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queenxxxsupreme · 2 years

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Captive (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

A/N: I am in a huge Arthur Morgan mood.... if anyone couldn’t tell....

Warnings: nothing outside of canon, gore, violence, hints at assault but nothing happens, brief description of wounds, angst, fluff

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: On your way back to camp, the O’Driscolls attack.

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You leaned against Arthur’s shoulder, humming softly as you watched the road ahead. Arthur turned his head to kiss your hair. Your hand on the inside of his elbow squeezed softly.

The night air was chilly. Millions and millions of stars littered the dark sky. A small sliver of the moon hung in the sky above the road just ahead.

Accompanied by the sounds of the wagon wheels turning over rock, you could hear a slew of wildlife in the surrounding woods. Raccoons, owls, cicadas, crickets, even coyotes and foxes could be heard. Of course most of these animals were running away from the sounds of the wagon that moved along the road.

The wagon lurched suddenly as it hit a bump in the road.

“Helps if you keep your eyes on the road.” Charles spoke from the back of the wagon.

You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Charles.” Arthur apologized.

You yawned into the back of your hand, shaking your head a little as if to shake the sleep away.

“Just a little longer, pumpkin.” Arthur spoke. He wanted to reach over and offer you some sort of comfort, to put his hand on yours or to put his arm around you, but both of his hands held the reins to the horses that pulled the wagon.

“How much longer?”

“Maybe twenty minutes. Wouldn’t you say, Charles?”

Charles said nothing.

You looked over your shoulder to see Charles was looking into the woods to the right of the wagon.

“Charles?” Arthur turned his head to look back at the man. “You still back there, buddy?”

“Something doesn’t feel right.”

Your stomach sank at his words.

Arthur immediately tensed up. Blue eyes began to search the woods more thoroughly as the wagon continued to travel.

“How long you been feelin’ that way?” Arthur kept his voice low.

“Not long. Just a few minutes.”

“You think we should stop?” You asked, turning to look at Charles again.

“No. Keep going.”

“Luckily, we ain’t got a full wagon.” Arthur said. “If things go south, y’all hold onto something tight. The horses can move fast but it’ll be a bumpy ride.”

“I think we’re being followed.” Charles thought out loud.

Before anyone had a chance to say anything else, the sharp pop of a gun going off echoed through the night. An explosion beneath the wagon caused it to be knocked over, throwing everyone from inside of it.

Your ears rung and there was a sharp pain in your left wrist. Your head hurt too, but you chalked that up to your ringing ears.

It took a few moments for you to realize what had happened and where you were now that the wagon was practically turned upside down. You were on your back in the mud staring up at the starry night.

You tried to roll over to get to your feet, but when you made any attempts to move an agonizing pain shot through your right leg.

You cried out, looking down to see that your leg was pinned beneath the wagon.

“Y/N!”

You turned your head in the direction Arthur’s voice came from. He was at the edge of the forest, pushing himself to his feet and trying to make his way towards you. He didn’t get very far before all hell broke loose.

Bullets flew in every direction. You couldn’t even tell which way they were coming from.

You could only see Arthur draw the gun from his hip and start firing across the river.

“Charles!”

“Over here!” His voice came from the other side of the wagon. You couldn’t see him but you prayed he was okay.

“It’s a goddamn trap!” Arthur gritted out.

“I can see that!” Charles said.

You tried desperately to get your leg unstuck, knowing that they needed your help against whoever it was that was attacking you. You also knew that your survival depended on you freeing yourself.

“Easy, pumpkin.” Arthur knelt beside you. “Charles! I need you over here now! Y/N is stuck!”

You could feel the wind of bullets rushing past you and hear them hitting the wood of the wagon.

You cried out as Arthur tried to lift the wagon himself but only managed to lift some of the weight. He wouldn’t be able to do it himself.

“Charles!”

You collapsed back against the mud, the pain causing you to see spots.

You blinked a few times, staring up at the trees above.

“Y/N?” Charles’ voice sounded muffled and distant. “Y/N, keep your eyes open.”

“Charles.” You turned your head towards him.

When you opened your eyes, you found that he was kneeling next to you.

The next few moments happened so slowly.

He said something to Arthur and then moved to get a hold on the wagon. They both pulled and managed to lift it up just enough for you to try to pull your leg out.

“You got it?” Arthur asked Charles. Both men could see that you weren’t able to move very well. Your leg was probably broken. You would need help.

“I’ve got this.” Charles grunted as he adjusted his hold on the wagon. “Get her!”

Arthur didn’t need to be told twice. He let the wagon go and rushed to you, hands grabbing your arms and pulling you away just out of reach of the wagon.

Charles struggled to hold the wagon but managed to keep it up until you were out of the way. Then he let it go and ducked down behind it.

Arthur still kept his hand firmly on your arm, practically dragging you back to the safety of the wagon.

“Shit.” He cursed, blue eyes glancing over the wound on your leg. There was blood all over your pant leg, and mud was caked to one side of the material.

“Help him.” You could hear gunfire still, but it sounded distant. You turned your head in search of Charles, expecting to find him far away. But he was right beside you, firing his gun over the top of the overturned wagon. “Charles?”

“Charles! Y/N don’t look too good!”

“She’s about to pass–,”

Your vision went black.

***

“Y/N? Pumpkin, you gotta wake up.”

Your eyelids were heavy as you tried to force them open. You could hear Arthur whisper your name. Your head moved a little, and that was when a sharp pain in your temple made you gasp.

“Arthur.” Your voice was raspy.

“Right here, pumpkin.”

You opened your eyes, blinking a few times until you could finally see, then lifted your head.

The room you were in was dark, but there was an oil lamp resting on the table next to you that provided just enough light so that you could see across the room.

Arthur’s hands were bound above his head and he hung from the ceiling, his boots barely touching the ground.

Your eyes met his, brows furrowing together. You tried to move, only to find that your hands were restrained behind your back. You looked down to see that you were in a chair.

“Arthur–,”

“I know, I know.” He looked up at his hands and gave a tug, trying to pull the knot apart.

You looked around but nothing seemed familiar.

“What-What happened?”

“We were ambushed comin’ outta Strawberry.”

“Charles. Is he….?” You trailed off.

“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I-I don’t know. Didn’t see him get out. But I didn’t see him go down either.”

You started to move your legs to see if they were maybe tied together too, but the second you moved your right leg, pain shot through you.

You cried out at how bad it hurt, leaning forward and taking a few breaths.

“You alright, pumpkin?”

“My leg.”

“Got it caught under that wagon.”

You nodded lightly, recalling when an explosion had caused the wagon to tip over.

“I can’t see too much from here, but you were bleedin’ earlier.” Arthur’s eyes flickered over to the door for a very brief moment. “Look at me, pumpkin.”

Your eyes met his.

“The first chance you get, Y/N, you run–,”

“I’m not leaving you–,”

“Yes, you are–,”

“No! I–,”

“Damn it, woman!” He whispered loudly. He didn’t want to chance anyone hearing either of you. “Just do what I say, please. I’m- Y/N, I’m beggin’ you, pumpkin.”

You held his gaze, your jaw locked tightly as your stomach was twisted up into terrible knots.

Just as you were about to speak, the door to the room opened.

A man walked in. He was tall and slim with dark greasy hair swept back behind his ears.

Behind him, two more men entered. They lingered near the door with large guns in hand.

“Mr. Morgan. You are a hard man to find.” His Irish accent wasn’t nearly as thick as that of every other O’Driscoll you had come across in the past.

“Let the lady go. She ain’t a part of this.”

The man’s eyes settled on you. He cocked his head to the side, taking a few steps towards you.

“What’s your name, lass?”

You glared up at him through your lashes, refusing to speak.

A smile formed on his face, however it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was sinister and troublesome.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed your jaw, wrenching your face up so that you had no choice but to look at him.

“I asked you a question, lass. It’d be in your best interest to answer me.”

You had never had the best temper, especially when it came to anyone putting their hands on you. In a moment of anger, you spat in his face.

He stepped back, releasing your face and cursing. He wiped his face as a laugh rumbled in his chest.

“Where did you find this one, Morgan? She’s feisty.”

Arthur said nothing. He was all too focused on trying to think of an escape plan while also trying to keep his mind from wandering to all of the possible terrible scenarios that could happen.

The one who seemed to be in charge, who had done the talking and asked you for your name, looked over to the two men that stood at the door.

“If she doesn’t want to give us her name the easy way, then I suppose we can do it the hard way.” He flicked his head in Arthur’s direction.

You watched, lips parting as one of the men left the doorway and went to Arthur. Using the butt of the rifle in his hands, the man hit Arthur in his stomach.

“No!” You shouted, lurching from your seat in a desperate attempt to get to Arthur. But the one in charge stopped you, his hand finding your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but having his hand there was extremely uncomfortable.

“Do you want to try that again, lass?” The man asked, quirking a brow up in amusement. “What kind of name does a pretty one like you have?”

You didn’t even get a chance to answer him before the man next to Arthur hit him again.

“That wasn’t a fair hit now, was it, Sebastian?”

Sebastian, the man next to Arthur, smirked.

“Y/N! My name is Y/N!”

“That wasn’t so hard, Y/N.” The man next to you moved his hand from your neck up to your jaw. “Tell me, Y/N. Where is Dutch Van der Linde right now?”

“I don’t know who that is.”

The sound of Arthur grunting in pain made you want to look at him, but when you tried, the man in front of you stopped you. He kept his hand on your jaw, holding you with enough force to probably cause bruises.

“How long do you think Mr. Morgan can last, darling?”

“I’m okay, Y/N!” Arthur shouted.

He was hit twice more. You held the man’s gaze, glaring up at him as you thought of how you’d kill him when you were free.

“How does that shoulder look, Sebastian?” The man let you go and took a few steps in Arthur’s direction.

You looked over to Arthur, meeting his gaze. He did his best to hide his emotions, to remain stoic as the leader approached him.

“Not too good, Aiden.” Sebastian put one hand on Arthur’s shoulder and pressed his thumb into the bullet wound.

Arthur clenched his teeth together, bowing his head in an attempt to hide his pain from you.

“Well that’s a damn shame.” The leader, Aiden, shook his head mockingly.

“I wonder if the lass would talk if we put another bullet in him.” The third man who remained by the door snickered.

“Straight through his fuckin’ skull.” Sebastian chuckled, drawing the handgun from a holster on his hip.

The sound of shouting outside took the attention of the O’Driscolls’ away from Arthur and you.

“Connor, go see what all the noise outside is for.” Aiden ordered the third man who stood by the door.

No more than ten seconds after he had left, a gun went off.

“Ah, shit. Come on, Sebastian.” Aiden pinched his brow and moved towards the door.

You watched them carefully, listening for any signs of what was going on outside.

As soon as the door to the room closed, your eyes found Arthur.

“Ar-Arthur.” Your voice cracked.

“Hey, hey.” His voice was gentle as he spoke to you. He could see a look on your face, one that he had never seen before. You were giving up. “Everything is going to be just fine, pumpkin.”

“How? We are outnumbered and we don’t know where we are.”

“That’s never stopped us before. You remember when we were in Montana and there was another gang going after the same bank we were trying to rob? You remember how it was just you and me that mornin’ against those fellas? How many do you reckon there were?”

You shook your head softly. He was trying to cheer you up but it wasn’t working. These were O’Driscolls you were dealing with, not bank thieves.

“Y/N? Look at me, pumpkin.”

You brought your eyes to look up at Arthur.

“I love you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding your head.

“Love you too, bear.”

Arthur looked around the room, trying to think of a plan. There was no way he was going to just let you both sit there and die at the hands of the O’Driscolls, but if whatever plan he thought up failed, you both would surely end up dead.

“How tight are your hands tied, pumpkin?”

“Pretty tight. I’ve been trying to get them loose but they tied them funny.” You winced as you twisted your wrist around. You had rubbed a raw spot on one side of your wrist from the rope.

The door opened and in walked Aiden.

You tensed up when you saw that he was holding a handgun by his side.

“I’m not known for my patients. One of you best start talking.”

“Why don’t you let the lady go?” Arthur suggested. “Then we can think about talking.”

Aiden raised his brows, taking a few steps towards the both of you.

“Are those your terms, Morgan?”

Arthur remained silent, sensing that the question was rhetorical.

With no warning, Aiden backhanded you. Almost immediately you could taste something metallic in your mouth and your lip burned.

“You ain’t in any position to be making requests, arsehole.”

Though you couldn’t see him, you could imagine the glare in Arthur Morgan’s eyes.

You spat blood out on the floor then leaned back in your seat, your eyes finding Aiden.

“M’sorry for putting my hands on ya, love.” He caressed the side of your face with his knuckles. “But I can’t have Morgan thinkin’ he’s in any place of power. You understand, don’t ya?”

“Go to hell.” You spoke through clenched teeth that were covered in a bit of blood.

Aiden chuckled, amused. He placed one hand on the back of your seat and leaned down so his mouth was close to your ear.

“I like a gal with a fire inside ‘er.” He whispered.

His disgusting breath caused chills to spread down your spine.

“Don’t you put your goddamn hands on her again.” Arthur began to try to pull against his bonds, but it was no use.

Aiden didn’t care to pay attention to Arthur as he knew what was restraining him was too strong for him to break out of.

You held Aiden’s gaze, refusing to show him fear as he kept his face just a few inches from yours.

“I wonder just how angry we can make Mr. Arthur Morgan.”

Your stomach began to churn at that moment.

Your eyes very briefly flickered to Arthur, who appeared to have a look of fear and anger on his face.

But you couldn’t hold his gaze for too long. You needed to think of a plan, and you needed to do so quickly.

“Would- Would that mean I live?” You asked quietly, your voice sounding meek and timid.

“For now.”

You dropped your gaze from Aiden’s, falling into the roll of the subservient captive.

Aiden smirked, taking hold of your jaw. Your head was harshly tilted up, forcing you to look up at him.

“Finally realizing ya ain’t gonna get outta this one?”

“I-I just– I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything. Anything, please.” You whispered, voice trembling.

“Y/N, no!”

“Shut it!” Aiden shouted to Arthur.

Aiden shifted where he stood, tucking his gun into the holster on his hip.

“I’ll do anything.” You repeated, keeping your eyes on Aiden.

“Of course you will. Whores always do.” He started to unbuckle his belt.

You panicked for a moment, your heart beating fast in your chest.

“Wait! Wait! You’re– You’re leaving me tied up?”

“Of course I am. I ain’t dull.”

“But…. But then I can’t be useful to you.” Your eyes fell to his boots for a moment. You felt disgusting even suggesting these things with an O’Driscoll.

“Sure you can.”

“No, no! I-I can– I can show you a real good time.” You said. “I just can’t do what you- what you want me to do tied up like this.”

Aiden furrowed his brow, listening to you for a few moments.

“You’re trying to trick me, aren’t you? So I let you out and you try to run!”

“I have a lame leg.” You nodded to your injured leg. “A wagon fell on me when your boys attacked. I’m not going anywhere you don’t want me to.”

Aiden thought about it for a few moments, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He could see the wound on your leg and he could see how your pant leg was covered in blood.

“I suppose you’re right.”

As he began to cut your binds, adrenaline started to pump through your veins. It was now or never. You had one shot.

Just as he was cutting the last rope around your ankle, you threw your head forward to smash your forehead against Aiden’s nose.

He staggered back, crying out and bringing his hand up to cover his profusely bleeding nose.

“Ah! You fucking bitch!”

You shot out of the chair and picked the chair up, then used it to knock him to the floor. As he was down, you picked up the knife he had dropped on the floor.

“Atta girl!” Arthur cheered you on as you cut him down.

You turned back to the O’Driscoll, wanting to finish him off.

Aiden was writhing on the floor, holding his bloody nose when he saw you. He quickly reached for his gun but you kicked him in the side.

“Sick bastard.” You reached down for his gun, disarming him of any of his weapons.

“Please! Don’t! I-I just had orders!”

You tossed the gun aside, knowing it would draw too much attention. Instead, you chose to use his own knife to kill him.

Arthur placed his hand on your back as you stepped away from the now dead O’Driscoll. He kissed the side of your head, his hand pressing firmly into your back.

You didn’t get any time to ask him if he was okay before the front door burst open and in rushed John and Javier.

“Shit.” John let out a sigh of relief. “Are we glad to see you.”

“Charles, is he–,”

“He’s fine.” Javier cut you off, nodding his head as he moved towards you. “He looks a lot better than you two.”

“Where’s he at?” Arthur asked.

“At camp. Dutch wouldn’t let him come out after what happened.” Javier explained. “Got a nasty hit on the head, but he’s okay.”

“Let’s get you guys home.” John offered Arthur help but he didn’t need it as much as you did.

The adrenaline had worn off and now your leg hurt all the way up to your hip and your toes were even going numb.

Javier put your arm around his shoulders and helped you out of the cabin.

You could see numerous dead O’Driscolls scattered around. Bill and Micah were by the horses, waiting for the rest of the gang.

“I’ll take Arthur. You’ve got her?” John asked Javier.

“Yeah.” Javier nodded his head. “Is that alright, Y/N?”

“Of course.” You told him. “You boys couldn’t have come at a better time.”

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“Easy now, Y/N.” Karen held your arm as you slipped down into the warm water of the tub.

“Thank you, Karen.” You settled against the side of the tub, letting out a breath. Your leg was hurting beyond belief and you couldn’t walk far without help, hence Karen assisting you into the tub.

“Course. Is there anything I can do for ya before I go?”

“I don’t think so. Thanks again.”

She nodded and slipped out of the tent.

You picked up the cloth on the side of the tub and dipped it into the water. Using the chunk of soap on the side of the tub, you lathered up the cloth and began to wash yourself off starting with your arms.

Your mind began to wander back to the events of earlier that day.

The lapels to the tent were pushed aside and in stepped Arthur Morgan.

Your eyes met his.

He had yet to wash himself up. He had been too busy telling Dutch of what happened and then of making sure you were okay.

“Hey, pumpkin.”

“Hi, bear.”

He took his hat off and placed it on a side table, then moved a stool closer to the tub so he could sit next to it.

Wordlessly, he rested his arms along the sides of the tub and took one of your hands.

You found yourself tearing up as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Ar-Arthur.” Your voice was shaky.

He looked up at you, his own eyes glossy in the oil lamp light.

“Shit, pumpkin. I-I was scared today.” He admitted quietly. He gave your hand a squeeze.

“Me too.”

Arthur looked down to your leg.

“To think that bastard almost–,”

“I was willing to do whatever I needed to get us out of there.” You stopped him from continuing. His blue eyes flickering up to meet yours. “Whatever I needed.”

“Don’t ever think you gotta do that again, Y/N.”

“He was going to hurt you, Arthur.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care.” He shook his head. “I don’t want you to go through that.”

He reached his hand out to cup your jaw, his thumb wiping a tear from your cheek.

“There were a few minutes I thought we weren’t gonna make it home.” You leaned into his hand. “They had us, bear.”

“But they don’t no more.” He kissed your forehead. “I got you, and you got me.”

“Always.”

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Freedom: A John Shelby Mini Fic

Chapter Eight: 2764 words

The next day, Alice awoke first, momentarily confused by her surroundings until she felt the comforting warmth surrounding her and smelt that familiar scent of tobacco and cinnamon. As she remembered the previous night, a grin formed upon her pink lips and a giddiness in her stomach. John's muscular arms were loosely laid across her body and his handsome head rested on the pillow beside hers.

A pale beam of early morning sunlight peaked through the curtains and illuminated his chiseled physique, bringing a grin to Alice's face and she almost let out an elated giggle, completely awe struck by the man.

Gently, she tried to remove his arm in order to go downstairs and make breakfast, but he groaned and held her tighter, half opening his eyes for a second and murmuring something before closing them again.

"I was gonna make us breakfast, I should probably get going soon." Alice whispered, unsure if John was actually conscious enough to understand her.

Another groan left his mouth before his eyes opened again, this time fully, and almost instantly a smile formed at the corners of his lips as he looked up at the woman beside him. Her hair was messy as was the loosely fitting pyjama top he'd lent her; the white cloth hanging from her chest revealing the outline of her breasts very clearly - especially in the cold morning air.

"Heavenly." He thought to himself before squeezing her tightly again and pulling her under the covers.

"No breakfast. Stay here." He grumbled, burying his face into her side.

Butterflies were going crazy in Alice's stomach as an involuntary blush formed on her face.

"I'm so lucky." She thought before sliding back down in the bed to face him.

His expression was still sleepy and she laughed quietly at that, warming back into his arms. She'd never felt so safe and comfortable beside a man before, let alone loved, and it almost felt too good to be true.

"Okay. But not for long. I have to get to work." She quietly responded, interlocking her fingers with John's before closing her eyes again.

"Nah you don't. I'll tell Arthur to fuck off." He smirked slightly, his eyes still open and watching Alice intently as she smiled at his response, sleepily sinking into the pillow.

She wasn't going to argue with that after all, who could resist a day off work spent in the arms of John Shelby?

So, she snuggled tightly into his chest with a happy sigh and drifted back to sleep again whilst John silently watched her for a while, feeling really hopeful for the first time in a long time.

The previous night couldn't have gone more perfect. From her carefree dancing; the gleam it gave her eyes and how it made his stomach whirl, to the romantic confessions and subsequent expression of love. He hadn't experienced bliss with a woman like that before, even continuing into the morning after - usually he had no interest in there even being a morning after.

The bliss didn't last for much longer though.

An hour later, just as John had drifted off to sleep again, the front door slammed open and in stormed Arthur.

"Ain't you been told to lock that door!" He shouted through the house, shocking Alice awake too.

John quickly pulled the blanket up to her neck as Arthur made his way upstairs - knowing he would also just storm into the bedroom without any consideration as he had into the house. His brother sounded angry which was a bad sign, so John rolled out of the bed in preparation for some immediate action.

"What's happening?" Alice whispered but Arthur's shout cut her off.

"Wake up John! And where's Alice-" his loudness was also cut off when he walked into the room, doing a double take and half smiling for a second before returning to his serious expression.

"Both of you needed now, Tommy's called a meeting. We're dealing with the Turks today." He spoke quickly and went to leave the room before John responded.

"What do you mean both of us? She ain't involved." John scowled at his brother as he buttoned up his shirt.

"You tell that to Tommy." Arthur scoffed before turning to Alice with an awkward nod and then leaving.

She too rolled out of bed and began getting dressed, matching John's speed as she sensed the urgency despite her confusion. A big part of her was excited, interested in the secrets of the family business and the lives they lived. Only a small part was nervous.

John on the other hand was full of dread, his blissful morning now becoming a potentially hellish one. His silence alerted Alice to his worry and she moved to comfort him, interlocking her fingers with his before heading out the front door.

"I'm sure it'll be okay John." She softly spoke before placing a gentle kiss on his lips "I have faith in you."

A small smile began to tease at the corners, but her beautiful, innocent eyes soon brought them back down as he thought about the horrors they'd already seen and now the new horrors his desensitised brother potentially wanted to introduce.

With a heavy sigh, he planted a kiss on the top of her head before mumbling "Just don't agree to anything stupid" and opening the heavy wooden door.

The walk to the family home was swift and silent, only being a road away, and the air was thick when they arrived.

Polly sat at the table, smoking a cigarette and impatiently tapping her fingers against the varnish whilst Tommy and Arthur were stood still, leant against their chairs. All eyes landed on Alice and the silence was becoming unbearable as she realised things might be more serious than she'd thought.

"What's going on then?" John took a sharp intake of breath and stared at his brother with thin eyes, drawing the stares from Alice to him.

"Ergin was at that club last night. Saw the two of you having a great time." Tommy answered with an equally unfriendly gaze.

"Well I didn't see him. Didn't see any Turks in fact. And what's it matter if I did? Weren't their territory."

Tommy was silent for a moment, a million thoughts going through his head as he looked at his younger brother - projected through his icy glare - and then he turned to face Alice.

"One of his men recognised you. They know your husband, Jones Buckley; said they started business recently."

Instantly, the heavy feeling in John's gut doubled and Alice's tripled, her hands starting to shake slightly even at the mention of the man. God, it had been a long time since she heard the last name he'd forced onto her, and it made her feel sick. She wondered how Jones could've even come into conversation, how a man associated with the Turks would've ever even have seen her with him before.

But then a painful memory of a tanned man visiting the campsite in search for a cheap whore struck her, and she realised that there had been a man at the club last night who had seen her at her most vulnerable - and she hadn't even noticed him.

That made her feel more sick, even more scared, although those feelings quickly deflected into anger.

"So this is kind of a two birds with one stone situation, if you agree of course." Tommy continued, grounding her to reality again.

"What do you mean, Tommy? Agree to what?" Alice quickly spoke in an uncertain tone.

He took a sharp drag on his cigarette before continuing, not looking at all at his younger brother despite the intense glare he was sending his way. John's mind was also racing; the reveal of the secret last name making him feel even worse than he thought it would. That and the fact that Tommy found it out before he did.

"You distract Ergin and his closer men while we take care of his soldiers. He wants you to dance and fuck. I told him he could for a night-"

"Are you fucking mad!" John finally snapped and shouted, cutting Tommy off and storming towards him, much to Alice's shock. Arthur quickly stepped between the two as John's fists started to ball and Tommy resumed his standard, unamused face.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me Tommy. You're taking the fucking piss-"

"Let him finish!" Polly loudly interrupted John and put the room into silence again.

Tommy cleared his throat, turning back to Alice before continuing. "You wouldn't actually have to sleep with him, or anyone, he just thinks you will. I've got something for you to put in their drinks, it'll take fifteen minutes to kick in, if he tries to have you in that time I've got a gun you'll be able to hide in a handbag but the blinders should be in the room before anything happens-"

"So you want me to potentially murder multiple men for you, at a relatively high risk to myself?" Alice interrupted him with a raised eyebrow, sensing how bad Tommy wanted - maybe even needed - her to do this task and enjoying the power it gave her over him. The part about her husband gave her an intense pang of anxiety again though, what did he have to do with all of this? It couldn't be good.

"What do I gain from this? What does my husband have to do with anything?" Her voice sounded cool now despite the anxiety she really felt.

Everyone was slightly taken aback to hear her call him her husband - everyone except for John. She'd never spoken about her time away to anyone in the room other than him and it remained somewhat of a mystery to everyone else. All they knew was that he was a bad man - a bad man that John was desperate to kill - and certainly hadn't earned the title of 'husband'.

Of course, Tommy showed no reaction though and continued talking calmly - as if he wasn't actually mentally praying for her to agree to the plan. He and Arthur had worked out the initial part of catching Ergin's attention, they just weren't counting on her and John's revenge plan falling into the mix - although it potentially made the plan even more perfect.

John on the other hand, completely uninformed, was horrified, angrier at his brother than he'd ever been and terrified of something happening to Alice. He stood in silence though, waiting for her to refuse Tommy's offer and put his mind at ease. Slight ease. There were still a million questions he had to ask his brother, most regarding the identity of Jones Buckley - the full name that he hadn't even coaxed out of Alice yet.

"Cut off the original supplier, Jones will return to see them eventually, have no choice but to come to us. Then we can-"

"Then we can kill him too." She cut him off, everything finally clicking into place.

The two stared intensely at each other, Alice thinking over his words and Tommy hoping he'd said the right ones. Their dominant stares - their distrustful bargaining, it felt uncomfortably similar to that night in The Garrison with David. Getting Alice involved in Peaky business wasn't something Tommy felt great about, but in the long run it would surely be worth it as this was the perfect opportunity to get to the Turks and Jones.

"How much you paying me for this?" She finally spoke, much to John's immense but silent annoyance. He wished he could be shocked that she was so willing to put herself in danger, but he wasn't. Instead, he was irritated at both her and Tommy - mentally cursing his brother. Then he looked around the room and saw the lack of shock on Arthur and Polly's faces.

"Bloody bastards, they're in on it too. Arthur purposely sent me to that bar last night. And Pol, how could she support this?"

"Eight pounds if it all goes right." Tommy replied.

"Where and when?"

"Their hotel, seven o'clock, today."

She only thought for a second before responding "Deal."

At that word, a white hot rush of dread and rage surged through John's body and a heavy exhale left his nostrils as he thinned his eyes at everybody in the room, except for Alice. He couldn't even look at Alice; so disappointed in her decision but knowing he had no right to stop her and that trying to would just make her more determined.

So instead, he said nothing and walked out of the house, his hand going straight into his pocket for a cigarette and lighter. He felt betrayed by his family and worried sick for his lover; tutting and shaking his head at the ground as he kicked at the small rocks around him.

"Arthur purposely recommended that bar to me. They knew the Turks would be there. They somehow knew that Ergin would want Alice." His furious trail of thoughts didn't last long as he heard Alice exiting the family home.

She called his name as she caught up to him but his gaze remained on the rocks below.

"John! I'll be fine! You needn't stress!" She smiled once she reached his side, looking up at his face as he purposefully didn't look at hers.

"We've still got hours. Why don't I make us some breakfast?" Her tone remained cheerful, desperately hanging on to that morning's bliss despite John's evident drastic mood change.

A heavy sigh left his lips before he finally spoke, still staring straight ahead.

"I told you not to agree to anything stupid." He muttered bitterly.

"Well I don't think I have." Her tone was still soft although her hope for a happy breakfast with John had dwindled. "Can I have a cigarette?"

Promptly, he handed her the box, finally making eye contact before exhaling a plume of smoke and tutting.

"Tommy's a cunt for putting you up to this. Ergin's a dangerous man, it's not gonna be as simple as you think it is." His voice was low and his expression stoic.

"All I've ever known is dangerous men. Yourself included."

"Not like this you haven't. I'm serious, Alice. If he catches on to the plan he will kill you.. And even if he don't, who's to say you're able to kill him before he gets his way with you? Why would you even agree to risk that?"

"I don't know." She scoffed lightly. "Maybe because this is the path to my husband that we need. This is what you wanted last night. And besides, I'm confident that I can kill Ergin-"

"You've never killed anyone before! Let alone a gang boss! Or atleast I don't think you have but who fucking knows!" John erupted with sudden volume, earning another unimpressed scoff from the woman. "If you had any fucking sense you would've told Tommy to fuck off, fuck off Jones, fuck off the money! You cannot do this Alice-"

"Oh I can't, can't I?" She cut him off with volume to match his own, thinning her eyes and putting her left hand on her hip as she sucked down the cigarette with the right one. "I'm not some kind of delicate fucking victim, John! Nor am I your wife. So think twice before telling me what I can and can't fucking do! I'm just trying to help your family whilst getting my own revenge too. Like Tommy said, two birds one stone.. I thought you'd appreciate it."

John threw his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, resuming his previous stare into the stoney backstreet of Watery Lane instead of Alice's pale face.

"Why would I ever appreciate you putting yourself in danger? It's like you want bad stuff to happen to you.. I don't bloody get it." He muttered.

"But last night, you said I could kill Jones. Isn't this just a step to that?"

"I might've said it but I didn't mean it! No more blood needs to be on your hands! Only mine!"

Alice stood in silence for a few seconds, more irritated with John than she'd ever been. There were so many things she wanted to angrily spew but she didn't have the energy. Her mind was focused on the task before her now and so she decided to walk away - ignoring John's rude tut.

"I'll see you later." She spoke in a flat tone as she went back into the family house, where Arthur was waiting to give her every detail necessary for the plan to work.

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kloofspeaks · 1 month

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Hehehe glad to make us all suffer together in the Joel and Ellie feels 🥲 how's your RDR2 going now that you got it? I remember being excited to hear your thoughts!

I’m still not done 😭, I was determined to finish it earlier today after I got done at the gym and was like mentally hyping myself but after getting Mary’s letter I had to take a break. I do know what happens though so I can share my thoughts.

RDR2 spoilers under the cut

I feel like the game feels like the concept of being trapped from Arthur’s perspective, of course. It reminded me a tad of Maze Runner storyline wise due to the fact they were always running and never found freedom till one of them fell to the darkness. I’m doing the full honor run so it’s been the deer I’m seeing in most of the self reflective cutscenes. Which the symbolism in that is the most beautiful symbolism I’ve seen in a game in a long time, besides TLOU.

I feel like the deer can have a meaning that’s different depending on person to person, there’s native’s in the game so it could be their beliefs behind being reincarnated as an animal of choice, or it could be a way of renewal of a new life but it can also represent Arthur’s heart for compassion and the drive he has to make things better.

The wolf is always the bad guy in every story, so this is pretty self explanatory. It stands for greed and violence, pretty much the opposite of the deer stature.

Dutch’s line “I miss the old Arthur.”

Made me want to eat him alive personally, there’s something about death and uncertainty that can cause people to fall apart slowly. I think the game does a great job of doing that. (I do plan on doing the dishonorable run)

Dutch started out as a character I was curious in but I’ve been driven to hate him and Micah. They’re both toxic in their own ways; Dutch wants to leave a mark in the world that nobody wants to drive but himself, but because he is the leader of the posse they have to listen. Micah is just Dutch’s influence, they’re both nasty people and I disliked Micah picking on Arthur for his struggles of breathing without knowing the truth.

John and Charles are great companions to Arthur Morgan and help him feel more alive throughout the story so far. They’re both brother like and feel more connected than anyone else (I say this because Hosea is no longer around and that was basically Arthur’s dad in my opinion)

Mary was an interesting side character, but also so is Sadie. (They’re both the only women I found myself admiring tbh, my friend even said something while I was screen sharing)

I’ll be a Molly defender till I die.

I’ll continue to update you when I get done with chapter six, but for some side notes.

I cried when Hosea died, I literally haven’t paused a game so much in one SINGULAR MISSION. The whole time I’m casually repeating “It’s Dutch’s fault.”

John getting arrested threw me so off guard.

The island where Arthur is with everyone who is against him bugged me.

I plan on digging deeper into this due to me being a person that will eat this sort of thing up.

#askbox #rdr2 #I have cried so much this week and I’m just A GIRL

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froggi-mushroom · 1 year

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Bullseye

A very happy birthday to my best friend @owlrolls who when I not-so-subtly asked what she wanted for a birthday fic asked for some medieval engport fluff

Gabriel stared at the arrow, currently wedged into the floor, the white feather stock still.

“Never,” Arthur began, pinching the bridge of his nose, his nose scrunching in that way that Gabriel loved, found adorable beyond words, “in all my years upon this earth, have I known someone with such awful aim.”

He could hear Arthur stifling a laugh next to him, could damn near feel the grin in his voice as he stared down at arrow Gabriel had shot into the ground.

“The wind threw me off!”

“What wind?” Arthur sneered, coming closer to Gabriel, “want me to help?”

“No.” Gabriel quickly added, sulking.

“You’re so damn stubborn, here.” Arthur came up behind Gabriel, wrapping his arms around him, positioning him side on to the target and stretching his left arm out, “keep your arm rigid, your elbow was bent last time,” he brought handed Gabriel another arrow and helped position it on the string, “don’t pull back so long, either, you’re losing all power in your shots, that’s why you keep missing the target.” Slowly, agonisingly, Arthur peeled away from Gabriel back, and Gabriel mourned the loss of warmth, of closeness with his dear friend, the way he held his hands, his arms, positioning him so gently, so much more gentle than he ever thought possible with his calloused hands.

“Now try.” Arthur nodded towards the target, fiddling with his tunic in that familiar way he often did when he was lost in thought, making Gabriel ache to know what was going on in his head.

Gabriel pulled back and released, finally getting an arrow on target. Still, not quite a bullseye.

“See? Much better.” Beside him, Gabriel could make out Arthur’s hands clasping together, could hear the grin in his voice and, when he turned, could see his cheeks flush and his eyes crinkle when he smiled.

“Still couldn’t hit a bullseye, I’m afraid.”

“Well, you’ll build up to that.” Arthur picked the arrow out of the target, “we just need to practice more.”

Gabriel smiled, watching the look of concentration on Arthur’s face as he picked up the arrows, all the more excited to keep practicing if it meant being around him more often.

Sorry this is so short Owl 😭 I’ve been busier than I would’ve liked but hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless

I wanna do a follow up that’s much longer so I’ll tag you once that’s finished

Once again, happy birthday bestie!

#not a reblog for once #froggi rambles #hetalia #hws england #hws portugal #engport #everyone go and wish Owl a happy birthday (this is a threat)

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 2 months

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Aricka Munson: the time she gained a little sister

If you asked her, Aricka would tell you she’d always wanted a little sister. Someone she could take shopping and do their hair and watch girly movies with and dance in their room to Cyndi Lauper and Madonna until they couldn’t breathe cause they were laughing too hard. Someone she could do their nails on and take them to pierce their ears and do all these things she saw Nancy Wheeler do with her little sister Holly.

Well. When she was 10, a new family moved to Hawkins, and she befriended both of the kids- a boy named Billy, who she stuck with like glue, and his little stepsister, Max.

Max was a fierce little thing, with her fiery red hair and blue eyes. She didn’t take nonsense from anyone, and she would willingly put you in your place if she thought you were out of line. She loved to skateboard, and her favorite thing to do was play games at the arcade.

The longer Aricka spent time with Billy, the more curious Max was about her. The closer Aricka and Billy got, the closer Max was to actually speaking to her.

And then finally, it got to this point. Aricka was taking Max to the grand opening of the Starcourt Mall to go shopping for new clothes.

Let the sisterly bonding begin…

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Aricka found a parking spot fairly close to the entrance to the mall, and Max hopped out first. “Let’s go-!” She runs around to Aricka’s side and grabs her hand- another new development in their relationship. Billy and Max were slowly adjusting to Aricka’s love of physical touch as affection.

Aricka grinned and grabbed her little backpack-purse before taking Max’s hand and heading into the mall.

It was brightly colored with subtle lighting, which was good because bright lights made Aricka’s head ache. Shops called their attention in all directions, but one in particular caught Max’s - Claire’s, and a bright sign announcing ear piercings. She looks up at Aricka with her wide blue eyes and Aricka already knows that she would be paying for an ear piercing session. “Please-?! I’ve always wanted to. My mom said I’m old enough now, but she never has time.”

“Max, breathe honey, of course I’ll take you,” Aricka says. “I need some new earrings too, it can be fun for both of us.”

Max grins and they head off in that direction.

“Hi!” They were greeted by an overly enthusiastic worker. “Welcome to Claire’s! We have a sale, buy two pairs of earrings get two free, are you interested?”

“We sure are; and my little sis wants her ears pierced,” Aricka says, her hands on Max’s shoulders. She feels the girl tense up then relax at Aricka’s claim of her being Aricka’s sister. “It’s her first time, she’s a little nervous.”

“Well come right on in, nothing to be nervous about!” The lady directed them to a chair. “You just want the one in each ear?” Max nods. “Here, pick out your first pair of earrings, these are our birthstone studs! They match your birth month.”

Max scanned the studs until she found two ruby studs- she was born in July. Aricka mentally noted the month and planned to ask Billy the day, so she could get her a birthday gift. Maybe some new earrings.

“Perfect choice! I’m gonna get everything prepared, you sit tight and wait right here.” Max sits down and looks at Aricka nervously.

“… it doesn’t hurt, does it?” The question was so vulnerable and so worried Aricka stepped closer and held out her hand, letting her grip as tightly as needed.

“A little. Just a pinch. Like getting a shot at the doctor. I’m gonna be right here beside you. If you get scared or worried you squeeze my hand as tightly as you need to be brave.”

“Promise? I’m not gonna be a baby for it-?”

Aricka shakes her head. “I still hold Arthur’s hand when I get vaccinated at the doctors- am I a baby?”

Max shakes her head. “No, Aricka, you’re awesome. Tough. I wish I was like you.”

Aricka blinks at this revelation. Processes momentarily. “Oh kiddo.” Max bites her lip.

“You don’t have to stick around for me and Billy but you do. You give us a place to go when it’s bad. I really like you. Please don’t go anywhere?”

Aricka can’t resist any more and wraps her arms around the fierce little redhead in front of her. Max shyly wraps her arms around Aricka’s middle, face pressed into her shoulder. “I always wanted a big sister. I’m glad it’s you,” she whispered.

Aricka laughs, admittedly a little wetly. “Ditto kiddo. I’ve always wanted a little sister. Glad it’s you, MadMax.”

The lady finally returns and Max let go of Aricka but gripped her hand once again. “Are we ready?” The attendant asks.

Max looks over at Aricka and nods. “I’m ready.”

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Billy met them at Scoops Ahoy, two work application forms in his hand. He waves at them and they quickly join him. “Wow; you’re sporting some new jewelry,” he says. “Nice, nice MadMax. Make sure you hide them until they heal.”

“Mom said I was old enough,” the girl says. “Aricka got them for me-! She’s pretty cool. Can she stick around?” Aricka blushes and shakes her head at Billy. The brown-blond boy merely grins.

“I hope she wants to stick around.” Finally it was their turn in line; and they all grinned as they noticed the person at the counter.

“Robin!” They exclaim. The girl grins and says,

“Ahoy there; welcome to Scoops; how can I help you?”

“Two scoops of Superman, cone please.” Aricka says.

“Strawberry, two scoops with chocolate chunks and a cherry on top, in a cone.”

“A scoop of mint flare and pineapple upside down, in a cup please,” Billy says. Aricka and Max playfully tease him for his choice.

“Ewww pineapple and mint?” Aricka says around a laugh.

“Billy-!” Max says with a giggle. He playfully bats back at them and pays for the ice cream, motioning for them to find a booth while he gets the ice cream. He hands the applications to Aricka along with a purple gel pen because he knew it was her favorite color. Max ducked under Aricka’s arm and Aricka squeezes her carefully.

Billy watched them go with a fond expression. Max had only been eight when they moved here, and a lot shyer than she was now. Aricka was a big help in bringing her out of her shell, with her genuine smile and her sincere interest in what Max liked to do. He walked over with the ice cream shortly, setting the tray in the middle so they could reach their desserts.

Aricka grins as she begins eating her frozen treat, watching Max gush about their day shopping together. “We’re not done yet kiddo,” she says. “Thought we could go to that skate shop together, the three of us, you could show us the whole thing.” Max’s eyes light up and she grins.

“I’d love to-!”

“Alright then,” Billy says as he takes a bite of ice cream- okay. So maybe he’d chosen a weirder flavor than he intended. But it still worked nicely together. “Let’s get this party started-!”

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#aricka and madmax 🛹#madmax 101 dash 🛹#Aricka and max🛹#billy my beloved #we saved each other #gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight #Spotify

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neufhistoires · 11 months

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Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 5

Loveless Marriage

Chapter 5

Word Count: 4,982

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Summer came to a close and autumn had finally begun. It was the first cool night of the season, and Arthur had prepared ahead.

The Englishman donned warm flannel pajamas and made his bed with a plush duvet and a warm quilt. Yes, in his eyes, the best way to sleep was to curl up in a warm bed filled with plenty of blankets. That was why he didn’t bother to turn the heat on despite the cold weather.

However, a certain Frenchman wasn’t used to sleeping in such cold temperatures, and he was reluctant to sleep with anything other than underwear on. And even that was a bit of a stretch…

Right as Arthur lay down in his bed and let out a sigh of relief, he heard a knock on his bedroom door. His relaxed expression turned into a scowl, as there was only one person it could be.

“Yes, Francis?” Arthur called out, not willing to stand up from his bed, as he desperately wanted the other man to disappear so he could go to sleep.

Instead of responding, Francis took that as a sign to open the door and enter the room. Arthur wouldn’t have thought too much of it, but the Frenchman shut the door behind himself and was only wearing a small, pink pair of boxers.

“Francis! Why are you naked?!” Arthur yelled, pulling the duvet closer to him as if he was going to shield himself with it.

“What do you mean? I always sleep naked– non, actually, I’m not even naked right now. I’m wearing underwear. See?” Francis replied casually as he pulled up the other side of the duvet and got underneath it, joining the Englishman on the bed.

Arthur’s eyes widened, a horrified look on his face as he continued to tug at the duvet, attempting to make a space between himself and the almost naked man beside him.

“Enough about that! Why are you getting into my bed?! You have your own bed, so go use it..!” Arthur continued to yell as he tried to scoot away from Francis, which almost resulted in him pushing himself off the side of the bed.

“I would, but I’m too cold,” Francis replied, his tone still casual and unphased as he lay down, resting his bed on the pillow.

“I don’t care! Get out!” Arthur yelled, trying to kick Francis out of the bed with his foot.

The kicking was enough to make Francis take the situation a bit more seriously, as he didn’t like being kicked.

“Ow! Stop!” Francis finally raised his voice and sat upright, but instead of kicking back at the other man, he scooted even closer to him.

The spot where Arthur had been lying was warm, so Francis decided to lie back down there, which infuriated the Englishman even further, as his bed had been invaded and now he no longer even had a place in it.

Letting out a groan of frustration, Arthur moved off the little bit of bed he was still sitting on, stood up, and walked over to the thermostat.

“There– you win. I turned the heat up a few degrees since you refuse to sleep in anything, so go back to your own room now,” Arthur ordered, opening the door and staring at the other man expectantly.

However, the Frenchman just stared back at him with sleepy eyes and made no attempt to get up, or even move.

“Arthur… it’s not going to get warm that fast. Let me sleep here with you where it’s warm,” Francis whined, but then he moved over some and held the blanket up expectantly, urging Arthur to get in and join him.

Arthur’s cheeks flushed and the thought that Francis looked sort of cute begging to sleep in the same bed with him crossed his mind, and then he felt even more irritated because that thought was surely due to lack of sleep.

“Why won’t you wear pajamas?” Arthur asked, his arms crossed as he refused to take a step closer to the bed.

There was silence for a moment and Arthur started to wonder if the other man had really fallen asleep in his bed, but then Francis opened an eye.

“If I put pajamas on, will you let me sleep with you?”

Arthur let out a groan of frustration, but he didn’t directly say no. He seemed to ponder how he should respond for a minute before he eventually said, “Fine.”

Francis was shocked that Arthur had actually agreed, as he had only said it as a joke, but… if the Englishman was okay with it, then why not come back after he put pajamas on?

The Frenchman got up slowly, stretching his arms as he let out a yawn. Arthur was convinced he was taking his time on purpose– just to annoy him.

Eventually, Francis made his way out of Arthur’s room and into his own to get his pajamas. Arthur was half tempted to lock his bedroom door while Francis was outside it, but he wasn’t that rude.

Less than a minute later, Francis returned wearing a set of matching lavender pajama pants and a long-sleeved button-up shirt.

Arthur glanced over at him and his cheeks flushed at the thought that the Frenchman’s pajamas matched his eyes.

Francis shut the bedroom door behind him and walked over to the opposite side of the bed that Arthur had been in. He looked at the other man for a second, and then, without hesitation, got in the bed.

The Englishman had been pretending to fluff the sheets or something, so he still hadn’t gotten in the bed yet. He kept telling himself that the whole thing wasn’t really happening and the other man was just messing with him, but when he saw him get in the bed, he realized he wasn’t going to leave.

Reluctantly, Arthur got in the bed next, reaching over and turning off a lamp on his bedside table.

There was an awkward silence until Francis said, “bonne nuit,” and Arthur muttered a “good night” in response.

For a few minutes, Arthur’s heart was pounding as he questioned all his life decisions and how they led to this. He didn’t want to share a bed with another man– especially not this particular man, so–

Why had he given in so easily?

He asked himself that question over and over again in his head, and he was starting to get even more worked up at the thought that he wouldn’t calm down and get any sleep until–

Warm arms slowly, but firmly, wrapped around him from behind.

Arthur froze, his eyes wide as he tried to glance over his shoulder and get a good look at the man behind him. Surely he was asleep, right?

Well, Francis kept his eyes closed, but something about the way he kept pulling Arthur closer and closer to him revealed that he was a bit more awake than he wanted to lead on. And, actually, it didn’t matter if he was awake or not– what was he doing cuddling his rival like that?!

“Get off me, you frog!” Arthur yelled, trying to give the other man a shove, but it was difficult because of the way he was holding onto him.

Francis let out some kind of small noise, or maybe even mumbled something the Englishman couldn’t understand, but he didn’t loosen his grasp on the smaller blonde. He did nuzzle his face into Arthur’s neck though, making him shiver when he felt his hot breath on his skin.

“You can stop messing with me now– you’ve proven your point,” Arthur commented, letting out nervous laughter as he attempted to pry the other man’s hands off him again.

Silence.

Well, maybe Francis really had fallen asleep, Arthur thought. He let out a sigh of defeat and rested his head on the pillow, wondering if he would really be able to fall asleep that way.

“You know, wrapping your arms around me like this, I can only assume you must like me,” Arthur said with a smirk, turning his head to face the other man as much as he could.

He figured that would be enough to make Francis stop pretending to be asleep, or maybe even be enough to disturb him out of a pleasant sleep. However…

“I do… like you,” Francis murmured against Arthur’s neck, his eyes still closed.

“You what?!” Arthur whisper-yelled at the other man, trying not to raise his voice too much out of habit because it was late.

There was no response again, but based on the soft look on Francis’s face, and the fact that he hadn’t opened his eyes at all, Arthur could only assume he was talking in his sleep.

Sleep talking or not, Arthur wondered why would Francis say something like that to him. He would have been more understanding if the Frenchman had been awake and said it as a joke, but he was clearly passed out and he hadn’t laughed or anything at Arthur’s reaction, so…

“Hey, Francis… Are you awake..?” Arthur asked softly, but he only got a small groan that was neither an affirmative or a negative in response.

Francis’s arms did feel rather warm and comfortable around him though… So he supposed he could let it go for the night. After all, he couldn’t seem to pry the other man off him, so it wasn’t his fault, right? It wasn’t like he wanted it. Francis probably didn’t even want it either and had just clung to the nearest thing in his sleep, Arthur thought, desperately attempting to reassure himself as he slowly dozed off into sleep.

The night went on like that with Francis wrapped around Arthur, the two of them sharing each other’s warmth.

Arthur woke up first, seeing as he already had an alarm set before his room had been invaded by the Frenchman. He had a business meeting in London in the morning, so he needed to leave early to get there in time.

Francis was completely oblivious to the ringing of the alarm on Arthur’s phone, and although Arthur could hear the alarm clearly, and was trying to reach for it to silence it as soon as he heard it, he couldn’t figure out what was on top of him. Something was weighing him down… No, someone was weighing him down… Someone… Francis… was laying on top of him.

The smaller blonde’s cheeks flushed and he fumbled around to turn the alarm off, assuming he could wake up the other man in the process, but on the contrary, the Frenchman just readjusted himself and never woke up.

After turning the alarm off, Arthur was already halfway out from underneath the other man, so it didn’t take much to roll the rest of the way out of the bed.

Arthur stared down at Francis, but he seemed to be a heavier sleeper than he had expected, as he was still passed out.

The Englishman wasn’t going to watch the other man sleep– that would be strange, after all, but… Francis looked so peaceful when he was asleep, the muscles in his face relaxed and his back lifting ever so slightly when he took a breath…

Arthur’s cheeks felt warm, and the same cursed thought that had passed through his mind the previous night returned– Francis looked cute. The thought alone made Arthur’s stomach flutter and he decided to immediately look away, reiterating once again that he must be too tired to think properly. Although… he did sleep rather well last night…

Each time Arthur considered that he slept well, or that the man he had slept in the same bed with, the man that was supposed to be his fiancé, was cute, he became more and more flustered.

Stepping away from the bed completely, Arthur reached for the lamp beside his bed, but then hesitated at the thought that he might wake Francis up, so he stopped himself. There was some light seeping through the blinds anyway because it was so early in the morning, so he figured he would just make use of that.

After rummaging through his closet for a bit, Arthur realized that it was a bit more difficult to see than he had expected, but he eventually found suitable clothing.

As Arthur started to undress, he couldn’t help but glance over at the sleeping man across from him, hoping that he wouldn’t peek. However, he still appeared to be asleep, so Arthur proceeded.

Arthur finished getting dressed, but before he left the room, he couldn’t help but walk back over to the bed. He supposed there was no reason to be embarrassed if Francis was asleep, right? Evenso, he had trouble accepting the fact that he found the man passed out in front of him to be cute.

With flushed cheeks, Arthur leaned down and gently placed the back of his hand on Francis’s forehead. It didn’t feel like he had a fever, so he just must’ve been really tired.

Arthur let his hand on Francis’s face for longer than he needed to, gently cupping his cheek for a moment before he took it away. That was enough to make him feel like his heart was going to explode. He had no idea why he did that– what made him so bold as to caress the Frenchman’s cheek while he was asleep. He was always teasing Francis for being a weirdo, but maybe he was the weirdo, he thought.

Another alarm went off and Arthur realized that it was the one telling him he needed to head to London now, or he would be late. In a hurry, he picked up a piece of paper and a pen and jotted down a note which said he would be at a meeting in London. Then, he set it down on the bed beside Francis and ran out of the house.

The combination of another alarm going off, the slamming of the door as Arthur left, and the sound of his car starting were enough to make Francis open his eyes.

A bit disoriented, Francis slowly sat up and let out a yawn. He hadn’t been getting the best sleep during the previous nights. It was probably because of the sudden temperature shift, but it also could’ve been because he was melancholy…

The absence of warmth disappointed Francis, but when he noticed the note beside him on the bed, his disappointment grew even more.

Arthur had left without saying anything..?

Well, he’d left a note, but… Francis felt indescribably lonely when he was gone.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if they were in France, but in England, Francis was essentially stuck at the house. If he’d known that Arthur was going to London for something, he would’ve gone with him.

Of course, Francis knew he couldn’t just attend business meetings that weren’t meant for him, but he would’ve gone to a nearby café in London and talked to people while he waited for Arthur’s meeting to end…

Maybe it was a hassle though, Francis considered, for Arthur to bring him along, that is. Arthur had reiterated time and time again that he didn’t want to be engaged to him, so it wouldn’t have been that strange if he didn’t want to be seen in public with him. He probably wouldn’t have even told anyone about their engagement if their parents didn’t bring it up all the time.

Letting out a soft sigh, Francis stood up from the bed, unsure of what he should do. He wasn’t a clean freak, but he also wasn’t an unorganized person, so he didn’t really have anything that he felt he needed to tidy up or clean. And he didn’t have a job, so it wasn’t like he had any obligations like Arthur did…

Francis felt a bit… depressed. Going outside usually helped with that sort of thing though, so he got dressed and headed outside to go for a walk.

Fortunately, the sun seemed to make it warmer than it was last night, so the light breeze wasn’t too much to bear. However, he wasn’t really sure where he was going.

Despite their house being considered suburban, it was more like it was on the outskirts of the suburbs, located right on the brink of what would be considered rural. So, in other words, there was nothing there.

Francis refused to go into that shop again, the one where the employee had embarrassed him, so he walked past it, hoping there would be something interesting.

For about ten minutes, he didn’t see anything at all, but then he noticed a small building in the distance. He didn’t have anything better to do, so he figured he would go see what it was. To his surprise, and delight, it was an intricately decorated flower shop.

The shop was small, but it was evident that much effort was put into making it look nice. Even Francis, who considered himself to be a connoisseur of what was aesthetically pleasing and what wasn’t, was thoroughly impressed with it.

Not to mention, as soon as Francis opened the door, he was greeted by an employee who was much friendlier than the worker at the previous shop he had been in.

The employee who greeted him was a small man with auburn hair and honey colored eyes. Although, he didn’t seem to open his eyes very often, giving Francis quite a few endearing, closed-eye smiles. Based on his accent, and the fact that he had greeted Francis with a “buon giorno,” he assumed he was Italian.

“What kind of flowers are you shopping for today?” The Italian man asked him, tilting his head to the side some.

There was a kind of warmth and innocence that radiated from the employee, one that made Francis loosen up and relax. He couldn’t remember the last time he spoke to someone who wasn’t Arthur, which was kind of concerning, so he figured he would talk to this employee for a bit, even if he didn’t end up purchasing anything.

“Hm, I’m not too sure yet. Maybe you could make some suggestions,” Francis replied with a smile.

“Okay, let’s see… Who are you shopping for? What’s the occasion?” The Italian man asked.

For some reason, despite his intentions to just talk and not buy anything, seeing as he had limited funds, he ended up actually considering the other man’s question.

Would it have been weird if he brought home flowers for Arthur, Francis wondered. They were engaged, after all, but… it didn’t really mean anything. If he wanted to do it though, then why not? Although, if Arthur rejected them, or even worse, laughed at him, the embarrassment would’ve been unbearable…

Francis hadn’t noticed that while he was contemplating how to respond, he had let the other man wait.

“It’s for my fiancé,” Francis eventually replied, his heart racing some at the thought that he really just said that.

The employee across from him didn’t really know the whole situation though, so it was fine to casually call Arthur his fiancé, wasn’t it? “Okay, I see,” The employee responded with a smile before he started to glance around the room. “You’ll want to buy something romantic then, right?”

“Yes, yes,” Francis replied hastily, but made his own heart beat even faster in the process.

Why was he getting flustered over such a thing?

“A classic choice would always be roses,” The Italian man said, walking in the direction of a table of roses and motioning with his hand for Francis to follow him.

Francis followed him over to the table where roses were neatly arranged by color in glass vases. His heart was pounding at the thought of giving Arthur roses…

“I’ll take them,” Francis replied, his eyes focused on the flowers.

“Great! Which color would you like? We have pink, red, and white.”

“I think red would be nice– what do you think?” Francis asked, trusting the other man’s opinion since the store looked so nice.

“Hmm, I agree! Red is romantic, and it’s for your fiancé, so it makes sense, right?” The Italian man replied with a small giggle.

Francis’s cheeks dusted pink at the comment about it being romantic and replied, “Oui, you’re right.”

“I’ll have these right out for you then! Would you like to purchase a vase, too?” The employee offered, gesturing to a table with intricate glass vases beside them.

“I might as well,” Francis replied as he turned to face the table of vases.

After looking at the vases for a few, he eventually chose a simple, clear vase, to which the two of them bonded over how it was definitely the best choice. A vase like that wouldn’t distract eyes from the natural beauty of the roses.

When Francis was checking out at the register, he noticed a sign on the cork board behind the employee that read “Help Wanted.”

“I’ll take an application, too,” Francis said with a smile, which made the Italian man’s eyes open.

“You would? That’s great! We’ve been trying to hire a new employee for months now… I don’t mean that there’s anything wrong with the job! It’s a great place to work– trust me! It’s just that we’re kind of located in the middle of nowhere, so no one wants to apply…” The Italian man started to ramble as he handed the application to Francis.

“I know, but in this case, it’s good for me because I live close to here,” Francis replied, skimming through the application pages as he spoke.

“Oh, that’s good,” the employee responded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Stop by with your application and documents sometime tomorrow and we can have an interview!”

“D’accord, I’ll see you then. My name is Francis, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Feliciano. Nice to meet you, too!” Feliciano replied with a smile and held his hand out expectantly.

The two shook hands, said their goodbyes, and Francis walked back home with the application and rose filled vase in hand. He had a giddy feeling at the thought of having a job– one that he actually liked with a coworker he actually liked.

When Francis arrived at the house, Arthur still wasn’t home. He didn’t expect him to be, seeing as he had gone to London and Francis wasn’t at the flower shop for too long, but it was still sort of disappointing.

He set the vase down on the kitchen counter, his heart rate increasing again at the thought of Arthur seeing them. At that point, he was considering throwing them away, but he stopped himself and sat down at the table to fill out the application.

There wasn’t too much to fill out, mostly just information to clarify he was who he said he was, and that he was capable of completing the job. He had no doubts that he would get hired, seeing as Feliciano was pretty easy to read.

After filling out the application, Francis wasn’t really sure what else to do, but he figured Arthur would be hungry when he got back from his meeting, so it wouldn’t hurt to cook something. Well, it would hurt if Arthur cooked it, which was why Francis was going to go ahead and do it instead…

Meanwhile, while Francis was cooking dinner, Arthur was meeting with representatives from other companies for a potential collaboration in London. It was something his parents could’ve done themselves, but they insisted that Arthur did it so he could gain more business experience. However, he hated that sort of thing.

Arthur’s face hurt from faking smiles and laughter at bad jokes all day, and he honestly just wanted to go home. Each time someone introduced themselves to him, he realized that he had forgotten their name as soon as they said it. Everything was starting to blur together and he kept getting lost in daydreams.

The daydreams bothered him even more than the small talk though because all he could seem to think about was the fact that he slept with Francis the night before. Well, no, he didn’t sleep with him, but maybe it was even worse than that because at least he could pass that one off as some kind of urge, but… he woke up with the Frenchman clung to him and he… didn’t hate it.

He liked it, even. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually slept until his alarm went off– other than those times he was terribly hungover. He usually felt anxiety ridden and unsettled, but last night he… slept so well.

But Francis would sleep in his own bed tonight because Arthur turned up the heat for him. There would be no reason for them to share a bed, unless he broke the thermostat on purpose or sneakily shut the heat off when Francis wasn’t looking.

Arthur’s cheeks flushed when he realized what he was doing. Was he really trying to devise some sort of plan to get the other man to sleep in the same bed as him again? He thought he really must’ve been going insane…

Back at their house, Francis took his time and carefully cooked an intricate meal, but even after hours had passed, Arthur still wasn’t home…

Francis wasted time reading parts of random books that Arthur had, but none of them really interested him, and he couldn’t focus anyway, so he put them back on the shelf.

Arthur, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to get out of having obligations, as he was then invited to dinner with the other businessmen after the meeting. Even though he didn’t want to go, his parents were constantly going on about how important manners were, so for their sake, he forced as much of a fake smile as he could muster up and went along with them.

Eventually, around eleven o’clock at night, Arthur got home utterly drained and exhausted from how much he had socialized.

The house was quiet, but the kitchen smelled like food, so he peeked in the fridge and felt guilty when he saw that Francis had cooked an entire meal and put it in the fridge. He must’ve thought he was coming home early and waited for him…

Arthur noticed the flowers on the counter, but he didn’t think much of it since he saw the job application sitting beside them. He just assumed that Francis had bought flowers while he was out.

As Arthur made his way into the living room, he saw that Francis wasn’t there either, so he must’ve already gone to bed, which was… disappointing.

He knew it was silly, seeing as they always argued, but Arthur was looking forward to seeing Francis after being in London all day… although he would never say that out loud..!

Arthur let out a soft sigh and headed upstairs, going into his bedroom. He turned the light on and set his bag down on the floor beside his dresser. Right as he started to unbutton his shirt, he heard some sort of movement come from within the room and he almost screamed, but then he realized what it was.

Francis was there… in his bed.

“Oh, bienvenue… You startled me,” Francis said, rubbing his eyes. He looked like he had been sleeping before Arthur entered the room.

“Francis..! What are you doing in my bed?!” Arthur yelled, his cheeks flushed because the scenario that had haunted him all day was repeating itself.

“Hm? What do you mean? You’re my fiancé,” Francis teased, enjoying the way Arthur’s cheeks became redder and redder the more he spoke. Yes, with that boost of confidence he could just…

“Did you get the roses?” Francis added and it really was enough to send Arthur over the top. He was speechless.

“Oh, I saw them. I didn’t know they were for me though,” Arthur murmured, like he was too shocked to yell something in response.

Then, Arthur went back to changing into pajamas, which did sort of surprise Francis because he thought he would’ve put more effort into kicking him out.

“Your clothes don’t match…” Francis muttered, watching as Arthur tossed his mismatched clothes to the ground.

“What do you mean? I–” Arthur was going to fight it, but when he glanced down and realized the two different shades of grey that were clearly clashing, his cheeks flushed.

“Well, it’s your fault. I got dressed in the dark because you slept through all of the alarms I set,” Arthur replied with a huff as he pulled his pajama bottoms on.

“Aw, you didn’t want to wake me up?” Francis replied teasingly, although he actually was touched.

Arthur blushed again, but replied, “Right, I didn’t want to deal with you.”

Francis let out a “hmph,” but he couldn’t stop the growing smile on his face. Especially not when Arthur got right into the bed beside him after he finished getting dressed.

“Just for tonight, because I’m too tired to argue with you…” Arthur said, turning off the light and resting his head on his pillow. His heart was racing at the thought that Francis might wrap around him again, but there was no way he could request something like that.

Although Francis had no idea what the other man was thinking, he conveniently wanted the same thing and was feeling pretty confident after Arthur got into bed with him, so he plopped almost completely on top of him again, loosely wrapping an arm around him.

Arthur froze when Francis invaded his personal space like that again, but he didn’t want to risk making him stop by complaining, so he just pretended to be terribly exhausted and didn’t say anything else before he drifted off into sleep.

Once again, the two of them woke up feeling suspiciously well rested…

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fireandspiceland · 2 years

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in which Arthur and Allen and Gilbert are a couple of twinks exploring their sexuality by making out in Arthur's room after school

a/n: whats that? plot? in MY porn? 👀 they are baby gays, this happens a while after the other thing I once wrote a while ago (too tired to look for it rn but might add the link later). blowjob, handjob, and a bit of angst in the end.

„Mhmm.. Allen.. fuck.“

Arthur thrust his hips upwards a little, pushing deeper into Allen’s mouth, but the other was quick to pin his thighs back onto the bed and pulled away for a moment, teasing Arthur’s tip instead before completely pulling away for a second.

“Here..”

Arthur’s hand was guided to the back of Allen’s hand. He grabbed his hair, pushed Allen’s head back down immediately.

“Fuuuck.. how do you do this.. god, Allen..”

The mindlessly spoken praise was only answered by a muffled noise when Allen moaned with Arthur’s cock shoved down his throat.

Arthur threw his head back, burying it deeper into the pillow when he thrust his hips upwards again and pushed Allen’s head down a little more until he felt Allen’s nose nuzzled into his pubes. Fuck, did that boy even have a gag reflex? Arthur would be brooding with envy regarding Allen’s ability to take him down all the way flawlessly if he wasn’t to busy focusing on the pleasure said ability granted him.

Another muffled, almost breathless sound made Arthur realise that he should give Allen room to breathe. He loosened the grip he had on Allen’s hair. Some strands were still sticking up, but Arthur brushed away one that was stuck to Allen’s sweaty forehead, took the time to watch him suck the tip and flick his tongue over it until Allen caught his breath and went back to work Arthur's dick with his mouth and throat again.

Allen shifted a little and Arthur witnessed him pulling one hand up from.. from.. had he been jerking himself off while sucking Arthur’s dick?

Fuck. The thought alone would’ve been enough to make Arthur cum then and there, but he bit his lip hard and tried to hold back. Not yet.. please.. just a little more.. a little longer..

The tight grip on Allen’s hair returned when he went to gently massage Arthur’s balls. The soft vibrations of a low moan went straight to Arthur’s dick, making it jerk in Allen’s mouth and causing more precum and saliva to dribble down his length.

Allen quickened his pace. He moved his body with every bob of his head, grinding the erection straining his boxers against the crumpled up bedsheets beneath him, now that both of his hands were occupied fondling Arthur’s thighs and balls.

“No! Fuck, go back I’m gonna- Allen!“

Allen had pulled away for only a moment to run his tongue piercing over the sensitive tip of Arthur’s cock, but was immediately guided back down again. Who would’ve know that all it took to push Arthur over the edge was another flick of his tongue? Allen would take note of that.

Arthur pushed Allen’s head down far enough to force his nose into his curly pubes again. With a breathless moan Arthur came down Allen’s throat, pulling his hair and digging his nails into his skalp.

Pleasure and exhaustion had taken over Arthur’s body all at once and it took Allen lightly tapping his thigh to snap him from his blissful high and let go off Allen’s head. He mumbled an apology when he noticed tears threatening to spill from the corners of Allen’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, it felt.. good..”

Allen’s voice was a little hoarse and he cleared his throat before gathering a drop of Arthur’s cum that had escaped his lips on his index finger and licking it clean. Fuck, Arthur thought as he watched Allen’s lips wrap around his sticky finger and let his head fall back onto the pillow. He closed his eyes for a moment but opened them again when he felt Allen laying down beside him.

Arthur turned to his side and made a little more room for Allen on the bed, it being only a single once forcing them to stay close to each other. Close enough for Arthur to feel Allen’s still very present erection nudged against his thigh.

“So you liked it?” Allen asked with a rather playful smirk on his lips that Arthur couldn’t help but stare at. He had wiped his mouth after cleaning his fingers with relish, but Arthur wondered if he would still taste himself if he kissed Allen now.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh shut it, you wanker.”

Before Allen could ask if the crude moniker was an omen for him having to get himself off tonight, his lips were occupied by the kiss Arthur had just fantasised about being brought into action. Complaining was out of question, especially when Arthur nibbled his bottom lip, knowing it would make Allen weak. He parted his lips to moan, but the sweet noises were quickly swallowed by Arthur, kissed and licked off Allen’s tongue as the kiss was deepened.

“Wait,” Arthur ordered and pulled Allen’s hand away from where he wanted to palm himself through his boxers, “let me do that.”

“Oh, o-okay..” Allen stammered, but lifted his hips when Arthur tried to pull down his boxers. Together they made quick work of pushing them down enough to expose Allen’s cock. It was flushed a dark shade of red, just like Allen’s cheeks.

Arthur couldn’t help but huff with amusement, causing Allen to hide his face in embarrassment. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked or aroused before, no, and it wasn’t the first time they got each other off either. Hell, Allen thought to himself, they’ve been friends for years and he’d just had Arthur cum in his mouth. Yet this is what he’s getting embarrassed about? His best friend, who’s dick he’d just sucked, seeing his own throbbing erection that’d been caused by said dick sucking action?

Allen groaned, initially with frustration but Arthur immediately started stroking him with just the right amount of pressure and turned Allen's groan into one of pleasure.

Arthur's lips turned into a smirk when Allen became undone so fast under his ministrations. His low hums and moans were an even sweeter sound than the new mcr album playing in the background.

"Can we kiss again?"

The question caught Arthur off guard, making him falter for a moment, before he nodded sheepishly. He wanted to shuffle closer to fullfill Allen's request, but was pulled into a clumsy kiss by Allen's harsh grip on the front of his t-shirt.

Their noses bumped against each other's, teeth clicking together a few times before they found the right position to properly find each others lips. Arthur brushed his thumb over the slick tip of Allen's cock, drawing another moan from him. Allen greedily bucked his hips into Arthur's hand on his search for the right angle, the right pace, the right touch.

"Hmm, Artie..." Allen murmored against Arthur's lips inbetween kisses. He felt so hot, a scorching heat that had spread from his abdomen to every end of his body until he could hardly take it anymore.

"Yes?" Arthur whispered innocuously. But Allen could feel the smirk on his lips when he pulled his friend closer again, clenching Arthur's already crumpled t-shirt even harder and nudging the tip of his tongue against Arthur's lips to coax them apart. The other happily obligued and carded the fingers of his free hand through Allen's hair. When they reached the back of Allen's head Arthur grabbed a fistful of his soft hair.

The sudden light pain of his hair being pulled made Allen's jaw fall open and his eyelids flutter. Arthur made a mental note to use that move on him more often.

Together with the increased speed of Arthur's strokes and the prickling feeling of Arthur's lips and teeth now on his neck, the sharp pain made Allen shiver and desperately snap his hips.

"Artie..." Allen's voice was almost inaudible. "Fuck, I'm-"

"Yes.." Arthur mumbled into Allen's neck, hot breath tickling tanned skin.

With a shudder, Allen came, spilling all over Arthur's hand and the hem of his shirt. The stains would be hell to clean, Arthur thought to himself, but seeing Allen's features relax slowly, his lips swollen from kissing and parted with a silent moan, eyelids fluttering with every twitch of his cock in Arthur's ha-

"Arthur? Your brother let me in, he said-"

He had been lying with his back towards it, but when he heard the sound of his bedroom door being opened Arthur immediately rolled over.

"Gil?!"

To say the look on Gilbert's face was surprised would be an understatement. He blinked a few times, as if he couldn't believe what was happening right in front of him. Or what had been happening, judging by the discarded underwear and by how flushed Arthur's and Allen's faces were.

"Oh shit..." Allen scrabbled about for his boxers, cursing under his breath when he tried to reach them while keeping his decency (as far as that was even possible anymore).

The sound of Allen's voice snapped Gilbert from his thought and he covered his eyes and hastily turned away, but the image of his best friends.. in bed together.. naked from the waist down.. It would take a while to forget this, if it would be possible at all. Gil's cheeks were burning with a blush that turned his pale cheeks bright red. "Fuck! Sorry.. I- I'll leave."

Gilbert pulled the door shut, but didn't move. His eyes burned as they filled with hot tears that he tried to blink away as good as possible. Arthur and Allen always claimed to be nothing but best friends.. but first he caught them kissing in their smoking spot behind the school and now this.. Seeing his crush with someone else was already painful enough, but that someone being their shared best friend.. and worst of all, Arthur didn't even know how bad he hurt him.

A few shaky breaths later Gilbert felt ready to at least get back to the front door and out of the house without attracting Arthur's brother's attention, but the moment he set foot to finally leave, the door behind him was ripped open.

"Gil!" The surprised look on Arthur's face and the way he startled made it obvious that he had expected Gilbert would be long gone by now. But then again.. was he going to run after Gilbert only in boxers and a t-shirt? The idea was oddly flattering.. "Please don't go."

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thequeenofdarknessblog · 1 year

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The Wallachian Rose| Alucard x Reader| Chapter 4

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“All flesh is like grass and the glory of man is like a flower of the field, the grass withers and the flower falls. But the word of the Lord will remain forever, there are no nightmares from which you cannot wake up, nothing remains of your castle or your feudal estate; all your subjects have died. Even the site of your Eucharistic host has disappeared, it will no longer be yours. Count… you have nothing left. You!, miserable Lifeless King!, you no longer have anything, nothing!

"Arthur, she will never be yours… ever." It was inevitable, with your arrival many emotions inside Alucard were shaken.

"A dream, a nightmare... how stupid" the vampire exclaimed as bloody tears slipped down his face.

For 30 years Alucard had learned to live with the personal hell that was inside his mind, and he had gotten used to that underground cellar that he always had around him when he opened his eyes. And Alucard couldn't care less.

The cold... or the loneliness.

Before other people he was just a monster. And he acted as such, because the only person who thought otherwise was not him.

Darkness and loneliness became the confidants of his pain.

He wanted you, he longed for you.

Among the few dreams of him you were, reaching out your fine hand to caress his face, offering comfort with your arms. Rocking him like he was a child

Giving him love and affection.

Something that Alucard believed he didn't deserve.

All a fantasy.

Take reality, since you were here, next to him, you were real.

And when you went down those stairs, Alucard felt that that cold and dark basement was filled with color and heat.

“Did you have another Mon Amour nightmare?” and listened to your sweet voice, which certified that it was not a dream.

"I would call them memories" he answered, pretending as always that nothing was happening.

“memories that make you cry… and suffer, your wife is here with you. Don't pretend anymore... I'm here" you expressed approaching him to kiss him and hug him like no one had ever done before.

You were his goddess, and he would praise and adore you.

Regarding the others (specifically Integra, Walter, and Seras Victoria), they were surprised and curious in a certain way. They had two thousand-year-old vampires living with them, besides being together in that basement, you and Alucard enjoyed taking night walks around the mansion and wandering around scaring the employees.

And of course, making love without stopping and fucking like wild beasts until dawn.

You two were such a particular couple, you were not the type of lovers who would walk hand in hand through a park, go to a movie or have dinner in a romantic restaurant. But you loved each other, you represented the concept of falling in love between powerful and eternal beings, expressing unbridled passion and love that you had never felt so strong and real before.

But above all, you were the novelty of Hellsing, the members of the round table did not take long to bombard Integra with doubts, questions and demands.

“Draculina Roses is not a danger to us, she has been under our noses for 523 years and has not caused a stir. Why would she do it now? As long as Alucard is on our side, she will be too ”she reiterated, integrating her skeptical colleagues.

"And do you know the extent of her powers and abilities? Can we control them?" asks one of the older people at the table.

"Not yet, but Roses is more than willing to collaborate with us" Integra concluded by giving you the floor.

"I'm something you can call an energy or psychic vampire" you explained to those present "among other abilities of course, but in short, I have the same basic abilities and powers of a vampire. Although I must emphasize that I am an expert in getting into people's minds... and destroying them" you finish with a smile, I really wasn't going to show them all your arsenal

After spending the whole night devouring thick books of human literature, you decided to rest in your coffin, the time in England had really affected you, Alucard always wanted your attention 24 hours a day and you gladly gave it to him.

One dawn, your husband opened your coffin and said: “get ready, we will go to Brazil” while he receives your morning kisses.

"Mm, as soon as I get to England, now we're going to Brazil?"

After Integra hired the Mercenaries named "The Wild Geese" and after the unpleasant encounter with the Iscariot Maxwell (who not only called Integra "Protestant Pig" but also called you "Harlot of Hell" causing Alucard to go crazy)

If it hadn't been for the adorable intervention of Seras Victoria, a disaster would have happened, and what did you think of enjoying the museum?

When Alucard massacred the Brazilian SWAT and fought against Alhambra Tubalcain, you remembered the golden days when Alucard was the vigorous Count Vlad Dracula, tall, beefy and hungry for you.

You really were sick of getting turned on by such a massacre, and of course, Alucard didn't hesitate to tease you and Integra about it.

Highlighting the stimulated who were witnessing the battle.

When Alucard discovered Millenium's return and plans through Tubalcain's blood, they returned to England to make a report, and you took the time to have a little chat with Seras Victoria.

"You're not a scary cat, I see something special in you, I'm sure you'll be a good Draculina" you consoled her for the shock of seeing Alucard massacre humans, you understood her feelings, how she went from being a human to being a vampire . But she gave you the feeling that Captain Pip would make her happy and make her evolve.

When you came back, Integra told you that Queen Elizabeth herself wanted to meet you, so you, Alucard, Seras Victoria and Pip went back to England.

"I'm back, my teacher" Alucard said, opening the doors wide, finding the table where the Protestant knights and members of the Vatican alike were, and the queen being the leader of all.

"Welcome my servant, please take off your glasses, you are before the queen" Integra ordered to which Alucard complied.

You on the other hand adjusted your red coat to cover your plunging neckline (before Maxwell said something you knew he was going to say), Alucard and the queen treated each other like old friends, you looked expectantly. You could perfectly imagine Alucard meeting Queen Elizabeth in her younger years.

But what you didn't expect was for her to notice you.

"Please come closer" ordered the queen, you reacted modestly and obeyed, feeling Alucard's gaze with every step you took. "Are you the famous Rose of Wallachia?" she interrogates her while you curtsy.

"That's right, but that's just a title from the past" you answer wistfully

“What is your name now?”

"Roses, my queen, they know me as roses" you answer again, and then there was a long silence.

"Wow Alucard, you have a very beautiful couple" praised the queen with a smile.

"I know" he answers proudly and smiling "She is my queen"

"And you roses, you are quite a French lady"

"I've been told that very often" you say amused while you rejoined

"Very well Alucard, present your report"

After that order, Alucard recounted how 60 years ago, together with a young Walter, they destroyed a Nazi base in charge of carrying out experiments to create a legion of ghouls, but that they took refuge in South America, then that cat boy arrived with a message from the famous " Major" who I do not hesitate to name you.

"Here is our queen, I am waiting to appreciate your potential" he exposed while his eyes distilled a strange ecstasy when he spoke of the war, a war that apparently he wanted you to be a part of. Alucard was vigorously congratulating the major on his excellent declaration of war and after watching his Nazi ghouls massacre a man, leaving everyone stumped, Integra ordered Alucard and Seras victoria to shoot.

Seras smashed the small television with shots and Alucard blew the catboy's head off.

Who in the blink of an eye had disappeared without a trace

You were able to "scan" his mind, and that being was there but at the same time it was nowhere, and it had left you disturbed, Alucard who had access to your thoughts looked at you very interested.

"She can see me Major, feel me and know exactly where I am, it's really impressive" the cat boy explained when he returned to the base.

"I know, it won't be long before the Queen makes her big move on this chess board, I'm so excited" he replied, sitting on his chair. "But the most interesting thing is to know what Alucard will do about it"

Then there was only blood, death and war.

Alucard got "stuck" after murdering Rip Van Winkle.

The members of the round table were wiped out one by one.

Zorin attacked the Hellsing mansion, and unfortunately Captain Pip lost his life protecting the woman he loves like a man, and Seras Victoria woke up to be a true Draculin unleashing her monstrous powers and killing Zorin.

You protecting Integra.

The Nazis arriving in England and making a massacre.

Walter had disappeared.

And you were angrier than ever, the ghoul Nazis were destroyed by your abominable shock waves, which looked like a reddish nuclear explosion, not counting all the minds you had to torture and shatter. Frankly, you had Integra worried. And yet there was one last battle to be fought.

More Nazis covered the battlefield, and Maxwell had brought his own army with him, plus Anderson, Yumei, and Hankei who had also entered the fray.

And among all this chaos, everyone was asking one question: where was Alucard?

While the others waited for his wild card up his sleeve, you were worried about your husband, you feared for his well-being. Until in the distance you could appreciate a ship... A ghost ship, where Alucard was with a huge smile, and with a jump and unsheathing Casull and Jackal, he entered the battlefield, joining him that werewolf from Millennium and Anderson .

The three warriors looked at each other.

Your skin crawls, Alucard knows it, Integra knows it, The Major wishes it and you longed for it...

If Integra says Zero… Alucard would no longer be restricted.

The werewolf and Anderson started attacking Alucard. And the other soldiers were not far behind. But they only penetrated Alucard's shadow.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, and I eat my wings to tame myself"

And the river of blood and death was unleashed, Alucard's more than three thousand souls were expelled, along with Rip Van Winkle and Tubalcain, they destroyed everything in their path. After the Janissary army, Maxwell and Anderson were stunned, and finally understood why Alucard couldn't die.

And finally, and rising in glory, the flags of the Wallachian Army rose from among the blood emerging from hell itself.

“Your soldiers, your challengers, your people… What kind of monster are you!? The Devil… DRACULA!?”

You felt that your world broke, time stopped and everything started again. Everything from scratch.

Your dead heart began to beat and your emotions hit you like never before.

It felt like your world was rebuilt a second time.

In front of you, was him, your King, your beloved, your husband, your man, your lord. Vlad Dracula.

Finally he had shown himself and with a beautiful smug smile he ended up summoning the rest of his army.

That as always, they ended everything in their path without mercy.

And there were only bodies staked everywhere, and among them were Integra, Seras Victoria and the count who prostrated himself with respect before his teacher.

"Welcome back, Count" said Integra

"I have returned, Countess" answered this

"W-Welcome, Master" Seras spoke, who hid behind Integra in fear "W-Master... Did you have a mustache before?... a mustache?" funny question, Vlad stands up and Seras is startled by her huge height difference, but she only felt a heavy hand ruffling her hair.

"You will be... You will be Victoria" he said with a sweet smile after having impaled many people.

What memories... but someone was missing who was a spectator from afar.

The earl's evil eyes focused on a small space where a small and slender figure came out.

You approached between blood and bodies staked up to him... slowly like a wedding march,

unreal and idyllic

He was before you, once again, with his armor on like the first time they met, your eyes never left his,

"Vlad..." you whisper slowly bringing your hand closer to his manly face.

"My Lifeless Queen" he said, taking you closer to him and kissing you, kissing you without caring about the presence of the two females. And you reciprocated, with passion, love and desire.

"It's... you... really... it's you" you said between kisses.

Then you stroked his long mane and felt his features as if he were going to disappear.

They didn't say anything, but the looks from him were enough.

But unfortunately... it didn't last long, Anderson suddenly appeared attacking Vlad who, holding you by the waist, dodged the attack.

And a new and touching battle began.

It hurt you to see how Alucard remembered all the past and rape of him.

But it all ended with the moving death of a great human being named Anderson Alexander.

And Walter's betrayal

For everyone present the situation was a whirlwind of emotions.

But what you didn't expect was the departure of Alucard, who vanished into thin air after absorbing the catboy's blood.

You cursed yourself for not finishing him off when you could.

"Instead of yelling at me... my queen should give me one last kiss" and you did so, you kissed him while his eyes slowly closed without caring about Integra's orders.

And he vanished in your arms.

You fell to your knees on the floor screaming heartbroken and dejected

So much time apart and so little time together.

You stayed there, crying in silence.

While Integra and Seras finished off The Wolf Man and the Major. And as the last act of redemption, Walter finished off the doctor.

And 30 years passed...

30 years without Alucard.

You were so destroyed and hurt.

You thought about everything you had to tell him, the I love you's that you didn't tell him.

The eternal conversations at night.

And you believed that your destiny was to learn to live without Alucard, without your other half.

While on the other hand you and Seras became very close.

@lunasguard

#hellsing #alucard x reader #alucard x you #hellsing ultimate #The Wallachian Rose

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magikborn · 12 days

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welcome to london, NICHOLAS WILLIAMS (OC)! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like WILLIAM MOSELEY? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as a/an MUSICIAN. we also hear that you currently SOME of your memories from RED WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE and have a tendency to be WARM HEARTED as well as SENSITIVE.

name: nicholas arthur gareth paenn-williams

nicknames: nick, nicky

birthday: April 9th

age: 22

occupation: musician

sexual orientation: homosexual / demi - sexual

pronouns: he / him / they

abilities: none

he is the only child. nicholas is said have a kind soul besides his sister rita, who are five years apart. his upbringing for the first eleven years was extremely abusive between his mother and father with dylan being the worse to him since he since he was older. this caused him to withdraw into himself until his grandparents on his father's side picked up on it due to his behavior because he was known to be very prude publically. before it was known, he quickly became the favorite aside from rita, when it came to his grandparents or great grandparents, all on his father's side. when he was ten, his great grandmother, nona passed. he inherited the majority of money with rita getting trust funds to set them up as well. this caused further strife with his father, who resorted to beatings. it only got worse when nona's husband robert passed a year later and he was also deemed the heir to a multi million estate with his sister inheriting the jewelry. after the last beating he received, his grandfather saw the bruises and contacted his lawyers. travis refused to allow nicholas to go back home after and a few months later won custody of him and rita.

his grandparents disowned his father along with his mother. communication was cut and the royal family eventually cut ties with the paenns, forcing them to move to the states to avoid backlash. his grandparents were far more loving than his parents and he flourished in his studies at his new school he attended. it was during this time, he confessed to his grandmother, elena, that he thought he was bisexual. she embraced it but kept it away from the royal family because it was none of their business. years after attending uni to get a degree in music, he took it upon himself to take on the duties his grandfather couldn't do any longer. over time, he took over completely and abandoned his path of being a famous pianist. though he still plays for charity events. six months later, he was named the main heir to their estates along with his sibling and named viscount of wales.

a few years later, he woke up to london being changed. while he remembered the important events of his life, such as the adoption and becoming the viscount, he watched as his family did not recognize him anymore. he watched as the royal family he knew also did not remember themselves and a new family took over. resorting back to the only thing he knew and having been forced out of the mansion from lack of funds, he found himself in a small loft apartment and having to use his skills as a musician to get by.

#wal: intro #⤷ nicholas williams. // info #; bio #tw: childhood abuse

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hermitsearcher · 1 year

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On the Brink of Blossoming

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Cherry blossom petals are carried around in the light spring breeze. They dance and twirl and sway in rhythm with the wind bell chimes, until eventually the wind peters out and their waltz comes to an end. Slowly the petals drift back to the ground, some finding themselves nestled on top of a pair of black wings and a head of snow-colored hair.

Arthur fidgets around, shaking the petals off of him. Settled right behind the young tengu is Oz, silently huffing as his attempt to groom him becomes undone once more. Though the dragon says nothing more and sets the wooden brush against silken black feathers. beginning to combing through again.

Before, Oz had thought that grooming was a skill beyond him and always left it to the care of another. The dragon’s actions always carried a certain amount of power behind its weight, fierce and swift in any of his motions. Yet now, Oz takes care to be gentle with the child sitting before him.

He meticulously preens through each section of feathers, making sure not a single one was out of place. Being cautious not to scratch Arthur’s wings with the talons of his nails, Oz picks out any stray feathers sticking out as well as the stubborn cherry blossoms still clinging onto them.

“Lord Oz, can I please go and play now?” Arthur asks. The tengu’s tone is polite to mask the whine in his voice, but his childish words are unable to hide how young he still is.

“In a moment Arthur. I will be finished quickly if you can sit still for just a bit longer.” Oz answers back firmly yet still gently.

Arthur takes in a deep gulp of air, thinking that holding his breath will make himself even more still and cause the process to finish even faster. The ends of Oz’s mouth quirk up slightly at this, though it is visible to no one else in the courtyard.

Oz moves to quickly brush down the bits of unruly hair sticking up from Arthur’s small head. He’s just about done by the time the child was shaking from lack of air when the sound of the paper doors sliding could be heard. Oz turns his head to look up, but it seems that Arthur had already sprung from his seat to greet the visitor.

“Lord Figaro!”

Arthur jumps at Figaro, and the older dragon catches him just as easily in his arms, giving the excited little tengu a quick spin before setting him back down on the ground.

Even though Figaro had put him down, Arthur still wraps his arms around his legs from where he can reach him to hug the elder in greeting. Arthur looks up at him, his round face rosy red and a bit starry eyed.

“I’m so happy to see you again! Can I ask what you’re doing here though?”

A gentle hand runs through and ruffles the snow colored hair that Oz had just finished brushing.

“Lords Snow and White had called me for business this morning so I thought to come check up on Oz here while I’m back at the ‘ole Dragon’s Manor.”

Figaro finally looks in Oz’s direction to acknowledge the other. Oz only gives a curt nod in greeting from where he was standing, doing nothing more to welcome the guest. Figaro was already well accustomed to his brusque nature though and takes it that wasn’t uninvited here. He begins walking towards where Oz stood in the courtyard, Arthur wobbling right beside the dragon as he refuses to remove his arms wrapped around Figaro’s torso.

“You look well since I last saw you, Oz. Or maybe not? Your eyes seem to have aged a hundred years fold. Did childrearing finally take its toll on you and make you appear the same as your olden age?”

A hypocritical notion, considering Figaro was the older one between the two of them and had not looked a day past his prime for the past 2000 years.

“I think Lord Oz looks plenty youthful!” Arthur pipes right in.

“Is that so?” Figaro hums out. From where he stopped an arm’s length away from Oz, he reaches out towards Oz’s face. Figaro’s fingers curl under his jaw and the side of his face, while the pad of his thumb brushes Oz’s cheekbone, his long and sharpened nail grazing right below the eye.

Figaro tilts his head to look up at Oz, where jaded green makes direct contact with slitted red. The lids of his eyes squint ever so slightly, changing the pleasant expression on his face to something more familiar. Oz does not miss this subtle shift, Figaro’s eyes speaking to him in another conversation contrary to his jovial words. Did you miss me? he reads, and Oz only barely lowers the lids of his eyes in reply back. He wonders what Figaro had read in them, but the other seems pleased enough to finally drop his hand back down to his side.

“I guess you’re right. Still the same stone faced Oz I’ve known since before.” Figaro smiles down at the boy, giving him a pat or two atop his head.

“Oh that does remind me. I have a gift for you Arthur. Just something I got from a traveling merchant back in town that I thought you would like.”

Arthur pulls back from Figaro and waits in anticipation. Figaro’s hand in his sleeves shuffles around for a bit before pulling something out and presenting it to the boy.

The gift was a small carved wooden rabbit with a handle of sorts sticking out from a hole in its back. Arthur gently takes the toy into the palm of both his hands and gingerly inspects every surface inch of the object.

“If you want to give it a try, just wind up the key on its back.”

Arthur twists the wooden mechanic as he’s instructed. Nothing happens for a moment, then suddenly the wooden rabbit springs to life and jumps right out of Arthur’s hands and onto the ground. It moves by itself for a couple more hops before stilling completely. The young tengu lets out a yelp of excitement, and twists the key once more to watch the little toy leap around in fascination.

“Thank you so much for the gift Lord Figaro!” Arthur jumps to hug the elder once more in a quick tight embrace, and Figaro laughs lightly returning the gesture. The child then turns to look up at Oz with wide eyes.

“Lord Oz, would it be alright for me to go outside the manor to play with this?”

Oz nods slowly, before adding an additional comment, “Be careful to not stray beyond the gates and into the mountain’s forest.”

“Of course Lord Oz!” Arthur cheers in excitement. He picks up the toy off the ground clutching it in his grasp. The tengu takes a moment to hug Oz’s legs as well, but soon enough he’s running off in excitement, practically flying as his wings give a couple flaps to let the wind help carry his steps.

Oz softly smiles as he watches the small back disappear around the corner. Once gone, he hears Figaro let out a light chuckle at the cute scene.

“Spring surely has come this time around.” Figaro comments beside him.

Oz thinks of all the life growing around him. Of the little things that managed to survive the harsh winter cold and now live boldly. The small sprigs of color popping up from the once barren ground and the whorl of pink and white petals continuously falling around him.

“The season is upon Sakuragumo so it seems…” Oz concludes, nodding in agreement.

The dragon beside him hums. “That’s not quite what I mean, you silly little boy.”

Figaro suddenly steps to close the gap of space between them. He’s a hair's breadth away from Oz, his soft springy ashen blue hair close enough to bristle against his face. Oz catches the familiar scent of bitter herbs and sake off from the other, though it’s a touch unfamiliar from Figaro living and traveling outside of the manor they had once resided in together.

Oz unconsciously leans closer to Figaro. He wants to be reacquainted with what has become foreign. To overwrite it with his own sense, to bite him, to take him in-

Oz’s thoughts are jolted to a stop as he feels the sensation of something, or rather someone touching his horns. The dragon lord is so surprised that his tail bats across the ground, and he immediately glares at the offender.

Figaro’s arms are reaching above his head to gently caress Oz’s horns. He’s smiling lightly, as if he’s purposefully ignoring how Oz is seconds away from jumping him.

“Rather, in all the 2000 years I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen these flowers bloom so brilliantly.”

His touch lingers for a second longer, before sliding down Oz’s head to take a strand of midnight black hair and kiss the ends of it.

“Figaro.” Oz growls at him.

“I’ll be out of your hair now. I just wanted to give my regards to the Dragon Lord Oz before heading back.” Maybe he sees something of a smug smirk on Figaro’s face, but it’s gone before he can confirm it.

As a final gesture, Figaro takes Oz’s hand into his grasp. He bows, lowering his head to press his forehead to the back of the hand and holds the position for a moment. Figaro gives a quick kiss to the same spot as well, before dropping his hold and stepping back to turn to leave.

“Until the next time the winds bring us together.” Figaro calls out. He waves off to Oz without a glance back.

Oz remains standing still under the flowering trees, watching the loose figure disappear out of sight. A breeze of petals chases after the other in his place.

#rain writing #mhyk ficlets #ozfi #gayass fuckign dragons #crossposted from ao3

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camelotsheart · 3 years

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You brought peace at last.

Merthur Week 2021 | Day 1: Favourite Battle

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thebookluvrr1816 · 3 years

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The prince was destined to become a great king, uniting the land of Albion and freeing magic once more. But right now, that paled into insignificance beside the thought of no longer being by Arthur’s side. - BBC Merlin Official Books

“I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you” Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

For @camelotsheart

#merthur #merthuredit #merlinedit #bbc merlin #tvedit #perioddramaedit #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin x arthur #arthur x merlin #merlin bbc #merlin choosing arthur over destiny magic and everything else #every.single.time.#quotes #poetry edit #bbc merlin books #bbc merlin official books

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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Tease [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 4110

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Every time George tries to get you alone, something seems to interrupt you and he can’t seem to catch a break. Maybe he just needs to get a bit more creative, or maybe teasing you under the table is enough to get you as worked up and desperate as he is.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. george is being a hot cheeky bastard wanting to shag his girlfriend.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @harrysweasleys @toranyx @theweirdsideofstuff @ickle-ronniekins @levylovegood @wand3ringr0s3 @diary-of-an-onliner

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: idk, george makes me feel things. enjoy and thanks for requesting nonnie! ❤️

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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George was frustrated. In both senses of the word. He had originally thought that inviting you to the Burrow over Christmas was a wonderful idea, and whilst he loved having you around, he felt as though he’d barely even seen you since you’d arrived. And it was beginning to drive him insane.

He loved that you got along with his family so well, that they constantly wanted to be around you but, in his eyes, he’d invited you there to be with him, and the fact you’d probably had around 10 minutes alone over the last week was starting to get to him.

It didn’t help, and he was certain you were doing this on purpose, that you kept wearing his shirts around the Burrow - something you knew turned him on - or that one day you wore a jumper that fell off one shoulder, exposing the area of skin that George wanted to kiss and bite down on. Or, worse, that one day you wore a skirt and knee high socks - Merlin, George thought he felt his heart stop that day.

He’d tried multiple times to get you alone - pulled you into empty rooms in the Burrow to kiss you, locked Fred out of their bedroom and even tried snogging you outside but it had gotten too cold and started snowing. Unfortunately, each time you were alone in a room together, you’d been interrupted fairly quickly by his family coming to ask you something or other, or in the case of locking his twin out, Fred had grabbed a broom and flew up to the window and knocked on there instead, wiggling his eyebrows and wolf whistling at the both of you as he found you underneath your boyfriend (fully clothed, much to George’s dismay).

So to say he was getting desperate would be an understatement.

And as he watched you from across the living room, sat cross legged on one of the couches as you laughed with Ginny, he began thinking of new ways to spend time with you, without the rest of his family barging in.

He thought about locking Fred out again, but this time closing the curtains and the window. He thought about the shed outside, and as much as he’d like to be in those close quarters with you, he knew it was far too cold. All he wanted was to be with you, without everyone else hanging round.

He finally saw his chance when Ginny decided to go off to talk to Hermione about some work she had for the next coming school term, leaving you in the living room with just the twins.

George seized the moment, standing up and walking over to you. He leant down to your ear, his voice low and warm breath hitting the side of your face, “My room, in two minutes.” You felt a shiver down your spine as you watched him walk off towards the stairs, eyes glued to the way his back muscles were moving in the t shirt he was wearing, but not missing the warning look he shot at Fred, who was sat in front of the fire and smirking at his younger twin.

You stood up after a minute, straightening out your sweater before following in the direction of where George had just left, rolling your eyes but laughing all the same when Fred called after you, “Not on my bed, okay?”

“That was one time!” You joked, laughing harder when you heard him spluttering out a horrified, “What?!”

Reaching the top of the stairs, you made the familiar journey to the twins’ room, where George was waiting. No sooner had you pushed the twins’ door open were you suddenly pressed against it, your boyfriend’s lips on yours, kissing you desperately, as if it were the last thing he’d ever do. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands resting on the skin underneath the hem of your sweater.

His fingers ran up your side to the base of your bra, gently stroking along the lace as his eyes widened, him pulling away very slightly, both to catch his breath and ask, “You’re wearing lace for me?”

You shrugged, grinning at him, “Maybe.”

He groaned, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head, “You’re killing me, love.”

He ducked his head to press open mouthed kisses across your neck, talking between each one, “Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been not being as close to you as I want to be? I’ve been going insane.”

“You think you’re the only one?”

His hands ran down your body and round to your bum, giving it a squeeze as he pushed you against the wall. As he trailed up towards your mouth to kiss you properly, he tugged gently at the hem of your sweater.

Just as you had pulled it over your head - George mesmerised by the way your lace bra accentuated your breasts - you heard Molly call up the stairs that food was ready, and for everyone to come down.

George shook his head, grabbing your waist, “I can’t wait any longer, just look what you’ve done to me, love.” He pressed himself against you, and you could feel him hard against where you wanted him, making your breath hitch.

“Let’s just not go,” he mumbled, tracing kisses across your collarbone and down to the tops of your breasts.

You let out a breathy sigh as you ran your hand through his messy hair, “We have to, your mum has made food and honestly I’d love to eat it - I’m hungry and she’s an amazing cook.”

George buried his head into your shoulder,

“I’d rather eat something else to be honest.”

“George!” You playfully swatted at his arm, before pulling away and moving around him to grab the sweater you’d dropped, putting it back on.

As you passed him again, he reached out to grab your hip, “Are you sure we have to go?” You nodded, “Yes! Everyone will be waiting for us.”

“Fine...” He agreed, albeit reluctantly, running a hand through his hair to tidy it a little as he sat on his bed. You stood near the doorway for a couple of minutes, waiting for him to stand up, however he continued to sit there, making you raise an eyebrow and turn to walk out, hoping it would prompt him to follow, “Right, come on then.”

“Give me a minute,” he replied, staring at the floor.

You turned back to him with a frown. “Why- oh!” You realised, “Want me to wait or go?”

George licked his lips, his eyes looking you up and down, “Should probably go darlin’, knowing you’re right next to me looking like you do is enough to keep me hard all night.”

Scoffing out a laugh, you looked at him sympathetically, “We’ll finish this later, I promise.”

You left him in his room, heading down the stairs to where the family usually ate meals, finding most of them already there, bar Ron and Harry, who arrived a few minutes after you, pushing and shoving each other as they laughed at something one of them had said.

You were sat at the end of the table, Fred across from you, an empty seat to your left for George. Molly rushed into the room, placing plates of food down with a wave of her wand, fussing over Harry before heading over to you, “Do you know where George is, dear?”

“I think he’s in his room, Molly. Said he’d be down soon,” you replied with a smile. She placed a plate in front of you and nodded as you thanked her, “That boy is never on time for anything I swear - he’ll be late to even your wedding, just you watch dear!”

Her comment made your cheeks warm, and you ducked your head to hide your smile just as she wandered off to grab a plate for Percy, who was sat at the other end of the table beside Arthur, deep in conversation.

“So, where is my dear younger twin?” Fred asked, shooting you a knowing smirk as he began eating the food on his plate.

“Well-“

“I’m right here,” George announced as he entered the room, finally making his appearance as he took the seat beside you.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Fred spoke with a knowing grin shot in his twin’s direction.

“Yeah well, I had something to take care of,” George grumbled, sharing a glance with you and rolling his eyes when Fred let out a mocking laugh.

The beginning of the meal went by as normal, the family laughing and joking, you joining in. You’d just placed some more food in your mouth when you felt George’s hand on your thigh, just above your knee - the place he knew got you worked up. You glanced over at him, but his focus was on the conversation going on about a new muggle artefact Arthur had discovered at work.

Thinking it was just a coincidence, you went back to eating, however you suddenly felt his hand slide up your thigh slowly, fingertips squeezing gently, and dancing across the waistband of your trousers. Noticing the small smirk on George’s face, you shook your head a little at him, gesturing discreetly at the rest of his family, but he didn’t seem to be too concerned.

His hand moved down into your underwear, his fingers finding your clit easily - both from practice and from just knowing your body so well - and he gently began tracing circles, making your hips jolt forward and causing you to almost drop your fork.

He gave you a cheeky grin, “Everything okay there, love?” You grit your teeth as you replied, “Everything is just fine.”

His applied a little more pressure, circling faster and making you bite your lip. You swallowed a content sigh so as to not egg him on, and tried to focus on the main conversation, which had moved onto Hogwarts.

“So Y/n,” Molly began, making everyone turn to you, including George, who shot you a half smirk before picking up his pace, making you swallow harshly, “How are your lessons going?”

“They’re going quite well, Molly!” You replied, though your voice was slightly shaky, “I’m enjoying Care of Magical Creatures this year, there’s some interesting-“ you let out a half gasp as George suddenly pushed a finger into you, earning a few looks of concern.

“Are you okay, dear?” Molly asked, “Do you need me to get you anything?”

“Oh no! I’m fine, thank you! I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened there! But as I was saying, there’s some interesting creatures we’re learning about this year, so I’m really excited,” you smiled, hoping no one would be suspicious (nobody seemed to be, even Fred seemed preoccupied and wasn’t paying much attention, which you were thankful for.)

Hermione began talking about her own lessons, and you shot a warning glare over at George, who smiled innocently at you, as if he wasn’t currently fingering you under the table where his family were eating their evening meal. He added a second finger casually, bringing you closer to the edge.

He moved his fingers in and out, smirking to himself as he continuing eating his meal with one hand. He carried on for a couple of minutes and your hips began thrusting slightly towards his hand.

However, just as you clenched around him, he stopped what he was doing for a moment. You glared up at him, raising an eyebrow but he just shot you a lazy half smile, waiting for you to come back down a little before moving again, purposely teasing you.

Thankfully, the food was eaten quickly, meaning George had to stop. You were both grateful for that, and annoyed as you were now even more frustrated than before, as he hadn’t actually let you finish.

Soon after the plates were cleared, Molly ushered you all into the living room to sit down and wait for her to bring you all some hot chocolate. It was a tradition you adored usually, however since you were sat near your hot boyfriend who had now made you extremely sexually frustrated, you couldn’t wait for everyone to just go to bed.

George shared a couch with you, draping a blanket across both of your legs, and making sure you were comfy. You leant your head against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A few minutes later, you were all sat around the roaring fire, chatting together over your mugs of hot chocolate. You brought it up to your nose and revelled in the amazing smell, before taking your first sip. You had to admit, if there was one thing you loved about Christmas at the Weasleys, it was Molly’s hot chocolate.

You rested the mug on your knee, however nearly spilled some of your drink when you felt George’s free hand creep under the blanket and across your thigh. You tensed, still on edge from his antics at the dinner table - something that made him smile to himself, knowing you were getting just as worked up as he had been all week.

Placing a hand over his, you halted his actions, trying to push him away just a little, in order to be more decent. Undeterred, George decided to wait a couple of minutes before trying again. He placed his hand on the inside of your thigh, and then left it there, unmoving and right where you wanted him, making you shift uncomfortably.

You quickly drank your hot chocolate and placed it on the side table next to you, before looking over at George and raising an eyebrow at him. He grinned innocently just as he squeezed your inner thigh, making you press you lips together and it taking everything in you not to buck your hips against his hand.

Luckily, Hermione stood up soon after she’d finished her own drink, placing the mug on the table and stretching, “Thank you for the hot chocolate, Mrs Weasley, but I think I’m going to head up to bed. I’ve got a new book that I can’t wait to start!”

And then after Hermione, one by one, you noticed everyone bidding their goodnights and heading up the stairs and further into the burrow, until you realised it was just Molly and Arthur left. And after a while, even they retreated upstairs too - Molly ensuring you knew there was more food left in the kitchen if you wanted it - meaning you and George were finally alone.

“You tease!” You scolded, “Under the bloody table and then under a blanket when your family were literally less than a metre away from us? What were you thinking?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it. It excited you, knowing they were there, didn’t it?” He said in a low tone, his eyes flickering down to your lips. You opened your mouth to reply but no words came out, knowing he wasn’t exactly wrong, and he knew it.

George bit his lip and gave one last glance up the stairs before bringing you into a rough kiss, pulling you onto him so you were straddling him on the couch.

It didn’t take long for you both to be breathing heavily, hot breaths hitting your face as he licked down your jaw.

He shifted under you, rolling his hips up into you, making the both of you groan, before you had to pull away a little.

“You sure you want to do it here?” You asked as you glanced up the stairs at where his family had disappeared to moments before.

“We’ve tried everywhere else, and kept being interrupted. Here, everyone is going to sleep. It’s our best chance,” George reasoned, running a finger along the waistband of your trousers.

“What if someone needs something from down here and catches us?” You asked, though you began leaning towards him to bring him into another kiss. He smirked back at you, “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

And you hated to admit it, but he was right. Something about the risk of being caught whilst being fucked by George was definitely appealing, and you looked up at him, biting your lip as you smiled, “I suppose so.”

That was all George needed to bring you back into a hot kiss, swirling his tongue around your mouth as you ground your hips down onto him, making him groan into your mouth. His hands gripped your waist pulling you against him further as one of yours ran through his hair, the other resting on his chest.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmured against your lips, taking a quick breather to grab the hem of your sweater and helping you to pull it off, throwing it on the floor and leaving you in that lacy bra that George had been picturing the entire time he was sat at the table.

You reached round to unclip it but George stopped you, “Keep the bra on... and your knickers while you’re at it, I’m just gonna pull them to one side and fuck you whilst you’re wearing them.”

You moaned at the thought, grinding down onto his hard cock again, making him let out a shuddering breath. Pulling away for a moment, you stood up to take your trousers off, George doing the same. He then pulled off his underwear, his cock springing out, long and hard as he stroked himself a couple of times before sitting back down on the couch, pulling you down onto him again.

You could feel him against the lace of your underwear, and you circled your hips, making him groan against the skin of your neck, where he was pressing wet, open mouthed kisses, occasionally biting and sucking to elicit breathy moans from you.

“Look at you being all desperate for me,” George commented, watching as you kept bucking your hips against him, needy for the friction between your legs.

He reached down into your soaked underwear for the second time that evening, teasing your clit again before bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean them off. He felt you grinding yourself down onto him and smirked to himself before deciding to move you a little to the right so you were now straddling his thigh, “Reckon you could come just from fucking my thigh, love?”

He jolted his leg a little, the skin of his muscular thigh moving against the material of your underwear and hitting you in just the right spot, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Merlin, you look so wickedly hot right now,” George breathed out, watching as you circled your hips around his thigh, eyes shut, head falling back as gasps fell from your pretty lips. At the back of his mind, he was aware that you couldn’t be much louder if you didn’t want to be caught, but Godric, did George love the sounds you were making.

“I’m close,” you gasped as he squeezed your hips, lifting his thigh a little to add more pressure. “That’s a good girl, I’m right here,” he murmured in your ear. Just a few minutes later, you felt the familiar feeling of pleasure washing over you, leaning your head onto George’s shoulders as he pressed kisses along the side of your neck.

“You looked so pretty coming for me like that, darlin’. Did you enjoy my thigh?” He murmured, sucking on a patch of skin below your ear. You nodded feebly, still seeing stars, and George smiled against your skin. He gave you a couple of minutes to bring your heart rate back to normal, however as soon as he felt your hips moving again, he leaned back with a smug expression and bit his lip, glancing from your dazed eyes to your swollen lips, “Are you ready for more, princess?”

All you could bring yourself to do was nod, finally satisfied from all the teasing he’d done to you over the course of the evening. He kissed you gently, a difference pace from a few moments previous, before thrusting his hips up to meet yours, enjoying the moan that escaped you as he hit your sensitive clit.

You felt him move your underwear to the side, and he lifted you up a little, allowing you slowly sink down onto him, making you both groan, enjoying the feeling of him being inside you again.

“You feel so bloody good, love,” he praised as you started to move up and down on his cock, circling your hips and falling into a rhythm as you rode him, “Taking me so well. My good girl.”

“George,” you breathed out, clutching his shoulders and he grabbed your hips to guide you. His head fell back, heavy breaths leaving his lips as you continued to ride him, both of you getting close - you from all the stimulation and him from his lack of.

You continued moving on him as he pushed his hips up to meet your thrusts. He sat up a little bit, causing him to go deeper, and you had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out.

“You’re so good to me, love. I’m getting close,” he groaned, leaning forward to press kisses to the tops of your breasts, gently biting at one in order to leave a mark.

“Georgie you feel amazing, I’m-“ you finished your sentence with a groan as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Come for me, darlin’,” he murmured into your neck, and you let your second orgasm of the night hit you, pleasure flowing through your body as your eyes closed and head fell back, clenching around him and moaning again as you felt George finish inside of you just as you began to come down from the high.

You both stayed there for a moment, the only sounds being the both of your heavy breathing as you tried to steady your heart rate.

And that’s when you heard the sound of the steps creaking and you froze, hands gripping onto George’s shoulders as your heart beat fast for a different reason this time, praying whoever it was wouldn’t find you in the position you were in currently - namely, sat on top of your boyfriend on his couch with him still inside you. You waited with bated breath, eyes shutting in anticipated embarrassment as he pulled the blanket around you in case he had to hide you.

“Will you two be a bit quieter? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

You exhaled at the sound of Fred’s voice hissing down from the top of the stairs, thanking Merlin it wasn’t Molly.

“Please just go back to the room, Fred,” George called back to his twin through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know, I kinda want a glass of water now I’m up...” Fred replied, and you heard him step down onto the next stair tauntingly.

“Fred!” George warned. “Fine, I’m going, I’m going!”

You heard him heading back up the creaky stairs and across to where you knew his room was before opening your eyes to look up at George, letting out a small giggle as he leant his forehead against your shoulder for a moment, before pulling you off of him carefully and standing up to grab a cloth for you, unable to keep himself from laughing too.

“You know he’s never going to let us forget this right?” You grinned in the dark, before grabbing the cloth from him.

“Might as well make it a night to remember then, huh?” George grinned cheekily, leaning against the nearby wall and crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes wandered down the veins in his lower arms before looking up at him, “What do you mean?”

“I’m thinking, round two, you sat on the kitchen counter, with my head between your legs. What do you say?” George smirked, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked you over.

You stood up quickly, grabbing his hand, “I say let’s go.”

“Well that didn’t take much convincing,” he followed you into the kitchen with a grin.

“Yeah well,” you replied as you reached the kitchen counter, him grabbing your waist and lifting you up onto it, standing between your legs,

“Right now I’d rather you use that tongue for something other than talking.”

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