#finan is too fucking precious

[arcielee]

He is just... 💜

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i’m a simple girl i see a man with brown soft hair and brown eyes and big arms and a kind heart and i get a little stupid

[lauwrite1225]

Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria's life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : And there it is, the first chapter of this fic I have been working on for a few weeks now! I'll post every Friday! A very BIG thank you too @maggiescarborough​ for all her precious help and thanks to whom this is story is way better than originally ahah!

Warnings : mention of blood and death

Chapter 1 : I'm fallin' so I'm takin' my time on my ride

“Vicky you shouldn’t drive home so late.”

Victoria sighs as she climbs down the few stairs from her parents’ house down to the garden, her mother following her close. It’s dark and the motion detector activates the outdoor light, making the little path leading to where she parked her car more visible. 

“Stay for the night at least, you can leave early.” Her mother insists, arms crossed upon her chest to protect herself from the cold.

“I can’t mom.” She unlocks her car, throwing her bag on the passenger seat before turning around and leaning against the door. “I have to open the shop tomorrow and I don’t want to be late if there’s too many people on the road.” 

“That’s not safe, Vicky.”

“Come on, mom, it’s not the first time I’m driving during the night.” She exhales, sitting in the car and starting it. “I’ll text you when I’m home.” She smiles, ignoring her mother’s eye roll and closing the door. 

She slowly drives away from her parents' house, an old house lost in the middle of Essex. Her mother wasn't wrong about the risk of driving during the night on country roads, but Vicky took this road so many times, she's not really worried. She turns on the radio and turns the sound up when she recognizes the melody of Ride by Twenty one Pilots. Her fingers tap the steering wheel in rhythm with the drum, her head nodding regularly. She knows that song by heart and can't resist singing the lyrics as she drives in the direction of London. 

After half an hour of driving, a heavy rain is now falling, Vicky starts to regret not having listened to her mother. She woke up early this morning to be in time for the family lunch her parents have been harassing her about for a month. She yawns, her hand passing through her blond hair as she drives on a small quite deserted road. She tries to turn up the music louder to not fall asleep, but inevitably, her head starts to nod and her eyelids grow heavier. She closes her eyes, just one second, but when she opens them again, she’s blinded by the headlights of another car in front of her. Panicked, she hits the brake with all her strength, a slew of insults escaping her lips. The person in the vehicle in front seems to do the same and swerves. But inevitably, the two cars meet and the shock makes Vicky’s head hit the steering wheel violently.

For a long moment, it’s just darkness and silence and Victoria finds it awkwardly peaceful. She feels weak and out of her body, the strangest feeling she has ever felt. She can’t tell how long she’s been that way but suddenly it vanishes. She’s overwhelmed by all her senses who awaken at the same time. She panics, the feeling of her heart beating resounding in her whole body and the air painfully filling her lungs. She abruptly opens her eyes, straightening until the back of her head hits the car seat. 

It takes her a few minutes to calm her breath and to realize where she is, morning’s light blinding her. She’s still in her car, the windshield broken in a million pieces dispersed everywhere. She quickly notices the blood on the steering wheel and her clothes and immediately she brings her fingers to her forehead and indeed she finds fresh blood, but no wound. It should have reassured her, however it horrifies her. She tries to open the door and has to force it to finally leave the car. In the process, she falls on the floor and crawls to move away from the vehicle. The sleeves of her shirt are torn and stained with blood, but again, she’s perfectly healthy. Her confusion makes her sick and she leans on a side to throw up, her whole body shaking with a long thrill. 

Once her stomach is emptied she starts to look around her, now that there’s daylight she is able to see the fields that expand as far as the eye can see. She’s alone on this road, with her car with smoke coming out of the hood and absolutely no sign of the other vehicle. She stands on her feet, her legs shaking, and walks a little further to see if there’s anyone.

“They fucking left me alone.” She grumbles as she realizes she really was utterly alone. 

She walks back to her car and grabs her bag and jacket before searching her phone. When she finally has a hand on it, she sighs of relief. Though it doesn’t last long as she discovers how the screen is cracked. 

“New car and new phone it is, then.” Victoria speaks to herself, more to try to stay calm than anything. Fortunately, it’s still working but she realises right after that there's no signal. “Obviously.”

She looks around her one last time before facing the facts, she has to walk back home. She fills her bag with the important papers stacked in her car before walking away. After a quarter hour of walking, she starts to recognize where she is and estimates she should arrive in a village in another quarter hour. This time alone gives her the occasion to try to understand what happened last night. She obviously got into a car accident and the other person involved let her on her own, didn't even try to search for help, it is morning now, in six hours at least, if they left to find help, they should have already been back. No, they left her on her own as if she was dead. 

Victoria stops, the thought troubling her. She can't explain what she felt after the accident, she has already fainted a few times in her life, and it has never been like this before. But what is even more troubling, is that she's perfectly healthy, not even a scratch despite the blood she found on her clothes and in the car. Nothing is making sense.

She covers her face with both of her hands, then rubs her eyes as waking up from a bad dream. But she's still in the middle of a road, in the middle of nowhere. 

“What the hell?!” She shouts, frustrated by so much incomprehension. 

She continues to walk, she wipes the blood from her face before she reaches the village and puts her jacket on to hide the state of her clothes. She has no idea of what happened and she definitely doesn't want to have to explain it to anyone. She finishes her way home with public transports, and it's past midday when she arrives in London. She gets a few messages, from her boss and even more from her mother. She sends excuses to her boss with a lie and another lie to her mother, saying she fell asleep and forgot to text her before. 

Once she's in her small flat, she rushes to the shower after throwing her clothes in the washer. She stays at least an hour under the water, her mind playing the past events over and over until she's upset again. When she steps out of the shower, she’s starving. So she grabs the first thing she finds in her fridge, which happens to be the leftovers of her lunch from two days ago. She tries to remain distracted, turning on the TV and starting an episode of Game of Thrones, her best friend Rebecca has been harassing for a month to start watching the show. And for a brief hour, she’s captivated by the Battle of Bastards, and by how good looking Kit Harrington is in armor. 

The rest of the day is uneventful and when Rebecca visits her later in the afternoon Victoria hesitates to talk to her about her accident. But she’s pretty sure she’d simply think her completely crazy. 

“Are you alright, Vicky?” Rebecca eventually asks when she hands her a cup of tea. 

Victoria smiles kindly. “Yes.” She’s not used to lying to her best friend. They have known each other since middle school and she could count the number of times she lied to her on one hand, one being for her surprise birthday for her 18th birthday. “Why are you asking?”

She sits next to her friend on the couch, bringing her own cup of tea to her lips to blow on it. “I don’t know you’re very silent. And you said you weren’t feeling good this morning.”

“Oh… Well it was nothing, just felt nauseous.”

Rebecca narrows her dark eyes but doesn't push further. “How were your parents?” She asks, changing the subject, much to Vicky's pleasure.

“They were fine.” She takes a long sip of her tea. “They wondered if you'd like to come for dinner one day.”

Rebecca grins, her parents have always been pretty fond of her, even proposing her to join family events. It never bothered Victoria who was happy to have a friend with her. “Of course, I'll come. I just need a date.”

“I'll text you.”

Rebecca leaves after dinner and as soon as the door is closed Vicky falls into her bed, exhausted. She doesn't have time to overthink as usually when she tries to find sleep, she finds Morpheus' arms the moment she closes her eyes. But her sleep is far from being peaceful, her dreams bringing her sometime in the Middle Age, judging by the clothes of the men surrounding her. She's in the middle of a fight opposing warriors with long hair and tattooed faces and others with more modest appearance, only a fire alighting the area. She looks around her, trying to understand the scene, but her vision is almost constantly brought back to one of the warriors. It's a tall man, wearing leather armor above a greenish tunic, with dark hair and beard. He is using his sword with such ability, his movements swift and precise, Vicky can't help but be impressed. From the corner of her eyes she can see men falling and how trees seem to delimit a clearing. She looks up to the sky and can see the stars shining in the sky, never before she has seen them so clearly. Then, a sound catches her attention and she's staring at the warrior again. He is not fighting anymore, frozen and his face twisting into a grimace. She looks down to his abdomen in sync with him and she gasps as she sees the sword coming out of his belly. And it's like she can feel all his pain as the sword leaves his body, her guts tearing apart. The man coughs blood, falling on his knees, his hands pressed on the gaping hole in his abdomen. He finishes his fall, head first in the mud and Victoria can feel the life leaving his body as the man takes his last breaths, his brown eyes looking into the void. 

Victoria wakes up abruptly, sweating and panting. She presses a hand on her chest, desperately trying to calm her breath. Once she's calmed she pours herself a cup of water, still haunted by the sensation of her dream or maybe nightmare. She doesn't find sleep after that, so she just lies on her couch, watching TV, until morning comes and the hour she has to leave for work. 

It's only the first night of a dozen as sleepless. Most of the time, she finds herself in the Middle Age, in various places, some faces regularly appearing. Sometimes she's in other periods, even in modern days. But the common point to all her dreams is this man. Each time she can see him more clearly, his thick hair is most of the time cut short around his ears, a scar slashing his forehead while two small others are ornamenting his left cheekbone. One day, she decides to draw him, she spends the afternoon on it, but she's determined to make it as realistic as possible. As the lines darken the paper, she realizes how the man reminds her of someone. She sends the drawing to Rebecca without much explanation and she immediately replies to her that he reminds her of the guy from the conspiracy theory video they watched one late night. 

Victoria takes the time to search the video in her browser history, and indeed, Rebecca was right. The man is the spitting portrait of the one called the “time traveler”. She watches the video with probably much more interest than the first time, desperate to understand why he is haunting her nights. That's clearly the least credible story she has ever heard: a man, the same man, captured in pictures at different places and at different periods of time. A guy talented with photoshop could perfectly create this whole theory. She sighs, closing her laptop and just comes to the conclusion that her brain registered the man's face when she watched the video with Rebecca and simply has a fixation on it since. 

Curious to know the origins of the other faces she can see in her dreams, she draws them as well and she finds herself with three other men. The younger looking is blond with a bowl cut, a long face and an endearing smile. The two others look much more like warriors, one has long hair tied and shaved on the sides, his eyes a piercing blue, the other has different colour eyes and a tattoo covering the side of his neck. Once again, she sends her drawings to Rebecca but this time she has no idea of where she could have seen them. 

Days pass, the dreams don't fade but Victoria forgets about her accident and all the strange things that happened, until the police call her. Obviously, her car had to be found as she didn't call anyone to take care of it, she just wanted to forget what happened. She tries to give the best explanation to the police, telling them she's alright and shock made her forget to deal with her broken vehicle. After an hour on the phone they finally let her alone, adding that if she wanted to file a complaint there would probably not be a lot of results. She just replies that she will think of it, when in fact she won't at all.

As things couldn’t get weirder, one afternoon she meets an odd customer at the bookshop she’s been working for years now. She doesn’t notice him particularly, until she feels like he is staring at her behind his sunglasses. She tries to ignore him, but can’t resist staring back. He is wearing a grey sweatshirt, the hood covering his hair, but at the color of his beard she guesses it’s as dark. There’s something familiar to him and decided to understand what his problem with her is, she fully turns to face him. 

“Can I help you?”

The man seems to freeze, his hands sinking in the pockets of his trousers. He lowers his head and reads the badge with Victoria’s name on her jacket. He looks back to her and this time she raises an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest. 

“No that’s alright.” He mutters with an accent she doesn’t get in the moment. “Sorry for botherin’ ya.” 

He steps back and leaves the bookshop without another word. She doesn’t move for a moment, frowning and still staring at the shop’s door. She has dealt with a thousand customers in five years of working here, sometimes extremely weird, even more than this one, however it’s him who remains stuck in her head even a few days after his visit. 

But the culmination of this month filled by weird events happens a week after the man came to the bookshop. It’s a friday, and as usual, Vicky has her free afternoon and spends it at her flat, watching the last episode of Game of Thrones while drawing. But she’s interrupted by a knock on her door. She frowns, pretty sure she expected no one to come today. The person knocks again and she gets up from her desk chair. She unlocks the door, opens it, and before she can even say “hello”, she gasps in surprise at the sight of the man standing in front of her. 

Victoria has no doubts. It’s the man from her dreams or the one theorists call the “time traveler”, standing in the corridor of her floor with a tight, uncomfortable.

A/N : A first chapter full of misteries ahah ! Don’t hesitate to comment, express your ideas regarding what could happen or whatever could happen, I’m really curious to know ahah! See you next week for some answers ;)

Tags : @maggiescarborough​ @geekandbooknerd​ @obipoelover​ @finansarms​ ; Don’t hesitate to tell me if you want to be add to the tag list of the fic!

[thetravelerbewithyou]

Best moments of season 4

Beocca’s death: because it furthered Uthred’s Character arc. He needed to become less rash and stop running into trouble headfirst - now he just does it after thinking about it. (Don’t judge it’s a step in the right direction)

Aethelflaed and Uthred’s kiss before the battle of Tettenhall. (RIP my ship - I don’t think Uthred and her will ever be a thing again but it’s fine at least she didn’t die)

Aethelred’s death bed scenes: because fuck him but also because they actually made me feel sorry for him and that’s an accomplishment holy shit)

Finan, Sithric and Osferth’s friendship (as always)

Stiorra and young Uthred (yasss to siblings loving and respecting each other despite being different)

Brida killing the welsh bastards while heavily pregnant.

Everything that involved Eadith but especially her and Finan (I hope they go there next season)

Everything related to Sigtryggr (my newest addition to my “I will stan” list) - him and Stiorra are fucking precious

Things I didn’t like

Edward (fuck you Edward.. I hate that I felt sorry for him for two seconds because of his sons)

Aethelflaed being a little too far up her own Mercian ass for the last two episodes (she’s still badass as fuck and a great leader but ... ya know I need to stand up for my boy Uthred)

And as always I LOVED to hate Haesten that selfish little weasel.

[theladyofdeath]

Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric for fuck, marry, kill:))

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

that’s tough.

I’mma say....

F: Sihtric. and Uhtred. Two for one? Yes.

M: FINAAAAAAAAN i love him so much it hurts

K: I shan’t. they’re too precious.

>> Ask me ANYTHING! <<

[babeimagineus]

Roommates pt3

Mature, otherwise enjoy!

“Open the damn door idiot!” 

You yell at him to open the door. Your hands were filled with very heavy groceries. He opens the door too see you struggling. You huff out and push the two bags in front of him. 

“Help me please?” 

“After you call me an idiot? No way.” 

Justin moves out of the way, signalling you with his arms to the kitchen. 

“It's really heavy!” You groan out. 

Justin sees and finally just gives in. He easily holds the bags and brings them on the counter. 

“Did you get the cereal I wanted?”

 Justin digs through the bags to find his favourite colourful cereal. 

“This means i don't have to pay you back for lunch yesterday right?” You half joke out. 

“No.” 

“By the way, did you pay the bills this last month? They haven't came yet.” 

“Yeah. is that a problem?” 

“Where did you get the money from? I mean you don't work or anything, student allowance isn't that much is it?” 

“Dad.” 

Justin has been receiving more than enough money from his dad back at home. School wasn't that expensive, he had quite a lot of leftover money. The bieber family was quite lucky to be exact, their dad’s was the CEO of a very large company. Over the last years money has been quite easy for them to make. 

“They must love their precious son.”

You glance back at Justin as you put away the groceries. He ignores your teasing comment. 

“Can you finish up, I need to take a shower. I feel so gross.”

While showering, you still can’t believe justin would help you finanically.

You suddenly hear a sudden knock at your bathroom door.

 “What!”

“I need a big favour!” 

“Yeah, go on.” 

“Can my friend come over?!” 

“whatever.” 

You walk out, freshly showered, in a tank top and shorts and plop yourself on the bed. 

“Come out Y/N!”

You hear justin yelling your name to come out. I mean you were quite older than those young college kids. 3 years? Its been 5 years since you went school. You never went uni, you didn't know anything about ‘homework’ anymore. 

“Hurry up!” 

You sigh out, wrapping yourself up in a robe as you feel your sleeping attire was not appropriate. You walk out to spot three different people in your home. You want to kill Justin as he said ‘friend’ and not ‘friends.’ Justin waves you to come over, 

“Sit.” You see a familiar face. 

This was the guy you were dancing with at the club a while back.

“Y/N!” he screams out, “AYE!”

You wrinkle your eyebrows at him. 

“Khail, Za and Kendall.” 

You wave a little hi, acting like a nervous turtle. 

“Stop being a weirdo. We’re playing a drinking game.” 

widen your eyes, drinking game? These kids were not legal to drink yet. 

“We’re both 21.” Khalil indicates to him, Za and kendall. 

“Oh.”

You were only on your 2nd bottle. 

“I need to pee.” 

You rush your way to the toilet. 

“I think you should stop now.” 

Justin seriously tells his friends to stop. They had been refilling your drink, making you think you aren't drinking much but in reality you were on your 7th bottle. 

“Why. She looks like she needs to chillax.” Za jokes out. 

You jump back out, this time without your robe. Feeling giggly and you seat down beside Justin. 

Your head really hurt now, you plop your head on Justin’s leg, holding out your cards in front of your head. 

“I can see you cards.” 

“Stop looking then.” 

“I can see your underwear.” Za points out as a joke. 

Your head slams up, knocking up Justin’s chin in the process. 

“Ow. Fucking hell Y/N.” 

Justin clutches his jaw, his eyes shut in pain. You cover your mouth at what you just did. 

“I’m so sorry.” Justin gets up and walks away from the scene. 

“Haha-we’ll just go now. See ya Y/N,” Khail nods as the others began to get up. 

You quickly turn around, “oh bye! Wait are you ok to drive?” 

“Dont worry about us, worry about pretty boy over there,” he smirks.

After they had left, you go on to check on Justin. 

“Are you ok?” you ask him.

you stand beside as he lies down with his arms wrapped around his eyes. 

“Dont wear that again.” 

“What?” 

“Those fucking shorts. They are so fucking short ok?” 

“these arent short..” you look down at your pj shorts.

They must've risen up, you thought. Fine, next time you’ll cover up when you’re in front of his friends. 

“They are, they don't even look like shorts. Cover up.” 

Sure they were a little short but justin had no right to tell you off like this, it's the 21st century, i could wear whatever i want. 

“Whatever.” you wave him off. 

“I’m serious Y/N.” 

He was started to sound like an old man, he was starting to sound like Andrew. 

“You’re my not boyfriend. Dont tell me what to do” 

You turn around to see Justin look up at you before his eyes flicked back down to your bare legs. He suddenly grabs your thighs with his large hands and drag you forwards. 

“These,” he indicates to your legs, “are mine.” 

Before you could say anything, he places a gentle kiss on your upper inside of your right legs. Justin could help himself. Even his friends all notice how thirsty Justin was, just not Y/N. Justin tried to hold off the entire night, but now he could not hold off any longer. Justin glances to find your eyes solely following his every move. This made him more confident to go further. 

He quickly switches positions and sits down on the bed. He traps your body between his legs with his large hands secured around your back thighs. He leans down to place kisses down your inner thighs. You squirm under his touch, the sensation going straight to your lower stomach. 

“Can I?” 

He points to your bed shorts, asking for permission to let them go. 

“Yeah.”

Your voice is quite, scared maybe. He pulls them off your hips, them falling straight down your legs. You’re now left in your lace panties and cami. He suddenly latches his mouth over your heat. Despite taking you by surprise, you encourage him more but pushing his down a bit more, thrusting your hips up. 

“More.” you breathe out. 

With this Justin chucks you down onto the bed. He hovers over, staring into your face. 

“Kiss me.” 

He doesn't think twice and moves his soft lips against yours. He slips his tongue in, furthering the kiss. You pull away. You stare down at him, still in full clothing. 

“Take this off.” 

He quickly moves back to remove his black hoodie, in the process, his white t shirt rises up a bit, you get a glimpse of his tone abs and a tattoo you’ve never seen before. There was a small bird on his lower hip. He moves his attention back to you. 

“This too.” 

He doesn't hesitate. With his upper body now bare, you reach your hands over his inked body. He watches you. 

“These are mine.” You tease him with his words. 

He gulps down, your fingertips a little too close to his south. You smiled as you see him a little nervous. You thought he was ‘experienced’ as you heard many rumors about him being a playboy. You kind of wanted to test him now. 

You move down and touch his manhood. He lowly groans out. You watch him take his bottom lip between his teeth. Wow, this was quite hot. This made you feel more confident, not scared anymore, maybe a little motivation as well. Now you really want to show Justin a good time. 

“Take these off.” 

Justin was about to, but he notices you still had your tank top was still on and also notices how you were enjoying this a little too much. He rips it apart, literally. Before you could tell him off for ripping your shirt, he want down your bra, exposing your soft nipples. 

He latches down on your left nipple, pulling at it. You moan out, the pleasure rising up faster than before. You were so sensitive, not having any action in the last month or two. 

“Stop fucking teasing me Y/N.” 

He kisses down your stomach, closing his way down to your dripping womanhood. You rise up your hips, wanting him to eat you out already. He glances down to see you’ve already made a wet patch. Too even aroused to be embarrassed, you reach down and touch yourself, letting out a moan of relief. 

Justin yanks your wrist away and quickly inserts a single finger in. Before having anytime to stretch, he begins moving his large digit in a steady pace. You shut your eyes closed, the pleasure so amazing, knocking the breath out of you. Your grip the bedsheets tightly and take your bottom lip between your teeth. Justin watches you enjoying the pleasure. He seemed to enjoy it more than you. You were so captivating, his eyes were taking everything, but mostly your expression. 

He reaches down and pulls at his pants, quickly pulling them past his hips. He pulls his shaft out, hard and red, liquid already visible. He groans deeply as he wraps his hand around himself.

 “Ugh, fuck-” He suddenly opens his eyes to see your mouth around shaft. He was too into pleasuring himself, he totally forgot about you. He finally realises his finger had already stopped moving. You grab his finger and bring it to your mouth, licking around his finger, lasting yourself. You tasted salty, a little bitter. You scrunch up your face. Justin looks at your, totally drowned at how freaky you were. 

“You’re fucking driving me crazy.” You smirk at him. 

“So good.” you say as you spread your legs out for him. 

He twitches at the sight of your legs spreaded for him, your core open for his lustful eyes. You wanted him as much as he did. You just wanted him to hurry. Justin seemed to be struggling more than you thought. Wasn't this a playboy, you were dealing with? 

You glance down to his shaft. He was rock solid and his tip was red, almost swollen. Your mouth watered at the sight. 

“C’mon, show me a good time.” you encourage him, hoping he’ll fuck you already.

He alligines himself at your heat. He plunges in. He feels your tight walls around him. 

“Holy shit. So tight.” 

You glance up to him biting his lip so hard, it looked as if it was about to bleed. 

“Are you ok?” he spits out, choking on how much the pleasure was for him. 

“Move.” 

He starts off slow. You feel him while, stretching your walls so wide, almost like a rubber band. He was definitely bigger than Andrew’s. You almost cry out, not really expected him to slam into you. He continues to plunge into you. 

The pit in your lower stomach rising very quickly. Both of you let out loud pants, not being able to let out any words. 

“Y/N.” he barely lets out, “I’m there. Fuck.”

 Justin wonders if you’re close to, he doesn't want to spill too soon but with the fact your walls were so good around his shaft, it almost impossible hold back. He suddenly reach between your sweaty bodies and rubs at your sensitive bud, wanting to bring you closer. You moan out, the pleasure being too much, Justin’s rubbing and the pace he was moving his shaft in you made you let go suddenly. You grasp the bedsheets, your mouth in a ‘o’. 

“Fuck-f-fuck” Justin curses out loud.

Justin feels you clench tightly around his member, causing it to be the final straw as he spills his seed into you. Your eyes are still shut as you try to recover from your orgasm. Justin collaspes his sweaty body against yours. You open your eyes wide. 

“Justin!” you attempt to move his sticky body away from him. 

He rolls on the side. He opens his eyes at you. He gently pecks your bare shoulder. He wanted to stay like this forever. 

“I’m gonna go clean up.” 

Justin pouts at this. 

“Lets shower together!” you roll your eyes at his comment. 

“Have fun cleaning yourself.”