#cause I kept just staring at that gif of Arthur

[multifandoms4]

Secrets

Lando Norris x Leclerc!Reader

Word count: 1.2k+

You and Lando have been together for about a year now, but no one knows. You kept your relationship a secret because of how the press can be and more importantly your older brothers. You love your brothers but sometimes they can be a bit much, like now. Lando had accidentally left a hickey on your neck and your brothers saw it before you could hide it. And now, they were practically interrogating you.

Charles was pacing around the room, Lorenzo was just sitting and staring at you and Arthur was asking you questions. "Who have you been seeing?" "How long has it been going on?" "Why would you not tell us?" You kept silent and didn't answer any of their questions which only made Charles more angry. Your phone started to ring, but Charles grabbed it and saw it said “Baby❤️” then answered it. “Hey baby, when are we meeting up today?” Lando asked before Charles could say anything. “You’re dating LANDO?!” He yelled at you then he started yelling at Lando who just hung up on him.

You looked up at Charles to see him fuming. “Cha, please listen-” “No, I asked one thing of you years ago and that was to never date another driver. And what do you go and do? Exactly that.” You could feel the tears building up as Charles shows his anger and disappointment towards you. Eventually you got up and walked to your room and started to pack a small bag of clothes. You grabbed your keys and looked at your brothers, “You may not agree or be happy about me being with Lando but it is my choice and I love him. So when you are done throwing a tantrum, come talk to me then.” You grabbed your phone and left.

Lando was parked outside and opened your door for you. “Thank you Love.” You murmured and gave him a small kiss. He closed the door once you were in the passenger seat and got in the car. The ride to his house was mostly quite and he didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry that I caused us to be caught.” He whispered. Lando felt terrible that your brothers were rude to you because he had left a hickey by accident. “It’s okay Lan, the truth would have to come out anyways.” You told him. “I just want to forget about it.” You whispered. He nodded and when you got to his house, you changed into a hoodie of his and laid down.

He got into a pair of sweatpants and laid down with you. Lando pulled you into his arms and you buried your face into his neck. “They wouldn’t let me explain and all I could see was Charles’ anger and disappointment.” You whispered. He pulled you closer to him and held you there. “I’m sorry baby, I wish I could do something to help.” He said and you could tell he was upset at your brothers. “Just being here is enough.” You told him and slowly drifted off to sleep. Right before he went to fall asleep, your phone started ringing. He saw it was your mother and answered it.

“Hello Mrs. Leclerc, this is Lando Y/n’s boyfriend. She is currently sleeping.” He waited for her response afraid she was going to yell at him. “Can you please tell Y/n that I want you and her here tomorrow night for dinner. I’ll keep her brothers at bay but I would like to meet you.” Lando was shocked that was what she called about. “I’ll let her know, thank you so much Mrs. Leclerc.” He replied. “She seems to really trust you if your who she went to when she’s upset. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” She ended the call and Lando finally drifted off to sleep.

Once morning rolled around and Lando took you out for breakfast, he told you “Your mom called last night and told us to be at dinner tonight.” You slowly put your fork down. “She did what?” “She called and I didn’t want her to worry over you so I answered and told her you were fine. Then next thing I know, she’s invited me to your family dinner tonight.” You smiled at him “At least maman seems to be happy I’m dating you.”

~time skip to dinner~

Lando had went out and bought your mom her favorite flowers and he was nervous to say the least. You opened the door and yelled out “We’re here.” Then you heard footsteps which turned out to be your mother. “How are you doing dear?” She asked you. “I’m fine maman, really.” She smiled then turned to Lando “These are for you Mrs. Leclerc.” He handed her the flowers. “Oh they are so pretty! Come on in, dinner is almost ready.” You gave Lando’s hand a squeeze and followed your mom.

Your brothers were already sitting at the table and you could tell they were not happy. “Lando, these are my other two brothers Lorenzo and Arthur.” You pointed to them and they just stared back at him. “Guys this is Lando.” You said trying to get someone to talk. Once you realize that they weren’t, you went to the kitchen to help your mom. “You can come with me if you want.” You told Lando. He nodded and grabbed your hand. His hands were a little unsteady due to nerves. “It’s okay baby. The only one whose opinion matters is me and of course my maman’s.” You joked with him. He gave you a smile and a laugh. You smiled up at him and pulled him down for a quick kiss.

Dinner had gone smoothly thanks to your mother but she truly loved Lando and that was all you could ask for. Both of you were currently sitting on the patio in the back yard. “I told you you had nothing to worry about.” You teased Lando. He rolled his eyes playfully and you laughed at him. “You’re always right aren’t you?” He joked with you. “Something along those lines.” You remarked and pulled him into a kiss. It lasted a few minutes before you pulled away and rested your head on his chest. Arthur and Lorenzo really like Lando once they got to actually talk to him but Charles seemed to hold onto his anger. At least until now.

He was watching you and Lando and he could see how good you are for each other. He looked down and started to feel guilty for yelling at you over this when you had always been supportive of his relationships. Once Lando decided to call it a night, Charles stopped him on his way out. “I know I’ve been rude all night but you make my sister happy and you seem to treat her right. That’s all I can ask for.” Lando nodded “Thanks man, that means a lot to me.” Charles pulled him in for a hug and it made you happy to see that.

After Lando left, Charles apologized to you about how he acted and handled the situation. “Definitely could have been handled better.” You joked with him. “I’m just glad that you came around and aren’t going to try to kill him every chance you get.” You smiled and gave him a hug. “How long have you two been together anyway?” Charles asked as you walked to your room. “About a year now.” You stated and shut your door. “A YEAR?!” Charles shouted and it made you laugh.

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Author’s note:

Hey, this is my first time writing an image so please ignore any mistakes. I’ve been wanting to write things for a while but finally decided to do it. If you have any feedback please let me know but please don’t be rude about it. Hope you enjoyed it!

[the-karma-cafe]

Alll My Moneh | Arthur Morgan

(also posted on ao3 under same username)

based on Arthur's silly drunk line "I lost allllll my money... can I ... have *yours* laydey ?" yes arthur my babygirl you can have all of it

also fun hannibal reference cause i llove

“Bye Ernie!” I called over my shoulder. The man behind the bar smiled and waved as I left the saloon, the doors swinging shut behind me. I brushed my hands off on my dress and stepped down the first couple of steps, eager to head home and away from the drunkards of Valentine. The job was fun, sure, but more often than not-

“I lost allll my money...” A sad voice called out to me from the street.

I glanced over, confused. The man in the dirt street stared at me through unfocused eyes, his stance crumpled and wobbly. He seemed to be searching for something to lean on.

“Can…” he hiccuped, “Can I have yours… laadyy?” his southern drawl lengthened the word.

Despite having dealt with drunk men all evening, I smiled, tilting my head to the side. “You alright sweetie?” He looked like a lost puppy, and, unlike the other patrons of the saloon, he wasn’t saying anything untoward.

The man gave a dopey grin upon hearing my voice, stumbling forward. “M’yeah.” 

I paused, glancing around the street. He didn’t seem to have any buddies with him. I stepped towards him, my hands out and ready to catch him if he suddenly pitched forward. “Hope you don’t mind my sayin’, but you don’t look it.” I pursed my lips. “Where’re your friends, baby?” 

He shrugged and almost fell into me before catching himself a foot away. “Camp.” 

I furrowed my brow in worry. I couldn’t in good conscience let this poor drunken fool wander around the street at night—he was sure to get robbed. “You wanna tell me where that is so we can get you home, cowboy?” I gently touched his arm and he leaned towards the feeling, eyes closing and opening at random intervals. He nodded mutely. 

I went to guide him over to my horse before he wobbled out of my light hold and back into the street, shaking his head. “No! Nooo.... No I don’ wanna go to camp.”

I sighed. “You’ve gotta go somewhere, darlin’.” 

He tried to focus his eyes on my form. “Why you..” he shook his head, planting his feet. “Why d’you care?”

I gave him a pitying look. “I don’t know, mister, but just let me help.” I searched around the street, my eyes lighting on the hotel. I looked back at him, hoping my expression was as comforting and gentle as possible. “You want a room in the hotel instead?”

He eyed me for a beat, suspicious, before nodding and humming in acquiescence.

I held out my hand to stabilize him and he grabbed it instead. I blinked down at our intertwined hands. Not exactly what I had intended, but not… unwelcome. He was closer now, and I could see that he wasn’t like the drunkards I was used to. Much more handsome, and so far, much nicer as well. 

Before he could question why we hadn’t started moving, I guided him towards the hotel, fortunately only a couple doors down, and helped him up the steps and inside. 

The receptionist welcomed us in, noting our joined hands. He smiled knowingly. “Not too loud, now.” He joked. I flushed, stammering out an excuse about how that was not what it was like at all, before paying for and receiving a room key. 

The man with me kept his eyes on me the whole way up the stairs, making no move to help me get him up there. I huffed. He wasn’t a small man. 

We reached the top of the stairs and I dragged him into his room, closing the door behind us. “Alright, mister, let’s get you situated.” His weight was fully on my side and I had to remove my hand from his grip (notably difficult) and wrap my arm around him to keep him upright. I grunted, working my way towards the bed.

He turned and I felt a cool rush of air on my head. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you- Are you sniffing me??” 

He coughed, whipping his head away. “D’fficult to avoid.”

I chuckled good-naturedly. “Hope it was everything you dreamed of.”

I pushed him onto the bed and he flopped over, immediately snuggling into it. I straightened up and exhaled, looking down at him. He looked… cute, like this. He was almost like a child, fisting the blankets and tucking his legs up near his torso. I shook my head, breaking that line of thought. This was silly.

Good deed for the day done, I placed the key on his nightstand and turned to leave. 

“Wait!” A warm weight held my wrist. I turned back to find him looking up at me from the edge of the bed with the sweetest pair of puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen. “Please stay.” He mumbled, like he didn’t want to say it, and definitely would not have if he hadn’t been in such a state. 

I tore my eyes away, looking at the ground. I didn’t know this man. It was enough of a risk just to take him up here—it was even more to stay and sleep here. 

His grip loosened, sensing my indecision. “I understand.” he nodded, not looking at me. “‘M scary.” 

My heart warmed. He was so cute. I reached out and cupped his cheek, guiding him to look at me. He leaned into my hand, eyes closed. “You are so sweet.” I cooed, brushing my thumb back and forth. 

He snorted, eyes opening. “‘M not.” His gaze wandered over my face. Heat rose to my cheeks, not expecting his eyes to hold such warmth and reverence in them. He reached out, his hand aiming for my face but falling and holding my arm instead. His palm was warm. “Yer gorgeous.” The heat in my cheeks flared, painting them a bright red. 

I knew I shouldn’t. 

But he was so sweet... despite his burly appearance, he seemed like he couldn’t hurt a fly.

I sighed and moved my hand from his cheek to run through his hair. He hummed happily, his head nodding forward slightly. “You want me to stay?” He looked up, eyes hopeful.

“Yes.” he breathed. His hand dragged down my arm, shifting and stopping at my hip. My breath hitched. “Please?”

I ignored the warmth seeping into my body from my hip, smiling at him kindly. “How could I say no to that face?” My hand at his neck brought his head closer to me. I heard him hiccup. I pecked the top of his head and ruffled his hair, pushing away from him. 

His hand fell from me limply, his eyes never leaving me as I rounded the bed, shedding my bag and shoes. I contemplated taking off my dress. I had undergarments on but… no, I’d be fine sleeping in my dress. I crawled into the other side of the bed, heaving an exhausted sigh at finally being able to lay down. 

It was quiet in the room, for a couple of minutes. I faced the ceiling, but felt his gaze on me. I turned. His face still held that reverent look. I blushed, unable to fight the smile twisting my lips. “You should get some sleep, sweetheart. That headache when you wake up’ll kill.”

He nodded, slumping over onto his side, facing me. I mirrored his posture, facing him. His eyes wandered all over, but never strayed from my face, despite this being one of my lower-cut dresses. My heart fluttered.  “What’s your name?” I whispered.

His face twitched. “Arthur.”

“Like the king?”

Arthur huffed a laugh. “What’s your name?” He asked instead, just as quiet. I told him. He smiled dreamily. “’S pretty. Suits you.” 

“Thank you, Arthur.” His smile grew hearing his name. “Though I can’t say you’re very kingly presently.” I teased.

He didn’t answer, instead reaching out, brushing hair from my face. I faltered, flustered at how gentle he was. Did he even hear me? His gaze dropped to my lips. “Can I kiss you?” 

I blinked in surprise, searching his face. He pulled his hand back, dragging it over his face and groaning. “Ohh, I’m a fool.” He rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his hand. 

I wanted to kiss him. I was surprising myself left and right today.

I reached out and touched his shoulder, pushing myself up onto my elbow. He shifted his hand to look at me with one eye. I forced myself to hold his gaze, feeling silly. “You can, Arthur, if you’d like.” 

Arthur dropped his hand. “Would you like?” I nodded.

He moved slowly, like he didn’t want to scare me off. He turned, moving his hand to cup my cheek. I tilted my head up, feeling my stomach flip nervously. He stopped, lips brushing against mine. 

Slowly, I pressed into them.

He groaned into my mouth, his hand moving towards my neck to bring me closer. I sighed happily, moving my hand to his chest. I wanted to explore further, feeling him up and down, but kept myself in check. Kissing was one thing, but... I didn’t want him to do something he would regret. He moved against me, trying to get impossibly closer.

I internally scolded myself. No further than this. I softly, regretfully, pushed against his chest, parting from him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, looking at me with sad eyes. I shook my head. "You're drunk, Arthur."

He frowned. "So?" His hand slid down from my neck, rubbing against my waist. He tugged a little, experimentally. His hand felt hot on my side, pressing me into the mattress. 

I bit my lip. "'S not right, cowboy, you know that." I poked his chest weakly. "If it was me you found out on the street like that, you wouldn't." 

He avoided my gaze. "Wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." I whispered, smoothing my hand over his chest. "I don't think you would, though." I didn't know why I was so sure. There was something about him.

He grunted, pushing into me and nuzzling his head into my neck. I made a noise of surprise, falling onto my back. "You don' know me." His lips tickled my neck as he spoke. 

I smiled, reaching my hands up to tangle in his hair. No, I did not know him, but I sure wanted to after tonight. He relaxed against my touch, almost crushing me under his weight. I didn't mind. I kissed his head, smoothing my hand down to rub circles on his back. Within minutes he was passed out, snoring softly. 

I debated leaving, but he had wormed his arms around me, snuggled in to my chest so cutely that I couldn't. I sighed, shifting my head on the pillow. The hotel was closer to the saloon than my house, anyway. This just made it easier to clock in come morning. (A flimsy excuse, but enough.)

[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x Witch black reader ft Superboy! Our Future part 2!

The league finds out about what's going on and you get to know Conner a bit

//In the batcave//

"What the hell do you mean Superman and Y/H/N had a kid?!"

Aquaman yelled starring at at Bruce, Diana looks shocked and Victor just looked confused not that we could blame them Connor just stands there awkwardly.

"It's just as I said Arthur... Superman and Y/H/n have a son."

"From the future?!"

"Yes." Bruce says his tone annoyed Arthur let's out a laugh still not believing it.

"I mean I can see the resemblance but it's still hard too believe." Victor say in disbelief looking between Clark and Connor.

"It is quite shocking. Barry do you have something to do with this?" Diana turned to look at Barry who just shook his head.

"Nope! nope don't look at me I am just as surprised as everyone else in this room right now!" Barry says hands in the air. Superman just let out a tired sigh looking over at Conner who was trying not to look his way, this was obviously too much for the poor boy.

"How did Y/n took it?" Diana asks worried about her friends health.

"She's in the guest room she kind of fainted."

"She fainted?! Haha wish I could have been there to see that." Arthur kept making fun of the situation making Clark glare at him which got him to stop but still had a smirk on his face, Diana spoke again.

"Well what do you suggest Batman?"

"Until we find out what was the cause of Superboy being brought here until that he needs lay low out of sight."

"Which I'm guessing Superman and and Y/h/n will have something to do with that?"

"Of course."

"I think I better go check on her."

Conner speeds out the room going to check on you.

"Soooo does that mean Y/n is no longer up for grabs?"

Victor gives Arthur a irritated look.

"We just met the future child of two the strongest beings on earth and THAT'S what you're worried about right now?" Arthur just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey! I was just asking my brothers been asking about her for months! Man this is going break his heart and I can't wait to see it!" Victor just shooks his head.

"You got issues man."

When you woke up you saw that you were in the guest room the door opens and walks in Alfred holding a cup of tea.

"I thought it would be best to bring you some tea miss Y/n to help calm your nerves."

You gave him a grateful smile taking the tea you loved Alfred he always knew that tea calmed your nerves which tasted great by the way.

"Thank you Alfred I definitely needed it."

"Of course ma'am, and if it is alright with you there is a great waiting outside the door."

You looked at him confused than you saw Conner peaking around the corner giving you a small wave.

"Hi..."

"Hey."

"I'll leave you too alone call me if you need anything miss Y/n." Alfred gives you a bow before walking out the door leaving you and Superboy alone together. And man was it awkward! Neither of you spoke he just stood there looking anywhere but your face and you just stared at him still trying to understand what to say to him? I mean what the hell am I supposed to say?! Thankfully he spoke with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry this is just so weird."

"Tell me about it I mean it's not every day you meet a kid that claims to be your son. And from the future no less."

Kon-el walks over to sit in the chair next to you he really was a cute kid now that you got a better look at him he had your eyes, mouth and nose but everything else was definitely Clark.

"I know this is a lot to process right now and trust me I would not be here if it meant that I could be possibly messing up the timelines by revealing who i am but..."

He looks at the bed with a frowns.

"I had no choice."

"Well your here now we can't change that Kon-el."

You gently put your hand on top of his causing him to look up at you face to see a smile.

"So obviously I can't can't keep calling you by your Kryptonian name you mind telling me what your earth name is sweetie?" He looka up at you with a smile.

"Conner, Conner Kent."

"Conner Kent? Well than it's nice to meet you Conner."

You hold out your hand for him to shake but he just smiles ignoring your stretched out hand giving you a hug again but this time you were well prepared and hugged him back. It was odd but you already felt like you had to protect him even your magic knew that this child needs you it was hard to explain but it was a nice feeling.

"Ah your awake."

We turn to see Clark standing in the door way I feel my face get warm and look at the bed sheets Conner glances at me and has a small grin in his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"huh? Oh me? I'm good never been better!" Why in the hell were you stuttering?! He gives you a smile making your face get even more warm ugh this is ridiculous!

"Well that's good now that your up we can discuss what to do with Connor."

Great this already feels like a custody battle.

"Okay so what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that maybe he stays with me? I know you have a roommate who isn't really found of men in the apartment." That made Conner turn his head at you confused.

"Oh no you don't have to worry about that I kicked them out they were bringing too much negative energy so I now have a spare room."

"So you'll be fine with me living with you?"

"Duh! Beside I could use the company especially with my future son!" You grin messing with his dark hair he gets flustered as Superman gives a low chuckle behind his hand, Conner moves away from you fixing his hair a pout on his face he was to cute.

"Alright alright can we go now? I really don't want to have Batman pointing a gun at me again."

That made me stare at him in horror.

"He held you at gun point!?!"

"Don't worry Conner he did something similar too me."

This time you looked at them both with horror already feeling your magic flare up in anger.

Bruce wants to keep testing your fucking patiences! I better not see his face for a while or it's sight!!

(In the batcave Batman let's out a sneeze Alfred gives him a box of tissues)

I finally was able to finish part 2 thank god I had to rewrite this multiple times cause I was trying to make it just right so I hope I did okay now to part 3 I don't know if I want it be with Superman/Clark to talk to Lois and try to figure out where they stand in their relationship now that Conner is a thing or have him talk to Martha and try to understand his feelings about you now that he knows he doesn't have a future with Lois hehe I love drama

Here's part 1

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“I just need some quiet.” With Arthur 🧡💛

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Worth Much More

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1077

Summary: (Y/N) offers some comfort to Arthur after he comes home distraught and thinking erratically.

The sound of the door slamming made (Y/N) jump, and she was sitting up straight on the couch within seconds. She quickly looked around, now acutely aware of her surroundings. Nothing seemed off in the sitting room, but the loud crash that came from the front room had her up and moving, her mind immediately going to the worst.

She was only slightly relieved when she saw what was waiting for her in the other room. Arthur stood only a few feet from the door, his palms pressed into his eyes as he heaved deeply. A quick glance to the floor told her that the loud sound she’d heard was the table that sat next to the door, which was now on the floor.

“Arthur,” she called out to him, hoping he’d lower his hands and acknowledge her. He didn’t. “Arthur,” she tried again, a little louder this time. Nothing. “Arthur!” now she was shouting.

“What?! Fucking what?!” Her raised voice did the trick, making him drop his arms and snap back at her, his eyes filled with rage. She didn’t need to ask to know something was wrong.

But she did anyway: “what’s happened, Arthur?” she spoke in a soft voice.

“Nothing, I…” he paused, clenching his hands into fists in hopes to curtail what he was feeling. His wife wasn’t the cause of his anger, she didn’t deserve to suffer from it. But at the moment, he felt like he couldn’t put it aside.

“Arthur?” she softly prodded him to continue, the stare he was wearing making her slightly more uncomfortable with each second that passed.

He squeezed his eyes shut as she spoke, using everything within him not to snap. She doesn’t deserve it, he kept telling himself, thankful that some rationality was still present in his mind whilst everything else was being painted over red. “(Y/N), fuck, I can’t, I…” his words came out through gritted teeth as he tried to convey his feelings in the calmest way possible. “Not right now, please, ok? I just need some quiet.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times, holding her gaze on him as she let the words sink in. She knew better than to continue at him for the information, and she was thankful that he’d so far managed to keep his emotions in check. So she nodded and softly said: “ok. Ok, Arthur. I’ll give you some quiet.”

Arthur nodded after hearing what she said. The two held each other’s gaze for a few moments longer before he broke it and moved to the steps of the home. (Y/N) watched him go, waiting until he disappeared upstairs to return to the sitting room. A heavy sigh left her lips as she sat down, her mind now running wild with the possibilities of scenarios that caused her husband to act like this.

She let him take the time he needed though and after waiting an hour, she slowly ascended the stairs. She listened for any sound as she walked down the hall, but was only met with silence. After three, quick knocks on the wood, she turned the knob and opened the door. Arthur was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.

He didn’t notice her enter the room, so when he felt a hand on his knee, he sucked in a deep breath and lifted his head. Her kind eyes instantly met his, and something about them served to instantly quell some of the hurt he’d been feeling.

“Do you want to talk?” she asked him, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “Get anything off your chest?”

Arthur took a deep breath and held it for a moment, knowing that it would be good if he spoke about things instead of bottling them up. He began to speak as he exhaled, “my dad, he, uh…” he paused, running a hand through his hair, “he left town. He took the fuckin’ money I gave him and he left town. I caught him on the platform. He—he was lying about the plan he had…” he ended with another sigh, shaking his head as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

(Y/N) bit her lip as she mulled over the information. She instantly felt terrible for her husband.

Arthur Sr. had sought out his estranged family the second after sauntered back into Small Heath, hoping to put a bug in their ear. It worked with Arthur, and he was immediately roped into this grand scheme of opening a casino in Atlantic City. Tommy told Arthur not to trust it; not to buy into their old man’s schemes. But Arthur didn’t listen. He was determined to show that he also could make smart decisions and legitimate moves. Now was obvious that his choices had blown up in his face.

“I…I’m sorry to hear that, Arthur,” she offered her sympathy to him, gently squeezing his thigh.

“I waited for him, (Y/N),” he stated, pain clear in his voice, “I bloody waited for him just to find out he was takin’ our money and leaving town.”

“You’ll do better without him. You didn’t need his ideas to help you get ahead.”

“I’ve fucked things up for the business,” he sighed, not listening to his wife’s words, “and I ain’t worth much anyway.”

“Don’t say that, Arthur,” (Y/N) was disagreeing with his statement in seconds, “you are worth so much…much more than some money.”

Arthur lifted his eyes to meet hers, seeing that she had an assured look on her face. It was one that made his heart swell just upon seeing it. “Yeah, well…” he paused, a dejected chuckle leaving his lips as he shook his head at his thought, “it’s gonna cost me an arm and a leg to make things right after this.”

“I’m sure it won’t take that much,” she responded, allowing the slightest smile to form on her face as she picked up on the dry humor that was present in his statement.

Seeing her smile made Arthur smile, which in turn made her squeeze his thigh again.

The pain of the betrayal he’d been through that day would linger over the next few days, maybe even weeks; Arthur knew that. But he was thankful that he’d have (Y/N) there to help him through it. He didn’t even want to think of what he would have done if it weren’t for her being there for him.

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MASTERLIST

[websterss]

DATING TEDROS PENDRAGON INCLUDES…

REQUEST: I was wondering if I could request a Tedros x afab reader headcannons for dating! It could go in any way you like!

WARNING(S): none. fluff.

PAIRING: Tedros Pendragon x afab!Reader    

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! <3 Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

At first, you had no interest in the future prince of Camelot. Too busy and too unbothered to pay the boy any mind. You mostly kept to your books, nose delved deep into an enchanting love story that seemed too good to be true. But these were your history. All the fairytales and love stories that your mother told you to help you sleep, were all written within the pages your eyes scanned, and fingers glided down. They were far more interesting than that of King Arthur’s son.

Tedros started to finally take notice of you one day, eyes shifting onto your figure that sat alone in a corner table during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Each time you got up to leave the great hall. His eyes would trail after the swift movements of your gown swaying side to side with each step you took. 

You intrigued him. You had him wondering why you appeared to be the only one who didn’t fawn over his looks, his title, or who his father was. 

Why did he only just start to see you? He pondered whether you were new but you weren’t. You had been there just as long as the rest of the Evers were.

His guilty conscience made him feel bad for never knowing your name. Knowing who you are because you appeared to be a wonderful soul.

It made him question so many things. So he set out to befriend you.

It first began with the introduction of one another. He hoped you would shake his extended hand but you only set your book down and stared quizzically at him. An eyebrow raised at his odd behavior.

“Hello, I don’t think we’ve formally met-“

“We have.” You cut him off bluntly. Tedros winces and retracts his hands.

“W-We have?”

“Yes.” You blink expressionless at him.

“I don’t believe so. I would’ve remember a pretty face such as yours-“

“Well, you didn’t. Otherwise you would’ve remembered that you bumped into me on the first day, told me to watch where I was going. Quite the impression you’ve set…” You gave him a light tip smile.

His face falls. Mouth opening and closing, in hopes to make things right. “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t-“

The hand you raise cuts him off. You save the poor boy from embarrassing himself. “No need to apologize. All is forgotten.”

“What about…forgiven?” He looks up through his eyelashes with hope.

“I suppose that depends on how you make this interaction.” You smirk. Then avert your eyes back onto your book. This causes him to smirk.

“May I sit?” He gestured to the chair beside you. You meet his gaze, pursing your lips in thought. Then turn to your book.

“No.” You want to laugh at his puzzled face.

“No?” He scoffs, but laughter follows after. “Are you reserving these chairs for someone then?” He teases, gesturing to the vacant table and chairs around you.

“No…” You chew your bottom lip. To keep from laughing.

“Well, then how come I can’t sit?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to spoil your image.” You shrug.

“Is that what you’re concerned about? My peers seeing me being social?” He claimed the chair to the left of you.

“I thought of it as more of you being concerned. We don’t exactly sway in the same social group.” Your eyes vacantly flicker to the table a few feet down from your shadowed one in the dark. They seemed to be casting snickers and judgemental glances towards you, or rather where Tedros’s attention was on.

“Then allow me to be the first to be in yours...” You grow flustered with a loss for words. You scoff out a laugh, then finally set your book faced down. You extend your hand and he gladly accepts it. Shaking yours with a firm but gentle grip. 

“I don’t believe I got your name, my lady.”

“That’s because I never gave it.” You smirk. He mirrors it. 

“You’re gonna make me work for it...I assume.” He lets his head fall. 

“In due time...You’ll learn to love rewards.” You tease and rise to leave. He follows suit and stands up beside you. 

So it began. A love story in the making. One slow, but rather enchanting, and endearing. You knew you were being unfair, gatekeeping your name, but your heart fluttered each time he put in the effort to get to learn one new fact about you. One new trait or scrunch or twitch of your nose or hands. The journey to get to know all of you was one challenge he was willing to face.

You didn’t exactly make it easy on him now either. 

It took him a while but as soon as he found out where you liked to spend most of your free time. He had a hard time leaving you alone. Your peace was disrupted by his charming grin, and loud persona. Not that you minded though, the distraction was rather appealing to look at. 

“Thought I’d find you here.” You squint up, the sun half in your eyes. You lift your hand up to your face to cast a shadow over your eyes. Once you finally reel in on who approaches you, you roll your eyes. Though it was hard not to know who came trollying about. He was too loud to miss. 

You shrug, gesturing to the tree you were leaning back against. A green flower embroidered blanket laid out underneath your gown. Your slippers slipped off to help you find comfort more easily. Though your desire for peace and quiet was long forgotten as the prince himself plopped down onto your blanket. He laid on his side, a cheesy smile casted your way. You tried hard to fight your own, but your teeth peeked out from your lips. 

“It’s Saturday.” You go back to reading the page you were on. 

“Yes I know.” He nods. “As opposed to yesterday being Friday, where you picnicked by the wishing pond. Though you never wish for anything.” He quietly mutters, like he was telling you a secret. It was true though. After learning the history behind the pond due to Agatha saving that poor girl and freeing her from her captivity. You refused to partake in any wish making. “Only sit and ponder-”

“And read my book.” You finish for him. “I see you’ve been paying attention, but what about tomorrow? Where might you find me then?”

“Well, it’d be Sunday. Some princesses might find themselves at the great hall looking out for a prince...” He trails off. His hands tracing over an embroidered pattern on the hem of your dress. He smiles as you tuck your feet in, letting your dress swallow their visibility. 

“But?” You eye him over the top of your book. He meets your eyes for a fleeting second then looks away, his face flushes red. 

“But not you. I’ll find you in the library. Tucked away in the farthest corner from eyesight...You think you’re well kept hidden from sight, but I spot you right away.” 

Your face becomes visible as you lower the book down onto your lap. Your eyes soften. “You see me?”

“I do.”

You gain the trouble to suddenly breathe correctly. Tedros subconsciously reaches for your hand. A tingle runs up and down your spine upon his light touches. He smooths his fingertips over your own. You gasp as he sits up tall. Your book falls carelessly onto the blanket as you watch him inch closer. Closer than he’s ever been. You catch his eyes flickering down to your lips, then up to your eyes, begging for you to allow him to press a kiss onto your lips. A plea more like it as he turns into a puddled mess. He breathes out a laugh as he reaches up to cup your face. He pressed his head against yours.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” A faint nod from you was all he needed to proceed. His lips felt soft against yours. Yet the way he held you. Cupping your face, thumbs caressing your skin delicately. Holding you gently like you were a flower in a meadow, hoping not to be stepped on and ruined. 

When he asked you to be his princess. You had said yes. 

As much as you enjoyed being Tedros’s friend. There was something about being his girlfriend that brought out a side to you, one you never imagined you’d have. 

Call it jealousy, perhaps troubled doubts. They were all there, but as scared as you felt. You revel in the small things. The way he reaches for your hand when seated during assemblies. How his eyes search for yours in the great hall. How he brings your hand up to place a kiss upon them. How he tries to sneak you out for a stroll in the gardens. 

You’re quite fond of the memories of your dates at the wish fish pond. You could still feel the gentle grip on your chin as he turned your face to kiss you gently, leaving you breathless each time.

Your timid giggles were enough to have him groan in delight. You made his heart soar. He was in awe of your beauty, your laugh, your affectionate smile. The way your kisses lingered as well that he’d chase your lips each time you pulled back with a smirk.

Though he too had his own troubled doubts. That he’d wake up from a dream, and you’d have only been a part of his imagination. He was scared shitless. Incredibly so that one night during your date by the pond, he dipped his finger into the water. You laughed at his antics, telling him from where you sat on your blanket, that the wishfish only showed you what you most desired, that the fish couldn’t really grant him the thing he wanted most. It was something he had to make happen himself. 

So that’s what he had set his mind to afterwards. 

He fully believed that you coming into his life was no coincidence. He had never felt as connected to someone as he had with you. It was almost like...

Like you were his true love. And he didn’t waste time to tell you either. 

It had been the night of the Evers Snowball. 

When you hadn’t arrived into the great hall. He left to find you watching the snow fall through the high raised arched windows. Though he stopped a few steps away from you. He hadn’t seen your pretty gown yet. A soft baby blue matching his own royal jacket. You had heard his familiar footsteps before you even turned to see that it was him.

“I understand why they called it the Evers Snowball now.” You giggled. You then turned to face him with a beaming grin. “Hard to believe since it was clear blue skies and puffy white clouds yesterday. Though this is a magical school. Nothing’s ever impossible.” You stepped forward. Offer your hands for him to grab. He smirked because you were in fact right. He curls his fingers into your palm. Your hands curl into each other. Your smile remains as you try to meet his eyes. Head tilting in confusion as to why he wouldn’t meet your gaze. He turns to eye the falling snow. 

Quite the perfect evening. A magical aura wrapping itself around you both. This moment with you truly felt like one from a well known fairytale. Though Tedros knew as much this would be your own fairy tale to tell in the future.

“Tedros?”

“Mmm.” He turned his head to meet your eyes now. He chewed on his bottom lip as he hummed in thought.

You only laughed. “You okay?”

“I’m great!”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. It’s all perfect. Being right here with you.” 

You only rolled your eyes thinking he was trying to be a sap again. You playfully slap his shoulder clad with blue epaulets. 

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s head back to the great hall, no? I’m in the mood for a dance to be honest.” You breathe out a laugh. You pass him with a hand on his shoulder. You had taken a few steps forward only to look back to see his back turned to you. You halt and frown. “Tedros?”

“No.” He shakes his head. Your heart skips.

“No?”

“No. Let’s not head back just yet.” He turns around to face you. 

“Okay...” You step closer. “We can stay here for a bit if you prefer.” 

“No I do- I do want to head back, but I just. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do...” You raise a brow at him confused. You open your mouth to ask what he wants to show you, but your only left gaping as he lowers himself onto one knee. “Well...ask you really.” He laughs out nervously. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a black velvet box. You were all too familiar with these kinds of scenarios. What surely was a ring beneath the closed lid didn’t pass you. You place your hand over your mouth in shock. Your other hand holds your stomach. You were thankful at that moment, you hadn’t eaten dinner yet. 

“Tedros-” You begin but he cuts you off.

“B-Before you say anything. I just want you to know that you are sure not like anybody I’ve ever met before. Until I got to really know you. I had no faith in falling in love because of what happened with my father and mother. In fact the concept of love scares me. It still does...” He gives a faint smile, one you reciprocate lightly. “But if there’s one thing I’m positive about is that you’ve made me want to be better. Make me want to see the world for more than just black and white, for more than just evil and good. You’ve been a wonderful best friend, but you have been the best love I’ve ever had.” He pops open the small box. You cry out a laugh. Tears brimming your eyes. “My true love.” 

“True love?” Your eyes widened.

“You are my one true love. I believe that this, right here. You and me. Us. It’s meant to be, that the universe brought us together, and if that’s not true then I don’t know what to believe in anymore because I can’t imagine my life without you. You, Y/n, are my one true love, and I’ll be damned if someone who’s writing our story thinks otherwise.”

You were a crying mess at this point. You tilt your head, a beaming smile on your lips as you look down at him on a knee before you.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” You breathe a laugh out. Tedros lets a tear slip down his cheek, his charming smile gracing you.

“I’m getting to it!” He laughs. 

“Sorry...go on.” You composed yourself. Nodding and gesturing to continue. You couldn’t stifle your laughter though. 

“Will you marry me?” He takes the ring out of the box and gestures it to you. “Be my ever after?”

“Yes!” You beam. Gently cupping his face, and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He slips the ring onto your ring finger and stands to his full height. Cupping your face this time and pressing a hard but slow kiss on you.

“She said yes!” Multiple cheers and hollers startle you, causing you to pull away and look back towards the great hall entrance doors. 

You scoff out a laugh seeing multiple Evers, a few buddies of Tedros, and surprisingly a few Ever girls. Applauding you and Tedros. 

You look back to him, a cheesy smile on your face now, as your hands slide to cup the back of his neck. He leans forward to press your heads together, eyes closed, cherishing each other’s touch, and embraces. 

You can’t help the laugh that emits past your lips as the cheering only grows louder. It’s not long before you’re drowned in confetti. You gasp, blinking up to the ceiling as little pieces of plastic fall all around you, but the bigger surprise is when they start to dissolve before they can even touch the ground. It only adds to the magical feeling that swells in your heart. 

You lean in to give him another small peck. He chases after your lips. Then sighs in relief when you allow them to get caught up with his own. “I love you...” He mutters out gently, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you more, my ever after.”

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save me from the nothing i've become

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John’s eyebrows raised up in surprise. He had no idea that Abigail had settled down. “I– I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a feller,”

She tilted her head, appearing confused. Then, understanding washed over her. “Oh, John, I’m not…” She shook her head. “I’m not married.”

She could tell he was still (justifiably) confused, so she continued. “I’d like to introduce you to someone. John, this is my son, Jack… Jack Marston.”

//

1899. Three months after the dissolution of the Van Der Linde gang, John reunites with Abigail, whom he hasn't seen in 5 years. Unbeknownst to him, she's kept a part of him with her the whole time.

NOVEMBER 1894

That fateful evening, everything had seemed relatively normal. Until, of course, it wasn’t.  

Abigail approached John at the campfire. The New Austin heat had cooled as the sun went down, and now there was a chill in the air. As such, he had been sitting with Arthur and Javier, the latter strumming his guitar somewhat aimlessly. 

“John? Can I talk to you?” She asked. 

“Yeah, ‘course.” He looked her up-and-down. There was something wrong, her body language was off, her voice a little shaky. She’d been acting standoffish and strange lately, so he’d been giving her space. Perhaps she was upset by it, and they’d likely argue. But then they’d go back to normal soon enough, as they always did. 

She glanced at the other two men. Arthur was nodding off, and Javier was paying no attention, instead focused on his guitar. She cleared her throat. “Can we talk alone?” 

John raised an eyebrow, but complied nonetheless. He grabbed his jacket off of the ground first, slightly put off by the fact that he had to leave the warmth of the campfire. Abigail lead him to the area overlooking the rocky cliffside, where two sideways barrels sat as makeshift seats. She gestured to one of the barrels. John sat, confused.

He looked at her, tilting his head. “You alright?” He was starting to get a little worried. 

“No. Yes. I will be.” She sat down on the other barrel gingerly, folding her hands in her lap. 

Her confusing answer did little to abate his worries. On instinct, he shrugged his jacket off and placed it around her shoulders. She accepted the gesture with little gusto.

“It’s okay. You can tell me,” he assured her. 

Abigail nodded tensely. She shook her head, a humorless chuckle escaping her throat. “Christ, I just.. I’ve been tryin’ to figure out the best way to say this. Spent all day tryin’ to come up with the words and I still can’t.” 

John was silent as he waited for her to continue. 

She was quiet for a good while, staring up at the stars. The sky was an inky black, and the cosmos twinkled in a cloudless sky. “I just— I can’t keep doin’ this, John.”

His heart sunk. What did she mean by that? Couldn’t continue with their relationship? He couldn’t think of anything he’d done wrong lately, besides being a little distant. But they both liked their space at different points, and it was never an issue before, so why would it be a problem now?

John opened his mouth. Closed it. “I… you’re breakin’ up with me?” He let out an awkward sort of breathy laugh as a nervous tic.

Abigail pursed her lips, mulling over her words. She shook her head. “No. I need out of this,” she gestured loosely. “This life, I can’t do it.” 

What else would she do? She hated her life before. Was her old life really better than whatever existence she’d carved herself in the gang? 

“So… you’d rather go back to prostitutin’?” He asked, indignant. He felt immediate regret upon seeing her expression. The way her mouth pressed into a thin line and her brow furrowed. 

She stomped her foot angrily, a cloud of dust rising from the impact. “That ain’t what I’m sayin’ and you know it! Christ, you can be so—“ She cut herself off with a clench of her fists. 

“So what are you sayin’, then? You leavin’ ‘cause ‘a me?” He stood up, rising to his full height. He was just about ready to storm off and leave. 

“Will you get your head outta your own ass for a minute an’ listen to me? This ain’t helpin’ nothin’!” She threw her hands in the air, gesticulating with an air of anger. 

John sat back down with a huff. “I’m sorry. Go on.” he forced out. He had so many questions, so much more he wanted to add. But he’d hear her out; deep down, he knew she was right. Arguing wouldn’t help her explain herself. 

She shook her head sadly, not meeting his gaze. “It ain’t nothin’ against you, John. You know how much I care about you. But I gotta do what’s best for me.” She hugged herself — hugging the jacket, John’s jacket, closer.

“And?” he pressed.

Her arms were still crossed, but the ire was gone from her voice. “I need to feel safe, and livin’ on the run with a bunch’a criminals ain’t safe. I have to protect myself.” 

Rationally, John couldn’t argue with her logic. But the thought of losing her hurt more than he could have ever thought. 

He said nothing in response — Hell, what even could he say?

Abigail reached out to touch his arm. “I’m sorry, John. I ain’t doin’ this to hurt you.” She let out a sigh, and when she finally met his gaze, her eyes were misty. “I already know what your answer is gonna be. But I have to ask, ‘cause I’ll spend the rest of my life kickin’ myself if I didn’t. Will you come with me?”

His mouth went dry. There were two clear-cut paths laid out in front of him. 

He could keep living this life — wild, lawless, dangerous. All the freedom he could want and all the danger that came with it. Going to sleep and wondering if he’d be greeted with a torched camp and a knife in his throat in the morning. The constant brushes with death and the exhilarating temptation it brought.

Or a life with Abigail. Freedom — but in a very different way; experiencing the wild, untamed world with the woman he loved by his side. 

That meant no more gang. No more safety net. No more stability. No more Arthur or Hosea or Grimshaw or Dutch.

Dutch… 

He thought of how Dutch would react, shuddering. He’d be labeled a traitor… and maybe Dutch would be right for it. After all, how selfish could he be? To leave his family, even if it was for Abigail? He couldn’t do that, could he? They needed him.

But Abigail wanted him. Yet she was willing to leave, seemingly with or without him. She’d survived much longer without him. True, she didn’t need him. But did the gang need him? Surely they did, he put his due effort in and in turn they took care of him. He owed the whole gang so much. 

He bowed his head down, unwilling to see the look on her face when he rejected her. “I… I can’t.” You fucking coward. 

Abigail nodded, seeming like she expected this. “I know,” she said sadly. She rose from the barrel she was sitting on. Silhouetted by moonlight, the grayish jacket on her almost looked like a pair of angel’s wings. 

Perhaps, she was an angel, of sorts. She wasn’t meant to stay in Hell with him. She was meant to soar to the heavens, far above this life. 

She was leaving. She was leaving him. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, a dull ache blooming in his chest. “Wait. Abigail?” 

“Yeah?” 

He couldn’t let her leave without saying it at least once. He exhaled shakily. “...I love you,” It felt only fair that if she was going to shatter his heart, he may as well give it to her fully. 

She gave him a sort of sad smile. “I know you do, John. I know you do.” 

And just like that, she was gone, like smoke dissolving in the air, having left his heart adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

OCTOBER 1899

FIVE YEARS LATER

Three months.

Three months had passed since everything had fallen apart. 

He had rode until the horse he’d stolen (after Old Boy had been shot out from under him) until it dropped. Then another, and another after that, until he’d passed through West Elizabeth. He spent his time roaming New Austin for a few weeks, then he went north into New Mexico. 

John wandered the desert almost as a ghost, wandering from place to place aimlessly. He was far enough away that he hadn’t seen any Pinkertons, and he’d done his due diligence to cover his tracks.

He hadn’t fully let his guard down yet, but he felt confident enough to stay in a settlement for more than a day or two. 

That was how he had found himself in his newest haunt. For the southwest, it was a decently big town — one by the name of Brimstone. It wasn’t quite the size of Blackwater, but it was close to as large, and besides, it was a good place to lie low.

John hitched his newest horse in front of a water trough. “Go ‘head, get yourself a drink, miss. You’ve earned it,” he said, smoothing his hand down her mane. 

He’d stolen the Gypsy Cob from a rather bold bounty hunter (who’d unfortunately caught a bullet in between his eyes). She was a pretty thing, white splashed-bay coated with soul-stirring blue eyes. “I’ll be back, lady. Think I’m gonna get myself a drink an’ find us a place to stay.” He had no reason to speak to the horse, but he’d been sorely lacking conversation as of late. 

The horse, naturally, didn’t answer him back, getting herself a well-deserved drink.

The town’s saloon was right across from where he’d hitched his horse. It was a short walk inside, every step made a little more excruciating by the sun beating down on him. 

God, he was filthy. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t caked in sweat. 

The saloon, of course, housed degenerates of all sorts — the exact people John fit in seamlessly with. However, it was fairly empty, considering it was high noon.

All the better. Meant less people would talk to him. The wooden floors creaked under every step he took, drawing the attention of the few patrons inside. 

John fished a coin out of Arthur’s his satchel and apathetically tossed it onto the bar.

The bartender looked at him curiously. “You new ‘round these parts, stranger?”

“Guess you could say that,” John replied impassively. “Gimme a whiskey.” 

The bartender poured him a shot and slid it to him. “You look rough, partner.”

“Feel rough,” John muttered before tossing his head back and downing the shot. The acrid taste and slight sting in his throat made him feel a little bit less like a zombie. 

The room was quiet for a moment. The only other patrons were either sad drunks half-asleep on the floor, or crusty old men playing cards.

It was a downright depressing environment. Then again, he supposed he fit in perfectly with that. 

“We got rooms and a bath upstairs, if you need ‘em. Fifty cents for both.” The bartender informed him.

John sighed deeply. He reached into the satchel blindly, then placed a dollar coin on the counter. “That should cover me for about one bath and three nights.” 

“Thank you kindly, sir. Can I get you anythin’ else?”

“Nope,” John replied tersely. “Just the bath.” 

“Sure, partner. Bathroom’s upstairs, first door on the right.”

He muttered a thanks in reply and pushed himself away from the bar. 

As swiftly as he could manage, John sorted himself out. There was no reason to be hurried, but months of being on the run, it had become a habit to do just about everything quickly. After all, he had no idea when he’d next have to pack his things and go. 

That had been his reality ever since the Blackwater incident. For most of the year, there was always someone hot on his tail, only now he didn’t have the safety in numbers that being in the gang provided.

Firstly, set down the few items he owned inside his rented room. Soon after scrubbing himself clean in a rather tepid bath, shaving, and putting on (semi) clean clothes, John walked outside, the blazing sun still high in the sky. According to the bartender, there was an open-air market the next street over. He needed supplies; it had been almost two weeks since he’d bought anything, and his rations were getting uncomfortably low. Should he have to flee town suddenly, he’d probably be up shit creek without a paddle. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t have any money. When Arthur gave him the satchel, there was a ridiculous amount of money with it.

Arthur…

It still hurt to think about him. Hurt to think about a lot of people. All the people he’d lost. 

Hosea. Miss Grimshaw. Lenny. Sean. Kieran. Jenny. Mac. Davey.

Even Abigail, though she wasn’t a direct consequence of Dutch’s insanity. Though it had been years, he still felt her absence keenly. Almost like a wound that never quite healed. She haunted his thoughts nearly every day — but did she still think of him?

He had no idea if she was even alive. And now, it would be nigh impossible to find her with the bounty on his head. 

Perhaps it was fate that he ended up completely alone. He’d spent his formative years alone on the streets, and now it was much the same.

Of course, the difference was that he knew how to take care of himself. 

Still, he was just as alone as he’d been then. 

The open-air market was much larger than he expected. Not only that, but it was rather crowded considering the time of day. 

Merchants came from decently far, but considering Brimstone was the only town for miles, it made sense. The closest town was Tumbleweed, and it had taken him about two days to get from Tumbleweed to Brimstone. 

He was perusing the lackluster selection of fruit — granted, it was hard to get a nice selection of produce all the way out in the desert. A kindly old woman was selling plums, upselling to him about how they were the best locally-grown fruit you could find in Brimstone.

His stomach growled at the prospect of having something fresh to eat. He’d been living off of canned food and jerky (when he remembered to stop and actually eat, that was) for months. 

“How much will it be?”

“Five cents, sir,” 

He fished around inside his satchel until he found a quarter and placed it in her wrinkled hand. Then, he grabbed a second plum. “Keep the change, ma’am,” 

She grinned. “Bless you, young man.” 

Sometimes, it was the simplest acts of kindness that made him feel a little less like an irredeemable monster.

John nodded at the old saleswoman, then continued to wander aimlessly. He didn’t exactly know what he wanted to buy, but he was hoping something else would catch his eye the way the plums did. 

The trapper’s stand didn’t have much that interested him, but he did stroll by a little slower upon seeing a few of the pelts. Nothing was quite attention-grabbing enough, and after a moment he continued on.

Until he stopped dead in his tracks — because the woman just a few yards ahead looked eerily familiar. 

It couldn’t be… could it? 

Abigail. 

He’d recognize her anywhere. The woman who had haunted his dreams every day since she had left his life. 

She looked good. Happy. Relaxed. Healthy. All adjectives that couldn’t be used to describe himself.

She turned to face him — and when their eyes met, it was as if time had completely frozen. He forgot how to speak, how to stand, how to breathe. His mind played those last moments between them, how she had left him with his heart in her palm.

“Wait. Abigail?” 

“Yeah?” 

“...I love you,” 

“I know you do, John. I know you do.” 

“John?” 

“Abigail,” he whispered. He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. He pushed away the urge to run to her, scoop her into his arms and never let go, instead walking to her at a slightly hurried pace. He bumped into indignant townsfolk, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. His sights were solely on Abigail. John had complete tunnel vision; all he could focus on was her.

He was enraptured yet again by her bright blue eyes. They seized all the sadness in his heart when she looked at him. 

“It’s, um, it’s really good to see you,” He finally said, dumbly. He mentally kicked himself. He’d been thinking about this moment for five years and that was the best he could come up with?

His only other want was to take her into his arms and kiss her like he’d never see her again. He had so many questions for her. How long had she been here? Why was she in Brimstone, the middle of nowhere, of all places? 

“I heard what happened, it was in all the papers," she said, face scrunched in concern. “...You look like death.”

How he’d missed her. He thought about her so often, wondering what a reunion between them would be like. 

"Thanks," he replied, accompanied by a dry laugh, "I feel like death." 

She reached out to touch him, just a brush of her hand against his chest. Still, it made his heart flutter.

“...I thought you were dead,” she added quietly. 

John could say the same about her. He sighed, trying to ignore the memories she unwittingly dredged up. “I was one of the lucky ones,” 

“Karen? Arthur? Hosea?” 

He simply shook his head, eyes downcast. There was so much he needed to tell her. It would surely take hours just to cover everything that had happened this year alone.

She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. “God, I’m sorry,” 

At that moment, a little boy — one with eyes that were the same blue as Abigail’s — decided to make his presence known, tugging on Abigail’s skirt insistently. “Mama, what are we doin’?” 

John’s eyebrows raised up in surprise. He had no idea that Abigail had settled down and had children. “I– I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a feller,” 

She tilted her head, appearing confused. Then, understanding washed over her. “Oh, John, I’m not…” She shook her head. “I’m not married.”

She could tell he was still (justifiably) confused, so she continued. “I’d like to introduce you to someone. John, this is my son, Jack… Jack Marston.”

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Till the Sun Rises

Okay okay, it’s time people

it’s

it’s

Chubby Arthur x Chubby reader smut time because

DAMNIT I WANT CHUBBY READER AND CHUBBY ARTHUR

HIS THIGHS WILL BE PRAISED DAMNIT

anyway

@kieropal​​ This is for you! (and me lmao) Congrats on getting over 100 followers! You deserve so many more than that! And I hope you like the rest of this just as much as you liked the WIP! 

Warnings: Chubby Arthur x Chubby reader, smut, 18+ themes sexual in nature, Female reader

18+ Under the cut y’all!

You crossed your legs and hoped to God that no one noticed.

You hoped to God that no one had noticed who you’d been staring at, who caused you to cross your legs, especially hoping that the person you’d been ogling didn’t.

Considering he had an ax in his hand you figured he had better things in mind.

You tried your hardest not to feel the way you did, truly, honestly.

You just couldn’t help it.

The more you looked at him…The more you felt a heat begin to pool in your stomach.

Plus, every time you talked to him you could feel yourself trip over your own words like you hadn’t been talking your entire life. 

Arthur Morgan was a specimen, that much was true.

You watched with a sideways glance his way as he brought the axe up over his bare chest and swung down, cracking a log in half with a resounding crack! And he gave a grunt as he tossed the two pieces to the side to replace them with a fresh log.

It was hot in Clemmon’s Point, and you didn’t blame him for taking his top off.

But God did it make things difficult for you.

Dangling the shirt around his waist next to his suspenders, it was almost as if he was taunting you.

It was like he knew.

Like he knew that you couldn’t help but notice the way the muscles moved under his skin.

His arms flexing involuntarily with every movement, his forearms showing the most, with his back following, he might have had a bit more fat on his body, but that didn’t take away from the strength there.

He was a little round in the middle, no one could deny that, his stomach came over his belt, but if anything that added to the attraction of him. A man with a stomach ate well, and he ate well because he worked hard. 

His chest was meaty in the best way, and covered in a dusting of chest hair, just enough to be handsome as hell, placed in all the right places, not too much of it, not too little.

Well-trimmed and well groomed.

He kept his hair short with a fade and kept a beard just slightly longer than his jawline, occasionally swapping it for a gentle stubble, like he had now to try and fight the heat of the south.

Arthur Morgan was a massive man, almost of beastly size, both in height and and in width.

And it made you hot and bothered to no end and every time he opened his mouth it was like heaven was tumbling out of his vocal cords.

That voice was like listening to honey, yet somehow it was rough in all the right places, you’d listened to him threaten so many people, camp members who happened to cross him on a bad day, people in town who tried to start trouble...

The way he lowered his voice?

Christ, he already had a low voice as it was, but he dropped an octive or two when he wanted to be threatening.

You knew it was supposed to be threatening.

You knew that.

But 

Shit it did not feel that way.

You felt your entire body heat up every time he did it. 

You were never able to control the direction your head went. He’d open his mouth, threaten someone to be careful or he’d split their chest wide open, and all you could think about was him taking control of you.

“Just like that Princess....arch just a little more for me, you’re bein’ such a good girl for me, takin’....shit...takin’ my whole cock like this....”

Those thoughts crossed your mind far too often, his hands all over your body, his voice in your ear, commanding you, muttering such awful, sinful things...

You were so embarrassed.

He was your friend, the two of you hadn’t had any kind of romantic interaction at all, yet every time you looked at him? 

God, you just couldn’t focus. 

This hadn’t happened until recently, the last two months, your entire body just seemed to react to him. 

He had a fantastic personality too, it wasn’t just about his body, or his voice. He was a great man. Sure he could threaten someone, he killed men, he robbed, conned, but....he had a softer side, a kinder side, and you saw it, as much as he wished that no one did, you did. 

He had a reputation to hold up.

He was patient with those who deserved it, funny, smarter than he let on, and just all around...

Sweet.

Everything about him attracted you. He was rough, but he was soft too.

He could strangle you.

But you wanted him to. 

But he could also hug you, keep you safe, and you wanted that too.

“Y/N, I been talkin’ to you for the last five minutes, you hear a single word I said?” 

You blinked and look up at the voice, your face going red immediately as you looked into those blue-green oceanic eyes. 

Arthur leaned against the handle of the axe, his elbow propped against it and the head of the axe planted securely on the ground. Still stationed over by the wood, but considering you’d managed to take the closest seat available to the wood you were sure more than likely he’d noticed you staring. 

His head cocked to the side with a sly smirk on his face. 

“Lil preoccupied there are ya? Thinkin’ about somethin’ you shouldn’t be?” 

You floundered for a moment, opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

“I...No...I...I..I..” You couldn’t properly think about what to say, your eyes wondering down his bare chest, you forced yourself to look back to his eyes, trying to ignore the heat in your face.

“I got somethin’ on me? Mud or somethin’? Probably flung from the axe.” He looked down to where you’d glanced, wiping his stomach gently with one of those massive hands of his.

Of course he noticed you looking. He’s observant, he’ll notice everything you do.

“No, no, I...I thought, but no.” 

“Mhm.” He hummed and stood straight, and leaned the axe against the tree, and started his way towards you, taking a seat at the table directly across from you.

He searched around in one of his pockets, and pulled out a cigarette, placing it delicately between his lips.

He pulled a match out then, lighting it against the table with one swift flick of his wrist.  

You watched as he covered the cigarette with his hand, and brought the match flame to the end, huffing as he managed to light it. 

Please, for the love of God, focus. Stop looking at his lips.

“So,” He huffed a cloud of smoke out, turning his head to avoid blowing it your way. “You done anythin’ fun? ‘Side’s melt in this damn heat?” 

Imagined you with your hand in your pants and your head thrown back but other than that nothing. 

“No, I’m afraid not Arthur.” You chuckle, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “I think it’s almost too warm to do anything.” 

“’Course, nearly thought about jumpin’ in the damn lake myself.” He snorted. “Everybody better count themselves lucky this is as stripped as I’ve gotten.” 

Opposite of lucky.

You adjust your legs, hoping it isn’t noticeable. 

God, why couldn’t you just explain it to him? Tell him what he meant to you? Maybe he’d feel the same.

Ah, who are you kidding? 

You knew what you looked like, and you knew that you weren’t anything special in the personality department. 

You were round yourself, but not the same way Arthur was.

He was...

It fit him, made up part of his look, it didn’t feel outward, out of place at all. It was attractive. 

For you?

You knew most women had flat stomachs. That’s what men wanted. They didn’t want the marks on your thighs, or the squishy, flabby roundness of your stomach. 

It was an odd shape, it hung low, your breasts weren’t perky, your ass wasn’t as big as you wanted it to be, you had back fat, rolls, you knew no one that that was attractive. 

Not even a drunkard would pay for you.

So why on earth would someone as attractive as Arthur want something to do with you?

Little did you know Arthur did think of you as attractive. He thought of you almost every single day, that’s why he talked to you all the time.

Why he stumbled over his words, why he took his shirt off this afternoon. He was hot of course, but he’d noticed you take a seat and he let that little boost of confidence hit him enough to take it off.

He hated the way that he looked, he hated how large he was, you, you were different, you were attractive, wide hips, thick thighs, and a soft stomach. Him, he was ugly anyway. Adding a big stomach instead of even a slight hint of abs or at least a flat stomach, it just made him even uglier. 

You though.

He didn’t care that you were bigger.

Hell, he’d gone after bigger women his entire life. He loved the way you looked. Your hips? Your thighs? 

He liked your stomach, how it looked. He didn’t care that it was bigger, it looked soft and he often thought about what it’d be like to cuddle with you.

Granted, he also thought about snapping his hips against yours, listening to the wonton screams falling from your lips.

He thought about his hands gliding over that soft stomach of yours while he drilled into you as deeply as he could, all the way to the base, as much as you  could take, screaming his name and clawing at his back.

He thought about pulling your hair and pushing your back down, helping you arch that back as he slammed you from behind.

The way your face would look with his hand around your throat, or his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they left bruises. 

Sometimes he almost had to run away, afraid you’d see the tent forming in his pants.

Now the two of you sat in silence, you watching his lips as he smoked, puffing away at the cigarette. 

The two of you were oblivious to each other. Oblivious of the obvious attraction to one another, and everyone in camp could see it, but no one understood how you two didn’t. 

You tried not to stare at him, the silence between you wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but...it wasn’t a good silence either.

You were trying desperately to think of something to say, something to talk to him about, but all you could focus on, I mean...

You put your hand over your eyes for just a moment, trying to force yourself not to think the way you were, think about Arthur in such a way that you were sure a nun could condemn you to hell.

Your thoughts are pushed out of your head as he speaks up again. 

“Y/N, I got an idea, if....I mean, if you’ll come with me.” 

“Of course, I trust you Arthur.” 

He smiles at you widely, and stands from his seat, reaching his hand out to you, waiting as you place yours in it. 

Before you know it he’s pulling you along towards the lake, nearly running with excitement. 

You do your best to ignore the mischievous glances you receive from Abigail and Mary-Beth as you pass them, but your main focus is on the feeling of his hand in yours.

The further along the shoreline the two of you get, the further away from camp you get.

Finally the two of you reach a secluded location, a little bit of the lake area surrounded by nothing but empty shore.

“Further away from camp.” Arthur muttered, he dropped your hand and faced you. “Ain’t no one who’ll see the two of us if we jump in to cool off.”

Why does he hate you? Is he teasing you on purpose, what kind of hellish torture is this? 

“C’mon, I won’t look at ya, I’m gonna hop in, it’s hot as hell.” He offers another smirk and unbuttons the final button on his shirt that kept it hanging on and tossed it to side, followed by his suspenders. 

You turn quickly to ignore the heat on your face, and begun to unbutton your shirt yourself. 

You weren’t willing to pass this up. 

You liked him, you knew that, and he had this idea himself, you weren’t going to refuse him.

You’d never get the confidence to do this on your own, so you had to go in the moment.

You heard a splash behind you, and twisted to see Arthur shoulder deep in the lake.

“C’mon! It’s nice!” He smiles widely and gestures for you to come in. “Promise, I ain’t gonna look.”

You swallow and nod, undressing as quickly as possible, crossing your arms over your chest and running into the lake, looking at the back of Arthur’s head as he leaned back to get water on his scalp.

“Ya in?”

“Yep, you can look now cowboy.” 

He turned to look at you, a smile crossing his face again, and then his face began to redden.

He hadn’t thought this through.

You were naked.

He was naked.

Together.

Only a few feet apart.

He cleared his voice and moved back a little, glad that the water was just a little clouded, otherwise you’d see the arousal beginning to form between his legs.

Shit

He couldn’t stop staring at your collarbones, a little lower too, thankful again for the water’s discoloration.

He’d have no idea what he’d do if he could see lower.

He watched as you leaned back, sighing quietly as you dipped your head in the water, your hair getting soaked, falling around your face and shoulders as you brought your head back up.

“This is nice Arthur,” You smile at him, finally relaxing slightly with the cold of the water washing over your heated skin. “How’d you find this place? It’s nice not to have to worry about being spotted.” 

He didn’t want to admit to you that he’d found it when he was avoiding you with a hard on.

Hell, that time it had been just from you fucking smiling at him, telling him he was such a sweet man. 

That alone had made him harder than a rock.

“Uh..easy, just went on a walk one night, couldn’t sleep, so I took a stroll. That’s all.” 

“Well it’s nice, maybe I’ll start taking my baths here.” You smile, really not meaning anything by it. “I don’t have much money to be spending on a hotel, so free is better than paying.” 

You watch Arthur’s face contort a little, if anything he got redder in the face, his ear tips joined his face and his chest as well, glowing like a tomato.

“Are you okay Arthur?” You move closer to him, water sloshing as you half swim, half walk that way. “You’re looking red in the face, can you breathe?”

He backed away from you as you neared, bringing his hands above the surface of the water, holding them palms facing you.

“I’m...I’m..shit..I’m fine!” He stutters out. “Just...I...just.” He offers a cough. “Just choked on some of the water, that’s all.” 

“Oh, good, I couldn’t have something happen to you.” You give a smile, and he nearly melts.

God he wished that smile was something else, a smile welcoming him home after a long day of jobs, a smile telling him that he’d done good for the day, a smile cause he’d called you beautiful in the morning.

A smile at him that he saw first thing in the morning after a night of lovemaking, hell he’d even take after a night of fucking.

He wanted to make love to you, he did.

But....

Jesus he wanted to fuck you.

He shook his head and you watched, your brow furrowing with confusion.

“You sure you’re alright?” 

“I’m fine,” he held his hand out again, and swallowed. “Just...thinkin’ that’s all.” 

“Thinking about something you shouldn’t be?” You tease.

Arthur offered you a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his neck, swallowing as he looked at you.

“Oh....so you were?” You chuckle and bring some water to your face, hoping it’ll cool the oncoming heat you feel, wondering about what he was thinking about.

“Uh...” He chuckles again. “Yeah, I’ll...I admit, it’s...somethin’ I shouldn’t be...thinkin’...I’m just keepin’ myself thinkin’ about jobs is all, I’m supposed to be relaxin’.” 

You move forwards, and this time he doesn’t back away, too busy watching you to do so.

You place a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile as he slumps them.

“What’s that for?” He questions you. 

“You always seem to relax when I do that, I don’t know why, but I’m glad I can help.”

“I...I guess I do.” 

He smiled in return, one of those genuine smiles, the little chipped tooth of his peaking through it.

You stepped a little closer and then-

You feel something against your leg.

Arthur’s eyes widen as he realizes what just happened, and his embarrassment only got worse when his cock twitched involuntarily, which he was sure you felt that too.

“I’m sorry-”

“No I-”

“I got too close-”

“I didn’t mean- Shit Y/N-” 

You breath heavily and step back a little, unable to look away from him.

“I...Shit Y/N I’m....I’m so sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry,  I didn’t think to...I...Wasn’t gonna let you get close enough and I-” 

He swallows and you watch as he sinks a little lower into the water, just barely keeping his mouth above it. His eyes are clouded, and you can see how red his face has become.

“Arthur...I didn’t...I didn’t...” You swallow and try your best to ignore your body. 

The heat you’d managed to forget from earlier returned, stronger than the last. Pooling at your stomach, making you want to do nothing but step closer to him. 

“I didn’t....you...You like...You...Me?” You stutter out. “You...that...Is it...because of the water?” 

Arthur stays silent, but shakes his head no, the water sloshing quietly with the movement.

“It’s...because of me?” 

“Y/N I’m sorry, Damn sorry. I...Shit I...I...you make me feel things I...jesus, If I told ya the things you make me think you’d think I was some kinda perverted sicko.” 

He sunk a little lower, keeping his nose above water. 

Just let me drown.

You swallow and look down at the water.

It was now or never.

He’d just given you a confidence boost you didn’t believe was possible.

You stepped closer and he began to move backwards, shooting himself back up out of the water to his shoulders.

“Y/N please, let me be, I already want to kill myself-”

“Arthur stop moving.” 

He listens to you, and swallows, looking anywhere but your eyes as you near, and then-

He shudders and you listen to the sharp inhale he gives as your hand finds his dick under the water.

It’s bigger than you expected. 

The tip had touched your thigh earlier, but that hadn’t given you any idea of how large he was.

“Y/N...” He looks at you, his eyes clouded slightly, his pupils blown. “You don’t have to do this, you ain’t....don’t do this just...just cause you think you have to, don’t-” “Arthur, you make me think like a slut.” You mutter. “A whore.” 

You look down, your hand gently gliding gently over his dick, and you hear a small whimper escape him.

“I’ve just never felt....I’ve never thought I was...pretty enough to be...one for you.” 

He stared at you, his jaw clenched.

“Darlin’,” He swallowed and reached for you, his hands finding your sides, and you tensed, hoping he wasn’t disappointed by the rolls on your body. “You ain’t a whore, you ain’t a slut...but I’ll damn well treat you like one if that’s what you need.” He took a deep breath. 

“You’re sure as hell beautiful, I think about ya all the damn time, think about all the shit you do that just makes my head spin. Darlin’ if I wasn’t so fuckin’ insecure about myself I woulda had you by now.” 

You swallow and take your hand from his cock and bring it to his face and slam your lips against his. 

He kisses you with such fervor that nothing else matters.

Nothing around you is real besides him.

The heat of his body, the feel of his chest against yours.

His dick against your thigh.

Arthur’s hands trail all over you, moving over every part he can reach, anything he can feel, your arms, shoulders, breasts, over your back, hell he lingered his fingers, his palms over your most insecure parts there, the rolls you hated so much.

They make their way towards your ass, gripping it hard enough you were sure you’d have bruises. 

The groans in your ear muffled by your own mouth.

The noises he made were just as fantastic as you’d hoped they’d be.

Low, guttural.

He grabbed you by the thighs, and pulled your body flush against him bringing your thighs up, wrapping them around his waist.

He pulled away from you only to place his mouth on your neck, kissing you in places that made you make noises you hadn’t realized you were capable of.

“Keep makin’ them sounds for me girl.” You felt Arthur’s lips against your skin as he spoke, and knew that you’d have no problem following his order.

You grabbed one of his wrists, and guided his hand, with a little resistance at first, taking his fingers to the opening of your most sensitive area.

“Mhmh...” His hum is muffled as he drags his lips along the skin of your jaw. “That’s what you want huh?”

“Please Arthur....”

“Maybe....beg me for it Sugar.” 

Jesus.

“Arthur, please....Please, I’ve craved you for so long,  I don’t want to wait any longer, please-”

“You gotta do better than that Princess.” He moved towards your ear, dropping his voice the way you liked. “Make me feel how desperate you are.”

“Arthur......” You’re nearly whining now. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside me for so long...Please Arthur....Please....I’ll do anything to feel you, anything-”

“That’s better.” 

He’s quick, shoving a finger inside of you, and you let out a mewl, and he can’t help but grunt.

“Jesus girl, you weren’t fuckin’ lyin’, you’re....all this for some ugly man like me?” 

“Arthur you aren’t-” You clench your jaw and lean your head against his shoulder trying to stifle the sound coming from your throat. He’d furled his finger just the right way, touched a spot so sensitive you couldn’t speak if you tried.

“No, no, what did I say?” Arthur kisses your neck again, making your head spin some more as he continues to pump his finger. “I wanna hear them noises.” 

“What...about camp?” You manage to get out.

“Fuck them.” He grunts, and sticks a second finger into you, slipping it in with the first without even hesitation. “I’m here for a good time, and I’ve wanted you for a while now, and I’m gonna take you.” 

The last of that sentence was nearly a growl, and you felt your entire body prickle with excitement.

“I want you to make it hard to walk tomorrow Arthur.” You huff out, trying not to let out another moan at another swift movement from his fingers.

“Don’t you worry Princess.” He grumbles. “You’re gonna be seein’ stars by the time I’m done with you.” 

He smacks your thigh twice under the water, and mutters “Stay” as he takes his hand up to his shoulder where your hand resides.

He grabs your wrist and guides it between your two bodies, all while still pumping his fingers in you. moving them in just the right ways.

You hand reaches his cock, and he kisses your jaw, sucking there, making sure you’ll have a mark there.

“Stroke girl.” 

“Yes Arthur,” You pant and do your best to keep a conscious idea of what the hell you’re doing, and begin to give him what he needs.

He lets out such a low noise, a sound of relief with just the first stroke that you think for moment he’s already finished.

“Arthur....Please.....”

“You’re wet girl, but you’re gonna cum for me once before we get to the main part.” 

He leans back and looks you in the eye.

“I wanna see you come apart girl.” 

You clench around his fingers as he speaks, that voice of his making it all the harder to keep a composure.

Arthur smirks, and then the pad of his thumb comes down on your clit and you let out such a noise that you’re absolutely positive people at camp know what’s going on. 

“That’s what I want.” He growls. “Lemme hear you Princess, lemme see them faces.”

“Arthur....I’ll...Anything...” 

“Mhm....anythin’....” He grunts and you feel as he thrusts into your hand, the motion of your hand running along his cock has become nearly muscle memory. 

He continues with his attack, thumbing the most sensitive part of you, and your climax come up against you faster than you would have believed possible, and it isn’t long before you’re clenching around his waist, your thighs quivering as you bite down on his shoulder, almost on impulse, your noises muffled by the skin of his muscles.

“Thatta girl....just like that...”

“Arthur!” He helps you ride it out, and pulls his fingers from you leaving an empty feeling in your body.

He grabs your hand and takes it away from his cock before grabbing it himself and aligning with your entrance.

“Last chance to back out girl.” He looks you in the eye, his voice is confident but you see that bit of anxiety creeping out.

You can’t speak, still reeling slightly, so instead you kiss his neck, listening to the quietly whimper that comes out of him before he grips your hip with a steel hold and pulls you onto his dick.

He was wide. 

Girthy.

Jesus you felt like he’d tear you in half, but in the best way. 

You were still sensitive, but it felt fantastic at the same time, bordering between hurt and pleasure.

“Ohhhh....Christ....” Arthur’s voice comes out in a deep sigh against your cheek. “You...jesus you feel so fuckin’ good.” 

“Arthur....” is all you can get out. All you can manage to even think.

Your head is swirling, all you can comprehend is the feeling between your legs and the smell of Arthur.

The sounds he made.

The feeling of his bicep against you, his forearm against your thigh.

Your stomach against his.

He snapped you back to reality with a hard thrust up into you, his hands clenching harder around your hips.

You let out almost a scream that sends Arthur’s mind fuzzy and he’s quickly overcome with the lust for you.

He moves you, his strong arms lifting you at the hip, and slamming you back down against him.

The water around the two of you sloshes loudly, but you couldn’t give a flying fuck.

You scream his name and that smirk returns to his face, his eyes darken and the fucking gets harder, his groans louder.

“Fuck girl....I been wantin....shit...wantin’ this for a while now....I...fuck...” 

“ARTHUR!”

You want to say something else, you want to talk, say everything you’ve thought about him, how hot you think he is, how bothered he gets you, but you’re physically unable to say anything other than his name, other than moans.

“Everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.” He hisses under his breath. “You’re mine, and I’m gonna fuck you good, till the sun rises tomorrow.” 

He looks you in the eye.

“Who’s are you?” He demands. 

“Yours! Your! Arthu- fuck!” 

You can’t get anymore out, your body doing what it needs to do, moving with Arthur, complimenting the snapping of his hips.

He leans to your shoulder, biting down, hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to hurt.

You didn’t care if it did hurt.

You run your hand through the back of his hair as he moves to your jaw again, and you tug at the slightly longer hair at the back of his head.

“Mhmmm...” He moans in your ear, the feeling of your fingers in his hair doing wonders for him.

He huffs, and then stops, pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly, you felt empty. 

“Arthur please don’t tease-” 

He grips you tight and turns you around, forcing you to look towards the shore.

You feel him slip between your folds again, and before you know it his cock is buried balls deep into you once more.

He keeps a hand on your hip, gripping tightly and the other snakes around your front, under your arm and over your front, until his hand found your throat. He pushes you against his chest and groans in your ear as he thrusts upwards.

“You’re doin’ so good Sugar. Feel so...fuck....feel so good for me. Can’t believe we waited this long.” 

“I didn’t-” You bite your lip and clench yourself around him, trying to delay a second climax. “I didn’t think...you felt...for...me.” 

“Girl...I...been....shit girl I feel a lot for ya...too much- Fuck.” 

You can feel that familiar tense in your stomach as you grow closer to your second climax.

“Arthur,” You pant. “I’m....soon.”

“Hold on Princess, just...Fuck...jus’ hold it, for me, please, just a little longer.” 

“I’ll...try..” You mutter.

“I’m almost....I’m...soon too.” He huffs. “Jus’ hold on...” 

He isn’t lying to you of course, you can feel his thrusts become erratic, no longer rhythmic in nature.

Even his erratic unplanned thrusts are pushing you further towards your end, and you can feel with each one how much closer you come to the edge until finally he pulls himself out of you and warmth that’s hotter than the water around you spreads around your thighs.

He groans in your ear, loudly and unashamed as he puts a sweaty forehead against your shoulder.

His hand reaches towards your center, going for your clit.

“C’mon, you can finish now girl, for me, cum.” It’s almost a demand.

It just took those words and a good final flick of your bundled nerves.

You again scream his name and he gives a breathy chuckle against your skin, helping you ride out your second for the day.

“That’s my girl...” 

You breath heavily, leaning fully against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

Quietly you kiss his neck gently and close your eyes.

“You alright Princess?”

You nod, still breathing heavily.

“Guess we should...” He chuckles again. “Guess maybe we should talk about how we feel ‘bout each other huh?” 

You laugh and find his hand with your own, interlocking your fingers with his.

“I think,” you mumble. “You and I could...we could be really good together.”

“You want a fat man like me?” 

“You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever met.” You whisper groggily. “Your size...it’s one of the most attractive parts about you.”

“Hmm.” He hums. 

“I’m just surprised you wanted all that with me.” You mumble.

“Love your body Darlin’, all of it....makes me hornier than I care to admit.” 

You feel your face flush and swallow.

“You wanna try this...Arthur? I mean...not just...not...You know, but...us?”

He’s silent for a moment, but allows another small chuckle and then kisses your shoulder.

“I think I’d love that.” 

Please, this writing made me feel all of the things if it doesn’t get likes I think I’ll cry this is the only one that’s important I-

[atlasscrumpit]

Moon Knight x Reader

(this is my oc I guess, I created her a few years ago but like I'll insert you guys into it. I used her for an avengers fic a few years back)

You kept your hood over your head as you walked through the streets, trying to be as fast as possible so no one would bother you.

Suddenly you ran into someone, so hard that you fell onto the ground, you hold falling off.

The man with long hair stared down at you, curious about the cat masquerade you wore that covered the top half of your face.

"Sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going." You muttered as you quickly stood up about to back away before you ran into someone else.

You looked behind to see a large man stopping you from going anywhere.

"Curious creature aren't you? Why do you wear a mask?" He asked as your breathing picked up and you clutched your bag.

"I didn't mean to cause any harm, please just leave me alone." You whispered as he came closer and tilted his head.

"Are you trying to hide your identity for some reason? Maybe a criminal? Or a wannabe super hero. Should we see?" He said stepping closer as you went to run away before the large man held you in place.

"Please, just don't take it off. Please just respect my privacy." You begged as he smiled.

"It's alright, dear. I'm not going to hurt you, I just wish to see what you're hiding. Now, stay still." He said as he reached forward and grabbed the edge of your mask as you squirmed and tried to break free.

"Stop! Get off me!" You screamed before he ripped the mask off and saw what was underneath.

He stepped back and stared in shock, your face almost like a black hole of matter, glitched and impossible to describe to anyone who hadn't seen it.

Arthur's head began to hurt as he stared at you, you managed to break free of the man and grabbed your mask before running off while securing your mask.

"Incredible." Arthur whispered as he watched you run off.

"Grab her." He ordered to the larger man.

You ran along the streets dodging between people.

The inevitable happened and you slammed into someone, the both of you falling onto the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" The man said as he helped you stand up.

He saw you were trying to run and looked behind to see Arthur in the distance.

"Are you running from him?" He asked in a British accent before you quickly started running again.

"Steven, go after her!" Marc shouted as Steve started running.

He clearly wasn't fast enough so Marc took control and followed behind you.

He quickly grabbed you and pulled you into an alleyway, clamping a hand over your mouth as you watched Arthur run past they alley.

Marc took his hand away as you panted and tried to catch your breath.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you looked at him in confusion.

"Weren't you British..." You muttered as he chuckled a little.

"I have dissociative identity disorder, the other guy was Steven. I'm Marc." He said holding his hand out for you to shake. Marc was getting a lot better at being honest about himself and Steven. 

You smiled and shook his hand.

"Y/N." You replied as he nodded.

"So, why were you running from Arthur?" He asked as you looked back out the entrance of the alleyway.

"I ran into him and he took off my mask, forcefully..." You muttered hoping Marc wasn't about to do that same to you.

"Can I ask?" He asked as you stared at him.

"I don't think... You would probably think I'm crazy and I can't show you because you might die." You muttered looking away as he looked at you in confusion.

"Well, why don't I put my mask on. Then you can tell me about yours." He said as you tilted your head in confusion. 

Suddenly white bandages began to form around him as you stepped back and watched in amazement until he was fully suited up.

"You're Moon Knight." You said in disbelief before his mask retracted and he smiled.

"I sure am. There's a lot that happens in my life that I would never believe would happen. So, whatever is under your mask I won't be scared." He said as you smiled a little.

"Its a long story... Do you want to have coffee?" You asked making him smile charmingly.

"That sounds great."

--

You sat across from Marc in a quiet coffee shop, getting the usual states from people passing by.

"I come from a different universe. My world was being destroyed...apocalypse style kind of stuff. I was Begging over and over for it to not be real, I was screaming while everyone died... Suddenly I fell. I kept falling and falling as I cried in pain, my body and soul falling through space and time as it morphed, ripped apart and put back together until I fell into this universe. My face the only thing that didn't get fully put back together. So... Underneath this mask it's like a black hole, morphed and impossible to explain. If anyone looks into it they basically go mad or get brain damage. Arthur was a bit different, his mind was a lot stronger." You explained as Marc listened, it was nice to be honest about your life. You didn't exactly have friends or family.

"Wow, that's an incredible story you've got there. And Arthur is different, I've been fighting against him for some time now. I managed to take away his power but he still runs his cult. I'm sure he saw you and was thinking he could use you for something." He replied as you sighed a little and nodded.

"Well, I guess that's something I have to worry about now."

--

A few weeks had gone by and your life had been pretty quiet, you had Marc's number and had seen him a few more times.

But, the quiet didn't last long.

You woke up, groaning when you felt your body twinge in pain. You felt soft sheets below your body but you could tell they weren't yours.

You slowly sat up to see you were in a small room that had stone walls.

"What the..." You muttered before the door opened and you scurried away to the corner of the room.

Your eyes widened as you stared at Arthur.

"I hope you slept well, Y/N." He said as you pressed yourself against the wall.

"What the hell do you want?" You growled as he smiled, almost in a comforting way.

"I want to see what you can do, you're a very interesting person, Y/N. Wouldn't you like to find out more about yourself?" He asked as you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"You think you can just kidnap people!? Just because you find them interesting!?" You shouted as him as he chuckled softly.

"I'm trying to help you here, Y/N. I could be a lot more forceful, so why don't you do as I say and I won't have to use such forces." He warned as you stared at him.

"All I want to do is live my life, I'm not your fucking lab rat." You cursed him out as he sighed.

"I've got some very nice food down here, you can be nice and come eat some or you can keep acting this way and I'll have to use force." He said as you glared at him.

"Fine." You grumbled making him smile with satisfaction.

You followed him out of the room as people stared at you while you passed them.

"Why is everyone whispering when I walk passed them..." You muttered before you sat down across from Arthur and he handed you some food.

"Because you're incredible, Y/N. We have no one to worship anymore and you come alone and you're perfect and powerful." He said as you looked away.

"If I take my mask off, I kill people. How is that perfect?" You grumbled as you stared down at the food, you couldn't ignore that you were hungry.

You began to eat as Arthur watched you.

"The things I saw when I gazed into your face, it was like nothing I'd ever seen. It means I am worthy, if someone gazes into your face and can't handle it then they aren't worthy." He said as you stopped and looked at him through your mask.

"Well, that's complete bullshit." You growled, continuing to eat.

Once you were finished two men grabbed your arms.

"It doesn't matter what you think, Y/N. I know what's best for you now." He said as they began to drag you away, Arthur reassured everyone around him before following alongside you.

They dragged you into a small room and restrained you to a chair.

"You fucking suck." You growled as he chuckled.

They brought a man in who looked nervous.

"You will be the first of the test, are you ready?" Arthur asked the man as he nodded and sat across from you.

The guards held you down before Arthur ripped off your mask and you tried to look away.

"No! Stop it!" You screamed, but it was too late for the man.

He stared wide eyed at you as his nose began to bleed.

"You'll kill him! Stop!" You screamed before he slumped forward and his head hit the table, you bagan to cry, black substance dripping down your face before Arthur put your mask back on.

"Looks like he wasn't worthy." He said as you continued to cry.

"That's not how it works!" You screamed out, you heard a commotion outside before the door slammed open to reveal moon knight.

"Always here to ruin my faith, aren't you, Marc?" Arthur said before Marc threw his guards to the ground.

"Always here to ruin innocent lives, aren't you, Arthur?" Marc growled before he knocked Arthur out and freed you.

You leapt up and hugged him tightly.

"I didn't mean it." You whispered while crying as Marc held you.

"I know... I know. It wasn't your fault, we have to go." He whispered looking at you and making sure you were somewhat okay.

"Just hold onto me, I'll get you out of here."

[promptthebear]

Hello! 🐰 may I please get prompt number 23 with Arthur Fleck please?😭

Here you go! Sorry this is so late, and congratulations on being my first Arthur prompt!

Arthur Fleck x Reader

Prompt: Why can't I braid your hair?

CW: Penny is having a mild delusional episode and Arthur gives her some of her medications. Some mentions of Arthur being bullied at work. Mild swearing. Let me know if I miss anything! 2nd person, reader is referred to as "you", no physical description of reader mentioned, F!reader

A/N: There's some stuff in this that's basically me experimenting with my personal head canons about side characters. Ie. Gary being married with children and Randall being divorced. It's mostly there to give the conversation between Arthur and the reader a more realistic flavour. I was just going for something really comfortable and domestic feeling for this. Enjoy!

It was only after he heard the clunk of the deadbolt closing and the feeling of familiar, worn flooring under his feet did Arthur finally feel like he could breath again. Yes, the apartment was still a shitty little hole in the wall that reeked of cigarette smoke and where the hot water came out from the tap a copper colour half the time, but it was also his own personal oasis. A sanctuary where the two of you could shut out the rest of the world and bask in the solace of each other’s company.

He could feel the grime and grief of the day slowly start to dissipate as he padded down the hall, his sock feet no more than a whisper on the threadbare carpeting. It was a little early in the day for you to be home, but he could hear the sound of the TV, a faint drone that was still too far away for him to make out anything distinctive.

If it was the daily newscast, then it was probably Penny watching. She never missed a chance to catch sight of Thomas Wayne, no matter how brief. If the local baseball game was on instead, then Penny was napping and you’d be getting dinner started. The Gotham Knights were the worst team in the Tri-State area, but you were a loyal fan all the same.

What greeted Arthur when he rounded the corner and came into the living room, however, temporarily stopped him cold in his tracks. The TV was on, yes, but at a much lower volume than the ear shattering blare his mother preferred. Penny was awake too, still dressed in her robe and slippers, but awake never the less. Instead of occupying her usual perch on her favourite chair and basking in the glow of the flickering screen, Penny was doing her own version of pacing. Arthur watched as she shambled from one side of the room to the other, muttering quietly under her breath to someone only she could see.

After deciding she was only having a mild episode and not a complete break from reality this time, Arthur pulled his eyes away from Penny and began to search the room for you. It was only on his third pass of the space that he realized the reason he kept missing you. What he thought was a pile of laundry on the couch, was in fact your body, lying half sunk into the cushions. You were still wearing your work scrubs, as well as your shoes, and your head was buried beneath a stack of sofa pillows. You hadn't let out so much as a whimper since he'd walked in, or even let on that you knew he was home.

“Sweetheart? You alright?”

Within seconds, Arthur was kneeling by your side, contorting his body between the sofa and the coffee table to get to close to you as possible. At the sound of his voice, you stirred slightly, and brought up a hand to lift up a corner of the bottom pillow in the stack. A bloodshot, dark rimmed eye stared back at Arthur from beneath it, and he instinctively reached out to run a soothing hand down your back. He’d been through enough bad days with you to recognize the warning signs, even when you hadn’t said a word.

“Migraine again?” he asked, purposely keeping his voice low and even so as not to cause you any further discomfort.

The pillows wobbled precariously as you nodded in reply. Arthur sighed, before glancing over his shoulder to look back at Penny. In the short amount of time it had taken him to come over to you, his mother had stopped her pacing, and was staring at him as though she was now just realizing who he was.

“Happy?”

“I’m here Mom.” he said, placing a hand on the nearby armrest so he could push himself to his feet “Did you get your medication today?”

“She missed her third dose” your voice was half muffled by the pillow “Mrs. Bianci from downstairs called my job around three-ish to say she heard yelling coming from our place and she was worried. I caught an early train home, but the migraine hit before I could do anything for Penny, I’m sorry.”

Arthur bit at his bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but with enough force that the pain it caused overwhelmed any lingering frustration. He could feel the laughter, unwelcome and oh so insistent, clawing at the back of his throat, trying to break free. He grit his jaw against it, forcing it back down as best he could. Doing this too often would eventually trigger a fit that would last hours instead of seconds, but the last thing you needed right now was for him to be out of commission.

He knew your migraines only came around in times of extreme stress, and as much as he loved her, he was also very much aware of just how stressful dealing with Penny could be. You’d tried your hardest to get along with her since you’d moved in, but Penny was stubborn at the best of times and hateful at the worst, especially when it came to who administered her daily dose of medication.

“Let me get Mom comfortable, and then we’ll get you looked after, okay?” He said, smiling down at you.

You gave Arthur a wobbly smile in return from beneath your pillow cavern. The gesture almost broke Arthur’s heart, you were trying so hard to put on a happy face for him and play it off like things weren’t so bad. If anyone knew how that felt, he certainly did.

It didn’t take long to crush up Penny’s next round of pills into a pudding cup, and even less time to coax her into her recliner in front of the news. By the time the first commercial break started playing, she was already lulled into a blissful stupor, a dreamy look on her face as her glassy eyes watched the screen without actually seeing it.

Once he was sure his mother was settled, Arthur then turned his focus entirely towards you. Without needing to be asked, you had already sat up, your stack of pillows sitting neatly on the floor while you waited for Arthur to join you. The springs squawked in protest as he sat down on the cushion farthest away from you. As soon as he was ready, you crawled over and placed your head on his lap, with your face turn upwards towards the ceiling.

“Comfy?” he asked, once again smiling down at you. A loose lock of hair was hanging across your face, and he reached down, tucking it behind your ear with nimble fingers.

“Best seat in the house” you replied, your voice a hoarse whisper. “Thanks for doing this, Arthur.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

With that, Arthur brought his hands down to either side of your face, with one arm draping over your torso while the other sat atop the armrest. He moved his thumbs over your temples, and began to massage the skin there in tiny, circular motions.

The effect on you was almost instantaneous. Arthur watched as your eyes fluttered shut, and he could feel the tension leave your body as you settled more firmly against his legs. The migraine would’ve eventually run its course whether he was here to help you or not, but the two of you had discovered this trick could sometimes turn hours of agonizing pain into a more manageable level of discomfort.

“How was work?”

Arthur couldn’t help but smile again, even though he knew you wouldn’t see it. You could be having the worst day of your life, and yet you always found time to check in with him. It made him feel like each time you asked that question, you were really interested in what he had to say, and not just making polite conversation or because of some unspoken sense of obligation.

“It was okay,” he replied, making sure to keep his voice soft “Hoyt’s been looking into getting me a position in the Founder’s Day parade next week, since I’m more comfortable in front of crowds than the other guys, and Gary’s wife is pregnant again.”

“Oh, good for Ella. That’s what, their third together?”

“Fourth, actually.”

“Jesus Christ, any more and she’s going to make Gary sleep outside.”

Arthur let out a quiet chuckle, in part because he appreciated the joke and also because he was relieved to see your usual sense of humour returning. That usually meant you were slowly starting to feel a bit better.

“I mean, yeah. But she probably never gets migraines either.”

A faint crease appeared on your forehead, more from confusion than discomfort.

“How do you figure that?”

Arthur felt his cheeks heat up, a wicked grin playing about his lips.

“Well, cause of all the kids, you know? Randall says there’s nothing better for a headache than a good fuck.”

“Arthur! Oh my god!”

One of your hands came up, and gently smacked Arthur on his chest. He laughed, a warm and genuine sound that burbled from deep in his gut, the complete opposite to what came out during his fits. You were laughing too, though it was a much more subdued giggle than usual, most likely due to the migraine.

“Your Mom is right there!” you said, cracking open an eye to shoot him an admonishing look.

“She’s not listening to us.” he replied, still grinning. “Those blue ones will keep her out for hours. Watch.”

He turned his head slightly to the side, his green eyes coming to rest on Penny in her chair. The older woman hadn’t even glanced away from the screen, despite the ruckus you two were making.

“Hey Mom. The martians have landed and they wanna make me president of the United States.”

“That’s nice, Happy.” came Penny’s answer, as cheerful and calm as though Arthur had just told her the price of milk.

“See?” he said, looking back down at you. “I could say anything and that’s exactly what she would say back every single time.”

“Okay, okay.” you replied. Both your eyes were open now, and you were staring back up at Arthur “But you shouldn’t be listening to Randall anyway, especially when it comes to anything he says about women. He’s been divorced at least twice. If anything, you should be doing the opposite of what he says.”

“You been talking to Gary?” Arthur asked as he reached down and gently tapped your nose with the tip of his finger “Because he tells me the exact same thing.”

“It’s a conspiracy” you said, scrunching up your nose and sticking out your tongue at him. You looked so cute, Arthur had to resist the urge to lean down and cover your face in kisses. It certainly seemed like you were doing better, but the last thing he wanted to do was cause you unnecessary discomfort.

Instead, he chose to lean down and place a gentle kiss on your forehead. The gesture made his curls slip from his shoulders and hang around his face like a curtain. You stared up at him, momentarily fascinated by the image and the way the sunlight picked up on the silver streaks that clustered near his temples.

“Your hair is getting kind of long.”

You reached up and wound a strand of it around your finger, watching as it sprung back into place the second it was released. Arthur chuckled softly, and caught your hand in his own so he could kiss your fingertips.

“Yeah. Mom thinks I need a haircut.”

“No!” you said, sitting up so suddenly you almost whacked your head off Arthur’s chin. Arthur’s eyes went wide, both from surprise at the intensity of your reaction and out of concern that you would agitate yourself further.

“I mean,” you continued, your cheeks starting to turn pink “You should cut it if you want to. But I…well, I like it this length.”

“Yeah?” The shock on his face melted away, and was quickly replaced by a wide, easy smile “I mean, I don’t mind it like this. But you’ll have to teach me how to take better care of it. Sometimes it’s hard to fit under my wig at work, and it gets matted if I leave it loose under there.”

“I can help” you said, shifting your position on the sofa so you were sitting with your feet touching the floor and your body turned towards Arthur “I could put it in a ponytail. Or maybe a braid?”

It was Arthur’s turn to scrunch up his nose, though you could tell from the strain in his smile that he wasn’t being playful.

“A braid? Me? I mean it’s nice of you to offer but I’m not sure-”

He trailed off, leaving you to fill in the gaps. What Arthur wasn’t telling you painted an all too vivid picture in your mind. You reached for his hand and clasped it in one of your own. His skin felt cool and soft against the pad of your thumb as you ran it over his knuckles.

“Hey. Arthur. What’s wrong? Why can’t I braid your hair?”

For a moment, Arthur stared at the TV, as though he was in the same zombified state as Penny. A commercial for dish soap playing in the background kept the room from being completely silent, but you could feel one pushing its way into your conversation all the same. When Arthur was truly upset, he either let everything loose all at once or shut down entirely. You seemed to be the only person who could coax him into a happy middle.

“Babe?”

He let out a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, while his free hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck.

“It’s the guys at work,” he said, finally, his eyes still trained on the TV screen “They…well, they make fun of me, y’know? And I feel like if I came in with my hair braided then they’d…I’d never be able to live it down.”

“Screw them.” you shot back, your voice calm but firm “Aside from Gary, they’re all idiots. Who gives a shit what they think?”

Arthur studied you for a moment before answering, most likely weighing the choice between making you happy and having you fuss over him, or keeping up appearances for a bunch of people who never seemed to hesitate to kick him when he was down. In the end, it was an easy decision.

“Okay.” he relented “My next shift is on Monday. If you’re feeling well enough before then, you can braid my hair before I go in.”

You grinned up at him, and scooted closer so you could plant a kiss on his cheek. At the last second, Arthur turned his head, catching your mouth in a warm, sweet kiss that had you tingling down to your toes. When you broke apart, you found he was smiling in earnest, with none of the tension lingering in his face from before.

“You’re so wonderful, Arthur” you said, reaching up to cup the side of his face in your hand “And if anyone says anything about it, just remember, it’s only because they’re jealous that your girlfriend loves you so much”

Arthur leaned into your touch, and he if could’ve purred, you swore he would be. Despite his apprehension, you figured that when he realized just how much of your attention playing with his hair would get him, he’d change his mind about the whole thing pretty quickly.

“It helps to have someone who makes being wonderful so easy. Now, if you wanna get better, you should let me finish that massage before dinner.”

[scribblertown]

Fates of the Fateless Ch.9: Outlaw's Staple

ao3

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Arthur startles awake, the culprit being his own snoring pulling him out of a hazy dream and into the consequences of drinking a bit too much in one night. 

“Ouugh…” His hands cradle his swollen and sweaty face, a throbbing headache just behind his eyes that peaks each time his heart beats. At least he was sober enough to find his cot last night. “Goddamn…” He forces himself up albeit a bit too fast, vision blinded with white and his head swimming. Stumbling until his hands find the familiar lip of the water barrel’s open top, heaving a great handful of icy water into his face, banishing the remnants of his hangover at least for a time. He takes a moment to just rest over the water's surface, staring at his reflection on its rippling surface. 

Good Lord, you're an eyesore… 

Bags under his eyes, red splotches on his face, and his hair cowlicked to high hell. His eyes then draw to the sight of his right hand resting partially submerged in the water. His knuckles were split, red and bruised. A slight dull pain, yet he had no memory of how or what caused the injury. He was so curiously absorbed in the mystery he nearly missed the call of his name. 

“Huh?” He hums, eyes wandering aimlessly until he spotted Grimshaw.

Her face twists with amusement, “I take it you had fun last night Mr. Morgan?”  

“Uh-hehheh-course.” He dives back into the barrel, rubbing another handful of water to the back of his neck, the cool droplets trailing down his back. “I always go a little overboard.”

“You put on quite the show, best entertainment we’ve had in a while!” She chuckles.

“Uuhh… yeah?” Arthur mumbles out a confused reply. 

“Anyhow, I was goin’ to ask if you’ve seen our little stowaway?” 

“Uh…” His mind reels back to the night before, playing poker with her at the table, maybe a brief memory of her at the fire pit but other than that… “No, sorry I haven’t been awake very long.”

“Hmph. Alright then, but if you do send her my way.”

“Will do.” Grimshaw skirts away leaving Arthur to stumble back to his tent, leaning over his little mirror. “Might be time for a shave.” He ponders, rubbing the course hairs that have grown especially long. He takes to trimming the length of hair with a pair of shears before slathering his face in shaving foam. Carefully dragging the sharp blade of his steel straight razor across his skin. There stood before him the bare face of Arthur Morgan. Somehow even sadder looking than usual.

Maybe shoulda kept the beard, cover up this ugly mug.

“Looking very sharp Mr. Morgan!” A bright faced Jie approaches. “You’re much younger under all that hair than I thought you’d be.”

“Hehheh, suppose my permanent scowl doesn’t help much.” Arthur pats his face down with a damp towel. “Whatchu’ need?”

“That obvious?” the young man tilts his head with a smile, “I was wondering if you’d take me and some of the others out on a job.”

“Got one in mind?” Arthur adjusts the leather tie on his hat, ensuring its security before depositing it upon his head, shrouding his face from the harsh sun.

“Well, uh not-not really.” Jie fumbles.

“Alright, follow me.” Without missing a beat Arthur leads the way, an idea already in mind. “Hey! Joseph!” He whistles, pulling the red head out of a book he’d been digging his nose into. “Come on kid!”

As the boys saddle up Arthur can’t help but notice one horse was missing, the big and burly bastard the stowaway had taken to.

“Where we goin’ Mr. Morgan?” Joseph asks excitedly. “We robbin’ some folk!?”

“Course,” Arthur leads the way out of camp giving Boadicea a reassuring pat. “Bout time you boys start learning the ins and outs of the outlaw life.”

“Boy howdy! Who we robbin? A train maybe?” The boy was eager. Very eager.

Arthur chuckles to himself, “A train ain’t a job you want to take on without plannin’, no we’re going for the outlaw’s tried-and-true stage coach.”

“You get much cash from those?” Jie inquires, a little doubt in his voice.

“You’d be surprised what you stumble upon. What you don’t find in metals or cash can easily be made up at a fence.”

“How long you been doing this sort of thing?” Joseph asks.

“Long.” Arthur quips quickly. Maybe a little harshly. “Now I doubt we’ll be seein’ a bank coach out this way. Maybe if you’re real lucky, next best thing is the real flashy kind. Fools dumb enough to advertise how much cash they got with a fancy coach driver dressed up in suit. Maybe some velvet trimming along the carriage. Passengers preened and plump with more than what they need.” Arthur chuckles, they settle on a ridge overlooking an obvious road paved down by years of use. It doesn’t take long before they spot someone using it. Arthur whips out his binoculars.

“What about that one?” Joseph asks.

The coach itself was small, dingy looking with one of the wheels a color off from the rest. Pulled along by a single horse and a hunched skinny man wiping the sweat from his eyes.

Arthur can’t help the puff of a scoff come out his mouth, “That your idea of fancy?”

“Well I-I don’t know! I ain’t done anything like this before.” Joseph rubs his neck bashfully. “ ‘sides, couldn’t see ‘em very well from up here…” he mumbles.

The two young men wait anxiously as Arthur scans the road slowly.

“Hold on now…” Arthur mutters, a trail of dust coming down the way revealing a much larger carriage pulled forward by two healthy and bulky shires. “This might be somethin’…”

A moment passes in silence as Arthur watches transfixed on the target. Slowly revealing itself with a heavy load of luggage strapped down tightly to the body. The bright paint while faded still vibrant in the sun.  Maroon curtains drawn to hide the passengers within.

“Yeah? We got somethin’?” Joseph pipes up again.

“I think so.” Arthur smirks. Pocketing his binoculars. “Get yer faces covered, now follow my lead and let me do all the talkin’ understand?” Arthur leads Boadicea down the slope, trailing the road towards the approaching carriage. Joseph and Jie on either side of him.

“When we’re close, each of you pick a side.”

“Yes sir.”

“Got it.”

The driver clearly spots them, his posture straightening up in alarm as he slows the horses.

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

“Yes, we was wonderin’ if you could point us in the direction-“ Arthur quickly unholsters his gun and whips it trigger ready at the drivers face. “-of any and all the money you’ve got.” The sound of surprise that escapes the driver is comical, his hands shooting straight up eyes wide switching back from the gun to Arthur’s piercing gaze. Jie and Joseph are quick to draw their weapons as well, aiming their sights on the driver.

“D-don’t shoot!” The driver shudders.

“Now we don’t want trouble. So ‘slong as you and your passengers behave, my bullets will stay where they are.” Arthur makes eye contact with Jie and nods his head towards the coach. Jie in turn quickly hops off his horse, approaching the door cautiously before whipping it open. A bout of screams follows.

“Money!” he shouts, “Everything you’ve got!”

“Watch the driver.” Arthur speaks to Joseph as he dismounts and circles to the other carriage door. Inside are 4 people. A woman and 3 men. All agitated and desperately throwing out all their valuables onto the dirt ground in haste. The woman struggling to pull her earrings off with shaky hands. The men emptying out their pockets of bills and coins. A pocket watch flying ungracefully out of one’s hand and bouncing off the carriage step into the dirt with a thud. Jie crouches down to gather the goods as Arthur stands guard.

“Keep them hands up!” Arthur commands. Observing each member carefully before his eyes drift toward to a carpet bag nestled between one of the men’s legs. “What’s in the bag?” The man whom cradles the case visibly pales at the question.

“N-nothing!” The man speaks with a strong accent.

Arthur whistles to catch Jie’s attention, he’s quick to lean in and grab the handle and pull. But stalled by the stranger’s desperate attempt to keep his cargo from being taken.

“Nē, nē, nē, nē! Lūdzu!” he cries in a foreign language. Pulling vigorously, “Please, you take enough!”

Arthur steps in quickly, taking the butt of his pistol and ramming it into the man’s nose. “Well now I’m real curious.” The others cry out in alarm as their friend whiplashes back into his seat.

“Henriks, Dieva dēļ, vienkārši ļaujiet viņiem to paņemt!”

“Vai jūs labprātāk zaudētu savu dzīvību?”

Whatever they say seems to keep his protests at bay allowing Jie to snatch the bag out and nestles it onto the ground, rustling about its contents. Some papers, a horse bristle brush, smelling salts. He stalls at a tied balled up handkerchief.

“Dzīve ir izšķērdēta jums, zagļu zvēriem!” The man grovels past his fingers that cradle his nose, blood pooling out past the digits and dribbling crimson onto his white collar. Jie looks to Arthur with a face of confusion.

“What is it?” Arthur inquires.

“An egg?” Jie shrugs in confusion, holding up the prize of a pure white chicken’s egg.

“This man was so up in arms over his lunch?” Joseph utters in disbelief.

“Just a moment…” Jie inspects the egg further, giving the surface a few good taps. “I think it might be porcelain.”

“Looks like your tea set will be a piece short. Now put your head down and count to 100.” Arthur urges with a thrust of his gun, causing the inhabitants to flinch. But they do as they’re told quickly. “Same goes for you.” Arthur threatens the coach driver.

“1.2.3..” He begins shakily.

“I can’t hear you!” Arthur yells as he and the other two men saddle up quickly.

“4!5!6!” The driver shrieks. The echoing of “10,11,12” could be heard on the wind well after they’d left them in the dust.

“Jie how much we get?”

“Close to a hundred at least. And that’s only the paper money!”

“That more than 2 months pay!” Joseph excitedly exclaimed. “I could buy Agatha a new dress and shoes and and-“

“Don’t go counting yer chickens yet kid, the camp gets its share remember?” Arthur jumps in before Joseph can continue on his shopping list.

“Oh-uh- right right. But it’s still beats the mines I’ll tell you what!”

“Not coming home with a bad cough and an aching back.” Jie says, “And money in our pockets in the matter of minutes!”

“To think no one else thought to join up, even after all that money Mr. Van der linde distributed from the treasury.” Joseph recalls with a shake of his head, “Hell! To think I almost didn’t!”

“Still plenty of time to regret that choice.” Arthur teases. Soon enough the camp site fell into view, the men making one last look around before descending home. Upon arrival Agatha cheerfully approached welcoming Joseph with a smile and a tight hug.

“Where’d you go you silly man!” She playfully scolds, “I was gettin’ worried!”

“Oh, Agatha you won’t believe how much money we made!” Joseph pulls down his stained bandanna. Face sweaty and red from being in the sun, a toothy smile as he beamed with excitement. “And from just one job!”

“Hey, Jay let me see that egg.” Arthur motions his hand in a “gimme” motion. Jie complies opening the kerchief and depositing in his hand. The thing fills out the majority of his palm, significantly bigger than any chicken’s egg. The surface is shiny, and smooth to the touch. The pearlescent surface appeared almost pure white, but upon closer inspection the barest etching could be felt and seen in a certain light. Depicting a country side, a homestead, and various livestock. All framed by Victorian escue floral patterns.  “You said this was porcelain?” Arthur asks Jie as he turns the odd treasure in his hand, inspecting the many intricate details along it’s surface.

“By the feel and look of it, I’d wager its enamel. Especially the way it reflects the light.” Jie points out. Confident in his assessment.

“You know a lot about this kinda thing?” Arthur asks curiously.

“I had family in Jingdezhen.” Jie answers, only to receive a confused look. He rolls his eyes slightly, “I’m from China. I know about china.”

“Aw of course!” Arthur nods, his attention turning back to the egg. His brows furrow. “How’re your repair skills? Looks like there’s a crack in the-“ before he can finish his thought, the egg splits down the middle in a perfect line.

“Shit! You broke it!” Joseph cries out in disappointment.

“No! I didn’t do nothin’!” Arthur denies defensively.

“There’s something inside!” Jie excitedly points out. Along the perfectly split seam something larger gleamed out at them. Arthur delicately pries one side away to reveal the prize inside. A gleaming solid gold chicken nestled inside a crimson velvet nest.

“I guess we know which came first then.” Agatha commented, bewildered by their discovery.

“My God.” Arthur delicately plucked the bird from its luxurious resting place and held it up in all its glory. The eyes sparkling gems, the feathers varying shades of precious metals.

“Ain’t that somethin’?” Hosea had sauntered over, arms behind his back as he also admires the small trinket. “You go robbin’ some giant at the top of a bean stalk?”

“Stage coach.” Arthur replies, carefully depositing the golden chicken back in its container. Handing it off to the old man. “These boys did good; job went without a hitch.”

Hosea delicately twists and turns the egg in his fingers. “Curious treasures people carry these days.” He turns to the younger men, “And worth a pretty penny no doubt.” He shakes the egg at them, they smile excitedly. “Oh, and did you boys happen to see our little stowaway while out on your little egg hunt?”

“Stowaway? Who’s the stowaway?” Agatha asks confused.

Hosea speaks her true name, “It’s quite a story-“ He stops himself, “Not important, but have you seen her?”

“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen hide nor hair of her all morning…” Agatha replies.

“No, m’fraid not.” Arthur shrugs his shoulders. “Grimshaw was asking earlier today. She still missin’?”

“Hm.” Hosea hums, “Thank you boys, you’ll be sure to get your fair share.” He dismisses the others.  

“Everything ok?” Arthur ponders.

“Probably.” Hosea replies, his attention drawn by the sight of Tilly approaching hurriedly.

“Arthur!” Tilly calls out, her voice cracks slightly. “Arthur, have you seen (y/n)?”

“No, no I’m sorry but I haven’t.” Arthur peers out over the camp, no sign of said woman. “She been gone long?”

“No one’s seen her since the party. I’ve searched high and low. John went out to search up by the water but he hasn’t come back yet.” She squirms in place a moment. Fidgeting with her skirt nervously. “I’m real worried.”

“I noticed that horse she’s been usin’ was missin’ too…” Arthur mutters. Tilly perks up, her gaze looking past him to John freshly dismounted from the saddle, alone.

“Did you find her?” She urgently asks.

“Nothin’.” John shrugs. Tilly’s fidgeting worsens.

“Now let’s not panic,” Hosea says, a hand on Tilly’s shoulder. “She’s a grown woman, I’m sure she’s fine.” He smiles.

“But-“

“I’m sure she’ll turn up.” Hosea interrupts, patting her back as he saunters off.

“Would you boys mind-“ Tilly starts.

“We’ll keep an eye out.” Arthur assures. John nods in agreement.

“Thank you.”

Hosea’s no doubt right, he’s almost always right. But Arthur can’t help the sense of suspicion he has at the timing and strangeness of the stowaway’s disappearance. Hosea’s probably right. His feet carry him to the resting place of Samson. One of his shoes are missing, bottles that once held booze lay empty around his unconscious body. The only tell that he was still (unfortunately) breathing was the slow up and down motion of his pot belly stomach.  

Arthur’s eyes draw to the bloody, swollen split in Samson’s lip. The lower half of his face puffy and red. Arthur unconsciously rubs his thumb over one of his bruised knuckles. “He been up at all?” Arthur interrogates Abadiano, whom sits nearby rolling a cigarette. The old man chuckles as he deposits the cig between his lips. He digs around in his jacket before pulling out a match.

“Been out since you put him down.” He puffs, “Maybe he rolled over in his sleep and crushed that girl you’re looking for.” He grins, kicking his boot into Samson’s shoulder roughly, whom twitches but remains unconscious.  

Arthur huffs. A shake of his head, turning to leave. Hosea’s probably right.

[imyourbratzdoll]

I have a request! How about one of Harley Quinn x reader (Platonic friendship) where she sets her up with Bucky after getting over her love for Joker!(Harley and Bucky are as cute as hell!) Reader is with Steve and is Bruce Wayne's daughter! and gets kidnapped by Joker! Who would come in and save her!?

hey honey! I hope you like what I wrote! I'm actually thinking of writing for harley, but don't know for sure just yet.

summary - harley's ex, the joker, kidnaps you. causing the two teams to come and save you.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

Harley slams the door open, “Sugar! Grab ya knives!” Bucky and Steve whip around, staring at her with wide eyes, and she huffs, hands going to her hips when they don’t move. Harley snaps her fingers. “Up! Up! The Joker took Y/n!” She pops the gum in her mouth, dramatically turning and heading to where they keep the weapons. Both men quickly follow behind glares on their faces. Steve presses a button on his watch, alerting both the Avengers and the Justice League.

The two teams stood side-by-side, all suited up and angry. Your father stood in his Batman suit alongside your boyfriend. Harley and Bucky stand with their hands interlocked, one with a crazy smile and the other with a dangerous glare. Natasha and Clint stand with their guns ready, and Sam and Tony are in the air. Hulk and Thor stand with Diana and Clark, while Arthur and Cyborg stand to either side of them. All of them are prepared, waiting for their sign to go in. 

Wanda and Vision come flying around, giving a nod. The team approaches, storming into the building with one thing on their mind. They begin to fight those who come running at them. Bruce, Steve, Harley and Bucky all make their way toward the room you are held in. Killing and knocking men and women out, Steve’s leg flies forward, kicking the door in and watching it fly across the room. His eyes are set on your form, strapped to a chair with the Joker standing over you, a knife in his hand as he prepares to give you his scars. 

Before the Joker can open his mouth to say something, Harley enters from behind Steve and Bruce, her pretty pink gun raised. “Bad Puddin!” The sound of a shot can be heard as she fires. The bullet shoots through the air and goes through his hands, causing him to jump back with a shout and laugh as he looks at the hole in his flesh. Her eyes move over to you, connecting with yours, and she grins. “Hiya kitten! We’ve come for ya!” Harley waves frantically, ignoring the looks the men give her. Bruce heads straight for the laughing man, pushing him against the wall as Steve approaches you, quickly undoing the ropes and pulling you against his body. 

“Aw! Is Batsy mad?” He chuckles, head falls back into the wall. Bruce begins to beat the madman until Bucky stops him, saying something about locking him up instead. The Joker looks him in the eye and smiles. “Ya wanna know how I got these scars?” The room fills with his laughter.

You arrived home safely. Steve hadn’t left your side. He kept checking to ensure you were still there, pressing kisses on your head, whispering how much he loved you. You smiled and snuggled into him, happy that you were back in his arms and with your friends and family again. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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WARNINGS: SMUT, MENTIONS OF WAR AND ABORTION

1914

THE Shelby brothers had enlisted and Eden Dawkins wanted to kill them all.

"Why?" She finally asked after being silent for five unnerving minutes.

"We wanted to do it on our terms," Tommy exclaimed, watching her nervously as she played with her fingers.

He and his brothers brought her to the nearby park where they all used to play. It was vacant but her boiling anger was suffocating them all. John sat next to her on a swing, but Arthur stood next to a cautious Tommy.

"Your terms?" Eden repeated, folding her arms.

He stiffly nodded, "Our terms."

"What's Pol said?"

"Very little."

"Ada?" Eden asked, and that's when John took a good look at her, seeing how she glowed, despite her frustration.

"Wouldn't stop cryin'" John grimaced at the memory.

"John," Arthur hissed, Tommy just sighed.

"What? She did."

"Little Finn? I know Isaiah was bawlin' his eyes at last night when he woke up they were swollen," Eden stated.

"We're tellin' 'im later tonight," Arthur informed, averting his eyes.

She turned to John, "And Martha?"

"She smacked me, then cried," the force of the slap caused his head to whip to the side full force whilst his aunt consoled his crying wife.

"She's your wife, popped out a baby for you and now you're off to war, I don't blame her," Eden muttered, and John sighed.

"Alright Eden," he didn't want to feel guiltier than he already did. He was leaving his girls for however long. But it was his decision and there was no way he or his brothers back out of it now.

Eden stared up at Tommy, with a look he couldn't read, "My dad and uncle told me the same this mornin', that they enlisted as well, my dad vows, promises to my mum, well they don't mean shit anyways."

"Thanks, Eden," John grumbled, then stormed off, leaving Arthur to follow him presumably back to the house.

Tommy appeared in front of her, "Edie, love."

She stood up and softly shook her head, "Don't, give me time to think."

She didn't sound angry anymore, just hurt, there was so much on her mind, the baby was a big factor and how was she gonna raise a child when he was shooting the enemy at war? Is there any point in telling him now? Her mother asked her if she wanted to keep the baby, as did Polly the following Monday and she instantly said yes, but it was all before this madness.

Before all the men in her life were gonna up and leave for... a few months? What a load of shite, it wouldn't be that easy, it never was. Her father would be gone, a part of her world. She wouldn't cope if she ever lost him.

"Fuck, don't shut me out," Tommy ran a hand throw his raven locks, which continued to grow.

He would have to cut it again, fuck Eden stop thinking about it all. But she couldn't. It was real, it was gonna happen whether she wanted it or not. It's men's business. Fuck.

She sent him a sad smile, "I'm not, just thinking about more life-changing decisions."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He cupped her face, trying to read her, her comments hadn't been making much sense to him recently.

"Nothin' Tom, just give me some time alright?" She placed her hands over his, then caught the panic in his eyes, "And before you ask, I'm not leavin' you, I'm just thinkin'."

"Alright," that answer he could deal with.

But the fact he wouldn't be here to protect her made him realise how much he needed her to put on the pendant, to put his mind at ease, fuck her stubbornness.

His eyes couldn't look away from her, fuck she's beautiful, he did notice a glow on her face, the summer added to her beauty, he realised.

"Alright," she nodded.

"I'm sorry," he dropped his hands and tugged her closer, bringing her head to his chest, breathing in her scent, her everything.

"Don't be, I know it's been on your mind for a while, I could tell, I'm just... upset," she mumbled against his jumper.

She was surprised tears were not pouring from her eyes, her emotions have been all over the place recently, it's the baby, her mum kept saying and wasn't wrong. She remembered Martha being the same.

"I know, I don't want you to be," Tommy tugged her away, raising her chin so she could look at him, "I love you."

His tender words made her smile reach her eyes, "I love you too, just give me a minute, okay? I have work tomorrow, come by after that, we can talk."

It's good to talk, Tommy nodded and just pulled her back to his chest as they stood alone in the vacant park, listening to nothing but the cool breeze whistling in the air.

—

Sitting across from the Dawkins was Tommy Shelby. He decided he needed to talk and explain himself to them, properly and in person, and alone while Eden was at work. Luckily he got them as they returned from their shifts and after he got John and Arthur into the betting shop to run the business in his haste absence.

Cecil Dawkins wasn't forthcoming in the slightest, he never really took to the Shelby man and didn't think he was good for his daughter, and despite trying to convince both Celestine and Eden the same, it was like talking to a brick wall. Celestine claimed it was because she could see Mara in Tommy, the friend they lost not long ago, but Cecil only noticed the same trickster act Arthur Sr wore throughout Small Heath.

He didn't buy it then, he wasn't gonna by it with Tommy sitting in their kitchen.

Or at least that's what he told himself.

"You claim to love my daughter, yet you enlisted," he started, rolling his broad shoulders back and not taking an eye off the younger man.

Tommy immediately couldn't ignore the hypocrisy, "Aren't you doin' the same to Mrs Dawkins?"

Celestine made a face, "He's got you there love."

"Celestine," Cecil cast her an annoyed look.

Tommy leaned closer, "Your daughter sees me. I used to hate it. Now love it. Well, I hate that I love it."

Celestine couldn't help but be touched by his words, "Awww—"

Cecil cut her off, "Celestine, he beat up that poor boy, made our little girl cry more than she smiled and we're supposed to give her off to 'im."

Tommy narrowed his eyes on the carpenter, "She's not property."

Cecil craned his neck to look at him in disgust, "Are you gonna lecture me 'bout property?"

"Boys," Celestine was quick to interrupt, "Cecil, I know what he's done and now I'm seein' what he's tryna do for our girl."

Cecil already recognised the influences Tommy had over his daughter, one day she was adamant that religion wasn't for her and all of a sudden she came back with a black Madonna on her neck, well not so much anymore. He knew Eden had her own mind, but love was clouding it and her dreams, big dreams, he didn't want Tommy dimming them in any way.

"Eden came home cryin' yesterday, those Changretta boys have signed up and all, she found out 'bout through Dorris." Cecil informed, turning back to him with a frustrated look, "You ruined that friendship for her as well."

After suppressing another glare, Tommy averted his gaze as the guilt and the nerves took over him. He was trying, very very hard to make things right with Eden but he knew it was something she would always hate him for, even if she was in love with him. The looks he received from Cecil were only adding to that, piling onto the remorse.

So he nodded, and finally snapped his head up again, "I know, it's somethin' I regret, can't change the past now, need to focus on the future, my future with your daughter."

"Sound so confidant," Cecil muttered bitterly.

"I am."

Celestine blurted, "Thomas, you think you've made the right decision, what if Eden comes to you with some news of her own?"

"Like what?" both men turned to her in curiosity.

"Who knows," Cesltine quickly waved them off, but Tommy didn't glance away from her, "y'know our Edie, she's a mystery half the time."

"I know she is, but she's easier to read than I thought," Tommy said, still trying to decipher her previous question.

Cecil rolled his eyes at his response.

Tommy continued, "I get that I've done wrong by her, but I'll live up to the promises I've made her. I'm not perfect –"

"–got that right –" Cecil murmured, wincing at the pinch he received from his wife.

"– But I'll be my best for her, I'll give you my word, that I will," Tommy stated.

"A man's only as good as his word," Celestine added, half smiling at the younger man.

Now I see where Eden gets her forgiving trait from. Tommy thought.

Cecil bitterly snorted, "Thank you my sweet but I'm not worried about his word, it's his actions that I'm cautious of."

"I understand," Tommy insisted.

"Dont think you do," Cecil argued, waves of conflicting feelings washed over him.

"I understand that in all the years I've spent on this lane, you two are the only ones that had a functioning relationship. No domestics, no lyin' or cheatin' from what I've seen," Tommy remarked, "Just love, understanding and forgiveness. That's what I want with Eden."

Tommy pulled out the ring he wanted to propose to Eden with, making Celestine's face light up, Cecil remained unimpressed. He's been carrying the ring around him for days since he brought it, (more than the horseshoe) looking for the right time and day to ask. It was a simple ring, one he brought before Greta passed away along with one for himself.

Two wedding bands.

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck, "It's not much, I know, Eden deserves a lot better than me. She's your daughter and you'll do anything for her, what parent wouldn't? But give me a chance, another one, I already lost her once, and I can't do it again. She makes me a better man, a smarter man, and with her brains it easy to do that," Cecil couldn't deny what he was saying. "I'll make her happy, happier than she's been, I fucked — I mean messed up already, I'd be a fool to do that again. If I didn't respect you, I wouldn't be here, I would've just asked her to be my wife and she'd say yes because I know her, but I'm here, askin' for ya blessing Mr. and Mrs. Dawkins."

"Celestine," she corrected.

"Celestine," Tommy smiled at her, and she returned the gesture, it's just like my Edie's. Turning back to Cecil, hespoke clearly, "And if it goes to hell, then I'll put the revolver in your hands, with a bullet that has my name scratched across it, Mr Dawkins."

Cecil hummed, "Sounds good to me."

"Cecil," his wife scolded.

"Don't fuck up," he jabbed a finger at Tommy.

"Oi."

"I won't," Tommy nodded along.

Celestine hissed at her husband, "Watch your language."

Tommy did his best to conceal his amusement as he watched the two bicker, is this what me and Eden look like? Christ.

"Sorry my sweet," he cupped her hands, pressing a kiss to them, then turned to the younger man, about to say something he hoped he wouldn't regret. "You've got my blessin'."

Tommy let out a breath he didn't know that he was holding and shook his hand with Cecil's.

"And you, Mrs — Celestine, do I have ya blessin'?" He corrected, much to her excitement.

Celestine chuckled, "You had it before you walked in, Thomas."

Tommy finally smiled.

—

"Anythin' you wanna tell me?"

"Like what?"

Tommy knew Eden inside and out, he'd been observing her since they came to lay on her bed after she got home. How she wiped off her subtle make-up and got undressed, revealing parts of her that he believed to have grown or thickened, had him aroused but overall he knew something was different.

So after she wrapped her hair in a scarf, he sat down at the edge of her bed, ready to ask her some questions.

"Your mum said somethin' weird today, somethin' 'bout you might havin' some news of your own," he pressed, still confused by her cryptic words.

"I don't," Eden rushed out, internally cursing at her mother, despite knowing she meant well.  "Besides you're off to war," she added, knowing the gears were turning in his mind, but she couldn't have him asking any more questions, "you all are, how are we supposed to cope?"

Tommy took her hands in his, "It won't be for long, papers sayin' it'll be a couple of months and we'll be back for Christmas."

"As if you believe that," she muttered,  softly scoffing at the thought. It's a fucking lie, the papers are lying to them all.

"'Ave to believe somethin'."

She pulled her hands out of his grasp, "It'll be hell. We joke 'bout Small Heath bein' hell but this is hell, all the things we learnt in school and church– "

" – You barely went to church," he remarked, smirking slightly.

She rolled her eyes, "Tommy it'll be hell, I just know."

"Aye, then we'll need to return to our havens soon," Tommy spoke with a glint of glee swimming in his eyes. 

"Please don't go," he could hear the pain in her voice, it almost crippled him.

It was too late now...their papers had been turned in, and they would be shipping out to France soon.

Taking off his blazer, he slipped into bed next to her, turning on his side, so he could take all of her in.

"Love listen, I'll come back to you, sooner than you think," he vowed, "you can write to me, and by the time I come back, you'll finish that book you've writing."

She bit down on her bottom lip, "What book?"

He softly chuckled, "The book that's runnin' through your mind right now, you fuel it with whatever you set your sights on so you can put pen to paper."

"It's hard to do that when war is on my mind and has been on yours for quite some time," she whispered.

"I know," he nodded, "what'll make you feel better eh? Visit a medium and they'll tell you what's what."

Tommy was never a believer in fortunes, well sometimes he was but his dad was a trickster for a living, stealing horses and telling fortunes, Tommy didn't want to be tricked but he needed Eden to settle and she hadn't been for a while.

"Don't need to see a fraud like Mrs. Price or whoever to know what's what Tommy, you'll be gone for a while..." and who knows if you'll come back the same.

Eden sniffled at the visions flashing through her mind, she was pregnant and he would be gone. How big was she gonna get, how much would she change? All the dreams and wishes she had about having a big family, she always thought Enzo and Dorris would be there for her, all three of them together, but the former wasn't an option and the latter, wouldn't be much of a help, instead turn it into a big joke and that wasn't what she needed right now. She needed guidance.

Hearing the Changrettas were all aboard with this suicide mission, her old best friend was gonna get himself killed and she couldn't even get within five feet of him for her to tell him to stay at home.

Soldiers at bloody war.

"Does Finn know?" She broke the silence with a quiet question.

Tommy frowned at the memory, "He does. Wants to come along with us."

"Course he does, you're his heroes."

"I'll be yours when we come back," he countered, not wanting to think of his little brother crying and begging to come along.

"How confident," she muttered the same thing his father had done hours before.

He smirked, "Y'know me."

She nodded, "I do know you."

"Can I ask you somethin'?"

"What?"

"To put the pendant back on," he rushed out, narrowing his eyes when she sighed, "We're together now Edie, no point of you carrying on this act. You love me, I love you. What happened ain't in the past, I know that, I messed up, it fucked up your head and all, but listen I'm changin' and I can't leave 'ere with the thought of your beck bare."

Eden deeply sighed.

"I don't wanna rush ya —"

"Give it to me."

His eyes widened.

"What?"

"Give it to me, I'll put it on," it's for the baby, she wanted to be safe and careful with the pregnancy, especially if he wasn't gonna be there.

Tommy quickly pulled it out of his pocket, shocking her that he'd been carrying it around this entire time. He put it around her neck, just like how he did when he first confessed his love for her.

It looked beautiful and he couldn't stop smiling, she thought his face would have to hurt.

In all honesty, she did prefer it on and missed it so dearly, but she was a stubborn woman and wanted to be petty.

"Back where it belongs," he said aloud, trailing a finger over her cheek, "You look so fuckin' beautiful, y'know that?"  he loved her more than life itself, "Can't get enough of you."

She blushed at the look he was giving her, "Tom..."

"You're glowin' I don't get it. But I love it. Come here," he tugged her closer.

"No, I'm mad at ya," she didn't bother fighting.

"Good, the sex is better when you are," he stole a kiss from her.

"My parents are here," she gasped when he tugged at her nightie.

"Like that's stopped us," he started to undress, rushing to get his clothes off.

She gasped when he got into bed again, still in his undergarments, but she could see all of him fuck no wonder I'm pregnant.

"Tom..." she whimpered when he got on top of her.

His lips trailed up and down her neck, "If you're worried 'bout puttin' a baby in you, I won't, I'll wait for some here."

She fought a frown and asked, "So you don't want a baby now?" She asked and he pulled back.

"Not yet, when I come back, maybe when the business improves y'know?" He rushed out, standing up and going to the door.

"Right," she whispered, knowing now wasn't the right time to tell him. Fuck when was it?

"Come here," he grinned after shoving the door stopper under the door, so they wouldn't be interrupted, "I love you alright, now, I need to make it up to you, your parents know I'm stayin' over, so lay back and be quiet."

Her small breathy moans haunted him at night in his room alone. Touching himself, imagining how it would be when he had her all over again. He craved Eden like the very air in his lungs.

"You're not tired?" She asked, putting aside her confession and focusing on his hardened state, palming it, earning a soft groan from him.

"Of you? Never," his head moved all over her body, travelling from the hem of her nightie to the inside of her thighs, "surprised your knife ain't here, can't 'ave you stabbin' me."

He didn't need another incident with the flick knife.

She let out a breathy laugh, "I wouldn't... yet."

Eden dragged his face back to hers, enveloping him in searing kisses as his hands began shifting off her nightie, pulling it over her head, freeing her breasts, whilst her nimble fingers pulled down his undergarments, he groaned against her feverish lips.

"Fuck, you're everythin', ya know that?" He grunted at the feeling of her hands.

Tommy pulled back, trying to suppress his grunts and groans but he couldn't. He moved away her hand, wanting, no, needing to focus on her and only her.

His tongue teased her breasts, "'Ave these got bigger? They fuckin' 'ave."

It was something he couldn't deny.

"Oi, that hurts," she hissed, then panicked at the worried look in his eyes, "Avoid 'em for the night. Just feel a little sensitive, that's all."

"Y'sure?" she never reacted like that before "They look so..." Tommy trailed off, biting down on his lip at how big they were, "alright sorry," he quickly apologised, then was taken back by her roughly pushing him, managing to flip him over, "Fuck."

"Wanted to be to top," she murmured as his hands settled on her waist.

He needed all of her, she squealed when he sat up, still keeping his firm grip on her.

"By all means, darlin'," he groaned, watching her rise on her knees, "be on top."

Sinking down on him, they both groaned and gripped each other.

Eden knew she would have to find a better time to tell him about the baby on the way.

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a/n:

it upsets me that those who went to war only thought they would be away for a few months. i was gonna watch 'all quiet on the western front' but i don't wanna upset myself. never been a fan of war films but been hearing a lot praise from that one.

and yes i finally made eden put the pendant back on, just for the sake of the baby. she's a superstitious person, so it would just bring her comfort to know that she's safe and so is the baby.

also i didn't realise how quickly this book would take for me to write, honestly thought it would be longer but I'm glad it wasn't too heavy, or violent, but I've been enjoying it so much, i love eden and tommy.

[laedback-taurus]

Mother’s Instinct

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: attempted attack and swearing as usual A/n: My last piece "Just Say the Word" didn't show up in tags, if you want to give to a read that would be amazing! Here

Summary: Tommy didn’t realise how scared he was of losing you until he almost did, he also didn’t realise the lengths that his wife would go to protect their family.

“You should be more worried about your wife and baby”

Tommy’s world had completely stopped, his vision blurred, and his hearing became muffled, he couldn’t heard what Arthur was yelling at the beaten man in front of him. All Tommy wanted was information from the man but what he got was a threat to his family from this bastards smirking bloodstained lips.

“Your wife is a real pretty one” He continued, Tommy just stared at the ground in front of him, the scum had to be lying, his wife and son were safe at home, right?

“Would she still be that pretty lying in a ditch?” That was the comment that snapped him back into reality, he swung at the man, punching him and over until his head hung weakly.

“Tell me you’re lying” Tommy warned, a crazed look in his eye, one that made Arthur step back slightly.

“You should rush home today Mr Shelby” Was all he said before Tommy took out his gun, shooting the beaten man in the leg causing a horrid scream to leave his mouth.

“Deal with him Arthur” Tommy instructed as he made his way for the exit.

“I’ll make it hurt Tom” Arthur stated, sick at the thought of his nephew and sister-in-law hurt. He made note to head over to Tommy’s with John when he was finished, Tommy may need their help.

You had spent the whole morning with your son Charlie who was nearly one now, you had dressed him, fed him, played with him for a while and worked on some of his words before deciding to take him for a little stroll through the garden, it always helped him drift off to sleep. Today it took a little longer than usual for him wind down so you decided to pop into the stables so he could see the horses, the quick burst of excitement was all that was needed to wear him out enough for a nap. You took him back inside and up into his room by the time you placed him gently into his crib, he was already fast asleep. After putting Charlie to bed you had made your way downstairs to the kitchen to find yourself something for lunch, you had given the cook the day off as his family was unwell and you believed he needed to be with them, maybe if you had told him to stay, you would have been safer, or maybe he would be dead. You had just entered through the doorway when you were grabbed from behind, you struggled for a moment before halting at the cool sensation of a knife pressing against your neck.

“Don’t fight or your boy will be first” At the mere mention of your son all sense left you and you did the only thing you could really think off, you kicked back and hit the bastard in the balls. He immediately groaned and stepped back, letting you go, you rushed the kitchen counter and pulled out a carving knife from the block, it would have to do. Seeing your attacker still hunched over, you rushed past him but not before he lashed out, his knife cutting your upper arm in the process. You yelled out in pain but the adrenaline of protecting your son was too high to let it bother you, so you kept running, you ran up the stairs and into your son’s room, slumming the door shut, causing Charlie to wake up startled. You were about to reach for him to calm him down when the door flew open behind you, knocking you to the ground, your knife falling from your hand in the process. You landed face down before your attacker flipped you over onto your back with a swift kick to your stomach, you could see your knife out of the corner of your eye. At the sight of a strange man holding his mother down, Charlie started to cry, a painful screaming cry that you had never heard before, he was terrified.

“You bitch, I told you not to fight, you knew what would happen” Your attacker warned, making his way to the crib where your boy sat sobbing. You knew what you needed to do, so without a second thought you lurched for you knife, ignoring the pain in your arm and stomach. With the knife now in your grasp you wasted no time in stabbing it into the middle of the man’s back, he stopped his pursuit, swaying a moment before dropping to ground, did you just kill him? You couldn’t dwell on the question while Charlie’s screaming persisted. You quickly scooped your son up and backed into a corner of the room, opposite to where the man now lay, possibly dead. You tried your best to calm your boy down, while also trying to calm yourself down.

Tommy wasted no time in bursting through the doors of Arrow House.

“Y/n?” He called out, searching each room of the first floor before reaching the kitchen, everything looked in order, so he turned to leave but as he did, he noticed a small splatter of blood on the doorframe.

“Y/n?!” He called out again, more frantic this time, he quickly raced up the stairs and headed straight for Charlie’s room, if you were in trouble, you would have gone straight for him.

He wasn’t expect the sight in front of him when he entered his son’s room, that room was meant to be a safe place for Charlie, one where he would feel calm enough to lay his head and sleep but now a man lay next to his crib, with a fucking knife jammed in his back.

“Dada?” A little voice called, laced with fear, a fear that broke Tommy, his son shouldn’t feel a fear like this. Tommy attention turned to the corner of the room, there his wife sat, clinging her child to her chest as she shook, his wife shouldn’t feel a fear like this either. He quickly approached them, crouching down, causing his wife to look up at him.

“Tommy?” He voice was shaky and quiet, Tommy’s heart ached at the sound. He quickly began looking over Charlie, seeing he was unharmed he turned his attention to you, immediately noticing the wound on your arm, what you didn’t realise was how big it truly was, it lay diagonally down your upper arm, from you shoulder to your elbow.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, in case there were other men in his home.

“I dealt with him already” You spoke quietly “I didn’t mean to kill him Tommy” You sobbed.

“He was a dead man either way” Tommy was terrified himself; someone had tried to hurt his family.

“Tommy? Are they alr- “Arthur cut himself off at the sight of the man dead in his nephews’ room.

“Holy fuck” John muttered as he entered behind Arthur.

Arthur and John had helped Tommy get rid of the body, he didn’t tell you how and you didn’t want to know how. Frances had patched up your arm and checked out your stomach, but she said all seemed well, but she’d call a doctor in the morning just in case. Charlie had soon calmed down and luckily, he didn’t seem too affected by what had happened. Tommy had put Charlie to bed while you waited in your night dress for him to come back, feeling a bit unsafe when he wasn’t around. He soon entered the room, finding you sat on the end of the bed, he swiftly changed into his sleep attire, he didn’t bother with a shirt as usual. He sat next to you and gently took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your wedding band, the promises he made to you that night running trough his head.

“Is it wrong that I killed a man, yet I don’t feel anything?” You asked suddenly, taking Tommy by surprise “I don’t feel guilty, or sad, or disgusted or even remorse for what I did” you confessed.

“You defended our son, you did what any mother would and protected your child, our child” Tommy started before he sighed “and I’m grateful but you shouldn’t have had to, I shouldn’t been here, its my job to protect you, I swore I would the day you took my name”

“How were you to know Tommy? Please don’t blame this horrible incident on yourself” You begged, turning your body to face him.

“I should have gotten here faster, I should have left as soon as I heard a threat towards you but I had to stay and pry, why didn’t I just leave right away” He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, he felt like he failed you and he just couldn’t bare to look you in the eye, but you weren’t having any of it. You grabbed his face, making him look at you, the helpless look in his eyes broke your heart.

“Please Tommy, don’t think that way, don’t think about the what ifs, think about now, we are still with you, we’re not going anywhere, I wont allow anyone to tear this family apart, I think I’ve proven that today” Tommy relaxed slightly, seeming to take your words in.

“Come on love, you need some rest” He changed the subject, standing up to climb into bed, you did the same, instantly finding your place in Tommy’s arms. Tommy relaxed at your presence, you were right, you were in his arms now and that all that matters, not what could have happened. You placed a soft kiss to his chest, and he placed one on your forehead in return, something you did each night as a way of portraying your love.

You woke up suddenly in the night, something you didn’t do often but something didn’t feel right. You let your eyes adjust to the darkness before noticing that Tommy was no longer by your side. You sat up slowly, finding him sat at the end of the bed, his head in his hands, his shoulders shock slightly and your heart ached at the realisation that he was crying. You slowly got up and crawled to the end of the bed, raising onto your knees and wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your head on his back.

“It’s alright love” You whispered.

“It’s not” He voice was soft and shaky “I nearly lost you” You couldn’t bare to see your husband this way.

“I nearly lose you every day Tommy, I always wonder if your kiss goodbye will be the last one but I don’t dwell on it because everyday you walk back through those doors and great our boy with a big hug and I know that you’ll do that will all of our future children, because I know you’ll be here for more. You’re stuck with me Tommy, you accepted that the day you asked me to marry you” The two of you sat in silence for a while, Tommy taking in your words again. He soon lifted his head from his hands and leant back into you, you smiled and placed a small kiss on his shoulder.

“Come back to bed” You whispered, gently pulling him to get him join you back under the warm covers.

“Yeah” He sighed, moving back up the bed and under the covers with you. He laid on his back with one arm behind his head and other wrapped around you as you lay your head on his chest.

“So you want more children?” He asked, breaking to sweet silence.

“Is that all you got from that Tommy?” You laughed.

“Want to get started on that?” He suggested with a cheeky tone.

“Tommy” You exclaimed, hitting his chest softly.

“I’m serious” He stated, he was in fact, dead serious.

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I adored your Tommy imagine and was wondering if you’d write a fluff one where he and his fiancée are at the garrison with his family and his fiancée grew up around the Shelbys so she’s close with them all so Tommy is tired, regretful for agreeing to go cause he just wants their attention so he’s pouty for attention in a Thomas Shelby way (which I’d think is him glaring but that’s just my opinion)?

Hi lovely anon.

Thank you so much and thank you for requesting this !!💌

I hope you like it, i had fun writing it:)

i want your midnights

tommy x fem!reader

SUMMARY tommy and y/n spend a night at The Garrison with his family but all tommy wants is to go home and be alone with his fiancé

WORD COUNT around 630

WARNINGS fluff, mentions of drinking

A/N sorry if this is kinda short !!

The snug at The Garrison was tightly packed. The whole Shelby family was out, celebrating a successful day at races. Smoke and the sour smell of beer filled the room.

Y/n was sat with John, both of them laughing like little kids. Tommy sat beside her. He was extra quiet tonight y/n had noticed. He had spend the entire night sipping on his whiskey and gazing over at her with a blank face. But y/n knew how her fiancé could get so she brushed it off, letting him be.

Every once in a while she would lean over and kiss Tommy’s cheek or caress his hand that was firmly placed on her thigh.

“Oh cheer up Thomas” Polly scolded lovingly. She had too noticed Tommy’s behaviour.

“It’s a big day and you should be celebrating, not sulking” Polly said, teasing him.

“Right on Pol!” Arthur said, his words slurring a bit as a result of his drunken state.

Tommy sighed ignoring his family’s teasing. Instead he kept his eyes on y/n who was now deep in conversation with Ada about something he couldn’t care less about. All he wanted was to be home, in bed with his fiancé but he was stuck here at The Garrison with (in his opinion) obnoxiously loud family.

More time went by and Tommy was getting impatient with y/n and her need to talk and talk and talk. It wasn’t like she had never spoken to these people before. She grew up with the Shelby’s.

Her and Ada were only a year apart, y/n being older, and had meet each other first day of school. From that day on the Shelby’s were never seen without y/n.

Y/n had always had a crush on Tommy but he was 6 years older and she was sure he saw her as a little sister. So y/n tried her best to push her feelings aside.

That was until the y/n turned 21. Tommy had followed her home after her party and to her surprised he had kissed her goodnight.

Now, four years later the two were engaged and sitting in The Garrison.

And all Tommy wanted was to go home and spend some time alone with his y/n. But y/n seemed to be enjoying herself and he felt selfish for wanting to take her away from the fun.

He really couldn’t help though. For the last couple days he had been so busy that he was hardly ever home and when he was he was too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.

So who could blame him for wanting to spend some time with his fiancé?

Y/n put her head on Tommy’s shoulder and yawned.

“Wanna go home Tom” she said.

Fucking finally Tommy thought.

“Yeah?” he asked, petting her hair softly.

Y/n nodded.

“Let’s go home then love” Tommy whispered and pressed a kiss to her temple.

They said their goodbyes with everyone and stepped out of the pub, into the cold.

Tommy lit a cigarette and y/n linked her arm in his as they began walking home.

“You’re so needy you know that?” Y/n broke the comfortable silence that had settle over them.

“Me? what are talking about” Tommy asked.

“I’m not needy” He stated.

Y/n gave him a side glance and chuckled.

“Tom you sat there staring at me and sulking like an abandoned puppy the whole time” She grinned at him.

“I did not” Tommy huffed.

“And even if i did who could blame me for wanting to spend time with my lovey fiancé eh?”

Y/n’s heart swelled at that. She grinned at him.

“Well i thought it was cute so don’t worry”

Tommy pulled her closer, kissing her hair.

“Thanks love, but i didn’t sulk” He said giving her a stern but loving glance.

“Sure you didn’t” Y/n mumbled under her breath.

“Oi! i heard that love” Tommy laughed.

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Five Her Happiness Is More Important

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Charles opens up to Lorenzo

Warnings: heartbroken Charles, mentions of being arrested.

Flashbacks in italics

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Charles’ POV

I stared at mum in disbelief, trying to determine if she was pulling some kind of prank on me or whether she said that Valentina was going to be spending Christmas here. Running my hand over my face I let out a shaky breath.

“Is this a joke?” I asked, looking between my mum and brothers.

“No, this isn’t a joke my boy.” Mum smiled softly, taking my hand in hers. “We have been planning this for a few months now. “You know how much that family means to us and how long has it been since you, Valentina and Pierre were all together?”

I couldn’t believe this, my heart was racing so fast I thought it was going to explode. After four years I was going to see Valli again but I knew things wouldn’t be the same.

“I can’t believe this.” Becky scoffed, earning a disapproving look from my mum. “Why do I have to spend Christmas with that skank, this isn’t fucking fair.”

Well that was like raising a red flag to a bull.

Mum dropped my hand before storming over to Becky, squaring up to her. It was rare we saw Mum get like this and it was honestly terrifying.

“Don’t you ever call my Valli a skank, if you have a problem with it you know where the door is.” Mum spat, venom dripping off her words as she glared at my girlfriend. “I don’t know what my son sees in you but Valentina is more family than you will ever be. Just be grateful I am letting you in my house.”

“Well, Charles obviously sees something more in me than he did Valentina seeing as I’m his girlfriend not her.” Becky laughed, a smirk forming on her face knowing that she could destroy Valli’s life in a matter of seconds.

No one saw the slap coming until the sound of Mum’s hand connecting with Becky’s face echoed around the room.

I had to pull my hands over my face to hide the smirk that appeared, one thing Becky should have learned by now was never piss off Mama Leclerc.

“Charles, are you going to do something?” Becky wined, clutching at her cheek, trying to muster up fake tears.

“Becky, just leave it okay.” I sighed, running my hand over my face before pushing myself to my feet. I needed some time alone, my head was spinning and my stomach was in pieces knowing that in a matter of hours I would see the one girl I regret walking away from.

The moment I stepped out onto the back garden I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. This was going to be the hardest Christmas ever. I just needed to keep Becky away from Valli, because when Valentina lost her shit it was never pretty, that girl had a temper not to be messed with.

Hours had passed and no one had come out to the garden which I was happy about, I just needed time to get my head around things. However my mind constantly kept going back to the last Christmas Valli and her family were here.

My cheeks hurt from smiling, I watched my family instantly pile on Valentina the moment she walked through the door. She was in the middle of the Leclerc sandwich laughing her little head off causing my heart to swell.

“Mon petit ange est rentré à la maison. My little angel has come home.” Mum beamed, ushering Arthur and Lorenzo away so she could give her a proper hug.

“Salut maman. Hi mum.” Valentina grinned, pressing a kiss on mum’s cheek.

Mum pulled away from the hug, taking a good look over Valentina, tutting and shaking her head at her appearance. “You need to eat.” she hummed, guiding her into the kitchen. “I don’t know what your management team is telling you to do but ignore them. Fad diets are not worth it.”

“I tried telling her Pascale.” Louisa nodded, placing her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “But you know this one she never listens, not even to Charles.” A smile graced her lips as she walked across the hallway to me, placing her hands on my cheeks pressing a kiss against my forehead. “My boy, you keeping well?”

“Very well, Maman.” I grinned, pulling her into a tight hug.

This was one of the many things I loved about the relationship, it was as if we were one giant merged family.

The sound of the gravel crunching behind me pulled me out of my thoughts. Glancing over my shoulder I saw Lorenzo walking over to me with two mugs in his hand. The moment he sat down he passed me a mug of Mum’s hot chocolate.

“I’m not even going to pretend I know how you must be feeling because I don’t.” he said softly. “But one thing I do know is things are going to be awkward around here.”

“Tell me about it.” I sighed, taking a sip of the hot drink. “Becky really isn’t helping things.”

Lorenzo sighed, placing his mug on the table. “Tell me the truth brother, why are you still with that cow?”

I shook my head at him, placing my own mug on the table as well. “I can’t say.” I couldn’t look my older brother in the eyes because I knew he would find a way to get the truth out of me.

“What has she got on you?”

“Not me, Valli.” I mumbled.

“Oh.”

“Tell me about it.” I sighed, finally looking up. If I was going to get through this weekend I needed to come clean to someone and what better person than my older brother. Letting out a shaky breath, a few tears rolled down my cheeks. “You know how Valli was a bit of a rebel when she was younger?”

“A bit is an understatement brother.” Lorenzo half laughed.

“I guess, she just got mixed up in the wrong crowd” I nodded, running my hands through my hair. “Remember that night when she called in an absolute state.”

“The night she got arrested?” Lorenzo sighed, running his hand over his face.

“Yeah that night.” I whispered. “Well Becky found out about it, I knew that she was trouble from the moment she walked into the Ferrari garage introducing herself as the newest grid girl.” I found myself fiddling with my bracelets. “Becky is the reason I walked out on Valli, she was blackmailing me and if I didn’t break Valli’s heart then she would leak it to the FIA that one of their drivers in the W series has a criminal record.”

Lorenzo pulled me into a tight hug, letting me get all my emotions out without being judged.

“The things I said to her Lor, you should have seen the way she looked at me as I walked out on her.” I sobbed, feeling my chest constrict there was no stopping my tears. This was the first time in years that I had shown any emotion to my family. “I only did it to protect her, I didn’t want her career to be ruined.”

“I know, Char.” Lorenzo said softly, “I thought her record was sealed because she was under 16?”

“So did I but here we are.” I huffed, pulling away from my brother. “That is why I have stuck with Becky for the last four years, living in hell all for Valentina because her happiness is more important than my own. Even though she probably doesn’t care.”

We both sat there in silence as I tried to control my breathing, wiping my cheeks with the sleeve of my hoodie, Lorenzo nudged my arm gaining my attention. He didn’t say anything as he passed me my phone smirking as he saw I still had post notification on for Valentina.

“You need to see her latest post.” he nodded.

Unlocking my phone I clicked on the notification, instantly being greeted by a very hungover looking Valentina. My heart fluttered at the sight of her, a smirk formed on my lips as I remembered the amount of times we would sit in a coffee shop both nursing a hangover.

“I spoke to Pierre before they got to Gatwick.” Lorenzo hummed, grabbing his cup from the table. “When Enrico told her about Christmas she jumped in the Mustang not caring about speed limits. Pierre managed to get her to pull over but after that she hit the bottle.”

“Doesn’t mean anything.” I shrugged, “She probalally hates me and I don’t fucking blame her.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes from the picture, ninety percent of her face was covered but what got my heart fluttering the most was her hair. She must have dyed recently as she was still blonde in the photos from Italy from a couple of days ago. This was the girl I fell in love with, the one I grew up with, the one that still held my heart. I loved the blonde but there was something about the brunette that set my soul on fire.

Locking my phone I looked up at the night sky, watching the stars shine brightly. I just needed to get through the next couple of weeks and I could throw myself into the new season.

I had my eyes set on WDC but I knew in my heart that it didn’t mean anything without Valentina by my side.

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Arthur nodded, shrugging, “Fair enough.” He supposed he just didn’t want to ask and risk sounding impolite. They were close enough now, though, that it didn’t feel too intrusive. Especially since she had admitted that she trusted him enough to have him in her home. He supposed, though, it made sense now that she had called him a child on multiple occasions. Compared to her, he supposed he was, even if he was much older than he looked.

“Hm, well, if you ever feel like writing a letter, I wouldn’t mind getting one every once in a while.” Although it probably sounded a little silly given their current housing situation, they were entirely serious. They loved letters. It was a lost art that they missed more than anything.

A long sip of xyr own tea, letting the warmth fill xem up from head to toe. If xe was being honest, xe was still a little chilled from the rain, but at least now xe was almost dry, xyr hair only a little damp.

“Yeah…” they breathed. Their eyes met hers for a long moment after she explained. Then, their brows furrowed, arms wrapping around his middle as they added, “Sounds hard," one hand slowly running down their arm.

All of a sudden, Arthur had grown very quiet, the conversation sort of causing his thoughts to spiral. Absently he wondered what would have happened if his parents had survived his destructive teen years…Would he have had someone to miss as the years went on? It was good, he thought, that he kept his distance from others. Kept his feelings to himself. Attachment could come easy to him once upon a time…Now he was more careful. Teeth tugged at their lower lip, staring blankly at the cup of tea on the coffee table, unblinking.

“At least you have the memories, though. A lot of humans don’t even have that, in the end…” A frown, shrugging. “Dunno which is worse, actually.”

It's never not fun watching it dawn on people. The age she looks versus the age she is.

"1651, to be exact." She confirms with a nod, "And you've never asked. I've certainly never kept it a secret." Bella thinks back to the train, all the things she hissed about respecting their elders and impertinent children.

At that, she has to laugh. "I am in some things. It's terribly disappointing that letter writing has gone out of style, because I could pen quite the missive. Texting isn't quite the same. But you're right, I blend in better if I make more of an effort to mirror what people are doing. Definitely makes eating easier."

When they pose the question, though, Bella takes a sip of her tea, thinking. "It's hard to describe. It doesn't feel like anything in the moment, really, but knowing that I'll look back in 100 years and remember things that don't exist anymore? People that aren't around anymore? That you never quite get used to."