave us,” her order echoed in the room, the remaining men in the court scurrying off like the rats they were. 

“Ah, My love, I was beginning to wonder when you might show up.”

She ignored his comment.

“Why is it that I must find out from the guards that I am no longer to attend the meetings? Couldn't even have the decency to tell me yourself,” she scoffs, the echoes of her heels bouncing off the walls as she moves to pour herself a glass of wine.

“I have no need of you,” he simply says, his face scrunching downwards as he shrugs.

“You have no need of me?” She repeats, her tone just as sharp as her gaze as she glances at his sitting figure. 

He must’ve realized his mistake because he rephrased his sentence. 

“In this room? Yes, I have no need of you.”

“Aegon,” she lets out an irritated sigh. “I am on your side,” her voice as gentle as the steps she took towards the table, occupying one of the empty chairs near him. 

The chair she usually sat in. 

“Is that why you run off plotting things behind my back?” Aegon’s accusing words make her roll her eyes, leaning back in her seat as she drinks from the chalice. 

“I wasn’t…” She held her tongue, watching him roll the marble ball in place. “I am trying to help you, Aegon.” 

“You’re helping?” His gaze flicks up to meet hers, grinning as though she had told a joke. “I have no need of your help.”

Truth be told, Aegon had no idea what he was doing; he didn’t know how to be a king. How could anyone possibly know how to be a king?

Of course he had the men on his council, his brother, and perhaps even his own mother to help him, but no one truly thought he could handle being king; he was sure they thought him too stupid, too incompetent to sit upon the throne. 

He wanted to prove them wrong, show that he could be king, and show that he could come up with his own solutions for his kingdom. 

He decided he’d show them he could be the king the people deserved, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. 

“I have plenty of others in my court offering the same help; I have yet to find any of it useful,” he mumbles lazily, his eyes glued to the rolling marble. 

“Oh please,” She rolls her eyes, looking as though she was biting back a laugh. 

“You need the people to like you, Aegon,” She was referring to the smallfolk. He knew that she was right, but that didn’t stop the anger bubbling up within him.

“They will not just do so because you wear a crown and call yourself the king.”

She goes on to explain her plan, but the more she talks, the more restless Aegon gets, and the more his anger boils until it eventually overflows. 

“I am the king!” He stands up suddenly, the marble ball gripped in his hand as if he were scared someone would take it from him.

“Not you!” 

She felt no amusement in his reaction, not like she usually did when she tried to get him riled up. Instead she just felt annoyed.

Annoyed that he interrupted her, annoyed with his outburst, annoyed he was yelling at her of all people.

She assumed he was waiting for a response; she gave him none, knowing better than to entertain his tantrums. She decided the chalice in her hand was more important. 

He continues. 

“I do not need you speaking for me! Or making plans on my behalf! I am not a fucking child!”

There was silence for a moment; the only sound in the room was Aegon’s heavy breathing. 

"Are you done?" She hums, gently swirling the wine in her cup, watching the red liquid move within it. 

Aegon didn't speak for a moment, still winded from his outburst. his eyes glued to her unbothered figure, she couldn’t even give him the courtesy of looking him in the eyes, much less look in his direction. 

“…yes.." He clears his throat, sliding the marble ball back into it’s spot as he places himself back in his seat, moving his hair from his face. 

"And do you feel better after that?" She finally moves her eyes to look at him.

“Yes,” he repeats, placing his elbows on the table as he presses his clasped hands against his forehead. 

“Good,” she pushes her chalice of wine towards him, to which he drags his hands down his face, meeting her gaze before taking the cup. 

“Now, as I was discussing before your…” There was a pause. “Outburst...” She taps her nails against the table. 

The silence had returned again, Aegon’s fingers tapping against the neck of his cup in sync with her own tapping. His thoughts move within his head as he considers her words. He then gives her a slight nod, bringing the chalice to his lips.

“‘tis a good plan,” he decided.

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omg i just found your account and i just know im gonna love you. LIKE YOU WRITE THREE OF MY FAVORITE FANDOM

OH M GEE!!!!?? (⌒▽⌒) THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

I am definitely going to add more fandoms and characters to my list in the future to broaden my horizons (I like some pretty obscure things so i’m excited to write for them eventually).

But for now I’m keeping it simple and only writing for the few fandoms I’m pretty fixated on and I’m actually thinking about adding MORE!!!! characters to my list already because I feel like theres more characters that deserve some love (o^^o) (I definitely want to write some rhaenyra and alicent content)

(I also have a few series planned for the future 🤫 )

[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! ^-^

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- dividers by @dollywons -

Requests are open!!

I mostly want to write x reader fics for these fandoms but i am open to character x character fics ^-^

- The last kingdom (Osferth, Sihtric, Finan, Uhtred, Brida, Aldhelm, Aethelstan)

- Game of thrones (Jon Snow, Podrick Payne, Sansa Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, Sandor Clegane, Theon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Brienne of Tarth)

- House of the dragon (Helaena Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Cregan Stark, Jacaerys Velaryon)

I’m mostly trying to do three characters from each fandom for now if you couldn’t tell…I’m sure I’ll create a bigger list of fandoms and characters later on but for right now I’m still trying to get the hang of things and don’t want to get overwhelmed!! feel free to sent me any requests please and thank you!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

p.s. I’m totally open to just chatting too if you just want to send an ask ^-^

edit: I ADDED MORE CHARACTERS!! :3