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finanmoghra · 1 year

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Bedspell

pairing modern!Eadith x reader

summary You never saw a woman with another eyes until you go to uni and meet Eadith and the woman she is. And now, a year since you've been living together, you found yourself in this 'friends with benefits' relationship with her.

warnings +18 smut

word count 2.2k

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a/n this was quite interesting to write as it came out from nowhere, i was just writing some backstory for my series and then this happened. i didn't plan to write a smut or anything, i was just writing what my mind was saying for me to write and it led to a smut, so i hope you enjoy it! also, right after writing about the bedspell i remembered that zolita has a song named that and got a bit inspired by it, so feel free to listen while reading!

— Hello, beautiful. — you hear the flirty voice that belongs to a woman you know very well.

— Hello, Eadith. Thought you weren't come tonight. You said you have assignments to do, don't you? — you turned yourself to her, leaning on the bar counter, taking a sip from your drink.

— Oh, I said and I should be doing it, but then I wouldn't have come across such a beautiful face. — she gaves you a smirk, that woman know how to get you weak.

— You would, just had to wait 'til I go home. — you felt goosebumps when you felt her fingers touching your waist, tugging you closer to her.

— I needed to make sure you will go home to me and not leaving with some man who you would have regular, boring sex. — she leans on you, her mouth nearly touching your earlobe — You know the only one who knows how to make you tremble on a bed, is me.

You felt shivers down your spine, knowing that she was telling the truth. No one could ever do like her. No one could make you lose control of your voice, making you moan all night long. No one could burn your whole skin just with the touch of their lips, or make your legs shakes so hard. You know that by the end of the night you'll be under her.

— I know you already want me, love. But now you will have to wait until we go home. — she leaves a light kiss on your neck and then goes away.

This woman will be the death of yours.

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You share a flat with Eadith and Gisela since the second year of uni. You three have met in the dorms and decided to move in together after their first year. You used to be a bit prude when first met them but, this changed completely after some time, you have not only became more comfortable with your intimacies, you have also find out to be bisexual. Of course Eadith was your awakening.

It all started as harmless flirts, nothing that made you uncomfortable, it actually intrigued you. You started to see Eadith with another eyes, her pale skin so delicate, as her ginger hair, the desire to trace all her curves only growing day by day. Suddenly, you found yourself wanting to know every inche of Eadith's body.

It didn't go unnoticed by her. She has saw the long stares, deep breaths, principally when she walked around only on her underwears, something she was used to. She could see the desire and lust on your eyes. And she didn't lose time to start teasing you around. She took advantage that Gisela were spending more time in her boyfriend's than at their flat, and started to wear less clothes at home as the days passed by. She would touch you in every oportunity, even if it was just brushing her fingers on your forearm, she knew that it'd do something to you.

Until one day, you throw everything away, you couldn't stand anymore seeing her and not touching her. You were needing.

It was the last straw when you saw her on a tiny white laced matching, she was actually getting ready to go out but you couldn't care less.

You reached her on her bedroom doorway, she jumped when she felt your hands on her hips, holding her, but quickly she put a smirk on her face.

— I knew it wouldn't take longer, you'd come for me. — her hands placed over yours on her hips, guiding them to her lower belly.

— I don't know what you did to me, woman. I'm certainly under your bedspell. — your mouth was almost touching her neck, so you could see her shiver.

— Yeah? And what you're gonna do about it? Break the spell? — she dropped your hands and placed hers on your neck, leaning her body on yours.

— Definitely not, but I'm pretty sure we can break the bed. — you nipped the skin of her neck and heard her sighing. Anything that she planned to do tonight were left behind, her only appointment now was you.

On that night you went to heaven and back to hell. You touched every inche of Eadith's body, traced every curve of her. You felt the fire of hell everytime her touch found you, and the lights of heaven when her mouth discovered you body. And when her tongue met your folds, you could see nothing more, the only thing you could feel was Eadith. Her breath, her hands, her hair and that damn tongue of hers.

You knew by that night you could never break the bedspell. But, did you break the bed after all? Well, almost.

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Eadith really made you wait. You had to see her go around the pub, talking with people you know from uni, and flirting with some. She know what she was doing.

It's not like you two are dating, you just like to enjoy yourselves, but seeing her flirting with another person while you're needing her so much, it makes your blood boil.

You couldn't listen to anything your friends were saying, the only thing you were capable was being hypnotized by the way her hips swing while she walks back to the table.

— You better close your mouth before a fly gets in. — you hear Osferth say and roll your eyes to him.

— Screw you, baby monk. — you said playfully, hearing the others laughing.

— What's up, hm? — Eadith says as she takes her seat at your side.

— Just Y/N adoring you, nothing new. — Gisela answers and you flip off her while smirking.

— Don't blame her! It'd be strange if someone wasn't adoring me, like, I deserve it. — you could her Eadith playfull tone right before pecking you on your cheek.

— Ye're right, lady. — Finan leans on the table as he talks and Eadith gives him a wink.

Quickly they engage on another topic that you weren't sure what it was again, because this time Eadith's hands was running through your undressed thighs, going dangerously close to your inner thigh.

— You need to stop or I won't last when we come home. — your voice was high enough only to Eadith hear.

— Let's see then.

Right after, you clenched when her fingers found their way to your - already - wet panties. You held your breath when you felt her pushing it aside to make her way through your folds. You know that if you let her continue with it, things would get a bit embarassed, so you guided your hand to stop hers and got up from your seat.

— We're leaving now, guys. See you tomorrow. — you blew a kiss to them and pulled Eadith with you. Everyone said goodbye to the two of you, not even stranging the way you suddenly left.

Eadith was laughing behind you as you lead the way, your flat being only 2 blocks away from the pub.

— Stop it! — you said to her.

— You couldn't stand a little foreplay, hm?

— Oh, I could, yes. But no in front of our friends. — you take her hand again and pulls her to you, stopping in the middle of the street to give her a soft kiss, breaking only to say, — If you could be faster, I'll let you have fun with foreplays at the moment we arrive home.

The rest of the way, was calm, Eadith doing nothing more than stealing kisses from you until you arrive at home. It was just the time to enter and lock the door 'til Eadith was pinning you against the door, kissing you fiercely.

— So, I heard you were jealous of me, huh? — she broke the kiss to say, now leading her mouth to your neck.

— Me? Jealous? — you let out a laugh — Never, lady. 'Cause I know I'm the only one who can give you pleasure as you like it. None of them would get you satisfied.

You pulled Eadith by her thighs and lead you both to your bedroom, throwing her on your bed. You stopped a moment to see how beautiful she looks, her red hair spread on your pillow, the contrast of her pale skin to your dark sheets, you felt something heavy on your belly, but you're sure is something you can think about later.

— What? — she asks, narrowing her eyebrows.

— Nothing, it's just that.. You're so beautiful. — a smile grow on your face as you see her cheeks getting red. You get on bed and lean on her, meeting her lips before she can say anything. You break the kiss when you two are both breathless and lead your mouth to her neck, nipping her skin while she start to undoing your dress zipper. You move just to take your dress off and starts to do the same with Eadith's.

After you both are undressed, Eadith flip you over so now she can be on your top. It is her thing, she likes to play before you can take her. She starts kissing your neck, and then lowering to your chest. You let out a loud moan as she starts to suck on your breast while her hand cups your other one, playing with your nipple. Your hands finds the way to her hair, pulling through your fingers, keeping her close to your chest. You gasp when you feel her thigh pressing on your core, her thigh now wet from your slick.

— Eadith! Please.. — you groaned when her teeth scraped on your nipple.

She raised her head, a smirk on his face. You took the chance to flip you over again, placing yourself between her legs. Your hands were running through every inche of her body, cupping her breasts, grasping her ass. She was agitated, so you pinned her on the bed by holding her hips, your face was on the height of her abs and you started kissing there and then was going up 'til you reached her lips, catching her breath.

Eadith moaned against your lips when your hands reached her core, your fingers slipping through her folds. You started to rub her clit with your thumb, you felt her clenching around your fingers as you slipped it all at once on her cunt. You curves your fingers, hitting her spot and that made Eadith moan. You smile as you see the pleasure on her face, her eyes shut, her cheeks almost red as her hair, her perfect lips parted to let out her moans.

— Open your eyes, Eadith. I want you to look at me. — as soon as she open her eyes, you start to go down on her body, your eyes locked, there was nothing else around you, only her.

You found yourself between her legs, her cunt right in front of your face. You licked your lips and stopped rubbing her clit before approaching to her folds, your tongue lapping through her folds, reaching her clit, pressing it with the tip of your tongue, you trembled when you heard Eadith screaming in pleasure.

Her hands find the way to you and you could feel her nails scrapping your nape before pulling your hair. You started to move your fingers faster, and she started to thrust her hips against it. Your mouth never stopping to work on her clit, rounding with your tongue and sucking it.

You lead your free hand to her breast again and starts to play with her nipple, and when Eadith starts to shiver under you, you know she is close, so you lick and suck on her folds hungrier than before, if it was possible, until she reach her peak, she come undone on your tongue and her taste is all over it. You give her a last lick, feeling her tremble, before you rise your head, smiling at the mess that you made of her. She loosens her grip on your hair as she starts to open her eyes again, you get up and lean on her once again, kissing her passionately, but still full of lust, making her taste her own flavour.

Eadith tries to sneak her hand to your core but you stop her.

— It's okay, honey. Giving you pleasure was enough. — you kissed her, on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, until she was laughing under you.

You move away just to clean yourselves and then you lay down next to her. You pull her closer, so she lay her head on your chest and you starts to play with her hair.

— Eadith? — you ask after some time in silence, but then you cursed yourself and hoped that she was already asleep, so you don't have to say it.

— Mmh, yeah? — she mumbles, her mouth pressed to your chest.

You stay silent, for a moment, but then says, — I think I'm in love with you.

#eadith x reader #modern eadith #the last kingdom #the last kingdom x reader #the last kingdom au #modern tlk #Eadith of mercia #eadith the last kingdom #wlw ns/fw

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aelswiths · 9 months

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Eadith in 4x03

For @jeynepoole

#meg I need you to know that I started typing in myrcnahlaedige and was SO confused when it didn't come up #I have recolored this 30 million times #this color combo was the winner #literally the longest gifset I have ever done #I think the final tally was 16 total #insane #this has been sitting on my computer for over a month #and now I can finally send into the world #Anyway #She is everything #the last kingdom #tlk eadith #flowers in mercia #yeah I know its not technically flowers #but she's doing this for eardwulf so its flowers

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princess--of--the--dragonstone · 11 months

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AETHELFLAED & EADITH

vigilante shit by Taylor Swift

for @emilyhufflepufftlk 🖤

ㅤㅤㅤ

#ems500 #happy pride month #i didn't think about these two in this way but–#i'm posting this on June 2nd so #aethelflaed of mercia #eadith #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk: edits #taylor swift #taylor swift midnights

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ladyfenring · 10 months

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Elektra trans. Anne Carson

#eadith #flowers in mercia #sevenkingsmustdie #the last kingdom #my edits

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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Long Live the Queen

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aadmelioraa · 2 years

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Sometimes it just happens, despite your will. ― V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

OXFORDSHIRE, 1945. Eadith has finally made a comfortable life for herself, against all odds. Her new husband Aethelred has money to spend and no one else he’d rather spend it on, if only to prove to his ex-wife that he’s happier without her. It’s not the life Eadith had dreamed of as a girl, when she and her brother Eardwulf (whose death she has grieved in quiet) had only each other to cling to, but it’s a level of stability she’s struggled for years to attain, and she’ll do everything in her power to keep it. When Eardwulf shows up on the doorstep of her new home—not a casualty of war, as she’d been told, but very much alive—he’s determined to make good on their childhood vow to protect each other no matter what. His reappearance not only brings Eadith’s memories of her dark past to the surface, it also reminds her of the bond that had helped her survive it. With each passing day it becomes more difficult for her to deny the feelings, long dormant, she has for the person who understands her best.

for @aethelreds and @tlkafterparty

another historical period + eadith x eardwulf

#this is really just vibes but like…I am thinking 👀#anyway ily meg and happy anniversary to our unhinged mercia meetup (let’s be honest that was 85% of what we talked about)#flowers in mercia #tlk #tlk au #the last kingdom #eadith x eardwulf #tlkafterparty #my edits

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sapphic-woes · 1 year

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Finally finished TLK and my gosh, what a show. I really came in expecting a mediocre Viking piece but this was actually really good. The characters actually changed over the course of the show and became so interesting. The ending was quite satisfying. I do see what y'all mean that the female characters don't get treated well. So many of them except for like Aethelflaed rarely ever seemed like they had their own agency. Like their characters always revolved around others. Apart from that great show, solid 8/10. Thanks for recommending this.

A couple of my thoughts from the last episode.

"I shall of course need rooms with a sea view." Hol uppp how did Aelswith somehow become my fave?? What just happened?

"After everything we've given you" Edward stfu. Uthred has saved your ass thousands of times and you gonna come here with attitude? Edward officially can go suck a fuck.

I know the show is done but I really need a season 6 yall.

-🐝

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY YOU DONT EVEN KNOW!!!

I'm so happy you liked it in the end omfg. Like God YES it's crazy how Aelswith goes from the literal worst to the best, and God I hate Edward but he is so complex and well developed it's like he still holds a special place in my heart at the same time?? Though I feel like I can say that for sm characters lmao, everyone may be shitty people but they're well written shitty people.

Gosh gosh yeah they always miss writing female characters, and I think they really suffer from not understanding that they should be able to stand alone. Like they have moments of small things that rlly add, like Brida killing that shaman was a moment for me, as much as I think it was unnecessary, Hild's moral dilemma with killing was at least depicted pretty neatly, but overall their female characters just fall flat :/ Only out lady of Mercia and like, Eadith I'd say escaped that treatment.

God though curious about who your favs are and your fav moments??? I have sm but I'd have to say Eadith outting her brothers crimes, Uthreds speech honoring Alfred, literally any time our baby monk is on screen, Aelswith's prayer scene, mmm....I have a lot of favorite scenes😅

#like god any time erik and sigfred go back and forth lol #sihtrics first appearance #honestly when edward kills all the eldermen of mercia #aelswith telling edward 'i am your mother and i know when you are afraid'#the pain of the Last Brida And Uthred Scene #the last moment when eadiths bro says shes no one to protect her #HEASTON ALL. DAY. LUV THAT SHITTY MAN #😭😭😭😭 im srry frfr i just luv tlk sm???#its my comfort show #thank u for the ask♥️#bibi answers #🐝 anon

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magravenwrites · 1 month

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Do Not Go Where I Cannot Follow:

Part 1:

Finan x Reader

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

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

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

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or GIF

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

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

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

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

Until now.

“Give her to me.”

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

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

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

“I’m fine,” you smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And if it does not?”

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

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

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

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

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

— Time Skip —

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I'm fine”

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

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

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

Liar. The words tasted bitter in your mouth.

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

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

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

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

“Then I will stay here with her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love ya.”

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

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

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

— Time Skip —

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

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

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

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

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

His mismatched eyes studied you silently for a moment.

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, what is this about?”

“Just promise me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sihtric! Be careful. Look after yourself.”

He nodded at you, looking between you and Finan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Lost Children -

Part 4

Summary: The group embarked on their mission only to be spotted by two of Brida’s scouts as they crossed into Mercia. A chase ensues and you are injured. Osferth cares for your injury and you both let pent up feelings free. Only, Osferth comes to his senses.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of Animal Death, Blood, Injury, Fluff, Angst, Kissing, period typical slut shaming, religious guilt, mentions of arousal, heavy petting.

Word Count: 3.5K

“Don’t put that thing near me or I’ll bite it off, so help me G-“

You were cut off with Finan shoving a cloth into your mouth, gagging you.

“You need to be quiet when we mend your leg, girl.” Finan exclaimed with a hushed, hurried tone in the low bank you were in.

Of course you knew you needed to be quiet. Two of Brida’s scouts had spotted the group as you made your way into Mercia. This resulted in a small chase. Your old, bay horse tripped on a tree root in the chase, causing you to go flying from the horse and hurt your leg. The Dane scouts would have caught up to you lying on the ground and captured you if Osferth had not spun his horse around and lifted you into his saddle, successfully escaping the nearing scouts.

And now, you were in a low bank, with a cloth wrapped tightly around your head and through your teeth with Eadith hiking your skirt up so high that Osferth and Sihtric excused themselves for your modesty. Uhtred of course was busy keeping an eye out for the scouts if they should find the group.

A sharp stick was stuck under the skin of your thigh, poking the muscle. Enough so that when Eadith tried to pull it out, you kicked at her with your free leg, missing her by an inch. She must’ve been used to her patients retaliating, you thought between the surges of pain.

“Finan, grab her other leg,” Eadith ordered. As soon as he had hold of your other ankle, Eadith pulled with enough force that had you reeling in pain. Your hands flew on their own to push her off of you; this time you didn’t miss and she landed on her bottom in mud, painting the arse of her dress brown .

Clearly frustrated, “Go get someone to hold her hands too,” she barked at Finan who obeyed without hesitation, quickly jogging to where the men were. In little time, he came back with Osferth who had his eyes downcast, trying not to look at your exposed legs that neither Eadith or Finan seemed to give a second thought about. “Sit behind her and hold her arms tight.”

Osferth began to object behind you but Eadith shut him down immediately, “She is loosing a great deal of blood and she somehow has enough energy to keep fighting us.” Eadith’s lack of patience had Osferth obeying her order without objections this time. You felt Osferth move behind you to sit and he gently brought your hands behind your back as a cool sweat started to form on your brow and your gaze started to go hazy.

His soft grip felt comforting around your wrists but as Eadith tried again to pull the stick, your hands flew free of his hold and you tried to shove her again, this time, Osferth’s forearm reached around your front and pulled you flush against him. “Sorry,” he muttered - you were unsure if he was speaking to you or Eadith for lacking at his task.

Eadith had grown frustrated. “I cannot try many more times before the stick is too slick with blood to pull! Osferth, hold her tightly. Do not let her go. Same for you Finan.” Then her eyes turned on you, “For Heavens sake girl, stop resisting help.”

Your vision was darkening and you felt a strong hold on your wrists behind you, painfully so. It distracted you momentarily from the pain of the stick wedged into your thigh being ripped from your body. Every touch felt delayed or distant and you were vaguely aware of a muffled scream then it being cut short by a hand over your mouth. You head spun as the world tumbled forward and the last thing you heard was Osferth saying, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

The world went black.

Your eyes felt heavy and a dull ache throbbed in your head as you were jolted awake. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met by a dimmed sky. Slowly realizing you were in the back of a covered wagon laying in the softest bed of furs you had ever slept on. Lifting your head took great effort due to the absence of your energy but when you did, you saw the back of Osferth’s head. As if he knew you were awake, he looked back at you and a smile broke across his face. He pulled the horse up to a halt and shouted for the group to do the same as he moved from the seat to the back of the wagon where you lay.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and took your hand, absentmindedly feeling for a stronger pulse but the action had your heart fluttering just a bit at how concerned he was for you.

“Heavy,” you replied as your head unceremoniously fell back into the soft furs. His thumb now brushed against your wrist gingerly. “Where did you get a wagon?”

“Sold your horse for meat to a nearby village to get the wagon.” Your eyebrows furrowed together in sadness as you looked at him. He gave a sorrowful look, “I’m sorry. I thought you didn’t care for the beast.”

“He was a good mount, he didn’t deserve death.” You were surprised at how your heart betrayed you and began to mourn for the old, ugly gelding.

“He was worse off than you after the fall. He welcomed death like an old friend after the pain he was in.” Osferth’s words made you feel better, knowing the bay was given a merciful death.

“He broke his leg?”

“Aye, lady.”

“Osferth, if I ever hurt myself so badly, make sure you give me a merciful death as well.” Your words were soft and true, he knew you weren’t speaking with sarcasm or anger like your normally did. You seemed too weak for that.

Your eyes were growing heavy again as you felt the wagon rock a little and Eadith’s voice, “She awoke?” Your eyes now closed but you knew Osferth nodded.

“She’ll make it then. She’s past the worst of it.” Eadith reassured him.

Sleep was beginning to embrace you again, despite its return, you were keenly aware of Osferth’s soothing thumb over your pulse.

“What about her fever,” he asked, quietly as if not to stir you.

Eadith was silent for a while before she answered him. “You’re a man of God, Osferth, pray.”

When you awoke again, the air was cool and there was no light but a flickering fire some distance away. You realized you had woken to the wagon shaking, someone was climbing in but you were too tired to care.

Your eyes found Osferth’s and he looked startled that you were awake but the shock soon faded as a smile spread across his face. You returned a weak smirk and you could almost see his heart flip.

“I - uh- brought you some stew.” He moved with a bowl and sat with his legs crossed beside your head. Setting the bowl down on the even wooden surface of the wagon that did not make up your soft bedding, he moved to help you prop yourself up. As you did so, your leg throbbed with a dull, burning pain and your head pounded. You could hear the group at the fire some distance away but could not see them due to the privacy the covered wagon offered.

Osferth smiled and grabbed the bowl., dipping the wooden spoon into the stew and gently blowing on it to make sure it wouldn’t burn you. The action was tender, sweet, foreign. You offered him a weak smile and he brought the spoon to you lips. As you slowly sipped the stew, you grew uncomfortable at the action of someone else feeding you, making you nearly lose your appetite. Once the first spoonful was gone and Osferth went in for a second scoop, you stopped him.

“I think I can feed myself,” you said trying to hide your discomfort.

Osferth furrowed his brows, “Are you sure? I can-“

“Yes,” you cut him off, “I’m certain of it.” You said with a little too much finality to be pleasant.

Osferth dropped his smirk a little and offered the bowl and spoon to your weakened hands. Feeding yourself took a bit more care as you were greatly reduced in strength, but you felt more comfortable this way.

Once you finished, you felt incredibly full and offered the bowl and utensil back to Osferth. “Did you like it?” He asked with a proud expression on his face.

You nodded, “Yes.” You willed yourself to be pleasant despite feeling as though you might vomit from how uncomfortably full your stomach felt.

“I made it.” He admitted with a smile, “I used to make it back in the monastery and the brothers devoured it.”

“Back in the nunnery, I was barred from the kitchens.” You admitted to him with a laugh as your stomach was easing down. You were grateful to share a similarity in your upbringing that wasn’t a sour memory.

Osferth laughed, “But why?”

“The sisters believed I was a cook of the devil for everything I cooked, somehow burned.” You laughed at the memory and Osferth laughed with you. It was a warming feeling; to feel humor again.

“So what were your chores at the nunnery?” He kept his bright eyes on you joyfully, simply happy that you were happy.

You huffed a short laugh through your nose, “To stay out of the way.” You both giggled at that. Once you recollected yourself, “Or gathering. I’m quite a good gatherer,” you admitted with pride.

Osferth raised his brows, “Oh really? Did you acquire that skill whilst doing your first chore?”

You tilted your head at his joke and eyed him in disbelief, “Did Osferth make a jest?” You both laughed. Once the laughing died down, you two just stared at each other in bliss, happy to be in the other’s company.

Then, a wave of realization washed over Osferth abruptly, and he shifted in sitting position. “Uh I forgot, I need to,” he stammered, suddenly uncomfortable, “Eadith is-“ he began, “Lady Eadith is busy. She asked me to,” he tripped over his words. “Lady Eadith asked me to clean your wound tonight.”

You gave a short chuckle at the reason for his sudden change in demeanor. “What must you do to it?” You asked, trying to sound like Osferth hiking up your skirt did not excite you.

Osferth began to blush. “Clean the would with a wetted rag and pour this over it,” he produced a small bottle of what you assumed was strong ale from a pouch that hung on his hip.

You nodded and reached for the hem of your now patched skirt. Osferth’s hand came to yours mid-grasp. “Wait, I’ll do it. I have to go get the rag wet in the river below.”

You nodded and Osferth left quickly. Your heart beat wildly at what was about to happen. You didn’t care about the prospect of pain from cleaning, just the mere thought that Osferth was going to see you immodestly had a light sweat breaking out over your body.

When he returned, you were still propped up, nervously biting your nail. Osferth settled next to your leg without a word, water droplets running between his slender fingers and down the bony knuckles of his hand. “May I?” He asked, bringing you from your trance.

“Yes,” you replied, not knowing what you agreed to let him do but knowing you’d most likely let Osferth do anything to you he so desired. You could almost hear the nuns that raised you calling you a harlot but you didn’t care in the wake of Osferth’s light touch at your ankle.

Osferth grasped the hem of your skirt and lifted your dress, keeping a hand on your other covered leg to protect your modesty and only reveal to him what he needed to see in order to clean your wound, nothing else. He rested the raised skirt on the bone of your hip and just below your undergarments. You kept his gaze trained on your wound; definitely not on your long, slender legs you were, for some reason, bending at the knee ever-so-slightly.

The wet rag moved against your wound and you sucking in a sharp breath. Osferth looked at you in terror, horrified that he hurt you more.

When the stinging subsided, you let out an uncomfortable, strained laugh, “Have you been doing this when I’ve been asleep? Not used to me being in pain?”

He shook his head, running the rag along your wound again gently, “No, Lady Eadith has been tending to you. This was the first time I was asked.” He moved the rag against you again, causing you to tense once more.

You let your head fall back, not wanting to look at the swollen pink wound anymore that you knew was infected from the discolored ooze Osferth was wiping away.

“That should do it,” Osferth announced to himself after some time of the cold rag gently caressing your wound. You heard the bottle uncork and prepared yourself for the worst of it. You remembered helping tend to wounds in the nunnery, when the alcohol was poured over the infected wounds, the girls would scream.

I will not scream, you told yourself, I am stronger than they were.

“This might hurt,” Osferth warned. Suddenly, the cold of the liquid touched your wound and you began to let out a squeal that had Osferth putting his hand over your mouth to silence you.

When it was over and the stinging subsided, he released his hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologized softly, “We are in Dane Land. We need to be quiet.”

You scoffed, “Tell the ones around the fire that.” You could still hear some of them talking even at this distance away. You pulled yourself back up to sit against the wagon sideboards.

Osferth bristled at your returning unpleasant attitude but did not say anything. He turned to set the bottle of strong ale at the front of the wagon. When his face found yours again briefly, then his cheeks turned the color of roses and he would not meet your eye, looking down to his hands.

Suddenly you realized your skirt was still hiked up to fully expose your injured leg and the tiniest glider at your undergarment. You began to chuckle at Osferth’s discomfort.

“Have you never seen a naked woman before Osferth?” You pulled your skirt down to cover yourself and he finally met your eye.

“What sins I have committed do not matter for it’s your innocence I am trying to protect.” He looked down to his hands again, they were clasped together.

Now he made you blush and you were glad he was not looking at you to see it. You liked the feeling his words gave you deep in your stomach, so you chased this feeling. “Who is to say I am innocent?” You smirked playfully.

Osferth slowly raised his brilliant blue eyes to connect with yours, eyeing you almost like a predator to find your jest hidden within your face but you were rather good at composing your lies. “Have you been with a man?” His voice was deeper, quieter, softer. You watched his tongue dance behind his teeth as he waited for your response.

Your lungs stopped working for what felt like a lifetime before you could collect yourself. Something about his aura, the way he asked you had you in a trance, you couldn’t lie now even if you wanted to. “No,” you breathed out, “I grew up in a nunnery. There wasn’t a chance.”

Osferth returned his vision to his hands once more, as he fiddled with a loose thread on his clothes. He seemed to be deep in thought. You wondered what he was thinking about in this moment. You longed to get inside his mind and pick it, to know if he imagined you under him. The mere thought of such an act gave way to an uncomfortable want at the apex of your thighs and you decided to do as you always did: not hold back.

“What are you thinking about?”

He met your eyes, and again, he had a deep look of desire in his blue eyes. He took in a quick breath. “I do not wish to tell you what I was - am thinking.” He looked down again, “I should repent.”

“You were thinking of me?” Your voice was soft like a gentle breeze through a field of wildflowers on a warm summer morning. Osferth considered in that moment you might be a living, breathing, walking siren for how you could sound so sweet when he knew you were anything but.

He met your eyes and nodded. “Tis not right,” he breathed, “Not fair to you.” Somehow he was closer to you than before. Who was leaning in? Neither of you could tell.

“I don’t care what’s right or wrong,” you whispered, running your hand up his leather armor and grasping the top of it, gently pulling him toward you, though, there was no resistance. “I want you,” was the last thing you said before your lips crashed on his.

He resisted at first, like the God-fearing monk he was taught to be, like the friend of Uhtred he was, like the caretaker he vowed to be to you, but as all pleasures of the flesh he had partaken in before, he decided he would repent afterward in order to taste salvation on the lips of a devil first.

You had never kissed anyone but you had seen it done between Eadith and Finan and the couples in Winchester. You had practiced on your pillow, and you wanted him, desperately. To say your first kiss was good was an understatement. With your novice lips working with Osferth’s expert lips, you felt like you may have met your God.

He pulled away from you but barely, enough to feel his heavy breath against your own. His eyes were heavy, his mouth hanging agape. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admitted.

“I’ve wanted you too,” you blushed, closing the small gap between your hungry mouths again and kissing Osferth with the fever of a rabid dog. He returned the want, the need tenfold and gently, but greedily, placed a large hand on your stomach, another around the bottom of your back and slid you down into a laying position.

He now hovered atop of your body, his large frame covering your own like a cloak of protection. Kneeling beside your body, one of his hands found purchase at the base of your head in your tender hairs and cradled you so that your head was tipped back and neck exposed. Slowly, he worked down your jaw to your neck, kissing and licking against your pulse.

An unfamiliar feeling of tight heat was building in your core and you moved your legs to gather friction against the mounting pressure at the apex of your thighs. When you did so, pain from your wound shot through your body and you let out a small whimper. It was enough for Osferth to stop his pursuit in the taste of your pulse.

He pulled back and you tried to grab his armor, pulling him back but he grasped your hands and shoved them away. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, “This is not right.”

Frustration bubbled up in your throat at his denial, “This is the only thing that’s ever felt right in my life!” You whined, sitting up, angry tears threatening to spill. You sat facing Osferth, propped against the sideboards of the wagon.

Osferth shook his head, “Not everything is about you.” Anger was hidden in his quick words.

You narrowed your eyes, “How could this not be about me? This would have been my first time if you would not have stopped.”

Osferth met your eyes defiantly, “Exactly. I cannot take your innocence! I am not your husband, I am not important enough in your life to do so.”

You rolled your eyes, “If I ask you to take me, then you are.”

He shook his head, jaw clenched hard, “No. That should be reserved for someone more special than me” He met your eye and for the first time in your time knowing him, you saw anger in his eyes, “Do not tempt me again. I will not forgive you if you cause me to sin in such a great way.”

With that, he stood and left angrily, the wagon rocking as he hopped out and away from you, leaving you along in the covered wagon, feeling denied, filthy and shamed.

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