Jan 24, 2025
EWAN MITCHELL as OSFERTH The Last Kingdom — 4.06
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EWAN MITCHELL as OSFERTH The Last Kingdom — 4.06
PERI BAUMEISTER, ALEXANDER DREYMON and EWAN MITCHELL as GISELA HATHACANUTESDOTTIR , UHTRED RAGNARSSON and OSFERTH ↳ THE LAST KINGDOM (2015 - 2022), dir. RICHARD SENIOR | 2x07
Caught Staring
feat - Osferth, Finan, Uhtred, Sihtric
In which Uhtred and his pretty boys are caught staring at the woman their heart desires
a/n: my first post finally!!! I decided to start small in order to get the feel of writing for these characters! likes and reblogs are appreciated!!
“I can feel you staring at me…”
You watch the timid monk stiffen and look away from your peripheral. You often noticed Osferth’s eyes were drawn towards you when in the same room. You didn’t mind, of course; it was quite cute, so you never felt the need to call him out on it, but the poor boy looked as if he was about to explode if you didn’t speak up soon.
“Ah…apologies… I don’t mean to stare." His eyes involuntarily straying back towards you for a moment before he forced his gaze to the wooden floorboards beneath his feet.
“Have I got something on my face?” You tear your gaze from the arrow you had been crafting, now trailing over the anxious-looking monk. “Or perhaps my hair is askew?” A smile curls its way onto your lips as you watch Osferth shake his head at your teasing, his eyes flickering up to your face before dropping back down as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to meet your gaze.
"N…n-no, my lady, you-“
"I’m teasing you, Osferth,” you cut him off, not wanting him to embarrass himself further, his own lips curling into a smile as his eyes finally decided that he did want to meet your gaze.
“Oh…” His voice is barely above a whisper. “Right…”
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as your attention is drawn back to what you were doing before.
and again, Osferth is staring.
He watches as your hands craft arrow after arrow as if it were nothing more than muscle memory.
From the corner of your eye, you notice Osferth fidgeting again, unsure if he should leave or try to start another conversation with you.
“Come, sit,” you break the silence, making the decision for him as you offer him the seat across from you. “I’ll show you how to make an arrow.”
“I can feel you staring at me.”
Your voice cuts through the loud ale house, but Finan seemed to hear you just fine from where he was standing, slumped against the wall next to where you sat.
“What? Now I’m not allowed to look at ya?" He scoffs, bringing the mug to his lips.
“First ya take my seat, and now ya won’t even let me look at ya?" He jests, shaking his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Your eyes roll at his words, unable to hide the smile Finan seemed to always bring to your lips.
“I’m going to get us some more ale,” you state with a laugh, plucking the mug from his hands as you stand up and make your way to the barmaid behind the counter.
Of course, once you left, Finan reclaimed his stolen seat. You opened your mouth to protest, but before you’re able to get a word out, he’s pulling you into his lap, the ale in the mugs sloshing around, coating your hands in the sticky liquid.
“Finan!” you scold. “I’m covered in ale now, you bastard!”
He shushes you as he takes one of the filled mugs from your hands. “I’ll help you clean it off later; just sit still and let me enjoy a nice cup of ale with a pretty girl on my lap.”
“I can feel you staring at me,”
A grin stretches it’s way onto Uhtred’s face as he tore another piece of chicken from the bone, his eyes flickering down to the meat as he slips it into his mouth before his gaze moves back to yours.
“Am I not allowed to look at my woman anymore?” He said in his usual smug tone that only added to his charm.
“There’s a difference between looking and staring,” you say with false annoyance lacing between your words.
This, of course, only makes him more smug, causing laughter to bubble up past his lips as he continues to enjoy his meal.
“I can’t help that you look so beautiful tonight." Uhtred shrugs, looking back down at his plate as he finishes his food.
“I look the same as I always do,” you argue, standing up to put away the plates.
As you walk by, Uhtred catches your waist with his hand. He leans back in his chair, his thumb gently moving back and forth, tracing the skin beneath your clothes.
“That doesn’t make you any less beautiful to me." His voice was softer than before; the smugness was gone as he gazed up at you.
“Sit, I would like to enjoy this moment with you a little longer." He releases your waist at the request, and you obliged, of course. Who are you to deny Lord Uhtred such a simple request? A request that ended up leading you right into his bed.
“I can feel you staring at me.”
You pull your hands from the cold water of the river, giving Sihtric your full attention. It was hard to believe he was the warrior that people said he was because every time you got a look at him, he looked more like a puppy than a man to you, much like he did now, staring at you with wide eyes, shifting in the place he stood as he worked up the courage to speak more than his usual two words to you.
“I wasn’t staring." His voice was light, almost light enough to be carried away in the wind, but you heard him. You always did.
“No?” you hummed, turning your attention back to the wet dress in your hand. “Just happened to be strolling by the river, looking in my direction then?”
There was a pause; for a moment, the only sound you heard was the sound of the river as you used it to wash your clothes.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone." Sihtric spoke up, changing the subject. It seemed he’d rather focus on you in this moment.
“I’m not alone,” you replied, squeezing the water from the dress you were cleaning. “You’re here.” You look back at him from over your shoulder, smiling at the sight of him moving his gaze down to his feet.
“Will you come and make yourself useful, or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Your invitation seems to break the barrier between you two, the leaves crunching beneath his feet getting louder as he gets closer.
“I was not staring,” he mumbles, taking one of the dirty pieces of clothing from her basket and dipping it into the river.
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To Be Wanted
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Osferth had mastered the art of pretending not to listen. It was a useful and effective skill, especially when Sihtric and Finan were in one of their moods; boasting and laughing loud enough to wake the dead. He kept his eyes on the blade he was polishing, hands steady, lips pressed in a polite smile. Invisible. That was safest.
But even he couldn’t pretend not to hear that voice.
Not when it cut through the noise like a blade- low, dry, amused. A woman’s voice. Confident. Dangerous.
"If I meant harm," she said, "I wouldn’t have walked through the front gate, would I?"
Heads turned. So did Osferth’s.
She stood at the edge of Uhtred’s tent, her cloak stained with dust and blood, but her chin held high, like she owned the dirt beneath her boots. Her dress had once been fine-scarlet linen, silver-threaded—but it was torn at the hem and speckled with ash. Osferth smile slightly at her stance- despite her boisterous confidence, she stood with her hands firmly pressed on her lips, and in all honesty, seemed to Osferth to be a perfect example of femininity.
"Who is she?" Osferth whispered, mostly intending to discuss the matter with himself as opposed to with his friends.
Sihtric leaned close, smirking. “Trouble. With legs.” As he brought his tankard to his lips.
Finan chuckled. “With lips that could talk you out of your coin and into your grave.”
Osferth flushed, how would they come to this conclusion without even speaking with her? He lowered his eyes-but not before she glanced his way.
And smiled.
Not a sarcastic smile. But a genuine one. He could identify the honesty through her eyes.
Later, he learned her name was Y/N.
She claimed to be the daughter of a minor lord from the east, though none could name him. She offered no explanation for the horse she rode or the blade she wore. Only that she needed coin and shelter for a time. Uhtred, amused and curious, allowed it.
She slept near the fire, one eye always half-open.
She drank mead like a man.
She spoke rarely. But when she did, every man in camp seemed to listen.
Except Osferth. Not because he didn’t want to-but because every time she looked at him, he forgot how to breathe.
Osferth rarely took a liking to women- why would he? He was a monk, committed to the lord, and even more committed to his band of men, or brothers, if you will. They, of course, were not really his brothers. Although, they felt like family to him.
Osferth was not as naive as people perceived him. He knew he was shy. He was sweet. He was innocent. And he knew that he would never have a chance with her; not before Sihtric or Finan would try with her. Of course she would choose one of them.
Osferth did not like many things, not that he would admit it. Out of the long list of things that he hated, he despised one thing the most. Osferth had interacted with Y/N a total of three times (not that he was counting) and all three times, she called him one thing. Not his name.
'Baby Monk'.
She thought it was an endearing nickname, personable. But for him, it solidified rejection.
One evening, the boys went to the alehouse, but Osferth decided to stay inside and sit by the fire. There was no true reason for this, he simply just wanted a moment to himself in the warmth- the winter had been harsh.
She was of course on his mind. She had been since he laid his eyes on her.
"Mind if I join you?" An angelic voice echoed within his mind, his head snapped up. There she was in front of him, a broad grin on her face. Like she was happy to see him.
He nodded, a small smile on his face, "of course, m'lady."
She laughed lightly, "I told you to stop calling me that, baby monk."
Osferth screwed his face up, "You are a lady though, m'lady," he paused, and then looked back at the fire, "I, however, am not a baby. Though I am a monk. Kind of."
He heard her shuffle next to him, and then felt her brush against him as she sat beside him.
"I apologise Osferth, I know you're not a baby." She laughed, and then put her hand on his knee, rubbing it lightly, before pulling it away and resting it on her own knee.
Osferth's eyes widened at the unexpected contact, and the nonchalant apology. He had been overthinking, and stressing about this nickname. And she hadn't even meant it.
What would it even mean though? Why was he overthinking it? He thought of himself as so silly at times.
"I would have thought that you would want to go to the alehouse with the other men." Osferth said, still fixated on the crackling fire before him.
She shrugged. "Didn’t feel like drinking. Didn’t feel like being stared at either."
Osferth blinked. "I wasn’t- I mean I don’t-"
Y/N raised an eyebrow, and then let out a small giggle. “I didn’t say that you were staring.”
Osferth flushed instantly, eyes darting to the fire. “Ah. Right.”
She laughed softly, nudging his arm with hers. "Relax, baby monk- sorry- Osferth, I was talking about your friends."
Osferth smiled slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as he stared at the flames. "They… do tend to stare," he admitted, voice low, nodding his head from side to side as he thought about his friends reaction to her.
"They gawk," she corrected, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "I could wear a sack and they'd still look at me like I’d just stepped out of a dream sent to torment them."
He turned to her, eyebrows raised. "Have you… tried that?"
She burst into laughter. A real one this time, unguarded and bright. It made Osferth’s heart stutter like an untrained horse.
"I like you," she said, amusement still dancing in her eyes. “You surprise me.”
Osferth’s brows furrowed. “Do I?”
She nodded, a bright smile still glistening from her face, "you're not what I expected from a warrior monk. You're quiet, soft-spoken. And you blush too easily." She leaned in a little, grinning like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. "It’s adorable."
He nearly choked on the breath he took in. "Adorable is… not generally what men aim for in these parts."
He was slightly shocked when he felt her touch once again, this time on his back. "Well, maybe men should aim higher," she said, tossing a small stick into the fire. "I’ve had enough of those who puff their chests and speak with swords. It's always the quiet ones that get under your skin."
Osferth swallowed. "Do I?"
She smiled again, and it was different now. Slower. Intentional.
"Men do not see things from the point of view of women, we are the ones who are subject to awful treatment- one of the reasons I ran away and came here was because of a man who claimed to love me." She let out a false laugh, almost like she was trying to transform the harmful memories into funny ones. She continued, "He said he loved me. So I burned his house down."
Osferth blinked. “I… I’m sorry, what?”
She was watching the fire, expression unreadable.
Osferth watched the side of her face, intrigued to discover more about her odd confession.
She laughed, simply.
"Many things happen Osferth. Perhaps one day, I will explain the full story." She glanced at him, "just know, he did not love me, and he deserved what he got."
Osferth got caught up in the moment, not realising the words that began to tumble from his mouth, "I find it impossible that a man could ever be capable of not loving you..."
Oh, god
His eyes widened as he realised what he had said, and his hands slapped straight to his head. Osferth was not one to, how would you say, play it cool.
He looked like he wanted to rewind time. Or maybe just crawl into the fire and be done with it.
Y/N was still watching him, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, but her gaze had softened. Like maybe she wasn’t laughing at him anymore. Like maybe she never had been.
"You’re sweet, Osferth," she said finally, her voice lower now-calmer, quieter, just for him.
"Sweet?" he echoed, somewhere between a question and a prayer. Trying to silently complete a set of deep breaths in order to fight off the embarrassment.
She nodded, toying idly with a bit of her sleeve. “Most men around here try to impress me by talking about the battles they’ve fought. Or the ones they’ve won. But you…”
He stared, caught between dying of embarrassment and leaning in to hear more.
"…you talk like someone who listens," she continued. “You don’t puff your chest or spit stories. You blush. You stammer. You say things you don’t mean to say out loud.”
"I really didn’t mean to say that," he muttered, voice a little hoarse.
She smiled gently. "But you did say it. Did you mean it? You think I am capable of being loved? Properly?"
The question surprised him; why would someone like her, need validation from someone like him?
He nodded, way too eagerly- but she liked it.
Her eyes sparkled in the firelight as she studied him, her tone dipping just enough to be dangerous. "You know," she said, "you might not be a typical warrior. But that doesn’t make you less of a man. In fact, for me, it makes you more of a man."
That stunned him enough to blink-once, then twice. His lips parted, but the words got stuck somewhere in the back of his throat.
"I see you," she added, softer now. "Even when you try to be invisible."
Then she leaned in-close enough that he could smell the hint of smoke in her hair, feel the warmth of her beside him.
And with all the calm in the world, she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Just the faintest brush of lips, warm and brief and real.
Before he could even fully register what had just happened, she was already rising, brushing off her hands.
"I’m going to bed," she said, stretching slightly with a yawn. "Don’t stay up all night thinking about me, baby monk."
He opened his mouth to respond, but only a faint squeak came out.
She paused at the edge of the firelight and glanced over her shoulder.
Her smile was wicked. "Actually… please do."
And then she was gone- just the sound of her boots fading into the cold night, leaving Osferth frozen in place, fingers touching his cheek like it might catch fire.
Which, honestly, it already had.
The next morning, Osferth sat with Sihtric and Finan as they waited for Uhtred to tell him his expectations for the day. Osferth felt that although it had been hours since his last interaction with Y/N, his skin had never returned to its normal colour; he feared that he was still bright pink, and would remain so until the end of time.
"So where were ye?" Finan questioned, tucking into his breakfast.
Osferth blinked at him, "I was just by the fire, and then went to bed."
Sihtric cut in straight away, "Y/N was not there either, were you making love all night?" He and Finan burst into laughter.
"You dark horse!" Finan chuckled. Osferth just burned. Despite wishing that what Sihtric had said was reality, he was perfectly happy with the nights actual events.
Osferth decided to keep the reality to himself.
"I wish..." He mumbled, causing both of them to laugh with him.
"Oh, me too" Sihtric agreed.
Later in the evening, the camp was quiet, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the distant howls of wolves. The chill of the evening was enough to send most of the men into their tents, huddling for warmth and sleep. But not Y/N.
She had been out for hours, patrolling the edge of the camp on horseback, her eyes sharp, scanning the treeline. Her mind never rested- not when there were threats lurking in the dark. Her instincts were always on edge, the scars of her past keeping her vigilant, always watching. Some would call it paranoia, she would call it reality.
Osferth sat by the fire, eyes flicking to the distant shadows, his thoughts wandering back to the brief moments he'd shared with her over the past few days. That damned kiss on his cheek still made his heart race. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He found himself wondering if she'd ever do it again… or if it had meant nothing at all.
"You look like you're about to fall into that fire." Sihtric's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
Osferth blinked rapidly, shaking his head. "I... I wasn't-"
"Not the first time we've caught you staring off into space," Finan chimed in, his voice warm with amusement. "Not the first time, either, that it's been a certain someone on your mind."
Osferth flushed, immediately dropping his gaze to his hands. "I’m not-"
They weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily. Before Sihtric could continue, a sudden shout pierced the quiet night. It was unsure of the exact dialogue, but it was very obviously a desperate cry from Y/N.
It came from the woods. Rough, panicked, and unmistakable.
Osferth’s heart stopped. His instincts kicked in before he even had time to think. His eyes darted to Sihtric and Finan, whose expressions had gone serious in an instant. They were already on their feet, weapons in hand, eyes scanning the trees.
"Stay here," Finan growled to Osferth. "We’ll go check it out."
But Osferth wasn’t listening. He was already running. He heard Finan trying to stop him, but did not care. He needed to help her.
His feet moved faster than he ever thought possible, his heart hammering in his chest. The others’ calls faded behind him as he pushed through the underbrush. He could hear her voice again, this time louder, tinged with frustration- fear.
"Osferth!" she shouted, desperation creeping into her tone.
She didn’t sound like she was winning this fight.
Osferth’s breath came in sharp gasps as he broke through the trees and into the clearing where he saw her, standing tall, but clearly outnumbered. A group of men- bandits by the looks of them- had her cornered, their daggers glistening in the firelight.
"Y/N!" Osferth shouted, his voice stronger than he expected it to be.
She looked over at him, her face unreadable for a moment before her lips curled into a smile- a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Stay back!" She called out, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
But Osferth wasn’t listening. Not now.
One of the men turned his head at the sound of his voice, sneering. "Looks like the little monk thinks he’s going to save the day," he laughed, taking a step toward Osferth. "Accept your fate, monk."
The bandit lunged forward, and for a split second, Osferth froze. Everything inside him screamed to run, to get help, to stay safe- but there was no time for that. Not when Y/N was in danger. Especially not when this was his chance to prove himself.
In that instant, something inside him snapped.
Osferth moved like lightning. His sword was drawn before the bandit even realised what was happening, and with a swift, powerful motion, Osferth sliced through the air, disarming the man in a single stroke. The blade clattered to the ground, and the bandit staggered back in surprise.
Y/N’s eyes widened as Osferth stepped in front of her, his stance fierce and protective. The bandits looked between him and Y/N, clearly thrown off by the monk’s sudden display of strength. But Osferth wasn’t backing down.
The bandits hesitated.
They hadn’t expected resistance. Especially not from a baby-faced monk who still looked like he spent more time reading than fighting. But Osferth wasn’t the same man he’d been weeks ago. He’d trained, he’d endured, and tonight- he’d snapped.
Osferth stood tall, sword raised, breath ragged but unyielding. And just behind him, Y/N stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time.
Before anyone could make another move, the trees behind them rustled, and two familiar shapes emerged- Finan and Sihtric, blades already drawn.
"Well, shite," Finan muttered, stepping into the clearing with an expression that was both impressed and pissed off. "Told you he wouldn’t stay put."
Sihtric’s eyes flicked to Osferth, then to the bandits. "Doesn’t look like he needed to," he said with a half-smirk. "Reckon we should help anyway?"
Osferth didn’t look away from the bandits. "Let’s finish this."
The three of them launched into action like a well-oiled machine. Swords clanged and sparks flew as the remaining bandits tried, and failed, to hold their ground. Y/N recovered quickly, joining the fight with swift, brutal strikes, her movements practiced and graceful. She fought like fire, wild and fierce.
When the last of the bandits dropped or fled into the night, the clearing was left in silence. Only the sound of laboured breathing filled the air.
Osferth turned to Y/N. "Are you alright?"
She nodded, slowly. Her chest was heaving, and there was blood on her cheek that wasn’t hers. "I was handling it," she said softly.
"I know," he replied, breathless. "But I couldn’t not come."
There was a moment. A heartbeat.
Then she stepped toward him. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted. Something wild and raw flickered across her face, something she could no longer contain.
"You idiot," she whispered. "You beautiful, brave idiot."
And before he could respond- before he could even breathe- she grabbed him by the collar and kissed him.
Not a soft, teasing brush of lips. Not the playful peck like before.
This was hungry. Desperate. Grateful.
Osferth froze for only a second before he responded, dropping his sword as his hands flew to her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands threaded into his hair, holding him there like she’d die if she let go.
"Bloody hell," Finan muttered, somewhere off to the side. "Did you see that coming?"
Sihtric didn’t answer. He was too busy staring. "Is she-? She’s straddling him."
"Yep."
Osferth had indeed sunk to his knees beneath her, Y/N following him down, straddling his thighs in the dirt like it was the most natural place in the world to be. Their lips never parted, not even when Finan cleared his throat.
"Alright," he said, louder now. "We’re still here, yeah?"
Y/N didn’t respond. She was too busy deepening the kiss, her hands sliding down Osferth’s chest now, his fingers digging into her hips.
Finan gave Sihtric a pointed look. "We’re leaving."
Sihtric blinked, still watching. "Yeah, yeah. Right. Definitely leaving. Just-one second."
Finan grabbed his arm and dragged him away. "You’re watching too hard, brother."
"I can’t help it! Did you see the way she- okay, okay, I’m going, I’m going."
The two of them disappeared back into the trees, muttering and chuckling.
In the clearing, Y/N finally pulled back just enough to look at Osferth. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, her expression unguarded.
"You were incredible," she murmured.
"I thought I’d die," he admitted. "But then I saw you, and I didn’t care."
She smiled, her thumb brushing over his jaw. "You’re not a boy anymore."
He tilted his head, a smile tugging at his lips despite the chaos around them. "No?"
"No." She kissed him again. "You’re mine."
And for the first time in a long while, Osferth didn’t feel small or overlooked or uncertain.
He felt seen.
Wanted.
And very, very far from holy.
Comfort
Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom)
Pairing: Osferth/OFC
Warnings: Sexual Content – Pure Smut. PWP. Home Spoilers (sort of)
Rating: M
Length: One Shot – for now
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: I have no clue where this came from, it sort of spawned one afternoon as a side quest.
Osferth and Sunniva are characters from my fic Home, but you don't need to be familiar with that story to read this. If you have been reading Home, this would sneak in between parts 16 and 17 (parts 17-18 on Ao3)
Catch Up Here
Comfort
Sunniva laid on her left side, resting comfortably, red hair scattered in every direction against the pillow. Osferth was quick to shush his alarm as it rang out through the quiet morning. Stirring ever so slightly, Sunniva sighed and sank deeper into his bed. The whiskey and sex were coming back to haunt her a little in the moment.
Bare skin brushing against his, as she got comfortable. Alarm silenced, Osferth leaned over resting his chin on Sunniva’s shoulder. Not saying a word, he drew closer, her body curving to his like it was made to be there. Nestling his nose in between the back of her neck and shoulder, he placed an array of tiny kisses just below her hairline. The scarce scent of stale sweat and sex, along with fig and sandalwood met Osferth's senses head on.
“You're up early.” Sunniva mumbled, bringing her arm up out of the blankets to hook around his neck. Fingers brushing against the back of his hair.
“I've got to get ready for Church.” Osferth replied with a light sigh, the feeling of her nails against his scalp was heavenly in itself. “Did you want to come, Miss Byrnes?”
“Yes.” Sunniva giggled groggily. “Although, not necessarily to Church.”
“Why do you think the alarm was set so early?” Osferth continued to lay kisses against her bare skin. Certain that, despite his religious belief, he had a goddess right there in his bed. Silly man, they hardly knew one another.
“You are naughty.” Teasing him, Sunniva rolled over slightly to look at him. Hair sticking up in various directions, his blue eyes were tired, and his smile lazy. The look of a man in post-coital bliss. “Maybe we need more sleep?”
“We can take a nap later.” Caressing her arm, Osferth shrugged.
A combination of his touch and the morning chill in the room, as the blankets shifted to expose her naked skin Sunniva shivered. Osferth's gaze fell to her exposed breasts, nipples hard and waiting for his attention. They weren't the only thing growing hard and waiting. Shifting under the blankets, he adjusted his hips in order to keep his hard on from becoming too obvious.
“We’re not going to nap, be honest. It's a miracle we even slept last night.” Sunniva's words were full of mischief. Despite being in bed they often got little sleep. “By the way, you snore.”
“And you drool, but it's rather cute.” Osferth shot back with a slight laugh, moving his hand from her arm across her stomach and down. Sunniva parted her legs, allowing his hand to fit comfortably between them. Met with a thin strip of trimmed hair, Osferth delicately ran his finger down the line, teasing her a bit further.
“I bet.” A soft moan rose as Osferth cupped her, nimble fingers grazing against her folds. Drawing them back, he hummed placing one then two against her lips. Sucking his fingers into her mouth, Sunniva coated them for him. Anticipation rising through her.
“Beautiful.” He complimented, his hand returning to her folds. Sunniva huffed and closed her eyes as his wet fingers moved against her heat.
One finger, then another teased her. Sliding in with little effort. His thumb flush against her clit, she leaned back into him trembling. Clutching the blanket around her waist, Sunniva's breath grew heavier with each stroke of Osferth’s fingers. Hand now coated in her saliva and wetness, he kissed along her jaw, fingers curling upward inside of her.
“Oh god.” Sunniva moaned.
“We can talk to him later, right now I want you to focus on me.” Words low in her ear. Sunniva nodded and trembled. “You are a vision when you are like this.”
Eyes fluttering shut, Sunniva's chest heaved, her back pressed to Osferth's toned chest. Strong arms around her, his long fingers found the exact spot needed to make her fully aware that her body was giving into him. Nothing left to do but allow him to help her finish. Softly moaning, she shuttered and bit her lip. Light kisses along her shoulder and neck, Osferth hummed her praises.
“Such a beauty. So wet.”
Sunniva nodded, words lost for the moment.
“You're making me so hard right now.”
Under the blankets, Osferth slowed his pace, thumb brushing against her most sensitive spot. Unable to control the fire that rose in his stomach, he grunted and found himself wanting her even more. Rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks, Osferth groaned feeling himself unable to tease her much further. His body stiffening, he needed to have her before he found himself cleaning a mess.
“Os-Osferth.” Sunniva pushed her ass back against him, reaching between them she began to stroke his already wanting cock. “Please.”
“I love how you say my name, when you're like this.” Osferth grunted, rubbing his cock between her cheeks once more. Sliding between her thighs, he felt the lightest bit of pressure. Already he was beginning to see stars.
“Baby, don't make me beg.” Huffing, Sunniva followed it with a desperate whimper.
“Shit.” He hissed, as he adjusted himself, entering into her warm center. His cock twitched against her soft walls, pausing, Osferth took a deep breath before slowly sliding back out.
Whimpering at the sudden emptiness, Sunniva rolled her eyes and grabbed a handful of blanket. “Please just fuck me.”
Osferth couldn't help it, her soft voice begging him. Placing his cock between her folds ever so slowly, he gripped her hip and sheathed himself in her once more. Sunniva's head fell back, gasping as he again entered her body. Mumbling about how well he stretched her, she sobbed quietly as his hips met with her ass, the quiet sounds of two bodies moving together in the still morning.
“That's my sweet girl. You can take it.” He pushed her leg forward to create a bit more friction as he thrust back in.
Sunniva squealed and winced as his hands gripped her hips harder, fingers digging into her skin.
Jesus.
She'd have to remember to thank him later, when they said the prayer.
Biting the back of her shoulder, Osferth muffled his cries of pleasure. For something that was considered a sin, it felt absolutely heavenly in the moment. Biting Sunniva a tad too hard, he kissed the spot and apologised.
“I don't mind.” Moving her hair out of the way, Sunniva pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck you're amazing.”
One hand on her hip, Osferth raised the other to caress her breasts. Pinching her nipple, he rolled it between his thumb and finger. Sunniva hissed and placed her hand over his, encouraging him to pinch harder. Her right hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with short fast strokes.
“Sunny, fuck I love how you feel against me.” Voice muffled against her shoulder. Osferth closed his eyes tight, attempting to make this last as long as he could.
“Harder.” Sunniva cried out her demands. “Osferth, I need to feel all of you.”
Inside his chest swelled and his stomach clenched, Sunniva's walls griped onto him as he hastened the pace. Skin slapping skin continued to echo in the room, muffled by the blankets that were now almost off of their bodies and the bed. Osferth shouted in pleasure, his voice hoarse and his body beginning to give in.
Sunniva cried out, a hint of pain mixed with arousal as she felt him brushing the soft spongy spot that was about to send her head spinning and her body reeling in pure bliss. Clawing at the blankets and his forearms, she gripped his wrists tightly.
“Fill me. Don't stop.”
“Sunny!” Osferth panted.
“Fuck me, Osferth. Fill me, I need you.” Begging him, her voice strangled.
Gritting his teeth, Osferth felt his body clench. Wrapping his arms around her and holding her as tightly as he could, he felt like a man possessed. “I’m going to fill you like I fucking own you.”
“Yes. Oh god, baby, you own every inch.” Her head against his shoulder, she was certain in the moment she felt every ounce of sense leave her soul.
“You're taking me like such a good slut.” Osferth felt his cheeks heat with the words in the moment.
“Mm, your slut.” Body shaking, she could feel Osferth's strokes becoming sloppy and slow, spasming inside of her body as she clenched, helping him to release everything he had. With a heavy sigh, she wrapped her leg around his hip, keeping him there, not yet ready to feel the emptiness that would invade her when he pulled out.
“Sunny, you are...fuck me. I think I could be in love.” Words barely tangible, he laid as still as possible. Body on fire from his head to his toes.
“You don't love me. You just like the sex. It's okay.” Sunniva sighed, biting her bottom lip. Body still tingling, she felt euphoric. Between her legs she could feel the sticky wetness they had created. Here's hoping the new pill that she had been taking was worth the money. “We should shower, or we are going to miss church.”
Dazed, Osferth laid curled up behind Sunniva for a moment, allowing his heart rate and body to reclaim senses. Sunniva sat up, hand brushing through his hair, leaning down to kiss his cheek. She'd start the shower and then rouse Osferth enough to join her. The clock was ticking and they really were going to be late.
“After church, do you want to come for lunch?” His voice took her at a surprise.
Wrinkling her nose, Sunniva's clear blue eyes held a hint of sadness. Shaking her head, “not today. I should actually spend time with my sister.”
“I suppose, Lottie will want to see you.” Osferth shifted around, reaching for the table beside his bed. Picking up the pack of cigarettes, he pulled one out and placed it between his lips. Reaching over him, Sunniva fished for the lighter, sparking the flint and lighting his cigarette.
Laid back against the wall, Osferth tucked one arm under his head, his other hand reaching for Sunniva. Drawing her back to him, for another kiss. Tracing her fingers along his well defined abs, she placed a soft kiss on his chest.
“I'm sorry. We could do dinner tomorrow? I am sure the others would love to join us?” Lifting the cigarette from Osferth, she placed it to her lips. A halo of smoke surrounding her tousled red hair. Standing from the bed, taking his cigarette with her, Sunniva stood bare as the day she was born. Osferth took in every inch, every curve, committing them to memory.
“That sounds like a plan.” Nodding, Osferth felt his heart sink. Sunniva was leaving on Wednesday, of course she'd want to visit her sister. Osferth had asked her to take time off work to come, because her sister missed her, yet he was taking all of her time.
In a few moments, they would be showered and he'd make breakfast. Sunniva would help him pick out his clothes and give him a kiss on the cheek, as if they hadn't just spent the evening and morning having sex, acting like a sweet and endearing pair of friends.
Friends – Osferth could be okay with that, if it's what he was allowed to have.
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If you're cold, he’s cold.
pls let him in
DUNK AND OSFERTH BESTIES
All Things End
Pairing: Osferth (The Last Kingdom) x f!reader Warnings: Angst, smut. Word count: ~2.7k
Summary: Based on this request. Life has been blissful for Osferth since finding love with a Christian woman from Alton. However, he cannot shake the thought that she deserves better; if he loves her, he should want her to be happy, even if that happiness is not found with him...
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Her breaths come in ragged pants that fan hotly against the sweat soaked skin of Osferth’s neck. She is pliant beneath him, thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, mirroring the spasming grip of her warm, wet walls, pulling him towards his end as she reaches her own. The pressure that has steadily been building at the base of his spine explodes in white hot intensity, and he screws his eyes shut as he pushes back into her with a final, deep thrust, spilling himself inside of her.
Inside of her.
He freezes as the sensation fades away, eyes snapping back open in stark realisation. He pulls back, breathing heavily, panic not allowing his heart rate to slow.
“I–I did not mean to…I’m sorry. That was careless of me, please forgive me, I–”
She places a palm against his cheek, caressing his face gently, halting his rambled apologies. Her expression is calm, though her eyes are glossy, lips parted as the afterglow of their tryst suffuses through her flesh.
“It is fine, my love, we will take care of it.”
He knows all too well what she means when she says that. She will take care of it. It would not be the first time that she has had to.
It has been a year since they shared their first night together, and they have enjoyed many more since then, under the cover of stars, or on the straw stuffed mattresses of the various ale reeking inns that they find themselves in when they have enough coin to seek proper shelter on their travels. Osferth is usually always careful, pulling out and coating her thighs, lower back or belly with his spend. However, there have been two occasions when he has gotten lost in her warmth, the intoxicating scent of her, and forgotten himself, finishing inside of her as he ascends to the height of bliss, before the gravity of his carelessness plummets him back to earth with horrifying cognizance. Tonight is the third time that this has happened.
His expression is sullen as he sits by the campfire the following morning, watching her brew the pungent roots and herbs in a steaming pot of water. The acrid stench makes his nostrils twitch in disgust, but he refuses to move or look away. She is the one that has to drink the noxious liquid, suffering the smell of it pales in comparison, and does little to assuage the guilt that weighs heavily upon his chest.
She grimaces as she gulps it down, brow furrowed as she struggles not to retch at the taste, and he swears silently to himself that this is a torment that he will never allow her to suffer again. She deserves better, he must be better for her.
The frightened young woman he had met in Alton has come a long way since he had rescued her. She is no longer shy and fearful and, though still steadfast in her faith, she shares herself with him freely and without shame. She drinks ale, laughs heartily at Finan’s dirty jokes and no longer displays any apprehension at interacting with Uhtred and the others. His heart swells with warmth and affection for the woman he has fallen in love with, she is truly the light of his life. Though in moments such as these he is left to ponder on how exactly he has changed hers, and if it is for the better.
He has basked in her warmth on chilly evenings, enjoyed the sinful pleasures of her flesh, found comfort and joy in the unconditional love that she showers him with, but what can he possibly offer her in return?
Osferth is her protector, but would she need that protection at all if she were not travelling with Uhtred and his men? He is the blade against the harm that he directly places her in the way of every time they prepare for battle. They have no home, no money, nothing but what they carry upon their horses. He loves her more than he ever thought himself capable of loving another person, but love alone will not provide for her.
The thoughts consume him as they ride south, towards the next village, and he clings tightly to her as she leans back against him in the saddle, as though he can feel the very essence of her slipping through his fingers. A man less selfish would simply let her go, but he cannot fathom a life without her. Deep down, despite trying his best, he knows he will never get it right.
Beocca and Æthelwold are awaiting them when they arrive, and she leaves him with a cheerful smile and a soft kiss on the lips, explaining that she wishes to explore, a polite means to excuse herself from the discussion that she knows does not concern her. He is ever grateful for her intuitive nature, but once more left disheartened that she is placed in that position to begin with.
He is barely able to focus as Beocca relays Alfred’s demands to Uhtred. There is a dawning sense of finality settling in the pit of his stomach, causing cold tendrils of dread to spread throughout his body, and it does not come from the news of the King’s order of one hundred pieces of wergild and an oath sworn to his son, Edward. There is a price he knows he will have to pay sooner rather than later, and it will come at a greater cost to him than any fealty sworn to a future ruler.
Osferth watches as she laughs breathlessly, the sound carrying softly on the breeze. The children scurry around her skirts, rosy faced and grinning, eager to play. She had obliged and agreed to join in on their game of chase when they had invited her, excited at having new people arrive in the village. Her playing with them feels effortless, natural even, and he thinks about how easily she would adapt to motherhood, to have a babe of her own to hold in her arms. It causes a lump in his throat, his gaze growing misty as his mouth tugs downward, knowing that’s something he will never be able to give her.
He is a bastard. He will not pass that curse on by marriage or parentage, that will die with him.
But what of her wants and needs? He is depriving her of the opportunity to be a wife, a mother. He can no longer subject her to a life of vagrancy and uncertainty, simply because of his heedless desire to have her at his side. She did not ask for this, it has been thrust upon her without her say so. Her life cannot truly begin until the one she leads with him comes to an end. With a heavy heart, he decides that when they reach the next town he will travel on without her.
The village they currently occupy seems too small, too dirty, not vibrant enough for her to call home, he reasons, she deserves to live somewhere bigger and as filled with exuberant life as she is. He knows he is lying to himself, he is simply unprepared to let her go, he is not ready. He is not sure he ever will be, but he will have to be for both of their sakes.
Over the coming days, he keeps her close, committing to memory the softness of her hair between his fingers and the way the sunlight dapples upon it like fresh spun silk. He inhales the fragrant scent of her skin every time he holds her close, as though trying to permanently imprint the faint floral smell upon his mind.
The way her eyes light up whenever she smiles is the sight he will miss most of all. He wishes for that to be the only expression he ever sees upon her beautiful face. He cannot bear the thought of parting ways and seeing the heartbreak in her eyes, or the tears that might fill them. It is craven, but he knows the only way he will ever be able to leave her is if he slips away without telling her.
His heart sits like a stone within his chest when they eventually arrive at the next town. He knows that when he departs it will no longer be in tact, torn asunder as he leaves half of it behind. He can see his future darkening as he looks into her eyes, knowing it may be the final time he ever gets the opportunity to do so.
Osferth makes love to her that night, his pace unhurried, every thrust drawn out slowly, memorising the subtle movements of her hips and each soft sigh that passes her lips. His hands stroke through her hair, caressing her face, before dragging over her curves. If this is to be his final time with her then he wants it to last, wants her to feel just how much she means to him, and to be left with the memory of how utterly divine she had felt pressed against him.
“I love you,” he whispers to her, as she cuddles against his chest afterwards.
“And I love you.”
Those simple words cause his throat to tighten, knowing he will never hear her utter them again.
It is for the best, he thinks sadly as he watches her sleep peacefully next to him. She deserves the opportunity to settle down, to get married, to have a family. She deserves everything he will never be able to give her.
He slips out of the bed as dawn breaks, casting a dusky orange glow through the gap in the threadbare curtains. The loss of her warmth is intensified by the knowledge that this is his final time experiencing it, the sensation of parting from her akin to being plunged into icy water. He has to force himself to look away from her in order to gather up his clothes and get dressed, careful not to disturb her.
Hovering by the door, he hesitates a moment, staring at her as she slumbers. If this is the right thing to do, then why does it feel so painful? His love for her is unconditional, however, and he longs for her to find happiness, even if that means he is not a part of it.
He hates the thought of her waking up alone, the inevitable betrayal she will feel when she realises what he has done, and it tempts him to stay, to continue to pretend that he could ever be enough for her. But he knows those feelings will pass for her, and when they do she will meet the man who will marry her and father children with her, a man who does not carry the curse of bastardry.
“There is a woman in the room upstairs,” he tells the innkeeper on his way out, handing him a coin purse containing all of the money that Osferth has to his name. “Please ensure she is well taken care of.”
His hands shake as he saddles up his horse, the void she has left behind seeming as though it will swallow him whole. He is incomplete without her, destined to go through life feeling like half of a person.
Finan raises an eyebrow at Osferth, as he tends to his own mount, eyeing him with suspicion. “She not coming with us?”
Osferth swallows thickly, an attempt to keep the emotion from his voice, as he keeps his eyes focused on the straps he buckles. “No.”
“Yes, I am!” She cries out, hurrying towards them, a bewildered look upon her face. Her hair is still tousled from sleep, suggesting she had dressed in a hurry to catch them up. “Osferth, why did you not wake me?”
His heart sinks, tears prickling his eyes as he turns to look at her, knowing he will now have to have the conversation he had been wanting to avoid all along. Finan clears his throat, looking between the two of them, before moving away towards where Uhtred and Sihtric are readying to leave.
“You are to stay here,” he says in a trembling voice, “I have left coin with the innkeeper to take care of you.”
“For how long?” She asks, brow furrowing in confusion.
He lowers his gaze, guilt pooling in his gut, unsure of how to word his response. There is no kind way to say “forever” in this instance.
“For how long, Osferth?!” She asks again, her voice wavering as it raises an octave.
His eyes are sad and filled with remorse as he looks back up at her, nausea swirling in his stomach as he watches a tear slip down her cheek. His fingers twitch uselessly by his sides with the urge to wipe it away.
“Do you not want me anymore?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper as she asks this, and it feels as though a dagger has been twisted into Osferth’s heart. How could she possibly ever believe he didn’t want her? She means everything to him.
He shakes his head, the words feeling as though they will choke him as his vision blurs. “I will never stop wanting you,” he confesses, “but that is precisely the problem. You deserve better than the life I can provide for you. I will never be able to give you children, or marry you. I am trying to do what is best for you. I want you to be happy.”
“You make me happy, you bloody fool!” She cries, the slightest hint of anger creeping into her tone. “And it is not for you to decide what is best for me. Why did you not tell me that this was how you were feeling?”
“I could not bear to have a conversation that I knew would break both of our hearts. I know that is cowardice, but I knew you would never agree to leave, and I cannot continue to hold you back from the life you deserve.”
He stares miserably at her, feeling the wetness of his tears upon his face as she swipes angrily at her own. This is not how this was supposed to go. He does not want this to be how they remember each other.
“You are right,” she says defiantly, “I would not have agreed to go. If a husband and children were what I wanted then I would have parted ways with you long ago. I am not the scared little girl you found a year ago. I make my own choices.”
His lips part involuntarily, eyes widening slightly. “How can this possibly be the life that you would choose for yourself? How could I ever be enough?”
She sighs, reaching for his hand, clasping his fingers tightly in his. The gesture spreads warmth from the tips of his toes all the way to the top of his head.
“I love you, Osferth. You are enough for me. The life we have is enough for me. I do not wish to risk my life in childbirth, or spend my days tending to the needs of a husband who views me as something to be possessed. I want a life that is filled with adventure, I want to fall asleep under the stars, and I want to do it all with you at my side.”
A small, yet hopeful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he steps closer, tenderly wiping away the wetness beneath her eyes with his thumb. “Are you sure?”
She nods. “God brought us together for a reason. All things must end, I know this, but not what we have, just the foolish way in which you perceive it.”
He rests his forehead against hers, relief and embarrassment flushing his cheeks. “I have been so stupid, can you ever forgive me? I do not know how to even begin to apologise.”
She leans in, pressing her lips to his, allowing them to linger for a moment before pulling away with a slight grin. “Save your apologies. You will need them for the innkeeper when you ask for your money back.”
He smiles. There is comfort in knowing that everything ends, because within it they have been given the opportunity to begin again.
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