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To Hesitate (dad!Arthur Morgan x reader)

A/N: okay so this is me trying to kick myself into gear lmao this dad!Arthur Morgan w/ daughter Daisy series has gone on for far too long and i need to get this part out so I can get myself in gear for the good part lmao, the previous parts can be found here on my rdr2 masterlist

Warnings: angsty, nothing outside of canon

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Arthur struggles to figure out what he needs to do now that Micah has you.

“The hell do you mean he has her, Abigail?”

“It all happened so fast, Arthur! It’s been so long since I been involved in somethin’ like that!”

“What’s going on?” Hosea asked as he walked out onto the porch with John.

“Micah has Y/N!”

Arthur took a step back, his head spinning as a million different scenarios came to mind. His heart began to thump in his chest and his stomach sunk. Every noise around him became muffled and distanced as he stared down the dirt road that led to and from Lupine Valley Ranch.

“Daddy?” Daisy said his name, her voice shaky and fearful. She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew something wasn’t right.

When he didn’t answer her, she tried to move towards him, but Hosea put his hand on her shoulder.

“Daddy!”

Arthur snapped his head in her direction, the sound of her frantic voice bringing him out of whatever daze he was in.

There were tears in his little girl’s eyes as she stood on the top step in front of Hosea.

“Daisy.” He whispered. What would he tell her if her mother never came back? How would he tell her? Would he even be able to tell her?

Arthur took a step towards her but found that his knees were shaky and untrustworthy.

John was standing right there, having been checking on Abigail, and put his hand on Arthur’s arm when he saw that Arthur was almost about to collapse.

“Whoa, Arthur. Take it easy.”

Arthur brought his gaze up to John, trying to fight back tears.

“What do I– How do I-I tell her?”

“Let’s just get inside first. Uncle’s goin’ to get Charles and Sadie.”

***

Hosea ushered Daisy inside and right behind them were John, Abigail, and Arthur.

“Abigail, will you take Daisy for a minute?” Hosea asked her.

“Of course.”

Hosea watched as Abigail went into the kitchen to sit with Daisy at the table.

“You okay, son?” He moved towards Arthur. The man was white as a ghost as he stood near the front windows of the living room with his hands on his hips.

“How do I tell her, Hosea?” Arthur brought a hand up to rub his mouth. “How do I tell Daisy?”

“Y/N isn’t dead, Arthur.” Hosea reminded him. “We’ve got no reason to believe that, so there’s no reason for us to start acting like it.”

“It’s Micah we are talkin’ about! You know what that man is capable of!”

“I know, I know.” Hosea nodded steadily. “That’s why we’ve got to keep our heads. As soon as Sadie and Charles get here, we’ll figure out what to do.”

“I ain’t waitin’.” Arthur shook his head. “Tell them to meet me in Strawberry.”

Without another word, he left the living room and went to the bedroom he shared with you.

“If he leaves this ranch, John, go with him, please.” Hosea said. John nodded his head.

***

Abigail found Arthur in his bedroom loading a shotgun.

“Arthur?”

“Abigail.” He strapped the gun over his shoulder and then reached into the wardrobe where he kept the guns he rarely used.

“Arthur, there’s something I have to tell you.”

He put a carton of bullets into a pocket on his jacket and reached for another carton.

“Y/N told me she thinks she’s pregnant.”

He paused for a moment to take in her words. His hand rested on the shelf, bracing himself while he let everything settle into place.

Abigail shifted where she stood, wringing her hands together. She didn’t say anything further, fearing that she’d say the wrong thing.

Arthur nodded his head slowly as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I know.”

“You know?” Abigail furrowed her brows.

“Just noticed a few things that have been different about her recently. Things that were different with her when she was pregnant with Daisy.” Arthur’s voice was quiet. He turned his head to look out of one of the bedroom windows. “She loves coffee. Always has…. But when she was pregnant with Daisy, Y/N…. She couldn’t stand the smell of it. Same for any time meat of any sort was bein’ cooked. Had to have the windows open and air out the house any time we cooked a meal for nine whole months. Couldn’t stand the smell of anything when she was pregnant.”

Arthur smiled just a little at the memories. You never had a weak stomach until you were carrying Daisy.

The smile slowly faded from his face and was replaced with something more solemn and heartbreaking.

“Abigail, what am I gonna do if I lose–,”

“That ain’t gonna happen, Arthur.” She stopped him. “Y/N is as strong as iron.”

“But Micah’s worse than anything we’ve ever seen before. He’s not afraid to–,” Arthur stopped himself.

Abigail’s stomach churned at the possibilities. With Micah Bell, the horrors you could face were endless.

The sound of horses outside caught Abigail’s attention. She went over to the window and peaked outside.

“It’s Charles and Sadie.”

***

“What the hell happened?” Sadie asked as Arthur walked out onto the front porch.

“Micah’s got Y/N.” Arthur’s hand came up to hold on to the strap of the rifle across his chest.

“What? How?”

“She and Abigail went down to Strawberry. They ran into him there.”

“Is Abigail okay?” Charles looked beyond Arthur to John.

“She’s shook up is all, and worried out of her mind about Y/N.” John answered.

“Well what are we waitin’ for?” Sadie threw her hands into the air. “Let’s go to Strawberry and see what we can find out!”

John and Charles moved to mount their horses, but Arthur hesitated.

“I-I have to go see Daisy real quick.” He shook his head softly. A part of him knew there was no time to waste, but another part of him couldn’t stand the thought of leaving his daughter without saying something. What if you were already gone and he didn’t make it back? He couldn’t leave without saying at least a little goodbye to Daisy.

“Go.” Charles gave him a nod.

***

Arthur slipped into the house through the front door, setting the rifle down by the door. He moved quickly down the hallway towards Daisy’s room.

Abigail had all three kids in the room. Jack was reading while Abigail, Grace, and Daisy talked.

Abigail was the first to notice his presence in the doorway.

“Arthur.”

“Abigail. Just need to talk to Daisy a minute.”

“Daddy!” Daisy jumped up from where she was sitting on the floor and ran to him.

With his hand on the back of her head, he guided her towards the middle of the hallway so that they would have a bit of privacy.

Arthur’s heart began to race and all the air in his lungs seemed to be pushed out. He ran a hand over his face before kneeling down to be at Daisy’s height.

“I…. Sweetpea, I need you to be on your best behavior for papa and Aunt Abigail while I’m gone, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

He paused, tilting his head down a little.

“I’ve got to go get momma.”

“Where is she? Is she lost?”

“Just a little.” Arthur smiled, putting his hand on her cheek. “But I want you to know that we both love you to pieces, your momma and me do. You know that, don’t ya?”

“Yeah!” She giggled. “Go find her, daddy! We’re supposed to make cookies with Aunt Lucy today.”

Arthur leaned forward to kiss her head. He fought the urge to squeeze her as tight as possible. If this was his last time seeing his little girl, he wanted to hold her as tight as he could. But he didn’t want to cause her any alarm. Daisy was just like you. She was a worrier by nature.

“Go on back to Aunt Abigail, sweetpea.”

He watched her run down the hallway.

A few moments later, Carson came to sit next to him, nudging Arthur’s arm with his nose.

“Hey, boy.” He petted the dog’s head. “You take care of her, alright?”

“You talk as if you know you won’t make it back.” Hosea spoke from the end of the hall.

Arthur stood to his feet, hastily wiping his face clear of tears with swipe of his hand.

“This isn’t a suicide mission–,”

“I’m not lettin’ John or Charles come with me, Hosea.” Arthur firmly shook his head. “They got families of their own. I can’t have Lucy lose her husband and her baby lose its father, or-or Grace and Jackie lose their father.”

“You know they won’t let you go alone! Y/N is their family!”

“She wouldn’t want them to! If anything happened to them and-and she knew about it–,”

“All this talking is wasting time that she may not have! Now go and find her, and bring her back home! And quit being so goddamn stubborn about it! We’re a family, and we’ll take care of this as a family!”

Arthur grumbled under his breath as he left through the front door, grabbing the rifle he sat down on the way out.

***

Charles, Sadie, and John watched as Arthur approached them.

“What’s the plan?” John asked.

“John, Charles, I need you both to stay here.”

“What?” John furrowed his brows.

“Someone needs to stay here and watch over the women and children.”

“You’re putting us on babysittin’ duty?”

“What’s going on, Arthur?” Charles knew there was more to Arthur’s reasoning. There had to be.

“I don’t got time to explain it, Charles. You gotta be here for Lucy and John’s gotta be here for the kids and for Abigail. Me and Sadie can handle this.”

“Arthur, we don’t know what exactly we are walking into–,”

“You boys can argue all day long, but I’m goin’ after Y/N. Heeyah!” Sadie took off in a gallop down the dirt driveway.

“You two stay here! That’s final!” Arthur shouted before following behind her.

“He’s crazy.” John shook his head.

“I’m not letting them go after Micah Bell alone.” Charles said. “Who knows how many men he’s got on his side.”

“Then let’s go!”

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mushrubes · 11 months

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I promise

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on chub venus { athur morgan by @/Ladyreefer}

(i’m spending too much time on that someone help)

Pairing : Arthur Morgan x female reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst + fluff

Word count : 4.1k

Warnings : Swear words, friends to lovers, mutual pinning, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Drunken laughter filled the camp as Arthur pulled up, a small smile on his face as he hitched his horse up, feeding it a carrot before approaching the party. “There he is! The man of the hour!” Dutch announced as he saw him walk in, patting his shoulder. Arthur brushed him off, making sure to greet the others. They were celebrating his haul from a theft. “Arthur!” he heard a voice call, groaning to himself as he saw who it was. “Not now uncle.” he grumbled, grabbing a beer and taking a seat in front of the bonfire. His eyes looked around, settling on an unrecognisable figure. Her hair was differently styled than normal and she had a new dress on, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out who it was.

“And just who might you be?” he questioned, earning a giggle as she stood up next to him, standing on her tiptoes to push his hat up slightly. “Forgotten me already Arthur?” She teased, his cheeks blushing slightly as he saw his best friend, Y/n. His eyes widened as he recognised you, trying to hide him checking you out. “Well, look at that! It’s been a while hasn’t it?” he recalled chuckling lightly as he appreciated the teasing tone in your voice. “I can’t forget anyone as lovely as yourself.” he added, smoothly grinning as he flashed his charming smile.

As the night passed and more drinks were passed around, Arthur was more talkative than normal, sticking to you more despite his reservations about getting close to anyone. He leaned close, his features illuminated by the flickering firelight. His brown hair was cut not too short but short enough, with yellow flecks in his baby blue eyes and a small cut he currently had on his face. “You know, I ain’t exactly good company,” he said quietly, his tone almost apologetic for what he is. “But if you’re willing to take your chances with me, I’d be glad to spend some time with ya.”

You frown, shaking your head at him. “You’re my favourite company.” you assure, your voice nothing but genuine. His expression softened at your words, evidently touched. He knows his lifestyle has caused too much destruction for your compliment to be deserved but still enjoys the time he spends with you, grateful for the peace he gets from the dangerous life. “I’m glad to hear that,” he responded, hesitantly reaching his arm out to wrap it around your shoulder. “I enjoy being around you too.”

While the night dragged on, he found himself more relaxed, his guard dropping slightly and enjoying your presence without worrying about what is to happen next. “Do me a favour,” he called, taking another drink of whiskey and feeling bold under the influence of his alcohol. “Stay here tonight. Don’t leave until morning.” he requested, looking at you intently as he hoped you understood what he meant - something more than just physical proximity or a companion for survival's sake.

His request made you grin, taking the chance to run a hand through his hair, his eyes closed as a sigh of relief left him. “I won’t go anywhere, cowboy.” You replied, using the nickname you’d given him since you met. He couldn’t hide his smile, relieved that you didn’t feel put off by his favour and felt his heart skip at the nickname. You both enjoyed each other's company more and more, Arthur starting to feel something different within him, a feeling he’d easily forgotten about: hope. He stood up, deciding he needed some space to think. “I’m gonna take a walk.” he said gruffly as you stood up, nodding and mumbling a soft ‘be safe’ before he made his way into the darkness beyond the campfire’s glow.

Taking the chance, you set his tent up, ready for when he returns. You put the sides down, making sure he had some privacy, as well as fluffing up his pillow and placing a spare blanket you had down on the end of his cot. Meanwhile, he wandered through the darkness, his mind overthinking and thoughts a jumbled mess. He thought about all the people he’d hurt, all the mistakes he’d made, uncertain if it was too late for him to redeem himself. But then he thinks of you. Your kind and encouraging words, your presence he finds himself craving and your gentle touch - and everything feels brighter. Maybe there is hope. He walks until he can no longer see the dim glow from the campfire before turning back and walking to where his camp was set up.

As he approaches, it’s clear you’d already set it up, the way you always did when you knew he’d had a long day and wanted his own space. A warmth spread in his chest at the sight, pulling you into an embrace as he reached you. It was brief, but you’d known Arthur long enough to know what it meant, a new determination in his eyes when you pulled away. “Thank you, for being here.” he said quietly, his gaze soft but still lingering on you. Your face softened, feeling grateful for his words. “Anytime, Arth. You know that.” you reminded, a look of fondness in your eyes. He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you’d always be there for him (along with John), even when it seemed like everyone else had given up on him.

He stepped into the tent and settled in his cot, pulling the blue blanket you’d left for him up. He drifts off, thankful for having you in his life - someone who sees past his flaws and accepts him for him, despite his way of life. You sat in the chair he had next to the cot, waiting for him to fall asleep before pressing a kiss to his forehead, taking one last look at his peaceful state before heading to your tent to get some rest.

----

Arthur stretched out and rubbed his eyes, remembering that you’d stayed in camp for the night, not setting out on your mission yet. He smiled to himself, remembering the feeling of your hands running through his hair as his exhaustion caught up with him. He emerged from his tent a few minutes later, feeling well-rested. He walked over to where you were packing some things nearby, greeting you. “Morning, did ya sleep okay?” he spoke, his morning voice still there. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly, trying to hide the impact it was having on you. “Yeah, you?”

He nodded, stretching again as he watched you finish packing. “Yeah, I did. Thanks for asking.” he scratched his neck, hesitantly speaking. “Listen, about last night...I don’t want you to think that I was just taking advantage of the situation or anything. I know that we’re both here because we have to be but...” he trailed off, thinking of the right words to express his emotions. “But what?” you prompted, smiling gently as he spoke his mind, his gentleman-like nature evident. “But...I’m glad to have you here with me, it felt good to have someone close again.” he finished quietly, looking at you with slightly rosy cheeks.

You smiled softly, hugging him and swaying side to side. “Anytime...” you paused, frowning. “I’m going to be gone for two days, something Dutch wants me to do. Stay safe, alright?” you told him, eyes full of concern and a look you only gave him. He returned the hug, feeling a sense of warmth and affection, too shy to tell you he’d miss you. “I will. You be careful out there too. I don’t want anything to happen to ya.” he promised.

You made your way out of camp, Arthur watching every move with a sense of longing in his heart. He shook off the feelings, aware of being an outlaw means not much room for a relationship - especially meaningful ones like yours - but he couldn’t help but long for more. For now, he was certain the few moments they got were enough

----

“I’m sure she’s okay, Arthur.” Dutch spoke and sat in his chair as he watched the younger male pace back and forth. You’d told him you’d be two days - four days ago. He’d asked all around, no one knowing where you were so he resorted to the person who’d given you the mission. “Dutch!” Charles called as he rode back into camp, jumping off his horse and jogging over to the pair, Arthur perking up as he saw the note in his hand. “For you,” he spoke, handing it over to their leader. He saw Dutch’s face drop as he read it, not meeting Arthur’s eyes as he finished.

“Dutch?” Arthur called, his anxiety growing more as he saw his father figure refuse to meet his eyes. “What’s going on?” he demanded, snatching the letter from him. “No...” he muttered as he read the words ‘$2000 for the pretty lady or she’s ours’ signed by the O’driscolls. He immediately made his way over to his tent, grabbing his hat and necessities before walking over to the horses. “You’re not going by yourself.” Charles spoke up, climbing onto his own as he tried it protest. “Don’t be stupid, Arthur.” John warned, doing the same as Javier also got on his.

They set off at night, riding to the location mentioned in the note, an old abandoned warehouse, just outside of Saint Denis. They left the horses slightly further down, seeing the patrol outside. As they moved closer he grits his teeth, able to hear the sounds of guards taunting you and injuring you. “Ready?” John whispered, squeezing Arthur's arm as he nodded. He made his way inside, getting into the room where you were supposedly being held, his heart dropping at the sight. “Oh, darlin’..” he mumbled, quickly cutting through the ropes, careful not to hurt your battered body even more.

He helped bring you up onto your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you balance. “C’mon, we gotta get out fast.” he warned, guiding you out while the other three covered you two. His rage sieged throughout his body, angry he was not able to protect you and allowing something like this to happen to you under his watch. Charles helped him lift you onto his horse, climbing on behind you. They’d found your horse on the way here, Arthur making sure to whistle and let it follow them. They rode away as quickly and safely as possible, making sure there was no chance of anyone following or catching up.

“... Arthur? That you?” you got out, your vision blurry and head throbbing as you were close to falling unconscious. He noticed your state, concern filling his as he tried to keep you awake. “It’s me, don’t worry. We’re getting home.” he assured, holding onto you tightly as they rode back, keeping an open eye on the surroundings. Once they had reached the campground, he’d quickly got you off, now carrying you in his arms as they stumbled into camp. “Dutch! Miss Grimshaw!” he called, eyes widening as a deep wound on your body started bleeding again.

He watched Susan tend over you the whole time in the makeshift infirmary, recuperating from those beatings inflicted by the O’driscolls. He became increasingly more protective, glaring at anyone (specifically Micah) who made harmful comments about you. The realisation that he could’ve lost you terrified him even more as he sat by your side. You’d fallen asleep, Arthur almost half asleep next to you as she finished tending to your wounds. “Arthur, get some rest, she’ll be okay.” Miss Grimshaw assured, squeezing his shoulder.

He reluctantly left your side, knowing he needs to rest and stay strong if he was going to help you. He spent the next few days alternating between checking on you and helping when needed around camp, but the second that was done, he’d be straight with you again. His anxiety grew as the days passed, his mind finding more things to worry about like whether they’d gotten all the O’driscolls or someone else might try to harm you. “Arthur, are you taking care of yourself?” Susan asked, coming in to change the bandage. She gave him a look when he went to answer, sighing in defeat. “I’ll go grab something to eat,” he grumbled, grabbing a bowl of stew.

----

You groaned as you opened your eyes, waiting for the world to stop spinning violently. You found yourself in the infirmary, your body sore and aching but most of the wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. “Where am I?” you spoke, your voice raspy as you looked over to your side, seeing the person you wanted the most. “You’re at camp, you were taken captive by O’driscolls...but we got you out.” he spoke softly, sitting down beside your bed as he watched you take the information in. “You’ve been here for a few days now, Miss Grimshaw’s been taking care of ya.” he paused, not knowing how to express how he was feeling. “I...I was worried about ya, I’m glad you’re alright.” he finally admitted, feeling his heart drop as he saw your eyes well up, looking back at him.

He reached out, gently brushing a tear away from your cheek before caressing it. “Hey...it’s okay. You’re safe now.” he softly spoke, letting a silence settle over him while he gathered his thoughts before continuing. “I care about ya, y’know? You mean something to me.” he rambled, his words carrying more weight than they seem - he’s not the easiest to get to express feelings but when he does it’s always genuine. “I’m here for you.” he finished, brushing your hair back out of your face. “I...I thought that was it for me.” you whispered, remembering the fear that filled you.

Arthur nodded sympathetically, his gaze soft as he understood you. Aware that being held captive - especially by them - is a terrifying experience, and hurt filled him as he saw you in so much pain. “I’m sorry ya had to go through that, but we got ya outta there. You’re safe now.” he assured, sitting on your bed in the little space you’d made for him. He reached out, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently. “I promise you...I’m gonna make sure none of this ever happens again.” he declared. You hugged him tightly, your grip secure as if he could fade away at any time.

He wrapped his around you tightly too, pulling you close to his chest as he returned the hug. He held onto you as if he’d never let go, like nothing bad could ever happen again if you stayed in his arms. “Shhh...it’s okay darlin’. I’m here for ya, I’ve got ya.” he murmured softly into your hair, staying like this for several minutes as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You should rest now, we can talk more later.” he reluctantly pulled away, looking at you tenderly. He held back a smile as he saw you frown at his words. “Stay with me.”

Without hesitation, he nodded, his heart swelling at the thought of being close to you again. He laid down next to you, reaching out and taking your hand in his as he settled beside you. “Of course, I ain’t going anywhere.” he comforted, telling you stories of the past, a mix of things he’d never told anyone as well as memories with other gang members. The hours turned into minutes as the night turned into dawn, realising how much this moment meant to him - just being here with someone who cares enough and vice versa. He pushes his fears and doubts aside, noticing how much he cares about you - deeply and unconditionally.

He stays with you, holding onto you as you fall asleep, watching over you as he guards your slumber. Calmness washes over him, being close to someone like this is something he’d longed for. When the first light of dawn starts filtering in, he closes his eyes and allows himself to drift odd, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long while.

----

The morning light filtered in, Arthur stirring first as he spent most of the night watching over. He smiled softly as he took in your sleeping form, a sense of affection and tenderness overcoming him. He brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss. “Mornin’. How’d you sleep?” he murmured, still tired as he felt you move slightly. “Good, you?” you hummed, yawning as you looked up at him.

He nodded, his gentle smile still plastered. “I slept alright, mostly just watched over ya all night.” he admitted, reaching out and taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze that was more for him. “Ya scared me, y’know? When they took ya...I didn't know if we’d be able to get ya back.” he cleared his throat, aware of how open he was being but felt himself melt again as he looked into your eyes. “I’m just glad yer safe now.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.” you admitted, caressing his cheek as he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as warmth spread through him. He took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before looking up at you once more. “I ain’t ever gonna let anything happen to ya again, I promise.” He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “And...I don’t know if I’ve ever said this before but...” he trailed off, searching for the right words as he felt his heartbeat speed up, his palms sweaty as he felt shy despite what had happened between them the last few days. “But I care about ya, more than anyone else in my life right now.” he softly admitted, his cheeks flushed as he saw you smile at his words.

“I care about you more than anyone else too, Arth.” you confessed, his heart skipping a beat as he felt a sense of warmth and affection towards you, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before settling back down beside you. “I’m not good with words or feelings,” he admitted, carrying on. “But I want ya to know that I’m here for ya. No matter what.” he squeezed your hand gently as he looked into your eyes, feeling like everything was starting to make sense - the reason why he was drawn to you since the beginning. “Arth?...” you spoke up, seeing his thoughts get loud in his head again, clear what he was thinking.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking at you with his eyes full of concern, his instinct telling him to protect and care for you. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort or worry. “It wasn’t your fault, I know what you’re thinking,” you mumbled, eyes full of love and gentleness. He nodded, understanding the weight of your words. “I know it wasn’t, but I still feel like....like there was something more I could have done, y’know?” He paused for a moment, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I just hate seeing ya hurt like that.” he caressed your cheek tenderly, silently swearing to himself he’d never let anyone or anything hurt you again.

“You did all you could. I didn’t know that was going to happen - I don’t know if Dutch did but that’s besides the point.” You reminded, Arthur humming in agreement. “Yeah...Dutch is a complicated man.” he chuckled, a silence settling over as uncertainty filled him. But then he looked at you, his heart swelling with love and affection. He’d gotten you out - you were alive and safe, and that’s all that mattered right now. He pressed another kiss to your forehead before settling back down. “I’m just glad yer okay.” he mumbled softly into your hair. “I’m always okay with you.”

He felt a rush of emotions at your words, realising he’d finally found somebody who truly understands him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding onto you like he never wants to let go. “I’ll always be here for ya, no matter what.” he promised, staying there for a while longer, holding onto you and talking softly while the day goes on. He feels a sense of hope stir within him, realising as long as they have each other, they could make it through anything. “I know, same for you.” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

He turned to look at you, cheeks flushed as he softly smiled, taking the chance and pressing a kiss to your lips, taking his time and savouring the feeling of closeness between them. When you part, he rests his forehead against yours, a soft grin on his face. “Thank ya, for everything.” he breathed out as you blushed at the sudden action, Arthur tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and his eyes softening at you. “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re flirting with me.” you teased, knowing what he was doing. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, the feelings between the two of you were evident but never acted on them. He chuckled at your teasing words, his lips dangerously close to yours. He had a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked at you, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe I am. What are ya gonna do about it?” he played along, his hands travelling down your sides, winking at you before tickling your sides lightly, laughing as he heard you giggle and squirm under his touch. “S...stop..it!” you got out in between laughs, your face lighting up as he grinned widely.

He settled back down beside you, pulling you close and holding onto you as if he’d never let go. “I love that sound,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah?” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his, his hands grazing your hips. He nodded, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him at the closeness. He pulled you even closer. “Ya have no idea how much I love hearing ya laugh, it’s like...like everything else just fades away,” he admitted, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“You wanna know what I love?” you grinned, a playful glint in your eyes as you looked at him. He looked at you, his eyes showing his curiosity, wanting to hear what you had to say. “I’d love to know.” he said softly, his voice genuine and loving. “You.” you smiled, seeing him grin widely at you as he kissed your lips again. “I love ya too, more than anything. I ain’t never gonna let anything happen to ya again, I promise.” he vowed, his hand softly caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch, eyes closed as a sigh of relief left you. “I know, Arth, I know.”

He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you close to him as he drew patterns on your back with his hand. “I’m glad we’re together, I ain’t never felt like this before.” he blurted out, closing his eyes in contentment at everything feeling like it was falling into place. You raised your eyebrows at his words teasingly, Arthur not having actually asked you. “Oh, we’re together now?” you commented, earning a chuckle as he leaned up, whispering into your ear. “Oh yeah, did ya think we were just cuddlin’ or something?” he teased, his southern drawl stronger than normal as he sent shivers down your spine, enjoying the playful banter. “Thought we were just cuddle buddies.” you joked along, earning a laugh.

“I guess we can still be cuddle buddies if ya want, but just so ya know...I’m gonna be pretty clingy” he winked, running one of his hands through your hair. “Being your girlfriend sounds better.” you smirked, Arthur grinning widely at your words, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards you.

He looked at you with tender eyes before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips." I like the sound of that," he murmurs gruffly against your mouth. "Yer mine now."He wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding onto you like he never wants to let go.

There's a sense of contentment settling over both of you - maybe everything will be okay after all, as long as you have each other.

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otomefoxystar · 1 month

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Duty of a Princess - Chapter 4

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC X Theo

Genre : Angst and Fluff

TW: None

You opened the door, but a guard stepped in front of you, “We cannot let you out of your room by order of the Queen.” You rolled your eyes, “The Queen? My mother is going along with this?” The guard stood straight, “I apologize, your Highness.” Just as you sighed, Theo walked down the hall, “What’s the problem?” You huffed, “None of your business.” You went to close the door, but Theo stepped in front of the guard. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with my betrothed. “I’ll allow it.” He stopped the door from shutting and pulled you towards him. “Let’s take a walk.” You looked at his face for the first time, noticing how blue his eyes were. Not like the sapphire blue Arthur’s were, but baby blue like the sky. “No, thank you! I’d rather be locked in my room. You tried to turn away. “We are to be married. We should at least get to know each other.”

You glared at him. “I’d rather not. You mind your business. I’ll mind mine.” He chuckled. “Look, my parents are forcing me into this as well. I’m not happy about it either, but it is what it is. I don’t want to be completely miserable, and what about children, huh? How are we supposed to produce children if we never talk?” She crossed her arms, “Children are not going to happen. What’s the point? It’s not like our imaginary children will be heir to the throne.” Theo shook his head. “You’re a difficult one, aren’t you? You do realize we have to consummate our marriage, correct?” You hadn’t thought of that. Would he be able to tell you had been intimate with someone before? That could be a serious problem. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“We aren’t truly married if we do not.” You took in a deep breath, “Even better. Get a mistress. I don’t care what you do.” He bit his lip, trying to think of ways to get you to communicate. “Okay, let’s not think about that right now. Can we start over by having a real conversation? Do you think you can do that?” All you kept hearing were your father’s words. “You have a duty to this country.” Out of energy to fight back, you resigned, knowing there was no point in fighting anymore. You had to accept your fate. “

Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “what do you want to talk about?” He gave you a sad smile. “I want us to get to know each other. For example, my favorite color is green; what’s yours?” He reached out his hand to guide you, and reluctantly, you accepted the walk. Usually, you would say blue, but it reminded you of Arthur’s eyes. You wanted to keep Arthur out of this and keep him locked tight in your heart, so picking the next best thing, you said softly, “Purple,” a smile spread on his face. “My mother had purple irises in her garden during the summer. It’s a nice color. Maybe we could go see them sometime. I bet she’d love to have us there.” He said it as if it were the most natural thing.

He was trying; you had to give him credit for that. After walking the castle grounds and having a light conversation, he stopped in the gardens, plucking a flower and twirling it in his fingers. He looked at you curiously, “What?” He stood up straight. “You don’t smile much, do you?” You looked up. “I guess not,” You licked your lips. “I hope that one day you will find happiness. Hopefully, with me.” He smiled, handing you the flower. You took it gently from his fingers, looking at the vibrant pink. “maybe,” you said. “It’s been a long day, Theo. I’d like to go to my room.” He smiled. “Sure, I’ll walk with you.” You shook her head. “No, it’s okay. The walk was nice, thank you.” He smiled. “Anytime,” You strolled to your room. The guards moved to the side to let you in, standing guard again as you closed the door.

You set the flower down on the vanity as you sat in front of the mirror. You unpinned your hair and let it fall past your shoulders. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, You blinked and closed your eyes tight. You brought your hands to your face and started crying, not just because of your broken heart but because Theo was actually nice. If you let yourself, perhaps you could learn to like being with him. The fact that you even thought that made your stomach turn. You collected yourself enough to get into your nightgown and climbed into bed, cuddling up against the pillows. You turned out the lights, staring into nothingness. Sleep was not happening, with so many thoughts swirling through your mind. You lit a candle, went to the window, and saw a few people walking around the castle grounds, including your sister and Theo. Grunting, you crossed your arms over the windowsill and looked down, seeing Arthur and Sebastian talking. Even just seeing him was heart-wrenching and you retreated back to your room.

Wanting to feel your presence, Arthur walked down the hall to your room, which was guarded by three guards. Since when had there been guards in front of your room?

Arthur furrowed his brows when he saw an inebriated Emile and Theo giggling as they walked down the hall. Curious, his eyes followed them with the feeling that they were being awfully flirty for a pair of soon-to-be in-laws. He squinted his eyes, feeling instantly irritated. You were both suffering, and for what? For your future husband to flirt with your own sister. He swallowed thickly, balled his fist up, and turned around, walking away briskly.

It was none of his business anymore. The sooner you got married, the better. Then, you both could carry on with your respective lives. “Argh!” Who was he kidding? He was hopelessly in love with you. What was going to happen when you came to visit? What about when you have children? And he has to sit on the sidelines and watch you be happy without him. Just as he was turning to leave in frustration, he heard your voice. “When I said you could get a mistress, I did NOT mean my own sister!” Emile looked over. “How are you out of your room? It’s guarded!” She glared at her sister.

“What does it matter? Look at you! Drunk and all over MY betrothed!” Emile swayed toward you. “You don’t even like him; you won’t give him the time of day.” She crossed her arms. “I’m trying!” You replied, “But this,“ You motioned towards the two of them, “Isn’t helping. This makes me angry.” Arthur stood still as he watched the interaction between the three of you. He could sense your irritation and walked forward. “Your Highness,” he bowed. Your heart hammered to have him so close. “Please join me for an evening walk.” Your brow furrowed. The pain of losing Arthur was too fresh to be in such proximity to him. You hardly even acknowledged him. “To hell with it !” You turned towards Theo and shook your head, the disappointment evident on your face. Then went back into your bedroom, slamming the door.

“I’m sorry, Theo. She can have an attitude.” Theo looked down, “I’m afraid we aren’t going to be very happy.” Emile grabbed his arm, and they began walking down the hall, with Theo looking dejected.

Arthur watched them walk away and then looked at the door before him. He sighed, then turned on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Arthur didn’t know where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was that he had to keep moving. The thrumming in his ears was making it hard to focus. What a mess. He didn’t want to send you off to be unhappy. But there wasn’t much he could do. What was he but the King’s scribe? He had no authority over who the Princess married.

He couldn’t get you out of his head, though. It was late, hoping nobody was around. Arthur climbed the roof up to her bedroom window. Softly rapping on it. You cocked your head to the side but got up nonetheless. Going to your window to investigate. Seeing Arthur there certainly startled you, but seemingly startling him as well, his foot slid, and he began to fall.

Pushing aside all your feelings as worry bubbled up, you opened the window. “Arthur!” You pulled onto his forearm to help steady him. “What are you doing?!” You whispered.

You helped pull him into the bedroom. You stood straight as he climbed in and looked at him, demanding answers. “I know we agreed to stay away from each other.” He sighed deeply, “But today...was rough.” You were silent, letting him speak his feelings. “I needed to come to see you.”

He took your hands in his, looking into your sparkling eyes. “Watching you being doted on by another man was like a sword in the heart. It was unbearable.” The expression on your face mirrored his, one of anguish and confusion.

He stroked your hair and looked at you tenderly. “We were never supposed to be together. Princesses don’t marry men like me, and now we’re being torn apart, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it!” Tears started stinging your eyes. “There’s nothing I can do either!” She let go of his hand to cup his cheek. “You, Arthur Conan Doyle, are and will always be the love of my life.” Arthur put his hand on the back of her neck, looking deeply into her eyes. “And you, Princess, are mine.” They put their foreheads together, wrapping their arms around each other. Instinctively closing their eyes to savor the sweet moment.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the door closing brought panic to both of them as they pulled apart quickly. “Could this be the reason the Princess has been so curt towards me? She’s in love with another man. And not just any man, but the King’s scribe.” She swallowed thickly. “Prince Theodourus ?” He smiled. “You have yourself in quite the predicament, dear Princess. I had come to your room to apologize. Instead, I find you in the arms of another man.” not knowing what to do, both Arthur and you stood there stunned. “Is this why you insisted I get a mistress? Because you were already planning on having one of your own?” She shook her head adamantly. “How would that work if we are literally countries away? I never had any intention--We broke it off before you arrived.” Theo raised an eyebrow and looked at you as if trying to read your thoughts. “Then what is happening here?” He motioned to the two of you. You swallowed thickly, “A moment of weakness. We will be wed soon and leave for your country, where I will leave him behind.” He crossed his arms and sighed. “We’re not off to a good start, hondje.”

She looked down at the floor dejectedly. “I know,” you said quietly. Theo stepped closer to her lifting her chin up with his finger. “This is no good. I can’t have my wife in love with someone else. This just won’t do.” Arthur pushed down the jealousy and the urge to push Theo away from her. “What are you going to do?” You asked as his eyes burned into yours.

“I’m going to help you.” you were baffled. “ What? Why?” Arthur spread a knowing smile upon his face. “It’s the other sister, isn’t it, mate?” Theo smiled. “Perhaps, but what is important right now is us getting out of this wedding.” In bewilderment, you looked at Theo, sizing him up. “What kind of cruel game are you playing? Do you take me for a fool?” Theo cocked his head to the side, “I do not. I am merely offering you your freedom.” You side-eyed him, trying to figure him out. “How do you suppose we get out of this? Ask really nicely? My parents won’t budge. Everything is in order.” Theo chuckled lightly, “I never said there wouldn’t be a wedding.”

#Ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #break up #soft arthur #Love triangle #ikemen cybird #ikevamp fanfic #ikemen vampire fanfic #ikemen vampire fandom #ikevamp fandom #arthur angst #Arthur fluff

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falryniki · 2 years

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REQUESTING !

I will mainly write in in fem reader, unless i clarify it is anything else

If you'd like to request gender neutral / genderfluid

reader, please do !

I accept the following:

- fanfic ideas

- timestamp ideas

- MTL

- reactions

here are things that you should NOT request from me

either because they're traumatising or make me uncomfortable

i do not accept the following and will potentially

block you if rudely/adamantly requested:

- anything with cheating

- scat/piss kink (squirting is completely okay)

- foot fetish (not judging, i just don't really enjoy it)

•non-con/dub-con scenarios

- bully/victim to lovers (just no)

- beastiality

- major asphyxiation for sexual reasons (anything

more intense than choking, face-fucking, mouth-

covering is a big NO)

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 2 months

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Arthur: I want to wake up to you every day for the rest of our lives.

Merlin: I wake up at sunrise.

Arthur: …

Arthur: I want to see you at a reasonable time every morning for the rest of our lives.

Merlin: I could always laze in bed till you wake up.

Arthur, knowing that will more than likely mean waking up to Merlin playing with his hair every morning: Perfect. Yes. Do that.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #incorrect merlin quotes #merlin bbc #fluff #they get to be soft sometimes #before I go back to writing angst #i’m bad at tagging #merlin x arthur #merlin and arthur #king arthur

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blip-blip-blop · 12 days

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modern arthur loves stealing merlin's clothes <3

(hc: merlin owns an obscene amount of wizard/magic merchandise because leon finds it hilarious and gifts merlin everything he can find)

#bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #arthur pendragon #arthur pendragon fanart #merlin #modern merthur #domestic fluff #blip art

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lxclerc · 5 months

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𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 — 𝐚𝐚𝟐𝟑

summary… the leclerc twins have a reputation of messing with drivers and they’ve got their eyes set on poor alex albon request… yes. pls let me sleep laura faceclaim… char argyrou pairing… alex albon x leclerc!reader

note… because laura graduated and got her driver’s license, i caved @coffeehurricanes

note again… this was surprisingly really fun to write as someone with my own annoying twin brother so it ended up longer than i meant it to which means this will have a part 2

part 1 | part 2

masterlist

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc serving cunt (as always) (with my 3 fav minions)

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username yn casually and unknowingly dropping alex thirst traps

⤷ username she knows she’s feeding the alex girlies

charles_leclerc charles erasure

⤷ yn_leclerc you know youre my most fav (you have the most money)

⤷ charles_leclerc gee thanks

alex_albon i thought you’d put slime on my hair

⤷ yn_leclerc i told you i wouldn’t. i was trying to style your hair 🙄🙄🙄

⤷ alex_albon i have 0 trust in you

⤷ username alex is waiting for that mega prank like the rest of us are

⤷ username i’m fully convinced they’d make alex cry worse than lando

⤷ landonorris it was one time and they ruined my limited edition louis vuitton

⤷ yn_leclerc *accidentally*

⤷ charles_leclerc that i paid for

arthur_leclerc hanging out without me now

⤷ yn_leclerc you were too busy crying abt having no seat for next season 🤗

⤷ username one thing about yn is that she’ll always give her brothers the painful unfiltered truth

username ok but not enough people are talking abt shirtless alex

⤷ username no bc picture me this; shirtless alex, they’re alone and she’s fixing his hair

⤷ username …that does sound oddly intimate

⤷ username yall are tripping. she and arthur did the same thing to oscar and max remember, became super close with them then pranked them when they least expected it

⤷ username yes but also it’s been literal months with alex

⤷ username that just means that the prank will be spectacular

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc we are in badly need of your prayers for my twin sister, y/n 😓😞🙏

she’s fine. she’s just so insanely down bad for a man that she can’t say it to his face and needs me to follow them around so she can hang out with him bc she can’t look him in the eye.

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leclerc_pascale ay, arthur! J'ai eu peur pour ta sœur ! (you had me scared for your sister!)

⤷ arthur_leclerc Tu devrais avoir peur, maman ! Elle pleure cet homme tous les soirs et il ne sait même pas qu'elle l'aime. (you should be scared, mom! she cries over this man every night and he doesn’t even know she likes him)

⤷ yn_leclerc Taisez-vous ! !! fermez votre bouche ! arrêtez de parler ! (shut up!!! keep your mouth shut! stop talking!)

yn_leclerc you’re dead to me 🙂

yn_leclerc 🖕🖕🖕

yn_leclerc j'aurais dû te manger dans le ventre de ta mère (i should have eaten you in the womb)

yn_leclerc you no longer have a sister

⤷ arthur_leclerc Comment faire autrement pour flirter avec **** ? (how else will you flirt with ****?)

⤷ yn_leclerc TAISEZ-VOUS !!! (SHUT UP!!!)

charles_leclerc a man, huh?

⤷ lorenzotl 🤔🤔🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ username she gives no fucks 😭

username what are brothers for if not to publicly humiliate you?

username she’s so me coded actually

alex_albon prayers 🙏

⤷ arthur_leclerc thanks, mate. we appreciate it

alexandrasaintmleux and if i speak

⤷ yn_leclerc alexandra malena saint mleux don’t you dare

⤷ charles_leclerc you know too???

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 🤐🤐🤐

username she’s like me bless

username for a M*N??

alex_albon

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alex_albon was just trying to buy midnight snacks and then we got lost

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yn_leclerc we didn’t get lost bc i had a map 😁

⤷ alex_albon that you didn’t know how to use

⤷ yn_leclerc you weren’t exactly offering your map reading knowledge either, albono

⤷ alex_albon watching you struggle was adorable

⤷ username HE CALLED HER ADORABLE

⤷ username idc what anyone says, i am an ynalex truther

arthur_leclerc i was there too, guys

⤷ yn_leclerc you complained the entire time

⤷ arthur_leclerc because you woke me up to accompany you guys

charles_leclerc why is there a puddle on the floor?

⤷ yn_leclerc alex dropped one of the ten liters big water bottle

⤷ alex_albon lies. y/n dropped it and i had to say i did because she looked like she’s about to start crying.

⤷ charles_leclerc yeah, that sounds like my sister

username alex, don’t trust them or else they’ll make you cry like they did lando

⤷ username we’re looking out for you 😭

georgerussell63 mate, don’t be getting comfortable with those two

⤷ yn_leclerc slander

⤷ arthur_leclerc fake

⤷ georgerussell63 you put a rat in my cereal

⤷ arthur_leclerc *plastic* rat

⤷ georgerussell63 i dropped and cracked my phone

⤷ yn_leclerc sounds like you were being clumsy 💁‍♀️

username george is forever traumatised by that rat

username hear me out 👀

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc thirst trapping bc posting on my close friend that only has him in it isn’t enough apparently

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username she is so me!!!

username doesn’t matter how famous or pretty you are, you’ll always have an instagram close friends with only him in it

logansargeant i saw your close friends story on ****’s phone a few days ago 🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc why were you looking over his phone you muppet?

⤷ logansargeant i just happened to glance by

⤷ username it’s alex. i’m fucking telling you all. ITS ALEX

⤷ username there’s literally no way it’s not alex

⤷ username it could be oscar

⤷ username bitch since when was o s c a r four letters?

⤷ username jack is four letters. they could be trying to throw us off

⤷ username JUST ACCEPT THAT ITS ALEX

charles_leclerc put a shirt on

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc 😡😡😡

⤷ username she’s always so unserious when it comes to charles lmao

arthur_leclerc abt to bleach my eyes brb

⤷ lorenzotl pass it over after

⤷ charles_leclerc pass it here too

⤷ yn_leclerc i could build a castle out of all the bricks they throw at me 💁‍♀️

username those leclerc genes are leclercing

username girl get the hell up 😭😭

charles_leclerc added to his story!

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc in the 1500s off in a foreign land, i was forced to marry another man (he can’t take the hint that i’ve been in love with him for years now)

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username whoever he is, please just ask her out already 😭

username girl, i’ve said this before but for the love of god get the hell up!!! you are better than this!

⤷ yn_leclerc i fear i’m not, bff 😔

⤷ username man down 😓

logansargeant i’m telling you rn that he’s as in love with you!

⤷ yn_leclerc did he tell you that 🤨

⤷ logansargeant no but he wouldn’t have put up with for this long if he doesn’t

⤷ yn_leclerc he’s put up with you for an entire year

⤷ logansargeant yes but he’s paid to put up with me

⤷ username this is all the confirmation that i need. it’s alex

username take the goddamn hint already @alex_albon

charles_leclerc WHO IS IT

⤷ lorenzotl it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?

⤷ charles_leclerc okay but whoooooo

⤷ username charles is worse than alex 😭

arthur_leclerc this is getting pathetic. @alex_albon it’s you mate. she likes you, you like her. kiss it out 🙄

⤷ yn_leclerc ARTHURRRRRRRRR

⤷ username arthur 😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ charles_leclerc WHAT?

username arthur starting chaos bc hes so tired of listening to y/n mope 😭

username arthur revealing y/n’s crush and publicly embarrassing her (again), charles being shocked not having a single clue and lorenzo not caring as much is peak brother behaviors in ways i cannot explain

username i fucking told yall its alex

landonorris mate dont leave a lady waiting @alex_albon

⤷ oscarpiastri yeahhh

⤷ yn_leclerc both of you shut the hell up before i replace your shampoo with nair

⤷ landonorris how would you even have access to my shampoo-

⤷ oscarpiastri don’t ask mate. she’s done it before to dennis in f3

username paging @alex_albon

username @alex_albon dont fucking fumble a bad bitch like her come on now

alex_albon oh?

⤷ yn_leclerc public announcement that y/n y/m/n leclerc has died in a ditch and cannot be contacted at this hour. or ever.

⤷ alex_albon i know where you live

⤷ yn_leclerc locking the doors and putting salt around the property as we speak

happy birthday and congratulations to my most loved laura. i love and adore you and i can’t wait to watch you be the woman that you’re always been capable of.

#formula 1 #f1 #alex albon #arthur leclerc #charles leclerc #alex albon x reader #formula 1 smau #alex albon fluff

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messrmoonyy · 22 days

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- The Forbidden Fruit

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Request- I NEED ARTHUR TO STEAL DUTCHS GIRL AND SHOW HER A REAL MANS LOVING. FILTHY PASSIONATE LOVING. WORK YOUR MAGIC

A/N- I got incredibly carried away with this. Is basically prawn with no plot honestly. And far softer smut than I think you intended it to be but. Here we are. Enjoy.

Warnings- 18+ | implied toxic relationship ( reader is in love with Dutch van der Linde what can you expect here ), smut: affair, Arthur being desperate to please!!!, fingering, oral ( reader receiving ) , unprotected p in v and he accidentally finishes inside oops, like the tiniest amount of cockwarming ( WC-8.9k )

AO3 | Masterlist - requests are open :)

Arthur didn’t involve himself in Dutch’s relationships. He stayed polite to whatever young woman he had hanging off his arm at the time, but that was about it. He’d seen too many girls come and go- usually in floods of tears at being dismissed by the man that had seduced and charmed them into loving him. Just working his way through shiny new plaything to plaything, hiding his unending sorrow for Annabelle under the skirt of some new girl.

Unfortunately you were no different.

In your defence, he supposed, you had lasted far longer than the rest. The only real exception to that being the famed Annabelle herself. But as was almost inevitable, your time in the honeymoon phase was slowly crumbling down around you.

Arthur did wonder if it was simply because of the current stress levels in camp. They had all been on the run for longer than he cared to try and count, but after the mess in Blackwater they had reached new heights of being hunted. It had never been this bad. Nothing had ever gone this wrong. Because before everything had gone to complete shit, he’d actually seemed quite taken with you. In truth Arthur actually had begun to consider the idea that Dutch really did love you. Had finally been able to move on from the weight on his heart of his dead lover.

But no.

Arthur was observing the same pattern as always, it had just taken far longer with you. And that just seemed to make it all the more cruel.

He barely even looked at you most days now. Barely uttered a few words in return to any question you asked.

And the arguing was growing ever more fierce. It was practically everyday.

Arthur didn’t like it. Didn’t like the way Dutch treated you. Didn’t like the way Dutch was treating anyone lately. But you in particular had never been anything but nice to him, kind. Sweet. Incredibly naive but sweet. To Arthur too. Some of the girls Dutch had strung along had been vile, rude and entitled and stuck up. But you? You were a genuinely nice person it seemed. And maybe that was your greatest flaw, for someone like that did not belong with Dutch Van Der Linde.

In fact Arthur had come to like you from a distance. The times he had spoken to you you had been interesting, intelligent. Far cleverer than him and he had always liked that in a woman if he was honest.

But still you clung to Dutch. Though your patience with him of late seemed to finally be wearing thin.

Dutch had never really been one to be ashamed or afraid of airing his dirty laundry within the gang. Whether that be packing on the PDA in camp in a way that often made Arthur want to vomit up his breakfast, or the even more puke inducing sounds of the two of you making up all night long. So arguing was no exception to that either.

And today was no different.

“ you barely even look at me! I’m right here! I always have been, I’ve always been such a good girl haven’t I? I do as you say. And look at how you repay me! “ Arthur sighed as he dropped a stack of bills into the box, successfully recovering yet another of Strauss’ debts for him. You were both screaming at each other again, the tent flaps pulled down as if that would over any form of soundproofing. It was the camp's regular ambience now it seemed.

He did feel sorry for you, he really did. You’d left everything you had for Dutch. Some beautiful, intelligent, well spoken girl. Heiress to her daddy’s mining fortune up north, used to the finer things but seeking some adventure. And Dutch had offered you both. Drowned you in jewels and gifts- though unlike the ones you had once owned the ones he gave were not his to give- Shown you off like a shiny new toy on his arm. Expressly informed Miss Grimshaw that you were not to be lifting a finger, that you would not have to earn your keep with chores like the others.

You earned your keep by looking beautiful beside him, by boosting his ego with your constant devotion to him, by letting Dutch use you for his own source of pleasure and by the sounds of things- that Arthur truly had no choice but to overhear- not getting very much back in return.

“ You know I don’t think I’ve ever met a more selfish woman in my life! “ Arthur sighed and sat down on his cot, debating whether or not to make some attempt to get the sleep he had been planning the entire long journey back to Clemens Point. But his tent was but a stone's throw from Dutch’s.

“ I have needs too Dutch Van Der Linde!” Everyone else in camp didn’t seem to mind it though, most of them preparing to settle in for the night. Whether that be passing out on their bedrolls or drinking by the fire. But Arthur wasn’t sure he could put up with another moment of the damn yelling.

“ oh? You have needs? “ Dutch’s voice was condescending. Mocking “ I give you everything! You are acting like a spoiled child”

“ a child? A child!? “ Arthur stood back up again, deciding he’d fare better trying to sleep on the damn ground rather than next to the likes of you and Dutch. So he headed out towards the edge of camp, hiding himself in the woods by the water. He slumped down against a tree with a heavy sigh and wished he’d thought to pick up a bottle of beer on the way.

But it was no matter. He was far enough away that he couldn’t hear the fighting anymore, but close enough that if he was needed anyone calling his name would be heard.

He looked out across the water, enjoying his rare moment of peace. It was a clear night and a full moon, the reflection bouncing off the water in the most beautiful way. He pulled out his journal and started to sketch it, wishing he could capture its beauty better.

‘ Dutch and the girl were arguing again. Got out of earshot for a bit to try catch some sleep. Thought the water and the moon looked mighty pretty ‘

He scrawled underneath when he was done, tucking it back into the satchel discarded at his side. Javier's guitar had silenced back in camp now and he figured everyone had gone off to bed. But he was quite content there by the water, so dropped his hat over his face and settled in to try and catch a few hours himself.

He was just dozing off when he heard the sound of boots marching quickly through the undergrowth, snapping twigs as they went. And then the soft sound of someone mumbling to themselves. He silently hoped whoever it was would keep well away from him. But the boots grew nearer and came to a halt not so far away. The crackle of a match being lit and a heavy sigh.

“ thinks he can talk to me like that? Bastard. Bastard he is. I’m a lady I deserve better than. Than that “

You.

He cleared his throat lightly to inform you that he was there, but unfortunately still seemed to startle you.

“ Christ! Gave me a damn heart attack Arthur “ he placed his hat down with his satchel with a sigh and looked up at you. In the light of the moon reflecting off the water he could see your cheeks were tear stained, the glow of the end of your cigarette illuminating your face further and showing your makeup in streaks.

He couldn’t lie that it made his heart ache for you. He didn’t particularly have any solid feelings for you, but he did feel sorry for you. It was hard not to feel sorry for the woman seduced by Dutch.

And you truly were a cut above the rest in his opinion. Beautiful as the early morning sun and, when you weren’t screaming at Dutch, as kind and warm as it too. But maybe that was fitting. Because much like the sun you could bask people in warmth, but burn them too. Beautiful and bright but scalding and he found he couldn’t look at you for too long, no matter how many times he wanted too. Simply blinding his eyes with your flaming beauty and having to turn away.

But maybe he was just getting caught up in his metaphors.

“ shouldn’t be out this far from camp “ you simply shrugged, taking another drag of your cigarette “ ain’t no one nice lingerin’ in woods at night miss” even if no Lemoyne raiders were sneaking around the trees, there were plenty of species of wildlife that would happily do a number on you. Chew off a leg or bite you with poison fangs. You didn’t know how to take care of yourself. You couldn’t handle a gun, didn’t have a single survival instinct in you.

Dutch had quite made sure of that, he’d heard you ask once or twice. And had been denied. Charming you with some string of words about how you were far too delicate to be handling a gun. To leave it for the men.

“ you’re lingering in the woods aren’t you Mr Morgan? “ he chuckled and shrugged.

“ and I ain’t that nice. Point proven lady “

“ not like Dutch would care if someone took me anyway. He’d probably be thankful “ your voice was hoarse from the shouting and he couldn’t tell if you were going to cry again or not. You took a long drag of your cigarette before seeming to suddenly remember something, dipping your hand into the waistband of your skirt and pulling out a pack “ sorry my manners. Want one? “ he took one with a nod of thanks “ can I sit? “

You sat down carefully beside him then with a long sigh, tucking your legs beneath you, and leant forward so he could light the cigarette between his lips with the end of yours.

“ thanks “ you both sat quietly for a short while. Smoking and watching the ripples in the water. He didn’t mind it actually, as much as he had been slightly annoyed at you disturbing his attempt to sleep. You were decent company.

You rarely strayed from Dutch’s side, but on the odd occasion you had and Arthur had stumbled upon you having a moment to yourself at the edge of camp it had been quite nice. So he didn’t mind sitting there with you, company. For you both.

“ I think you’re nice. By the way “ you said to break the silence, refrenching his previous comment of bad men lingering in the woods.

“ No offense to you Miss, but you’re in love with old Dutch. I don’t think you’re particularly qualified to be sayin’ whether folk is nice or not “ he said it teasingly in some hopes of making you smile. And it did. A little.

“ maybe not “ he watched you bring your cigarette to your lips again, glancing at your hands. Nails perfectly trimmed and not a single speck of dirt or sign of a scar. Hands that had never had to lift a finger. Ever. It was an interesting contrast to his own. Calloused and scarred and bruised “ but Dutch he… he…Can I ask you something? “

“ Sure “ he said and flicked his cigarette away.

“ Do you think I’m beautiful Arthur? “ you asked meekly. Your face was sad. Lingering innocence yet to be wiped away by life somehow, the kind that only remained because you had lived a life so sheltered. Even with Dutch you were as sheltered as could be “ and don’t lie. Please “

“ I think you’re beautiful, sure “ you turned back to the water again, tossing your own cigarette before promptly lighting another.

“ Dutch doesn’t. Not anymore. Barely even looks at me “ Arthur ran a hand over his face, not entirely sure what he was supposed to say to you in the situation. At all “ I know I know I don’t expect you to agree. You two you’re…you’re like two peas in a pod aren’t you? “ you said with a small laugh, but it held no humour. You took a long drag of your cigarette.

“ me and Dutch it’s… we go back a long way. But… I will agree the way he’s been treatin’ you. Ain't nice. Not when you done nothin’ but be loyal to him for so long “ you turned back to him again and gave a small smile. It was like a wave of relief had washed right over you.

Someone was finally listening.

“ I think he’s got his eyes on Mary-Beth “ you mumbled, red stained lips wrapping around your cigarette again. Much like how he had found himself admiring your hands he now found himself admiring your lips. Soft and plump and stained red in the way they often were.

He blamed it on his fatigue.

“ he’d be a fool to give you up. You’re kind, loyal, hell you might jus’ be the most beautiful woman I know. He’s in a weird place right now. He’ll snap outta it, be back to readin’ you Evelyn Miller in no time. You’ll see “ maybe the last part wasn’t entirely true. But the first part was. And you seemed to bask in his compliments. He wondered when the last time Dutch had said something nice to you had actually been.

“ Thank you “ you looked as though you might cry again. And he really hoped you wouldn’t. He didn’t like to see you cry. And he really wouldn’t know what to say to you then. Once again you turned your attention back to the water and gave a small sigh “ maybe I chose the wrong outlaw “ you said with a small laugh “ always have thought you were quite handsome “

He nearly choked on his own saliva, clearing his throat in hopes to pass it out smoothly. He didn’t know if it had worked.

“ Really? “

“ Hmm “ you mused, tilting your head inquisitively to the side “ but you were oh so hung up on that Mary girl when I found Dutch”

“ Yeah well. Mary she’s- that’s all done with now “ maybe Mary was the reason he seemed to sympathise with you so. Because he too had had a broken heart. Though he was sure his was not as brutal as yours.

“ Guess we both have bad taste don’t we Mr Morgan “ he chuckled and nodded.

“ That we do miss. That we do “ he placed a gentle hand to your shoulder and squeezed in some form of comfort “ don’t worry bout Dutch though. Really. He’ll come to his senses and if…if he don’t then. Any man would be lucky to have ya “ you sniffled and he figured you’d started crying again “ I didn’t mean to upset- “

“ No. No I’m fine. It’s just…you mean it all don’t you? All these kind words? “ he shrugged and then nodded.

“ Sure I do. You’re a beautiful woman. Inside an out “ something seemed to flash across your face, a million and one things whirring away behind your eyes. He’d never been that good at reading people, never one for knowing what people were thinking. And the look on your face was the most confusing he’d ever seen.

The next part happened far too quickly for him to process it. Maybe because he was tired, maybe because he truly hadn’t even slightly suspected you to do it. You flicked away the butt of your cigarette and leaned forward, one hand to his leg and the other to his neck. And kissed him.

He was taken aback and you pulled away before he could make any attempt to figure out what you’d just done.

“ Sorry “ you sighed in slight annoyance, seemingly at yourself, sitting back beside him again. Like it was no big deal. Just something that had happened and had no real consequence “ shit- sorry “ Arthur scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and shrugged with a small laugh. Attempting to play it as cool as you clearly were.

Maybe he’d finally cracked and entered some weird fatigue induced psychosis, hallucinations and hearing voices. And kissing Dutch’s woman.

“ S’okay. No harm done “ he was bewildered. Trying to process the last 30 seconds and coming up completely blank.

“ Just the way you talk about me I- Lord forgive me “ he was certain he must have looked half dense. Still completely confused at what on earth was happening with you. And maybe, just maybe, a tiny bit flustered at having a woman like you kiss him. Even if you were begging the Lord for forgiveness right after it “ no one’s spoken to me like that in a long time and…and I wish they had. I want to be told I’m beautiful again. I want to be kissed. I want I want…I want a lot of things “

Maybe Arthur was a stupid, idiotic fool. Maybe too many gunshot wounds and bumps to the head had finally caught up to him. Maybe he too wanted to act on his ever growing annoyance with how Dutch was behaving. But he found himself reaching out, fingers tucking under your chin to turn your face to look at him. Your eyes were so beautiful up close. Practically sparkling in the moonlight.

Oh he was such a fool.

“ could’a jus’ asked “ a small smile tugged at your lips and you laughed a little.

“ Yeah. Of course. Because you’d have said yes Arthur? “ he shrugged. He didn’t know if he would’ve actually. But now the thought was in his head “ alright “ you whispered and shuffled a little closer to him “ indulge me “

His thumb was absentmindedly brushing over your jaw, looking at you in the light of the moon and wondering how on earth Dutch wasn’t constantly begging for your attention. If he had a woman like you constantly hanging off his every word he wouldn’t know how to act. Would be like a mangy dog trailing around after you for food.

“ I might’ve “ you gave a roll of your eyes but you were smiling still, a beautiful, tempting smile.

You were a temptress. A siren. Luring him in with your beauty to do something terrible. And you were vulnerable. Sad and seeking appreciation. And he was truly debating it.

“ Well…“ you started quietly, looking up at him through your long lashes in a way that made his chest go tight “ there is… still time for you to say yes “

“ we ain’t gonna tell no one bout this y’hear? This it’s… it’s jus’ between me and you. Okay? “ your eyebrows furrowed for a second looking up at him intently, as if trying to figure out if he was joking or not. If he was serious. He wasn’t entirely sure himself, needed you to agree or disagree to put the thought to rest. His thumb continued to brush along your jaw tenderly and your eyes fell closed for a moment.

How long had it been since someone had touched you with such care? That something as simple as that seemed to mean so much to you.

“ I understand “ you whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips again. He pulled you in close, barely an inch between your lips and then spoke again “ you’ll give me what I want? Don’t treat me like him “

“ Anythin’ ya want. You got it. I’ll give ya what you deserve “ you let a shuddering breath escape and gave a small nod before closing the gap between you both again.

He hadn’t kissed anyone in a while, but he sure found his footing quickly. You kissed him like he was your source of air, climbing your way into his lap and slipping your hands into his hair. You tasted of cigarette smoke and something almost sweet. Whatever it was, it was an intoxicating mix. You were like a siren singing your call in his ear, drawing him in and taking him for your own. The weight of you in his lap was almost familiar, welcoming. Just… nice.

He had almost forgotten just how fun it was to kiss a woman. How so many men seemed to shun it as boring, pointless- Dutch obviously included. But Arthur had always loved it. Had spent many a night as a youngster sneaking his way into Mary’s room just to kiss her. To spend hours kissing and talking and kissing some more.

Kissing you was something else. Addictive. Intoxicating.

Eventually he had to pull away, his lungs screaming at him for air. Your hands slipped out from his hair and down to grasp at the collar of his shirt, resting your forehead on his.

“ Anything I want you say? “ you asked quietly, breathless.

“ Anythin’ “ you smiled and lifted your head, a quiet determination settling over you. Your lipstick had smeared and he wondered how much of it was now on his own face.

“ okay… undress me then “ you softly commanded, shifting slightly in his lap “ please. Dutch never- he makes me do it myself, barely even looks I- Please “

He almost laughed to himself about now he immediately thought getting you naked was entirely too risky. As if the entire situation alone wasn’t risky anyway. But he didn’t want to think too hard about that, instead simply channelled his recent annoyance towards Dutch into his actions. Tried to tell himself he was doing a good thing, taking care of you.

You watched his face carefully as he gently untucked your shirt from where it was tucked into your skirt, some silky soft thing that probably cost more than everything he owned in his clothing trunk put together. He undid every pearl button slowly, eyes darting up to your face as he did. Your chest was heaving in long, heavy breaths. You were nervous. Or excited. He couldn’t tell which.

You shivered lightly when he pushed it from your shoulders, now only the soft cotton of your chemise between his hands and your chest. Your nipples had hardened, from the slight night chill or lust he couldn’t say. But he found himself unable to resist the sight, leaning forward and capturing one between his lips through the cotton. You gasped softly, a sound so beautiful it made him groan. You sounded delicate. Innocent. You’d never made such sounds when he’d overheard you with Dutch. In fact a majority of the time you almost sounded in pain.

But this sound wasn’t that. This sound was beautiful. And he wanted to hear more. One hand pushed at your back to bring you closer, the other palmed at your neglected breast in hopes you’d make the sound again. And you did. Gentle, soft gasps as his tongue dampened the material of your chemise, teeth tugging at you gently through the material. Your hand found his hair again, raking your fingers through it and arching your back into his touch.

He couldn’t imagine why Dutch had never wanted to do such a thing. How could he not want to hear you make those pretty pretty sounds? How could he not want to feel you writhing in his lap and yearning to be touched. Maybe Dutch was more of a fool than he had originally thought.

“ Need you to touch me- properly I- take this off “ your sentence was choppy, like you weren’t focussed enough to truly articulate the words you wanted to say. But he understood, pulling your chemise over your head and dropping it to land with your shirt.

He took a moment just to look at you, not even entirely because he knew you’d want him to. Just because he wanted to. He’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t wondered what was hiding under your expensive clothes once or twice. How could he not when he had to try sleep through the sounds of you and Dutch of a night.

“ God damn “ he said softly, hands soothing over your waist as you basked in his admiring stare, taking in the feeling of finally being looked at. Properly.

“ like what you see Mr Morgan “ you asked, voice sultry and low in a way that made his cock twitch in his pants.

“ Dutch is a damn fool “ is all he could say, leaning forward to kiss you again, his hands moving to grab at your chest. You moaned into the kiss as he squeezed and massaged your breasts with his large hands, seizing the opportunity to dip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. Your fingers in his hair, twisting strands around your fingers and tugging lightly. He felt like he was on cloud nine. Certain he’d somehow taken a stumble through the veil and ended up at heaven's gates.

He wasn’t a particularly religious man, but the way he was prepared to worship and praise you could truly be considered blasphemous.

He couldn’t resist the temptation of getting his mouth on you again much longer, dragging his lips from yours and wrapping them around a pebbled nipple instead. You rolled your hips against him, those beautiful soft moans still falling past your lips. This was what you had wanted from him. To be worshipped. To be looked at as the beautiful temptress of a woman you were. And not merely glanced at and then used like some two dollar whore in a saloon.

He wanted to nip at your skin, bite and soothe it with his tongue. But he knew he couldn’t. Couldn’t risk Dutch seeing it if he felt the need to stop ignoring you for a short while for his own needs. But oh how he wanted to. To mark up your smooth skin with reminders that you were desired. That you could look at as they faded and be reminded that you were wanted.

“ I need more “ you whispered “ Arthur please. Give me more “ another roll of your hips followed by a small whimper told him enough.

“ I know I got ya “ he murmured against your skin, pressing kisses up your sternum and your neck. Nose brushing at the underside of your jaw and working his way back to your lips again “ stand up. Lemme get you out of these damn clothes “ he caught the smile on your face as you stood up, he stayed seated and ran his hands over the fabric covering your hips. Something seemed to blaze in your eyes as you looked down on him. He realised it was most probably you that was usually being leered down on, but not now.

Not with him. Not with Arthur. Arthur looked up at you like the goddess you were, looked up at you with what he knew was a silent pleading in his eyes. Dutch would never ask he knew it. Dutch took. Stole. Used. Arthur didn’t. Wouldn’t.

“ I like how you look at me “ you said quietly, hand soothing over his hair “ you make me feel beautiful “

“ Cause y’are “ he murmured, hands reaching to the ties of your skirt. He wanted to see more. Wanted to see all of you.

You helped him with the slightly tedious task of getting your skirts and undergarments off, but all so slowly. Taking his time. Making sure he appreciated every single layer of clothing you removed for him, right down to unlacing your boots and holding your leg gently to help you out of them. Until you stood there as naked as the day you were born, illuminated by the moonlight on the water.

“ well ain’t you a sight “

Your skin was so smooth. Soft. Not a single scar that he could see. The skin of a woman who had never had to lift a finger. Had never known the hardships that he had. The only true blemish on your skin was the almost completely faded bruises on your hips. Fingertips. Dutch.

He soothed his hands up your legs, pressing soft kisses to the pillowy flesh of your thighs as he went, and stopped as he reached them.

“ He can be a little rough. It’s how he likes it “ you answered before he could even ask. Arthur too had been known to have his rougher moments. But he could never hurt you. Never mark you in anyway other than that of affection and care.

“ I ain’t like that “

“ I know. That’s why I want you “ he pulled you back down into his lap, his large hands splaying over your hips as he took yet another moment just to look. To admire. To thank whatever stupid damn God may exist for placing such a heavenly body in his presence “ I feel a little like the odd one out here though “ you said with a small smile, tracing a finger down from the open top buttons of his shirt to his pants.

He’d been far too occupied with you to even really notice the fact that he was ridiculously overdressed in comparison.

“ Can’t have that now can we darlin’ “ your smile grew and you made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders with a gentle sigh. You ran your fingers through the hair on his chest, nails scratching lightly at his skin and peppering lipstick stained kisses as you went. Littering his collarbones, his sternum.

“ much better “ your hands kept roaming and your lips kept kissing. Hands seemingly wanting to touch him all, scratching lightly up his sides and over his waist, his stomach and his ribs. Slowly moving to slide over his shoulders and loop around his neck. You rolled your hips against him again and whined softly. He was so hard it was growing painful as he stayed restrained by his pants. But he wasn’t selfish. Not like Dutch. And he wasn’t about to seek out any form of pleasure himself until he had you seeing the stars you deserved.

“ tell me what y’want “ he murmured, peppering soft kisses across your jaw.

“ touch me “ you sighed blissfully “ please touch me “

His hand slipped down in between your bodies, brushing past the soft curls between your legs and couldn’t contain the groan of a sound that left him when he felt how warm and wet you were.

“ Christ “ he muttered as your head dropped to his shoulder with a shuddering breath “ he ever touch you like this? “ he asked lowly, already knowing the answer. Why would he? He didn’t get anything out of it.

But Arthur did. Oh Arthur did.

“ no “ you whispered “ no never…please. More “ he tested the waters, pressing lightly against your clit and revelling in the squeak of a sound that it caused you to make.

“ or like this? " You shook your head again, breathing shakily as he dragged his finger through the wetness and drew light circles around your entrance.

“ Arthur “ you moaned his name in the most delicious way as he pushed his finger inside, burying it to the knuckle

“ yeah and what about this darlin? “ he again knew the answer. Dutch didn’t care about your pleasure. Didn’t care about wasting time on something as simple as making you whimper and whine for more “ he touch you like this? “

“ no “

“ think ya can take one more for me? “ you nodded again and he withdrew his finger, gathering your slick on his other before pushing them both past the resistance of your entrance “ that’a girl “ he pumped his fingers in and out steadily, curling and probing at your velvety soft walls to test what you liked.

“ This is so… oh god. This isn’t proper at all “ you laughed slightly, melting into a soft moan. Arthur chuckled, lifting your face up so you’d look at him.

“ Ain’t proper at all? It’s damn right filthy darlin” your cheeks were aflame and you closed your eyes for a moment, grinding yourself against his hand “ look at ya. Drippin all over ma fingers like that. Ain’t proper. Not one bit “ you smiled, a cheeky, devious smile that made him lean forward and kiss you again.

You were so wet it was obscene. He couldn’t tell where the sounds of you kissing stopped and the sopping sounds of his fingers began. You continued to grind down against his palm, practically riding his fingers, his whole hand wet and sticky with you.

And he wanted to taste it. To taste you. To flood his mouth with the slick, liquid gold covering his fingers. It was an almost primal desire, like a desperation as strong as needing air. He needed to. He had to.

“ Darlin’ “ he murmured, lifting your head from where it had fallen to his neck again “ gotta let me taste you. You gotta “ the look on your face only made him want it more. Your skin flushed and eyes blown out with nothing but pure lust and desire. He’d never needed anything more. Nothing else mattered, not the painful hardness in his pants, not the realisation that you were very much Dutch’s girl. He didn’t care about any of that. He just needed to be between your thighs.

“ really? No one’s ever- oh god. Yes. Yes. Please Arthur “ he withdrew his fingers making you whimper and quickly grabbed his discarded shirt and lay it down on the ground. Then he kissed you again as he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently turning you to lay back on the shirt. It still couldn’t have been particularly comfortable. But you didn’t seem to mind, tugging at his hair and lifting your hips up against him as he hovered over you.

He took his time moving down. Leaving a long and slow trail of hot, wet, kisses on your skin. You writhed underneath him, whining softly and twisting your hands in his shirt underneath you. He took extra time with your thighs. Kissing up from the inside of your knee and stopping before he could place his mouth where he really wanted to, then repeating with the other.

“ Arthur “ you whined, still squirming around and desperate.

“ I know. I got ya. Gonna make those pretty sounds for me again yeah? "You nodded, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to watch him as his head sank lower, spreading your legs wider to give him full access to the centre of you “ that’s a good girl “ he spread you open with his fingers, in awe of the way you parted for him. Like petals on a flower, dripping with the morning dew.

But you were far more delectable. A forbidden fruit begging to be tasted.

And oh was it pretty. Even in the dark, in nothing but the light of the moon on the water, it was pretty. Begging to be tasted, touched. Admired.

The sound you made as he dragged his tongue from your weeping hole to your clit was like music to his ears. He didn’t know how he managed to not come in his pants just at the sound of it.

You still kept it quiet, but loud enough for him.

His own, deep, guttural moan escaped from his chest as he licked again. Your taste flooding his mouth in a way so so much better than he could’ve imagined.

He ate you like he was starved. Like a savage predator that hadn’t seen meat for days, like a man ready for the gallows enjoying his last meal. His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs apart for him as you bucked and squirmed against his face. It was visceral. Carnal. You made him feel like his grip on his own composure and control was weaker than ever, that he was holding on to it with nothing but his fingertips.

“ Arthur “ he dipped his tongue into the welcoming warmth of your cunt, his eyes falling closed for a moment as he felt you clench around him, desperate for more. Desperate for him. And he would give you more, would give you anything you asked of him. But not until he made you come first.

He let go of one of your legs and brought his fingers back to their previous position, wanting to feel you again. To be inside of you, as close as he could get. To make you see stars.

The flat of his tongue found your clit again, certain he could feel you pulsing against him. Desperate and full of desire for him. He felt honoured, privileged. That you were so loyal to Dutch, glued to his side. Never even batting an eye at anyone else. And yet you had broken that for him. Had sought him out because you knew he would treat you well.

Your back arched off the ground as he sunk them back into you, slipping in with a welcome ease. His thick fingers pumped into you at a steady pace, his tongue diverting all its attention to your clit. Lapping and sucking and letting you press his face harder against you as you tugged on his hair.

“ don’t stop please dont- Arthur “ he had no intentions of stopping, none at all. In fact he simply honed in on his ministrations, working harder to push you closer and closer to the edge of the orgasm he knew you had been craving for weeks.

“ Not gonna stop darlin. Ain’t stopping until you come for me. Taste so good, so good “ he murmured against you, curling his fingers and hitting a spot that made you gasp and your body shudder “ there we go, right there “

He flicked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves, looking at you as best he could to gauge your reaction. You were pulling a little painfully at his hair, squirming and rolling your hips against his face. He let you do it. Let you be the one using a man for your pleasure, rather than being the one used for once.

Your sounds were sinful. Melodic. He took it all in. Basked in the noises you made for him, the delicious taste of you on his tongue, drunk on you. On your taste. Your smell.

“ Arthur- Arthur please I- “ you babbled, a slightly smug smile working its way onto his face as he watched your prim and proper facade melt away “ don’t stop “

He hummed an assurance that he wouldn’t, your hips bucking against his face as he did. You were so unbelievably wet, dripping out around his fingers and soaking the hair of his beard. He would never have thought it of you. The way you held yourself around camp, so poised and prim. The accent when you spoke that made everyone else around you sound so common. And yet there you were. On your back in the woods, chasing an orgasm being offered to you by an outlaw. Repeating his name like a mantra.

And not even that of the outlaw you were in love with.

“ Arthur- “

Only seconds later it happened. You held a hand over your mouth as your orgasm hit you, muffling your choked moans, back arching off the ground and walls clamping down on his fingers as he worked you through it. Tongue still working diligently at your clit until you pushed your hand at his head, squirming away a little.

He almost didn’t want to stop. Could’ve happily stayed there a while longer, but moved back, an obscene wet sound in the late night silence as he withdrew his fingers.

He took his fingers to his mouth, sucking the remnants of your climax onto his tongue. Unable to control himself. You watched him do it, mouth slightly agape and eyes half open with some desperate undeniable look of utter desire. He could almost see the way it made you feel, could see you unable to contain the overwhelming feeling of realising you were desired. Wanted.

“ God. You are unbelievable “ you whispered, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and grabbing at his arm. Your fingers looped around his wrist and tugged his hand towards your own mouth. He shook his head with a chuckle, slightly in awe as you took those same two fingers between your red lips.

Your tongue swirled between his digits, plush lips wrapping around them and sucking. Your eyes locked on his as you did. It made his cock ache. He wanted your lips on him, wanted your tongue swirling around his length and milking him dry. He could imagine it if he thought hard enough. The way you hummed slightly in appreciation as you sucked his fingers clean, sent vibrations straight through his bones. Rattling him to the core. But he would never ask that of you. But the thought was one he would hold onto. It made him shift slightly.

“ you ain’t so prim and proper lady “ he murmured as he withdrew his fingers, a string of saliva connecting his fingertips and your lips “ This ain’t very proper of you miss “ Arthur said with a small smile, teasing “ rollin’ around in the dirt with the likes of me “

“ Oh to hell with being proper if it means I get to feel like this “ you said with a small laugh and he kissed you again for what felt like the millionth time. He wondered if you could taste yourself on his lips, smell the heady delicious smell of you on his beard.

He would’ve been more than happy to leave it at that. No matter how badly he wanted to sheath himself inside you and stay there for eternity. His goal had been your pleasure and he had achieved it.

But as he kissed you your hands began working at the buckle of his gun belt, opening it with a skilled ease that made him pull back.

“ Darlin’ you ain’t gotta do that- “

“ shush “ you pushed at him lightly so you could sit up and went to work on the buttons on his pants next “ I want to. I- Arthur take them off “ he made far quicker work of his own clothes than he had of yours and you leant back on your elbows to watch him.

You looked like a pinup girl. Like something he’d seen drawn come to life. Your eyes seemed hungry as you looked at him, dragging down his body and lingering on his rock hard cock. He was practically throbbing with want, the tip an angry shade of pink and leaking precum slightly embarrassingly “ come here. Please. Back down here “

He did as he was asked, crawling back over your body as you eyed him greedily.

“ We really don’t…I mean, If y’don’t wanna- “ his words stuck in his throat as your fingers wrapped around the length of him with a small sigh.

“ I want you to I just…can I ask one thing? “ he couldn’t get the word yes to escape his mouth, your fingers squeezing him softly in a way that made him see flashes of white in his vision. So he simply nodded “ don’t fuck me. Dutch fucks me, make love to me “ you seemed a little embarrassed at the request. But he didn’t think it was embarrassing. In fact he had had no plans to use you as brutally as Dutch. He was almost a little offended you thought he might.

“ Told you, anythin’ you want. You got it “ you smiled softly and pressed another kiss to his lips before laying back down again. He positioned himself over you, caging your head in between his arms. And it truly was incredibly intimate. He wondered when the last time you had had such intimacy was. If you’d ever received such a thing from Dutch.

He spat on his hand and grabbed a hold of his sensitive cock, stroking himself a couple of times to get himself slick. Not that he really needed to, you were already wetter than he’d ever known a woman to be. But the last thing he wanted was your discomfort. He lined himself up with you, eyes trained on your face as he dragged his weeping tip between your folds. You gasped as he caught your clit, still sensitive and alert from your first orgasm.

“ Arthur please “ you whimpered rolling your hips up against him, so desperate to have him inside of you.

“ So God damn wet for me “ he murmured “ such a good girl ain’t ya? “ you whined in answer, fingers wrapping around what you could of his bicep and digging your perfectly trimmed nails into his skin “ gonna make you feel so good I promise darlin’ jus’ like you deserve yeah? “ you whispered out a yes and brought your other hand to the back of his neck. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, still running his cock along the length of your slit. Teasing.

“ Keep looking at me. Please look at me Arthur “ he continued to do as asked. Again. Though his eyes had barely strayed from your face anyway “ I need you so badly “ Eyes locked on yours, he finally pushed into you, he took it slow. Letting you take it inch by inch, watching the look of ecstasy wash over your face. Your eyes fell closed.

He fought to retain his own composure, overwhelmed by the tight, wet, warmth of your walls enveloping him. He could feel every unique ridge and bump that made your cunt oh so perfect, feel every muscle stretch and contract as you adjusted to him.

“ god- oh god “

“ shh shh easy there. I got ya “ he paused once he was seated inside of you, grabbing at your hip with one hand to angle your hips better. Allowing you to comfortably take all of him in. He waited, let you adjust to his size, not daring to move before he got the go ahead from you “ there you go, look at you, takin’ all of me like that. So good f’me “ you basked in his praise, a dopey kind of smile spreading across your face.

“ so much bigger than him “ you whispered with a small laugh and Arthur couldn’t help the smug smile on his face. Kissing you and touching you and making you come on his tongue had been one thing. But having you like this? Having his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, so unbelievably close together. And to then be told that? To know he was about to do you better than Dutch ever had. Ever could. It felt like the biggest fuck you to the man that had been not only mistreating him of late, but also the goddess of a woman beneath him “ I’m good. You can move. Please move “

He didn’t need telling twice. Pulling out almost completely and thrusting back in in one smooth motion. The pace he fell into was just as you’d asked. Loving. Tender. But hard and deep, making sure his hips were flush with yours with every stroke. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulled his face back down to kiss him again.

If anyone had spotted you they’d have easily mistaken you both for a lovesick couple having a private moment to yourselves. The entire thing intimate and passionate. No one would assume it was an affair in motion, hidden away in the woods by the shoreline in fear of your lover finding the pair of you there.

But it was what you wanted. What you had needed. And he felt privileged to provide.

He pulled back from your lips to watch you again, enthralled by the way your face relaxed and twisted in the pleasure he was providing you. You continued to spill those angelic sounds from your throat, growing breathier and higher pitch as he continued to drag his cock against the sopping, sensitive heat of your cunt. He had to focus hard not to finish in seconds. So much build up paired with being practically celibate for months was truly doing him no favours, but he focussed. He wasn’t letting this end until you came once more. You deserved it.

“ Keep those pretty eyes on me “ he murmured as they fell closed again “ that’s it darlin’, look at me there ya go “ everytime he spoke the slightest word of praise you practically beamed, so desperate to hear it. To be told you were good. Beautiful. So different to Dutch constantly yelling at you about how annoying you were, how much your mere presence bothered him these days. So he kept it up.

“ Doin’ so well for me. This pussy it’s perfect, ain’t that right? C’mon tell me “ he urged, still fighting off his ever looming orgasm. The sounds alone was enough to make him want to burst. Sweat slicked skin on skin, the wet sounds of your cunt dripping around the swollen intrusion of him. And those sweet sweet moans of yours.

“ yes “ you whimpered “ it’s perfect “

“ That’s a good girl “ he increased his pace ever so slightly and your hands slipped from his arms to his back, dragging your nails down him to try to pull him impossibly closer to you.

He moved a hand down between your bodies, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, grunting and choking back his own moans as you squeezed him. Like your body never wanted him to leave, gripping his cock with your cunt and making it ever more harder to hold back. He couldn’t help but have a look, glancing down to see the way you stretched around him, mesmerised at the way you took him in so deep.

“ tell me I- oh. Tell me I’m beautiful “ you whimpered, sounding almost like you might cry. From pleasure, from upset. He didn’t know. But he continued to do as asked.

“ you’re beautiful “ he murmured picking up his pace a little more, his sweat slick skin slapping against yours. He was desperate to see you come again. Wanted to see your face up close this time, watch your eyes roll back and your kiss swollen lips part in ecstasy “ so beautiful darlin. Doin’ so well f’me, takin’ me so well “

“ don’t stop, don't stop “ he dropped his head to your neck whispering every word of praise he could think of into your ear, your body arching up against his and whimpering and whining with every word.

“ ain’t ever looked prettier than this “ he whispered, his own voice becoming breathless with the effort “ shit- look at ya, takin’ my cock so well. So pretty darlin’ “

Your second orgasm seemed to shock you as much as him, clawing at his skin to hold him close as your body trembled beneath him, biting at his shoulder to muffle your moans.

He didn’t mean to finish inside of you, had fully intended to pull out. But the way your cunt had squeezed him, the sounds you had made as he pushed you over the edge for the second time.

He muffled his own groan of pleasure in your neck, fingers digging into the dry earth beneath you, spilling load after load whilst fully sheathed inside of you. His entire body tensed, a pleasure he hadn’t felt in an incredibly long time. His heart was hammering in his chest, blood rushing loudly in his ears as it seemed to drag on forever.

And then he came to his senses.

“ m’sorry. Shit. Sorry “ he panted as he tried to compose himself and pushed himself up onto his hands to pull out. But you yanked him back down, arms wrapping around his back again and legs tightening around his waist.

“ no. Please. Stay. Stay right there. Just a moment would you “ he had come to realise in the past.. how long had you two even been out there? However long it was, he’d come to realise he was terrible at saying no to you. Could never possibly even dream to deny you of anything you wanted from him. And so he slumped back down onto his forearms, dropping his head against your shoulder for a moment. Your chest heaved beneath him and you caught your breath, fingers tracing gentle strokes along his spine. He felt he could stay there for hours.

“ You doin’ okay? “ he asked, pressing a light kiss to your jaw when he had composed himself a little more.

“ marvellous Mr Morgan “ you whispered with a small smile “ truly. Marvellous “ he couldn’t help but kiss you again, the long lingering kind meant for two lovers.

After a few minutes you both finally moved, re dressing in silence and then sitting back in your original position against the tree. He handed you a cigarette, lighting it and placing it between your lips.

He wondered what he looked like. Wondered what evidence you had left on him. Had he sweated off the lipstick prints on his chest or were they still there? He knew you had scratched his back up good and proper and would have that reminder there for a few days at least.

“ Thank you. Mr Morgan '' you said quietly after a few silent moments of smoking, blowing out a long stream of smoke “ I mean it I- i'm not sure what I’m supposed to say “

“ Don’t say anythin’ “ he said with a small wave of his hand, appearing as blaise as he possibly could but in reality knowing he wasn’t about to forget that night anytime soon “ its fine. Really. Anytime y’need me, for anythin’, you know where I’ll be “ you smiled and he watched your body relax a little more.

“ you know, i might just take you up on that “

He sincerely hoped you would.

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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ʚsocial media au

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ʚlooks like your brothers are going to be seeing a lot more of lando…but that doesn’t mean the 6 foot rule is up..

ʚnot requested but i just wanted to do a little something! you can read part one here! <3

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angelltheninth · 28 days

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Arthur Morgan Gives You Aftercare and Walks You Home

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, aftercare, nudity, suggestive, kissing, secret relationship, flirting, age-gap, sneaking around

A/N: The scenario of secretly dating Arthur wouldn't leave my mind.

Who knew that you'd be the kind of woman to sneak around with an older man? You didn't for sure, or your friends, or your father, especially him. Is it really sneaking if Arthur was supposed to be your escort and guard anyway? Yes, because you were supposed to be at a meeting, not in the room he was renting. And you sure as hell weren't supposed to be naked in his bed.

"Brought some water and cloth." Arthur entered and locked the door behind him. "Let's get you cleaned up. Open up for me sweetheart."

He was too casual for this, cleaning up the mess he helped make. Your hips twitched upwards when he pressed the wet cloth between your legs. "It's sensitive. You should really learn how to treat a lady right, Arthur."

"I know how to treat a lady. Exactly why I have you in this state. Be still so I can finish here and get you back home before your old man sends an army after me." Arthur's smile was still warm and playful, as were his eyes, now that you got a better look at him.

Stranger, guard, and now your secret lover. Quite a turn of events for a quiet little town like yours. It was more like those romance stories you heard of.

Arthur helped you get dressed as well, asking if anything hurt anywhere. Suposedly he was holding back on you before, yet his strong hands still left marks on your delicate thighs. A reminder of your night together, one that you can call upon in the earliest hours of the morning when your imagination and your hand tend to wander.

He was almost too perfect of a man while in public, treating you with the respect a rich young lady like yourself deserves. "Here's your stop missy. Tell your old man I said hello."

"I will not. He might suspect us furher." Even with that risk you still placed your hands against Arthur's chest and kissed him. His prickly stubble scratched against your skin, making you hold back a laugh. "Thank you for another lovely night."

"The pleasure was all mine." Actually it was very mutual.

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ravengards-rogue · 2 months

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i thought of you so often.

arthur morgan x reader.

✧ tags : fem!reader (gendered language, explicit use of she/her in reference to reader), children / planning on children, generally sappiness, fluff, au where nothing bad happens to arthur hdskjsdkfhsj.

✧ wc : 2.4k (???)

✧ a/n : arthur morgan.... save me arthur morgan....also not a super original thought but i can't Stop thinking about it.

✧ synopsis : a collection of love letters, all unfinished, tucked somewhere you aren't meant to find them. oh, arthur loves you more than you knew.

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You try to keep out of Arthur's belongings.

He's owed some privacy, for one. More than that, you've never felt any reason to look into it. Arthur isn't a man of many words, though you catch moments of his introspection should you pry. He isn't stoic, neither. And above all things, he's kind. Really truly kind in a way that makes him different from other men.

You don't have any complaints about him is what you mean. Unlike the men you've loved before, there are no short-comings of Arthur that would drive you to wanting to investigate his own personal things. Especially something so personal like his journals, prior or present.

On top of that, you were there with him through everything. You were part of the gang and stayed by him when it all fell apart. It was towards the end of that that Arthur came to you near frenzied, told you his plans, his thoughts. Confided in you and no less than begged to go with him where he ran.

You loved Arthur enough to stay, and so things ended - and you ran. There isn't much his journal could tell that you couldn't surmise on your own.

It's been years now, and you've long since left that life. You live with Arthur quietly, peaceful in the moments with a garden and kitty sweet as sugar.

It's a good life. An honest, quiet one sometimes to the point of being boring. You rarely miss the action, though occasionally you'll take up a bounty just to feel alive and make some money.

Mostly though, you live as unassuming folk. No bloodshed, no wardens, no gunslinging.

Been talk between you both about having a baby, recently. Serious talk. You've made some money between here and there, and you've got a good life. You've traveled too. But it gets a little lonely, and you don't really get your fill with just Jack when John and Abi are ways away.

Before anything like that, though - you need to clear some space. Empty out some belongings and things collecting dust. Living in one place for too long creates all sorts of mess, you find. When Arthur is home to help, he does - but he's been busy lately figuring something out with Charles. Some business venture related to ranching that you know nothing about so far. They'll tell you when its ready.

Usually when you're tidying, you keep to just your things, or your shared things - but Arthur has lived more life than you. It shows in that big closet space filled with nick-knacks he has yet to toss.

You'd mentioned it to him not too long ago and he'd given you permission to go through them.

(A kiss to your forehead from chapped lips and hands holding your waist, Arthur hums in acknowledgement as you ask his permission.

"Ain't nothing I gotta hide from you. Do whatever you need.)

But like you said - you try to keep your nose out of his business if it's not necessary for you to be in it in anyway.

You weren't trying to look through his things, really. You started cleaning, worked your way to that last box. Up on a shelf in his closet, a little too high for you to reach easily. You made a misstep and dropped the damn thing. It barely missed your head as the whole thing fell open, and out came journals and papers and photographs.

You've always known Arthur to be sentimental, so none of it has been particularly surprising. A photo of wolves and him on a horse, the picture from John and Abigail's engagement. Some other scraps of sentimental value.

And then there was a journal. Not Arthur's journal that he's always using, but another you've never seen before. You know Arthur journals, seen the thing plenty though you never look unless he shows you first.

A journal with a dark brown stained leather binding, fallen open and your name scrawled out in pencil lead at the top of it.

The curiosity got the better of you, okay? Not your damn fault.

So you're thinking on it.

The fabric of your skirt is pooled out underneath you as you hold the thing in your hands, sitting down on the ground surrounded by things. You've stowed away everything else that fell out from the box after ensuring it was intact, including Arthur's journals. Everything with the exception of the one you're holding.

Some guilt eats at you. You don't wanna upset him potentially by having looked. Even if he gave you permission, looking in the damn thing is a little different. But your name was there so clearly, and well - you didn't think he wrote about you. Apart from here and there, maybe.

You hold the book out in front of you with a sigh, looking fondly at his name ingrained in the leather. You press your forehead against it with, resigning yourself completely.

"Lord forgive my pryin'," You mumble, hoping it's enough to absolve you.

Your heart feels funny as you let your fingers trace over the hard edge of the front cover, one eye shut as you start to open it slow.

The first few pages are nothing special.

A page outlining who the journal belongs to and when it was started, and some doodles of yarrow and oleander. The pages after that filled with mundane entries. About people he met or things he saw, all endearing to you. The corners of your lips tug up slightly.

You really love this man helplessly.

You flip through a few more pages, many of them blank before writing starts to appear again. Little by little, you find passages. You look to the dates up at the corner (though not all of them have one) and trace the timeline. This is from all the way back in Horseshoe Overlook.

It feels like ages ago now.

You look at a page with no date, and reading the writing in it. There's doodles of flowers and trees along the bottom of the page. The words are easy enough to make out - because Arthur has the most unusually beautiful handwriting.

There's some entries about you. At first, they all include your name in some context. Mentioned in the same way Arthur might mention Hosea or Abigail. The further you go, the less you see it. The more you become her and she.

It's a trend. The longer you read, the less there is about anyone else. Just you and all your silly idiosyncrasies tucked between pages. Something lovestruck and foolish lights its match in you.

Saw a body hanging at the tracks at Valentine. A gruesome sight. I told her about it and she laughed. Asked me to take her to see it. A strange woman, by all accounts.

You feel yourself smile a little as you continue to flip through the pages.

She joined me riding into town today. Said she had some business to attend but would not tell me any details. After, she came with me to purchase a new gun. I engraved a snake into it's handle, per her request.

Another few pages littered with drawings of delicate berries and waterfalls before you stumble across more writing. The more you flip, the longer the passages become you.

You can't tear your eyes away.

Rained today. Nothing too terrible or worth mentioning, except that she nearly caught a cold playing in it. I brought her coffee to keep her warm, but could not scold her further upon seeing her delight.

Another passage, this time written with messier hand writing. A coffee stain splatters on the white of the page.

Your heart tugs on itself. Swells about a thousand sizes. To think he wrote so much of your time together between these pages.

You read and read and read - and each passage is a little more mundane at the last. Some pages go on in vivid detail, but others are so short you aren't sure what to make of the fact he wrote them at all. As if such little details were important enough to keep in mind.

I picked a flower for her. I thought it would suit her taste. It was white with delicate petals. I did not know the name.

She wore it in her hair this evening. I find I can't stop grinning.

One passage on the next few pages, longer than the rest, catches your eye. From later in your time together, written when you were in Leymone. Near Scarlett Meadows and before the mess in Saint Denis.

After Arthur had been kidnapped.

I have gone on and on about the business with Colm O'Driscoll in many entries before this one. Yet, I find it difficult to forget. Many times I have come close to death, and still no experience lingers on my mind quite like this one. Everyone has done their best to look after me. For that I am grateful, though I do not care for being looked after. What use am I like this, I wonder? Perhaps, I should simply be grateful to be alive and in one piece, if a little uglier than I was. Alongside Miss Grimshaw and Miss Tilly, she has been by my side while I recovered. Such a carefree woman and yet I have seen her cry and weep over me countless times in the last few weeks alone. The decent man in me is apologetic for causing sorrow. Perhaps, it is the outlaw in me that feels some strange relief or satisfaction. Her fussing does not give me any grief. If anything, I find myself all the more endeared. Such a decent woman does not belong in a place like this. I hope she is able to go somewhere far away and live peacefully. I am not so shameless to want anything more. The time together we have spent, I will make sure to cherish.

Something painful and pitiful tugs at your heart. Even when Arthur admitted his feelings for you, he had started it on a similar tangent. You tell him often that you're the one who feels out of bounds with him. That a man as decent and as honest as him often feels like too much for you to have so easily.

A tear slips from your eye and you laugh at your own sentimentality, wiping it away before it can splatter onto the pages.

The further you read, the more sporadic entries become. You find that there are pages filled with sketches of you, but many of them are scratched out or half erased - like he did not find them good enough. Of your side profile, of your hands, of you pointing at a target with a gun. You feel a strange feeling of love wash over you.

Instead of concrete thoughts, you're met with Arthur's abstract. Subtle complexities and studies. There's honest tenderness in the way he sketches you and the words he chooses to caption each with. Lighter, thinner lines. Smaller doodles like stray daydreams caught onto a page.

You've never doubted Arthur in his love for you, quiet man he is - but it proves to overwhelm when presented to you in such a way.

You get to back pages. There, you're finally met with more writing. Except, instead of journal entries, there's the start of letters. You find your name at the top of the page.

Over and over. Love letters, all unfinished or scrapped. Written over and over and over, but not completed. There's tens of them at least. You've never received a love letter from Arthur before, though it's nothing you fault him for.

Now you're almost glad. You like this much better.

My darling girl My muse The better half of me, I must find some way to tell you all of what I think of you. It seems no words do it justice, I'm afraid. Still, it is in my best interest to try.

Damn that man.

When you find yourself starting to weep, you don't fight the feeling. You merely shut the book closed and set it in your lap before crying into your hands.

Such overwhelmingly happy tears. You feel off balance. If the whole world turned on its head this very minute, you're unsure you'd notice. What a decent, honest man you've come to love. What a tender one.

In the middle of your crying, you don't hear the door open or close. Nor do you hear Arthur's heavy footfall until he's in the doorway, with a voice worried half to death.

"Sweetheart, what in the hell?"

You turn your head to look at him, watching his eyes widen at your tear stained face. You clamber to your feet hurriedly, book dropping onto the ground next to you as you throw yourself at him as soon as you can.

Arthur is a steady enough man not to stumble when you do, though you can feel his apprehension. Eventually, he circles his arms around your waist. His hugs are strong. Bout strong as him and then some. An arm wrapped around your waist, the other crossed over your back all around your shoulder. Full pressure as he squeezes you tight, patting the back of your head.

"I leave you alone for a few hours. What has gotten into you, little lady?"

You pull back and and look at him, wet lashes and all, before leaning up to kiss him. Arthur meets your lips chastely at first before making a noise of surprise as you kiss him further. You use both hands to grab his face as you do, scruff scratching against your skin. His lips are soft, welcoming. He melts into the touch, so easily - blue eyes lovestruck as you pull away.

"You know I love you, don't you Arthur? More than anyone in this crazy world we live in,"

His face softens visibly. He smiles at you, touching his head to yours.

"Somehow, I do. Though, I'm wonderin' what the hell brought this on."

You tuck your face against his chest, feeling his laughter reverb through you at the way you cling to him so fervently. You sniffle as you talk.

"Found your journal. The one about me,"

He goes stiff, then silent. When you look up again, he's blushing red. He pinches his brow.

"Lord, I'd forgotten all about it,"

You shake your head.

"Ain't nothing for you to be embarrassed about. You are so wonderful,"

He pouts at you. Your heart swells. "You ain't helping with the embarrassment."

You hold him further. Hug him so tight, worried he'll disappear if you don't.

"I love you, Arthur."

"You already told me once, didn'tcha?"

"And I'll tell you one thousand times over," You emphasize, pouting at him. "Really. I love you,"

"I love you too sweetheart," His hand cups your face, thumb brushing along your waterline. "Don't cry no more. Spoils that pretty face."

"I'll try but I don't know if it's all out of me,"

Arthur laughs, pressing a kiss against your hairline. "Guess I'll just have to wipe your tears."

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆

#zero.writes #rogues love letters #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 fluff #red dead redemption x reader #this is so lovesick and silly i feel so miserable #I AM A JOHN GIRL. BUT. well that deadbeat father and bastard isnt gonna write you love letters like arthur im afraid

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it's you and me

pairings: arthur leclerc x girlfriend!reader

summary: the one where you are arthur's girlfriend and want to go to a harry styles concert

authors note: my first smau with arthur hope you guys like it 🫶

✩. . . masterlist !

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yn.team y/n mentioned her boyfriend arthur_leclerc in her stories yesterday. what do you guys think?

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leclecs I love how y/n always exposes arthur to us, lol

arthur_leclerc personally, I didn't like it because I know how to park very well

↳ yourusername arthur, you hit a tree!

↳ arthur_leclerc she was in the middle of the parking space

↳ yourusername she was on the sidewalk, amour

ferraricharlos I love this couple

f1week can arthur fight??

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yourusername look who came to pick me up at the airport

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12leclerc where are you guys?

↳ yourusername monaco baby!

↳ 12leclerc SHE REPLIED TO ME!

formula1days who parked the car??

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↳ arthur_leclerc 🙄 I parked it

↳ lorenzotl so it was you who hit the pole because everyone was saying that a ferrari had crashed when leaving the parking lot

↳ yourusername it was arthur, enzo!

↳ arthur_leclerc chéri you should defend me 😭

ferraritears THEY ARE SO CUTE

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yourusername right here, right here spinning out, waiting for ya anddd arthur didn't even get jealous of harry looking at my photo 😎

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arthur_leclerc y/n I took the photo and you were shaking so much that harry asked if you were okay

↳ yourusername guilty as charged 🫣

ynlover you managed to charm him!

arthur_leclerc let's be honest, harry was looking at me 😜

↳ yourusername I'm pretty sure he wanted to be a thruple with us

↳ charles_leclerc oh my lord, what am I reading?

ynarthur what's your favorite song, arthur??

↳ arthurleclerc obviously cinema!

↳ yourusername liar! it's watermelon sugar

f2girl I want a boyfriend to go to harry's concert with me 😭

danielricciardo they didn't even invite me, traitors!

↳ yourusername you were in AUSTRALIA danny

harrygirl the caption being satellite

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arthur_leclerc baby, you and I, we've had our crazy moments, like when you traded me for the one direction boys (just kidding, love!). but through it all, I know deep down that you're mine and I'm yours ❤️

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yourusername who can blame me, it's the one direction love (but I wouldn't trade you for even their concert 😉)

forarthur I want a boyfriend like arthur

yourusername I love you so so so so much

↳ arthur_leclerc I love you more chéri

ynhouse I'm dying from all this cutenes

lorenzotl didn't arthur hate one direction until yesterday?

↳ charles_leclerc y/n made him love the band

↳ yourusername now he knows the whole history and discography of the band

↳ arthur_leclerc cmon now I’m a directioner boy!

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hihomeghere · 18 days

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Salt and Pepper | Arthur Morgan / Reader

Word count : 1.4k Summary : Arthur notices his hair is starting to gray. I saw a post on here about Arthur with salt and pepper hair and I couldn’t stop myself hehe. Warnings/Tags : talk about death, getting old, Arthur loves his wife, no tb, Arthur and reader own a house, mention of past gang members, cursing, lots of fluff, self deprecation on Arthur’s side, bullets, mention of weight gain (in a positive way)

“Godamn ugly bastard.” Arthur huffed, his gaze piercing as he looked into the mirror. He hadn’t meant to have himself a pity party this morning. In fact he was feeling quite fine this morning before looking in the small bathroom mirror. Waking up next to you always puts a spring in his step. Especially when he’s waking up in a real bed, underneath a soft quilt that you happened to sew in some free time. Mismatched patches and all, it was his favorite thing in the small home you two shared. Hell, you were becoming quite domestic ever since the house was completed.

But he wasn’t exactly expecting to find gray hair sprouting from his hairline. He wasn’t that old, was he?

“Jesus.” He sighed, inspecting further he realized it wasn’t one or two gray hairs, it was almost twenty. Hidden under his longer than normal locks after forgoing a haircut for the last couple weeks. He was surprised you hadn’t noticed them, especially with how much you loved to run your fingers through his hair. Although, he loved it just as much, maybe even more.

God, he needed to get rid of these before you saw them. He was sure you had some tweezers around here somewhere. He opened up your drawer, rifling around for your tweezers. Bingo. His hands gripped the small piece of metal, a triumphant smile on his face.

It was only once he looked back up into the mirror, determined to fix this issue before you woke up, that he noticed you padding into the bathroom. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you wrapped your arms around his middle.

“Mornin’.” You hummed, laying your cheek against his bicep, smiling sweetly at him through the mirror.

“Mornin’.” He said, clearing his throat.

“What do you need those for?” You asked, eyeing the tweezers in his hand. Caught red handed, he tried coming up with some excuse.

“Nothin’ sweetheart.” He said, giving you his signature smile, kissing your forehead. He slipped the tweezers into his pocket for safe keeping, at least until he had a free moment without you around. After all those years on the run and he could come up with nothing, Hosea would have been so disappointed in his lack of an answer. He swore he could hear the old man chastising him now.

“For a former outlaw you sure are an awful liar.” You tutted, shaking your head, slipping your fingers into his pocket and pulling out the tweezers.

“Well it ain’t my fault,” He huffed playfully, “Could never get nothin’ past you anyway.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. You removed your hands from around his waist, leaning back on the sink as you looked up at him.

“Spill.” You said raising an eyebrow, your arms crossed over your chest.

Knowing he’d been caught, Arthur hung his head, a low sigh leaving his lips.

“It’s just-“ He cursed, turning to look away from you, “Well I’m goin’ gray.” He admitted, not meeting your eyes.

“And?” You asked in such a nonchalant manner.

“And?” He asked looking up at you, his brows furrowed.

“So you have some gray hairs.” You said with a shrug, “You’re acting like the damn world is ending.” You chuckled softly, a smile tugging on your lips.

“Well-“ Arthur sighed, pursing his lips, he didn’t want to be vain but damn it, it did feel like the world was ending.

“Honey.” You said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Ain’t nothing wrong with some gray hairs.” You said, shaking your head, looking so goddamn patient as always. What he did in a past life to deserve you he would never know, he definitely didn’t deserve you in this one. You smiled, running your thumb over his couple day old stubble. He couldn’t help but sigh softly, leaning into your touch.

“Just makes me feel old ‘s all.” He shrugged, closing his eyes.

“Arthur.” You said softly, he opened his eyes. His bright azure pools looking into yours. “Getting old means we’re still alive.” You said pointedly, not missing the way your fingers trailed lightly down his chest.

He sighed softly, anyone who said he was the most like Hosea had obviously never had a one on one conversation with you. You had shared the same dry wit along with being just as wise as the old man. Sometimes he wondered if the two of you were more closely related than just being adopted by him as a kid.

As your hand settled over his heart, he couldn’t help but remember a time when you didn’t have this place. When his next breath had been an undeserved blessing. When you and Charles had pulled his broken body off that godforsaken mountain. You were right, he should be grateful for these gray hairs and new lines on his face. Should be grateful that he made it this far out west with you, where the air was dryer and slowly his lungs didn’t hurt as bad with each breath.

If anything he should be grateful that you’re here, here in this house. The house that he built specifically for you. That you’re not buried six feet under like most of the fellow gang members. That you didn’t catch a bullet like Lenny or Sean, how he wished they could have had the chance to grown old. Even as mouthy as Sean was, the poor bastard didn’t deserve that. Lenny was just a boy, foolish enough to be sucked in by Dutch’s silver tongue. He shook his head trying to clear any thoughts of the past.

God, along with the fact that somehow both of you still happen to be standing, the fact that you chose to stand by him after everything you went through makes his head swim. You could have left him at any point, hell he had begged you to leave after his death sentence. And yet, here you were.

“Guess you’re right.” He said, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Course I am.” You teased, a smile spreading across your face. You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his. He accepted your silent invitation, pressing his lips against yours. So soft and warm and inviting. He could feel you smile against his lips. That small smile warmed him from the inside out, nearly making his toes curl.

Jesus, he was lucky. More than lucky, he still couldn’t figure out how he had tricked you into marrying him. He wanted to be the best version of himself for you, he had made a promise to try every day to be a better man for you. You shouldn’t be tied down to a miserable old fool like himself.

As if you could read his mind, which he often suspected you could, your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Besides,” You began as you pulled away, “I like the salt and pepper look.” Arthur scoffed, shaking his head.

“Really?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Really.” You nodded, running your hand through his hair. “Think you get more handsome every day.” If anyone was getting prettier every day it was you. Your hair was longer, cascading down your shoulders in waves. No longer tied up in a tight braid or bun. You looked relaxed, at peace. You became softer once you both settled into your new lifestyle. Not just emotionally, although you still had that fire which had first drawn him towards you, like a moth to a flame. You were physically softer, your harsh edges smoothing out as you started to eat and sleep better. Your curves became more prominent, and he certainly didn’t mind having more to hold onto late at night.

Maybe you truly did feel the same about him. He had never known you to lie. A blush settled on his cheeks at the thought. He shook his head, a small chuckle rumbling through his chest.

“Yeah, alright darlin’.” He says taking your face in his hands, kissing you again before you had the chance to embarrass him further.

Maybe getting old wasn’t so bad if you had someone to grow old with.

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #hosea matthews #red dead redemption #rdr #hihomeghere #dutch van der linde #Charles smith #Arthur died??not in my Minecraft server #john marston #fluff

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inblurtub · 2 days

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lovingly siesta | a smau | part 1

pairing(s): youngest sister leclerc!reader x lando norris, youngest sister leclerc!reader x f1 grid (platonic).

warnings: no face claim, age gap (25-18), protective charles leclerc, ooc

might be a multi-parts series

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yourusername it’s outfit check week🤭

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user1 y/n literally living our ferrari girlies dream life

user2 superb with that first outfit, its giving girl boss energy sis😋 keep going

user5 GIRL YOU WERE IN QUEENSLAND I WENT TO QUEENSLAND TOO😭😭😭

charles_leclerc ma pricesse maman’s gunna be mad if she sees the last 3 pics

yourusername keep it a secret from her then arthur_leclerc no i’m going to snitch u up, be prepared yourusername 😵‍💫 you childish sappy kid arthur

charles_leclerc but i love that you wear my hat

user4 charlie are you in search of a brother in law i would love to apply

user3 damn sometimes i forget she’s actually 18 now😭 time flies so fast, i feel like i’ve known her since forever

landonorris very pretty sis

yourusername thanks lan ur so sweet! yourusername @charles_leclerc @arthur_leclerc see! that’s how you guys should react to my pics charles_leclerc no lando that is weird why are you even here🤨??

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yourusername once a ferrari girl, always a ferrari girl. very much proud of my two brothers especially the appendix-less one✨

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charles_leclerc …ok fine i’ll pick you up to party tonight, go get ready (but no drinks)

yourusername done deal 🫶🏻 you know you are my favorite siblings sharl arthur_leclerc what? lorenzotl she said it to everyone yourusername oof

carlossainz55 🗣️ me the smooth operator

yourusername yes you the smooth operator!!!

user7 at this point anyone could see lando staring down (much to my delusion) at y/n

user8 YES SIS i know that couldnt be only me that are delusional 😭

scuderiaferrari will we see you at our next race ms. ferrari😉?

yourusername yes absolutely spare me a seat at my bro’s garage!

you’ve got a text from @lando.not.real

yourusername has posted on her story

↳ charles_leclerc you left without me knowing?

yourusername don’t worry:) i got my friend’s accompany me, i am safe sharl charles_leclerc better tell me next time charles_leclerc wait wdym friend? who is ur friend when you go with ME to a ferrari’s party???

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yourusername is there a price for that? lando.no.real i’m exclusively free for you

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f1smutwriter · 1 month

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so excited to see that youre willing to write about so many drivers i feel like a lot of them do not get enough love. anywhooo maybe arthur x pierres younger sister, where everyone always thought they’d get together and pierre was always just like “no. not gonna happen” but it definitely happened anyway 😩 ly pookie definitely wont be my last time requesting 💁‍♀️

|𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 (𝐚𝐥𝟏𝟐)

Arthur Leclerc x little!Gasly reader

Summary: Little Leclerc and Little Gasly aren’t so little anymore. They end up showing each other their true feelings but how would their brothers react

Warning: nothing just me ugly crying while writing this

Notes: Stop girl thank you so much. I do feel like a lot of the drivers get unappreciated. I love your energy and yes please request more would love to hear your ideas ♡︎

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April 9, 2005

“Look at them both, they’re so cute” Pascale said to mine and Pierre’s mom as they see me and Arthur in the front yard riding bikes together when our older brothers are at karting practice with our dads.

“I feel like those two are gonna get together in the future” My mom said to Pascale while smiling on the front porch drinking tea together. “Arthur you can’t do that you have to go straight no zigzag” I told Arthur the rules again to our game we were playing. “petit lapin that wasn’t part of the rules” he told me while still going in zigzags. “Thur play fair, and y/n that wasn’t in the rules” Enzo said making sure we didn’t argue anymore making Arthur stop and me pouting.

“Look at her pout” Pascale said to my mom pointing at my pout on my face. “Watch he’s gonna feel bad” Pascale laughed softly and without a heart beat Arthur came to me and said sorry. “I’m sorry petit lapin I won’t zigzag anymore” He said to me while holding my hand making me laugh a little.

When I see my dad’s car in the drive way I run to it wanting to see my older brother and Charles. Once they got out the car they had their bags in their hands making me help them. “Soleil it’s too heavy for you” Pierre said to me before kissing my head making me pout because I wanted to help. I skip over to my dad and jump into his arms “Papa I won racing with Arthur” I said to my dad while Arthur is talking with my brother and Arthur “I let her win” he whispered to them loud enough for me to hear.

“Hey no you didn’t I won fair and square” I say pouting at him not liking that he said he let me win. “Okay, okay I’m sorry you won fair and square” He said telling my little five year old self before I skipped to my mom and Pascale. “She could barely reach the petals so Enzo gave her a push” he laughed before going to me and the mom’s. “Maman can I have some water” I asked my mom when she put me on her lap. “Go ask your brother mon amour” she told me softly before kissing my head softly. Instead of asking my brother I skip to Arthur. “Thur can you help me get water” I asked with my puppy dog eyes that got him every time. Without a second to waste he gets up and walks with me to the kitchen.

“Soleil why didn’t you ask me” Pierre called out from the porch stair where him and Charles were talking. “Because Thur does it better” I shouted back before going back to Arthur. “I hope you know she has a crush on my brother” Charles said chuckling to Pierre who was an upset. “No she doesn’t, she’s not allowed to have crushes anytime soon” Pierre said a bit angrily not liking the idea of his little sister having a crush.

“Sorry buddy but she does” Our mom said while chuckling softly while sipping a bit of her tea. All of a sudden they hear my giggles from the kitchen, they all look inside and see me on Arthur’s back as he spins me around a bit. “Told ya” Charles chuckled before making Pierre roll his eyes staring at his little sister and his best friends little brother.

October 14, 2010

“Thur where are you” I call out from outside his room. When he didn’t answer I went to Charles room. “Cha have you seen Thur I have his present but he’s not opening his door” I asked holding his birthday present in my hand. “Yeah he told me to tell you to go in the tree house” Charles said while doing his hair. “Thank you cha” I giggled before running to the tree house hearing Arthur.

“Thur” I sang from the bottom of the tree house before giggling when I see him stick his head out. “petit lapin what are you doing here” he asked me looking confused on why I was at the house so early. “Got you a present that I want you to open in private” I said softly before climbing the ladder to the tree house. He just smile at me helping me up the last step before looking at the present in my hand. “You didn’t have to petit lapin I don’t expect anything” he whispered softly to me holding my hand still.

“Here open” I squealed excitedly giving him the present. He just smiled at my reaction before opening it and seeing a red bracelet. “I know your favorite color is red because of Ferrari so I made you a red bracelet, so that one day when you become a Ferrari driver you have a perfect bracelet” I explain before looking at him. “Do you like it” I asked him before feeling him pull me into a hug. “I love it Mon petit lapin” he whispered softly into my ear making me smile before hugging him back.

“Love you Thur” I whispered to him softly. “I love you too Mon petit lapin” he whispered back to me before we get called down by Charles and Pierre. We get down and Pierre sees the red bracelet on Arthur’s wrist. “She spent all day and night making that for you” he whispered to Arthur before looking at his little sister who was laughing with Charles about something stupid Charles had said. “Really” Arthur mumbled not believing that his petit lapin did that for him. On that very day he realized he was gonna be friends with her forever.

February 14, 2016

“No Thur it’s embarrassing everyone has a valentine but me” I mumbled against my pillow as he just chuckled rubbing my back. “Come on petit lapin, it’s not that bad” he laughed making me groan loudly in my pillow. “It is bad because even you have a date” I grumbled looking at him holding the teddy bear that he got me at the fair. “Your fifteen do you really need a valentine” he says to me softy rubbing my leg to make me feel better.

“You act like you’re so much older then me” I say smiled before looking at him with a bigger smile. “Go have fun your girl is probably waiting for you” I encouraged him to go have fun while holding my bear. “You sure because I don’t have to go” he asked me groan. “Yes go don’t be miserable here with me go have fun on your date Thur” I reassured him before I see him get up and walk out the door to go get ready for his date.

I sigh going into the kitchen and getting by all the good snacks we had. My mom just comes and sees me confused “what’s wrong Mon amour” she asked me seeing me get the good snacks. “No Valentine equals a very sad day maman” I said with a sad smile trying to lighten up the mood. “It’s okay Mon amour there will be many men lined up for you soon” she reassured me kissing my head before going back upstairs.

A few hours I hear the doorbell, then I hear my mom call me down stairs. “Y/n it’s for you amour” she called for me from the door. I groaned getting with my big pajama pants and Pierre’s hoodie that i never gave back going down stairs. “Who is it” I asked from the stairs before going to the door seeing Arthur with a big box of chocolate chips cookies along with white and pink tulips. “Wow look at you she’s gonna love it” I said softly with a smile before fixing his glasses that I loved on him. “Do you like it” he asked me with a smile as I fix his glasses. “Of course I do and she will too” I replied before looking at the beautiful flowers again.

“Well then my girl here are your favorite flowers and since you hate chocolate and can’t be normal whatsoever here is your cookies with chocolate that make no sense” he says to me giving me the flowers and cookies. “Thur what are you doing” I asked him holding the flowers and cookies. “Y/n Gasly, my petit lapin will you do me such an honor of being my Valentine” he questioned making me look up at him with a huge smile on your face. “Are you being serious right now” I asked almost about to cry from the sweet gesture.

“Actually now that I think about it I asked the wrong Gasly” he grinned at me making my eyes roll automatically. “Your stupid Leclerc” I said before hugging him wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not as stupid as you Gasly” he whispered to me wrapping his arms around my waist. My mom and dad just looking at us with awe on their faces when Arthur did all that for me. “I got more stuff in the car like food from your favorite restaurant, your favorite drink and everything else Mon petit lapin” he said softly kissing my head making me look up at him with the biggest smile on my face.

That was the day I realized I was in love with Arthur Leclerc.

November 18, 2023

Me and Arthur are walking down the strip of Las Vegas for the very first time. “This is Las Vegas, don’t really get the hype” Arthur laughed while walking around and looking at all the buildings. “Well Las Vegas is about gambling and drinking so” I giggled swinging our hands back and forth. “Yeah my pockets are done for the day” he told me before we walk in the lobby of our hotel. “Wanna go bother Pierre and Charles” I asked him with a slight smile on my face making him chuckle. “Let’s go” he says dragging me to the poker game they were playing with the other f1 drivers

“Hey tripod” I say to my brother before kissing his cheek and placing my head on his shoulder. “Soleil go bother someone else like max he’s winning right now” he whispered to me so no one else heard him. “No he scares me” I whispered back making him laugh and me just giggle. “Just go please and I’ll buy you sushi tomorrow” he offered making me going over to max placing my chin on his shoulder. “Max verstappen what are you doing on this fine evening” I say before he looks at me making me smile big and bright.

“Trying to ignore a certain Gasly” he says back with the same smile making me laugh. “Okay, okay I’m sorry please forgive me” I said before going to Arthur and sitting next to him at the booth where the rest of the drivers were. “I just realized is little Leclerc and Little Gasly dating” Max Fewtrell asked Lando who was drinking his drink. “Yeah they’ve been dating for like a while now, I think their childhood sweetheart.

“Wanna go back up and order room service” Arthur asked me while rubbing my thigh softly. “Always” I whispered before getting up off him and going to the elevators. “I still can’t believe you still have this” I say holding his hand and pointing at the red bracelet I made on his twelfth birthday. “A very special girl made it for me” he whispered softly to me before we walk to the room. “Yeah how special is she” I asked softly still holding his hand.

“Well she’s really special, the day she made me this was the day I fell in love with her” he says to me softly making me stop in my tracks. “W-what” I stuttered softly not believing the words that came out of his mouth. “I said the day she made me this was the day I fell in love with her, even though it was my twelfth birthday and she was 10 I fell hard” he whispered softly to me making me tear up.

“Please tell me you’re not joking, because if you are imma die Leclerc” I ranted fast making him look at me with his smile. “Never Mon petit lapin” he said before holding my face and kissing me. I kiss him back the guy I’ve loved for the past eleven years. The boy I had a crush on at five years old. I was kissing him I was finally kissing him.

He pulled away putting his forehead on mine. “I love you so much Mon petit lapin” he says while he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I love you so much more Thur” I say back tearing up happy tears now that I finally had the love of my life in my arms. He kissed me the man that I’ve been in love with for eleven years counting finally kissed me.

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March 6 2024

“Gosh this feels so surreal” Charles said fixing Pierre’s and his bow ties in the back room. “I know I mean I always knew they were gonna end up together but wow it doesn’t feel real” Pierre said softly tearing up realizing his little sister his Soleil was gonna get married. He hugs Charles tearing up in his shoulder as Charles tears up with him.

“Oh come on I can’t have my best men cry on me” Arthur says before hugging them both softly laughing at the two. “Bunch of cry babies” he teased them before Pierre pulls away. “Hey my baby sister is gonna be a Leclerc let me have my moment” Pierre told him before wiping away his tears and looking at Arthur. My dad calls for Arthur telling him it’s time. “Promise me you’ll take care of her” Pierre said looking at him with a smile.

“I promise” Arthur said back before hugging him quickly making his way down to the doors where everyone is. They open the door for him and he walks down the aisle first seeing everyone he loves is there. His mom, my mom, all our friends and family. He makes it down to where the priest is taking his spot before all the maid of honors and best men walked down with each other. After then were the flower girls spreading white and pink tulip petals. After them I come in with my arm entangled with my dad’s as he tears up and tells me how much he loves me. He walks me down to my spot in front of Arthur where he mouths to me with tears in his eyes how beautiful I was.

The priest starts the reception not hearing anything but just staring at Arthur with so much love in my eyes showing him I couldn’t wait to be his forever. “Do you y/n, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live” the priest says to me making me squeeze his hands a bit making sure he knows I will first. “I do” I say softly while looking into Arthur’s eyes.

“And Do you Arthur, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live” the priest asked Arthur making him squeeze my hand like I did to him. “I do” he said back to me making a smile pop up on my face along with tears. I turn around and grab the wedding band from Kika and he turns around to grab it from Pierre. I slide it on his ring finger as he slides his on mine.

“I know pronounce you husband and wife, Arthur you may now kiss your bride” he said making Arthur grab me and kiss me softly. Feeling the feeling I’ve had in my body for eleven years slowly come back. I kissed him back before pulling away as everyone is clapping for us. I grab his hand and we both walk down the aisle hand in hand going to the car to go to our honeymoon. I kiss him one last time before kissing and hugging everyone good bye before I get in the car where Arthur is waiting for me. “So Mrs. Leclerc Gasly where would you like to go first” Arthur asked me as he puts the car in drive.

“Anywhere you are Mr. Leclerc Gasly” I said before rolling down our windows and driving off wherever we will go. Only we know that and that’s only for us to know.

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Notes: I’m not crying you are. I know you asked me something so little but I just had to make it um how do you say it. ✨extra✨ which made the story a masterpiece. I did this scene twice because I forgot to save it and I left and everything went with me sooo. I really hope you like it and more story’s coming soon.

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