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pokikichuu · 14 days

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MUSE | A Wangxian drabble.

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Warning: Major Character death.

This drabble includes: Immortal Wei Ying, Poet Lan zhan, Dead Lan zhan, angst but make it poetic, inspired by poetry (Iamnotapoet), love letter, this entire fic is a love letter, first person pov of wei ying.

Summery: Immortal Wei Ying falls in love with Lan Wangji, a Navy Soldier and poet. His faith catches onto him and he looses his love, down to the ocean. In order to forever engrave Lan Wangji's face in his mind, Wei Ying makes paintings and sculptures of him, waiting for the eternal end where he can get a glimpse of him again...

Word count: 969

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M U S E

Lan Zhan, my dear,

The smell of soil after a drizzle, the sound of leaves grumbling with the wind, the sight of the sun setting under a blanket of purple and orange clouds, the taste of fresh water after a run, nothing can compare to the feeling of your skin against mine.

I don't remember when my life began, I don't see it ending anytime soon either. However, I remember one thing, when your eyes met mine, I felt the most alive.

You were frowning, I was not. I met you on a whim, in the midst of an adventure, but I forgot my purpose when I caught a glimpse of you; your brunette hair flowing with the wind.

You sat straight viewing the vast ocean in front of you, the sunset in front resembled your hazel eyes. Oh, you were breathtaking. I had gathered my courage to approach you, and with God's wish, I had succeeded.

And since then, I remember my days clearly.

At first glance, one might assume you were somewhat of a crude man, even I assumed the same. However, you were as gentle as a lily on a lake, your soft gaze, kind laughs and gentle kisses kept me awake at nights. Even during the sleepless nights, you laid by my side. Then I would admire your lips, your eyes, your pretty scar on your left cheek and you would chuckle.

Your chuckles were my favourite, it still is. It will forever be.

When I look out into the sunset, I see your eyes. When I make my way to the market and come across the water lily on the lake, it only reminds me of your touch, your fragrance.

Pity me, for falling for a sailor, a soldier, a poet and a writer. You were all those things, but to me, you were always my friend, my family and my lover.

You had pages after pages of poems about my eyes, I had a hut full of paintings of your face. How can we be so different and similar at the same time? As if, you were the full moon who only shows up every twenty eight days, where me, the sun, waited to meet you everyday.

Pity me, for waiting for you still, knowing you will never reach the shore.

Pity me, for being a widower without ever eloping with you, my love.

My love,

You were the one I would paint with, laugh with, the one I was willing to die with. If only I had known, you would never return, I would’ve drowned myself in you, with you.

Dying with the earth seems to be a blessing to an outsider, only I know, how much of a curse that is, how dying and lying beside your astray grave is more peaceful than living forever with the thought of you gone from this world.

Why? Why must I suffer? Why must I be cursed with such a power?

I remember very less, my family, their image is something I can’t seem to recall. I only linger with their voices and some words they have written down; I cherish them. My acquaintances from childhood, I neither remember their faces nor their names. They have escaped my memory; like wind flows through spring.

However, I can not bear to forget you. Forgetting you is equal to losing the most precious treasure of my life. I can’t bear it.

Slowly, my little hut became your shrine. The painting of you, your details that only I know of, your smile that only I saw, your gaze that only I received, each moment, each fond memory ended up on wrinkled paper with paint made from berries you and I planted together. Your face, body, hands, I captured them in soil from the island I first met you on.

Tears roll down my freckled cheeks as I sculpt your face, from memory that is as vivid as my dreams of you. The softness of the soil can not justify your soft skin, however I had to make do of what I had. As my fingers go over your jaw, I almost expect the lifeless sculpture to smile and tell me “I love you,” like you used to. Oh, how I wish that came true! How I wish I could sculpt you back to life!

All I, a hopeless man, can do is wish for something that is not meant to stay mine.

God gifted me you for only thirteen years, equal to spec of dust in a desert compared to my lifetime. However, how pathetic am I to hold onto that for the rest of eternity? Hold onto a grain of sand and think of it as my desert?

Even the sunset in a desert reminds me of your eyes.

My lips have gone chapped, by kissing the hard stone that I made into your lips. My fingers have calluses from moulding your pretty face out of the soil. My cheek now has the same scar you had, whilst mine was intentional. All my clothes have the same paint stains as the hundreds of paintings I made of you.

I would rather die than forget you, I wouldn’t let you be the gust of wind that flows through spring, that blows through my mind in a few years.

I don’t know when My time will come, but when I will get to meet you, if I do, I want you to look at me the same way you did for thirteen years. With your eye-smile, with your blushed ears and with a tight hug.

I will forever wait for that day, while I spend my life recreating you in every art form there is.

Except poetry, as you were the best at that.

#mdzs #writing #poetry #poem #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wan #drabble #the untamed #mxtx mdzs #mxtx #light angst #angst #dead lovers #omg #immortality #love letters #get tissues for your issues

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iridescentkippen · 10 months

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playlist 24/?: songs for characters that lost their lover

# of songs: 60

about: the feeling of your other half being gone for good. waking up in the middle of the night and rolling over in bed before remembering they're not there. an ode to characters like todd anderson, richie tozier, marvin falsettos, and nick carroway.

features: die alone by FINNEAS, john my beloved by sufjan stevens, places we won’t walk by bruno major, i want you by mitski, and more.

please like/reblog if you enjoyed! it helps because links don’t show up in tags :))

#this is one of my older ones but still a goodie !!#it's got a lot of good stuff on it i think :)#i randomly drop stuff on it so idk that the number will always be 60 but oh well !!#if i do put stuff on it i'll probably forget to update this oops #dead poets society #it 2017 #it 2019 #falsettos #the great gatsby #dead lover #dead lovers #finneas #sufjan stevens #bruno major #mitski #playlist #spotify playlist #my playlist #spotify

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eddieslittlefreak · 9 months

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in the darkness - steddie ff.

summary: steve thought these were just nightmares of his dead lover eddie, but seems like the line between reality and dreams sometimes become blurry. because a heart that stopped beating is still capable of love

note: the dark topics were always one of my favourites!! it’s a really long fic, which i started before my mental health got bad again, but finished when i started to look for something to get out of its pit hole. it made me avoid writing for the last couple of months, time to get back to it !!

A hot night in July. That’s when it happened.

Steve was sitting on his balcony in the late night hours, drinking a cup of tea. He enjoyed the life of the rich way too often after his lover Eddie passed away in mysterious ways. No one knew how the accident happened really, and Steve was dreaming of him ever since the night he left. He sometimes thought he saw a shadow from the corner of his eye, but whenever he turned to take a better look, no one was there. He sort of became paranoid and his friends were honestly worried about him. Nancy adviced therapy, while Dustin offered late night talks with him. But Steve turned these off, telling his mates he is completely fine. Even if a part of him was missing, that Eddie took with him.

After a while he decided to get ready to sleep. He did his usual routine, and shifted to sleep quickly, his mind tired from the constant memory flashbacks he had through the day. All of them were of Eddie. Because Steve smiled and laughed, went on with his days, but the grief was slowly killing him, too.

As the clock striked midnight, a noise was heard from outside of his bedroom, somewhere down the hallway. Steve thought he must be dreaming, but as he heard something again, little drops of cold sweat started to appear on his forehead. He lighted the candle right on his bedside table and got it in his hand.

His bedroom door opened with a loud creak, and Steve’s heart jumped into his throat. He didn’t even know what could have made the noise, but his guts were filled with horror and curiousness. He took each step slowly, ready for anything that was waiting for him in the darkness.

At least he thought he was ready for anything.

The wax was slowly running down on the side of the candle as Steve approached the sound in the kitchen. His kitchen was gigantic, you could basically get lost in it. Someone was there, facing the cabinet. Steve’s heartbeat was in his throat as he was looking at the back of the man. Long, dark curls were falling onto his shoulder and Steve thought he must be dreaming. His clothing was dark as well, giving his body a beautiful shape. Steve never believed in ghosts, which is well.. a good thing, since this person wasn’t a ghost. He looked just as alive as Steve, and Steve started to get creeped out.

He bit his lip, bruising the soft skin on it with his teeth, while on the top of his tongue there was a name. A name that wanted to knock his tooth out to finally be heard. He rubbed his eyes, still holding into the last bit of hope of this all being only a fidgement of his imagination, a trick that his mind was playing on him. He thought running would be the best option, so he started to back up, but he didn’t dare to take his eyes off the person in front of him. He wasn’t looking where he was going, so he accidentally knocked down a glass which luckily didn’t break, but made a sharp noise in the silence.

Steve’s heart jumped into his throat once again as the person turned and now was facing him.

“E-Eddie?” Steve’s voice was weak, filled with fear. The candle was shaking in his hand and little drops of sweat started to form on the back of his neck.

“My, my..” a grin creeped onto Eddie’s lips. He was thrilled and excited to see his lover again. He literally went through hell just to get back to him. “It’s so nice to finally see you again, my dear.” Eddie stepped closer and Steve and Steve almost screamed. He was so close to throwing the candle at him, risking that he burns down the whole house.

“No, wait! Get away from me, you freak!” he cried out, stepping back as much as the wall would let him. Now there was no escape. “You can’t be him! He.. he..”

“Died?” Eddie tilted his head, curiousity hiding in his dark eyes. He was now so close to Steve, that if he reached out, he could have touched him. “Death doesn’t mean leaving, Steve.” Eddie gently shook his head, warm smile spreading on his lips. “I missed you so much, my dear.” he touched Steve’s face. Eddie’s hand was stone cold, like he didn’t have any blood flowing in it, while Steve’s cheek was burning like the sun. “Didn’t you miss me?” he asked as he took the candle, placing it to the near by table. Steve was shaking, terrified to close his eyes for even a moment. He didn’t know what he could possibly do if he didn’t pay attention.

“You can’t be him.” he said as he thickly swallowed. “It’s not possible.” Steve was mostly saying this to himself, because he was a bit scared that he might have gone mad. He should have listened to his dear friends when they offered help, but he had no clue about what was waiting for him.

“I am real, darling. I am so real, and I am here to take you with me.” Eddie said, leaning closer to his scared to death lover. He gently pressed his lips against Steve’s, who was still shaking like a leaf. He felt like his knees are about to give up as Eddie deepend the kiss, so he grabbed his arms and tried to keep himself steady. Eddie’s skin was like porcelain, but he kissed so hotly. Steve felt like every part of him was on fire, burning him to the core. He finally closed his eyes, his limbs giving in as Eddie’s hands wondered over his whole body. He was familiar with every inch of Steve, he knew every secret of his.

“Please.” Steve didn’t know what he was asking for. He was confused, scared and so, so lost.

“Steve, oh Steve!” Eddie raised his voice like a royalty before his most solemn speach. “People think that when your body starts to rot, all the love poures out through the holes on your skin, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. Love still lingers in the core of my bones and every part of me aches for you.” he breathed heavily onto Steve’s neck, as his lips found their perfect spot on the senstivie skin. “My mind is fogged up with the thought of you and I can’t seem to go on without you. I am your lover, right? Do you still want me, Steve?” Eddie touched Steve’s neck, which made the man jump.

“You’re so cold..” he whined softly, eyes traicing over Eddie’s painfully gorgeous face. He used to paint him, sit in front of the canvas for days because he wanted everything to be perfect. Eddie just seemed to casually exist with all of the beauty of his, not even noticing the looks on the streets he got from strangers. And seems like death didn’t change a single thing. He was just as beautiful as he was on the day Steve lost him in the accident. Everything stayed the same; the rasp of his voice, the gaze of his doe eyes, the shape of his mellow lips. Steve’s face got flustered just from the memory of where have those lips been on his body before and now he ached to his soul, pressing up against Eddie. He missed him, he longed for him and he felt like he is about to break under the weight of the grief. But now somehow Eddie was there, more alive than ever.

“Regardless of that, I have a burning desire for you, Steve..” he lowered his voice. He wrapped his hand around Steve’s wrist then placed it onto his hip, dangerously close to his crotch. He was flaming hot there and Steve might have gave a small, needy whine. He was at the edge of crying as he lied his head into the crock of Eddie’s neck, breathing heavily onto the ice cold skin.

“Jesus Christ..” Steve murmured, the soft curls of Eddie’s tickling his face. “You’re.. real?”

“Haven’t you listened to me before, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, wrapping his other arm around Steve’s waist. “So real, and so yours.” Steve finally moved his numb limbs, pulling Eddie closer to him, not even caring about how bizarre the situation was. He was fighting for air, his lungs were desperate. He was at the edge of hyperventilating. “Breath for me, my dear. I am here.” he whispered into Steve’s ear, who needed to listen and he started to feel a bit lightheaded. “Nothing will take you away from me anymore.” he was brushing over Steve’s back, so gentle and careful.

Steve lifted his head, just to look into the eyes of death. He never seen such terrifying sight before, and he immediately backed up from Eddie, earning a dark glare. Steve clenched his fists as his jaw tensed. He was sure, that this is his lover, but in a much different, darker form that he had before. That once clean and delicate soul now was dirty and rough, and was painfully yearning for one thing: Steve.

“Leave.” Steve said, voice small, but steady. Eddie tilted his head, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“What does that suppose to mean, Stevie?” he asked, eyes dangerously dark. Steve’s gaze lingered over the wall, where one of his favorite paintings hang. He could barely see the outlines of it in the light of the candle, but he knew what that painting meant for him and Eddie.

“I watched you die, Eddie.” said Steve, avoiding eye contact “I don’t want whatever took over you, to shatter my most precious memories of you. You’re the love of my life, and as much as I want to, I just cannot give myself over the mirage of seeing you here, touching you, feeling you. It’s all so fucking terrifying, Eddie. I am so damn terrified.” Eddie listened, not even taking a louder breath while Steve was talking. “You have no clue how I felt on the first night alone. It was the loneliest night of my whole existence, and I wished to never live ever again after it. I prayed to some God, whoever is up in the skies to just take me, too.” he looked up at him “Whatever or whoever you are, do not shade the memory of my one true love.”

At first, Eddie’s shoulder shook a bit and Steve thought that he is about to start crying. But it was quite actually the opposite. The first few small giggles were like a thorn, pushed right through Steve’s heart. Eddie’s playful grin now became a bit evil, but something, something still lingered behind of it that still reminded Steve of who Eddie once was. Does death changes you?

“Haven’t you listened, Steve?” Eddie sighed, as he softly shook his head “It’s. Me. I know exactly how much you still want me, because death never made a difference.” he took a few steps closer to him, and Steve just couldn’t get himself to pull away again. His body was against what his mind wanted. “Let me take you with me, my dear.”

“No.. no!” Steve snapped, then grabbed the candle and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Eddie there.

It was the darkest hour of the night, when even the moon decided to hide behind some clouds that gathered on the sky. The candle wasn’t enough source of light, Steve couldn’t even see in front of him. He just hoped that he could find a way back to his room where he could lock himself away, and this nightmare would end as soon as he went to sleep again. Suddenly, everything went silent. The wasn’t any creaking, or owl hooting, but the silence, that ate him up. He stopped, like his legs froze, and desperately looked around in the darkness. In darkness, our minds are more likely to make up figures and movements that aren’t actually there, but the brain just turns on the alarm to be careful, and this time Steve’s brain was right to do it.

He took a shaky breath, and in the next moment darkness fully hugged around him, as someone blew the candle. He almost let out a scream as he now just stood there, completely unaware of his surroundings. At this moment the moon decided to show her face again and shine through on the only window that wasn’t covered by a curtain. And there was Eddie, face painted by the moon light.

“Oh, Steve..” he sighed, looking at the helpless man, who didn’t know what to do. His whole life flashed before his eyes as Eddie pulled him closer to him, now fully unsure what his intensions were. “Why are you running from me? Don’t you want me back?” he pouted, and Steve’s heart shattered in his chest. The darkness, the silence and emptiness around him, Eddie’s sharp and deep voice made his mind numb.

“I-I..” Steve swallowed as Eddie cupped his face, brushing his thumb over his skin.

“You’re coming with me.” Eddie stated.

The next thing Steve felt was a sharp pain in his chest, then something cold running down on his torso. He couldn’t really breathe and suddenly Eddie’s beautiful face started to became a blurry mess in front of him. His whole body felt heavy and everything in his mind became a blur.

“E-Eddie?” Steve coughed, then he looked down and saw one of those fancy knives that they got for their wedding from their friends, sticking out from his chest. His eyes widened, but oddly enough, he didn’t panic. It was rather strange than scary. Maybe the main part of him really wanted to go with Eddie, and his body finally overtook his mind. His blood was all over him and the floor as he fell onto his knees. “Eddie, please..” he held his hand, pressing his face to Eddie’s hip. “What’s going on..?”

“The red means ‘I love you’.” he giggled, caressing Steve’s soft curls.Steve felt weak as he looked into those beautiful, but cruel eyes. It felt like home, actually. “It’s you and me forever, sweetheart. Death will never do us apart.”

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mamsnature · 2 years

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Faded.

#dry flowers #roses #details #macro #macro photography #dry #flowers #aesthetic #dark aesthetic #bouquet #dead lovers #faded #beautiful

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scentedcandlecryptid · 2 years

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Sequel to this, now featuring more gay and also more thoughts, because originally I just wanted to draw a fancy lady with a skull hat, and it has devolved into me having many ideas, which you can find below the cut!

(Click for better quality <3)

So basically the lady with the dark clothes (she has no name, I shall now call her Lady) and the ghost she is with are lovers who lived a very long time ago (one or two hundred years ago at least). When they were alive led a very adorable, and very secret romance. Lady was a widow who poisoned her husband because he was terrible, and Ghost and her husband were both gay and had come to an Agreement to be officially married for the sake of appearances but were both seeing other people.

One fateful day, out of revenge for something or another towards Ghost’s husband, Ghost was murdered. Lady was nOt best pleased, and after quietly doing away with her lover’s murderer, Lady started to do research into ways to bring Ghost back from the dead.

Lady eventually did find a way, but while she brought her lover back as a ghost, Lady lost her hand (see skeleton hand) and is now cursed to never be able to fully die and pass on. Unfortunately, given that Ghost is- you know, a ghost, the two are now incapable of making physical contact with each other, and while this is a serious downside (that Lady is working to fix, she has time) both of them are so in love that they don’t actually mind very much, and the prospect of spending an eternity together in any capacity is more then enough for them.

When not spending time looking for a way to solve their problem, Lady spends gardening and keeping the graveyard where her love resides in very good condition, and just generally being a cryptid for the nearby school and town.

Now, Lady is the talk of the school children for a school that had been built nearby, and everyone loves theorizing about just what is her deal, but they all love her very much. Lots of the kids talk to her sometimes, and she gives really good romance, life, and murder advice, so she is adopted as the cool but creepy aunt of like- a whole bunch of students. (Lady knows this, she loves them, Ghost teases her a lot).

Last few unconnected thoughts: white lilies grow at Lady’s feet, she cannot control this but doesn’t really mind. none of the kids know Lady’s name, or have met her mysterious lover who she speaks of often, they very much want to do both of those things. When she was fully alive Lady wore colourful clothes, but doesn’t anymore for the aesthetic. and finally: no one other than Ghost can remember what Lady’s eyes look like, they’re pretty sure that she has eyes, but that’s more because of assumptions than actually fully knowing that.

thanks for reading my rambling, have a great day <3

#art #my art #also rambling #dead lovers #dead lesbian lovers #they're in love your honour #I swear I didn't mean to get this invested #the ghost's outfit is suspect to change cause I'm not fully happy with it #but it's fine for now #drawing lace is my enemy #but I keep doing is because I love drawing her #also if anyone wants to name either or both of them #I'm taking suggestions

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garpy-garp · 2 years

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#garpy #devendra lyrics #if we ever make love #never #dead lovers #lovers #making out

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lieu-rey · 2 months

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uhm uh. rdr jovier.

#rdr2 #rdr #javier escuella #john marston #jovier #red dead redemption 2 #when you have to kill your lover to save your wife and child.#and you cant look at his face bc you cant face what you had to do.#red dead redemption #red dead #can A/I_art die already i dont like how glaze makes my art look like jpeg images lmao #um anyway. jovier still on the brain. i promise i draw other rdr stuff besides them JFKEJNFN #i still have a bunch of stuff to post stay tuned<3 #oh fuck i forgot the tws #tw blood #tw death #nobody:#my brain cell immediately attaching to the only mexican character in a piece of media:#my art

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saycheeseandsmile · 1 year

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#carnivore #carnivorousness #carnivorous plants #gore lover #dead by daylight #death and dying

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hihomeghere · 2 months

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Fakin' it | Arthur Morgan/Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track? Warnings/Tags : Enemies to lovers <3, unprotected piv sex, guns, cursing, reader has female gentailia, fingering, one bed, fake marriage

Of course the job that went bad had to be with Arthur. Why Dutch had put you two together was beyond you. Everyone around the gang knew that it was volatile anytime you two were together. But, you were cunning, quick minded in a pinch. Arthur was strong, easily able to take down a man twice his size, not that someone of that caliber came along often. To put it simply, you were the brains, he was the brawn. As much as you hated to admit, you made a good team on jobs. This time however, a simple robbery had turned into dozens of O’driscolls around every corner. You two had barely made it into a hotel unscathed.

“One room.” Arthur said, setting down some coins on the table top as you watched the door. Your hand resting against your gun in your dress pocket.

“Name?” The man asked with a smile.

“Callahan.” Arthur said looking back at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” He said, turning back to the clerk. You heard footsteps outside of the hotel, you turned quickly grabbing Arthur’s arm.

“Sweetheart.” You cooed, internally cringing as you called him by that name. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Come on.” You said with a nervous smile.

“We’re newlyweds, a bit excited if you can’t tell.” He chuckled, turning back to the clerk, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Of course.” The clerk said with a knowing smile, you wanted to barf as Arthur squeezed your waist. “Up the stairs to the left.” He said, handing Arthur a key.

“Much appreciated.” Arthur said his hand on the small of your back as you two climbed the stairs. As soon as you turned the corner you nearly ran to the door, Arthur slid the key in the lock and turned it, ushering you inside. As soon as the door was closed behind you, he was locking it just as fast.

Once you got in the room you moved away from Arthur’s side, letting out a sigh as you looked around the room. One bed, of course, you two were acting as a couple.

“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to look at Arthur.

“Less eyes on us if we’re a couple, not cause I wanna play house with you.” He said with a grunt, barely raising his head to look at you. He walked over to the bed, moving to take his boots off.

“Less eyes.” You scoffed, looking around the room, walking over to the window. You pulled the blinds back, peeking out to the streets below.

“The hell you think you're doing?” Arthur hissed, his hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Looking.” You said glaring up at him. “Is that a crime?”

“Do you want to give away our position?” He growled, his eyes dark.

“I think it’s pretty damn clear we’re in one of these shops, now we have to wait it out until they’re gone.” You said pulling away your arm from his grasp. He let out a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he looked away from you.

“How many are out there?” He asked, holding his hat as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, maybe a dozen?” You said crossing your arms.

“Dutch said to keep a low profile,” He muttered to himself, “We can’t go out there guns blazing.” He said, setting his hat down on the bedside table.

“That’s obvious.” You said, shaking your head. He scoffed, looking up at you.

“Are you trying to piss me off, or is that just one of your special talents?” Arthur said glaring at you.

“Oh I have lots of talents.” You say, stepping closer a scowl on your face.

“If only one of them was keeping your mouth shut.” He growled.

“God, what is your problem?” You huff looking away from him.

“My problem?” He scoffs getting up from the bed. “You’re my problem." He said, his chest almost touching yours as you looked up at him.

“Feelings mutual.” You huff, glaring up at him. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as you walked away from him.

“We’re gonna have to wait it out.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The hell are we gonna do?” You asked throwing your hands up.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna take advantage of this bed.” He said laying back down on the bed, placing his hat over his face. You bit your cheek looking at him as he crossed his legs. He did have a point, the bed looked a whole lot softer than your cot back at camp. You mulled it over for a second before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You unlaced your boots, laying back on the bed. Your eyes quickly drew heavy, the adrenaline of the chase finally wearing off.

The sun was setting when you woke up, the light slowly disappearing behind the horizon. The room was quiet except for Arthur’s breathing. You sat up in bed, looking over at him. His hat had fallen off his face when he rolled over sometime during his sleep. He looked so peaceful when he slept, it was like seeing a completely different side of him. It’s at this moment you really appreciate how beautiful Arthur truly is. The bridge of his nose is high, broken one too many times. His plump lips parted slightly, like two petals. His sandy brown hair falling over his forehead.

You wanted to reach out and move it out of his face, but thought better of it. You didn’t want to disturb him and it wasn’t often that you saw him without a furrowed brow.

Just as you were laying back down you heard heavy footsteps up the stairs. By your guess, four, maybe five men. You sit up quietly, feeling your heart pound against your rib cage. Arthur sprang up in bed as soon as they kicked open the first door. They must have turned right when they went up the stairs. The yell of shock sounded farther down the hall. He turned to you, his eyes wide. He reached for his gun belt on the floor but you stopped him. Your brain was running through all the situations. Four or five men, sure you and Arthur could take them, but that’s not exactly a low profile.

Against your better judgment you picked the solution with the least amount of bloodshed. You swung your leg over Arthur’s waist.

“The hell are you doing-“ Arthur hissed before you covered his mouth with your hand. Your fingers started working on the buttons of your blouse as you rolled your hips forward. Arthur looked up at you with a wide eyed expression, his bright eyes frantically moving between his gun belt on the floor and the door. His stubble lightly scratched your palm as you held your hand over his mouth, his plump lips almost kissing your palm.

You forced a high pitched moan as you moved your hips faster on the bed, the bedframe hitting the wall. Creating the illusion you two were having sex.

The gears slowly started to turn in Arthur’s mind, his hands gripping your hips as he propelled you faster. The bedframe was now rocking against the wall, as you pulled your arms out of your blouse, leaving your chest bare. Your nipples hardened from the cold air as goosebumps sprung up on your skin. Arthur’s eyes were closed as he turned his head, forcing a low groan. Although you knew his groans were fake, the way his body reacted to your touch was more than real. You kept up with your moans, trying to put on a good enough show.

The door was soon forced open, as two O’Driscolls entered the room with their guns raised. You scream, Arthur is quick to pull your chest down to his. You were pressed tight against him, his warm hands keeping you flush against him, all of him. His work shirt rubs against your nipples in such a fucking delicious way, it doesn’t help tbe adrenaline coursing through your veins. You can’t see anything, your head buried into Arthur’s neck, his stubble now rubbing against your cheek.

“Get the hell out of here!” Arthur yells, hidden by your upper half.

One of them clears their throat before exiting the room, closing the door behind them. You hold your breath waiting for their footsteps to retreat down the hallway. You let out a sigh of relief as they meet back up with the other men, walking down the stairs.

Hesitantly Arthur moves his hands off your back, you sit up covering your breasts with your arms. Arthur, however, was staring up towards the ceiling. His jaw clenched as he avoided looking at you.

You moved off of his waist, grabbing your blouse before slipping your arms through the sleeves. You buttoned it up, swallowing thickly as Arthur cleared his throat.

“Now uh-“ Arthur said letting out a sigh, “I want you to know that I didn’t see nothin’.” The bed whines slightly as he stands up.

“I know you felt something.” You said, shaking your head as you blush from head to toe.

“Now-“ Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair as you turned to face him, his eyes flicking around the room before settling at your feet as he held up his hand. “We can just pretend this never happened, it was a matter of life and death.”

“I understand that.” You looked at him, fully looked at him. His gaze was low, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cheeks flushed. God, he looks wrecked.

Your eyes trailed over his body as he stood there, his hand on his hip as he popped his knee out. Your eyes moved down further, almost popping out of your head as you see how painfully hard he is pressed against his pants.

“Are you-“ The words fall out of your mouth before you can think to stop them.

“Jesus.” Arthur sighed looking down, his hand rubbing his eyebrows.

“You are.” A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth as your eyes trailed up and down his body. You felt heat begin to spread between your thighs as he met your eyes. Your heart is still pounding against your rib cage from the encounter with the O’Driscolls.

“I’m-“ He started throwing his hands up, “I’m sorry, alright but you can’t expect me- I’m only a man.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Nothing to be ashamed-“ He cut you off, shaking his head, “There is plenty to be ashamed of, I shouldn’t be getting so… so worked up over you.” He said motioning to you. You couldn’t help that you were also getting worked up, you subtly rubbed your thighs together. Trying to get any friction where you needed it most. Heat bloomed in your stomach as the tension in the room only got worse. He furrowed his brows, studying you.

“Wait,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “You feel it too.” He said, crossing his arms.

You scoffed, looking off to the side. “You wish.” You said, hating the slight tremor in your voice. Arthur strode across the room, stopping in front of you. He reached towards you, tilting your chin so you would have to look at him.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He said softly, his other arm encircling your waist pulling you flush against him. You stayed silent, looking up into his blue eyes. Slowly a smirk worked its way onto his face, “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, cupping your cheek. He leaned forward brushing his nose against yours. Giving you the option to pull away if you wanted, his eyes softening as he looked into yours. You took the plunge, capturing his lips against your own as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

A groan rumbled through his chest as his hand tightened around your waist. You felt dizzy as his lips moved against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing his access as he pressed into you deeper. He rubbed himself against you, his hips pressed against your lower belly.

You pulled away, breathing hard as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his mouth parted slightly as his chest rose and fell rapidly. You unbuttoned your blouse for the second time, just as feverishly as the first time, but now for a completely different reason. Arthur followed your lead, pushing his own suspenders down, his skillful fingers unbuttoning his own shirt. His eyes returned to your body as he ripped his shirt off of his shoulders, settling onto your breasts. He stared down at you, an almost predatory expression on his face. He closed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other kneaded your breast. You let out a soft gasp, which quickly turned to a moan as he ran his thumb over your perk nipple.

“Arthur.” He stared down at you, his eyes darkening as he watched you shiver against him. He flipped you around, his hand pressing you down onto the bed. His other hand flipped your skirts up, before pulling down your underclothes. He let out a soft groan as his eyes connected with your almost dripping pussy.

“This all for me?” He cooed, swiping his finger through your folds. You gasped, nodding as your hands gripped the quilt.

“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes all for you.”

“Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he sunk a finger into your heat. You gasped as he slowly started pumping his finger inside of you. He leaned over you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” He said nibbling on your earlobe. Your breath hitched in your throat as he added another finger, scissoring them inside your walls.

“Fuck Arthur.” You melwed, pressing your forehead against the slightly scratchy quilt underneath you. “I need you.” You huffed, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“I’m gettin’ there.” He chuckled, pulling his finger out of you, you sighed at the loss. You could hear the rustling of clothing behind you, the distinctive metal on metal as you pulled off his belt. His warm calloused hands ran up your backside, gently spreading you before the head of his cock met your entrance.

Jesus Christ he was big.

He spit into his palm, pulling away as he spread his spit over the head of his cock.

“What the hell is taking so long?” You asked impatiently, turning your head to look at him. His eyes met yours, a wicked grin on his face as he forcefully shoved his cock through your folds. It was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you were propelled forward onto the bed. His hands pulled your hips back and speared you onto his dick.

“Arthur!” You yelped, your fingers gripping the quilt as he thrust his pelvis flush to yours.

“Christ woman.” He groaned, laying his forehead against your bare back. You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you. “You sound even better when you ain’t faking it.” You can feel the chuckle rumble through his chest more than you can hear it as he speaks.

“Arthur, Jesus." You pant, almost drooling over the way his cock hits that spot inside you over and over again.

“Mmm.” He moans, tight lipped as he tilts his head back. You push back against him, meeting every one of his thrusts “Yeah, atta girl.” His praise only spurred you on, your thighs shaking as you pushed your ass against his pelvis. “You close?” He whispered, his warm hand moving down your thigh between your legs. His thumb circling your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You were grateful your upper half was supported by the plush bed as your legs gave out under you. A high pitched moan worked its way out of your chest as you all but collapsed on the bed. Your walls fluttered around him, milking his cock.

“Shit.” He panted his breath fanning on your back as his forearms caged you in, his hips stuttering as he released his seed inside you. He groaned, resting his forehead against your back as he collapsed on you. His sweaty chest sticking against your back. He pulled out of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He whispered.

“S’okay.” You said breathing hard, his cum seeping down your thighs. He kissed down your spine, his hand lovingly squeezing your hips.

He grabbed a towel from the dresser, cleaning your thighs off.

“Who would have thought you’d known about aftercare.” You chuckle softly, your heart rate slowly coming back to normal.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He huffs, a small smirk on his face as he tucked himself back into his pants. He reached down, pulling your bloomers back up over your hips.

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, grabbing your blouse as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.

“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan.” He smirked walking towards you, buttoning his shirt as he stood in front of you. You rolled your eyes, buttoning your blouse. He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He said, his hand trailing down your jaw.

“Alright, fine. Mr. Callahan.” You huffed, a blush covering your cheeks as you rested your hands against his broad chest.

“Next time,” He tightened his grip on your hips, his lips against your ear, “You’re riding me.”

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