#arthur sweetie HOW are you still alive

[icarus-is-obssesed]

What arthur survived so far :

Being shot (multiple)

An eldrich god breaking his bone / s (multiple)

Falling on his ass (multiple)

Getting in the wrong car

Drowning (multiple)

Literally a pit™

Killing himself for his totally platonic boy

Losing a bit of his finger (technically)

Someone casually ripping a bit of his ear off

Daughter click bait (multiple)

A monster trying to kill him (stupid edition 2x)

A monster trying to kill him (smart edition)

A cop trying to kill him (technically he succeeded)

Making a deal with an eldrich entity (multiple, arthur you stupid bitch /affectionate)

What he gained :

A silly goofy fragment of a god in his head who gets upset at him for not going to see a movie

[no-144444]

the grid: No Nut November!

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Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Arthur LeClerc.

thank you to the person that requested this!!!

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Oscar Piastri: wouldn’t do it. 

Even if every driver on the grid was offering 1,000€ each as a prize, he was not giving up fucking you for an entire month. 

Even though he looks like a sweetie pie he would absolutely be a freak in the sheets and he was not about to give up the only way he actually gets his frustration out (aka fucking you). 

Everyone kind of boos him for it but then half way through the month he gets to be smug while they’re all miserable and complaining, because he can fuck his girlfriend whenever he wants. 

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Lando Norris: would try, but definitely fail. 

He wouldn’t care about the prize, he’d just have such a ‘how hard can it be?’ attitude. 

Newsflash: extremely. 

You would not make it easy for him either; wearing the sluttiest clothes, basically giving him fuck me eyes all the time, enjoying it when you see him get hot and bothered. 

He snaps on his birthday, and fucks you for hours straight. You can barely walk the next day. 

He decides to own up and pay his part of the bet with no shame, he has a hot girlfriend and he likes fucking her, sue him! 

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Lewis Hamilton: wouldn’t even try

He’s uninterested in the things most of the grid do in their spare time, and he knows they’re uninterested in him too. They don't need to know about his sex life, but what people can guess is that it is very much alive. 

I mean… you two had a baby literally 8 months after your wedding, to the day. 

The other 3 kids don't exactly help his case… 

He’d say yes, just so he could be added to the group chat and he would tell you who is winning and losing.

He’d lose on the first day with no shame. Everyone knows he's just here for the public shaming of others. 

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George Russell: would win

Not saying he’s not a freak in the sheets, but he would set up the entire thing (group chat, the money pool, etc.) and he cannot be seen lacking. 

Even if it wasn’t his idea, he still needed to win. 

You do make the entire month absolute torture though. 

Matching sets, showing as much skin as possible, everything. 

Even walking around the apartment naked. 

But somehow, he doesn’t budge. 

At the end of the month he does fuck you for ages, and you literally cant get out of bed, let alone follow him to a race. He tells the media you’re sick and all of the drivers have the dirtiest laughs as he explains. Despite every question, they keep their mouths shut. 

George did announce that he won at the end, much to your chagrin. 

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Alex Albon: he’d last a while

 He would honestly be pretty good. 

He kind of breaks the rules, he constantly gives you oral and jerking himself off, but it wasn’t specifically stated in the rules (apart from the name… but whatever)

He makes it like halfway through the month until a particularly bad race result. 

He fucks you all night. 

When you both get to the paddock in the morning, George pays him a visit to collect the money like the smug bastard he is. 

He heard you two last night. 

He was 4 doors down. 

Oops. 

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Franco Colapinto: he’s the one who accidentally tells the press. 

We all know Franco is awful at keeping his mouth shut, and in an interview he somehow lets it slip that he needed to find George to give him money. 

They ask him what for. 

He says ‘the bet’ and explains that they’re doing NNN this year and that he lost. 

It was worth it though, you two hadn’t seen each other in months (you were busy in uni, he was busy at races) and he just had to have you. 

He made it like a quarter of the way into the month. 

He didn't really care. 

The drivers honestly just found it funny that he told the media. 

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Logan Sargeant: would make it most of the way, but just fall short by like 4 days.

He had done so well, ignoring all of your sexual advances for the majority of the month…

Then he got drunk. 

Drunk Logan and drunk you? Yeah, you’re fucking. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, and he paid the price. 

He paid up sheepishly the next day, George looked at him with the smuggest smile ever. 

Logan didn’t even care. He fucked you twice as much as before. 

He has to make up for lost time, right? 

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Daniel Riccardo: he would lose immediately.

This man is a 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 

He would kind of do the same thing as Lewis, pay to just watch the rest of them loose. 

He does last a little bit longer though (in their eyes).

 He doesn’t pay up until the second week even though he’s been fucking you the entire time. 

He has absolutely no shame about it either. 

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Liam Lawson: he would almost win.

He's such a cutie. I think he’d somehow abstain for a while. 

He’d get to around the 26th, and then give up. 

The month was torture though. 

You literally would beg him every night, and he would just have to say no. 

You were impressed at how long he lasted. 

But then he gave in after he scored points in mexico...

Yuki ratted him out to George, he was very embarrassed.

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Charles LeClerc: he would lose immediately.

Charles is an idiot. 

He would lose the first day by accident, and then try to pretend that it doesn't count until George actually comes knocking on his drivers room door looking for the money. 

He heard you, of course. 

Charles reluctantly watches the rest of the month play out, bitter that his own forgetfulness took him out so early. 

He vows to win next year. 

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Carlos Sainz: wouldn’t do it. 

He’s not giving up fucking you for a month. No way. 

He also wouldn’t be interested in the sex lives of others enough to even pay into it like Lewis. 

His sex life is his own, and as much as he loves healthy competition, this is a race he’s happy to lose. 

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Max Verstappen: would be a huge bitch all month.

Dude is like a moody teenager when he’s not getting it. 

Daniel persuades him to do it and he makes it a few days in.

Literally turns into the biggest moody bitch ever.

By the 8th day everyone is begging you to just fuck him so he’ll stop being such a cunt to them.

You do. 

He pays up and spends the rest of the month fucking you. 

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Paul Aron: he would almost win.

He would last pretty long. Like maybe more than half the month

Despite his playboy facade, he’s actually more into cuddles and shit like that. 

 But after a bad race…

Yeah, he pays up with zero shame. 

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Arthur LeClerc: he would lose, in two ways. 

Y’know how quickly Charles lost, yeah he’d be worse.

He wouldn’t forget, he’d just think that he can get away with fucking you all month but of course, that doesn’t happen.

George comes knocking after Charles tells him he can hear you two.

You are deeply embarrassed that your boyfriend's brother heard you two having sex, and you impose a ban for the rest of the month. 

You say it’ll help you both be more aware of when and where you’re doing it, and how to not get caught by his brother again. 

He curses out his brother the next time he sees him.

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[crystalprima]

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GENERAL INFO:

Hii!! I'm just going to post whatever comes to mind here. It'll be unorganized and messy, but who cares, right? You can expect head-canons from random fandoms I'm in, aesthetics, stim-boards, mood boards, and MAYBE icons. Still debating it. If you want me to make something for your favorite character/show/fandom/whatever, feel free to ask for it! I have literally 0 followers at the time that I'm writing this, so I'm sure I'll see it.

Keep in mind, I'm in a lot of different fandoms, and some are pretty cringey (sorry MLP). This account is not going to be focused on one fandom, but an entire variety.

If you wanna learn a bit more about the stranger behind this account, feel free to keep reading!

PERSONAL INFO:

Name: Crystal Age: 22 Gender: Half female, half computer babyyyy (I'm being fr. I feel like a CPU more than I feel like a human. It's like 60/40%.) Pronouns: She/They Zodiac: Libra

Alignment: Chaotic Good Enneagram: 2 MBTI: ENFP Hobbies: Playing video games, singing, traveling, hiking, editing, this blog probably

FAVORITE THINGS:

Favorite Food: Pho Favorite Drink: Mint Tea Favorite Songs: Bailando, Fireflies, Birds Don't Sing, Alive, Amsterdam, Cha-Ching, I Can Do It With A Broken Heart, New Romantics Favorite Artists: Kesha, Madonna, Tame Impala, TV Girl, Empire of the Sun, One Republic, Imagine Dragons, Taylor Swift, Beyonce Favorite Movie(s): Heathers, Mean Girls, 10 Things I Hate About You, How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days Favorite Shows: The White Lotus, Bob's Burgers, Bee & Puppycat Favorite Games: Far Cry 5, RD2, Stray, Any Pokemon Game Ever Favorite Book Series: Villains by Serena Valentino Favorite Season: Fall (Haha got u) Favorite Sports: Hockey, Baseball, Football Favorite Time Of Day: Night

FANDOMS:

(I will definitely add onto this as time goes on.)

Shows: -Danganronpa -My Little Pony -Pokemon -ENA -Gravity Falls -Adventure Time -Bee & Puppycat -ATLA

Games:

-Alice: Madness Returns -Kingdom Hearts -Stardew Valley -RD2 -Far Cry 5 -Doki Doki Literature Club -FNAF -Literally any Pokemon game

Movies: -Disney -Pixar -Studio Ghibli

Kin List

DISCLAIMER: I don't actually believe or pretend that I'm these characters. I just relate to them the most. It also provides some insight into my personality, I guess. I ALSO DON'T BEHAVE LIKE AN ANIMAL, IF THE KIN IS AN ANIMAL. I PROMISE I'M SOMEWHAT NORMAL.

Pokemon Kins: -Hilda -Skyla -Lillie -Primarina -Eevee

Danganronpa Kins: -Akane Owari -Aoi Asahina -Junko Enoshima (I'm sorry) -Celestia Ludenberg -Chisa Yukizome -More to come when I finish drv3

FNAF Kins: -Chica -Bonnie -Glamrock Chica -Roxanne Wolf

DDLC Kin: -Yuri

RD2 Kins: -Sadie Adler -Arthur Morgan

Amazing Digital Circus Kins: -Ragatha -Bubble

Bee & Puppycat Kins: -Bee -Toast -Sticky

MLP Kins: -Fluttershy -Sweetie Belle -Princess Cadence -Applejack -Rainbow Dash

ENA Kins: -Ena -Hourglass dog

Gravity Falls Kin: -Wendy

Adventure Time Kins: -Flame Princess -BMO -Lumpy Space Princess

ATLA Kins: -Ty Lee -Suki

Disney Princess Kins: -Ariel -Moana -Rapunzel -Belle -Anna -Nani

Disney Character Kins: -Luisa -Alice -Sally -Lady -Daisy -Eeyore

Pixar Character Kins: -Dory -Dug

Studio Ghibli Kins: -Sophie -Hin -Kiki

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[charliedawn]

Hi, I hope your doing well! I had a question. Can you do how the slashers would react to seeing there s/o crying and how they would comfort them?(If they would) So sorry if you've already done this and please and thank you! 🤗

"Who hurt you?"

It is no question, it's a death sentence. No one is allowed to touch you, even less to make you cry..He would kill whoever hurt you and then do everything to make you smile again. He would try to make you laugh and transform into anything you find cute or that he knows would cheer you up. Penny doesn't really care about anyone else, he even relishes in the suffering of others. But, you ? No. He would never let anything or anyone upset you so much as to see you cry. It burns him. It kills him even..No. *his eyes glow orange*

"No one is allowed to make you cry.."

"What happened ?"

He would be concerned and ask what he can do to help ? If you want a hug ? He'll give it to you. If you want to get rid of someone ? Done. He is determined to do whatever it takes to make you feel better. Even make a fool of himself, which is a lot for Five. He would also ask you if you want to talk to Allison or Vanya ? Not that he doesn't want to listen to your problems, but he knows that these two would be less excessive in their reactions. Him ? He would probably teleport the poor guy/girl who made you cry to the dinosaur era and let them be eaten alive by some monstrous animal of the time..

Jason would feel bad just to see you cry and give you a bear hug if needed and if it's because of something and not someone. If he finds out that it's actually because of someone ? He would enter into a blind rage and get his machete or axe to cut down the person who dared hurt you. No mercy. Jason will not be stopped, even by you. Someone hurt you, so he's gonna show them real pain in return..

Brahms would be sad to see you sad and just hold your hand and be sweet with you until you've calmed down and explain to him what's going on. He would either have two reactions: be even sadder if he can't help you, or rip off the head of your problem. Anyway, he would try to make you forget about it and hug you as much as you want and share his secret stash of candy with you.

Pennywise doesn't like it when someone cries in general, it makes him uncomfortable. Imagine when he finds his favorite human crying their eyes out ? He would try to make you stop by playing magic tricks on you. Also, he wouldn't really ask you why you're sad because: firstly, it's none of his beeswax and he knows that some people prefer to be left alone when they're sad (him) and second, because he would probably kill the problem, and he knows that humans don't like it when someone dies, even if they are an a** with them.

"Hey, kid..So, what's up ? Why the crocodile tears ?"

Freddy would be worried, but would still act chill and try not to get too ahead of himself. Unlike what everybody thinks, Freddy is the only one who values life. He knows that death can be painful and wouldn't inflict on anyone else without a good reason. However, if someone made you cry by hurting you ? He would make their life Hell. To comfort you, he would probably stay with you and listen to whatever you have to say (that is very uncharacteristic of Freddy who usually spends his time talking and interrupting.) But, for you ? He would gladly shut up, which is the biggest proof of love he could ever give you.

"What's the matter, sweetie ? Someone hurt you ?"

Arthur would get straight to the point and ask you what's wrong ? If someone had hurt you, he would feel angry, but wouldn't show you right away. He would firstly try to comfort you by listening to you and be you shoulder to cry on while reassuring you with soft words.

"Ssh..It's okay. They won't bother you again, angel. I promise.."

When you've calmed down enough, he would then ask you for the person's address to give them a good scare and shoot them with his gun.

"What happened ?"

Patricia wouldn't waste any time before trying to comfort you by taking you in her arms and reassuring you the best she can, rocking back and forth soothingly.

"You are so strong, darling. So strong and beautiful."

She would then put on your favorite TV show and cook you your favorite food. Of course, she'll tell Dennis afterwards. But, for now ? She's got a very sad kitten to take care of.

"Come here, sunshine."

Michael would instantly know that something is wrong and offer his support. He would take you in his arms and silently wait until you're ready to tell him what happened. He would then cook you something and would wait until you've fallen asleep before silently getting out of the room. He would then look at the mask in his hand and shiver at the thought of putting it back on. One time couldn't hurt, right ?

Bonus : Nurse AU Norman school incident

Norman knows he shouldn't have overreacted. When he had received the call, he was talking to the new residents of room 608 and had immediately rushed in at the news. There had been a fight at your school..You were hurt. He ran and was out of breath upon arriving. He wanted to act rationally, remember that it was a school..But then, he saw your teary face. Your bruised skin and busted upper lip.

"Norman.."

You had uttered with a tearful voice and Norman doesn't really remember what happened next ? It took at least 5 men to restrain him from ripping the little boy who had attacked you's head. You were expulsed. When you had both finally came home that day, he had begged for your forgiveness, saying that he shouldn't have acted the way he did in front of you and the other people at the school. He had apologized multiple time, while you had only smiled fondly at him and hugged him reassuringly. He still remembers the words you said next, and they would probably haunt him until the rest of his life.

"I'm sorry too, uncle Norman. I shouldn't have let them call you. I know that you're fighting, I shouldn't have.."

You had sobbed and tightened your hold on his shirt. You had apologized. You. This is when he knew, he would love no one as much as you. Never.

[malereader-inserts]

For the Sake of Family

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Weasley Family x Son/Brother!Reader Summary: A son is missing, god forbid anyone see a wrath of a grieving Weasley Word Count:  1,233 Request:  it's the battle of Hogwarts and during the 1 hour of calm (Fred is severely injured but still alive) they're making sure everyone is there but they realise that 1 person isnt, one of their sons. Nobody has seen him since the beginning of the fight, no one can find him and they're all very worried. Eventually they do but he was injured because he took a spell for someone. Maybe Luna? (I just like the ones where they protect others-) Warning: Blood and Injury

Arthur and Molly held each other momentarily, Percy had returned to them and so far all their children seem to be unharmed, other than Fred who was almost killed. Fred was being attended by one of the nurses, whilst George fusses over his twin and Percy apologising over and over to Fred. Charlie had yet to arrive, as the mother and father of the big family knew where Ron would be, he was always inseparable from his best friends.

Ginny looked lost as Bill had his attention on Fluer. Ginny, despite not suppose to be in the fight, looking dirty from ash and falling dirt, looked at the band of her brothers before shuffling to her parents.

“Mum, where’s (y/n)?”

It seemed like all the siblings had heard the name as they all stopped, turning heads to Ginny and the parents. Molly stops short as she looks at the boys before her, counting, and missing three sons. Charlie - who could be on his way to help the fight. Ron - who was currently with Harry. And, you - missing. The second youngest son was currently not within their sight.

“Where was the last time you saw (Y/n)?” Arthur asked the boys as they all look sheepishly.

“I haven’t seen him,” Percy says, “I don’t think he’s aware that I’m back.”

Bill and Fleur shared a look before looking at Arthur, “Well, I saw him before the fight started, other than that, we haven’t seen him.”

“He ran past Neville and Sprout,” Fred commented, as he looks at his twin, “What about you, George?”

“Saw him with Luna.”

“Right-” Molly huffed, before looking around the hall before her feet taking her somewhere, she seems like she was following her heart rather her mind.

“Where’s mum going?” Ginny asked, she knew where her mum was going but sometimes it is best to address the unspoken.

“I would assume she is looking for (Y/n),” Arthur answering as he sits down - he can’t help but worry as well - it’s one of his boys.

The siblings silently sat down, exchanging glances. They were all concern with the second son being missing. You were the perfect balance of every sibling. The level headed from Bill, almost the voice of reason, but you got Charlie’s impressive quidditch skills but, unfortunately, have the genius knowledge behind jokes and pranks. You take pride in having Percy’s smarts and the driven motion to excel well in class as well as have Ron’s clumsiness, but Ginny’s spite. 

You were balanced, yet so chaotic all at once. You weren’t one to be forgotten, you were a quick-witted reckless idiot, who would calculate the percentage of how injurious he would get if he was to act on a reckless activity. Ginny sits by her dad and leans her head against his shoulder.

“I hope (Y/n) is okay.”

Ginny would never admit if she had a favourite brother, but if anyone would ask her she would always say you. You might be two years older than her, but you were by her side, unlike Ron. You would be the one to talk quidditch to her, and always cheered her on beating the rest of the siblings, she’s capable of standing up for herself, but you were always there to do so and she appreciates it because it’s so tiring to stand her ground. 

You would actually tutor her in things she doesn’t understand, unlike Percy who was too busy with his nose in a book or Ron being average at his subjects. You were the brother she would go to if she wanted to vent or to cry because you know when to joke about and when to give her solid advice. You were such a happy sibling - she would really take it the hardest if you were dead. 

Molly would not rest easy with the fact that one of her sons might be dead. As she leaves the hall, maybe there are fighters still making their way to the hall to receive aid. There were a few students limping, some just doused in the dirt, but there were other fighters pulling out the dead from the debris and rubble of the school. Molly’s heart was racing, fear was bubbling in her stomach. 

“Mum!” 

Molly turned so quickly that hands had caught her before she toppled over. Her eyes see dirty hands covered in blood, her attention quickly diverts to the face of the person who was holding her. 

“(Y/n)!” She exclaimed, releasing the breathe she had not realised she was holding in. 

Her excitement fades as concern rushes within her, one of her babies is injured. She grabs your upper arms as you wince, one of her hands had landed on something thick and sticky, as she lets go, you let out a breath of relief - her hand covered in blood, suddenly you’ve lost your balance.

“Oh, sweetie - what happened?”

To her surprise, Luna comes under your uninjured arm to allow you to find your balance, the sweet girl smiles politely to your mum.

“It’s my fault really, I should have been more aware of my surroundings.”

“Nonsense, Luna,” You hummed, grinning still, “I knew the risk, it’s not your fault at all.” 

You give your mother a tight smile as she realised that your arm was just a minor injury, but your side seems to be bleeding as well as she helps you to walk as well without you fumbling over your feet. Your family sits anxiously at the entrance door but beaming when they see their mum and brother coming through the door. 

Luna dipping out as Ginny takes over to guide you. 

“Oh thank Merlin,” Arthur exclaims as you groan as they gently sit you down.

“When did Perce get here?” You asked almost immediately, “Glad to see isn’t far up his arse to-”

“Don’t be rude to your brother,” Molly scowls as she gets her wand out to heal as best s she could.

“No, it’s okay,” Percy says, “I think I deserve it, (Y/n) has always been the voice of-”

“Sense.” You and Bill responded

“Intelligence?” Fred and George spoke afterwards. 

“Reason, but sense and intelligence make do too.”

“Well, I don’t think your brother was thinking sense of intelligence when he decided to take a spell for Luna,” Molly lightly scowled, keeping her breathing steady as she could hear you breathe heavily and wincing every now and then.

“You idiot!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Bet you’re a hero to her,” George waves the concern over, looking at you with a suggestive look.

“Trying to woo her, (Y/n)?” Fred teases as you sigh at the twins.

“No-” You answered, giving the twins a glare, “If you would like to know the reason, though I don’t see why it would concern you, Luna remind me of Ginny - and if anything happens to our little sister, those twats has more coming from us than Voldemort himself.”

The family was silent for a moment as Ginny cracks a smile, whilst Arthur chuckles and shakes his head, it’s as almost the tension washes away.

“You’re still an idiot,” Ginny says, but instead there was a light tone to her voice, “You knew were going to live, didn’t you?”

The family looked at you s you smiled charmingly, your eyes glistening, “Of course, I wouldn’t be able to do that to the family.” 

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 66)

Where Next?

Thanks for your patience guys ❤ This one is pretty short, I'm sorry about that, but there is action coming, promise. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter with cute little Jack 😊

Tagging @emily-strange and @actuallyhansolo​​ ❤

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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I didn't see much of Arthur for a couple of days. Things were strange at the camp, there was no sense of permanence at all, there was plenty of talk about what next, where next? Some people had their answers, but mostly the camp was quiet with everyone in their own bubble of quiet contemplation. Everything had fallen apart in a matter of days and suddenly everyone had to figure out what to do next. 

I just waited patiently, doing what I could for the group. I hunted and provided some meat for everyone to fill their bellies with, it helped us to keep warm. It wasn't the toastiest of locations, so far north, but it would do until we had our plan. 

Arthur had spent the past two days with Charles. They had broken Eagle Flies out of prison after nightfall and they were up first thing the following day to be with Rains Fall. He was meeting with the army; things were not good and he was hoping to salvage some sort of deal or relationship of trust. That's where they were as I was sitting by the fire, wrapped up in a blanket and keeping an eye on Jack for John and Abigail, who were nearby discussing their plan. All I knew of it was they were wanting to get as far away from this place as possible. I wondered if we would ever see them again, or if they would keep on going further and further until the only evidence we'd ever have of their existence was a letter in the post once or twice a year. It made me sad to think about it, but I couldn't for one second protest it. We couldn't have much of a happily ever after, not after the things we'd done. We just had to make the best of things. 

"What're you doing, Jack?" I called out when I saw him wandering a little too close for comfort to one of the geysers.

"Just looking," he shouted back to me, though he stopped and turned around to smile at me. He was still smiling. It astounded me, honestly, he'd taken everything so well. 

He did ask about Dutch once or twice, wondering when we were going back to him. Abigail was usually the one to tell him the truth, but softly, carefully, while John and the rest of us sat tongue tied, unable to think of the right words to satisfy a four year old in such a situation. Jack usually responded with silence, and I couldn't tell if his silence was a signal of sadness or indifference.

I watched the boy as he picked up a pebble from the ground and then eyed up the geyser. I knew what his question was going to be before he opened his mouth. 

"What would happen if I threw this inside?" He called. I exhaled a chuckle and went to answer, though the words got stuck. I didn't actually know.

"Uhh," I vocalised cluelessly, "I s'pose it'd shoot back out again." 

"Can I try it?" 

"Best not," I chuckled, "the speed that thing would come out– I don't know. I wouldn't if I were you, sweetie. What if it falls down and bops you on the noggin?"

"I'd be okay," he assured me, and I cocked my brow a little. 

"Your momma might not be, I'm supposed to be looking after you. I imagine she'd toss me in there if you got hurt on my watch. C'mere." 

He kept hold of the pebble but did as he was asked, and came trotting over to me with a pair of rosy cheeks.

"Sit by the fire, okay? It's freezing out here, ain't you cold?" 

"No," he told me, his tone was high and it was very obviously untrue.

"Your nose'll drop off if you ain't careful," I warned, a little smirk on my face. He touched his pink nose and considered it for a moment. 

"It didn't fall off when we were in the snow." 

"The snow?" 

"With Uncle Dutch and Hosea, and everyone else. Before you were here," he said, gazing down at the rock in his hand, scratching at a piece of mud caked onto it until it gathered under his fingernail. He wiped it on his trousers.

"Ohh," I nodded, I'd heard about it before, their short stop at Colter after the Blackwater fiasco. "Wow, seems like a long time ago, I bet. You've been to so many places since then, ain't you?"

He hummed his agreement and nodded, not looking up at me. 

"You like going to different places?" 

"I guess so," he shrugged, "but sometimes I get bored." 

I chuckled, "yeah, I think we all do," I smiled at him and stroked his hair for a moment. It was feathery soft and light, and I sighed at his innocence. Such a sweet boy. I had no doubt that Abigail and John loved him and were the best parents they could possibly be to him, but I wished he'd had more normal beginnings in life. And I hoped he'd forget some of the awful things he must've seen and heard. 

"How're you feeling, about going away with your ma and pa?" I asked him. 

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" I repeated, leaning my head on my fist as I leaned forward and down to his level. 

"We're going away. Uncle Arthur, and you, and Sadie won't be there? And all the others?"

"No, sweetheart, we won't. But I'm sure it won't be the last you'll see of all of us, hm? Right now, your mama and papa only wanna take you someplace safer, you understand that, don't you?" I asked softly and he sighed, his little shoulders jerking with it.

"I guess so," his voice was small and I gave his shoulder a little squeeze. 

"Keep your chin up, little prince. Your parents love you to the moon and back, a million times over. You're gonna be okay," I smiled at him, even though he was staring at the rock. I considered it for a moment. "Can I see that?" 

He looked up at me in question, and noticed that I was looking at the rock. He paused for a second before handing it over. I inspected it for a moment, it looked much smaller in my hand than it did in his but it still filled up most of my palm. I clutched it tight in my hand, then looked at Jack as I kissed my knuckles. I closed my eyes for a few moments, and I heard him giggle. 

"What're you doing?" He questioned and I scrunched my face up, shushing him softly. 

"I'm concentrating," I murmured, and continued the performance for a few more moments, his giggles continuing until I slowly cracked one eye open, and then the other. 

"What did you do?" He stood up and turned to me, his hand going to mine, trying to pry my fingers from the stone, his cheeks round and rosy with his grin. 

"I filled it with my love Jacky, and a little extra that I got from Karen, Mary Beth, Tilly, Hosea, Kieran, Molly, Sean, Mr Trelawny, Reverend Swanson, Mr Pearson, Uncle…" I made a show of gasping for a breath after listing off so many names, then swallowed before deciding to mention the names which followed, "and Javier and Bill too, and Mr Strauss… and Dutch." 

My voice had wavered and I needed a second to compose myself. I cleared my throat, and was grateful that Jack was preoccupied by looking at the grey lump of rock in my hand. It was warm from my body heat and he gasped a little when he took it from me, marvelling about it's temperature.

"But it's a big rock. Plenty of room for more love. How 'bout you ask everyone to hold on tight to that rock, and put all their love and care into it. So, as long as you've got that, you'll be safe, and you'll be able to remember all of us and know that we ain't ever leaving you, not in our hearts." 

"Okay!" He did a little jump and squeezed the rock in his hand again, holding it to his chest with the biggest smile I'd seen all year. It warmed my heart despite the freezing temperatures. I glanced up to where Lenny was sat wrapped up in his winter coat, a book in his gloved hands. 

"Why don't you go ask Lenny if he don't mind taking a break from reading?" I suggested, and Jack immediately spun around and ran over to him. 

I watched him from a distance, as he excitedly explained the concept. Lenny chuckled and looked up at me from across the camp. He put his book down, laced his fingers together and pushed them out to stretch out his hands before giving them a shake and rocking his head from side to side, limbering up before taking the rock from Jack and cupping it tightly between both hands and squeezing it as hard as he could, eyes intently focused on them. I grinned and laughed to myself, loving his commitment to making the boy smile. I knew everyone would be just as eager to please, not afraid of making a fool of themselves. 

For the rest of the afternoon Jack went around the camp asking people to contribute to the pebble. I was glad to have given him something to amuse him, and perhaps something to remember us all by, even if it was just a simple rock. It would be nice if he remembered us all each time he looked at it, if it didn't get lost along the way during whatever trips he and his parents were about to embark on. 

In the late afternoon Arthur came back. Charles was not by his side but he quickly reassured us that he had simply gone to visit the Wapiti Reservation after the negotiations hadn't exactly gone to plan. I tried not to listen to the details, despite this horrid feeling that built in the pit of my gut as days went by. I kept trying to reason with myself that Arthur had been putting his life in danger far longer than he had known me and had always come out alive. It didn't stop the voice in my head that would whisper about his luck running out…

Before I spiralled into those thoughts I got on with preparing dinner. As long as I had Arthur back in my arms at the end of the day, whatever chaos had found him while he was gone was not worth thinking about. Torturing myself was not going to help anyone, especially not Arthur, who would no doubt grow tired of my whittling about his well being. I just had to keep telling myself that soon this would all be over. 

–

"Canada, I'm thinking. Would be their best chance. They can't stay here much longer after all of that mess we left behind after the negotiations today," Charles was saying over his helping of rabbit stew. He'd returned from the reservation, where he'd apparently spent the best part of the evening convincing them to start packing up to leave. "Rains Fall seems hesitant, not that I don't understand him.  They've been moved around enough, all they want is to settle and have peace so they can live."

"Doesn't seem like they'll be able to do that here though," John said, and Arthur murmured a sound of agreement.

"He's coming to terms with that I think. He knows they'll have to move on sooner or later, it's just hard for him to accept right now, even harder for Eagle Flies. He's even more against the idea," Charles replied.

"He's got a lot of passion and fire in him, that man. He ain't quite learned though, that sometimes passion like that can get you killed," Arthur said. Charles silently nodded in agreement and looked down at his plate. "Canada, you say?"

"Canada," Charles nodded. "And I'd go with them."

"Really?" My brows raised. A quick, sharp pain went through my heart as in a second it became reality that the group was splitting up. These people I had lived with for so long and come to love, we were all going separate ways...

"Yeah. I don't have any other ideas," he chuckled a bit, then shook his head and became a little more serious, "I like it, with them. I feel closer to my mother." 

I smiled, comforted by the fact that even if Charles wouldn't be with us, he'd have a family.

"Arthur," I heard from behind. It was Sadie's gravelly whisper and my heart dropped. I knew what she was going to ask. Arthur, sitting beside me around the fire, glanced over his shoulder and nodded. Then he wordlessly leaned over to kiss my temple, and got up. He stepped over the log we sat on and headed away from the group with Sadie.

They were going to the O'Driscolls' hideout. More bloodshed. More danger. I took a breath and met Charles' eyes.

"I'm happy for you Charles. You deserve to be with people who care about you, who'll all keep each other safe. And the fact they also share your heritage, that's even nicer," I smiled at him and he nodded, "when do you think you'll go?"

"Soon as I've convinced them," he chuckled a little again, the corner of his lip lifting. 

"I'll miss you," I told him. It seemed to startle him but only a little, he was often cool and calm and not even surprising words of emotion could throw him off for long. 

"I'll miss you too," he said after a moment, and the words sounded almost like a revelation, like he also hadn't fully wrapped his head around the fact he'd be saying goodbye to us all until now. "We'll write to each other, all of us, yeah?" 

"Definitely," I nodded, my smile widening, "and if I ever find myself in Canada, I'll have a free place to stay, right?" I teased just a little and he laughed. 

"Of course.”

[megashadowdragon]

**1.**Punching Gilgamesh the moment you are summoned/enter a fight/enter a room is not reasonable and should not be done at any time -Gudao

1a. Not even when he barges into the Camelot Room and threatens to everyone, especially when he does it to make your female counterpart marry her -Gudao

1b. Apparently PTSD is not a viable excuse to punch someone when you see him harassing someone. Noted.

2. Just because I am a King, does not mean I can give people nicknames. Makes me wonder how Gareth felt about being called Best Boy by Merlin.

3. Eating contests are apparently not allowed, seems food shortages are common with my counterparts.

4. As it turns out, screaming "To Valhalla" is not the best idea when you step onto Iskandar's Chariot. Especially so when you are right in front of the enemy.

5. Frankenstein is not a doll, do not dress her up. No Arthur, not even if she tilts her head and makes cute growls -Gudao 5a. Okay! Only if its a sundress! -Gudao

6. Getting together four of my other counterparts and forming the Saber Rangers is not allowed, especially if we have Excalizords. Seems the other servants aren't fond of needlessly big robots that take too long to combine.

7. Motorbikes are not to be used at any point or time in Chaldea, no, not even when Iskandar decides to hold the "Chaldea Grand Prix" -Da Vinci

7a. THE SAME GOES FOR OTHER VEHICLES YOU MONGRELS, UNLIKE YOU FUCKS, SOME OF US NEED BEAUTY SLEEP AT 3 AM! -Gilgamesh

8. Just because I can use a sword, doesn't mean I am allowed to attack my Cu Chulainn with it. I swear, he walked into it.

9. Apparently I am not allowed to compliment people? Turns out after I left the beach where I hung out with a sweetie named Kiyohime, along with master, Kiyohime attempted to burn someone alive because I said that master looked like a dashing man. I highly doubt she did.

9a. The smell is still stuck to my trunks Arthur -Gudao

10. My liege... My OTHER liege, please don't ever get Red Saber to sing "Total Eclipse of the Heart" again when I am about to utilize Galatine -Gawain

11. We know you are fascinated in other cultures, but please. Stop talking to the Servants of France about Sasaki Kojirou, we don't know if you made up his nickname, but he is not the "Savior of France" - Jeanne D'Arc

12. I would suggest that you stop entering the Camelot Room by screaming "Where is my love! Guinevere!", while it as funny once or twice, I can't stand to see either Lancelots' become depressed anymore -Arturia Altria

13. No offense... But please stop patting my head so much, I know you are basically my Uncle, but people are getting the wrong idea -Mashu

14. While Proto League is an acceptable nickname for the servants of your war, please don't ever enter a fight and scream it out again. We know you enjoy it, but it can get obnoxious after a while - Random Mob 1

15. Proving that I am male by either fighting or pantsing myself is no longer allowed after Heracles decided to do the same thing when a recently summoned Shakespeare made him question his own gender -Da Vinci

15a. Having the entire male team to pants themselves in front of the enemy is not a viable tactic against Archers, no matter what you watched beforehand and despite how fun it is -Robinhood

16. Just because Merlin suggested it, I shouldn't instantly do it. Its odd, almost like no one trusts Merlin, he seems just like my one.

17. "I saw a pest" is not a viable reason to drop a Corrupted Grail into the Babylon Room, we understand your dislike towards the King of Heroes, but Ishtar and Ereshkigal were caught up in the rage.

17a. "I was bored" is not a viable excuse to kiss a female servant while under the effects of Merlin's illusionary spell, Gudao has yet to leave his... specially enduced Coma.

17b. "I saw this scene-" is not a viable reason to go to a prior singularity and ask Muramasa to create a specific weapon, it is time wasting, no matter how strong the weapon is.

18. Suggesting to Rayshift to the point before someone dies is not a good idea, no matter how much fun it is for you to watch the "Crazy Murder Loli" die.

18a. Getting Fou'd is not a good reason to Rayshift back to your fight against Beast VI just so you can "Finish the Fucker Off".

19. Using a voice manipulator made by Merlin is not a good way to get people to be afraid when you shout a noble phantasm.

19a. Shouting "Stella" is not allowed, Arash prematurely shot off his Noble Phantasm while training and now we have to resummon him.

20. Just because we have a Simulation Room, does not mean I can alter the device to allow me to see someone from the past.

20a. We know you miss her, we do too. If you want to speak, you can come talk to us -Proto League

21. Trying to host an "Engry MIYA" talk between Nameless and Alter is not a good idea, just... Don't.

22. While having a Picnic is fun, please don't host them in the middle of a fight.

23. Just because a rabbit killed Gawain in a movie, does not mean you can threaten to cook Fou alive.

24. We know you love kids but come on, you can't just take Nursery Rhyme and Jack out to "Play Fetch" with the Dragons in France every after-noon.

25. Blaming someone that isn't even a servant isn't a viable way to shift blame.

26. I've been banned from the Kitchen, apparently forcing my way in and cooking the meals before Nameless is not a good idea. He looked ready to cry.

26a. Turns out mentioning the fact that Muramasa was far more willing to let me into his kitchen when I visited him was not a good idea. I don't think Nameless likes me much.

26b. "Just because I have the alcohol" is not a good excuse to get a few of the servants including Mashu drunk at dinner.

27. Just because you technically existed before Back to the Future 1 and 2, does not mean you can threaten to sue the creator, even if you can go back in time freely.

28. NO, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, NOT EVEN IF KIYOHIME ASKS NICELY, WE SHALL NEVER REPEAT THE EVENTS OF YESTERDAY AGAIN.

29. "Look what I found" is a sentence that I am never allowed to speak when I am holding something bigger than my head or smaller than my hands.

30. Turns out that breaking my own arm is not the best way to get Nightingale to calm down. Never thought Merlin would be wrong.

31. "Sure you can touch my Excalibur" is not the best way to differentiate between Arturia's Excalibur and my own when someone asks to hold it.

31a. "But mine is bigger" is not a good response when Arturia talks about how easy her seals are to remove from her Noble Phantasm, nor is it alright to use when talking about when how she made Mordred.

32. Stealing Gilgamesh's potion of youth and putting it in the Soup that EVERYONE ended up eating is the easiest way to have myself barred from missions for a week.

33. Just because people are afraid of it, doesn't mean you should hug it. Not even if Merlin says to.

34. Just because someone stole your food, does not mean you should "Call in a favor" and have Elizabeth sing until someone gives up who stole it

34a. Update: The above applies to Nero as well.

35. Just because I have an innate fear of the Lancer version of my female counterpart, does not mean I can steal her horse and run away because of that fear.

36. Making King Hassan say "Omae wa mou shindeiru" is not allowed, especially if you reply with "I'm already dead" just to mess with him.

37. You are fond of Mordred, we understand. But please stop teasing her. Calling her cute will be her death - KotR

38. We understand that being locked in a single room with Nobunaga can be hard, but saying it was like prison is not fair.

38a. Quoting an abridged anime is not allowed, especially if it has "Sluts" and "Prison" in the same sentence, we still don't know where you got that swim team outfit.

38b. Making a mini Excalibur and saying "Blade of Promised Prison Riots! SHANKCALIBUR" is not allowed at all, Edmond almost had a heart attack.

38c. It is noted that the Arthur and Nobunaga were almost forced to kiss, but utilizing time manipulation to see Romani's death and threaten him with "Spoilers" is not allowed.

39. Just because Merlin asked, does not mean you should dress up as a "Cutesy Idol" and perform a song with a voice changer on in front of a camera for his "Magi*Mari" stream, Romani has yet to heal from that wound.

40. Looking Mordred in the eye and saying "Mordred, I am your father" is not allowed, especially when you have her surrounded by all the versions of her "Father", even the ones that just look like "Him".

41. "I solomly swear I am up to no good" is not what you say while standing behind the Director in the Lost Room, she died once already, we don't need her worrying about what you will do.

41a. "Remember that time you became a Loli" is not to be said around Olga Marie after what happened after she was... Killed.

42. Quoting Kamina from Gurren Lagann is banned, especially after everyone believed you were actually erased from the throne. Only to find you a month later taking off an invisibilty cloak and sneaking into the mens bathrooms to shave.

43. Anime is fun to watch, but please. Stop trying to explain why a certain character would be within the Throne of Heroes.

43a. Stop. Asking. When. I. Will. Summon. ISSEI HYOUDOU! -Gudao

43b. BOOSTED GEAR SCALE MAIL! -Arthur

43c. BOOSTO? -Siegfried

44. Valentines is a wonderful thing, we get it. But making everyone in Chaldea chocolate by going around and hunting in various areas is not needed, we have too much already.

45. Stop Rickrolling, that was so early 2000s, get with the golden times old man -Kintoki

45a. EX-

46. Commenting on the impractical armors of the female knights that walk around is not needed, we have gotten complaints about how they feel harassed -Staff Member

46a. I just wanted to help out... -Arthur

47. I am not to sing anything ever again, the reason isn't because I am bad, no. Everyone agrees I am quite good. But its the genre I sing coupled with my Charisma rank. Seems love songs should not be sung. How sad.

48. Just because I have cat ears, does not mean you should give me Catnip - Atalanta

48a. The same was repeated for Alter.

48b. Along with Tamamo Berserker.

49. "Merlin told me to do it" is no longer an excuse that is accepted, even if he did make you do it.

50. LITERALLY ALL THE THINGS ON THIS LIST ARE BECAUSE OF MERLIN, STOP LISTENING TO HIM.

51. I'm only responsible for a quarter of these, stop blaming me for your troubles, Normies -Merlin

Kiyohime asks Arthur what to do to catch Gudao's attention. Arthur tells her to turn into his most cherished person. She turns into Gudako and tries to force Gudao into sex.

[thedivinetarot-2]

Hi sweetie! I saw you were doing matchups and was wondering if you could do one for me? 😊

Appearance: I have long reddish brown hair and green eyes. I am quite tall (177cm or 5 feet 9) and I have an hourglass figure. I also wear glasses.

Mbti/zodiac: ENFJ/ virgo

Things I love: learning new things, traveling and adventures

Things I hate: cold weather, boredom and ignorant people

Hobbies: acting, singing, volunteering (mostly at youth and kids clubs) , reading and working out/ going to the gym

Pet peeves: eating with mouth open and snoring (I'm a very light sleeper 🙈)

Turn offs: arrogance and if they are way too overprotective (I'm quite independent and need my freedom)

Love languages: physical touch and quality time

Thank you in advance and I hope you have a wonderful day! ❤️🌸

Thank you @miraclesilverlining for your request 💕

Enjoy ❤.

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I've decided to match you with....

💚 Issac Newton 💚

☆ How you both attracted to each other?

- Issac was fascinated by your personality since the first day you come to the mansion.

- He was watching you talking about your time and how this affected on you when you travel from your time to another time.

- You were surprised that Issac Newton still alive after all this time so you start to ask him about his life and what is the reason for him to become a vampire.

- You were curious about his life until he told you that he doesn't trust anyone.

- Feeling sad about what just happened you told yourself that you shouldn't interfere of anything about him.

- But you couldn't resist him at all.

- You told yourself to befriend him and you started to discuss physical equation with him and Theories about the universe.

- At this point Issac felt comfortable around you and he started to open up slowly telling you how much he is lonely.

- He was insecure about everything his height، his character and when you know that you start to reassure him that he is the best and you wouldn't leave him alone.

☆ What's your zodiac/mbti say about your relationship?

Virgo×Capricorn

- This couple complete each other.

- They both are practical and smart so it wouldn't be so hard to trust each other.

- Virgo and Capricorn are a sweetly matched pair that can become wholly devoted to one another.

- Neither wants a fly-by-night affair and will instantly pick up on the earthy depth as promising for a long-term relationship.

- Both need the reassurance of respect.

- Both find loyalty and enduring love a big draw.

- Virgos can't resist Capricorn's charm.

- Capricorn find virgo loyal and trustworthy.

☆ MBTI:

ENFJ×INTP

- INTPs and ENFJs may be different, but they work well in balancing each other.

- INTPs are more easygoing and logical.

- while ENFJs are more emotionally connected and organized.

- INTPs can help ENFJs see new possibilities when making decisions.

- ENFJs can help INTPs stay on track and achieve big goals.

- I can see that the only conflict may face you both is boredom.

- While ENFJs need a romantic partner INTPs doesn't really care about this stuff.

- They may work well if INTPs take care of ENFJs in a romantic way this may help them together.

- Also ENFJs need to give INTPs some time alone.

- I can see this two conflict during your relationship with Issac.

- That he should be more romantic and fun and you should give him some time alone.

☆ Dating headcanons:

This one includes NSFW and SFW

1) SFW headcanons:

- Stargazing need I say more.

- He would invent a telescope and take you at night to stargaze together.

- If the weather were cold he will cuddle with you in his room، spreading lots of butterfly kisses on your forehead، nose and your lips.

- Or if he have a work at the university he will take you there with him.

- Once he was at his desk writing essay and you were setting reading and waiting until he finish his work and you couldn't hold yourself feeling the warmth of the fireplace near to you. falling asleep slowly Issac was staring at you.

- After that he talk a blanket that was in his office wrapping it around you kissing your forehead slowly to not waking you up.

- Cooking with Issac are really sweet experiment and you both had fun that night.

- He will take you to a tour around Paris.

- Since he is a professor in his college he would travel to Oxford for his work and you were really excited to see 19th century Oxford.

- It was a long night when you both traveled on a train in one another embrace.

2) NSFW headcanons:

- Where to start M where?! Oh here.

- Probably you both made love in the train.

- Issac didn't have many relationships after turning into a vampire.

- But he isn't clueless about sex or intimate relationships.

- He have his own experiences before turning into a vampire.

- He love 69 position so much since he can hide his face and pleasuring his partner without getting shy or awkward.

- He wouldn't make lots of eye contact with his partner he prefer everything to be slow and sensual.

- While you're lying down on his bed he will spread your legs wide as much as he could.

- After feeling that you're close he will dive into you losing control of himself.

- Literally his moans are loud it is louder than you do.

- Also he is into French kisses. he will pull you to give you the hottest kisses ever.

- Hmm I can see him biting you quite a lot during love making.

- He know how to satisfy you well.

☆ Relationship headcanons:

- Being Issac's girlfriend you should handle Arthur and Dazai's teasing most of the time.

- He wouldn't really like the idea of you volunteering and helping the others because of the fact that he is afraid of you getting hurt or maybe someone wants to kidnap you. Like mc in every single route .

- He would like the idea of you acting in theatres with Shakespeare، also he would encourage you to become the best.

- You don't have to worry anymore when you feel cold because he will stay by your side and make you feel warm and safe in his arms.

- He is so sweet and warm.

- Possessive but not to the point that make him stalk you since he need alone time as I mentioned above.

- I can say that he would feel jealous when you start to help the suitors with their business.

- Will grab your arm taking you into the library then he will corner you between his arms، kissing you hungerly until you feel breathless.

-" Don't smile to another one except me would you?" he said. And here I'm crying in the corner of my room (ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣﹏ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣).

☆ Other possible match:

- Leonardo Da Vinci.

- William Shakespeare.

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☆ Note:

- I'm really sorry for making you wait this long.

- I hope you find it interesting.

- I will start to write a one-shot that was on my old blog so I wouldn't open my ask box for now.

- Also I have some headcanons that I will publish soon.

- My ask box are colse for now.

- Have a nice day/evening💛💙.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hello, darling ^--^ Sorry if this seems weird, but could we get a continuation of the fic about Arthur's wedding night? You wrote it so beautifully and eloquently, Arthur making love to his Mrs. Fleck for the first time as his wife sounds so sweet. I could imagine him being vocal but so lovey (make it as smutty or as non-smutty as you want) and I just wanted to mention, I love your blog and the love you have for Arthur overwhelms me with emotion, kay bye I love you T-T

Hey sweety, I cannot thank you enough for your beautiful words. OMG!!!! This means SOOOOO much to me!!!!!!! FEEL HUGGED. Your love for Arthur is a treasure as well !!!!!! And it makes me so happy everytime you talk to me about him. I really hope you like the result of PART TWO.

This also works as a stand alone story if you want to. But here is the link for part 1

Part 1 /  Arthur on his wedding day

ARTHUR`S WEDDING NIGHT

Arthur singing into your ear while making love to you was the sweetest wedding present of all. Everything felt more intense now that you married the man of your dreams. You lurked over Arthurs shoulder ,which was moving back and forth, and got a glimpse of yor wedding dress lying on the end of the bed. Buried underneath Arthurs black suit. Just like your glowing body was buried under his. Arthur supported himself with his left arm, while his right hand was tugged behind your ear, his tumb caressing your chin softly. His intense eyes soaking up your face expressions like a sponge. He needed to wittness how much you longed for him to be inside.

"Don`t stop, don`t stop singing" you begged as his voice cracked under his heavy breath. Arthur gently rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, smiling as he tried to get the lyrics right. Usually this wasnt a problem for him but right now everything that wasnt you just left his mind. There was nothing but the woman he loved and her love for him. Nothing but this room filled with both of your breaths and hopes.

He contiunued singing. Muffled moeans interrupting the song. His voice sweet as honey.

You loved his singing voice, especially now at this vulnerable state. Him singing to you was never more intimate to you than now.  The song was a promise, a second vow to you, now that it was just the two of you. As beautiful as the wedding party was today. Being here with him in bed was teh best part of getting married.

Your hand reached for the back of his head as his face was resting on your collarbone. You felt him moving inside of you, not just that but dancing to the song he was whispering, moaning into your skin. His salvia leaving little traces of his love on your skin. Footprints. Little notes. Arthur was here and he loved you.  Your hand playing with his hair was enough for him to let out a deep sigh. He was weightening heavier on your body now.

"Come here Arthur, darling. Closer. Come closer. I need you closer!" you whispered with your fingers tangled up in his curls. You knew that there was no way of getting any closer. Your body held him in the tightest embrace, inside and out. Your breath mixed with his as he stopped singing to kiss you deeply.

You could have sworn to taste the melodies in his mouth. The rythm lingering on his tongue. The lyrics of the song you danced to on your wedding still crawling up his throath. Reaching it right over to you. And your tongue welcomed it with sweet anticipation. You swallowed it all. The songs and his love for you. The future you had planned together. And even though if nothing would work out as planned you would still be together as husband and wife. You would figure it out together. Everything.

Husband. Arthur was your husband now. The once mysterious man you wanted to get to know so bad when you saw him for the first time but he was too shy to as you out for a date. The man you fell in love with the very first time he dared to look you in the eyes without turning his head. He was your heart and soul before you got married. Even before you met him. This love was written in the stars. Something inevitable. Fate.

"I know Its never close enough, baby. I know I`m so sorry, Its never....." he mumbled between the kisses. between the dances of his tongue around yours.  Your face held by his gentle hands. Your cheeks burning for him to kiss you breathless. It was true. There was no way you could be ever close enough to him and it hurt. It hurt so much to try to get closer when it wasnt phisycally possible anymore. It hurt you to the very bone and you didnt knew what to do about it.

"It hurts Arthur" you whimpered and for a second he slowed down, thinking he was hurting you. "I`m sorry....are you okay? I didnt mean to...."  he frowned.

"Noooo!" you  begged "Please dont stop, dont ever stop.... you didnt hurt me. Its just so painful that this is as close as we can get!"

"Ohhhhh" Arthur breathed in relief "I know its cruel" His hips contiunued to move, to increase the pressure again.

You wrapped your legs around his back, trying to cling to him as close as possible. Not a breath should fit between the both of you. Not a shadow or a beam of light. You wished for his skin to to melt with yours. Like your souls melted into one another a long time ago. Arrthurs soul and yours was one. One spirit exploring the universe together and you just wished for your bodies to do the same. But physical love had its limits. And there was no limit in loving on Arthur.

"Its so cruel Arthur. Please come inside."

"I am" he moaned "I am inside of you"

"The whole you. I want you to slip inside of me like a ghost. I want you to posess me, Arthur. Just get in there, please!" you almost let out a scream.

Arthur moved inside and out of you. And every inch on the way inside felt like coming home. You were his save place. His salvation.

"I`m there" he replied. His voice slightly louder now "I`m all there. My spirit is in you. Feel it! Honey, feel me. God, I want you to feel me! "

"I do. Just dont ever stop doing this to me, please. I need you to feel alive. "

Arthurs eyes rolled back in the back of his head. He was up in the clouds, surrownded by the energy that was filling the bedroom.

"I`ll never stop" he said "I`ll never stop loving you, Y/N. I`m home where you are. I`m breathing where you breathe. " He muttered, pushing you deeper into the sheets.

Your fingers traveled across Arthurs backbone. Feeling the soft surface of his skin and the abstractly beautiful bone structure underneath. His bruices healed. His soul did. Yor love was the cure and he was yours.

You wanted him, you wanted him so bad you wanted to be him. You wanted to know how it is to own his body, to be his mind. You wanted to know how it would be to switch places right now. To be in his position. To love you. being him was the closest you could possibly get.

But you were still you. And it hurt and it hurt and it hurt.

And it was so good. So pure and you were never resting in yourself as much as now that you felt like you`re about to transform into a bundle of pure energy, so you were able to enter his body and warm him from the inside. And he would keep you save like a shell protecting its pearl.

Wittnessing the bliss crossing his beautiful face made you heat up. So much you though you would burn. Your arousal was hitting you hard. Like a fire spreading and you let go while your lips were searching for his. Searching for his scar.

Arthur felt your body trembling under his chest. Knowing he was the reason for you to get this high on love he reached his own point too.

"Oh my god, my sweet, sweet darling" he moaned, his kisses becoming sloppy and wet. "I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you....oh fuck......" Arthur pressed his face into the crook of your neck as if you were his favourite pillow while he climaxed with his eyes closed.

Your hand reached down his beautiful buttckeek, caressing it in circles. He smirked. You couldnt see it with his face buried in your neck but you felt it.

"Oh Arthur. " you whispered.

Thats was all you said.

There was nothing left to say.

Only to feel.

To love.

And to be.

Forever.

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Old Friends

Hisirdoux x reader. Platonic! It had a theme I swear but then I couldn't stop writing. This takes place after Merlin's death but  before Douxie and Nari leaves for New York. There's a little timeskip to the present Douxie in New York as well.

word count: 5k

History was not your favourite subject. You loathed it actually, but when the topic of Camelot came around in class you were absolutely thrilled! To you any lesson that seemed like the fantasy shows you watched made you attentive. This wasn't your usual telling of the Camelot tales, the fall of King Arthur and the knights of the roundtable. No, your professor had gone the extra mile of stating that Merlin, a great wizard, was also a key factor in this tale. Accompanied by his apprentice named Hisirdoux. According to him, the Camelot battle was just some side plot that was hiding the bigger story. The fact that King Arthur's sister, Morgana was a sorceress who only wanted to reign destruction. The rest of the class waved it off. Mr Choi was no stranger to conspiracy theories. You always knew there was some truth to your teacher's words. Even if the truth was buried in a few myths it was still there right?

For the whole day you couldn't get the thought of wizards out of your head. It was farfetched but not unbelievable. You knew wizards, witches, and warlocks existed. They had to! The worldwide witch trials were proof of it. Whether or not some of the people were just simple humans and some secretly having power over the arts, there was definitely proof that they existed. Even if the proof was downright criminal. It's just like humans to kill the things they don't understand.

Yawning, you had a lot of time to research the fact that Merlin was indeed present at King Arthur's death and perhaps even beforehand. Your teacher had urged you to go to the nearest bookstore and find evidence to either build your case or deny it. Of course you chose the first. Something was telling you that you'd have no trouble looking for information. Call it a gut feeling. Though you decided to head home first and see what the internet had to offer. Your nearest bookstore wasn't too far from your home. On your way there you couldn't help but wonder about the wizard Merlin and if it was true about him having an apprenticee. Even even storing about Morgana seemed way too good to be true. How cool would it have been to be alive in that era! Watching brave knights and seeing magic first hand. Perhaps they even had monsters-

Your thoughts were cut off by you colliding with something. You stumbled back managing to take a fall. Did you run into a pole somehow? Groaning you opened your eyes to see a hand stretched out towards you. It belonged to a man. One with black hair and blue tips. Hesitantly you took it and he helped pull you up on your feet. Offering you a smile and a pat on the head he apologized. "Terribly sorry about that little lady, you should always watch where you're going." Perhaps it was your fault. You were too focused on daydreaming instead of looking where you were going.

"Its my fault. I wasn't paying attention." You nodded as your eyes darted down to his hand. What an interesting watch he was wearing. It almost seemed as if it was glowing. Looking down at your own wrist you grew surprised and started walking again. "Thank you for the help. I've got to get going." You waved at him before picking up your pace. Your parents weren't fans of you going out into town during the night so you needed to make it home quick before it got too dark out for you to come back to the bookstore.

After your arrival home you spent an hour searching for anything that mentioned this wizard Merlin. You came up empty handed. There was a lot of information about the battle at Camelot but most of it was centered around the King and what he had done. About his knights and even mentioned him having a sister. But there was absolutely nothing to be found about wizards. Sighing you let your head hit your desk. Books would be your only answer now. History required a lot of reading and you were much better processing information given to you orally. It's not that you found books boring it's just that when it came to history it was extremely extensive and there were oh so many details. It gave you a headache and after a while you could barely remember the key details.

Grabbing your house keys you told your father that you wouldn't be out too late and that you would only be going around the block to the bookstore. He was wary at first but as soon as he heard that it was for a school project he relaxed. Ah yes adults and their 'school is everything' mindset. He told you to be safe and you laughed at the comment once you walked out the door. This is Arcadia. The townsfolk might as well be invincible at this point. The amount of damages this place has seen and the way that everyone just becomes immune to it at some point is honestly astounding.

As you swung open the door of the bookstore that was about 2 blocks from your home you smiled as the scent of books hit your nose. A lot of people you knew found the scent suffocating or have told you that it made then sneeze. It didn't bother you at all in that aspect.

The front desk was right ahead and you didn't see anyone there so you took it upon yourself to browse. Who ever was working this shift had to have known a customer came. The door had a little bell that rang when you entered. It was odd that there weren't any alphabetical organization of the books so that meant the workers probably knew where everything was by memory. It would be a pain to fire someone and have to teach a new worker where everything was. You knew for a fact that if you worked here you would be absolutely lost when it came to the whereabouts of any book here.

You were heading into another aisle and stopped once you saw one of the workers. He was on a ladder putting up some of the books. You couldn't see his face but for some odd reason you look familiar. Then you realized it once you saw him reaching to put a book back in place. The weird watch on his arm, that was the man you ran into just an hour ago. What a coincidence that he worked here at the bookstore. "You!" Pointing your finger at him you watched as he screamed and lost his balance. Resulting in him falling off the ladder. You wanted to move and help him but you could only watch in fear as the ladder tipped over as well. It could have crushed him if he didn't move out of the way fast enough. You watched as this man rolled over out of the way and laid there on his back panting. "I've never felt that frightened since I dropped from the sky."

What was he talking about. Nervously walking over you glance over at the ladder then at him. You didn't mean to cause so much harm. What if he hurt his ankle really badly? Or dislocated something. "Sorry mister." You said offering a weak smile and an outstretched hand.

"Not mister." He groaned accepting your hand as you pulled him up. Dusting off his clothes he looked down at you. "Just Douxie." He said before moving to pick the ladder back up. While he leaned it against the bookshelf you wondered why his name had a familiar ring to it. Douxie.... it was quite unique, almost old fashioned. If that was his full name you knew for sure it was at least French in origin. Doux meant soft or sweet in the language. And the -ie ending just made you giggle. His name could be translated to sweetie or softie. Judging by his appearance that was probably not something he would enjoy being called.

"Softie huh?" You chuckled. He turned to walk over to you with a face full of confusion.

"What?" He asked. Douxie was really wondering what had made you laugh. All he did was say his name. He's gotten weird looks before because of it and the occasional "Did your mother really name you that?" But he never saw a problem with it. His name was definitely rare but even he has heard some names that would put his to shame. He prefers going by Douxie instead of his full name because well he was no longer living in the 12th century and well 21st century people can be cruel. Especially kids like you.

"Doux in french can mean sweet or soft. I think it fits you well." You were obviously teasing him.

"It's short for Hisirdoux." Douxie rolled his eyes and tapped his foot. "I thought you would've taken my advice the last time we spoke." He chuckled. "Now then what brings you to my humble shop?" He asked mentioning for you to follow him.

Your feet were moving slowly as you followed him. Your mind however was raging. Did he just say his name was short for Hisirdoux? That was not a common name in any way, shape, or form and if he was telling you he shared the same name with a wizard you needed information about you'd be lying if you said you weren't bouncing around right now.

He seemed to have noticed your current state of excitement and decided to address it. He couldn't recall saying anything that would've resulted in you staring up at him like he saved the universe or something. Granted, he has but it's not like you would've known about it. "What is it?" He asked slowly, knowing that the last time he asked this question it was only met with a silly remark.

"Your name is Hisirdoux?" You asked once for confirmation and he nodded. Clapping you gently gripped his arm. "Are you telling me that you share the name with a wizard that may have been around in the 12th century and may have been involved in the battle for Camelot? Not to mention the apprentice of a wizard named Merlin?!" Your eyes were huge now. Douxie thinks they resembled a chameleon's but that wouldn't be very nice to say to a girl. Besides how did you even know about him. He wasn't in the history books. No, that was just Arthur and maybe a bit of Morgana. Merlin also wasn't involved in too many stories read by humans. The only people that knew about him nowadays were Jim, Claire, Steve, and the other kids that were mixed up in the time travel drama. Anyone else was probably familiar with magic or was someone who knew of his master's death.

Anyway, you knew quite a bit and it could potentially be disastrous if the Arcane order were to find you. The possibility is slim to none but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. He just couldn't let you run around saying that you met a wizard, not that you could prove it, but it would be better for him to diffuse this situation now. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Douxie hummed as he attempted to lean on the wall casually. He accidentally tripped on the broom but managed to settle himself on the wall despite it.

"Oh Douxie I was supposed to tell you that Merlin-" a voice said but came to a stop. You and Douxie looked up to see a a flying cat descend to the floor. You were quite shocked but this had to mean that you were right. No ordinary librarian had a talking and flying cat with glasses. Besides he said Merlin's name too. There was no way he was getting out of this.

There really was no way douxie was getting out of this. Dragging his hands down his face he gave a glare to Archie who immediately stopped flying and instead meowed. As if that would help him. You've already interrogated him and managed to witness his non human best friend who happened to be a familair talking and flying. Maybe he should just resort to answering your questions after all. It didn't seem like you would leave empty handed. Besides he was curious about how much you knew too. Beckoning you to follow him you smiled as the cat brushed between your legs and moved to catch up to Douxie.

He guided you to a table and pulled out your chair before sitting in the one opposite from you. Resting his chin in his palms you stared at one another. He looked tired. There were literal bags under his eyes and- oh he just yawned. Now that you were actually face to face with him you were sort of nervous. Sure he may seem cool on the outside but he was still a wizard who lived this long. Maybe he sacrificed kids for his immortality. Just then his cat nudged his foot and he sat up straight. The guy was totally dozing off. In Douxie's defense he was too busy saving Arcadia to think about regulating his sleep schedule, not to mention the fact that he had like three part time jobs and also needed to continue his wizard studies while protecting Nari.

You offered a smile and he rubbed his eyes. Oh yeah, you were supposed to be having a conversation. Archie jumped into his lap and he gently stroked his friend while he spoke. "As you have somehow figured out. My name is Hisirdoux Casperan and yes I'm a wizard. This is my Archie, he's a familiar and my best friend who can also shape shift. You're correct about my involvement in the war and being Merlin's apprentice but how in the world do you know all of this?" He was curious as to why this kid was sitting in his bookstore at 7pm inquiring about his old life in Camelot.

When you inhaled Douxie had expected a brief response not a full on ramble. "Okay so my teacher started telling us about Camelot and the battle. He said you were there and your master too! That the two of you helped greatly and there was something about the King's evil sister but he couldn't get into all the details because well it's a research project. What kind of research project would this be if he just gave us all the answers, you know? Anyway everyone else thinks he's making it all up but I'm totally going to get the best score because I've actually met a wizard!"

Douxie only nodded slowly to show that he had in fact heard you. Did he understand? A little your words were way too jumbled and he swore he heard something about a sea search? Who knows the main point was that your teacher had told you all about this and from the looks of it the rest of your classmates. Definitely alarming, he was a bit worried that someone else out there knew the truth of what happened. Someone that wasn't directly involved. He just hoped that the information he gave to you wouldn't be used recklessly. By the sound of it the rest of your classmates would rule it off as some piece of fiction and maybe, just maybe  your teacher would think it was ridiculous too. The latter seemed the most difficult.

Now it was his turn to riddle off information. He started simply from the beginning about how he became Merlin's apprentice then went on to talk about the battle, how he got his cool staff, Merlin's unfortunate death and what happened with Atthur and Morgana. He left out Nari for obvious reasons and the fact that a few of your classmates may have been involved. You don't need all of those details for your report after all.

You were thrilled really that not only was a master wizard sitting in front of you but the whole story checked out and you were glad you asked for that pen and paper earlier. Not only did you get to witness his magic but it also allowed you to write down everything important. "Its a shame really." You hummed.

Archie had long gone off to take his nap not feeling very up to listening to the retelling of incidents. Truthfully he didn't want to be reminded about Merlin's death again. Douxie had to hold himself together as well when he mumbled out the fact that his master had died. He still blames himself and sometimes he gets nightmares but he shouldn't dwell on that right now. "What is?" He asked watching you scratch down sloppy notes.

Sighing you placed your pen down gently on the paper as your eyes ran over the text before peeking up at the guy before you. "That someone as great as you didn't make the history books."

It grew silent and you stayed quiet as you watched the look of uncertainty on his face. In the past 30 minutes of sitting in this bookstore you've learned that Hisidoux Casperan was probably one of the greatest people you've ever met by chance. He basically saved the world and nobody even knew. He was so...normal. It was difficult to believe he had been alive for 919 years now. Sure he had an extensive vocabulary filled with British slang and words that date back centuries but he fit into the mold of the 21st century so well. You guessed that's why no one was able to find out about his secret. He was great at adapting.

Hisirdoux didn't exactly understand where you were coming from. He's told you the story you wanted to hear. He thought the hero was painted as clear as day. His master Merlin. Even if you didn't pick up on that it seemed a bit farfetched for you to assume that he was the hero of this story. He wanted to tell you that you've got it all wrong. That he had no place in those books your school deemed mandatory. But you interrupted him before he could speak.

"It's alright." You said standing up while collecting your paper. "Even when the years go by I'll surely remember the master wizard. The apprentice who became a legend. I'll write this down someday, that way your legacy won't be lost." You moved towards the door as you spoke and he followed after you. Interested in what you were saying. "I'll call it the Tales of Hisirdoux." A goofy grin made its way on your face. "What do you think?" You turned back to get his response.

Shaking his head with a smile he opened the door for you. "I think it'll be a best seller some day. Just make sure you pass your report first."

"It's a research paper." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Uh huh.....there's a difference?" Douxie asked trying to blink the sleepiness away as he yawned.

"I can forgive that. Only because you're really old." You teased giving him a peace sign when you bid him farewell and hurried back home. Your parents would freak but hey at least you were being assured an A.

Douxie watched you leave before shutting the door. "What an interesting kid." He thought aloud.

Douxie wrestled with the doorknob to his apartment. He didn't know why they needed so many locks. If the Arcane Order showed up they most likely wouldn't stop to pick it. They'd probably just knock the blasted door down. But Alas, his familiar wanted to make sure Nari was safe from New York thieves, as if he couldn't handle one or two himself. Finally getting it opened he entered then kicked it closed. "Archie did you leave any pizza for Nari and me? You know I'm running low on money and-" he was taking off his shoes when he felt a spike in magic. How did he not notice it before he came in? He was on high alert as he slowly looked up. There was Archie, Nari, and some random girl standing in his kitchen obviously interrupted from their precious conversation.

"Douxie!" The girl smiled as she came charging towards him. Did he know her? Crushing him in a hug he felt the remaining life drain from him in an instant. He was already tired from working at the pizzeria downtown and the subway ride back had him in shambles. Seriously, how could you just allow your baby to wail like that? He would've moved but that would be considered rude and there weren't any empty seats. The last thing he wanted to do was squeeze himself under five other people holding onto one pole.

"Okay okay you're squeezing the daylights out of me." He muttered gently pushing the girl back.

"You don't sound so happy to see me. I mean for someone that's writing a book about your legacy you would think I'd get a hug back or I don't know a hello?" You huffed crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head.

Hisirdoux was beyond confused. With a raised eyebrow and a familiar that was expecting him to say something he took another look at you and sighed. "Alright love, just tell me who you are, why you're in my apartment, and if you're just here to lead the Arcane Order to us don't you think you could have done this earlier in the day to save me the trouble of going to work?" Originally he thought that maybe Nari had gone from collecting plants to collecting New Yorkers but with the magic radiating from you he knew it was a little unrealistic.

It was your turn to be confused. "Arcane Order?" You repeated. Who the hell was that? Glancing down to Archie who was no longer sitting on the countertop but rather brushing past your legs you smiled.

"Hisirdoux, since you're not aware this is y/n, from Arcadia." He spoke as he pushed his glasses back. Nari had soon joined your side as well looking ecstatic to see a new face.

Arcadia? The only kids he knew from Arcadia was the trollhunters gang and that little girl who-

Wait.

You were that little girl?!

You laughed as his sudden realization affected his expression. He didn't have droopy eyelids anymore and wasn't standing like he was about to pass out from exhaustion. No matter how long he's lived he still can't sleep regularly. You sighed internally. Would you end up like him too? "Y/n L/n." You stuck your hand out. "Perhaps I didn't state my name when I pestered you three years ago."

Douxie accepted your hand shake before shuffling over to the couch. You followed him and took a seat as he did. Archie had curled up on his lap and Nari wormed her way beside you. His couch was fit for two people but Nari was smaller than you were so she managed to fit fine. "What brings you to New York y/n?" The wizard asked as he stared at the television. It seemed that after he realized you weren't a threat his tired mood had made a reappearance.

"I'm going to NYU this year and a certain sorceress mentioned that you were in New York so I decided to drop by." You answered. Honestly, you had wished to see Douxie after you turned in your research report but it had been too late. You weren't able to see him on that day or the next. It took a month before you went back to the bookstore and by then he had already up and left according to Claire.

Douxie looked at you with one eyebrow raised as if he wasn't buying anything you said. "Okay fine! I'm not lying about NYU by the way but last year I started noticing weird stuff happening." You looked down at your hands then back up at your friend. He was urging you to continue. "Something dark had been following me around. I have no idea what it was or who it was until it attacked me. I managed to run away at least I thought I did but this thing cornered me. I must have gotten so scared to the point that I blasted it." A yellow ball of light shone in your palm. "I've never done anything like that before and I was scared it would return so I tried my best to read some of those books you left lying around in the bookstore. The ones about magic. When I learned a few basic spells I knew it wouldn't be enough to protect my family so I decided to track you down. So here I am." The glowing light came to a stop.

Douxie was thinking. Something attacked you, something that scared you to the point you unleashed magic you never knew you had. It could only be the Arcane Order but why would they come after you? Was it possible that they already knew about your powers? Dragging his hand down his face he yawned. "How about you get some sleep and we talk about this later?" You suggested.This man looked exhausted. Archie had briefly mentioned that Douxie worked all the way across town from where they live at a pizza parlour during the weekdays on top of another job at a fish market down the block on the weekends all while tackling odd jobs and making sure there was a protection spell around the apartment at all times. No wonder he was drained.

"No no it's okay." Another yawn escaped and you stood up only to grab a blanket and drape it over him.

"Master wizards need their energy." You reminded him as he settled into the couch.

"But-"

"Don't but anything me Douxie. I'll make sure to leave out the fact that you're sleep deprived in the book. Don't want the kids thinking they can do anything without needing a good night's rest." You said using your magic to turn down the television. It was five in the afternoon now, you could just hang out with Nari and Archie until he woke up.

Hisirdoux reminded himself to offer you some of the pizza in the fridge whenever he woke up. You decided to continue your conversation from earlier with Archie and Nari back in the kitchen. "Are you going to ask him?" Nari asked as she tended to her plants.

"I don't know. He has a lot on his plate right now I don't think I want to add more. Besides what if he says no? What do I do then just go back to my ordinary life and hope that thing doesn't find me?" You opened the fridge to help yourself to whatever they had. To your amusement they had pizza. Knowing this family's circumstances it would be best to leave them with what they have but Archie was currently begging you to put him out of his misery. They had been eating pizza for about a month now and no matter the different toppings the smell of it alone was dreadful. Archie was quite glad that Douxie didn't come home with a box today.

"Douxie may be busy but he's not heartless. Now that he knows you're in danger and this may be linked to the Arcane Order the chances of him saying yes outweigh the chances of him saying no." Archie riddled off. It sounded like he was scolding you but you knew he was just looking out for you. Pouting you threw a slice on a plate and stuck it in the microwave for a minute.

"Who's this Arcane Order anyway?" You grumbled. If they even made Douxoe scared then they were a big deal. The wizard was a bit of scaredy cat though so maybe he was just in his head again. You think he would've improved in three years. You watched as Archie stretched out his back and Nari tried to shush you. Weird. Even they seemed to be on edge and well Nari was a literal goddess was she not? And Archie was a cat who could speak! Okay he was a really powerful familiar who took on the form of a feline but still. Grabbing your pizza from the microwave you desperately blew on it.

"A group of very evil people who ate after Nari. Before Merlin died he trusted Hisirdoux with protecting her." Archie said hopping off the counter and onto the floor.

You almost dropped your hot pizza out of shock. The greatest wizard is dead? "H-how long has he been...you know?" You asked as Nari picked up Archie and stroked him gently.

"About 3 years." The girl said with a sad smile. "Merlin gave his life to protect me and it's the last thing I want Douxie to do." She glanced over at his body now sprawled out on the couch as light snores could be heard.

"3 years?" You spoke in disbelief. That meant he would've died around the time you first met him. That was when you realized that he had never strayed from telling the story of Camelot those years ago. He didn't give you the luxury of extra details he kept it simple and straightforward. Not spending too much time on Merlin and Morgana's personalities in fact he would somehow direct the conversation back to you and your childish enthusiasm about the tale. Allowing you to add your own input. You suppose he's been on the Earth long enough to know how to build people's narratives. Besides you wouldn't have noticed it then, you were merely a child. One that had no idea about the mess she was getting into. You took a bite of your pizza and sighed. That cool wizard you met 3 years ago was just a guy stuck in some eternal time loop with his cat and adopted sister. Running from danger while working too many jobs and not getting enough rest. You were seriously contemplating not going to college to help him out.

Okay so what you met some weird wizard three years ago on a whim but now that you had magical powers maybe you could assist him in some way. He wouldn't have to be living on a prayer anymore. You could help him take down those bad guys and then he wouldn't have to stay in hiding like this. He would be safe to roam the world along with Nari and Archie. If he was in your place you think he'd do the same. He is awfully selfless. To the point that you knew he was planning on giving his own life during the Camelot battle. It still chills you to this day to think about it. Maybe you would take that offer the familiar was pushing you towards. Archie and Nari were staring at you worriedly. You did basically stop talking.

With the last bite of your pizza you stepped forward with a grin. "I'll do it. I'll ask Douxie to be my mentor and I'll help him fight the Arcane Order!" You declared loudly. Nari had accidentally dropped Archie when she went to clap. A hiss came from Archie as he was about to mouth her off.

"I'm trying to sleep!" Douxie slurred from the couch. You wondered if he was conscious enough to know what you were saying.

"Sorry master" you chuckled alongside Archie and Nari.

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A Ponderous Rewatch: Cameo in Sir Yaksalot

We’re having a mini-post about a cameo for this entry, and it’s the longest and most involved cameo yet. Plus, it’s animated by TMS Entertainment, which is always a delight to see.

Let’s take a look at “Sir Yaksalot”.

This has nothing to do with Pinky and the Brain, but I thought I’d point it out anyway since I find it delightful. Back in the late 1970s, TMS Entertainment animated the Lupin the 3rd “Red Jacket” anime series. In this episode the very first populated scene has an appearance by Jigen, who is one of the characters in that anime. I imagine this easter egg flew right over the heads of most of the western audience back in the 90s. It’s so charming that TMS made reference to their old work all these years later.

If you’ve never watched this Lupin the 3rd anime, have a few out-of-context bizarre and funny moments from the series to get a taste of it. It’s a delight.

Anyway, the basic run-down of this episode is that it takes place in Camelot, where Sir Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table live. All is pretty peaceful until a dragon starts attacking the place, burning down houses, and roasting people alive in the street.

…Like so.

But hey, that doesn’t have anything to do with our duo of mice, right?

Well, I hate to have to spoil the whole twist to the situation here, but it’s kind of important to do so for the analyzing purposes of this rewatch. So what’s the twist?

The dragon is actually a mecha assembled and piloted by Pinky and the Brain.

I’ve gotta say, this is actually quite bizarre for the duo to do. Brain’s plans are nearly always non-violent. And even if the odd plan involves violence or lasting harm, Pinky is quick to admonish Brain for doing so.

But now in this episode we have them terrorizing a kingdom, burning down houses, burning folks left and right… What’s going on here?!? I mean, I guess the part where they’re roasting people is moreso in a cartoony character-is-just-blackened-with-soot-and-they’re-fine kind of way, but still.

OH LORD, IT’S HEADED FOR US!

Anyway, the “dragon” defeats the knights of the kingdom and begins trying to break into the castle.

We’re going to skip a large part of the story here as it doesn’t involve the mice directly. All you need to know is that King Arthur asks Merlin to conjure up a brave and powerful knight to slay the dragon…and Merlin’s magic summons the Warner Siblings instead. Eventually, the Warners agree to do their best to get rid of Camelot’s dragon problem.

Meanwhile, the dragon has gone back to the kingdom at large to continue the rampage. I guess the castle door was too much of an obstacle for some reason?

Oh no, they’ve spotted something…

BOYS, NO! What the fuck?!?

I guess…I guess you could say that since this is actually a mecha that we’re looking at here, this old man would just be held hostage inside the belly area and our duo is just doing a really good acting job at the moment. However, this is still something that’s really, really out of Pinky and Brain’s usual modus operandi. Maybe Brain’s the one doing all the work at the moment and Pinky’s somewhere else in the mecha, distracted and unaware of the chaos happening? That’s the only way this could make any sort of sense to me, and having Brain working by himself without Pinky there do second-guess him and be his conscience usually results in Brain getting more carried away and having his morals slip a bit.

“Comedy! Dragon comedy! The best dragon comedians in all of Camelot!”

Oh thank goodness for your distraction, Yakko!

“Right here, free peasant with every drink! Oh yes, right this way, sir!”

“Hmm?”

The dragon goes right on in. Curiosity got the better of Brain, I suppose.

“And now, dragons and drag-ettes, the Camelot Comedy Cabaret presents the funniest dragon in all of Camelot: Henny Dragon!”

Oh my lord, Yakko, that dragon kigurumi is adorable!

“Ah-haha! Thank you, thank you! You’re too kind!”

“Hey, how about that lady in the lake? I mean, how long can she hold her breath?”

Aww, Wakko has one too.

“Hehehehehe…”

All right, this is totally not Brain at the reins anymore. He’s not one for these kinds of jokes. I’m guessing Pinky got curious about what was going on and Brain let him have control for a little while?

“Candy? Gum? Dynamite?”

And there’s Dot in her own costume! You look very cute, sweetie.

The dragon shakes his head in refusal, but—

“On the house, sugar.”

The dragon’s all blushy and he mumbles something unintelligible and waves in thanks. Yeah, that’s definitely not Brain controlling the mecha anymore.

“How ‘bout that King Arthur, huh? I’ll never forget the first time we met—“

“—but I’m tryin’.”

Oh boy, the dragon’s laughter is getting more intense and…umm. Hmm. I think we all know where this is going.

“I’m slayin’ ‘em.”

[snerk] Thanks, Yakko.

“Hey hey! What’s green and stands in the corner?”

“A naughty frog.”

We’ve got full-on belly laughs here, folks. It’s only a matter of time now.

“Naw, really, you’ve been a great audience. We’re outta here!”

Welp, here we go.

Yeah, sorry. This one’s all on you, buddy.

HOLY SHIT! That’s much more violent an explosion than I was expecting!

See you, space cowboy.

There’s the reveal. How did Brain (with some help from Pinky) assemble a mecha like this in medieval times? He’s just that good, I suppose.

This junked mecha is giving me Five Nights at Freddy’s vibes and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

“Ah hehahe—‘naughty frog’! Narf! AhHAhaha!”

There’s our boys! Man, TMS makes them so adorable. Look at Pinky’s smile! He’s so precious. And Brain is, too, even though he’s so frustrated right now. ‘Lil grumpy-gus…

“Hysterical, Pinky.”

BONK!

“Zort!”

“…Mice?”

“But WHY?!?”

Honestly, King Arthur? Same.

“We were trying to destroy Camelot in yet another attempt to take over the world.”

W-were you, now? I… Listen, I know you’re not one to think about the details at all, Brain, but this is on a whole other level.

“Come, Pinky. Back to the drawing board.”

“’Stands in the corner’… ‘Naughty frog’… Ah HAHAHAHA!”

SMACK!

“They’re Pinky! They’re Pinky and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain--!~”

SPLAT!

That’s it for the cameo. It sure was…something. I honestly don’t know quite what to make of it. The whole Pinky and the Brain twist doesn’t really work unless you make some leaps of logic to try and puzzle out who was in charge of the mecha and when, and it’s an overly aggressive and violent plan…which is very rare for the two mice.

At least the animation was a joy to look at!

[incantavaxx]

(PART 1)

Wtfock: Look, can you all shut up please? I understand now, it was hell week, not hell weeks, fine, I heard wrong, my bad. It was more fun like this anyway.

Skam France: FUN?! You call that fun?!

Skam OG: Kids, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop. Fighting. You’re brothers, you’re supposed to love each- Druck, leave Skam Austin’s hair right now!

Skam Espana: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Skam OG: ENOUGH. Come on, sit, all of you. I have to get out and take care of some things, just chill here for a while, watch some TV.

Skam France: Netflix&Chill? *winks*

Druck: You’re such a perv, hey, everyone, Skam France is a PERV!

Skam France: Shut up, your face is a perv!

Druck: Oh yeah? Then your face is a-

Skam OG: KIDS. ENOUGH.

*Skam France and Druck pout.*

Wtfock: So what do we watch?

Skam Austin: Can we watch me for once please?

Skam Espana: No, let’s watch me, I’m clearly the best.

Druck: No, I’m the best, let’s watch me, me!

Skam France: Uuuh, who has two original seasons again? Is that you Druck? Is that Espana? No? Who is it?

Wtfock: Oh I don’t know, the one that keeps repeating it? A thousand time a day? Now, let’s watch me, I have Sander, come on.

Druck: We just watched you, stop. We need to watch m-

Skam OG: Kids, for god’s sake, just watch some Netflix. It’s full of shows. Because it’s a thing, you know. Other shows.

Skam Austin: Uh? Is Skam Brasile already out?

Skam OG: No, I mean other show. Shows that aren’t Skam.

Wtfock: What?

Skam France: Like...like other other shows?

Skam OG: Yes, other shows. Stop being self-centered and watch some Netflix. See you later, alt er love.

Wtfock – Fine, let’s see...Uh, he didn’t tell us the password before leaving.

Skam France – It’s yellow curtains, wtfock.

Wtfock – Right.

Skam Espana – You’re so stupid. What’s the password, pff.

Wtfock –Hey!

Druck – Give me the controller, there’s a new german show-

Skam France – We’re not watching a german show, Druck.

Skam Austin – Guys...

Druck – And why is that? I bet you want to watch some boring French movie instead.

Skam Austin – Guys...

Skam Espana – What about Èlite?

Skam Austin – GUYS!

Skam France – WHAT!

Skam Austin – Isn’t that...Skam Italia?

Skam France *looking around frantically* - Where? How is my hair? Do I look good?

Skam Austin – There. On Netflix. Between the new show.

Druck – What the f...no way.

Skam Espana – That’s impossible.

Wtfock – Wasn’t Skam Italia dead like three weeks ago?

Skam Italia - *suddenly appearing on the couch* I was, yeah. It didn’t stick.

Druck - What are you doing there??? *pointing at Netflix*

Skam Italia *glancing at himself*– Looking like a snack, it seems.  

Skam Espana *scoffing* Pff. So full of yourself.

Skam France – So hot.

Skam Italia – Oh hey, Skam France. Cool glasses.

Druck – Here they go again.

Skam France – Do you like them? I don’t actually need them but I like to wear them because of Arthur, you know. Because he’ll have an original season, I don’t know if you heard.

Wtfock – We all heard.

Skam Italia – Oh my god, really? That’s SO cool! Congrats!

Skam Austin – It’s kinda cute how Italia still pretends to be shocked just to make France happy, isn’t it.

Skam Espana – Disgusting it’s what it is.

Skam France – They’re so jealous of us, ignore them. Did you do something to your hair?

Skam Italia – Just some red here and there, you know? Like the N of...

Druck – Oh god.

Skam Italia – Of Net-AAAAAAH! WHAT THE FUCK, HELP, SOMETHING GRABBED ME, A ZOMBIE, HELP!

Wtfock – AAAAAAAAAAH!

Skam France – ITALIA NOOOOOO, DON’T DIE PLEASE, NOT AGAIN, DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE NOOOO

Druck – KILL THEM BOTH!

Skam Austin – Guys, chill. It’s just NL.

Skam Italia – Oh. Right. Hey NL...*Italia looks at the floor, where NL’s grey hand is around his ankle*...you look...better.

Wtfock – Better? He’s a zombie!

Skam Italia – Well, he’s...moving. Kinda. Err, NL, you there? Did you want something from my ankle?

NL – It...ita...it...

Skam Espana – Should we put him out of his misery?

Skam Austin – Espana NO!

NL – How...me...t...t...

Wtfock – I mean, it could be a mercy kill.

Skam Austin – We’re not killing NL, stop.

Skam Italia – Especially because you can’t kill zombies.

Skam France: You totally can, you just have to hit the brain. 

Druck - You must be immortal then.

NL – too...

Skam Austin – I think I got it. Italia, he wants to know how you did it, going from death to Netflix.

Skam Espana – Don’t we all.

Skam Italia *giggling* - Oh, that’s easy, when you’re as good as me, everyone wants to save you. I just chose one from the thousands of thousands of thousands

Everyone - ...

Skam Italia - ...of thousands of millions of broadcasters that offered to be my new home. I picked a random one,  why, do you know this Netflix guy?

Skam France *sighs with heart eyes*

Skam Espana – Disgusting.

Druck – Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

Skam Italia – What?

Druck – Being alive right in front of NL? You’re so selfish.

Skam Italia – Hey, I didn’t KILL NL!

Druck – No, but you’re breathing all the air that he could be breathing!

Skam Italia – You’re breathing too! Why don’t you give NL your hair if you care so much, uh?

Skam France – Yes, that’s right, why don’t you, uh??

Druck – And why don’t you give one of your season to NL instead? You don't need that many!

Skam France – Because NL doesn’t speak French, duh! They need their own season, not mine.

Skam Italia – You tell him, Skam France!

Druck – YoU teLL hiM SkAm FrAnCe

Skam OG - Kids, come on, again?! Oh hey, Italia, I saw you on Netflix, you’re doing amazing sweety.

Skam Italia – Thanks, dad. *stick tongue out at the others*

Skam OG – NL, honey, go to sleep in your bed if you’re tired, the floor isn’t clean.

Skam Espana – ...someone needs to tell OG.

Skam Austin – NO! Shhhh. OG can’t know. The loss of a kid would be worse than any hell week.

Wtfock – What’s wrong with hell weeks? They’re so fun.

[ofweaslxy]

There was something so comforting about being at the Burrow. This wasn’t the first time Harry had been at the Weasley home and it surely won’t be the last. But lying in the cot in the room he was sharing with his best friend, listening to the soft snores that he knew he wouldn’t have been able to sleep without because he was so used to hearing it by now, he realized how lucky Ron was to have a home like the Burrow and to have a family like the Weasleys.

He wasn’t sure what was keeping him up. He had had a long day of doing chores for Molly and he was tired, but his mind was racing. He was thinking of all the possibilities of the life he should have had. He was thinking of what his home would have looked like if his parents were still alive. Would Lily and James love him as much as Molly and Arthur loved Ron? Would they love him as much as Molly and Arthur already loved him? He could see how they looked at him. It wasn’t the same way the people that recognized him along the streets of Diagon Alley looked at him. It was one of understanding, caring, and it was unconditional. It was the look only a parent could give their child.

He couldn’t help but to wonder what he had done to deserve that kind of love, especially from people who had been complete strangers before they had met at King’s Cross his first year at Hogwarts. it confused him and put him on edge. He was always expecting to be told he was doing something wrong, that he was a burden or that he was in the way and only ever caused problems. Being able to feel the love of a mother and father, it gave him a sense of panic that it would all come crashing down around him and that this was all a dream. But despite his sense of dread that this could end at any moment, he soaked it in as much as possible when he could because he was old enough to realize that family, in fact, wasn’t just blood family. Family also meant people you chose to be family. The Weasley family chose him to be a part of his family. He tried his best to repay them back, even if it meant spending all day doing chores the Weasley children refused to do. It allowed him to feel like he wasn’t just bumming around and he was earning his keep.

Molly had told him that he didn’t need to, that he wasn’t here to work. It was summer break, after all. But she eventually stopped and allowed him to. Usually it was just cleaning the dirty dishes, which she had reminded him she could charm to clean themselves. He enjoyed the quiet, maternal presence that was Molly Weasley floating around in the kitchen, though, putting ingredients away from that night’s dinner as he cleaned the dishes. He enjoyed smelling her perfume and that night’s cooking on her whenever she would put a clean dish away in a cupboard right next to him. It was a comfort he never got from Petunia growing up and he relished in it. He often offered to do dishes in order to be closer to her. He hesitantly gravitated towards her as a mother and he found that the longer he stayed at the Burrow, the more he sought out the comforting presence of Molly Weasley.

He was on the verge of sleep when he realized Ron had woken up and he heard the sound of his footsteps walking across the room. He figured the redhead was going to the bathroom, which was unusual considering the man usually slept through the night. But he didn’t think much of it until minutes passed and Ron didn’t come back.

Curious as to what Ron could be doing, he sleepily swung his feet over the edge of his cot, stood up and walked quietly towards the door. He opened it and made his way down the many stairs that belonged to the Burrow, not expecting anyone to be up at this time of night. But when he made it down to the ground level, he noticed the light from the fire in the hearth playing along the floor in Molly and Arthur’s room. He tiptoed closer to the door and peaked quietly around the door frame. He wasn’t surprised to see Molly Weasley awake still. But he was surprised to see Ron lying next to her, on his side, his body resting against his mothers and his head buried in the crook of her shoulder. She had charmed her knitting needles to knit by themselves as Molly looked down at her son and spoke softly to him. He was barely holding onto consciousness, a soft smile on his face as she continued talking to him.

Molly’s attention turned towards the door frame when she saw the flash of dark black hair peek into the room and knew it was Harry she had heard walking down the stairs. “Is everything alright, love?” she called out softly. Harry didn’t think she had seen or heard him walking down the stairs and turned beet red. He made his way into the room and hesitated in the door frame, looking down at his feet, not wanting to make eye contact. He couldn’t help but to notice that there was a presence in the room that said he wasn’t in trouble. Had he been at the Dursley’s house, he would have been able to cut the air with a knife, but now, it was more the curiosity of what are you doing up still? But without hesitation, he walked in and crawled onto the other side of the bed from Ron. It wasn’t just the sleep deprivation that had made him do it, it was the months and years of having the entire wizarding world on his shoulders that made him do it.  Molly scooted closer to Ron, which in turn made Ron scoot over closer to Arthur’s side of the bed so they could make room for Harry on the other side of her. With Ron’s arm lying across Molly’s body Harry mirrored Ron and rested his head in the crook of her shoulder and used her as a pillow. He held onto consciousness long enough to the knitting needles. Arthur was working a long day at work again. It was his way of keeping his mind off of the death of Fred, so Molly was often found in bed, sleeping or, on the rare occasion, knitting. 

Harry was intrigued. He watched as the needles stitched the yarn around themselves and how quickly they were able to do it. He felt Molly's presence and the sound of the knitting needles pushing him closer to sleep. Molly looked over at Harry, not sure where this was coming from. While he had never deliberately pulled away from her affectionate touch or told her he was uncomfortable with it, it was evident he didn’t get a lot of it from the Dursleys. She could tell he was confused by it and didn’t know what to do with it. Or, like during the triwizard tournament, he was so starved of that motherly affection that he held on tightly. He held on so tightly she wasn’t sure he would ever let go. Molly pulled the comforter up so Harry was encompassed in it. Molly rarely ever had children cuddling with her anymore. Ginny, being the only girl, stopped cuddling with her sooner than her brothers. She didn’t want them to think she was too girly for wanting cuddles. 

“Couldn’t sleep without Ron snoring too loudly?” she asked as she smoothed the material against his body. He let out a soft sigh of comfort. “He gets that from Arthur.” Molly had a way of making him comfortable. He couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Mhm,” the nineteen-year-old breathed in agreement. 

“I’m the same way. I have a hard time sleeping without Arthur snoring,” Molly replied. It was why she was up so late, knitting. It had been a rough few months since the Battle of Hogwarts. A majority of the Weasley family, and that included Harry, didn’t get out of bed for a long time after. The Weasleys mourning Fred and Harry the unknown of what will happen now that he finally finished what Dumbledore had set out for him to finish, on top of mourning the deaths of so many. Feeling Molly wrap the comforter around him, allowing him to rest his head in the pit of her shoulder, it allowed a warmth to wash over him that he had never experienced before. The only other time he had ever experienced anyone affectionately touch him as much as Molly did was when he dated Ginny (they weren’t officially back together yet, but they were unofficially officially together again). He was so starved of basic human contact that it still struck him how it made him feel afterwards. He felt true happiness. 

“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked, once more reiterating the question she had asked earlier. He took a deep breath in, smelling the perfume he now associated with Molly and the Burrow, and let it out, letting all of the worry of being kicked out of the Burrow leave his body with the breath of air. Molly could feel his body relax and smiled when she noticed his eyes start to droop. He rubbed his eyes softly.

“Yeah,” he hummed softly. She rubbed his back, allowing him to fall asleep quickly. The last thought he recalled thinking before both him and Molly fell asleep was this is what home feels like.

[moon-reaches-for-the-stars]

Do You Feel Beautiful Now?: Arthur x Reader

Hellloo, and thank you for reading! This is my very first fanfic EVER so I really hope you enjoy!! It’s a soft and romantic piece where Arthur comforts the reader after she’s gained a bit of weight and helps her feel better about herself. Also, NSFW!

Pairing: Arthur x Reader

Warnings: Weight gain, body insecurity, slight eating disorder references, talks of skipping meals, etc

You looked in the mirror and sighed. There's no way this was happening. You had been trying so hard to prevent it, yet here it was. You squeezed the extra fat on your hip that you know wasn't there yesterday. Holding your breath and hoping for the best, you stepped onto the scale. Your heart sank. 165 lbs. That was 5 lbs heavier than you were two days ago. You yelped quietly and felt your heart sink in your chest. You had been trying so hard, too. Slowly eating less over the last few days, but just enough for Arthur to not notice... Arthur. 

Your mind automatically flashed to your boyfriend. His beautiful smile, his thick curly hair, his electric green eyes… His eyes...  What they would think when they saw you now? You did everything you could at that moment to hold back your tears, but it was futile. What would he think of you? You couldn't prevent the thoughts racing through your mind, the sinking feeling in your chest. Maybe Arthur deserved someone more beautiful, someone who looked more like the girls on TV. He deserved the entire world, and surely you weren't it. Not now, anyways. You quickly brought your hand up to your mouth and sobbed loudly, the tears flowing freely now. Arthur was so perfect, the best thing to ever happen to you. He was kind, and soft, and always truly saw you. He was everything to you. You were always a bit on the chubby side, even when you started dating. But Arthur never seemed to mind, or if he did, he didn't say anything. You had seen it in other men you had dated before. The occasional disapproving stare at your tummy, the occasional remark about your face filling out, but Arthur... Arthur had never given your appearance so much as a hint of dislike. He was always seemed to love every inch of you. You felt yourself getting dizzy as you wondered if this was all about to change...

Arthur stood outside the apartment door, the small pink box in his hands. He had spent so much care picking out each donut in the box, imagining how you would react as your teeth sunk into each delicious treat. He thought about what he would say as he surprised you with your favorite dessert, practicing each line in his head. 

"Some sweets for my sweety!" No, that was too corny.

 "A donut for my doughy girl!" Wait, no. That was way too forward. 

Arthur had noticed the changes in your body recently. How could he not? He had studied every inch of you like a scholar. Every curve, every soft spot... Especially the soft spots. His thoughts immediately went to the soft places all over your body that he couldn’t help but grab. So squishy, so sinfully sweet. He thought about them all day, dreamt about them when he went to sleep. Arthur may had been inexperienced before he met you, but he knew what he liked. He felt his dick starting to get hard at the thought. 

"No, not now" he thought. How strange would it be for him to walk into the apartment with a box of donuts and an erection? 

Still, seeing your body change in the way it had been had awakened something primal in Arthur... He had always had a difficult time gaining weight, but seeing you put it on so eloquently, filling out in so many delicious ways.... He stopped. He had to get rid of this erection before going in. He looked around cautiously and started to palm at his hard dick in his pants. 

"Oh no, the mail!" you thought. You had been expecting a letter from your friend. But Arthur would be home any minute now and you were right in the middle of cooking dinner for the both of you. Thinking you could make it if you ran fast, you grabbed the mail key and hurriedly rushed out the door before feeling something in your way as you went to push the door open. 

"Ow!" you heard a deep, raspy voice yell in surprise. 

You’d recognize that voice any day of your life. It was Arthur.  What was he doing waiting outside the door? 

"Oh, hey honey..." you said, the curiosity in your voice apparent "...what are you doing out here?" 

"N-nothing!" he stuttered, turning bright red and nearly dropping the box in his hand. The box... What is this? You grabbed the box from his fumbling hands and opened it. Donuts. You felt your face start to get red. Arthur had brought you donuts. You thought about how they would go to your belly, your hips, your arms, your face.... As you looked down to avoid eye contact with him and felt the tears well up in your eyes you felt soft hands grab your arms. 

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" 

"N-nothing" you hurriedly reply, wiping a tear from your eyes. But he saw it. He saw everything with those electric green eyes. 

"Y/N... What's wrong?" 

You feel the tears coming up again. "Oh Arthur, I---" you sob as he puts his hand on the small of your back and leads you inside. He closes the door. He walks into the kitchen and turns off the stove for you. You set the donuts on the counter and slump onto the couch. 

"Nothing Arthur, it's nothing" you insist, wiping the tears from your eyes. You hope with every part of your soul that he doesn’t notice the changes in your body. You are not about to point them out now. He walks up to the couch and kneels. He rests his hands on your knees and looks up at you. 

"Sweetie, you can tell me anything. Did I do something wrong?" a look of sadness flashes over his eyes and you can see the harsh laughter beginning to form in his throat.

"NO honey," you quickly respond, feeling your heart break at the response you were causing in your boyfriend. "I just...." you continue. "I am feeling bad about myself today.." 

"Y/N.. why?" he responds. "Is everything ok around the house? I mean I know I haven't been bringing in the most money lately, but I---" his sentence now punctuated with suppressed laughs.

"NO" you cut him off again. You could not continue to let him blame himself like this. "I've.... I've been gaining weight." You flatly reply, pushing your face into your hands.

"Oh sweetie.." he replied, the laughter now gone. "Y/N..." He slowly grabbed both of your hands in his and pulled them away from your face, looking deep into your eyes. He was smiling, his crooked teeth flashed in a grin that made your heart melt. "I know," he responded.

You felt your heart sink "Y-you know?! You've noticed?!" you felt the tears trying to flood your eyes again, there was no holding them back now.

"Yes baby," he quickly responded "but," he continued, caressing your face now and wiping the newly formed tears. "I love it so much. You look so beautiful." 

"What?" your words trailed off. Is he being serious? Is he just saying this to make you feel better? You looked into his eyes. No... This was real. You knew Arthur. You knew that look. It was the same look he gave you on your first date. It was the look he gave the first time you told him you loved him... This was genuine… You sighed "Oh Arthur, really?"

"Yes Y/N" he responded. "You look so beautiful, so sexy. I just..." his mind trailed off. He couldn't stop himself from imagining your body now. Your curves. Your belly, your hips... He felt his pants start to get tight. He loved every inch of you, and he needed to make you believe it. 

He grabbed you by the hand now, gently pulling you up from the couch, and led you into the bedroom. You followed along, wiping your tears with your sleeve, a feeling of relief forming in your chest. You were in the room now, standing at the end of the bed. He grabbed your head in his hands and kissed you, softly. You sighed as you kissed him back and he gently pushed his tongue into your mouth.

"Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes upon, and I want to show you how much I mean it" 

He took your hand and guided it down to trace the hardness in his pants. You felt your body start to get hot. This was all for real. Arthur was just as turned on by you as he ever was. Maybe, if the hardness in his pants was anything to go by, even more... You felt your heart start to flutter and wondered how you could have ever been so silly as to think Arthur wouldn’t love you anymore.

He looked into your eyes now and brushed your hair behind your ears. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and kissed him, hard now, and gently brought the both of you down onto the bed with him on top of you. He started to undress you while his eyes gazed longingly into yours. As he pulled your shirt up he finally looked down at your body. A hunger you had never seen before flashed in his eyes and he gently reached down and grabbed your belly. You felt yourself start to blush "Arthur, no--" but he lifted his hand to your mouth and cut you off.  "I fucking LOVE this" he whispered while his eyes took in every inch of your body, his hand gently squeezing and kneading your belly. His entire body was on fire now. He put his mouth down on your stomach and started to kiss and gently lick. His tongue getting lower and lower, until…

You had the most amazing sex of your life that night. Arthur had always been an attentive lover, but tonight was something different, something special. Arthur never took his hands off your soft and squishy flesh as he worked on top of you, his dick caressing your g-spot with every stroke, squeezing your belly hard as he finally came inside of you. He stayed there for a moment, panting and gasping in your ear before rolling over next to you. He leaned onto his elbow and looked lovingly into your eyes 

"Do you feel beautiful now, Y/N" he teased as he started to grin. You smiled back, wider than you ever thought possible.

"Oh Arthur... I feel like the hottest woman alive” you giggled, truly meaning it.

Sudden a look fell over Arthur’s face, a look of excitement. He’d remembered something good. He jumped up happily and ran into the kitchen. “Arthur, where are you going…” a moment later he came back with a box, the same one as before. Donuts. You smiled. Those were your favorite. 

"Here Y/N, I.." he said shyly as he presented the box to you. You opened it, finally taking in the appearance of the donuts without the panic from before. They were decorated so beautifully, you noticed with awe, but your eyes paid special attention to the one in the middle. It was the only one with colored icing. It had a red nose, green hair, and red paint around the mouth…  It was decorated as a clown. But not just any clown. Arthur had ordered it to look like his clown persona, Carnival. You looked up at him, grinning. 

"That one's cream filled" he smiled. “I know it’s your favorite.”  

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Midnight: Chapter 11

Pairing: Clark Kent- Superman/ Metahuman! Black! OFC

Rating: E

Warnings: Mostly just a language warning; I know no smut yet, but its coming lol

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Midnight: Chapter 11

Previously:

“Can we please talk about Kalen? I feel like we should tell him I am his father as soon as possible...”

Currently:

 “He just met you yesterday. I don’t know if we should tell him yet.”

 “I feel like the sooner the better. He should get to know me as his father.”

I sigh, still apprehensive about the whole thing. He kept talking.

 “I know you may not like me, but please don’t keep my son away from me.”

I had a migraine forming as my energy leveled back out. 

  “As much I would like to punch you, I wouldn’t keep Kalen away from you now that you know. We can tell him together and then maybe you can take him tomorrow for the evening.”

Clark’s face formed a frown. 

  “You won’t be there with us?”

  “No, you two desperately need some father-son time. Besides I have something to do tomorrow night.”

Clark looked at me, now he was the one glaring.

  “Gia you leave this house unsupervised and I swear I will melt the door handles so you can’t get out.”

  “Jokes on you Kent. I am not leaving unsupervised, actually I think I’ll be pretty safe considering everything. I have a date tomorrow.”

  “Date?” He questions me.

  “Arthur asked me out and I’m going.”

I felt pings of hurt quickly shielded by forced indifference. There was no shock however, which surprised me.

  “What aren't you surprised? Wait a second....you knew already didn’t you.”

  “I have super hearing, I was headed in this direction it was impossible not to listen. Are you sure about dating him?”

  “Yes I am. So you’ve got kid duty tomorrow night.”

He was disappointed but I didn’t dwell on it.

 “I won’t begrudge you a night out. However I think I need to borrow you in the morning.”

  “Why?”

  “We have to tell mom.”

 I dropped my face into my hands.

  “Do you need me to be there? Can’t you just tell her?”

 “Ohhh no. I’m not facing her alone. Besides you might as well get it over with. She is going to demand to see you anyway once she finds out about Kalen.”

  “Fine I’ll go but I feel like we should write a will for when she kills both of us...”

*Morning*

I was tired from last night and Kalen was up rather early this morning, and between all the nervousness I had about not only telling Mrs. Kent but also my date with Arthur later, I was unable to get restful sleep. It was about 8:00am and I was standing at the stove cooking some pancakes and bacon when Clark showed up, once again not as Superman but as himself. Kalen didn’t seem to recognize him without the suit and went back to coloring in a book that Alfred acquired for him. 

   “Good morning Gia and Kalen.”

   “Morning Clark. Have you eaten yet?”

I asked him to try to be as cordial as I could to him in front of Kalen.

  “If you have any extra I’d like some. You have always made the best pancakes, just don’t tell mom I said that.”

I giggled at the thought of Mrs. Kent giving Clark a hard time over choosing someone else's food over what he was raised on. I continued to make more pancakes, flipped two of them so they could cook on the other side. 

   “Kalen did you say good morning?”

   “Momma I don’t know him.” He doesn’t look up from his book. 

“You still need to speak when someone is speaking to you. Mr. Clark said, ``Hi, what do you say?”

  “ Good morning.” Once again not looking up.

  “Look up when you are talking. Address him correctly or I will take the coloring book away. Get it together.”

He looks up in a panic at my mom voice, then looks at Clark who had been watching the interaction with interest.

  “Good Mo’rning Mister Clark.”

  “Good Morning Kalen. That looks like a cool picture you are coloring. Can I see?”

Kalen had been coloring a Jurassic park coloring book. Clark came over, pulling up a chair next to him. 

  “You are a great artist!  Who is this tough guy in this picture?”

He points at the page.

  “That is a T. Rex. He was one of the biggest dinaspours mommy says. She said they aren’t alive anymore, but she said that about Supa’ man too and I just saw him!”

I watched with interest as Clark digests what his son just says, but the smile never leaves his face.

   “She is right but who knows maybe they just went to another planet. For now though we will have to settle for a really cool picture colored by you.”

He hands him a new crayon and Kalen proceeds to talk his ear off, and he enjoys every second of it. I let them clean up the table and announced the food was ready. I brought the plates over to the table.  I went to grab some juice and to my surprise Clark was cutting up Kalen’s food for him. It gave me the warm and fuzzies to see Clark interacting with his son. It was something I never thought I’d get the chance to see. I made Clark a plate while he focused on Kalen, and then made one for myself. We ate our food in relative quietness. Once Clark was done with his mountain of food, he looked at me, clearly wanting me to brooch the topic with Kalen. I knew the time had come, especially with the rest of the house still sleeping.

   “So Kalen Baby I wanted to talk to you about something really important. How do you feel about not having a dad?”

  “I get sad momma. I wish I had a daddy.”

  “Here’s the thing sweetie. You do and up until now he couldn’t come see you. He would like to meet you if that’s okay?”

Kalen’s eyes lit up and I don’t think I had ever seen him so happy. 

  “Really momma?! Really?! He comes here to see me?!”

He was excited and started bouncing around in his chair. 

  “Yes, Kalen he is already here, you see Mr. Clark is your dad baby.”

He turns and it’s like seeing him for the first time, despite them having just colored together. Clark smiles at Kalen in a comforting way, clearly nervous at the little boys reaction, Kalen still stares, blinking slowly.

  “It’s really awesome to meet you buddy.” 

   “You my dad?”

  “Yes son I am. Like your mom said I couldn’t exactly come see you before, and now that I can I want to hang out with you a lot more. Would that be okay with you?”

  “Yes, Mr. Dad”

I laughed slightly as Kalen combined the names and Clark’s laughs a little too.

  “You don’t have to call me Mr. Dad. You can call me Clark or Dad, whatever you feel okay with.”

  “Otay. Can we finish coloring now?”

Just like that the hard part was over. It was kind of a relief for us to tell Kalen and honestly as excited as he was about meeting his dad, I was very grateful Clark had stepped up. I looked at the clock, noting that we would need to leave soon to get to Mrs. Kent’s house. 

  “Ummm okay you can keep coloring for 15 minutes while mommy goes to get dressed. Then you have to come get dressed, because we are going to go meet your dad’s mommy.”

I smiled as they continued to interact, I left the room and immediately felt bad, it hit me how wrong it would have been not to tell Clark. I would have deprived them of so many moments, and that wouldn’t have been right. For once I had been glad about the other plans fate had for me. I tried to dress as modest as possible, settling on a soft pink sundress with thin straps and a white cardigan sweater. I did my hair in a bun, with tendrils of hair down around my face. I was finishing up my hair when I heard Clark and Kalen come up the stairs, Kalen still chatting away, I went into the hallway finding Clark had carried him up the steps.

  “You know he is fully capable of navigating the steps right?” I asked him with a smirk.

  “That I am aware of. I just wanted to hold him, was that so wrong?”

I shake my head at the sight.

  “Nope. It’s not. Now I’m going to get him dressed and then we can go. Can you find Bruce and ask if we can borrow one of his cars?”

  “Sure, it sounds like he is just now getting dressed. I’ll go talk to him.”

With that Clark goes to leave, and Kalen snaps, crying loudly.

  “Nooooo dad no go yet!”

I try to calm him and Clark turns back around to stop in front of Kalen. 

  “Buddy, I’m not leaving you. I am just going to go pick up your crayons and dinosaur pictures. I’ll be right back okay.”

That does not work, I would laugh at the concerned look on Clark’s face if I thought it was appropriate for the time. Clark looks at me, and I hand the small child over to him, and Kalen whimpers folding into his chest and neck. Despite the initial panic, Clark was actually happy that Kalen had reacted like that. I reached up and rubbed the little boys back soothingly.

  “It’s okay Kalen. He’s going to be right back.”

I say and he just locks his arms on his neck in response.

   “Nooooo!!!” He wails. I can’t take it and I begin giggling. Clark cracks a smile and just adjusts him in his arms for the sake of holding him closer. I resigned myself to the fact that Kalen wouldn’t be letting go of his newfound father anytime soon.

  “Okay. Clark I’m going to pull out some clothes for him to wear. I trust you can get him dressed while I go butter up Bruce and clean up the kitchen.”

Clark nods as Kalen finishes sniffling. I walk into the room and find something respectable for Kalen to wear to meet his Grandmother in. I leave Clark and Kalen alone, and find Bruce downstairs with Alfred both drinking a cup of coffee. I walked over to the table sweeping up the crayons and picking up the coloring book. 

  “Good morning Bruce and Mr. Alfred. Sorry about the mess we were trying to keep Kalen occupied until I finished breakfast. Speaking of which are you hungry? I made the coffee but I can whip something up really quick?”

I offered while going to the sink about to wash the dishes we left earlier. 

  “Gia, it’s really alright we have someone, in fact multiple someone’s to take care of that. You don’t have to do that while you are here.”

  “I mean I have to earn my keep somehow. I don’t want to be in the way. I’m sure having a kid in the house is the last thing you want...”

I started rambling, a habit I picked up for when I was nervous.

  “Personally Ms. Smith I like having the tot around. Keeps me on my toes.”

Alfred says.

  “Please Alfred we are past Ms. Smith. Please call me Gia or Midnight. Neither bother me.”

  “Only if you call me Alfred, the Mr. makes me feel old.”

I smiled and nodded.

  “And as far as the kid goes Gia. I don’t mind you two being here. Honestly I really can’t hear you in this massive place anyhow. Which also brings me to yesterday, you do realize that I am happy to make sure you and your son are provided for?”

 “I don’t like handouts.”

To me handouts were going down a slippery slope that I couldn’t get out of once they got too deep. I had been burned by what I thought was people being nice. Turns out they just wanted things from me.

  “Don’t think of it as a handout. Think of it as a superhero stipend. One of the perks right?”

His smile is wry, and he takes another sip of his coffee. I considered his offer and honestly it was the only way I could feel okay with staying with Bruce in the interim. I could justify it in my own mind.

  “Fine. I guess we can stay but only until I get everything sorted with this whole mess of people trying to come after me.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I can hear that Clark is here. You left him on baby duty already?”

Bruce chuckles as he also browses the paper. 

 “More like Kalen wouldn’t let him go. I tried to get him dressed and have Clark come down, but he was not going for it. I didn’t think that Kalen would get so attached this soon. I mean  we told him that Clark was his father and it was like the attachment was instant. He is actually quite shy when it comes to meeting new people. Before he knew who Clark was to him, he still took to him like...like a duck to the water.”

 “Well young people need their fathers. They can make due without them, but in this case if you have one father figure willing let them be that.”

I nodded in agreement and then went on with my original purpose.

 “Alright, well Mr. Wayne, is there anything in my stipend for borrowing a car?”

Bruce raises his eyebrow at that one…

*30 minutes later*

Turned out Bruce didn’t care if I borrowed one of his cars. In fact he said to keep the keys for now while I was there. Ms. A had a day of relaxation in mind while we were gone. Then Bruce offered to have her taken out of state to her nieces house in California. Of course she jumped on an all expenses paid move across the country. She would be leaving us  and I wasn’t ready to deal with that. Clark took the wheel and drove to his mother's house, meanwhile I drifted to the first time I had ever met Mrs. Martha Kent...

*Flashback* The night Clark saved me:

The flight in Superman’s  arms had been more relaxing than I had ever thought flying in someone’s arms could be. I wasn’t able to look down, preferring the darkness of closed eyes to the darkness of the night. I felt really small compared to him and this vast universe he came from. 

I was alone in it now. I was free from being in bondage, these new powers that I had no clue on how to control. I was curious about where Superman would take me. Probably a police station or a hospital, some place I would have to break free from again. I would cross that bridge when I got to it I supposed. 

Quicker than I thought was possible, we were landing again, and I slowly opened my eyes once I was sure his feet were on the ground. He put me back on my feet and I looked around, we were surrounded by open fields, the long stalks and grass around us flattened from his landing. I took note of the barn and house in the distance, the night was quieter than I expected considering it wasn’t that late. 

 “Where are we?”

I asked him, my heart beating fast because I came to the realization rather harshly that I let some random guy who I assumed was a good guy, fly me away to go knows where. 

I mean this wasn’t the first time I made a bad decision, but while my last one got me thrown into a cage and experimented on, this bad mistake could get me killed. I began to panic, and even more so because I was from the city, if I did need to run, there was nowhere to hide. 

This man could FLY for Christ sakes. He would be able to find me quickly and end me. I started trembling, everything seeming elevated as the beginnings of full panic attack started.

  “Woah, woah, woah Gia I can hear your heart racing. It’s okay...”

Superman steps toward me and in fear I drop to the hard dirt, hands over my face as I curled into a ball. Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with disappointment, confusion, and fear along with the slight undercurrent of determination. I am confused and it feels like having two people in my mind. The emotions were separate and I wasn’t sure where they were coming from, I just wanted it all to stop. I was beginning to blackout, lost in various emotions that I couldn’t control.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my arm, it’s motion soft, and setting. 

  “Sweetheart it’s okay. I promise you are safe here. Focus on the sound of my voice and breathe.”

The voice was soft and feminine, definitely wasn’t Superman’s, nor was the noticeably smaller hand now on my shoulder. I tried to follow its direction, trying to use the hand as a  focusing point rather than fearing it. I could hear sobbing, and small whimpers it took awhile for me to realize that it had been me making those noises. The soft voice had not stopped shushing me, as if maybe I was a child. 

As the slow breeze drifted over me I grounded myself back in reality. My eyes open, no longer clouded by fear and I come face to face with a woman. Her light brown hair threaded with grays, and soft eyes embedded into face staring down at me. She reaches forward, touching my face gently.

  “There you are. Come on dear, sit up for us.”

I let her help me into a sitting position, looking around, noting that Superman was just off to the side of this woman. Her eyes were still kind and I could tell she meant me no harm. My head was pounding after the rush of all the adrenaline in my system. 

 “Where am I?”

 “You asked me to bring somewhere I thought you would be safe. This is the only place I could ensure that. Gia I can promise no one here will cause you harm.”

He comes over and helps me to my feet, and I take a good look at the woman , she is dressed in what could only be considered as mom jeans and a floral patterned shirt. 

  “Gia this is my mother Martha Kent, we are on her farm here in Kansas”

She smiles at her son and I briefly wonder how someone this powerful came from a woman like her. I mean not that I knew anything of her, she could have been just as powerful and only hiding it. She steps forward slightly, holding out her hand for me. I shook it  knowing my face had to be full of trepidation.

  “Clark here told me that he helped save you from some very nasty people, but he also tells me you helped save yourself first. Any young lady that could do that is okay with me. Now come on in the house, you’re a little smaller than me but I’d imagine I’ve got some warmer clothes than what you are wearing.”

She smiles then starts walking back to the house, shooting a look of mirth and maybe a knowing look with her son before patting his chest/shoulder area and continuing with her forward motion.

He looks down with a smirk before looking in my direction motioning me forward. Once I am walking next to him in stride on the pathway to the house I say.

  “Soooo all these super powers and your real name is Clark?”

We both laugh as he leads me up the steps and into the farmhouse...

*End Flashback*

The drive to Martha Kent’s home, a place I had called my home for a number of months following the night I met Clark, had gone much quicker than I anticipated. I thought I’d have more time to prepare, but despite Kalen being sleep in the back of the black Mercedes C5500, the ride didn’t seem long at all.

The car comes to a stop, parking in the driveway and for the first time I feel nervousness from Clark that didn’t help me feel any better about any of this.

  “ Your heart is pounding Gia. Relax.”

  “Pot meet Kettle.” I said motioning from me to him In a surprise move, he grabs my hand gently.

  “It is okay. My mother is way more understanding than you think. I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

I look at him, his eyes wide and blue, begging myself not to get lost in the expansiveness of them. I fell back on my tried and true methods of avoidance to ignore the flutter I got from our energy exchange. He was purposely evening out his emotions which I was grateful for, clearing trying to push down his nerves and focusing on positive thoughts. 

He waits until my heartbeat is not as erratic before he gets out of the car, and walking to the front door where Mrs. Kent was waiting. She welcomes him with open arms as she always does, and he smiles wide for her. I look back to Kalen who is still knocked out cold. I smiled to myself at the stillness of the moment, and the. Looking back up to Clark and his mother. I feel her energy change from excitement to concern to happiness. At the happiness she turns to the car.

Clark motions for me to exit the car, still projecting calming energy. I unbuckle the seat-belt, and get out of the car. I leave Kalen in the car, the windows rolled down just enough in the front to hear him clearly if he woke up. Martha Kent’s eyes widened upon seeing me, and tears sprung up in her eyes. 

  “Gia Smith! Is that you dear?”

  “Hi Mrs. Kent.”

She holds her arms open wide and smiles. I smile back and fold into her arms. It was a missed feeling as it had been a time I was privy to her hugs all the time. 

  “Oh hush with that Mrs. Kent stuff! You know it’s Martha ‘round these parts. Clark you knew I missed my girl! This was a wonderful surprise dear!”

 “Ummmm mom, Gia was not the surprise I was talking about when I called you.”

She looks back and forth  between us, just as Kalen wakes up from his nap. Scared that he was now alone in the car. 

“MAMA!!”

A/n: What do you think Mama Kent is going to say?

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Man Under the Makeup Pt. 5

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Female Reader series

Warnings- Cursing, doubtful thoughts?

You can find the other parts RIGHT HERE and through the “Man Under the Makeup” tag lovelies!💘

You couldn't get Arthur off of your mind since that night. Going to bed every night thinking about him, to waking up wondering if he was okay. If he was still alive. Hoping he didn't get arrested. Though it's only been a couple of days- 5 to be exact- not that you're counting intentionally. Alright, alright.. Yes, you are counting intentionally. But who could blame you? It was worrying having him out there like that. Watching the news every night, Joker and the mobs tend to be the top topics.

Fire breaks out at the Wealth ball led by the Joker! Dangerous criminal Joker still at large! Violent clown group follow the Joker, shutting down major roads! All of which continue to make the headlines, and not in a good way- according to Gotham City P. D.

The only reassurance being the occasional calls you get from him. A different number each time, since he doesn't have his own line. Picking up the phone and hearing his voice on the other end, you would always exhale with relief. His calls wouldn't last too long- maybe 15 minutes at the most. Still, every call you make sure to ask how he was doing. Checking in on him.

Arthur refuses to hang up the phone until you confirmed you were fine. He tries to call every chance he gets, but he also doesn't want to overdo it. Since you work during the day, he calls more often in the evenings. Leaving sweet voicemails when you don't get the chance to answer the phone- like when you're not home yet or taking a shower.

~~

Slowly trudging through the entry doors of the complex you reside, you make way over to the mailbox area. Heavily exhaling as you stick the key into your box.

It's been a long, frustrating day. You were supposed to be home 3 fucking hours ago, however that wasn't the case. One of the other main secretaries was apparently fired yesterday. So lucky you- of course- were required to handle your regular work, AND cover for hers as well! It wasn't fair for you, having to stay longer than everyone else. Especially on a Friday night! But, that's the way it works. It's either suck it up and stay, or be fired right along with her. You've worked too hard to get this job, work in the city was difficult to come across. You can't afford to lose it when there's bills to pay and food to put on your plate.

Opening the small box, you lazily collect the contents inside. Shutting the door, you look over the mail. Junk mail.. junk mail.. water bill.. Flipping through each, one of the envelopes catches your attention. Unsealed, with child-like handwriting, it was addressed to you. Opening it, you pulled out a small, plain white card.

This reminded me of you. See you soon! Signed Arthur.

Unfolding the card, it revealed a beautifully dried flower inside. Pretty array of light pink petals, with a slim stem. A wide smile plastered across your tired face. Your mood completely turned around as happiness filled your chest. Rapidly radiating throughout the rest of your body. It's one of the sweetest gestures you received. Sweet, darling Arthur. Closing the card ever so smoothly, you head up to your apartment. Joyously awaiting his next phone call.

~~

Stepping out of a steamy shower, you heard the ringing of your phone coming from the living room. Wrapping a towel around your freshly clean body, you hurriedly make way to the phone. Each step leaving a trail of water behind. Snatching it off the receiver, you waste no time in answering. "Hello?"

"Hey y/n," Arthur calmly speaks, groaning slightly at the sound of you. "Mmph, how nice it is to hear your lovely voice. I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

He has this way of speaking to you sometimes that gets you weak in the knees and full in the chest. Starting out super brazen with his words- telling exactly what's on his mind, a deep husk in his voice. Then quickly shying back, higher pitched with a more considerate remark.

"Never. It's always nice hearing from you," you tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder. Taking a brush, running it through your wet locks. You can hear an ongoing noise in the distance. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"I am now," he acknowledges, "I'm calling you from a payphone, farther down the street from the crowd."

You giggle, picturing him all clowned up standing in a phone booth. Hunched over, with the phone glued to his ear. Trying his hardest to confide your conversation more than what it already is. "Glad you could call. I received your card earlier," you return.

"Oh," he replies enthusiastically, "I was hoping you would."

"It's beautiful, thank you." You reply, lightly tracing the brush bristles with your fingertips.

"N-no need to thank me," he continues bashfully, "I'm sorry I've been so busy lately." He curses himself for not having the time to see you. Caught up with wrecking havoc throughout the city, it's hard enough as is to catch a break for himself. But the last thing he'd want, is you to feel inclined being put second to anything.

"It's okay Arthur," acknowledging you understand. Though it does bother you, you won't let him know it. You fully understand that he has to do what he has to do.

"No, it's not. I haven't made the effort to see you, but I will. I will make the time for you, y/n." He promises over the line. Gazing out the window of the booth, determined on making it a top priority. Because right now, you are his only real priority. Sure, running a gang, robbing banks, and torching buildings is fun and all. But at the end of the day, who is the one he calls? Who's the one he runs to? Who is the one that he- dare to admit- cares about?

Arthur kept his word. On your days off, plus select nights, he'd take you out. Of course, he always came and left as Joker. With the full on paint and costume, accompanied with at least 2 henchmen. Besides not trying to get caught, he also takes great caution in making sure no one identifies you. Upon your request, wishing to stay secluded in the privacy of your life.

It was difficult- clearing restaurants, finding empty theaters, getting him into your apartment undetected. Which wasn't really that hard once you both figured it out. It was just a matter of timing, bribing, and if it had to come down to it- threatening. But for you, it was worth it to him.

Time spent together was limited, due to him having to get back to business. By limited, it simply means he's unable to spend the night or fully remove himself from Joker- appearance wise. Never, by any means has he once rushed your valuable time together. Especially the calmer evenings which consisted of watching a flick and eating takeout in your place. He enjoys those the most.

There is just something special about being wrapped with you in the serenity of your home. Getting to witness you at your most comfortable- hair completely let down, hardly to no makeup, comfy clothes. Moments where you're both able to fully relax mentally beside one another.

He's very gentle and respectful towards you- very much Arthur. Contrary to how the Joker is with pretty much everyone else. To the world out there, he's labeled a monster. A complete, psychotic nut job with no consideration for his actions. A man who will kill anyone in his path. Cruel and heartless. You ignored all that talk. Yeah, he may be a bit extreme, but never with you.

Arthur still couldn't believe how lucky he is to have a woman like you in his life. Although he has you, he's still stuck in that "too good to be true" mindset. Been nothing but let down and hurt his entire life. By the people he considered friends, those he looked up to as role models, family.. Even his own mind gets the best of him sometimes, creating false illusions. Broken promises that he wish were true. Only tearing him down once he comes to the realization that they weren't.

Yet here you are, a beautiful light shining into his world. His body felt warm in your tender presence. He just couldn't fully grasp it. The thought that you were a hallucination pondered his mind on some occasions. Resulting in him having his panic attacks and laughing fits. Many when he's alone, and a few in your company.

However, with every word from your soothing lips, every soft embrace, each beautiful gaze when he meets your eyes- just prove to him you are in fact- real. Canceling away all those conflicting concerns. No doubt, he's falling for you. Hard.

End of part 5. Sorry it was so short!