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love🥺🫶🏻I click at my notification so fast when I saw your posting again adfkgk you have no idea how much I like your writing! also I'm new to your blog but if anyone trying to hurt you I'm......going to give them a really bad time... 😤💪//hj

Anyway 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻can I request a reaction of wrio and neuvillette with a darling who has a habit of looking at the price on menus...like why worry your silly little head? when you're with them those silly little numbers mean nothing. it's one of your habit that's hard to let go but he find them really cute so it's okay!

Awwww thank you so much, dear!!!! You'll be happy to know that I've got nothing but love on here which I'm so so grateful for ♡ but I appreciate you so much for your protection ♡

And what a lovely idea!! This is so something I struggle with so it was interesting to write about and imagine what our favorite boys would say!! I hope you like it ♡

✧˖° you're worth all the mora in the world⋆.˚✧

Wriothesley & Neuvillette x gn!reader (separate) II fluff!

"You're not allowed to order water."

"Wriothesley..."

He slides the drink menu over to you with a stern, "Pick one."

"...but I don't need—"

"It's not about needing. I took you out to spoil and indulge you, don't deny me that pleasure."

You've been dating Wriothesley long enough for him to find your cautiousness when it comes to his funds an issue.

On the first few dates you two shared, though he'd rather have pampered you with lavish meals and treats, he decided to look the other way when it came to how you'd always miraculously choose the most inexpensive dishes on the menu.

"I guess that's only polite...", he reasoned with himself, weighing whether or not he should mention to you that money was not a problem for him; but eventually, he thought it better to just give you time.

"Once we get more comfortable, it'll change."

And once you two did get comfortable, and he found that your behavior, in fact, did not change, his patience wore thin.

Why were you still so uncomfortable with him? It was almost an insult that you thought so little of him to assume he'd find paying for you a burden.

So, he takes to ordering for you. He knows what you like, and he knows if he lets you choose for yourself, the price will play a factor into what you order—even subconsciously.

Until you start choosing the most expensive meals on the menu, you're not allowed to make objections or requests without grounds like allergies or dislikes; which you won't have, because he knows you too well by now.

If you try to lie and tell him you don't like something he's picked for you, you will fail. Miserably, so.

"I don't like crab.", you argue—peeking over your menu at him in an attempt to hide your tells that he's become much too familiar with. He could read you like a book, and you have no idea how he's gained so much expertise in the field of you.

"Uh huh, sure, doll.", he doesn't even look at you, his attention on the waiter as he orders. "That one—", he says, flicking his finger to point at you, "is going to have golden crab.".

"And the crab will be market-priced. Will that be all right with you, sir?", the waiter feels the need to confirm, as market-priced foods are often quite expensive.

You jump in, "How mu—"

"That's fine.", Wriothesley interjects, giving you a stern look as he plucks the menu from your hands, revealing your red cheeks (a symptom of your fibbing), and passes it to the waiter before handing him his own. He doesn't need to hear the price, it's just a number, and you're worth more than all the mora in his bank account. No matter how ardently you can try to protest, he's committed to giving you what he knows you want—even if you hesitate to ask for it.

And watching from across the table how your eyes glimmer and beautiful cheeks turn rosy pink as the opulent flavors hit your tongue is more than enough compensation for him to recieve in return.

Neuvillette finds your financial prudence to be a quality of yours he actually quite admires. Too often, he sees thoughtless individuals land themselves in his court with grave, unsettled debts due to gambling or overspending, so your conscientiousness is to be commended!

However, when he is the one footing the bill, he sees no logical need for you to apply this virtue. He knows what he can afford, so you need not worry about it; and to see that telltale crease between your eyebrows as you worry yourself over what to choose on a menu with nothing priced less than ˙✧12500 mora, simply crushes him.

He can never sit right with himself when you have that anxious look on your face, it makes him feel like he’s failing as your partner. And over something so small as a handful of mora! He finds it necessary to talk you through the logic of the situation rather than your—for lack of better word—illogical fixation on a metaphysical number.

“Sweetheart,”, he calls in that soothing, deep vibration of his voice that feels like resting in the coolest, calmest waters of Fontaine, “I am the Chief Justice of Fontaine; as such, I’ve been entrusted to oversee both criminal and civil trials due to my ability to apply sound judgement to otherwise complex situations, unrivaled by anyone else in the nation.”

“…”, you sit quietly with your hands in your lap and blink at him, tongue-tied as his explanation begins to make perfect sense.

“…don’t you think I would have the discernment to manage my own finances?”, he concludes, hammering his claim into you with one last strike.

You have no rebuttal. He’s pinned you so effortlessly, it’s embarrassing. Sometimes, it’s a challenge to date a man with such vast practice in rhetorical argument.

Your worries being soothed with such tact actually makes you quite flustered, your cheeks and nose turning a soft shade of red as you pout in defeat.

The way your expression graduated from nervous to sheepish with just a few sentences of reasoning makes him chuckle, reaching out to lift your chin with the knuckle of his index finger with a cheery, but reserved smile on his face.

“Darling, I’ve brought you out tonight to spoil you. Do me the honor of having some fun while we’re here? There’s nothing more I want right now than to see your beautiful smile.”

You find it’s impossible to hold back the simper that blooms on your face from that remark, to which he smirks with pride.

This was the most fulfilling trial he’s held in a century.

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❐ ▏ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 : @charliedakotariley.

❐ ▏ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ 𝐒 ] : 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

❐ ▏ Could I request a one-shot / headcanons with male reader x Arthur Morgan where a reader was doing some work alone far far away from the gang (camp) and got really badly hurt (it doesn't really matter If he fought a bear, wolf, or some a*sholes)?

He lost his eye, his cheek is badly cut or ripped so his teeth are visible and it's unfixable, his throat is badly cut too, but not like he would bleed out. He has broken ribs, arm, and basically... he looks like a train ran him over.

And because he's a lucky mf, somebody on his way home helped him (they did a "decent" job), and when he got back he tries to hide his injuries from everybody, but mainly from Arthur. Most of the time when he's eating he's inside his tent, hiding, or away but near the camp, so he wouldn't be in sight of others. But one day, when he's trying to wash himself (suffers from pain like crazy), he doesn't notice Arthur and Arthur, already nervous bc he doesn't know why is reader avoiding him, starts to panic even more and take care of a reader with tears in his eyes because a reader really looks like 💩?

He's taller than Arthur so it would be funny to see Arthur take care of a reader, his big baby.

" ya sure you're going to be alright ?. "

" i'll be fine Arthur stop worrying, i've done this plenty of times. "

" sure, but i've got a bad feeling bout' this one, maybe i should go with you. "

you smiled at his answer, he's never been worried this much before, on you going out for a job. it's true that you would leave every few weeks or so to do jobs here and there, similar to Trelawny. but because of demands of a certain cowboy, you're trips are cut shorter than Trelawny's. guess he can't survive long without you, don't he ?.

you were talking in your tent that you shared together, he's helping you pack the things you needed. not much stuff you packed, but he still likes helping. he's been following you around all day around camp, watching you do things. but you would end up exposing him anyway, making him sit beside you and have evening tea together.

well maybe you missed each other a lot, it's been 2 months since you saw one another. you still write for each other sometimes, but letters don't get around that fast. and these past week you've been catching up again. you bring a lot with you when you return, money and gold bars for camp, gifts, hugs and kisses for Arthur.

Arthur was the first to greet you when you got back, it's a coincidence that he's at camp and not out in town. he was so happy about it, he hugged you for a good 30 seconds before letting go. this time your scent is different, you're wearing the perfume he gave you. sure it's not as expensive as the other perfumes you have, but you said you liked it a lot. it really makes him smile.

you bought this hat and scarf for Arthur, and it did cost a bit. but it'll look great on him. he always did wondered what you do out there to get this much money, sure you told him the big picture, but he wants details. no wonder you seem to have an endless supply of good quality perfume on you, you were earning this much.

but there's something you hate about bringing that much money. it's like Dutch is taking all of it, his tent always gets upgraded first, he wears fancy vests and has expensive guns. that's why you only gave 40 % to ' camp ', and save the rest for everybody else. split it even, and it's good that they're quiet about it. let's stop focusing on the leader and more to the people yeah ?.

" who would look after camp then ? who would save Dutch's ass when he angers someone ? or Reverend walking around town while drunk and making bad decisions ?. "

Arthur huffed at that. he always have to save someone's ass from getting beaten, it's tiring honestly. he's literally the camp's lifeline.

you kissed his temple, rubbing his back to assure him. " it's going to be alright Arthur, i promise you i'll return like always. "

" safely... safely right ?... "

you left around midnight, with a still sleepy Arthur saying goodbye with a kiss. he went back to sleep afterwards, he still has work to do in the morning, he needs all the rest he could take.

this is going to be another big job, but as usual it involves rich higher ups. they've got several weed farms, and they sell it all over the states. surely they've got few bucks to spare, it's far less compared to what they earned regularly.

you took your horse and made your way outside of camp, and saying goodbye to Sean because he was on guard duty. " [ name ], bring back strong alcohol this time f' me. "

" you and Karen drink too much, but i can't promise you anything Sean. "

" but you would bring anything f' Arthur ! how's dat fair ?. "

" calm down Sean, everyone's sleeping. and you know Arthur is kind of biased. " with a chuckle, you watch Sean laughed his ass off at that remark. damn, he's going to wake everyone up.

" hell yeah he is, by you at least. the man can't spend a day without at least day dreamin bout ya. "

Hosea and John would often say to you that Arthur often zone out a lot if you're away, for a good 30 minutes if not disturbed. Arthur would often zone out when he's alone or in his tent, but he can't escape they eyes of Hosea. he knows everything...

" alright Sean, see ya in a few weeks. "

" don't forget to stay alive, poor Arthur can't take it if he lost ya.. "

" i'll try my best. "

not much happened on the journey to get there, well you almost got robbed few times, but instead of getting robbed, you ended up robbing them. those guys really lack skill and stealth. they sounded like they're still in their teens, around 16 or 17, looks like they've only done this few times. their posture is not at all confident and they did too much talking.

this world is a wild west. everyone is just trying making a living.

some towns are worse than what you thought. no sheriffs, criminals every where, ordinary people are being swept. they're treated like maids and often got beaten up. they also don't treat visitors well, so you didn't bother to stay long.

though when you made it to your destination, people tend to look and whisper to one another, then coming up to you, offering some kind of product. you know it's a scam, either the product is shite or there's no product at all.

new comers are usually looked down upon by the rich in this specific town. mine owners, factory owners, oil miners, gown designers, inventors, professional makeup artist and so on. these people have high manners, high demeanor, really fancy people live here.

but alas, if there's up then there is down.

people in the lower section are smart in this town. they'll pull up every excuse they have for an opportunity to earn money, they offer products, services and other kind. they will pull up nasty tricks to one another even if they're blood related. it's everyone for themselves.

they see new comers as opportunity, to trick and grab all their money, sweep them off the ground and kick them off town. they don't really think about the consequences, it's only money they see. it's a pity really. but with you being a new comer in this town, they can't help but try their luck.

" good evening there kind gentleman, would you care for a look at my magnificent horse i have just in store ?. "

you looked at the man right beside your horse while you're still looking around town. he looked clean, freshly cleaned, maybe he just showered ? or is he just putting up clothes to look like a horse dealer ?.

" no thank you, my horse is just fine. "

with that you left him in his demise, your horse didn't seem to like him either. you're not here to dilly dally around, it's big town. full of rich people. and who are you to pass this chance up ?.

they didn't dare to try their luck on the rich. 90 % of their attempts are resulted in some very bad beating. the rich knows what their up to, so they eventually back off. and being a new comer has it's advantages. people here has never seen you, it's a big plus.

" now to find that farm... i'm sure it's around here. "

the plan was simple enough. learn their schedules, apply as one of the new workers, when break time came, sneak in the main house or mansion as they say it, and grab the prize.

you still have a week before you have to apply, so on day 1 you need a place to stay for the next month.

learning their schedule is not an easy task. guards are everywhere around the farm and is watching all the time, you ended up paying a few people for information. they didn't have much either, but you'll get to know their full schedule in a matter of time...

" your name ?. "

" Irving Graham. "

the person in front of you stopped writing and turned up to look at you. he examined you features and your clothing. " fancy name you have. "

first impression is everything they say, and right they are.

coming in to this town with ordinary commoner's look is a great idea, now you're blending in with the crowd just fine. dressing a bit fancy would give you too much attention, they would mistook you for some rich folk with money for shoes and would love some of your richness.

dressing like an outlaw would put you in everyone's blacklist. they're too fancy to deal with people who break laws all the time. and dressing poorly would gain a lot of bad attention.

" well what can i say... my ma sure have an interesting taste. " you heard his chuckle at your statement, this guy seem to be the chill type.

" she sure does, anyway... considering that we're currently low on workers, you're in. you can start in 3 days. "

" thank you, much appreciated. "

" alright, i think that's all i need... "

you put all the things you needed in to your bag and carried it with you. you're going to have to adapt to this life style for a few weeks, getting to know the area better, making a good impression and gaining their trust.

arriving early has it's advantages, you actually get to talk to one of the supervisors about this whole thing. he's surprisingly a friendly guy, though he still didn't spill anything. ' these people are very loyal... that's surprising... considering most of this town's populations are back stabbing folks... this is not going to be easy. '

first day was not bad, people were mostly minding their own business and just doing their job. most didn't bother you with asking questions but some did ask a little bit too much for a first meeting, much to your dismay. you're gonna have to make up a lot of story...

" you here all alone ?. "

" yeah.. didn't have much to offer back in my place, this is a new start. "

" well that's nice, don't shy away if ya lonely here, my place is not far from here. "

" thanks, i'll consider that. "

so far so good, 7 days in. people started talking with you more, seeing that you're a chill and approachable person. they like to joke a lot during breaks, very laid back people. 7 days in and it's time to start sneaking in. rounding the main house and locating the safes, locating where the keys are and slipping by without notice.

the safes are located in the basement and there's tons of them. the entrance is guarded with 2 people, but they take breaks every now and then. the keys are held by the owner of this farm, he comes by to check on the workers every 4 hours, not wanting them to slack even the littlest.

he's not a man with many words, and sweet talking him wont work in any way. so he's a lost cause. but you should be able to get in the basement without sweet talking him, you just have to be more prepared.

a month in and you're ready. people are not as tense with you, you know the round and turns of the main house, the schedules of the guards and where the needed keys are. if you did this right, the safes are all yours..

this is it.

it's already night and workers are sent home. the guards are rounding the main house and the owner is currently in panic. he had ' lost ' his key to the safes. well, more like you took it when he went to check on the workers. but he doesn't need to know that..

the workers are checked before they went home, and none found the key. you had store it somewhere inside the house, making it easier for you to slip by out the house easier. it's also isin't a hard place to get, they just didn't see it.

you sneak past the guards that was pointing their light at the farm, they're still looking for the key apparently. the door to the main house isin't locked, but you would be a fool to go through the main door, guards will pop up in your face less then a second.

the back door is your best bet, good thing you learned how to pick simple locks. the hallways are mostly empty, but people would walk by and you're forced to hide in one of the rooms. the main house is really big, but most of the rooms are useless and empty. ' they surely won with the looks, but they lack efficiency... '

you quietly went through the halls, spotting a big painting of a horse. " there you are... " walking close to the painting you pulled the painting a bit forward and grabbing the key that was about to fall. the key to the safe.. you continued your way down to the basement without notice, people must be tired at this hour, barely anyone here. when you got to the basement, the guards aren't there. " must be searching to the key as well, perfect timing... "

maybe it isin't a perfect timing afterall.

now you're hiding. up on a tree with a bag full of gold and your shotgun in hand. it didn't went well. you were caught right as you're about to escape to the back door, you were forced to kill 3 guards that was about to shoot you. but these guards are something else, maybe that's why they have high paychecks.

well, Arthur was feeling uneasy about this one, he was right.

you have to stop the blood flowing somehow, you don't want it to drip rapidly and lead them to your hiding. you removed your cloth mask and fold them, then putting it around your head. covering your left eye. that was a lucky shot they have. " shit... "

you're already feeling dizzy from the shot and the lost of blood, but you can't give up now. it'll be fucking funny to see a corpse dangling on a tree, and you can't leave Arthur all alone. poor boy's going to cry his eyes out. just, not yet. not now.

" they're clearing up a bit.... i should move.. "

you dropped down from the tree and began moving away. you can't really run, hitting a tree would be embarrassing. crouching isin't pleasant, but you can't risk getting caught now, your horse is close by.

you put all your stuff on your horse and mounted him. " come on boy, let's go.. "

trying to loose them is hard, because they started searching on a wider scale. but you're experienced in this, you can and will slip away. you have to find shelter soon, this bleeding eye is going to be the death of you. and you don't want to die. not yet at least, Arthur is waiting..

it's night time, and the trees are providing great cover. but you can see the light of the lanterns that they carry at a distance, they're still too close for your liking.

you feel like you're about to pass out, the cloth on your eye is completely soaked, you're doomed if you don't fix this. you started to look around, nothing other than trees are in your field of sight. no shelter. maybe it would've been better if you bring Arthur along...

slowly but surely you started to distance yourself from them, the light is no longer in sight, it's a relief. but with your condition like this, you can't travel far. not to mention the risk of getting attacked by wild animals.

speaking of wild animals, you heard rustling in front of you. you horse came to a halt, you can't clearly see what's ahead of you, but you could see the silhouette of a bear...

" now is not the time for this... "

you opened your eyes slowly, you feel bandages covering your left eye and mouth. another around your chest, stomach and left arm. you were lying on a bed in a simple shack. your whole body feels sore, and you're very tired. what happened exactly ?, last time you remembered was you're about to face a bear and... well, it looks like it didn't end well.

you tried sitting up but the door to the room you're in opened. revealing a casual dressed man holding a wooden tray with soup. " now now, your wound is still healing, don't move too much... "

you lied back down slowly, who is this guy ? did he save you during the fight ?. whoever he is, you can't ask him now, your cheek is still healing...

" you might be wondering who am i, my name is Gabriel. and i found ya barely surviving the bear that just attacked you, you were really roughed up. " Gabriel put down the tray beside you on the bedside table, he grabbed bandages from a cabinet and walked back to you.

" let me change the bandage around chest, before you eat. " he carefully helped you sit up and began undoing the bandage around your chest. it was a sight indeed, gashes are all over the place, it hurted a lot when you sit up so you've definitely broken some of your ribs. your left arm was not in a good shape too, your left wrist hurt a lot. that bear really did a lot.

" and you're still in a bad shape, i tried my best fixing you up, but i'm no doctor. " he finished bandaging your chest and unwrapped the bandage around your mouth, cheek and throat. your right arm moved to touch your left cheek, and it's way bad than you thought. it was ripped open, showing some of your teeth. your throat feels sore, the bear sure did leave a lot of love bites..

" i know you can't really chew, but you gotta eat. i made this soup for ya. your stuff is beside the bed if you're wondering, your horse is outside. what have you done ? you've got a load in your bag, don't worry i didn't take any, i want no part in this, also people have been looking for a man named Irving, is that you ?. "

you don't trust this man, but he's been helping you. or so it seems. and he said that he didn't mess with your stuff. you nodded your head at him, in which he replied with a smile. " alright then. "

you stayed under his care for the next month, your thoughts are at the fullest. thinking about how long it's going to take for your recovering, will those people found you eventually ?, what would camp think about this ?. what would Arthur think about this ?... he would be grossed out for sure, well... it's to be expected when you got back..

when you're able to talk properly again you told Gabriel a little about yourself, about the load in your bag. Gabriel is a rare one for sure, he helped you with all his might and he's true to his words. he didn't take any of the gold and he took care of your horse. he didn't tell anybody that you're here. not many like him in a place like this, and you are truly lucky to be in his care...

you helped him around on his daily chores when you're able to walk again, it's a small thank for his kindness. your last letter from Arthur was when you're about to execute the plan, which has been some time, and you haven't got the time to write for him again. what would you tell him anyway ?, everything's fine and you're okay ? you don't feel like lying to Arthur like that, you're literally half dead ? he'll be worried sick. adding more to his stress..

you're feeling better by the end of the month, most of your wounds have healed up, but the scars are still visible. the bullet in your eye is already out, but the nasty scar is still there. the gash on your left cheek are at least covered, the stitches did well for now...

" i'm gonna... pack up for tomorrow... "

Gabriel stopped wiping the table as he looked at you, sitting across from him holding a letter. " leaving already ? but you haven't fully healed yet... you've got someone waiting for ya, don't ya ?. "

you chuckled at his remark. " what gave it away ?. "

" you've been reading that letter over and over again these past weeks, surely it means a lot to ya. "

" well... it does mean a lot to me, and i have to get back to him. before he kills me himself... "

" leave it for him to decide your fate, you're gone for some time now. "

the next morning you started to get your things ready and putting your bag on your horse. Gabriel gave you food for the journey back home, he said that you started to grew on him... and you figured you'd give him something back.

" take it. " you gave him 2 bars of gold from your heist.

" but what for ? i said i want nothing to do with this. "

" just take it, as a token of appreciation from me. ya helped me get better and this is all i could give ya for the time being. there's another town a bit away from here to trade it with money if you want. "

Gabriel took a moment to look at you, you could tell he wanted to reject this, but this would help him a lot. " just take it Gabriel, i know you need it.. "

with that Gabriel took the bars, " thank you, really. " you pulled Gabriel to a hug, you patted him back as he laughs at the action. " see ya around partner.. "

" until next time.. "

" [ name ] ? son, is that you ?. "

Hosea was the first to notice your arrival, it was around noon when you got here. though you have bandages around your left arm, hat on and cloth covering your face, he still recognized you..

you tipped your hat downwards, signaling Hosea this is you. he sighed in relief and came closer towards you as you dismount your horse. there's not a lot people in camp, they're probably out and about. you're lucky that they're still staying here...

" what happened ? you've been gone longer than anticipated. " Hosea took a second to look properly at you up and down. your clothes are clean, but you have bandages all around your left arm and eye, though you have scratches all over you, some were deep that it's stitched... Hosea looked at you worriedly, what have you been up to ?.

" a lot happened old man... " your voice sounded hoarse, something Hosea is new at. Hosea didn't ask about the cloth mask that you're wearing, he has a hunch on what happened to your eye. you're in a hard position right now, he's going to let you recover for the time being. mentally...

" set yourself down for now, Arthur and the rest should be back in a minute. " Hosea softly patted your back and walked with you to your shared tent with Arthur, though as you walked by, other people in camp began noticing.

" woah [ name ]... what happen to ya man ?. " Sean who just left his tent looked at you, he looked like he just woken up.

" i'm all good Sean. "

" well ya surely don't look like it. "

you reached your tent and began rearranging all your stuff. while Dutch is out you can use this time to split the money to everyone here and gave the rest later on. so you started rounding around, giving people their share of the gold without saying much, they were thankful once again...

how are you going to tell Arthur about this ? your whole face almost being tore open by a bear... what if he's disgusted by you ? would he ?.

you're back in your tent, still not having the confidence to face everyone without your mask on. Hosea probably told them to leave you alone for now, because everyone didn't ask you anything about your mask and eye... they could tell how bad it is by your hoarse voice, they're also aren't brave enough to ask in case you get mad.

to add up more to your anxiety, you hear chatter and footsteps outside. they're back already. you exited your tent still with your mask on, but you bumped heads with Arthur who was just about to enter. he pushed you back in the tent and gave you a tight hug. " you didn't reply my last letter... "

" sorry... "

Arthur was taken aback by your voice, he looked up at you with concern in his eyes. " what happened to your voice... and eye ?. " Arthur's hand reached up to your face, about to take your mask off. but you grabbed his hand...

" just... not yet Arthur, i'm... still processing all of this... "

" r-right... of course.. "

you could tell that Arthur is disappointed, but you're still very self conscious of your whole face now that it's messed up. you're going to take some time to reveal you're face to Arthur, you can't imagine what his expression is going to be. how can't he be disgusted ?, even you didn't like it. can't wait until the whole gang find out, it's going to be one hell of a day.

you continued doing chores throughout the week, minus going to town. you hunted, feed the horses, and offered miss Grimshaw to help around with washing clothes and other chores, at least you're doing something than just lay around and do nothing. hunting is hard with only one eye, but you didn't disappoint anyone when you managed to catch 2 dears.

you tried avoiding people in camp as much as you can, especially Arthur. it's probably better this way for now.

little Jack has come up to you while you were fishing close to camp. he asked what happened to your eye, in which you didn't reply the specifics but you said " it's alright Jack, my eye just hurts. "

" wouldn't it better if mama take a look at it ? she's pretty good with bandaging wounds... "

" you don't have to worry Jack, i patched it up just fine. "

you went back to the river few days later, wanting to wash up a little bit, and change the bandage around your eye. you didn't know why but your eye decided to be a bitch and bleed today, the bleeding should've stopped by now. you were too busy to notice that Arthur was following you, he stopped a few feet away from you. but he went closer, he didn't want his lover to suffer alone...

" so it's ripped ?.... your cheek.. "

you flinched when Arthur put his hand on your shoulder, but relaxed right away. one thing disappoint you, he found out by himself, because you were such a coward to reveal it to him. " yeah... it's a long story... but this is what i look now. it's okay if you're disgusted by it, i am too... "

Arthur sat down beside you and grabbed the bandage on your hand, he helped bandage your left eye while you sit there, watching him work his magic. " don't be silly, you've seen me in my worst and you're still here with me till this day. don't think that this would would keep you away from me. "

you gave him a tiny smile, he really does know how to comfort you. you chuckled though when you found out that he was holding his tears in, his glossy eye can't lie. " don't cry Arthur, it's not very manly of you. "

Arthur chuckled and finish up the bandage around your eye, he wiped his eye with the sleeve of his coat and faced you again. taking in your still handsome features even if you're face is messed up. you're still the same person he loved and cared for all those years until now. and that's not about to change anytime soon.

" ya know you could've just told me... "

" i didn't know how you would react to it, it scared me t' death.. "

" don't be so scared, the most i would do is kill ya if you don't tell me anything.. "

" see ? exactly... "

" still, you're the same person i fell for all those years... and ya stayed with me when i'm at my lowest. it's only fair if i do the same to you, so please... don't avoid me on situations like this, i'll start to think that you're sick of me... "

" i would never do that to ya Arthur, you're to precious to let go. "

Arthur chuckled at that. " you big baby... " he grabbed your neck and pulled you closer him, bringing you to a kiss.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜰʀᴀɪɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ / ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

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