#loving isaac x arthur hours

[bicayaya]

sketch dump

a while ago i asked for sketch suggestions, and here they are! honestly, i don’t know if i’m happy with it, but today i was needing a distraction and it helped, so i guess it’s ok. also these are just rough colored sketches and i haven’t drawn in days so…

close-ups, requests and random comments below the cut

cyran - so…. i never imagined how cyran must look before (i’m really not a visual person, he was just a name in my mind), but it was fun doing my version of him. i suppose i got inspired by fanarts i’ve seen before, specially for the long hair (and i wanted to draw him with a bun, if i’m being honest). the scar, the earings and the beauty mark are just ideas i came up on the spot, so don’t think too much about it.

chevalier - someone woke up him… and he’s not pleased about it. also he has a little fang because i thought it would be cute (and he’s a tiger lol)

arthur and isaac - just my OTP being silly hehe. isaac may look angry, but he loves arthur very much (even with all the teasing)

luke - why he is with a dog? i have no idea >< but he’s enjoying a peaceful day at the countryside

keith - so, all we know is that dill is a blue birb, right? so i drew a blue jay because they’re so pretty and one of my fav birds. also they took a little nap together because keith’s hair is so fluffy and comfy

tag list: @wordycheeseblob @aquagirl1978 @specters0rd @queengiuliettafirstlady @keithsandwich @olivermorningstar (i’m tagging because you’re the ones that suggested, i hope it’s alright)

thank y’all for the suggestions! i hope you like it 💞

(also, oliver, your suggestion isn’t here because i wanna do something a little more elaborate with it)

[bicayaya]

they’re the loveliest babiest most adorable ever

First Day (Isaac x f!MC x Arthur)

Summary: After a chilly night and everyone going outside to see the fireworks at midnight, Isaac gets sick. Again.

Words: 1125

Tags: sick fic; first day of the year; new year's traditions; established relationship; fluffy; romance; Isaac is adorable and Arthur and MC love him very much;

Notes: Happy 2024, darlings! This was supposed to be a ‘New Year’s Eve fic’, but I couldn’t make it work. So now we have a ‘first day of the year fic’! (:

“This isn’t fair,” Isaac’s weak and dramatic voice echoed in the room, causing MC and Arthur to suppress their laughs. “Stop laughing!” Followed by a pout. Oh, Isaac did look cute when he was sick.

One of Comte’s good friends had thrown a huge New Year’s Eve party the day before, and all the residents attended. It was a chilly night, and everyone gathered in the huge garden outside to witness the fireworks at midnight. The three of them found a hidden corner, ensuring they could have their midnight kiss in peace. When MC started shaking in her fancy dress, Arthur gave her his coat to help warm her up. It did help, but she still shivered a little, her face red from the cold. Stubbornly refusing to go back inside, Isaac gave her his coat too, and the men wrapped their arms around her, keeping her warm between them while they enjoyed the beautiful lights exploding in the night sky.

Even though she was the human one, and Arthur had only worn long sleeves and a thin sweater after giving MC his coat, the result was that only Isaac got sick. Again. He spent the whole day sneezing, and by the afternoon, he was burning up with a fever.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she giggled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Sitting beside his head, she leaned her back against the headboard, tenderly running her fingers through his hair in a way that practically made him purr.

“Why am I always the one to get sick?” He groaned.

“You want a real answer, or…?” Arthur trailed off, raising his eyebrow questioningly. He was sitting by Isaac’s foot, with his back against the wall.

“Shut up, Arthur.”

“Oh, luv, now don’t be like that!” A cheshire grin spread across the writer’s face. “You were starting to call me ‘darling’ when it was just us three.”

Isaac’s cheeks blushed intensely, and he averted his gaze to the ceiling. “You’re impossible.”

“Don’t tease him so much, Arthur,” she defended her sick boyfriend, gazing at him lovingly. “And how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” he sighed. “You two don’t have to stay here. You should go and have fun.”

“We’re not leaving you, Isaac,” she remarked.

“But you two-”

“No buts.” Arthur crossed his arms over his chest, as if annoyed, but the softness in his eyes said he just didn’t want to argue about it. “We won’t leave you alone when you’re sick. Doctor’s orders.”

“You’re the doctor.” Isaac furrowed his eyebrows and glanced back at him.

“Yes. And I ordered you to not be alone when you’re sick.” He smiled. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?”

“One that listens,” he grumbled. “I’m fine, really.”

“We are not going to our first date of the year without you, Isaac. Don’t be stubborn,” she stated in a tone that left no room for trying to change their minds. “We three are in a relationship, and the special date was meant for us to enjoy together. So accept that we love you, and we won’t leave you. Ever.”

They had plans of going on a date on the first day of the year. She had this tradition of ‘doing on the first day what you want to do for the rest of the year’. Arthur and Isaac thought it was silly, but they loved making her happy, so they were going to spend the first day on a special date, enjoying each other’s company and basking in their love.

“Ugh, fine.” He tried to sound annoyed, but his red cheeks betrayed him.

“We can still have our date here,” she said. “We can eat something nice together and stargaze on the balcony later. What do you think about it, doctor? Can he go to the balcony for a few minutes?”

Arthur chuckled. “Yes, it’s fine. If he feels like it, we can help him. I’ll carry you, if you want,” he said looking at his boyfriend.

“Please don’t!” Isaac said exasperated. “For God’s sake, never do that.”

“Don’t hurt my feelings, luv,” the writer feigned offense, but a smirk danced across his face.

“Alright, then I’ll go make us something really nice for dinner!” She got up and practically ran out of the room, given how excited she was. They smiled at her eagerness.

Arthur moved from his spot at the end of the bed to sit beside Isaac’s head, taking over MC’s previous task of caressing his hair and running his fingers through the strawberry-brown strands, causing Isaac to close his eyes.

“How are you really feeling?” he asked in a low voice. “You can’t hide anything from me. I can see that you’re trying to act tough not to worry our little bird.”

“It’s like a carriage ran me over,” he admitted, leaning against Arthur’s hand. “I’m tired, but I’m okay. And I think I can get up to eat and stargaze.” He opened one eye to peek at his boyfriend, a small smile on his face. “My doctor allowed it, so it’s gonna be fine.”

“I suppose it is,” Arthur smiled back. “And if you’re tired, try to sleep a little bit while she is making us dinner.” He kissed Isaac’s forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The physicist closed his eye again and nodded slowly, already drowsy. He took one hand from underneath the blanket and placed it over Arthur’s thigh beside his head. He didn’t say anything, but the writer clearly understood what he wanted. Smiling, Arthur laced their hands together and kissed his knuckles, eliciting a sigh from the physicist — he really was adorable when he was sick. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for Isaac to fall asleep. Arthur leaned his head against the headboard and stared at the ceiling, his eyelids growing heavy too.

When MC came back, she was met with the sight of Arthur slumped beside Isaac, as if he had fallen asleep in a sitting position and slid down until he was lying down with him. Their hands were intertwined in a death grip, and the other arm of the writer draped over Isaac’s body protectively. The physicist had his face buried on his boyfriend’s chest, and they were sleeping soundly, with peaceful expressions on their faces. She wished she had a camera to take a photo and keep it forever.

Placing the tray with their dinner on the coffee table, she padded her way to the bed. Doing her best not to shuffle too much and wake them up, she settled on Isaac’s back and placed her arm over them, trying to reach Arthur as well in the hug. With a content sigh, she closed her eyes. They could eat later.

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[eternalsams]

Let Me Go ➛ Arthur Morgan

pairing: arthur morgan x fem!reader

warning/content: bit of fluff, angst, rdr2 spoilers, high honor arthur, mention of death, tuberculosis, horses death (it's a fair warning), little bit of blood

summary: there is only one thing Arthur wants, get you somewhere safe, no matter what it costs.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: english isn't my first language, please take that into consideration. This is also my first time writing for Arthur, please be indulgent!

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Arthur didn't think he'd let himself fall in love a second time. The first time it happened, his heart had been broken as he was on one knee, proposing to Mary. He swore he'd never let any other woman sneak her way into his heart ever again, he would've done anything not to feel that tightening feeling in his chest if he ever got rejected once again. But Eliza happened, they met in a bar in the West. She was a cute waitress, he was still young and handsome. And he almost felt like he could fall in love with her when she gave him a son, he was ready to. He wanted to forget his own promise and be a real family with her and little Isaac. But it all ended way too soon when he stood in front of those two graves next to the cabin they thought they'd be safe in.

Years passed by and he couldn't look at any woman anymore, his heart broken, stained by grief and sorrow. And after the Blackwater disaster, he didn't even had the thought of seeking comfort in a woman's arms. So when Charles came back to camp with your curled up figure in his arms, he didn't pay much attention. Strauss was harassing him to collect some debts for the gang and meeting a new unfortunate soul brought back by Charles was not in his plans. But one night you came up to him and tried having a conversation with him. You spent hours talking with him, captivated by his low voice telling you all kind of stories about people he met, animals he'd seen.

And from the moment he started falling for you, he just couldn't stop. You were just so easy to be around, to talk to. He loved spending his late nights chatting with you close to the camp fire, telling you his exploits and you telling him the funny stories that happened at camp while he was away. The first night you spent together was the best one of Arthur's life if you'd ask him, simply holding you in his arms for hours, feeling your heart beating close to his.

But right now, the feeling of your heart beating close to him was everything but comforting. One of your arm were tight around his waist, trying not to squeeze the air out of his sick lungs. John was right ahead, his horse galloping through the trees to escape Dutch's madness and the Pinkertons. You tried your best to hold onto Arthur's rifle in your hand, sometimes letting him go to aim the barrel at the agents surprising you on your way as your lover rode his horse like his life depended on it. Except yours did too. His breathing was starting to grow heavy and loud, feeling like he had to spit the blood out of his lungs.

"Pinkertons on the left, they'll keep the others busy!" You heard John shout and looked to your left. You could hear Micah's voice behind you, insulting you and calling you traitors. "This way!" John indicated but before Arthur could do anything, you were both ejected from your horse, tumbling on the ground. Arthur was quick to make sure you were okay before taking his rifle from your hands and shooting the Pinkertons up the hill. You crawled your way to his horse and soothed him, murmuring sweet things to him as you watched him suffer in pain, blood spurting from his wounds. When all the agents were killed, Arthur came running back to you and gently caressed the horse's neck. "Come on, guys. Let's go." John called after you. You looked up at Arthur and could see fresh tears in his eyes as he watched his horse live his last minutes. "Gimme a second." Arthur asked and leaned over his horse, whispering a thank you to him.

You stood onto your feet with John's help and Arthur grabbed his hat before turning to the two of you. "What about the money? Abigail gave me the key." He asked before looking into your eyes. He once told you he'd get you a part of the Blackwater money and you'd get a ranch somewhere in the west, somewhere nice where the two of you would grow old and die happy. But now that he was sick and dying, you didn't really know if you could even get that ranch with him. "The money's not important, Arthur. Let's just get out of here and find some place safe to hide for a while." You tried to convince him, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. He wanted to give you that money, to you and John. He didn't need it but you did. John's family did. "If you want the money, you head down. I gotta go to my family." John said in turn, holding you upright in his arms.

Arthur looked at you and nodded before putting his hat on his head. "I'm coming with you. I'm gonna get you out of this bullshit if it's the last goddamn thing I do." He said to John before taking your hand in his and helping you walking up the hill. The three of you started running up the cliff as you started to hear new gunshots behind you. "Come on, sweetheart, up we go!" Arthur made you run in front of him, making sure you weren't forgotten behind. You quickly ran up John who also helped you not to fall but often looked over you shoulder to check if Arthur was still following. When you realized he was being too slow, you ran down to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. "Don't you worry about me, darling. Just keep running, I'm right behind you." He tried to push you off him. "I'm not leaving you alone, Arthur."

When you reached a high point on the cliff, Arthur pushed you down behind a rock before giving you his two pistols. Two customized Cattleman revolvers. On each handle were a buck and a doe carved. Arthur had them engraved after your first night together, saying you'd always be with him, and him with you. "Remember what I taught you?" Arthur asked you as you looked down at the pistols. "Both eyes open and hold your breath when pulling the trigger." You repeated what he always told you when you trained shooting with him. He smiled at you before taking his rifle from around his shoulder and firing at the Pinkertons with John. You sighed and checked if the guns were loaded before aiming at the Pinkertons, the three of you eliminating them one by one.

"We need to get outta here. Let's go!" John called as he started walking back. You shot another agent and joined John as Arthur tumbled on his knees, his breathing heavier by the minute. You took his hand in yours after you put the pistols back into Arthur's holsters. "Come on, Arthur. Stay with us." You hurried him as you pulled him with you. "You two go..." He breathed out, gently pushing your hand away. "No, Arthur. You're coming with us." You immediately said, refusing to even think about leaving without him. "Keep pushing, Arthur." John encouraged him. "No." He said before coughing more blood. You were about to pull a tissu from your satchel but he wiped his mouth with his hand. "I think I've pushed all I can. You two go." He straightened up and looked at you. "Go with John, sweetheart. Don't make this harder than it is."

"No. You're coming with us, Arthur Morgan. Don't even think I won't drag your heavy body with us." You walked up to him, frustration clear in your voice. That made Arthur chuckle then cough. He softly grabbed your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, lit by the moonlight. "I know you would, darling. That's why I need you to go with John and don't look back." He told you before sending a heavy look to his friend behind you. "No..." Your voice broke and you grabbed his wrists to pull his hands away from your face. "We ain't all gonna make it. And you know it." He tried to reason with you but you refused to listen to him. John came up behind you and grabbed your arm to pull you with him. You snatched your arm from his grip and ran up to Arthur, taking him into your arms. "Please come with us. Don't leave me alone." You cried, your tears rolling down your face and soaking his shirt collar. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. He pulled back and took his pistols out of his belt, handing them to you. "Keep them with you." You reached for them and looked at the carved doe on the first one. Arthur's finger brushing over the worn wooden handle. He then gave you the second one, where the beautiful buck was standing proud, forever engraved into the wood.

"It would mean a lot to me." He closed your hands around his guns before kissing your forehead. He then took off his hat and walked up to John, holding himself onto the younger man's shoulder. He placed his hat on John's head and smiled at him. "Keep her safe for me." He said in a low voice, but not low enough for you to miss it. "No!" You screamed and was about to reach for Arthur but John's arms wrapped around you, pulling you with him as you fought to join your lover. Arthur looked away, not able to watch your tears, and grabbed his rifle, loading it with the shells he kept in his bandolier. "I'll hold them off. Run and don't look back until you find somewhere safe to stay." He ordered, ignoring your cries. "Come on, lady." John tried to pull you with him but you fought with everything you got. "Please. There ain't no more time for talk." Arthur said, looking at you one last time, his eyes shining with tears.

Your knees gave away and if John wasn't holding you so tight, you would've fallen on your knees, scraping them on the rocks. Arthur simply looked at you, trying to memorize how your face looks like, even all red and puffy from crying, you were still the most beautiful woman he's ever laid his eyes on. "Arthur, please..." You pleaded, thinking this was just a bad dream, that your Arthur would never give up and leave you alone. "Go with John, darling." He said, not having the strength to hear your cries more longer. "Arthur!" You called after him. "Just go with him!" He shouted back at you before pausing. You tried not to take it personally and looked at him. "Promise me you'll come back to me." You murmured into the quiet night. The gunshots would eventually come back but right now, all you heard was the wild life. "I love you, darling. Now go." He only said. "Promise me, Arthur!" You tried to run to him but John started walking back, pulling you with him. "Go!" Arthur shouted at you as he noticed more Pinkertons running your way. John saw them too and pulled you harder as you cried in his arms to go to Arthur. "Come on, we gotta go."

"No! We can't leave him! John, please!" You cried out as he made you walk away from the love of your life. Eventually, you heard him shout at the Pinkertons and the gunshots started all over again. When John thought you wouldn't try and run to Arthur no more, he let go of you and only took your hand to run away with you. It was like your body was acting on its own, your brain not following the recent events. You lost the only thing close to a family, lost the sweetest creature you've ever met. You still remember when Arthur first helped you ride his stallion by yourself, you were so scared to do it on your own, the horse was enormous next to you. But he turned out to be the sweetest thing in the world, answering to your calls and keeping you safe when Arthur wasn't there for you. And now you just lost Arthur. Arthur.

It wasn't fair.

The moment John saw a man riding towards the two of you on his horse, he pulled his scarf over his face and took out his gun. "Sir, we need your horse. Right now." He pointed his gun at the man and helped you get onto the horse when the man got scared and tumbled down the saddle. John quickly mounted the horse and had you wrap your arms around him to secure you. He kicked the animal's rear and started riding away. "You okay back there?" He eventually asked you but all you could do was stare at the cliff where you left the man you loved. When you turned to John, you could see the sun rising on the horizon and hoped Arthur could watch it one last time.

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[oigimi]

. warm drinks .

. arthur x reader . 1k words . day 1 of 12 days of arthur .

I sighed and flopped down on the couch by the fireplace. A hard day’s work had gotten to me, and my body physically couldn’t support itself any longer. Cleaning after ten vampires was not for the faint of heart. I closed my eyes for a moment, not because I was particularly sleepy, moreso due to fatigue. My eyelids couldn’t remain up anymore, and as they got heavier, I started to succumb to the spell over me. Just a few more moments…

“Ah, there you are, bird,” a familiar voice chimed. I didn’t open my eyes, but my other senses quickly registered who it was: The mansion flirt and prolific mystery author Arthur Conan Doyle. I sat up and stretched, taking a sharp inhale. 

“What do you want?”

“What do I want? I don’t know if you’d like the true answer,” Arthur chuckled. “Well it’s quite late and we haven’t seen you in hours.”

I blinked. “What do you mean? It’s only nine o’clock.”

“I disagree. The clock does too,” Arthur mused, pointing to the clock on the wall.

“Jesus, it’s two-?! I didn’t even realize, I just wanted to rest for a sec.” I rubbed my head and stood up. “No wonder I’m aching so badly. Jeez, my back hurts so bad.”

Arthur laughed a little bit. “Poor thing. If you’d fallen asleep in my bed I think you would have had a much better time.” Satisfied with the pout on my face, he looked around the room. “Alright, alright. Come on, I know what’ll make you feel better.”

“Oh really? And what’s that gonna be? A full body massage or something?”

“Don’t give me ideas! No, you’ll like this.” He led me through the dark hallway, almost reaching for my hand at one point before remembering we knew where we were. I couldn’t help but smile. Arthur was a lot of things. He was flirty, he was smart, he was determined, he was sometimes annoying, but deep down inside, he had a heart too big for him to know what to do with it. I could tell how much he cared for the other residents. He teased Isaac because he liked spending time with him. He was always around Theo despite his rough exterior because he understood him like no one other than Vincent. He was grateful for Comte and Sebastian. He coated his true feelings in a thick layer of frivolousness, refusing to let anybody peel it back. That was why he was leading me down this hallway. That was why he cared enough to look for me. And that was why I needed to begin trying to peel as much as I could until I got to the center one day.

“Okay, tell the truth. What’s happening?”

“Nothing! Nothing. You’re so abrasive, love. Here.” He entered the kitchen and turned the lights on. “Let’s get you to bed soon, but first…” With a few swift motions, he got out some milk and dark chocolate out. “I figured you’d need something to drink.”

I once again blinked quickly, and felt a swift, sharp pang in my chest. He was making hot chocolate for me? Really…? I had completed my psychoanalysis earlier, but it was still hard to fathom someone like him doing something so nice for me specifically. A man treating me sweetly, who ever could’ve thought? “Ah… thank you. Here!” I got on my toes and opened the cabinet, grabbing two china cups and a shaker of nutmeg. “Let’s drink it out of these. And it tastes better when you add nutmeg than sugar, in my opinion.”

“Nutmeg? Alright then. Are you sure we should drink out of those? You’re pulling out all the stops for me, I’m flattered. I hardly see you and Sebas using them. They must be for special occasions. Do you consider this a special occasion, (Y/N)?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, really.” We heated up the chocolate and watched it boil. It wasn’t the only thing warming up; I felt my cheeks and ears slowly becoming pink as I became more aware of the intimacy of such a domestic situation. I turned my head to try and steal a glance at Arthur, who looked away from me. Apparently he was attempting to do the same. But why wasn’t he performing his usual schtick? 

“The chocolate is done,” he hummed, going to take it off the heat. Arthur poured it into the two cups, and added some warmed milk and nutmeg into both of them. “I hope you’re right about the nutmeg. I can’t say I’ve ever tried it with chocolate before.”

“Really? It seems so popular though!”

“Indeed it is, but I’m not a trend follower, am I?”

“Uh huh.” I laughed and sat down at the table, feeling some of the tension leave my body. “Alright, bottoms up.”

We each took a sip of the chocolate, and let out our own satisfied sounds in perfect sync. 

Arthur looked down at his cup and took another sip. “Mm, I daresay this is the best chocolate I’ve ever had. Perhaps it’s your nutmeg, perhaps it’s because you’re with me.”

“I might be able to say the same, really. Thanks, Arthur.”

“Oh? And why are you thanking me?” He rested his head on his hand, smiling a little bit. “For our time together?”

I nodded, huffing a little bit. “Yeah, I am! It means a lot to me, you know. Seeking me out so late and making something nice for me… It’s small but it really means something, you know. I think you’re a lot more genuine of a guy than you let on.”

He stared at me for a moment, a little stunned. “Well, if that’s how you feel.” Grinning again, he wrapped an arm around me and gently rested my head on his shoulder. I sighed again, this time, a little bit more peacefully. He smelled like fresh parchment and ink. I could’ve just basked in it forever, paired with his cologne and strong shoulders… My eyelids grew even heavier, and before I knew it I was asleep again.

Arthur kissed the top of my head, rubbing my side gently. “Goodnight…”

[art-of-love-and-war]

Hi!!! This is the first time I've EVER requested anything, so I'm super excited to be asking you. Would it be OK if I could have headcannons with some of the ikevamp boys? If you're comfortable with it, could I have Arthur, Comte, Isaac and Leonardo with and mc who has ADHD? I completely understand if you don't, feel free to completely ignore me. Thank youuu 😊😊😊❤❤❤

Characters: Arthur Conan Doyle | Comte De Saint Germain | Isaac Newton | Leonardo Da Vinci x GN!Reader  Rating: General.  Word count: 819 words  Warning/s: Reader has ADHD, mentions of procrastination, hyperfocus, not enough focus. Author note: Hello! Sorry this took so long, I’ve had this on my mind for a very long time, and I even thought about doing Isaac’s route to write him more accurately but work has been killing me so I didn't get to open the DSM-V collecting dust in my shelf for this one :c

[୨୧] — Arthur Conan Doyle

There are quite some things he can understand about your symptoms. The main thing being procrastinating. 

Listen, he is a writer, and he is not perfect, and there are moments where inspiration poofs out and he is forced to stop with his writer's block, or sometimes he feels stuck in a sentence and decides to do everything except finish his next chapter, so he can empathize when you go through periods where you keep pushing certain activities until the last minute.

He still worries about your well-being, even if he is not a doctor anymore; he is curious about the treatment you had back at your time and home. 

He is sweet and understanding, despite having some pet peeves, he does his best to understand how it's something that is part of you and can work with support. And he wants to be that support.

Arthur also finds relatable the moments where you are stuck with your hyper-focus periods, and you happen to do your and Sebastian’s chores for the day on your own, though he is hurt by you mostly ignoring him those awful days when he wants nothing but to pamper you.

[୨୧] — Comte De Saint Germain

He is a wonderful and understanding man.

I can imagine him having a lot of pet peeves with people getting distracted too easily or drifting off and, part of loving you is the imperfections you embrace of each other and, they make you perfect for him as anyone. 

He is careful of the periods where you either procrastinate too much or hyper-focus too much to not exhaust yourself with the chores you take or by making you overwhelmed by taking care of the mansion and its inhabitants. 

He will listen to your weekly obsession without trouble. Do you want to tell him about 30 crow facts you learned? Tell him. Did you find a new way to make Sebas flick your forehead? He frowns. Do you want to tell him about your comfort fanfic you know by heart because you can’t read it anymore? He will listen.

If you fidget too much, and if you ask, he will get someone from his multiple contacts to make a “replica” of the fidget toys you used to have back at home.

[୨୧] — Isaac Newton

I have been seriously thinking of this since I got this ask because it seems too funny even if I haven't read his route: Consider, you don’t shut up.

Isaac strikes me as the type who wants to study in peace and quiet.

So maybe your relationship is quite a bumpy ride at first. 

What amazes him is your capability of telling him about 100 things that interested you in the span of a single week.

Your conversations flow at random, so he would often be working on his stuff to suddenly be whisked away by you to tell him about that one thing you found out about hedgehogs for 3 hours. 

Sometimes you are the cause of some of his frustrations. Last month you started knitting? He found some yarn with a texture you like and bought it as a gift, thinking you could make something for yourself.

He came back to find your knitted sweater half done and forgotten, and now you are learning how to bake. 

And it is an ongoing cycle, but he finds a bit of happiness in you trying new things, as you often drag him along, which means spending more time together.

Maybe your relationship is the answer to what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

[୨୧] — Leonardo Da Vinci

ADHD? 

Avoid tasks? Hyperfocus? Not enough focus? This man is a master at all those (and at dozing off)

He doesn’t mind you procrastinating, he has been avoiding to clean up his room for the last century, so he can’t complain. 

Now, if you forget or get distracted about other things, now that’s a different story. Did you feed Lumiere in the evening and forgot to tell him, and then he fed him that same day, and now you have a chubby cat? 

That’s funny, but no. 

Aside from that, he doesn’t have trouble with your condition; he is still a loving man. He always is and has been when it comes to loving you. 

And he likes your energy and how you keep him awake, in a sense, always making him try new things together, like dancing! Which he is not the best at, but he doesn’t mind trying your interests. 

If you take an interest in one of his multiple areas of expertise he’d definitely teach you and not be bothered if you happen to drop your interest in the activity, in fact, he invites you to try other things.

Beware, he is a strict teacher, so he doesn’t want your attention wandering off too often.

He enjoys…, grounding you, lets say. 

[bicayaya]

Here are two edits that I did last year or the year before. I used em as lockscreens but since I am not using them as often now, I share

[azures-bazar]

Hiiiiii ! ❤️ I love your soft!Arthur one shots and was wondering if you could eventually write about female!reader comforting Arthur after a meltdown or something ! Like he had a very bad day or he just feels bad and cries and all but is too ashamed to show he's sad ! thx !!

Angel’s Tears 

Hey there anon, thank you for your request ! It means a lot &lt;3 I love writing sad stuff (don't ask why, it's my cup of tea), and soft/sad Arthur is a part of my fav subjects lol

I'm sorry if it took me so long, I got really busy with my job and my free time is mostly consisting in me resting while playing Cyberpunk 2077 lol. Having a new graphic card helps a lot.

I hope you'll like it despite these awful mistakes I've made !

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader 

Word count : 2.6k

Short summary : Arthur has been gone for three days and just came back after a dramatic set of events. You don’t want to leave him alone, so you’re taking him out for more privacy.

Warnings : mentions of torture and death

Tags : Chapter 3, Arthur is broken, angel tears, mentions of Isaac Morgan, you are Arthur’s treasure, soft boah, tears and kisses, some fluff, cute

It had been three days. Arthur had been gone for three days. This felt common for almost everyone around camp, but you genuinely thought he had been gone for weeks. You were used to have him wait for you by your tent every morning, sometimes passing his head between its flaps with a large smile. You loved being close to him when he was around camp, or when he was taking you to town. It was no secret for anyone that you had a little something for him, especially not to Mary-Beth. She had been quick to talk about this to Tilly, who told Karen, who then told Sean… who shouted about it all day long. That day, you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never come out of it. 

As far as you could recall, Arthur had spent his entire day blushing anytime your eyes would meet his. What a sweet thing you were, right here, probably loving him as much as he loved you ! Arthur was not good as talking about what he felt, but something you were sure about was the reciprocity of your feelings. You could easily tell he was sweet on you by the very beautiful look he was giving you, by his bright smile whenever he was seeing you after being gone for some time, by his overall attitude. What made him fall for you was the night you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder while listening to Javier’s ballads. He had carried you to your tent and did not let go all night long, appreciating the way you clung onto him, still leaving by the morning before anyone would spot him. 

His absence was noticeable, days felt rather dull whenever he was not waiting by your tent in the morning like he usually did. While you were on guard duty, you did your best to focus on the surroundings rather than think about him and feel this void surrounding you. You missed his embrace, his overall presence around camp. Even if Sean wanted to fill this emptiness by… forcing you into hugs you did not like, you counted each hour separating you from Arthur’s return, notting them on a paper in order to be more prepared for the next time. You knew he would most likely bring you something from his travels, or maybe not. You did not care, you just wanted him back at this point. 

"Guess who’s back !" Karen shouted from the camp’s entrance 

You were cleaning your riffle with Charles as you spotted Arthur coming back to camp. You calmly placed your riffle aside and approached him, noticing how pale Arthur was, how shocked he seemed to be, how much blood covered his shirt. He barely smiled at you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before taking a wad of cash from his satchel and moving straight to Dutch’s tent to give it to him before quickly heading to the water to wash himself before Ms. Grimshaw would force him to do so. As you watched him pass by Javier without saying a word, you understood he did not want to be bothered, leading you to swallow your desire for an embrace and head back to your riffle-cleaning. You knew Arthur did not like being bothered and wanted to give some space. 

"Looks like he's not alright." Charles noted, glancing at Arthur who was cleaning his shirt 

"I’ll let him cool down a bit." you answered, nervously rubbing your riffle’s trigger. "You know how he is when he’s not in the mood."

"Yes, but I guess you should do something anyway. Leaving Arthur like this ain’t a good idea, that’s for sure." 

You nodded at Charles' advice, taking a few more minutes to finish your chore before carefully walking to Arthur who was now sitting on his cot in a brand new shirt and a pair of clean trousers, staring into space without noticing you were actually standing right before him. You cleared your throat a little, not daring to touch him just yet. You knew how unpredictable Arthur’s reactions could be whenever he was lost in his thoughts and dragged back to reality, you had seen him slap Bill one day as he was just trying to catch his attention. 

"Excuse me, Arthur." you said 

Morgan gently turned his head to you, a sweet smile bloomed on his pale and haggard face. You felt something was wrong with him by the way his eyes spoke to you, filled with emptiness and melancholy. You had no idea about what Arthur had been up to, but the blood that was covering his him when he came back to camp made you supposed he got into a brawl, or maybe worse. Much worse. Arthur was a tough man, believing brawls were actually quite enjoyable when you had the advantage over the situation. You strongly believed something bad had happened. 

"I’m heading to town." you restarted, crossing your hands behind your back. "Would you like to join me ?" 

"I just came back to camp, Y/N." Arthur smirked. "I don’t think Dutch would allow that." 

"Don’t worry, he will allow you to spend some time with me at the saloon. C’mon, let’s go !"

"Errr… Fine."

Arthur rolled eyes and grumbled as he stood up. Since the day you got inducted into the gang, anyone could notice he could hardly say no to you. Your mesmerising eyes and adorable face never helped him. He would have brought you the moon on a silver plate if he could. He always found himself scrambling to make you happy, and could obviously not refuse leaving camp with you. Even if he had just come back from a three days long journey, he genuinely believed a moment with you could make him feel better instead of hiding his frustration, sadness and overall exhaustion behind his tent flaps. 

You quickly headed to Dutch to tell him you were taking his boy out to town. Surprisingly enough, Van der Linde agreed and even gave you enough money to spend on a room and a bath at the saloon. Dutch had seen Arthur’s overall mood when he gave him the money he had collected and had felt quite worried about him. Arthur’s empty eyes and tense expression had reminded him of the one he had years ago, following his return from Eliza’s house after finding out that she and his son Isaac were dead. He knew his boy would probably feel better with you as he was aware of your natural ease to work him. Dutch gave you some food as well, believing Arthur should be hungry after his travels. 

"Sure, sweet girl." Dutch told you. "Make sure not to get into trouble."

Unexpectedly, Arthur insisted on riding your horse, believing his one needed some rest as much as he himself did. He left them to Kieran’s care as he climbed on your silver Turkoman, helping you up and placing you before him. One of his hands rested on your waist as the other one carefully held onto the bridle, he led you out of the hideout.

"Let's go, m'lady." he told you

Your short journey to Rhodes was rather quiet as Arthur did not speak at all, making you feel awkward, if not even uncomfortable. At the saloon, you quickly ordered some food at the counter while renting a room and a bath before heading straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind you. 

"What happened, Arthur ?" you asked 

"Some shit." Morgan responded without meeting your eyes, taking his boots off. "Nothing to worry ‘bout." 

"You were covered in blood, Arthur. I know you’re tough, but that look on your face… what happened ?" 

Arthur looked up and bit his lower lip, calmly breathing before sitting down. You approached him and sat beside him, placing your hand on his back. It made him shiver, any time you touched him felt like a treasure for Arthur. He sighed, understanding he could not get away with it, believing talking to you would make things better. 

"While I was ridin’ in Roanoke, spotted some Murfrees torturing a couple of hostages." he whispered. "Poor feller had his four limbs broken, I guess. His wife died before me. I tried stopping them, and then I spotted a lil’ boy nearby… heard his pa’ saying « Alexander », I guess that was his name."

Tears started streaming down his cheeks as soon as he mentioned the presence of the child. You kept listening to him, being somewhat aware that the worst had happened to this poor family. Judging by Arthur’s attitude and sudden sadness, you could easily guess about their demise. You had known about Arthur’s son during a random talk you had with him, you could only imagine how terrible it must have been for him to witness the Murfree’s torture on a family. 

"As I tried killin’ these damn Murfrees, one of them got out and took the child as the feller died beggin' me to find his son." Arthur hiccuped. "I tried runnin’ after them… looked for the kid for hours. Found his body at the bottom of a hill." 

Arthur quickly rubbed his eyes while bitting his lower lip. His hands clung onto his legs as you ran your fingers across his back. Witnessing the body of a child deeply broke him as he transposed the image of Isaac on him. On a boy who would have been about his son’s age by his death. 

"I could have done somethin’, Y/N…" he grumbled, turning his head to you. "I could've done somethin’… if only I had been here earlier… m-maybe…"

"You couldn’t have done anything." 

"I… I could have…"

"It’s alright, Arthur. It’s alright." 

You were heartbroken after hearing his distraught, his pain. There were no words to describe how bad you felt when you met his devastated gaze, tears streaming on his reddish cheeks, his wobbling lower lip. Your hand made its way through his hair, you played with it as Arthur buried his head against your shoulder. You passed your hand on his cheek, causing him to catch it while crying. It made you shiver a little, but you did not mind. In fact, you appreciated his complete trust, knowing he would have never spoken this way to anyone else but you. 

"I'm sorry, darlin'." Arthur sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

He wanted to feel your touch, he needed it. He needed you more than anything at this moment, and no words came out of his mouth to express his pain. He firmly held your hand on his cheek, letting out a few sobs as you carefully kissed the top of his head. Your other hand made its way to his shoulder, you left your thumbs rub it without bothering about what was surrounding you. Nothing else mattered but Arthur, nothing else. 

Poor man sobbed for long minutes while you kissed his temple at times, watching the sun go down through your window. You did not dare saying a word, believing it would break Arthur into pieces. Just a word and your favourite cowboy would probably collapse into your embrace, so you remained silent and allowed him to cry on your shoulder, rocking him back and forth at some point before he slowly moved away from, looking into your eyes with a soft smile. 

"Thank you, sweetheart." he whispered 

"Don’t thank me." you smiled. "I couldn’t leave you like that." 

"You’re a real treasure, you know that ?" 

You shrugged a little, your smile got wider. Arthur had told you a few times that your sole existence was one of his biggest treasures. He could not describe how safe he felt with you, how much your smile could make all the troubles go away in a mere second. You were one of the last pillars of his life, and he was quick to show it whenever you were with him. From embraces to two or three quick kisses on your lips, Arthur knew how to make you feel special.

As you were about to kiss his forehead one more time, Arthur quickly rose to change your target. Your lips landed on his instead, causing you to blush as he gently opened his mouth to make it last longer. You calmly took his face between your hands, keeping his head close to yours for a short while until moving back a little. Your bright smile made him blush, despite his darker shade was hard to notice due to the overall lightning in the room. 

"Yeah, you’re a treasure." Arthur said. "My beautiful treasure." 

"You’re going to make me blush." you chuckled 

"I’d love to, girl. I’d love to." 

The two of you talked for a long while up until a prostitute brought you some food on a plate, carefully placing it on your bedside table. Instead of allowing Arthur to take care of you as he usually did, you believed Morgan needed some rest and that you had to pay him back. You ate with him, listened to him talk about his discoveries, about these wild animals he had the opportunity to draw, about the overall strange ambiance he felt while travelling around Roanoke Ridge, being thankful the gang didn't settle there. He had brought you a beautiful emerald he had found somewhere near an old house, hidden in a crate. 

"It ain’t much, but I really thought you’d like it." he smiled. "I wanted to go to a jeweller and make a ring out of it, but ain’t got no time."

"It’s amazing, Arthur !" you praised him. "It’s a god damn emerald ! Of course I love it !"

"Just… don’t tell Dutch I gave you an emerald, right ? He'll get mad."

"I won’t tell anyone."

You watched Arthur eat his whole plate of fried fish so fast that you barely had time to start eating yours. You felt lucky Dutch had given you some more food, Arthur was hungry. He ate some bread, some of your vegetables and the two apples you had brought with you. Then, you dragged him to the bathroom, carefully undressing him as he looked at you with wide opened eyes. You had never seen him naked before, but did not care at all. In fact, it was even pleasant to see !

"Get in there so I can wash you." you said, placing your hands on your hips

"I ain’t a child, Y/N." Arthur said as he sat down in the bathtub 

"You sure ain’t. Just relax and lemme help you." 

Arthur shrugged as you started massaging his broad shoulders. He loudly moaned as you reached his neck, he absolutely adored having you press your hands on it. As far as he could remember, Arthur had always loved taking care of you. He loved staying by your bed when something was wrong or when you felt bad, he had helped you bathe following Blackwater’s botched heist to which you had participated and were traumatised for days. Arthur loved having you under his watch, having you doing the same for him was unusual, but worth it. He could breathe, he could forget.

It took him a few minutes to doze off. His soft snore made you smile as you dried your hands, sitting by the bathtub to look at him. What a handsome feller you had here ! His long eyelashes were quick to make many women jealous of him, it gave him a rather angelic look. Who would have thought that this tall and brawny man, his face wet with all these angel’s tears which had streamed on his cheeks, was an outlaw ? A man who had killed people, who had beaten some of them up ? Who would have thought that a man with such puppy eyes had blood on his hands ? 

"Ain’t you a handsome man…" you smiled 

The lack of response from Arthur’s part was no surprise. You watched him sleep, surrounded with this faint steam and soap bubbles, his eyes moving beneath his eyelids. You could not help but smile at this beautiful sight, you adored it. It was worth it, having Arthur rest like this was worth it. You knew he deserved it, you genuinely wanted him to be alright. And, that night, your presence healed his poor soul. You were everything for him, a reason to keep going.

You were his treasure. 

[ikesenwritings]

The Seasons and Love Languages

[Isaac x fem!Reader] + mansion residents

<< Winter + Words of Affirmation >>

“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.

“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”

“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”

The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.

“Why have we stopped?”

She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.

Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.

“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”

“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.

She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.

“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”

“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”

They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.

“Newt, ol’ boy!”

“Isaac, you made it!”

“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”

“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”

“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”

“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”

“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”

“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.

“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”

“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.

Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.

Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.

Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.

He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.

“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.

“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.

A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.

“I love you,” she said.

“Where is this coming from?”

He couldn’t help but ask.

“From me.”

Simple. Simple and so freely given.

‘I love you.’

“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”

And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.

-

A/N

The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!

[lambergeier]

2022 book post FINALLY

this post is six weeks late because, frankly, i was on my honeymoon over new years and its hard to get up the will to type all this shit when everyone has already posted their book lists ages ago!! but also i read a lot of good books last year and wish to gloat, so here we are. italics are rereads, bold are my favorites, asterisks denote not-prose, and reviews are interspersed throughout as i felt like it:

January

No One is Talking About This - Patricia Lockwood (this book made me cry so hard lmao. first part is a sickeningly true-to-life depiction of Being A Blue Check Person and then the second part makes you cry so bad.)

Sorrowland - Rivers Solomon (what the fuck happened to the last third of this book? what shit-ass x-men knock-off did it come from?)

What Soldiers Do: Sex and the American GI in World War II France - Mary Louise Roberts (got on a whole ww2 history kick because, gotta be real, i watched all of band of brothers during winter break 2021-2022 and developed a bug up my ass. pulled this off the shelf at the library on a whim and it was STUNNING. excellently, thoroughly told history of sex, venereal disease, and race among american GIs in normany following the invasion. would read anything roberts now.)

How to Blow Up a Pipeline - Andreas Malm

Hello, Sailor: The hidden history of gay life at sea - Paul Baker and Jo Stanley

Coming Out Under Fire: The History of Gay Men and Women in World War II - Allan Berube (another excellent ww2 book, frequently quoted on this site and for good reason. not written by a historian, so incredibly easy and engaging to read, that presents you with just this amazing overview of how modern american queer identity was totally, inextricably shaped by the us military and the experience of being part of it or even just near it lmao)

February

Possession - A.S. Byatt (really really lovely romance that was such a consistent pleasure to read that i got to the end basically unable to remember favorite lines or even scenes i was just like mmmmmmmm. book good.)

Uncanny Valley - Anna Wiener

Howl’s Moving Castle - Diana Wynne Jones

The Verge: Reformation, Renaissance, and Forty Years that Shook the World - Patrick Wyman (this book sucked ass we gotta stop giving podcasters history books)

Watership Down - Richard Adams (so fucked up. loved this. love that we give this to children to read.)

Dead Collections - Isaac Fellman

March

The Hidden Palace - Helene Wecker (much better than its prequel, imho! resolved many pacing issues but lost no heart!)

The Vanishing Half - Britt Bennet (part of the reason i managed to read so much this year is that i had to drive a lot for work and started putting audiobooks on in the car, having never been an audiobook person before. i listened almost entirely to contemporary litfic this way, a genre i also had not previously engage with, and this was both a fascinating entry into an entire other world of books and also kinda boring sometimes lmao. vanishing half was good, certainly better than some of the other stuff i ended up listening to, but still not something i would have finished if i weren't in the car)

The Reformation - Patrick Collinson (this bitch was so funny his preface to the book was 'i didn't list any sources because i've been teaching this topic for 60 years. the source is Me.' anyways almost totally unreadable but did provide me some good context on the counter-reformation, which i want to learn more about.)

Fleischman is in Trouble - Taffy Brodesser-Akner

Home Baked - Alia Volz (soooooo good all bay area homies please read this)

River of Stars - Vanessa Hua

April

Light from Uncommon Stars - Ryka Aoki (INSANE BOOK. SO FUN.)

*Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller

Book of Dust - Phillip Pullman

Gold Diggers - Sanjena Sathian

*Angels in America - Tony Kushner (disconnected me from reality for like 24 straight hours. scared to reread it.)

Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen (read this in high school and hated it because i was a DUMB TEENAGER!! THIS BOOK IS SO FUNNY!!)

Good Omens - Terry Pratchett

Fifth Elephant - Terry Pratchett

May

Mexican Gothic - Silvia Moreno-Garcia (strongly eh.)

Oh the Glory of it All - Sean Wilsey (loved it but feels impossible to recommend.)

Magic for Liars - Sarah Gailey

Foundation - Isaac Asimov (absolutely fascinating as like, a history of the genre thing, even if i only "enjoyed" reading the first two or three stories lol. also, HE COULDN'T PREDICT FIAT CURRENCY?? ACTUAL PLOT POINT THAT THERE AREN'T ENOUGH METALS ON THE PLANET TO MINT COINS???? reader i lost my mind.)

June

All the Pretty Horses - Cormac McCarthy (all the pretty horses my insane high school problematic fave. i will never read the sequels)

Have His Carcase - Dorothy L. Sayers

The Power - Naomi Alderman (as i said on private twitter after rereading, this book makes me sick to my stomach not because of the gender shit, which is like, i know what the book's about that's what it's about it's not gonna be a different book, but christ it's so bleak. love an oral history style but i gave my copy away once i finished lmao.)

Murder Must Advertise - Dorothy L. Sayers

July

Such a Fun Age - Kiley Reid (great audiobook narrator, and a very funny book)

Several People are Typing - Calvin Kasulke (PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS AUDIOBOOK THEY HIRED A FULL RADIO-PLAY STYLE CAST AND SURE THE ACTUAL STORY DOESN'T STICK THE LANDING BUT IT'S SO FUNNY. i finished it on my own and immediately put it back on for emma to enjoy. so good.)

They Were Her Property: White Women as Slave Owners in the American South - Stephanie Jones-Rogers

Hawk Mountain - Conner Habib (oughhhhouguhughuhghh the dread. great book. wretched creeping horror. queer, if that matters. gives you the Dread.)

There, There - Tommy Orange

August

If an Egyptian Can’t Speak English - Noor Naga (experimental fiction, i listened to it on audiobook and actually missed a lot of what it was doing in print but still incredibly good. absolute sucker punch of an ending.)

The Loneliest Americans - Jay Caspian King

Encounters at the Heart of the World: A History of the Mandan People - Elizabeth Fenn (great clear thorough history of the mandan nation of the upper missouri river, really enjoyed this.)

An Immense World: How Animal Senses Reveal the Hidden Realms Around Us - Ed Yong (ed yong is the best science writer working today and this book was tremendous. i quoted like every other line of it to emma and she still went and borrowed it as soon as i was done. we immediately bought a copy for the house.)

Sheer Misery: Soldiers in Battle in WWII - Mary Louise Roberts

September

Black Sun - Rebecca Roanhorse (damn so much modern sff is bad)

I Contain Multitudes: The Microbes Within Us and a Grander View of Life - Ed Yong (not as good as the animal book but still VERY good)

Dark Rise - C.S. Pacat (unfuckingreadable. a masterclass of incoherent bullshit)

Nona the Ninth - taz lol (this should not have been its own book.)

*Ducks - Kate Beaton (cannot recommend highly enough. intense subject matter, also made me cry many times, but holy shit ms beaton you killed it with this one)

Unreleased Friend Book that I Love So Bad (soon!!)

Normal People - Sally Rooney

October

Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger (another book i haven't reread since high school holden ilu. you are my little problems boy)

Pachinko - Min Jin Lee (read it all in one day while on various airplanes. what a BOOK)

Half of a Yellow Sun - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Foundation - Mercedes Lackey (thus begins the valdemar stage of the year)

My Year of Rest and Relaxation - Ottessa Moshfegh (uh. would not recommend.)

November

Devil House - John Darnielle (ur crazy for this one mr mountain goats. still don't know if it was good or bad lol.)

Arrows of the Queen - Mercedes Lackey

Arrows Flight - Mercedes Lackey

Arrows Fall - Mercedes Lackey

Magic’s Pawn - Mercedes Lackey (vanyel i love you)

December

Magic’s Promise - Mercedes Lackey (vanyel i'm obsessed with you)

Empire of Wild - Cherie Dimaline

Magic’s Price - Mercedes Lackey (oh misty we did NOT stick the landing here. rip to vanyel.)

Winter Counts - David Heska Wanbli Weiden

Neuromancer - William Gibson (loved so many individual sentences and, like foundation, a very interesting work for understanding the history of the genre. however in many ways, totally incomprehensible.)

total books: 66!!! nice work, me! really enjoyed how much i read in 2022 and how generally varied it was and after a long while of not reading too much at all, it's been very nice being back in the swing of it. also god non-fiction is so good. i can't read it particularly fast but every time i read a good one i enjoy it so immensely. look forward to reading more of it this year!!!

AND, FINALLY, A SHOUT OUT TO THE WORST DNF OF 2022:

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab sucks shit.

[bicayaya]

FANG OMG THAT WAS SO SWEET 😭😭

Ikemen Vampire - Isaac x Arthur x Reader - Triadverse AU

Words: 625

Summary: Once upon a time, the three of you had been wandering stars, Isaac the most lost of them all. But you found your place in the sky by each other’s sides. A happy constellation formed on bonds of love. And it grew, and now it was changing.

Written for May's Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Stars from @polyamships

Not the fic I expected to write, but the fic that came out. Sometimes I think I give myself too little time to write, but I'm afraid if I don't I'll just start tearing it appart or throwing it away and restarting, again and again. That's what happened with this one.

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“Isaac?”

He almost jumped at the sound of your voice, finally tearing his attention from the telescope and the mystery on the other side of the lens.

“When you offered to come get Julia, we didn’t expect you to just take her place.” Arthur laughed.

Despite the words of complaint, Isaac was surprised to find himself wrapped in a thicker blanket, sandwiched between you and Arthur.

“She found something interesting. It is bright like a star but moves like a comet. I never saw something like that.”

A smoking mug was thrust before him, keeping him focused on Earth and his partners.

It was a mixture of hot chocolate and coffee that Arthur had taken a liking to. His with less coffee and a bit more cream than the original recipe you made for Arthur. But although each of you drank it slightly different, it had become your triad’s drink.

Isaac took a long sip, while you and Arthur snuggled closer to him, drinking from your own cups.

“It might be a lost star, trying to find her own constellation.” Arthur suggested.

“I’m serious, Arthur.” Isaac protested.

“Me too, luv. Just like you found us. Don’t you think our family is just like a constellation?”

Maybe, in a very simple way, every triad was. They were individual stars, connected into a group. But they would always be just a triangle. Unless you counted the kids, who would grow to form their own triads, connecting their parents’ ones in a vast network.

“I think we would be more of a galaxy. A constellation soon to be linked to others.”

“Soon?” You turned to face him. “Do you think it will be that soon?”

“Before she went to bed, we were talking about the star, and about Giovanna, since she saw it first. I don’t know when their relationship changed, but even I realized it did.”

“And we already know they’re both quite fond of Vincent. It’s not that surprising.” You laughed.

“Just… early.” Isaac added, nodding.

“We’ll just have to watch over our little star for a little longer.” Arthur also turned to look at him.

“So are you really that okay with it?” Isaac asked him.

“Of course I am. She is old enough to make her own decisions.”

But Isaac could see Arthur wasn’t as cool with it as he wanted you two to believe. He had a discreet frown and a slight pout, not as happy that one of his little girls was growing up and falling in love.

And Isaac chuckled, before kissing his husband. He always loved these more insecure reactions from Arthur.

For once, he wasn’t the one anxious or worried. In fact, Isaac felt quite confident that they had raised her well, and happy she found love like that. He trusted her judgment.

“They will be fine. Julia is smart like her father.”

“Like both her fathers.” You added, kissing his cheek.

“You are pretty smart yourself, luv.” Isaac could feel Arthur holding your hand behind his back, as both you and him rested your heads on his shoulders. “And kind. And she took a lot after you too.”

At first, Isaac was unsure of how the children of your surprising family would turn out. Once upon a time, the three of you had been wandering stars too, and he was the most lost of them all. Isaac expected to be alone, and definitely didn’t expect to be a part of the same constellation as Arthur.

But you found your place in the sky by each other’s sides. And he was happy that his oldest daughter was finding her place, her own family, and the love he never thought he would have, but found in the two of you.

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November and December Polyam Shipping Day roundup

Hi everyone - it’s been a hectic past few months dealing with the end of the year. IRL issues and holly poly have kept us very busy, but here is the roundup for November and December for Polyam Shipping Day.

We had one work for the month of November and six works across six fandoms in December. All are linked below:

Ikemen Vampire: First Celebration Plans (fanfic) by @fang-and-feather (arthur conan doyle x isaac newton x original character)

The Hotel (Podcast): Calendar (fanfic) by zombified_queer (the auditor x the bellhop x the concierge)

Barbie (2023): Untitled (headcanon) by @merryfortune (barbie x gloria x gloria's husband)

Deus Ex: Untitled (fanfic) by @kleiner-ghost (alex jacobson x jc denton x jock)

Genshin Impact: Stolen Hours (fanfic) by @dandelion-wings (eula x jean x lisa)

Ikemen Vampire: Written With Love (fanfic) by @fang-and-feather (arthur conan doyle x isaac newton x reader)

How to train your dragon/Rise of the guardians: Untitled (graphics/headcanon) by @big4andfriends (astrid x hiccup horrendous haddock iii x jack frost)

Thanks to everyone who took part in November and December!

Gentle reminder that if you want your fanwork to be included in the roundup it needs to either be submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official ao3 collection, and if not uploaded on the day in question let us know what prompt it’s for. And if we’ve missed any items please send us a note and let us know.

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[shookspearewrites]

There’s this romantic myth that wherever you have beauty marks are your soulmate’s favourite places/s to kiss you in your past lives so, I wanted to write that for myself with some of  my fave ikevamp boys (since i have loads of beauty marks)!

Warning:  le Comte’s story in this post has a mention of partial nudity. Please do not read if you could be uncomfortable with such content. 

- JJ x

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Arthur Conan Doyle, (Knee):

“Ah, luv, wait!” Arthur caught MC’s hand in his own as she turned to leave, a sweet smile on his lips as their eyes met, “Your shoelace in untied, my sweet.” The author knelt in front of his lover, smiling softly as he carefully retied the loose lace of her heeled boot, “What am I going to do with you?” Arthur chuckled, his warm hand gently holding on to MC’s lithe calf muscle before he craned his head forward to place a gentle kiss against her knee and then another, “Oh, what’s this?” Arthur quickly untied the lace of his girlfriend’s other boot, a cheeky grin plastered all over his face, “Let me do that up for you, princess.” And he repeated the steps of tying up her shoe and sweetly kissing her knee, smiling lovingly all the while. The vampire rose to his feet, and gazed at MC lovingly, “Hurry back, now. I don’t want you to go too long missing me.”

Isaac Newton, (Shoulder blade):

Isaac rubbed his eyes with confusion; It was the middle of the night, why wasn’t MC by his side and sleeping soundly? The brilliant physicist got out of bed and wandered about the halls of the vast Parisian mansion in search of his beloved until he found her in the library, sleeping with her head resting on her folded arms. Isaac looked down at her, his expression puzzled until he noticed her open diary which had within words of her adoration for him and his face relaxed and softened. “MC?” The vampire whispered to his girlfriend gently, craning his head downward until his lips met her shoulder blade, kissing her twice, not wanting to shock her into waking up, “Come back to bed, darling. You’ll be far more comfortable there ... w-with me.” Isaac scooped MC up into his surprisingly strong arms, smiling down at her as she cuddled against his warm chest, “Don’t you worry, I promise I’ll cuddle you when we get there.”

William Shakespeare, (Wrist):

The music of delicate violins and rich cellos sung through the warm summer air as William held MC in his arms ever so tenderly, his eyes gentle and soft when they met her own. The pair danced for what could have been hours without a care for the rest of the world, so swept up in their perfectly romantic eventide, “Thou art purely enchanting, bluebird of mine.” William squeezed MC’s hand softly as the music shifted from one song to the next, the next tune one he knew well, “ ‘Tis Chopin’s music, to be sure.” The poet let go of his fiancée's hand only to clasp her wrist carefully and bring it up to his lips, kissing her skin before piercing it with one fang, grinning with satisfaction at MC’s beautiful pink blush as he lapped at her blood and kissed the puncture wound he had made on her wrist, “If music be the food of love, play on.”

le Comte de Saint-Germain, (Directly over heart):

“Good morning, ma chérie,” le Comte smiled warmly at MC as she woke up slowly, blinking the sleep from her eyes and snuggling closer to her husband who chuckled softly, “Aren’t you such a sweet little thing?” The nobleman cupped his left hand around the back of MC’s head and stroked her hair gently, as if she were the most delicate thing on Earth - They stayed there for a while, just enjoying the bliss of married life. Comte reluctantly rose from the bed, frowning slightly down at his wife when he noticed that the strap of her silk nightgown had torn, exposing her left breast, “Oh dear,” he mumbled, taking the strap between his fingers and bowing his head to place kiss after soft kiss upon her skin, right over her heart, “At least now I have an excuse to buy you more pretty nightdresses.”

[bicayaya]

🥹🥹🥹

Arthur & Isaac: relationship headcanons

Tags: sfw; relationship interactions; first kisses.

Notes: just some random thoughts about my lovely couple :3 It got longer than I anticipated, HIASUEHAS

♡ It’s hard to pinpoint who fell first and who fell harder. Arthur was the one to try getting closer, but he wasn’t really sure if it was that type of love. 

♡ Arthur loves PDA, while Isaac wants to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself. The writer knows how shy his boyfriend can be and he tries to play it cool, but his teasing side usually wins.

♡ They always hold hands when walking around the mansion or secluded places. If they go to town, they don’t always do it, but they’re always glued side by side. Sometimes Arthur throws his arm around Isaac’s shoulder in the most nonchalant way he can — and it’s only a coincidence that it always happens when someone tries to flirt with Isaac, and the physicist stutters while looking at Arthur, pleading for a rescue, okay?

♡ Lots of kisses. When they wake up, when they say goodnight, when Isaac leaves the mansion for work, when Arthur goes to meet his editor in town, and even when they’re still inside the mansion but need to go to separate rooms to concentrate on work — although they often end up getting distracted by each other and falling back into each other’s arms.There are always kisses, and they’re always deep and full of love.

♡ They used to kiss in front of the other residents too. Correction: Arthur used to pull Isaac in for a kiss at any time of the day, whether they were alone in the bedroom or in the middle of a banquet with everyone in the dining room. Mozart always rolled his eyes, Napoleon smirked, Theo teased and complained they were tainting his brother, Vincent said they were adorable together, and Jean pretended he wasn’t seeing a thing because he thought those things were supposed to be done only when alone. Despite the reactions, Arthur would continue to pull Isaac closer for a kiss. They only stopped when Isaac agreed with Jean, suggesting they should keep the PDA to a minimum.

♡ (Arthur still tries to steal kisses in hidden corners though. Spoiler alert: they’re not so hidden, and Isaac knows exactly what he’s trying to do.)

♡ Their first kiss was while stargazing. Isaac had set up the telescope in the garden and was stargazing and taking notes when Arthur arrived. The writer came with the excuse of bringing him coffee and a blanket for the cold night. And after all those months of flirting (in the form of bantering), exchanging meaningful glances, and making Isaac a blushing mess, Arthur finally grabbed him by the lapels and crushed their lips together. It was eager, messy, loving, gentle, and awkward. Exactly like them.

♡ Isaac can fluster Arthur as much as Arthur can fluster him. Once, Isaac gave him a drawing of the position of the stars. Arthur already thought they were pretty, but then Isaac (God bless his soul, he was blushing the most furiously he’d ever seen) told him it was the alignment of the stars from the night they first kissed. The physicist had never seen his boyfriend speechless for so long.

♡ Isaac is an ‘acts of service’ lover, while Arthur is ‘words of affirmation’, but they make it work really well for both. Isaac will tidy Arthur’s room when he’s too busy, open the windows, and bring him coffee and fudge. He also tries to learn how to voice his feelings more. Arthur, on the other hand, will try to understand all those formulas and physics rambles, and offer praise for how smart Isaac is and what a good teacher he is becoming. He will also express gratitude for every little thing Isaac does for him.

♡ They both enjoy quality time as well, so sometimes they simply sit side by side and work in silence, holding hands.

♡ They have matching piercings as their commitment rings, and I will die on this hill. Arthur pierced Isaac’s ear for him.

♡ In a Modern AU, they also wear matching nail polish.

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[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Gift of Love

Gift of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Comte de Saint Germain x OC (Julie Pureblood Vampire)

Prompt: December 7 th - You are the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight

Part of 'Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge, hosted by @voltage-vixen

Tag: Christmas Smut First Time Insecurity Fluff Spoiler Comte name Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 2.978

Author's Note: Love lead her to think of a particular gift to please her husband yet her insecurity get in the way of it all threatening to spoil everything but his lover know just the right way to make her forget about it showing the depth of his unbounded love to her determined to sweep away all her doubts with the sheer strenght of his passion. 🥰

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@fang-and-feather @moonstruckmelancholic

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty

@ike-garden2024 @jollibeeshappiness @starzyquee              

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You can find me on AO3  as QueenJuliet 😊 Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it.😊

Everything was set up for Christmas, the festive mood settled down since morning when each resident feverishly helped around as they could, adding the last touch to the already luxuriously decorated mansion to the point it looked like a village out from one of the big snow globes decorating the tables.

Dinner was what everyone looked out for, spectacular as ever kept them in awe at the mere thought as they impatiently loitered their time away till the hour came, reading and chatting in the library, long was the wait but worth each second of it.

The usual dining room was now looking like a candy cane, decorated on each wall with colored light, lacy doilies on every surface as well as hand painted glasses, many dishes spread on the heavily embroidered candid table coming from different times and places like them, heartily compliments feel from each lip both to the chef and his sous chef, the wife of Le Comte herself that kept sending glances to his fresh husband looking up at her adoringly all through dinner, not going unnoticed by the other that knew better than to speak up their mind not wanting a taste of his punishment.

After tidying up the dinner hall Sebastian and Julie gathered in the parlor along the others, where even Jean and Mozart were currently trying their best to socialize with the Van Gogh brothers, through some sort of similarities Mozart found Theo particularly interesting while attracted to the difference was Jean to Vincent, wandering around the billiard table were currently Leonardo teaching Napoleon how to play while Sebastian watched notebook in hand to learn, even Dazai was not causing mess like usual but having a not so confuse discussion with Arthur and Isaac.

Each one was enjoying themselves happily but one, the owner of the mansion himself had long left the room looking for his bride that slipped unnoticed a bit after dinner, imagining she had felt tired and retired in their now shared bedroom with confident striders he walked through the hallways directed there, knocking delicately slowly he opened the door looking inside tentatively, sitting in his armchair she was reading a book waiting for him, as soon as her eyes meet his she smiled tenderly he closed the door behind his back reaching for her afterwards, standing up on her tiptoes she kissed him on the cheek his lips soon found hers in a sweet tender kiss, few moments after pulling away slowly she leaned her back to the wall looking up shyly at him.

“ What I will give you will clearly be not enough to thank you for everything but here I am.” She chuckled her gaze slide to a side she gulped, fighting her insecurities she managed to collect enough courage to look back into his eyes

“ Probably this is the cheapest gift you have ever received ” her eyes lowering down

“ and you can even return it, but first please gave it a try. ” She looked up again smiling shyly taking off her dressing gown showing a cute satin nightgown ending up under her knees, slightly disheveled he catched a glimpse of more lacy and spicy undergamets she put on for him.

Slowly he reached for her taking her face in his hands and looking into her eyes he whispered

“ All your presents were beautiful indeed to say at least but nothing compare to your beauty. ” A dreamy sigh from his lips he raised her hands to his lips kissing them reverently.

“ What did I do to deserve such gorgeous girl ? You are absolutely stunning ma chérie.” Tenderly he kissed her forehead

“ You are the best gift I have ever received my dear, you are priceless for me.” She looked back stunned

“ Do you liked it? ” He shook his head “ No… I adore it and if you do not believe me…” He sussurrated in her ear

“ You leave me no choice but show you how much I love it all night.” Slowly he slipped the nightgown off, trailing his lips from her neck to her shoulder gently scraping his fangs over it, savoring in advance the sweet taste of her blood in his mouth when he would have bitten her, being a pureblood her taste to him should have been bitter, but he already felt how sugary her scent was.

He leaned to whisper into her ear.

“ You are the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight.” His voice was husky with lust and need, his eyes a golden pool she wanted to fall into, behind his gentleman facade laid a wolf she yearned to be devoured by, a sigh slip off her lips at the thought of being claimed by him, feeling his lips trail kisses along her neck and onto her shoulder meanwhile his hand landed on her hips, arching her back under him pressing her soft breast into his chest he growled lightly feeling a beast inside him awake.

Slowly he pulled away to admire her eliciting a soft whimper of dissatisfaction, she was so cute all wrapped up in a silky champagne négligée he quickly discarded letting it fell on the floor admiring her curves hugged perfectly by a lacy beige lingerie, she looked at him through her eyelashes biting her bottom lip, her raven locks contrasting with her pale skin harmoniously blend with the slightly darker tone of the undergarments, her silvery eyes gleaming hopefully wide and innocent at him, a sweet smile on her lips, her cheek flushed with embarrassment she looked so innocent yet tempting in a word absolutely scrumptious, a familiar sensation begin to arise in him warming him up with what she was doing for him, the sensation of being loved so completely make him melt inside and that night he would have proved her how much he loved her in return.

Reaching for her again he planted a soft kiss on her forehead lifting her face to look into her eyes, searching a confirm she did not shied away from giving him staring back at him, determination yet insecurity flickered in her gaze and he kissed her tenderly trying to chase her fears away, he sighed softly as his pants become unbearably tight on his crotch he felt throbbing painfully begging to be inside her, a moan escaped her lips feeling his arousal against her legs, unconsciously she pushed her hips against his eliciting a groan from him.

His lips still on hers their tongue melting while his hands roamed on her body, one caressing his way her breasts gently palming and massaging her swollen nipples hearing her moans muffled by his lips, the other crawled from her side to her tummy, out of breath they pulled away in the meanwhile his hand arrived to her hips gingerly crawling down going to massage her core from above her panties, she slumped on his shoulder mewling softly at the feeling of him sliding subtly under her underwear desperate for more fiction she pushed her hips against his fingers circling her clit, looking for more he crawled inside her a groan escaped him at her warm tight walls him sucking his digits engulfing them with her slick flushed folds, his panties a stiffling cage for his swollen manhood whose tip was scraping painfully on his undergarments begging for his release.

In a swift motion he pulled away feeling her panting heavily still leaned onto him, he took her in his arms gently laying her down on the bed brushing a lock of hair off her face kissing her foreheahd, sliding away to show off his gift he gave in a private striptease only for her, his coats discarded forgotten on the chair along his socks and shoes, seductively he took off his tie pulling and throwing it somewhere proceeding to undo his waistcoat, slowly unbuttoning his shirt gazing at her a sly smile on his lips he raised his chin to make her have a better look at his now naked chest, his hand crawled down palming his erection growling at the ephemeral relief spreading in his body. He undid his belt biting his bottom lip, a malicious glimpse in his eyes seeing hers glued to him unable to look away from his hand slowly sliding his panties off his legs groaning in pleasure feeling his erection swung free from his cage, her eyes wide and innocent were a pool of turquoise liquid he wanted to swim into, looking back at him, he could see how aroused yet shy she was, embarrassment flushed her cheeks at the sight of his manhood hard and throbbing with need, his engorged tip already glistening with drops of his seed, the knowledge she was the reason for his arousal make her heart swell with happiness and pride behind words, the feeling of being so loved so wanted too much to bear she reached for him hiding her face into his chest feeling his arms tightened around her,she lifted her face leaning to him until his lips tenderly found their way to hers, his hand undoing her bra, hearing her whimper softly under his touch while his fingers caressed their way to slide their panties down her legs.

He kissed her forehead slowly he brushed some strands away from her pretty face caressing her cheeks seeing her sweet flush on her face, her gaze shyly looking down as her hands swiftly went to cover her naked form, a crimson prudish blush begin to arise on her cheeks.

“ You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world why are you insecure ma chérie. ” two fingers lifted her chin “ Have you changed your mind? ” He asked concern dripping over his words, she shook her head

“ No not at all. ” She looked down for a moment “ I am not so beautiful Abel.”

“ These are too silly words to come out from your pretty lips you know, I think I should punish you. ”

She looked quizzed her eyes darting to his “ What for? ”

“ Lying. You are so beautiful ma douce petite fleur. Why you see it not? ”

“ Because I am not. ”

“ I have no choice but to prove you wrong then, let see if I can change your mind. ”He brushed his fingers on her cheeks

“ You are gorgeous ma chérie please let me look at you, share your beauty with me. ” His hands lowered her arms, shyly she let them hang to her side, her fingers twisting the sheets nervously while he stared at her in awe, a sigh escaping his lips as his eyes scanned greedly every inch of her body he so yearned to kiss, she looked like a goddess because it was what she was for him, yet she believed him not but he said the truth she was but the beautiful creature who has stolen his heart the one and only he would have always loved and he wanted to prove her to make her doubt no more.

He pulled back slightly to admire her while an hand laid to massage her supple soft breast, gently twisting her sensitive nipples between his fingers feeling them perking under his touch making her mewl lightly, further caressing his way on her hips her breath ragged in anticipation feeling his hand brush her tights slowly sliding between her soft petals

“Abel.” Hearing her moan his name make him sigh softly, gritting his teeth trying to hold himself back from pinning her down and take her roughly, gingerly his finger was followed by a second one curling gently to stretch her make her whimper at the new but not unwanted sensation, wave of bliss washed over her as his thumb slowly circled her swollen clit, she threw her head back on the bed bucking desperately her hips against him feeling them dive few inches deeper into her

“ A-Abel please. ” She sighed softly moaning his name in pleasure, the sensation of her wet warm walls sucking him in make his manhood throbbing painfully with the urgent need to substitute the fingers he slowly pulled out, making eyes contact with hers seductively lick them clean savoring her sweet juice roll over his tongue like honey.

Gently he leaned over pinning her down on the bed kissing, their tongues melted together while with one leg between her knees his hand crawled to her tights caressing her soft skin slowly slipping into her core massaging her clit hearing her moan, lingering at her entrance before sliding softly between her petals and into her, pulling away from the kiss she threw her head back gripping his back whimpering under him, delicately he removed his fingers tentatively lining his tip with her entrance feeling her hips arched against him, looking for a confirmation he watched into her eyes seeing nothing but determination yet a glimpse of nervousness linger in them, tenderly he kissed her forehead whispering

“ I will be gentle ma petite I promise you.” kissing her again he slid slowly into her hearing her stiffle lightly, gingerly he began to push into her few inches deeper hearing her mewling softly with every thrust her velvety walls were so tight around him engulfing him in her warm and wet embrace, something in knowing he was and would always have been the only one for her make his heart swell in so much happiness and pride he could barely keep control of himself wanting nothing more than to show her just how much he loved her endlessly.

Reaching the door of her purity he looked into her eyes seeing her timidly pleading him to love her with a last thrust he made her his a whimper of pain escape her lips while she clawed his back drawing blood she gasped looking into his eyes scared that he may have changed his mind about her, but he did not, with a soft yet sweet kiss on her lips he dissipated away her anxiety, a wave of warmth washed over him spreading from his heart he let out a sigh looking at her with so much love and affection he has never felt toward anyone before with unwavering devotion he kissed her forehead

“ I love you ma petite rose I always have and always will.” she sighed softly leaning against him, gingerly he began to thrust into her hearing her mewl frowning at the stinging sensation, hilting inside her he stopped leaving her time to adjust to his size feeling her warmth embracing him ever so tightly he cradled her into his arms, hearing her ragged breath turning stable tentatively he slowly began to slip in and out hearing her whimpers softly melt into moans, his hips rolling into her drawing needy mewls from her feeling her hips timidly buck into him sending waves of pleasure to his cock sucked by her unbearably tight walls.

His hand crawled to her breasts caressing them only to be soon substituted by his lips, gently he covered her swollen nipple in his saliva, hearing her shudder as his lips engulfed them in his warm mouth gently beginning to suck on them careful to not pierce her skin with his fangs, she mewled softly grasping his chest, her back arched under him while her legs spread unperceivably wider at the sensation of his soft finger circling her swollen clit bathing in her wetness her breath hitching in her throat “Abel.” she sighed softly her eyelids fluttered open while she threw her head back on the pillow letting her body being molded by him, rolling back and forth setting a slow pace her hips mirrored he began to lick gently sucking her neck making her moan, slowly he pierced her tender flesh with his fangs a whimper of pain escape her lips, rolling her blood over his tongue thick and sweet as honey, whines turning moans, her soft mewls a music of pleasure she played for him only.

He felt her fingers tugging his hair, tenderly he nuzzled his nose into her neck licking her wound, a blushing moaning mess all for him to see pleading for his touch arching her hips under him, letting his tongue slip into her mouth twisting with hers swallow her moan as his finger massaging her clit delicately bathing in the sensation of her wetness on him, her walls clenched slightly around his manhood pleading for her release his main focus to please her paying no mind to her nails clawing his back he dive deeper into her wet folds, slamming into the mattress with the strength of his errant feverishly thrust, a guttural groan left his throat feeling her walls clench around him covering his manhood with her sweet juice she tossed her head back into the pillow letting his name slip out of her lips in a soft moan

“Abel.” The way her tongue wrapped his name in her sweet voice make his heart swell with happiness, with a last few thrusts he lost himself into the pleasure bliss spilling his seed inside her, eliciting a soft whimper from her, her eyes crinkled from her smile, her cheek flushed with the heat of passion she fretted to hide her face into his chest, slowly he pulled away holding her in his arms kissing her forehead

“ I love you so much ma douce petite rose so very much ”

“ I love you too mon prince.” with a soft sigh she leaned on his chest falling asleep as he engulfed her in his warmth before reaching her in their dreams, a glimpse of light flickering in their golden rings their destiny entwined as their love for one another for eternity.

[bansept]

5. Don't you love me

Arthur X Mary

Angst; Yeah, I like to hurt myself

5 - "Don't you love me?" Arthur x Mary Angst

Crying hours boahs and gals.

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Growing up as an outlaw, surrounded by men and women with bad reputations, known for theft, robbery, and murder, Arthur Morgan never believed he could be anything else. Street orphan turned gunman in a gang of criminals wasn't something that attracted beauty, kindness, or happiness.

There were times of laughter, yes, that was something he'd admit. Coming back to camp with a large amount of cash, cracking a joke on Uncle's back, downing a good bottle of whiskey... And meeting Mary.

From any point of view, he should have stayed clear off of her. He should have simply helped her on that rainy day, and gone back to camp or scouting information. That would have avoided him so much heartache, so much disappointment.

Even now, as he was carefully brushing the coat of his horse by the Clemen's Point camp, he was thinking of ways things should have gone. People were passing past him, sometimes greeting him in their cheerful voices, but remained far. When Arthur was taking this much time to brush his horse, feeding it some carrots, it was best to not bother him.

"I'm sorry, Arthur..." She had told him, head lowered to watch her hands.

They had been... happy. So much that he couldn't think of a life without her. So much that every morning by her side brought a smile to his grumpy face, that the simple gesture she did made him want to hug her, protect her, in a way he couldn't protect Elisa and Isaac.

She was a girl from the city, with a good, but lost, brother and an idiotic father, but she was the light in his heart. Mary was kind and affectionate, knew how to stand her ground, yet gentle.

When he proposed to her, knee in the dirt, Arthur promised nothing would happen to her.

That they'd be happy.

But he was an outlaw. A thief. A gangster. A monster.

All those words her father used against him... that broke her resolve to say yes.

He had tightened his hands, fury bubbling in him. She was not the one at fault for this, her family was. But she was the one breaking them.

"Don't you love me? Isn't that what you told me?" He fumed, voice cracking, blue eyes starring daggers at the same ground she was apologizing to.

"Arthur... You know why I can't do this... Please, understand..."

Her voice was a whisper, a knife silently slicing its way into his heart. Arthur raised his head, the movement bringing Mary's gaze into his.

"The way I see it, you're doing this because your daddy told you to. Because to him, nothing I have or am is enough! And because you're too scared to stand to him, get some sense in that bastard's head, you're showing me the shallow depth of your love to me!"

He didn't mean to yell, but watching her cry in regret, feeling his chest tighten with the anger he poured on her, made things clearer.

Perhaps, one day, she had loved him. To the point of believing she could live with her father's disapproval. That she could come to the gang, with him, and that they would never be separated.

But now that things were done, over, had been for over 5 years, it didn't matter.

Arthur would live as an outlaw. He'd rob, kill and steal. Look after the gang, after that little Jack the way his useless father couldn't.

Mary would live in the city, taking care of that drunk asshole of a father she had, keeping her younger brother, that poor Jamie, in line.

He stopped the brush in mid-air, placing it back in his satchel with a sigh, caressing the horse gently one last time before walking back to his tent. He heard the others living their lives, Pearson calling everyone for the stew, Mary Beth and Karen discussing romance novels, John and Abigail talking calmly for the first time in a while. Arthur sat on his bed, scratching his beard with a deeply tired look in his eyes.

The photo by his bedside was still here. Would always be.

They had and did love each other.

Simply not enough for either to leave their lives.