#tlk:finan

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Breathe in... Breathe out...

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​​​​

Pairing:  Implied Finan x F!Reader

Word Count: 855

Prompt: None

Tags/ Warnings: 

Rating: General

Summary: You face the danes at Tettanhall and this time it's different...

AUTHORS NOTE: I know this isn't something most people will be interested in reading from me. Most of my readers came from Teen Wolf and Supernatural but as many of you have seen I have not been able to get anything out for over a year now.. my writing has been incredibly silent and nothing feels enough but this... this popped into my head and I couldn't not write it... There was more that I wanted to add more that i saw playing out but when it came time to get to the next scene i found i had no idea how and so this is unbeta'd and rough from the depths of my broken muse but she is mine and i hope she make make you feel something.

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Breathe in… breathe out… 

Breathe in… breathe out…. 

You watched the horizon knowing that any moment now Cnut and his army would be making their way over the ridge and towards you and your friends. 

You had to remind yourself to breathe so you did not fall into a panic. 

For a moment you questioned yourself. Wondering if perhaps you were overreacting… after all you had seen many battles before. 

A soft voice carried on the wind. 

A prayer… in that heavy accent you had come to know.

Well if the Irishman was nervous then your own nerves felt a bit more justified. 

You had stood side by side your brother, Uhtred, and his group of men time and time again and you knew that each and every one of them stood before battle time and again without fear gripping them. 

This time though… 

This time was different. 

The Mercians only had the fyrds to defend them and the Welsh that Father Pyrlig had somehow managed to convince to join you. 

Numbers that were still not enough for the Dane army marching your way. 

Breathe in… Breathe out… 

Breathe in… Breathe out…

You could swear that you felt the ground shaking beneath you before you heard the the sounds of the of the Danes moving towards you. 

You hoped that the trick your brother had managed to set up would be enough. 

It had to be…

You didn’t care for most of the Saxons or most of the Danes but the ones you did care about… they stood to either side of you… along the line - prepared. 

The Irishman’s voice continued to carry through the winds… caressing your skin as he prayed to his God and you could feel a rock in your stomach. 

He had to survive… 

You would accept nothing less.

Breathe in… Breathe out… 

Breathe in… 

The sound of Cnut and his mean screaming stilled your very being as your eyes watched a wall of Danes running straight for you. 

Just a few more feet and you would know. 

A moment later the Danes fell into your brothers trap and you felt the blood come to life again in your veins. 

With a roar you charged into the battle with the others. A swing here a swipe there. Your sword and blades breaking through skin and warm blood sliding down your arm.

You are fighting your way through Dane after Dane… the Saxons and the Welsh around you. Each time someone falls to your blade you find yourself hoping the Valkyries will find the warrior suitable for Valhalla. You tell yourself that’s why your eyes are scanning around you… a hope to glimpse a Valkyrie but you know better. 

Your eyes are searching for him — The Irishman. 

You are desperate to make sure that he and the others make it through this. You trusted your brother to make it through, the gods would see to that. Sihtric and Osferth would keep each other safe..

Finan had a habit of getting lost in the battle. 

You can hear the battle screams echo in the field around you. 

Screams of men ready to die sound so incredibly different from screams of men afraid to die. 

Dodging and weaving, stabbing and slashing you make your way through the men who are your enemies today. Before you had even realized it, you had lost sight of Finan. 

After you had felled a particularly tall Dane, who had fought you like a crazed animal, you looked up trying to find his head of black hair but you didn’t see it. You didn’t panic immediately but the longer it took to find the man the louder the sounds of metal would become. 

“Finan!”  Your voice echoed around you as your feet moved other own accord. 

You continued to call his name. Desperate to ensure for yourself that he was okay. That he had not abandoned you on this field. 

You hadn’t even noticed the way that the battle around you was slowing down, coming to it’s very end after Edward and Æthelred’s men having turned the tide against the Danes. 

Your eyes finally found him.. He was sat on the floor, back leaning against a large rock, his face to the sky and his breathing heavy even from where you stood. 

Making your way over, you dropped down next to him, your hands immediately searching his body for wounds. 

“I’m fine,” he muttered, “just got the wind knocked outta me.”

You couldn’t help but scoff slightly and raised an eyebrow at him, “You would not admit it if you were on deaths door Irishman.”

You return to checking him over. Ensuring that he’s fine and only when you’re sure do you fall on your own arse and take allow the breathing to even out. 

“Did nah know you cared so much”

This time you do scoff, “Of course I care you bastard.”

You watch as the corners of his lips tilt up. A smile spreading across his face and you can’t help the way that your breath is stolen away. 

Breathe in… Breathe out…

Breathe in… Breathe out…

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Posted 13 May 2023