#arthur’s just that guy eh

[dollopole]

Arthur can’t look Merlin in the eyes, whenever he tells him to leave:

He just can’t.

[mira-arty]

rip oscar's letter

I AM THE MASTER OF MY SOUL YESSS JOHN

WELL DONEE JOHNNN

and definitely rip oscar's letter...

[stottlemorgan]

Enjoyin' the View / Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Summary: Arthur comes back from Valentine sporting a moustache, new shirt, and a trim. Oh, how delicious. Tags: 18+, MDNI! Mainly because it's horny, there isn't actual smut, it's all suggestive. A smidgen of dirty talk from Reader. Reader is a big flirt and she and Arthur get a little hot under the collar. Word count: 1,645. Author’s Note: This was a request from a sweet Anon! Sorry it's so late, I'm a very slow writer, I hope if you're still about that you read it and love it! <3 I'm also the worst flirt so I hope the back and forth works!! Ao3 Link. All photos above are sourced from Pinterest.

Your lashes give a gentle flutter, your body begging you to blink. You withstand one more moment of stinging eyes before the dwam which you had so smoothly sank into swirls violently with the fusillade of teasing comments from the girls perched around the table with you. “You seein’ what I’m seein’?” Karen’s cheeky lilt sounds out and she breaks your focus with a shove of her shoulder into yours. You cast a soft glare upon her, your voice cattish and a grin tugging your lips wide, “I was quite enjoyin’ what you were seein’ right before you interrupted me, ya dope.”

“Arthur’s been to the barber.” Mary-beth whispers with a quick glance in the man’s direction, catching a glimpse of the neatened back of his hair as he hauls his satchel from his mare. Her eyes widen slightly and she ducks her head back into the book resting in her lap.

“He’s been to more than the barber. He’s been t’the general store, too. Tha’s a new shirt.” Tilly states with a casual and unbothered once over of Arthur before going back to her turn at dominoes, “S’your turn–”

“Ain’t never seen him in checkers before,” you murmur distractedly over Tilly, watching unabashedly as Arthur stands by his horse talking to Javier, the checkered brown shirt somehow squaring out his broad shoulders further.

“Surprised you ain’t seen ‘im naked with the way y’all dote on eachother.” Karen quips before a soft whistle flows through her teeth as Arthur turns around and starts his usual lumber across camp to his tent, satchel in hand. Karen’s words flutter straight through and out of your head as your focus snags on Arthur’s face, on how you can see more of it than usual. Your eyes glide over the sharp line of his bare jaw, then the soft roundness of his chin, debossed with scars, and then the thick bristles of hazel adorning his upper lip. He gives a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at something Javier calls out as he walks and it only spurs on the warmth of attraction steadily buzzing up from your seat and through your stomach. Your voice leaves you sounding utterly abstracted, your words thoughtless and your mind brimming with the gentle purse of Arthur’s lips as he moves through camp, oblivious to the admiring gaze of you and the girls.

“Since when was Arthur Morgan a moustache type’a guy?”

“Since forever,” Karen presses a palm to your face and pushes, forcing you back out of her space which you had stupidly leaned into in an attempt to maintain your concupiscent vision, “you just ain’t seen him outside’a Colter ‘til now. The beard kept him warm.”

“Kept me mighty warm too lookin’ at ‘im,” you giggle. Karen and Mary-beth join in; a consonance of birdsong-esque tittering that draws a confused flash of Arthur’s attention as he reaches his tent. “Can one’y’all take the damn turn? I don’t care who.” Tilly grouses, thumping her fists gently into the wood and looking between you and Karen.

“Eh, Karen can take it,” you respond idly, pushing yourself up and adjusting your skirts, “I’m gonna go see ‘im.”

“More like give ‘im a seein’ to,” Karen simpers only to be smacked on the arm by Tilly and told firmly to hurry up with your relinquished turn. With a roll of your eyes, you turn away from the group, starting to walk. As you near Arthur’s tent, you slow to a stop, feeling the familiar bubbling excitement in your stomach at the thought of seeing him, of seeing this new look up close. You take a breath and smooth down your skirts yet again, purely to quell the blaze of nerves and attraction down to something more manageable. With the pads of your fingers, you dab at your face here and there, hoping to blot some of the oiliness that had coalesced from hours of scrubbing clothes by the river in the early Spring sun.

You hear mutterings from Arthur as you near his tent, watching him unpack his satchel, placing sundries about his table and shaving station. Taking a few steps under the tent, you clasp your hands behind your back, tilting your head as you call out, “Where’re you off to?” Arthur looks at you for a moment, his eyes narrowed though not unfriendly, before he continues putting things away. The shirt moves over his burly physique and your eyes eagerly chase the shifting fabric, dragging down his shoulders, back, and then around to his forearms where he has rolled the sleeves up. Thick, dark hair swirls over his sun-kissed skin, almost teasing your focus to follow it down to his large hands which find place on his hips. A lascivious thrum pulses through your body once you realise he has fully halted his actions. Your eyes flit upwards, finding his own as they ladder up your body and meet you. “Wha’chu mean?” He asks, a slight befuddlement in his tone.

“You look... Handsome.” More like downright delicious. A kittenish grin pulls at your lips which Arthur’s focus snags on. He blinks, his brow raising, before a choked chuckle breaks through him, “You sayin’ I can’t?” With a huff, you lean against the wagon, gazing up at him and that damn moustache. Seeing him up close feels worse; a wanton pull draws you toward him like a river flowing through to the sea. However, this desirous puddling only has your drawers to saturate as you take in how the thick hair covers part of Arthur’s upper lip. It nears provocative, how his lips part before his tongue languidly drags over his lower lip as he awaits your answer. “I’m sayin’ you look more handsome’n usual.”

“And why’s’at–?” He cuts himself off, squinting as he watches you tuck your hair behind your ear, “What’chu wantin’, woman? You’re preenin’ like a damn bird.” He folds his arms and your grin melts into a smirk. A hot weight drops straight to your seat, searing your innards with arousal as it plummets. You shrug, your voice light yet your eyes heavy,

“Ain’t wantin’ nothin’,” besides you, “jus’ enjoyin’ the view. The new shirt, the trim, the moustache.”

“Uh-huh, sure, okay,” Arthur purses his lips, giving a slow nod, his tone increasingly playful, “An’ how long do ya plan on ‘enjoyin’ the view’ for?”

“As long as I please, I s’pose.” You saunter closer, your hand coming up to softly cup his elbow before trailing up his bicep, causing him to raise an eyebrow, “‘Specially if that mouser on your lip hangs around.” Arthur’s chest slowly expands and his face morphs through from pleasant surprise to addled flickers of ardour. He wets his lips, shifting a little closer, his jaw working subtly before his voice comes out, low and curious,

“My moustache’s got’chya warmin’, has it?” You hum, walking your fingers up his shoulder and giving a teasing squeeze. He brings his opposite arm up, knocking the underbrim of his hat with his knuckles, pushing it up to look at you better. The hum he can hear vibrating in your palette slips through your purring words,

“So’s the man sportin’ it.” Your free hand joins your first, touching him sweetly, wrapping half around his forearm. You feel his soft, chunky veins swell under his skin and you wonder whether his blood is engorging him elsewhere.

“Y’know, you confuse me at times, Miss.” His hand leaves his hat and twitches past your waist before dropping to his side.Watching how his eyes unfocus the tiniest bit, you briefly ponder the likelihood of his thoughts muddling with the yen to return your little touches. The soft but deep breath you take in only homes you in on the tingling of your skin.

“Well, how about I unconfuse you, tonight? Can show ya jus’ how warm you’re makin’ me.” Arthur’s fingers curl ever so slightly, and when your teeth bare in an impish grin, he huffs out a laugh as he reaches the hand to your waist, tucking his fingers under the tie of your apron.

“Christ, you ain’t one to mince–”

“Are you two about done? You–” Grimshaw’s pointed tone dissipates the tension that had been thickening the air and you feel her poke your shoulder blade, “in your ridiculous lust and stupidity, have left the wind to pull the freshly washed clothes into the damn dirt. Get back to it!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you glare back at Grimshaw only to see her already walking off, her head shaking as she mutters to herself about you “young women” and your “lack of discipline”. Your hand slips languidly down Arthur’s chest as you meet his eyes again, “Be seein’ you later then?” You feel him stiffen a little beneath your skin, his heart seemingly trying to bounce its way into your palm as he realises that his simple touch may have just sealed his fate. “What for?” He inquires in a quiet rasp which warbles when you lean in closer, your largening pupils having him feel like the most willing of prey.

“S’up to you,” you whisper coyly, “could be for dinner, or somethin’ after. Could last til’ morn.”

With that, you release him, and he very almost feels faint– as though his attention was so firmly on you that your withdrawal is just that, a withdrawal, leaving a gnawing craving behind. He watches you stroll away with a triumphant swish in your hips and that grin still on your face as you go. Karen gives your hip a nudge as you pass and you both giggle as she joins you to continue your chores.

Arthur takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair, feeling the Spring breeze cool the sweat-laden underarms of his shirt. He mutters to himself, a slight tension in his throat,

“Lust and stupidity. Sounds ‘bout right.”

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[wonderjanga]

This is an Intervention

The JL have a serious concern about Marvel. This is because the man doesn’t know when to put down the bottle. Like, at a bar, he’ll just keep drinking and drinking and drinking without a care in the world. The man doesn’t show restraint in the slightest.

Meanwhile, Billy thinks nothing of this because he doesn’t actually know how much adults can drink without literally dying of alcohol poisoning. There’s also the fact that his Marvel form can’t get drunk so down and down the drinks go.

Their final straw was when they were all at a bar and Marvel was just downing shot after shot like it was nothing.

GL: “Uh… Cap? Why don’t you cool it on the shots?” *sounds nervous because how was Marvel doing that without even flinching*

Flash: “Yeah, man. Are you okay? We don’t want to have to carry you back to the Watchtower.”

Marvel: *looks genuinely confused* “Why would you have to do that?”

Speaking of which, despite being the person who drinks the most out of all of them, and that’s no joke, he out drank both Diana and Arthur, he somehow is always the person carrying drunk people back to the tower. He’s also the person who drives whenever Bruce wasn’t there, which now that they think about was extremely stupid to let Marvel do. It’s not even that he’s a bad driver or carrier. It’s just that the man drinks a lot.

Anyways, the point is, Marvel has a problem. A big one. So, as his friends, the JL wants to help in anyway possible. That includes staging an intervention for their friend.

Marvel: *walks into the meeting room, whistling a little tune*

JL: *sitting at the meeting table all looking solemn or grim*

Marvel: “Uh… Hey guys?” *awkward wave when he notices the tension*

Supes: “Marvel, could you sit down with us?”

Marvel: “…Sure?” *hesitantly sits down*

Supes: “Marvel… we called this meeting because we had something to discuss with you.”

Marvel: *looks slightly horrified because he thinks they know about Billy* “Is this you kicking me out of the league?”

Supes: “Wha- No! No, of course not! Look it’s just- Marvel, we’ve come here today because of another problem.”

Marvel: “Oh.” *relaxes slightly* “And that is?”

Aquaman: “Your drinking problem.”

Marvel: *looks extremely confused* “Drinking problem? I don’t have a drinking problem.”

GL: “Eh… Yeah you do, man. Look, there’s no need to feel ashamed or anything like that. We just want you to get help.”

Black Canary: “I can give you the number of a therapist who works in group therapy sessions specifically for alcoholics.”

Marvel: “That’s nice Canary, but I’m still not an alcoholic!”

He ended up going there anyways to appease them .

Marvel: “Well, I guess whenever I just pick up the bottle, I can’t stop. I’m a social drinker though. I only really do it around people.”

Therapist: “Yes, Mark.” (That name’s a reference to this post from a really really long time ago) “Everyone here is and or was a social drinker too. I’m glad you’ve acknowledged that you struggle to put down the bottle. That’s some good progress.” *writes in little notepad*

By progress, he means the fact that Billy adamantly denied that he was an alcoholic, which again, he wasn’t, but just decided to go along with it to get these group sessions over with.

[moonlightkitties]

Van der Linde Gang boys with a boy cat that growls when they get close to you.

Gang Members: Arthur Morgan, Bill Williamson, John Marston, Dutch Van der Linde, Kieran Duffy, Sean MacGuire, Micah Bell.

Tags: Fluff, GN Reader, protective tuxedo boy cat, I don't know how to tag.

Arthur Morgan

Surprised at first, he's seen a dog get protective over his owners...but a cat? That was surprising. "Oh my gosh!" you say, quickly picking Shadow up, the tuxedo glared his green eyes at him but then swiped his head over your chin.

"He has never done that, I don't know what's gotten into him." You drop Shadow onto the couch and Arthur chuckles "It's fine, darlin' I'm jus' glad you have someone to protect you while I'm not here," he said, cautiously glancing at tiny menace now and then.

Bill Williamson

Bill wasn't a cat person before and now that your cat growled at him, he definitely wasn't one now.

"Sorry," you chuckle nervously, "He does that a lot, he's just really protective." Bill shrugs "S'fine," he says, his gruff voice trying to hide that he was in fact, hurt by a cat growling at him when he was just trying to kiss you.

John Marston

He wasn't that surprised, you warned him that your cat can get a bit protective and doesn't really like men so when he tried to sit beside you on the couch and your cat growled and swiped at him, he didn't really care.

"Where'd you get him, anyways?" John asked, as your cat was curled up on your lap.

"I found him in the shed one night, poor thing was weak and hurt," you said, scratching his chin, which earned you a purr.

Dutch Van der Linde

His ego was hurt ngl.

He thought everyone and every animal liked him until your cat growled once he stepped foot into your homestead. "Seems like your cat has a problem with me," Dutch chuckles, although he was wary.

"Don't take it personally," you tell him, scooping Shadow in your arms, "He does it to everyone, it just takes him some time to warm up."

Dutch nodded "I suppose I can understand that," he says, "I'll win him over eventually."

Kieran Duffy

Kieran considers himself a devoted animal lover so when you told him about your cat prior to coming over, he was ecstatic and ready to befriend the little guy.

Until that "little guy" turned out to be a 12 pound tom cat that started letting out deep growls whenever he got a few inches close to you.

Kieran frowned a bit and when you noticed you immediately said "It's not your fault, Kieran, he acts like that with everyone, especially strangers." Kieran understood but everytime he tried to kiss or cuddle with you in the bed and Shadow growled at him, he would get more annoyed than hurt.

Micah Bell

Micah instantly glared his eyes at him, the cats low growls didn't sway him.

"Sorry," you chuckle, scooping Shadow into your arms, "He's like that with everyone if he doesn't know them." Shadow tail swayed back and forth, but you let him jump onto the couch and led Micah so you two could sit together.

Once Micah sat beside you and put his hand on your thigh, Shadow hissed and darted onto your lap. Micah let out a low chuckle and looked at the mangy creature on your lap before speaking.

"You know, at least me and that cat have one thing in common," he begins.

"Oh yeah?" you ask, "What's that?"

"Protecting you."

Sean MacGuire

"Who's this then?" Sean asks, bending down to get a closer look at your cat, who was narrowing his eyes at you and wrapping his body around your legs.

"Shadow, but uh...he's not really soft on men," you warned, moving out of the way so both Sean and Shadow could have a better look at eachother.

Shadow growls right after Sean tries to pet him and Sean jerks his hand back.

"A bit of a temper, eh? Should’ve known better than to mess with a cat like that," Sean says, standing up. He clicks his tongue, looking at you with a raised brow. "Maybe he’s just worried I’ll steal you away, eh?"

You roll your eyes and link your arm around his, "You wish, MacGuire."

[giuseppe-yuki]

🍕 pizza delivery 🍕

frat boy!logan sargeant x pizza delivery driver!reader

w.c.: 1.6k

warnings: like, two curse words. that's it.

summary: logan hunter sargeant from alpha phi kappa either really fucking likes pizzas or has a big fat crush on you. maybe both.

picture credits from pinterest :)

honestly, was prema’s pizza that good? sure, it might have been made with sauce from vine-picked tomatoes, hand-grated cheese, and italian-sourced pepperonis, but was it good enough for someone to order a grand total of fifty pizzas within a five day period? probably not. 

still, you stand corrected, because the unmistakable order receipt, a carbon copy of the one from yesterday, again, states the same order: 10 x-large pepperoni pizza - extra cheese.

it cannot be healthy eating this many pizzas per day. 

nevertheless, you hurriedly rip the receipt from prema pizza’s tiny, half-broken printer and head past the front of house towards the kitchen to fetch the order to deliver. the yeasty smell of fresh dough and aroma of garlic bread intensifies as you slide between a few employees and squeeze into the kitchen. to your surprise, a neat stack of exactly ten pizza boxes are placed on the counter, along with a sticky note with your name on it. 

frederik, one of the longtime pizza makers, nods his head in greeting at you before pointing towards the stack. 

“arthur told me to tell you that he stacked all of your orders over there before he clocked out for the day,” frederik notes, before turning back to rolling out the pizza dough. there’s somehow a glob of dough in his hair and flour in the shape of a hand imprint on his back, but you pretend you don’t notice.

instead, you beam at him and give him a mock salute. 

“thanks, fred!” you respond. “it’s actually just one whole order, though.”

he whips around, brow wrinkled.

“one order?? who hell is this guy??”

you shrug, and instead turn your attention to shoving as many pizza boxes as you can into one warmer bag. as hard as you try, you can probably get a max of three in the bag. 

“eh, don’t remember his name.” you say dismissively. “kinda cute, blonde hair, blue eyes? he’s been ordering the same thing for the past five days, though.” 

frederik wipes his dough-covered hands on his apron before snatching up the receipt you set on the counter. 

nosy fuck.

“okay, well, why is this kinda-cute, blonde hair, blue eyed-” he squints at the name on the paper- “logan sargeant possibly having a twenty person pizza party every day?” 

oscar, the main cook, stops his rapid throwing of pizzas into the oven and perks up when hears the name.

“logan sargeant?” he asks, head tilted in question. “i swear he’s in my tuesday morning english lectures- i’m kind of mates with him. he’s literally so american, though. perhaps that’s why he’s obsessed with pizzas- all that typical american culture and stuff.” 

frederik “hmms”, tapping his chin exaggeratedly.

“i think, he has a big fat crush on our little pizza delivery girl here- why else would he order, like, a billion pizzas? plus, it’s not like oscar here does our pizzas any justice when he’s out here hurtling ingredients onto pizzas then shoving them into the oven at top speeds.”

you roll your eyes before snatching the receipt back from frederik. 

“you don’t get to have an opinion on anything pizza related- we still remember you’re a psycho who likes pineapple on pizza,” you shoot back. 

oscar laughs at your words and throws a handful of flour from the dough board at frederik’s head.  

“yeah, fred, pineapple on pizza is a crime, mate.”

by the time you split up fred and oscar from having a full blown fight with the pizza ingredients, shove all the pizza boxes into your warmer bags, and arrive at the allotted house, you are sure you are about to get yelled at by kinda-cute-logan-sargeant for being late with his absurd amount of pizzas. 

the warmer bags weigh down your arms and you basically teeter towards the door that has the same ugly hand-painted, peeling sign that you had eyed up the first time you delivered the pizzas. it crudely labels the house as the frat house “alpha phi kappa.” you take account the other things on the porch as you wait-

three empty beer bottles. 

one tattered miami dolphins’ football flag.

two beat-up traffic cones. 

one upside down, dusty, motorcycle-looking helmet with a giant american flag printed on the side.

four broken string lights + one working string light.

one questionably green couch that had a giant spring coming ou-

the door creaks open suddenly and the porch light comes on, effectively startling you and blinding you at the same time.

a guy with bleached-blonde hair sticks his head out, eyeing you wearily. one of his eyebrows has a sharp slit in his eyebrow, leaving a clean gap in the arch. 

“yeah?” he asks, as if you haven’t been at this god forsaken frat house for the now-fifth time in a row.

“oh-” you stutter out. “i’m- i’m here with your pizzas? um, for logan?” 

he breaks out in a wide grin immediately, before shoving the door open with a bang. 

“oh, well why didn’t you say so?” he jokes, tilting his head to the side. he pats his forest-green hoodie, obviously looking for his phone, but when he comes up with nothing, he lift one finger towards you. 

“give me one second, let me get logan for you,” he says, before bolting away.

the door is still wide open, so you just stand there uncomfortably in the open doorway. you can literally see their entire floorplan, from the semi-trashed living room to the cluttered kitchen, to even the backyard sliding door that leads to a glowing swimming pool. a dude you are pretty sure is franco from your mechanical physics class stalks by the stairwell next the door, sipping something that looks suspiciously like maté. you give him an awkward wave that he returns.

a minute later, the blonde guy thunders down the stairs, dragging a concerningly red-faced, kinda-cute-logan with him.

“okay, here’s logan for ya,” the guy says, beaming once more, before full-on galloping back up the stairs. 

“al-right,” you drag out. tearing your eyes away from whatever that was, you face logan, who has somehow turned more red than before. “your pizza?” 

you slide all ten boxes towards him, making sure to open the lid of the first one to show him pizza one of ten that was handcrafted to meet his specific needs- x-large pepperoni with extra cheese.

logan barely looks at the pizza before giving you a quick thumbs up. 

“yeah, that’s um, perfect! you know me too well, haha.” 

you begin to see where this is going. maybe frederik was right.

raising an eyebrow, you nod. 

“well, considering this is your fifth consecutive order in a five day period…yeah.”

logan leans against the doorframe, obviously trying to look cool. 

“what can i say? your pizza is.. um… top-tier. like if it was a race, it would go, like first place podium over all the other pizza places.” 

before you can respond, a car swerves into the driveway of the frat house. a guy with the fluffiest brown hair you have ever seen climbs out the car. when he sees you with the pile of pizzas in the doorway with logan next to you, a devilish grin spreads across his face. 

“ah, it’s the pizza delivery girl, eh, cabrón?” he remarks to logan. turning to you, he cups a hand dramatically around his mouth like he was telling a secret. “did logan here tell you about his pizza shrine?” he asks, before squeezing past the two of you into the house. 

logan’s eyes widen almost immediately.

“CARLOS, no-”

 a what? 

this must be a joke, right?

alas, when you tilt your head into the doorway, past logan who was trying to look inconspicuous, you spot it. 

a corner of the freaking frat house was turned into a pizza shrine. each one had multiple sticky notes on them, one of them reading: “great delivery today, she smiled at me.” and “her laugh is cute.” in scrawled, messy handwriting. 

ok, frederik was definitely right.

“so, uh… do you typically do this with all your pizza delivery girls?” you interrogate, fighting back a smile. 

logan looks at you with visible panic. 

“wait, wait, i can explain!”

carlos, or whatever his name is, yells from inside the house. 

“HE EVEN FRAMED THE RECEIPT FROM THE FIRST TIME YOU DELIVERED! IT’S ABOVE THE FIREPLACE!”

the blonde in front of you huffs, one hand covering his face in embarrassment. 

“i’m gonna kill him,” he mutters. 

you laugh at his reaction, feeling oddly endeared by the presence of the literal shrine and apparent framed receipt atop the frat house fireplace.

“do you even like prema pizza?” you gently question.

logan scratches his head sheepishly. 

“i mean, the pizza is cool an all that, but like, you’re like, um, cooler.”

well, logan couldn’t be more apparent. if he wasn’t going to make a move, though, you would. you couldn’t keep making pizza deliveries forever. 

you pull out your phone. 

“if you, you know, ever want to hang out- without the pizza excuse, just text me okay?” 

logan looks like he’s about to implode. 

he nods aggressively, before taking at least two tries to type his phone number with the speed he’s trying to input his contact info. 

“a pizza shrine??” arthur shouts, voice blaring from your phone. “ugh!! why do i always miss these things when i go home! -and then what happened?”

frederik laughs from his spot next to oscar, huddled close in a semi-circle around you in the dark, the only light coming from the call on your phone.

“and then, he gave her his number, that’s what, arthur. because i was right!” frederik trills, leaping around the just-cleaned kitchen of the empty pizzeria. “i just knew that it wasn’t because he liked the pizzas here.” 

oscar rolls his eyes. 

“well, i’m just saying it could be a factor, frederik.”

just then, your phone lights up with a ding.

logan 🇺🇸🍕: are you down for a pizza date? i actually do really like prema pizza.

oscar leaps up with a celebratory shriek, directed at frederik.

“ha! i was right too!”

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[inkcapmushroomsworld]

Charles’ Plan (Arthur Morgan x Reader)

Tags/Warnings: fluff, use of she/ her pronouns, kissing.

Author’s note: Wrote this while bored on a road trip, I hope you guys like it. ;)

Word count: 1136

“I can’t take it anymore,” Charles muttered, sitting beside Javier at the campfire. “I gotta do somethin’ about this.” Across from them, you sat quietly, trying and failing to look casual as you watched Arthur talking with Hosea nearby. Javier strummed a few notes on his guitar, not looking up. “Eh, you really shouldn’t be stickin’ your nose in other folks’ love business, amigo.”

But Charles wasn’t listening. He was already thinking… scheming, even. He remembered you once talking about the wildflowers that grew just outside camp. Without another word, he stood, nodded faintly to Javier, and made his way to his tent. He was too tired that night, but he’d go flower picking in the morning.

And he did.

At the crack of dawn, Charles slipped away to a nearby field and carefully gathered a small bouquet. He tied them together with a piece of twine and returned to camp while most of it still slept. Quiet as a shadow, he laid the flowers at the opening of your tent and melted away, resting against a nearby tree to wait.

Not long after, the flap of your tent rustled open. You stepped out, blinking at the morning light. When you saw the flowers, your brows knit in confusion. Charles watched as you looked around, then your eyes settled on Arthur’s tent. He was sitting on his cot, quietly sketching in his journal. You raised the flowers to your nose and smiled shyly, cheeks blooming pink. Then you slipped back inside your tent.

Charles couldn’t help but grin. Maybe his plan was working.

Throughout the day, he noticed you stealing even more glances at Arthur than usual. But still… nothing happened. No conversation. No move. Just long looks and awkward silences. One day passed. Then two. Then five.

Enough was enough.

Time for another plan.

He caught Arthur near the horses. “You up for some hunting tomorrow?” he asked casually. Arthur nodded. “Always.” Charles had expected that, Arthur never turned down a hunt. Now, he just had to get you to come. Fortunately, he had the perfect excuse.

You were sitting on a log, mending one of your skirts when he approached. “You still wanna learn the bow?” he asked. “I remember you askin’. I’m headin’ out tomorrow. Thought maybe you’d like to come along.” You looked up at him, a small smile spreading across your face. “Of course. That would be very nice. Thank you, Charles.”

He nodded, satisfied. Step one: success.

The next morning, Charles saddled his horse, Taima, and then began saddling yours. Arthur strolled over, his own horse ready to go. “Why are you saddlin’ her horse?” he asked, one brow raised. “I invited her with,” Charles replied, tying a bedroll to the saddle. “She was curious about the bow. Figured this was a good chance.” Just then, you arrived. Your eyes immediately found Arthur, who was standing beside Charles. You greeted them both, cheeks already warm.

The ride was mostly quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the clip of hooves. But the glances continued. Lingering. Meaningful. Charles led you both to a small clearing, perfect for setting up camp for the night. “You two get the camp started,” he said, dismounting and tying Taima to a tree. “I’ll have a look around. See what I can find.”

He left you and Arthur alone, hopeful this time would be different.

You started unpacking in silence. After a few minutes, you finally gathered the courage to speak. “Did you leave flowers by my tent?” you asked softly. Arthur paused, brow furrowed. “Flowers? No… I didn’t leave no flowers.” Your heart sank just a little. “Do you know who would’ve?” you pressed after a moment. Arthur didn’t look up from building the fire. “Saw Charles pickin’ some flowers the other day… maybe it was him.”

That… made sense. But still, disappointment tugged at your chest.

When Charles returned, he found the same awkward silence hanging between you. You walked over to him, voice barely above a whisper. “Hey Charles… did you leave the flowers by my tent?” He glanced at you, then at Arthur sitting by the fire. “I put ’em there so you’d think Arthur finally grew a little courage,” he said with a quiet smirk. You blinked. “Oh, Charles. He wouldn’t do that. Arthur doesn’t like me… not in that way.”

Charles gave a soft sigh and placed a reassuring hand on your arm. “You can pretend not to notice, but I see it. The way he looks at you. And I’ve seen the drawings. Man’s got feelings… even if he won’t say it.” Then he walked past you and sat by the fire, leaving his words to sink in.

Later, after dinner, Charles stood and stretched. “Gonna take another look around,” he said. Arthur started to stand. “I’ll go with—”

“Nah,” Charles interrupted, already walking off. “I’ll be fine.”

You sat quietly near the fire, Arthur only a few feet away. The crackle of the flames filled the space between you. You turned to look at him, only to find he was already looking at you. His eyes darted away, ears turning pink.

“Arthur—” you began. But he cut you off. “Now… I don’t know what Charles said, or why the hell he gave you flowers, but I—” He stopped, rubbing a hand over his face. “Damn it… I like you. Alright?”

You stared at him, your heart skipping.

“Oh, Arthur,” you breathed, cupping his cheek gently and turning his face toward yours. “I’ve been waiting so damn long for you to say that.”

And then you kissed him.

His hands found your waist, pulling you in. The kiss was soft, sweet, long overdue. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, laughing softly.

Later, curled up together by the fire, Charles returned. He saw the two of you, heads resting against each other, peaceful, smiling. He gave a satisfied smile of his own.

“You can learn the bow tomorrow,” he said, flopping down onto his bedroll. You laughed. “Sure. Thank you, Charles.”

As you and Arthur shifted your bedrolls next to one another, you whispered, “Goodnight, Charles.”

He hummed in reply.

Then you looked up at Arthur. “Goodnight, Arthur,” you said, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you once more.

Before long, you were asleep in his warm embrace and for the first time in a long while, everything felt exactly as it should.

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wanna go on a little trip? - 1k celebration!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

hi babes!!

IT HAPPENED!!! (correction - happening right now as I type this) we just reached the first thousand of you here! i am terribly, terribly grateful for you guys being here and supporting me in what i am doing, really. it means a lot to me.

and so I thought and thought, how can I repay you (and also encourage new people) for your wonderful support - and I've come to the point where I'm going to take you on a little trip :)

from 17.11.2024 to 23.11.2024 you have time to get youself for our trip. after that time we are on our way and do not collect latecomers!

well, what will you need for this adventure?

wine drunk (send a 🍷 for a nswf request) — well, someone seems to have had too much to drink at the club on our trip. oh, and who's making out in the corner? where are you guys going? — if you don't have an idea, choose something from these wonderful prompts (smutty one-liners, subtle smut, smut prompt list, first time. smut sentence, smut, “I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it, pull it to the side and get all up in it”) authors: @creativepromptsforwriting, @nightprompts,

our dj (send a 💿 for a music request) — where is the dj? here you are, great! we have been waiting for you. turn on the music and it will be better right away — quick explanation: you write me the song you want and the character, EVENTUALLY the bigger details, and I write the story

oh no, we have problems (send a 🚔 for an angst) — what's that lights behind us? sh*t! i think we're in trouble. it's my fault?! no way, it's probably you who did something! — if you don't have an idea, choose something from these wonderful prompts (angry confessions, post argument, i can't stop loving you, situationship, too good for me, please don't leave me) authors: @dumplingsjinson, @me-writes-prompts,

10 UV (send a 🏝️ for a fluff) — it's so warm under that palm tree! I'm sweating all over, but the fact that I'm here with you makes my heart warm the most — if you don't have an idea, choose something from these wonderful prompts (acts of love, subtly physical affection, shy affection, established relationship, i care about you, falling in love, i think im in love with you, navigating through new relationship, no sexual intimacy) authors: @bonbonbee, @ricesinspo, @dumplingsjinson, @distort-t, @euthymiaaa, @me-writes-prompts)

and now the most important! who are we taking with us? all formula 1 drivers (and some exceptions like Arthur Leclerc), Pogues and Kooks, Avengers, footballers and wizards from Hogwarts

so once again - have fun! thank you lovely and let's fly for another thousand, eh?

your forever loving, fausti

PS. NO LIMITS, YOU CAN ORDER AS MUCH AS YOU WANT! and so can you reblog it to encourage fun :)

all stories will be tagged #tripwithfausti

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can we have more of leclerc!sister x ollie and the guys in her life reactions??? (idk im talking abt maybe some of the drivers and obs the brothers)

DO NOT POKE A BEAR UNTIL THEIR CLAWS COME OUT

pairings: ollie bearman x leclerc!reader / arthur leclerc x sister!reader / lorenzo leclerc x sister!reader / joris trouche x leclerc!reader / charles leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: swearing. car crash (but no one is hurt). an angry ollie. overall angst.

author's note: this came to me after finding a vid of ollie swearing on radio, cause arthur squeezed him on track. THIS IS SET IN AN IMAGINARY GRAND PRIX !!

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''I don't think that's such a good idea, Y/N.'' Lorenzo muttered, glancing at her through his rear-view mirror.

His sister pouted, despite having expected his answer. ''It's just a one time thing, though! We haven't seen each other in so long and after the race, we won't see each other for like another week. I'm sure Thur will understand.'' She pleaded her case.

Explaining to her two oldest brothers that she wanted to stand in the Prema garage instead of the DAMS garage for the upcoming Grand Prix, wasn't something she had been looking forward to.

''I don't mind you going there, but I think Thur is going to be hurt by it.'' Charles gave his opinion, turning in his seat so he could properly look her in the eyes.

Y/N sighed, feeling conflicted. She knew she didn't necessarily need her family's approval to support Ollie from his team hospitality, but she still wanted it- perhaps to not feel as if she was ''betraying'' Arthur.

''Just talk to Thur, chérie. He's the only one that really matters.'' The eldest advised her.

The young girl nodded to his words. ''Yeah, I'll do that.'' She agreed, understanding that it was important to take Arthur's feelings into consideration.

Charles noticed his baby sister's doubtful expression. ''Hey, if you just explain it to him, he'll understand. Don't worry about it, petite.''

''Absolutely not. That's not happening.'' Arthur shook his head, standing up from the couch and moving to the kitchen.

Y/N followed him there. ''But Thur-''

''No,'' he abruptly turned around, his stern eyes focused on her, ''that's like saying you want me to lose. Ollie's my mate, but no, absolutely not.'' Arthur grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

''It's only for the feature race! I barely see him and I'd just like to be there when he's done. You literally see him more than me.'' She frowned, frustration present in her voice as she watched him grab the soda bottle from the fridge- was he even listening to her?

Arthur sighed loudly, letting his sister's words process in his brain. ''Only the feature race? Not the qualifying or the sprint? You'll only be there on Sunday?''

She quickly nodded her head. ''Yes, only Sunday. The rest of the weekend, I'll be with you.'' Y/N confirmed.

Her brother filled his glass, tilting his head as he thought of an answer. ''Hmmmm…'' He trailed, swirling his drink before his lips, staring at her through squinted eyes.

''Okay.''

Y/N's eyes widened. ''Really? You're okay with it?''

He nodded, a smile slowly appearing on his face. ''Yeah, but if I don't do well on Sunday, I will blame it on you.'' The smile turned into a teasing smirk, pointing his finger at her.

The youngest rolled her eyes, but went in for a hug. ''Thank you, Tutur.'' Arthur put his arm around her, his other one still holding onto his glass.

''Don't make me regret it, eh?'' He raised his left eyebrow.

She shook her head. ''I won't, thank you so much.'' Y/N pulled him closer, practically squeezing her older brother from excitement.

''Okay, that's enough love for today.''

''It's nice to see you before I get in the car.'' Ollie gushed. The couple stood a few metres away from his team and machinery, taking a moment for themselves before the race started.

Y/N smiled at her boyfriend. ''I know, I don't usually see you like this.'' He was nestled in his full racing gear, only his eyes visible through the visor of his helmet.

''You like the view?'' He wiggled his eyebrows, a teasing grin on his face.

The young girl pretended to think. ''I guess so.'' She dragged out her words, trying to sound not entirely convinced.

Ollie lightly tapped her arm. ''Hey! I know you can only see my eyes right now, but still.'' He defended himself, crossing his arms.

''No, no. I really like the view.'' Y/N gave in, her mischievous smirk turning into a genuine smile.

The Brit glanced down at his feet, seemingly blushing under his helmet and balaclava. ''Thank you,'' he told her in a small voice, having grown shy at the compliment, ''I would give you a hug, but we're still doing that private relationship thing so how about a fist bump?''

She cackled at the suggestion, but stuck out her fist, bumping it with his. ''The way you said that made me laugh.''

''Yeah? That's nice.'' He laughed to himself, happy he got a giggle out of her. ''Anyway- I have to get in the car now so I'll see you right after?'' An expecting look in his eyes.

''I'll be here,'' she smiled, ''be careful, alright? I know you'll do well, but I still want you to walk out of the car without a scratch.'' Y/N had a small gut feeling, it was probably nerves, but she couldn't shake it off.

''I will, darling.'' He assured her with a nod.

''Okay, good luck.'' She bid him goodbye, sending him off to his team while she made her way inside the Prema garage, standing next to Ollie's father.

David took a glance at the young girl. ''You always look this nervous, Y/N?'' He chuckled.

She tensely laughed. ''I used to worry about one guy, now I have to worry about two.'' Y/N explained her stress to him.

''I get that, but it's gonna be fine- don't worry that smart head of yours.'' David tried comforting her. He figured her anxiety was more bad than usual as she wasn't by her brothers' sides.

''I'll try.''

The race was going fine, the youngest Leclerc's nerves calming down as both her guys had clean starts and were battling in the Top 5. It wasn't until Croft's commentary that she realised her gut feeling had been correct.

''COLLUSION BETWEEN BEARMAN AND LECLERC! BOTH CARS OUT OF THE RACE!''

The crash wasn't big, but both cars ended up in the wall with some force. Arthur went along the inside of Ollie's car, but got squeezed by the Pourchaire and the former teammates made contact.

The entire Prema garage watched the screen with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden turn of events as they waited for a sign that both drivers were okay.

Oliver gave a quick ''I'm ok.'' through the radio, relief visibly going through everyone listening. The Brit was the first one to get out of their car, not sparing the Monégasque a glance as he walked away with one of the marshals.

Arthur followed swiftly, Y/N letting out a deep breath as her brother seemed physically alright from the crash.

The youngest Leclerc sibling noticed the wary eyes on her while she glanced around the garage. She could feel her head heating up due to embarrassment for the situation, hoping the Italian team wasn't cursing her out in their heads.

About 10 agonising minutes later, Ollie walked into the garage. David left their spot, while she stayed there- unsure of what the right thing to do was at that moment.

The young man was first approached by Anthoine who patted his back and whispered some inaudible words into his ear, most likely sweet comforts to calm him down.

As soon as the helmet and balaclava came off, it was obvious how angry he was with the situation. His usual smile traded for a tightlipped frown and a furious red colouring his cheeks.

Ollie merely nodded at his engineer and anyone who attempted to try to make him feel better about the unfortunate end to his race. His father gave him a hug, but David wasn't met with the infamous resting head on his shoulder.

The Brit pulled away and tilted his head towards the driver's room. ''I'm just gonna be in there for a while.'' He shook hands with some of the mechanics and made a run for it, leaving to be his own.

Jamie glanced at her, seeing the visible concern on the young girl's face. He signalled for her to talk to him, tilting his head at the garage exit.

Y/N hesitated, doubting the comfort she could bring to her boyfriend at that moment. However, Gigi gave her a soft push. ''You're the only person he's not going to ignore.'' He told her, confident in his words.

She nodded her head and took off her headset, carefully putting it back where she had gotten it from. Y/N smiled weakly at the Prema crew, almost feeling ashamed as it was partly her brother's fault that they would have to work even harder and longer tonight.

The Monégasque knocked two times on the door, opening it without hearing an answer. Ollie stood against the table, his racing suit hanging around his waist. The indifferent expression on his face worried her, not used to it.

''Are you okay? You're not hurt, right?'' She walked up to him, taking slow steps.

The youngest Leclerc put her hand on his back, relieved he didn't shrug her off like he had done with everyone else.

''I'm fine, probably just gonna be sore in the morning.'' Ollie mumbled, brushing his hand through his hair. The lack of eye contact not doing anything to ease her worries.

Y/N nodded. ''So… what happened there?'' She wanted to hear his side of the incident, already planning to ask Arthur the same thing later.

Ollie scoffed at the question. ''Your fucking brother obviously wanted to kill me with his car and just slammed us both into the walls.'' He exclaimed, getting worked up again.

His answer stunned her, simply staring at him with a frown on her face.

''Like what the fuck did I do? Is it cause I'm your boyfriend and he wants to pull that overprotective brother agenda? It's stupid, everything is so stupid.'' Ollie continued, leaving her side and pacing the rather small room.

The young girl waited a few seconds before saying her next words. ''It was just an accident, Arthur wouldn't run into you on purpose.'' She defended her brother, knowing how Arthur considered Ollie one of his closest friends on the grid.

''Of course you're going to take his side. It was not an accident, Y/N- oh, whatever.'' He sighed, sitting down on one of the chairs, and grabbing his phone from his bag.

''I'm not taking sides! It just looked like an incident, it's no ones fault.'' She stated, clarifying what she meant.

Ollie rolled his eyes, frustration still overtaking all of his other emotions. ''You're really saying that was a fucking racing incident? I get that he's your brother, but that doesn't mean he can't make mistakes.''

''You think I wouldn't point it out if Thur made a mistake?'' Y/N chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. ''I'm not the biggest racing expert, but it was quite clear that it was an accident.''

The Brit remained quiet, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram despite having gone through all the new posts already.

Y/N observed him, her disappointment growing over her boyfriend's behaviour. ''I really don't like how you're acting right now.'' She disapprovingly shook her head.

''How am I acting right now?''

''Like an asshole, Ollie.'' She cursed, startling the Prema driver as it doesn't happen often.

He scoffed once again. ''I'm not being an asshole, I just can't believe you're not on my side on this.''

''I'm not on your side? I'm here for you, aren't I? I could easily be standing in my brother's garage right now with my family, but I'm here for you, because I want to be here.'' Y/N retorted, not wanting to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

''If you want to be there so much, then go to fucking DAMS.'' Ollie said, before standing up and turning around to change his clothes. Y/N watched him with sad eyes, feeling dejected over his careless attitude.

The young girl stood frozen in place for a few moments, after which she turned around and opened the door. ''Bye, I guess.''

She wanted to close the door with a lot of strength so a loud ''bang'' would be produced, but she wanted to remain polite in front of the Prema team and potentially damaging one of their doors doesn't exactly scream politeness.

Y/N got out of the backdoor of the hospitality, too humiliated to face anyone and explain what happened in the driver's room. She stumbled around the F2 paddock, in search of the DAMS hospitality so she could check up on her brother.

In a moment of absent-mindedness, Little Leclerc bumped into the body of another person with quite a force. ''Oh, I'm so sorry.'' She apologised before even seeing who she had run into.

''It's okay- Y/N?'' Her head shot up at the gentle voice of Joris, a rush of relief going through her body that she'd found a familiar face.

Her brother's friend properly greeted her with a hug, bending down a little. Joris could see by the look on her face that not everything was right with her. ''Hey, ça va?'' He rubbed her back.

''Is Thur okay?'' Y/N deflected the question, wanting to know about her brother's wellbeing.

Joris nodded, a frown appearing. ''Yeah, just a bit of neck pain, but nothing too serious.'' He answered. ''What's wrong, petite? You look a bit sad.''

Y/N’s eyes started watering, not able to get the words out at the reminder of her and Ollie's disagreement. The older man in front of her noticed what was going on and pulled her in his embrace. ''Hey, don't cry. What happened?''

The youngest Leclerc shook her head. ''Ollie, he- he told me to go away.'' She sniffled between her words, tears rolling down her cheeks.

''What do you mean? Wait, let's go to Enzo.'' His hands gently grabbed her shoulders and he guided her to the DAMS hospitality where her two brothers were calming down after the eventful but short race.

She dried her tears while making their way to Arthur's driver room, not wanting other people to know that she had been crying.

Joris opened the door, making Arthur and Lorenzo turn their heads towards them. ''Hi, chérie.'' The eldest greeted her before noticing her teary eyes and flushed face. ''Did you cry?''

Lorenzo walked over to her, cupping her face. ''Is Ollie okay?''

''Yeah, he's just really mad.'' Y/N mumbled, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

Arthur shifted in his seat. ''It really was a racing incident, we were both at the wrong place at the wrong time.'' He explained, a similar frustration visible to Ollie's.

''I know that, I tried to explain that to him and he started saying shit.''

Both of her brothers furrowed their eyebrows. ''What did he say? Something about me?'' The DAMS driver asked.

''I asked him what happened and he was saying that Thur tried to kill him, and that you did it cause he's my boyfriend and that you wanted to be an overprotective brother.'' Their sister summarised for them.

''That's bullshit.'' Arthur said, rolling his eyes.

''I told him you wouldn't do that and that it was just an incident, but then he got upset and said I should be on his side, and that there was no way that it was just an incident. Then I told him he was acting like an asshole and he said that he wasn't,'' the three men chuckled when she mentioned calling her boyfriend an asshole, ''he was just upset that I wasn't taking his side and I told him that I was there for him, and then he basically told me to leave.'' A tear escaped her eye which she quickly wiped away.

The men frowned. ''He told you to leave?'' Lorenzo repeated her words, stunned by what she was telling them. He couldn't even imagine the young man asking that of her.

Y/N nodded her head, a pout forming on her face.

''Is he still in the garage? That bastard.'' Arthur got up from his seat, moving to the door with large strides but being stopped by Joris. ''We're not gonna do that.''

''If he's angry with me, he should curse me out! Not my sister.'' The youngest brother reasoned, holding up his arm as if he was pointing at Ollie. Arthur understood the Brit's frustrations, but he shouldn't take them out on his baby sister.

Lorenzo grabbed his brother's shoulder. ''How about instead of causing more trouble, you console your sister?''

Arthur sighed, but approached the young girl. ''Come here,'' he pulled her in an embrace, her arms going around his waist, ''he shouldn't talk to you like that, Y/N.'' Her brother caressed the back of her head.

''I know.'' Y/N pouted.

He hugged closer upon hearing her defeated voice, hating how sad she sounded. ''You want me to actually kill him next race?'' The question managed to crack a smile out of the young girl.

''That's more like it.'' Lorenzo grinned, relieved Arthur cheered her up- even if it was only momentarily.

''Hey Y/N, I'm going to Cha now, you want to come with me?'' Joris suggested taking her with him, figuring she could use the distraction. ''I'll let you take some pictures.'' He held up his camera, knowing she enjoyed messing around with it.

''Yeah, I'll go with you.'' She agreed, gloomily lifting her lips.

Her brothers both gave her a few pats on the back. ''We'll join you in a while, okay?'' Lorenzo told them, assuring her they wouldn't be too far behind them.

''Okay, can I have some money for food, though? They have smoothies at the F1 paddock.'' Y/N's sorrowful expression traded in for a pout, her doe eyes attempting to convince her brother to give her some money.

Lorenzo pretended to be shocked by her question, overdramatically widening his eyes. ''Money? You want money? Why don't you ask Charles, he's got a lot more than I have.'' Her oldest brother exaggerated.

''Because he's probably already wearing his racing suit and there's no cash or cards in there.'' Little Leclerc replied, a 'duh'-tone present in her voice.

The three men looked impressed by her answer, entertained by her quick comeback. ''That's a great reason, actually.'' Arthur admitted, his sister's reply having him think about how driver's never carry money in their racing suits.

Lorenzo sighed, but pulled out his wallet- a squeal leaving the young girl's mouth. ''Thank you, Enzo.''

She held out her hands to grab the money, but her brother pulled the few notes of cash back. ''Only on food! Not unnecessary memorabilia that will just sit in your drawer.'' The stern look on his face didn't intimidate her, but she was aware not to mess with Enzo's words.

''I promise, only food. Joris will keep an eye on me, won't you?'' Y/N mischievously glanced at her brother's best friend, already knowing he'll let her get away with anything.

The photographer nodded to Lorenzo, ''promising'' to not let her spend his money on anything other than food.

Her brother slowly handed her the money, Y/N immediately taking it and putting it in her pocket. ''Thank you, Lolo.'' She used his old nickname, teasing him a little more.

''Get out of here before I take it back.''

Arthur's team debrief didn't last as long as it usually did. Normally, they would have a lot to discuss about the feature race, but since his was cut short, there wasn't much to talk about. His team did advise him to clear the air with Ollie, since the Brit seemed very upset about the collision.

The Monégasque driver didn't have a huge interest in speaking to his younger friend, but at the end of the day- Ollie was his FDA teammate and also friend, he didn't want there to be conflict between the two of them. Yes, he wanted to kill the guy for speaking to his sister like that, but that was something for the couple to resolve.

Arthur went straight from the DAMS hospitality to the area where all the F2 drivers resided, on his way to discuss what happened with the Prema driver. He didn't put any haste behind his steps, not looking forward to meeting eye-to-eye with him.

The youngest Leclerc brother waited a few moments before knocking on Ollie's door, appreciating the calm before the expected storm.

His three knocks came out louder than he had intended, scaring himself a little by the noises. Arthur heard a faint ''Come in'' and opened the door, being confronted with a rare sight.

A crying Ollie.

''Hey, mate.'' The young Brit greeted him, rubbing his eyes and leaving a red colour behind. Oliver stood up from the chair he was sitting on, but Arthur insisted he sat back down with a simple wave of his hand.

The older one grabbed a nearby chair and sat himself next to him, observing the youngster's puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. ''Hey, are you okay?''

Ollie nodded his head, but the emotions on his face told a different story. ''Yeah, uhm, sorry about the race- I reacted a little heated, it was no one's fault really.'' He rambled, the words coming out of his mouth at a rapid pace.

''It's alright, we've all been there,'' Arthur brushed his apology off, understanding it was the heat of the moment that made him respond like that, ''but, uh, you know, my sister is really upset about what happened.''

The Prema driver looked down at his hands upon hearing Arthur's words, a tear falling from the corner of his eye onto his knuckles. ''I- I- I know, I was a fucking asshole- I was just very upset about the race, but I shouldn't have acted like that. I'm really sorry, Arthur.''

''No, I understand, but you shouldn't say sorry to me, you know?''

The DAMS rookie's anger had wittered and was replaced by sympathy. Arthur still didn't like how Ollie had acted towards his sister, but seeing how much it affected his former teammate almost broke his heart.

''Yeah, I know.'' The tears started flowing again and soon enough the bottom of Ollie's sleeves were covered with damp tears. ''I just- is she gonna break up with me?''

Arthur immediately shook his head. ''No, no, no! I think she's just sad with you right now, but she won't break up with you, Ollie! Are you crazy.'' He assured him, chuckling the last part.

''Good,'' Ollie sighed out of relief, ''I don't know what to think or do. I've never been in this situation before.'' He admitted, an attempt to confide in his girlfriend's older brother.

''I get that, but don't worry too much. Y/N is a very understanding person, and if you explain to her, she will forgive you- just give her some time to like… calm down.'' Arthur advised him, knowing his little sister would accept his apology as long as he proper;y explained himself.

Ollie carefully listened to each word that left Arthur's mouth, nodding along. ''Okay, yeah… but like- how much time is that?'' He asked him.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders. ''I don't know. Maybe send her a text, saying that you would like to talk whenever she feels ready to talk.'' He suggested, offering him a solution that always worked whenever he and Carla had a disagreement.

The Brit nodded again, pulling his phone out of his pocket. ''Yeah, that's great, actually. Uh, so I just send her that?'' Ollie sought out assurance again, afraid he was doing something wrong.

He felt relief once again when Arthur nodded his head. ''Yes, I don't know if she will respond right away, but I think she'll be happy that you want to talk.''

With Arthur's confirmation, he typed away on his phone.

ollie 🧸: hi ❤ whenever you feel ready to talk, just let me know x

ollie 🧸: i was being an asshole, I'm really sorry :(

ollie 🧸: hope you're okay, love x

Ollie showed his friend the texts, tension leaving his shoulders at his nod. ''That's good, I know she'll appreciate that. She can't stay mad at you.''

The younger one smiled at that, cheeks heating up. ''I hope so, I don't like the thought of her being upset, especially if it's with me.''

A grin appeared on Arthur's face. ''Oooh~ so cute!'' He bumped his shoulder against Ollie's, teasing the younger guy. ''But seriously, Ollie- she likes you a lot and this will be forgotten in a few days.''

''Yeah… we're fine, right?'' Ollie wasn't too sure where he stood now with the Monégasque, concerned this might affect their friendship.

Arthur snickered at the visible worryness on his face. ''Of course! I mean- I came in here to punch you in the face, but then I saw you cry and I felt bad.'' He joked, although it wasn't that far-fetched.

''Y/N always says that the three of you like me, but sometimes… I don't know, you guys look at me like you want to kill me.'' Ollie said it with a chuckle, but it had been a legitimate concern of his ever since he started dating the youngest Leclerc sibling.

Arthur sighed and put his arm over the Brit's shoulder. ''We like you, Ollie. It's just this big brother thing, you know? This is her first real relationship, we don't want her to be heartbroken over a boy,'' he calmly explained, understanding where the younger one was coming from, ''but we really like you and we want the best for you. Enzo and Charles even check on your races and stuff, they wouldn't do that if they hated you.''

The Leclerc brothers truly had grown fond of the young Brit over the last months. They had seen the positive effect he had on their sister and that was more than enough for them to ''approve'' their new brother-in-law. At first, they were apprehensive about the fact that he was a fellow racing driver, but the 2 teenagers seemed to handle everything well- comforting their worries.

''They really do that? Awesome.'' Ollie smiled to himself, honoured that Lorenzo and Charles caught up on his race results and standings.

Arthur threw him the infamous Leclerc wink. ''Don't worry so much, you're a great gay.''

''I'm a what?'' Ollie's eyes widened as the words left the older one's mouth.

Arthur speaks English with a heavy French accent, causing him to pronounce certain words differently. The most famous example, the way he says ''guy''.

The Monégasque copied Ollie's expression as soon as he realised what he had actually told him. ''No, no! Guy, you're a great guy!'' He pronounced it more clearly this time, making sure the 18 year-old didn't misunderstand him.

''Oh, okay. I- I was confused for a second there.'' Ollie awkwardly laughed it off, glancing at Arthur. ''You should be a bit more careful with your pronunciation, you don't want to get in trouble.''

''Isn't June the gay month? At least I won't be in trouble then.''

''You mean pride month?''

there won’t be a part 2 as this is more arthur x ollie focused! pls don’t ask for a part 2 in the comments or my inbox, I will just ignore it! 🤍

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[izzythedemigod]

How many times has arthur just. Admitted to murder in a taxi??? Imagine your just a lil guy its 1930 (or around that time i think) and you just see this dude waving in kinda a wrong direction but eh prolly just doesn't have good eyesight but then you see he is covered in blood, talking to himself about cults and murders and murders he committed and he keeps talking like a dude named John is there and he keeps on arguing about how "I had to kill that man John!!!!He was a danger to us!" And your just sitting there sweating like oh no oh god oh no

[hiatus-xix]

hmmm what are some fanfic tropes the sdmn fandom should write more...

jumberjack!w2s x reader >based on sdmn camping vid >idk just hard fluff/smut of jacked af lumberjack harry surely

kitchen porter!ChrisMD x waitress!reader >based on sdmn open restaurant vid >chris that gets bossed about by the kitchen but reader thinks is cute >shy ahh Chris that also gets teased by the chefs (harry + Simon + ethan + others) for so obviously liking you >i reckon a fic of just straight flirty interactions + chris being teased by the boys for it would be fire >like, imagine one encounter being waitress being stressed over orders n venting that out to Chris while he's piling up the plates that she has to go deliver + once she's returned having delivered all the food, Chris also gives her a drink or little smth just as a pick-me-up / sweet gesture... reader overwhelmed with graciousness so you lean over the bar to give him a peck on the cheek before being called over by manager >chris returns to the kitchen bright red + JJ (having seen the encounter) teases Chris by describing it all to the other workers (Ethan + Harry + Josh etc.) n they all pat him on the back and laugh at how chivalrous (and bright red) he is

mechanic!willne x reader >oops white mustang ref >based on Will's peru vid

obsessive!ArthurTv x popular!reader >idk where i got this one from tbh - maybe kinda inspired by YOU (the show, not you) >but like, INSANELY obsessed with reader - loves everything about you to the point it gets stalkerish >probs a smut ending - reader confronts arthur about it... maybe says they can have a one time thing just to get it out of his system

athlete!G Clarkey x nerdy!reader >it just works doesnt it >based off of literally everything about him >deeffo a smut, unless we want j a really flirty fic which idm either >but like, deffo themes of size kink, G Clarkey muscle worship, shy reader

Arthur Hill x tattoo artist!reader >idk smth about riding him on the table you're meant to be tattooing him on or smth hey idk

Business!Calfreezy x employee!reader >yk how cal is sorta a business guy in terms of the whole fellas-running-podcasts things? >okay so now imagine he has a thing for you n you can sense that... >so whenever you want smth from him - be it a specialist producer, or a new set of microphones, or a set upgrade... >you gotta walk into freezy's office n he makes you earn it >can either be a single one like that, or a pace change-up where reader/freezy tells the other that they don't want each other just for transactional purposes n then the smut ensues 🎁

WillNE x Freezy!sister >OKAY based from the last idea asw >freezy's sister who's just outta uni + Cal's given her a part time to basically be a runner + assistant for him n everyone in the fellas building >will who notices a cute girl in the building's kitchen every so often + sparks up convo w her from time to time n really likes her vibe >just when he's gonna ask her whether she wants to come back to his office to continue one of their convos, after a few weeks of having seen her - cal steps in n tells her to piss off or smth >will reprimands him for not being very nice + cal validates it w "eh, she's my sister before being my worker - i get to be mean to her" >n then in full launch: hidden dating n relationship trope.

[coffeecat1983]

Heyyy I'm not sure if you're taking requests, no pressure if not, but what about post-movie Luigi beating himself up for revealing Mario's name and relationship to him plus reinforcing Bowser's idea that Peach would be interested in Mario to Bowser during the interrogation scene, because he feels Mario went through so much because of him. Maybe he starts isolating himself or something. If you like that idea! :)

 Thanks for the ask! It was a treat working on this.

   "I hope it's all right."    Mario and Luigi were speechless as they followed her into the newly built mushroom house.      "The Toads used the measurements you gave them to make sure everything's the right size." The princess continued.      "Good thing they did," Mario laughed. "Me 'n Lu bump our heads in their homes. We'd need mini shrooms or something to get to toad size!"    Luigi shuddered at the mention of the power up, a move that Mario saw but Peach missed.      "B-Bowser's still locked up, r-right?"    Peach turned and gave him a smile and a nod. "Still safely tucked away." she replied before looking to Mario. "I just don't get why he was so mad at you. Just for traveling with me? It's crazy!"      "Eh who knows?" Mario rubbed the back of his neck. "Jealous for some reason."    Luigi froze, feeling a knot in his stomach.      "Do princesses find him attractive?!"      "They do if they have good taste!"      "I mean, I don't even know how he learned your name." Peach continued as they entered the room that would become the kitchen. Neither heard the whimper that escaped Luigi. The younger twin peered around the corner.      "M'm gonna be outside." he mumbled, ducking out before either could ask what was wrong.

   That evening the Bros returned to Brooklyn and once inside the apartment Luigi hung up his hat and without a word, slipped past Mario and went right for the bedroom. Marianna exited the living room, feeling confused as her youngest darted past before she could greet him.      "Mario?" she called out.      "Hey Ma," Mario greeted her as she joined him in the dining room. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek.      "My babies, how's the new house?"      "It's lookin' great! Really glad that..." The conversation was muffled as Luigi curled up tightly on his bed. As he lay there in the fading light of sunset, he heard the rest of the family arrive and caught snippets of their random chatter.      "Hey Mr. Homeowner..." came Arthur's voice.      "You boys ready...?" Marie said. Mario said something and there was faint laughter made louder by a comment from the Bros little cousin. Getting up, Luigi shuffled over to the door as hunger began to pester him. Reaching for the knob he paused as he heard Tony.      "Can't believe you boys got an entire house! And all ya had to do was beat up a monster for it."      "Still grateful you boys are okay." Marianna said. "Makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about what you went through."    His hand falling away from the knob, Luigi stepped back as he clutched nervously at his shirt.

   His name is Mario and he's the greatest guy in the world!

     "Ey, where's Luigi?" Arthur commented as he helped set the table.      "Layin' down I think." Mario replied. "I'll get him."    The bedroom door creaked, the light from the hall spilling into the dimly lit room and falling over the jumble of packed and open boxes that were strewn about. Mario's boots were quiet as he crossed the carpeting.      "Hey, Lu?" he said softly, "Weege?"    Luigi shifted slightly but didn't answer.      "Time to eat," Mario prompted. "Ma made your favorite, garlic bread with provolone."      "M'm not hungry." Luigi said quietly. "Head hurts."    Mario felt confused. He'd not sensed his twin coming down with a headache like he usually did. He lightly rested his hand on his little brother's shoulder before standing with a soft 'you take it easy, Lu'.      "Mario?"    The older twin perked up, thinking his brother had changed his mind. "Yeah?"      "...Tell em I'm sorry." he mumbled, curling up tighter. Mario hesitated but then left, quietly closing the door behind him. Returning to the dining room, he took his seat and shook his head when the others looked to him.      "Said his head hurts, and he's sorry he can't come out."      "Oh dear." Marianna said.

     "Guess the boss is pretty happy. The competition for the princess was wiped out!" a guard said as he passed the hanging cages.      "Ugh about time." his partner replied.    Luigi buried his face in his hands to hide the tears. His brother had been killed and it was all because of him.

   The bedroom door creaked again and Luigi cringed. He had heard the family say their goodnights and knew Mario would be back in to check on him. To his surprise, the edge of the bed dipped further than normal and it wasn't his brother's voice that spoke.      "A headache, huh?" there was a hint of amusement in the tone. "Let's see," Giovanni continued, his tone soft. "No music, you're still dressed, and definitely not buried under the blankets."    Realizing he'd been caught, Luigi sat up. Drawing his legs to his chest he winced at the twinge of pain bending his knees so sharply brought.      "Hey dad." he said quietly.      "Hey son," Giovanni returned. "What's goin' on? Not happy with the new place?"      "It's not that." Luigi shifted, memories plaguing his mind. "I just, I mean..."    He hesitated as the door opened again and Mario entered. Seeing them both, the older twin followed Giovanni's motion to sit down, taking a seat at the end of his own bed.      "What's goin' on, Lu? Dad?"    Giovanni nodded to Luigi.

     "We'll see how tough this Mario is, when he watches me kill his brother!"

   Luigi curled up tighter. "Everything that happened to y-you, big bro. It's my f-fault." his voice cracked as tears gathered. "Bowser went after you because of me."    Giving in, he told them everything. Being captured, the interrogation, and how he broke and revealed who Mario was.      "It was my fault! I was weak!" He shuddered, tears streaming down his face. "I almost got you killed all because I panicked."    Feeling heartsick, Mario shook his head.      "Lu, I don't blame you for any of that." He stared at the floor. "Yeah it was rough but hey, we got through it!"      "Everybody panics, son." Giovanni added. "It happens." He then let out a low chuckle. "I remember the first time I really panicked. Was pulling into the hospital with your Ma in labor, and I took the turn too fast and rear-ended someone. It was a disaster! I didn't know what to do, if I went in I'd be abandoning the accident, but I didn't want Mar going in alone."    The bros stared at him. Neither had heard that story before.      "What did you do?" Mario asked.      "Tony went in with her and I stayed behind. Got everything done, went into the hospital,"      "And was such a nervous wreck he had to run to the bathroom to throw up." Marianna finished with a laugh as she entered. "So this is where everyone is." She joined Mario, putting her arm around him and kissing his cheek. Giovanni cleared his throat, a light blush coloring his face.      "My point is, it happens." he said, looking to Luigi. "All I could think about was how I'd put your Ma and you boys in danger because I panicked and drove too fast."      "You were scared?" Luigi asked softly.    A nod gave him his answer. Luigi's shoulders slumped.      "I wish I wasn't such a coward."      "Luigi, you're no coward." Marianna said gently. Mario stood and moving to the bedside, took his twin's hands. "Ma's right. I mean c'mon, you ran in front of a wall of fire to protect me. Please Lu, don't beat yourself up over this." He smiled brightly. "You're my hero, lil bro. You always have been." Luigi relaxed a little, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the bed before wiping away his tears. "Th-Thanks, you guys." He then let out a weak laugh. "I shoulda done what they do in Papa Sal's movies, name, rank,"      "and serial number." the other three chorused with him, sending the little family into laughter. Giovanni stood, patting Luigi's shoulder.      "That's my boys." he said proudly.      "Sweetie, are you hungry?" Marianna asked. Her reply was a loud growl from Luigi's stomach.      "Any garlic bread left?" he asked with a shy smile. Announcing she'd make fresh, she and Giovanni left.

   Mario sat beside his little brother and took his hand. "You okay, Lu?"      "Y-Yeah. I guess." A raised eyebrow. "But?"      "I, I just... can you forgive me? I didn't mean to tell him everything."      "Nothin' to forgive, Lu." Mario said, resting his forehead against Luigi's. "Like I said, you're my hero." He then got up as Luigi's stomach growled again. "C'mon, let's get you somethin' to eat."    Luigi joined him and they went for the bedroom door. "Hey Mario?"      "Yeah?"      "What would my serial number even be?"      "Huh, I donno. Just don't ask Uncle Art, we know what he'd say." Luigi began giggling as he chimed in with his twin. "Sixty-nine!" they both laughed and Mario put his arm around Luigi.      "Love ya, Lu."      "Love you, too."

[sulumuns-dootah]

Demon grandma OC :D

(For those who missed it, she came to me while I was writing this :D)

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Ergath (While posing as a human: Gertrude) 𝐀𝐠𝐞: A gentleman doesn't ask and lady doesn't tell ;) 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧: Abaddon

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐲: Odaxelagnia, Pyrophilia & Symphorophilia

Ergath is one one the eldest demons in the entirety of Hell. She's so old, she even remembers when Lucifer was the only seraphim.

During her younger days, she was enamoured with humans, just like Asmodeus. She was the typical nightlife party girl with a streak of chaos personified. Through her life, she's been with so many people, she could've possibly fucked multiple generations from one family over time. (I mean, how would they know? Grandpa ain't telling you about the hot chick he had one night stand with, does he?)

Wherever she goes, everybody knows her as Grandma Egath and even the kings acknowledge her. Now that she's over it all and retired, she travels over the whole Hell with her husband, Zolgarun, and their surrogate child - opossum named Rama, following Zolgarun's oddjobs because due to his upbringing he's unable to sit still.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐂'𝐬:

Her and Lucifer regularly get together for a tea

Ergath handles all the demon's questions and problems with feelings/love/relationship

She's one of the rare demons who didn't meet Solomon, because she was on Earth, getting busy

Don't get her wrong - she'll still fuck you up if you mess with her

She calls MC young one/youngling

You can ask her to teach you anything and she'll gladly do that

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡

(Read more to find out about Zolgarun ^^)

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Zolgarun (While posing as a human: Arthur) 𝐀𝐠𝐞: Eh, am too old to count... 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧: Niflheim

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐲: Capnolagnia, Autohemofetishism & Erotophonophilia

One of Beleth's good friends and was one of his highest in command before he retired - that spot is still held in case he changes his mind.

Used to be a really big manwhore but once he met Ergath, that all ended. Not even some demons in Abaddon were able to take him, but she did. So one night, after getting the best head of his life from her, he decided he has to wife her up.

At first he comes off as cold and heartless, but he's actually like that fun grandpa that spoils you and teaches you stuff he probably shouldn't.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐂'𝐬:

He still does spend time with the Niflheim nobles, but not so much anymore

Him and Beleth met right after he left heaven. Zolgarun was about to kill him, when they bonded over their shared enjoyment of cigarettes

He's really popular with the Red Lump family for his gentle nature with small things

Calls MC kiddo/lil guy or gal

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧

old Ergath picrew young ergath picrew young zolgarun picrew

[howlingday]

Yeah this is as close as it gets to a new character for RWBY Fate because when it comes to Watts.. I made a lot of changes.. so. Here's the bastard.

Arthur John Watts

Age: 49 → 51

Sex: male

Aura color: N/A

Semblance: N/A

Weapon: necessary discrepancy and Wattson (Watson is a double barreled 20 round revolver that is loaded with homing bullets as well as having a secondary fire that releases a bullet of condensed gravity dust, causing the victim to be ripped apart by the force. Necessary discrepancy is a khatar laced with lightning dust, one stab even if non lethal always deals a shock to the victims nervous system)

Description: Watts was one of the men who fought alongside ironwood along with Robyn, James and Penny's father Pietro during the atlas civil war, he was the one who upgraded Dorothy from a simple pistol to the gun it is now. He is also the secondary creator of project Pandora.. until he was excommunicated from atlas after his creations became too violent, especially considering he planned on making modifications to project Pandora to make it more… “efficient” and after a search again watts, he was kicked out of Atlas, leaving bad blood between him, James, Pietro, and Robyn to an extent. After that Watts became a vagabond and along with his condescending manipulative and arrogant attitude, he found it hard to find a new home.. until he came across the queen of Grimm. She wasn't some wild beast, she was a woman, a woman too tired of existence and only wanting to die. So Watts came up with an idea: he'd promise his aid in “helping destroy Remnant” while secretly developing countermeasures against the queen. He has no intent on dying but his fate is sealed for when the queen sees through his deceit, he shall be nothing but chow for the hound.

"Here's the bastard" I wish my parents introduced me as such.

"The name's not slick. It's Watts. DR. ARTHUR JOHN FUCKING WATTS!" (Sorry. Had to get that Futurama reference out of me.)

Ooh~! How very Watsonian~! And by that, I mean "like Dr. Watson from Sherlock Holmes", not "from the perspective of the fictional character".

Eh... I dunno. I kinda like his original character better. Him starting off working with Ironwood and Pietro works out great, but him being forced out just seems so... mundane. At least compared to his canon background of faking his death to escape so he could work for someone who does appreciate his genius. I'm kind of imagining that interaction between Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor in Superman: The Animated series, wherein Lex wants to outfit the joint project droids with guns, receiving much backlash from Bruce; Watts keeps wanting to improve his machines to the point of endangering civilians, ala making machines of war in a time of peace.

Also, him working against Salem also feels very... Well, I don't think it's a good fit. Watts is an arrogant sonuvabitch, that's for sure, but I don't think him playing "secret good guy" really fits him.

I dunno, this one doesn't vibe with me as much as the others. I can see it working, but I don't see it working as well as canon.

[absoluteocellibehavior]

Ocelli’s TMAlev Masterpost

Buckle in, dolls, it’s about to be a long one. Two disclaimers before we hop into this! If you have not read my Multi-Avatar System, the Eye’s Great Chain of Being, and Spiders for the Web Avatars, pause your reading of this and read those first! Those will be referenced heavily and are crucial to your understanding of how the boys function in this particular AU. Additionally, if you are not finished with TMA or through Intermezzo in Malevolent, this will be EXTREMELY SPOILER HEAVY for you. Proceed with caution <3 Arthur Lester 

Avatar Alignment: The Eye – Complete/Infinite/Record AKA a “Triple” – THE AMBASSADOR Marked: By literally all of them, have you listened to the podcast?? /j Explanation: Ok, ok. I have gone round and round with people about the whole ‘Eye’ thing in relation to Arthur in the past but lemme just reiterate again here. The thing that cut Melanie off from The Eye in TMA was the complete destruction of her eyes. They were entirely gouged out. Arthur’s eyes are still entirely functional, but he is prevented from seeing due to John’s interference. Therefore, Arthur is still fully capable of falling to The Eye and I believe he does. I’ve seen a lot of Dark!Arthur due to the fact that he’s blind and it’s definitely a really cool take! I just don’t see him necessarily feeding in the way that the Dark reads. Now! Could there be an argument made for Cooperative Eye/Dark!Arthur flavored in the way of trying to find pull answers from things in “the dark”? Hidden discoveries and information that doesn’t want to be pulled from? Absolutely. Additionally, I do also really like Web!Arthur. I feel like that fits him as well with the amount of subtle manipulation that he does; however, I flavor this more as John’s influences on Arthur which bleed into how Arthur’s Eye feeding functions (and vice versa).  So, how exactly does Arthur’s Eye things work? First and foremost, I believe that when Arthur falls to The Eye, his ability to compel skyrockets. There are a lot of little moments peppered throughout the podcast but especially in season four where Arthur has these really compulsion flavored moments that have a sort of Web twist to them from John. Secondly, Arthur now has the ability to see through other people’s eyes in the absence of John from his mind (yes, John has his own body in this). Arthur is still blind himself but is able to see through others’ eyes if they are within his sightline, temporarily imposing his blindness on them while he navigates in a third person view. Oh, how the tables turn!  Lastly, Arthur is seated at one of the top links of the chain as THE AMBASSADOR settled below THE ARCHIVIST (Jonathan Sims) and above THE BROADCAST (Cecil Gershwin Palmer). Why the title? Well, he’s the Eye’s little representative from another universe! The main one at least and is marked by enough to hold special status. Additionally, Arthur’s placement on the chain means that he is graced with a Pupil, a low level Eye avatar that holds its avatarhood mainly for servitude. Arthur is a special little guy and gets TWO! Who are those two, you might ask? No other than Noel and Oscar. I’ll get into their specifics under their names but their fall to The Eye was entirely Arthur’s fault and was their fall to The Web being entirely John’s fault. I don’t have the specifics of this yet but the two are now bonded to Arthur and John for better or for worse. Arthur is able to tap into the sight of one of each of their eyes at any time, no matter the distance (two Pupils for two different eyes? Eh? EH? I think I’m clever sometimes-). This also means that Arthur can tap into the benefits when either one of them are feeding using The Eye and he can also help them do so as well. 

John Doe  Avatar Alignment: The Web  Marked: The Spiral + The End (KiY), The Dark + The Vast (The Dark World), The Eye (Arthur)  Explanation: I think it’s generally agreed upon that John is Web. However, if you see other relations with John, please send them! I love seeing different interpretations! John’s relation to the Web is fairly self-explanatory in the context of Malevolent. He is slowly taking over parts of his host’s body as well as being his guide throughout… well, everything. He quite literally controls Arthur’s sight. However, I think it’s important to add that John seems to fear the loss of control in return. Generally, just think back to season four and his anger (out of fear) of feeling like a passenger while Arthur got help from outside sources. John is incredibly manipulative, and his lies and string pulling are clear in his nudges to get Arthur to the Grey Stone. On the brighter side of things, John Doe is also resistive towards a “fate” so to speak. His separation from the King in Yellow had led him to becoming more human, so much so that The King couldn’t get him to fit back anymore. Generally, Web Avatars don’t have others that are tied to them like Eye Avatars do but John is a bit of special case. Like Arthur, Noel and Oscar are bound to John through their falls to The Web being entirely John’s fault. I need to think out what this bond to John specifically does (like stated above for Arthur) but for now know that John has those two under his umbrella as well.  Let’s talk about some marks now! The most obvious of these the The Eye through his ties to Arthur. I do think that Arthur’s Eye alignment has also influenced the way that John connects to The Web. This is certainly clear in how John uses it while still inside Arthur. Admittedly, I need to do a bit more work on my end about how he feeds in his own body. John also is marked by The Spiral and The End from the King in Yellow! Why? Well, the Spiral is all about madness and not being able to trust your own mind and thoughts. That is exactly what the King in Yellow does! The End may not be as clear at least in Malevolent. However, there is a lovely video by the Tale Foundry that talks about The King in Yellow as a metaphorical corpse of god and heaven which I just had to include in one form or another. John is also marked by The End in part of the Dark World as is where all of the dead things from other worlds are discarded. John is also marked by the Dark and the Vast by the Dark World. The Dark is due to…well…I mean it’s in the name- The Vast is due to the fact that if this Dark World contains the dead and forgotten things from other worlds or possibly dead worlds themselves, then the plane has got to be massive. Most likely further than the eye can see.

Father Oscar Pilon-Garcia 

Avatar Alignment: Dominant- The Corruption, Co-Passive- The Web/The Eye - Pupil – THE SAINT 

Marked: The Slaughter (Father McKenna) 

Explanation: Oh, Oscar… let’s get into it. Firstly, why is Oscar’s dominant fear The Corruption? It would have been the only fear that he fell to if it weren’t for Arthur and John <3. Why? I will direct your attention to Part 37 “The Farm” in which Oscar is 100% most assuredly about to be taken over by some parasitic worm if his arm wasn’t severed. This gets pulled on heavily by the other Fears when Oscar feeds, but we’ll get into that in a sec. 

I’ve established before that Oscar’s fall to The Eye and The Web were the fault of Arthur and John. He was NOT supposed to originally fall to those Fears, if any. But he did as his fall was able to pull on just enough inclination in those areas. Oscar is intelligent! We’ve seen this in how he deduced McKenna’s true intentions when he was younger and his investigative assistance to Arthur and John during everything with Scratch. So, there are some Eye inclinations to be pulled on. Now, Oscar is also fairly Web flavored. In general, we’ve seen that The Web loves to prey on religion and I think she has a particular drive towards priests(*motions to Father Edwin Burroughs in TMA* *motions to Father John Ward in Faith: The Unholy Trinity*). We’ll discuss the positives of this first. Like John, Oscar really had a particular fate weighed out for him that he rejected. He was 100% set up to be the violent, unwanted child to turn away from faith the moment he got out of the orphanage and on his own. However, he didn’t. He wasn’t adopted (I suppose due to the violence?) but went through process of holy orders and ordination in order to do his small part in balancing out the evil people that plague the magisterium and to specifically help others through service. Now, to the bad. Oscar truly, truly felt as though his calling and his purpose was Arthur. He gave up everything for Arthur. Finally, it felt like he could see the pieces fall into place as though all of the everything he went through had a direction. He was strung along and then that string was cut. Very abruptly with very little explanation. He doesn’t know the context for that abandonment but what he does know is the fact that he finally felt like his life meant something substantial and that was discarded. He was used. A pawn. A puppet. (Are we crying yet?).

I debated on a few options for Oscar’s title before settling on THE SAINT as it separates it enough from the titles of Priest or Father but brings in a comparison of Saints supposed to being these “exemplars of godliness” and the Fears manipulating Oscar’s ways of being a faithful servant to the people into feeding opportunities.

Speaking of which, how does Oscar feed with all this mess? Firstly, Oscar absolutely abhors feeding. This poor babe will attempt to starve himself in order to spare someone else the trouble. But he must somehow. Now, as a Catholic, I think the idea of Confessional Booth feeding is quite appealing in this case. It’s truly perfect for him. This Sacrament is supposed to be entirely confidential: just between the confessor, the priest, and God. And the Fears entirely twist it. The Eye pries into a person’s worst acts, The Web manipulates what is normally safe situation and a person’s trust in this church authority, and The Corruption worms its way into the situation in the form of the religious ideology of Sin being a stain, a plague on the divine human soul. Oh HO! It’s awful. I love it.

Charlie Dowd Noel Finley 

Avatar Alignment: Tri-Cooperative – The Spiral/The Web/The Eye – Pupil – THE INVESTIGATOR 

Marked: The Buried (Prison Pits) 

Explanation: I have seen SO many takes for Noel’s avatarship and they are so interesting!! Stranger!Noel, Vast!Noel, Dark!Noel! All very interesting options that I can see exactly where everyone gets these from. So, why the three I settled on? 

(Y’all are going to throw me to the dogs for this) 

Generally, when you see a tri-avatar, your automatic assumption is that they’re going to be a relatively high powered one due to their multiple associations. This is the exact opposite case with Noel. His three Fears are fully cooperative due to the fact that they represent his ties to three other Avatars- Arthur, John… and the King in Yellow. Noel has the sort of opposite case than Oscar did that he is very Eye inclined but much less inclined towards the Web. If you take a look at Noel’s previous occupations (i.e police, private eye, detective, and back to private eye in this au’s case) they are VERY Eye heavy. The Web mostly comes out in the trickery that we see Noel pulling off especially in the cases of his expedition in Egypt and his taking on of his best friend’s persona in order to protect himself. The Spiral is quite fun to play around with when it comes to Noel, though. Clearly, this man has gone through enough madness and mind games when it comes to the King in Yellow trying to pull information out of him about the whereabouts of John’s book. He quite literally cannot trust his own mind during his entire time in the Dreamlands. Then you have this odd dynamic after he gets out of the Dreamlands. He takes on not just the “name” of his best friend but specifically the “persona” of his best friend. Why is this distinction important? We assume that, on the surface, the King in Yellow was impersonating Charlie when he was “Adam Fry” in Part 5 “The Gift”. However, Charlie states that he is familiar with Adam Fry because he used “his best friend’s voice” in doing so. So, Adam Fry continues to be an impersonation of Noel, it’s just that, you guessed it, Charlie is also impersonating Noel. However, it’s become so ingrained in his personality over his time the Dreamlands and his two years in New York that he can’t separate the impersonation from his own personality. That’s why we don’t see him drop it at all, not even slightly, in front of Arthur and John. So, not only do you have Noel losing bits of his sanity in the Dreamlands, but you also have him losing a sense of himself outside of the Dreamlands in which he and his best friend’s personality become melded together.

As for marks, I knew that he would have an additional mark from the Prison Pits themselves aside from the overall Spiral. It’s difficult to put a specific fear to it when I don’t have detailed referenced, but I do believe the confinement of it all, the small cells, and the earthy aesthetic to them lends itself to The Buried. 

Why the title of THE INVESTIGATOR. I’m sure you may be thinking, “Um, Ocelli. It’s ‘Detective’ Noel. It should be Detective” and I hear you. However, remember we have now placed the boys in the TMA universe in which I do wholeheartedly believe in the “Basira would’ve been an Eye Avatar if things went slightly differently.” Elias consistently calls her “Detective” and Eye Avatars generally call others by their title if formalities haven’t been dropped. So, unfortunately, that title is taken! Additionally, I think that Investigator covers more of Noel’s jobs as well! Just be grateful that I didn’t go with the titles of Prisoner or Captive that were rolling around for a bit in the mind. 

I need to flesh out a bit more of Noel’s feeding specifically, but I’ll give you the small ideas I do have! Noel’s feeding is very interrogation based. I imagine this fully enclosed room that he visually imposes on the other person. It’s just a very dark concrete room, a table, two chairs, and a swinging overhead lamp. It’s entirely in black and white like a film noir except for Noel’s two piercing glowing yellow eyes fixated directly on the person. He asks all of the questions that the other person desperately does not want to answer all while this swinging lamp passes over the table before swinging away and basking the two in darkness once more. Now, while Noel uses the Eye and the Web to feed himself, the Spiral continues to feed off Noel himself, pulling on his identity crisis and sending him into these sleepwalking visions of the Dreamlands. It twists his relationship with them, making him think that that’s where he belongs. And as a fun little treat, it messes with his language as well. In these Spiral induced states, Noel can only speak in Carcosan (is that a thing? It probably isn’t but it is now!) meaning that generally John is the only one that can get Noel back to his senses.

Dennis “The Butcher” Collins 

Avatar Alignment: Cooperative-The Hunt/The Slaughter  

Marked: N/A

Explanation: Yep, the Butcher is in this too because I love he <3 and this is me and my friend’s self-indulgent “they live” au! The fact that we felled them to horrible fears in the process is entirely beside the point. I feel like the Butcher is the most obvious of these when it comes to fear choices. Like John, I don’t think there’s much debate on which ones he could be. Throughout the majority of season four, he quite literally uses like calling hunting a “devotion” and the love that he has for it. Additionally, Dennis seems to enjoy not only the hunting aspect of it but the killing as well. He likes the blood. He likes the gore. He is a renown serial killer due to this. Also the clear music themes associated with The Slaughter in TMA are also present with Dennis singing as he kills and the constant song playing in his mind. This is also why I think he is a fully cooperative dual avatar because the Hunt and the Slaughter are both fully used each time that he feeds. As for feeding, I don’t think he changes much! I’m sorry his is so short but ah… yeah, that’s all I have-

Nyarlathotep Kayne 

Avatar Alignment: Dominant- Slaughter, Tri-Passive- The Web/The Eye/The Spiral – THE ENTROPY KAYNE :] 

Marked: N/A

Explanation: Kayne, Kayne, Kayne… Kayne is so fun to play around with. Oh my gosh. He messes with literally everything. Let’s get into it. Kayne’s dominant fear as the Slaughter is VERY clear. This man is covered in blood constantly, he killed every other version of himself, he kills other people in extremely gruesome ways and relishes in every bit of it. So, yes, Slaughter is dominant here and was the fear used to pick up the rest of the ones he has. Kayne is also very Web. He is playing chess while everyone is playing checkers. He knows exactly know to nudge his little pawns into place to get them exactly where he needs them. A master manipulator in all forms. He killed all versions of himself in order to be able to “play all the keys.” I think Kayne also has his Eye moments. Due to the fact that he can dance across the keys of the different universes, he has a lot of information. He knows what to tease out of people to get them do what he needs to. I also think this is why his inability to see the Black Stone grates against him so much. Because he needs it but he CAN’T see it. He can see all of this other stuff but not this one. thing. he. needs. Oh! How frustrating!! Kayne is also Spiral. He’s not dominantly Spiral but just listen to him, come on. Spiral drips off of his entire everything. With the amount of mental strife he’s caused to so many people and his love of chaos, Spiral is definitely there as well. 

Due to the fact that Kayne is a preexisting Great Old One and a really powerful one at that, he is able to manipulate a lot of the systems the Fears have set in place for his own gain. The most egregious one is his manipulation of The Eye’s chain. Firstly, he’s gouged his title out, figuratively, to simply be his own name. No one else gets to name him, thank you <3. It’s HIS job to pass out the nicknames! Silly Eye… Additionally, with just how high Kayne is on the chain, he also gets a Pupil. Who’s his Pupil? Well, no other than our precious little English rose, Artie! “But! Ocelli! You said that Arthur is Triple! He’s high up there! He even has his own Pupils! How in the world is he a Pupil?” See, the silly thing about Kayne is that he’s forming a chain of his own using The Eye’s Great Chain of Being to bond Arthur to himself, and thus also bonding Arthur’s Pupils to himself as well. Didya notice that the Fears that Kayne is tied to is also the Fears that the other boys are too? That isn’t a mistake <3. As a fun little added bonus, Kayne also totally changed what spiders were tied to John and Arthur from The Web to the Sparklemuffin and Bunny Harvestman respectively. I highly recommend looking at pictures of those. They’re wonderful.

Thanking you for giving me your time to read this! I hope you enjoyed it! Please feel free to send in asks about it! This has been bouncing around in my mind since I began listening to Malevolent at the beginning of this year and I’m so happy to finally be able to share it with you <3 

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AHHH i missed monday by a few minutes eh it's still monday in some other place so this still counts ...

anyways what I was thinking while drawing this stuff is some stupid scenario where arthur was some high ranking person or some royal guy and he supposedly died in a fire and poor john is now heart broken and only has this singed and torn painting to remember him by but the thing is that no one ever found arthur's body but they assumed it's normal coz fire, but ofc I can't let it pass with arthur just being dead so he's still out there somewhere running from his responsibilities like a real chad and maybe someday there'll be a heartfelt reunion of sorts dunno yet and i may or may not do more with this lil scenario i thought about (also i got the idea for the painting from some pose reference on pinterest)