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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Trying to Ignore The Last Kingdom Men’s Advances Would Include:

For the past several weeks that Uhtred and his men have resided with you as they hid, you’ve been trying your hardest to keep the men from the young ladies when you should’ve been looking after yourself. Sister Mary had her hands full being an elder nun who often sheltered young ladies who were in need of repairing their reputation wherever they came from.

You yourself were not a nun but one that enjoyed the sheltered life and helping out others. As sister Mary would state, “might as well take the sacred oath.”

It never occurred to you that since Uhtred and his men arrived that he always tended to flock to your side. It caught you off guard that one of your girls nudged you and subtly gestured in Uhtred’s direction that you understood what she was hinting at.

Uhtred had his eyes on you. Not a lustful look but one with keen interest that scared you even more. Once dinner was over Uhtred was the one that volunteered to help you clean. You could feel him staring, making your hands shake in nervousness.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asked with the biggest smile on his face.

“I don’t very much appreciate the way you look at me the way you do. It is inappropriate.”

“It’s hard not to look considering you are very beautiful. Where else am I supposed to place my attention? Certainly not on sister Mary.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh and tried covering your mouth with your hand once sister Mary looked over trying to oversee that nothing of sin occurred in her household. You cleared your throat and waited until the attention was away from you both.

“Flattery can only get you so far my lord Uhtred.”

He placed his hand over yours before taking the dirty bowls from your hands. “It’ll take me far enough.”

Uhtred and his men made it inside the alehouse. It was hard to ignore the group of men especially when they all looked over to where you stood and ended up pushing Finan to where you were.

Finan certainly was no stranger to the alehouse. You and him often chatted igniting the spark that you both felt but never acted on. You were a barmaid from a little town and he was a warrior that was constantly traveling.

It went nothing beyond the casual flirting whenever he came here. After serving him and his companions all night Finan had dragged you away from prying eyes.

“Come away with me.”

You looked at him and chuckled. It was so sudden that you thought he was joking.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“I haven’t. I swear on my life that you needn’t want for anything.”

The smile on your face dropped knowing he was serious. No one had ever offered to take you away from this place. It was all you’ve ever known but still, you would deny it.

“This is my home.”

“Take a look around. This place offers you nothing but little coin to get by. Come with me and you’ll see the world. Beautiful places beyond what you can imagine. Isn’t that your dream? To see the world? You can see it with me.”

Apprehension filled you. There was nothing more you wanted than to see the world with Finan but you hardly knew the man besides seeing him now and then. You saw men every day of your life at the alehouse and heard how they spoke. All men ever wanted was to bed women and move on. There was no commitment to anything.

Finan held onto your hands.

“If your fear is that I’ll abandon you, I won’t. I’ll swear it on my lucky sword.”

“Finan,” you whispered.

He unsheathed his sword and knelt down on the floor raising his sword up to you with both hands. “I Finan swear to you that I will honor my word. I will keep you safe and never lie.”

Your heart felt incredibly full like never before.

“Okay.”

Finan’s whole face seemed to light up at your answer.

“You need to stop with all the gifts and coins.” You stated giving Sihtric a serious look when all he was doing was smiling.

“I only wish to provide for you.”

“Why must you do so? I’ve done nothing to deserve such kindness nor your affection. It must stop now. I have children that I must take care of. I don’t have time to get into something that isn’t meant to be.”

He cocked his head to the side regarding your words. He didn’t seem bothered or phased by what you said. No, he looked more determined than ever.

“You think that’s going to stop me from pursuing you? Then you’re sorely mistaken.”

He took a step forward that made you hold your hands up to stop him.

“I have children Sihtric.” You spoke hoping that would deter him just as it did to other men.

“I love children.”

“They don’t very much care for strangers.”

“I’m very entertaining. I carry a sword and have plenty of stories to tell from my adventures. I think that’s enough to capture their attention.”

“You travel constantly. Even if you were to be in their lives they would miss you immensely.”

You were reaching by this point. Anything to try to distance yourself from this man starting to invade your life and into your heart.

“No matter where I go or for how long I will always find my way back to you. That’s a promise and I’m not one for breaking my promises once I’ve made one.”

Osferth barged through the doors of the church in what seemed to be a hurry. He breathed heavily and his eyes widened when he saw you smiling back at him amused by his actions.

He cleared his throat. You tried to hide your smile by biting your lip. You found Osferth to be cute and his nervousness around you was amusing.

“Pardon the intrusion, my lady. I was hoping to see father Beocca or Hild.”

“Neither are here but I am if you need anything.”

He looked down and shuffled his feet.

“I’m afraid it’s private.”

You smiled even more. Osferth was more than welcomed to confide in you after all you were the apprentice of Hild herself.

“Your in God’s house among friends. I’m offering guidance if you’ll allow me to.”

He seemed to debate it then sat down next to you visibly gulping.

“I’m afraid my thoughts have been impure as of late.”

His honesty caught you off guard at first. It was so unlike Osferth to have any impure thoughts considering he was one of the nicest and humblest of men you’ve ever met.

“Impure in what way?”

“I know I’ve made an oath to God when I was young but now there’s a part of me that is beyond my control.” You nodded and allowed him the time to continue. “There’s this woman whom is quite beautiful and whenever I’m around her I want to act on these urges I’ve been having.”

You took a deep breath trying to settle your own thoughts. Could this woman he speaks of possibly be you? It was bad to think so but you so badly wanted it to be.

“How far do these desires go?”

“All I want is to kiss her but in my dreams I’m,” he gulped before licking his lips. “Doing more than that. Then I wake up, inflamed, in need of relieving myself all the while my thoughts are of her still.”

“This woman in question,” you inquired. “Is she aware of your thoughts?”

He silently turned his head and looked right at you. “Now she does.”

Now it was your turn to appear as nervous as you felt. It felt as if your heart was leaping out of your chest and your body was hot all over. He was now looking at your lips and like a trance both of you closed the space between your bodies until your lips met.

It was all new and foreign to both of you. Purely from watching others embrace their lovers you parted your lips allowing his tongue to invade yours. His hand grazed your leg reaching higher.

It was all escalating until someone cleared their throat loudly. That’s when Osferth jumped from his seat and stood up clearly not helping the situation with his apparent erection appearing from beneath his robes. He seemed to notice it too and folded his hands before himself.

It was Hild who had walked in on you both but she stood quiet. Now judging with her eyes which to you seemed just as worse.

Osferth’s cheeks reddened. He quickly looked over at you before he departed past Hild who you knew would reprimand you later.

#Uhtred #Finan #Sihtric #Osferth #Uhtred x reader #Finan x reader #Sihtric x reader #Osferth x reader #Uhtred imagine #Finan imagine #Sihtric imagine #Osferth imagine #Uhtred drabble #Finan drabble #Sihtric drabble #Osferth drabble #The Last Kingdom

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lordavanti · 1 year

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Unexpected affection

Osferth x reader

Summary: Uthred arrived to pick up his children and bring them to safety. But are they really that safe with him and the others? Osferth noticed your tension over it and tries to reassure you. But his intentions are not for the safety of the children, they are to keep you out of harms way.

Words: 1177 Warnings: Fluff Tags: @ladyangelcry

You were so used to caring for these children that you couldn’t let them go with some savage men. You respected Uhtred, he trusted you to take care of his daughter and such, but in the end, they were warriors. They knew nothing of how to comfort a child. After getting Aelfwynn to sleep you went back downstairs, watching the men discuss things around the fire. You understood why they were here, the one thing you didn’t understand was why Uthred would put them in more danger by taking them with him. ‘Y/n?’ You startled up out of your thoughts and looked aside to Osferth. ‘Can I get you anything?’ You asked him while heading outside for some more wood. With his hands tucked away in his breastplate he followed you. ‘No,’ he paused while following you to the wood pile. ‘You seem troubled.’ He then continued. You grabbed a log and placed it up right before taking the axe and swinging it. Osferth didn’t stop you. You had only met him a few times and every time he managed to get to you. Maybe it was his kindness, that calm look in his eyes. From all of them, he seemed less a warrior.

‘I’m fine.’ You reacted, not giving him a look as you placed the next log before you. ‘You don’t seem fine.’ He noticed. You started swinging but stopped yourself angrily, blocking the axe with your hand. You hissed as the little speed it had clashed with the palm of your hand. You looked down at the fine cut it had caused. ‘Let me see.’ Osferth stated, reaching out as he took your hand. ‘This is your fault.’ You muttered, pulling a face as he flattened your hand. He looked at you, a light smile on his lips. ‘Why is that?’ He asked. ‘You distracted me.’ ‘I was merely concerned. Let me take care of that.’ He gestured towards the house. You signed and followed him inside. He grabbed a cloth and some fresh water as you sat down in the room furthest away from the others. Osferth joined you, he put the cloth in some water before he carefully put it on the wound. You bit your tongue as you watched your hand. ‘What is on your mind?’ He asked again. ‘I care for these children. I’m afraid that we only put them in more danger by pulling them away here.’ You spilled. Osferth looked away from your hand and studied your face. ‘It’s no longer safe here.’ He stated. ‘Yes, but do they have to travel with all of you, no offense, you are great warriors but these children need something different.’ You protested. Osferth started smiling and you gave him a confused look. ‘You grew fond of them.’ ‘Wouldn’t you?’ You asked. He nodded as he looked back down and cleaned the cut further out. But he didn’t say a thing, he didn’t even manage to make eye contact. ‘Osferth?’ You paused him by turning your hand and laying it on his wrist. ‘I’m not so much worried for the children,’ he said without looking up at you. ‘as I am for you.’ Now he looked up, leaving you completely speechless and confused. ‘I can manage myself.’ You softly said. ‘I can see that.’ He pointed down to your hand. There was something of unease in his eyes. He focussed his attention on a dry fabric he tear apart to bind your wound. ‘You don’t want me to come.’ You finally concluded. ‘I rather don’t.’ He nodded as he carefully turned your hand again, laying the fabric on the cut before wrapping it up. ‘So you want to leave the children with a bunch of savages as yourself?’ You asked heatedly. You pulled your hand back and shook your head. ‘You can barely take care of yourselves, let alone three kids. Forget it.’ You got up and left the room before he even could answer that. But as you lay awake that night you realized he didn’t say it for those reasons, he said it because he wanted you safe. He said it because he cared for you. But he was a monk, he couldn’t care. He shouldn’t.

The next day all of your focus laid on making sure the kids would have enough to eat during their travels. You stocked a little carriage with bread, water, and some different kinds of fruit and cheese. The cut in your hand did his part as well as it constantly reminded you of the conversation with Osferth. You were wrapping up some bread as he showed up. You didn’t look at him, you didn’t greet him, you just continued your work. ‘Are you mad?’ He asked. You signed before looking up at him. ‘I’m confused.’ You corrected him. ‘Why?’ He seemed generally confused so you laid down the bread and turned to him. ‘Why don’t you want me to come?’ You asked him directly. For a moment he just looked at you, measuring your expressions before he started talking. ‘I care for you.’ ‘You just met me Osferth.’ You protested immediately. He opened his mouth before he took a step closer to you. ‘We have seen each other plenty. And I have never met a more extraordinary woman like you. Your smile just,’ he paused, realizing where he was heading with this. You could only look at him, surprised, completely knocked down from your feet. ‘You’re a monk.’ You slowly stated on which he started laughing. ‘You really think after all that time with Finan and Sithric that I’m still,’ he paused again. A virgin, yes? Monks couldn’t get tempted by the flesh. ‘You need prove?’ He asked you with light amusement. You shook your head. But it was too late, he cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Your fingers clutched around his wrists, wanting to stop him but not being able to. His lips were soft, kind almost like he was. You relaxed under the pressure as you lightly opened your lips to his. How many women did he kiss to kiss this good? When he pulled back you only blankly looked at him. ‘I,’ You didn’t even know what to say as he tenderly smiled at you. ‘If you want to come fine, but let me protect you?’ He asked. His hand still laid around your face, your hands still on his wrists. You slowly nodded as you let go of him. He nodded as well before he let go of you and turned to leave the room. ‘Osferth,’ you called after him. He turned, giving you a questioning look. ‘Thank you.’ You thanked him quietly. ‘For what?’ ‘For reassuring me these children will be taken care of.’ You answered. ‘Is that all?’ He asked. A smile jumped on your lips when he referred to the kiss. ‘It was a pleasant experience.’ You nodded. He chuckled before turning and walking away. You had always liked him, he just brought that liking to a whole other level.

#The last kingdom #The last kingdom fic #osferth #osferth drabble #Osferth x reader #Osferth tlk #tlk #baby monk #Osferth fic #lordavanti #The last kingdom x reader

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silens-oro · 7 months

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Sin

Osferth x f!reader

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Synopsis: Some teasing on the road. Word Count: 516 Content Warning: Some talks of humping, but this is pure fluff.

AN: I've been absent from this blog for a very long time and wanted to write a quick drabble to get me back on track with my other open fics. Osferth and his silly lil haircut are a good place to start.

This blog is 18+ only

The Last Kingdom requests are OPEN

“You’re tellin’ me that our fiercest maiden to grace our presence hasn’t humped you yet?” Osferth’s face turned beet red at Finan’s question.

“The monk remains pure, Finan.” You called back over your shoulder with a laugh. “I do not wish to be the reason his soul suffers in -what did you call it, Osferth?” You asked with a snap of your fingers, “-Ah! The flames of eternal damnation,” You looked to a blushing Osferth who merely nodded with his head down, trying hard not to laugh lest he be smited by God himself.

You winked at Osferth when his eyes met yours before you turned forward once more.

“He has his reasoning,” You shrugged, “and I respect him for it. Not every man has the will to stave off the serpent of temptation, Finan. You least of all.” You teased.

“Eternal damnation?” Finan wrapped his arm around Osferth’s neck and pulled him close to speak into his ear. “You’d be witnessing the gardens of Eden, Baby Monk. The second best wonder next to the Pearly Gates,” He led Osferth’s gaze to your strong backside as you walked ahead of them none the wiser. The men’s eyes met each other once more, identical grins overtaking their features.

“That is your devil talking into your ear, Osferth,” Uhtred chuckled beside you, joining in. He glanced back. “Do not fall for his tricks.” Osferth signed the cross on his chest but the smile never left his face.

“I don’t know, Uhtred,” You started, “what is life without a little bit of sin?”

“Boring,” Sihtric called back with a chuckle. You gave him a pointed look in agreeance.

“Exactly!” You exclaimed, walking a few more paces before you turned back to Osferth and continued on, “One of these days I will bewitch you, Osferth. It is not a matter of if…but a matter of when.” The men hooted and hollered at the monk’s expense, but the teasing was all in good fun. You sent him a soft smile and another wink before turning back to keep up with Uhtred.

Osferth’s eyes never left you and neither did the smile on his lips.

“You’re thinkin’ about it too much, Baby Monk.” Finan coached Osferth.

“I know she is just jesting.” He spoke softly with a sigh. “I could never be worthy of her gaze, let alone her touch.” Finan pulled Osferth to a stop. Sihtric gave them both a look as he passed them. “And it would be a sin to act on those urges even if they were reciprocated.”

“The fiercest woman in the entirety of the Heptarchy has her sights set on you, whether you can believe it or not. She’s never given any of us sad sacks the time of day, but she extends herself to you. That’s got to count for something?”

Osferth thought for a moment. He looked to you once more, laughing at something Uhtred said before punching him on the arm.

“She is a sight to behold.” Osferth breathed with a lovesick look overtaking him as he continued on, leaving Finan to watch with his jaw dropped in gleeful shock.

#osferth x reader #tlk imagine #the last kingdom imagine #osferth imagine #drabble #the last kingdom #ewan mitchell imagine #fluff #x reader

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unohanabbygirl · 1 year

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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.

#lucemond #a/b/o #aemond x lucerys #omegaverse #osferth #First time making a moodboard and im actually happy with it #just a lil drabble

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tlkfaerie · 8 months

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MASTERLIST

Last Updated: 07/09/23

The Last Kingdom

Trouble (sihtric smut)

Celebrations (sihtric smut)

Impossible (sihtric x reader x finan)

Ribbons (finan smut)

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folkloresthings · 1 year

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osferth + his love language of giving. crushing hard on the pretty face he keeps seeing around the town, so he takes it upon himself to collect the wildflowers that grow down by the river and leave them at your door. always finding some kind of trinket to bring back to you after he’s been away with uhtred for a few weeks. giving you his crucifix necklace before going into battle, because “if you have it, i will come back for it”. pestering finan and sihtric to find out where their wives got those jewels for their hair because you would look just ravishing with them. osferth and being reminded of you every time he sees something so he just has to bring it back to you.

#🌙 ﹐ drabbles.#osferth x reader #osferth imagine #the last kingdom imagine #osferth

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mrsarnasdelicious · 1 year

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TLK Christmas - Christmas with BoB!Coccham Four

One the first day of Christmas, Mommah gives her childlings Poly!Feels.

"Oh gods, it smells so fucking good." You groan as you wander into the kitchen. You are last out of bed, as evidenced by your four boyfriends sitting at the kitchen table. Or rather, three. Finan is busying himself with an industrial grade mixer. And he is wearing nothing but a frilly apron.

"Now there is a good Yule gift." You smirk, going over and smacking Finan on his bare arse. The Baker groans lewdly. "A Happy Christmas to you too." He growls, handing you a hug of hot cocoa. "Happy Yule." You get up on your tippy toes to kiss his beardy cheek. He chuckles gently.

You sit at the breakfast table.

"Happy Christmas." Osferth sends you a radiant smile. You put your hand over his. "Happy Yule, sweetling." You cooe. He leans over to kiss you gently. You smile against his lips. Uhtred rubs his foot against your leg under the table. You break away from Osferth and grin at him. "Happy Yule." He says. "You too, my love." You purr. Then you turn to the other man beside you. He is as starkers as Finan. Only Sihtric is not wearing an apron. "That is a Happy Yule for sure." You chuckle. "A very Happy Yule." Sihtric affirms. He leans over to kiss you deeply. You can't help a little moan. Sihtric smirks against your lips.

"Oi, no gettin' mushy over breakfast! Sihtric, put in some boxers." Finan puts a big tray of freshly baked scones on the table. Osferth rises to help him with setting the table. Sihtric swears softly. But he gets up and heads to his attic room all the same to retrieve himself some boxers.

"Maybe you should put on boxers too, Finan. Your apron is pointing." Osferth said casting his eyes to Finan's crotch. The tent there is rather evident. "That still morning wood, or because Sihtric is walking around with his arse out, too?" Uhtred asks. You and Osferth laugh. "I am making you ingrates breakfast." Finan grumbles. "Would that be with or without protein shake." A smug smirk pulls at Uhtred lips. Osferth looks a little scandalised, but you are all but under the table with laughter.

"No, I am saving that for under the mistletoe." Finan points his spatula at the other man. "I don't think Baldr would thank you for that." Sihtric comes back into kitchen. Finan and Osferth both give him a slightly confused look. "Mistletoe is a pagan tradition, babe." Sihtric smirks, holding the most innocent of plants above Finan's head, a tricksy smirk pulling at his lips.

Finan swears and draws the Dane nearer by the front of his boxers. Uhtred wolf whistles and Osferth does his best not to stare.

#tlk #the last kingdom #uhtred x osferth x finan x sihtric x reader #christmas drabble #Band of Beddanburgh AU #uhtred #alexander dreymon #osferth #ewan mitchell #finan #mark rowley #sihtric #arnas fedaravicius

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unusual-raccoon · 1 year

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Modern!Osferth Headcanons

(Plus bonus drabble)

Guess who's rewatching The Last Kingdom for the 63rd time? I'll give you a hint - it's me! Guess who also had the brilliant idea at midnight for a modern babysitter!Osferth x Uhtred idea? Also me.

So, without further adieu, here are some modern!Osferth rambles/headcanons:

Osferth is still devout in his faith. It keeps him sane in a way, it's been a touchstone for most of his life. He's in between jobs and living alone.

He doesn't have much in the way of family. His father got his mother knocked up when she was young, and his father was married.

His mother was sickly and died when he was young.

He spent a lot of time in orphanages/churches under the care of nuns (Has been praying the gay away ever since) until he was taken in by his uncle.

His uncle Leofric, worked as a Prison Officer in London, got stabbed in the neck and killed during a riot when Osferth was only fifteen.

He has a sizable chunk of change in his name from a wealthy father he never knew. (He refuses to touch a dime).

Osferth spent a lot time in soup kitchens (eating & volunteering), spent many a year cutting his own hair to save money (forgive his bowl cuts), and just overall scraping by on odd jobs and the like.

He reconnected with his half-siblings as an adult, or tried to. He and Edward don't really get along (he thinks Edward is a terrible father - not that being a bastard gave him much ground to stand on). He and Aethelflaed absolutely clicked right away.

He is the bestest uncle to Aelfwynn!

Very good with kids, he is a big baby himself at heart, but also super independent because he's used to doing things on his own.

Aethelflaed is super supportive of Osferth (she just think's he's neat) and runs the "Osferth needs a DILF" fanclub

Have I mentioned he is very good w kids, loves trashy romance novels, can cook quite well, is modest about it (secretly thinks he'd be a kick ass housewife)

--- (How he's gotten involved with Uhtred)---

he met Gisela at the soup kitchen - it's a hike for him, but nothing compares to the loving atmosphere.

Was secretly intimidated by her.

Accidentally thought he had fallen in love w her when she showed him pictures of her babies and they made meals together and she asked him about his life - then he realized he has not known motherly affection in a long timeeee ;_;

Gisela would tell him about her lovely little family and how Stiorra was a nightmare to potty train in comparison to her brother

Gisela would show him pictures of the family and he would 'ooh' and 'aah' over pictures of the babies - promptly reminded he is gay when he saw a picture of her husband.

He'd been devastated when he discovered she had passed. She had been to the soup kitchen in a few weeks and he'd sent a few texts to see if she was well, but had merely chalked it up to being a mom of two youngsters.

He misses the funeral service, but figures it was private and reserved for family only.

Osferth, himself, imagined he landed somewhere between a work friend and gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

Still, he kept her in his prayers every night.

They hold a small gathering in the soup kitchen amongst other volunteers that have heard the news of Gisela's passing.

He mourns in his own way, and figures he should be better at it by now.

Still, he manages.

Until he sees Gisela's family walk into the soup kitchen...

Bonus Drabble:

Uhtred is a young, freshly widowed (fuck cancer) single dad to two beautiful children. Young Uhtred (Junior) is four and Stiorra is two. He misses his wife dearly and as a result ends up revisiting many places that remind him of Gisela.

He ends up at a soup kitchen where she often volunteered, the soup kitchen was supported by a local church and while Uhtred had his gripes about Christianity, his wife never did. Gisela loved all people, sometimes with a warm embrace, sometimes with a stern rap of her little knuckles.

The place is small and cramped and he recalls the scent of whatever's being doled into bowls because it used to stick to Gisela's clothes. It's warm in the air and heavy in his lungs, like thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots and his heart aches.

There's a man - well, a boy who doesn't look older than 17, gangly, awkward, flaxen hair that spirals around his head like a halo, bowed as he chats with an older woman while he pours a heaping ladle's worth of soup into her bowl. The boy's face is familiar, vaguely. There's a spot next to him behind the counter where Gisela should've been.

A woman on line lets him ahead with a sympathetic face - the kids are with him, Stiorra held on his hip, her arms around his neck, and Junior holding his hand. He feels mortified, guilty.

Uhtred tries to back away, feeling terribly out of place and mourning every inch of the woman he loved. When the boy behind the counter spots him, his eyes are blue, startlingly blue - it's like a peek of the sky through a blanket of fog. A soft, angular face like looks like it belongs in a Renaissance painting with high cheeks and sharp cheekbones and pink rips.

Someone else waves them over, Junior gets a bowl, Stiorra does too, the woman that serves them tries to give one to Uhtred but he politely declines.

They sit, they eat. He blows on the little spoon for Stiorra and offers a small smile when she demandingly tugs on his hair, squirming, doughy little fist swinging for the spoon. Junior is able to handle eating on his own, like a big boy, (mostly).

Uhtred is cleaning the kids up and preparing to leave when he noticed someone had come over.

"Um, excuse me, sir," A timid voice begins, high and boyish, pale long fingers wring the sleeves of an aged brown sweatshirt, "I don't mean to - a-are you Uhtred?"

Uhtred stares warily at the boy, at his flaxen hair and ears that have since turned pink.

"Yes," He answers flatly, and he instantly feels cruel for the way the young man winces.

The nuance of conversation bypasses the children and Junior's hand springs up with a wave, as he says, "Me too!"

The boy smiles a timid, growing thing - less afraid.

"You volunteer here?" Uhtred asks though he knows the answer. Gisela had spoken of the friend she had made at the soup kitchen, and realizes why the boy's face seemed familiar. He'd never been bothered by it, his Gisela was a lovely woman and charmed many.

"Um, yes, sir, I...do." The boy answers, he swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing along the pale, elegant stretch of his throat.

He casts considerate blue eyes over to the children, to Junior who babbles about wanting to visit Thyra and Beocca, and to Stiorra who is dozing against Uhtred's shoulder...

"I," The boy begins, slim, pale hands listless as he tugs on a loose thread in the sleeve of his sweatshirt, those high sharp cheekbones that appeared chiseled from marble, redden, his lips, his very pink lips twitch with words unspoken, "My deepest condolences."

Gods, how many time had he heard that same sentiment over the weeks since his wife's passing? How many people had meant it? Uhtred's nostrils flare with every breath he struggles to take in and out with the fissure of pain that splits his chest.

He clears his throat roughly. He blinks away tears that makes the earnest blue eyes of the boy standing across from him dance like sapphires.

"Thank you," He says, it's a genuine thing that bubbles up without him meaning for it too. Many people loved Gisela, it was an easy thing to do, but it finally felt as though someone knew. Knew the agony of losing her. Like the sun had been torn from the sky.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, it's Hild. It could be a thousand things, a lapsed permit or zoning issue, the company has had enough hiccups, let alone after the death of his wife.

"I need to-" Uhtred motions to his phone, the boy nods politely.

"Of course," He says instantly in understanding.

He's still holding Stiorra when he stands, it was late and raining and it's too loud inside the hall.

"I can watch them," The boy offers, sort of perking up like a moping flower kissed by sunlight - it only becomes obvious then how tall he is. Rightfully, he should be distrustful. He struggles, but his phone buzzes in his hand another time and Uhtred reluctantly hands his daughter over. He watches as the boy gingerly supports her weight, Stiorra's open mouth drooling on the boy's shoulder. He sways gently with Stiorra in his arms, bending and shifting like a reed in the wind.

"Uhtred?" He hears the boy call gently, "do you think you could help me keep an eye on your sister?"

"I can!" Junior answers eagerly.

"Clever boy," Uhtred can picture his son's wide smile, "I can be so forgetful - Oh goodness, where has she gone?"

"Right there," Junior begins to giggle, "Where? Uhtred are you trying to trick me?"

"There!" Junior squeals in laughter that Uhtred hadn't heard in weeks. It's a balm for his soul.

Uhtred answers Hild's incoming call, the phone pressed to his ear.

"How are you holding up?" Is her first question, he strives to be noncommittal with just about everyone but Hild. So, when he answers, he does so honestly, openly. He can hear the tightness in her throat.

"Did you want me to order something? I can be over in," there's rustle over the speaker, "twenty."

He smiles, he loves her all the more for the effort.

"Not tonight, but soon," He swears. He knows, despite everything he's going through, there are still people in his corner, his sister, Beocca, Hild: his relentless supporters.

"I know you're going to ignore me because you always do-"

"-I do not"

"But, have you considered hiring a sitter?"

"Hild," He sighs, he'd abhorred the idea for a time. His own fragmented upbringing left a general distrust of strangers that was easy to default to under duress.

They bicker for a bit, back and forth was their way and the normalcy alleviates some of the ache in his chest.

He wants to reject the idea of needing help, of shouldering responsibilities alone, of being anyone's burden. He rubs at his eyes, a cool sheen of rainwater on his skin.

Inside the soup kitchen, the scent of thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots is in the air, the warmth in the room fells buttery in the comfort it provides. He can hear his son's voice, laughing, can hear other laughter too.

Stiorra's asleep on the stranger's shoulder. Little hands drowsily clinging to the brown fabric of the sweatshirt.

Hild's voice rattles in his head.

The boy's smile is wide, unbidden, so very youthful. He see's Uhtred and his smile dims, a coy curl of his lips lingers, like an echo, throat bobbing, tongue catching on pink lips, eyes like sapphires still dance.

"Papa!" Junior yelps, delighted, clinging to Uhtred's leg in an instant, "I counted more than Oz!"

"He did, I'm afraid - you're too clever for me." The boy answers, a sheepish way about him, he sways like a reed, right on over to Uhtred's side. Stiorra is very carefully handed over.

"Did you?" Uhtred asks, "How high?"

Junior makes a pensive little face, beside him, the boy, Oz, mouthes fifteen exaggeratedly.

"Oh! All the way up to fifteen!"

"Fifteen?" Uhtred gasps, "Auntie Hild isn't going to believe it."

The children had already been ready to leave before Hild had called and it doesn't take much to tug the lapels of his coat around Stiorra and hold out his hand for Junior.

The boy offers a polite smile, pink mouth pressed together, the scent of thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots hanging on his sweatshirt, a patch of drool on his shoulder where Stiorra had slept.

"Well, um, goodnight." He says eventually, crouches down to bid a separate farewell to Junior. He rummages through the pocket of his sweatshirt, and pulls out a biscuit wrapped in wax paper.

"I nicked this from the kitchens," He admits, Junior looks affronted, scandalized, but the boy laughs, "It was supposed to be my treat for after, but," Junior's eyes go terribly wide, hopeful, "You did count to fifteen - so, I suppose, you've earned it."

"He can't, he's-" Uhtred begins, but that gangly boy looks up at him from the floor with smiling sapphire eyes and pink lips and says "It's gluten-free."

Uhtred feels...odd.

"Are you allergic as well?" He asks as Junior asks endlessly if he can eat his treat now.

The boy flushes, "Er, no, I-" He rises to his full his height smoothly, hands pushed off the faded knees of his jeans, "I grabbed it after I saw you come in, Gis-" His jaw tightened, tendons flutter under the pressure, "Another volunteer mentioned how someone in her family also had Celiac's..."

The odd feeling persists, its pressure, its hands stemming the flow of blood the open wound the passing of wife had left in him.

"Anyway, I-I only wanted to pay my respects," the boy sighs, flaxen head hanging before he offers a small, sad smile.

"Wait." Uhtred calls, his voice carves through the air.

The stranger turns towards him again, fluorescent lights catch on the delicate braid of a golden chain just barely visible around his neck, tendons jump in neck and the chain dances like motes of sunlight.

"What's your name, boy?"

Those pink lips part in a gentle smile.

"Osferth, sir." He answers.

"Osferth," He repeats sagely.

Hild's voice rattles in his head. Uhtred extends his hand and the boy examines it before shaking hands with him. The touch is soft and lingers in his palm like silk.

"Good to finally meet you."

This was just a silly little headcanon/drabble (1.8k still counts as a drabble, right?) idea, but like, idk, i might be tempted to add more?

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sapphiremusings · 24 days

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hiii i created this blog as a place to share my aus/one-shots/drabbles of fictional characters i am horny for 🫶

i do accept submissions and requests, but only for characters i actually want to write about!!! most of them are in the tags, but i’m sure i’ll find new characters to simp for eventually.

this account will be focused mainly on asoiaf/got/hotd, but i will be writing for other characters in other universes!

- autumn 💚

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arcielee · 4 months

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smutty Osferth drabble

Author's Note: Thank you @fatherkoffin for this post, to @liv-cole for adding the amazing gif^^ created by @barbieaemond, and to @poetic-fiasco for making me realize his necklace is a goddamn leash and for beta reading... Your combined efforts created this and had me neglect my other WIPs.💜 Warnings: Osferth x Female!Reader. This is just a smutty drabble filled with religious guilt, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering and grinding goodness. Enjoy!

The sight of you was almost sinful as he watched you pull the cloth from the sudsy basin, following along the length of your arm, your fingers pressing to wipe up the curve and to the back of your neck. Osferh could smell the rosemary and the sage, the lavender and thyme, though it was muted by the wood ash mixture to create the soap.

It still mixed enticingly with the skin that you had bared. The sleeves of your nightdress spilled off the slope of your shoulders, giving view of your dewy cleavage that now air dried.

Osferth swallowed his torment. It was an inviting softness that his eyes could not tear away from, and he felt his blood pumping thick in his veins to below his waist. He shifted, willing himself to pull away and yet…

You had looked back, catching his hooded gaze and the swell of black that now eclipsed the brilliant blue of the priest’s eyes. The red stained his sharp features which made you smile, just the subtle curl of your lips that were silky from the taste of your tongue. You said nothing about his post at the door frame to your sleeping quarters, but instead you turned towards him, ruching your chemise to your hips and spreading your legs for him.

Osferth choked on his breath, now stricken with the vision you made.

His whole life served an atonement for sins that were not his own; his devotion to the Christian God had been decided by the king who would never dare breathe the truth of his relationship to Osferth.

But he managed to find comfort in his circumstance, in the written word ordained. Osferth sought salvation in the repeated mantra of prayers for his faith to continue to grow and that he remained steadfast, selfless, and pure of mind.

This left him in that moment as he watched your fingers dipped between to stroke your bare cunt.

He watched how you blossomed from your own ministrations, how your blood rose to the surface of your skin, and how you glowed in the amber light of the candles lit, your folds glistening with your arousal.

This moment burrowed into his chest and began to split him apart, his desperation replacing the blood of his veins and his heart bruising erratically against his bones beneath. He felt the uncomfortable pressure against the crotch of his slacks that was gratefully hidden beneath his albe.

You beckoned to him with a coy grin and his legs willed him forward. Osferth fell to his knees at the altar you made, tucked between your flushed thighs, welcoming the intimate scent that now fused with you.

He trembled with his touch, his warm palms settling on your knees to hold himself. He released a shuddered breath when your hand reached for his, bringing it to your lips and suckling, your tongue tickling his finger pads before leading them back towards your core.

The red thickened to crimson on his face and his neck as you mewled from his guided touch; your soft words encouraged him, “Osferth, please touch me further,” and your slick now covered his fingers. He tentatively curled his finger within you, a gentle prod to search for your pleasure, and continued when you cried out with the beginning flutter of your velvet walls around his digits.

Osferth could only gape with how your body responded to his touch, how you were flushed, but gleaming and begging for more. You pushed yourself upright, reaching to curl your fingers around the cross resting on his chest, using it to pull him closer. When you pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, it was met with a choked gasp, the stammered prayers of forgiveness spilling from his lips in response.

This only spurred your actions further. You rolled your hips against his hand, chasing your pleasure, pushing to be closer, to reach beneath his albe and place your palm against his crotch. You could feel his heady warmth through the fabric.

Your legs lifted to knit around his slender waist, pulling him even closer to continue rutting against, coaxing his heavy length to rub against the inside of your thigh.

This effort had your breath become an exchange shared with his exhale becoming your inhale, until you both were panting with your building pleasure. He dipped his head into the curve of your neck and your skin rose as his teeth nipped at your pulse.

Your completion rippled through with your sweet sighs, until you were breathless against him. You held onto his broad shoulders to maintain how your hips rolled against his own and Osferth chased after this euphoria.

He felt the heat pooling at his lower back, his own pleasure coiling tight at the base of his spine. It pulled him towards an unknown precipice, something he followed blindly with each thrust against the softness of your body.

And it came with your touch through his sandy locks. He choked on his words, “Oh, God,” that was muffled against your skin, a pitiful moan partnered as his hips stuttered. His release came hot and thick, dampening the layers of his priestly garb.

Osferth welcomed the warmth of your embrace after, your arms and legs wrapping around his slender frame. You enjoyed his weight against you and your fingertips drew soothing patterns on his backside until you felt his heart rate settle once again.

Even then, neither of you dared move.

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beary-rambles · 2 months

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assortedseaglass · 4 months

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🌟Solstice | Yuletide 🌟

Osferth x Unnamed Female Character

Summary: Osferth celebrates the solstice with the pagans.

Content Warning: The drabbliest of drabbles

🎄Yuletide Masterlist🎄

Shame welled in his heart.

No matter how often he tried to look away, or thought of the Lord, Osferth could not bring himself to leave his sentinel beyond the forest clearing.

How long he’d stood there, he could not say for certain, but the moon had risen beyond the trees to its nocturnal rest. His feet in their leather boots, were numb. His mouth, dry, though whether this was due to leaving the inn so early or because of the sight before him, he too did not know.

The young monk saw the glow first. Through the tunnel of the trees, the honeyed light grew until it seemed the very forest was aflame. Yet the voices he heard were not fearful. Edging closer to the woodland border, he found they were jubilant. Laughter. Singing. Excited chatter.

Onward he walked, into the trees’ dark embrace. Beneath him, branches crackled and snapped with every tentative step. The noise of the party grew nearer. An enemy encampment perhaps? No, they would lie low prior to attack. Travelling goodsman and their crew? Surely they would be at the inn with everyone else in Aureberie.

The glow led him to the edge of the clearing at which he now stood, and the sight he beheld was like none he had seen, except in dreams.

A pyre of wood was set ablaze at the clearing’s centre, sparks breaking away from the flames and reminding him of barely remembered stories told by his mother long ago.

“Angels flying heavenward, little one.”

Even from where he stood beneath the bare trees, Osferth felt the warmth radiating from the glorious fire. Tendrils of flame violently licked the sky, its great roar growing in strength and drowning out the souls silhouetted against its light.

It was this, that truly mesmerised Osferth.

Dancing around the ring of flame, bodies writhed and twirled, all curve and sinew, flailing arms raised to the heavens with teeth gleaming in the firelight. Garlands of leaves donned their brows; holly and fir on beds of moss. For some, this was all they wore. Though this number was few, men and women alike danced about the pyre as naked as a babe.

Osferth watched, transfixed, as plump flesh and fat rolled, coiled, stretched and swayed.

Shame rushed to his breaches.

Round tummies, tender breasts, plush thighs. The flickering of firelight across the women’s soft flesh dizzied Osferth and, at last, he looked away.

Wolf’s eyes and an enigmatic smile. How long had she been there?

At once, Osferth reached for his sword.

“You are the monk they call Osferth?” The woman stepped forward, hands open in surrender.

“Yes.” His voice was firm. He had seen this woman before, about Aureberie since their arrival. The healer. She hummed at his answer.

“Please, let go of the sword.” Her voice was so gentle, so measured, that he did as she commanded without thinking.

A prickle ran up his spine. If she was the wolf, wily and tactful, surely he was the rabbit. Startled, wide-eyed. “How long have you been there?”

“Longer than you, Christian.”

“That is not what I mea-”

“I know what you meant.”

She stepped towards him and Osferth straightened, determined not to let her see his shame. To his great relief, her smile softened. “It is the solstice,” she nodded towards the pyre. “We are moving back towards the light.”

“Yes,” Osferth said. “It was the light that drew me in.” He had turned back to watch the gathering party.

“And what was it that made you stay?” The low timbre of her voice made him shiver, and, when Osferth looked at her, he saw she was right beside him.

“I think you know, lady.” He said, watching the flames dance in the reflection of her eyes. She nodded.

“Come, Christian,” she held out her hand in beckoning. Osferth took it, spellbound. And she led him, not towards the celebration, but deeper into the forest.

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unohanabbygirl · 1 year

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Hiding in plain sight pt 2

So I’ve decided to continue this drabble and turn it into a complete fic. In the meantime while I plan the long version please enjoy this sneak peek.

Warnings: mention of past non con

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The knights give Luke a choice, come with them of his own volition or be taken by force. Everything in Luke is screaming at him to fight back, to rage that this was all a big mistake. However, as he felt Osferth tremble in his arms like a leaf, unconsciously letting out the scent of frightened omega he knew what choice he had to make.

As the men escort them out Luke keeps a tight hold on his son, making sure to assure him that everything will be fine in the end. Humming a soft melody that his own mother once sang to him whenever he awoke from one of his many childhood nightmares.

Luke doesn’t know if his words are meant to comfort Osferth or himself at this point. All he knows is that his pup calms down considerably, letting out little whimpers as he buries his face in Luke’s neck as if trying to hide from the strange men.

They make it to a small carriage and are pushed inside. Luke hisses at one of the knights as they hold onto Osferth’s hip on the guise of ‘helping him’

Osferth goes still at the touch and his scent rottens, letting out a smell similar to spoiled meat. He’s a newly flowered omega, a late bloomer whose only interaction with an alpha since his presentation has been his great grandsire during his short visits. Corlys is much older and not as strong as he once was, his scent is no where near as powerful as it was a decade ago.

The man laughs at the protective stance Luke takes, calling him a weak bitch and slamming the carriage door in his face, almost getting his fingers caught in the door.

The omegas can hear the mocking laughter and quips about weak whoring omegas from the men as they prepare to take off.

Luke hugs his son, still shook by the Knights unwanted touch. Osferth was scared and Overwhelmed and confused. Luke never felt like such a failure as his precious pup began to sob.

He always tried his best to educate Osferth, making sure to never shy away from the topic of dynamics, especially what’s its like to live as an omega. The uncomfortable heats, enhanced sense of smell, and physical changes in your body as it now sees you a vessel to carry children were all things he was open and honest about.

His son hadn’t presented until the year before at sixteen, even later than his mother as it was normal for presentation to occur around twelve or thirteen.

Luke always saw the signs though, the way Osferth never liked to roughhouse with the other pups in their old village, his sensitive and emotionally vulnerable nature, how he’d rather cuddle and chat with Luke instead of going out and being adventurous.

He hated any and all things violent no matter what they were. Corlys would often bring storybooks as gifts during his visits as Osferth greatly enjoyed reading. He usually brung tales of brave knights and bloody battles, yet his great grandson shed away from the frightening fables.

On a random visit one day mid spring Corlys came with five books in tow once again. But this time the tales were of fae like creatures and beautiful princesses. Osferth enjoyed them greatly, face lighting up as he read the words aloud while Corlys listened happily and Luke prepared dinner.

All omegas weren’t like that. Some did prefer fighting and dreamed of being war heroes, but it was most common for them to be softer and less inclined to harsh lifestyles.

Luke himself had been that way, shy and soft, despising the heavy weight of a sword no matter if it was wooden or steel. The only time he had physically hurt another was that night in Driftmark.

The only reason no one ever took note of his lack of alpha characteristics was because his mother and father were alphas just as both their parents before them. However, his true father Ser Harwin had been a beta with an omega mother. A fact no one took into consideration when thinking of Luke’s second gender, sweeping the truth under the rug as if that would make it go away.

Had his mother acknowledged his true sire and see his actions for what they truly were rather than lying to herself perhaps things would’ve worked out differently. Perhaps she would’ve thought harder before agreeing to send him to Lord Borros shitty castle.

“You will be welcomed, you have Baratheon blood from your grandmother Rhaenys.” She said softly, the look in her eyes betraying her own words.

He would’ve never been held down as Aemond forced his knot inside of him. Grunting in his ear like a crazed animal as he used the blood from Luke’s stolen maiden head as lube.

Luke’s jaw clenched as his fists curled up in anger. After all these years he felt nothing but hatred for Aemond. Doing what he did to him then leaving without a second glance like Luke was a worthless whore.

Sometimes he wondered how he could look at his son, the spitting image of his cruel sire yet have his chest fill with warmth. He met other omegas in the past years who were in similar situations to himself, raped and left with a child. They all loved their children dearly, but couldn’t stand look at them as they served as a permanent reminder.

Luke gently touched Osferth’s cheek, patting it lovingly as he whispered that everything would be just fine and they would return home as soon as possible.

The carriage took off with Osferth shedding a single tear as the view of the home he lived in for most of his life and housed so many happy memories disappeared into the distance.

“Mother, please tell me what’s going on. What do these men want with us?” Osferth cried.

Luke bit his trembling lip, knowing that he could no long lie to his babe. He stupidly thought he could hide Osferth from the truth forever, allow for him to live a normal peaceful life without the judgmental stares and inhumane treatment of those deemed to be bastards.

The blanket of legitimacy Corlys placed over him would mean nothing to a court of vipers, regardless of it was his mothers court now.

“There is much I have never told you my love. You may be upset now, but please remember that my intentions have always been protect you.” Luke confessed as he held Osferth’s hand to his beating heart.

All he could do was hope his love didn’t resent him after.

#lucemond #omegaverse #a/b/o #aemond x lucerys #hotd fanfic #drabble

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anjelicawrites · 3 months

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18+ only, minors DNI please! I do not consent to have my fics translated.

#polyquestion where I tag all the questions pertaining the throuple

Untiteled headcanon 1 (suggestive themes might be triggering for Aemond’s experiences and self loathing)

Untiteled headcanon 2 (SFW)

Random bit of fic that fits nowhere (heavy on the suggestive themes)

Quality time with the boys (SFW)

Christmas together (SFW)

On having children (SFW)

NSFW alphabet (NSFW)

The infamous ice dildo story (NSFW)

The throupe sleeping situation (SFW)

A quiet evening at Aemond x reader x Osferth’s (SFW)

NSFW Alphabet (NSFW)

The throuple and Christmas decoration (SFW)

The throuple as parents (SFW)

Aemond and Osferth long lost twins AU (NSFWish)

Burning Needs (NSFW) Pure smut. I have no redeeming excuse for this. Thank you my instigator #1 and love of my life for inspiring this!

The boys are hungry (NSFW)

Quick smutty drabble. (NSFW)

Between safety and need (NSFW)

Reader is being a brat, the boys have to do something about it. Based on an anon request.

Every day is Halloween around here (NSFW) A slice of the life of reader and her monster boyfriends. Halloween AU

Come with us on a little spin I and II (SFW but suggestive themes present)

Filling this request from lovely anon: “what about an aemond x reader x osferth where all 3 decide to do a road trip and the whole time the guys are just loving on reader and giving her TONS of affection”

Their first time together (NSFW)

Filling this request from anon “More Osferth and Aemond and reader please (their first time actually perhaps).”

To honour and protect (NSFW)

Filling this prompt from anon (thank you!!!!) “hiii! so, I’m absolutely LOVING the aemond x reader x osferth fics and had a request of my own that I wanted to share for the pairing. kinda angsty, maybe so smut and good ol fluff too.I was wondering if you could do an aemond x reader x osferth fic where the 3 of them have been super comfortable about their relationship with each other. however, there’s always those times in public where others like to ruin their fun. that happens one night while they’re out and reader gets upset the most about it. osferth is the one to comfort her first and soon brings in aemond. the two of them tell reader that it doesn’t matter what others think, they’ll still love each other no matter what. they end up having a love session too. please? thank u”

Soft I, II, III (NSFW), Coda (SFW)

Soft smut set in the poly relationship universe

Updated with the header!

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