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uno reverse miss patchy!! what pokemon would be on your and sero’s teams? 🎤
SO glad you asked!! Now, I don't know much about Pokemon in terms of like stats or what goes well with what or whats the strongest, I just go off vibes! So if this team sucks well.... apologies.!
But Sero strikes me as a Normal and Bug/Grass trainer, so he's pretty split when it comes to that; so his team would be Girafarig, Obstagoon, Kleavor, Galvantula, Volcarona, and Leafeon
Now despite the peddler sorta theme and vibe everyone gives, Patchy ain't all that witchy! And in fact, is very much drawn to the cutesy fire types and fairy ones! So expect me to be mainly a Fire/Fairy trainer with Flareon, Arcanine, Delphox, Phanpy, Togekiss, and Alola Ninetales
And if it was us battling as a pair I think this would be the mashup: Delphox, Kleavor, Togekiss, Volcarona, Ninetales, and Leafeon
#yes because flareon was on my team I made sero have an eveelution too#i would have also had vulpix but there was too many of the same kinda cute fire vibe going#so here we are!#also again I went with vibes#so sero's kinda go with his quirk/hero costume#and mine are just friendly cute ones ya know?#thanks for asking darling!#i hope this is what you hoped for!#🔮.the peddler answers#🔮.fellow witch amira
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I had a nightmare about you? I wanna know more
oh hey buddy :3 it's a prompt that was sent to me from one of those posts on tumblr that I reblogged, when I begged for some and then i started writing it and didn't finish it LOL
i think it was an attempt to hold onto the steddie (steve and eddie from stranger things) fixation.
and honestly the prompt ( ���I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”) is so good and right up my alley. I only wrote a lil bit, but ya gotta love the hurt comfort of it all am i right? lol:
Eddie startles awake by the sound of his telephone loudly ringing in the night. He’d be angry if not for the sensation that the call saved him from a far worse fate. Only the memory of teeth ripping into flesh remains, the nightmare itself long gone from his conscious brain. He feels more zombie than man as he gets up to pick up the screaming phone, dragging himself over with the strength of a dying man just wanting the noise to stop, just for the small chance to fall back asleep.
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hwo do your faves deal with it <3 (teh selfhsip q)
How do my faves deal with me when I’m in attention-seeking mode?
Kakashi takes me out to walk the pups. He knows that fresh air, energetic dogs and being able to hold his hand whilst we walk will do wonders for me. We play fetch in the park, maybe take a picnic which he lovingly made and I know he’ll end up chasing me around the trees whilst the dogs watch on. Scooping me up as I squeal and carrying me back to the blanket for cuddles.
Nanami will give me whatever I want. Cuddles? Done. Curl up on his lap? Easy. Spend time baking together? No problem at all. However, he has a breaking point and if it seems to be a phase that isn’t ending then he’ll sit me down and ask me what’s caused it. I don’t have these moments often and he knows that so he wants to make sure I’m alright.
Daichi is a bit of a combination of the above two. He’ll give me whatever I ask for and he’s also looking for ways to help diffuse the situation or divert into something practical. Is there a diy project we’ve been meaning to get to? Planning a vacation or short weekend away? He’s very in tune with me so he almost senses when these moments are coming and he low-key likes that I crave his attention because it makes him feel wanted and appreciated.
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honestly i love imagining the reader trying to ride homelander for the first time and him moaning/being overstimulated when she sits on him and her forgetting who he is for a second and going 'shit, did i hurt you?' and him just. being so conflicted by that phrase. of course a human can't ever hurt him and you should watch your tone but also... it's nice you care so much for him. makes him feel cared for, in a way
18+! Given the sounds he makes, no one could blame you for mistaking one for pain. That sharp gasp and the breathless keening moan that follows it.
"Oh fuck," you breathe, hand braced on his bare chest, legs tightly bracketing his hips. He's sweltering beneath you, holding your hips in trembling hands. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
He opens his pleasure-bleary eyes, confused.
It'd be laughable if he wasn't so delirious. You? Hurt him? No, it's another matter entirely. He's accustomed to his gloves and his padded suit acting as a barrier to the world, to the overwhelm of sensation, but he has none of that when he's beneath you.
He's completely at the mercy of the wet, clenching heat of you. It's a betrayal of his stamina that he becomes too sensitive to continue long before he's finished with you.
"What? No, nngh, it's... y'just... y'just feel really fucking good," he says, nearly chokes on that last word. "Too good. So much. It's so much."
"Do you want to stop?" You ask, touching his jaw. Your thumb strokes his cheek and he moans for the tenderness of it. For the care. He'd begun to think there wasn't anyone who could witness what he's capable of and still think to treat him gently.
"No! No, just... just stay... Stay like this," he says, holds you still while he recovers.
You oblige him—you always do—and bend over to kiss him. Your lips are slow and loving against his, coaxing. You cup his face with both hands and sit with him inside you, feeling you, tasting you. It's torturous bliss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, greedy for as much as he can get despite the magnitude of it all, and you lick right back into his.
With a smile, you sink down until your chests are pressed together. His hands slide up your back and he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, needing you more than he's never needed anything in his life. Your lips are like velvet against his, slick with spit and kiss swollen. It's so much more than he's ever had, so much more than he knows how to handle.
He comes just like that, without having to move a muscle, his cry swallowed up by your dreamy kisses.
#thank u anon u inspired me!! just a lil smackerel of smut to get us thru the day ahaha#homelander x reader#homelander x you#homelander smut#homelander fanfiction#my writing#darling anon#ask and you shall receive#smut
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We need more of the werewolf girlfriend. (Pretty please?)
Oh no, Don’t ask about my foster oc’s I can’t be normal about them!😱❤️
Her name is Mús (mouse) and I’m still trying to nail down her design!😂
Here she is with her tiny bastard boyfriend ,Vespríus.👇
My author friend created them so they are just my foster children, but I love them so much!
#grey art#grey oc’s#kinda not really#original comic#graphic novel#chracter design#werewolf#she’s so pretty I just can’t draw her hair properly!#grey answers#thank you for asking for her my darling!#I love a couple with dramatic height difference#but only when it’s the guy who’s smaller😂#it just brings me so much joy
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In my meme era 💅
#ask me stuff#send me asks#ever after high#ever after high fanart#eah#darlapple#darling charming#dappling#darling isn’t a morning person AT ALL#idk who initially posted this but thank you 🥹🤌🏼#eah ships#eah fanart#eah meme#ever after high darling charming#ever after high apple white
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I offer a pesky snail in the slime :) felt a bit silly today, hope you’re going well ^^
effervescent!
#mcyt#grian#hermitcraft#grian fanart#daily-grian#guest#darling-ed#ask#thank u the guest daily is much appreciated <3#just in general always but especially rn since my (owl) hand is broken
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AAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭 PLZ PLZ PLZ DRAW MORE OF WALLY WITH HIS HAIR LIKE THAT IN THE DAYCARE DRAWING ITS SO BEAUTIFUL, ILL GIVE YOU MY SOUL AND MY MONEY AND MY HAIR AND MY HANDS, all of your drawings are just faNTASTIC❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Hand them over NOW
#welcome home#clownillustrations#welcome home puppet show#my art#fanart#digital art#puppeteer wally#human wally darling#sketch#give it#THANK YOUOUOU#🤍🤍🤍#ask answered
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So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.
I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)
Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.
Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.
The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.
Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.
Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.
Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.
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#imagine if Vaschete but CATS and REVERSED -> Butter knife ;_; and Flamengo <3#this ask is from last year and I'm sorry I've allowed it sit in my inbox for so long ´m`#but I've been thinking about it intermittedly#the context was that someone said that somewhere out there existed my mortal enemy (felis atra = black/dark cat)#and they had frenzied cat ocs instead of melancholic dogs#first of all they both look so darling I'm getting radiation poisoning just from looking at them aaaaaa#and the fact you put so much thought and effort into this concept is making me go absolutely rabid#extremely strange seeing Machete with big pupils and Vasco with tiny pinpoints#Butter knife purring like a fluffy jackhammer is instant serotonin I love him#and yes if you turned Machete to a cat he'd probably be something resembling an oriental shorthair#especially one of those really exaggerated ones with giant bat ears and roman nose#and I keep visualizing Vasco as a scottish fold as well but it's kind of giving me sad bad feels personally#I can't look past their painful and debilitating health issues#the same mutation that causes the floppy ears also destroys the cartilage in their joints#it's such a shame because they're a terribly cute and charming breed#and in this case they really do have those similar rounded friendly shapes that Vasco does#if I ever draw them as cats myself I'll probably have to think of some other breed for him even though it would be such a perfect fit#also I think it's funny how you can swap everything else but Machete's heels have to stay :'> don't separate the crinkle and his boots#thank you so much! this was such a cool ask to receive I love how you designed their cat forms#gift art#dingergum#Machete#Vasco#own characters#Vaschete scenarios
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I can’t stop thinking about getting cock from a big grumpy man! (Think of your fav COD guy/Miguel for this ). He’s so grumpy and snappy to anyone but you… but when he’s buried deep in your walls, he’d almost whine at how hot and wet you are.. breeding you really makes his rough demeanor slip away.
When he shifts his body weight on top of you and empties his thick cum your cervix, for the first time today he’s totally relaxed. Cock warming becomes essential part of your previously rough sex session - 💖
kkkkkk heart you absolute genius. I'm gonna give you a big juicy kiss for this
Also this just SCREAMS big, grumpy, older Colonel König!! He may have mellowed out more with age but the stress connected with the job, his lingering anxiety, his natural tendency towards violence when provoked, being extremely touch starved and on top of that some recruit messing up a simple job is a dangerous cocktail when it comes to him and now you have this 6'10 man made of pure strength, who was used as a human battering ram, angry and fuming, almost growling under his hood and all the soldiers run like their asses are on fire because no one wants to cross König when he's in that state.
But luckily there is sweet little you! The sweet young thing, the up and coming hacker girl that has many soldiers swooning after and yet you still managed to capture the colonels heart, so now you have a responsibility to uphold, that means to get your beast of a man to relax and calm down...if only you knew.
Your high pitched whines bounced off of the walls of your shared bedroom on base as the large, heavy body of your boyfriend thrusted in and out of your poor abused cunt, his hefty cock shived right against your cervix spurting so much cum inside you that you'd think he already came :(( König's just so frustrated!! All the pent up emotions and anger build up, not to mention the long mission that had his balls full and aching so so terribly and now that he had his hands back on sweet little you, he was going full out, you were not leaving his room without a belly full of his fertile cum, mot likely with a baby on the way :((
For all the anger and frustration König was a surprising whiny lover, especially when he was balls deep inside you, grunts and growls intertwining with breathy whines and pleads to accept everything he's giving you, to accept his sperm, please allow him to breed you good, is he not enough? :(( He's showing off as much as he can; sure he's in his 40's but he's large, he's healthy and strong and so so caring, he's the perfect candidate to father your babies so please let him breed you nice and good :((
He'll only mellow out after he feels your soft walls clench tightly on his dick as you whine and moan up a storm to 'please be more gentle and delicate, you're still sore' and after he finally gets to cum deep inside you, his heavy cock still shooting rope after rope of backed up cum, finally the uncomfortable feeling of fullness in his balls stopping and now you two are left laying on the bed, all sweaty and tired and sore but satisfied, your tired but radiant smile lighting up König's mood even more as you two nuzzle against each other and murmur sweet nothings, his now softening cock still being lodged deep inside you and as you two lay down to rest you sometimes feel him twitch to which you two make tiny overstimulated noises while whispering promises of love and your shared future together <3
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#this was so cute and hot ;;#i loved this#thank you for the delicious thought darling <3#cod mw x reader#cod x reader#konig x reader#könig x reader
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Hihi, could you maybe accept some more lore to your after home wally as request for art? Have a good day!!
More under cut! Decided to go WAY back to do some preliminary explaining for it; explore Home and Wally's relationship and "responsibilities" .
#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#welcome home arg#wally darling#frank frankly#howdy pillar#home#HOW THE F U C K DID IT GET THIS LONG THO#its all frikin exposition even#I have a lot of work to do but this was fun#Wally is Home's little attack dog#coasting on the 'home is the true villain' idea!#welcoem home au#THANKS FOR THE ASK#AfterHomeAU#art tag#welcome home art tag
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Can I have some big boi beta! Wally?
Sure thing, dear anon! Here you go
❤💛💙
#wh#welcome home project#welcome home#wally darling#welcome home art#welcome home fanart#welcome home puppet show#beta#beta wally#anon ask#send anons#thanks anon!#asks#sketch#digital#art#drawing#he's such a sassy dork i love him#also trying new looks
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Heyy! i hope you're having a wonderful day today let's start with that! <3 Soo I know many people find the Jason Todd friends with benefits au hot but personally...I CAN'T. My softy self will cry of jealousy so hard because of the no strings attached thingy. I couldn’t help imagine reader and Jason in that situation (hope this is understandable its my first ask and im still working on my english!) Love your writings and please don't feel pressured to write if you're not feeling up to it!
no bc i have been thinking about this and IEDJFHNEIJF i have opinions. There is only ONE (1) correct way to do fwb w jason and it is ANGST.
You're both hopelessly in love with each other. You both know it, but you can't be everything you want to be. You can't have the one thing you want most, but this will just have to be enough.
His eyes always linger on you. No matter what you're doing. It's like he gets drunk on just watching you move. He'll sit on your couch after he swore he'd stop coming over. He watches you wash dishes and wipe down the counters. He twitches every time you move as if he wants to stop you, as if he wants to do it for or with you, anything for you to not do it by yourself, but he doesn't get up, only watches. Watches you like you're a deity and he is your most devout follower. Watches you with so much adoration that you swear he's in love with you, but he'll be gone before you wake up, and you'll fall asleep to him saying "we can't do this again," but he'll come back. He'd come back in a hurricane, tornado, earthquake, anything to see your face. You swear he's in love with you, but then he'll say he doesn't want to see you again, even if you know he'll come back. You tell yourself that wanting and needing are different things. He doesn't want to need you. You try and tell yourself he loves you, but he makes sure to tell you he doesn't.
You take him back every time. You take him back like he didn't leave you in the middle of the night. Take him back like he didn't say that it was the last time. You take him back like you actually want him. He'll let himself believe it, because he wants you so bad, but he can never let you know that. He needs you like a drowning man needs air, but he cannot have you. He cannot keep you, but how is he supposed to tell you that? Sometimes when he slips in through your window soaked with rainwater and you wrap his towel snug around his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair, and he swears you love him too, but it's better if you don't so he lets himself believe it. He lets himself believe you don't love him the way he loves you, so he can pretend he isn't killing you when he leaves before dawn. He knows he has to leave. He has to keep you safe. Safe from the world. Safe from him. He'll only break your heart if you let him keep it, but he breaks it every time he puts it down to leave.
He's in love with you, but protecting you comes first even if it only hurts you both more. You will take anything he'll give you. You undo each other. You lay yourselves bare for only the other person to see. It only hurts you, but you can't stop. You can't stop because it's too much, but not enough. It is all you have and ruining what you have. You hate each other for it. You love each other. You scream his name every night. Sometimes he draws it out of you, and other nights you scream it into the sky with tears in your eyes. You will never forgive each other. There is nothing to forgive. The poison tastes sweet when it comes from your lover's hand.
#thank you for the ask nonnie darling!!!#i have been thinking about this for so long#saph’s love letters#jason todd#saph’s thots#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd x you#red hood imagine#red hood x you#jason todd angst#red hood angst#jason todd x reader angst#red hood x reader angst#angst#anon
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I’m so sorry Amy this is NASTY but from the moment I saw the chest fuzz on HL my first thought was how sensitive it would make the nips when fucking cause of the texture
18+ homelander x reader. boob stuff, body hair appreciation, overstimulation, flying sex, cream pie. never apologize to me i will always make it nastier. 🖤
At first the brush of it is divine. It wrings a gasp from low in the back of your throat, has you kneading the taut muscles of his back while he pounds into you. Homelander's body hair isn't overly coarse, but it hardly matters when his chest is pressed flush to yours, his lips on your throat.
You feel his every huff and whimper more than you hear them. They pair perfectly with the desperate grip he has on your hips, holding you in place with his whole body as he fucks you against the ceiling.
Now the grind of his chest against yours is beginning to take a toll. You shiver with his every move, growing more and more tender with the friction. Your cunt quivers tight around his cock and he stifles a hot moan into the crook of your neck.
His cock, more thick than long and nicely curved, strokes that sweet spot inside you that strikes stars behind your eyelids with every snap of his hips. You fist your hand in his hair and pull until his lips meet yours.
"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, threads of saliva snapping between your hungry mouths. "You drive me fucking crazy."
"Don't blame me for that," you respond breathlessly, licking right back into his mouth. "You were there when I got here."
He grins, giving a ravenous little growl and a sharp thrust. "Fine. Crazier."
The two of you climax like that, entwined and floating high off the ground, your ascension halted only by the height of the ceiling. Only once the aftershocks fade out does Homelander begin to sink back down to the bed. You feel as if you're in the clouds, floating on euphoria and his warm, soft body.
Still trembling, you lift yourself up. This is how you had started; astride him, riding him until the wild bucks of his hips had lifted you both up, up, up.
You smooth your hands down your own chest, goosebumps erupting everywhere. You give his pec a slap, the thwap of it dulled by the padding of hair. "You rug burned my whole chest," you chastise, though your tone is colored by your smile.
He sucks in a breath, contemplating the condition of your skin as he blows out a raspberry. He cups your breasts in gentle hands and pushes them together and up, meeting the pearl-soft flesh of them with his lips. He kisses apologies all over each one, flicking his tongue over your nipples for the way you gasp and tug his hair when he does.
His spent cock, still buried deep inside you, throbs valiantly as he sucks one breast into his mouth, tonguing your nipple in slow circles. You shudder and grind down in retaliation, the both of you hyper-sensitive, moving leisurely against one another as your satiation passes and the need for more grows.
You ride him slow and deep until he comes again. You rub your clit to the feel of his mouth on your chest and his come dripping out of you until you, too, orgasm, the tight spasm of your cunt reducing the most powerful man in the world to a simpering mess between your thighs.
The two of you untangle your limbs only to jigsaw right back together, his back to your sensitive chest, your arms around him, fingers scratching through the very hair you complained about.
"I could start waxing again," he says, words lazily slurring together.
"Don't you dare," you murmur, nuzzling the spot just behind his ear, kissing the shell of it. He interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to his chest. "You're perfect as is."
You don't need to see him to know he's smiling. You feel it in the slant of his lips when he presses the back of your hand to them.
#been awhile since i had enough inspo to drop random smut ficlets!!!!#thank you anon ilu#darling anon#ask and you shall receive#homelander x reader#homelander x you#x reader#homelander#my writing#smut
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What would Nokka do if he had a streamer wife and just for fun 🤭 she does like a rating anime man with my husband stream how would Nokka react ???
(Also thank youu soo much for all your amazing work can't wait for more💗)
“Wanna rate something? You can rate this dick that’s gonna get you right. If you keep rating another goddamned man. I don’t give a shit if they’re fictional! I’m the only ten out ten in this house!”
Let me ask you this how do YOU guys think he’d react since I’m noticing a trend of yall just wanting to piss him off. Knowing damn well he’d have you in a bedazzled wheelchair with everybody in the neighborhood. Giving y’all the side eye seeing you get handicapped/put on bed rest for a couple of weeks. 😭
#and thank you! ☺️#I’m trying to cull the mountain of Nokka asks this week cuz afterwards yall won’t be seeing him until everyone else had the spotlight#nokka the husband#2dsimp chats 💬#yandere husband#yandere blurb#yandere male x reader#yandere male#male yandere#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n
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I absolutely love ur platonic yandere Arthur fic!!
Also I wanted to ask what would happen when a dangerous situation arose in the camp and reader got caught in the middle and gotten shot or had an injury because of it.
💌 Tysm for reading and the ask! This one surely has the potential to be fluff!
The fire crackled softly as you sipped your (tea/coffee), lost in thought. It was around 6 p.m., and Arthur, Dutch, and a few others had gone out on a heist. Though you dreaded the nature of their work, you still found yourself hoping everything went smoothly, if only to keep them safe. You hated the thought of praying for your brother's return at the expense of others’ losses, yet a part of you couldn’t help but wish that the innocent came away unscathed.
With most of the gang out, the camp was quieter than usual, leaving just you, Pearson, Hosea, Annabelle, and John by the fire. But the unexpected arrival of shadowy figures made your stomach twist, the O' Driscoll boys. Tensions with them had been escalating, and now they stood at the edge of the camp, their expressions dark and unyielding.
Annabelle gripped your arm, pulling you close. “Stay by me,” she whispered, as Hosea and Pearson stepped forward, attempting to keep the peace. John joined them, his hand twitching near his belt, and you grimaced, knowing his quick temper could easily escalate things.
“(Y/N), get to your tent!” Annabelle hissed urgently, her grip tightening on your arm. Her voice was low, almost a growl. You both being still unnoticed by the men feet away in the dark.
“What? I’m not leaving you here alone-”
“I can handle myself. You’re not ready for this, but here, take this,” she said, pressing a revolver into your hands. “Just in case.”
You hesitated, then ducked back toward your tent, heart pounding. Once inside, you doused the lantern and crouched in the shadows, revolver aimed at the tent’s entrance. Every muffled insult and tense laugh outside made your pulse race as you waited, breath held, bracing for whatever might come.
Then, gunshots rang out, mingling with the frantic neighs of horses. Shit. Shit. The situation had escalated. Agony twisted through you, both mentally and physically, as you sat there in the pitch dark, clueless about what was unfolding outside. Your lips moved in silent prayers, hoping for everyone’s safety and Arthur’s swift return.
The tent flap flew open, and Annabelle’s distinct shout of protest echoed outside. You recoiled as a man stepped in, his eyes flashing with surprise when they landed on you. Before he could react, you squeezed the trigger without hesitation. The bullet struck his thigh, and he doubled over with a furious growl of pain.
"AGH! You bitch!" He lunged forward, and the man’s weight crashed onto you, knocking the air from your lungs. "Little rat," he snarled through the pain, his hands gripping your wrists with bruising force, forcing the revolver from your fingers. Panic clawed at you as you struggled beneath him, desperate to twist free. You kicked hard, aiming for his injured thigh, and he grunted, momentarily loosening his grip and punching your face twice in return.
"You got some nerve...maybe we can just take you with us."
Taking advantage of his distraction, you managed to wrestle one hand free and clawed at his face, your nails digging into his cheek. He cursed, reeling back, but his fist connected sharply with your ribs, sending a fiery shock of pain through your side. You gasped, the sound cut short as he pressed down harder, his hand fumbling for the revolver between you.
You thrashed, trying to pry the gun from his grip, both of you wrestling for control. Your fingers wrapped around the cold metal of the revolver, and you tugged with all your might. But then, with a deafening crack, the gun went off, and pain seared through your shoulder as the bullet tore into you.
The shock overtook you first, numbness washing over your arm before the agony settled in, hot and blinding. The world spun as you gasped, fighting to stay conscious, but the weight of him bore down, and the pain was almost unbearable. Then a second shot resounded but this one targeted the man, killing him and his body instantly falling over, half of his body still on you.
"HEY! Oh, God! Ms. ANNABELLE! (Y/N) has been shot!" John shouted as he crouched beside you and soon Annabelle entered, the silence outside indicated that maybe it had ended, but you didn't have the strength to ask, your mind focused on the pain and the trauma of what had just occurred, making you lose your senses. Dimly, you heard Annabelle’s frantic voice somewhere outside the tent, yelling for help, but the darkness started to close in, dragging you under.
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When Arthur returned to camp along with Dutch, Charles and Sean, he didn't even imagine that his day would end like this. That he would hear about an attack on the camp and that too when they weren't here, when he wasn't here. The happiness that had enveloped him due to the successful heist had diminished in a flick of a wrist, and on top of that, he got informed of what had happened with…you.
Arthur’s jaw clenched as he watched you lying there, fragile and bruised beneath Annabelle’s watchful gaze. The fury rising within him was unlike anything he’d felt before, a white-hot rage that blazed through every fibre of his being. It was one thing for these men to skirmish with him and the gang, to take potshots or swipe supplies. But this… this was different. They’d targeted the heart of his camp. They’d come after you, knowing full well you were defenseless. And that, he swore, would be the last mistake they'd ever make.
"She's…fine. She will be. I wanted to take her to the clinic but decided against it as it still might be unsafe out there so, I treated her here…"
He barely heard Annabelle’s voice as she spoke, her words filtering in slowly through the storm in his mind. Each shallow breath you took sounded louder to him than the gunfire he’d just come from. His fists balled tightly, his nails biting into his palms as his focus honed to a single thought, revenge.
Arthur spun around, his boots thudding heavily on the ground as he headed for the stables. He was blind to the concerned glances cast his way, blind to the way Dutch and Hosea turned in alarm as he tore through the camp with a single, furious purpose.
“Arthur! Where the hell you off to now?!” Dutch’s voice broke through the clamor of his rage, but Arthur didn’t slow down.
"Going to settle the score." He’d take every one of those bastards down, one by one if he had to. They’d pay for what they’d done, for the way they’d left you, his only real family, his anchor, his one solace in a life torn apart by violence. They attacked his fucking honour.
Arthur mounted his horse and gave Dutch a final look over his shoulder, his eyes fierce and dark with purpose. Without another word, he dug his heels in, spurring his horse into a gallop as he disappeared into the night, bound for blood.
Dutch watched him go, an uneasy grimace crossing his face. “Charles, go after him. Make sure he don’t do something stupid.”
Charles nodded grimly and saddled up. But even he knew there’d be no talking Arthur down tonight.
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After wiping out the small hideout , which didn't take too long to find anyway. He came back and since then, he remained by your side, dismissing Annabelle.
Arthur sat close, his presence solid and grounding as if he could shield you from anything else that might harm you. His eyes, though softened now, held the shadows of all he’d gone through, the remnants of his own silent terror. He looked down at your hand, opening it with a gentleness that almost felt out of place.
It took him so much to bury the fear, of nearly losing you.
The one whose mischievous giggles annoyed him when you stole and hid his hat.
The one he showed his sketches to.
The one who tended to his wounds.
The only one who could bring that hint of his mother’s cooking.
“Here,” he murmured, pulling a small box from his pocket. “A gift.”
You blinked, lifting your gaze from your lap, a glint of curiosity breaking through your daze. He opened the box to reveal a simple yet precious pearl set, mirroring something he saw in you. But there was no escaping the knowledge of its likely origin, and you felt an old, familiar discomfort creeping up.
Before you could protest, he placed the box firmly in your hand, fingers closing over it in a silent insistence.
“It’s…I-”
“Shush. It’s yours.” He didn’t let you finish. It was the same line he always used, the one that seemed to erase the shadows of guilt whenever he brought you something from the spoils of his risky life, whether it be fruits, snacks or clothes.
“T-thank you,” you whispered, his rare smile easing some of the ache.
“I… I’m just so glad you’re safe,” he said, his voice rough as he squeezed your hand as if steadying himself as much as you. “I don’t even want to think…”
“This was bound to happen someday,” you managed to croak out, your voice scratchy yet resigned.
“No! No, it wasn't!” he argued, the tension in his voice unmistakable as he brushed a lock of hair from your face, his hand holding you steady. “I feel like… hell, like I let you down, and that just… just eats at me. I’m sorry, Chumchum." He knew that nickname annoyed you, but this time, it made you crack a smile. His grip tightened, and he leaned in, a promise in his silence, vowing to keep you safe at any cost.
“Not… your fault,” you murmured, voice faint but steady. “I’m… fine now.” Arthur nodded, a glimmer of relief in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around you in a gentle, side hug and placed a soft kiss on top of your head, careful to not cause you pain at the same time, holding you close as to make himself believe that you were here, safe and in the shelter of his arms. The warmth of his shoulder offered you a comfort you didn’t realize you’d been aching for, and before you knew it, you were crying softly, letting the weight of everything slip away against him. At that moment, he felt like a mixture of all the care you’d ever known, both fierce and gentle. Parental even.
"Don't worry, I fuckin took care of those bastards, did worse than what they did to you, won't even think of coming here ever again. Assholes." He was trying to comfort you in his own way, and somehow, this time, it worked.
For days afterwards, he hovered like a mother hen, fussing over every detail of your recovery. He made sure you rested, brought meals to your cot to feed you, and sat nearby for quiet company, even engaging in lighthearted bickering. And when he noticed the tension, took you for walks or even rides to town, be it the theatre or the circus. Whatever you wanted.
It felt so warm, like a blanket you hadn’t known you’d been missing until it was wrapped around you again. You saw how much he tried, how fiercely he watched over you, going out of his way to keep you steady. And in a way, you felt proud of him, too. You knew that, beneath the hardened shell of a man shaped by gunpowder and grit, he was still your brother.
(AN: Kay fun fact, so in English, Chum is like a petname, but in my language, Chumchum is the name of a sweet/dessert, lol.)
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