#everyone needs an osferth

[talesofoldandnew]

I think we all need and deserve an Osferth in our lives ❤️‍🩹

#osferth #baby monk #the last kingdom #he is so cute #such a baby #everyone needs an osferth #ewan mitchell #british actors #hotd #aemond targaryen #world on fire #tom bennett

[dark-poems-for-your-lost-heart]

Hello everyone this is my rp page for Ewan Mitchell's characters mainly

Tom Bennett

Aemond Targaryen

Osferth

For Tom's storyline I'm looking for something after the war, possibly living in a small home in the city similar to his place with his dad and sister where he is now living a more simple life with PTSD from the war still bothers him and he is in the pub a lot and that's where he meets someone he is interested in.

For Aemond's storyline I'm looking for an arranged marriage that he is certainly not happy about, possibly enemies to lovers type of thing. I want to somewhat go off the tv series only I want Viserys to still alive so not much war is going on at the moment.

For Osferth probably something a bit more simple he lives deep in the country side now on a nice small farm. Just raising his farm animals and growing beautiful gardens, all he wants is a peaceful life but he finds himself lonely and hopes to find a wife. But the woman he is in love with doesn't return his feelings.

#ewan mitchell #world on fire #tom bennett #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #everyone needs an osferth #osferth

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

no y/n and i try to avoid descriptors but do use she/her. you star in house of the dragon and your character is aemond targaryen’s girlfriend (let me live ok i know we could change him! he told me!!) aaaand also tbosas as sejanus girlfriend (get it bc rachel and josh and now you and tom). your character in tbosas is nova may winter.

your social media ~

just a fun little social media series, will do this in between editing my coriolanus snow x reader series. first part below the cut, sometime early 2023.

liked by enews and others…

tmz_tv trouble in paradise? rachelzegler and tomblyth spotted looking a little cozy last night! wonder how yourname and joshandresrivera feel!!!

yourname heartbroken!

↳ joshandresrivera shocked!

↳ yourname betrayed!

↳ joshandresrivera bamboozled!

↳ yourname flabbergasted!

↳ joshandresrivera devastated!

↳ yourname yeah that we weren’t invited hadbdjsndj

↳ tomblyth i hate you both 😭

↳ rachelzegler you guys literally had reshoots for tbosas though????

↳ tomblyth and we offered to reschedule for when all 4 of us could go?

↳ yourname fuck we’ve been exposed

↳ joshandresrivera gotta blast!!!

username wait are they really dating?!

↳ username no. rachelzegler is dating joshandresrivera and tomblyth is dating yourname.

↳ username waaaait i just read tbosas. obviously coryo and lucy gray, but also yourname character is dating joshandresrivera character 😂 so everyone had to kiss each others significant other 😂😂😭

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yourname here to serve your #snowbaird needs! first 3 📸 are the love of my life and tomblyth is in the shots too.

rachelzegler hahaha i love you

↳ yourname marry me when???

tchalamet where was the post for paul and luna when dune came out? #fakefriend #betrayed

↳ yourname timothée??? i literally made a whole youtube video talking about my experience with dune? and i sung your praises for like 10 minutes???

↳ tchalamet not the full first name 😳

joshandresrivera and what about the ship for our characters 🤬

↳ yourname istg you’ll get an entire post dedicated to u once the film is actually out.

↳ joshandresrivera carry on 🤭

ewanmitchell aemond and juliette didn’t get a post either 🤨

↳ yourname aemond killed my baby lucerys, he doesn’t get shit 😞

↳ ewanmitchell you did a whole post when osferth died????

↳ yourname my sweet baby osferth did not deserve to die either 😔

username damn yourname your onscreen boyfriends are low key needy af 🫣

↳ yourname i know right 😩

tmz_tv 👀

↳ yourname this was a joke. i’m laughing at you, not with you.

yourname has blocked tmz_tv

tomblyth caption got me like 😧… and what’s the last photo my love?

↳ yourname my lockscreen is what it is.

↳ username “my love”

↳ username she said my lockscreen hahdudsbdifesz one of us one of us

hunterschafer you’re my spirit animal

↳ yourname hunter is the ACTUAL loml you guys

↳ tomblyth “heart been broke so many times” - rod wave 😧

username i read the book. coriolanus has to choke nova may. tomblyth did u develop a choking kink 🤭😏😏😏

↳ yourname hahahaha username i love you so much for this

↳ username someone spoil it for me why does he choke her

↳ username nova may figures out that coriolanus is the one who betrayed sejanus right when he’s executed and she goes to confront him later. this is when he and lucy gray first get to the cabin. she has a gun but he manages to throw it to the other side of the room. and at least in the book he slams her against a wall and tries to kill her by choking her.

↳ username istg they better put this scene in the movie.

↳ username but does he kill her?

↳ yourname watch and seeeee!

↳ rachelzegler so proud of my girl yourname! we can’t talk about it too much because #spoilers but you guys she’s incredible and it was so cool to watch her and tomblyth film that scene

username i bet tomblyth felt so bad having to be mean to yourname

↳ yourname all jokes aside, tomblyth aka the actual number 1 love of my life, he did feel so bad 😭 i love seeing him turn into coriolanus because it’s obviously so different from who he actually is as a person. but after each take he’d immediately ask if i was okay 🥺🥹

↳ username god i’m so single

if you’d like to be tagged in future tom blyth x actress!reader let me know!

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[aemondsbabe]

Love is Patient and Kind

summary: hand holding & dry humping || you aren't ready to take the next step with your monk, luckily for you he has the patience of a saint

pairing: osferth x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, dry humping, very fluffy, osferth being cute and understanding and ruining other men for everyone, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 2.5k

a/n: welcome to day one of 12 days of smuff!! hope y'all enjoy this one! Can be read as part 1 to Wind’s Howling or as a stand alone!

12 days of smuff masterlist

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“Are you sure you do not wish for me to carry that, my lady?” Osferth asks for the millionth time, nodding his head at the basket, laden with various herbs and medicinal plants, in the crook of your elbow. 

For the millionth time, you merely shake your head with a crooked smile. “I wish only for your company, monk,” you glance over at him as the two of you walk through the forest, admiring the way the early afternoon sun casts a golden halo through his hair, “I told you as much when we left camp this morning.”

Osferth merely nods in reply; your man is one of few words. A soft blush blooms across your cheeks at the thought – your man, but it was as good as true. Osferth was the first man in Uhtred’s company you felt comfortable with when you joined their cause all those months ago when they’d stopped in your small hamlet in need of a healer; you’d been by their side ever since.

In the months since, your relationship with the monk had steadily grown from hushed whispers around the campfire in the dead of night, when sleep eluded the both of you, to heated glances, delicate touches, and stolen kisses. More recently, Osferth had all but insisted on accompanying you nearly everywhere you went, which is how he’d come to follow you as you walked through the forest to gather the variety of curative plants you need.

A content sigh passes your lips as you tilt your head up, taking in the way the tips of the trees stretch up toward the blue sky. “I had almost forgotten what the sun looked like,” you joke, your heart squeezing proudly in your chest as the monk chuckles next to you, “But hopefully this summer will be dryer than the last.”

“I have prayed many times for sun,” Osferth says with a nod, blue eyes soft as he gazes at you, “Unfortunately, the Lord seems to ignore those requests.” The corner of his lips tilts up as he huffs a laugh at his own joke. 

Suddenly, a branch snaps loudly not too far off the winding path the two of you have been strolling down. Osferth acts quickly, ever vigilant, and takes your hand to usher you behind him as he draws his sword. Your breath quickens as you peek around his shoulder, pressing yourself tightly against his back as your hand grips his; you’d been assured by Uhtred’s scouts that the forest surrounding camp was perfectly safe, but in these times danger seemed to creep up from every corner. 

A buck appears a little ways down the path, followed by two more deer, each sparing you and the monk only a quick glance before scampering into the forest once more. The two of you let out a collective sigh of relief as Osferth sheaths his sword with a shy smile. 

“Perhaps now would be a good time for a break, my lady?” He suggests with a soft smile, “We’ve been walking since morning.”

“I think we’ve earned a break,” you nod, gazing up at him through your lashes, the two of you still close enough that you could make out soft flecks of green in his blue eyes, “I believe I saw a clearing a few paces back.” 

“Lead the way.” Osferth nods, keeping in pace with you as you backtrack to where you’d spotted a lush clearing through the trees only moments ago. As you walk, nearly shoulder to shoulder, the monk silently takes your hand again, his rough fingers threading together with yours. Neither of you speaks, though you can nearly feel his pleased smile from your periphery, twin to your own. 

After only a few moments, you veer off the path as the two of you step into a sizable glade, the trees giving way to a field of tall grass. Your hands stay clasped as you walk together, basket still tucked in your elbow as you lift the skirts of your linen gown to prevent it from snagging on the high blades of grass; your chest tightens once more when you glance down and notice how Osferth takes great care to step over any flowers in his path, the ones that sprinkle the meadow with pops of yellow and lilac. 

Soon, you come to a spot where the ground seems to be drier, however the monk grasps your forearm to stop you as he slips the thin, grey wool cloak off his shoulders and drapes it over the ground.

“Osferth,” you gently admonish, though a smile does creep across your lips at the sweet gesture, “I am perfectly capable of sitting on the ground.”

“A lady should not have to,” he says simply, nodding to the cloak, “Please.”

With a final glance, and a good-natured roll of your eyes, you comply, setting your basket down before relaxing atop his robe. After making sure you’re settled, the monk joins you, setting his sword to the side as he sits and leans back on his hands, scanning the treeline. 

“It’s so lovely here…” you smile as you glance around, a soft breeze causing the grass to rustle around you.

Osferth sits up beside you, a relaxed smile on his lips as he takes your hand and pulls you closer to him. “I find the company to be far lovelier,” he whispers before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, never taking more than you seem keen to give. The two of you easily fall into a lazy rhythm, your lips moving together as he guides you to lie against his chest. You lay your hand against his chest, right over his heart, thankful that he’s forgone his usual leather armor and chainmail today as you feel his warmth through the soft tunic he wears. 

He sighs against your lips, his fingers gently weaving into the locks of hair at the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and making you cling to him all the more tightly, his other hand wrapping around your waist before settling in the small of your back, holding you to him. 

After a few moments, the two of you part to catch your breath and he studies you with a warm gaze as you relax against his chest. “We are meant to be stopping in a town tonight.” Osferth says simply. 

“That we are.” 

“We could get a room together,” he breathes, making you gasp as he trails kisses across your jaw, “Just the two of us.” 

Immediately, you tense up and untangle yourself from him, sitting up with a sigh. He quickly sits up next to you and you can feel him eyeing you with concern, though you dare not meet his gaze. 

“My lady, I didn't mean to offend you…” He says hesitantly, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“You didn’t offend me, sweet monk,” you turn to him with a bashful smile, “I am simply…I don’t know if i’m ready.” 

“Ready for what?” His head tilts to the side as he eyes you curiously. 

You chuckle nervously, unsure of how to broach the topic. “Osferth, I have heard enough tales of your…prowess around the campfire to know that my skills do not match your own.” 

The crease between his brows only deepens as he continues staring at you, blue eyes flitting between your own. “My prowess?” 

“With more…intimate relations…” You say slowly, glancing away from him. 

“Oh,” he says softly before his eyes widen comically, a dark blush cascading over his fair cheeks, “Oh!”

You can’t help but laugh softly at his dumbstruck expression, your lips quirking up into a soft smile despite your nerves. 

The hand on your shoulder tightens as he leans closer to you. “My love, you need not fret over it,” he whispers, blue eyes conveying a deep seriousness, “We can get a room at the tavern and not do anything at all.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion – you’ve always been told to expect a very different answer from men. “What?”

He huffs out a soft laugh and pulls you back down to lie on the grass with him once more. “I mean what I say,” he says softly, one hand stroking your hair, “We can get a room and just kiss or cuddle or merely talk, I don’t care.” You look up from where you’ve had your cheek laying against his chest, the emotion in his eyes shocking you for a second, “I just want to be with you.” He whispers finally.

You can feel yourself blushing as he speaks, the apples of your cheeks heating up deliciously under his kind gaze. A girlish giggle erupts from your lips before you can stop it, which only makes him laugh too as you bury your head against his chest and bite your lip, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and campfire smoke. 

After a moment, the two of you calm down and you finally look back up at him, “Kissing sounds good…” you nearly whisper, suddenly shy as he surveys your face.

Osferth merely chuckles, low in his throat, and rolls the two of you over. Normally, this is when you’d be pushing any other man off of you with some mumbled excuse, but you can’t help but feel safe with the sandy haired monk, taking him at his word that whatever you were willing to give would be enough.

“We have time, and plenty of herbs already,” he rasps, his voice thick with an arousal you’d only heard on a very scant few occasions when the two of you had shared frantic kisses in the night once the rest of the men were asleep, “Why wait until tonight?”

A small giggle escapes you once again as the blush on your cheeks extends down, almost all the way to your chest, but you nod nonetheless, your arms coming up to snake around his neck as you pull him down to you. A small whimpery breath escapes you when his lips touch yours yet again, and he responds in kind with a low groan, the sound rumbling from his chest. His lips are soft against your own as the two of you move leisurely; once again, he lets you set the pace, only licking at your bottom lip after you do the same to him first. 

Your thighs spread as your kiss deepens and you moan again when he slots himself between your thighs, the linen of your dress hiked up just above your knees. A shiver rolls through you at the feel of him on top of you, so warm and weighty.

“Is this alright?” He breathes, navy eyes blinking between each of yours as he checks for any signs of discomfort from you, visibly relaxing when he finds none.

Wordlessly, you nod, bobbing your head eagerly as you pull him back down. His hands roam carefully over your body as your lips and tongues move together, breathlessly licking into each other's mouths. You whine into his mouth when you feel a hardness pressing against your center, a pleased hum emanating from your chest at the realization that you’ve affected him this much with only a kiss; the pride in your heart twists into something different, something deeper as a knot forms and begins tightening in your belly.

“My lady –” Osferth mumbles as he starts to pull away from you, an apologetic smile on his handsome face.

“Don’t!” You say quickly, tugging him back to you and surprising even yourself as you wrap your legs around his trim waist, “Please, I – It’s good.” You confirm breathlessly, eyebrows quirked up with need as you look up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah?” He asks, unable to wipe the pleased grin off his face as he settles back on top of you, careful to keep most of his weight off of you as he presses against your center again.

You nod, already threading your fingers into the short hair at the back of his head to draw his lips back to yours. A breathy, high-pitched moan leaves you at the feel of his clothed length pressing against you, the ties at the front of his breeches only adding to the pleasurable sensations that zap through you as he starts rolling his hips against your own.

His pace quickens as he breaks away from you, panting against your skin as he traces wet kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your head lolls to the side as you whimper and whine underneath him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel his hard cock twitch against you, even through the fabric of your smallclothes.

You’re quick to match his pace, using the leverage of your legs wrapped around his middle to ruck yourself up into each thrust, earning grunts of pleasure from the monk. 

“My lady,” he groans, one hand fisting into your hair as the other trails down to run appreciatively over the bare skin of your thigh, “Y-You are bewitching.” He gasps, mouthing at your neck, his cock no doubt leaking into the leather of his trousers. 

Your only reply is a choked out moan of his name as your back arches underneath him, the knot in your belly winding tighter and tighter as the ties of his breeches rub over your pearl deliciously, your smallclothes no doubt soaked. 

Blessedly, Osferth seems to understand the desperation in your voice and movements and pulls back to look at you, both of his hands quickly grasping yours, fingers threading together as he holds them to the earth beside your head.

 “Sweet girl,” he grunts as he gazes down at you, a rosy blush cascading beautifully over his high cheekbones, “P-Peak, my lady, please,” he pants as his fingers tighten against your own, “I’m, God be good, I’m right behind you.”

You nod frantically, your only sound a choked out sob as you tense underneath him when his hips rut perfectly against yours, the knots of his pants catching against your sensitive bud in just the right way to tip you over the edge. You twitch underneath him, white knuckling his hands when you feel your center clenching helplessly around nothing as pleasure buzzes through you. 

Osferth reaches his end mere seconds after you, humping against you two or three more times before tensing, his eyes squeezing shut as his own high washes over him, cock spasming in his breeches as his spend leaks into the waiting fabric. 

“You’re beautiful,” you declare softly, the words tumbling from your lips as soon as you think of them.

The monk blushes somehow more heavily above you, though a soft smile graces his lips. With a soft sigh, he falls to his side, bringing you with him. Your cheek once again finds its home against his chest and you smile at the sound of his heart thumping wildly as he pulls you closely to him, one arm wrapping protectively around you as he tucks the other under his head, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“You flatter me, my lady,” he says lowly, a pleased rasp to his voice. “You are truly an angel,” he continues after a moment, “A beautiful, precious angel.”

You smile contentedly, his heart thudding steadily in your ear as you let your eyes drift shut, happy to stay in this still, safe bubble with your monk for as long as the outside world will allow.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: requested by an anon!

Warnings: the sickness????

pairing: Sihtric x you (x Finan)

summary: keeping your pregnancy a secret during the sickness did not go as planned

wordcount: 1,1k

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'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'

'What are you looking for, Finan?' Osferth asked.

'Bodies!' Finan answered, cutting through the tall grass while covering his mouth and nose with a cloth.

You, Sihtric and Osferth glanced at each other as you relaxed and laid back in the grass.

'Eh?' Osferth said for all of you.

'Bodies!' Finan shouted again, 'I know the sickness is close!'

'Why are you shitting yourself?' Sihtric taunts. 

You snort at your husband's remark, who gives you a proud smirk.

'I've seen men as strong as bears at breakfast time,' Finan said, 'gurgling blood and pus by supper time! You little runt!' he snarled.

'Hey!' you gave Finan a disapproving look, but then grinned at Sihtric, loving how easy it was to rile the Irish man up right now.

You had been feeling a little under the weather yourself the past week. You knew if you told Finan, he would completely freak out, which could be funny, as you knew you weren't truly sick. But for Finan's own health, you decided against it.

Your travel continued, by foot. You and Sihtric walked with your fingers laced, and he kept you close at all times. Your husband noticed you hadn't been eating as well as usual, but to not freak Finan out, he decided to not bring it up yet, unless it would get worse or you would show signs of being ill.

Finan was the only one to hear you vomit one morning, near the river, and he stared at you, deadpan.

'The… the sickness,' he whispered with big eyes, pointing his sword's edge towards you from a safe distance.

'Finan,' you sighed and wiped your mouth, 'it's not the sickness, trust me,' you said and got up from your knees.

But as you set a step closer to Finan, the Irish man immediately took a step back. And so the dance began.

'Finan, don't be ridiculous!' you hissed, 'trust me, I'm fine.'

'Aye,' Finan said, 'and then catch the sickness myself, lady? I don't think so.'

You tried to walk back to camp but Finan blocked your way, from a safe distance still.

'Excuse me?' Your eyebrow raised so high, it almost hurt.

'You can't go back to the others,' Finan said firmly.

'Finan, you will let me go to my husband, right now, or I will cough in your face when you sleep!' you snarled.

Finan grimaced and took several steps back, allowing your passage back to camp, back to Sihtric.

Finan kept a close eye on you as the days progressed, and he was the only one aware of your early morning sickness. He did find it interesting no one else seemed to get sick like you, and he was especially puzzled that Sihtric didn't catch the sickness, knowing you and him were all over each other the whole day. Which kind of made Finan feel sick, but in a whole different way.

Unfortunately, Finan became more paranoid after the events earlier that day. You and the group you travelled with had been cornered, the only seemingly safe way out was through a river, which was filled with dead bodies, all victims of the horrible sickness. And it all spooked Finan even more.

'We can swim through!' your husband, the oaf, had blurted out, which you told him off for later, in private.

'Sihtric, why are you so reckless?' you asked.

'I am not!' Sihtric retorted, 'I just wanted everyone to get to safety.'

'By suggesting to swim through waters in which dead bodies lay? My love,' you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. 

You absolutely loved Sihtric, but sometimes you wondered how he was still alive, being the way he is.

Sihtric didn't reply. Looking back, he knew he had been reckless, and he felt bad.

'You know I meant well,' he mumbled.

'I do,' you took his hands, 'but, Sihtric, you have to promise me to try and be more careful. Because I really need you here, with me,' you kissed his cheek, 'alive and well.'

'Did you wash your hands?' Finan asked you when you were making their dinner later that day.

'Yes. I washed them in that river, with the bodies!' you offered Finan a mean glare, and he returned the same face.

He went to sit at a safe distance while keeping his eyes on you. Sihtric was resting under a tree, several paces away from you, while the others were scouting the surrounding lands.

'You will kill us all,' Finan whispered, 'all of us, lady.'

'Will you shut up!' you hissed, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Sihtric wasn't catching any of this.

'Does Sihtric know? That you're dying?'

'Finan, will you shut your mouth?' you groaned, 'I am not dying! I do not have the sickness!'

'Aye, that's exactly what someone would say who is dying, because of the sickness!'

'Okay, listen,' you said as you had enough, 'don't tell anyone else, okay? But I am not sick. I am pregnant.'

Finan stared at you.

'Pregnant?!' He then blurted out loud.

You tried to hush him, but it was already too late. When you looked back over your shoulder, you saw your husband awake and alert, sitting up in the grass.

'You… you and Sihtric have been fooling around during the sickness?' Finan grimaced.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Just because your cock stops working when someone sneezes, doesn't mean that goes for everyone else!' you hissed.

Finan flared his nostrils. 'Lady, my co-'

'My love?' Sihtric frowned at the heated interaction as he walked over, 'what is going on?'

'You humped your wife while the sickness is going around?' Finan asked, stunned.

Sihtric shrugged and gave Finan a proud smile, 'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'

'And you got her pregnant?!'

'Finan, no!' you yelled. 

But it was too late. Sihtric's jaw had already dropped and his eyes were big, fixated on you.

'Is that… is that true?' he asked as he took your hands, 'darling are you… are we…'

'It's true,' you smiled, 'I carry your pup. And I couldn't be happier. I really wanted to tell you myself,' you said, 'and not like this. But the Irish loud mouth had to ruin it,' you glared at Finan.

Sihtric teared up and even Finan softened now, when he finally realised you weren't a threat to his health.

'Lady,' Finan said as he finally approached you, 'I owe you an apology.'

'Apology?' Sihtric frowned as he pulled you in his arms, 'what did he do, darling?'

'Your friend here has been harassing me for days,' you hissed at Finan, 'he heard me vomit one morning, you know, morning sickness, but he thought I caught the sickness.'

'I did,' Finan admitted, 'and I was wrong. I am sorry.'

'Is that why you're not eating as much lately?' Sihtric asked you, 'I noticed it but as you seemed fine otherwise, I didn't want to scare anyone else.'

'Yes,' you admitted, 'I hoped you wouldn't pick up on it, my love. But I've passed those days already,' you smiled, 'I am feeling good now. Just, maybe, a little worried about the pup, you know? Of course the sickness worries me too.'

'Lady,' Finan said, 'I promise I will look out for you,' he looked at Sihtric, 'I promise, mate. We have to keep your woman safe.'

'I know,' Sihtric swallowed hard, still trying to grasp that he was becoming a father, 'I… I will.'

'We will,' Finan said, 'aye? We will keep her safe.'

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[silens-oro]

My Lady

Osferth x f!Dane!reader

Synopsis: Feeling are requited and Osferth takes the leap of faith.

Word Count: 5,994

Content Warning: 18+, battle, blood, gore, wounds, mention of slavery, mention of being a bed slave, mentions of religion. this is so soft 🥺

AN: idk man it’s always loving Osferth hours in this house. This was posted on my phone so the layout might be a little wonky.

No mention of “y/n”

“Lord,” Osferth choked out as Uhtred entered the tent. You pushed the cloth against the wound in his abdomen to stem the flow of blood. He gasped in pain, clenching at the furs under him. “Did you see me fight?”

“I did,” Uhtred responded, surveying the injury. “You fought bravely.” Osferth gave a weak nod of his head.

“Am I going to die, Lord?” Osferth asked after a brief moment of silence. His eyes were directed to the top of the tent, wincing with each press from your working hands. “I do not fear it.”

“No. I forbid it,” Uhtred placed a gentle hand on Osferth’s chest. Uhtred looked down to you and you nodded with a sigh. One of your hands moved up to grasp Osferth's. He squeezed back, though it was weak.

“If we can get him into a wagon and deliver him to Lady Aethelflaed’s estate -and should a fever not set- he will live to see the next battle.” You assured Uhtred, though you were not entirely confident. You kept the negative thoughts to yourself.

“You hear that? You shall spark fear into the hearts of Danes once more, Baby Monk.” Finan joked from behind you, bringing a pained smile to the monk’s face as you swung an arm back to hit Finan in the stomach. The man grunted and moved backwards to save himself from a second blow.

“He will need plenty of furs to stay warm. We need to move quickly,” You called to Sihtric who nodded from his place at the entrance of the healing tent and left to ready the wagon without question.

The tent cleared as everyone saw Osferth was in good hands. This left you, Finan, and Osferth as the sole occupants.

“Help me sit him up,” You directed Finan. “I need to wrap him securely before we leave. Finan nodded and did as was instructed. Osferth tried to keep his groans of agony to himself, but the pain was so severe that shouts left his lips before he could stop them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You tried to soothe him with a palm cupping his sharp jawline. Osferth leaned his cheek into it naturally, looking for any comfort he could get. Your hands worked quickly to wrap the cloth around the makeshift bandage just under his ribs. Once you were happy with your work, you brought his shirt back down and returned the furs to keep him warm.

“Gently,” You instructed Finan as he guided Osferth back onto his cot by his shoulders. The monk’s hand sought yours out as he settled. “Rest,” You gently pushed the sweaty hair from his forehead. “I will stay with you until we are ready to leave.” Osferth nodded with a soft tilt of his lips, closed his eyes, and succumbed to the darkness for rest. Finan waited a few moments, making sure the Baby Monk’s chest was rising and falling with slowed, sleeping breaths before he spoke.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Finan’s grin was wider than you had ever seen it. Shooting the Irishman with a pointed glare, you made sure your threat was loud and clear.

“Say another word and you will not have eyes to deceive you.” You promised, grunting as you stood from your kneeling position on the ground. You didn’t bother trying to clean the mud from the knees of her breeches. They were soaked in blood and other more vile liquids that spilled on a battlefield. Mud was the least of your worries.

“I am merely an observer.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. “He’s fond of you.” You rolled your eyes, wiping your hands with a discarded rag. “And you are fond of him if I’m to believe what I’m seeing?”

“The man could very well be on his deathbed, Finan. The last thing he needs right now is your meddling.” Finan took a few steps closer with a thick brow raised.

“If I was lyin’ as he is now, would you hold my hand too?” He baited.

“I’d hold a pillow over your face and be free of your endless torment.” You replied with a smirk. Of course he was right. You knew this and absolutely hated it.

“Ah! My point is proven!” Finan’s grin softened the longer he looked between the sleeping monk and yourself. “This isn’t a bad thing.” He whispered with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. “You’ll chew up the poor lad and spit him out, but there are worse ways to die…you could make this work.” Your stomach turned in anxiety. There seemed to be some truth in Finan’s words, otherwise he wouldn’t be fighting so hard for you to take the proverbial leap into the unknown. Still, the walls around your heart were fortified. You hadn’t laid with a man willingly since before your enslavement, and the idea of giving yourself physically and emotionally to anybody filled you with a certain kind of dread that was all encompassing.

You did not speak to anyone other than Uhtred and Gisela about your year as a bed slave and you were sure the rest of the group knew something, but they were not privy to the details. You wanted to keep it that way.

If Osferth knew how deep the rot festered, how ruined you had truly been, he would want nothing to do with you -you were sure of it. Your stomach clenched painfully once more and it was decided that if you did not take the chance, he would never look at you differently. Things would stay just as they were.

“Finan,” You shot him a warning look. “I’m sure you can find some other poor souls to play matchmaker on. Outside. And make sure the wagon is ready while you’re at it.”

“Alright, alright. I can take a hint.” He dodged a bowl that was aimed at his head as he ran from the tent with a laugh. Now that you had the tent to yourself and the sleeping monk, you sighed heavily and looked down at him resting peacefully. A few tears fell freely.

You will not be tainted by me, you thought.

The gray sky was moving above Osferth when he opened his eyes. His body rocked back and forth within the back of the wagon he had been safely placed in for transport to Saltwic.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Baby Monk.” Finan said with a laugh. Osferth smiled back at the Irishman before his eyes naturally found yours. Riding your horses to Finan’s left, Osferth’s right, it took everything to not give into the temptation to kick the Irishman off of his steed and into the bushes on his other side. Osferth’s smile softened into something that could be described as adoration the longer his gaze stayed on you. A pang twisted in your heart, but you returned the smile all the same.

Finan caught your eyes and he shot you a look that clearly said ‘You see? I am not wrong.’ Osferth’s eyes were questioning as Finan nudged his horse to move up to Uhtred at the front of the group to give you privacy.

“Pay the idiot no mind,” You reassured Osferth with a gentle smile. “Relax. We should arrive at Lady Aethelfled’s estate by nightfall. They’ll be able to fix you up better than I can.”

“Your efforts do not go unappreciated, my lady,” Osferth stared up at you, openly and without a care, as he spoke raspily. He noted that you looked exhausted. Your hair was loose from the twists and braids it was in previously to keep it tamed in battle. Your right eye was shadowed with the deep bruising of a black eye, a deep, painful looking cut marred the left side of your upper lip and small scratches and bruises littered your face, but you had never looked more beautiful to Osferth as you did in that moment.

He thought of how you fought your way to him and pulled him to safety when he was sure to die on that battlefield. The sheer strength of you in the heat of battle was truly a sight to behold. He knew then, as he lay in the back of that wagon, that he loved you.

It had to be love.

Even in the clutches of death, it felt like he was floating every time he looked upon you. A pagan woman who was so different from him, in life and in constitution, who was deemed his enemy in principle alone had enraptured him. You were not the heathen monster he had been taught about as he grew up within the monastery. You were a survivor in a cruel world that had only shown you pain and misery. Osferth knew that in your world -a world he was trying desperately to acclimate himself to- you persevered or you perished. You adapted to everything that had been thrown your way, and came out victorious at every turn.

You were everything Osferth wished he could be, what his own convictions would never allow him to truly be. He admired you, deeply and wholly. You were not a soft lady, wilting at the thought of impropriety -though that is what he was taught what a lady should be. Modest, God-fearing, dutiful, quiet were not descriptors that corresponded with you. Dutiful, maybe, but not in the sense of what standard Saxon women were held to.

Your hands were rough and calloused, Osferth noted when you held his hand in the tent, from a lifetime with a sword in your hands. If it was the last you were to touch him, he would have the feeling engraved in his memory. He could vividly remember how those very hands felt as his cheek was nestled in your palm to comfort him and it nearly took his breath away then. The feeling of your skin upon his felt as natural as breathing air into his lungs.

Osferth could feel the heat rising within his cheeks at the thought. He closed his eyes once more and let the rocking of the wagon lull him to sleep lest he make a complete fool out of himself.

“You care for him,” It was more of a statement than a question. The group had made its way into the safety of the estate in the cover of night. The healers immediately took Osferth to be worked on the moment the wagon wheels came to a halt. Now, as the first pink rays of the morning sun were just starting to peek over the horizon, he was asleep in a healing room with you watching over him dutifully.

Your legs stretched out before you as you teetered in your chair. Clean breeches rubbed against your skin. A much needed bath and a change of clothing could make a world of a difference. You threw a side-eye at Uhtred as he approached your side to look upon the sleeping monk.

“You’ve been conspiring with Finan?” A grin grew on Uhtred’s lips at your accusation.

“No,” He said simply with a chuckle. “Your affections are not subtle, my friend.”

“No…they are not.” You stated plainly, looking over at Osferth’s resting form. You knew he would be okay, but the stress within you still lingered unpleasantly.

His eyes were closed, face relaxed as he slept soundly. Lady Aethelfled’s healers had cleaned and stitched up Osferth’s wound, and gave him a tea that would allow him to sleep so he could rebuild his strength. His steady, deep breaths were a comfort.

Uhtred’s hand rested on your shoulder. He squeezed gently in reassurance.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of.” He said softly as to not disturb Osferth. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d open up, and with a monk no less, but you have my support. Always.” He grinned at you, but his lips quickly downturned when you looked anything but happy. Uhtred came around to kneel in front of you.

“I thank you for your blessing, Uhtred, but it does not matter.” You replied with a heavy sigh. “I cannot allow myself to sully him.” Your voice was soft, the emotion behind the words was nothing Uhtred had heard from you in many years of service you had given to him. “We could not be any more different.” You looked down at her hands clasped in her lap, thumb tracing the deep blue hues of the rune tattooed within your left palm. “I’m afraid my time in East Anglia has left me more damaged than I would like to admit. No man, even as good and kind as Osferth is, will want me once they learn of what has happened.” You shook your head and Uhtred felt his heart shatter within his chest. He took your hands in his and held tight. “His God would not allow him to see me as I see him, I’m sure of it.”

“Then you are blind.” Your brows furrowed as you picked up your head to look Uhtred in the eyes.

“I do not understand.” You shook your head, looking back to Osferth. Uhtred guided your head back in his direction with a gentle tilt from his finger under your chin.

“No man worth their weight would ever turn you away. What happened…was not your fault. My decisions led you to that fate, and there will never be a day that passes that I do not hate myself for it.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he held up his hand. “You lived, you survived, and you came back from it. You cannot be faulted for surviving.” Uhtred squeezed your trembling hands. “I cannot tell you what he feels, but I see how he looks to you.”

“In fear,” you said, looking away from Uhtred. The shadow of self-doubt loomed heavily over you, shrouding you in darkness. That was how men looked at you, with nefarious eyes or with total fear. Osferth did not have a lecherous bone in his body, and the day he ever showed you blatant disrespect would be the very day he turned a sword onto himself.

“Perhaps,” Uhtred chuckled softly, though it wasn’t to taunt you. “or perhaps it is admiration. I had looked upon Gisela as he looks upon you now. I know it very well.” Your eyes met Uhtred’s. To bring up the late Gisela was painful for him, you knew that. Squeezing Uhtred’s hands in return, you let them go as he stood.

Uhtred could tell how uncomfortable you were with this whole conversation. Even before your enslavement, Uhtred knew you had taken the occasional lover. You never married, and had never taken a man steadily.

This was something else entirely.

“It is a fleeting thought that I will dwell upon no longer.” You picked up the bowl of water that was tinted pink from the bedside table and held it to your abdomen. Looking back at Uhtred as you reached the door, Uhtred looked back at you with a deep sadness in his eyes at the torment he could see flooding through you like an internal tidal wave.

She was self-destructing before the poor monk ever had the opportunity to fight for his own heart, he thought.

“I just wish him to recover.” You whispered, looking to Osferth once more before taking your leave.

“Osferth!” You shouted as the monk fell to the ground after he had thrown another off of a horse. You continued to cut down the surrounding Danes to make your way to the monk. “Get up!” You slayed any man that stepped before you with a ferocity that was unmatched. “Get up now, Osferth! You will stand or I will kill you myself! AH!” You kicked a Dane in the balls and shoved your sword through his neck as he hunched over.

“Osferth?” You called again, panting profusely, but the monk did not move from where he fell. The salt of your sweat burned your eyes with each drop that fell from your brows.

“Sihtric!” The man in question whipped his head around to find you. “Clear a path!” There weren’t many Danes left who hadn’t fled with their tails tucked between their legs, but there were still a good number that wished for the glory of Valhalla. Sihtric nodded, clearing any upright Danes as you unburied Osferth from the men who fell above him.

“He lives,” You breathed in relief as your eyes met his. “Get up,” You demanded.

“I cannot,” Osferth’s breaths were heavy and quick as he brought shaking hands to his bleeding abdomen. “My Lady.” The sight took the breath from your lungs, but it didn’t take long to jump into action.

“You must,” You grunted. Osferth shouted in pain as you pulled the larger man to his feet. He leaned heavily on you as you tried to keep him from toppling over. Osferth’s pale facade turned an ashen color from the blood loss and it made you move even quicker. Sihtric cut down anyone who saw you and the injured monk as open targets with little effort.

“I will get you to the healing tent, but you must first have the courage to live!” You grunted as you all but hefted the towering monk over your shoulder. His feet dragged through the mud and muck of the field as you put the last of your energy into getting him to safety.

Sihtric took Osferth’s other shoulder to assist in carrying the half dead man to the tent.

“Empty a cot! Now!” Your voice boomed, striking the woman inside into action.

“Here!” She instructed, allowing Sihtric and you to gently place Osferth onto the furs.

“I need cloth, bandages -anything to stem the bleeding. Quickly,” You instructed Sihtric. The woman who acted as a healer was already overwhelmed, bouncing between the various tents, and you could not afford any wasted time if Osferth was to live.

Shoving his modesty to the side, you started cutting anything off of him that obstructed your view of the wound. Fresh blood quickly coated your shaking hands as it flowed without intention of stopping.

“Find Uhtred. Quickly!” You instructed Sihtric as he dropped an arm full of supplies onto the cot between Osferth’s writhing legs. Sihtric flew out of the tent once more, screams of pain and anguish followed behind him, nipping at his heels.

Osferth fought against you as you pressed a bandage to the gaping wound that resided just under his ribs.

“I know this hurts, but I must stem the flow!” You gritted your teeth as you pressed your weight down on him to stop his thrashing.

Your eyes opened. Inhaling a deep breath through your nose, you groaned at the stiffness in your back from your second night sleeping on the chair next to Osferth’s bed. Fingers deftly rubbed the back of your neck to soothe the pain that lingered. The sky was dark, you noted. Night had fallen. Two candles were lit in the room, basking it in a soft, comfortable glow.

“My lady,” Osferth’s gentle voice startled you. Your head whipped to look at him. “Though I could never repay you for your kindness, you need not waste your time and energy on me. Please.”

“Stop.” You raised a hand to silence Osferth. “Need I remind you that I am no lady. My name will do just fine.” You groaned as you stood, the joints of your spine popping as you extended your arms up in a deep stretch.

“But you are, my Lady,” Osferth groaned as he shifted in the bed uncomfortably. You took a few steps over to help, but he held his hand out to stop you. “You have done enough for me. Please, get some rest. You needn’t worry about me any longer.”

“So it seems.” A moment of silence passed between the both of you before you cleared your throat. “You must be hungry. I will see if I can scrounge anything from the kitchens.” You fled before he had a chance to respond.

Uhtred had left to go on a solo mission. He was adamant that whatever he had to do, he had to do it alone. Though it pained you to not be at his side, as you had sworn you would, you stayed put within the confines of Saltwic.

Osferth had been using the idle time to regain his strength, but the rest of you were going stir-crazy. You did your best to keep your distance from Osferth, more for your own sanity than anything else. You noticed his longing glances, and if you noticed them, then so did Finan and Sihtric. After a nearly successful pillow smothering attempt on Finan’s life, the pair kept their mouths shut regarding any good-natured teasing they threw your way.

It was late into the night during the seventh day of Uhtred’s absence that you sat in the hall before the fireplace. Everyone had gone to bed, leaving you to listen to the rain pitter across the high ceiling as it came down in torrents outside. A cup of ale was clutched in your hands, you felt the warmth of it settle in your belly as you sat on the floor with your back rested against the bench of the table behind you. A quilt was wrapped around your shoulders snugly, bringing a comfort that you longed for. This was the only time you truly got the peace you craved to do absolutely nothing. You didn’t think, you didn’t feel -you just existed and it was a reset you so desperately craved.

“May I?” Osferth’s soft voice broke your silence. Looking up, his face gave away nothing. You nodded, expecting him to sit upon the bench, but he gently lowered himself to the floor beside you with a grunt. When he got situated, you offered your cup to him. He thought for a moment before taking it, the tips of his fingers just brushing against yours as he took it from you. Osferth gulped a mouthful before handing it back to you, nodding in thanks. You set the cup between you before looking back into the fire, pulling the quilt tighter around your shoulders -painfully aware of just how close he sat beside you.

No man, Dane or Saxon, made you feel the way he did with a single glance. When you initially met the shy monk, you did not give him a second glance. He was -is- a holy man, and your past experiences with holy men hadn’t been great up until that point. Beocca excluded.

When Osferth insisted on joining your little rag-tag group, you had scoffed. He would be someone you’d have to constantly babysit as he had no experience with a sword. Why would he? He had God to protect him, you remember thinking ruefully. He took all of the teasing words you all threw at him and let them roll off his back with a grin, and against your will he had grown on you. All of you.

Osferth, with his kindness and willingness to learn and adapt, had become an integral piece of Uhtred’s group of warriors. He had found his place in a world that had shunned him since his birth. As time went on, he had gravitated towards you and all you taught him of wielding a weapon and survival. The once lanky young man had begun to fill out as his own strength grew.

It was noticeable enough for you to give him a second glance when he decided to shyly she’d his robes for the night while you, Osferth, and Finan were camping mid-journey the summer previous. The plains of his abdomen were grooved with muscle definition that was only exacerbated by the shadows the flames of the fire between you casted upon him. A cough from Finan broke your gaze and you didn’t think you blinked for the rest of the night as your brain tried to comprehend just what you were feeling.

You may as well have strapped yourself to a catapult and pulled the lever yourself, for it would’ve felt just as insane as you currently felt.

A monk, you thought to yourself. He wasn’t much of a monk anymore at that point, and he was even less one now.

You brought the edge of the quilt up to over your cheeks, hoping he didn’t catch on to you going through a silent crisis in his presence.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, my lady, I will take my leave and return your peace.” Osferth made to get up, but your quick hand stopped him before he made the effort to stand.

With just a single glance, it felt like you were bare before him.

“You do not make me uncomfortable, Osferth.” You decided to forego chastising him over calling you ‘my lady’ as it was a moot point. “Your presence is…comforting.” It was a half truth, not necessarily a lie. His presence was comforting, but your heart felt like it would beat straight through your chest.

“I am pleased to hear it.” He replied with a gentle grin as he looked down at you. He brought his right knee up so he could rest his forearms atop it comfortably.

You wondered what he was thinking in that moment. Did he come out of his room to see solace before the fire as you had? Did he hear you up and make the conscious decision to join you? His face gave away nothing as you looked at his profile as it glowed before the flames.

“May I ask you something, Osferth?” Your voice hasn’t reached above a faint whisper. The peace that settled between the both of you had calmed your heart of its reckless pounding, but you still craved just how intimate this felt.

“Anything, my lady.” His lips tilted at the corner facing you in an almost teasing fashion. You understood then that he continued to call you that because you got a rise out of it. He was teasing you.

“Do you fear me?” Your question hung in the air for a brief moment. Osferth, through his ever growing confidence, turned his head and locked his gentle eyes with yours. The glow of the fire before you illuminated both of your features, casting sharp shadows where the light of the flames did not touch.

“Would you think me weak if I said yes?” Osferth’s words were soft, as was his expression. You were the first to break contact, your eyes moving to the fire, then down to your hands, once more picking over the inked skin in your palm.

“No,” You breathed, looking back up to Osferth earnestly. “I have never thought you as weak, Osferth. Foolish in the beginning, perhaps, but never weak.” You licked your bottom lip in nervousness, your anxieties trying to take over. He chuckled breathily as he saw your foot shake anxiously. He let his leg fall flat next to your leg and tapped your shaking foot with his. You looked back to Osferth and he was already watching you.

It was strange for Osferth to see your stone facade crack. For the time he’d known you, up until very recently, you were unshakable. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what the glances you gave him meant. He knew why you were watching him in the battlefield that day, why you were there to pull him out. Why you had saved his life when he would have surely died otherwise. Osferth felt the bloom of affection swell in his chest. His longing wasn’t quite so…noticeable. Or so he thought. Finan and Uhtred’s hawk-like gazes caught every glance he threw in your direction, every proud look he graced you with. Osferth had eyes for you and only you, and you were too stuck in your own mind to see it.

You continued, “I do hope you understand that if there is ever a man to walk this realm without fear of me…it is you, Osferth.” You confessed. Osferth held his breath as he stared at you with his jaw dropped ever so slightly.

“Me?” He found the courage to speak. Emotions were swirling within him in a tsunami. The waves of possible rejection were receding, and hope surged forward in an unrelenting crash.

“Yes.” You took a moment to gather your thoughts as they fled your mind. “You are not like them, Osferth.” He knew the reference was to your companions and he couldn’t help but deflate just a little at your words. You still saw him as less than, he thought. The hope that had surged just moments prior had all but left as he thought on what you said.

Osferth was far from a true warrior, he’d admit, but he did his very best with each day to grow stronger, faster, and more cunning. Training alongside you, with your guidance, had pushed him to want to be the warrior that was worthy of just a glance from you, and he felt as if he had been stabbed through his heart to learn that it wasn’t enough.

“Though you try to be like them, I wish you wouldn’t.” Oh, he thought in confusion. You let a few more moments pass between you.

Osferth waited on baited breath for every word that left your lips. A sharp gasp left his lips as you brought a hand to his chest and pushed it against his heart gently. Oh, he realized. You could feel the beating of his heart increase instantly.

“There is something within you, Osferth. Something good -pure- that takes a hold of me in moments such as this.” Your voice cracked and Osferth saw tears line your kohl lined eyes as his hands came to cup over yours on his chest affectionately. “So close, yet just far enough that I cannot reach.”

“My Lady,” There wasn’t a teasing tilt of his lips as he said it.

“Do not, Osferth.” You begged, rolling your eyes up to stop the tears from falling. You tried to bring your hand back, but Osferth held true, not allowing you to retreat when you had given him a shred of a rope to grasp onto. His hands held yours to his chest with purpose, looking into your eyes as he spoke.

“It is there for you to take,” He offered humbly, eyes pleading with you to understand his words. He was yours, and would always be yours.

“You do not mean that.”

“I do,” He breathed your name “Before the eyes and ears of God, I speak only the truth. My heart is yours. It has been for some time.” You shook your head, turning away from Osferth and pulling your hand from him.

“A heart as pure as yours is deserving of more than I can give.” You reasoned.

“You do not know that.”

“I do.” You argued vehemently. “It is you who does not know whom you give your affects so freely to.” The quilt was wrapped around you once more as a form of protection.

“Do you hold affection for me?” Osferth boldly asked.

“You know I do. You wouldn’t be sitting here if you thought otherwise.”

“Then why do you not allow yourself to receive mine?”

“Because I have been tainted in ways you could never imagine.” Your voice rose. “While Uhtred was sold into slavery with a shipmaster, I was not so lucky.” Tears slipped from your eyes as you curled further into yourself.

“Is this why you flee from me? You are ashamed of something tragic that befell you? That was of no fault of your own?” Osferth’s gentle touch met your chin to tilt your head in his direction. A deep sadness flooded his eyes as your lip trembled. “Have you spoken to anyone about what happened to you?”

“Uhtred knows…but Lady Gisela was the only one to truly know what I went through.” Osferth’s heart cracked at the mention of Gisela. A truly kind woman who only treated those around her with respect unless given reason otherwise. She was sorely missed.

Osferth pulled you to him, slotting your cocooned body between his legs and held your back to his chest. You were careful of disturbing his still healing wound as Osferth’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and held you tightly to him.

Osferth nestled his chin on your shoulder boldly. His lips were so close to your ear that you felt the vibrations as he spoke.

“I will take all that you will afford me and I will want for nothing more, my Lady. You will never bear this burden alone, so long as I live. I promise you this.”

“You would damn your soul?”

“I would ask for forgiveness, should he require it of me. God is forgiving. He is just. He is understanding…” Osferth looked into your eyes. “He would not turn me from you when it is He who led me on a path to you.”

One of your hands snaked out of the quilt and nudged itself between Osferth’s just over your chest. His fingers immediately intertwined with yours and he bravely kissed the side of your head, just above your ear. It was short and quick, but you felt like you were ascending.

“You would tempt it? With your God?” You questioned, turning your head ever so slightly to look at him.

“I would.” He replied without hesitation. His eyes lowered to your lips and he leaned down to rest his forehead against the side of yours.

“I would not ask this if you.” You whispered, your lips a hair’s width from his.

“Then do not ask.” Osferth closed the space and let his lips meet yours. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and intimate. Your hand untangled from his and found purchase on the column of his neck. His skin was soft and warm against your fingertips. His hands mirrored yours, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he could while his lips continued to take all they could from you.

Osferth could not believe the soft mewls you breathed against his open mouth, nor could he believe that this was truly happening. He was ready for the rug to be pulled out from beneath his, for his eyes to open from the dream he had so many times before where he confessed to you and caressed you into the late hours of the night.

You were the first to break free. Resting your forehead against his, both of you panted as you braved yourselves. Neither of you loosened your hold on one another as you caught your breath. Osferth pulled back just far enough to press a kiss between your brows. He let his lips linger for a moment before guiding your head down to rest on his chest.

Opening the quilt, you wrapped it around his torso with you sandwiched between. Not a single word was shared the remainder of the night as you both lulled to sleep. Osferth’s hands found themselves either nestled between your own or skimming up and down your back in comforting motions. By the time he closed his eyes, you were already asleep and the fire was dying down.

“Found ‘em.” Finan alerted Sihtric in a whisper as he rounded the table in the hall. He stared down at you and Osferth cradled in each others arms. Both early risers, you’d somehow slept through most of the morning and hadn’t moved as much as an inch in the night. Sihtric raised a dark brow at the scene before him when he stood next to Finan.

“Should we wake them?” Sihtric asked, looking to Finan.

“Nah, let’s just leave ‘em be.” He smiled conspiratorially at Sihtrid, who slowly mirrored his look. “There’ll be plenty of time for teasin’ when they decide to wake their lazy arses up.”

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Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 4

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.9 k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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You continue to eat breakfast. You eat without saying much. The boys talk to each other, but you cannot follow the conversation. Your thoughts are with Osferth. The way he touched you last night cannot be described. You can still feel his fingers and the further your thoughts go, the stronger your arousal becomes. You bite your lip and try to distract yourself. You try to concentrate on the boys' conversation. Just when it seems that it would work, Osferth comes back. He sits down opposite you and your cheeks turn red. You look at your plate again. Osferth has to smile at the sight.

But when Uhtred suddenly speaks, he has your attention.

"I have an idea... how we might manage to stop Ubba"

Suddenly there is silence at your table. You are all eager to hear what Uhtred has to say.

Uhtred's gaze suddenly falls on you.

"I need your help," he says to you.

Your eyes grow wide, "My help?" you ask him.

Uhtred nods, "You will get information directly from Ubba," he says.

"Okay," you say immediately, without thinking twice.

"Ya will not!", Finan immediately counters you. Then he turns to Uhtred, "Lord, she will not," he says sternly to Uhtred.

Uhtred looks at Finan, "She will not be alone," he says assuringly to Finan.

"I will go with her to the camp. She will be my woman," Uhtred grins.

Finan looks at him warningly.

"Uhtred... I don't know if this plan is so well thought out... if ya go in there... you are the Dane Slayer..." you say to him.

Uhtred shakes his head slightly, "I will stay in the background. Most people don't know what I look like. Ubba just needs to see that you belong to someone," he replies.

"How will it get ya any information if ya go to the camp with her and she is your woman?", Finan asks Uhtred dryly.

Uhtred is still grinning, "Ubba liked to hump all the women at least once. If he sees her and sees that she is there with me, he will want her. He will see that you are mine and will want you," he says suddenly facing you.

Your eyes grow big.

Finan immediately interferes, "Ya will not lead my sister to Ubba!"

Uhtred sighs, "Nothing will happen to her... Ubba does not harm women"

"It's enough that he might touch her," Finan retorts.

Yours and Osferth's eyes meet, but Osferth quickly looks away.

More and more people come into the inn. The conversations and laughter grow louder around you, but you can only focus on Uhtred.

Suddenly Sihtric's voice rings out, "I'd actually worry more about the part about Uhtred being discovered. That would be dangerous for everyone involved"

Finan gives a short laugh, "That's even more out of the question. She's not going in there alone"

Uhtred looks at him seriously and he thinks for a moment, "We have no choice. And.. I have to agree with Sihtric... If I go in with her and am discovered, it would also put y/n in danger," Uhtred says finally.

He continues and looks at Finan, "You can't go in because you're not a Dane. And our Osferth is a monk. He would be impaled before Ubba could even see y/n"

Finan is silent for a moment.

"But... What about Sihtric?" asks Finan finally.

"How would Sihtric get information from Ubba?", Uhtred asks him.

"Eeeeh... I'm not sitting on Ubba's lap, Lord," Sihtric replies.

Uhtred gives a short laugh.

"No one sits on anyone's lap!" interjects Finan.

"Okay stop, boys. Ya need the info, right? So I'll do it," you finally say. There is a short silence at your table.

"Y/n... Please... ya can't do that... something might happen to ya," Finan says to you seriously but still worried.

You smile slightly, "Finan... It's okay. If I can be with ya on the road, then I can manage to survive between Danes as well"

"And Ubba will love having her around..." says Uhtred, winking at you.

"And once she manages to have his trust. Eats together with the Danes... At some point, she'll hear them talking about what they're going to do," Uhtred continues.

"'At some point? How long do ya want her to stay in there?" asks Finan.

Uhtred shrugs, "I don't know. Two days? Then we'll get her out again," he says.

Finan grumbles to himself while Osferth suddenly gets up from the table. He has said nothing all this time and now he leaves the inn without a word.

You look after him.

As the other boys start talking about how the whole plan could best work, you go after Osferth.

You step out of the inn into the sun. A few people walk past you. You walk down the street a bit and spot Osferth. He is standing by your horses and petting them.

You walk slowly towards him.

"Os...?" you say softly.

He turns a little towards you, "Lady?" he replies.

"Are ya all right?" you ask him.

He looks back at the horses and strokes them again.

"Os...?" you ask again.

"Yes. Why would anything be wrong?" he finally replies.

"Well... Ya didn't say anything all this time... and now ya just left...", you say quietly.

"I needed some fresh air. And I wanted to check on the horses," he answers you.

"Okay... If maybe it was because of the whole thing with Ubba..."

But Osferth interrupts you, "No.... my lady. It doesn't bother me. Do what you have to do"

You look at him a little hurt, but he continues to face the horse, lets his hand glide over the horse's mane.

You just nod, "All right, then..."

You turn slowly and walk back to the inn.

You sit with the boys again and they seem to have decided quite quickly on a course of action. They will drop you off near the camp in the hope that the Danes will bring you into the camp. Finan doesn't like the fact at all that this whole plan is based on the Danes discovering you and taking you into the camp. But you are confident. You have two days in the camp to get Ubba's attention and the information. Then the boys come to the camp and cause trouble and take you away again.

You agree.

The day passes without further incident. You hardly see Osferth, he seems to be passing the time elsewhere.

As you lie in your bed in the evening, you miss Osferth. His warmth and his body next to you. Perhaps you miss him a little more because you are afraid of tomorrow. You are confident that you will return safely, but you are still aware that something could happen to you. And at the thought, the feeling of fear continues to spread through you.

But the room is filled with snoring and this brings you back to reality. That you are lying in your bed and looking up at the ceiling.

You sigh slightly and sit up. You look towards Osferth. He is lying on his back. He has put one arm under his head and is also looking at the ceiling. The other boys seem to be asleep, at least judging by their snoring. You slowly get up from your bed and quietly walk over to Osferth.

He turns his head slightly towards you as you stand in front of his bed. Neither of you says anything and you look at each other briefly. But then he slides a little to the side and makes room for you in the bed. He lifts the blanket a little for you. You don't hesitate for long and lie down with him. You snuggle up to him and he immediately puts his arms around you. You press your nose into the crook of his neck and inhale his scent. You close your eyes and enjoy this moment. Osferth just holds you tightly in his arms.

After a while you look up at him and see that he is smiling gently at you. Softly he presses his lips to yours. You return the soft kiss and press yourself closer to him. The kiss is different from the other kisses you have exchanged. It is gentle, but still passionate. You feel all the affection he feels for you in this kiss. You feel his tongue exploring your mouth. How he lets his tongue dance gently around yours. You breathe harder and notice how your arousal slowly rises. You grin lightly against his lips as you let your hand slowly travel down his body.

Slowly you caress his firm belly as you feel his breath catch. He shakes his head slightly as your hand rests over his crotch. You feel how aroused he already is. You also feel the size of his arousal and have to bite your lip lightly. He takes your hand in his and holds it. You giggle slightly as he moves it away from his crotch. He kisses you again to stop your giggling.

You lay your head on his chest and he holds you tight. Slowly he caresses your body until you feel your eyes grow heavy. You don't want to fall asleep. You want to enjoy the time with him. His caress does not let up and finally you can no longer resist, you fall asleep. He caresses you gently until he himself slowly falls asleep.

As the sun slowly rises, you feel your cheek being gently kissed. Again and again you are gently kissed. You feel a nose gently nudging your cheek.

"My lady," you finally hear softly. You slowly open your eyes. Osferth smiles at you.

"Os... It's so early..." you say softly in a sleepy voice.

He nods slightly at you.

"But you should go back to your bed... Before the others wake up..." he says softly.

You groan slightly as your thoughts become clearer. The boys are in the room with you. You just nod and reluctantly get up. As soon as his arms are no longer around you, you immediately feel an emptiness inside. But you go back to your bed.

You are lying in your bed again and your thoughts are circling around your upcoming task. But before you can torture yourself further with the thoughts, the others wake up.

You go to the inn together and have breakfast. Uhtred has managed to organise clothes for you that look more like "Danes". You have to smile a little when he gives them to you, but you put them on. You retreat to your room for a moment and change your clothes. You even braid back individual strands of your hair and braid a feather into a strand of hair. You like the result of your transformation.

As you step in front of the boys, they have to grin. You can hear Uhtred chuckling, but you can also see that Finan must be smiling.

You get on your horses and ride off. Sihtric leads you this time and shows you the way to get to the camp. The boys will spend the two days in the forest, a bit far away, so that they can at least be near you.

After a while of riding side by side in silence, Uhtred stops.

"We will stay here," he says. You dismount from your horses. Uhtred looks at you, "Sihtric and I will take you to the camp. If we are discovered there, it is most inconspicuous if you travel with Danes"

You nod slowly at him, "All right," you say quietly.

Finan comes to you and hugs you for a long time. Without saying anything, he just holds you tight.

At some point you hear him clear his throat.

"Ya remember what I taught ya? With the dagger? Either in the neck or in the balls. The blood loss is so enormous that your opponent becomes incapable of doing anything to ya..." he says quietly.

You have to smile, "I would never forget the wisdom ya pass on to me," you say softly.

Finan smiles and takes a step back. He turns around and starts setting up camp for the night. After a while he goes into the forest to collect wood.

You stand with Uhtred by the horses and you wait for Sihtric. When Osferth comes to you. You stand in front of each other and smile. Uhtred notices that he is interrupting and has to grin.

"Well... I'll leave you alone for a moment then?" he looks at you with a grin.

You just look at him.

"Okay... I'll see where Sihtric is," he finally says and walks away from you.

Osferth gently takes your hand, letting his thumb slide over the back of your hand. "My Lady... take care of yourself... will you?" he says gently.

You just nod. Tears well up in your eyes and you have to bite your lip lightly. He smiles softly at you.

"I'm here. If I notice anything wrong, I'll be at the camp right away, okay?" he says to you.

You chuckle slightly, "Okay, Os..." you say softly.

He gently strokes your arm before stepping away from you.

Uhtred returns with Sihtric.

"Ready?" he asks you. You nod at him.

Sihtric and Uhtred walk with you towards the camp.

You walk for a short while until Sihtric quietly raises his hand. In the distance you can see the camp through the trees. Uhtred just nods.

"Do not be afraid. In two days we will get you out. And remember what I told you. Danes are not prudes and tend to prefer vulgar language. Flirt with Ubba and have fun," he winks at you.

You roll your eyes and go off.

Sihtric and Uhtred are still standing there, they want to make sure everything goes well.

When you are at a safe distance from the camp, you start collecting sticks pointlessly. You collect for a while and feel very stupid. Suddenly you hear a voice.

"Hey! Woman! What are you doing here?" he shouts at you. You try to stay calm and slowly turn around to face the voice. A tall Dane is standing a short distance away.

"What does it look like? I'm collecting wood," you answer.

The Dane just looks at you, "Come back to camp!"

You just snort, but are glad that he asks you to come along. You follow him and try to look annoyed.

Uhtred and Sihtric watch as the Dane approaches you and leads you into the camp. When you are no longer in sight, they slowly turn around and go back to their own small camp.

When they arrive, they see that Osferth and Finan have built a small fire. No conversation can be heard from them.

Osferth and Finan look up curiously when they hear the footsteps of Uhtred and Sihtric.

"All is well," says Uhtred, "a Dane came and led her into camp."

Finan nods and Osferth looks at the ground. Slips a small stick through his fingers.

The boys are sitting together by the fire when Finan suddenly breaks the silence.

"I have to kill something. Sihtric, are ya coming hunting?" he asks Sihtric.

"Sure.. why not," Sihtric replies and gets up from the fire.

Finan and Sihtric walk further into the forest.

The sun slowly begins to set and Osferth absent-mindedly throws small sticks into the fire.

"You know... If you like a woman, you have to show her," Uhtred says suddenly.

Osferth looks at him irritated and stops his movement for a moment.

"Lord? I don't know what you mean..." he mumbles and continues throwing small sticks into the fire.

Uhtred has to smile, "I saw her come to bed with you last night"

Osferth looks at him again. A slight blush comes to his face.

"Lord. You must not say that to Finan, he would..."

But Uhtred interrupts him, "Don't worry Osferth, your secret is safe with me"

Osferth looks at the fire again. And then he sighs.

"Lord... I don't really know..." but he stops.

Uhtred looks at him questioningly, "...how to hump a woman properly?"

Osferth just looks at him, "I'm not a virgin anymore, Lord," he replies simply.

"Then what's the problem?" he asks with a grin.

"I don't know if she really likes me... or...", Osferth finally says.

Uhtred is momentarily speechless.

But after a while he replies, "Well... she came to your bed?"

Osferth sighs again and nods briefly, "Yes... But maybe, she's just used to it... and because you all snore"

Uhtred gives a short laugh, "She has a choice of three men and chooses the monk. What more signs do you need?"

Osferth simply shrugs.

Now Uhtred is the one who sighs.

"Jealousy always helps," Uhtred finally says.

Osferth looks at him again, irritated.

"Well, if you want to know if she likes you. See if she reacts jealously when you flirt with another woman"

Osferth looks a little startled, "I wouldn't do it with another woman..."

Uhtred interrupts him, "...You shouldn't go with her either.... Just see how y/n reacts..."

Osferth shakes his head slightly, "That could go quite wrong...", he says quietly.

Uhtred shrugs, "But then you know"

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[simpingland]

The little lights// Osferth x fem!reader.

Summary: Osferth has many reasons to keep his love for you a secret. But there is a limit to everything, and if can't marry you, then he will make his bows during a secret handfasting ceremony by the river.

A/N: fluff and so much fluff!!!! Osferth does inappropriate things here but not specified.

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Osferth found it hard to keep secrets, but since it was you, he always did his best, knowing that the consequence of not doing so would drive you apart. However, you always took care to give him a reprimanding look when he got too close or whispered things in your ear.

It had all started when Uthred and his party had let you get involved in their adventures when you were orphaned, you knew how to ride a horse and you were a quick learner. So taken in by father Beocca and Thyra, you soon became something of a niece to the Danish-English leader. To the rest you did not think you were too important. True, Sihtric and Finan were fond of you, as if you were fond of a friend, and Hild also helped you in the few things Thyra could not understand. But from the beginning, with Osferth everything was different.

The instant you rode beside him, his eyes stayed with you as much as the afternoon went on. And though it was Uthred who gave you water and bread to fill that empty stomach, it was Osferth who had accompanied you in prayer to watch over your parents. He knelt beside you, and his concentration inspired yours for hours. You had never been a devout Christian, and Osferth assured you that none of that mattered if you were good at heart. Even he didn't know at first if that would be the case for you, but he soon discovered that it did. It was when you tended his wound after the battle of Beamfleot that you watched over him day and night.

"Aren't you going to sleep at some point?" he would ask you when he regained consciousness.

"When you wake up. I have to watch to see if you suddenly stop breathing."

"And what would you do if that were the case?"

"Punch you so hard I'd make your light soul go back to where it was."

That managed to make him laugh, causing him some pain too, but after that the baby monk regained his colour.

"Everyone here wants to hit me..." he was referring to Finan and his threat to kill him if he died, and though he said it with a smile on his face, you felt a little sorry for him.

"I guess... I guess we're not all as sweet as you. You're always clear about how you feel, and you know how to say it."

"I disagree. My mind is constantly collapsed with thoughts and my heart is in knots."

"Because of faith?"

He nodded slowly. It took you quite a bit of courage to take his hand and stroke it. The coldness he conveyed was short-lived as he squeezed your hand back.

"I have seen true evil, Osferth. And I do not fear it, but I do hate it. And in you I see the opposite of hate. You are...all love."

You needed only the nearby rustle of leaves to let go, hands away again, and you lost yourself as Osferth's heart filled at your words. If this was a test, God knew he would not pass it. The days following his recovery were meals together, walking on your arm, letting him smell your hair, which you washed in the river. And he imagined you bathing with soap made by Thyra. And thanks to the soap it all really began.

He asked you, blushing, if you could wash his hair. His arm was sore and he felt dirty. The others he didn't trust, for they liked to laugh at his monk-cut, and threatened a few times to cut it off for fun. And you took him to the river where you bathed. Holding your hand, he followed your footsteps, without that oppressive sound of metal, for the weapons were outside, that place was pure comfort.

"Lie on my lap" you asked him. And his doubtful face made you question if that was a good idea. "Oh if you prefer, put your head down..."

He sat down next to you, but changed his mind. With the subtlety of a fawn, his head rested in your lap, and he watched you for a moment before closing his eyes and letting the water run over his head. Tenderly, the foam formed on his head and you rinsed him with a small glass. Your hands almost made him fall into a deep sleep right there. But when you wiped a wet bandage over his face he opened his eyes again. Concentrating on removing the stains, you tried to avoid the blue eyes staring at your lips. A moment of weakness and you looked back at him.

Who it was, it doesn't matter, but your noses brushed and your lips followed. There in the river, with the waterfalls dreaming and the frogs croaking, the soap disappeared in the water, but the butterflies in your stomach flew looking to burst into the air. That's what an Osferth kiss felt like. Immense, fresh, pure. From then on, the soap did not smell the same, it smelled like that sweet moment, repeated in a thousand different ways every time you and him were even the slightest bit alone.

You never noticed the looks the others gave you every time you laughed at everything Osferth dared to whisper in your ear. He tugged at your sleeves to hold your hand in the moments when your nerves ate at you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders when they marched far away and you were not allowed to accompany them, and by letting him take you by the waist, Osferth needed a whole world to let you go. Only Thyra would remove the tears that fell from your eyes at night when you did not hear from him. He always came back, and you saw his smile grow wider each time he was made proud among men, when he could bring you a small relic wrapped in simple cloth. His hanging cross was the only thing he kept when you went to the river. And there he would tell you everything he had seen, and everything he had suffered. He enjoyed washing your hair too, and he kept a lock of hair that he asked you for his travels. He cried on your shoulder more than once, and though he tried not to kiss you beyond your face, he soon reached your neck, and you could feel his hands wandering through the seams of your clothes, through the knots he imagined himself removing at night.

"I don't understand, Lord, why if I've been faithful to you so long you put me to this test. Put anything else in the way, I will overcome it, but it is only she who now occupies my mind..." Osferth prayed in his sleepless moments. "I ask you not to use her to break my heart. I feel that all her pain will be mine too."

The prayer could not avail him much, or perhaps it was precisely heard, when one night, one of those merry ones where the ale is quickly drained from the cups, Osferth and you led a secret dance, and where you went, he went. The music was secondary and a mere excuse to touch Osferth's hands so that he could cling to you. And the heat of happiness set your cheeks on fire and you stepped out into the cool of the night. In the courtyard of your house, near the tavern and where no one was yet around, you and Osferth lay looking up at the sky.

"You are a surprisingly good dancer, dear Osferth," you teased.

"That's not much credit coming from such a lousy dancer as you, my lady..."

Surprised by his comment, you gave him a gentle nudge and pushed him to the floor.

"I never expected such treachery from you.... This is not the monk I adore."

He turned you around, leaving you wrapped in the straw, and tickling you somewhat with his gentle grip. The cross hung down and brushed your neck. In the gloom, his face was still as distinguishable as in your dreams.

"I may never have told you..." he sounded sweet and serious, and his hand caressed the bridge of your nose. "But when you were in my care, I thought...I thought I was on the verge of death, and all I could feel with pain and fear was your presence beside me. I thought the Lord was preparing me to go in peace...sending me an angel."

Crickets chirped as you felt the excitement fill your eyes. You smiled like a fool at the sweet thought, and found it hard to believe. You could feel his slight embarrassment and you kissed his cheeks and could not help but giggle with pure joy. What to say to that? That you loved him? That it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to you? He was the man of words. You only wanted one thing. And that night you got it. Starting with a kiss, the moon saw you finally shed your clothes and he let you explore his flesh. And out of that night came the biggest scare of your life and your greatest blessing in turn.

The news of the pregnancy nearly stopped Osferth's heart while it kept you in a state of disbelief that made you awkward all week. You needed to go cry in the river to come to terms with what was to come. You would never let go of that baby if you were healthy and had the money to raise it. But everything felt rushed and Uthred would not look kindly on this strange union between people he considered family and people he considered a team. Besides, Osferth would soon be off on a dangerous new adventure, and he himself had moral doubts about the whole life. What was clear to him was that he would not abandon you. There must be some middle step to bring you together and make that baby more than a bastard, for he had certainly sprung from the purest love.

"Marry me, please," he said as he brushed your hair away from your face, trying to wipe away your tears as well."

"No, Osferth...not like this."

"Why not?"

"For many reasons...Uthred will get angry with us, and if you depart married then you can die peacefully and I want you to stress yourself so much that you force yourself to survive long enough to come begging me to marry you..." that made me laugh, though you were quite serious.

"Then let's get married in secret."

"No!"

"Why?" he was beginning to stress. You took a moment to find the words.

"Because I've already hidden for too long how much I love you and this is the only thing I have left to give you! I want Beocca to walk me down the altar and I want Thyra to make me a wreath. I want everyone to see me happy because of you. I don't want there to be any doubt in your mind that I'll be happy because of you. Let there be no doubt in your mind that...as much as you're crazy about me...I'm pretty much in love with you too."

Smiling and thinking, Osferth enjoyed your little jokes that served to tell him the things that really mattered to you. And yes, he agreed, he wished to see Finan and Sihtric drink in honour of your union, and receive the full blessing of the man who had brought you together in the first place, Uthred. He needed everyone to see how beautiful you were and how happy you made him without contingency. He took your hand and caressed it, looking at it with a throbbing thought.

"There is a ceremony...less than a marriage, but it will soothe my conscience, and I hope yours."

In the sunset, on that river where you first kissed, a kind-hearted priest agreed to offer ceremony. Witness Hild, the first to have noticed your pregnancy symptoms and who did not question your actions. You bought a yellowish ribbon, like Osferth's hair, and with thread of a blue that reminded you of his eyes, you wove him a cross that stretched to resemble a sword. He, on the other hand, chose a greenish cloth, like that of the plants that grew in the river, and with white thread he had depicted outstretched wings, like those of an angel. When you exchanged them, Osferth kissed the cross while you caressed the weft of the thread, both of you with your souls full. Then the vows began.

In the handfasting ceremony, one did not join his soul to the other, but promised before the loved one that they intended to remain by eachother side in an uncertain future. Perhaps your child would be born a bastard, but the ceremony, in the eyes of god, and in your own eyes, was a promise of good intentions and love.

"I promise to become a man worthy of you and our family. I promise to try with every breath I have left to return to your side. I promise never to leave you uncertain of how much I want to live with you. I promise to cherish the protection I know you give me."

You were somewhat lost in the trance, and it took the priest to mention your name to get your attention. Osferth's cheek, occupied by his smile, was too pretty to look away.

"I promise...to wait for you calmly, to receive you with the gentleness you deserve. I promise to take care of everything we harvest, and I promise to always, always tell you the truth. I promise to help you whenever you ask. I promise to let you know how much I want to see you every moment of every day."

The priest speech was not that important for the last part in your humble opinion. There were many other things to look at and to listen to. And Osferth's gentle caress on your hand made noise. And your little discomfiture of joy that made you sway in your place was to Baby Monk a lovely dance. Though the kiss was not part of the ceremony, when the man fell silent, your arms leapt to his shoulders and Osferth. With bonds forgotten, you tugged at his hand and both of you hurt each other through inertia.

"Forgive me," he said tenderly.

"Forgiven."

With his loosened hand he was able to grasp your cheek and deposit at last the kiss you had spent the night dreaming of. Hild clapped her hands and withdrew soon after you thanked her for her discretion. And then you didn't quite know where to begin your life with Osferth, though really, it hadn't quite begun. Strolling along the river as the day wore on, leaving others to wonder about your whereabouts, neither you nor Osferth cared about anything beyond what happened on that river.

Your good soon-to-be husband held out a hand for you to walk through the water, and when he saw the beautiful fabric of the skirt you were trying to protect, he picked it up before it got wet. And he followed you carefully as you told him how much you would miss him.

"I will pray day and night for you to come home and meet our child," you told him sorrowfully.

"Don't pray for me, pray that they bring the baby to us healthy and strong...I will pray for that, and for you. And I will ask him, if it is not too much, to let me see both of you in my dreams."

You turned to cling to his rib, and he nuzzled the back of your head as you absorbed his scent.

"Oh, Osferth, please tell me you will never hold a grudge against me for derailing you from your calling as a monk? I can't help but feel guilty."

That revelation hurt him a little, empathising with the woman he loved most in this world and the one who would make him the happiest man in a few months. He lifted your face, stopping the walk, and kissed your eyelids.

"You didn't derail me, you led me. This is the life with which I have been rewarded for so many years of dedication. To be with you is not to forsake God. In fact, I can be nothing but grateful to him. If he sees everything, he will be unable to lose sight of all that I am moved by you."

You had to keep walking to hide the silly redness that filled your face, and Osferth's hand on your belly made you slow your pace. And though you were afraid of a thousand things, that feeling was indescribable. The purest state of happiness.

"I think it's going to be a girl," he said, stroking the fabric against your belly.

"I think it's going to be a boy," you contradicted him mischievously.

"They say that boys make pregnant women beautiful. And I see you looking the same as ever."

You gave him a shove as he laughed, but he didn't see the branch behind him and ended up falling awkwardly as he laughed almost completely. Now you were laughing as Osferth tried not to perjure himself from the cold.

"That's what you get for being an idiot..." you continued your walk, your dress starting to get soaked. Something in her look and half-smile made you suspect a thousand things. "Osferth no..." He stood up slowly. He approached you soaking wet and dripping. "I can't swim and you know it."

"Can't a man give his wife a hug?"

"Give it to your wife when you marry her."

"I can't resist, my lady!"

He pounced, instantly drenching you with his big body and wet clothes. And coldness mingled with laughter as you tried to escape him.

"Osferth! You're going to drop me, and I'm going to get soaked and catch a cold!"

You said it in jest, but something clicked in the Baby monk's head and he let go of you. He then ran to get the cloaks you had brought with you and helped you out of the river. He put yours and his own your shoulder. He helped you dry off and turned a deaf ear to your suggestion that he should dry off too. You gave him a kiss on those lips, and he seemed to calm down instantly.

The sun had already set by the time you returned to the house where your friends awaited you, your feet marking distance, but your eyes following each other's like a light. And perhaps, you were just that, lights on the other side of the room, endlessly tinkling, guiding and simply beautiful.

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Do Not Go Where I Cannot Follow:

Part 1:

Finan x Reader

A/N: A massive thank you to @axe-does-writing for beta reading this for me, you're the best 🥰

This is set during season 4 as the Coocham squad are travelling through Mercia to avoid the sickness.

Warnings: symptoms of sickness, angst, keeping secrets, established relationship

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or GIF

You had lost count of how many days you had been travelling, trekking through Mercia on foot with the children, trying to avoid danger and the dreaded sickness.

It was only due to Eadith's bravery that you had managed to survive for this long; standing up to her brother so that you might escape.  Though this brought you all some semblance of safety, you knew it would not last.  Not if Edward’s men caught you.  With this in mind, you decided to keep moving until you could find somewhere safer to rest.

Your feet had begun to ache, and Aelfwynn had started to become a dead-weight in your arms. It was a strain you weren’t sure you could continue with in your present state, but you were determined not to say anything until you absolutely had to; everyone had enough to deal with without you becoming a burden too.  

Releasing a slow, measured breath, you adjusted Aelfwynn in your arms, trying not to show how much you were struggling.  Luckily, with only Osferth behind you, you had managed to avoid detection.  

Until now.

“Give her to me.”

Looking to your left, you found Osferth had sped up to walk beside you, already holding his arms out ready to take Aelfwynn from you.  The look on his face brooked no argument and you could not find it within yourself to disagree with him.  For all he was such a sweet and caring man, he could be very stubborn, a trait you were sure he had picked up from your husband, Finan. Without any complaints, you carefully transferred the young girl into his arms, making sure her head was comfortably settled on his shoulder before continuing to catch up with the others.  

You hadn’t realised how much your slow pace had caused you both to fall behind.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently as you walked.

“I’m fine,” you smiled.

“Y/N, don’t lie to me, you’re as pale as a ghost!  You’re getting sick aren’t you?”

“Keep your voice down!” you berated him, glancing to the front of your group to see if anyone had heard him.

You knew it was true, you had begun to feel progressively worse over the last two days.  Your whole body ached, you had a persistent headache that had started to pound behind your eyes and you were sure you had the startings of a fever.  Truth be told, all you wanted was to curl up in a ball and sleep for a week, but you knew that wasn't going to be happening any time soon.

“We don’t know if it is the sickness, it might pass in a day or two.”  You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince, Osferth or yourself as you twirled your wedding band around your finger.

Releasing a long sigh, your gaze lifted to your husband at the front of the group, watching as he carried Aethelstan atop his shoulders.  Your heart squeezed in your chest, overflowing with the love you felt for him.  He had been excellent with the children during the journey.  You hoped that one day you would be blessed with your own children, he would make an excellent father.

Osferth noted the action, guessing where your thoughts had led you.  “He deserves to know.  If you are unwell - if it is the sickness - he would want to know. He would be heartbroken to think you could not tell him.  Do not ask me to keep this from him.”  he begged.

“I know, but I can’t tell him, and you cannot either.  He would freak out, he needs to focus on Uhtred, the children and getting us all to safety; he cannot do that if he is fussing over me.”

“Finan always worries for you regardless, it is his nature to worry over those he cares for.  You know, when we are away, you are all he talks about, all he can think about is you: what you would be doing that day, whether you were well, or thinking about the day he can return home to you.” he lectured.  

It made you smile to know that even when you were parted his thoughts still turned to you, the same way yours turned to him.

“Even so, I beg you not to tell him, if this does pass in a few days then there will be nothing to worry about.”

“And if it does not?”

“Then I will cross that bridge when I get to it.”  You ended the discussion, seeing a small village come into view up ahead, hopefully where you could get some rest for a while.

With everyone on edge already, Finan's sour mood and near constant anxiety about the sickness had started to grate on everyone's nerves, though everyone knew he didn't mean it - he was just terrified, having seen its effects before.  

Having reassured him multiple times over the course of your journey, you had discovered what really had him in such a state of panic: The one thing Finan wanted to do was to protect his family. To protect you, and make you happy.

But this? This he had no control over.  That is what terrified him.  That he could not protect you from this.

That was your main reason for not telling him of your illness. To know that you, his own wife, had the dreaded sickness.  It would break him. You would not do that to him. 

— Time Skip — 

You had all safely settled into the village of Wulfrunetun, having managed to gain a few hours of rest while you planned out your next move.  Aelfwynn’s condition had deteriorated in the last few hours, the poor girl barely able to keep her head up from exhaustion.  You all hoped that with some rest she might start to feel better.

You had managed to get some rest in the shade outside, where it was cooler, trying to reduce your progressing fever.  You felt rotten, your skin felt slightly clammy to the touch, and you were certain you could feel a bubbling in your chest whenever you breathed too deeply, but couldn’t decide whether that was just your overactive imagination and fear of the sickness playing with your mind.  Surely the sickness wouldn’t progress this quickly?  It had only been a couple of days since you had started to feel unwell.

“Ah, there ya are.  I’ve been lookin’ for ya.”  Your thoughts were interrupted when your boisterous husband came bounding through the door, heading over to you once he had caught sight of you, a grin forming on his face.

You forced a smile onto your face, standing up from where you had been resting under a tree.  Finan’s arms immediately encircled your waist as soon as you were within arms reach, and you couldn’t help but fall into his embrace, leaning your head against his chest, letting his steady heartbeat soothe your anxiety.

Finan rested his head on top of yours, and the pair of you took a moment to simply enjoy each other's presence.  

“You feel warm, are ya feelin’ alrigh'?”  he asked, pulling back just enough to look at your face, his eyebrows drawn in concern.

“I'm fine”

“Are ya sure?  You've been spendin’ a lot of time with Aelfwynn, I don't want ya to get sick.”  He reached a hand to cradle your face.

You let your cheek rest against his palm for a moment, before pulling away and teasingly swatting his hand away from his fussing.

“I promise I'm fine, my love.  I have just spent too long in the sun, is all.  I would tell you if anything was wrong.”  

Liar.  The words tasted bitter in your mouth.

“Has Lord Uhtred formed a plan yet?”  You asked, hoping to distract him.

“Aye, he has.  Uhtred has decided we must travel back to Aegelesburg; Sihtric and Young Uhtred are going to search for Aethelflaed and Aldhelm and bring them to meet us there.  We will be leaving soon.”

“What of Aelfwynn?  She is not strong enough to travel any further.”  ‘Neither am I’ you silently added.

Finan grumbled to himself for a moment, heaving a sigh through his nose. “Osferth and Eadith are goin’ ta stay ‘ere to look after her until things calm down in Aegelesburg, it wouldn’t be safe for her there, even if she wasn’t sick.”  He pulled you in closer.

“Then I will stay here with her.” 

“Absolutely not!  You’re coming with me to Aegelesburg and as far away from this sickness as possible.”

You shook your head, pulling his arms from your waist so that you could hold his larger hands between yours.

“Finan, listen to me.  I am still tired from travelling, and I would be glad for some rest.  I would be of more use tending to Aelfwynn than I would be to anyone in Aegelesburg.  Besides, the situation is still volatile, what happens if it turns into a siege?  I would be safer staying here, and coming to you once it is safe.”  

“Y/N, do not make me part from ya, please.”  He begged, bringing his forehead to rest against yours.

It took everything in you to not break down into tears, but you knew it was better for him to be away from you, at least until you got better.

“I know, I don’t want to part from you either, but you must go, and I will follow as soon as it is safe enough to do so.  It won’t be for long.”  You murmured.

“Alrigh’”  He reluctantly agreed, pulling away and pulling you into a bear hug, his arms completely enveloping you.  You felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I love ya.”

Your heart felt fit to burst, and you blinked away the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“I love you too.  Now go and get ready.  The sooner you leave and sort this mess out, the sooner we can be together again.”  You pushed his shoulder jokingly.  He chuckled, letting his arms slip from around you as he headed back inside.

As soon as he was out of sight you slouched, coughing into your elbow to muffle the sound.  You could feel the burn of it pulling at your chest, you could taste faint traces of copper in your mouth.  It was definitely better that he leaves now.

— Time Skip — 

The men were tying their saddlebags to the saddle of their horses, preparing to leave any minute.  You watched as Sihtric helped Young Uhtred with his saddle, making sure everything was properly secure.  He must have surely been missing his own children, his own wife.  A pang of sorrow went through your heart at the thought.  At least you got to travel with your husband, to say goodbye to him.

You wrung your hands as you continued to stand on the outskirts of the action, there had been something plaguing your mind over the last few hours, something other than the sickness you could feel creeping deeper into your bones and your secrets from your husband.

“Sihtric,” you called to him, your eyes darting to Finan briefly to make sure he was out of earshot.

Sihtric quickly finished helping Young Uhtred, clapping him on the back as he moved away to talk to you.

“I just wished to say goodbye...”  you exhale nervously.  You had to ask him - why was it so difficult to ask him?

His mismatched eyes studied you silently for a moment. 

“Goodbye”  he answered, half a laugh falling from his lips, unsure of where this was going.

Your gaze moved over Sihtrics left shoulder, falling onto Finan as he moved back and forth, finishing his preparations.  It was for him you had to ask this.

Sihtric followed your gaze, looking over his shoulder, before looking back at you, questions now very present in his eyes.

“...I know you are not going with him now, but… look after him for me.  Lord uhtred will give him something to follow, a purpose perhaps - but he will need you to lean on.”  Tears rose in your eyes at the thought, making sure Finan had people to carry him forward if the worst should happen.  

“Y/N, what is this about?”

“Just promise me!” 

“Of course! I swear it, you don't need to ask.” He looked visibly shaken by your panic, stepping closer to make sure you were ok.

“I know. Thank you.” You breathed a sigh of relief.  You needed to pull yourself together, you weren’t gone yet. 

“Y/N, please, what is wrong?  How can I help?”  

“Nothing just - in case things go badly.  There is so much that could go wrong.”  you answered evasively.

You weren't sure if he quite believed you, there was still the lingering question behind his eyes.  

You knew he could tell something was still wrong, he always saw more than was shown, heard more than was said.  You supposed that's why he made such a good spy.  Thankfully he did not press the matter, instead bringing you in for a hug.

“Everything will be fine, you'll see.  Lord Uhtred has not failed us yet.”  He looked so sure as he pulled away, for a moment you allowed yourself to hope.  Perhaps things would be ok after all.  You would fight this sickness with everything you had.  For Finan and the rest of your family.

“I know, but you can forgive a wife for worrying.”  You joked.

“Speaking of, might I borrow my wife so that I may give her a proper goodbye?” Finan interrupted, a sly grin on his lips.  The same flirtatious grin that you had fallen for so many years ago plastered across his handsome features.  Sihtric laughed easily, backing away to give you both some privacy.

You fell so easily into your husband's waiting arms, reaching your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer. 

You saw Sihtric climb up onto his horse, not moving from your place in Finan’s hold, you call out to him once more.

“Sihtric!  Be careful.  Look after yourself.”  

He nodded at you, looking between you and Finan.  

“You as well, both of you.”  With that, he urged his horse forward, joining Young Uhtred on the road to find Aethelflaed.

“Well I knew I might have to ward off some men vying for your attention, but I did no’ think I would have to count Sihtric among ‘em”  Finan tickled you, just under your ribs, causing you to let out an undignified squeak.  

You give him an unimpressed look, before smacking lightly on the arm.  You cleared your throat, hoping to make it sound like you were just composing yourself, rather than staving off the coughing fit you could feel burning your lungs, no doubt induced by your scream.

“Oh please, you know I only have eyes for one man.”  

“Oh aye?  And who might that lucky man be then hmm?”

“Osferth of course!  Why else would I be staying behind with him?”

You couldn't help the chuckle that crept past your lips at his shocked expression as he pressed his hand to his chest in mock hurt.

“You wound me!  Are ya sure there isn't anything I can do that could convince ya to bestow your affections onto myself?”

“I suppose I could be persuaded.”  you raise your eyebrows in suggestion.

“I am nothing if not persuasive.”  he lowered his head closer to your own, his lips a hair's breadth away from your own as his tone deepened.  The very voice he knew you loved, that could make your toes curl and your pulse race.

Despite the fact you could feel yourself getting hot under the collar, a feeling you were quite sure had nothing to do with your illness at present, you retained steady eye contact, not letting him know how much he had affected you.

“Well, I shall look forward to your attempts to win my favour upon our reunion, husband.”

His eyes lit up a fraction, enjoying the reminder of his title to you.  As you watched him, your overdramatic, funny, fierce, loyal and ever-loving husband, you felt yourself fall for him all over again.

“I shall relish the challenge, wife.  I will send word soon.”  He closed the distance between you, capturing your lips with his own.  He cupped your chin with his finger as his thumb brushed over the swell of your cheek, reluctant to part with you. 

You deepened the kiss, attempting to pour all of your feelings into it, trying to convey all the love you felt for him and all of the things you could not say.

Eventually, the voice of your lord interrupted your final moments with Finan.

“Finan!  Put your wife down and let us be on our way.”

You finally parted from each other, opening your eyes to look at your husband once more. You tried to banish the tears that rimmed your eyes and you prayed this would not be the last time you saw him.

“Be careful,” you whispered into the space between you.

He pressed a final kiss to your forehead, murmuring into your hairline “You too, I love ya.”

“I love you too”  you told him as he began to move away, letting your arms slip away from his frame.

He mounted his horse, and Uhtred lifted Aethelstan so that he sat in front of Finan in the saddle before checking on Stiorra and making his way to his own horse.  

You watched until the four of them were out of sight, and you felt Osferth’s presence at your shoulder.

“You should have told him.”  he chided quietly.

“Perhaps,” you conceded, wrapping your arms around yourself at the sudden chill you felt in your arms.

“I am going to rest awhile, wake me if there is any change in Aelfwynn.”

He watched you go back inside, a feeling of trepidation sinking in his stomach.

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Hope you enjoyed it! Part 2 will hopefully be finished soon!

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𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬/𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧, 𝐎𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡 & 𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: why won't tumblr let me indent conversations???? AND I am so sorry this is late xx

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

It was a bit disheartening that you all couldn't get back home in time. The harsh weather did not allow for hasty travel.

So, the group was a bit stumped on how to celebrate the holiday, not just because you're a mixture of Saxons and Danes, but because you did not have what you usually did. Not your families, or a roof over your heads, nor did you have a wonderful feast... that's what the group was most sad about in all honesty. (Besides Sihtric who has a wife and many chlldren of course).

But Uhtred settles everyone. Like he usually does.

"We can celebrate how we want to. Combine our traditions or maybe experience something new? What do you say?"

"Uhtred, our tradition goes for twelve days-" Sihtric replies, scratching the side of his head.

"Well at least we'll be back in time for some of it!" Finan claps Sihtric on the shoulder, slightly squeezing.

Everyone was onboard. (of course they were, all members of the group respect each other - and therefore their beliefs.)

With Finan first to agree, as always.

The night before Yule, you made everyone sleep in the same tent. Dragging everyone's sleeping rolls into the one space, ignoring the disgruntled comments from each man.

But as your found family, you wanted at least one night where everyone is together (even if there isn't much room).

Osferth and yourself are in the middle, with Finan and Sihtric on either side.

Uhtred comes into the tent late - making sure the area was secure (I know there would usually be a look out but just pretend it isn't needed for this night)

At first everyone fought over space, but as the time went on, a calmness settled in the tent...until Finan farted

Osferth was the first to wake. He stayed in the tangled mess of arms and legs for a bit; revelling in the warmth of his family around him.

Luckily, with Uhtred's forward thinking, he had gotten all your presents weeks in advance. And last night he wasn't only just securing the small camp. He had set up the presents outside, along with 'decorations' (which were branches and herbs he'd found. It actually looked very beautiful.)

Osferth quietly left the tent, standing in awe of what Uhtred had done. He started the food; as he's always done. Pulling out all the stops... truly putting in all his effort to make the food perfect

And Osferth really did outdo himself, because that's how the rest of you left the tent. By your noses.

Prayers and thanks are said before the food is dished out, and it isn't until minutes later that you and Finan spot the presents

"Aye, what do we have here?" Finan nearly squeals. His delight illuminating his grubby face.

"A surprise," Uhtred replies with an amused smile.

"Oh I love surprises, well, only the good ones -" you clarified. Finan nodding along in agreement.

"Well, go on," Uhtred said ushering you forward. Then he turned, cupping his mouth and shouted, "Osferth! Sihtric!"

When presents are handed out, Finan is the most excited to receive his, while Uhtred is excited to give them.

Sihtric does his best to keep on a happy face, but you can tell he feels guilty for not coming back in time for Yule. You know he misses his wife and kids.

Each of you took turns trying to cheer him up. But all he could find solace in, was that he'd be able to see them soon enough.

With full bellies and a twinkle in each of your eyes, you all laid down to stare up at the stars.

Shoulder to shoulder, you all felt each other's warmth, letting it sink into your body, into your very bones.

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Christmas Shenanigans - Modern!Osferth

After several weeks of writing, it’s finally here! 15.4k words!!!!!! I may have went overboard with this!!!! Modern Osferth has made his appearance! Thank you so much to @dothrckis for giving me the many ideas that formed this masterpiece!!! Everyone, enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT, rough sex, fingering, dry humping, mutual masturbation, oral (both), almost getting caught, actually getting caught, talks of prostitution, THAT FUCKING CROSS (you’ll understand once you read it), Osferth is definitely out of character but I don’t care, Finan being a very protective older brother.

 “Y/N, where the hell are ya?!” your brother spoke into the phone, his Irish accent becoming thicker with his anger. You sighed, holding your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you pulled on your pants from the night before and quickly threw on your coat. Turning and glancing at the man on the bed one last time, you grabbed your purse and booked it, not wanting to be there when he woke up. “Y/N! Answer me, dammit!”

“Finan, I’m fine. I’m on my way home. I’ll be there in like twenty, ok?” you groaned, pulling your coat tighter around your body as you made your way out into the parking lot of the cheap motel and scurried towards your piece of shit car.

“Fine. But you better come straight home.” he ordered.

“Yes, mom.” you said sarcastically before hanging up on him.

You quickly got into your car before digging around in your purse and fishing out your keys. You turned the car on and cranked the heat, cursing the cold December weather before pulling out of the parking lot and making your way back to your brother's house. The ride wasn’t long enough, soon pulling into the driveway and debating whether or not you should even go inside. Finan was usually a gentle soul, but when it came to protecting you he could be rather intimidating.

You turned off the car and grabbed your purse, taking a deep breath before stepping out of your car and heading towards the house. Your hand froze over the doorknob before you forced yourself to go inside. The door hadn’t even clicked shut before Finan was hounding you.

“Care to tell me where the fuck you’ve been?! I was up all night worried about you but you turned your fuckin phone GPS off!” he yelled, following you as you made your way into the living room and plopping yourself down on the couch.

“Does it matter? I’m here now!” you said, giving him a big fake smile in an attempt to quell his anger. Unfortunately, that didn’t work.

“Yes it fuckin’ matters! What if you’d been hurt, huh? What then, Y/N?!” he practically screamed. You frowned, looking down at your hands in your lap. You hated making him worry about you.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled, digging through your purse and pulling out the envelope from the night before and handing it to him. He reluctantly took it and looked at you suspiciously.

“What’s this?” he asked, looking at the envelope in his hands before locking his eyes on yours.

“There’s enough there to pay the electric bill and my half of the rent.” you said, giving him no further details. His face dropped before sitting next to you on the couch, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“I thought you stopped doin’ tha’, Y/N.” he murmured, sounding disappointed. His voice was so quiet you could barely hear him. You looked over at him but he wasn’t looking at you. He was staring at the envelope in his hands.

“We needed the money, Finan.” you whispered.

“We will find you a job, Y/N. A real job. I refuse to let you keep whoring yourself out to random men for a little bit of cash.” he said, still sounding disappointed but his words were firm. There was no room for argument. Then his tone perked up a little bit. “Plus, I need you here to help me with the heathens.”

“The heathens?” you questioned, giving him a confused look.

“Mhmm. You remember my old college buddies, right? Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth?”

Of course you remembered them. They were hard to forget. Especially since you’d had a teeny tiny crush on Osferth since the very moment you’d met him. Your brother had been a sophomore in college and Osferth had been a freshman. You were still in highschool at the time but Finan had come back home for the holidays and brought Osferth along with him. You practically locked yourself in your bedroom the whole two weeks they were home because you were too shy to face him. Afterwards, he’d been around quite often and you kind of became friends. You hadn’t seen him in a couple years but your heart still jumped into your throat at the mention of his name.

“Yeah, I remember.” you said quietly.

“They’re gonna come spend Christmas with us! So I need you here to help keep the damage to a minimum.They behave better when you’re around.”

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing he was right. His friends really did try to stay on their best behavior when you were around. 

“Fine. But you know I’m only going to encourage their bad behavior, right?” you laughed, nudging your brother with your elbow.

“I expect nothing less.” he said, a huge grin on his face.

A few weeks had passed and Finan had managed to find you a job working at the diner downtown as a waitress. He had also made you take your car to the shop to get it fixed, so for now he was driving you. You had only been there for about a week but you’d gotten the hang of things pretty quick thanks to Eadith, another one of Finan’s friends from college. The redhead had taken you under her wing and made sure you thrived while at work. 

Your shift was nearly over and it was almost time for closing up when the bell over the door chimed, alerting you to someone coming inside. You turned and grinned, seeing your brother. But not only him, he was followed by his merry band of heathens.

“There she is!” Uhtred exclaimed, holding his arms out for you. You practically ran to him, jumping into his arms and giggling as he lifted you off the ground. Uhtred had always been a constant presence in your life since Finan had met him. You considered him another brother, but it had been several months since you’d last seen him.

“Oh my god! It’s so good to see you! I missed you so much!” you exclaimed, hugging him tight before he set you back on your feet.

“I missed you too, Y/N. It’s only been three months but you’re acting like it’s been years.” he laughed.

“And what about me, little leprechaun? Didn’t you miss me at all?” Sihtric joked, sticking out his lower lip and making you laugh. It had been just over a year since you last saw him. You quickly let him engulf you in a bear hug before pulling back and looking at his face.

“I missed you too, but call me ‘leprechaun’ one more time and I’ll kick your ass.” you laughed. He held up his hands in surrender and agreed.

“Fine. No Irish jokes… but only because it’s Christmas!”

You smiled at him once more before letting your eyes drift to who stood right beside your brother. It had been at least two years, maybe three since you’d last seen him and he was still just as gorgeous as you remembered him to be. His blonde hair swept to the side, a silver chain with a cross hanging around his neck, bright blue eyes, perfect lips that you just wanted to…

“Y/N, are you still with us? You zoned out for a second.” Finan laughed, eyeing you suspiciously. You quickly nodded your head before he spoke again. “You remember Osferth, right?”

“Of course I do!” you said, smiling and turning to the man in question. “And of course I missed you too, Os! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you!”

He opened his arms and pulled you into a hug, your arms immediately flinging themselves around his neck. You could feel your heart fluttering erratically in your chest as his arms squeezed tightly around your waist. You nuzzled your face against his sweater covered shoulder and breathed in deep, inhaling his scent and committing it to memory before you reluctantly let go.

“You’re right, it’s been way too long, Y/N. I need to come see you guys more often.” he said, his blue eyes locked on yours. You expected him to look away first, but he didn’t. He only smirked, causing you to quickly look back at your brother. You weren’t even sure if you heard it, but you could’ve sworn you’d heard him chuckle at how quickly you looked away.

“So, I’m almost done here. Just need to clock out and then we can go home.” you said quickly, needing to escape Osferth’s gaze so you could breathe properly.

“Sounds like a plan, sis.” Finan said, moving to sit down at a nearby booth, the guys all following him as you went to the back and clocked out. You gathered your purse and your coat, ready to finally go home and spend time with your boys. When you went to round the corner you could hear them talking… about you. So you stayed just out of sight to listen in on their conversation.

“So what’s Y/N up to nowadays? Any boyfriend to speak of?” you heard Sihtric ask. You rolled your eyes. Definitely no boyfriends recently.

“Nah, none that I’m aware of at least.” Finan said. “But don’t go gettin’ any ideas. Hands off my baby sister.”

“Let’s be honest here, Fin. Y/N would eat me alive if I ever tried to hook up with her. Plus, the way I see it, she’s only got eyes for our boy, Os!” Sihtric laughed, trying to keep his voice down so you wouldn’t hear.

“Me? What makes you say that, Sihtric?” Osferth chimed in. You could tell he was smiling just by his voice.

“I hate to admit it, but Sihtric’s right.” you heard Uhtred say. You scoffed, realizing they were all basically scheming against you. 

“Osferth, she was practically undressing you with her eyes! She wants you bad, man. Did you really not notice?” Sihtric exclaimed, laughing at the end. 

“Jesus Christ! Would you lot shut the fuck up before she hears ya’? She doesn’t like Os like that. If she did, she would have told me. She tells me everything for fucks sake! She’s not crushing on Osferth. End of fuckin’ story.” Finan said, clearly not wanting to talk about the prospect of his little sister crushing on one of his best friends. Oh, if he only knew the truth. You chose this moment to come around the corner as if you hadn't just been listening in on their conversation.

“Ok, I’m ready to go!” you said happily. You couldn’t help but notice the way Osferth smiled at you, his cheeks flushed as he let his eyes give you a once over when Finan wasn’t looking.

The ride back to the house wasn’t too terribly long but it felt like forever. You were crammed in the backseat of your brother's car, your thigh and side pressed tightly against Osferth. You could feel the heat of his body through your clothing, leaving a hot burning in your belly. Every once in a while you could feel his eyes on you and you’d just give him a quick smile before looking out the window again. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you were practically holding your breath the entire ride home.

You all but jumped out of the car as soon as your brother pulled into the driveway, hurriedly making your way into the house before the guys could even get out of the car. Once you were in the safety of your own room you felt like you could breathe again. You weren’t sure if it’s the fact that your crush on Osferth wasn’t as subtle as you thought it was or the fact that your entire side was pressed against said man the whole ride home. 

You decided taking a shower was your best bet at calming the burning heat that still hadn’t faded. The scorching hot water took your mind off of him long enough to actually shower and get clean. When you were done, you dressed in your dark red fuzzy pajama set, the one that Finan hated because he said it showed way too much skin.

The high waisted shorts left nothing to the imagination, covering about the same amount of your ass as a pair of cheeky panties. And the matching cropped tank top stopped at the middle of your ribcage and hugged your boobs perfectly. You could faintly see the outlines of your nipples through the fuzzy fabric.

You towel dried your hair and lotioned up your legs before making your way downstairs. By the way it sounded, it seemed that the boys had already broken into the beer that you and Finan had stocked up on over the past couple weeks.

They all turned to look at you as you made it to the bottom of the steps. You could tell Sihtric and Uhtred were trying to avert their eyes, lest they become Finan’s personal punching bags. Finan looked like a disappointed father, rolling his eyes and sighing while he rubbed his temples as he tried to ignore your choice of clothing. Then there was Osferth, who tried to avert his gaze but failed, his gaze lingering on your very exposed legs before roaming up your body, stopping briefly at your chest and his eyes going wide before reaching your face. You smirked and watched him turn crimson, quickly looking away and taking a long swig from his beer.

You just waved nonchalantly to the guys and made your way to the kitchen where you grabbed a glass and the bottle of whiskey, pouring a shot's worth of the amber liquid before grabbing the eggnog out of the fridge and filling your glass. You took a sip and grinned, feeling the warmth of the alcohol blooming in your belly.

When you went back to the living room where the guys all sat, you perched yourself on the couch next to Osferth, quickly making yourself comfortable against the arm rest and throwing your legs over his lap. You could feel his thighs tense up under you but he quickly relaxed and let his arms rest on top of your legs. You smiled to yourself, absolutely screaming on the inside at the feeling of his hands resting on your bare skin. The heat spread across your skin, and not just because of the crackling fire in the fireplace next to you.

“Y/N, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements. Uhtred and Sihtric are gonna be in our main guest room that has the two full size beds. And Osferth can take the other guest room with the king that shares your bathroom. I figured that baby monk would be the most respectful when it comes to sharing a bathroom with ya’.” Finan said, explaining the sleeping arrangements to you.

“That’s perfectly fine with me.” you said, smiling at your brother before looking at Osferth and giggling. “That means we’re practically roommates while you’re here, Os!”

“Sounds good to me.” he grinned, gently squeezing your knee. You had to distract yourself from his touch and turned to look at your brother.

“So are we still getting the tree set up tomorrow?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.

“That’s the plan. So we can decorate tomorrow night if you want.” he said, taking a drink from the beer in his hand.

“Sounds like a plan, brother!” you said happily, grinning at him and taking a long gulp of your drink. “I can also make that spiced apple cider that you and Uhtred like so much.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re a fucking angel!” Uhtred exclaimed, making you laugh. The last time you’d made your secret recipe apple cider, Uhtred drank almost all of it and didn’t manage to get out of bed the next day until dinner time.

“I know.” you said happily, flashing him a grin.

Neither you or Osferth moved for the rest of the evening, just enjoying everyone's company. One by one, the others made their way to their beds and bid you goodnight. You reluctantly got up, removing your legs from Osferth’s lap. You stood up and stretched, making a show of it and letting your arms stretch up above your head as you yawned. You could practically feel his eyes on you before you made your way to the steps.

“Are you going to bed or are you going to sit down here by yourself?” you laughed, heading towards the stairs and looking back at him over your shoulder.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” he said, finally getting up off the couch and making his way over to where you stood. He grabbed his bags that were at the foot of the stairs and followed you up. You knew he was staring at your ass, but that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to stare at you, to let his thoughts be filled with you, to crave you the same way you craved him.

“Well this is you.” you said, stopping in front of his door. You smiled and pointed to your door right down the hall. “And I’m right there if you need anything.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart. Since we’re sharing a bathroom, mind if I take a shower?” he asked, smiling at you. You had to force yourself to keep a neutral expression, the thought of him being naked in your shower making your heart hammer wildly in your chest.

“Go for it, baby monk. I think I’m heading straight to bed.” you said. To enjoy the company of my vibrator.

“Well goodnight then, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” he said, flashing you a smile before opening his door and entering his room.

You quickly made your way to your door before yanking it open and closing it behind you. You looked towards the door to your bathroom that was currently closed and you could feel the heat rising in your chest. After a moment of silence you heard the shower turn on.

It was like a lightbulb went off in your head, realizing you had the perfect opportunity to get Osferth’s attention. You quickly crawled into bed, kicking the covers towards your feet. You leaned over and yanked open your side table drawer, reaching in and wrapping your fingers around the silicone rabbit vibrator you kept hidden in there. You smiled to yourself as you got yourself situated and kicked off your shorts. This was gonna be fun.

Osferth was quick about taking a shower. He tried his best to distract himself from thinking about you, but it just didn’t work. That view he had of your ass going up the stairs was permanently etched into his brain. Fuck. He figured he’d at least wait until he was comfortable in bed to relieve himself of his not so little problem. He’d just stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist when he heard it… heard you.

He listened closely, holding his breath and making sure to not make any noise as he stepped closer to the door that separated the bathroom from your bedroom. Listening carefully he could hear a faint buzzing, wet squelching, and a very quiet moan. He could feel his cock twitch at the sound and mentally cursed himself.

What was he doing? He couldn’t do this! Finan would kill him if he ever found out. Fuck, this was so wrong! He quickly made up his mind, deciding to behave himself and went to turn and go back to his room when your voice caught his attention.

“Mmm oh fuck! Osferth, yes!”

Your sweet, quiet whimpers of his name had his mind spinning, unable to fathom that you were in your bed masturbating while thinking about him. He knew he shouldn’t but his body moved of its own accord. His hand reached for the doorknob and very carefully turned it, pushing the door open only about two inches. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, you whimpering pitifully as you chased your own orgasm, writhing on the sheets, your skin glowing in the moonlight.

His eyes raked over your body, noticing how you’d pulled your top up to expose your breasts, your nipples hard from the cool air and your arousal. Your legs were spread wide, giving him the perfect view of you using the toy to fuck your cunt. The toy gleamed in the moonlight every time you pulled it out of your leaking cunt, only to shove it right back inside you, all the way to the hilt. 

He knew it was wrong but his hand wandered down to his now painfully hard cock, palming himself over the towel. Within seconds he knew that he needed more friction than what he was giving himself. He dropped the towel to the floor and let his fingers wrap around his length, slowly stroking himself as he watched you.

Your quiet moans were music to his ears, the sweetest melody he’d ever heard. He so desperately wanted to hear more but he couldn’t risk barging into your room and fucking up the whole situation, or worse, Finan finding out. So he stayed put where he was, watching you silently from the other side of the bathroom door while he pleasured himself.

He had no idea how long you’d been at it but he could tell you were getting close. Your whimpers and moans became higher in pitch and more frequent, so much so that you were having a hard time catching your breath. He watched in awe, stroking himself faster while he imagining just how tight your cunt would be around his cock.

Your hips lifted higher and higher off the bed with every thrust of the toy, desperately chasing your high that seemed like it was just out of reach. Your breathing was ragged and sweat covered your body, the room becoming almost unbearably hot. You were so close, the vibrations on your overly sensitive clit making you want to scream. You refrained, only because you didn’t want to wake your brother, Uhtred, or Sihtric. 

You were about to give up, thinking that he hadn’t heard you and he just went to bed and you would just try to get his attention tomorrow. Then you heard it. A slight shuffling on the other side of the bathroom door. Without stopping your play time, you turned your head towards the bathroom door that was now cracked open. Osferth stood behind the door, his cock in his hand as he watched you fuck yourself.

Osferth almost panicked when your pretty eyes met his. He was about to turn on his heel and run straight to his own bedroom and pray you didn’t actually see him, but that’s when you did it… You smirked at him. You fucking smirked at him when you caught him watching you. His eyes stayed locked on yours, the eye contact driving you over the edge.

“Osferth! Yes! Oh my god!!!” you moaned, keeping your eyes on his until your eyes were forced shut by the intensity of your release. Your legs shook violently as the vibrations extended your orgasm, your loud whimpers of his name reaching his ears.

Your high seemed to last what felt like forever, but you eventually came back to, letting your eyes slowly open again. You quickly removed the toy from your abused hole and turned it off, throwing it to the side to be cleaned later. Your breathing was still heavy as you tried to catch your breath and your mind tried to catch up with your body. 

A small click made you turn your head back to the bathroom door. Yours was still slightly cracked open so it must’ve been his. You got up on shaky legs and quietly moved to the bathroom and pulled open the door. His side was indeed shut. You smiled to yourself and was about to walk out when something caught your eye. A few wadded up tissues in the trash can that definitely hadn’t been there earlier. You had to slap your hand over your mouth to keep your giggles to a minimum. You couldn’t have been more proud of yourself than you were at that very moment.

The next morning you had managed to get yourself up before anybody else, feeling oddly refreshed with a bit of a bounce in your step. You’d decided to make the guys breakfast, pulling out everything you needed and getting to work. You had just flipped the bacon when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against their naked chest and making you squeak in surprise.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, little girl.”

Osferth.

“I’m not the one who was watching someone masturbate from a crack in the bathroom door.” you sighed, failing to keep the smile off your very flushed face.

“I think you wanted me to watch you, sweet girl. You fucking smiled when you saw me watching  you and then you came mere seconds later, like a bitch in heat.” he growled into your ear. His hands moved from your stomach to your practically bare thighs, his fingers lightly grazing your soft skin, dangerously close to where you so desperately needed him. You could feel your heart racing in your chest and your entire body felt like it was on fire. You never in a million years would have imagined Osferth would be so forward with you, but you weren’t complaining. You took a shaky breath before responding.

“And what if I did? Is that such a bad thing that you’re who I think about at night?”

Not only could you hear him chuckle, but you could feel the vibrations from his chest being pressed firmly against your back and his fingers digging slightly into your thighs. Before he could answer you, you slowly turned around in his arms, letting him cage you against the counter. His hands now rested on the counter on either side of you, leaning over you. Your hands were lightly placed on his shoulders and your eyes kept darting between his face and the silver cross that hung around his neck, the shiny metal contrasting with the pale skin of his chest.

“Y/N, your brother would kill me.” he stated, closing his eyes as he gently rested his forehead against yours. You only rested there for a few seconds before pulling away to look up at his face. He stared down at you, his lust for you evident in his eyes..

“So you do want this as much as I do?” you asked. He just nodded his head. “Then what’s the problem? We’re both consenting adults and can make our own decisions. Finan doesn’t own me, Os. He can’t stop me.”

“We just… we shouldn’t.” he said, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tried to keep his composure.

“Can you just answer one thing for me, Os?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He nodded. “Did you think about joining me at all last night? Even for a second?”

“Every goddamn second, princess.” he grumbled, leaning down slightly. His nose brushed against yours and your eyes threatened to flutter shut. His lips were only a breath away from your own.

Loud footsteps coming down the stairs forced you two to quickly jump apart and separate to opposite sides of the kitchen. You quickly resumed tending to breakfast, taking the bacon out of the pan. Meanwhile at the other end of the counter Osferth was pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Finan quickly appeared in the kitchen, smiling when he saw you making breakfast.

“I knew I smelt bacon. You’re the best, baby sis.” he said happily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple quickly before joining Osferth and getting some coffee.

You and Osferth stared at each other with wide eyes while your brother's back was turned, panic obvious in both of your expressions. This was gonna be a long fucking holiday.

You were unusually quiet during breakfast, your eyes only leaving your plate to glance at Osferth from across the table. Every time he caught you staring, he’d smile before taking a bite of his food. Thankfully the guys didn’t notice, and if they did they didn’t say anything.

After finishing breakfast and cleaning up, the rest of the morning was a blur. Everyone was getting dressed and going over plans for the day. 

“Ok, so after we get the tree set up we can put up lights on the house and then later we can all decorate the tree.”  Finan said, obviously excited.

“So…” you started. “You’re gonna be the one crawling up in the attic to get all this shit down, right?”

“Have I ever made you crawl up in the attic?” Finan said, rolling his eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh knowing he was gonna do all the hard labor.

“True, but I need one of the guys to go shopping with me. I need to get stuff to make the cider and I was gonna get stuff to make apple pie too.” you said, cutting your eyes at Osferth and catching him grinning at you.

“I’ll go with you. I’m sure these oafs can survive without me.” he joked.

“Fine, you can steal Os from us while you’re shopping. But only because you said you’re gonna make apple pie.” Finan laughed. You couldn’t help but smile, realizing your plan was working.

“Thanks, bro.” you said, walking over to your brother and kissing him on the cheek. Then you turned to Osferth who was seated on the couch. “Come on, Os. You’re mine until further notice.”

“I’m more than ok with that.” he said, standing up to go grab his coat. As he passed you he sent you a wink. You quickly told your brother and the other goodbye before you grabbed the keys to Finan’s car and headed out the door, Osferth right on your heels. You were just starting the car when he turned to look at you.

“You just couldn’t wait to be alone with me, could you, princess?” he chuckled, his bright eyes staring into yours.

“Oh shut up. You know you wanted to get me alone, too.” you smirked, beginning to drive down the road. 

The entire ride to the grocery store he was teasing you, letting his hand rest on your thigh and laughing when it made you press on the gas a little harder than you intended. And once you were actually in the store he was even worse. His hands grabbing at your hips as he moved past you, even going as far as to let his hand brush over your ass a few times. He only smirked at you while he watched your face turn red.

By the time you’d made it back to the house, Osferth had nearly driven you to the point of insanity. You were so riled up that you couldn’t even think straight. You were grateful for the sudden distraction when you walked into the house. Boxes were everywhere, the fake tree was assembled in the corner of the living room, Sihtric was on the floor and tangled up in a string of colored lights, and Uhtred and Finan were singing along loudly to Elvis’ Blue Christmas while they pulled out multiple boxes of ornaments.

“Os?” you questioned, not taking your eyes off the guys in the living room.

“Yes, angel?” he asked quietly, finally taking in the scene in front of him, his eyes going wide.

“I thought you said they could survive without you.” you giggled, finally making your presence known and making your way over to Sihtric to help untangle him from the lights.

“I thought they could!” he said, holding up his hands in defense.

“Hey, we didn’t burn the house down or anything! I think we did alright!” Uhtred laughed. You just smiled, finally managing to get Sihtric untangled from the lights.

“Well why don’t you guys continue… whatever this is,” you said, waving your hand sporadically around the living room, gesturing to the chaos they’ve created. “And I’ll go to the kitchen and get started on the pie and cider.”

You didn’t wait for a response as you took the groceries to the kitchen and got to work. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you had just bent over to put the pie in the oven when strong hands gripped your hips from behind. You froze, carefully closing the oven door and standing up.

“My brother’s in the other room, Os. Behave.” you said, attempting to move out of his grasp and failing.

“He’s too busy, love. They’re all too busy to even notice that I’m missing.” he said, gently turning you around in his arms. You couldn’t help but smile up at him when you saw the grin on his face as he held you close. “Plus, I brought something with me that you might enjoy. Thought maybe we could get some use out of it.”

“And what exactly did you bring, Os?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He stepped back for a moment, reaching into his pocket to grab something. Your heart sped up as you saw what was in his hand. Mistletoe.

“Osferth…” you whispered, feeling the nerves creeping up your neck. 

“You can always tell me no, princess.” he said, reassuring you that he wasn’t going to pressure you. You stayed silent, confirming his suspicions. “But I was robbed of the opportunity to kiss you this morning and I’d like to rectify that situation right now. And I know you won’t tell me no. You want this just as badly as I do.”

He said no more as he smirked at you before stepping closer to you and letting one arm slide around your waist, pulling your body against his. Slowly, he raised his arm to hold the mistletoe over both of your heads. You glanced up at the decoration before your eyes darted to his lips. Not a word was said as he leaned in slowly, his nose brushing yours. He paused for a few seconds, giving you a chance to back out should you truly not want this. But, of course, you stayed still and waited for him to make the first move.

He gently pressed his lips to yours, savoring the little whine you made at the contact. His other hand came down to grasp at your hip, dropping the mistletoe in the process, when you immediately kissed him back. Your lips moved in tandem with his, slowly, just enjoying the feel of each other. You placed your hands on his chest, one hand fisting the soft material between your fingers and the other fiddling with the silver cross that hung around his neck. You choked down a moan as his tongue darted out to flick against your lower lip. You opened your mouth to his advances, letting his tongue slide against yours sensually. As his mouth worked against yours, one hand slowly slid down to grab your ass while his other was splayed against the small of your back.

“Os…” you whimpered between kisses, feeling yourself begin to get wet.

“Hmm?” he hummed, moving his attention from your lips to your neck, peppering small kisses across your delicate skin.

“We need to stop.” you whined, unable to make your words sound convincing. He just chuckled, continuing to place kisses across your neck and jaw before moving to the other side.

“No we don’t. I told you already, they aren’t gonna come looking for me.” he mumbled against your skin.

“No, I mean… fuck.” you trailed off, not knowing how to explain your current situation. He pulled back and looked down at you with concern.

“What’s wrong, love?” he whispered.

“We have to stop because… fuck, if we continue like this…”  you said, still struggling to tell him the truth.

“Tell me.” he encouraged, giving you a smile.

“God damn it, Osferth. I’m fucking horny, ok?!”  you whisper yelled. His eyes went wide in shock but his smile was bigger.

“Are you really?”

You just nodded your head, almost too embarrassed to look at him. You could feel his now half hard cock twitch against your stomach, causing another wave of arousal to flow through your body and thoroughly soak your panties.

“Os, please.”

He simply smirked at you and shifted a bit, slotting one of his legs between yours so his thigh was pressed directly against your hot center. You gasped at the contact and looked up at him, your arousal swirling in your eyes.

“Take what you need, princess.” he encouraged, his bright eyes staring down at you. You stared at him in shock, not believing what he was asking you to do.

“You can’t be serious.” you whispered, your eyes still wide.

“Oh, but I am, sweet girl. I want you to grind your needy little cunt on my thigh until you make yourself cum.” he said, his hands squeezing your hips and dragging you closer to him, which in turn forced your aching pussy to drag against his thigh. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you let out a squeak of surprise. 

You said nothing, letting your hands grip his shoulders and slowly looked at him. He raised his eyebrow at you, a silent question to ask if you were gonna start moving or if he would have to move you himself. You knew he’d let you go if that’s what you truly wanted, but in all honesty, you wanted this. You glanced at the doorway, hoping you two wouldn’t get caught. Taking a deep breath, you slowly rocked your hips and began to grind yourself against his leg.

“Such a good girl.” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you again.

You kissed him back and rocked your hips harder. He smiled against your lips and let both of his hands slip down the back of your leggings, feeling your hot skin in his palms as he squeezed your ass and helped you grind against him. Your leggings did practically nothing to separate you from his leg. You could feel your clit begin to throb, the feeling of the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your wet pussy proving to be the perfect amount of friction.

“Os… fuck, Osferth.” you whimpered, separating from his mouth to bury your face against his neck. You could feel your legs beginning to shake, the pressure becoming too much too quickly.

“Are you close already, sweet girl? You wanna cum?” he teased, pulling you harder against him to help you reach your climax faster.

You nodded your head against his shoulder and whined pitifully. You could feel yourself slipping further and further into submissiveness as you desperately chased your release. It was right there. You could feel it, but you couldn’t quite reach it.

“Os, I can’t cum like this.” You whined, continuing to hump his leg.

“What do you need, Y/N? Tell me what you need from me, love.” he said against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver.

“Your fingers… please.” you moaned, trying your best to keep your voice down.

He gently pulled away from you, searching your eyes for any sign of reluctance but he found none. All he saw was pure lust and yearning. You whined at the loss of contact, feeling your orgasm slipping further out of reach. He took his hands off your ass, letting one hand grip the counter behind you and letting the other trail to your front, teasingly sliding his fingers along the waistband of your leggings.

“You sure this is what you want, princess?” he asked, gently sliding his fingers beneath the fabric and teasing your heated skin.

“Please.” you begged, your eyes beginning to brim with tears at the complete frustration you felt. You needed release and you needed it now.

His hand moved down, his fingers immediately delving between your folds rub over your sensitive clit. The grin on his face could put the Cheshire cat to shame.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. This all for me?” he teased, letting his long middle finger move down to circle your dripping entrance. You whined, your knees almost buckling at the feeling. He chuckled under his breath before pushing his finger inside, instantly curling to find that spongy spot inside you.

“Osferth, yes! Fuck! Yes… all for you. Need you so bad.”  you whined, grinding down against his hand. 

He quickly added a second finger and moved them faster, his palm now rubbing hard against your clit while he fingered you. You could feel your orgasm building back up much quicker than before. Osferth must have felt your walls beginning to pulse around his fingers because he chuckled.

“Oh, sweet girl, you really need to cum don’t you? Do it. Cum on my fingers, baby!” he encouraged, his eyes locked on yours. 

His words were enough to send you over the edge, the coil snapping and sending a blazing fire through your body as your orgasm consumed you. Osferth leaned forward to kiss you and his free hand shot from the counter to wrap around your waist, holding you against him as you shook in his arms. You moaned into his mouth as you tried to kiss him back but your orgasm was too strong. His lips barely muffled the sounds of your moaning and whining as your high began to fade. 

You finally stopped shaking and were trying to catch your breath when he gently pulled his fingers from your core and brought them up to his mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at the taste. You could feel a small, almost painful tug in your lower belly at the sight. His eyes practically rolled back as he swallowed down your taste.

“You taste amazing, babygirl.” he said, grinning ear to ear. You could feel your face grow hot at his words. 

You were about to open your mouth to say something but you heard footsteps, making both of you jump apart. You quickly turned to the ingredients on the counter to make the spiced apple cider. Osferth quickly picked up the forgotten mistletoe off the floor and leaned against the counter next to you, pretending that he was helping.

“Y/N, Sihtric’s tangled in the lights again… we need help.” Uhtred laughed as he appeared in the doorway. His eyes darted between you and Osferth, giving the two of you a suspicious look but didn’t say anything as he walked away. Osferth turned and gave you a quick smile before following Uhtred out of the room.

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, Osferth keeping his flirting to a minimum since your brother and Uhtred were practically attached to you at the hip. You would send him sweet smiles whenever they weren’t looking and he would send one back with a cheeky wink, making you blush.

You supervised while the guys climbed up onto the roof to hang the lights, basically holding your breath until each one of them was safely back on the ground. Decorating the tree was next. You all spent almost two hours making sure the tree was properly decorated while sipping on the spiced apple cider you had finally made. Osferth even found the perfect excuse to touch you, picking you up in his arms so you could put the star on the top of the tree. Thankfully the others didn’t notice the way the two of you were blushing when he put you back down.

Late evening came around much quicker than anyone wanted, but it was almost one in the morning when everyone finally retired to bed, drunk on the spiced cider you had made. You had actually gone up to your room about a half hour earlier than the rest, leaving you lying awake in bed, wondering if Osferth would come to you tonight. You were beginning to think he was just playing games with your emotions when your bathroom door creaked open. Os peeked his head around the door and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I thought you weren’t gonna come see me.” you admitted, cutting your eyes at him but trying not to laugh.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t at least come say goodnight to my girl?” he said, making your heart do backflips as he walked over to sit on the edge of your bed. You couldn’t keep your eyes from roaming his bare torso, lingering on how low his pants hung on his hips.

“Your girl?” you asked, a twinkle of hope shining through. You so desperately wanted him, even if Finan wouldn’t approve. Even in the dark you could see a faint blush covering his cheeks.

“Well yeah, I mean… after earlier I just assumed…” he stuttered, clearly nervous about the subject. It was honestly adorable seeing the normally confident man get all flustered over you.

“I’m glad you assumed, Os. I wanna be your girl… so much.” you whispered.

“Good, cause I’m not letting you go, angel.” he answered, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but he quickly pulled away. 

“Os-” you started, but you weren’t able to get anything out before he cut you off.

“Not another word, love. I need to go do something really quick and I need your sexy ass to stay right here while I do it, ok?”

You just nodded in agreement, letting him peck your lips one more time before getting up and disappearing through the bathroom door. You could faintly hear his footsteps before hearing him leave his room and go downstairs. Your brows knit together in confusion, not knowing what he was up to. About ten minutes passed before you could hear him enter his room again and make his way through the bathroom to your bedroom.

“So do I get to know what you were just doing?” you asked, sitting up and revealing the silky pink chemise slip that you were wearing specifically for him. His eyes went wide for a moment and roamed greedily over your body before answering.

“Of course, love. But we need to be extra quiet, ok?”

You bit your lip and nodded excitedly, sitting up and following him out of the room. The two of you tiptoed down the stairs, being sure to stay quiet so you wouldn’t wake the others. At the bottom of the steps Osferth took your hand in his and gave it a squeeze before guiding you to the living room. 

Your jaw dropped at the sight before you. The fire in the fireplace had been stoked back to life and the decorated tree was lit to perfection. A nest of blankets and pillows laid directly in front of the tree, catching your eye. There were even two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table. Everything looked so perfect you could almost cry. You turned to Osferth only to see him already smiling at you.

“Osferth, what is all this?” you asked. 

“I wanted our first time to be special. You deserve that… and so much more. I would’ve preferred a little more privacy but this will have to do for now.” he said almost sheepishly.

“Baby, this is perfect.” you said, leaning up to peck his lips before walking over the very cozy looking blanket nest he’d made by the tree. You immediately laid down in the middle of it and stretched enticingly, your arms up over your head as you arched your back.

“My love…” he said, staring at you in awe while he slowly made his way closer to you. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Come here.” you said, grinning and reaching an arm out towards him. 

He did as you asked and kneeled down on the blankets so he was hovering over you, that damned silver cross dangling in front of your face. You’d never admit it out loud, but that chain turned you on. Without saying another word you let your arms wind around his neck and pulled his face to yours. You kissed him without a second thought, wanting him more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your entire life. He pulled away only to look down at you with a nervous smile.

“Can I make love to you, sweetheart?”

You could feel yourself blushing as your heart did backflips and your pussy clenched around nothing, wanting him inside you.

“Please, Os. I need you.” you whined, reaching a hand down between your bodies to let your fingers rub over his hard cock that was straining against his pajama pants. He groaned and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you finally touching him.

You had to hold back a moan at the feeling of him twitching under your fingers. He was big… bigger than you expected and you knew that the stretch of him filling you up would be to die for. You grinned up at him and squeezed your fingers around his length, causing him to throb and buck against your hand.

“Y/N, my love, don’t tease me.” he whispered, moving to sit back on his knees, just out of your grasp. 

You smirked and sat up, slowly pulling the silk chemise up and over your head, revealing to him that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Laying back down you brought your hands up to your breasts, squeezing them and gently rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“Does this count as teasing, Os?” you asked, batting your eyes at him.

“You know it does, princess. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” he said, pushing his flannel pajama pants down and shimmying out of them. You couldn’t help but glance down at his cock before staring up at him with lust in your eyes.

He moved to lean over you again, his lips capturing yours in a slow, passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and carding your fingers through his hair as you felt his tongue slide gently against yours. He sucked gently on your tongue before nibbling on your lower lip, making you whimper.

Slowly, he trailed his kisses from your mouth to your neck, eventually landing on your breasts. His tongue slowly traced around one hard nipple before engulfing it in the wet heat of his mouth and suckling gently. The feeling of his mouth sucking on the soft flesh made you moan loudly. His hand immediately came up to cover your mouth, reluctantly pulling his mouth away from you.

“You need to stay quiet, love. Don’t want Finan and the others comin’ down here and finding us, do we?” he asked, his hand still placed firmly over your mouth. 

You shook your head, wide eyes staring up into his. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth before diving back down to your chest, taking your neglected nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment as the previous one. You brought your own hand up to cover your mouth this time as he gently nibbled at the hard bud and rolled it between his teeth. 

Soft whines and pants left your mouth as he began moving his kisses south, the cold metal of his cross dragging across your stomach. He nipped and sucked several bruises onto your ribcage and hips before moving even lower and softly kissing the top of your mound. He glanced up at you, mischief shining in his eyes along with the bright Christmas lights. His hands gripped both of your knees before gently nudging them apart. You let your legs fall open and bit your lip upon feeling the cool air hit your wet center.

“Holy shit, baby.” he whispered, maneuvering himself to lie down on his stomach so his face was mere inches from your heat. His hands smoothed up to the juncture of your thighs, letting his thumbs graze over your damp folds before spreading you open. “My god, you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Os, please.” you whined, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him closer to you. 

“You want me to lick your pretty little cunt, baby?” he teased, inching a bit closer.

“Uh huh.” you mumbled, nodding your head.

“Words, princess. Need to hear you say it.” he chastised.

“Osferth, oh my god, please! I need you to eat my pussy!” you whined, not caring how desperate you sounded.

He smirked before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your clit before letting his tongue delve between your folds to lick a long stripe through your wetness. You shamelessly arched your back and let one hand reach down to grip his dirty blonde hair to guide him exactly where you wanted him. He let you move his head as you bucked your hips against his face, his tongue switching between circling your weeping hole and flicking your swollen bud. He pulled back only slightly to smile up at you.

“You taste like heaven, my love.”

“That’s a bold statement coming from someone who grew up as a preacher's son.” you joked. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Hmm, maybe. But you’re downright sinful, baby.”

“Then you must be the devil himself.” you moaned out as he teasingly licked through your folds again. He softly kissed your clit one last time before crawling back up your body until his face was level with yours.

He kissed you, gently caressing your tongue with his, allowing you to taste yourself. A moan escaped your throat as you kissed him back. You could feel his hard cock trapped between the two of you, leaking precum onto your skin. He gently rocked his hips against yours, his long shaft sliding wetly between your folds and nudging at your puffy clit. You groaned and pulled away, biting your lip and knitting your brows together at the pleasurable sensation.

“Y/N, I want you so bad.” he groaned, his eyes shutting tight as he continued to rut against you, covering his cock in your slick.

“I need to be fucked, Os. I need you to fuck me and make me yours.” you whined, your hands absentmindedly stroking and playing with his hair. 

“I’ll fuck you so good, angel. Gonna ruin you for any other man.” he growled, pulling his hips back and lining himself up with your entrance.

“Do it, baby. Fuck me… claim me.” you begged, spreading your legs wider and bucking your hips in an attempt to get him inside you.

“Just one more thing before I do, princess.” he said, one hand grabbing your chin to make you look into his eyes.

“What is it, Os?” you asked, eyes wide. You could see uncertainty flash across his face for a second before taking a deep breath.

“I love you, Y/N.” he whispered, letting his thumb stroke over your chin.

You sucked in a breath and felt your heart jump into your throat. Tears threatened to come to the surface but you held them off as you smiled up at him.

“I love you too.” you whispered back, unable to keep the grin off your face.

Not another word was said as he braced himself above you. His eyes were still locked on yours and you gave him a small nod. It was all the answer he needed. He slowly pushed himself forward, sinking into your heat until his hips were flush against yours. You both moaned entirely too loudly at the feeling. With every breath you took you could feel his tip pressing against your cervix, making your walls twitch around his length.

“Oh god, you feel so fucking good, baby.” he moaned, leaning down to nip and suck at your neck. You threw your head back against the pillow and let him mark you.

“Osferth, I need you to move. Please, baby.” you begged, letting your nails dig into his shoulders as you began to grind your hips gently against his. 

“Easy, princess. I wanna savor this.” he said, slowly pulling almost all the way out before carefully sliding back in. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned softly.

Slowly he picked up his pace until the soft sound of skin slapping bounced off the walls. His cross chain dangled in front of your face, the Christmas lights from the tree gleaming brightly off the silver. You were a moaning mess, your back arched impossibly high as you tried to get closer to Osferth. His soft grunts and groans in your ear were making you impossibly wet. You could hear every slick, wet sound as he continued to thrust into you. You could feel that familiar blooming of heat in your belly, but you weren’t ready for this to end. Before he could comprehend what was happening, you managed to flip him onto his back. 

“Don’t look so worried, Os. I just wanna play.” you giggled upon seeing his stunned face.

“What are you planning on doing to me, love?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You didn’t answer, gently sliding yourself off of his cock and shifting backwards until you could lay on your stomach between his spread legs. You let your fingers wrap around his length and used your own slick to glide your hand up and down. He moaned quietly, refusing to take his eyes off of you while you worked him. His eyes fluttered as you squeezed with every upward stroke. While he was preoccupied with trying to keep his eyes open, you leaned forward and kitten licked the tip to taste the bead of precum that had been leaking from his slit.

“Holy shit!” he moaned, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

You chuckled lightly to yourself as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and suckled lightly, letting the tip of your tongue prod at his slit and practically purring when he oozed more precum. You leaned further down, taking more of him into your mouth and choking slightly as his tip hit the back of your throat. He quickly tried to pull you off of him, afraid that he’d hurt you, but you slapped his hands away and continued. You took a deep breath through your nose and relaxed your throat as best you could before slowly pushing forward until your throat finally relaxed enough to receive him without gagging.

“Baby, oh my fucking god, Y/N!” he moaned, his pupils dilated and his eyes blown wide with lust as he looked down at you swallowing his cock whole. “Nobody’s ever, fuck, oh god, no one has ever… fuck… taken me this deep before!”

You would have laughed at his already fucked out state if it wasn’t for his dick down your throat. Remaining relaxed, you slowly pulled back up, but only until just his tip was still in your throat. You locked eyes with him as you guided your mouth back down his length, your throat receiving him again. You continued this slow pace, enjoying watching him try to keep his composure. He was failing miserably.

On one particular push down his length, you purposefully swallowed around him, letting your throat constrict around his cock. The poor boy almost screamed. He was so loud you were honestly afraid he’d wake up Finan. You pinched his thigh in warning to keep quiet.

“I’m sorry, baby, but you’re throat is squeezing the fucking life out of me.” he groaned. His almost incoherent babbling was making your pussy wetter than you could even fathom. “Angel, my love, oh god, please! I need to be inside you, Y/N. Mmmm fuck… wanna make you cum on my cock while I cum deep inside that pretty pussy. Please, baby!”

You decided to take mercy on him and gently suctioned your lips around him as you pulled him from your throat. Your lips suckled at his tip for a moment, just to tease, finally leaving him with a soft pop. You didn’t even have the chance to catch your breath before Osferth had you pinned beneath him in your original position. He stared down at you and smiled.

“Osferth.” you whispered.

“Y/N.” he whispered back, his grin growing wider.

“I love you.”  you said, bringing your hands up to wrap around his neck.

“I love you too, princess. And I’m gonna do everything in my power to prove it to you.” he promised, finally lining himself up with your hole and pushing inside to the hilt. 

You realized you would never tire of this feeling. He filled you up perfectly, almost like he was made specifically for you. His cock stretched you out in the best way possible, leaving you in the most euphoric state between pain and pleasure. A loud moan left your lips when you felt his tip pressing against that tiny spongy spot inside you. He quickly put his hand over your mouth and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“We need to stay quiet, princess. Do you think you can do that?” he asked. You quickly nodded your head even though you knew you would be a whining, moaning mess beneath him in no time. 

He reluctantly removed his hand from your mouth before pulling back and thrusting back in. He wasted no time in picking up his pace. You were more than wet enough to take him completely. You bit your lip and furrowed your brow in an attempt to keep quiet. The sight nearly drove Osferth insane. You looked so fucking innocent beneath him while he split you open with his cock. His eyes drifted from yours down to your chest, watching the way your breasts bounced as he pounded into you. He could feel your walls twitching around him, constricting him tighter and tighter. He knew it wouldn’t take much more to send you flying over the edge. He reached a hand down between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit. As soon as he touched you, you nearly choked on your own scream. 

“That’s it, baby. I know you’re close.” he purred, rubbing harsh circles on the little bud, abusing it to the best of his power. He was absolutely losing it, having you whining and moaning beneath him. “Cum for me, Y/N! Come on my cock, baby girl!”

His words mixed with his perfectly timed thrusts and his finger rubbing harsh circles on your clit had you moments from bliss.

“Mmm Osferth! I’m- oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby!” you whimpered, staring up at him with unshed tears in your eyes. The pleasure was just too much.

He set a brutal pace, slamming into you, his moans mixed with yours and reverberated throughout the room. You could feel the coil rapidly begin to wind tighter and tighter while flames licked up your back. Within seconds the molten inferno broke loose and in a last ditch effort to keep quiet you bit down onto his shoulder to muffle your scream.

“Oh, Y/N! Fuck!” he growled, making a few last hard thrusts before stilling, pinning his hips tightly against you as he hit his high. You moaned softly at the warm feeling blooming in your belly, his cum shooting deep inside you.

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms as your breathing returned to normal. You couldn’t even hold your eyes open as you came down. You could hear him chuckling above you and forced your eyes open to see his blue ones locked on yours.

“Aw, is my baby girl all blissed out? Did I fuck you that good?” he cooed, grinning ear to ear. You simply nodded, barely having the strength to do that. He gently pulled his cock from your abused and swollen pussy, making you hiss.

“Os…”

“Shhh, baby, I know you’re sensitive. Just let me hold you and then I’ll carry you up to bed, ok?” he murmured, moving to lay down next to you and pull a blanket up over your bodies. 

He immediately gathered you in his arms and pulled you against his chest. You breathed in his scent and smiled. He smelled like sex and cinnamon… an oddly satisfying scent. He angled his head down and nudged his nose against yours affectionately, making you giggle before he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. You had no idea how long the two of you had laid there just kissing one another.

“Finan’s gonna fucking kill you, baby monk.” an amused voice said. You both turned and looked to the doorway where Sihtric leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on his lips.

“You think I don’t fuckin’ know that?” Osferth groaned, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face in your hair. Sihtric must have noticed the panicked look on your face because he just laughed.

“Y/N, sweetie, I’m not gonna tell him. Your secret’s safe with me.” he swore. “But next time you two might wanna keep it down…. You weren’t exactly quiet. And maybe don’t do it so out in the open where anyone can find you. You’re just lucky it’s me that came down to get a drink and not Finan or Uhtred. If it was either of them… well… Osferth wouldn’t be breathing right now.”

“Thank you, Sihtric. We really appreciate it.” you said, giving him a sleepy half smile.

“Anytime, Y/N. Now I’m gonna go back up to bed and pretend that I didn’t see any of this.” he said, turning and making his way back upstairs.

“Maybe we should go back upstairs, love.” Osferth suggested. You gave him a tired smile and nodded your head in agreement. You’d already pushed your luck tonight and didn’t need Finan or Uhtred killing your boyfriend. Boyfriend? You liked the sound of that.

Osferth carefully helped you up, guiding you to sit on the couch while he gathered the blankets to take to the laundry room. You made a mental note to do laundry as soon as you woke up so Finan wouldn’t question why all of the extra blankets needed to be washed. When he finally returned you stood up and moved to grab your chemise that was still on the floor but he beat you to it, holding it away from you.

“Nope. You’re staying naked, baby. I’m not done with you.” he smirked. With that, he grabbed his pants off the floor before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back upstairs to your room and making sure to lock both of your doors.

The next couple weeks were torture for you and Osferth, only able to find comfort in each others arms after everyone had gone to bed. He found every excuse in the book to touch you whenever he could, passing it off as innocent gestures. Grabbing your hips to slide by you in the kitchen, his knee brushing against yours when you sat next to him on the couch, even wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you were all engaged in conversation. Sihtric would send you both knowing glances anytime he’d catch you staring at each other. You just hoped that Finan and Uhtred didn’t catch on.

Today’s excuse was that he was going to give Finan a break and pick you up from work. Finan, none the wiser to the relationship you had with Osferth, willingly handed over his keys and let Osferth take his car to go pick you up. He thanked God for a chance to finally be alone with you as he pulled out of the driveway. Nothing could have brought him down from how happy he was… except what he saw when he pulled into the parking lot.

A man much taller than you had you cornered against the brick wall of the building. He couldn’t see your face properly in the dark but he realized you hadn’t seen him pull up. He quickly parked the car and watched the scene unfold, not quite sure what was happening.

He swore he could feel his heart beginning to shatter in his chest as he watched the guy try to lean into you, only for you to pull away. Osferth felt like he was going to be sick but couldn’t look away. The thought of you cheating on him hurt him more than he ever thought it could. The two of you had only been a thing for a couple of weeks… hell, he wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to call you his girlfriend. You guys never really specified what you were.

The tightness in his chest forced tears to his eyes, the thought of losing you almost too much for him to handle. He quickly blinked them away and continued to watch you. He was about to just leave and tell Finan to come get you, but then you pushed the man away. Osferth could see your face, your mascara streaked down your face where you’d been crying. You went to walk away but the man grabbed your arm and yanked you back to him. You looked absolutely terrified.

Oh fuck no.

Before Osferth could even think about his actions he got out of the car, storming over to where the man held on to you. He could hear you screaming at the man to let you go. He came up behind the man and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him away from you and slammed him face first into the brick wall next to you.

“Keep your disgusting fucking hands off my girlfriend!” he screamed at the man as he crumpled to the ground. You couldn’t help but watch, completely stunned at Osferth’s actions.

“Your girlfriend? This must be new because she was with me just about five weeks ago.” the man said, wiping blood from his nose. Os thought about it for a moment, realizing that was about three weeks before he arrived. 

“Well she’s with me now, so fuck off.” Osferth growled, staring down at the man. “I ought to break your goddamn hands for putting them on my woman. If I catch you near her again I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

Your heart was still racing from the encounter and seeing Osferth so worked up. You didn’t know whether you should be scared or turned on. Because honestly, you were getting kind of wet from watching him defend you. And he called you his girlfriend. He thought of you as his girlfriend and that couldn’t have made you happier. 

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you home.” he said, coming up to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, guiding you across the parking lot to Finan’s car. He opened the door for you and closed it behind you, quickly going to the other side to get in.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.” you whispered, looking down at your hands.

“You’re apologizing to me after that dick had his hands on you? Look at you, baby. That motherfucker could have seriously hurt you and you’re saying sorry? Don’t apologize to me, princess. I’m just sorry I wasn’t here sooner to prevent that from happening.” he said, reaching over and grabbing your hands in his. He sounded so genuine, so emotional. When you looked up you could see tears in his eyes.

“Os, why are you crying?” you asked. He chuckled, letting one hand come up to wipe away the unshed tears.

“It’s stupid…” he said, suddenly feeling nervous. 

“Tell me.” you encouraged, using the back of your sleeve to wipe away the mascara that had streaked down your cheeks.

“I thought… I thought I lost you.” he admitted, looking away. 

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. He thought you had cheated on him. 

“Oh, baby, no!” you cooed, reaching over and grabbing his face to make him look at you. “I would never!”

“I know you wouldn’t.” he said quietly. “But who was he?”

You could feel your heart jump into your throat and you released his face, sitting back in your seat. You weren’t sure you were ready for this conversation, but you guessed it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, you began to speak.

“He’s someone I used to sleep with.” you said quietly. You watched his brows scrunch together in confusion. He looked like he was thinking over your words for a moment before he spoke.

“Is he one of the guys from the motel?” he questioned. Your eyes went wide.

“How did you know about that?”

“Did you really think Finan dealt with that by himself? He had us all on a group chat. Me, Uhtred, and Sihtric. We all know, baby. And none of us judge you for it, I swear! But Finan… he was so fucking scared that you’d end up on an episode of Dateline or something. We all reassured him that you were a big girl and could take care of yourself, but he’s your big brother. He loves you so much and he was so scared that one of those men would take you from him. Hell, I was scared too. It was always a possibility that one of those nights you just wouldn’t come home. Every time Finan called me to vent about you not coming home until the early hours of the morning, my heart dropped. I always thought it would be the call saying that we had a funeral to go to.”

By the time he was finished talking, his tears flowed freely. He was genuinely scared to lose you. Your heart broke seeing him like this.

“I had no idea that you knew about all of that.” you said, trying to keep your own tears from falling. “I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. That part of me is all in the past. I don’t do that anymore. But, yes, he was one of the guys. He assumed that because I spent one night with him for a little bit of cash it meant that I would be interested in more. He couldn’t have been more wrong.”

“I should fucking kill him.” he said, hands shaking in his lap as he watched the scumbag stumble his way to his car.

“Os, that wouldn’t solve anything. Just take me home.” you begged, not wanting him to get in trouble.

Without another word he turned the car on and sped out of the parking lot. You could tell he was pissed off and scared, still running off the adrenaline and anxiety. You were halfway back to your house when you spoke.

“Turn left up here.” you said quietly, but you knew he heard you.

“What? But Y/N, that’s a little side road that leads out of town.” he tried to explain as if you didn’t already know that.

“I’m well aware of that, Os. Just do it. Please.” you whispered.

He did as you asked, turning down the mostly abandoned side road, tall trees surrounding you on either side. He drove for another five minutes in silence before you spoke again.

“Pull over.”

He didn’t question you, pulling off to the side of the road and turning the car off. The two of you sat in silence, neither of you knowing what to say. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, seemingly too afraid to let go. You knew he was stuck in his head, still worried that he would somehow lose you. You were determined to show him exactly who you belonged to.

“Osferth,” you started, getting his attention. He glanced over at you, looking comparable to a wounded puppy. It broke your heart. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course, baby.” he said, a small grin finally appearing on  his lips. “I love you too.”

“I know you do. Which is why I wanted to come out here.” you said. He looked confused so you continued. “Can we move to the backseat?”

You could see the realization dawning on him, his eyes going wide before nodding his head.

“Yeah… yeah, we can move back there.” he stuttered out, making you giggle slightly.

You climbed in the back and he quickly followed you. Before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, making out with you like a horny teenager. You moaned into his mouth, letting your fingers tangle in his hair as you quickly straddled his lap to get better leverage on him. You yanked his head back, exposing his neck and began trailing your kisses down his jaw to the pulse point on his neck. You nipped the sensitive flesh before sucking on it hard, making sure to leave a pretty bruise. 

The sound that left his lips made your heart flutter. In the two weeks that you’d been with him, you’d never heard him make this particular sound. It was light and airy and filled with need. It was honestly the prettiest sound you’d ever heard. He whimpered. 

You pulled away to look at his face, seeing him already staring at you like a deer in headlights. He must’ve surprised himself when he whimpered. He didn’t speak, but his hands gripped your hips hard, as if he thought you’d disappear if he let go. You held eye contact with him and slowly rocked your hips against his. His eyes shut tight and his head lolled back as he let out a near pornographic moan.

“Baby?” you said quietly, getting his attention. His eyes opened to look at you, still looking lost. You knew immediately what you needed to do. “Do I need to remind you that I only belong to you, my love?”

He nodded his head eagerly, eyes blown wide, not quite trusting his voice at the moment.

“Please, Y/N. Show me you’re mine.” he moaned, bucking his hips against yours.

“Tell me what you need, Os.” you whispered, grinding against him.

“Need you to ride me, baby.” he whined, the look in his eyes practically begging you to fuck him. You’d never seen him so desperate before. 

You smiled down at him before pulling off your coat and your work shirt, throwing them to the floor, exposing your breasts that were contained by your lacy bra. His hands immediately cupped your boobs in his hands, gently kneading and squeezing them. Your hands found the edge of his sweatshirt and t-shirt, quickly pulling them up over his head in one go. Moving off his lap, you quickly unbuttoned your jeans and shimmied them down your legs. Your panties came off only seconds later. His hands worked just as fast on his own pants and underwear, sliding them down and letting his hard cock slap up against his stomach.

“C’mere, baby.” he said, quickly pulling you to straddle his lap again. His hands wandered up your back to the clasp of your bra, expertly unsnapping it and tossing it aside. Meanwhile, your hand reached down between your bodies to slowly stroke his length.

“I need you inside me, Os.” you moaned, lifting your hips and positioning his tip at your entrance. His hands grabbed your hips and slowly pulled you down onto his cock. 

You moaned loudly and let your fingers dig into his shoulders as you let yourself fully settle on his length. You breathed heavily as your walls twitched, attempting to adjust to his size. His hands smoothed gently up and down your ribs as your breathing returned to a more normal pace.

“You’re mine, Y/N.” he growled, burying his face in your tits and mouthing over the soft flesh before finding a pert nipple to suck on.

“Yours, my love. Only yours.” you said, beginning to slowly grind your hips. The feeling of his hard shaft slipping wetly against your walls had your eyes rolling.

His fingers dug into your hips, helping you to slowly begin bouncing on his cock. His tongue swirled around your nipple, causing it to pebble under his skillful touch. Your whimpers and heavy breathing were loud and echoed throughout the car. You continued to ride him, ignoring the slight ache in your thighs when you started moving faster. He gave your nipple one last hard suck before letting it slip from his mouth. He threw his head back, moaning unashamedly.

“Y/N, oh fuck! Your pussy feels so fucking good. So tight… so god damned wet.” he groaned, holding your hips still and slamming into you from below.

“Mmm my pussy was made just for you. I belong to you, Os. Only you.” you moaned, your hands gripping onto the seat behind him for dear life. He slowed down his thrusts, pulling you to sit fully in his lap.

“Lay back, angel. Put one foot up here” he said, gesturing to the top of the backseat. Then he patted the top corner of the driver's seat. “And put the other one right here to keep you nice and spread open for me.”

You did as he said, moving off of him to lay back against the seat and spreading your legs, bracing them where he told you to. Before he could move to lay over you, you reached your hand between your legs and let your middle finger run up and down your slit a few times to gather your wetness before rubbing light circles over your clit. You could hear him groan at the sight. You moaned obscenely loud, mostly for show just to rile him up a little bit more. You could see his cock twitching as he watched you.

“C’mere, Os. Need you to fuck me.” you whined, making grabby hands at him until he leaned over you so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“Gonna fuck you so good.” he said, lining himself up with your entrance. “You’re mine, princess. All mine.”

He quickly thrust all the way inside of you, causing you to squeal and buck your hips against his. You watched a smirk appear on his face as he pulled back and thrust back in, getting the same reaction from you. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you managed. You didn’t want to miss a single moment.

“Osferth!” you moaned, letting your hands move to grab at your breasts as they bounced with his thrusts. His eyes were trained on your breasts as you played with them.

“Mmm that’s it, beautiful. Play with those pretty tits for me.” he groaned, fucking into you even harder than before. 

You did as he asked, letting your fingers pinch at your nipples while you tossed your head back in ecstasy. You could feel your wetness beginning to drip down your ass to stain the seat beneath you but you couldn’t have cared less at the moment. Your hips jolted and your eyes shot open at sudden overstimulation. Glancing down you saw that Osferth had reached his hand between your bodies to rub harsh circles over your bud.

“Os, oh my god, if you- fuck! If you keep that up I won’t last much longer!” you managed to squeak out. He only chuckled, rubbing at your clit a bit faster.

“I know, baby. I’m not done with you. When we’re done here I’m gonna take you home and we’re gonna take a nice, hot shower together where I’m gonna fuck you again. And after that, I’m taking you to bed and making love to you all fucking night. So it’s alright if you finish, Y/N. You can cum whenever you want to, princess, because it won’t be the last time you cum tonight.” he growled, his thrusts getting faster, as were the circles on your clit. You couldn’t contain the scream that left your lips as you felt the sudden heat in your lower belly, the coil threatening to snap at any moment. Your hands gripped his shoulders, attempting to ground yourself and failing miserably. You were already falling.

“I’m gonna- oh fuck! I’m cumming!” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders as he pounded into you at a breakneck speed.

“That’s it, baby! Make a mess on my cock!” he encouraged, his own thrusts becoming sloppy as he approached his high.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Osferth, oh my god!” you screamed, your eyes shutting tightly as the heat consumed your body. Your legs shook as they instinctually wrapped tightly around his waist while your orgasm consumed you.

“Oh god, my beautiful girl! So fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me! Holy shit! Fuck!” he moaned, pressing his hips tightly against yours, making sure not to waste a single drop of his seed.

Your highs slowly began to fade and you finally let your eyes flutter open only to see Osferth smiling down at you with a dopey grin on his face.

“What are you smiling at, my love?” you asked, reaching up to stroke your fingers over his cheek.

“My girlfriend.” he smirked. “My beautiful, gorgeous, perfect girlfriend.”

“Osferth, I love you so much.” you whispered, a smile gracing your features.

He gently pulled out of you, causing you to wince at the oversensitivity. He used his t-shirt to gently clean you up before pulling on his hoodie and pants and helping you redress. Both of you climbed back in the front seats, giggling every time the two of you made eye contact. 

The drive back to the house was short but the two of you managed to make yourselves look presentable before walking inside. Finan, Uhtred, and Sihtric all looked towards you as you both entered the living room.

“What took you two so long? I was expectin’ ya’ home like an hour ago.” Finan asked, raising an eyebrow at the both of you.

“It just took a bit longer to close up today and we got talking and lost track of time.” you hurriedly explained, giving your brother a smile.

“Glad to see you two getting along so well.” Sihtric smirked. Your eyes went wide and you had to force your jaw not to drop at the sheer audacity this man had. He only chuckled at your shocked expression.

“Whatcha mean, Sihtric? I think they’ve been gettin’ along jus’ fine.” Finan said, completely oblivious to Sihtric’s insinuation.

“Oh, nothing. They’ve just been spending a lot of time together. Not saying it’s a bad thing. I’m happy he seems to be keeping her occupied.” Sihtric answered. Meanwhile Uhtred’s gaze flickered between you, Osferth, and Sihtric as he tried to piece together what Sihtric was talking about.

“Look, I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed. Goodnight, boys.” you said, quickly turning on your heel and hauling ass upstairs, leaving Osferth with the others. You could practically feel that your face was on fire as you made it to your room.

It was about forty five minutes later when Osferth finally peeked his head into your room from the bathroom. He said he made the excuse that he was gonna give you enough time to shower before heading up to bed which is why he took so long. But it wasn’t long after he appeared that you dragged him to the bathroom to ensure he kept his promise of taking you in the shower before taking you to bed. And he definitely came through with his promise.

The next morning you had been woken up by the feeling of soft kisses against your thighs and a wet tongue parting your folds. You gasped and lifted the blanket, only to see Osferth smirking up at you.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing, Os?! The guys will be up soon!” you rushed out, not wanting to get caught in Osferth’s bed, but his mouth just felt too damn good.

“What does it look like, angel? I’m having breakfast.” he said, giving you a cheeky smile before diving nose first back into your core and making you squeal.

“Osferth! Oh fuck!”

Out in the hallway your screams of pleasure were muffled, but they were clear enough that they had your brother absolutely seething with rage. It took both Uhtred and Sihtric to hold him back and keep him from busting into Osferth’s room.

“Give me one good fuckin’ reason I shouldn’t go in there and kill him!” Finan argued, staring down the two men who blocked his doorway so he couldn’t get out.

“Hear me out, brother, but Y/N loves him. And he loves her. We shouldn’t come between that.” Sihtric tried to reason with him but with no luck.

“My best friend is fucking my baby sister! Am I supposed to be ok with that?!” 

“No one is asking you to be ok with it, just to accept it. You don’t have to be happy about it. You can be angry.” Uhtred said, holding up his hands like he was facing a cornered animal that was ready to attack. Finan huffed in annoyance and paced back and forth, not liking the situation one bit.

“Did the two of you know about this?” he asked, pointing at the two men blocking his doorway.

“No, I didn’t know a thing until just now. I had my suspicions but I never knew for certain.” Uhtred said. Finan’s gaze flicked over to Sihtric, waiting for an answer.

“Don’t be mad.” he started. “Yes, I knew.”

“How long have you known?” Finan asked, rubbing his temples in an attempt to calm down.

“About two weeks. I caught them… uh… in the act. They were downstairs at like two or three in the morning lying beneath the Christmas tree. I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell you. I just wanted to give them time to tell you themselves.”

“You’ve know for two fuckin’ weeks and didn’t tell me? God fuckin’ dammit!” he yelled, still pacing his bedroom.

“Look at it this way.” Uhtred started. “Y/N was on a rough path and all of us were worried about her. At least if she’s with Osferth we know she’s safe. He’ll protect her. We’d all rather it be him than some random dude she’s meeting up with at a shitty motel, right?”

Finan thought about it for a moment, realizing that Uhtred was right. If you were with Osferth, you’d be safe and protected and loved. And he wouldn’t have to worry about you so damn much. But if Osferth ever hurt you… god help his soul.

“Fine. Now let me go get some damn coffee.” he grumbled as the other two stepped out of his way. Thankfully your moans had quieted by the time he made his way past both of your rooms and downstairs.

It was maybe a half hour later when you and Osferth made your way down the stairs, only to be met with three pairs of eyes staring at you.

“Osferth, you fucking dog!” Uhtred laughed.

“What? What are you talking about?” Osferth asked, acting confused. 

“Don’t act coy. We know. Finan knows, brother. We had to talk him out of killing you earlier this morning. You two aren’t necessarily quiet.” Uhtred explained. You could feel your face grow hot before your eyes met Finan’s.

“Finan…” you started.

“Does he make you happy?” Finan asked, cutting you off. You couldn’t help but smile and move to Osferth's side, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tight.

“I’ve never been happier.” you said, giving your brother a smile in hopes he wouldn’t kill your boyfriend.

“Osferth.” Finan said, finally addressing him.

“Finan.” he answered simply.

“Out of all the women in the world it just had to be my sister, didn’t it?” Finan chuckled, shaking his head in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, man, I guess it did.” Osferth said, pulling you close. “I love her, Finan.”

You could feel your heart swell at his words and at the sight of Finan finally calming down.

“I know ya’ do, baby monk. But if you ever hurt her-” Finan started, pointing an accusatory finger at Osferth.

“You’ll kill me?” he laughed. “I’ll come to you myself and beg for you to end my life if I ever hurt her.”

You could only grin, resting your face against Osferth’s shoulder as he joked with the guys. Everyone was happy and nobody was getting killed… at least not today. And to think that tomorrow was Christmas, well, you couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas present.

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[the-common-cowgirl]

The Lost Children

Chapter 6

Summary: Edward’s men watch your relationship closely as they are still skeptical. Osferth begins training you with a sword again (and finally with his sword.) How will this impact your relationship henceforth?

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: *Deep Breath* Angst in the beginning, Heavy Petting, Smut (p in v, fingering), Loss of Virginity, experienced male teaching inexperienced female, premature ejaculation, creampie, hint at marriage, fluff at the end.

Rating: Explicit, +18, MDNI

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The floorboards croaked, disturbing your slumber. You groaned groggily and when you tried to roll to your side, your muscles and bones ached deeply, fully waking you. Slowly you sat up from the floor you were sleeping on, rubbing your shoulders and neck forcefully with a wince on your face.

“Paying your penance for not taking the bed?” Osferth asked, looking as if he also had not slept well.

You scrunched your nose, making a face, refusing to answer him. Turning your head aside and looking up to the window. Dawn was cracking through the wooden shutters. A cool misty air had settled in the room from the poorly sealed window. You realized that you felt damp.

“It’ll be a chilly ride this morning, hope your new mare isn’t too fresh.” Osferth spoke with a certain poison on his tongue that made you tilt your head briskly in questioning as he fastened his boots.

You stared at him for a few moments before he realized your angry eyes were on him.

Your eye narrowed when he looked at you. “Do you have a qualm against my new horse?”

Osferth frowned mockingly and shook his head, looking away, “No, not at all. She’s a fine mount.”

“Why are you being so fresh this morning then?” Deciding to throw his own derogatory verbiage back at him seemed to have been a fine idea because you realized you received a reaction from him.

He stiffened, bent over the chair, fixing his boots and trousers. His brows furrowed deeply and his nose scrunched. “I just think someone else is more deserving of a horse like that.”

At that, your eyebrows nearly reached your hairline, “Someone like you?”

He shrugged his shoulders and stood up straight. “Someone who has been loyal to Lord Uhtred longer than you have.”

You scoffed, “He’s my father.” Osferth scoffed in return. You felt the need to defend Uhtred’s decision in gifting you a fine horse. Finer than his own. “He gifted her to me out of guilt,” you blurted, not entirely certain you were correct.

His head cocked and jaw ticked before Osferth rolled his eyes and turned around, done with the conversation and you. He walked toward the door and just as his hand was about to turn the knob he paused, looking over to you, still seated on the floor. “Remember, we are together.” Then, he swung the door open and stepped out before you could say another word.

It took you a few moments, in your early morning fog, to remember what he meant. As it came back to you, you groaned and put your heavy head into your own hands that rested on your bent knees.

Edward. Edward’s men. Osferth’s woman. A lie.

“Damn him,” you swore, not entirely sure if you were swearing Osferth, Uhtred, or Edward. You were tired and frankly, mad at everyone.

After you dressed and went down to the first floor of the Inn where everyone was seated at a table, you sat next to Finan, flopping into the seat with little energy.

“Long night?” Finan joked with a suggestive hint and wiggled his eyebrows toward Osferth.

Osferth blushed, playing along with the act.

You on the other hand, had not realized both of Edward’s men were sitting on the other end of the table, watching the play in front of them closely.

“If you mean long night-“ you started. Osferth sensed you hadn’t noticed the men on the end of the table who were paying close attention to you. He moved across the table swiftly and out a hand over your mouth, stopping the words that were forming in your mouth and beginning to spill the truth in front of men who were waiting for it.

His hand engulfed the lower half of your face and while you fought against him, Osferth merely chuckled and pulled you in closer to him, twisting your head inconspicuously to see the other men at the table. “Haha,” he faked, “darling, we need not tell them of our bedroom antics.”

Before you could bite Osferth’s hand, the men around you started rising, noticing the tension and stated that we needed to be on the move if we wanted to make it to the next village by nightfall. Osferth rose and offered you his hand. Since you felt watched, needed to put on a good show for your own benefit, you took it, squeezing harshly when Edward’s men had turned around and asked Uhtred a question.

Once outside, you let go of Osferth’s hand and began your work saddling your mare. Once you were nearly finished, Osferth came over to you in a hushed tone, “Lord Uhtred has informed me that Edward’s men are going to ride with us until we reach our destination.”

You narrowed your eyes and turned to Osferth, “Which is where might I ask? No one is telling me anything-“

“What is not concern is where we are going to but whom we are traveling with.” He corrected your behavior. “If Edward’s men find out you are Uhtred’s daughter and not my woman- well- we will all face repercussions for lying to the King.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, act friendly toward you. I understand.” You turned to finish tightening your saddle and Osferth moved close to your back, pinning you softly between your mare and himself.

He leaned in to your ear, “I believe we both need to act friendly toward each other.” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered against it, “I’m sorry for how I behaved myself last night.”

You elbowed him slightly but harshly so he’d moved away and when he did, you turned and narrowed your eyes at him, noticing Edward’s men were walking by with their own mounts, watching you two.

You leaned in close to him and whispered, “Good act but they’re not looking now…so go.”

Osferth looked over to the men who had now mounted and walked over to Uhtred on the road.

“I hadn’t noticed they were even looking,” he admitted before giving your a brief smile and rubbing where you had elbowed him before moving toward his own steed.

The journey was peaceful for most of the day. Due to Edwards’s men riding with the group, you had to ride next to Osferth for most of the day. Near midday, you finally got bored enough to ask him when he was going to begin training you with a sword again. He simply smiled and said “Whenever you would like m’Lady.”

Just before dusk, the group had reached the next town, but the inn unfortunately was full, so you rode North, just a few miles outside of the village and made camp.

At that time, there was still enough daylight left, so directly after you ate your supper, you asked Osferth if he could train you. He smiled and nodded, excusing the two of you from the group settled around the vampire, then the both of you took off into the woods, across a small creek and down a hill so your lack of sword skills would not embarrass you in front of Edward’s men.

“Your stance is not ready, if you were to have to dodge a strike, you would fall,” Osferth came up behind you and kicked your feet apart. You felt that familiar heat begin to grow in your lower abdomen as he stood behind you.

“There, now you stand like that, wide, light in your feet.”

It was stronger this time, something about your body, here and now, it yearned for a man you vowed to deny until he could apologize; and he hadn’t.

He reached around you, grabbing the hilt of your sword and encompassed his hands around your own.

“Hold it like this.” He instructed gently, too close. You felt wet. Perspiration? No, something different.

“And when you strike,” his voice was soft but commanding, “you want to mean it. If you back out halfway through, you will get hurt. Aim true. Don’t hesitate; if you do, your opponent will win.”

You nodded. Croaking out a, “got it,” before trying to move away from his proximity…but Osferth’s arm snaked around your waist, keeping you to him.

Hot. You felt hot. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not when you felt like you didn’t have control.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you,” his soft voice was so close to your ear…it made you want to lean into him.

“I’ve not been a good friend or a good lover to you, and for that, I apologize.” His nose nuzzled through the hair guarding your neck from him. Finally, he found your skin and kissed you gently and held his lips to your quickening pulse.

You felt like you could faint.

“You’re not-“ you choked out, “You’re not my lover.”

“In pretend only for now, yes.” He kissed you again, “But I’d like to be in practice… if you’ll have me.” His other hand reached up and you dropped your sword as he caressed your stomach through your dress, then your ribcage, then your breast. A small moan escaped both of your lips as Osferth began to grope your breasts tenderly and you pushed back against him in reply, feeling his hardness through his fabrics.

“I- I- want this,” you breathed out, “But I’m worried.” Your brain was fuzzy as Osferth touched you and kissed your neck but in the back of your mind, you were still worried that after Osferth fucks you, he’ll turn hateful again just like before.

“I’ll be gentle with you, you know I’ll be gentle.” He misunderstood you but the words made you turn around and grab his face, kissing him on his lips harshly and pulling him into you.

The action made you lose your balance, falling backward pulling him atop you. Giggling and moving your head so he could kiss the front of your neck as his hands traveled underneath your clothes and pulled them over your head, leaving you in your riding trousers and undershirts. He moved down your body and hastily yanked your boots off while you began pushing your trousers down and once he could get ahold of them, he grabbed them too and ripped them off of you.

Now you’re lower half bare, you didn’t feel embarrassed as Osferth moved up your body to kiss you harshly, greedily, as his hand traveled down to your core and began playing with your pearl. A moan escaped your mouth, into his own and you felt him smile against your lips in pride as he moved against you. Pulling away to watch his work on your clit, you closed your eyes in ecstasy, a pure feeling you’d never felt before as Osferth moved against you, building a knot in your lower stomach.

“Oh God, what are you doing?” You moaned, feeling silly for not knowing your body could feel this way.

“Not God, just me,” he chuckled, removing his fingers from you and opening you wider gently with his hands pushing your knees apart as he kneeled between them. Then, he brought his hand to the apex of your thighs again and started circling a different part of your core, finally, pushing a single finger in.

You whimpered in pleasure as some needy tension was relieved when he inserted himself inside you but your sound made Osferth stop.

“Was that painful?” You looking up to him and saw concern on his face.

“No, no!” You whined, “Keep going. More please. More.”

Osferth nodded and your head fell back against the soil as he began moving again. The knot in your lower half continued to tighten as his ministrations were precisely where you needed them and then…more pressure down there, this time, slightly painful.

You raised your head and looked up to Osferth as he explained, “I’ve got to work you open if you’re going to take me-“

“Work me open?” You questioned but head felt back again as Osferth hit a within you that took the pain away and pleasure began to bloom faster.

He chuckled at your reaction, “I don’t want it to be painful for you.”

“Why-“ you could barely think, “why would it hurt?”

Osferth nearly chuckled darkly at your ignorance but decided to take pity on you, “Do you think my cock is the same size as my fingers?”

His words made the knot tighten and you grew excited at his insinuation. “I’d, I’d like to know-“

“Patience, my sweet lady, patience.”

He brought his thumb up to work your bud gently as his two fingers worked against your quaking walls and the knot tightened. It tightened so much that you were overcame with a blinding, searing sensation of euphoria throughout your whole body. You felt tight, hot, strange. When the fuzz in your brain slowly dissipated, you felt Osferth pumping his fingers against your core and you shuddered, wanting to pull away from him due to the hyper sensitivity you felt but he only stopped and moved over you, kissing you gently.

“What-“

“You peaked,” he explained gently. Your brows began to furrow in embarrassment for your ignorance but he smoothed you and kissed again, “It’s confusing for most women, their first time, it’s okay.” He held you head gently and looked into your eyes deeply. “We can stop here-“

You shook you head, “No, no I’d like to continue- I’d like you to-“ you gulped your pride down, “teach me.” You looked up at him and his face was solemn, impossible to read. You brought your hand up to his face and cupped it, “please.”

You plea brought Osferth from his trance and he nodded, “Of course.” He stood and removed his robes and shirt, to expose his toned chest and arms.

You suddenly felt that if he were to be fully nude, you should as well, to make him feel more comfortable, so you started to pull your shirt over your head but he stopped you, “You don’t have to do that.” Looking up to him with big eyes, he offered further, “This is about you, not me. Only do what you’re comfortable with. Do it if you’re comfortable.” He began taking off his trousers and you kept your shirt on, not comfortable fully exposing yourself.

When his trousers were undone, he pulled them down, exposing his cock.

You had, unfortunately, seen a man’s penis before, never in a way that made you list filled, more so, repulsed. However, staring at his pretty cock, thick and long, leaking at the tip with a reddened head, you were filled with a newfound lust, if not, a bit scared. Osferth moved to kneel between your legs but as he moved to kiss you, you stopped him with your hand on his chest. His expression of confusion was not missed on you.

“I’d like to be on top, if that’s alright.”

Osferth’s eye twitched in further confusion, “that’s not typically the way of-“

“You said,” cutting him off, “this is about me. What I’m comfortable with. Guide me but let me take you at my own pace.”

He seemed for contemplate your words for only a split second before grabbing your hips and flipping the two of your around, his large hand traveling through your hair to the back of your head and pushing you onto him for a punishing kiss. You giggled as you pulled away and sat atop him. “Thank you,” whispering.

“Lean up, just a bit, I’ll guide you on.” You did as he said and he grasped the base of his cock and ran it through your folds before catching on your entrance from below. “Okay, you go at your pace,” he kissed your hand, “just know, this is killing me.” He smiled and you giggled again, giddy with something between lust and love, however, you’d never admit the latter.

You sat up and his grip on his harden cock followed, putting a hand on his solid abdomen to support yourself, you began lowering yourself down slowly.

His head breached you slightly then met resistance.

“Relax,” he cooed and you tried to obey.

Lowering yourself more, little pain began to shoot through you as you felt his appendage conquered even more of your maiden core. You were thankful he had, in fact, prepared you then as you felt this could have been more painful.

Osferth’s head rolled back slightly and you saw him biting his lip as he tried to restrain himself. You wondered briefly how he was like when given free will of his lovers body without restraint of “being gentle.” The thought excited you and you abruptly lowered the remainder of yourself down, onto his cock, your pelvis flush with his. Pride bloomed in your heart as you had realized you had just taken a man successfully with little pain.

This would come naturally to you, you thought, and it excited you.

“My God, who art in Heaven,” Osferth nearly moaned, “forgive me, for I have sinned and oh God,” you experimentally moved against him, making him twitch inside you, “I am bound to keep sinning with this demon in my presence.”

“Demon?” You laughed and rolled your hips against him again, making him nearly choke out a moan.

“Oh lady, don’t do that,” he begged.

You laughed and rolled your hips again, “I thought you were supposed to be teaching me?”

Osferth wiped his hand across his face on anguish, “I feel as if I will fail you.” He grasped your hips harshly and started moving you against him in the way you rolled your hips previously, you felt so incredibly full and he moved against every inch of you beautifully. The familiar knot, the peak, had begun to appear again. “Yes, just like that sweet one.”

The name made you blush, Osferth was so lost on his own ecstasy to realize it.

He choked out a moan and you felt his body tighten against you, then, warmth flood your core. You kept riding him, unaware he had peaked until he grasped your hips harshly and stilled you on him.

Breath ragged, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he rambled.

“What?” Growing anxious something was wrong.

“I uh- I spilled myself already, inside you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, angrily at himself.

You leaned down and kissed him, feeling the warmth you now know was his seed spilling from your core and his softening sock pulling from you. “Can you not go again? I want to peak on you.” You moved down, kissing his chest.

You felt him nod, “Again, for you, of course. Just-“ he moved both of you again so that he laid on top of you, “just give me a moment.”

That “moment,” consisted of him kissing and suckling at your breasts over your shirt before you finally felt resolve and pulled the shirt over your head to grant Osferth full access to your body. You felt hims harden inside you once again and as he attacked your breasts with kisses, licks and sucks, he began canting his hips into you. Gently at first, then picking up speed. The knot started building within you and Osferth felt it, fully recovered and raised from your body to look down at your bare form as he began pumping into your harshly with his cock.

His rutting was rough, as if he had something to prove to you but you loved it. Chasing that peak feeling, you were nearly there as he toed the line with you. And then, his dexterous fingers found your pearl and you toppled over the peak.

Blinding euphoria rocked through your body as your clenched yourself around his cock, milking him. Unfortunately, he pulled himself from your core in the middle of your peak, cutting it short as your fuzzy eyes looked up at him, grasping your bent knee in one hand and with the other, pumping his cock in his hand, once, twice, before spilling white-hot seed on your stomach.

He collapsed next to you on the forest floor, catching his breath. You looked over to him, smiling and he smiled back at you.

“First-“ still breathless, “we must repent.”

You laughed.

He smiled, “Second, we find a church.”

Your brow quirked, “why?”

“I don’t want to repent every time after I have you.” He leaned over and kissed you passionately.

Maybe the word “love,” could have been used about this interaction, however, you’d just blame it on the ethereal haze.

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[angelsworks]

Little Witch The last kingdom x reader

Chapter 3

Next Chapter -> H E R E

Series Masterlist -> Here

Type: series

Summary: You prove your worth to Uhtred and his friends.

Warnings: 18+ Violence, death, adult themes, etc

You walked as slowly as possible behind the rest. Your hands were bound together, with one piece of rope leading off. The piece tied to Uhtred’s saddle. Keeping you tethered.

You tire quickly from the walking. Trying to keep up with even a slow walk of the horses proves difficult as your sides and wrists burn with pain.

The nervous twist of your stomach, fills your shoes (if you can even call them that) with iron. The gag around your mouth makes it hard to voice any of your concerns about the journey. Every step brings your further to completing your vision. Your racing mind struggles to think of ways to convince these men of their fate.

The lack of speed of the group is apparent to everyone. After maybe a couple of hours it’s Finan who voices his concerns.

“With our pace the way it is, a new king will be on the throne by the time we reach the next city.” Finan complains.

Uhtred nods, “Are you offering your saddle for her?”

The idea of being so close to you unnerves Finan. So he decides to keep his mouth closed for the rest of the journey.

Quicker than you expected you see the road diverge in front of you. The low bubbling panic inside of you comes to a boil. You decide it’s now or never to stop this vision coming true.

You stop walking. You raise your bound hands to the gag around your mouth, trying to untie it.

Your lack of motion is noticed quickly by the others.

The sight makes Uhtred sigh, “Witch we do not have time for this.”

His words do nothing to stop you struggling.

“Maybe she needs a piss Uhtred.” It brings a small chuckle from the others. You roll your eyes at the comments and when you find the gag done too tightly.

Uhtred unties the rope on his saddle. Instead taking it into his hands and winding it in a circle, bringing you closer to his place at the front.

Your struggling does nothing against his pulls. Making you stumble towards him on his white horse.

“What is the matter witch?” You groan around your gag. Frustrated that you can’t talk.

With a signal from Uhtred, Finan works to take off your gag.

“We can’t go this way.” You speak briefly, trying to stay sure of yourself.

“And why little witch, can we not go this way?” Finan asks.

Your eyes don’t leave Uhtred’s, “I’ve seen your death.”

At that moment the horses are sent into a panic, it takes a few minutes for each of their riders to calm them.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Osferth make the sign of the cross. You still stay focused on Uhtred. Despite his cold face his eyes betray him. They show the curiosity that lies beneath.

So you continue, “I had a vision. On the path we take, bandits will jump from behind a rock. They will outnumber you and gain the advantage. They will use a sword as long as you are tall, and kill your horses.”

Uhtred contemplates your words. Deciding if this is some sort of trick or not. Almost as if you can read his thoughts you try to reassure him.

“If I am wrong then you don’t die. But if I am right and you have no listened, your fate is sealed.”

The others remain silent. They have no idea if you are telling the truth. But being outnumbered by bandits is a dire way to try and find out. Silence hangs in the air. Waiting for Uhtred to break it.

“Witch, you will ride with me. You will tell me when we reach this rock.”

He reaches out a gloved hand, to pull you up on to the horse. You body pulls away from his touch. Afraid that if you get on the horse, your vision will come true.

“Our pace will be faster witch, if you get on the horse.” Sihtric snapped. Finding his own horse grow angsty at all the waiting.

Still seeing you were intent on staying grounded, Uhtred moved off his horse. With your rope still in his hand you couldn’t move away from the man.

Without breaking his stride he picks you up by your arms. Then swings you over his horse. Following suit by getting behind you.

Your back is pressed against his front. The saddle itself feels tiny with you both on. His arms come to hold the front of the saddle, making his forearms press against your hips.

The closeness makes you feel hot, blush even. But you try to clear any of those thoughts away.

Being on a horseback again reminds you of your childhood. Of tending to and riding the many horses you had. Your father had been the one to teach you how to ride a horse. By the time you were eight you could help out with them.

It was around the same time your visions started. When they started, some of your happiness left. It was hard to enjoy a childhood, when every night would leave you ceasing, drenched in sweat and full of fear.

You sigh and unconsciously play with the horses mane in front of you. Braiding it slowly in little strands. The action attracts the attention of Uhtred and Finan. Both being able to see you clearly.

Once again Uhtred is reminded of a bunny, when he looks at you. So small and meak, amongst large predators. He questions if you are to be trusted for what feels like the tenth time today.

Your eyes look ahead, seeing the grey, cracked boulder. Hiding behind it of course are the five bandits. Not nearly as skilled as Uhtred and his men, but holding swords and daggers alike.

You touch Uhtred’s gloves hand, turning towards him.

“That’s the rock.”

Uhtred stops the group and orders his men in various different ways. Sihtric and Osferth will ride into the trees and emerge behind the bandits. Finan will travel to the front of the rock with Uhtred, but climb over the rock to get the jump on them. While Uhtred dismounts from his horse and tackles them head on.

Osferth and Sihtric break from the group, going separately to attack from behind. While you remain pinned to the saddle by Uhtred.

“What about the witch?” Finan asks.

Uhtred pulls his dagger from its scabbard and slices your ropes. Discarding them on the floor.

“Witch, you stay near the horse. If you move or run, I’ll hunt you down myself. Understood.” His voice is low and next to your ear. His breath warming your neck.

“Yes.” You don’t dare saying anymore. Your fear freezes your body. You’ve seen their bloody bodies in your vision. You desperately hope it doesn’t become true.

Uhtred and Finan bring the horses to a stop a couple of strides from the rock. You can hear quiet muttering coming from behind it. They dismount and you attempt to as well. With your bruised body it’s made a lot harder, leading to Uhtred helping to pull you off.

You wait by the horses as they take out their swords. Walking slowly, crouched, towards the rock. Swords drawn, ready to fight.

Before Finan can jump on the rock the bandits jump out. Their own swords drawn, the longsword being weld by the largest of the group.

“Die Dane!” The largest shouted, charging at Uhtred. He put his sword up in defence. The clattering of metal filled the road.

Osferth and Sihtric appeared from the trees on horseback, cutting down two men as they ran towards you. The bandits fell to the floor, bleeding out.

You stayed near the horses, you body frozen. You watched as Uhtred fought against his opponent, disarming him of his longsword then cutting him down.

Finan had already killed his opponent. Then went over to Sihtric who was fighting against another of them.

In all the clattering of combat, a bandit had gained the upper hand against Osferth, now holding a sword to his throat. Osferth’s own sword fell beside him as the bandit whispered in his ear.

“You are outnumbered. Surrender and you will keep you life.” Uhtred calls to the man. While he, Finan and Sihtric inched closer to the scene.

“I’m not stupid Dane. Your holy man will walk free.” He points his sword towards you. “In exchange for your woman.”

A cold strike hits your chest. You want to run away. To flee from the fight. But you know what you need to do. You just hope Uhtred will forgive you. You hope they all will forgive you.

You need to do something you know they won’t like. Something that gives them enough grace to reject you, or worse, kill you.

Your body feels heavy as you walk over to the scene. It’s noticed quickly by Uhtred.

“Get back to the horses.” He wants to say witch, but avoids it narrowly, “Woman”

You are stood in front of the bandit now, Osferths wide eyes on you.

“It’s okay Uhtred.” You turn to him. Trying to convey much more in your eyes.

Your eyes glance back to the bandit. Trying to really concentrate on him. Your eyes narrow as you focus on all the negative feelings you’ve been bottling up. Imagining a cork being pulled as they engulf you.

Your body heats as you wish the man pain.

Sure enough his smug face turns to one of pain. As a small headache dances in his head. Like a stab, he feels it engulf his head in pressure. The feeling making his eyes bulge.

He loses his ability to hold Osferth as he starts to gasp and his arms drop to his sides. His head inclined up as he stands limply.

You reach out a hand in his direction, focusing your energy.

Osferth moves out the way just before the man’s nose starts to bleed. Then his eyes and ears become streams of red. His face turning an odd shade of purple.

He struggles for a few more minutes as you hold out your hand. Forcing him to feel a vast amount of pain. His voice gurgles once more, unable to scream, before he drops to the floor. Dead.

The use of power makes you extremely weak. Your body weighs like lead and your eyes become blurred.

You turn around to see the others keeping their distance. Regarding you with hard eyes.

Before you pass out you muster out a weak “I’m sorry.” Past your dry lips.

You fall to the floor, into a dark unconscious state.

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[aphroditesmoon]

osferth taking care of sick wife!reader hcs

osferth x reader

a/n: im sick as hell rn so this is very self indulgent💀

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- you know damn well he'd drop everything the moment he sees you throwing up and looking pale.

- finan is out here with theories of you having the 'sickness' despite it being a year ago when the disease spread and scaring the shit out of osferth.

- no fr, he's getting war flashbacks of sick aelfwynn.

- he'd make you drink warm water and wouldn't let you walk anywhere, carrying you straight to bed.

- helps you sit up when you start feeling nauseated.

- calls in eadith to help you.

-while waiting for the medicine to kick in, he'll help you to throw up when you need to.

- at this point the nausea is so bad you're unable to eat.

- he'd try to spoon-feed you the broth he made bit by bit.

- you'd try to push it away, too sick to eat anything, but he'll slowly make you eat it to help your body.

- after eadith confirms you're having a virus fever, he'd be relieved and worried at the same time. relieved it's not the sickness, worried because he have not dealt with much virus fever before and doesn't know what to expect.

- he'd wipe your sweat off, help you in the tub to wash you with hot water as you lean your head on his chest.

- you try to convince him you could do it all without his help, worried he'd get infected, but he insisted to help you.

- his worry overtook any tiredness he felt taking are of you.

-eadith visits you daily with medicine.

- one day, the whole group came to visit you, acting as if you were dying.

- osferth had been describing your illness as if it's the worse than the sickness and had everyone worried to death.

- you waved off their concerns, and their visit had help you brighten up your spirits, much to osferth's liking.

- when you slowly got better, he's there at every step, making sure you're not uncomfortable or pushing yourself too hard.

- he's very overprotective of you, seeing too much death and has lost too much people in his life, you were basically his only family besides his group of misfits friends.

- you're thankful he's there to take care of you, appreciating his every effort, either it's by cooking you his special broth, staying up at night to help you to vomit, helping you bath, fetching eadith herbs for medicine.

- he was more than willing to make sure you were healthy and safe in his arms, always.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

That Time of The Year

Note: requested by anon! thank you so much, I hope you'll like it.

Warnings: slight angst/fluff/suggestive. mention of seasonal depression.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric wanted to cheer you up. 

wordcount: 2,5k

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It had amazed you how easily Sihtric had believed you. Out of everyone you had met, the quiet, cautious and superstitious Dane was the one who wholeheartedly believed your story the first.

Uhtred had asked you to tell your story over and over again, listening carefully and expecting to catch any inaccuracy when you told it numerous times, which would betray your presence as a spy. But it never happened. And despite you telling the truth, Uhtred was cautious around you for a long time, even when he figured you weren't a spy. Finan was cautious too at first, but the Irish man was amused with your wits and soon became like a brother to you. And then there was Osferth who, up until his unfortunate death, had believed you were some kind of angel. You had to be, for there was no other way for him to make sense of how someone from the supposedly future had ended up in medieval times right there with him. And yet you had, but you didn't believe it was an act of God or that you were an angel.

You still couldn't explain it yourself, even after all those years. One evening you went to sleep in your one bedroom apartment, and the next morning you woke up on a viking ship where everyone seemed to know you. It was almost as if you had woken up in a previous life, for many things seemed familiar in an unexplainable way. Sihtric had been familiar for example. When you first laid eyes on him in Cnut's camp it felt like you knew him and you were drawn to him and his mystery. You couldn't keep away from him and took every opportunity to be near him, but not too close, just so you could gaze at him and get lost in your own mind, wandering through your memories as you desperately tried to recall why he seemed so familiar. But just like you never found out how you had ended up on that ship, you also never found out why you had felt connected to him, you just did. And it became evident that the warrior felt the same, as he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering to you and feeling the need to constantly be close to you and to protect you. You had been wary of his intentions at first, despite feeling an odd sense of safety with him. But your gut kept telling you that he was the only man to trust there, and so you eventually allowed him to get close on an intimate and emotional level. And your instinct proved to be right.

You left Cnut's camp with Sihtric and Skade one night. You and Sihtric both played with the idea that you might have been cursed by Skade, but you both didn't speak about it much. Skade was later killed by Uhtred and Sihtric had remained close by your side ever since. You spent many nights in his arms, under the furs, listening to his heart beat as he held you and asked you about the life you remembered before you woke up on the ship. You told him everything you knew and he listened as if he was enchanted by your being, while you played with his short hair and stole the sweetest kisses from each other's lips. 

It didn't take long before you fell in love and got married. And since you made love as often as possible, which everyone would complain about, it wasn't a shock that you became pregnant quickly too. It had been a rough path to adjust to your life in medieval times, but Sihtric and your children rapidly felt like home to you. Their presence has made it easier to accept your new reality, and even if you had a way to return back to the future you came from, back to the life you knew… you still wouldn't do it, because Sihtric was your home now, along with your children, and you couldn't imagine a life without them anymore.

But that didn't mean that you never longed for your old life or mourned the people you remembered. It always happened once a year, when the days were short and the nights were long. It was the darkness that crept inside of you and made itself a home until the sun would return again. You just wanted light, but everything was so dark all the time during those days. The sky, the town, your home; everything, even your heart became dark.

Sihtric always felt you slip away from him during those days. He allowed you your space but his heart ached when he saw you in tears, and you just couldn't explain to him what exactly you felt. He didn't understand what you needed because he had never heard of the words you used. Sihtric didn't understand what it meant to be depressed, he knew what it was like to be in low spirits, he had felt that too but it never lasted for a whole season, merely a few days. He didn't know what you meant when you told him you lacked vitamin D, and that it made you feel exhausted and sad and homesick. He did notice you always became pale that time of the year and that your muscles ached, but he didn't know how to fix it. He tried, he really did. 

Sihtric was the sweetest man you had ever met, but the teas he brewed for you were not as strong as the vitamin pills which you had used in the future to cope with your seasonal depression. You just had to endure it and hope spring would arrive soon. But it seemed that spring came later with each year that passed. And this year wasn't any different. Your husband and your children usually kept you going during your darkest moments, but even they noticed you felt worse this year than you had during other years and they felt hopeless.

'I just need light,' you cried in Sihtric's arms, 'and warmth.'

'But we have light, darling,' Sihtric said hopelessly, 'and warmth.'

You looked up at him, and then at the four burning candles which dimly lit your cosy bedroom.

'This light doesn't do shit,' you said with a sob, 'it's just always so fucking dark and cold here! And it fucking sucks!'

Sihtric was used to your language by now. He had been puzzled at first, but it didn't take long before he slowly began to understand you and he even picked up a few words himself over the years, which amused you greatly. But even that thought couldn't cheer you up right now.

Sihtric didn't speak, he only hushed you as he held you. He allowed you to cry, hoping you would feel better after, but he knew the chances were slim. Your children were asleep in the room next to yours and he hoped they wouldn't be woken up by your crying. Sihtric wrapped another fur around your shivering body. The fire in the hearth had gone out not too long ago and it was still smouldering. He saw the fire die down slowly and thought you were asleep already, but in reality you hadn't slept for a minute. You had just laid there in his arms, wanting to disappear with him to an all inclusive resort in the Bahamas or some other place bright and warm. You just wanted to see him in some swim shorts, his long hair loose and flowing in the light summer breeze on the beach. But you couldn't, instead you were stuck in an old town where the weather was cold and grey for far too long and your husband covered up with layers of clothing.

'So,' Sihtric said cautiously, 'you just… need light and warmth to feel better?'

'And a pizza would be nice too,' you sniffled.

'Pizza,' Sihtric chuckled softly, 'I wish I knew how to make that. It sounds amazing from what you've told me.'

'You would love it,' you whispered, 'I know you would. And the children would too.'

'I bet they would,' he murmured with a soft smile.

'I just want to share a pizza with you in the sun. Just us two. But it's all just impossible around here,' you said and began to cry again, 'it's just all I want. Some alone time with you… eating a pizza in the sun on a comfortable couch,' your words died as you sobbed uncontrollably.

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your hair as he squeezed you in his strong arms, 'I'm sorry I can't give you any of that. I would give you the sun if I could, my love, I swear it. I would give my life to make you happy, to see you smile. I would.'

You heard your husband's voice tremble as he spoke. You knew he loved you more than life itself, and he had told you countless times that he would go with you to the future if you ever found a way to go back and wanted to leave. He couldn't possibly imagine the future, but he promised you that he and the kids would adapt to your life, whatever it would take. But there was no way back and he was heartbroken to see you in the state you were in. And he often cried when he was alone, feeling as if he failed as a husband because he didn't know how to make you happy. 

And tonight was another one of those moments he felt absolutely worthless… until he suddenly had an idea.

'What is this?' you asked, agitated, 'Sihtric, what are you doing? I'm not in the mood for games…'

Your hands searched for something to hold onto while your eyes were covered by Sihtric's hands. You shuffled forwards as he gently guided you by pressing his body against yours, his chest against your back. You knew you were inside your home. He had covered your eyes before you were able to open the heavy wooden front door, and you were terrified of tripping over something that either Sihtric himself or your children had left behind on the floor. To your surprise you never stumbled or tripped while your husband kept your vision hidden from you, and a vague familiar smell lingered in the air while a pleasant warmth was feelable all around you.

'Be patient,' Sihtric whispered, his excitement noticeable in his voice.

'Wait,' you said, a little panicked when you suddenly noticed you didn't hear your children, 'where are the kids? Are they okay? Where-'

'They are at Finan for the night,' Sihtric calmed you, 'they are fine. Ready?'

You nodded impatiently and when your husband removed his hands from your eyes you were visibly stunned. You gaped around the place that was your living room. It was illuminated with at least a hundredth burning candles, the warmth and light of the flickering flames immediately brought tears to your eyes. The fire in the hearth was burning brightly, as bright as the sun you thought, and then you suddenly saw the shape of a couch in front of you.

'What…' you murmured as you took a step closer and inspected the shape.

You lifted one of the furs that were draped over the couch like shape and you saw that underneath it were stacks of hay, placed on top of and next to each other to resemble a couch, and the soft furs were the finishing touch.

'How…'

'Remember you made me drawings through the years?' Sihtric smiled and took your hands, 'you drew me things to explain where you came from and what you missed. One of the things you drew for me was a couch, and I was so puzzled by it. But I kept all your drawings,' he confessed, 'and I hope I got the shape right,' he chuckled and slapped the stacks of hay, 'I guess it won't be as comfortable as the one you had back home, but, you know…'

You were speechless, and before you could cry your eyes out Sihtric was quick to grab a huge silver plate that was next to the hearth and took off its cover, revealing the dish that he had made with the help of your children.

'You said you wanted pizza,' Sihtric explained as you looked at the round piece of bread on the plate, which was decorated with chunks of cheese and some meat, 'I don't know if I got it right, but me and the children tried to recreate the drawing you had made of a pizza. I also don't know if it will taste nice,' he smiled sheepishly, 'and, for the candles… you said you needed light and warmth. I wish I could give you more, my love, but this is all I can give you for now. I… we have a pizza, a couch, light and warmth and the children are not here for the night. So it's just us,' he almost whispered and placed the plate on the table in front of the couch, 'and I hope it's enough to make you feel a little bit better. I'm sorry it's not p-'

'It's perfect,' you breathed and leaped into his arms, where you cried until you finally managed to pull yourself together again. 'Thank you,' you sniffled.

'Anything for you,' Sihtric smiled softly, and he sat down with you on the couch.

The couch was shockingly comfortable, and you were amazed by how great their medieval pizza tasted. It was a little dry maybe, but it reminded you of those not too great pizzas that came from the freezer back home, and that already was a comforting feeling. The candles allowed you to see everything so brightly, and you couldn't stop yourself from gazing at your husband as you laid in his arms on the couch after the pizza was devoured.

'I am so blessed to have you,' you whispered as you lightly traced the scars on his face with your fingers.

'I am the one who is blessed,' he whispered and kissed your forehead, 'somehow you ended up here, with me. A greater blessing doesn't exist.'

'Not even our kids?'

'We do not speak about them tonight,' Sihtric laughed, 'it's just us again for once, my darling.'

'Just us,' you hummed with a smile and raked your fingers through his loose, wavy hair, 'it's been far too long since it's been just us, honey.'

'It has,' he agreed and pulled you onto his lap after he sat up, 'we should use this precious time wisely,' he smiled slyly, don't you think?'

'We should,' you chuckled.

You began to slowly loosen the laces of each other's clothes as you kissed tenderly and passionately. His hands squeezed your breasts firmly once freed from your dress while you rocked your hips as you straddled him. His breath was hot when he moaned into your mouth and you felt his excitement grow and press against your folds. It had been too long since you've made love, and tonight you'd be making up for it. Making each other finish not just one time, but at least three times. And maybe a fourth time if you'd both still have the energy for it in the morning, before your kids would return home again and you would have to fight through yet another dark and grey day. 

But at least you felt loved and safe and at home.

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[unohanabbygirl]

Lucerys didn’t die that night in Storms end, instead he was left bloody and defiled, knowing that he would soon to swell with child.

(Moodboard for my fic Hiding in plain sight)

Luke never imagined he would present as an omega, always assured that he would be an alpha just as his mother and Ser Leanor had been. Sometimes he would sneak off from his studies to read tales of strong alpha's, standing tall with the world on their shoulders as they road into war, coming out beloved and victorious.

He wanted that, to be strong and respected. To stand tall in the face of those who thought they could cause harm to others. However, his twelfth name day came and went without any growing pains nor muscles aches, fever or chills.

Nothing.

Jacaerys, who had made both their mother and father proud by presenting as an alpha on his own twelfth name day patted Luke on the back and assured him that his time would soon come. While his mother and daemon soothed his sorrows with comforts only they could provide.

But by the time Luke was fourteen he was still without a second gender, almost unheard of in those with royal blood. The rumors of bastardy and muddled impure blood running through his veins grew stronger as word spread throughout the kingdom that Prince Lucerys was soon approaching five and ten years of age without having presented. It even became a trending topic at court much to prince Aemond’s pleasure.

Luke had become depressed, his already low self esteem dwindled even more so. Many a time had he gone to maester Gerardys to express his concerns as he worried something was wrong with him that needed to be fixed urgently

The older man sighed sadly, upset for the boy he had come to see as his own "Everyone's body is different my prince. I promise that you will become the strong alpha I know you will be when your time comes.”

When Lukes time had finally came, he was unfortunate enough to have been in the wrong place surrounded by the wrong people. Quickly falling into the throws of his first heat with nothing but enemies around him.

"You're wet bastard." Aemond growled in his ear as he ripped off his soiled undergarments.

That had been a little over ten moons ago, now he laid here in the small home he had made his own halfway across Westorss as he cradled his babe. A child with his coloring and the face of the man who took everything from him.

Yet all he felt as he gazed upon his babes chubby face was love.

Luke bent down and rubbed his own cheek against the other’s, soft and warm. “My beautiful Osferth.” He whispered.

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