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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Dirty Work 37

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: wowee, it's snowing here a lot.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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Loki… Mr. Laufeyson doesn’t linger. As you lay in a sheen of foggy afterglow, he dresses and mutters to himself. You want to ask him to stay. To tell him it’s okay but you’re scared he might say no. So you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him button his shirt.

“We both require a good night’s rest to contend with my family,” he says.

You nod and sit up, sliding your legs beneath the blankets. He looks up as you do and a line creases in his forehead. His worry makes you worry. You’re starting to get the feeling that something bad is looming.

“In the morning,” he avows before he turns away. “You will not emerge until I fetch you.”

“Yes, Loki,” you answer.

He stops at the doors and lowers his head, “here, behind these walls, I am Loki, beyond, Mr. Laufeyson. Understand, pet?”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you murmur.

He pulls open the door and steps out swiftly. The mechanism clicks into place and you fall back onto the pillows. You deflate beneath the downy duvet and close your eyes. He confuses you. One moment, he’s all over you, all-consuming and insatiable, the next he’s distant and icy to the touch.

You hug the top of the blanket and cling to his lingering warmth. Your thighs tingle and your core plucks as you clench, thinking of how his fingers delved deep into you. Why couldn’t he stay? You could have done more. You think you’re ready to.

It’s never what you want. You will await his signal and as always, you will take his lead. That is better. His words ring in your head from that fateful day, ‘obey and serve my every need and you will have all you ever longed for.’

What do you long for? That question follows you into your subconscious. You sink into the void, the knot of anxiety bound around your chest. Visions of rich greenery and fluttering petals fill your head, birds winging and critters chirping all around. The magical garden is a shrine of rosy sunlight.

Your mind builds a paradise and all at once, it falls around you. Your eyes roll open as you float back to the surface. Your lashes stick together as you blink and groan. It’s early, too early. Dawn paints a violet hue across the room. You lift your head and search around. Something must have woken you but there’s nothing but shadows.

You drop your head back down and groan. You turn onto your side and curl up, tucking a hand under the pillow. You squeeze your eyes shut, reaching for the last dregs of drowsiness. Your head swirls as you feel yourself descending again.

You’re brought back again. This time, you catch the noise. Your ears prick and you lift yourself to look over at the door, a gentle scuffing on the other side.

What’s happening?

You squint, your vision dulled in the lowlight. You sit up and push back the blankets as you sidle to the end of the bed. You see a black spot beneath the doors, darker than the rest of the slatted shadow. It moves. There’s someone out there.

The bed creaks as you bend your legs over the edge. Who could it be? Mr. Laufeyson?

A tap on the wood makes you flinch. The handle wiggles but doesn’t press down. Your heart thumps in your chest. A whisper comes through, “pet…”

Your spine goes rigid. Pet? It must be Mr. Laufeyson, but why doesn’t he just let himself in? You don’t recall locking the door before you went to sleep. You get up and creep forward.

“Pet, let me in,” the whisper is sandy and low. Is it really him? Who else would it be?

You unzip your bag in the dark and pick out a nightgown from the bottom, jostling the rest of the clothes. You slip it over your head and rub your eyes. You shiver as the air is cooled in the darkness.

You near the door and grab the handle so it stills. There’s tension as you twist it. It releases and unlatches easily. The lock is not in place. You pull it open a crack and squeak at the large, looming silhouette on the other side.

“Ah, pet, you’re awake,” Thor rasps.

“What–” you gulp, “what are you doing?”

“You didn’t come say hello,” he drawls, “so, hello, pet.”

You blink at him and push on the door. He slaps his hand against it, the wood shaking between you. You know he’s much strong, you can’t close him out.

“What is the matter?”

“Nothing, I– I’m trying to sleep,” you eke out. If Laufeyson knew…

“You are funny, pet,” he chuckles.

“Please, go, I’ll see you in the morning–”

“But I am here now,” he jerks the door, just a little, just a statement: he can open it if he wants.

“Why?”

“Why?” He huffs, “you haven’t very good manners, pet. My brother has trained you poorly–”

“Please leave me alone,” you beg, jittering. Just the mention of his brother has your heart in your throat. He said to avoid Thor but what do you do when he seeks you out.

‘To the right of your door…’ you pluck the words from your memory and shudder.

“I just want to talk,” he edges the door in another inch and you stumble back.

You spin and run to the wall, pounding on it with your fists. You must seem crazy but you don’t care. You hit it over and over, “Mr. Laufeyson! Mr. Laufeyson!”

You’re wrench back as a large hand frames the back of your neck. Thor turns you and claps his other hand over your mouth, hushing you. You whimper as you shrink in his shadow.

“What are you doing? I’ve only come to talk–”

You wriggle and put both your hands around his wrist. It’s so thick, neither hand can fit all the way around. You kick out as he keeps you pinned to the wall.

“Haven’t I been nice to you?” He growls, “so why do you treat me as a villain, little maid…” he leans in, “perhaps because your thoughts have corrupted me, hm? Naughty little maid.”

His voice lightens playfully as he tilts your head up. You squirm as your hand slides down his forearm. Your other swings out to hit his chest.

“What do you think I’d do? If I am so evil, what could I do?” He taunts as he pulls you from the wall. He drags you towards the bed, “what have you done, eh?” He says as he edges towards the bed, “you’ve already made a mess.”

He throws you back onto the rumpled duvet and you squeak. You push yourself up on your elbows and bring your heels onto the mattress. You push yourself back as he looms over you.

“Aren’t you supposed to take care of messes, little maid?” He bends and puts his hands on the bed, snarling through his teeth. He catches your ankle and pulls your leg straight, tugging you down to your back as you yipe. “Let’s make a mess–”

He grunts and suddenly staggers, releasing you as a dark blur crashes into him. He hits the night table and sends the lamp to the floor. He deflects Mr. Laufeyson as he charges again and they tangle each other up in their arms.

“You beast,” Laufeyson hisses, “get out!”

“Ah, brother, lovely to see you here,” Thor chuckles, “we were only just talking about you–”

“Shut up!” Laufeyson snaps, hooking his leg around his brothers.

“Don’t be so… dramatic,” Thor heaves as they struggle, pulling back and forth as each tries to overturn the other, “I was only getting to know her–”

“Get out!” Laufeyson repeats, “or I will truly be dramatic. Let mother see the cretin you truly are–”

“Speak for yourself–”

“Get!” You throw out your foot and kick Thor’s shoulder, immediately regretting it as he barely reacts. You scurry back and hug your legs.

“Aye, little maid,” Thor sounds amused, “isn’t that cute?”

“Brother, I tell you one last time–”

Thor cracks his elbow into Laufeyson’s ribs. The slimmer man lets go with a wheeze but doesn’t falter long as he slides between the burly blond and the bed. He coughs out another warning, “go.”

“I’m going,” Thor says lightly, “you always were so serious, brother.”

He waves off Laufeyson and steps away, sending you a look through the rising dim. You cower and watch him stalk away. Mr. Laufeyson follows and swiftly shuts him out, turning the lock with a loud click.

You push yourself to the edge of the bed and lower yourself to the floor. You pick up the lamp and straighten the table. You flip the switch and the light radiates around you. You turn to Mr. Laufeyson as he holds his ribs and scowls, slumping back towards you.

“Are you alright?” You ask as you rush towards him, “Mr. Laufeyson…” you reach to touch him but think better of it, retracting your hands to fold your arms over your chest, “I… Thank you.”

He sniffs and sits on the side of the bed. He pushes back his dark hair and winces. You hover before him nervously, shaking like a hummingbird.

“You did well… calling for me,” he says quietly, “that was very good, pet.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I thought it was you knocking. I didn’t mean to–”

“I said, you did well,” he interjects as he outstretches his arms, beckoning you closer. He touches your upper arms and draws you straight, “are you alright?”

You quiver and nod, “I think…”

“Good, good,” He pulls you closer and leans forward to kiss your forehead, “I will sleep here then. Just until the morning comes.”

✨

Mr. Laufeyson leaves as you dress for the day. He bids you to lock the door behind him. He’s been silent but not in his usual way. Pensive but not dour. You put on a poppy red blouse with a brown skirt.

You ready out of habit, your mind still trapped in the night's events. First, Laufeyson and the wonderful way he made you feel. Then Thor and the horror he brought into your room. It almost feels like a bad dream.

You go to the door but don’t emerge. What if Thor is waiting? You shudder as you think of what he would’ve done if you hadn’t called for Mr. Laufeyson. If you hadn’t been heard.

The door shakes as a tap rattles you from your trance, “darling,” Frigga calls through, “are you awake?”

You inhale deeply, throat tight, and unlock the door. You pull it open and force a smile, “yes, I was just… about to come out.”

“Wonderful,” she trills, “we are having tea in the garden.”

“Oh?”

“Come,” she takes your hand, “after tea,” she drags you out as you pull the door closed with your other hand, “we will go into town and get a few things for the celebration. Flowers, as I said. And perhaps a new outfit.”

“Okay,” you agree meekly.

“Did you sleep well?” She asks as you get to the stairs, “you are quiet.”

“Fine,” you answer.

“Yes, I do find it difficult to sleep in new places,” she hums, “well, we only want you to feel at home so do let me know if I can do anything.”

You press your lips together and nod. Could you ask her to make Thor leave you alone? Or to make Mr. Laufeyson a little less stormy? No, but you suppose you could ask for some chamomile before bed.

She takes you through the grand foyer and into the next room, winding around to the elaborate dining room and the back entryway that opens onto an equally awe-inspiring veranda. The railings are wrapped in ivy and flowers, marble pots on plinths hold bunches of gardenia and the big square table at the center has four chairs on either side. Much too big for the meagre party at it.

As you approach, you see Mr. Laufeyson’s shoulders, straight and stiff as he grips the armrests. He glares across at Thor who smiles dopily at the sky. As you get closer, his eyes find you and you wilt down. Frigga draws you onward as Odin stands from the table to offer you the chair beside him.

“There she is,” he says, “come, sit.”

You obey, claiming the seat to his right as Frigga skirts around to take his right. Laufeyson sits along the side just to your own right and leans forward as you wiggle in the chair. He gives you a look and you bow your head slightly.

“What do you like? Milk? Sugar? Honey?” Odin offers as he pours a cup and places it on a saucer before you.

“Just milk,” you answer.

Thor puts his arm on the table as you feel him watching you. Laufeyson clears his throat but his brother doesn’t acknowledge him. You look down at the tea as it clouds with dairy.

“Isn’t this nice?” Thor booms, “I apologise, I was errant yesterday and hadn’t a moment to welcome you.”

You flinch and Laufeyson squeezes the armrest tighter, bristling visibly.

“Now,” Odin sits back, “boys, this is a special week for your mother. She’s working hard, you will not ruin this.”

“Wouldn’t dare think of it,” Thor puffs, “I was only being polite and welcoming the little maid.”

Little maid… the words make you recoil.

“Little maid?” Odin echoes, “don’t be so demeaning. She has a name or perhaps she should call you the big oaf.”

Thor tilts his head and snorts, peering between you and his father. “Forgive me, I thought that’s what she was.”

“Regardless, she is a person and a guest. You will remember your manners,” Odin reproaches.

“Yes, father,” Thor utters dryly and receives a sigh in return.

“Oh, let’s not spoil such a lovely day,” Frigga chimes, “isn’t it so nice to be all together ag–”

“Ugh, must the sun shine so goddamn bright,” the silty voice undergirds Frigga’s chirp. You look over as Hela struts in, a large pair of geometric sunglasses over her eyes, “remind me next time not to finish the bottle.”

“Hel,” Odin greets curtly as Frigga blinks in surprise.

“When did you arrive?” Frigga asks, “Hilde didn’t say.”

“I slept in my car,” Hela answers and struts to the table, sitting next to Laufeyson, “well, I woke up there, at least.”

“Oh my,” Frigga mutters.

“I got here early though,” Hela preens, “when’s that ever happened, mother? And all for Walpurgisnacht, though I guess Midsommar is some time off.”

“Yes, very timely,” Frigga agrees softly, “well, you can come along with us to town. You’ve always had a keen eye.”

“Oh, I may,” Hela smirks, “who is us?”

Frigga looks at you and you give a tiny wave. Hela grins and takes off her sunglasses, winking at you, “I almost didn’t notice the little mouse. Well, I think I shall join you.” She squints and shades her face before putting the glasses back in place, “tell me we have some breakfast wine.”

“Have some tea,” Odin insists, “and a bit of decency.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #dirty work #au #maid au #avengers #mcu #marvel #thor

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link-eats-rocks · 7 months

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The First Night Home

On the day of defeating Calamity Ganon, Link and Zelda can rest easily with all of the terror behind them.

"A bed for the young couple tonight?" asked the friendly stable-master.

They wanted to lay low, way too exhausted to cause a fuss as the knight and princess who vanquished the Calamity. So if they were assumed to be some ordinary husband and wife, they could be left in peace.

Link nodded.

Zelda lowered her head, face concealed under the hood of the cloak Link had given her. She longed to change into some ordinary clothes. She was anxious about standing out in her floor-length royal garb, even if it was covered by a cloak.

She heard the clink of rupees being set on the table.

"Ah, for that price, our best bed for the lovely couple. That's the bed on the far right."

"Seen Beedle around?" Link asked.

Zelda was still getting used to hearing that sweet, boyish voice with her own ears again. Her heart twisted when she thought of how badly she'd missed him.

"Beedle's always around," the man chuckled.

Link gave a weak laugh.

"Just inside."

Link stepped back and gently took Zelda’s arm in hand.

She leaned into his touch, moving closer until she was against his side.

Link responded by hooking his arm over her shoulders as he walked her inside.

Zelda closed her eyes and the darkness spun her head, her body begging for sleep.

"Yaya! My favorite customer! And you've brought a pretty girl with you, wowee!"

Zelda forces her eyes open and smiled at the stranger, assumedly Beedle.

He had a friendly face and was surrounded by various bags and boxes.

"Got any clothes?" Link asked.

"Whatcha got in mind?"

He tightened his arm around Zelda. "Something that will fit her."

"Sure thing! I know I have something here."

After a few minutes of searching, finding, and money changing hands, Zelda was holding a simple brown dress and a pair of boots that she could lace up to fit. Link bought her a hairbrush too.

For now, the outfit would be unnecessary. Behind a small privacy curtain in the back of the stable, Zelda washed up and changed into a long, soft tunic of Link's to sleep in.

Link silently pointed to their bed before brushing past her to get ready for bed himself.

Zelda awoke from the beginnings of sleep when the bed shifted beside her.

Link's arm fell next to hers and he sighed heavily as he pulled the blankets up over him.

Zelda turned on her side to face him.

He laid on his back. His eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling. She drank in the familiar sight of his face, unharmed, flushed, alive.

A lump rose in her throat and she placed her hand on his arm.

He turned his head to meet her eyes.

"Link," she whispered, "thank you for the clothes and the bed." It wasn't what she'd meant to say, but he did deserve gratitude for every kindness he showed her. "I hope it isn't a hardship."

A faint smile lit his eyes. "It's no trouble, Princess."

"Zelda, please."

The smile reached his lips and he turned fully to face her, folding his arm under his head. "It's no trouble, Zelda."

He'd never said her name before.

Her skin tingled and warmed. "Thank you for saving me, too."

He barely nodded, his amused expression unchanging.

"I...I missed you." Her eyes welled and her heart lurched at her own admission.

Link inhaled a deep breath through his nose and his eyes lit with surprise. "I missed you too. I didn't know how much until I saw you."

"That's how it was for me too. Although," she hesitated, dropping her eyes, "I felt it sharply all along, since I didn't get to say goodbye. My last sight of you—I tried not to think of it but..." Her eyes blurred with tears. She was overtired. She should have stayed quiet and just let him sleep.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I see you now, healthy and strong. I can breathe easily."

"Mm."

They were both silent for a few long moments, gazing into each other's eyes. Even in the darkening room, his large blue eyes took her breath away.

"I wonder if it will ever feel real. It's truly over. We're safe. And together."

Link blinked in his little way that signified agreement. "It will, Zelda." His voice was small as he tripped over her name.

The sound caused the same sensation as the first time she'd heard it. She closed her eyes, blissful. And as soon as she'd let her heavy eyelids fall shut, she was drawn back towards sleep. "I know we need to get to work. There's much to do. Many people to see." Her words were slurred. "But, I'd like to see your house. I was aware you got one while I was watching over you, but of course, I hadn't a chance to get a good look."

"I'll take you there first thing. I bought it with you in mind."

"Really?"

"Of course. Everything...had you...i-in mind." He sounded sleepy too.

Zelda was falling asleep but she couldn't stand missing a single second with Link after all this time. She wished her body wasn't fighting against her. "I wanted to tell you something once I was freed."

"Hm?"

"But it can wait until tomorrow."

"Okay," Link said airily.

She inched closer, imboldened by her own tiredness. "But I'll still be forward tonight. May I...It's been a frightening time. May I come closer?"

She felt Link moving beside her and her heartbeat sped up.

He laid on his back and draped his arm across her pillow.

She lifted her head.

He tucked his arm beneath her and rolled her to him, then dropped his other arm to her waist.

The movements were so fluid, it was as if he'd been waiting on her to ask.

She dropped her head to his chest and curled her arm around him. "Thank you, Link," she whispered, lips brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Thank you, Zelda," he mumbled in reply, running his hand up and down her back.

Again, she fought sleep to soak in the experience. But he was so cuddly and he was holding on so tight and the slow rise and fall of his chest was too powerful a sedative.

After one hundred years of waiting, Zelda spent the night sleeping in Link's warm, loving embrace.

I always write an element of awkwardness to Link and Zelda "confessing" because it's generally a nerve-wracking experience, especially for two teens who are new to the whole thing.

But then I was thinking, I never really notice them acting nervous around each other, even once the subtext is there of them developing feelings in the game scenes. So I thought I'd try writing their friendship shifting into more naturally and comfortably this time ❤️ And I like how it turned out! It was a fun little exercise for me. Hope you enjoy. Maybe I'll write more to go along with this little scene idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

#legend of zelda #zelink #breath of the wild #link loz #loz link #botw #post botw #zelink fanfiction #legend of zelda fanfiction #linkeatsrockswrites #there was only one bed

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dinosaur-nuggets · 25 days

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Wouldn't trade this for the world

wowee I wrote something 😍😍

Tsym @amorvincitomnia-14 (my lovely wife 💕💕💕) for the request

gn!reader x r!Leo

1,033 words (ik its not a lot, but its good and I like it so suck an egg)

Reader is stressed and overworked so Leo decides to help

No particular warnings, just some fluff <33

"Argh! I *have* the right formula, *why* aren't I getting they right answer??" You groan in frustration. You were on your fourth hour studying- or was it your sixth? Either way, you'd been here a while. The school library was almost becoming a second home to you. Your friend April speaks up, watching as you slump against the table and bury your face in your arms. "Yknow, you don't have to spend *all* your time studying- you could..... Take a break? Eat something? Spend time with people other than your study group and these ancient textbooks? Yknow, normal healthy people stuff?" You sigh, looking up at her from your arms. "I can't take a break. Not with exams right around the corner! If I wanna pass them, I *have* to study." You turn your attention back to the textbook, determined to figure out how to solve this equation. April closes the book. "Your brain can't work under all this stress Y/N. You *need* to rest. Why dont you stop by the lair? Leo won't stop whining about how much he misses you." Hmmmm.... It *had* been a while since you saw your boyfriend- or any of the turtles for that matter. Maybe a break would serve some use... "I'll think about it" you say, reopening the thick heavy book to the right page. April sighs, shaking her head as she grabs her backpack. "Alright then Y/N. See you around." With that, she exits the library. Now its just you, your notes, and a whole lotta studying.

˚⊹♡2 hours later♡⊹˚

God how long have you been here? You're starting to despise that familiar library smell of books and old lady perfume. You look at your phone to check the time. 10:13?? Damn..... You've been here a while.... You set your phone down and lean back in your wildly uncomfortable plastic school chair, exhaling a breath. You should probably go home. You load all your books and notes into your backpack and sling it over one shoulder, before immediately switching it to the other side. Thank you shoulder pain. You slide your phone into your pocket and exit the library out the back. As you step outside, cool air, a nice contrast to the hot stuffy library, hits you in the face as you stand and take a breath. Starting your commute back to your apartment, you put your headphones on and turn on some music. By the time you finally reach home, exhaustion clings to you like a thick heavy cloud. Man, you've been working a lot haven't you? Your phone pings with a text message from Leo; with all the studying, you've barely spent time with him. 💙Leo💙: 'Mi amor, I miss you 😢 Would you be up to hang out?' On one hand, you would *absolutely* like to spend time with him! But on the other, youre exhausted and overworked and just need a nap. You: 'I'm sorry babe 😟 I've been studying for exams all day and I'm just really tired 😞 I promise we'll spend time together at some point though' You send the text, knowing you're about to disappoint the nicest boy in the entire world; but you you're too tired to care. You change into something comfy; sweatpants and a t-shirt you "borrowed" from Leon; and head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You return to your room, setting the water on your nightstand before climbing into bed and switching off the lamp. You get to sleep for some 30 odd minutes before you're awoken by a knock on your window. You sit up and turn on the light, your eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. Looking at the window, you see none other than the one and only Neon Leon standing on the fire escape outside your window, waiting to be let in. Somewhat reluctantly, you pull yourself out of the soft warm embrace of bed and blankets to open the window, chilly air blowing in and pricking goosebumps on your arms. "Is that my SIX shirt? Ive been looking everywhere for that" Leo asks as he climbs in, bringing a plastic grocery bag in with him. "Thought I told you I was too tired to hang out" you say as you shut the window. "Youre dodging the question" he teases; "And I figured if youre too tired to come and spend time with yours truly, id come and be tired with you." He smiles at you, setting the bag on the bed and digging through it. "I got your favorite snacks, candies, that tea you like, and I even nabbed Donnie's laptop so we can watch something! And if you're not up for watching a movie, we can just sleep together. Well not *sleep together* sleep together- like- snuggling and napping together- yknow?" You can help but chuckle at him. He's such a dorky loser; but at least he's *your* dorky loser. You hug him, burying your fave in his neck to take in that familiar scent of peppermint sticks and black cherry merlot soap. "You're so amazing," you say, kissing his cheek and stepping back to look at him; "And it is your shirt" You smile cheekily as he scunches his nose and squints at you. "Why you little- that's my favorite shirt!" He says in faux outrage, bringing in the dramatics (something he's rather good at). "Thats why I took it. You wear it the most, so it smells like you" Leo can't help but blush. "You like my smell?" "Course I do. Makes me feel like I'm with you, even when I'm not." He wraps you in a hug, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. "Well I'm here now mi amor"

˚⊹♡-♡⊹˚

The rest of the night is spent lying in bed with Leo, sipping raspberry tea, and watching the Great British Bake Off. You eventually end up falling asleep cuddled up next to him with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close in a warm embrace and god were you lucky to have a boyfriend like him. As you lay sleeping next to him, you know you wouldn't trade this for the world.

❀⋆˚✿˖°˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .-. ° . ᡣ𐭩 °˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚ ₊‧⁺˖°˖✿˚⋆❀

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delta-hexagon · 8 months

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life update:

been at my new job for a few weeks now and WOWEE WHAT A DIFFERENCE. im not as exhausted when i get home after work and ive been slowly starting to write again! im not sure when art will happen but writing is already a big step!

new job is just great. its so much more chill, im not frustrated and angry and i dont get talked down to, and it pays better

feels like my life is finally actually starting and its wonderful

#windchime song

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blu-eh · 11 months

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i have not written anything creative in over two years and a part of that eats me up because i want to write - i love writing, i enjoy writing, i enjoy stories and words and engagement but oh my god i am so exhausted near constantly with no stories ideas that would actual make a functional, fun story

but i did see across the spiderverse today and wowee

#i sat in my car after and i just. stared.#just imagine: me. holding the steering wheel in the parking lot. it is 10pm at night. i am borderline dissociating #i say: What The Fuck #i drive home #thats all #personal

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quietmarie · 6 months

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What am I working on right now?

I realise I haven't really listed what I am doing and have been doing in terms of projects on Tumblr so far, so in case you're curious what I'm doing, here you go. With images and all this is gonna be quite lengthy, so have a look under the cut:

First of all, Job and Uni:

At the start of the month, the new uni semester begun, and I also got a job in programming! Uni courses are pretty chill this year, and I'm at the job two days a week. It's really nice so far, and it involves developing algorithms used for CAM and CNC-machines.

As a uni project I did..

A physics engine for Godot:

Godot is a game engine. As part of an uni course, two fellow students and I wrote the mathsy bulk of a physics engine for it. This includes stuff like collision handling and various joints (like hinge joints you'd use for a physics-based door etc.), but because of time constraints doesn't include collision detection, which is handled by Bullet. Outside of the planned curriculum, I also derived the equations for and implemented rope joints, which simulate, well, ropes.

And currently, outside of uni, I still want to work on the engine by implementing..

Portals:

Yea I want to implement portals using the custom physics engine we built. But not just portals as Valve did them, that would be too easy. I want them to be able to move and interact with other objects while remaining physically accurate (or, as physically accurate as they can be considering they're portals). The current state of things:

The dream is to be able to build gorgeous architecture, like, I'm thinking buildings resting on top of pillars that are always moving. If I can get this to work I really ought to discuss the vision with some artists and creative folk in general, because I feel like there's so much unexplored creativity in art with portals. But yeah, there's still a lot of very intimidating maths/physics until I get there.

As for other private/free-time projects..

SSBToni:

SSBToni is probably my most ambitious project yet. Toni is a Discord bot for the competitive Super Smash Bros. community (currently in 1.9k servers wowee). Her main selling point is the ability to show frame data and hitbox gifs, but she can also do some other stuff like guide you through a full match of Smash Bros. according to a range of competitive rulesets, from rock-paper-scissors through stage bans all the way to game reporting. She's written in Java with JDA, and her code is hosted here.

I want to do ranked matchmaking and Smash profile images later on, so I have to do some web backend work. The bulk of that is private still, but some of that spun off into separate projects which are..

instant-glicko-2:

The Glicko-2 rating system is great, but it has some issues if you want to use it for real-time ratings/rankings. This Rust library aims to solve these issues to allow for good real-time rankings that are still accurate to the Glicko-2 system. I wrote about how I achieve that here, and the code is hosted here. Note that I do want to change some stuff still which I don't mention in the article I wrote, and in the current form it is probably not production-ready.

cache-compute:

In all honesty, maybe my proudest public thing yet, and it's a single-file ~500 line Rust crate. Based on this blogpost by fasterthanlime, the library makes caching for async stuff much easier, which is gonna be extremely useful in web backend stuff. If a resource isn't available locally (cached), you might have to spend some time making a request to get it from elsewhere to cache it. This library makes sure you only make that request once when you need it, and sorts everything out so that everyone waiting on the resource gets a copy the moment it arrives.

Part of why I'm so proud of this is that, for one, I consider the core finished and very much usable, and secondly, because I wrote so many and such long and exhaustive tests for it, just to hopefully be able to catch any weirdness that comes up. Because writing this kind of concurrent code is hard.

And that's it for projects I would want to show off and write about.

There are of course always ideas in my idea list (currently four or five good ones I'm not working on), maybe I'll post about those too sometime. If you're curious or starved for ideas feel free to ask about them too, I don't think I'll be able to do all of them and the list is only growing larger.

#codeblr #long post

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neon-catarina · 7 months

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This is you. This is how you look because you are so cool and awesome. When I first joined I never thought I’d find another JzBoy fan on Tumblr but I did and wowee zowee were mutuals and that fuckin slaps man. This is so epic and awesome. It’s 1 in the morning and I am mildly exhausted

I HAVE THE BIGGEST GOOFIEST SMILE ON MY FACE RN THANK YOU SO MUCHNYCHJRJFJFJ

But HONESTLY you and your art and the fact we are mutuals is like mind blowing to me as well, you are SUCH a fun person and such an amazing artist and hell yeah that slaps!!!

And also damn get some sleep/lh

#catgetsasked

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majachee · 2 years

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just spent 15 minutes drawing wowee I am EXHAUSTED honk mimimi hooonk mimimi

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elevensbian · 2 months

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haven't posted in ages wowee it's because i am literally the most exhausted i have ever been in my life but i am having fob thoughts still i promise

#side effect .......#fob #2ourdust #tourdust

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willoftrees · 9 months

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wowee yeah it sure does make me wanna watch x, y and z with you when you constantly pester me about it and ignore how i feel exhausted by new contant constantly and need time to process and enjoy new stuff by rewatching shit

i am really sick and tired or how if i enjoy a new thing i am shown enough i will rewatch it but it somehow counts towards nothing because there is always a new fucking thing to watch, like i get zero recognition thay i watched it. just instantly on to being pestered to watch a different show or movie as soon as the fucking previous one is done.

i get BORED and ANTSY just fucking sitting there watching stuff as well

i just

fucking hate this i am about to just tell him to watch whatever without me if it means he is going to guilt me for not always watching new shit, and never credits me for when i DO and doesnt like when i like a new thing so much that i wanna rewatch it at least once or twice or show it to another friend instead of constsntly watching new shows

ugh

just

fucking mad about this shit

#willhavesomecheesewiththatwine

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@kagerou-heathaze-daze

Caffeine makes my anxiety jump sky high so I have to stick to no caffeine most of my trips. (answering this forever and a day after getting it)

#moe talks a lot #look bro today was exhausting and just wowee this is all your getting so i can finish up the comm lines and retire sorry #i just have no energy rn .............. and wow.......... yeah................................ i hope you all had a nice day!!#i'll try to do better tomorrow but alas .......... i just can't right now

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astro album aesthetics 1/?: spring up

#vivi posts stuff #astro #astro aesthetics #spring up #yall it's 6am and i'm still too scared to go to sleep rip #i'm so exhausted and tired but i'm afraid it'll happen again #wowee #anyways #it took me 3 hours but here we are #i have all 5 albums made lmao rip

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Rest For the Wicked

Summary: It's been exhausting few weeks in Horseshoe Overlook. With Arthur constantly running back and forth, you have no time to see him. So, you decide to take matters into your own hands to enjoy some time with the man you love.

Warnings: Fluff, all fluff

Word Count: 5,319

A/N: Request number 2! Wowee, I'm sorry this one is so late!! Suffice to say, April has been a busy month for me. COVID knocked me on my ass both physically and mentally, then I really had to gear up since show season hit right after I recovered. I finally found enough time in between to finish this. Anyway @rommies, please enjoy!

A cool breeze rustled through the treetops, spiraling down and settling a familiar chill amongst the dwellers beneath. The overlook once empty now called home by a displaced group, you being a part of them. Wrapping your shawl tighter around your shoulders and curling further into the flimsy chair, the chill gripped you with the unpleasant memory of the whiteout storm of Ambarino. It was only a few weeks since arriving to your new resting place, but sometimes your eyes would close and the piercing howls of wind, the flurry of the snow would batter the exposed skin of your face.

The sweltering sip of coffee and the steam tickling your nose was enough to bring you back to the present. You inhaled the fumes, allowing it to slowly pull you from the last dredges of sleep clawing your mind. The still half-asleep camp had been moving quietly.

A pair of heavy hands slid gently onto your shoulders, to which you automatically leaned until your head rested against a warm, solid torso. You peered up to see the smiling face of Arthur Morgan.

You smiled at him. “Good morning,” you greeted.

“You didn’t wake me up,” he answered.

“You were dead to the world,” you responded with a small giggle. “Thought I’d let you sleep in for once.”

“Appreciate it, but we can’t afford that luxury. You know that,” he spoke quietly, his expression turning more solemn.

You sighed, shaking your head. “You got back so late, you needed it.”

He hummed lowly, pulling his attention from you to gaze across the campsite. Having fled from Blackwater just a month ago, leaving just about everything behind with the law hot on your heels. It was a rough restart; picking up pieces and losing folk along the way. Arthur had been hard at work ensuring everyone was safe, so much to the point you could see the exhaustion plain in his face, no matter how much he denied it.

You reached for his hand, squeezing his fingers with your own. He turned his hand to hold yours completely. It was only a short moment before Dutch called Arthur’s name from his tent. With a small squeeze of his own and a kiss upon the crown of your head, he stepped away to answer the leader’s beckon.

Another sip of coffee brought a wave of warmth previously taken by Arthur’s leave. Since leaving Colter it was difficult to have more than just a few stolen moments together. Lain together in Arthur’s wagon side area, only exchanging a few tired words before drifting off to sleep. You didn’t blame him, you couldn’t blame anyone. But damn, did you miss him.

A few minutes passed before Arthur wandered back over to you, a coffee of his own in his hand. He settled next to you, only leaving a few inches of space. Without hesitation you leaned against him, and he opened his arm up in welcoming.

It was silent at first, enjoying each other’s company while Arthur indulged in his coffee. After another moment, he finally spoke.

“Gotta go in a bit,”

You expected that. Biting back a sigh, you sat upright to look at him completely. “Where?”

“Debt collectin’ for Strauss,” he said with disdain. “Y’know, the usual.”

Scoffing softly, you rolled your eyes. “Can’t Strauss collect his own damn debts instead of making you do the dirty work?”

“Wishful thinkin’, you know how he is,” Arthur murmured.

You hated it almost as much as Arthur did. Strauss was known for lending to people who obviously could not pay, and often sent Arthur to “persuade” them. You thankfully never had to witness this firsthand, but Arthur always seemed to visibly bristle whenever he returned from such duty. Between recovering from Blackwater, running errand after errand and being roughed up by a local drunk, you wanted nothing more for Arthur than to just relax for a day. It was, however, too much to ask for, at least according to the stubborn man you were sweet on.

There wasn’t much else to say while Arthur finished up his coffee. With another parting kiss and a mumble of he’ll be back later, he headed toward the horses and took off. The sound of galloping hooves soon disappeared in the distance, leaving you with a feeling of bitterness. You were tired of not having enough time to spend with Arthur. You weren’t selfish; you knew what to expect when being taken under Dutch’s care, and even more so when you and Arthur agreed to be with one another romantically.

You just wanted a day together. A day to rest and recuperate, for Arthur especially.

Glancing around the camp again, you noted that everyone was beginning chores for the day. You stood to your feet and downed the last of your coffee with the intention of getting busy before Miss Grimshaw had your head.

---

The next few hours were filled with daydreams. While you had your hands full with dirty dishes, you overheard some of the men speak about robbing homesteads and other similar jobs. Seems that New Hanover and West Elizabeth were prime targets for such activities.

Arthur recently robbed a rural homestead up in Ambarino with Javier, coming back with a decent amount of loot. You weren’t unfamiliar after having done a few in your time. Sometimes they took a whole day, or even more depending on the distance and who you were dealing with.

Daydreams were soon replaced with ideas.

You spent the rest of the day keeping yourself busy with other tasks around camp, sometimes taking breaks to chat with the others. It was however an excuse to plan out what you had in mind.

Twilight had stretched across the sky by the time Arthur returned, the outlaw looking as disgruntled as ever. His tense demeanor seemed to loosen up just slightly as you bounded across camp to greet him, his arms opening to pull you into a tight embrace.

He buried his face into your hair. “Missed you,” he murmured before leaning back to kiss you.

“Missed you too,” you responded against his lips, stepping away to take him in full. “Want some stew?”

“As long as it’s got some sorta identifiable meat in it, sure,” Arthur said with a slight grin. As you left him to head for the pot, Arthur made his way over to the camp’s funds box.

You grabbed two helpings, making sure to catch Arthur’s eye. You made it apparent to head back to the tent rather than the campfire or the table. He naturally followed your lead and met you just a short moment later. You handed him a bowl before seating yourself on the cot, him taking place next to you.

For the first few minutes, the two of you ate in silence. Arthur was all but shoveling the stew down, while you snuck a glance around to see if anyone was in earshot. Thankfully, everyone else was preoccupied with their meals or in another part of camp.

Figuring it was a good time, you placed your spoon down. “Arthur,” you began. “We need to talk.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, swallowing a generous mouthful. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You locked eyes with him. Although you had rehearsed this conversation a few times in your head throughout the day, you suddenly felt nervous. You reached out and laid your hand against his forearm. “I…I miss you.”

He looked at you in confusion. “I’m right here,” he stated, arms opening in a slight gesture.

You shook your head. “No, I meant…” you sighed. “I miss spending time with you. It feels like we barely have had time to enjoy ourselves in so long.”

Arthur stared at you for a second, his mouth forming into a tight line. “Ain’t none of us had time to relax since—“

“Since Blackwater, I know,” you finished. “But we’re in a better place than we were. And Lord knows you need a break.”

Arthur’s chest heaved in a breath, his face looking as if he were about to argue. Before he could even get a word out, you continued,

“You know I’m right, Arthur. I haven’t seen you take so much as five minutes for yourself before…beckoning to Dutch’s call, or Strauss’, or whoever else,” you swept your hand around the open camp before you. “I know it’s your duty and all, but you made a promise to me too.”

His eyes cast downward, his expression somewhat perturbed as your words sunk in. A full moment of silence passed before his head hung low. He rubbed his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. “’M sorry, sweetheart. Believe me, I’ve been thinkin’ it too. Jus’ been too hectic to do anything about it. What with recovering from Blackwater n’ all, feels like I can’t rest until Dutch says –“

“Dutch says, Dutch says,” you scoffed. “There are more than plenty of capable people here.”

“Sure,” Arthur sighed. “S’not like I can tell Dutch I need a break.”

“You don’t have to,” you said with a smile. “I had an idea earlier today… remember that homestead you and Javier looted?”

Arthur gave you a look of confusion. “Yeah…what ‘bout it?”

You glanced around once more, ensuring that absolutely no one else was in the immediate area. Regardless, you dropped your voice and leaned a little closer to him. “What if we…say we found one? A bit far away? Something that would take a couple of days to get to?”

He blinked silently, absorbing your words as his brow slowly furrowed. After a moment, he said, “You mean…lie to Dutch?” his voice, while quiet, was full of disbelief.

“He wouldn’t question it if he knew it meant helping the gang,” you pointed out.

“He would if we returned with nothin’, sweetheart,” Arthur objected. “We can’t –“

“We can still scrounge something up,” you softly interrupted. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Rob a stagecoach or something on our way back.”

Silence fell upon him again as a thoughtful look crossed his face. His fingers scratched against his chin, eyes wandering toward the dark tree line. “I’ll admit, it’s awfully tempting…”

You waited for him to say more.

The hand on his chin moved up and around to cradle the back of his neck. “Guess it can’t hurt,” he murmured, turning his eyes toward you again. “Jus’ a few days, right?”

“Two or three at most,” you confirmed. “Should be enough, I think.”

He breathed a large sigh, leaning back as the hand on his neck traveled to rest on his knee, tensing and relaxing to and from a fist. Finally, nodded in agreement. “Alright, you win then.”

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With the following morning, the effort used to quell the visible excitement radiating from your body was almost exhausting. While sipping your usual coffee from the tin cup, fingers drumming against it while Arthur had parted ways to speak with Dutch. Though you were nervous too, concerned over the slim chance that someone may be on to your plan. But you and Arthur have gone on many jobs before without an issue (aside from the occasional tease by the others), no reason why Dutch wouldn’t find this suspicious.

Still, though. Lying to Dutch was like lying to your parents. It had to be careful and methodical. You and Arthur went to bed early yet still discussed in hushed tones to concoct a foolproof plan.

Arthur decided on a location: a nice, quiet woodsy area just northeast of Cumberland Forest. A days’ worth of travel and away from any prying eyes and ears. You had discreetly packed a few things around dawn, when no one else was awake.

Your eyes swept across the camp toward Dutch’s tent, where the two men were speaking. Arthur stood casually while Dutch appeared thoughtful. You were too far away from them to hear the conversation, but by the facial expressions, nothing seemed off so far.

After a few more minutes, Arthur stepped away from Dutch and immediately locked eyes with you, giving you a tiny nod and the faintest of smiles, meaning all was good.

You smiled as well, hiding it behind the cup as you drained the rest of your coffee. After discarding the now empty tin, you made your way across the camp toward the horses, where Arthur was already saddling up his steed. With your pack of supplies you mounted your horse, and within minutes the two of you were trotting from the clearing into the woods.

From the forest out into the open air of New Hanover, the smile on your face continued to grow. You were giddy with excitement and anticipation of being able to enjoy some quality time with Arthur.

The first few hours of travel consisted of idle chatter between the two of you. You hardly remembered the last time you had a conversation with him that lasted more than twenty minutes. It was about nothing in particular, but it was refreshing.

By mid-afternoon the open fields gave way to tall trees once again, thicker wilderness than where your camp lay. You’d reached Cumberland Forest, and Arthur briefly mentioned having to traipse into O’Driscoll territory with Kieran recently.

The sun was settling lower into the horizon when Arthur finally pointed out your destination. North of train tracks, into the mountains in the lower half of Ambarino. The air had a distinct chill to it, yet nowhere near what you had to endure during your stay in Colter.

He led you to a cliff edge overlooking a small body of water. It was quiet; only the song of nature surrounding you. With the sun just beginning to touch the mountaintops in the West, illuminating the land in a soft orange glow.

You could see why Arthur chose this spot.

You dismounted just as Arthur did the same. The grin on your face seemingly hadn’t budged since leaving Horseshoe Overlook. You were so busy absorbing the gorgeous scenery, that you nearly hadn’t noticed his arm around your waist. Leaning onto his broad frame, you peered up at him.

“This is such a nice area, Arthur,” you said to him.

He smiled down at you. “Thought you’d like it, found this area after clearin’ out that O’Driscoll camp. Pretty peaceful and out of the way.”

You nodded in agreement. Turning around in his grip, you stretched up to caress his face, pulling him into a tender kiss. He held you closer to him as your lips connected, lost in each other’s embrace for a long moment before breaking free.

Dusk had set in by the time your little camp was set up. Arthur pitched the tent while you gathered wood for the campfire, setting closer to the forest edge in case any wandering observers got curious. The two of you settled around the fire, cooking a can of beans for your dinner. It was quiet while you ate, simply enjoying the sounds of nature without someone looming over your shoulder, or anyone to bother Arthur for yet another job.

After finishing, you scooted closer to him until you’d settled within his lap. Arthur happily held you close to him, his lips resting against the crook of your neck. You sighed and melted to his touch as he kissed you gently, stubble tickling your exposed skin. You felt completely safe and content in his arms, warmed by his body, comforted by his closeness.

“Haven’t been this relaxed in…weeks,” you muttered. “Almost forgot what it felt like.”

“Me too,” Arthur agreed. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I know I haven’t been the best ‘round ya lately, as much as I wanted to—“

“I know,” you gently interrupted. “The gang comes first.”

“Safety, full bellies, money in our pockets again,” he added. “Ain’t no end.”

“There will be,” you reached to clasp his hand, as it rested on your hip. “And we’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” he repeated with a squeeze of your hand. “But you matter just as much.”

“And you do too, don’t forget that,” you pointed out.

He chuckled slightly. “How can I with you remindin’ me every day?”

“It’s warranted when you run yourself ragged,” you replied with a quirked eyebrow. “You forget to even take care of yourself sometimes.”

He sighed heavily, eyes casting downward. “You ain’t wrong, spent too long watchin’ out for others.”

Removing your hand from his, you reached up to cradle the hollow of his cheek. He slowly turned his head to look at you, and only then did you speak. “You don’t have to worry about that, for now at least. Let’s enjoy this trip, forget we’re a pair of outlaws for a couple of days, sound good?”

The smile returned upon Arthur’s face. “Sounds good,” he replied.

Another hour was spent in front of the fire before the both of you retired for the night. Arthur padded the inside of the tent comfortably with pelts to ensure extra warmth. You crawled beneath them with him, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close to him.

You were able to sleep soundly for once.

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The soft melody of songbirds chirping and the calm rustle of the trees above awoke you from a deep slumber. The sun couldn’t be too high in the sky; the inside of the tent just barely retaining a golden glow.

Arthur still had you trapped. Snoring away, lost to the world. You turned your head to peer at him, taking him in full like you always did before rising for the day. He always looked at peace while sleeping; the faint wrinkles of his face absent of strain. Gone were the worries and stress of the life of an outlaw. As temporary as it was, it surely fluttered your heart.

His lips were slightly parted, his snoring gradually reducing to a peaceful deep breathing. You leaned in to place a kiss on his mouth, and he gave a slight stir, sighing in the process, a small smile forming yet not completely rising from his slumber.

You decided to not bother him further, allowing him the rest he so desperately needed. Managing to wiggle free from his grasp, he rolled over to face the opposite side of the tent without waking. You peeled away one of the tent flaps to peer outside, the bare skin of your face greeted by the crisp mountain air. The sky was clear, the morning sun casting a brilliant sheen across the lake below.

What you wouldn’t give to see this every day.

It was another hour before Arthur seemed to have risen. Within the tent you heard his deep rumble of a yawn, the rustling of the fabric and pelts. In that time you’d hunted down a couple of rabbits and brewed two tins of coffee for breakfast. You were taking a bite from your rabbit when Arthur’s head peered through the tent flaps before emerging completely, only wearing his union suit and pants.

He settled next to you, and you handed him a plate and the tin of coffee. He sported a tired smile, inhaling the steam before taking a sip. He hummed for a moment, before saying, “You didn’t wake me.”

You looked at him with a smile of your own. “Thought you needed the rest.”

“I did,” he agreed, for once, stretching a little as he yawned widely. “Ain’t slept that well in ages.”

“I know, me too,” you said before taking another bite of your rabbit. “Wish it could be like this every day.”

Arthur didn’t respond to that, and you understood why. The look in his eye betrayed his emotions deep down; guilt of having to leave the others after just barely getting back on their feet. It was ingrained in him, and you too to an extent. You however understood where to care for yourself first.

Hopefully, this trip would allow him to learn the importance of self-care.

“We could do this again, ya know,” you spoke again. “Every once in a while, plan an escape while things are decent back home.”

“Then Dutch’ll figure out what we’re up to,” Arthur murmured. “Won’t be too happy ‘bout it.”

“Not unless we bring stuff back, like we discussed,” you gently countered. “Speaking of which, how about we go hunting? I’m sure Dutch won’t complain if we bring back some fresh meat.”

Arthur visibly brightened at that. “Sure.”

Hunting was something you preferred to do alone; what with Arthur, large, lumbering, and handier with a shotgun than a bow and arrow, it was easier to track and shoot something when he wasn’t around.

But then he reminded you of the trip he recently went on with Hosea, hunting a large grizzly bear and Arthur learning a thing or two from the gang’s wise second in command. He surprised you when he managed to nail a doe in between the eyes from a fair distance.

The two of you wandered far into the forest, craggy and steep yet fresh and beautiful. You had to admire the landscape of Ambarino since your short time in Colter didn’t allow for much exploration.

The sun rose to its peak in the sky when you’d returned to camp, shoulders laden with multiple small game while Arthur’s horse had his deer and some other small animals strewn along either side of the saddle. It wasn’t a plentiful bounty, but it was enough to feed everyone for at least a week.

Your little camp remained untouched by the wilderness, no evidence of other people. No clatter or noise of your fellow gang members, no having to clean up after drunken rambles. Aside from the scuttling of the occasional woodland creature, it was almost as if you were alone in the world with him.

The gears of your mind began to turn with imagination. A quick image of you and Arthur building a little log cabin, deep in the woods, unbothered by civilization as he wanted it. Or somewhere out west, on the edge of the desert or upon the wilderness of Northern California. Arthur often expressed his displeasure of the east, longing to return to where he spent his youth, and you hoped to make that a reality one day.

That is, if he decided to retire from the outlaw life.

Was that even possible?

“Hey,”

Arthur’s voice snapped you from your train of thought. He was staring at you with a look of amusement, the crooked smile on his face absolutely adorable. “Lost there?”

You giggled in response, “A little,” you reached and took his hand. “I’m just happy we’re out here.”

His smile turned into a grin. “Me too,” he said, leaning in for a sweet kiss. You met him instantly, dropping the fresh game in favor of wrapping your arms around his neck.

Time had become lost to you as the both of you settled back in the tent, warmed to the core with his body upon yours. Caged beneath his arms, lips bruised and swollen from how often he kissed you. Only he could send you through such wondrous journeys of pleasure and intimacy. A session of which was long overdue and without the worry of someone overhearing or being pulled away for business.

And soon you were within his grasp again, both tired and covered with sweat. Arthur’s hand lazily stroked your hair as the two of you lay quietly amongst the mess of discarded clothes and lopsided pelts.

You broke the silence first. “That was amazing, Arthur.”

He smiled down at you, lazily placing his lips against our forehead. “It was, can’t remember the last time we had a good time like that.”

You hummed in thought. Any other time as of recent were quick and cautious. Anything prior to the hasty escape from Blackwater felt like eons ago. “Good thing we’re out here then,” you finally mentioned.

He nodded in agreement. “Glad you convinced me,” he said with a low chuckle.

A smirk formed on your lips. “Think you’ll wanna do this more often then?”

A low chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “You won’t let that go, will ya?”

“Not a chance,”

He shook his head, the laughter only growing. “Guess I can’t say no to ya, sweetheart.”

“You never could,” you snickered, “As far as I know, our arguments don’t get very far.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, the hand that idly stroked your hair now cupped your neck. “You ain’t ever bring up a bad one, even if you get on my nerves sometimes.”

You scoffed, flopping your hand in a mock slap only for your slack knuckles to bounce off his chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment, Mr. Morgan.”

He smiled crookedly down at you. “Ain’t surprised one bit at that.”

Though you’d rather spend the rest of the day cuddling, Arthur did eventually break away to start on dinner. He made his way down to the water and managed to catch a few fish while you rested in the tent, warm and comfortable. Eventually the enticing scent of fish frying above the campfire drew you out; wrapped in Arthur’s leather jacket.

He smiled over at you, leaning to grab something beside him off the ground. It was an already cooked fish upon a plate, and you took it gratefully, your stomach growling in anticipation.

Dinner was shared quietly, the two of you side by side, savoring the catch and listening to the sounds of the wilderness around you as the sun once again steadily sank, once again bathing the landscape in the same beautiful glow. You found yourself staring out into the distance, captivated by its beauty all over again.

Earlier, you and Arthur agreed to make the journey back tomorrow morning. Even though it was your idea to only spend a day or so out here, you were slowly beginning to wish you’d bargained for longer.

Still, you counted your blessings for even getting this far. Affording simple luxuries was harder these days.

Weary from the day’s adventures, you decided to turn in soon after dinner. Arthur spent a little longer outside, cleaning up in preparation to leave that next morning. Just as you were slipping into your dreams, you felt his body slide in next to you.

That night, you dreamt of a quaint little cabin, lost in the woods.

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Arthur’s absence is what arose you that following morning. Half-asleep, chilly and seeking his warmth, you rolled to find his space empty, lacking any heat to indicate he awoke recently.

Confused, you rubbed your bleary eyes and slowly sat up, allowing your vision to adjust. The sliver of sunlight that peeked through the tent flaps didn’t provide much else. You crawled forward and pulled one aside to look, realizing you were alone.

Frowning in confusion, you exited the tent completely, looking around for any sign of him. The bewilderment only heightened to see his horse still standing next to yours. Judging by the shadows, it still had to be fairly early.

“Arthur?” you called out.

A rustle in the bushes caught your attention. It was a knee-jerk reaction to immediately spring into defensive mode, reaching for the revolver that usually rested on the side of your hip.

Seconds later, Arthur himself emerged from the thicket. He held a small bouquet of wildflowers in his hand, a look of surprise on his face as soon as he met your gaze, which melted into amusement noticing your stance.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he stepped closer.

You sighed and relaxed. “You didn’t wake me,” you said quietly, giving him a small smile.

“Thought you needed some extra sleep,” he responded. “’Sides, gave me some time to pick these,” he gestured to the flowers with a simple flourish of his hand. “Thought I could surprise ya with some breakfast in bed ‘fore we left, but I clearly didn’t make it in time.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” you giggle, closing the distance between the two of you. He held out the bouquet which you took, admiring the multitude of colors and the fresh, floral scents. With your free hand, you caressed his cheek, pulling him into a short and sweet kiss. “Thank you, Arthur,” you murmured against his lips.

“Nothin’ but the finest for my lady,” he replied with a smile. “How ‘bout some breakfast?”

Your stomach answered before your mouth did, rumbling and growling like a sleeping bear. You nodded enthusiastically, rubbing your abdomen in anticipation.

Arthur provided some more fish, which you savored immensely. Somehow it seemed more flavorful and filling than before, the temptation of remain out here only grew. However, Arthur was quick to finish cleaning up the campsite, which you reluctantly helped with. In the end, the only signs that you were there were footprints and the small pile of ash leftover from the fire.

The sun was already peeking over the high treetops by the time you saddled up your horses and began the journey back. It would take most of the day to return to the gang. You made you way down the mountain, side by side, until the familiar train tracks and the dense vegetation of Cumberland Forest came into view.

The two of you wound your way into the forest, the area quiet and barren of any other travelers. It remained so for a little while, until Arthur spotted a stagecoach some ways ahead. He gave you a look that you knew instantly: prime target.

You smiled at him, remembering your conversation a few days ago. Find something to rob to convince Dutch further that you were simply doing a job. It seemed that luck was on your side.

After some quick planning, an exaggerated performance from you and Arthur’s sly movement, the two of you disappeared into the woods after bamboozling the unbeknownst travelers. While it was more common to have spent some bullets or shed some blood, you were glad it didn’t come to that point today.

Once you were a safe distance, Arthur pulled out a thick stack of cash and some random pieces of jewelry. It totaled out to be three hundred dollars along with some rings and a small but gorgeous silver necklace with a ruby pendant.

As Arthur placed the money into his satchel, you spoke, “How lucky were we to come across that stagecoach?”

“Very lucky,” he said with a grin. “Seemed like things were fallin’ in our favor these past few days.”

“All thanks to me,” you joked, mirroring his grin.

Arthur chuckled and rolled his eyes. He guided his horse closer to yours, side by side with just mere inches of room between the two. He leaned forward, reaching around your neck for a brief second, something cold draped over your bare collarbones. You blinked and looked down as he straightened back up, noting the gleam of the ruby pendant that now adorned your neck.

Your heart fluttered wildly against your ribcage. It wasn’t the first time Arthur had gifted you, but damn did it excite you nonetheless.

“Thought it looked better than sittin’ in the box back at camp,” he broke the short silence.

You were beaming from ear to ear. Your fingertips brushed against the pendant, the weight of it certainly was a telltale sign of its value. You’d have to keep it from any prying eyes.

“Might wanna hide it from the girls, or Dutch, when we get back,” he seemed to have read your thoughts.

You nodded and tucked it below the neckline of your blouse. “Thank you, Arthur,” you say and lean over to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for convincin’ me to take some time off,” he replied, reaching to caress your chin. “I feel loads better after that.”

The smile returned. “Me too, now let’s get back to camp before Dutch actually thinks we abandoned everyone.”

Arthur laughed at that. “Sure, darlin’. Let’s go.”

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