#finan oneshot

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Finan x Fem!Reader

18+ Only

A/N this is my first time writing for TLK so I hope it’s ok, and if anyone likes I’m happy to take a few requests for Finan, Osferth and Sihtric.

“So how was your night?” Uhtred asked once Finan had joined the three other men at the alehouse.

“She is either the devil in disguise or a godsend.” Finan replied, grabbing a pint and immediately beginning to drink.

“How so?” Osferth question, slightly leaning more onto the table in intrigue.

“I’ve never met a woman that can keep up with me, and by god that woman could go all night.” Finan recalled, memories of last night flooding his mind.

Her breasts bouncing in his face as she rode him, the way she clenched around him as she came, her angelic voice calling his name endlessly throughout the night. Even every curve of hers along with her stretch marks plagued him.

“Will you see her again?” Sihtric voiced, noticing the way his friend got lost in his own thoughts.

“Of course he will, he’d be stupid not to.” Uhtred smirked and Finan just nodded.

“Well Y/n is the only woman he has spoken of since we settled down here.” Osferth had found his voice once again.

“Do you plan to marry her?” Uhtred asked, holding eye contact with the Irishman.

“Not too sure on that yet Lord.” Finan replied although the three surrounding him could tell he would like to. Instead of continuing the conversation at hand they decided to drink the night away.

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“Finan? What are you doing here?” Y/n softly spoke, a yawn escaping you due to having been woken up by the man knocking (more like pounding) against the door.

Instead of speaking he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss, his breath tasting of ale. His hands were pulling your dress up as he guided you back into the house, closing the door behind him.

Your hands pushed on his chest, making him break the kiss. The dim light from the moon was kind enough to let you see some of his features. His eyes were sparkling with mischief and lust.

“It’s late.” You whispered, moving to escape his grasp but he held you steady in place. Y/n raised a brow in question, bringing a hand to cup his bearded cheek, “What is on your mind Finan?”

“I want to marry you.” His breath fanned your face, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

“You are drunk, let us rest. You can stay here tonight.” You whispered back to him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips before leading him to your bed.

Finan did not give up however, laying on his back and pulling your body over his to make you straddle his waist. His hands finding your hips once again and pulling you as close as possible as he ground up into you.

A moan escaped your body at the feeling of his hardness rubbing into your core, your body falling forwards only to stabilise yourself with your hands on Finan’s chest.

“At least let us hump tonight?” Finan asked, his beautiful and cheeky smile on his face. You rolled your eyes but nodded nonetheless, lifting your dress up and over your head.

Finan grinned as you lifted your hips so that he could undo his breeches. Y/n didn’t waste any time. Slowly sinking yourself down onto his long and thick girth, both moaning as you sat flush against him.

You started off with slow rolls of your hips, leaning down to kiss him. Finan groaned and slapped your ass, deciding to take over and thrust up into you, chuckling at the new squeals and moans leaving your body.

“Oh god woman you are divine. I want’ ya all to myself.” Finan kept praising you, flipping you both so that he could thrust even deeper into your sweet cunt.

You kept squeezing him more as his accented voice filled your ears, his praises going straight to your core. You reached up and dug your nails into his tunic, legs wrapping around his waist and your heels digging into his ass to push him further into you.

Finan brought you into another kiss as he reached between your bodies, circling you clit with his skilled fingers to help bring you to your climax.

He knew after last night that you were the only woman for him, having you sprawled like this beneath him and your h/c hair splayed in every directing as he pounded into you.

He groaned as you called his name, the tight coil in your lower stomach snapping as you came around him. Finan had to stop himself from moving, waiting for your spasming to stop otherwise he’d quickly spill his seed into you.

No he couldn’t let that happen, he needed to draw this out, show you just how well he can touch you but he knew with how tight and wet you are he couldn’t go on like last night.

Finan started pounding once again, deciding to still play with your pretty little clit as he continued. The way you moaned his name repeatedly like it was a prayer drive him mad with lust.

“I need you Y/n, to be mine, my wife, to have my pups.” Finan rambled a little longer, stilling for a moment as he moaned your name, his cock twitching as it shot his cum into your pulsating pussy.

Finan didn’t moved until both of your breaths had evened out, you stared at him, bringing a hand up to wipe away the hair sticking to his forehead, seemingly breaking him out of his trance.

“I’m sorry.” Finan sighed, pulling out and sitting next to you.

“For?” You asked, sitting up behind him and pressing your front to his tunic clad back and wrapping your arms around him, your face resting against his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have finished inside ya, or said those things.” Finans tone was soft and so different from the usual cockiness and playfulness it normally held.

“I don’t mind Finan because it’s you. And as for everything you said we can talk about it in the morning once your head is a little more clear. Now please take your armour off and get into the bed so that we can rest” You spoke, shifting to get under the furs.

“And what if my cock is hard once again, will you help me take care of it?” Finan’s playfulness had come back as he gave you that cheeky smile, standing up as he rid himself of his clothes.

Instead of answering with words you simply spread your legs, reaching between them and starting to play with yourself, giggling a little as he groaned and bit his lip.

“You are definitely a devil, woman.” Finan spoke, crawling between your legs and throwing them over his shoulders before lapping at your folds.

Your fingers tangled in his dark locks, pulling him closer and grinding into his face, his beard slightly tickling your thighs. One of his hands coming to join the mix as it toyed with your entrance, slowly thrusting in and curling before retreating.

His sinful mouth alternating between lapping at your clit and sucking it between his lips. He enjoyed this more than anything, smiling and pinning your hips down with his free hand. His other hand adding another two fingers into your cum filled hole.

Your second orgasm washing over your body quickly, legs shaking and fingers gripping tightly onto his locks, hips stuttering against his face but Finan didn’t slow at all, riding you through this high and into the next.

Finan didn’t plan to stop until you couldn’t handle anymore, he chuckled at your pathetic whines and attempts to get him to stop. He switched his hand and mouth, drinking all of your and his mixed essence out of your hole and his fingers rubbing your clit mercilessly.

“I-I can’t Finan!” You squealed, torn between trying to escape his grasp of just pushing him further into you.

“I don’ plan to stop until sunrise love.” Finan hurriedly spoke so he could get back to work. Y/n was in for a long rest of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you, your reader 🫶❤️

#drama #brokenheart #anger #bestfriends #love

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

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

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

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

Cheers, hope you enjoy the story 🫶

Word Count: 4.8k | AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sven?" Thyra's voice shook.

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

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

"What, we're not leaving you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who-Who's there?"

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

"Are you okay?" he asked again softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he turned to leave, you grabbed his hand. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sihtric nodded.

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

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

"Am I now?"

"Do you not remember me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You did?" you asked, surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You winked at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bat your eyelashes playfully and he rolls his eyes. 

"You haven't changed one bit."

"Perfection doesn't need to change Sihtric."

"Oh very funny."

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

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

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

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

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

"Sidgeflaed, Lord," Sihtric replied.

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

"She says she loves me, Lord."

Finan snorts and Sihtric squared his shoulders defensively.

"I swear, she says she loves me!"

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

The entire group burst out into laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, you don't look fine."

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

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

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

"Am I interrupting something?" Uhtred asked.

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

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

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

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

"To marry someone else," Uhtred clarified.

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

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

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

"If you say so."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing, Sihtric?" 

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

Realization dawned on his face as his eyes widened.

"You have feelings for me?"

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't want to marry her!"

"But-"

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

"Oh don't pretend to care now."

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

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

"You do?"

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

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

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

"You really hurt me you know."

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

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

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

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

"Never. I will never hurt you again."

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Yes of course."

"Thank you."

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

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

[idksmtms]

Sihtric Kjartansson Masterlist

Series

Under construction...

Oneshots

Flowers and Loyalty - (Sihtric Kjartansson x Uhtred's Daughter!reader - coming soon)

After begging for weeks, Sihtric's lord finally gives him permission to marry. Except his lord is in for a shock when Sihtric comes knocking at your door, asking for your hand in marriage...

A Captive - (Sihtric Kjartansson x reader - coming soon)

Every day in Dunholm, on order of Kjartan, Sihtric is sent to the dungeons to feed you. You, a young girl living with dogs in a dungeon. You, a gentle soul slowly driven to madness, who has stolen the heart from Sihtric without him even knowing it... (reader is kinda like Thyra in this)

AUs

Norse Mythology AUs

To Have, To Hold, But First, To Woo - (Freyr!Sihtric x Gerðr!reader)

Sihtric is madly in love and has become desperate. With no better plan in his mind, he sends Uhtred and Finan to try and woo you for him. - Based on a Norse Myth -

Mind Your Manners - (Thor!Sihtric x Sif!reader - coming soon)

The giant Hrungnir threatens to kidnap you, Sihtric's beloved wife, and Sihtric will not let this go unpunished.

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Requests open. Fanfics are posted on wattpad: @LovesLibrary. Likes, comments, and reposts are very appreciated.

Requests are open. I will pretty much write for anyone if you ask. I highly recommend requesting so I have the opportunity to write more!

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Fanfics/mini series

Salvatore - wattpad fanfic

1.) Prologue/teaser +NSFW

2.) Chapter 5 teaser +NSFW

Oneshots

Aemond Loves his pregnant wife! +NSFW

- Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

Little red +NSFW

- Aemond Targaryen x Stark!reader

Tis the season +NSFW

- Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Sharing is caring +NSFW

- Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader x Helaena Targaryen

Aegon || Targaryen

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None yet

Oneshots

Ataraxia; freedom of worry

- Aegon Targaryen x wife!reader

Helaena Targaryen

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Oneshots

The secrets we keep +NSFW

- Helaena x fem!reader

Sharing is caring +NSFW

- Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader x Helaena Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

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Oneshots

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Lucerys Velaryon

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One shots

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Cregan Stark

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Oneshots

Marriage for duty

- Cregan Stark x Strong!reader

The Last Kingdom

Osferth

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Oneshots

Too good

- Osferth x fem!reader

Worship and Desire +NSFW

- Osferth x fem!reader

Finan

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One shots

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Sihtric

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Æthelstan

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[angelsworks]

Escape Yandere! Uhtred Ragnarsson x reader

Type: Oneshot

Summary: You try to escape Yandere!Uhtred

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thomas the stable boy.

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” You voice weakly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itbmojojoejo]

remember that fic poll you did? you came through with a sihtric fic that was very good, but what happened to the finan stuff? im only curious, i really like your finan fics :)

Hello my dude, sorry I've been sat on this for a while. I was twiddling my thumbs on how I should respond and came to the conclusion this was sent with only good intentions.

I DO want to write another Finan x Reader fic, its on my masterlist with a strike through it because it will happen eventually I'm just waiting for the inspiration to appear. Basically I have no fucking clue what scenario to put that man in.

For a general writing update I will be dedicating my weekend to getting in my feels for Indelicate Tenderness pt 2 (Sihtric x Reader) and then I'm either doing the final part of CoP or my Sigefrid series because I point blank refuse to let those be left incomplete.

As a further update though, once what is on my masterlist marked with a strike/in progess is complete I will not be planning any other fics unless a unlikely random moment of inspiration hits for a oneshot or drabble.

[alexagirlie]

Current WIP emoji ask:

💀😔🙃✨🏩😈

My current WIP is DanceInTheDark for House of the Dragon fandom :)

💀 current word count? Hit 1053 words last night.

😔 oneshot or chapters? This is a one shot.

🙃 how do you feel about it rn? Pretty good, made a breakthrough last night and feel a lot better about where it is at.

✨ random spoiler? Reader really enjoys watching her husband get fucked by other men :]

🏩 is it gonna hurt the feels? Nope! This is all smut with some like fluff.

😈 next WIP after this one? Next WIP on the list is for The Last Kingdom, whore!reader x Sihtric x Finan. This will be my first reader fic for TLK. Will of course feature some boy on boy action cause its me 🤣

[magravenwrites]

Finan Masterlist:

Oneshots:

A Good Place to Start (Finan x OC)

Just Give it Time (Finan x Fem!Reader)

The One Where Ethy Finds Out (Finan x OC)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The Ghosts of Christmas' Past (Finan x Eadith)

Do Not Go Where I Cannot Follow (Finan x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 [coming soon]

[persephones-journey]

As The Gods Make It

Hello, so this is another prompt from @morosemagick Songs of the Unbroken Celebration Challenge. 

All right, so first warning this oneshot has Smut in it; it’s got oral (female receiving), fingering, sexual intercourse (between a man and woman), so if this is not your thing, please skip. 

Tagging: @emilyhufflepufftlk @medievalfangirl @lauwrite1225 @93xdiagonxalley 

@blah-blah-blah-bla @solinarimoon 

This one shot is for the Last Kingdom (honestly have I written anything that hasn’t been about that? No, I have not) and it has, yeah, you know, Finan. It also has my OC Aisling.  And this one shot is about Finan coming to the future to be with Aisling. 

So enjoy.

Aisling took the stairs up to her loft slowly. She stopped when she heard the guitar coming from her place. She leaned against the wall in the stairwell and closed her eyes.

It was Finan.

It was always Finan.

She thought back to the morning seven months before when she has opened her eyes and rolled over in bed and found the man lying there beside her.

“HOLY SHIT!” she screamed as she jumped out of bed.

The man with the kindest warmest shade of brown eyes she had ever seen looked at her as he sat up. Her eyes trailed down to his bare shoulders and chest. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes followed the dark chest hair on his chest, down his stomach as it disappeared below her sheets. He held up his hands.

“Calm down,” he said softly.

“Calm down?! How did you get in here?! Who are you?!” she demanded her heart pounding in her chest.

He opened his left hand and out fell her Celtic cross pendant. She touched her chest and frowned. She was still wearing it. She looked at him. He had tears in his eyes.

“Freyja sent me, Aisling,” he whispered. “We didn't get enough time together. You,” he shook his head. He smirked and Aisling's heart skipped a beat. “I am going about this all wrong. I'm Finan.”

Her ocean blue eyes took him in. “How did you know my name?” she asked feeling much calmer than she had before. She didn’t know why but his voice and his presence calmed her and felt right. Him being there made her feel safe. 

He gave her a sad smile. “I will always know the name of the woman I love.”

And that was when things went wrong right away.

Aisling did not know how to deal with a man who was completely and utterly in love with her.

No one had ever loved her before.

No one had ever even tried.

And Finan, the poor man could not understand why her walls were so high and so thick.

So she avoided him by going to her classes and going to work at the bar she lived above of.

And he picked up her Nan's old guitar and toyed with it. Along with learning all he could about this new world he had been dropped into from watching the television and reading the papers and everything he could. And just last month, he had gotten a job at the same bar, washing the dishes.

But they barely spoke any longer.

So Finan has suggested getting his own place.

The minute the words were out of his mouth, Aisling wanted him to forget them.

Then she realized that she just wanted him.

“Fuck,” she muttered as she rested her head against the wall. “I think I love him.”

No, don't lie. You know you love him. The moment he suggested leaving, you saw your life go back to how it was before; silence, books, research, emptiness. Now though, with Finan, even though you barely talk, there is someone always there. He makes you coffee in the morning, he runs a bath for you after you've spent half the night on your feet. And he sits in the quiet with you. Your favourite time is when you sit against him reading your textbooks and he has his arm around your shoulders gently rubbing your arm and kissing your head every once and a while as he reads or watches television.  

Aisling opened her eyes and continued up the stairs. She got to her door and opened it slowly. She slipped inside and smiled. Finan was still strumming the guitar. She kicked off her sneakers and walked into the large living room. She leaned in the doorway and watched Finan.

He had the guitar on his thigh and had his cheek resting against the curve in it as he strummed it. He turned and looked at her. Aisling, you are a blind fool. Look at him. How is it you have gone seven months without jumping him and having your way with him? You are insane. He put it aside and stood from the chair.

“I,” he stopped, “I found a place,” he said.

No. I can't let him walk out the door.

“When would you be leaving?” she asked.

“Next week,” he said.

No, no, no, no.

“I'll-,” Finan started.

“Freyja sent you here,” Aisling cut him off. “Why?” she asked.

He looked at her. She took in his green t-shirt and light wash blue jeans. He only had socks on his feet and his hair was all messy meaning he hadn't been out all day.

“What?” he asked.

“You have never told me why Freyja sent you. I want to know.”

She watched as Finan reached up and scratched his beard. “I,” he looked away from her, “I went to her shrine in Norway.”

She looked at him and waited several moments. He didn't say anything more. “Finan, I want the whole story.”

He cursed in Irish. “Why?” he demanded. “Why suddenly now do you want to know?”

“Because I don't want you to leave!” she yelled.

Silence echoed around them. Aisling stood straight. She looked at Finan. He was watching her intently.

“Say it again,” he said as he took a step towards her.

“Stay,” she answered as she took a step towards him as well. “Stay, Finan.”

“Why?” he asked softly.

She walked towards him and he towards her. They met in the middle of the room. Aisling looked in his brown eyes and saw nothing but love in them. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at him.

“Because I love you,” she whispered looking in his eyes. “I don't want you to leave because I love you, Finan. I-.”

He kissed her. Her words were drowned out by his mouth over hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. The kiss was slow and soft with his lips gently pressed against hers. She opened her lips and sucked on his bottom lip. The kiss felt so right and so perfect. Aisling had never felt this way before about anything, let alone one kiss. Finan's lips on hers sparked a fire inside of her and she needed all of him. She felt his hands run down her sides to her ass. He gripped it in both hands and pulled her hips closer to his. She moaned when she felt his cock growing hard. She dug her fingers in his sides and felt her core ache and throb.

“Say it again,” he said pulling his lips away from hers. She moved her head to claim them again but he held them back. “Say it again, Aisling,” he whispered her name his accent making it sound like it was always meant to.

“I love you,” she said opening her eyes and looking into his.

He smiled and Aisling's heart beat faster. “I love you too, my beautiful, perfect dream made real,” he said.

Aisling wrapped her arms around Finan's neck when he pulled her close and kissed her again. He sucked on her bottom lip and lifted her up with his hands on her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to him tight. She smiled when he backed up and pressed her against the wall. She raked her fingers through his hair and kissed him over and over. Every kiss stoked the fire burning in her and made her ache more for him and his touch. She wanted, no needed all of him. She ached for him to be inside of her. After several moments, she pulled away to breathe and rested her forehead against his. He smiled and she felt his hands grip her thighs tight.

“Tell me how you ended up here, Finan,” she whispered as she ran her hands down his neck. “And how did you know who I was.”

She watched as he looked at her. “I don't want to lose you,” he whispered.

She leaned in and kissed him again. “You won't,” she promised. “Just tell me how you came to love me.”

Finan's brown eyes filled with tears. “The curse is real, Aisling, the curse from Skade is real and you tried to break it,” he said.

Aisling felt her heart beat faster. “But?”

“But instead you ended up outside of Coccham. Sihtric found you and you told us who you were and we believed you. Well, Uhtred did,” Finan said. She saw him look at her, taking in every feature of her face. “And you and I fell in love.”

Aisling looked at him. She stroked his bearded cheek. “I have the feeling you are skipping a whole lot of story there.”

Finan smiled. He shook his head. His eyes took her in like he was seeing her again for the very first time. “God, I had not realized how much I had missed this, missed you,” he said tears rolling down his cheeks. “Being here with you and not being able to hold you and love you.”

“I'm sorry,” she said as she stroked his cheeks and brushed his tears away.

“No, don't be, you didn't,” he closed his eyes. She saw pain flash across his face. And she knew without him saying it that he had lost her before he had been ready to. “Aisling, you died,” he whispered.

Aisling looked at him. You died. The words settled inside of her. She watched as he opened his eyes and looked into hers. She saw that he wasn't lying. She pushed him away and he set her on her feet and she pulled away from him. She closed her eyes and stood in the middle of the room. Her childhood nightmare suddenly came crashing into her mind from where she had buried it years before.

“It was in a battle,” she said. “I saw the man coming for you and you couldn't hear me screaming. So, I ran and knocked you out of the way and his axe got buried in my chest.”

Silence echoed in the room. She opened her eyes and turned to look at Finan. He was watching her confused and in awe.

“Yes,” was all he said.

She nodded and laughed. “My nightmare. I had it all my life for as long as I could remember,” she looked at him. “But you, I could never see you. You were a shadow. A voice screaming my name begging me to stay with you.”

She saw the pain in his eyes. “I screamed for what felt like hours. You died in my arms and took my will to live with you.”

She looked at him. She did not know how, but she could feel his love for her. Her body remembered every touch, every kiss, every caress, like he had been holding her and loving her for years; and he hadn't yet. She felt her own tears begin to fall. “And you found a way back to me.”

He nodded. “Freyja. She was the one who made it so we will always find each other, Aisling. I left Wessex and went to Norway. I found her shrine and I offered myself up as sacrifice and woke up in your bed. She brought me back to you this time.”

Aisling let her tears fall. “Stay with me! Do not leave me! Aisling! I love you!NONONONO!” His voice filled her head. His voice that was filled with sheer pain and anguish. She had convinced herself the voice was not real, could never be real, because no one could ever love her like that. She remembered those nightmares. They had terrorized her and she had spent years going to doctors taking medications but nothing worked. She would have them on and off for years. Until she turned sixteen and they disappeared for good.

Now she knew it wasn't a nightmare. But a memory.

A memory of a past life.

And standing before her was her soulmate in every lifetime.

Thanks to the will of a goddess and Finan's strength on conviction that he would find her again.

“Aisling?” he asked softly.

She ran and threw herself in his arms. He held her tight and close. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. She felt his arms hold her tighter. She closed her eyes and felt him bury his face in her hair.

“You were real,” she said softly.

He nodded. “I was and am,” he answered. He kissed the crown of her head. “I once told you I would love you for a thousand years, Aisling. And you laughed,” he pulled away and cupped her face in his hands. “I was right.”

Aisling laughed. She shook her head. “Smug Irish bastard,” she muttered.

He smiled. And Aisling felt her heartbeat faster. He smiled a true smile, one he had been hiding from her since he had gotten here. She fell in love all over again. “God, have I missed those words coming from that perfect mouth.”

Aisling stood on her tiptoes and let her lips ghost his. “You know what else my mouth is perfect for, right?” she asked smirking.

Finan groaned and pulled her closer and kissed her. It was a messy kiss filled with want and need. “I have even missed that,” he said as he kissed her again and again.

Aisling gripped his t-shirt and pulled him towards her bedroom. She pushed it up and moaned against his lips as her hand touched his stomach. The minute her fingers brushed his skin, she felt a spark. She looked in his eyes as she pulled away. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. She pulled off her long sleeved shirt as well and smiled when he pulled her back in his arms. She placed her hands on his chest and sighed. He laughed.

“Have you been waiting to do that for a while?” he asked as he kissed her neck and placed his hand on her lower back as he backed her into her bedroom.

“Shut up,” she said as she grabbed his jeans and turned them around so he was the one backing into the room.

Finan nipped her neck and moaned. “I have missed you ordering me around. Fuck, Aisling, I missed every moment we shared.”

Aisling shoved him and smiled as he fell on the bed. She walked over and straddled him. She kissed him deeply. She felt his hands grab her ass again and run up her back. Every time his hands touched her bare skin, she felt heat pool in her core and it ached more and throbbed. She wanted him, she needed him. She felt him undo her bra and she pulled away as he pulled it off and tossed it aside. She moaned into his lips as his hands gently caressed her breasts.

“You don't have to miss another moment ever again, Finan,” she said as she ran her hands down his back. She felt his scars and ached for him. “I am here,” she said as she kissed him again. “I am here and you won't be without me again.”

She smiled as Finan turned and dumped her on the bed. She looked into his eyes, they were almost black with desire. She arched her back against him as he kissed along her jawline and to her neck. She ran her hands down his chest to his jeans. She made quick work of the button and pulled the zipper down. She moaned as he sucked on her skin of her neck and nipped at it. She slipped her hand inside and moaned when she felt that he was not wearing underwear. He smiled against her skin.

“You won't be without me again either,” he whispered in her ear. “Now, I have waited months for this,” he nipped her ear lobe. “I want to taste you.”

Aisling felt herself get even wetter and did not know how that was possible. She rested her hands on Finan's chest and nodded. She felt him smile against her skin again and he placed hot kisses along her neck. He moved much too slow for her liking but every kiss he pressed to her skin, lit up her nerve endings. She felt pleasure and warmth spread all over. His weight over her gently pressed her into the bed and she loved it. She felt his hand ran down her side and to her jeans. He undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper as he kissed in between her breasts.

“Finan,” she moaned as she felt his hands tug on her jeans. She looked down and saw his dark eyes look up and meet hers. “You're moving too slow,” she whimpered.

She felt him smile against her stomach. He gently licked her skin and she moaned. He kissed lower his eyes never leaving hers. “I am taking my time because I want to remember every single moment of this,” he answered as he let his tongue run along her skin right above her panties. Aisling whimpered again and arched against him. He chuckled. “God, you never were a patience one when it came to my tongue.”

“I want you,” she huffed.

She felt him kiss her stomach again. “All right, love,” he said and Aisling felt her heart beat faster at him calling her love. There was something about the way he said it with that damn accent of it. It was soft like a caress to her skin, but this one for her ears. It was heavy with meaning though, she was his love. She was his.

She whimpered when Finan pulled his body away from hers. She rested her head on the bed when he pulled off her socks and then tugged her jeans down. She lifted her head when he did not immediately pull her panties down. She watched as he pulled off his socks and pushed his jeans down and kicked them off. Her eyes followed that patch of hair down his belly and his abs, and lower past his belly button. She bit her lip when she took him in; thick and long. She looked back up and met his eyes.

“Fuck,” he said. “That look I have missed more than anything else.”

Aisling smiled. She watched as he fell to his knees by the bed. He tugged her closer to the edge of the bed. She let her head fall back as his thumbs hooked under the band of her panties and he tugged them down. He pulled them off. Aisling opened her legs and moaned when Finan gently ran his fingers up her legs from her ankles to her thighs. His touch was soft and gentle. He pressed gently in certain spots, like behind her knees, and he pressed his lips to the skin on her thighs.

“Oh god,” she muttered as she felt Finan's beard rub against her thighs. She felt him smile against her skin and his tongue gently lick her skin. “You Irish bastard,” she muttered as she covered her face with her hands.

Finan kissed, oh so slowly, closer to where she desperately wanted him. She moaned his name and felt herself ache and throb for him. She huffed out a breath when Finan's lips and tongue finally touched her core. She closed her eyes and reached out and grabbed the comforter with her hands. She fisted it as Finan's tongue teased her clit and his lips sucked on her folds. She arched her back as she felt the tension building. She felt him slid one finger and than another in her knuckle deep. She moaned his name.

“Fuck me,” she moaned as Finan's tongue finally stopped teasing her and began licking her clit. He stroked her and crooked his fingers in just the right way, that every stroke sent pleasure waves over Aisling. He began sucking her clit at the same time and Aisling could barely breathe. She reached down and pulled Finan's hair as she felt the tension build more. She looked down and saw him look up at her. His eyes held hers as the tension finally broke and she fell off into the pleasure.

“Finan,” she moaned his name as the breath left her lungs and her whole body tensed for a moment. She closed her eyes and saw stars as her body trembled and she seemed to float away and than slowly back to herself. She felt Finan's fingers still stroking her as she came back to herself. She stroked his hair with her fingers and opened her eyes. She looked at him as his eyes watched her.

“God, you are still so goddamn beautiful when you come,” he said as he removed his fingers from her. She whimpered as he licked them. She sat up and reached for him. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, as he wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

“Do you want to be on top?” Finan asked as he kissed along her jaw.

Aisling looked at him. “God, do you have to be so perfect?” she asked as he held her close and turned them so he was sitting on the bed. She straddled his lap with her knees on the bed on either side of him and stroked his beard. She saw him smile and her heartbeat faster. “Fuck, you are gorgeous,” she said kissing him. She felt his hands grip her ass and she moaned. “How did I not notice it before?” she asked as she ran her hands down his chest, her fingers gently stroking the hair she found there.

Finan laughed and Aisling felt him nip her lips. “Can we discuss later how blind you are? Right now, I am trying to bed ya, love, if you haven't noticed,” he said as his fingers dug into her ass cheeks.

Aisling smiled. She ran her hands down his chest and lower. She took his cock in one hand and stroked him. She kissed him on the lips softly. “Have you been with anyone else?” she asked softly.

“No,” he answered. “Not since you,” he looked in her eyes. “I only wanted you.”

Aisling nodded. “Than we don't need a condom, since I am on the pill,” she saw Finan frown. She smiled. “I will explain that later.”

Finan kissed her. “Bring me where I belong, love,” he said his lips ghosting hers, “bring me home.”

Aisling stroked him again and looked down. She moved closer and positioned him right at her entrance. Finan moved his hands to her hips as his tip entered her. She kissed him and let go of his cock as she felt him sink into her and stretch her. She rested her forehead against his once he was completely inside of her. She opened her eyes and looked into his. Finan met her eyes as well.

“You're home,” she whispered.

He smiled. He rolled his hips and Aisling moaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. She rolled her hips with his and could feel the tension beginning to build again. She moaned and let her head fall back. She felt Finan's lips and tongue on her neck and collarbones. He nipped gently at the skin as he moved his hips and pulled her hips against his. He set a comfortable pace for them and Aisling had to admit there was something that felt so familiar about making love to him.

The feeling of him inside of her, pulsating and stroking her, his body against hers skin to skin. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. She let her head fall forward and she claimed Finan's lips in a messy kiss as she felt his fingers digging into her skin. Everywhere his skin touched hers a fire ignited her nerve endings and she felt warmth spread across her skin. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and neck as she let her teeth bit his lower lip.

“God, I love you,” he muttered in Irish as he moved one of his hands from her hips to in between them.

She moaned as he began to stroke her clit. “And I love you,” she whispered her voice hushed and raspy.

Aisling could feel the sweat on her body and Finan's. She leaned down and bit his neck right where his pulse was. She sucked on the skin there and felt Finan begin to move his hips faster against hers. The warmth and heat that had spread across her body seemed now to pool in her stomach as she felt the tension build more and her gut began to tighten the closer she got. She bit on his skin harder and moved to his ear. She nipped his ear lobe as she felt his cock twitch inside of her and the feeling of his hips stuttering as he came.

“That's right,” she whispered in his ear, “fill me up and claim me as yours. Harder, lover, fuck me harder,” she muttered feeling her release coming.

She felt Finan wrap an arm around her waist and he held her close as his hips snapped into hers. He thumb moved quickly rubbing her clit. She moaned in his ear as she came the tension finally snapping. She held him close as her body trembled and her toes curled. She felt him release inside of her as her walls clenched around him and spasmed. She huffed and tried to catch her breath as her heart pounded in her chest. She nuzzled her face in his neck and was grateful he held her against him otherwise she felt like she would have melted to the floor.

“I forgot all about that mouth you have,” he muttered as he gently brushed the hair away from her neck and his fingers caressed her skin.

She smiled against his skin. “It's how the gods made me,” she whispered. She felt him tense up for a moment. She pulled away and met his eyes. “What?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing, love, nothing at all,” he leaned in and kissed her soft and gently before he laid back on the bed with her on top of him. She smiled as he held her against him. “I think now is the perfect time to discuss exactly how blind you were before.”

Aisling laughed. She kissed his neck. “Before round two, right?” she asked.

Finan nodded. “Oh definitely. I hope you did not have any plans for tonight or tomorrow because you are not leaving this bed until I have made you scream my name multiple times.”

Aisling looked at his eyes and watched them darken with desire. She pressed her lips to his in a messy kiss. “You promise?” she asked as she ran her hand through his hair.

“I swear it,” he answered.

She kissed him and moved to straddle him. She felt him grow inside of her and she pushed herself up so she was sitting on his lap. She looked at him beneath her.

“Good, because I think I can make you scream my name as well,” she answered.

Finan smirked and Aisling sighed. He is perfect and by the gods, he is mine. And he is mine forever.

[little-moonbeam-666]

alright, so here's the oneshot idea/request (if that's ok) I had in mind for modern!osferth x reader:

reader is Finan's younger sister and also a working waitress by day. by night, however, she'll sometimes stay with other men at motels in order to get some money for her family, he supportive. one day, that all changes though when she's introduced to a close friend of finan's, osferth. she starts getting close with him and gaining feelings, hasn't felt anything like this in a long while. they end up having fun little dates, he'll take her out of town, chill by the lake. but what if trouble starts disturb them, can her happiness last with a man she wants to be with forever?

of course, I can definitely see smut but also some good ol fluff and some angst too. lemme your thoughts! I'd love to hear them. :)

I love this idea lol Like I can just imagine Os taking the reader on super cute little dates and the whole fic just being super fluffy. Although I will admit I'm not sure what you meant by "trouble starting to disturb them" lol

[breezii2176]

Can I request an imagine where the reader is uhtreds daughter and has liked finan for a while but ends up marrying finan out of a marriage of convenience???

Finan x Uhtreds Daughter!Reader

Reader, for the sake of this one-shot, is going to be Stiorra’s twin. The girls are about 22/23 in this.

The storyline has been changed for the sake of this fic.

I really went off track and tweaked the request a bit since I couldn’t think of a reason for Uhtred to marry his daughter to Finan for convenience.

~And thank you for the request anon~

2200+ words

18+ content

“What do you see in him?” Stiorra asked, gods is she relentless.

“Shut up would you? He’s right there, and what if father hears you?” Y/n whispered as she pointed just in front of them to where Finan was, dismounting his horse as all of the group were stopping for the night.

“He likes you too, just wait a sec and he’ll be helping you off your horse.” Stiorra was certainly right about the last part as Finan and their father, Uhtred, came towards them, the former helping y/n down even the she is completely capable.

“Down you go little lady.” He spoke softly, his hands holding onto her waist a little longer than necessary, his fingers digging in slightly before releasing her completely.

“Thank you.” She smiled, letting him take the horses reigns to tie them up. Finan smiled back, nodding his head a little which had the butterflies return to her stomach.

“Both of you help set up for the night, it’s going to be a cold one.” Father spoke, slightly pushing Stiorra and y/n.

Stiorra only groaned as y/n rolled her eyes, slowly they started to help set up the little camp, Sihtric already getting a fire started.

The sun had began to set quite quickly, everyone had sat around the fire as Osferth had started to hand out food. Y/n was sat next to her sister and, thankfully, Finan. She have liked the Irishman since her family had been reunited in Mercia.

As always her fathers company had passed the time by drinking and retelling stories, the time had passed by quickly and the temperature dropping with it.

“Ya seem cold.” Finan leaned in, whispering the words. She only nodded in response before he wrapped his arm around her, bringing her body in close and getting her under his cloak with him.

“I think it is time for bed for you y/n.” Uhtred spoke as he motioned for Finan to let go of her.

“I’ll tuck her in Uhtred.” Finan replied, standing before picking her up, carrying her to the makeshift tent and laying her down under some furs.

A few seconds later she was accompanied by her twin, both getting closer to each other to stay warm as Finan went back to the fire.

“Is it true?” Uhtred questions Finan as he sits back down. The confusion clear as day on the Irishman’s face, Sihtric was just barely muffling his laughter as Osferth looked guilty.

“Is what true Lord?”

“That you love my daughter?” Uhtred seemed way too calm as he leant forward, his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped.

Sihtric was doubled over trying to contain his laughter as Osferth started to stutter out apologies and Finan sat still, tensed up as he stared back at Uhtred before glaring at the young monk.

“So it is true,” Uhtred mumbled before continuing, “I need you and y/n to enter the town and pretend to be married.”

“What? Why Uhtred?” Finan was still tense as he studied his friend, trying to figure out the situation at hand.

“It is simple, I need you both to spy and find out what you can about these people, you already know why.”

Finan nodded with a tight lipped smile, hoping to drop the conversation for now. This was going to be a strange and yet enticing mission.

~~~~~

“I’m sorry ya got stuck havin’ to do this mission with me.” Finan spoke as he and y/n walked into the village, her hand wrapped around his arm as they walk passed everyone.

“Don’t apologise, just make it all seem believable.” The young woman spoke, anyone could see she was nervous about this ordeal.

“I think that’s the ale house,” Finan pointed slightly ahead of them, making their way towards it to try and get a room.

They walked in and looked around, Finan could tell this place wasn’t the most secure, y/n’s grip tightened as she no doubt noticed as well. The patrons inside staring at the woman clinging to her ‘lover’.

“Don’t leave my side.” Finan leant down to whisper in her ear, moving his arm to wrap around her waist and hold her more securely.

She nodded and let Finan lead her, the unsavoury crowd still staring openly, some even licking their lips at her. Before she realised it, Finan had gotten a room for them, leading her up to it so as to relax a little in peace.

“There’s only one bed,” y/n points out, already moving to place her pack down and get comfortable.

“Aye, married remember.” Finan joked, pointing to the rings they were both wearing to sell the idea.

Y/n smiled and she shook her head when he wiggled his brows, stepping closer to her before becoming serious once again.

“We need to get as much information possible and for that we need to split up. But I need to know that you’ll not wonder too far from me side.” Finan couldn’t help but be protective of her.

“I’ll be cautious.” She smiled, loving his protective side, watching as he reached into his things and pulling out a small knife and handing it to her.

Y/n took it gently and hid it under her own cloak, knowing he wouldn’t stop worrying until she did.

“Let’s rest for the day and tomorrow we’ll start, we both need proper sleep for what’s to come.”

“Dunno how much sleep I’ll get in a place like this.” Finan spoke as he barred the door.

They rid themselves of their cloaks and armour, slipping under the furs a respectful distance apart as they slowly fell asleep. By the morning Finan was up first, a slight weight on his chest.

As he looked down he saw h/c hair splayed out and soft breaths were coming from her. His arm had wrapped around her shoulders and her own lay draped across his abdomen.

Finan smiled, not wanting this moment to end but also needing to get up and eat. Sighing he gently shook her awake, watching as she sat up against him and yawned, seeing the confusion in her eyes when she realised she had slept on him.

“I’m so sor-“ she began but was cut off by Finan’s deep laughter, making her pout at him before getting up and ready as he still lay on the bed.

~~~~~

A week had passed quickly, both of them getting into a nice routine and learning much about the village and everyone occupying it. They would both return to Uhtred soon with all the information they have, although neither wanted the mission to end.

“It’s nice to have you fall asleep in my arms.” Finan whispered from behind her, both laying down once again, his arm held her close to his chest as she held his hand.

“It is,” y/n wanted to add more, wanting to confess this is all she wished for but decided against it. Finan pulled her even closer, he could feel her tense against him before relaxing once again.

“I never want to let you go.” He whispered, closing his eyes readying himself for any type of rejection.

Instead y/n twisted in his embrace, staring at his face to see if he was speaking the truth. She reached up to cup his face, watching as it flinched from the unexpected contact and how his eyes remained shut.

“I want that too.” She whispered, leaning up and leaving a ghost of a kiss against his lips, pulling back only to see him staring at her in shock.

Without thinking Finan pinned her to the bed, cupping her face with one hand whilst his other kept him propped up so as to not crush her.

“Ya call that a kiss?”

They both laughed before he leaned down slowly, gouging her reaction as his eyes shifted from her own eyes to her lips. Seeing no resistance he pressed his lips to hers, the softness of her lips making him groan.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and opening her mouth slightly yo deepen the kiss. His tongue easily slipping in exploring her mouth and savouring her taste.

“Shit,” he mumbled as they pulled apart, his pants tightening and he was sure she could feel it too as she giggled, “we need to stop now or I won’t be able to hold back.”

She let Finan roll off of her, thinking for a moment before straddling his waist quickly. His confused expression made her giggle once more as she leaned forward.

“I don’t want you to stop.” She pulled him back into a kiss, their hands working on removing the others clothing.

~~~~~

“-so that’s everything we know.” Finan finished explaining for the both of them.

“Thank you Finan.” Uhtred pat the Irishman on the shoulder before walking off leaving the pair.

“I want to marry you when we get back home.” Finan turned to y/n as he spoke, taking off his cross necklace and handing it to her.

“It’s a good thing I want you to be my Irishman too I guess.” Y/n spoke in a teasing tone, putting the necklace on immediately.

They stood staring at each other a while longer before someone cleared their throat, snapping them out of their trance.

“What is this?” Uhtred pointed between them.

“Lord I-”

“I’m going to marry him.” Y/n spoke confidently, not caring for whatever her father had to say back, and kissed Finan on the cheek. She then walked off, leaving the men to talk some more.

“I’m happy for you, but don’t you dare hurt her or I’ll kill you myself.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

~~~~~

Finan and y/n stumbled into their house, both having been celebrating with everyone about their marriage that day. As soon as the door closed Finan pinned her against it, his hands pulling at the lacing of her dress.

Their lips moulding together, tongues and teeth clashing as the messily kissed, her hands pulling at the laces of his breeches.

They pulled apart panting as her dress puddled around her feet, showing her bare body to him once again. Finan wasted no time in helping discard his own clothing as well before leaning back into her to nip, lick and suck at her breasts.

Y/n threw her hand back against the door, pulling at Finan’s hair whilst she moans his name, him groaning in return to her tugging.

“Don’t tease, just hump me.” She spoke through her moans.

Finan chuckled, hooking his hands under her thighs and hoisting her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he rubs his thick cock along her slick folds.

Finan watched her face contort with pleasure as he slowly pushed himself inside her, grunting as she clamped down on him.

“Look at you,” he spoke, slowly pulling out until the tip remained only to slam back in, “such a beautiful woman, my beautiful wife.”

He accentuated the word ‘my’ with an incredibly powerful thrust. Y/n’s body felt as if it were alight, flames dancing along her skin wherever he touched or kissed.

His lips leaving marks along her neck and chest as his fingertips dug into her hips surely leaving more marks in their wake.

His name left her like a prayer, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held him close, her heels digging into him to bring him impossibly closer. The knot forming in her lower abdomen started to tighten, her orgasm approaching quickly and her cunt began to hug his cock tighter.

Finan knew she was close, grinning to himself he reached a hand between their bodies to start rubbing her clit, wanting her to cum around him and in return he’d cum inside her.

“Cum for me love.” His accented words helped her reach her peak, clenching around Finan as she screamed his name and let the knot finally burst in her stomach.

“Fuck,” Finan cursed as he still, her name falling from his lips as he came undone as well.

They stayed still for a moment longer, panting as they gazed into each others eyes. Eventually Finan released his grip on her and pulled out to place y/n on her feet, holding her steady when she wobbled slightly.

“Are ya ok love?” Finan had concern written over his face when she looked back at him.

“As long as that isn’t all the humping we’re doing tonight.” She replied, innocently smiling at her husband.

He laughed with her before throwing her over his shoulder, smacking her ass playfully and throwing her on the bed. He crawled over and and pecked her lips.

“I plan to go as many rounds as you’ll let me.” He smiled once again, his cock already hard again as she looked down at it.

“Good,” She flipped them, straddling his lap and sinking onto him once more, “I don’t want you to stop.”

[icarusignite]

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

[idksmtms]

Finan Masterlist

Series

Under construction...

Oneshots

No, No, and... Maybe - (Finan x Uhtred's Daughter!reader - coming soon)

Finan was completely devoted to his Lord Uhtred, which meant a complete devotion to his Lord's family. Sure, he hadn't seen you since you were a babe, but he didn't expect anything to change when he arrived to defend Aelfwynn and the monastery. He didn't expect to find an absolutely beautiful, absolutely perfect woman... An absolutely off-limits woman...

Novice in Love - (Finan x Novice!reader - coming soon)

Once the Lady Aelswith began to care for Aethelstan, a young novice was appointed to look after him. When Sihtric and Finan arrive to the monastery, they find all the children taken care of by this young woman. She journeys with them to reunite Aelfwynn and Aethelflaed, and through all this, manages to fall in love with the charming Irishman.

AUs

Coming soon..

[angelsworks]

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

Time traveller Yandere!Uhtred x Time Traveller!Reader

Type: Oneshot but parts are a little headcannonly

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

Warnings: Yandere themes, etc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhtred’s first instinct is to go to Brida.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These ideas help Uhtred and his friends in many ways.

“Typhus?” Finan asks you.

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

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

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

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

“We can’t risk you getting hurt.”

“You could die.”

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

“You belong here, with us.”

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

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

[flowerpotmage]

I have yet to see tlk I was kind of thinking about Alfie Solomons from pb I really should see tlk it looks similar to Merlin which is my all time favorite show

OHHH peaky blinders!!! That's on my list for sure, I just haven't been in the right mood to start it yet.

I only watched most of s1 merlin, but I could see tlk having some similar vibes. It's historical fiction tho, so no fun fantasy stuff. Finan is my favorite and iirc he's not until season 2 maybe? Beautiful irish man with some snark and buckets of loyalty. I have a oneshot with him I've been working on for like, most of the year bc I just add a sentence to it here and there randomly lol

[thecocchamchronicle]

Title: Lean on Me

Summary: Finan distracts Y/N while she is being treated by a healer (Requested by @emberoflife​)

Words: 1294

Warnings: mentions of gore, blood, injury

A/N: The healer character’s name is Sundhed, which means health in Danish. Just a fun little fact!

  “RUN Y/N! COME ON!” “THEY’RE COMING!” Uhtred’s men shouted frantically over each other.

The muscles of your legs ached beyond belief and you weren’t sure how much farther you they would carry you. The rushing wind deafened all other noises but the huffing of your breath. Your lungs fared no better and burned with every puff of your chest. Of all the time you spent running, this was by far the fastest you’d ever run. Was it the adrenaline coursing through your veins? Or the fear of being caught by Sigefrid and Erik’ army? Surely the answer didn’t matter. What mattered was reaching safety behind the shield wall.

Within an instant you found yourself on the dewy and cold ground of the earth. A blood curdling scream escaped your throat without effort. Surges of excruciating pain shot through your body. It felt as though you had been struck down by a bolt of Thor’s lightning. You turned to discover what had caused your downfall. An arrow had pierced your outer thigh. It had entered your flesh from the back and poked out the front. Another arrow had sliced your side, but hadn’t been in-bedded.

Erik and Sigefrid’s army was closing in. The warriors’ shouting became a roar and you could almost feel the power of their horses’ stampede.

  “Y/N!” Finan panicked.

  “Open the shield wall!” Uhtred commanded.

The men separated their shields, creating an opening for Finan to retrieve you. Without a thought, Finan rushed forward, scooping you up in one fell swoop. He stammered backwards, carrying you behind the shield wall.

He turned quickly on his heals and was now facing the crowd of his fellow warriors. “MAKE WAY!” he bellowed.

The men obeyed and parted, creating an clear path for Finan and you to escape to a more secure location.

Finan cradled you closely against his chest. He sprinted through the forest, dodging any and all obstacles that came his way.

  “Ya’re going to be just fine Y/N. I’ve got you.”  

You tried to focus on his reassuring words and the comfort of his arms around you, but the pain was all consuming. The energy was quickly draining from your body and your eyelids became heavy.

  “Hey! Stay awake.” Finan shook you gently.

Finally the tents of the camp were in sight.

Finan grabbed the first man he laid eyes on. “You! Fetch Sundhed, tell him we need him in Y/N’s tent.” Finan demanded.

The man did not question the Irishman, he only nodded and sprinted off to find the healer.  

Finan slowed down as exhaustion began to take over. But for your sake, he forced himself to continue on. Once at your tent, Finan slipped inside and placed you down carefully on the furs of your bed. A few moments later, Sundhed appeared in the open flaps of the tent’s fabric.The healer was tall and muscular, his arms covered in aged scars. Dirty blonde hair framed his angular face. It was tousled and dreaded, but pulled up and out of his face, like most Danish men.

  “What happened to her?” Sundhed asked.

  “She took an arrow to the leg. And it looks like another one grazed her side.” Finan explained.

Sundhed nodded silently and set to work. He unpacked his sack of healing supplies, which included herbs, home made remedies and other various tools of his trade.

  “Finan, it will help if you hold her down.” he said.

Your friend obeyed, grabbing your ankles and pinning them down against the bed.

  “Ready?” Sundhed asked.

You balled your hand into a fist and bit down on it. Despite being vastly unprepared for the inevitable pain, you nodded.

With an intense snap, Sundhed broke the finned ends off the arrow. Your legs writhed against your will and Finan was there to steady them. He struggled to hold your flailing limbs and was surprised at your strength. Though it was true that over the years he’d seen injured men that seemed to have gained almost god-like strength when being healed.

You tried to calm yourself but the attempts were futile. Finan noticed your chest heaving and he thought you might faint.  

He looked you in the eyes. “Just breathe, Y/N.”

His voice was soothing and you did as you were told. You clenched your eyes shut and focused solely on breathing. Without warning Sundhed began to  slowly remove the wooden rod of the arrow from your thigh. Another scream ripped through your throat and was distorted by your fist. If someone were to walk past your tent, they surely would have thought it was a wounded animal making these noises, not one of their fellow warriors.

Surely there was no pain between Valhalla and Hel worse than this. Sundhed gave you a moment to compose yourself, before moving onto the next portion of his healing process. Finan released your legs and knelt by your side.

  “It’s alright, just, here hold my hand.”

Your bloodied hand tightened around Finan’s calloused palm. His skin was warm to the touch and you were thankful he was there to comfort you.

  “You’ve got the grip of a bear’s jaw.” He quirked a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Sundhed quickly began sterilizing your wounds. He gently wiped the surrounding gore with a clothe and poured a mysterious liquid directly onto both wounds.

Your head fell back in agony against the furs on the bed. Your mind betrayed you and choose to only focus on the pain. Tears trickled over your eyes and fell onto the cheeks below. Finan rubbed over your hand softly. His touch grounded you back in reality. 

The final step of Sundhed’s process was bandaging up the wounds to keep them from infection and further harm. He began and tried to work as quickly and gently as possible. He tightly wrapped your thigh with long strips of cloth, tying the pieces into a firm knot once he finished. The healer did the same with the wound at your side, though he left some slack in the fabric, allowing you to move and breathe. 

   “You’ll need to clean the wound and change the bandages once a day if you want to heal properly. I’ll leave this cleansing remedy for you. Come by should you need more.” Sundhed instructed. 

   “Thank you.” you said meekly. 

Sundhed nodded and exited your tent. Through the opening, you and Finan could both see Uhtred and Sihtric peeking inside.  

Finan gently brushed his hand against your arm. “Will you be alright if I step out for a moment?” he asked softly.

You gave his hand a quick squeeze. “I think I’ll survive.” 

  “I’ll be right back.” he stepped out of the tent to join the worrying warriors.

  “How is she?” Uhtred inquired.

Finan sighed. “Sundhed said if we keep her wounds clean and covered in fresh bandages that she should recover. She’s been through hell today but she’ll pull through, I’m sure of it.”

   “That’s relieving news.” Sihtric added. 

   “It is. I think I will stay with her a while, be here in case she needs anything.” Finan said. 

Uhtred and Sihtric patted Finan on the back and headed off to inquire on any other important happenings that occurred during the battle. 

Finan reentered your tent to find you asleep. Surely your body had had enough and succumbed to exhaustion. Finan was happy to see a peaceful expression on your face after all the pain you’d been through. 

Finan suddenly realized how drained he, himself was. He shuffled forward and plopped down onto the ground next to your bed. He would be there, should you be requiring any help. Finan vowed to himself that he’d be there for you as long as you needed his comfort. 

⚔️PART TWO?⚔️