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oddsnendsfanfics · 5 years ago

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Chaos in Coccham

Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom) Pairing: Finan/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: My entry for @geekandbooknerd 1K CELEBRATION! - Whoo! Congrats! My prompt was “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

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Chaos.

Absolute and pure chaos!

The house was upside down and barely hanging on. Toys scattered all over the living room, a sock in the dishwasher, and was that a bucket of sand in the fridge? Uhtred had been gone for the weekend, Friday to Sunday.

Looking at the clock, you rub your hands over your face and sigh. Uhtred would be home before dinner, surely. When he'd left he had made it clear – behave!

Perhaps that had been a warning to the babysitter. Finan loved his surrogate nephews and niece, in return they loved him. What child wouldn't? Uncle Finan was a giant, bearded, kid himself. Your last straw was finding the sticky note on the fridge, claiming that one of the children had thrown up. Finan had insisted he cleaned the kid, the mess, and thanked his time in college for the help.

Had he been drunk?

Through the window in the kitchen, you hear the commotion. Yelling, laughter, and what sounds like something being hit. A brief glance from the window gives you a view of Finan, surrounded by children. A ball of some sort in his hand, he is gearing up to throw it at Osbert, the youngest of Uhtred's children.

Swinging with all his might, the boy closes his eyes, and the others cheer when the make shift ball hits the bat. A loud splat sends bits of obliterated apple soaring through the air. Apple lands everywhere. On the side of the house, the ground, even Osbert. Who, despite the mess he is in, cheers loudly and does a victory lap around the others.

“I told you.” Finan shouts with glee. “I told you that you could do it. See!”

A chorus of “great job!” and “Way to go Os!” follows Finan.

“Alright, little man, are you ready?” Finan shouts and points at a forth child.

Before any more apples can be thrown, you step through the screen door. Everybody wrapped up in their game, nobody took the time to notice you looming.

“Finan.” Your voice rings through the yard.

Heads snap and Osbert even gasps. As if they had saw a ghost or another sort of daunting monster, the gang freezes.

“My love, my heart. What a lovely surprise.” Finan is grinning like a mad man. A bushel of rotting apples by his feet. His beard covered in bits of apple, his shirt muddy, and his jeans grass stained. He looks as rough as the children around him.

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes. “You're in trouble, Mister.”

“Oohh!” the children mocked, giggling and laughing at their babysitter.

“My love, my heart. Trouble? We're only having a bit of fun.” He tries his best to woo you with his cheeky grin and those big brown eyes.

Ignoring him, you set your sights on his accomplices. “Kids, you all know better than to let Finan run wild.”

“Run wild? I did no such thing.” The Irishman defends his actions.

Ignoring his plight the best you can, you try your best to steady your mood. This was a disaster. Finan meant well, he adored the kids, but sometimes he got a little out of hand. Taking the drunk favourite uncle to a whole new level. When Uhtred had asked his best friend to watch his children, he knew what he was getting into.

“Athelstan, what are you doing here?” Your gaze falls upon the dark haired boy, mud and apple all over him.

“I wanted to come play.”

“Do his parents know he's here?” You look at Finan, hoping he had at least mentioned taking the boy to somebody in his family.

“No clue, but his grandmother knows. She brought him over.” Finan's smile is wide, as he ruffles his little shadow's hair.

“Do you want to play?” Uhtred, the younger version, asks holding out the bat.

Scowling at the teenager, you huff. “No, I don't want to play. What I want is everybody inside and cleaning. Your father is going to be murderous, when he comes home to this.”

Sulking and grumbling, Finan's miniature terror brigade slowly move to your will. Had you made it a game, like Finan, they would have gladly got on board doing whatever you asked. Unfortunate for them, this was business that needed dealt with. If you'd left it to Finan, it would never be completed and Uhtred would never speak to either of you again.

Inside the mood was somber, children filing in, and Finan following you like a lost puppy. He would have gotten around to cleaning, eventually. In his defense, Uhtred had lived in worse. Most of their college years were spent living in absolute chaos and disarray. To think of it, Finan couldn't remember either of them ever cleaning. Perhaps that was the reason Sihtric had always kept his door locked and refused to grant them entrance to his room.

“Uhtred is going to kill you,” Hands on your hips, shaking your head at the destruction. At home, Finan would never allow this to happen. If he did you would be gone and he would be left to pick up more than a mess.

“We'll have it all cleaned up before then.” Finan winks and plants a kiss on your cheek. “Come on gang, time to get dirty.”

“But we were having fun,” Stiorra whines pouting and using her best attempt at puppy dog eyes. It was her no fail, fool proof way of getting whatever she wanted.

“Oh, well, I suppose...” Finan smiled softly at his favourite – not that he would tell the others.

“Finan.” You gently cuff the back of his head. “No wonder this place it a wreck. Did you let them play you like that all weekend?”

Finan gently rubbed the back of his head, frowning. “Not all weekend.”

Unbelievable!

Finan was useless when it came to authority with children.

He was kind with a good heart, fun, and trusting. However he had no control over the younger beings, when they wanted something, he was easily played and every kid who met him somehow sensed that. Fun Uncle Finan was his claim and he adored the title, it meant more to him than anything else. Yes, he could allow the children to get unruly. Yes, he could do better with being the boss. He could even feed them a vegetable or two now and then, but what did any of that matter?

At the end of the day they were alive. Happy. Fed. And couldn't wait to start all over again in the morning. These were the things that made memories. Memories of a happy home and childhood were the things that dictated success. Providing a happy childhood, with their favourite drunk uncle, was worth more than gold to Finan.

House somewhat cleaner than when you'd arrived, dinner on the table, and kids cleaned all in three hours – it was something short of a miracle. Finan finished sweeping up the living room, while you wrangled children to the table. This time there wasn't a piece of pizza, chip, or candy insight. No complaints, either, which greatly amused Finan.

If he'd tried to feed them salad, they would have revolted. Staged a coup and hung him by his underwear.

“Well done my love, my heart.” Finan praises, stashing the broom and dust pan.

“See what being a mindful leader gets you,” You wink and turn to give him a well deserved kiss on the cheek. “You can take control, the kids will still love you.”

“Tell me about it, I love you every day. Despite having my bal-” Wisely he shuts his mouth, when he receives your glare. “I will do better, next time.”

“When this is done, I am taking Athelstan home. Finan, please do the dishes and get the kids in bed before it's too late.”

Armed with your instructions, Finan salutes. “Yes ma'am.”

Dinner finished, it's up to the kids to load the dishwasher and get cleaned up. Allowing Finan to flex his authority skills. Gathering the grubby Athelstan, you listen to Finan as he tries to be demanding. The Irishman really doesn't have it in him to be tough, not with three of his favourite young humans at least.

He'll learn. In time.

You had been telling yourself that for a few years. It was never going to happen. Those children had him right where they wanted him, the only other person they could overpower and outwit that easily was Osferth and he was growing wise to their wicked ways.

Shouting goodbye, you usher Athelstan out the front door. His parents likely have no clue he is missing, his grandmother would have told Finan to let her know when he needed to come home, which would have been forgotten in the chaos and fun.

Chaos and Fun were only two of Finan's greatest qualities. Despite how they drove you mad.

“What do we have here?” Uhtred's voice startles you, the car door shutting with a thud. Taking a look over the messy child, he folds his arms and waits.

“Uhtred,” You greet him with a faint smile, speaking loudly in hopes Finan and the children will hear you through the window.

“How bad is it?” Uhtred sighs. He had no illusions about how big of a mess Finan and his children would make. Seeing you was the indication that there was some hope.

“Not as bad as it was.” You shrug, instructing Athelstan to get in the backseat of your car. “They're just finishing dinner.”

“Alright, well, I should go in and see them. Are you going to wait for Finan?”

“Actually, that is a great idea. Tell him to hurry, I won't wait long.”

Waiting for Finan, you smile at Athelstan in the back seat. He looks like he's been lost in the woods for a week, wandering through mud and muck, as if he'd never met a bath before. Thankful that you were the one who didn't have to clean him.

Looking through the windshield, you frown at the sight of Finan dragging himself from the house. Overnight bag in hand, he had a pout and his eyes are downcast as he walks. His upbeat, eager demeanor is dampened. No doubt Uhtred had given him a quick once over about the responsible adult – again.

“What's wrong?” Your immediate instinct is to ask when he opened the car door.

Finan's brow is creased and his eyes sad.

“I wasn't ready to say goodbye.” Finan let the door shut behind him, sighing heavily. “But that is fine, Uhtred asked if I can come over Wednesday, when he works late.”

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raendown · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Hashirama/Madara/Tobirama/Izuna Word count: 1662 Soulmate au: The one where everyone has a tattoo that shifts under your skin to reach towards your soulmate

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Chapter 196: Hashirama/Madara/Tobirama/Izuna

Madara and Izuna had known since they were young that the potential was there, that their souls were so connected they were drawn together even without being true soulmates. It was there in the ink on the back of their hands that reached for each other only to skitter away the moment they touched. Knowing they were so close to being each other’s soulmates meant they had grown up an extremely close pair, close enough to raise a few eyebrows though no accusations were ever made.

Of course both of them had always understood that same potential existed with their respective rivals as well. It was hard to ignore the pull of their ink each time the Uchiha and Senju clashed in battle, just as it was hard to ignore the disappointment whenever their bodies met in spurts of taijutsu only for the ink to skitter away as it always did. Even if one of them had been matched to an enemy it was still a precious honor to actually discover one’s soulmate. It would have been nice to know their match, though that would not have lessened the bond they had in any way.

Building a village with the Senju was a sort of bittersweet thing when it happened, so close together with so much potential and yet never a solid match made. More often than not Izuna and Madara found themselves ending the day by curling together on their living room couch and talking about anything but the concept of soulmates.

As time went on even Izuna learned to put his instinctual hatred aside and make friends of a sort with the two Senju brothers. The two pairs could often be found out and about during their off hours in any number of combinations even though rarely did all four of them find a chance to be together at the same time with so much work to be done in so many places. It was strange to admit but spending time with either of the Senju provided the same domestic contentment Izuna and Madara felt when they were alone together, something that only brought the four of them closer together.

Today just so happened to be one of the rare occasions that all four of them found they had a few hours to spend together. It was only a simple dinner eaten on the engawa in the Senju’s backyard but simple things were often the most peaceful, as Hashirama would likely say.

Izuna made no apologies for lounging against his old rival’s shoulder after the food had been demolished, watching their older brothers work off a few calories with messy roughhousing only a few feet away. Neither of them were wearing shoes and their feet slid repeatedly on the grass as an evening mist rose and left dew in its wake. Their pants were both soaked before long but they doggedly continued to clash and tumble and fill the air with unrestrained laughter. A far cry from the tension of the warring era.

“Go away,” Tobirama rumbled as he watched the two of them slip closer. “You’re going to fall on us if you’re not careful.”

“Hah! If I’m going down I’m taking all of you with me!” Madara's cackle didn’t have nearly the same hair-raising effect as it used to have with flowers all woven in a crown around his temple. Either he didn’t remember they were there or he refused to do away with such an obvious sign of Hashirama's favor – something he should well know he’d always had.

Rolling his eyes, Izuna snorted. “Take us down in to madness maybe. Listen to Tobi and go away. I’m comfortable.”

“We’ll try!” Hashirama managed to say before Madara gave another shove and he whooped with excitement as he pushed back, wrestling like children.

Of course because he had just promised to be careful that was when his foot slipped and he went reeling backwards. Madara cried out as he was dragged along by the death grips they were holding on to each other with, sending both of them crashing back against the engawa straight in to their younger brothers’ laps. Three different voices swore harshly but that still that wasn’t enough to drown out the sound of Hashirama's frantic apologies as they all twisted and squirmed and generally tried to figure out how to untangle themselves.

Eventually Izuna got tired of the confusing shuffle and shouted, “Everyone just stop moving!” To his great surprise, they listened.

“We didn’t mean to,” Hashirama whimpered.

“I smell a plot to force us in to accepting more of your insistent hugs,” Tobirama snipped back not unkindly. He sounded like he was trying not to laugh more than anything else.

“Alright.” Izuna struggled to get one hand under himself and braced against the pile of bodies with his other hand. “Just nobody move and I’ll try to figure out whose limb goes where and then we…and then we…oh my god…”

Predictably, all three other men began wriggling with worry.

“What is it?”

“Is something wrong?”

“Are you okay?”

“Did we hurt you?”

Izuna blinked at his hand and could only choke out one word. “Soulmates.”

Once more the pile went still, this time with shock. Of the three of them only Madara was at an angle they could make eye contact and his brother had never looked more like he was standing on a precipice, ready to jump at a moment’s notice. It was an odd look on him but one that reassured Izuna for the hundredth time just how deeply his brother trusted him.

“What did you say?” Madara asked and it took a few tries to answer him.

“I…” He looked down at his hand. “We’re…” The spot of ink that had always skittered away at the last moment was still and calm, so far down the back of his hand it had slid up his fingers and dyed the tips black where they rested on someone’s leg. “I think we’re all soulmates.”

That was the only explanation that made sense to him. Since making peace and getting to know each other he had touched all of these men more times than he could count and always his soul mark yearned for them until the last possible second when it shied away, incomplete. Now with all four of them in a heap his mark had settled for the first time. It was a wild idea that four different people could all be fate bonded to each other, a crazy intricate tapestry the likes of which he’d never heard of before, but the idea of it just felt so right that as soon as it settled in his mind he accepted it as truth without question. He had three soulmates. He was bound to all of his most beloved people.

“Is that possible?” he heard Hashirama ask.

“Probably,” Tobirama’s voice answered. “If you could all get off of me we could test that theory quite easily.”

“You want to do an experiment now!?”

“Dummy, we just have to touch each other. That’s the whole experiment.” Even as he rebuked his brother Tobirama managed to sound fond, a rarity he reserved only for those present in their little dog pile.

Once again the struggle began as they all wriggled about trying to untangle themselves. It took several more minutes and not a few elbows in unfortunate places but finally the four of them were able to stand facing each other in a tight circle just beside the engawa. With anticipatory looks traded back and forth Tobirama instructed them all to hold out one hand but not to touch each other, looking almost surprised that they all did as they were told without fight.

As expected, all of their marks reached out for each other but as he went around and touched each of them one by one their marks all skittered away. When he laid a hand each on Madara and Izuna both of their marks skittered away as well – but towards each other. Even when he brought all three of them together the results were the same.

“Right. Anija, if you would add your hand to the mix please.”

Hashirama very carefully reached out to poke one finger against the ball they made together and all of them watched with fascination as their marks all slotted together like puzzles pieces, four blots of ink happily reaching out and curling together in a way they had all seen in other people hundreds of times. There was no mistaking what that meant. Just like there was no containing Hashirama as it dawned on him that he had finally found the answer to a question that had plagued them all for years.

“We really are all soulmates! Oh this is amazing!” With a happy cry he reached out and drew them all in to a tight bear hug at the same time, nearly tripping them back in to another pile on the ground.

“Isn’t it though?” Izuna mumbled. He met his brother’s eyes and smiled to see the wonder in them.

“Actually, I’m a little upset this didn’t occur to me earlier,” Tobirama said with a frown.

Madara rolled his eyes. “You don’t always have to have the answer for everything you know.”

The two of them immediately began to bicker happily, Hashirama interjecting with frequent outbursts of glee, and Izuna watched it happen without mentioning that they were all still holding hands, not one of them making any sort of movement to pull away. It was hard to believe the solution was so simple yet so complicated at the same time and that it had been there for the taking if any of them had just opened their eyes to the possibilities.

Feeling like everything in his life had been leading him to this moment, to this happiness, Izuna closed his eyes and smiled as he listened to the sounds of the future awaiting him.

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tiozambia · 6 years ago

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Shaw own goal gives Barca advantage over United

Manchester United face an even tougher task to turnaround the 1-0 deficit from the first leg of their quarterfinal with Barcelona than their miraculous comeback away to Paris Saint-Germain in the last 16, coach Ole Gunnar Solskjaer admitted on Wednesday. United became the first side to ever overcome a 2-0 first leg defeat at home to reach the last eight with a 3-1 win in Paris last month. But Solskjaer, who scored the winner when United won the Champions League at the Camp Nou in 1999, believes Barca's prestigious European history makes beating the Spanish champions a different prospect to PSG. "Of course the PSG performance away gives us hope and belief we can do it, but we know we are playing against probably the favourites for the tournament," said Solskjaer. "It will be a greater achievement winning that one with the history of Barcelona. They are not used to losing at home." Luke Shaw's early own goal was all that separated the sides on the scoresheet, but Barca comfortably edged towards a first Champions League semifinal in four years as United failed to register a single shot on target. "It leaves a good taste in the mouth to win here, but we know it is not a big enough lead given what happened (with United) in the last round," said Barca coach Ernesto Valverde. Much has been made of Luis Suarez's Champions League goal drought on the road and while the Uruguayan has still not officially netted an away goal in the competition since September 2015, he had a huge hand in Barca's winner. Lionel Messi drifted in behind the United defence and his cross hung up to the back post was headed goalwards by Suarez, the ball flicking off Shaw on its way past David de Gea. An errant offside flag briefly threatened to spoil Suarez's delight. However, the goal was quickly given on a VAR review and the former Liverpool striker took extra glee at having the last laugh with a fist pump in front of the Stretford End. "The value of the goal doesn't change if another player gets the last touch or not," added Valverde. The early goal should have settled the Catalans into their stride as their dominance of possession touched close to 90 percent in the opening stages. Yet they offered United plenty of encouragement with Sergio Busquets in particular off the pace. "It is very difficult over the course of a season to always be at the highest level," said Valverde. "To win away from home in the Champions League you have to suffer." MESSI ROUGHED UP United defender Chris Smalling had said "bring it on" at the prospect of facing Messi on the eve of the game. And he left the Argentine bloodied from the nose as he careered into an aerial challenge on the half-hour mark. Messi was quickly back on his feet and into the heart of the action, but it was Philippe Coutinho who came closest to extending Barca's advantage before the break with a thunderous low shot that De Gea did brilliantly to repel with his feet. Moments later United could easily have been on level terms, but the hosts' best chance of the half fell to the wrong man as Marcus Rashford picked out Diogo Dalot only for the Portuguese to completely miscue his header across goal. However Rashford also failed to make proper contact with his big chance early in the second-half when Ter Stegen could only punch a cross into his path. The Red Devils have now failed to score and have lost in four of their last six home Champions League games. "Those statistics are not bright, we cannot defend not scoring goals at home," added Solskjaer. "But away from home we beat Juventus, we beat PSG and we have to go to Barcelona and win that one." The result could have been worse for Solskjaer's men as Suarez fired into the side-netting before De Gea used his feet to good effect once more to deny Jordi Alba. Read the full article

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