#steapa tlk

[silens-oro]

I am writing the filthiest Steapa fic that my grubby little fly hands have ever written in my LIFE. I had a dream last night and the thought has not left me. I need PEACE.

[viking-chaos]

Steapa, Finan (Sihtric lurking in the background) | Adrian Bouchet, Mark Rowley (Anas Fedaravicius) The Last Kingdom | 3.02

[king-alfred]

"Uhtred has left Winchester, last night."

[lord-aldhelm]

Aldhelm, Aethelred, Steapa, Uhtred, Pyrlig | The Last Kingdom 2.08

[mojogifs]

Finan Every Scene

Season 2 Episode 7 | Part 5

[dailytlk]

THE LAST KINGDOM 3x01 / 30 days left

[transfinan]

Straight men will say some gay shit. This sounds like a bad porn opening.

[itbmojojoejo]

Finan | 2x04

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[chidoknowshit]

Favourite enemities in TLK:

Brida and Beocca

Finas and Steapa

[bagheerita]

[justasightseer]

Do you ever think about how the best nicknames in TLK were given by Finan, or are you, like, normal??

[silens-oro]

wip wednesday

steapa x f!dane reader

synopsis: finan, ever the schemer, tries to play matchmaker.

an: this will be a stand alone one shot that will be filled with filth and debauchery once it is finished 😈this was written on my phone so no word count or editing. we die like s*****.

warnings: talks of sex and maiming, but neither act happens. Finance’s mouth is it’s own warning.

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“I’ve noticed something,” Finan said as he sat next to you on the bench you occupied. All of the men had dispersed once you made it to Winchester -for food, sleep, women, or a combination of the three. You decided to head to the closest ale house for some food and drink to unwind after your long journey before you went to bed.

Your body ached, as did your belly. You tried to not let Finan’s interruption ruin the meal in front of you.

A hearty bowl of stewed beef with chunks of carrot, potato, and onion steamed in front of you, a hunk of crusty bread in your hand to dip into the thick broth. You were mid-dunk into the bowl when Finan spotted you.

“Is it that you refuse to give me a moment’s peace?” You grumbled, finally bringing the soaked bread to your mouth. You nearly groaned at the taste and feel of a hot meal. You threw Finan a look as you chewed. “You’ve lost your shadow?” You referenced Osferth, who had grown quite the attachment to Finan, as you dig into the bowl with your spoon.

“Praying, what else would be be doing? And do not deflect from my questioning.” He playfully reprimanded.

“I merely wished to know where to find the boy so I could tether him to you so you’d leave me be,” you said through a mouthful of stew. “What are you doing bothering me? Will no woman take your coin for the night?” You grinned.

“Any woman would be happy to take my coin, thank you. But my question still stands: Why do you not take a man to bed?” You dropped the bread to the table and abandoned the spoon in the bowl to turn your body to face the Irishman.

“Excuse me?” Offense was clear as day on your face as you glared at him. “Who I take to bed does not concern you.”

“Anywhere we stop, the men find their ladies of the night, but you never take anyone to bed. Why is that?” Your head tiled back as you sighed. There goes your meal for the night.

“You do not know this.” You argued.

“Ah, but I do.”

“Why does this matter?” You grumbled, bringing your cup of ale to you lips. “How would you know my whereabouts when you’re occupied?”

“Because you always have the same look on your face before I leave to hump and when I’m finished.” He had a point. “It is a good stress reliever. You seem wound up, more so than usual. If you need help-”

“No!” You stopped him mid-sentence, your dagger out in the blink of an eye and pointed at Finan. “Do not finish that sentence if you wish to keep your tongue.”

“It was merely a suggestion,”

“Merely do not suggest,” you spat. His grin only widened at your growing frustration. A few moments passed where you were both in a standoff with your stares, and your dagger pointed at him, before you stood down. The blade was placed on the table, pointed at him in warning. “There’s a reason I don’t allow any of you fools into my bed. I intend to keep it that way.”

“I think it would help. From one friend to another, you need to let loose a little.”

“Let loose? Finan, are you aware of the anatomy differences between you and I?”

“I am intimately aware,” He wiggled his thick brows.

“Then you would know that only one of us is capable of becoming with child,” Finan grimaced at your point, then his eyes lit up with a thought.

“They make a tea for that!”

“Yes I am intimately aware of that, Finan,” You mocked him. His eyes widened, scandalized, but humored nonetheless. “I have ample supply on me, but there is still risk.”

“You minx!” Finan laughed. “Okay, minimal risk. What is the next?”

“The women, more or less are agreeable to look at, yes?” His head teetered from left to right with a shrug.

“Sometimes,”

“But most times you are able to find a woman you can stomach looking at,” You stated.

“I guess so.”

“Look around this ale house,” You said, let him scope out the patrons for a moment before bringing his attention back to you. “Do you see my problem?” Finan grimaced. “My best prospect is Steapa,” you nodded your head in his direction. Finan’s jaw dropped. “And even then I’d need a few more cups.” You shook your ale cup in front of Finan. The man was not disagreeable to your eyes, but he was massive. Gargantuan. There was no question that *all* of him was to proportion.

“Steapa?!” Finan said a little too loud, garnering the man in question’s attention towards your table. You punched Finan directly in the center of his chest, causing him to wheeze and double over on the table in pain.

You gave a short wave with an awkward smile at Steapa who sighed at the pair of you before shaking his head and guzzling more ale.

“Clearly he isn’t interested, and every other man who I could stomach doesn’t have the spine to approach me. It is no surprise. Saxon men are generally weak.”

“You really are unapproachable,” Finan agreed while rubbing his chest. He flinched when you made like you were going to hit him again. “Your face is constantly pinched. You look like you’ve sucked on a lemon,” he teased as he touched the tensed muscle between your brows.

“I wonder why,” you smacked his hand away from you.

“So this is my mission for the night, eh?” Finan wrapped an arm over your shoulder to put you in a near headlock. “We’ll find you a lad to hump so we can get that dazzling smile back on your face!” He said louder than he should’ve, catching the attention of a few men within the ale house -Steapa included. You could feel the heat radiate off of your face as whistles and hoots filled the room. Finan stood before you could stop him and he was off into the night.

Steapa caught your eye. He had a questioning look on his face, to which you just shook your head with a roll of your eyes. Chugging the last of your ale, you looked to the now cold stew in front of you with a sigh.

You heard the scrapes of chairs and benches on the floor, followed by boots heading in your direction.

“Any man who approaches me will be chewing on his own balls as a midnight snack!” You said without looking up. You made a show of fiddling with your dagger before sheathing it. The men who were going to approach sat back down without hesitation. Steapa’s eyes still followed you as you stood, put the hood of your cloak up and fled the ale house to find refuge in your bed.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

TLK Christmas - Christmas with Steappa

"Ah, there you are." You say, as your husband ducks into your cozy, warm house. Steapa grunts and comes over to kiss your cheek. "How was mass?" You ask him. "Dull, shame you could not be there." He replies. "I've got the kids, thank you very much." You point out.

Steapa embraces you from behind. "Dinner smells good. Beats the feast Alfred is throwing." He grunts. You know he is not lying. Alfred's Christmas 'feasts' always mean the King trying to teach his guests about not indulging in the better things in life. Gruel and bread hard as cobble stones would be served to the nobility tonight. Luckily your husband is home with you tonight.

You prefer him home during the Christmas days, so you may at least celebrate somewhat. You have a lot of mouthes to feed and bodies to clothe, so the celebration can never be too extensive, but as long as you are all together and the children get a small gift they will be happy with, you are not at all complaining. And luckily Steapa gets paid some extra during the Christmas days.

"Help your mother, set the table." Stea\ppa tells your oldest. "Yes father." The boy says, rushing to the cupboard to grab plates and cutlery. "Good lad." Steapa rufffled his hair. Your son preens under his father's attention and it is absolutely adorable.

You serve a dinner that is very luxurious for your standards. The bird you roasted Steapa brought down himself. It is a beautiful fat partridge. Alongside it you have fresh bread, potatoes and a stew of vegetables and herbs. Steapa's also brought a nice block of cheese and a big bowl of berries. An absolute feast.

The children sit down in their places at the table. You sit down and Steappa leads the prayer. "Amen." You whisper when he is done. "Amen." The children chorus. "Now give me your plates." You say. You give your children first and then your husband. But there is still plenty for you.

"Happy Christmas." Steapa takes you by the hand and kisses your knuckles. "Happy Christmas." You agree softly.

[lllostgirlll]

Ok but after finishing The Pale Horseman… Steapa x Hild for life man

[lord-aldhelm]

Found this on an Insta post for someone who makes custom funko pops:

Which is the cutest thing ever and even though I really don't like funko pops I would love to have the Aldhelm one. Eh.. maybe I can make my own.

[soulhollow]

Work title: Distance Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Last Kingdom (inclusive/inspired by the original books and BBC/Netflix series) Rating: G (maybe teen, mention of chronic illness/direct illness) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Alfred, Aelswith, Offa, Beocca, Steapa, Uhtred (mentioned, thought of, spoken about) Additional Tags: Suffering, etc. Summary:

Uhtred's in Dunholm (approximately mid-season three of TLK, or mid-The Burning Land), Alfred's in Wintanceaster, and truly. Both of them are miserable, largely for reasons of their own making. (Based on events from the books, but knowledge of the books is not necessary to understand the story presented. Knowledge of the show is enough.)