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levithestripper · 1 year
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“Of course, when the year is up, you could go back to the Danes. But what would you be? Who would you be?”
THE LAST KINGDOM— Leofric and Uhtred of Bebbanburg
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ravenofthefandoms · 1 year
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The Path of the Bear
Word Count: 2690 (nice)
Pairing: Leofric x Reader
Characters: Leofric of Wessex, Uthred Ragnarson/Uthred of Bebbanburg (brief), Mildreth (brief), Iseult (mentioned), King Peredur (mentioned)
A/N: First TLK post! They gave us a sassy, badass warrior that is absurdly large and slightly too old for me and since that’s exactly my type, I had to write about him. I want to make this a series as well, but I’m gonna start my Beric request after this and then my modern!Aemond fic/series to be hopefully. Also also, there’s a Grenn x reader sitting in my drafts rn. FYI, in this one I use italics for thoughts, which is new for me, so tell me if you like it! Also, I mention Grian who is, according to my five minute on Google, a Celtic/pre-Christian goddess of the sun, and specifically the winter sun. Since reader is Iseult’s sister in this, I imagine she would be a pagan, just not a Danish one.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. They belong to Bernard Cornwell and the producers of The Last Kingdom. I do not own any gifs used. They belong to their original creators.
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The farmstead you had been camping near for the past few weeks was quiet. There was only one man who you ever saw near the house, and sometimes a woman was with him. Workers tended the fields and took care of the animals nearby, but they were always too busy with their daily chores to notice. You did not necessarily need to hide yourself well, typically just spending your days in the woods foraging or hunting if you could and your nights sleeping in the barn on the grounds. Once the workers all left for home after their day, the farmstead was empty save for the animals you roomed with.
It was not luxury and it was nothing like the life you grew up with. The life you had up until two months ago almost felt like a sweet dream. There was much of it you missed, like your sister and a day filled with nothing but chores and gossip. Then your sister left, married off to some king in Cornwalum for her skills as a gwarch. A mother’s gift, as your own mother called it. Something she inherited from her mother, who received it from her mother, and so on. Only you did not receive it. Your older sister, Iseult, did and she was quite powerful. Her bride price was very valuable, more valuable than you could have ever dreamed of bringing to your family. That did not stop your father’s efforts. It took two more years for him to find someone who would pay a good bride price for you. The day he told you that he found you a husband was the day you ran.
The bleating of the ewe drew you from your thoughts. A small smile formed on your lips as she stared at you, annoyed that you were laying in one of her favorite spots. You could not blame her. The hay was a nest, keeping you comfortable. “I can make room for you, but I will not move.”
Scooting over, you grinned and patted the ground next to you, as though she could understand your jest. Instead, the ewe seemed to glare at you before settling down in another little nest on the other side. Shaking your head, you settled back down into your little nest of hay before closing your eyes and drifting off into a dreamless sleep. 
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You awoke early, as you have done everyday since you started sleeping in the barn. The workers woke early too, so you needed to leave the barn before any discovered you in your attempts to hold the sheep. 
The trek back into the forest was quick, your surroundings becoming easier for you to manuever. Your first stop was the brook that ran through the country side. The cold water helped to pull you from the last of your sleep, waking you completely. You wanted to bathe soon, but you had not followed the brook far enough to find a spot deep enough. Instead, you began to forage for food, checking the traps you had set, smiling to yourself when two of your traps had successfully captured two rabbits. Two was too much to eat for just one meal but it would be just fine if you cooked them both now. Starting a fire later would not be smart, the workers on their way home would be more likely to see it.
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Night begins to fall, watching from a ridge as workers began to go home. Once they were all gone, you snuck your way into the barn quickly, the final rays of sunlight twinkling through the trees. The sheep and the cows were in their stalls, along with a few new horses. You looked through a crack in the wall towards the hut. There was light coming from the house, but you did not worry. Surely it was just the lord and his wife who lived here. 
It was easy to shrug it off as you made your way to a spot towards the back of the barn, where you could watch the doors with ease. As you tore into your rabbit, your mind drifted back to the last days you had with your sister. 
You had wept as your elder sister held you, learning that she was leaving soon, and you were not prepared for the separation. Though you were 18 years old at the time, she was the only one who took care of you, loved you. She was always so gentle with you and always understanding. When her gifts came to her, she became your family’s jewel. Your parents preened over her constantly, your mother nurturing your sister’s gift. The work paid off and your sister’s abilities were soon sought after. It was a long time before they were sold. During that time, your sister taught you what she could, more about healing and herbs than seeing. When she did go into the woods to see, you went with her. Silence was kept between you, but you helped her as much as you could.
The last thing she said to you will always ring through your ears. “We will meet again, sweet sister.” She tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “But you cannot marry, not who father chooses. You simply need follow the bear. He will bring you back to me.” You nodded through your sniffles, holding onto her as tightly as you could. Moonlight shone on the two of you, raven hair shimmering beneath it. 
Two years later and you still had not found the bear that was meant to lead you. Though you were also not entirely sure how a bear would take you to your sister. Nonetheless, you trusted her sight and would be ready to follow.
The creak of the barndoor snapped you from your reverie. A tall shadow appeared and you cursed, scrambling to a stall. The resting cow looked up at you, lowing  as you approached in a crouch. You held your breath, drawing the dagger that you had tied to your waist. “Who’s in here?” A deep voice called, the signature hiss of a sword drawn from its sheath following, “I saw you. Come back out.” You cursed again before swinging out again, taking a low stance with your blade.
The man was much closer than you expected, with a torch sitting in a sconce between you. The flickering light revealed the scarred, though quite handsome, face of a very tall man. “What are you doing here?” His blade was level, though he did not appear to be very worried.
“Sleeping. The sheep make good company.” He scoffed at your answer. “What are you doing here?” You straightened slightly from your stance, trying to relax the tension. It was quite obvious to you that this bear of a man would have no trouble disarming you, let alone killing you. But there was still a chance you could talk your way out of it.
“The same, by invitation of the lord of this farmstead. Don’t think I can say the same for you,” he stated. You answered only with a shrug. “If I put away my blade, you will as well.” It was not a question, but you nodded your agreement anyways. He began to sheath his sword and you rose, putting your own blade away. “Been here long? Seem to know the locals quite well.” He nodded to the barn animals who had returned to their resting.
Another shrug from you. “A few months. They cried when I tried to leave.” He chuckled at that, looking you up and down.
“What’s your name?” You turned to look at the ground where the rest of your rabbit laid, tossed in your panic to hide. A beat of silence as you picked it up, brushing the hay and dirt from it before taking another bite.
“So many questions. I thought Saxons were supposed to be Christians and gentlemen.” You held out the rabbit to him, a peace offering. Despite having already eaten himself, he accepted.
“I’m deciding if I should tell the lord that you are here. He is not happy, and I do not think you would wish to cross paths with him this night.” There was a small twinkle of mirth in his eyes despite the serious sound of his words.
“(Y/N). Of Cornwalum. You?” He raised a brow. A Briton was not something he had expected to see in Liscumb but here you stood. 
“Leofric of Wessex. Can’t save I’ve met a Briton before.” He tossed the rabbit back to you before moving to sit in what looked to be a decently comfortable pile of hay. “How’d you get out here?” 
You finished the last bit of rabbit before tossing it into one of the back corners of the barn. “I walked, mostly. Ran a little bit. Even got to ride a horse for a while. Though the horse and the running were on the same day.” He chuckled at the mischievous grin on your face. “What is a warrior of Wessex doing sleeping in his lord’s barn?”
Leofric’s eyes followed you as you paced slowly, more out of boredom than nerves. He couldn’t look away, even if he wanted to. Here you were, silver-tongued and beautiful, with full hips that were hugged by the pants you wore and alluring eyes that seemed to call to him from the very depths of his soul. For a man like Leofric, you were a sight to feast on. Though a God-fearing man, the ancient and arcane feeling that washed through him when he met your eyes had him questioning. “It’s my lord’s wedding night.” He smirked at you slightly. “I cannot say that I wish to be privy to it.” His eyes flicked back up after their southward expansion when you stopped, sights locking on each other. There was a beat of pregnant pause.
“Then do not worry, Leofric of Wessex. You shall have a silent night to rest.” A twinkle mirroring his own caused the great warrior’s heart to falter a moment. Though not entirely unfamiliar, the stutter was not something he had felt in quite a long time. With a final small smirk gracing your lips, you slipped into one of the nearby stalls where you were met with a small bleat of an ewe. “I told you, they missed me.” A soft chuckle was met to that.
“If you are to hold the sheep for warmth, then whom should I?” His flirtatious words made you grin, though he could not see it.
You responded without missing a beat. “The cow seemed lonely.” He gave another bark of laughter at this, and you couldn’t help the small laugh you let out. Laying down, you made yourself cozy in the bed of hay. Snow was falling that night, and a freezing wind blew through the cracks of the barn. A shiver ran through your body as you tucked your knees into your chest, another attempt to keep the warm in. After a while of silence, you were able to finally fall into blissful sleep.
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Grian emerged from her slumber and the early rays of her light began to illuminate the sky. Your eyes fluttered open with a yawn following quickly. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before rising quietly. Soft snores carried from the other side of the barn, affirming that the man from last night, Leofric, was still in the barn though sound asleep. With a final stretch, you stood and made your way out of the stall. Leofric leaned against the wall in the same place as last night, his head fallen to the side in his slumber. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you looked down at him. Such soft and small noises from a man so big were nothing short of amusing. 
Quickly and quietly, you slipped from the barn. The gray dawn of morning held the chill of the long winter night. Soon, you were free, traipsing through the woods as you began your day.
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It wasn’t long after you left before Leofric woke. In fact, the soft knock of the barndoor closing was what roused him. It took a moment for him to truly wake, but when he did, he shot to his feet. Leofric took a few partially stumbling steps towards the door before yanking it open. To his dismay, you had disappeared before he could call out your name. The slight ache in his heart had nothing to do, he told himself, with the fact that you left before saying goodbye or anything else. 
With a sigh, he shut the barndoor again and leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes as he waited for the fog within his head to abate. One breath, two and then he righted himself. She would have been a good hump, he thought to himself almost forlornly. Deciding to give no further thought to it, he exited the barn and started for the hut where he hoped to find something to break his fast.
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The day passed as any other, Grian warming the sky as much as she could. Her journey across the sky was unmarked yet unchanged, descending the same as it had ascended. As night fell, Leofric thanked Mildreth for the dinner in his hands, ready to make his quick escape to the barn. Pale dusk began to settle outside and, standing in the doorway, he could’ve sworn he saw a figure disappear near the barn. The air in the room was a bit… tense between Mildreth and Uhtred, but not in the way they had been when he yelled at her the day before. This was the tenseness of a wedding night, and Leofric had no intentions to find out if he was right.
“You do not wish to sleep in the house, Leofric?” Mildreth inquired politely.
“No, lady. The sheep will be missing me.” Uhtred snorted with laughter, eying his friend mischeivously. 
“Taking extra with you tonight, Leofric?” There was a gleam in Uthred’s gaze that reminded Leofric of why he had wanted to knock a tooth or two out of the arseling’s gleeful smile when they first met. “Worked extra hard today, I hope.”
Leofric glared at the arseling, tilting his head at the playful challenge. “Aye lord, I did. So hard, in fact, that I think I deserve this as well.” The taller man grabbed the horn of ale from Uthred’s hands before taking a long swig. “Well, I’ll bid you good night lady, arseling.” He gave them a curt nod before making his way to the barn.
Opening the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see you sitting across from where he had slept. “Missed the sheep?” he questioned teasingly.
“Aye. The one in the back, I’ve decided to call her Veldicca. She has been too great of company for anything else.” You were lying, of course. What you should have done was find somewhere else, gone anywhere else, but you didn’t. You came right back to this barn, and the reason for your return was now sitting across from you. 
Leofric chuckled as he stretched out his long legs in front of him. Grabbing one of the extra chunks of bread that he had taken at dinner, he tossed it to you. “Have you been thinking of me, Leofric of Wessex?” A shiver ran down his spine at the teasing tone of your voice. 
“Not at all.” Lie. You have haunted my thoughts all day. “I was extra hungry tonight, but I will be a gentleman and share my food with the lovely lady.” He gave you a small wink, which only made you return it with a small smirk.
You opened your mouth for a retort when the barndoor opened. Startled, the both of you jumped to your feet, hands flying to the pommels of weapons. “Leofric, I wanted to tell yo-...” Uthred stood in the doorframe, his words faltering mid-sentence when his eyes landed on you. A confused and somewhat concerned look graced his features, eyes flicking between you and Leofric. “Who is this?”
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raptor-one · 2 years
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Little Osferth hanging out with uncle Leofric!
(This request comes from @lllostgirlll who asked for these two! Thanks for the request!!)
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lllostgirlll · 2 years
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Being a part of a relatively small fandom and your favorite character’s fan base is even SMALLER is one of the seven circles of hell
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witchthewriter · 5 months
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝'𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
Warnings: violence
a/n: nsfw included (ha duh)
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
ESFP
Gryffindor
Neutral Good
Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
・Trusting other's wasn't easy for Uhtred. Well, until a person saves his life.
・It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. The decision was easy to make. With four men against thirty, it was more than an unequal fight.
・Standing out of sight, you grabbed one of your silver-tipped arrows and aimed.
・The leader of the large group of men faltered in his step. His gaze trying to locate the source of the arrow, which had landed exactly where he was about to step.
"Hiding is cowardice," the man bellowed. His thick furs unable to hide his fear.
With a raised eyebrow you huffed, not taking the obvious bait.
・You saw one of the men raise a dagger and as he was about to throw it, you released another arrow. Straight into his shoulder.
・Then the fighting started. It only took ten minutes for it to stop.
・You didn't just have great aim with an arrow, you were deadly with daggers as well.
・Now years later, you're found by Uhtred's side. Where he goes, you go. There isn't an issue with him bringing you along on his travels - he knows you can look after yourself.
・A favourite of Finan's, Osferth's & Sihtric's. As you were the only person Uhtred would listen to. Truly listen to.
・And allow himself to be told off by.
・So the three men think you are some sort of powerful being.
・Osferth actually had a bit of a crush on you for a while. Whenever you spoke to him, he would blush.
・Finan and Sihtric teased him relentlessly, and Uhtred overheard them one evening. But he was not jealous. Not in the slightest.
・Osferth nearly died on the spot when he heard Uhtred speaking though.
"I think anyone could fall in love with them. They make it so easy."
・However, it did take a while for Uhtred to tell you about his past. A long, long while. It came in little packages. As if he couldn't say too much at once.
・Showing emotion wasn't one of his great strengths
・But gods forbid if anything happened to you
・There was a time that you had been kidnapped and he nearly tore himself apart trying to find you. All logical thinking had disappeared.
・He knew he couldn't live without you, but knowing that it was a possibility, hit him like a physical blow.
・You are his heart, the person that he always wants to be around. There is no him, without you.
・For years he did not know what his destiny was.
・But now he knows.
・It's you.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Overly arrogant, flirty (Uhtred) x Absolutely unfazed (You)
"Give me attention." (Uhtred) x "If the world knew you were like this, they'd be shocked." (You)
"Wtf did you do now?" (You) x "It was an accident!" (Uhtred)
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
You Save His Life & He Could Not Get You Out Of His Head
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Lívstræðrir by John Lunn, Eivør
𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.
・Uhtred is a giving and passionate lover. As soon as you get time to yourselves, his hands are holding you tight against him. Lips attached to yours in a firm and feverish kiss.
・Behind closed doors is where you see Uhtred's full abilities.
・It's not as if he cannot please you while travelling, it's that he cannot reach the limits that he can when he's able to be fully naked and without interruption.
・At home, with the warm glow of the fire in your joint chamber, he shows you how much he loves you.
・Your naked form underneath his, chest to chest, heart's beating in the same rhythm.
・If you've been apart for a long time, then Uhtred cannot keep his hands off of you, nor can he endure your clothing. Sex is rougher, slightly quicker, but that doesn't mean once is enough.
・No, once is never enough for Uhtred.
・There never goes a night without him at least making you cum. Thrice.
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I think of baby monk this happened .. yeah I don't know why..
I think he cares about him..
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dailytlk · 5 months
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SAXON HEROES: LEOFRIC the last kingdom 1x08
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northbndtrain · 4 months
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The Last Kingdom, Season 1, Episode 7
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bagheerita · 8 months
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synintheraven · 9 months
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Here's all the edits nobody asked for from season 1 I did and drew so far 👉👈
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levithestripper · 1 year
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“I am his, and he is mine. From this day, until the end of our days.”
THE LAST KINGDOM— Leofric and Uhtred of Bebbanburg
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underragingwaves · 1 year
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THE LAST KINGDOM ∞ 1x06 Uhtred catches the eye of a lovely pagan queen, and his band of raiders becomes mercenaries for a Cornish king. But he soon faces the fury of Alfred.
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raptor-one · 2 years
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Bullying Aethelwold hours
(Based on this post !)
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lllostgirlll · 2 years
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I loved @errruvande’s version so much I made my own
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( @kingslionheart @solinarimoon @morosemagick @pupzbitez @silentsihtric @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie-deactivat @rivers-for-me as always let me know if you want to be tagged/un-tagged 😊❤️) ((also lmk if you want me to make one with your fav tlk character maybe?))
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skatingthinandice · 1 year
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arseling awards + saxon of the year
you will remember my great friend, leofric. a warrior and a saxon to the bone.
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witchthewriter · 18 days
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𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: knife flirting, a bit nsfw but not much
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
ISTP
Hufflepuff
Neutral Good or Lawful Good
Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
・I'm going to be completely honest. He hated the thought of you going into battle, or going near any sort of danger.
・He was your protector, he was the one to make sure you were okay, that you were safe.
・But you wanted to be able to keep yourself safe, as well as anyone else that needed your help
・Uhtred was enamored by you; not only did you have the attitude of a warrior, but you could pull almost anything off.
"If you don't marry her Leofric, I definitely will."
・That earned a slap on the back of the head to the Dane/Saxon
・But that did bring on a whole lot of insecurities for Leofric. He definitely thought he wasn't good enough for you. That he wasn't good looking enough. Didn't have the right social standing for you.
・For a long time you thought he didn't like you
・However, you were used to it, with being a warrior woman
・Men felt emasculated by you. Even by looking at you. You didn't wear skirts.
・This, this, this , this and this were/are your daily attire. Depending on your day and what is going on etc.
・Leofric is a very sweet man. Well, he is to you. There's nothing he will deny you.
・Honestly, this man goes along with whatever you say (mostly to keep you out of trouble).
・He smiles a lot more when he's around you. Uhtred brought it up once; it was that moment that Leofric realised he was truly in love with you.
・Uhtred is your best friend. You bicker with each other every time you're together.
・Leofric kept himself from you for a long time because he thought you were with Uhtred. That you were 'his woman.'
・When you heard that you choked on your ale.
"The hell I am! I'd rather pluck out my eye balls then be his woman."
・You knew Uhtred's arrogance, and saw him like a brother. A purely platonic relationship.
・When Leofric found out that you liked him. He instantly denied it.
"No, no, she doesn't feel that way. No."
・Uhtred was like cupid trying to get you two together
・And when he was successful; Leofric and you, became inseparable. Whenever you were pulled away to do your duties, it felt like a piece of you was missing.
・When Leofric didn't have you in his company, he felt lost. He felt sad. You were the light in his life. The only thing he truly cared about.
・Some people rose their eyebrows at you; some even going as far to say something. But you both shut that shit down immediately.
・Just a girl and her bodyguard.
・A woman and her large shadow.
・Leofric wanted to marry you as soon as possible. To tie himself to you in the eyes of his Lord and country.
・He wanted everyone to know you two were together.
・The proposal was very sweet, romantic - just the two of you.
・The ring was his mother's, nothing too flashy. But an heirloom all the same.
・You jumped into his arms before he even finished his sentence.
"Yes! Yes you fool! Of course I'll marry you-"
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
The Gomez & Morticia Adams
"Think they'll try us?" (You) x "Fuck I hope so." (Leofric)
"What did I do?" (You) x "Today or in general? Either way it's bad." (Leofric)
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
He Doesn't Think He's Good Enough For Her
Sacrifice and Devotion
Challenging Social Conventions
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Too Sweet by Hozier
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𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞
・Leofric has had some ... experience in this area. He's a man, in his thirties - so of course he has.
・The first time you two had sex together was very rushed. It didn't start off that way though.
・The kiss had started off slow and steady.
・The second you pulled back, thinking it was a mistake, he pulled you back in. A hand on the back of your head and the other gripping the back of your shirt.
・Making sure you were completely pressed against him. Reminding himself that you were in his arms. That you felt the same way.
・Normal sex with Leofric is slow and sensual. He likes to take his time with foreplay; touching you everywhere he can. Sucking on your neck, massaging your breasts, sucking, flicking and biting on your nipples
・He doesn't want you to be quiet, Leofric wants to hear you moan. He needs to hear it.
・The thing that has become an obsession in his mind is the thought of fucking you. Making love to you. Eating you out. Ploughing into you for hours, making you a sweaty mess.
"You had enough? Aye?" He'd say in between thrusts. Making you mewl beneath him. Grabbing whatever you could to ground yourself.
"Mmmm," was all you could come out with. The ability to talk had been fucked out of you long ago.
He chuckled, low and gutteral, "one more round love, you can go one more round."
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