// I want long, detailed SLs soooo baddddd. Someone give me mutual pining, angst, stuff that will have me kicking my feet one second, then crying all over my keyboard the next. 🙏
// I haven’t forgotten about y’all, I promise! I’ve had some crazy stuff happen recently, and it’s taken all of my mental strength to deal with it lmao.
I promise I’ll get to replies on all of my accounts soon! Thank you for bearing with me. <33
// I wanna write Arthur as a father SOOO badly. Gimme Arthur finding out your muse is pregnant, him being overprotective throughout, and him being able to finally have the family he always wanted. 😭😭
A surprised grunt left Arthur’s lips, legs stumbling beneath the sudden added weight as he tried to keep himself upright.
“Hell of a greetin’ there, Ophi.” He teased.
A soft laugh came from him as he gently scrubbed his hands, his thumb working into his calloused palm as he watched her.
“Gettin’ hurt usually comes with the job, sweetheart.” He gave her a playful nudge with his hip.
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⠀⠀'' oh, stop it you! '' frowning and slapping his hand ever so slightly. chewing the inside of her cheek, brows furrowed.
'' you know i ain't fond of you talkin' about gettin' hurt with such .. unconcern! ''
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Rolling his eyes playfully, Arthur slipped his hands into the wash bucket next to her, the water tinting red from the blood covering his skin as well.
“Least it ain’t my blood this time.”
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⠀⠀washing blood out of the 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟'𝑠 shirt. huffing at the stubborn stain, refusing to wash out. '' hell! who'd you kill for this big ol' stain? '' scolding the 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 for being so messy.
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