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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Arthur Ketch x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, time jumps, strong reader

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Time is a funny thing. One moment you look at old pictures of the love you lost to reminisce, and the next moment, the life you knew is long gone.

A heartbeat later eight years are gone, and you are sitting in an airplane leading back to your old life.

You take a deep breath, and exhale sharply, feeling Ketch’s eyes on you.

“Y/N, if only you told me about this earlier. I would’ve asked someone else to come with me. I should’ve known better than to ask you to face the man breaking your heart.” Ketch became our closest friend over the amount of eight years. He’s your son’s godfather and the big brother you never had. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I’ve got this, Arthur,” you glance at your laptop to check on the timetable for the meeting with Winchester & Singer Inc. once again. “I’m not the girl he left.”

Arthur sighs deeply but ignores the anxiety clawing at his chest. The last thing he wanted was to force you to face your past. “If you want to stay at the hotel, I can go to the meeting and tell them you got sick.”

“Your designer didn’t get sick. This is my project and won’t stay away from the meeting only because there is a slight possibility that I will run into that man!”

He gives up but worriedly watches you squirm in your seat. You still hate flying but try to put a brave face on. You’re fierce and strong-headed. Only one of the many things he likes about you.

“If you want me to, I’ll break his face after we sealed the deal,” Ketch casually says. “I’m not scared of getting my hands dirty.”

“No,” you grab his hand and squeeze it. “He’s not worth it, Arthur. After all these years I know Dean never felt anything for me. Even his brother tried to contact me years ago. I wasn’t very nice to Sam, but it had to be done.”

A split second can change your life. Dean never believed in fate or karma. But when you step inside the conference room, another man by your side, he’s suddenly a believer.

You take his breath away. Even if you aged, you did it with grace and grew even more beautiful. You carry yourself like no other woman, and he can barely keep himself from pouncing on you.

“Y/N?” Sam is the one rising from his seat first. He does what Dean wants to do. Sam wraps you in a hug, ignoring the man next to you. “It’s really you, Y/N. How have you been?”

“I’m good,” you pat his back, unsure how to react to Sam’s friendliness. “I hope you have been good too.”

Sam finally releases you. He apologizes for not greeting Ketch and shakes your boss’s hand. “Welcome, Mr. Ketch. We are glad you are willing to meet up with us.”

“My pleasure,” Ketch curtly replies. He shakes Sam’s hand while you look around the room. Dean’s eyes meet yours, but you act like he’s one of the people in the room you do not know. He’s only someone you used to know now.

“Daddy, daddy," you freeze when a little boy storms into the conference room. For a moment you watch Dean's reaction. His eyes are trained on you as his brother picks the boy up.

“And who is this young man,” your features soften for a moment, and you look at the boy in Sam’s arms. You blink and put a straight face on. Showing weakness is not in your plans. If this gets too intense you can cry in your hotel room, but not in front of Dean. Never in front of him.

"Y/N, this is Samuel, my son," you nod, turning your attention back toward Ketch, and the papers on the conference table.

Dean took the chance and stepped toward you and Ketch. He greeted your boss, and now he’s staring at you, eyes sparkling as you try to ignore his existence.

"Don't you want to greet Sam's son," Dean wonders but you remain stoic. "Y/N?” He questions. You loved kids, and always played with the children of your friends. Now you ignore the cute boy right in front of you. “What’s wrong with you?”

"I'm not into kids, Dean. What shall I do? Faint?" you huff and sit down, claiming the next best seat at the conference table. You unlock your phone and try to ignore Dean is standing right next to you.

"This isn't you, Y/N," you whip your head toward Dean, face still stoic. “Where is the quirky and lovely girl? Where is the girl who wanted kids and love?"

"Well," you slowly get back up to glare at Dean, a cold smile on your lips, "this is me after you." He inhales sharply, taken aback by your words. "Designed by pain, betrayal, and broken trust. Don't you like your creation?"

His jaw goes slack, and he flinches at your words. Dean doesn’t find his voice, and he swallows thickly.

You don’t wait for his reply. Instead of waiting for him to tell you that you are in the wrong, you sit back down and focus on your job. You’re here to sign the deal of the century, not to entertain Dean Winchester.

Dean can’t believe you have changed so much. Yes, eight years have passed, and he didn’t see you since he fucked things up. Still, you are so different from the girl he loved.

You’re not quirky and bubbly any longer. Maybe you told him the truth. Your new you got designed by pain. The pain he caused so many years ago.

“Did you listen,” John hisses at his eldest son. He clears his throat and tries to pull Dean’s attention toward business and away from you. “I know she’s still a hot piece of ass but get your shit together. You can dick down some bitch later.”

You wrinkle your nose. John is not very subtle. He whispered his insults, but you heard every word. Some things never change. John Winchester is still disgusting and sleazy.

“Shall we come to an end then,” Bobby Singer raises his voice. “I think we are all tired of talking about details. We should sign the papers and have a drink.”

You smirk. Bobby Singer owns a special place in your heart. Not only because he was the one getting you the job in London, but for having your back for years.

He covered your traces and made sure no one was able to find you. Not even Sam Winchester who tried anything to get in touch with you.

A single phone call was all it took to make him stop. You told him that you were about to marry and that you never loved his brother.

“Y/N, wait,” Dean puts his hand on your shoulder before you get the chance to follow Ketch out of the conference room. Your boss is engrossed in a conversation with Bobby and doesn’t see your face fall. “Can we at least talk? It’s good to see you.”

“Why?” You swat his hand off your shoulder but turn around to face him. “You didn’t want to talk after you embarrassed me in front of your family. I gave you a choice Dean. I left a note, almost begging you to not let me down.”

“You didn’t leave a note. All I found was the engagement ring!” He gets louder. “After all these years you lie to me?”

“I left a note on the bed and placed the ring on top of the note. You didn’t call or come around. That’s all I needed to know. You wanted your ex, and I had to take care of…whatever.” You shrug and turn back around. “Who cares about the past? You had your reasons for not trying to fix things between us.”

“There was no note,” Dean says, a little confused about your behavior. “I swear there was no note. You must remember wrong.”

“I remember every single word I wrote, with tears in my eyes and trembling fingers,” you bitterly reply. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t you think?”

And just like that, you grab your bag and leave the room. Dean watches you leave, just like that night.

“She didn’t leave a note,” he crosses his arms over his chest. Dean tries to recall that night. He remembers brushing Lisa’s advances off. He walked upstairs to apologize, and for make-up sex, only to find the room empty. “There was no note.” He shakes his head, remembering that the ring was lying on the bed, but no note.

“What’s wrong? Why did you let her go again?” Sam asks. “Dean?” He places his hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“Y/N said she left a note, but there was none, Sammy. I swear there was no note, only the ring,” Dean shakes his head. “I don’t know why she’s lying.”

“What if she doesn’t lie, Dean,” Sam wonders. “Why should she lie about leaving a note? It’s been eight years, and she won’t get anything out of it if she lies.”

“You’re right.”

“So, who had the chance to sneak inside your shared room? Why would anyone take the note and leave the ring on the bed?” Sam wrinkles his forehead. “Let’s recall that night, Dean. What do you remember? Who went upstairs before you? Did you see anyone?”

Dean huffs. ”Mom went upstairs because Dad spilled his drink over her dress. I can’t remember seeing anyone else walking upstairs. I wasn’t sober that night, though.”

“Mother went upstairs,” Sam frowns deeply. He knows that Mary invited Lisa to the party. “That makes sense.”

“What?” Dean grunts. “Nothing makes sense anymore, Sammy. What was right is wrong and…” He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s been eight years.”

“I didn’t take you for a quitter,” Sam taunts. “Why did you never marry, or have a relationship lasting longer than a week since Y/N is gone? You have been waiting for her all those years, and now you want to let her slip through your fingers again?”

“No…but…no…” Dean sighs deeply. “Y/N hates me, and I can’t blame her for it, Sammy.”

“Well then, let’s talk to mother. She has a lot to explain...”

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 2 years

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Arthur Morgan Headcannons

I just wanted to write some headcannons, about Arthur, literally anything, I don't care what it is exactly so that's what you're getting.

Some of the headcannons might be a bit more oriented towards a female reader, but not all, I myself am a woman, so, I'll more than likely put some in.

Arthur Morgan is a man who will gladly enjoy any person, regardless of size, but let's be real, I think he has a bit of a soft spot for bigger women. Chunky or thicc, he likes 'em

He thinks that with more there, there's more for him to grab and less of a chance that he'll break something when he's with you, whether it's in a bit more intimate situation, or even when he's just giving you a small hug or kiss.

Arthur is extremely observant. He pays attention to the things you like, and he is literally always on top of doing the things you like or buying you whatever will make you smile.

If he finds out how much you like his voice? Uses it against you, because he doesn’t want to torture you, but he does want to see you riled up.

You like how warm he is? He’ll always be watching to see when you get cold, and the moment you do he’s right behind you with his arms around your waist.

Arthur has a SEVERE gambling addiction. You thought his smoking was bad? He plays poker almost every single night that he’s in camp, and sometimes it’s a blessing and others it’s a curse. He can go rounds at a time, winning each one, but as soon as he has one bad round, they all go bad, but he’s never willing to give up until you make him, and by the end of the ordeal he’s lost more money than made.

He also has a huge ego problem, obviously he’s mentally ill and he’s depressed with who he is as a person, and he doesn’t think very highly of himself, but the moment you manage to boost his ego, that little swagger walk of his that you so dearly love grows more confident.

Hell, sometimes even you just saying good morning can change his whole mood, and he’ll even be nice to other people in camp when he usually only tolerates them.

Arthur has this thing, that when he leaves camp for a certain amount of time, anything that’ll be longer than a day really, but usually when its about a week of being away. He’ll come back to camp, make a beeline for you, and whisper only loud enough for you to hear “Can you be quiet for me while I fuck you or do I have to take you outta camp?”

And thus, you are prepared, obviously.

He’s like a dog in heat, mainly because he hadn’t been with anyone in so long and after a while he’d stopped going after working girls. No one had really made his body react like you did, so it never became a problem until he got with you.

He draws you all the time, obviously he draws, he’s got a whole sketchbook dedicated to it, but he draws you almost any chance he can. Not because he’s some corny “I love you more than life itself” kind of person, which, he is, but because he thinks that out of everyone in camp you are the most fun to draw, your features are just more entertaining and enjoyable to make out with a pencil.

Arthur loves to eat good food, and while Pearson does a decent job it’s not exactly what he would consider gourmet food, so whenever he gets the chance to try new food, or get good food at least, he’ll splurge the money. The only reason he hasn’t gotten completely fat, though he is a little on the chubbier side, which you absolutely love, and think is hot as hell, is because of all the work he does for the gang.

He calls you all kinds of nicknames and pays attention to the ones that get the biggest reaction out of you.

He’s found that Princess does a particularly great job at getting a rouse out of you, but he’s also found that if he says it in his normal tone it doesn’t have the same effect, he has to lower his voice for it to work the way he wants it too.

Darlin’ and Sweetheart have about the same effect, although Darlin’ seems to make you feel a little more for him in serious situations.

Sugar makes you go beet red in the face, and he’s figured out that one is another one he can lower his voice for.

Honey is one that he thinks you like, but he also thinks you’re a little neutral on it. Sometimes it works, other times you just don’t seem to care that much. You’ll answer to it, but that’s about all.

Good Girl, or My Girl, regardless of tone, but especially when lowered, always gets you messed up and he knows it, which is exactly why he waits until you’re at the fire surrounded by the gang to whisper it in your ear.

On the other hand, you have only a few nicknames for him.

Cowboy, it’s tried and true, describes him, basically to a Tee, although Outlaw works better.

Honey, again, a neutral one.

You are the only person, and I mean, only person he allows to call him Pretty Boy, if anyone else tries it they’re liable to find a knife beneath their neck.

Big Boy will send him skyrocketing, his face will flare so hard his ears will turn red and he’ll start stuttering over his words like a newborn calf stumbling on its legs.

Good Boy will really get him motivated and usually if you say it to him in public, he has to excuse himself until he gets rid of his problem.

You hate to admit it, because you know it’s bad for him, but you think that when he smokes cigarettes, he’s at one of his hottest points. When he finds this out, he makes it his goal to smoke more around you.

Occasionally he’ll wait until you wake up and walk out of his tent shirtless and lean against the wooden poles to smoke, and he’ll send a smirk your way, that he knows you like.

When you start to share his tent together, he does the same thing, however, rather than getting up he just simply leans over you and grabs the smokes, he’ll light a match against the wagon and puff away with his hands behind his head.

His absolute favorite thing to do is smack you on the ass and run away, he thinks it’s the absolute funniest thing ever to watch you chase him, he’s got longer legs, so it’s easier to stay away from you.

He also loves it when you wear his hat, however, if you do, he’s going to use it as an excuse to take you to the tent.

If you get him drunk, first off, I’m sorry, second off, you better have a leash. He’s a lot happier drunk, he likes to sing and talk, and he compliments everyone, but he also likes to stumble around and go adventure, and if you don’t keep a good eye on him he’s liable to mount up on his horse, albeit slowly, and then make his way into the nearest town to cause mayhem.

Do not let him drink with John, because rather than being a fun loving drunk he will start trying to fight John and then the night is ruined for everyone.

He also gets more handsy when he drinks, he was already handsy before, but now, when he’s drunk and he couldn’t care less about what people thought about him, he was going to touch wherever he wanted on you.

Your stomach? He’s got his arms around it.

Your ass? Being grabbed any time he’s walking, or stumbling rather, with you.

Tits? Regardless of gender? They have been honked at least twice.

He will kiss you, if it’s on the lips or on the neck, that is anyone’s gamble.

He’ll even talk dirty to you, and not quietly like he would if he was sober, he’ll do it for everyone in camp to hear, and the only way to shut him up is to either kiss him or somehow drag all two hundred and forty pounds of him into his tent.

All in all Arthur Morgan is Arthur Morgan and if you make the decision to be his you better be ready to deal with it.

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forever-fixating · 1 month

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RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: First Family

For @rwrbsource and @rwrbmovie's RWRB Appreciation Month Bingo: First Family

First Family

Author's Note: All opinions are valid, but as someone raised by a working single mom, I find some of the fandom interpretations of Ellen disheartening. I felt compelled to write this, given all the bullshit swirling around in the news about Kamala Harris. I'm not saying Ellen is a perfect mom, that she didn't make mistakes with Alex and June, but I feel she is way better than some would give her credit for. Maybe that's just my bias showing because she reminds me so much of my mom. Plus, if we want to talk about parental neglect, I think that Catherine basically abandoning her children for years after Arthur's death deserves more scrutiny than is usually given. See my previous ficlet with Henry and Pez for more on that! (steps off soapbox)

Ellen Claremont could not sleep. Leo had taken his nighttime meds and fell fast asleep, currently snoring like a buzzsaw and making Ellen contemplate homicide. She went through her mental checklist one more time, nervous that she was forgetting something that would send the entire ceremony tumbling down tomorrow. Her baby boy was getting married. In the past week, she had gone through at least two packs of tissues from bursting into sporadic fits of tears. June gave her a one-armed hug when she started crying at the florist, confirming the delivery time and location for the arrangements.

"I'm so sorry," Ellen laughed, dabbing at her eyes. "It's just-"

"Oh, you don't have to explain, ma'am," the woman said with a sympathetic smile. "I bawled like a newborn baby when all three of mine got married. You look at them and still see the babies they once were."

"You should have seen her at the tux fitting," June said. Affecting a deep Southern accent, she mock-wailed, "Look at my little boy! He's so grown up. I remember dressing him for his first day of school and now-"

"You were crying too, as I recall!" Ellen said, smacking her oldest's arm. "Just wait 'till it's your turn. I'll be inconsolable."

The two women were joyfully involved in planning Alex's wedding. Right before her second term ended, Ellen was inundated with book deals to write about her historic presidency. After the dust settled and she returned to Austin, she finally went through her inbox and contemplated such a project. There was only one person she went to for help. She called her daughter and asked if she would be willing to work with her on the book.

June was hesitant at first, so Ellen said, "I think this could be good for us, honey. I know I can't make up for all the time we lost, but I don't want to lose anymore. You may not believe it all the time, but you and Alex have always been my greatest accomplishments."

As much as she wanted to, Ellen didn't tell Alex about her offer. She wanted June to want to do this with her. It took about three weeks, but one afternoon, June called. The first words out of her mouth were, "Warts and all, right? I don't want to leave any stone unturned."

"Warts and all," Ellen agreed. With a lump in her throat, she said, "Thank you, honey."

Working on the book with June was something Ellen would always treasure. Seeing her daughter in her element, neck-deep in research materials and pages of questions, made the older woman feel guilty for trying to force her into a box that suited Ellen's needs more than June's. There were days and nights of hard work and even harder conversations, but Ellen wouldn't trade a single second. June unburdened herself of long-held resentments. She cried over being forced to grow up too fast and pick up the slack of caring for Alex when Oscar left for California.

"I was so mad at you," June whispered, her voice wavering as she studied her manicured nails. "I was mad at you for making Dad leave, mad at you for always being busy, mad at you for putting total strangers before me and Alex."

Ellen reached out to take her daughter's hand when she cut herself off. It was difficult to hear how she failed her kids, but she knew June needed this. Their relationship wouldn't progress without addressing those hurts. June wiped her runny nose, saying, "As an adult, I realize there is more to it, but try telling that to a twelve-year-old who just wanted her mom to be like all the other moms. At home doing PTA and helping with my homework."

"I felt the same way about my momma," Ellen said, refilling their wine glasses. "Why couldn't I have new clothes instead of hand-me-downs from cousins? Why didn't she make me breakfast or pack me a lunch like Donna Reed? Never mind that she was a high school dropout and a widow working two, sometimes three, jobs just to support us. I couldn't see what she gave up, just what I lost."

June sniffled, her face crumpled. "I felt so guilty because you were out there changing the world, being this hero to so many, and all I could think was how I wanted you home with me, being my momma. I'm sor-"

"No, baby." Ellen pulled June into her arms and squeezed her tight. They were both crying now. "I can admit there were times when my job took precedence over you two. Christ, after what happened to Alex, I blamed myself and my relentless ambition. Why didn't I stay in Texas? Why couldn't I be happy there? How could I let something like this happen to my own son? But I told myself that if I did stay, he wouldn't have met the love of his life."

After tossing and turning for twenty minutes, Ellen gave up on sleeping and climbed out of bed. Immediate family on both sides chose to stay at the lakehouse before the big day. She slipped on her houseshoes and headed to the kitchen for a snack. She smiled when she saw Alex sitting at the counter, tapping away on his laptop.

"That better not be work-related," Ellen teased when she reached him, "or your husband-to-be will be mighty peeved."

Alex jumped but smiled sheepishly before closing the laptop. She took the chair next to him as he said, "I can neither confirm nor deny what I was doing, but I have a bottle of Maker's and a tub of Rocky Road to pay for your silence."

"Proceed, counselor."

Alex grinned and stood. She watched him move around the kitchen with the softest of smiles. The florist's words returned to her and never felt more true than in that moment. Though a young man stood there, pouring them whiskey and grabbing two spoons and a frosty tub of Bluebell out of the freezer, all she could see was a little boy arguing with a Seaworld employee, a lanky teen excited to drive without supervision. And now here he was, about to marry his fairytale prince.

When he caught her scrubbing the corner of her eye, he shook his head and said quickly, "No, no, no! Momma, please don't start crying 'cause if you start, I won't stop!"

"I'm sorry!" Ellen whimpered between giggles. Alex set their drinks down and put the Bluebell tub between them. As he took his seat, she sipped her whiskey and said, "You're just my baby boy, and you're getting married tomorrow. Poor Junie has been consoling me for weeks."

They clinked their glasses together, and he opened the ice cream. Each of them dug in with matching watery smiles. After a period of silence, Alex said softly, "Shit...I'm getting married tomorrow."

Ellen gave him a chocolate whiskey kiss on the cheek. "You sure are."

He ate another spoonful and said around it, "Is it weird that I'm not nervous? Like...I just want to go home with my husband and unpack our house together."

"Not at all, baby." She took another sip, relishing the burn down her throat. "Alex, when things were at their worst, your love for that boy was unshakeable. Trust in that always, and you'll be okay."

"Any other pearls of wisdom?"

Ellen snorted. "You sure you want my advice? I did get divorced."

"That's why I trust you more than most," he said, his eyes and voice so earnest. "May not have gotten it right the first time, but you got there eventually."

Ellen hummed. She thought back to her marriage with Oscar. Already pregnant, they opted for a quick ceremony with the Justice of the Peace. Neither of their families was happy about that decision, thinking they were moving too fast. All her momma could say when Ellen asked her to be there was, "You're gonna regret this, Ellie, but you're grown. I can't stop you."

"Well," Ellen sighed, leaning back into her chair, "the most important thing, especially since you're your momma's child, is to make time for him. Don't wait for birthdays or anniversaries to celebrate each other. If you see a trinket that makes you smile and think of him, buy it. The little moments are just as important as the big ones, baby."

"Is that why you and Dad didn't work?"

She gave her son a sad smile and said, "If I'm perfectly honest, I don't think your daddy and me would've made it long-term. We were both too stubborn to listen, too proud to compromise. But Alex, I wouldn't change a thing. All the mistakes I've made, the regrets I have...you two were never that."

Alex ducked his head, his long curls falling forward. "Goddamn it, Momma. Told you not to make me cry."

"Oh, baby," she laughed. Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed his head and said, "You and Henry are forever. I've never felt more certain about anything in my life."

"More than winning the Presidency?" Alex laughed.

"Especially more than that."

A/N: I tried to give space for valid criticisms of Ellen while still allowing for some grace and understanding. That she and Alex have such a good relationship in the book counts for something in my mind. Share your thoughts down below! I love getting nerdy about RWRB.

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blakeswritingimagines · 11 months

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Dating Arthur Shelby would include:

It's a privilege to date him. He is the eldest son of the Shelby family in Birmingham, and he carries his family's legacy into the future. He is a hard-working, determined, and loyal individual, and he expects to be treated with the same loyalty and determination in return. Dating him is an exciting adventure, and he will take you on a journey that you will never forget.

Being involved with him is not for the faint of heart. He had had more than his fair share of trouble, and he could be quite intense and demanding. He expects a person to be loyal and devoted, but hr also has a passion for life that can not be tamed. He is a man of strong values and principles, and he will always fight for what he believes in. He can be a bit rough around the edges at times, but underneath it all, he is just looking for someone who can love him for him.

It isn't easy to describe, really. The best way I can put it is to say that it's a roller coaster of emotions. On one hand, you have the thrill of being with someone who's always exciting and unpredictable. On the other hand, you have to deal with a lot of drama and uncertainty. Sometimes, it's not easy being with him, and it takes a lot of patience and understanding to make it work. But if you're up for the challenge, then it can be a wild ride and an experience that you'll never forget.

Well, of course, there's the physical side of things. He's a passionate person, so when it comes to intimate relations, he's not shy about showing his affections. He enjoys making you feel special and desired, and he's always ready for some action. He's not afraid to take risks, so you can expect him to make the first move in most cases. But at the same time, he also wants to make sure that your emotional connection is just as strong as your sexual chemistry.

Well, on a more personal level, one thing you need to understand about him is that he's not a conventional person. He has a set of values that he lives by, and he doesn't easily fit into the box of what most people think a man should be like. So if you're the kind of person who's looking for someone who is traditional and predictable, then he's probably not for you. But if you're willing to challenge yourself and step out of your comfort zone, then being with him can be a rewarding experience. It's all a matter of perspective.

There's also the fact that dating him means having to deal with his family and all the drama and troubles that come with that. His family is a big part of who he is and what he does, and that's something that you have to accept if you want to be with him. It can be a lot to handle sometimes, but if you're willing to put in the effort and compromise, then it can be worth it.

Dating him also means having to handle his moods and his reactions to things, which can sometimes be a lot to deal with. He can be very hot-headed and impulsive, and it takes a lot of patience to deal with that. You have to be willing to look past his faults and understand why he acts the way he does, and that's not always easy. But if you're willing to put in the effort, then I promise it'll be worth it.

Dating him means dealing with some of his bad habits, which can be annoying at times. He's a pretty intense guy, and sometimes, he can be hard to handle. He's used to getting his way and doesn't like to compromise, which can cause conflicts in a relationship. He can also be very protective and possessive, which can lead to jealousy and suspicion. But if you understand where he's coming from and have the patience to deal with these things, then you can work through them together and have a stronger connection as a result.

He's a physical person, so he tends to show his affection through touch. He likes to hold hands, give hugs and kisses, and just generally be close to his partner. But he also tries to be creative and show his affection in other ways, like buying small thoughtful gifts or doing little things to show that he cares. At the end of the day, he just wants to let you know that you're loved and appreciated in any way that he can.

He loves taking you on dates. He tries to be creative and come up with fun and interesting ideas for dates. He likes to mix up the usual and go to places that you wouldn't typically think of. He likes to surprise you with unexpected and exciting dates. He also tries to tailor the date to your interests and what you like to do. If you're an outdoorsy person, then you might go hiking or canoeing. If you're more of an indoor kind of person, then you might go to a museum or a nice restaurant.

The business is a difficult and dangerous world, and it's not something that everyone can handle. It's a lifestyle that requires a strong mind and a strong stomach. He wouldn't want to put you through that or expose you to the risks and dangers that come with that world. He wants to protect you and keep you safe, and he doesn't think that letting you into the business would do that.

It would be like dating a passionate man who deeply cares about you. He would treat you with respect and love, no matter what. He would always be there for you and make sure to show his appreciation. He would be very loyal and dedicated to you, and he would do anything for you. However, at the same time, he can be a bit of a wild card, so there would definitely be times when you'd have to be prepared to go along for the ride.

Dating him would be exciting. His personality and sense of humor would keep things interesting and fun. You would always be able to have a good conversation, whether it's serious or just joking around. His passionate nature would keep things spicy, and you would always know that he's completely dedicated to you. But, of course, he would also have his flaws. He can be stubborn and a bit of a perfectionist at times, and he might be a bit too unpredictable at times. In short, there are never boring moments when you're dating him.

I think it would be a very exciting, passionate, and intense relationship. He thinks it would be filled with a lot of surprises, and he would always try to keep things interesting. He would be very protective of you, and he would always do whatever he had to do to make sure you're safe and happy. It would be an adventure, that's for sure.

I think it would be a very dynamic relationship, with a lot of back and forth between you both. You would push each other to grow and to be the best versions of yourselves. You would be willing to take risks and step outside of your comfort zones. You would help each other discover new sides of ourselves, and I think that would be an important part of your relationship. You would definitely be challenged, but I think you would also learn a lot from each other.

I'd like to think that it would be a very supportive relationship, as well. He would be there for you through the good times and the bad, and he would try to help you through any challenges that you might face. He would want to be your biggest supporter and your rock. He would always try to lift you up and keep you motivated. And he would want to be your shoulder to cry on when needed and to be the one person that you can always talk to and that you can trust with anything.

It would be a very passionate and sensual relationship as well. He would try to always keep the spark alive and to surprise and excite you. He would want to be the person that you can truly let go with and just enjoy being in the moment with. He thinks it would be an intense and romantic relationship, and he would always try to make sure that you are satisfied and feeling loved and appreciated.

He can definitely enjoy being in charge at times. He likes having control and being responsible for decisions, and he can be quite dominant and assertive when he wants to be.

One of his other favorite kinks is body worship. He enjoys having his body admired and touched, and he also loves doing the same to you. He likes to show off his body and make you feel desired.

He also enjoys role play and playing out different scenarios and fantasies with you, and he id open to trying new things that you can explore together.

Another favorite is verbal play. He loves teasing and taunting you a little bit, and he enjoys hearing you say naughty words while you're having fun together. He also enjoys dirty talk, as he finds it to be a very effective way to add more stimulation to the play.

He enjoys some more intimate forms of play, like foreplay and teasing. He finds it very exciting and stimulating to explore someone's body and discover what you find arousing and pleasurable.

He also really loves giving pleasure and making sure you feel good, too.

He finds that the build-up and anticipation of anticipating a moment of climax can be a very exciting and pleasurable feeling for both parties involved.

#arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby #peaky blinders x reader #the peaky blinders #peaky blinders arthur shelby #dating would include

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Harry as a weapon being taught to be human inbetween by Tenya and Teddy. Tenya who holds his hands and kisses his scars (forehead, hand, arm, all the scars he can find).

Class 1A seeing this broken pile of teens, who came from a war where nothing changed in the end. 1A who swears to make it right in their own world. (Not all do. Mineta is removed early after Harry uses his money to payback the donation the boy’s family made so the board wouldn’t fuss. Bakugou who sneers at everyone and won’t see the broken teens as anything but failures. Who fights for himself like another blond Harry remembers who had the same money and entitlement issues.)

Hizashi loving the nephew they never met until now. Who curses out Dumbledore with a bottle of scotch and the warmth of old friends around them.

Touya and Percy working together to rip down Endeavour. Aided by Molly who snarls her anger. She’s been unable to help Harry (in her darker dreams she wondered why she’d suddenly forgotten about the bars. Why it only came back when Dumbledore died. She was scared to know why she’d brushed it aside. She won’t let it happen again). Molly who storms Natsuo’s dorm to give him a sweater, who hugs Fuyumi. Who meets Rei with a smile (and a cloak borrowed from Harry. Rei goes missing three days later after a visit from her husband. Fleur just so happens to have her aunt visit after)

Arthur works with Nezu and flourishes. His mind and skill clicks with the small mammal who finds delight in these wizards. Arthur who discovers a boy forced to spy and opens his arms to the child. Who loves and accepts.

Geroge who finds hope in Tensei and later finds his own mark shining (only half because his twin was always part of him). Mount Lady who smiles and struts but who also has been trying more. Who saw a boy run in to save another while she did nothing and feels the sting. Who settles her shoulders, deciding she would fight back (who fights with Midnight as part of their PR but both go to a bar to bitch about it after) Mt Ldy who sees her soulmate, and decides to truly change to prove herself.

Neville who left a grandmother whom never saw him and a family who hurt him. Neville who finds his way as a UA student. As a leader.

UA is happy to open its doors as a magical school, Nezu cheerfully talking with Minerva who decided ‘fuck it’ when most of the children she cared about left. She followed after lighting Dumbledore’s portrait on fire.

Harry who forgot what it was not to be a freak or the Boy-Who-Lived. Even those closest to him turned him into a symbol in the end. A banner. He was the figurehead of their war and the man who was born to save them. Born to die for them. They try to understand but it’s hard to break six plus years of indoctrination. Harry can’t blame them for it. He’s having a hard time breaking it himself. It’s easier with Tenya being so far removed from the wizarding world. Who only sees Harry as his Soulmate rather than as a Symbol. He treats Harry so gently, so kindly, and pulls him back from that edge he was forced to walk so long. That he would still walk to keep those he cares about safe.

All, or well most with a few notable exceptions, of 1-A are just as caring to their newest classmates. The Refugees Ginny dubs their little group with a laugh full of pain and black humor. They are refugees in a sense. Survivors of a war that they won but still somehow lost in the end. The few that stood up to fight. The children that coated their hands in blood when most adults offered them up like lambs for the slaughter. 1-A can’t understand really but they are trying to. It is worlds beyond what any of them have received before.

Hizashi is another example of that gentleness, and one that understands far more than 1-A even if they still dont understand all of it. They have been a hero for years now. They know the kind of toll that it takes on the willing adults that go into it with support and training. They can only imagine what it would do to unwilling children forced to become someone more than what they are so young. To do so with only each other at their backs to count on. They offer companionship (as much as they want to bundle Harry away from the world and protect him, to parent him even, it is far too late for that now. They will never forgive the people that made them miss that chance.) offer a listening ear offer a bottle of their best alcohol when Harry finally finally allows himself to get angry about what was done to him. They teach him every curse word they know and he hurls all of them at a dead man. They hold him when he breaks mourning dozens of deaths including his own. They sit with him through the nightmares, running their fingers through his hair and humming to try and keep them at bay. They should have been able to do this before. They whisper their own curses long after Harry has fallen asleep that neither of them had the chance until so much had been lost.

Molly who will never forgive herself for what she let happen to his babies, all of them even those not hers by name, right under her nose. Who has been nursing nightmares and migraines after the war that didn’t come from the battles and trauma. That overlay her memories of a kind if timid boy to show her bruises and too knobby wrists and her children yelling at her about bars on bedroom windows. She doesn’t want to think about why these are coming now. She already knows. So she throws herself into helping her newest son, whether the boy knows he is already a Weasley or not. Into helping his siblings. Into helping his mother. She failed her children for so long and she will not do so again.

Arthur who feels as if a fog he hadn’t even noticed was lifted around the same time Mollys nightmares started. Who is able to focus to notice more. Who still loves to tinker and build things but can now pay more attention to his children to the world around him to the scars that still sit prominently on his face. He is the one that notices the spy, eyes clear and mind sharp for the first time in what feels like decades. He is the one that pulls him into the fold and swears to protect him in the way he never could for Harry. He had failed his children too. It is not something he will allow to happen again.

Neville who steps into the role of leader of their little group of refugees knowing deep down that it would kill Harry Ron or Hermione to do so. He had been a leader for a year anyway, had kept those still in Hogwarts as safe as he could for as long as he could. Far more names would have been on the memorial if he had not. It’s not hard for him to do. It is something he can endure with a smile, as much as any of them smiled now. If he was honest with himself he sort of liked it. It isn’t anything he would have thought he would be good at before. It’s nice to prove that part of himself that sounds far too much like his grandmother wrong.

Nezu doesn’t even hesitate to open a new department of UA for his newest collection of pups. Doesn’t hesitate to welcome Minerva with open arms when she comes looking for them with sharp eyes and sharper claws wrapped tightly around her wand. She was willing to fight her way through to them. Nezu opens the doors and offers her a position teaching them once again instead.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #harry potter

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bbu-fan-blog · 9 months

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A quick question, how would Aristotle act if he got a kiss on the cheek? (If too uncomfortable it's okay not answer!) Or how would the whole bbu crew flirt? Im too curious and HAPPY EARLY CHRISTMAS BBU GANG!

Ok, when it comes to romance, I have to say I both have some facts and headcanons, so to answer this I'll try and go with what I personally know so it's mostly headcanons here. ^^'

Billie: Billie is aroace, and considering she's rather neutral about her father being in love with Aristotle, chances are that they're simply not interested in romance, or flirting.

Aristotle: Based on drawings with Arthur, Aristotle was the loving, affectionate kind. He'd definitely "flirt" by giving compliments and assuring words. Oh, and he'd absolutely melt when kissed, I'm sure!

Arthur: Kinda unlike Billie, I think Arthur would be into romance, but unlike Aristotle's romantic self, he'd definitely try to impress his crush by feats of cool acts or cool outfits, making him appear kinda like a goof who's trying so hard to impress that it comes off as endearing.

Elaine: Elaine is actually in a relationship, and her plot revolves around it: if she loves you, she'll fight tooth and nail for you. I don't see her as much of a flirt, I picture her as someone who shows her love by acts of service, like being a kind eaar for your troubles, or support in your interests.

Percy: Very soft hearted and loving, Percy would absolutely be a most comforting and devoted partner. Something tells me he would be a bit shy to confess his feelings, or even flirt, but if he manages to, he'd mostly gush on everything he loves about you: he's very sweet!

Scrimshaw: Here's the thing with Scrim: he may flirt and charm people like it's nothing, but when it comes to commitment, he's a bit fickle, not one to really be tied down to a relationship. I think it'd take a while for him to actually be open to really consider you a partner. Keep trying, tho': it may happen someday! At the very least, he loves the attention.

Dutch: Dutch strikes me off as someone who's cordial, but not completely open about his real self: if he knows you, he's more willing to show his true personality, warts and soft side. He's very charismatic and knows how to charm, so I bet that, among the main cast, he'd be the biggest flirt of all, selling even the corniest of pick up lines with his southern flair.

Hayes: Poor dear would be a shy, nervous wreck around their crush, if they happened to catch feelings for someone. Usually it's not on their mind since they're very focused on their work, but when it happens, oh, it takes their whole heart, but would be shy to confess, or even flirt. They might need help from their crush to fully confess, and if that happens, oh, such a couple would be the sweetest around!

Basile: He may be gruff on the outside, but as seen with his wife Pom, you can tell he loves someone by showing his soft side, smiling and just being very sweet. Not sure if he'd be a flirt, tho'.

Barnaby: Ash said this:

So, yeah, in his own ways, Barnaby is VERY romantic: if he likes you in a romantic way, he's very affectionate. Not sure if he would flirt, but he definitely would give his partner a lot of hugs and nuzzles. whether prompted or not. And would absolutely stand close to you during any party (that he'd most likely organized to your liking). Of course, if you want full commitment, you'd have to die, but it'd be worth it to stay with him forever, right?

Fantoccio: From what I've seen Fantoccio doesn't open up easily with people, but knowing his love for theatre, I bet that if he loves you he'd flirt by doing great gestures of love, like a Shakesperean ode to your beauty and charm, or offering you your favorite flowers. He'd also be more happily willing to show his interests and hyperfixations, if he trusts that you won't make fun of him. So, yeah, it may take a while, but when it happens, he's 100% devoted.

Dimitri: Not sure how this goof would act when it comes to romance, but something tells me that he'd definitely try to flirt by coming with hyped up corny lines... only for his tail to reveal what he thinks of his crush, thus making him flail and fluster all over. Very awkward, but surprisingly endearing, in a way.

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clavissionary-position · 1 year

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ɪ ᴋ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴠ ᴀ ᴍ ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴇ 😱🌙 Night of the Living Maroron 🌙😱

STARRING the silly little residents of Comte's silly little mansion

(a crack fic I wrote a year ago based on a prompt from a friend (and spiritually combined with a prompt from a different crack fic that I received from someone else), neither of which I've ever posted before)

"Okay, Brush, you're good to go." Vincent fixes the cap on his pet raccoon's head and then gives him a little kiss right on the Pizza Hut logo. "Remember to drive within the speed-limit."

You stand next to Vincent and thread your hands with his as you watch the rodent shyly hop onto the driver's seat of the carriage. He adjusts his seat and starts up the horses before peeking out through the window and presenting an affluent little smile.

Vincent sheds a few happy tears as Brush drives off. "I'm so proud of him."

You give Vincent a powerful, soul-crushing side-hug and massage his painterly shoulder muscles. "You did good, Vin. You did good."

He wipes his snot on his sleeves. "We just got really lucky that Jean was willing to teach him how to drive a carriage."

You blink a few times. "Sorry, who taught Brush how to...?"

"Jean was really generous. I should finish that painting he commissioned of the macarons wearing lingerie."

You try to process the vowels and bullshit coming out of Vincent's innocent mouth. "Vincent. Jean doesn't know how to drive."

"Hmm? He doesn't?"

You shake your head. "No! He doesn't! We have to stop Brush before-"

- - -

"You were run over by a raccoon driving a carriage?"

"Insofar as a raccoon posed on top of a carriage with a tiny rapier pointed forward in menace can be said to be 'driving,' yes." Shakespeare frowns. "Am I going to die?"

Charles puts his medical equipment back into his bag and takes out a single band-aid with Vlad's face on it. "Just put this where it hurts and you should be okay."

"Aren't you going to apply it for me at least?"

"I would but your insurance doesn't cover it." He rises to his feet. "But it does cover this." He gives Shakespeare three pats on the head. "Good night, Sweet Prince."

"It's afternoon."

"It's night somewhere." And with a terrifyingly innocent laugh, Charles gets into this carriage to return to his master's castle.

- - -

Napoleon sets up a command center in the dining room. Theo makes calls to all of his connections. Isaac bites his lip with nerdy concern.

"My sources say that a rogue raccoon was spotted here, here, and..." Theo sets down the last pancake. "Here."

"Theo, I can't see anything on the map. Please move your pancakes."

"You've got glasses, Arthur. Use them."

"Oh right. I keep forgetting my glasses have the unique ability to see through breakfast foods. Why didn't I think of that? Silly me. Such a novel invention is wasted on one of mininiscule intelligence such as I." Arthur puts on his glasses. "By Jove, it's as if I can see not simply through pancakes, but through the whole of the universe. Everything is at my fingertips now. Reality is mine to command. What will become of me now that I have unlocked such horrifying potential? How will the annals of space and time shift under the sway of my weighty influence?"

"...."

Arthur takes his glasses off. "I'm serious, I think I just became a god. Look." He points at Comte's baguette and an invisible force of energy ripples out from the tip of his finger, making the baguette scream as it jumps out of Comte's embrace, grabs Dazai's hand and pulls him out of the room.

Napoleon and Theo stare at each other. "....What the.... fuck... just happened?"

Arthur looks down at his quivering hands. "I am a monster."

- - -

Sebastian tackles Jean into the water. "BATH TIME MONSIEUR D'ARC."

"Sebas!? What are you doing?!"

"You are under bath-arrest for attempting to teach a raccoon how to drive."

Jean freezes. "Wait, that thing was a raccoon?"

"INDEED IT WAS." Sebastian releases several rubber ducks into the water. "Strawberry or coconut-lime body wash?"

"Maroron."

"That is not a flavor."

"No, there's a maroron standing behind you."

"Standing? How can a maroron possibly be standing-"

- - -

Leonardo awakens from his nap to the sound of a sentient baguette pulling Dazai into the library.

"Good morning." Dazai waves with his free hand. "Have you met my new wife? What's that, darling? You don't want me flaunting our relationship in public? It makes you shy? I have crumbs on my face from kissing you?"

Leonardo turns around and goes back to sleep.

- - -

"Why did you point at the macoron?!" You stare at Arthur in disbelief.

Arthur shrugs. "I wanted to double-check my powers! Like Vlad!"

Comte picks himself up from being slapped by a sentient maroron. "Are ya winnin' son?"

- - -

Vlad climbs in through your window just as the sun begins to set. Faust climbs in after him.

"I told you once, Faust. I can't give you any blood samples today because I didn't eat any strawberries today." Vlad throws himself on your bed and pulls out a paperback driving manual. "Interesting... it says that driving with a rapier can help with drag forces..."

Faust stands beside the bed and prepares his syringe anyway. "Science can't wait for you to consume strawberries."

"And neither can I."

"Right, neither can this fully-sentient maca... Oh shi-- NO NONONONO--"

- - -

Mozart shuts his piano down with the tell-tale Windows Sound. "Good work today, Wolf. You still got it. Masterpieces out the ass like a fart at Thanksgiving." He chuckles at his own lewd joke, for his enjoyment only.

Then exits into the hallway where his chuckle dies in his throat.

The tiny maroron rolls to a stop in front of his boot.

Mozart screams.

- - -

Brush returns home after his first day as a pizza delivery pet to the mansion completely abandoned, save for a single ominous note scrawled on a crepe: "God Have Mercy on Our"

"Oh, mad libs is fun," says Brush, as he completes the sentence with the word 'Testicles.'

#ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp theo #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp comte #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp charles #ikevamp faust #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire fanfic

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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Bunny!Arthur! I’m obsessed

I don’t know why but I feel like Arthur’s is about the same amount of clingy as Charles. Like I feel you trace your finger along the base of his ears and he’s a mess in your lap kinda thing. I also think his ears hurt after a race a similar way charles’ do. And you know damn well he’s a stubborn shit and won’t tell you his ears are sore until something happens (maybe you brush you hand in just the wrong spot after the race) once you coax it out of him with pets you have to go to charles and ask him how he wraps his ears, what soothes them the most afterwards and before Arthur’s next race you offer to wrap his ears for him and afterwards you hold him while trying to soothe them and he just turns into a horny mess. Because you care so much and love him in a way his previous partners never have and just real fluffy sex just happens afterwards because he’s just so in love you type of thing.

thank you dear

YES MORE BUNNY!ARTHUR!! I LOVE BUNNY!ARTHUR!!!

Firstly, I definitely agree that bunny!arthur is as clingy as bunny!charles. But I also think he never really managed to figure the whole bunny thing out?

Charles is the PERFECT bunny. He’s so sweet and kind and gives the best cuddles and has the fluffiest ears and cutest little tail and everyone loves him and wants to cuddle with him. Arthur, on the other hand, has curly hair on his ears, they aren’t long and floppy like Charles, they often stand up straight if he doesn’t flatten them. No one ever wants to pet him like they do charles, and no one besides Charles offers to cuddle with him.

So when he finds you, and you ask if you can pet his ears and let him cuddle you and hug him tight? He’s so happy!! He loves you so much!! He’s so ready to be your sweet bunny, that’s all he’s ever wanted!!

His life gets a lot better after he meets you. So much better.

But he still struggles with some aspects of being a bunny, especially his ears during races. Secretly, he’s always wanted to ask you to massage his ears and give his head some scratches after races. He knows it would take the ache out of his ears so perfectly, would make him feel so good.

But he doesn’t want to be too needy. He’s been racing for his entire life, surely by now he should have a solid method in place for making his ears feel better.

Yet he doesn’t. He’s just accepted that his ears will always hurt after races.

It gets worse when he starts F2, when he has a sprint race and a feature race to drive. His poor ears ache so much!!

You notice it after the second race of the season. You go to give him a big hug after his amazing performance, which of course he accepts. You wrap your arms around him tight, holding the back of his head with your hand. But instead of him melting into your arms like he usually does, he flinches and steps back, holding onto his ear.

You feel so guilty. You can’t believe you hurt him!! You’re quick to apologise, realising that his ears must have been hurting after the race.

You ask what you can do, and instead of asking for what he wants, he just shrugs and says he doesn’t know what to do about it. So you ask what Charles does, and Arthur just sniffles and says he doesn’t know. Maybe he even calls himself a bad bunny?

You shush him, kissing his nose and promising to find out what Charles does.

When you ask Charles, he nearly has a heart attack because he loves his brother so much and the thought of his brother not knowing how to make his ears feel better just breaks him. He immediately wants to rush over to Arthur and explain exactly what he needs to do, but you manage to convince him not to because you think that will upset arthur even more. So instead charles tells you how to wrap Arthur’s ears before putting the helmet on and how to massage them after races.

Arthur nearly starts crying when you come back with all that information, telling him exactly what to do and how and offering to help. He’s so grateful for you, and he can’t believe you’re willing to help him.

So the next week, you massage his ears just like Charles explained, then wrap his ears with a soft headband and some bandages before helping him put his balaclava on. His ears still hurt after the race, but it’s SO much better. And then you offer to massage his ears and it’s even better!!

He’s so happy, practically melting into your lap as you massage his ears and give him plenty of scratches.

Of course he’s gonna get horny! He feels so good and you’re so nice and the stressful race weekend is finally over. He feels so nice and safe, getting hard in your arms cause you’re taking such good care of him. Bunnies have insane sex drives, so of course he’s going to get horny.

Maybe you don’t even move? Just take one of your hands and move it down his chest and to his groin, rubbing him through his boxers. He grinds up against your hand, cumming so quickly from all the attention he’s getting.

He’s so sweet after! Just smiling lazily at you and thanking you, maybe even asking if he can cum again cause bunnies rarely ever have a refractory period.

Just… happy bunny Arthur.

#hybrid!au #bunny!arthur #al #nsfw.#gn!reader #sub!arthur

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ddwcaph-game · 7 months

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This is the stats screen for Kathryn “Katie” Emmerson, my MC for the story. She is the oldest twin, but she is more soft-spoken. Her younger twin brother Landon was always one to wear his emotions directly on his sleeve and take charge of the situation, while she is one to observe before acting. She is a lefty and loves to write, and tends to get lost in her thoughts and daydream often. She is a bookworm and introverted, while her brother is more athletic and social. *Very* much opposites. Katie struggles with her self-image a lot, doubts herself and her abilities. She is one of the top students in the class, but she believe it to be because she works hard, not because of any real talent or intelligence.

While Landon is irresponsible and carefree, she studies and keeps herself on the straight and narrow. After all, *someone* had to fill in the shoes Maggie left unfilled, and their father Arthur… well, who knows where he is? So she kind of had to grow up a bit faster as a result.

I have the headcanon that Katie’s *not* close to her mother Maggie while her twin is, hence him throwing away the locket picture. It hurt Landon more, hence not wanting to keep it. She has lost hope of her mother returning, but she tries to give her brother hope by trying to be more optimistic in front of him about it. Now if Landon can sense that… no idea :O

Rosie, her best friend, does make life a bit more gentle, though– when Katie has a bad day, she knows just who to go to for a hug. Always more willing to listen than to speak, the two tend to balance each other well, with Katie being the more quiet one and Rosie being more outgoing.

In terms of confrontation, Katie acts with words/smarts. So when confronted with B, she cut straight to the point on the matter. She loves learning new things, but in a more innocent way than Lily, I suppose– not as intense of an investigator, but curious of the world just to learn everything about it. (If this is too much, let me know! I got a bit inspired xD)

Hello, thank you for consulting Roselyna’s Matchmaking Service! Rosie had to finish her homework first, so sorry for the late response!

And nope, I don’t think it’s too much. But anyway, here are our Top 3 picks!

1. Well, I can’t *not* choose Roselyna as the top candidate now, can I? 😛 It’s true that Rosie’s more outgoing, but she’s also a great listener for when Katie has to vent, and they’d be able to relate/help with each other’s insecurities. Rosie also admires the much smarter students since she wants to be a teacher, so with Katie believing it’s a result of her hardwork, I think they’d be a good influence for each other. Bonus points too for also being a Daddy’s girl, hehe.

2. Wayne’s probably the second best candidate. Not just by virtue of being Rosie’s bestfriend, but also because Wayne also had a lot of experience with Rosie, back when she was much more reserved. She might not be fond of his troublemaker nature, but she’d probably appreciate his natural curiosity. And he’d know just the thing to cheer Katie up (and uplift her insecurities) with his playful teasing. Would she follow Wayne when he runs away in the Chapter 6 preview? Because I can see that being the scene where they can truly open up to each other.

3. We didn’t have a clear choice for number three, but we’ll go with JM. Being one of the top students means she’ll naturally be interacting with JM quite a bit, so I can see that being the starting spark of their relationship, especially with JM always looking out for her. JM would never make the first move (especially with school being his top priority), but he’d always be there if she needs someone to talk to, and I can see them having a late night conversation where everything just clicks with neither of them realizing it.

#dear diary replies #submission #rosie's matchmaking service #crush options

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vickyvicarious · 2 years

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hmmm talk about mina murray harker?

MINA HARKER NEE MURRAY where even to begin

There's too much to say, so let me pick just one thing for now:

Mina takes care of others. She's willing to sacrifice herself to do so, and it can honestly be an issue. But again and again, Mina gives and gives and gives. She is emotionally intelligent as well as just generally intelligent, and good at building and maintaining connections. I really love all the examples of everyone in the book being so supportive and loving, but Mina is the only character who has strong individual bonding moments with every single other protagonist. I can even think of a specific impactful moment in which she cares for each of them:

Lucy: dipping her feet in mud and giving Lucy her shoes

Jonathan: many, but especially sitting with him on the park bench after he sees Dracula

Seward: the gentle way she offers to type up his diary so no one else listens to it

Arthur: hugging him and letting him cry on her

Quincey: not letting him brush off his own pain and making him choke up in gratitude

Van Helsing: driving so that he can get some sleep

Even more so than for some of the others, I can vividly picture each of these moments. Mina likes to help people and take care of them - several of the above examples are even very deliberate efforts to go out of her way to offer comfort. She will put herself last and take care of everyone else's emotional needs first. But the thing is, she's not just this one-sided mothering figure. She is so so eager to be Jonathan's wife and to help him in his career. She breaks down sometimes, she gets upset, she speaks her mind and makes things happen. And she gets the support she deserves as well, she is beloved by everyone around her and they all try to support her in turn whenever they can. (My favorite examples are Quincey getting her the typewriter and everything Jonathan does.) She is the heart of the novel right from the start, when Jonathan's love for her gets him through the terrors of Castle Dracula, all the way up till the end, when everyone's motivation to save her drives them onward to kill Dracula. Yes, Lucy's tragedy takes precedent for a large portion of the book and Mina isn't even there, but she is a throughline. Even in the worst times with Lucy, Mina's letters keep us connected. Mina plays this role logistically as well by collating all the information amongst the group. And the only way this can work so well is because she loves so much, she reaches out to people constantly. Her words on love are some of my favorite quotes from the entire book.

I just... I love Mina so much.

#dracula daily #mina murray #inbox games #honestly though? very lucky she never went full vampire #what with her emotional intelligence/ability to manipulate people #and strategic intelligence #and eagerness to learn and improve and try new things #and ride-or-die to end them all jonathan supporting her #she would have been way tougher to oppose than dracula if she were evil

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verai-marcel · 2 years

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Not What He Seems (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x F!Reader, Modern AU, 18+, Chapter 2 of 2)

Part 1 is here, with all the tags and notes.

@red-dead-reader Here's part 2, sorry it took so long!

AO3 Link is here, sweetheart.

Word Count: 4875

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Chapter 2 - High Honor

“C’mon Arthur, just give me your phone.”

Tilly leveled her world-class sass straight at Arthur, and he knew he wouldn’t win this fight. If he didn’t give in today, Tilly would bring in the other ladies, and soon all of them would be nagging him.

Sullen and silent, Arthur pulled out his phone and dropped it into Tilly’s outstretched hand.

“You’ve made a good decision today,” she said with a knowing smile as she installed the dating app and started working on his profile.

He leaned back in his seat at the diner, the vinyl faded on his side of the booth. The sun had clearly done a number on the color of the material long before the owner had decided to install a sunscreen.

“It’s nice out today, why don’t we take your profile picture with you leaning against your pick up?”

Arthur sighed. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do.”

They paid their bill and went outside. Tilly positioned Arthur in just the right pose, at just the right angle before standing back.

“Remember the time John found that family of possums in the back of his truck?” Tilly idly asked while she was framing the shot.

Arthur cracked a smile. “Yeah, I remember. He came rushin’ back into the office lookin’ for a broom!”

Tilly quickly took a few shots before rapidly fiddling with his phone.

Arthur watched her thumbs and fingers flying across his screen as he walked over to take a look. He was a little surprised by the image she had finally chosen and was now editing with lighting speed. She uploaded the image and showed him how to use the app.

“You just swipe left if you’re not interested, and swipe right if you are,” Tilly instructed. “If they swipe right on you too, then the app will put you two in contact.” She handed him the phone and grinned. “Good luck! I’m sure you’ll find a lucky lady who will appreciate you the way you deserve.”

Arthur shrugged. “I guess.” When Tilly began to glare at him, he held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll try to be positive.” He took a breath, willing some positivity into himself before looking back up at his friend. “Thank you Tilly,” he said sincerely.

She patted his arm before squeezing it amicably. “Anytime, Arthur. We just want to see you happy, and that starts by moving forward.”

He smiled. He knew the ladies at the company he worked for truly cared for him, so he would try his best not to let their efforts go to waste.

She gave him an encouraging hug before leaving for her own car. Arthur watched Tilly drive away, giving her one last wave as she pulled out of the diner parking lot.

Looking back down at his phone, he let out a heavy sigh before finally getting into his truck and driving home.

Ain’t no one gonna swipe right on me.

***

You had been striking out lately, going on quick dates nearly twice a week, trying to find the right spark. So far, all of the guys you met had either been complete lies or too damn sweet for you. You needed a bit of an edge, a bit of roughness. At least in bed.

Glancing at the office calendar, you saw that most of your colleagues would be in meetings for the next hour, so you sat back, pulled out your phone, and did a little more swiping in the hopes of finding some fun for tonight. It was your Friday, even though it wasn’t actually Friday, and you just wanted to get railed. Or at least go out for a good meal.

After fifteen minutes of mostly swiping left, you were about to give up. But one last profile popped up and you paused. You saw the white T-shirt that seemed one size too small and the hands tucked into his jeans, the profile pic cropped right below what seemed to be a sizable package. But what really drew you was his face. He had a natural smile, as if he was sharing a funny story with someone close. The mirth actually reached his eyes, a strange greenish-blue that really stood out against the dark blue truck he was leaning against. He was clean shaven, with medium length hair that fluttered around the shell of his ears, and though his expression seemed friendly, you had a gut feeling that he could be more than that. The scar on his chin and his nose that appeared like it had healed crookedly made you think he’d seen his share of fights.

Doing a quick estimate of his size based on the truck window, you felt a slight shiver of pleasure go down your spine. He could probably pick you up, no problem. The sleeves of his shirt stretched around his biceps oh so temptingly.

He looked like one of your wet dreams walked out and made a profile. In other words, too good to be true. You scrolled down to read his description.

Wanting to meet someone new, hoping to start something wonderful. Or at least have a good time.

Short, honest, and to the point. You liked it.

You swiped right.

***

hi Arthur!<

>hey there

i really liked your profile. i happen to be free tonight, if you are?<

>i am. where do you want to go?

Mel’s over in downtown? 6pm?<

>works for me. see you then.

***

You showed up a little late, having taken just a little long to pick out an outfit. You had opted for something cute but still easy to remove. A deep red, sleeveless snap button blouse and a medium length grey linen skirt with a side slit hid your cute pink lace bra and matching panties. Plain beige flats completed your outfit; you hated heels and refused to wear them out, even if they made your legs look killer.

Even under normal circumstances when you would power walk to your destination and ignore everything in your peripheral vision, you would not have been able to ignore this man. Arthur leaned casually against the wall, looking around him as if he was surveying his kingdom. His dark colored polo shirt stretched across his muscular chest, and all of the buttons were loosened, revealing a bit of chest hair. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jeans, and you couldn’t stop yourself from sneaking a glance between his legs.

Oh yes, you saw what you wanted and hummed approvingly. Looking back up at his face, he had a neutral expression, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. In the dim evening light, he looked almost dangerous with his five o’clock shadow and large body, but you had the feeling that he wasn’t a threat unless someone pushed their luck. You also had a hunch that if someone started a fight with him, he would most certainly end it. His confident posture was woven together with a down to earth vibe, and it made for a heady mixture.

When he turned his eyes on you, your heart nearly stopped. His gaze was intense, like he was looking into your soul. Pushing off the wall, he took a couple steps towards you.

“Hey there,” he said, a smile transforming his face into something much more dangerous: a devilishly handsome man, with a boyish, sincere charm. The sheer novelty of that dichotomy pulled at your heart even harder. Your brain was shooting off sirens, robotic screams of oh no he’s cute sounding off in your head, and all you could do in your lust-induced inebriated state was smile back.

He took a couple more steps around you, but stopped short of crowding you. Using his body to shield you from the clusters of the other waiting customers, he held out his hand. “Let’s go inside,” he said, not demanding, but not exactly giving you an option, either.

Following his soft command, you took his hand. Arthur held your hand softly, daintily, as if you would break with even the slightest mishandling of your person. Leading you inside, he was the perfect gentleman, almost anachronistic in his actions as he opened the door for you and led you by your elbow instead of the small of your back. He even pulled out the chair for you.

“Definitely getting points for being a gentleman,” you commented.

He grinned. “There’s a scorecard for this date?”

“There is, and you’re currently doing very well.”

“That’s good to hear.” He placed his forearm on the table and leaned in conspiratorially. Picking up on his cue, you leaned in closer as well. A sly smile appeared on his face. “So what happens if I get a perfect score?” he asked, his voice lowered to a rumble.

Feeling bold and horny, you coyly said, “You get a prize.”

“My choice?”

“Your choice.”

Arthur’s eyes flashed with intense desire. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said, his words sounding like a dark promise. Then he pulled away, his expression lightening back to innocent charm. You wondered for a moment if you had just imagined it all.

As the night progressed, you realized that you would probably have to hold up your end of the bargain, because you could find nothing wrong with the date. He was kind, charming, humble to the point of being self-deprecating, and most importantly to you, he was funny. His wry commentary was just the perfect thing to make your day, especially as you told him stories from work. He naturally took your side, and made you feel supported and seen.

As dinner wound down, you were starting to feel a little tired, much to your chagrin. You ordered a small cappuccino as dessert and sipped it while you listened to him tell you about how his profile pic came to be.

“Tilly wouldn’t let up. Fer weeks she was on me about tryin’ the app.” He reached out and touched your hand. “Glad I finally did, though.”

His smile softened your heart and you couldn’t stop the goofy grin forming on your face. “Alright, you win,” you said. “Perfect score.”

“Oh? I weren’t even tryin’,” he said sheepishly.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. I just wanted to have a good time with ya.”

You bit your bottom lip, thinking about your next move. He was truly a nice guy. He was hot. But would he give you what you needed in bed? He had been awfully gentle with you, not doing anything too forward at this stage. Hell, he hadn’t touched anything other than your arms, and not even past your elbow. A true gentleman, in the 1800s definition. You wondered if he’d be tame in bed as well.

But then you recalled the way he had replied about getting a prize and the way his gaze had suddenly felt like a sultry pressure on your soul. Maybe there was something more feral within him, a beast to unleash. You already planned to invite him home, but now you hoped that he’d give you what you wanted, no, needed.

Arthur’s gaze stayed on your lips for a moment before coming back up to observe your unsure expression. “Do I still get a prize? Or are ya too tired?”

You lifted your mug. “I got a cappuccino for a reason,” you said, winking at him. “But to claim your prize, you have to follow me home.”

Arthur clutched his non-existent pearls. “Oh my, followin’ a stranger home, what will people think of me.”

You broke out in a very loud guffaw, not at all lady-like. “Oh yes, your dainty reputation,” you said between gasps of laughter.

He laughed with you as he got up and escorted you to the register, paid for dinner without letting you even attempt to pay for your own meal, and followed you home.

***

It was almost like having to invite a very polite, very old school vampire into your home. He insisted that you tell someone you knew that you had someone over.

“Alright, alright,” you said as you texted your friend. When she texted back with a “pics or it didn’t happen”, you just sent her a snarky emoji and put your phone on silent.

You looked up to see Arthur looking around your shit hole of an apartment.

“Nice li’l place.”

You looked at him as if he were blind. “Thanks, I guess?”

He chuckled. “Darlin’, believe me, I truly think it’s nice.”

You smiled and led him to the couch and nearly pushed him down before straddling his legs. He seemed pleasantly surprised, as if he didn’t know where this night was going.

Did he know where this night was going? Did he think you were just going to make out with him and let him go?

Oh no. Not this hunk of man meat. No, you weren’t letting him go until you felt his cock deep inside of you.

Carding his hair with both hands, you leaned in and kissed his waiting lips, pressing your whole body against him. He let out a soft moan and wrapped his arms around you, his hands gliding along your body until he was gripping your hip and your neck. Holding you firmly in place, he began to take the lead, kissing you until you broke for air. He buried his fingers into your hair and pulled your head back gently to reveal the column of your neck. Immediately peppering your skin with hungry kisses, he let out a low rumble, almost like a purr.

You had successfully baited the beast. Now all you needed to do was convince him to go all the way. Widening your legs a little more, you gyrated your hips and grinded against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans grow harder.

Arthur suddenly pulled back, using his grip to angle your head so he could look directly at you. “Darlin’, you keep doin’ that, and I may lose control.”

“What if I want you to,” you teased.

He leaned forward and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel his lips moving against your skin as he spoke. “I can be a li’l rough in bed.” He hugged you a little tighter. “I don’t want to scare you off.”

That was it? You were made of tougher stuff, and besides, this was exactly what you wanted. You tried, again and again, to tell him so, using everything you had to convince him, to break his resolve. After grinding on him and giving him heated kisses wherever you could along his neck and face, he finally relented.

“You sure?” he asked, staring at you intently.

“I’m sure,” you nearly whined, humping his lap like a wanton junkie looking for a fix. “You can manhandle me, spank me, hold me by the neck, just fuck me.”

Arthur’s eyes suddenly grew a shade darker as he stared at you, his lip curling, his nostrils flaring. A deep rumble emanated from his throat and for a moment you believed you had summoned a devil.

His light grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer. One hand slowly traveled up your body, over your belly, pausing at one of your breasts to give it a light squeeze before caressing your chest and then wrapping slowly around your neck. His grip was solid, but gentle. He didn’t squeeze, only held you in place.

“Take off yer shirt,” he ordered in a deep voice.

With his hand around your neck, you unbuttoned your blouse and flung it aside, pushing out your breasts, covered in your pink lace bra. He let go of your neck and hip to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples under the fabric. You leaned into his touch, moaning and writhing on his lap.

“Needy girl,” he murmured before pulling down the cups of your bra to reveal your bare skin. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking with a ravenous passion. One of his hands snaked down between you two, lifting up your skirt so he could graze his fingers along your slit. You whimpered, wanting to feel his finger against you directly without the damn fabric in the way. But when you moved one hand down, intending on moving your panties aside, he grabbed your wrist.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he growled.

You swallowed as you nodded, letting him put your hand back up on his shoulder. Then he pressed two fingers against your clit and you gasped at the zing of pleasure that zipped through your body. He rubbed you slowly, teasing you until you whimpered again, begging him with a look. His smile was wicked as he leaned forward and nipped your lower lip.

“Alright, I’ll give you what you need,” he rumbled. Slipping past the fabric, he began to stroke you directly.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, your hips moving against his fingers.

Arthur kissed you again, invading your mouth with his tongue, laying claim with a guttural moan. He removed his hand from your core and gripped your hips. With hardly any effort, he lifted you off his lap and stood you up before him.

“Strip.” A terse command, growled low.

You immediately obeyed, reaching behind yourself to unhook your bra. You started to turn around to tease him, but his legs trapped yours, preventing you from moving.

“Stay right there,” he rumbled, his hands on his belt. You completely forgot to continue stripping as you watched him unbuckle his belt. He slowly slid it out, lifting his hips casually as he pulled it away and tossed it aside. With his gaze completely locked onto yours, he unbuttoned his fly and unzipped oh so slowly, smirking at your unabashed attention. When he pulled out his cock, you nearly drooled.

“Want this, sweetheart?” He took himself in his hand and slowly stroked, up and down, the motion strangely hypnotic.

You nodded vigorously. Oh god, did you want it so badly.

He nodded towards your skirt. “Keep goin’ then.”

You fumbled with your skirt buttons, now so desperate to get your clothes off. You flung it aside and moved to drop your panties, but Arthur suddenly sat up and held your hands at your waist.

“Lemme look at ya first,” he said, widening his legs and turning you around. His hands glided from your waist to your rear, giving them a playful squeeze before he spanked you.

“Oh!”

“You like that?”

”Yes, sir.”

He hummed approvingly. “Well, ain’tchu a good girl.” His fingers hooked onto the waistline of your panties and slid them down, casually taking his time to kiss a line along the curve of your backside as he went. When they were low enough for you to step out of them, he turned you around again and looked you up and down. After he looked his fill, he sat back and began to lazily stroke his cock again. He lifted his other hand and crooked his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion.

You fell to your knees, ready and willing to please him. When he smiled at you, you felt far more elation than what would be sane, but you didn’t care. He reached down and tipped up your chin, his thumb grazing along your lower lip.

“Been dreamin’ about yer pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he whispered. “Ever since I saw yer profile.”

You felt incredibly happy hearing this from him. Leaning forward, you kissed the head of his shaft before taking it into your mouth, lifting your gaze to him as you did. His mouth was slightly open as he let out a shaky breath.

Then you started sucking on him.

Arthur’s moans were like ambrosia to your ears. You just wanted to hear more and more of his pleasure, to know that he was enjoying what you were giving him. His hands tangled in your hair, holding it out of the way as you took in more and more of him with each bob of your head.

“I ain’t gonna last much longer,” he gritted out, his hips jerking slightly at your last attempt at a deep throat.

You gave one last long suck, finally letting him go with a soft pop from your lips. “Wouldn’t want the night to end so quickly, right?” you teased.

Arthur’s grin was dangerous. “Bedroom.”

You stood up to guide him to your bed, but he picked you up instead, lifting you over his shoulder like a caveman. There were only two other doors, and they were both open, so it didn’t take long for him to figure out where your bed was. He dropped you gently onto your mattress, giving you a fierce kiss before backing away to stand at the foot of your bed.

You watched as he dropped his pants, then his boxers, and then he pulled off his shirt. He had the muscles of a man who worked hard; his biceps were thick, his pectorals were nicely filled out, and though he didn’t have washboard abs, you could tell he had beastly strength. He had picked you up with ease; there was no way the man had a single weak muscle on his body.

Arthur crawled onto the bed, prowling towards you. Once he straddled your legs, he flipped you over and grabbed your arms. Maneuvering them to either side of you, elbows bent and your hands next to your face, he held you down by your wrists. He lowered himself down to nibble on the shell of your ear.

“You keep yer arms right there, alright?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

He let go of your wrists, but his hands stayed on you as he caressed up your arms, over the blades of your shoulders, down your back, and finally to the curve of your rear. With his big hands, he spread your slit open with his thumbs.

“So wet,” he said, running one of his thumbs along your folds. “You on the pill?”

“Yes,” you immediately answered. Of course you were; normally at this point you’d tell a man to put a condom on, but before you could even think to ask, he laid his cock along the curve of your ass. You felt how hot his flesh is, how big he is, how thick. You felt him lean down, his chest pressing against your back, his breath on your ear.

“Can I take you… just like this?”

When you hesitated, he added, “I’m clean. Been a long while since I’ve been with anyone, and I got myself checked after the last time.”

Meanwhile, his cock was pulsing against your skin. Your lust won; you wanted to feel that hard shaft railing you with nothing in between.

“Yes, please fuck me now!”

“Oh yes, princess,” Arthur murmured softly before pulling back, no longer pressing you against the mattress. He shifted his hips and angled himself before he pushed inside. He was slow at first, his breaths harsh as he controlled himself from just falling completely into you.

You squirmed underneath him, lifting your hips in a silent plea for him to take you faster. He was being too damn gentle.

“Give it to me,” you whined.

Arthur leaned forward and wrapped a hand around your mouth. “Lemme enjoy this,” he growled as he continued his slow descent. “You want my cock that badly?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

“You want to be my li’l slut?”

You moaned hard. Yes, this is what you wanted. You lifted your hips, pushing back towards him. He slipped one hand underneath you to rub your clit, and you moaned louder.

“So fuckin’ wet… You really want it, don’tchu?”

“Mmm-hmmm!”

His control snapped completely from your insistent and muffled assent. He leaned back, grabbed your hips, and plunged himself inside of you with reckless abandon, fucking you into your bed until it creaked constantly in protest.

“You like it rough, princess? You like being used by me?”

“Yes, yes!” you cried. You reached back, wanting to touch him, to hold onto him.

Instead, he grabbed your arms and, using them like reins, pulled you back, arching your body. Taking your forearms behind your back, he gripped your wrists in one hand and reached out with the other to hold onto your neck.

“That’s it, moan fer me, darlin’.”

You let out one lewd moan after another, not caring that your neighbor was probably getting an earful tonight.

“Good girl, my sweet li’l slut,” he purred. “Takin’ me so good.” He let go of your arms and neck to grip your hips. “Come fer me, I wanna feel it.”

You immediately reached down to stroke yourself, and it wasn’t even two seconds before you let out a ragged cry, your climax crashing over you so quickly that you forgot how to breathe. His dirty talk and the possessive way he was handling you was so hot, so naughty, so perfect.

Arthur thrust in and stayed still, letting you ride out your climax on his shaft, spasming around him. He held you close while you writhed below him until you nearly collapsed.

So, feeling as boneless as you did, he picked you up, his cock still inside of you, and took you over to the window. The curtains were closed, but they were thin, threadbare things, so when he pushed you up against the window, you could feel the cold glass beneath the fabric.

“A-Arthur?” you asked, dazed.

Without a word, he pumped his hips again, fucking you against the hard surface. With every movement, the curtains shifted, the slit between them shifting. At the right moment, someone could see in and see you getting railed from behind.

Your pussy clenched at the thought.

“That’s right, take my cock, show everyone that you’re mine, mine to use, mine to fuck.”

“Oh, oh, oh my god,” you gasped, your body heating up, the coil of desire tightening up so dizzyingly quick. You had no idea you had a slight exhibition fetish, but here you were, getting fucked against a window.

Arthur reached around you to stroke your clit, and suddenly you were gone. Ecstasy flooded your senses and blocked out everything except for the sensation of Arthur possessing you, his thrusts strong and deep. His hands were warm where he held you, his finger deftly wringing out the most pleasure from your body that you had ever felt in your life.

As your climax ebbed and you began to slump over, Arthur gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek. He pulled gently out of you and guided you backwards, away from the cold window. Laying you back down on the bed, the soft mattress creaked as he got on top of you, caging you with his arms. His hands held your head, his thumbs softly caressing your cheeks.

“That’s my girl. So good, comin’ fer me twice.”

Then his kind demeanor melted away and the beast returned. He sat up and spread your legs before entering you. You squirmed, your body oversensitive from your two consecutive climaxes, but Arthur held you down. His thrusts grew more intense, his hips moving faster.

“Yer so damn sexy, I wanna see you covered in my cum, darlin’, all yer holes filled with me.”

“Yes, yes!” you moaned, suddenly wanting that too. A desire, so dirty, so salacious, that you had never voiced or even formed into coherent thought, and now you knew exactly what you wanted.

Mark me as yours.

It was primal, raw, and you needed it so badly that you nearly cried from want.

“Arthur, please, cum all over me!”

“Fuck, darlin’!” He pulled out of you and gripped his cock, pumping twice before shooting his load all over your stomach and breasts. After a moment of catching his breath, he clambered up to straddle your torso, his cock near your face, his seed dripping from the tip.

“Taste it,” he commanded. Without hesitation you took him into your mouth and cleaned him up, lapping at his shaft until he pulled away with a moan.

“Good girl,” he said, running his clean hand through your hair.

After tumbling over next to you, the two of you fell into a deep sleep, overwhelmed by how incredible this night had been.

***

You woke up, for the second time, in the late morning, sticky and sore. The first time you had woken up, it was dawn and Arthur had been rubbing his cock between your thighs while half-asleep. Once you had let him know you were awake, he rolled you on top of him and fucked you until he spilled inside of your pussy.

You didn’t regret a damn thing.

You felt Arthur caressing the curve of your rear and turned your head to look at him. He was lying on his side, his gaze on your ass.

“Next time, darlin’,” he promised as he patted your rear. “Yer comin’ to my place and I’ll fuck this hole too.” Without waiting for you to respond, he gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. “You’ll like it, I guarantee, princess.”

You just nodded. Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know you’ll do whatever he wants.

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End Notes: Holy shit, it’s been a while, eh? Hopefully y’all enjoy this, it’s a bit of a bait and switch, but let’s be real; any Arthur is a good Arthur in my book.

#rdr2 fanfic #arthur x fem!reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 #fanfic #writing #nsft #modern au #tumblr request #lemon fanfic

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The Wallachian Rose| Alucard x Reader| Chapter 4

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“All flesh is like grass and the glory of man is like a flower of the field, the grass withers and the flower falls. But the word of the Lord will remain forever, there are no nightmares from which you cannot wake up, nothing remains of your castle or your feudal estate; all your subjects have died. Even the site of your Eucharistic host has disappeared, it will no longer be yours. Count… you have nothing left. You!, miserable Lifeless King!, you no longer have anything, nothing!

"Arthur, she will never be yours… ever." It was inevitable, with your arrival many emotions inside Alucard were shaken.

"A dream, a nightmare... how stupid" the vampire exclaimed as bloody tears slipped down his face.

For 30 years Alucard had learned to live with the personal hell that was inside his mind, and he had gotten used to that underground cellar that he always had around him when he opened his eyes. And Alucard couldn't care less.

The cold... or the loneliness.

Before other people he was just a monster. And he acted as such, because the only person who thought otherwise was not him.

Darkness and loneliness became the confidants of his pain.

He wanted you, he longed for you.

Among the few dreams of him you were, reaching out your fine hand to caress his face, offering comfort with your arms. Rocking him like he was a child

Giving him love and affection.

Something that Alucard believed he didn't deserve.

All a fantasy.

Take reality, since you were here, next to him, you were real.

And when you went down those stairs, Alucard felt that that cold and dark basement was filled with color and heat.

“Did you have another Mon Amour nightmare?” and listened to your sweet voice, which certified that it was not a dream.

"I would call them memories" he answered, pretending as always that nothing was happening.

“memories that make you cry… and suffer, your wife is here with you. Don't pretend anymore... I'm here" you expressed approaching him to kiss him and hug him like no one had ever done before.

You were his goddess, and he would praise and adore you.

Regarding the others (specifically Integra, Walter, and Seras Victoria), they were surprised and curious in a certain way. They had two thousand-year-old vampires living with them, besides being together in that basement, you and Alucard enjoyed taking night walks around the mansion and wandering around scaring the employees.

And of course, making love without stopping and fucking like wild beasts until dawn.

You two were such a particular couple, you were not the type of lovers who would walk hand in hand through a park, go to a movie or have dinner in a romantic restaurant. But you loved each other, you represented the concept of falling in love between powerful and eternal beings, expressing unbridled passion and love that you had never felt so strong and real before.

But above all, you were the novelty of Hellsing, the members of the round table did not take long to bombard Integra with doubts, questions and demands.

“Draculina Roses is not a danger to us, she has been under our noses for 523 years and has not caused a stir. Why would she do it now? As long as Alucard is on our side, she will be too ”she reiterated, integrating her skeptical colleagues.

"And do you know the extent of her powers and abilities? Can we control them?" asks one of the older people at the table.

"Not yet, but Roses is more than willing to collaborate with us" Integra concluded by giving you the floor.

"I'm something you can call an energy or psychic vampire" you explained to those present "among other abilities of course, but in short, I have the same basic abilities and powers of a vampire. Although I must emphasize that I am an expert in getting into people's minds... and destroying them" you finish with a smile, I really wasn't going to show them all your arsenal

After spending the whole night devouring thick books of human literature, you decided to rest in your coffin, the time in England had really affected you, Alucard always wanted your attention 24 hours a day and you gladly gave it to him.

One dawn, your husband opened your coffin and said: “get ready, we will go to Brazil” while he receives your morning kisses.

"Mm, as soon as I get to England, now we're going to Brazil?"

After Integra hired the Mercenaries named "The Wild Geese" and after the unpleasant encounter with the Iscariot Maxwell (who not only called Integra "Protestant Pig" but also called you "Harlot of Hell" causing Alucard to go crazy)

If it hadn't been for the adorable intervention of Seras Victoria, a disaster would have happened, and what did you think of enjoying the museum?

When Alucard massacred the Brazilian SWAT and fought against Alhambra Tubalcain, you remembered the golden days when Alucard was the vigorous Count Vlad Dracula, tall, beefy and hungry for you.

You really were sick of getting turned on by such a massacre, and of course, Alucard didn't hesitate to tease you and Integra about it.

Highlighting the stimulated who were witnessing the battle.

When Alucard discovered Millenium's return and plans through Tubalcain's blood, they returned to England to make a report, and you took the time to have a little chat with Seras Victoria.

"You're not a scary cat, I see something special in you, I'm sure you'll be a good Draculina" you consoled her for the shock of seeing Alucard massacre humans, you understood her feelings, how she went from being a human to being a vampire . But she gave you the feeling that Captain Pip would make her happy and make her evolve.

When you came back, Integra told you that Queen Elizabeth herself wanted to meet you, so you, Alucard, Seras Victoria and Pip went back to England.

"I'm back, my teacher" Alucard said, opening the doors wide, finding the table where the Protestant knights and members of the Vatican alike were, and the queen being the leader of all.

"Welcome my servant, please take off your glasses, you are before the queen" Integra ordered to which Alucard complied.

You on the other hand adjusted your red coat to cover your plunging neckline (before Maxwell said something you knew he was going to say), Alucard and the queen treated each other like old friends, you looked expectantly. You could perfectly imagine Alucard meeting Queen Elizabeth in her younger years.

But what you didn't expect was for her to notice you.

"Please come closer" ordered the queen, you reacted modestly and obeyed, feeling Alucard's gaze with every step you took. "Are you the famous Rose of Wallachia?" she interrogates her while you curtsy.

"That's right, but that's just a title from the past" you answer wistfully

“What is your name now?”

"Roses, my queen, they know me as roses" you answer again, and then there was a long silence.

"Wow Alucard, you have a very beautiful couple" praised the queen with a smile.

"I know" he answers proudly and smiling "She is my queen"

"And you roses, you are quite a French lady"

"I've been told that very often" you say amused while you rejoined

"Very well Alucard, present your report"

After that order, Alucard recounted how 60 years ago, together with a young Walter, they destroyed a Nazi base in charge of carrying out experiments to create a legion of ghouls, but that they took refuge in South America, then that cat boy arrived with a message from the famous " Major" who I do not hesitate to name you.

"Here is our queen, I am waiting to appreciate your potential" he exposed while his eyes distilled a strange ecstasy when he spoke of the war, a war that apparently he wanted you to be a part of. Alucard was vigorously congratulating the major on his excellent declaration of war and after watching his Nazi ghouls massacre a man, leaving everyone stumped, Integra ordered Alucard and Seras victoria to shoot.

Seras smashed the small television with shots and Alucard blew the catboy's head off.

Who in the blink of an eye had disappeared without a trace

You were able to "scan" his mind, and that being was there but at the same time it was nowhere, and it had left you disturbed, Alucard who had access to your thoughts looked at you very interested.

"She can see me Major, feel me and know exactly where I am, it's really impressive" the cat boy explained when he returned to the base.

"I know, it won't be long before the Queen makes her big move on this chess board, I'm so excited" he replied, sitting on his chair. "But the most interesting thing is to know what Alucard will do about it"

Then there was only blood, death and war.

Alucard got "stuck" after murdering Rip Van Winkle.

The members of the round table were wiped out one by one.

Zorin attacked the Hellsing mansion, and unfortunately Captain Pip lost his life protecting the woman he loves like a man, and Seras Victoria woke up to be a true Draculin unleashing her monstrous powers and killing Zorin.

You protecting Integra.

The Nazis arriving in England and making a massacre.

Walter had disappeared.

And you were angrier than ever, the ghoul Nazis were destroyed by your abominable shock waves, which looked like a reddish nuclear explosion, not counting all the minds you had to torture and shatter. Frankly, you had Integra worried. And yet there was one last battle to be fought.

More Nazis covered the battlefield, and Maxwell had brought his own army with him, plus Anderson, Yumei, and Hankei who had also entered the fray.

And among all this chaos, everyone was asking one question: where was Alucard?

While the others waited for his wild card up his sleeve, you were worried about your husband, you feared for his well-being. Until in the distance you could appreciate a ship... A ghost ship, where Alucard was with a huge smile, and with a jump and unsheathing Casull and Jackal, he entered the battlefield, joining him that werewolf from Millennium and Anderson .

The three warriors looked at each other.

Your skin crawls, Alucard knows it, Integra knows it, The Major wishes it and you longed for it...

If Integra says Zero… Alucard would no longer be restricted.

The werewolf and Anderson started attacking Alucard. And the other soldiers were not far behind. But they only penetrated Alucard's shadow.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, and I eat my wings to tame myself"

And the river of blood and death was unleashed, Alucard's more than three thousand souls were expelled, along with Rip Van Winkle and Tubalcain, they destroyed everything in their path. After the Janissary army, Maxwell and Anderson were stunned, and finally understood why Alucard couldn't die.

And finally, and rising in glory, the flags of the Wallachian Army rose from among the blood emerging from hell itself.

“Your soldiers, your challengers, your people… What kind of monster are you!? The Devil… DRACULA!?”

You felt that your world broke, time stopped and everything started again. Everything from scratch.

Your dead heart began to beat and your emotions hit you like never before.

It felt like your world was rebuilt a second time.

In front of you, was him, your King, your beloved, your husband, your man, your lord. Vlad Dracula.

Finally he had shown himself and with a beautiful smug smile he ended up summoning the rest of his army.

That as always, they ended everything in their path without mercy.

And there were only bodies staked everywhere, and among them were Integra, Seras Victoria and the count who prostrated himself with respect before his teacher.

"Welcome back, Count" said Integra

"I have returned, Countess" answered this

"W-Welcome, Master" Seras spoke, who hid behind Integra in fear "W-Master... Did you have a mustache before?... a mustache?" funny question, Vlad stands up and Seras is startled by her huge height difference, but she only felt a heavy hand ruffling her hair.

"You will be... You will be Victoria" he said with a sweet smile after having impaled many people.

What memories... but someone was missing who was a spectator from afar.

The earl's evil eyes focused on a small space where a small and slender figure came out.

You approached between blood and bodies staked up to him... slowly like a wedding march,

unreal and idyllic

He was before you, once again, with his armor on like the first time they met, your eyes never left his,

"Vlad..." you whisper slowly bringing your hand closer to his manly face.

"My Lifeless Queen" he said, taking you closer to him and kissing you, kissing you without caring about the presence of the two females. And you reciprocated, with passion, love and desire.

"It's... you... really... it's you" you said between kisses.

Then you stroked his long mane and felt his features as if he were going to disappear.

They didn't say anything, but the looks from him were enough.

But unfortunately... it didn't last long, Anderson suddenly appeared attacking Vlad who, holding you by the waist, dodged the attack.

And a new and touching battle began.

It hurt you to see how Alucard remembered all the past and rape of him.

But it all ended with the moving death of a great human being named Anderson Alexander.

And Walter's betrayal

For everyone present the situation was a whirlwind of emotions.

But what you didn't expect was the departure of Alucard, who vanished into thin air after absorbing the catboy's blood.

You cursed yourself for not finishing him off when you could.

"Instead of yelling at me... my queen should give me one last kiss" and you did so, you kissed him while his eyes slowly closed without caring about Integra's orders.

And he vanished in your arms.

You fell to your knees on the floor screaming heartbroken and dejected

So much time apart and so little time together.

You stayed there, crying in silence.

While Integra and Seras finished off The Wolf Man and the Major. And as the last act of redemption, Walter finished off the doctor.

And 30 years passed...

30 years without Alucard.

You were so destroyed and hurt.

You thought about everything you had to tell him, the I love you's that you didn't tell him.

The eternal conversations at night.

And you believed that your destiny was to learn to live without Alucard, without your other half.

While on the other hand you and Seras became very close.

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oneirataxia-haechan · 2 months

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The Kingdom as things my babies do

For context I'm a daycare teacher for 0-2 year olds and got this idea at work one day. Let me know any other groups you want to see for this kind of thing!

The Kingdom hyung line x reader (established relationship)

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Dann

Pouting to get my attention

Even when this man is in a bad mood, if he wants your attention you will know. His cute pout will always be there to give him away. His pout comes out most when any of the other boys have your attention.

Jealous someone else has my attention

Dann can get jealous in many different ways. But, if you haven’t been giving him enough attention for too long expect silent treatment, pouty Dann. If you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine after being ignored, he’ll cave fairly easily and not let you out of his sight for a while.

Staring at me with love

Sometimes you and the boys will record videos of you doing silly stuff while Dann is busy or during rest times. There have been a few times when he has walked up behind you as you are doing a funny dance. All he can do is stare at you lovingly with a cute smirk on his face.

Lay head on thigh/shoulder

Free pillows in Dann's eyes. He loves it when you think the same about him.

Steal my stuff/want my food (phone, toy, etc)

I’m not sure I just really see Dann randomly wanting bites of your food or taking your things just to watch you look for them. So childish.

Running at me into a hug

Typically this only happens when the boys aren’t around or when you’ve been apart for a long period. RUNS not walks to you, he just can’t help his excitement to see you.

Say my name just for fun

Not sure why but I feel like when he’s feeling extra hyper he’d do this just to see how long it would take you to get annoyed. Mostly happens when you’re busy and refusing to take breaks.

Play fighting/bickering

1000% old married couple type bickering. It’s the boys favorite to see because Dann usually caves and loses.

Arthur

Jealous someone else has my attention

It would be very hard to pick up on but arthur always wants your attention. He knows it's not possible to always have it all the time, but he sure wishes. So when you can’t be found after Arthur is done with the hair stylist, he looked for you. He didnt have to look too far or hard to find you next to one of the boys with your head on their shoulder. You were watching funny clips together, laughing. He hated to admit that the entire time he was getting his hair done he wished you were with him, attention mostly on him only.

Play fighting/bickering

Bickering back and forth over the most random things. You are sitting too close to him? You burped too loud? You took too long in the shower? You woke up later than usual? You’ll hear about it from Arthur. There may be some playful pushing, nudging, and dirty looks. All in good fun.

Trace/play with my tattoos

I could see him doing this out of boredom mostly. Like if another member was telling a story, he of course cared, but he was feeling antsy. He’d begin tracing your tattoos (or arms if you don't have any) It definitely would help with his antsiness.

Mujin

Pouting to get my attention

His mouth is really in a permanent pout because he always wants your attention. If he ever doesn’t have your attention he somehow pouts even more than usual. If you happen to be doing something with or talking to one of the other boys, EVERYONE will know. When you aren’t around though you’ll be flooded with pictures from the other boys of him pouting, just because you aren't there.

Fight to sit on my lap

Willing to kill to be the only person to ever sit on your lap. If any of the boys ever sat on your lap, especially before Mujin confessed to you, he’d fight for his soon-to-be rightful place on your lap. After being together for a while the boys made sure to try and sit on your lap just to aggravate him. You usually played along, his annoyed and jealous face is pretty cute after all.

Come up and put head on chest and sigh in relief

Mujin is a pretty optimistic guy. Rarely does he let people see him upset or down. When he comes to you and puts his head on your chest, you know exactly what it means. No matter if it's in private, in public, or just around the boys. He’ll let out a big sigh of relief and you'll know he’s trying to keep positive but something is going on or bothering him.

Follow me out of the room/follow me around

Lost puppy. Would be sure to follow you around if you happen to be working on things. He would have a tracking device (in his heart) when he’s feeling extra needy, just to track you down.

“Y/n just do it later and come cuddle please!”

Play with my earrings/hair

Hands. In. Your. Hair. Always. It’s basically how he comforts himself now. I think he’d be a fan of curly hair. He just loves playing with the curls, watching them spring back as he lightly pulls them. Loves to twirl your hair with his finger, a habit you had, that he seemed to have picked up. Another habit he picked up from you seemed to be playing with your ears. If you were wearing earrings even better, he adored them. Play with his ears/earrings and hair though, he’ll melt like butter.

Matching my dancing and laughing energy

“You can’t just dance or laugh alone.”

This is what he always says when you ask why he always matches your energy. He just loves to see your smile when he does this, it has become so natural for him now.

Fall asleep to me singing

Everything about you he adores. This includes you singing. When he first heard you singing to yourself in the shower or while cooking he’d want you to sing in front of him comfortably. He thought mentioning it one night in bed would be the perfect way to bring it up. While he was lying with his head on your stomach, arms around you, and legs intertwined, he began.

“Do you think you could sing me to sleep tonight?”

Your heart would melt and even though you felt shy about it, you couldn’t say no to those eyes.

Trace/play with my tattoos

You are 1000% confident that if Mujin had to draw your tattoos from memory, while blindfolded, he could. He's always tracing your tattoos, he just loves them so much and thinks they are the prettiest. Knows all the little details about them and what they mean because he’s asked you a million times. If you get a new one he’d be so excited for it to heal just to get to admire it fully.

Hands in my shirt

Yeah, Mujin likes putting his hands in your shirt. Loves having his arms wrapped around your torso, hands settled on your stomach. Usually when you are on his lap or during movie night. Just some extra skin-to-skin he craves.

Play fighting/bickering

He likes picking fights because he thinks he can win. Even if he’s been proven wrong time and time again. Doesn’t matter, he’ll win one day. Lots of little fake shoves, bicep punches, whining, and maybe even some pretend wrestling.

Play with my face/hands

You swear this new pimple is his fault. He touches your face more in a day than you do in a week. His. Hands. Will. Always. Be. Holding. Yours. You’ve learned to do many things one handed thanks to Mujin. You swear these hands used to be yours. Not anymore. Adores and looks forward to playing with your hands, no matter how many times he does it.

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gracefulsunflower · 2 months

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 47

PUBLISHED: 26/07/2022

(I forgot to copy some chapters onto here shhh)

THIRD PERSON'S POV

You woke up to an urgent pulling of your hair, and sat up. One of the twins. Isaac. He gave you a cuddle, and you held him a bit tighter than necessary, then got out of bed, balancing him on your hip. You headed into the bathroom, washing your face, and wiping Isaac's with a baby wipe. The house was painfully quiet.

You poked your head into the nursery as you passed it. Rosalie was gone. Finn probably had her. Or Isiah. He had come to stay at yours for a bit. It was too painful for him to stay there, at the house that he and Ezzie had made their own. You didn't blame him. You hadn't been in Bonnie's apartment or vardo yet. You didn't want to.

You headed downstairs, sighing at the fact that there was no noise. Saoirse would usually be humming, or giggling, or reading a story to the babies and animals, or playing an instrument, or singing, or talking. Just making noise. But the only noise was the cat meowing. You shook your head to rid yourself of the sad thoughts, not wanting to ruin your day before it started.

You hummed, although it wasn't nearly as nice as Saoirse used to, and entered the kitchen, where your daughter was up in her high chair, and your other son was sat at the table, both of them eating toast. Your husband was sat with a vacant look on his face. He looked more than tired. He looked exhausted, and you knew it wasn't just a physical one. Finn had lost two of his best mates in the one go.

"Finn?" You said softly, putting Isaac next to Finley, who gladly grabbed some of his brother's honey covered toast, even after Finley tried to swat his hands away.

"Just — tired," Finn explained hoarsely, and you pursed your lips and nodded.

You made your way around the table to your husband, and leaned down, giving him a quick kiss, then pulled him into a tight hug.

Finn placed a hand on your knee, and squeezed it thrice, grabbing his coffee with his other hand.

"I love you too," You replied, grabbing the mug next to his own and sipping it, knowing it was meant for you.

"You staying home again?" Finn asked, feeling a bit more normal after his cry.

"Yeah, I think Jeremiah has things to do so one of the girls and I will be watching Jeremy and Bon-Bon." You explained, and your husband nodded.

Isiah needed a bit more help with the babies now that Ezzie was gone, and you were all too willing to help out with your niece and nephew, and so was the girls from your netball team. They were all absolute godsends, always bringing around food and offering to watch the babies and taking Saoirse to and from school, even though it was all out of their way.

"It's Poll's birthday today," Finn informed you, and you swore, then walked over to the fridge, grabbing a small box off of the top of it.

"Can you give her this just in case I don't see her?" You asked, and Finn nodded.

Rosalie, now done with her toast, squealed, wanting to get down.

"No, you're in baby jail because you keep on opening the baby gates!" Finn chastised his daughter, wagging a finger in her direction, and Rosalie giggled.

"Oh, Finn, don't put her in baby jail! She's just exploring, right ring-a-round the Rosie?" You defended jokingly, going and getting your daughter out of your chair, bringing her over to sit on your lap.

Finn reached over and grabbed the boys' toast, and told them to come around the table to the three of you. They did so. Finn balanced the pair of them on his legs, and listened as Rosalie babbled to the twins, and Finley babbled back to her, throwing in some of his big boy vocabulary in there, telling her about his adventures with 'Untle Tarl' in the 'orch' (they picked 'appas' together, according to Finley).

You scolded Finley when he said a certain four letter word starting with 'f', Finn just laughing, knowing that his uncle Arthur most likely taught him it (you had walked into Linda and Arthur's once and caught Arthur encouraging Finley to swear — "Come on, Finley, say 'fuck' and I'll give you a chocolate!" "...Buck." "Close enough, mate.")

"We'll get through this," You told your husband, who nodded, but you weren't sure how you would or how long it was going to take.

You just knew that you'd get through it somehow.

•••

Thomas and Polly approached the group gathered in Charlie's yard.

"Happy birthday, Poll," Finn greeted, giving his aunt roses and a kiss on the cheek.

He then fished around in his pockets and gave her the box.

"From (Y/N) and the rest," He said, then stepped away from Polly, and Curly approached her.

"You grow grand in the horse shit, Poll," He congratulated in his own little way.

"Curly, pour some beer, aye?" Tommy asked, and Curly scuttled off to do it.

"The train to London leaves in an hour. Arthur, Michael, you're coming with me," Tommy said, trying to light his smoke.

"Tommy, I have to take Gina to the hospital today." Michael interjected, and Finn tried not to roll his eyes.

"A week ago, three members of our family were killed by Jimmy McCavern. The man we're going to speak to in London is establishing a relationship with Jimmy McCavern," Tommy took the beer that Curly offered, "So, cancel your appointments, and Ada can take Gina to the hospital."

Isiah bristled at this information, and Finn put a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to go with them too, but he knew that it wasn't the right time, or that he wasn't the best man for it.

"'Cause that's what women do," Arthur added, making Isiah scoff as he took a draw from his cigarette.

"Clean that shit off your shoes before you get in me car, aye?" Tommy told his cousin, taking a puff of his own cigarette.

Michael looked at him in a way that said that he wasn't impressed with his older cousin.

"Michael, they will give it and give it until your case is proven, and then they'll take it. From you, but mainly from me." Polly said, looking at her son, then at her nephew.

"Polly, you go to the hospital and speak to Aberama Gold. You tell him there is a strategy in place to avenge the death of his son and daughter, so not to do anything rash. And take with you the heartfelt condolences of the whole family," Tommy instructed his aunt, making Isiah frown.

Isiah knew Tommy meant his words, that he was truly sorry that Esmeralda and Bonnie had died, but couldn't the man say it with a bit more emotion?

"Why me?" Polly questioned as Tommy took a sip of his beer.

"Because Aberama Gold is in love with you. He even got an haircut," Tommy replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "And the smell of your perfume might help ease his pain."

Finn's mind drifted to you teasing him about Aberama being his 'favourite uncle', and he fought the urge to snicker.

"Tommy, I'm forty-five years old today." Polly informed her nephew, clearly not having it.

"Forty-five years old and still breaking hearts, eh?" Tommy said, and Arthur said a 'yeah' in agreement.

"To Polly," Tommy announced, raising his glass.

Everyone else followed suit, raising a toast for the matriarch of the family.

"Curly, organise two wagons to take the souls of Esmeralda and Bonnie Gold's souls to heaven," Tommy commanded, and Curly nodded, "Isiah, fetch his boxing gloves from the gym to burn with his body. Grab anything from your house that Esmeralda would want gone up in the smoke with her."

"Ezzie," Isiah muttered softly, knowing how much his wife hated being called by her full name.

Finn clapped Isiah on the shoulder, and led his best mate to his car, not wanting to leave him alone.

•••

You bounced Rosalie and Bonnibel on your knees as you read them a story, the boys drawing on a piece of paper with Dorothy. A car pulled up outside, and the dogs started barking. Finn Junior hopped up onto the bay window seat to see who it was.

Dottie walked over to the window to see who it was.

"Mary Bone and her baby," She announced, and grabbed the girls off of you, allowing to go and answer the door and tell the dogs to stop barking.

Mary came up the walk, the setting sun making her look all the more gorgeous, cradling a baby wrapped in a purple blanket. You welcomed her in, and ushered her to the kitchen, putting on the kettle for the pair of you.

"Is this bubby then? Oh, gorgeous!" You cooed, and she chuckled, turning the baby in her arms so you could see them better.

"Her name is Cara," Mary stated, and you cooed even more, telling her how pretty and romantic her name sounded.

"She's going to be a heartbreaker when she gets older," You said jokingly, going and grabbing two teacups and putting sugar and teabags in them.

"Hope not — I hope she'll be like her father, falling in love with the one woman and staying with her," Mary replied, and you grinned at her.

"Who's the father? You didn't tell me you were in love!" You complained, going and grabbing the biscuits from the pantry.

"I'm not the one he's in love with," Mary admitted, and you clucked your tongue sympathetically.

"Oh, Mary. Any man would be lucky to have you," You consoled, and grabbed the chocolate you stashed earlier, then going and sitting back across from her, snapping it in half and giving her the big piece.

She took it gratefully, and you pulled over Jeremy and Bon-Bon's stroller, Mary setting Cara down in it after you reclined the back of it. You got up and poured the now boiled water into the teacups, and milk, then carried them back over to the table, setting Mary's down in front of her.

"I didn't just pop around for a visit," Mary said as you settled back into your own chair.

"Oh?" You asked, confused, looking over at the woman as she rocked her child back and forth in the pram.

You picked up your teacup and took a sip.

"Cara; she's," Mary began, but paused, then sighed, looking away from you, "She's Finn's."

You gasped, and your grip on your teacup loosened, sending it clattering onto the table, sending lukewarm liquid pouring across the table and into your lap.

"What?" You questioned, your voice quiet, eyes narrowed at the woman across from you.

"She's Finn's," Mary repeated, still not looking at you.

"How dare you," You said through gritted teeth, standing up and making you way around the table to her, stopping in front of her.

She still didn't look at you.

"As if Finn would touch the likes of you — He has a wife. My husband would never," You spat, "And the next time you accuse my husband of that shit, you look me square in the eye."

Mary looked at you, and smirked, "Well then maybe you don't really know your husband, because on those nights you'd stay home while he and Isiah were out drinkin', he'd come and seek me out, and we'd head to darkest corners of the bar."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you picked up the teacup in front of Mary.

"I'm serious, (Y/N)." Mary continued, standing up, following you across the room to the sink, "He wanted to feel the touch of a real woman. One he wasn't forced to marry."

"Well, he seems to enjoy my touch, we've got three kids to show for it," You snarked, not missing a beat, turning to face Mary, "And you'd hardly be able to call yourself a real woman after saying you slept with my husband."

"Oh, but I am," She replied, feeling terribly bold, "See, the difference between me and you, (Y/N), is that you're a girl, and I'm a woman. You dress yourself in whatever's fashionable, change with the trends you know, you paint your nails silly colours-"

"Yellow's my favourite colour," You interjected quietly, looking down at your now cracked nail polish.

"-And you're still graceless. Awkward. However, I, the proper woman I am, I don't keep up with the styles. I dress in clothes that suit me and my body, I don't change just because something new is in style it all cycles back anyway, I paint my nails sensible colours, not childish yellow, of all things, and I have grace only you — and other little girls — could dream of," Mary finished, and you looked down at the ground.

What she said was true. She was five years your senior, three years Finn's senior. She was Ezzie's friend first, but got roped into your friend group easily. You never got on with her as well as the others, just because of your age difference, and partly because you were jealous of her.

She never walked into a room, she floated, her dress billowing around her, she never talked, she chimed, her voice sounds so angelic that it would be a crime to say she just talked, and every move she made was so precise, so calculated, that you'd think she was dancing. She never missed a beat, stepped out of formation. She was perfect, in every sense of the word.

Now that you were thinking about it, Finn could've slept with her. You wouldn't blame your husband, either, if you were single and she swung your way you'd try to bed her without hesitation.

She was gorgeous. You doubted her story of her sleeping with Finn a little less now.

"Here's what we're going to do," You said abruptly, wanting to stop your train of thought before it got worse, "We're going to get a blood test, to see if the baby has a blood type that could make her Finn's daughter. If she does happen to have a blood type that could make her my husband's daughter, then we're going to get Polly Gray to do paternity test. Our way. The gypsy way."

Mary nodded.

"If, and that's a big if, Cara is Finn's daughter, then I'll make sure you get money. I'm bad but I'm not fucking cruel," You reassured her, then dipped your finger in her tea.

After finding that it was lukewarm, no longer boiling hot, you threw it on her, the soggy teabag hitting her square in the face.

"Now, you absolute harlot, get the fuck out of my house before I grab a knife from the drawer and stab you with it," You threatened, placing the teacup into the sink, and she nodded, scurrying across the room and picking up her daughter, then hurrying out of your house.

You watched her leave out the window, and sighed, going over to the table and packing everything up, washing up the teacups and wiping up the spilt tea with a wet rag. You sniffled as you did so.

"Fuck Mary Bone, fuck her and her being so fuckable — and fuck anyone else who looked at my husband!" You ranted to the four walls as you scrubbed at the floor violently, then threw the rag up into the sink.

You were too mad to cheer when it made it in.

"Dot, you alright in there? I just need a minute!" You called out, your voice cracking as you did so.

"Yeah, they're all getting tired now, you're right!" Dorothy hollered back, packing up some of the toys the kids were using.

You thanked God that you had a friend like Dot, then the phone rang. You sprung up to answer it.

"Hello?" You croaked, and winced at how bad you sounded.

"(Y/N)! Baby!" Finn shouted, and you sighed, knowing your husband was probably off his face on booze and snow, "Solve an argument between me and Billy here, yeah? Now, when you mop, you - you vacuum the floors first, right?"

"Yes, Finn, you vacuum the floors first," You huffed, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Finn whooped over the other side of the phone, "I told him that! Hey — you don't sound too good. D'ya need me home?"

"I'm fine, you stay out," You reassured your husband, not wanting him to come home yet.

"Okay. Love you, see ya when I lay eyes on ya next," Finn said, then hung up the phone before you could even reply.

You tsked, and sighed, heading out of the kitchen and up to your room to change clothes.

•••

Finn stumbled into the stables, to the cot you always had set up for him when he came home shitfaced. He woke up still drunk this morning, so he decided that it was best to sleep it off before going to you and the kids. He had to tell you that Tommy wanted Billy to stay with you and him, so he could keep an eye on the man.

Finn heard someone clear their throat, and he looked up. You were sat on the cot, an unimpressed look on your face.

"Hi," Finn greeted quietly, and you gestured to the bale of hay next to you.

He went and sat there, confused. Usually you'd just leave him be.

"Finn, in ten days' time, you're getting a blood test because Mary Bone came here yesterday and said that her new baby was yours," You told your husband, not wanting to beat around the bush.

"What?" Finn asked, feeling dread creep up inside of him.

"She said you slept with her, and that her child is yours," You repeated, looking at your husband, "She's wrong though, isn't she?"

Finn studied your poker face, and shrugged, making your jaw drop.

"I'm fairly sure she's not," He said hurriedly, "But I'm usually too shitfaced to remember anything."

"Finn Theo Shelby!" You thundered, "If you got her up the duff I'm taking the kids on the road!"

Finn stood up, albeit with a struggle.

"You can't do that to my kids!" He protested, and you scoffed.

"I can and I will," You challenged, "I've got more right over them than you do, and you know it."

Finn stayed silent, mulling over your words.

"And if you have a problem with it, then you should go to Tommy, although I don't think Tommy would care about it," You snapped, and Finn looked utterly wounded.

You touched a nerve. You knew it.

"Get out," Finn hissed, and, instead of apologising, you plumped Finn's pillow and walked out of the barn, leaving your husband there in his misery.

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