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targaryen-realness · 1 year

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Witching chapter 4

Title: Witchling

Pairing: Osferth x Druidess!Reader

Warnings: Canon depiction of violence, mention of slavery, wounds and scars, magic, historical innacuracy (sorry medieval Scotland is not my specialty), talk about faith and christianity. The reader is fem but there is no physical description except for the fact she is a scot from the Highlands. Spoilers for season 3 of the Last Kingdom.

for this chapter: suicidal thoughts, strong use of magic, not very christian friendly (sorry), slight nsfw

Summary: As they are riding away from Winchester, Osferth and Lord Uhtred’s group come across a mysterious woman. She needs help but the power within her is obvious. Captivated, Osferth hopes she will stay, but as Uhtred asks her to travel with them, he cannot help but wonder what is going on in his lord’s head.

Notes: Thank you for the love on the previous chapters! Sorry for the delay on this one but I’ve been writing the Aemond fic too haha Hope you will like it!

Tags: @lugiastark @afro-hispwriter @aphroditesmoon @carlottalhn @dothrckis @mynameisbaby9

“We are leaving for Coccham”

You were already preparing your horse when Osferth told you you were all leaving soon. You knew Uthred would not want to stay any longer in Winchester, only wanting to return to his home. You were happy to leave, the charm of Winchester having worn off very fast after your night here.

“I know. Do you need help to pack things for the children?”

You had returned late into the night, and had gone to sleep almost immediately. You were drained from your energy and you slept without a dream. You had woken up with a very curious Stiorra watching you, waiting for you to say something.

He had not said a thing about yesterday, and had not asked you any question. You could see the sadness on his face and you felt helpless.

“Were you close? With lady Gisela?”

He seemed surprised but nodded, handing you a bag at the same time.

“When I left the monastery, I did not know where to go. She was always good to me, she cared for me and allowed me to stay in her home. I liked her a lot”

He was such a good soul, you thought. Then you realised he probably never had a mother and it suddenly made sense. She was the first woman to ever open her arms to him in a motherly way. Your heart broke for him as you remembered the feeling of your mom’s arms around you, the gentle way she would caress your head, kiss your cheeks.

“She sounds like a great person.

-She truly was. People were not kind to her here, because she was not a christian, but at heart she was kinder than most christians I’ve met.”

The words resonated in the room and you looked at him shocked.

“You do not mind? Your friends being heathens?

-Absolutely not. As long as they are good people, and they are, I do not care for their faith.”

He licked his lips finally looking at you.

“I thought that if you did not like me, it was because of this. Of the fact I am a druidess.”

He seemed taken aback by your statement, his mouth closing and opening but no words seemed to come out.

“I do not hate you Y/n”

You released the breath you did not know you were holding.

“I never said you hated me, I said dislike.

-Well I do not dislike you. Quite the opposite”

It was your turn to look like a fish out of the water. He chuckled when he saw your expression but did not say a thing.

“Thank you” you blurted out without thinking.

“For what?

-Since I’ve been with you all, I feel like I can be myself again. After what happened, I thought I would stay sad all my life, that I would never move on. I don’t think that anymore. So thank you, for not letting me die on the side of the road, and for caring for me. I care for you too”

You had said way more than you wanted to, but it felt good, for it to finally come out. He smiled at you and you felt your cheeks getting warm. He was so pretty. More than any man should be allowed to be. His smile lit up his face and it did not help you could see the slight blush on his cheeks.

“We should keep packing. Lord Uhtred will be back soon”

And you did, in silence mostly, trying not to act too awkwardly. You could not help the smile that was stretching your lips. It was Finan that disrupted that blissful moment with his loud voice:

“We have a problem, everyone in the house now”.

“You killed him? How did you even do that?”

You were speechless as you were walking back and forth in the living room under the gaze of Osferth and Uhtred.

“I told you what he said.

-I do not blame you for hitting him. I do not blame you at all actually. It’s just, you are a very unlucky man”

He looked at you, a look of desperation mixed with anger that made you lift your hands in sign of surrender.

“I made this for you today. Maybe it will help a little. It won’t fix your predicament but it’s supposed to protect you.”

You approached him and put the necklace around his neck. It was similar to your own, but it was a different Ogham that ornate the front of the wood pendant. You kept the piece of wood in your hand for a second before saying a word under your breath. You let it fall back on his chest and he looked at it uncertainly.

“Have a little faith, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, you are starting to make me question myself.

-I would not dare” he answered, taking Stiorra in his arms. You pinched her cheek playfully as she smiled at you.

“Maybe I should make you one too, would you like that?”

She nodded sweetly and you smiled back. Uhtred’s children were courageous, for sure. The chaos in their life did not seem to phase them as much as you would have thought. For that, you only had admiration for them.

“Sister Hild!”,Uhtred, the oldest son of Uhtred, shouted.

You turned around to see the abbess enter the house. She simply chuckled and led the boy toward his bed.

“Lord, there can be no bloodshed. They are throwing insults out there, but they will soon tire of that.”

She smiled at Stiorra and called for her, the little girl hopping off of her father’s lap toward the abbess.

“There will not be bloodshed” he answered and you looked at Osferth, worried for the lord.

The sadness and tiredness in his voice was obvious. In a matter of days he had endured more than a lot of men could have put up with.

“You should say that to Steapa. His head is hurting from thinking.”, Abbess Hild said. She looked as lost as the rest of you.

“Is there a solution?

-I did nothing wrong.

-Uhtred”, she sounded exasperated.

“You killed a monk. A holy man, and not for the first time”

You wanted to ask if that horrible man being a monk was really that important. He was still a horrible man, cruel and vile. He had said things about Gisela, and you apparently that were so degrading, Uhtred had not even repeated them to you when he came back. It was still funny to see how christians were able to categorise the importance of life. Being a holy man could be a cover for being the most atrocious monster that earth has ever borne. The reality was that now everyone in Winchester knew you were no christian, and that everyone had lied for you. You were not safe here.

“The real question is why in god's name, is she still here? And her too? Two witches inside your house, really.

-I am not your concern, witch”, answered Skade, and you almost laughed.

“I did not intend to kill the monk, nor do I regret it.

-It was fate”, finished Skade. You doubted it was fate. Everything happened for a reason, that was what you had been told since you were a child, but it did not mean you could not question it.

“Fetch Beocca. Ask him to bring the demands of the King.

-I will tell Beocca that you are ready to talk and to listen. Be sure that you do.”

She turned her head toward Skade and said: “It would help if you cut her throat”

Abbess Hild did not look at you, but you still felt the pressure of the blade on your throat.

“He cannot.” she marked a pause, her next words resonating in a sinister manner, “He dare not”.

The silence was heavy once sister Hild was out. You could feel the eyes of Skade, not looking away from Uhtred. She was plunging her claws deeper in his flesh each passing days. You were scared you were not acting fast enough.

“Tonight Lord… You will break your oath to Alfred. You will have-

-Quiet. I have enough of your voice”

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“It is a new beginning.

-We do not care about what you have to say.

-You do not? I am sure the lord will be happy to know you knew about his wife’s death but did not say anything”

The silence that followed her statement almost crushed you. You did not let your eyes leave her face, you did not dare to look at Uhtred or worse, Osferth.

“I did not know she was gonna die.

-You did. You told the other dane on our way to Winchester.” she smiled at you.

“There is a difference between smelling death and knowing something will happen” you turned toward Uhtred who was looking at you, lost.

“I did not know exactly. I could not have told you even if I wanted to. And when I understood, it did not matter anymore”

He did not say anything, but Skade had succeeded. Osferth had turned around on his chair, avoiding you, and Uhtred was doing everything in his power to avoid your mere presence. You found yourself in another room, Stiorra sleeping near you as you were munching on a piece of meat. You heard father Beocca enter the house but did not care to listen. The only thing you could tell was that as the voice increased in volume, the tears rolling down your cheeks also did. The little girl looked at you, probably awakened by the screams.

“Why are you crying?” she asked, her sweet voice making you smile and whip your cheeks.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit sad. That happens sometimes.

-I’m sad too. Everyone is sad lately.

-I know. I am sorry about your mom.”

You were expecting cries but no, she looked at you and in her eyes you saw the deep sadness she was hiding so well.

“I didn’t want her to die. It’s unfair”

You sat on her bed, not knowing if it was appropriate for you to do. You took the little girl in your arms, doing your best to comfort her. She hugged you back, and the little sobs that you could hear from her almost broke your heart.

“I know. But your mom would be very proud of you. You are being very brave”

You caressed her hair gently, soothing her the best you could. You did not know how much time had passed while you hugged the little girl but you finally heard the door open and turned around to see Finan.

“We need to go”

His eyes lingered on you and the little girl before he closed the door. You put Stiorra back to bed, caressed her hair one last time and closed the door gently. Sihtric, Finan and Osferth were looking at you, Uhtred was gone.

“Uhtred is gone, he will come back with a new agreement or we will have to flee.

-Are we going to leave the children there ?

-They are not at risk. We are, especially you, now that everyone knows you are no christian.”

Finan had said this in a tone he has never used to address you before. It was harcher and colder. You gulped, trying to find the comforting eyes of Osferth or Sihtric.

“You think I have something to do with Gisela’s death? That I saw it? Could have prevented it maybe?”

They did not answer.

“There is nothing I could have done to save her because I was on the other side of the kingdom. I knew she was dead, that’s all I saw. I did not ask for this.

-All you have to do is break this curse! Then you will be free to go wherever you want!

-How can I do that inside a christian fortress! All I’m asking is a couple of hours in a forest! Then I’ll get the answers you want and will disappear from your life forever. You will not need to worry about me anymore.”

Your words seemed to take Finan and Osferth by surprise as Sihtric stayed impassive. You turned around and left, seeking your bag with the little belongings that you had left. You returned to the main room and heard a commotion outside. Uhtred stumbled inside and you saw the blood dripping down of him.

“We need to leave right now.

-You’re hurt”

He took your wrist and dragged you outside.

“Wait Uhtred!”

You were pushed against your horse and without a word you mounted it. You could not think about anything, the only thing you remembered from this moment was the loud noise of the horses hooves and the screams of the men that were hunting you down. You had no idea how many hours you raced through Wessex like this. You had no idea where you were supposed to go. You were lost, amongst men that you once thought could be your friends, but that now seemed to be so far away from you. You were riding at the back, between two men you did not know the name of. You were lost in thought, sadness and loneliness were plagging you. You had almost forgotten the feeling. Now, on top of this you were scared for your life. You were not afraid that Uhtred would kill you, you know he would not. He was leading you to your certain death though. You were making your way to the danes. To Gorn probably. You knew that the moment he saw you he would kill you. You were contemplating slitting your own throat before he could get to you. You prayed for the entire ride. Lugh, the god you worshipped and to whom you had dedicated your life, stayed silent. So far away from your sacred land, could he even hear you? You had felt him there in Wessex, during Gisela’s funeral. You knew it. You thought of the pendant around the lord’s neck. Maybe you should not have given such an artefact to a man you barely knew. Maybe putting your life on the line for men who were using you wasn’t the best idea. For a moment you contemplated running away. Where would you go? With what silver? In what direction? The reality was that you were the safest here. It was a terrifying thought. And what about your promise? You were not the kind to break your engagements. You were a woman of your words, you had been raised with honour, and you will not break it. Even if it meant you were going to die. You were distracted by the conversation between Skade and Uhtred, and the piercing voice of the witch.

“Then you will remain cursed!”

No one said anything but you saw Uhtred tense. The Lord was going to die if it kept going. Your bad feeling kept getting worse as you saw his state deteriorating with the hours that passed. You were seated around a fire, not with Uhtred and the others but with Skade. They were talking, and with the weak light of the fire you were able to see Uhtred’s ashy face.

“Did they already get bored of you?”

You ignored her. Getting closer from the fire, seeking its warmth.

“You are powerful, I will give you that.” you told her finally.

“My gods are not to mess with.”

In your head you were chanting the name of Eochu Ollathir, god of the sciences and protector of the druids and druidesses, and his daughter Brigid, guardian of the purifier fire. The fire became increasingly warmer, almost too much, and when you plunged your hand into it, owning a gasp from the men that were seated nearby, you did not feel the heat, or even the pain that you should have felt. Everyone was silent, even Uhtred and his circle, when you said:

“Mine are not either”.

You stood up and left for the forest that was all around you. You needed to be alone with your thoughts. You walked in the same direction far enough that you could still see the weak light of the fires, but enough so that they could not see you. Your goal was not to get lost. You sat on a rock and contemplated your surroundings. The cold wind was caressing your face, as you lifted your head you admired the night sky. The stars were shining like you had rarely seen them. For a second you felt yourself transported back to the Highlands, to the mountains of your childhood, to the orange and yellow forests that you loved so dearly. To the lake that reflected that very same sky you were looking at. You felt the tears slide down your cheeks but you could not stop staring. You smiled at the fond memories as the feeling of homesickness settled in.

“Are you okay Y/n?”

It was the sweet voice of Osferth that got you out of your reverie. You turned around, whipping out your tears as fast as you could.

“Are you crying?”

He seemed so sad for you. You could hear it in his tone, see it on his face, in the way he walked toward you to sit on the same rock as you.

“You should not have come here ? What will the others think ?”

Your voice was trembling and you did not dare to look him in the eyes.

“They won’t think anything. I think you scared them all to death.”

You laughed at that, trying to make it sound as sincere as possible.

“Did I scare you too?”

You turned around and smiled at him, and you saw in his eyes he did not believe that fake smile for a second. His hands were fidgeting on his lap the last time you had looked at them, so you could not have helped the little move of surprise that you had when one of his knuckles gently caressed your cheek. You realised you were still crying. The feeling of his skin against yours was something you could not describe, but you were hypnotised. You did not realise you were so close to him, the heat of his body burning you more than the fire you had put your hand into a few moments ago. His eyes, blue like the most beautiful spring sky, were reflecting the same intensity as yours.

“I am not scared of you Y/n. I think you are a gift from god. This is the only explanation. An angel.”

He almost whispered it. You were coming closer, eyes still not leaving his, but you were now feeling his hot breath against your cold skin.

“If the church says otherwise, I will tell them they are wrong. If you are a demon, then maybe I am not worshipping the right god”

The weight of his words was heavy on your shoulder except the guilt of deflecting an honest man from his faith would be a thing you will have to deal with later. Because right now you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss this man until he was tired of you because you were not sure you would be able to one day be tired of him. So you did. You pressed your lips against his. He did not push you away but he froze against your body.

“I’m sorry I-

-No! Please”

It had come out in a pleading tone, and the red on his cheeks was a good indicator of his desperation. So you kissed him again, and again. His lips were surprisingly soft, and you loved every second of those kisses. You felt yourself get more heated, that familiar pressure in the pit of your stomach slowly settling in.

“Y/n” he whimpered against your lips.

You loved it when he said your name. When he said it, screamed it, whispered it, and even more when he was saying it as if you were some sort of deity he was devoting himself to.

“We should go back” you said. If you kept going, you knew it would be more and more difficult to back down.

“Give me a minute.” he said averting your gaze. “Just to catch my breath”

You raised an eyebrow in question, but you understood.

“Oh”

You chuckled and he looked at you offended. You caressed his right cheek gently, trying to contain your laughter.

“Do you want me to stay or do you need some alone time?”

He looked exasperated, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Go away from me temptress.”

You laughed again before kissing him one last time. He looked dumbfounded and you were delighted by his expression.

“You are not helping me.

-Maybe I don’t want to”

You walked away, your heart feeling lighter than it had when you made the same path before. When you stepped back into the camp, all eyes were on you, especially Finan’s.

“Where is Osferth?

-He is coming back soon, don't worry.”

He looked at you suspiciously.

“I did not kill him and bury his corpse in the forest Finan, you can sleep soundly.”

Sihtric laughed at that and you could see the corner of Finan’s mouth lifting.

“I’m sorry. To be honest I don’t really know why I am even apologising. But if you had the impression I broke your trust, I didn't mean to.”

They looked at you surprised.

“If I had the ability to help Gisela, I would have done so. But I couldn’t.”

You did not wait for an answer and left them to think. You did not see Uthred on your way to the fire where you were sitting previously. Skade was not there either and for some reason, it made the absence of the lord even more worrisome.

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 4 years

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Pain.

With: Finan x Reader.

Words: 1.982

Warnings: Violence, pain, abortion.

Finan has known pain.

He has lost his mother when he was five years old to the plague, watched his dad sell him to a slaver buyer. Have been pulling boat rowings ever since he was seven. Watched his best friend, Joshua, been taking away from him when he was bold enough to speak up against the whipping Finan received for crying.

He felt pain in the calluses on his hands, in his back after resting in the hardwood floor, in his lungs when it was so cold that he felt he was drowning. Felt pain in his stomach, the pain of being famished.

Pain every time he was taken out of a boat, watched by others, and dragged back in to suffer and cry every night regretting his mere existence.

The pain he saw when a young priest was beaten to death inside a cage the slave-seller had, the excruciating yell the young holly man shout when a knife pierced his chest. Finan prayed for the man, he was three years younger but seemed wiser. Brave to say his faith and not lower his head to abusive men that believe beings could be sold.

The crucifix that laid in his chest, held around his neck by a simplistic rope used to be the young priest's. Finan didn't believe in God before, but when he argued with the holly man discussing where God was while he suffered in monsters' hands, the reverend simply responded: "He sent me to you, to show you his plan, and to tell you to not give up hope. Because one day you'll be freed of it all, and will live a great adventurous life." So even when the man went to God's side, Finan held the cross and used it under the traps that covered his body. The traps who did so little to warm his body when cold, but did so much to agonize him when it was a blazing hot day.

But after the nighamares, he saw hope, hope when Uhtred ran away with him, hope when Norsemen appeared in horses killing the slave-traders. He felt the vengeance when a sword entered the disgusting coward that hurt him and so many innocent before. "Pull." He said, years and years of hearing the demand graved on his thoughts.

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While he laid in the made-up camp watching the way Ragnar and abess spoke to his friend-and-now-brother Uhtred, he thought he has finally met happiness. Even while he would rest his eyes afraid of opening them again and find himself submerged by slave bodies.

Each night he held the cross and prayed, thanked for the freedom, and begged to not be thrown apart again.

Time passed, he followed Uhtred and found his family in Uhtred, Sihtric, Osferth. The brothers he loved and did all in his power to protect.

He watched as king Alfred was naive enough to despise Uthred, watched Uhtred’s pain when Gisela was taken away from him.

He felt it when he was on the roads, forsaken from the safety he finally found back in Cookham.

But of all the emotions he felt, he never experienced the true happiness he did when he looked at you. He was in love, so much he searched for a priest he could trust to marry you two to bond your bodies and souls.

He has hit climax before, had a few women, but when he laid with you was heaven on Earth, how your soft walls held his length inside you while you looked deep in his eyes and moaned his name. He glowed love.

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The day you entered the small hall with a simple white dress and spoke to him the promises he knew you would succeed, he cried. Finan, the Irish warrior, the best friend of the great Uhtred Ragnarsson, the same Finan that was called 'The Agile' by the Danes since he was a skilled warrior... He cried happy tears while he gazed at the love of his life promising him your unconditional love.

He cried when you lost your first baby, you were terrified when the healer told you about the infant... but even as scared as you were, you accepted the archangel that would have yours and Finan's love. But when blood dripped from your legs as agonizing pain touch your muscles... you cried for your child, and how helpless Finan felt was unbearable.

Tears streamed down his face too when you shut down the world, when you said that it was your fault, that you didn't take care of his son. He knew pain, but fuck, how it hurt when he listened to your sobs. He would sell his soul just to see you happy.

But he hugged happiness again when you hugged him at night, when you smiled at his silly jokes and teased him of his new hairstyle. Happiness when your belly grew, further than it did before.

Happiness as he built his chambers inside Bebbanburg, as he built a small wooden cradle for Archie or Darcy. He didn't have a preference for a son or a daughter, as long as they have your heart he knew they would be perfect.

But while he smiled and had his arm around your neck in a feast Uhtred threw in his manor, he felt something at the tip of his stomach, something aching and telling him to be aware. Uhtred's uncle and a cousin have died, but foreigns claiming they had business with Uhtred's late uncle were in the palace. They landed requiring gold, demanding recomposition form from the years and years of aid they offered to Bebbanburg. But that was his problem, Uhtred suffered enough to get the land back already.

But as happy he was, Uhtred invited them in for a stay, even made a banquet to diplomatically discuss with them how of a different lord he is comparing to his ambitious deceased uncle.

Finan kept his sword near. His eyes wandered to Sihtric while they silently agreed to attack if anything occurred.

The moment the foreigners said they were close to Bloodhair and not affiliated to the estate at all, Uhtred knew they were up for nod good. "I own nothing." He stated.

But even after all has happened and Danes were a far issue in their mind, Bloodhair kept his rage for Uhtred, Skade promised him the head of Alfred, but the dane slayer stole his seer.

"Is better to leave, before we have problems." Finan warned them, but the tattooed man only smiled.

The food that lay on your stomach got back to your throat and you coughed in your plate, blood droplets painted it red and your muscles seemed to go numb.

Osferth mumbled a low 'lord' and Uhtred got on his feet looking at how bloodshot the baby monk's eyes were. "What is this?"

Finan held your face in his hands and looked around the table as if he could find something to cure you. Anything.

"Bloodhair is marching, Edward's kingdom is vulnerable, he is not his father. And you will pay for taking what Ragnar promised us."

Sihtric jumped on his feet and pulled his sword touching it at the man's neck. He didn't kill the man afraid to do something that would lack info for his lord, but even the Kjartansson felt panic while you shrieked and pleaded for relief.

"Finan, Finan, everything is burning, the baby, our baby. Finan." You whimpered.

Finan has known pain, has felt it over and over. But nothing, not even hungry, or whipping, losing his friend, being searched by all Saxons and Danes... nothing hurt him in the way it did when you suffered, when you looked at the panic in his eyes, when you glanced at Osferth laying dead in the floor while blood gushed from his mouth.

"No, no, no no no-no-no. Lord, no. Save her, save her." He touched your belly and kissed your face hoping the angels would see how much you meant to him.

Uhtred left Osferth's purple face and ran to the man who spoke of Bloodhair. "What is this? WHAT IS THIS?" He pulled his sword and impelled it in the man's leg. Sihtric threw an axe at the one near the door and pointed his sword to the other foreign.

Finan's sobs and gasps hunted Uhtred's heart, he watched his best friend losing the most important person of his life, the two most important ones.

"Treat from the Mediterranean, Bloodhair would not kill you by a drink, he will have your head and take it back home. He told us to kill two important people to you. Since your kids are out, these two were easier." Tears streamed down Uhtred's face and before he could get his sword inside the man's organs Finan called to stop.

"He is mine to kill." The men near the entrance grabbed the bleeding man and took him to the grottoes. Sihtric kills the other man and Uhtred cried while his gaze went to Osferth and to you.

"Finan, i am sorry." He knew Finan was a great partner, but losing you worried Uhtred's mind, a whole lot.

The Irish man kept his eyes downcast, afraid of peering behind his shoulders and discovering that the pain he was feeling denoted real.

He seemed frozen but the sob that hit him was louder than before when Sihtric tugged Osferth's body up. Finan rushed to you and pulled your chair back, placing your head back slowly so he could see you. But it wasn't you any longer, the venom made the veins in your body erupt, your eyes were open, and even if only torturous breaths went away it looked like your eyes lost color days ago. His hand touched your belly, but for his utter pain it wasn't as firm as before, it seemed moveable, the poison hurt his family, it hurt him.

It killed you and little Darcy, little Archie.

It killed him!

Sihtric cried while approached you slowly, the skilled viking loved you like a sister, have smiled brightly when you asked him to be the godfather of your child. Touching Finan's shoulder he was embraced tightly by his friend's hug, sobs moving his body and Sihtric's tears got heavier while his gaze kept on your face.

It shouldn't be like that.

Minutes passed and Finan kept holding your cold hand, he would bury you, in the field near there where wildflowers kissed the place. Uhtred approached his friend and spoke about the prisoner. "They sealed his leg's cut, he is yours to kill."

Finan didn't thank his lord for the help, he wouldn't say "thank you" since it was hardly that.

And after he took each finger off of the man, after he cut each member off him and watched the monster die... he didn't have the feeling he sought, the one of revenge. The one where would calm his mind. Easy his pain.

The burial was calm, Beocca spoke a few words but all of them knew Finan desired to be left alone.

So after all, he didn't know pain, he knew now. For nothing has hurt him as more than that.

Sihtric lost count of how many times he had to go at the field searching for Finan, only to find the man embracing a dress of yours and sleeping above your grave. No one could stop Finan to visit you, so after trials, Sihtric decided to support him no matter what, so he took blankets and a pillow for his friend, your pillow, every night he went to the field so Finan wouldn't be cold.

No one saw the charismatic man smile for years, not even when ale poured off his pores. And to leave and sail to fight Bloodhair was only accomplished because he needed to bleed the man that ordered to take you away from him.

So after all he witnessed, all he felt, all he was tortured by. He hasn't known pain, for pain its to live without you.

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U1?

#finan x reader #Finan the agile x reader #finan the agile #tlk finan #tlk fic #tlk fanfic

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