#osferth headcanons

[witchthewriter]

𝐎𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: violence, nsfw section, mentions of blood and battles

a/n: okay so i did a bit of research and in this time, it's only monks who were not allowed to marry and i think remain celebate? nsfw included...it will all be explained

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISFP

Hufflepuff

Lawful Good turned Neutral Good

Pisces Sun, Libra Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・When Osferth first met you, he was incredibly frightened of you...but did his best to hide it.

・Well, even Uhtred was wary of you at first. You had come off the battlefield, covered in blood, a sword in both hands, and a fucking grin on your face

・Out of three of the four men were practically having heart palpatations when you looked their way and your smile grew.

"Oh fuck-" Finan said, practically frozen.

"Shit shit shit, in coming, Uhtred-" Osferth was by his Lord's side, not ... hiding behind him, only merely standing beside him.

・It wasn't until Sihtric stood up, opening his arms wide that the men let out a joint sigh.

・Even though both of you were covered in blood and had considerate wounds (although none too serious), you hugged each other as hard as you could.

"Um, not to ... break up this beautiful picture," Finan started, "but who exactly is this Sihtric?"

"This is my cousin!"

・Osferth's attention never left you. His eyes constantly seeking you, he needed to know where you were at all times.

・His crush on you, which took a few weeks for him to realise, made him obsessed with you.

・Osferth yearned for you.

・But little did he know, you felt the exact same way.

・You travelled with Uhtred and his crew for months, and you fought in many battles (saving the lives of each men around twice; but whose counting?)

・Finan was the easiest to talk to - with Uhtred always galloping off to do Lord things, Sihtric usually spying for him, which left Finan, Osferth and yourself.

・The monk took a while to speak to you, and the first few times he stuttered.

・The black khol around your eyes, Viking markings and tattoos were enough to make any Saxon quiver.

・But he'd seen you in battle, and his heart fluttered every time.

・So Finan was the only person to talk to. And talk he did.

・You listened to the Irishman, but your eyes often wandered to the monk, whose gaze would quickly avert from your own

・Everytime he did this, you smiled. And of course, Finan caught on.

・So one night he decided to meddle.

"Argh! I've hurt me ankle - Osferth and y/n, can ye get the firewood for me. God this hurts!" He near shouted as the two of you walked off together.

・Was Finan an idiot at times? Yes. But a brilliant idiot. Because the asshole actually got Osferth to talk to you. And once you got talking, you both opened up. As if you had known each other all your lives.

・When Uhtred and Sihtric returned, they were stunned to see the two of you so close. Emotionally as well as physically.

・Sihtric especially, since he felt rather protective of you. Even if you could beat him in a fight.

・Osferth had never known love, not romantic love, and he knew he would never feel it to this extent again.

・He has your eye colour memorised, as well as your smile, the way you like to do your hair, your favourite colour etc.

・He's tentative and sweet, emotionally mature - although he can be a bit naive at times.

・Osferth never thought someone like you; someone as intimidating and strong and fierce as you, could ever look twice at him. Let alone love him.

・And he swore to himself that he would do everything he could to make you happy.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Sun (Osferth) x Moon (You)

Love language is physical touch (You) x Is touch starved (Osferth)

 Confident & Flirty (You) x Has Never Been Flirted With Before, Thinks They're Just Being Nice (Osferth)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Opposites Attract

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

A New Beginning by Alexandre Desplat

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.

・We know that Osferth isn't a virgin, as he had two GROWN WOMEN physically fighting over him!

・He has the same dedication to his partner's pleasure as he has faith in God

・The first few weeks of your relationship, Osferth was always shocked that you kissed him.

・Often you asked him if he was okay, if he wanted to stop and then this fire would overtake him

・The kisses turned heated, passionate, almost overwhelming

・His large hands like to wander from your face, to your back, then down to your backside.

・There never goes a day when Osferth hasn't squeezed your ass, or at least pinched it

・You can get Osferth to agree to anything if you suck and nibble on his nipples. They're very sensitive, (and a lot of men do like this).

・There was a growing guilt whenever you two fucked, (no I am not using their word for it. I will not use 'hump' - I cringe every time.) He felt as if he was going against god somehow.

・But you had had enough of it after 4 months of being together.

"If this is causing you anguish, then we will stop."

"It's complicated love, I - what I want and what's expected of me is two different things."

"Then you will have to choose."

・Osferth told you a needed a week to make up his mind. Because if he chose you, then he would no longer be a monk.

・You agreed.

・And when those 7 days were over, he came into your tent, fell to his knees and begged for your forgiveness.

"I believe in God. And you believe in your gods. It is difficult, but I have made up my mind."

・When his eyes met your own, your breath was taken. Almost stolen from you.

"I am yours y/n. I cannot see God, nor touch him. But when I am with you... it feels like I am in the presence of the Divine."

・And that night he fucked you like he never had before.

・Orgasm after orgasm, he made love to you until the sun came up.

・He loves leaving love bites and teeth marks on your thighs and chest. There's something so primal about that action. As if he's marking his territory. Although he knows no one could be your master.

[transfinan]

The looks on Osferth and Sihtrics faces when Edward sits at their table is so funny to me. Like we know Osferth hates Edwards guts but this look from Sihtric?

U know they bitch about him constantly. They're having little gossip sessions at the back of the party on horseback. Sihtric is osferth's unliscenced therapist and all he says is "ugh ur so right, fuck that bitch" I can feel it in my soul

[myfandomprompts]

Hey, I saw you did what Ewan's characters would be like with a girl daughter. And I admit that my curiosity was: What would each of Ewan's characters react to an unexpected pregnancy? Or announcement of a pregnancy

Or, opening new horizons, what would each person's relationship be like with their wife/girlfriend when they were pregnant? (if you want to use the reader for this part)

(I'm sorry if you're not accepting requests or something)

Hi! Thank you for the ask and it's truly okay and wonderful!

Headcanons: How would EwanVerse characters react to unexpected pregnancy?

Abraham

He hadn't even planned to stay with you, his only focus was on earning his place among the gypsies. Yes, he lied to himself about liking you, about being obsessed even, but at least he had managed to keep his emotions at bay. Until now. When he learns of your pregnancy, he gets mad, takes time for himself to think. Then he sees how miserable he had made you and his turmoil quickly turns into guilt. He can't stay away from you for long, let alone hurt you. You could be together after all, happy, and hell, that baby is his. What other beautiful manner to make his claim on you is there?

Aemond

War was raging, and he took you as his companion because he could, because as Prince Regent, no one will dare say a word against it. He had needs, impulses both of sinful nature and quiet affection, and you were meeting each of them perfectly. But when you don't bleed for two moons, he finally realises why he chose you, why he didn't 't care about being careful: he wanted you for himself, and having you round with his child would be the ultimate prize. You and the baby would be untouchable.

Billy Taylor

He feared it was going to happen. He had heard the stories so many times : people around with too much passion which caused unexpected things to happen ruined their lives, even reputations. It had scared him as much as elated him when he got to be with you, to touch you everywhere. And now, with the news of you pregnancy and amidst thinking of a way to tell his mother, he finds out that he would do it all again, thousand times over if life allowed it. He would be so very happy with your child.

Billy Washington

He wasn't supposed to have met with you again, or even to hook up. You, the ex he had a hard time forgetting about. But he guesses that once you harbour feelings for someone, it never really goes away. When you tell him, he is awestruck, not believing it, even asking you if it's his. It takes weeks for him to wrap his head around it, thinking what the hell he's going to do then he decides. Decides that he was delusional thinking he could live without you for a while, and that he won't let you go again. He never stopped loving you, and that baby will make everything right.

Ettore

You're just his neighbour, the only one who gets him, who sees him for what he is. He actually doesn't care about what people think of him, or what you think about him. Or maybe just a little. But he likes how you let him do things to you others wouldn't. When you tell him, he stays silent for a while, expressionless. "So?" he tells you, and when you slam the door in his face, he tries to convinced himself that he doesn't care. But in truth he can't stop thinking about it. About what it would feel like to have something as... precious with someone. How foreign it seems to him.

Genyen

He doesn't understand: you said you were fine with him being "just a friend", that you didn't want more, and it suited him fine. So why were you telling him that now? He can't do anything for you, he has nothing, even if he would like to. He would, truly, he finds himself thinking, provide for you if he could, for the baby. But it's the way you look at him with those shiny eyes and a hand on your belly that make him abandon any idea of disappearing on you. He'll stay, whatever you say he is to you.

Michael Gavey

He is euphoric. You're the girl of his dreams, and it seems surreal. He can give you everything you want, provide for you like you've never been cared for before, you don't need to be anxious about it all. He reassures you at once, already scheduling how you'll manage to graduate and have a beautiful baby at the same time, your baby. He won't ever let you go, and is already planning for the second one.

Osferth

You're the lady he can't believe he has, and when you announce that you're carrying his child, he can't help but feel guilty. He has promised himself never to sire a child, a bastard's bastard, and now he had brought shame on you. You would have been better without him, really, better with someone worthy of you. If only he had been more careful. What if you died in labour? What if the baby died? It's with those dark thoughts that he snaps out of it and decides that he will look after you until then. He will pray for you and the baby, be there for the both of you until life takes him.

Tom Bennett

He isn't even surprised, you're his girl after all. It's not like he had planned it, but it was bound to happen at some point. Deep down, Tom is a family man, always taking care of his folks, a fact he is finally brutally made aware of when you tell him the news and a warm feeling fills his chest. Now he just have to find a way to get you a ring. Maybe he'll have to steal it?

Will

It wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to get sick of him like everybody eventually did, and he was supposed to remain detached. But then here you are, saying you want to keep it and he allows himself to hope. Hope that maybe you truly love him, that maybe he'll finally have something of his own, something to share with you. Maybe he'll be able to let his guard down, like he always longed to. With this news, he felt like he wouldn't be hurt anymore.

I excluded Hoodie, Jack, Jason & Poacher.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Osferth NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Really good with the aftercare. Loves to cuddle and checks in to make sure his partner is okay. Will likely make them pray to assuage the religious guilt though.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He likes his hands - the duality of wielding a sword and praying is something Osferth enjoys, and having the privilege to explore his partner's body with them.

He likes his partner's eyes and hair. He loves staring into their eyes when he's buried inside of them and nuzzling into their hair and breathing in their scent when he's holding them close.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Will pull out and cum directly onto his partner's pussy rather than inside of it. Not the ideal way to prevent pregnancy, but this monk has long since broken his vow of celibacy.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

The fact that Osferth has sex at all is a dirty secret. He's not supposed to. But he actively seeks it out and enjoys it.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Yes, this man is as devoted to the skilled art of fucking as he is swordsmanship.

F= Favorite position

Any position where he can have his partner in his lap and stare up at them - loves the opportunity to watch them fall apart, but also be completely wrapped up in them.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Osferth will be a little shy and let slip the occasional nervous giggle, as he knows he's not really supposed to be doing this.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Not very hairy, so no grooming necessary.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Prefers slow and romantic, but if he's pent up after a battle or pressed for time he will be very rough.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Never. It's a sin. If he's going to spill his seed he'd prefer to do it while being intimate and make the sin worth it.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Actually gets off on the religious guilt a little bit. Will put his cross around his partner's neck while they're riding him and be mesmerised by the way it looks moving between their tits.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Everywhere. His tent, his partner's tent, a dirty straw laden barn floor, a lumpy inn mattress. Osferth spends much of his time travelling, so beggars can't be choosers.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Eye contact. Long, pretty hair. Lingering touches. Whispering in his ear.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Being publicly vulgar/crass, making it public knowledge that he's done the deed.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Is quite shy about this, not opposed to it, but it will take some persuasion to get him to engage in either.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Will take his time if he's bedded down for the evening. If there's a chance of getting caught then he's jackhammering.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Prefers soft and slow, but life on the road often means his only option is a fast and hard quickie.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

No, Osferth likes what he likes - he's sinned enough, his partner shouldn't push their luck.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Osferth has very good stamina. He can last a while and can go at least twice before he runs out of steam.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Absolutely not.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He's not one to tease and gets extremely flustered if it's done to him.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Is very quiet - expect the occasional gasp and barely audible panting.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Has fantasised about taking his partner while they read scripture and seeing how much they can get through without faltering.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A really pretty cock - those baggy trousers are concealing a decent 7.5 inches - it's worth getting on your knees and praying to.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

High, but he's shy about it.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Won't fall asleep for a while - likes to have time to decompress and process what's just happened.

[lexyleblancc]

Prank wars -TLK headcanons

Summary: The men of coccham are growing restless in their downtime, so Finan comes up with the most brilliant idea; prank the baby monk. 

If you have any other suggestions for headcanons regarding the TLK men or the TLK men x reader then let me know!

- Finan and Sihtric are pretty ruthless when it comes to pranking Osferth 

- poor baby monk never sees them coming 

- coccham is quiet and the men can find themselves bored quickly most days 

- pranks vary from different extremes 

- banging pots and pans beside Osferth’s head while he’s sleeping, stealing his shoes or clothes when the warrior-monk is bathing, “forgetting” to tell Osferth that they are needed early for meeting with Uhtred 

- the pranks are almost always Finan’s idea, the man can’t sit still for longer than 2 minutes without getting antsy 

- sihtric is along for the ride, the pranks make him laugh and he’d rather be helping than be on the receiving end of finans boredom 

- osferth is typically a good sport about it, laughing with his friends after the initial shock of things. 

- however after one prank in particular leaves osferth a blushing mess attempting to hide himself behind some bushes after the two steal all of his clothes, several woman passing by while laughing, osferth goes to uhtred 

- the baby monk tattles on his friends 

- osferth comes clean about all the pranks his friends have pulled on him 

- it’s uhtred’s idea, much to gisela’s disappointment, that osferth and himself team up 

- thus the start of the coccham prank wars that will go down in history 

- the now dynamic duo go out of their way to prank finan and sihtric 10 times harder 

- finan wakes up with a baby goat in his bed 

- sihtric is greeted with a pile of horse shit on his front door, the man’s boots ruined after that one. 

- finan and sihtric retaliate just as bad 

- osferth woke up to find all his breaches gone, strung up in the streets of the little village 

- uhtred jumping back in shock when he knocks over a pile of sparing weapons, making the man deal with the cries of his children for hours until his wife finally comes to save him 

- gisela has to put an end to the prank war weeks after it started 

- the village in a state of chaos due to their four most reliable warriors running around like a group of headless chickens 

- the prank’s definitely died down for awhile 

- but on the road gisela isn’t there to scold them 

- and finan and sihtric are out for revenge

[demigoddessqueens]

priest or pleasure?

Until HoTD s2, I’m waiting for my few crumbs of World on Fire and in denial of what happened to such a sweet priest character

Fluff with Osferth is sweet and comforting, gentle touches, soft kisses, fleeting glances and warm intimacy, a confession that leaves his heart hammering when you reciprocate, blushing at your forwardness but getting used to as time passes, long talks under the stars, protective to each other as long as your days can allow it.

fluff includes flirting with the other until they break, Tom taking you around town at home, “slight of hand” gifts from him that you have your eye(s) on, cheeky nicknames and inside jokes, sweet kisses that can easily turn passionate, stealing his jumpers when it’s cold (or maybe he’ll just offer his arms or other ways to stay warm 😉)

[bubblestopia]

 you confess your feelings to them [headcanon]

characters included: Aemond Targaryen, Ewan Mitchell, Ettore, Osferth 

warnings: sexual interactions - it is Ettore, how could it not be sexual interaction 

A/N: I was in class and thought to make some head canons about Ewan Mitchell himself and his roles because they all have different personalities. please don't be too harsh on judging it, i’m still learning so be patient with me. reblogs and comments are grateful appreciated, I am always open to new ideas and suggestions. I suppose I should mention that english is not my first language.

Aemond Targaryen 

When she met the prince, her heart couldn't stop racing. She found him fascinating. For her everything he did or said it was majestic. On the other hand, Prince Aemond was finding the girl a bit strange, all she was doing was staying in garden admiring the flowers and the sky. He couldn't understand why but couldn't complain too much, she is to be soon his wife. He wasn't too happy, but it was the duty as a prince. Luckily for him, they didn't had to spend too much time together, all they had to do is dance occasionally and produce heirs, that's what he thought.

On a sunny day, she organised a little picnic for her and Aemond, she wanted to spend time with her betrothed and know about him more before the union. When Queen Alicent found out what the girl was doing, she obligated her son to go saying it will be a good opportunity to bond with her. That's how they ended up on thin blanket, with cookies and tea around them, admiring the roses. 

“Thank you for your presence, My Prince” she thanked to loose the silence. “It is my pleasure, My Lady” he lied and she knew that his mom made him come, but at least he is in the garden with her. “I asked the maids to get us your favourite cakes, I didn't know you like strawberry shortcake” she giggled. He looked at how innocent she was, her laugh was a bit weird  but he wouldn't mind hearing it again. “Maybe next time we can have your favourite sweets, My Lady” She was a bit shocked and didn't knew how to respond, she just hummed with a smile. 

The rest of the day was spent with small talk about their likes, she found out that Aemond was interested in books, historical books. That was something she had to remember for the future. At the end of the day, when the two of them were heading off to their chambers she stopped him. “I like you,” she said “And no, I’m not expecting a reaction. And yes, I am aware that we will get married even if I didn't liked you, and this was our first real conversation. But I am just stating the fact that I like you” He was looking at her with a bit of confusion, she took a deep breath and continued “I like you, and I am not expecting for you to like me too but I hope that you will find affection for me, your future wife, so that our marriage wouldn't be too hard to bare” she added. “I will go my way now, have a good night, My Prince” She lowered her head and she said it, still with a silly smile on her face. Aemond was too stunned to speak, he didn't know how to react, did he liked her? No, it was too early for him, but will he do his best to know her more and love every aspect of her? Yes, he went to his bed that night, with a promise in his mind. To fall in love with the girl that poured her heart out for him.

Ewan Mitchell

It was your first day on the set, not as an actor, just the girl who gets everyone everything. It was interesting to see the actual actors work and have fun, wishing it was you who played the beautiful characters, wishing it was you who brought fiction to life. But you are still learning, and the first step is to get them their coffee. Everyone knows who you are, why you are there and what's your job. Most of them like your personality, you always smile to them, encourage them and give kind words. You can say that you are their friend, even if you aren't an actor. But in one specific case, you are a best friends. Ewan Mitchell. You two found out that have similar hobbies and personalities, and you defiantly clicked on the first day. It was obvious to everyone that you liked him, but somehow he didn't realised. 

It was time to get everyone their coffee and tea, you had to memorise what everyone liked so it would make your job easier. You were heading to the privet room of the set, where everyone is gathering to take a brake, share stories and opinions about the new cut. “Two cubes of sugar?” Milly asked “Yes, as always” you assured her. Getting everyone in the room their drink, you were left with one in hands “Does anyone know where Ewan is?” “Try outside, I heard him wanting to take a fresh breath” One of the producers said. You thanked politely and head outdoors. It didn't took too long to find him standing on grass next to a tree. 

“Your tea will get cold, you knew it was that time of the day” you shared with the now relaxed guy. “I apologise, I wanted a brake from the noise” he muttered. With a small smile on your face handed the cup to him and giggled “Typical you” you paused for a second and continued “You know that there are clips of you, your character, on Internet with funny sounds? Apparently everyone finds you good looking” “I can't understand why, I am just a guy, nothing special” you hummed and replied “They do not lie, the fans, but they can't see how special you are behind those looks of yours” he looked at you with amusement and laughed “You can't be serious” Not wanting to continue on your silly thoughts, you laughed but a bit sad, hoping he didn't noticed.

After getting back on the set, and shooting four more scenes, it was time to go home. Your rutine was simple, and it was including your friend too. Somehow the way to each houses were in the same directions, and it was safer to get there together. Walking in silence as usual, some drops of water landed on you, stopping to look up, you started laughing like a kid. You always enjoyed rain, you found it peacefully. A silly ideea got into your head and a plan was made. Not long after, rain started pouring and soaking both of you. 

“Ewan” you called his name while stooping once again. This time he stopped and looked back “You will get a cold if we don't  get home now” calling once more his name “I’ve been in major denial for months now, denying this feelings in my heart” He was looking at you confused “I do not understand” You laughed at his unawareness. “Ewan Mitchell, since I met you, and I discovered how much we are alike, I found out that I like you” the rain made the girl to say her feelings a bit louder than intended “And it’s not just a silly little crush, I know it is more, and you don’t have to like me back, but I don’t want you to hate me and...” she wasn't stopping adding reasons over reasons “The feeling is mutual” you took a step back “What? Could you repeat that again?” he did and he got closer to her “But now we need to get inside, hoping not to get a cold. Otherwise who will get my tea how I like it at the exact time every day?” you were still in shock but he took your hand gently and made sure to get you home safely.

Ettore

You are a criminal, like everyone on the ship, but the difference between you and them is that you are shy and silent like a bunny. You never used the Box, you found it imature and a waste of time. All you want to do is do your daily jobs and don’t let anyone even realise that you are there. Unfortunately for you, he started watching you. He was watching from the dark, waiting the right moment. You watched him as well but only when you passed by him. In your opinion he was handsome but you could never imagine yourself with someone like him. 

When you were asleep he was touching himself, thinking of you. For Ettore you were a prey and he loved the feeling of a predator. That thought made him obsessed over you, all he wanted was to have you, to own you. He even started following you everywhere, keeping a generous space for you to not notice him, but you did. Every time. It wasn't scary although you preferred to be alone. 

One day when you were taking care of the garden he entered and leaned over the wall, examining you. Every move you make. “It is rude to stare” he hummed and replied “I can't help it, you are relaxing to watch” Knowing he is saying random stuff but that didn't stopped you from forming a blush on your cheeks. That day was the start of your nightmare. He was following you everywhere, like a lost puppy, he was too close for your own good now. You didn't mind it that much. At least he wasn't talking or touching, only following. 

After a week he finally talked “This is experiment is stupid” “In that case you could just hope it will finish soon” That was the beginning of a weird friendship. You believed he was stupid in the head. Always complaining and making sexual jokes. Ettore was hoping you would beg for him, for his attention, but nothing, that was making him desperate to take you and destroy you. 

The night after taking care of the garden together and making silly conversation, he decided it was time to own you. Because of a stupid medical problem you had to stay alone in a room, that was making it easier for Ettore in completing his plan. You were sound asleep when he got into the one bed room, he started touching your body, putting his cold hand under the loose shirt you were wearing. The friction made you gasp and wake up to find him towering you. You actually were expecting that, you knew what was in a mind of a criminal, it was easy to know what he wants. He grabbed your chin and covered brutally your mouth “Don’t take out a sound” His blue eyes were staring deep into your soul and that made you have goosebumps. Shaking your head, assuring you will be quite, he took off the hand from your face but not until getting an easy slap on your cheek. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment” He loved the scared look on your face. Ettore didn't know what he wants more, to make you beg for him, or just take what he wants. You on the other hand didn't mind what he was trying to do, in fact you were loving it. Someone making you to be submissive was your weakness after all. He was now on top of you looking straight to your eyes. Lingering with your lips open, slightly touching but not kissing, your breath was heavier with the every second that passes. “Fuck it” whispering you get your hands around his neck and push his head so that you can kiss him. He looks surprised for a moment but not long after Ettore gets his rough hand on your neck squeezing a little. The other hand travels along your body until it reaches the waistband of your trousers. He slides in to feel your cunt. “How pathetic, look at you, all wet for me” He laughs at your reactions. Trying to look away to hide your embarrassment, Ettore grips one more time on your neck and forces you to look at him. 

“Don't look away, not when you have those glossy eyes.” He demanded “You are so pretty under me” He pushes one finger against your core, teasing you, making you suffer. “Please Ettore” you cry out-loud “Please what? hmm use your words pretty girl”, “Please stop teasing” He giggles, getting closer to your ear “I will stop teasing, if you will be only mine”. Your desperation was reading through your shaky voice “Than make me yours Ettore” He didn't waited any longer and pushed two fingers in her now soaked wet hole. 

In the end birds of a feather flock together. 

Osferth 

Since you were young you were treated badly, your mom who died was only a one night stand to your dad, who had a wife and kids. Uhtred didn't had an option than just to take you in his house, to not let you suffer more on the streets. His wife didn't accepted, you were his bastard after all and she didn't cared if you were dead or a whore. You were obligated to go in adventures with your dad, so that his wife wouldn't see you around the house. You weren't a loved child, that could be the main cause of your insecurities and shyness, always thinking no one would ever love you.

Following Uhtred everywhere, like a lost puppy, end up on meeting Finan and Osferth, your now only friends. Talking with them was scary at first, especially with Finan, but in time you opened up to them and now it was easy to talk with both of them. Osferth wasn't treating you like a bastard, like others would. Him knowing exactly how it feels, he made sure to protect you from that word. Uhtred decided that you would have better days if you don’t go home anymore, so the two boys took you in their care. They were alway making sure to protect you and it was fun to be around them. 

Finan was always making fun of Osferth when you weren't around, laughing at how oblivious his crush on you was. “You need to look at yourself when you are around her” he laughed “Always blushing and acting tough when you are like a lamb” Osferth didn't said anything only looking down “You two act like teenagers, why not confessing to her?” he stayed a moment to think for the right answer. “She is the most beautiful lady I ever saw, she is gentle and caring.” He lowered his head and smiled “How could she love someone like me, she deserves way more better than a monk” Finan laughed and finished his beer. 

On a warm night, everyone was at the small tavern to celebrate a victory. Getting drunk, kissing women, dancing and singing. But you were outside, behind the building, collecting and admiring some flowers that you found on the grass with some drops of  dew. Humming an old song that you somehow remember. “Why you are not inside, celebrating?” You flinched at the sound of the new voice, dropping the flowers of a pure blue. “I could ask you the same” he wasn't looking at her, only at the flowers now on the grass, getting down on his knees to pick them up “What flowers are this time?” Every time on your journeys you liked to pick up flowers and press them on your book, and when you were getting the time to search for their name and some facts, you were writing those down. It was your passion and Osferth liked that a lot about you, he would always ask about the blossoms, he loved when you were telling him all the details and your face would light up. 

“Forget-me-not” you answered with a smile “It has a beautiful meaning to it actually” the girl looked into his eyes “If you give them to someone, it has to be special. The flower itself means true love and respect” he hummed and looked again at the pure blossoms. “We should get inside, otherwise Finan would suspect something out of this reality” When he got up to head off to the tavern, you called out his name. “I want you to accept this flowers Osferth” with a small smile on face and a dreamy look you confessed. He couldn't say anything, he was too amazed. In a milion years Osferth couldn't think you would say those words, even if they are not the traditional ones, this meant more to him. He took you by the hand and looked into your eyes.

“I promise I will search every kingdom until I find the perfect flower for you My Lady.” 

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[lucemond-defender]

Osferth and Lucerys understand each other very well because they are both bastards, and that makes Aemond angry, he will never be able to understand Lucerys like osferth does.

[unusual-raccoon]

Modern!Osferth Headcanons

(Plus bonus drabble)

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

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

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

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

His mother was sickly and died when he was young.

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

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

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

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

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

He is the bestest uncle to Aelfwynn!

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

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

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

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

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

Was secretly intimidated by her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, he kept her in his prayers every night.

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

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

Still, he manages.

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

Bonus Drabble:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course," He says instantly in understanding.

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

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

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

"I can!" Junior answers eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"-I do not"

"But, have you considered hiring a sitter?"

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

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

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

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

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

Hild's voice rattles in his head.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh! All the way up to fifteen!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhtred feels...odd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's your name, boy?"

Those pink lips part in a gentle smile.

"Osferth, sir." He answers.

"Osferth," He repeats sagely.

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

"Good to finally meet you."

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

[errruvande]

Jack how have I fucking MISSED IT ????? 😭😭😭😭

Leofric one is cute as fuck, I'm literally dead (you know I'm dead from simply seeing my man on my dash right???)

Osferth one is so damn horny 🥵 We need more horny Osferth, he has all the potential to be the horny prince of TLK (I'd say Finan still holds the name of a King of the Horny Valley)

I'm just ughhhhhh

Misc. The Last Kingdom Headcanons

masterlist

warnings: gender-neutral reader, suggestive themes, mentions of oral sex [m! & f! receiving], mentions of penetrative sex, safeword, dacryphilia mention, creampies, mirror sex, dirty talk/degradation.

relationships: leofric/uhtred, leofric/reader, osferth/reader, osferth/finan.

included characters: leofric and osferth.

length: 1.8k || read on ao3

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part one [you're here] || part two

a/n: i finished game of thrones so i was scrolling netflix and found this show. tbh it's pretty good but they keep killing off the best characters. i really should be used to that by now lmfao.

Leofric has a rather big family, consisting of two younger sisters and a baby brother. Since he’s the oldest, he’d look after them before he left to be a soldier in Odda’s army.

His sisters needed someone to do their hair for them in the mornings, so he’s surprisingly good at braiding hair. Don’t tell anyone that he secretly loves doing it.

Leofric would also play fantasy with them when he wasn’t busy. He would play either the heroic knight coming to save the day, or he’d be the villain, and one of his sisters would be the hero.

Being the oldest boy, Leofric did most, if not all, of the chores around the house, including household chores. He can cook, clean, and badly sew, in addition to farming, cleaning the barn stalls, and guard duty. He’s not good at sewing in the slightest, but if there’s a hole in his clothes, he can easily fix it himself.

Leofric secretly really cares about the Arseling—Uhtred—more than he’d like to admit.

Once he moved to serve under Odda’s rule, his family would travel every few months to visit him. His parents aren’t around too much growing up, but they still support and love him nonetheless.

When Uhtred found out about his hair braiding prowess, Uhtred started to ask him to braid his hair too. It took only a little bit of begging before Leofric caved in, but only under the condition of being allowed to put flowers in the braids he made.

To be completely transparent, he’s never been with a man like that before, but he’s thought about it one too many times for it to be a phase. In all of his fantasies about it, Leofric has always imagined himself on top.

When he first met Uhtred, he couldn’t figure out if he found Uhtred stupid because he was stupid; or if it was because he was having a gay crisis. Turns out, it was both. There’s just something about that idiot that makes his heart beat faster and makes his palms sweaty.

He didn’t only have eyes for men, however. Leofric is attracted to more than his fair share of women as well. Why only pick one when you can have the best of both worlds?

Leofric is an amazing lover, no doubt about it. He knows how to listen and will center all of his actions around making his lover feel good. To say he’s a service top is an understatement.

He really enjoys going down on his lover, regardless of their gender. It’s one of the easiest ways to get them off and he likes to do it, so it’s a win-win for both parties.

When it comes time for the main event, Leofric prefers to do it in a position where he can see your face. Shoving your face in a pillow makes him feel as if he’s forcing himself upon you, so he prefers to be able to see the pleasure on your face rather than having to imagine it. It’s more romantic this way, too.

Believe it or not, Leofric is a real romantic in bed. By his appearance, one would think he fucks just as rough as he looks, but they’d all be wrong. He wants nothing more than to take his time and to ensure that you both enjoy the entire experience.

His favorite positions are any and all variations of missionary. Depending on the mood, he’ll fold you in half with your legs resting on his shoulders, or he’ll have your legs wrapped around his waist while he nestles his face into the crook of your neck.

If he truly cared for you, Leofric would marry you before bedding you. Honor and all that bullshit.

After he marries you, with permission from King Alfred and Lord Odda, Leofric would find himself a good estate/plot of land to build you a home on.

He would build you a giant hall filled with everything you ask for and more. He puts you in control of all of the decorating since he’s absolutely terrible at it.

He incorporates gardens and flower beds into the design of the main hall for you as well.

When it finally comes time for you two to move in, Leofric will pick you up bridal style and carry you across the threshold of your new home. Don’t tell anyone about how big of a sap he truly is.

The night you move into your new home, Leofric hosts a huge feast in your honor. Everyone who is anyone is in attendance, including Uhtred, Hild, Father Beocca, and all of Uhtred’s men.

Osferth has really bad allergies. Don’t ask him to do anything remotely stealthy during the spring because he will sneeze and fuck it up.

Despite all of his friend’s teasing, he’s not a virgin in the slightest. He’s been with a fair amount of women in the past, so he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it.

He lost his virginity to Finan. It happened a year or so after Osferth joined the group. They were holed up in a village with nothing to do other than stare at each other and the four walls surrounding them. Osferth had finally had enough of Finan teasing him about it, so he gave him some of his own medicine.

Finan sat next to him with crossed arms, a smirk plastered on his face. “You’re not convincing anyone, baby monk. You act all tough but melt at the sight of a woman that’s thirty yards away,” he teases, his accent thickening as he laughs.

“Oh yeah?” Osferth chewed on his bottom lip, stewing over his choices. Making up his mind, he climbed into Finan’s lap, legs straddling the man’s hips. “If you’re so convinced I’m a virgin, Finan, then why don’t you take it?” he offers, mimicking the Irishman’s smirk.

Finan’s hands went to his sides immediately, pulling him down to grind against himself. “Is that what you want, baby monk? Positive you can handle what you’re askin’ of me?”

He nods, spreading his fingers across Finan’s chest. Osferth grinds back on him, hips moving with the pace Finan had started. “Mm? It sounds like you’re not up to the task. I could always ask Sihtric—”

The Irishman flipped them over suddenly, pinning Osferth beneath him, hands firmly above his head. “Quiet, Os. Before I make you be quiet.”

Sihtric and Uhtred slept in the stables that night. Turns out it didn’t matter; Osfeth’s loud when he bottoms.

Osferth will go down on you without question. He loves doing it, it’s like one of his favorite pastimes. He just can’t get enough of how you taste, how you smell, the sound of your whimpers and whines. He won’t stop until you either call the safeword or start crying.

His favorite position is either doggy style or spooning. Osferth likes the intimacy of sex in the spooning position, it makes it feel more like lovemaking rather than fucking.

If you let him, he’d cum inside of you every chance he gets. Osferth likes watching it drip out of you after he pulls out. If he’s feeling bold, he’ll finger his spunk back inside you, ensuring everything stays inside where it belongs.

Believe it or not, Osferth is the king of dirty talk. No, seriously, he is. He loves the romantic parts of sex just like any other man, but sometimes he needs to indulge the nasty, filthy part of it with you.

Imagine: he has you naked and kneeling in front of a full-length mirror, forcing you to stare at the reflection of yourself getting pounded from behind. His hands are wrapped around your waist, thumbs and forefingers gripping the fat of your hips. Osferth’s snarky smile is plastered across his lips as he watches his cock slide in and out of you over and over.

“Aw, my love, look at you,” he smirks, “getting fucked on all fours in front of a mirror-like a common alehouse whore.”

It’s safe to say that this only happens when he’s in a town with an inn. There’s no way in hell that he’s doing this when there’s a chance of Uhtred, Finan, or Sihtric overhearing.

Just like his uncle Leofric, he’ll save enough silver to buy a house wherever Uhtred has settled down for the time being. If you get married while they’re still on the road, he’ll do his best to find a nice village or town that the two of you could explore together for a couple of days.

Osferth will 100% marry you. Hands down, no questions about it. Getting married has been one of his biggest goals in life, so getting the opportunity to complete that with you makes him insanely happy.

He cries when he sees you walk down the aisle at the wedding. Finan, his best man, has to help him keep it together so he could get through his vows without breaking into tears. Please give him tons of extra kisses, he deserves it so badly.

Osferth’ll set up your tent for you every night. He makes a point to always pitch your tent as close as possible to the fire to keep you warm. He keeps plenty of furs available for you as well. Almost an entire trunkful of their traveling supplies is just furs and extra furs. You can never have too many in his book.

His adoration for you is so, so obvious and it’s adorable. Finan will ride next to you on the road to tease you about it, never wandering out of Osferth’s earshot.

Whenever Finan teases him about it, Osferth lights up like a damn torch. It’s all in good fun of course, regardless of how relentless Finan is with his teasing.

No matter how many times you tell him you can handle/enjoy the gentle teasing his friends give you, if Osferth feels like they’ve gone too far, he will tell ‘em off. He’ll still be respectful about it, but all respect will be thrown out of the window if he catches anyone, friend or not, questioning your honor fists will fly.

Osferth’s snarky little smile will show itself whenever he’s the one who gets to do the teasing. He can’t help himself sometimes, it’s just too damn easy to get you flustered. His favorite way is to back you up against a wall with a hand next to your head, effectively caging you in. He leans in real close to your face, his nose almost brushing against yours. Osferth then starts to whisper against your soft lips, words ranging from sweet nothings to filthy, lust-filled ones based on his mood.

“Oh god, my love. Look at how pretty you are, pressed against me like this.”

[witchthewriter]

Hello.<3 I noticed you started writing for The Last Kingdom and I’m just wondering which characters you’re willing to write for?

The question is who wouldn't I write for lol. No, okay I'll give you a list who I write for (warning, it's long):

Uhtred (obviously)

Queen Iseult (she will always be a queen to me, no matter what!)

Finan

Sihtric

Osferth

Brida

Lady Aethelflaed

Eadith

Leofric

Ragnar

Sigtryggr

Father Beocca (do not judge me ... there's just something so wholesome about him)

Aldhelm

Steapa

Aelfwynn

If you really want something written for a character, I will probably do it tbh. The Last Kingdom deserves more fanfics and hype. It's truly a masterpiece. Up there with GOT & HOTD.

[myfandomprompts]

How do you think each ewan character would be like as a girl dad.

I have been dying to write prompts again (I did that in another life), and I have no time nowadays because of work, but because I am an unreasonable person apparently, I'll take great pleasure doing this headcanons!

Ewanverse!girldad headcanons

Abraham

He would be harsh with her/them. His community wouldn't really see girls in high regards and would be loving and caring only in private. He loves them, but is scared to be "too close" to them. In public he can't help but keep an eye on them though, they are his blood after all, his precious women.

Aemond Targaryen

He would be over protective. At first, he would think that he would care only for boys, but no matter if it's his first child, or second, or tenth, he will go into dad mode and just- raise her to be the best. He would take pleasure spending evening reading High Valyrian with her, be very wary of what dresses she wears, of who she meets. He would encourage activities, would it be dragon riding or sword fighting, and whenever she would grow up to be a little rebellious he would turn mad and worry all the time she escapes the Keep or get into trouble. But he would be so proud.

Billy Taylor

Clumsy at first. There is nothing more scary than to have a child, and have a girl of all things. He would be amazed during all the infancy, and then panick. All the time. But he would adore the moments where they would connect and spend time together. She would be as sweet as him, and would be showing her off to her mother and family proudly.

Billy Washington

↑ This is his genuine reaction learning he'll have a girl. The minute he realises it, his mind is set on doing better, on getting all the help he needs in order to be a better person, and the best dad. There is something scary about having a girl, but he knows she'll be okay because the girls in his family are brilliant.

Ettore

What will he do with a girl? Is that the product of his obsession? Why is this different of any other girls he knows? > Because it's his daughter. On earth, he would be an awful dad (if he managed to keep her, that is), would provide but barely. Maybe send her to fetch his cigarettes or do things for him that a child shouldn't do. But in the end he would like to have her closer to him. It's his daughter, no one else's.

Genyen/Shaun

Would not care, at first. Hell, what even is the point? When he sees her for the first time it's so odd, she is his, and she will grow up to resemble him. Maybe he could teach her a thing or two, who knows? How to fare for herself, how to con people. And as time passes, the more they team up, and he can't see his life without her.

Michael

It's his babygirl. He is so lucky. She will be brilliant, how could she not be? He will protect her from the others that will look down on her, because no one deserve her anyway. They don't deserve to be in his presence. He would buy her so many books, her first computer at four, and from there just watch her grow to be as brilliant as him. And then she would crush all the category of person that looked down on him when he was himself growing up. He would be so proud.

Oh, and he would made dad jokes. All the time.

Osferth

Caring, loving. A product of the sky she is. What is more beautiful than his daughter? She is a gift, and he would protect her with his life, cherish her until she is so happy she shines. He would read to her early on, and then when she would know the psaums better than him he would have the biggest grin. He doesn't want to fight anymore, just take care of her.

Tom

Him, a dad? Okay, he'll manage. Shouldn't be so hard, eh? But then a girl? He'll turn into someone else. Attentive, doting, a little firm but it's because he just want to protect his family, and hell how he would want to protect her. He would have an even closer relationship with her than the mother and would be so happy. She teach him how to be more responsable, because there is nothing more worth than changing for her.

Will

Will Will Will. Would be really lost at what to do, but then he looks and looks at her and just fall in love. Why should he not spend all the time he can with her? Would feel guilty nonetheless. What if he is not good enough? He would let the mother take care of her, but he can't stay always long. Believes she would be better without him, anyone would be actually. But life gave him this girl, he should at least try. And he won't regret it.

I excluded Jason, Jack, Poacher & car thief (SOAH)

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Headcanons

Ewanverse Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Aemond

Osferth

Tom Bennett

Abraham

Billy Washington

Billy Taylor

Genyen

Daemon

Otto Hightower

Ettore

Michael Gavey

SFW Alphabet

Aemond

Osferth

Tom Bennett

Billy Washington

Billy Taylor

Genyen

Daemon

Ettore

Michael Gavey

General Headcanons

Aemond

Tom Bennett

Billy Washington

[errruvande]

Ah to sleep in Ragnar's embrace... 🥹🫠

head cannon: looking after you when...

Finan: You’re pregnant

- Excitement when you announce you’re pregnant radiates off Finan brighter than the sun - All he’ll talk about is becoming a dad, so much so the guys would have to redirect the conversation to other topics - But secretly, Aethelsan and Sihtric have a pool going whether you’ll have a boy or girl - Once you and Finan find out, Finan cheekily puts down coin on a girl - “Finan! You can’t place beats on our child” - “It’s all in good fun”, he’d reply, kissing you on the cheek - You’d simply shake your head, pulling Sihtric to the side and placing down a bet of your own - In the later months, Finan’s over-protectiveness doubles - Making sure that you’re able to move smoothly around Rumcofa without any issues - If someone runs too fast past you or drags a cart too close, Finan would shout, “Hey! Slow down, precious cargo walking here”. - “Finan, you have to calm down a little”. - “My job is to protect you both, and that goes for bastards who can’t drive or run properly” - Chuckling, you’ll kiss Finan softly, lacing your hand in his - When the birth approaches, Eadith helps you prepare - More often it includes her reminding Finan to stay calm for the sake of you staying calm - To help him breathe a little easy, the guys lead Finan to the Ale House. It helps for a short time, until someone rushes in to tell Finan that you’re in labour - He’d rush to the house, praying before he steps foot in the bedroom - Once the baby is born, Finan can’t wipe the smile from his face - “I’m so proud of you”. He’ll whisper, kissing you on the forehead

Osferth: When you’re not feeling well

- You’d insist that you’re fine - But Osferth knows you too well to believe it - “You must slow down. Rest” - “Osferth, I have errands to run. I can not simply rest” - He’ll huff in response, and insist that you let him help - By evening, you feel worse and show up on Osferth’s doorstep - “Don’t you say a word”. You’ll warn, seeing the corners of his mouth curl upward as you step inside - “I made some soup. Eat it all, it will help” - After you’ve had a bowl of soup, Osferth offers his bed so you can rest - He makes sure that you have enough furs and water nearby - In the morning, he brings you breakfast of fruit and bread, “How are you feeling?” - “Better. Thanks to you” - Sheepishly looking down, Osferth smiles - And every time you don’t feel well, Osferth immediately makes you soup and stays with you for the whole night

Sihtric: You get injured

- Whether it’s a small or big injury, Sihtric’s heart hammers in his chest - The thought of you getting hurt is a thought he hates giving breath too - “Are you alright?”, he’ll rush over upon receiving the news - You’ll give a glance to Eadith who smiles as she helps bandage your wound - “I’m fine. The knife slipped while I was cooking” - Sihtric will kneel, lightly running a finger across the bandage - Once you are all patched up, Sihtric would be reluctant to leave your side - He knows it’s just a cut, nothing life-threatening. But his worry deepens when you wince at the pain in your hand - His hovering subsides when you grab his face and tell him that all is well - Promising if anything changes he’ll be the first to know - Sihtric’s exhales, resting his forehead on yours - Later in the evening as you carefully make dinner, Sihtric wraps his arms around you, mumbling, “I hate those damn knives” - You’ll chuckle, mumbling back. “Me too”

Sigtryggr: You’ve had a long day

- While peace has lasted for years, some days ruling Efoweric alongside Sigtryggr can grow tiresome, especially if Rognvaldr comes to visit - Sigtryggr will do whatever he can to lighten the day’s weight - Including asking your lady in waiting to prepare a bath, and then he’ll offer to take you for a peaceful stroll across Eoferwic - “Fresh air will do you good” - You’ll take his hand, taking in the fresh air - Once the two of you return to the castle, Sigtryggr would help you get ready for bed - It would be a mix between playful and comforting - Then Sigtryggr would wrap his arms around you as you let out a deep breath - Instantly your body relaxes against his embrace - Then his lips would brush against your ear, softly whispering. “All better, my queen?” - “Almost”. You’d whisper back, angling your body to face Sigtryggr. “Perhaps a kiss will soothe the remaining stress” - He’ll smile, obeying his Queen’s request

Young Ragnar: After sex

- Intimacy between you and Ragnar holds great importance to him - Not just due to needing heirs - But because Ragnar takes great pride and joy in having you so close, which is why Ragnar places so much weight in taking care of you afterwards - After several minutes of being curled up by Ragnar’s side, he’ll kiss you on the forehead and climb out of bed to bring a plate of food, jokingly teasing, “You’ll need your strength” - You’ll chuckle and throw a grape his way to which he would dodge and then feed you another grape - After, you’d settle in between Ragnar’s legs, resting against his chest - His fingers glide over your skin, often tracing patterns - You’ll hum softly, enjoying the quiet of a still camp - Next, Ragnar’s hands move to your shoulders, untying all the knots and occasionally pressing his lips to your neck - His name would slip out of your mouth, causing Ragnar to smirk - And when sleep washes over you, Ragnar’s protectively wraps his arm around your waist, whispering. “Sleep well, my love”

[rosie-posie1313]

Aemond Targaryen Fic Recs I 🐉

Masterlists

House of the Dragon masterlist  By @thesithdiaries

ASOIAF CHARACTERS MASTERLIST By @frankcastleonlyfans

Aemond Targaryen Fanfics By @psycheflame

Fic Recs

The Northener who tamed the dragon By @heartysworld

Your beauty never scared me By ^

Gods Eye Prequel By ^

The Sweetest Betrayal  By @ladyviserra

The Sweetest Betrayal By ^

The Sweetest Betrayal pt 3 By ^

Strong words  By @osferth

a family divided By ^

𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 By @chloesolace

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 [𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2] By ^

Pretty Thing By @aemondtargaryenswhore

Angst blurb By ^

Vhagar By ^

Sleepily in Love By @thestoryden

Drawing the Lines By ^ (A)

The Next Morning By ^ (F)

You Belong To Me By @mybeautifuldelirium (A/F)

Pt4: under the dragons eye By @gay-dorito-dust (A)

demolition lovers  By @sainttherezia

Of Fire & Blood Headcanons (Part One). By @midnight-fairee

Of Fire & Blood Headcanons (Part Two). By ^

Little Secrets: One By @qarl-grimes

Little Secrets: Two By ^

Is This What You Wanted  By @nonalie

Moral Turpitude - The One-Eyed Prince (Pt. 1) By @aemondbreakbones

BLACK BRIDE pt 6 By @highqueensworld

Family Ties  By @vivalarevolution

As Beautiful As Endless By @two-white-butterflies

Always Meant to be Together By @mybeautifuldelirium

Amusement  By @theficthatwaspromised

Headcanon for a ball By @factorydefaultlu

The Tournament By @afro-hispwriter

A Good Wife By ^

Letters By ^

Growing Pains By @lilibethwrites

LINGERING IN OUR MEMORIES By @goldsainz

midnight escapade By @jacesbeloved

Aemond being your childhood best friend who’s obviously not in love with you By @jacaeryswhore

Your beauty never scared me By @yourwonkywriter

Your beauty never scared me pt 2 By ^

Tell me the story By ^

You make it better By @star-girl69

To young for war, too beautiful for battles By @simpingland

Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth By ^

A new life  By @demiguisemoon

I know yours  By @bookofbonbon

Love Lost  By ^

a welcome distraction By @good4olivia

don’t you love me? By @endless-ineffabilities

possessive Aemond By @factorydefaultlu

aemond showing his sapphire eye By @gay-dorito-dust

I’m the mess that you wanted By @thegreatestsandwich

The Dragon Dance By @dreamcatcher2113

The Dragon Dance By ^

UNLIKE HIS FATHER By @sansaorgana

DRAGONS BANE By @house-strong

Keeper of his Heart By @factorydefaultlu

in the still of the night By @saltywritings

Uncle Aemond to the rescue? By @cryptaris

“the dreamer” part 2 By @yummycastiel

My Fierce Lady By @runningmunson

A divine tribute and a divine prince. By @yzzart

A dragon knows a dragon. By ^

Now I’m here, with you. By ^

Blood of my Blood By @ultralightpoe

Salt the Earth Behind You By ^

No other remorse By @shawty-writes-a-little