i just pictured arthur resting his head in my lap and looking up at me with those sparkling eyes and those messy curls and that toothy grin & almost had a heart attack tbh π₯Ίππ
oh god... em donβt think about brushing those curls back. His eyes softly close, sighing at the feeling of your hands in his hair. Donβt think about leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose, wrinkling up cutely as he lets out a small chuckle... and dear god donβt THINK ABOUT HIM NUZZLING FURTHER INTO YOUR TUMMY AND THIGHS ALL SOFT AND WARM AND FULL OF LOVE WHATEVER YOU DO π©π©π©π©π©π©ππππππππ
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