#Arthur hill fic

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podcast crush | arthur hill

face claim: steph bohrer ♡

request: here !

requested: Hey just wondering if you could maybe write something like either Arthur’s girlfriend or crush goes on the podcast and it’s just like cute fluff or Arthur’s girlfriend supporting him at Leeds festival and like calming him down hahah no worries if not x

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y/nstagram on a date, do you think he's nervous?

andrew_spanndy rue, when was this ↳ y/nstagram andrew, baby, you weren't supposed to find out like this... ↳ max_balegde can you blame me? look at her xx ↳ andrew_spanndy i'm just mad i wasn't invited 😞 ↳ y/nstagram next time it's just you and me babygirl 💗 ♥️ andrew_spanndy

arthurnfhill i would do the same thing ↳ y/nstagram awww you flatter me xx ↳ fan my parents who don't know they're my parents and aren't together but should be

fan y/n is so gorgeous please i am on my KNEES

fan not arthur flirting in her comments AGAIN can y'all just kiss or smth

arthurtv what did you say to make him do that? 😭 ↳ y/nstagram wdym i just looked hot and it happened ↳ arthurtv humble as always y/n ↳ y/nstagram ok mr "posts topless selfies to distract from his lack of rizz" ↳ fan gagged a lil ↳ arthurtv :((((((( ↳ y/nstagram i'm sorry pooks, you know ily xx

georgeclarkeey so... getting you on the pod when? ↳ y/nstagram you couldn't afford my fee x ↳ max_balegde your fees a redbull and a blue razz vape ↳ y/nstagram unprovoked??? ↳ max_balegde THE LAST PICTURE SAYS OTHERWISE???

mummysboypod we could afford your fee y/n (heart) ↳ y/nstagram i'd do it for free for lisa xx ↳ lisahull_hill y/n my lovely girl ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram absolutely adore you ❤️ ↳ arthurnfhill can't believe my mum loves y/n more than me ↳ fan 🤨 ↳ arthurnfhill more than she loves me* oops ↳ fan ur not slick arthur.

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y/nstagram charitably graced his podcast and he thanks me by mocking my poses 🙄

fan EP OUT WHEN??? ↳ y/nstagram mummysboypod? ↳ mummysboypod next week! :)

fan WHERE IS LISA???? ↳ y/nstagram the lisa pics are for me and me only ↳ lisahull_hill silly girl, we all know the real reason why i'm not on here! ↳ fan LISA SPILL PLEASE ↳ lisahull_hill you'll have to wait for next weeks podcast! :P

arthurnfhill maybe i just thought it was a snazzy pose ↳ y/nstagram hmm ofc you did 🙄 ↳ arthurnfhill full of attitude today aren't you 🤨 ↳ y/nstagram who me? 😇

fan MUMMYS BOY POD WITH Y/N I DREAMED OF DAYS LIKE THIS

fan i need y/n biblically ♥️ arthurnfhill ↳ fan like i said before ur not slick arthurnfhill

bachandarthur us next? 🥺 ↳ y/nstagram anything for my pookies 🫶 ↳ arthurtv don't bother

MUMMYS BOY PODCAST WITH Y/N L/N TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT

LISA: So, my sweet Y/N, how have you been? Y/N: I've been good! My youtube and tiktok have been taking off so it's been a bit hectic! LISA: Oh yes, I forgot you did the tikkytokky thing like Arthur. [ARTHUR AND Y/N LAUGH AT LISA SOFTLY] Y/N: Yes, I do the tikkytokky thing. It took a while to find my niche but I think I've finally found my place on there. LISA: I asked Arthur to help me set up an account so I could follow you. I love seeing your, oh, what are they called, Arthur? ARTHUR: Get ready with me's? LISA: Yes, that. You're always so happy, it makes me want to just... [LISA REACHES ACROSS TO PINCH Y/N'S CHEEK] ARTHUR: Mum, please unhand our guest. LISA: [LAUGHS] Y/N doesn't mind, do you sweetie? Y/N: Of course not! If it was Arthur on the other hand... ARTHUR: Ah yes, it's bully Arthur hour again. [LISA AND Y/N LAUGH] Y/N: What else are we supposed to do?

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LISA: Oh, sweetie, before I forget, I still have the book you leant me last week! Y/N: The Song of Achilles? How did you find it? ARTHUR: I got a phone call of her crying her eyes out, you wicked woman. I thought something bad had happened! Y/N: Something bad did happen! They kept Achilles and Patroclus apart for so long... LISA: Oh, don't! You'll set me off again! I'm too scared to ask you for another recommendation! Y/N: [LAUGHS] I promise the next one won't be so sad! I just finished Romancing Mr Bridgerton which I think you'll really like! You've read the first Bridgerton book, haven't you? LISA: Oh yes, I loved it! Which sibling is the one you just finished? Y/N: It's Colin and Penelope! LISA: Their season is coming out soon, isn't it? Are you still coming round to watch it? Y/N: Where else would I be?! I've already planned the drinks and snacks for our Bridgerton marathon! ARTHUR: Can we not recommend regency porn to my mother in front of me? Y/N: And how do you know it's regency porn, Mr Hill? You told me you hadn't watched it. LISA: He wanted to know more about it since he knows you love it so much. ARTHUR: Mum! [LISA AND Y/N LAUGH AS ARTHUR LOOKS SCANDALISED] LISA: Oh, sorry, was I not supposed to say that? Y/N: How sweet of you Arthur, maybe you should come watch the new season with me and Lisa? ARTHUR: I refuse to watch the carriage scene in the company of my mother. [Y/N SQUEALS WHILST LISA BATS HER ARM] Y/N: So you've read the books? [SILENCE] ARTHUR: Ok, maybe I did...

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LISA: You know, Y/N, you're such a lovely girl. Beautiful face, amazing personality and limitless prospects, how are you still single? Surely the guys must be beating down your door. Y/N: Thank you for that stellar review Lisa [LAUGHS]. Honestly, I'm quite happy with what I have at the moment! My careers taking off, I'm doing things I could only dream of and visiting places that are all over my pinterest boards. i'm not exactly looking for a relationship, but if one came along I wouldn't be opposed to seeing where things go! ARTHUR: Mum - LISA: [SHUSHES ARTHUR] so if you were looking for someone, what do you look for? Y/N: Why? Do you have someone in mind for me? [LAUGHS] [LISA SHRUGS] Y/N: Well I guess, if I had to choose, I'd love someone family oriented. I love my family more than anything on this earth so it would be nice to find someone who has the same ideals as me. Someone kind, of course, warm and funny. Someone with hobbies and passions we share but also separate ones so we can have our independence. The appearance really doesn't matter to me, I'm more someone who leans into personality. But, I mean, if they were smoking hot, it wouldn't hurt! [LAUGHS] LISA: And your hobbies are...? Y/N: Why do I feel like I'm on take me out or something? [LAUGHS] I like music and craft... Hiking is fun sometimes! I have to include reading as well!. [LAUGHS] I also like visiting museums and art galleries. And, of course, makeup! LISA: Arthur likes art galleries too, he took me to the Tate Modern the other week to show me the new exhibit! Y/N: [SHOCKED EXPRESSION] without me? Arthur, how could you? ARTHUR: Oh, so now I can speak? Also, you said you were busy! LISA: You also like hiking, don't you Arthur? I remember all the selfies you sent me when you were in LA. ARTHUR: I do... where is this going, Mum? Y/N: Yeah, where is this going Lisa? [LAUGHS] LISA: [SHRUGS] Nowhere, was just making some observations.

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y/nstagram bridgerton s3 pt 1 watch party with MOTHER ❤️ (lisa makes the best snack tables, i'm moving in immediately)

lisahull_hill there's always a bedroom here for you sweet y/nnie ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram lisa i'll cry right now, i love you 🥹

arthurnfhill that was the most awkward 4 episodes of my life ↳ y/nstagram i am so sorry (not) for laughing at your expression in ep 4 ↳ fan Y/N HOW DID HE REACT TO THE CARRIAGE SCENE ↳ y/nstagram he got up and walked out the room, we had to stop the show we were Howling ↳ arthurnfhill i will never forgive you for this ↳ lisahull_hill it's just a bit of sex arthur, grow up 😆

fan lisa loves her daughter (in law) ♥️ lisahull_hill, y/nstagram ↳ fan ur delusional (i believe you) ↳ fan real! ↳ fan i love her daughter (in law) too

fan y/n i NEED to know where that corset is from!!!! ↳ y/nstagram i got it from amazon, one sec i'll dm you the link 💓 ↳ fan everyone's favourite girl's girl

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arthurnfhill absolutely no reason why i'm uploading this specific set of pics :)

arthurtv bro is smoking hot

georgeclarkeey absolutely fuckin smoking babes

chrismd phwoar did it just get hot in here or is it me

italianbach who's this hottie over here? one could say he is smokin'

fan the gang hyping arthur up im SCREAMING

fan not him shooting his shot over ig... just message her my guy

fan museums ✅ family oriented ✅ music ✅ reading ✅ y/n please put him out of his misery

fan he wants y/n so bad but jokes on him so do we

fan y/nstagram please come get your man... ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram ↳ fan y/nstagram please it's painful at this point ↳ fan y/nstagram

y/nstagram ??? wait you like me??? ↳ fan come the fuck on y/n he's fancied you for MONTHS ↳ y/nstagram ???!!!!!! i did not know????? ↳ arthurnfhill my mum has literally been trying to get us together for ages ↳ fan put him out of his misery PLEASE ↳ y/nstagram lisahull_hill ???!!!! elaborate lisa??? ↳ lisahull_hill oh he likes you a lot, i do too, that instagram user wasn't wrong when they said i love my daughter (in law)

y/nstagram come over right now. ↳ arthurnfhill 🫡🫡 ↳ fan WE WANT TO KNOW TOO???? Y/N SHARE WITH THE AUDIENCE????

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y/nstagram smoking hot ✅ funny ✅ family oriented ✅ likes music and crafts (he made the tshirt and mug) ✅ kind and warm ✅ perfect boyfriend material if you ask me

fan OHHHH HOW I PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THIS

georgeclarkeey idk about funny? ↳ y/nstagram ur just salty i took ur man ↳ georgeclarkeey he may be your boyfriend but it's MY bed he comes home to xx

arthurtv HE'S ONLY GONE AND DONE IT LADS!!!!! ♥️ arthurnfhill, y/nstagram

chrismd maybe now he'll shut the fuck up about how pretty you are ↳ arthurnfhill jokes on you i'm about to double down ↳ chrismd i need to move out so bad

arthurnfhill the penelope to my colin 💚 ↳ y/nstagram come back rn i need to kiss you

fan he's pulled off the heist of the century!!!! ♥️ arthurnfhill

fan my gf's not my gf anymore :(

lisahull_hill my sleuthing works wonders! ↳ y/nstagram love you lisa ❤️ ↳ lisahull_hill arthur was right, i do love you more than him ↳ arthurnfhill MUM??? (understandable)

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Opening Act | Track 1 | Arthur Hill

Pairing: Arthur Hill x f!Reader Warnings: Fluff Word count: 2.2k+ A/N: Yayy my first series! I still don't know how I feel about this series though and I'm still trying to figure out the best flow for this series. Hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist ✧ Track 2

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Arthur’s POV

Arthur stood backstage, tucked away out of view as he watched you take the stage. The energy in the venue shifted as soon as you stepped into the spotlight. Despite having performed on stage before, this was your first time in front of a crowd this big, your first show opening for him. He could sense your nerves, just by the way you were slightly shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you stood in front of the mic, awaiting your cue. 

The intro of your song started to fill the air. It was THE song. The one that had sent a flurry of mixed feelings rushing through his head. The song that had forever changed the friendship you two had. The friendship that he was so scared of losing. And now, as he listened to the audience scream along to every word, it felt more real than ever. He knew he had to talk to you about it, the two of you had to figure it out, even if you were avoiding him right now.

He did, however, feel a swell of pride knowing just how hard you had worked for this moment. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't shake that feeling of guilt nagging at him, the fact that he had almost messed all this up for you.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when or how it all happened. Everything was great in the start, absolutely perfect, before he managed to royally fuck it all up.

Now, he just wanted things to go back to the way they were, back to simpler times. He couldn't help but think back to the first time he had met you.

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Arthur was in his room, just another Wednesday night.

He had spent most of the day in the studio, working on new music with his producer, and had just gotten back home from his session.

He was now settled into his desk chair, the soft glow of his computer screen illuminating the dimly lit room while music played in the background. As his playlist cycled through various tracks, one song in particular grabbed his attention.

It was your song.

Arthur couldn't help but feel a soft smile spread across his face as he listened to your music. There was something about your music that seemed to draw him in. He was impressed with your songwriting and absolutely swooned at your voice. Your voice…it was like honey to his ears, buttery smooth, yet so unique at the same time.

He had stumbled upon your music completely by accident, finding your account on TikTok, but from the moment he heard your music, he was hooked. Despite your relatively small original discography, he found himself spending hours scrolling through your TikTok feed, watching your videos and song covers. There was something in your lyrics that spoke to him on a deeper level.

With a sigh, Arthur picked up his phone, instinctively opening your profile. As he scrolled through your feed, he couldn't help but admire your talent. He found it surprising that you weren’t more popular than you were.

As one of your TikTok’s comes up on the screen, he starts to wonder…what kind of person you were? You hadn’t given away much about your private life other than the fact that you also lived in London, leaving him quite intrigued. Would you be fun to chat with? Were you interesting? Would you find him interesting?

Before he let himself fall into a web of what-ifs, he quickly decided that he needed to distract himself. Without further hesitation, he started a live stream on his TikTok.

He moved from his place at his desk and settled comfortably into his bed, tweeting about it before starting his stream. The chat started filling up quickly as people joined, the stream buzzing with questions and comments from his viewers. Reading them aloud, he started to respond to as many as he could.

'Hey Arthur, who's your favorite roommate?' one comment read, prompting a chuckle from Arthur. 'Anyone but Chris, he’s just a mean little man,' he quipped jokingly. After a moment's pause, he leaned closer to the camera, whispering, 'George… but technically he’s actually my boyfriend,' he said between laughs, before shaking his head and adding, 'No…It's pretty fun living with all the boys though, they're all my favorite.'

'When are you going on tour?' another viewer asked, and Arthur's smile widened. 'Soon, hopefully! We're planning a few shows for the upcoming album,' he shared eagerly, his excitement palpable. 'Right now I want to focus on the new album though—there's gonna be some really good stuff,' he added, sounding enthusiastic.

But it was when someone asked, "What's your favorite song at the moment?" that Arthur's expression softened. "You know, there's this one song I've been listening to on repeat lately called 'Honey'," he began, a small smile lingering on his lips. "It's by an artist called Y/N, and let me tell you, her music is honestly banging. I wish she had more songs," he added, genuine admiration evident in his voice.

At the mention of your name, Arthur's chat explodes with a mix of comments about you. ‘Oh, I love her music’, ‘I've seen her TikToks, she seems like such a sweetheart’, ‘Underrated queen!’, ‘Who's that?’, ‘Her music's kind of boring’, ‘She's really talented!’, ‘She’s so pretty!’, ‘She’s fit’, ‘I can't stop listening to her latest song!’,  ‘I haven't heard of her before’, ‘I'll have to check her out, but I'm not convinced yet’

Arthur reads through the comments, laughing at a few of them and ignoring the mean-spirited ones, then says, "Yeah, I follow her on TikTok,"  his smile genuine. "She seems really cool." With a quick glance back at the comments, he resumes answering more questions until a certain username catches his eye—the last person he expected to see on his live stream.

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Y/N POV

You were in your room, just another Wednesday night.

You sit cross-legged on your bed, strumming your guitar absentmindedly, the soft sound of the chords filling the room with a gentle hum. A candle flickered on your nightstand, casting a warm glow on the walls as you try to get the melody stuck in your head out onto paper. But writer's block had other plans, and with a frustrated groan, you continued to strum, hoping for inspiration to strike.

You spend a few more minutes before setting your guitar aside with a resigned sigh, giving up on writing for the day. Instead, you reach for your phone, pulling up TikTok and scrolling through. 

For the next few minutes, you read and respond to comments on your most recent TikTok. As a budding musician, you had started out by posting covers on Instagram and TikTok. Only recently did you decide to take the plunge into songwriting and put out your own material, something that you had always dreamed of.

Despite the challenges, you absolutely loved the few songs you had put out so far, extremely proud of each and every one of them. And over time, you had garnered a small but dedicated fanbase, who were your biggest supporters. 

You shift your focus to your laptop for a bit, tossing your phone to your side as you go through some emails. You sit in the quiet for a moment, the only sound being the clicking for your keyboard, before your phone starts buzzing incessantly with notifications.

Confused, you retrieved your phone and see a flurry of TikTok notifications flooding your screen. What you thought would just be another ordinary night had suddenly taken an unexpected turn.

Your brows furrowed as you opened up the app, greeted by a stream of messages from your followers, ‘OMG, Arthur Hill just mentioned you on his live!’, ‘Arthur Hill just talked about you on his live!’, ‘Arthur Hill follows you?! That's amazing!’, ‘You should join Arthur on his live!’

Curious about who he was, you quickly searched for Arthur Hill’s TikTok profile.  His impressive follower count left you momentarily awestruck.

You notice that he was currently live, and without hesitation, you click onto his live stream. There’s a nervous drop in your gut as you wait to connect to the stream.

Almost instantly, you notice Arthur's gaze zeroing in on the comment section and you swear you see a flicker of surprise on his face. And before you can even fully comprehend what’s happening, you hear Arthur speak up, "Wait, I think Y/n just joined this live. No way!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine surprise and excitement.

You start to feel nervous. Did Arthur really know who you were? And did he actually like you content enough to mention you by name on his stream, which, you might add, had more viewers on it than you had followers. This complete stranger of a man looked genuinely happy just because you joined his stream, and you found yourself slightly giggling at the fact.

The chat erupted with comments, ‘Y/N's here!’, ‘Arthur noticed her!’, ‘OMG, Y/N joined!’, among others, as viewers reacted to your presence.

You focus on reading some of the comments, before you hear Arthur chime up again. “Do you want to join the live, Y/N?" he asks eagerly. He shakily clears his throat as he scans the comments for your response. The chat erupts with encouragement, 'Oh my gosh, Y/N, join!', 'Yes Y/N join!!', 'Yes, yes, yes, please!'

Your breath catches in your throat as the comments flood in, urging you to join. Feeling a sudden rush of nerves, you hesitate. You could make out just from watching him for the few minutes on his live that he seemed like a good person, and he was probably just being kind. And you definitely didn't want to come across as if you were chasing clout. Besides, you were slightly embarrassed that you’d never heard of him before. You quickly type out a comment saying, ‘Thanks for asking, Arthur. But I don’t want to intrude!’

Arthur’s reply comes almost instantly, ‘Hey, no worries at all! It would be awesome to have you join, but it’s totally cool if you prefer to hang back and you absolutely would not be intruding.’ His genuine tone puts you at ease, and the comments are also encouraging. You couldn’t deny that he was charming, and you found yourself feeling persuaded just by this response. Most of his fans also seemed excited to have you join the live, and you felt yourself becoming comfortable enough to speak with him.

With a deep breath, you made your decision. ‘Yes! I’d love to join,’ you replied. Arthur face beams with a wide smile. You start to feel even more nervous as Arthur announces it on his live, "Y/N's joining!" before sending you the request to join the live. 

As the invite pops up, you quickly spring up from your bed, giving yourself a once-over to ensure your appearance was acceptable. With your heart still pounding, you accept the invitation, your face appearing on the screen beside his. 

"Hey, Arthur!"  you greeted, your voice bubbling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thanks for listening to my music. It really means a lot."

Arthur's smile widened at your words. "Of course, Y/N! Your music is amazing. I have your songs on repeat.”

You couldn't help but blush at his compliments. "Honestly, I’m a bit embarrassed that I haven’t listened to your music before," you admit sheepishly.

But Arthur waves off your concerns with a laugh. "Hahah, Don't worry about it!" You couldn’t help but smile at the way his face crinkled when he laughed.

The two of you hit it off instantly, chatting and laughing as if you'd known each other for years. Arthur's charm was undeniable, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word as the conversation flowed effortlessly. The fans and viewers on the live commenting about how unmistakable the chemistry was between you two, their messages flooding the chat as you spoke like you were the only ones there. Despite this being the first time you’d met, you found yourselves getting along really well.

You couldn’t help but be struck by how great he seemed—smart, funny, witty—and you felt incredibly comfortable speaking with him, all your nervousness melting away. As you observed him, you sensed that the two of you could actually be friends. You didn’t have a whole lot of friends in the music industry, and the more you guys spoke about music and work, sharing your stories with each other and answering questions on the stream, the more you realized how much you had in common.

After a few more minutes of conversation, you decide to call it a night and bid him goodbye, allowing him to get back to interacting with his viewers. As the live stream came to an end, you couldn't shake the feeling of exhilaration coursing through your veins.

Unable to sleep, you spent the rest of the night immersed in Arthur's music, wondering why you hadn't listened to it before. As you lay there, scrolling through your phone, a notification pops up: Arthur Hill started following you on Instagram.

You find yourself smiling at the notification before quickly following him back. It had become harder to make new friends after uni, and for the first time in a while, you were excited to see where this new friendship would lead you.

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A/N: This first part is a little short, just to kick the series off. But I promise the rest will be a lot longer. Let me know what you think!

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drunk | arthurtv

hello!

here is my long awaited arthurtv fic number two for you guys. the last one got so much love and i'm so glad it went down as well as it did - panic set in soon after i posted it because i thought it was going to flop rather dramatically so thank you for all the love and comments made; it meant so much.

currently ill with the worst blocked ear/ear infection and i've had to wait for a long while to get myself a doctors appointment so i've had plenty of time to write this current fic and dabble in a couple of other ideas i've had over the last few days.

enjoy! x

--- reader note; mentions of sick, slight hints of sex, drunk arthur, heavy public displays of affection ---

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At two in the morning, YN was glad that the train station had an open Costa coffee kiosk.

One; to help with the tiredness she felt from having to stay up so late because she was prepared and ready to fall asleep and get, at least, a few hours of sleep before Arthur stumbled through the door in the drunken state she expected him to be in after being on the drink all day. And two; to help with the chill in the air because it was almost zero degrees and the wind was biting at the skin beneath her hoodie every time a train left its platform or every time there was a breeze that blew through the constantly open doors of the station. Her eyelids felt heavy and the chill in the station bit at her exposed cheeks, her nose running and she was forever sniffing, so her fingertips would have definitely gone numb without the much-needed Costa cup of coffee she was nursing in her hands. 

She was one of the only a small handful of people waiting at Paddington; but then, given it was almost 1am, she expected nothing but quiet and emptiness in contrast to how it would have been a few hours prior to arriving. The train from Cardiff was one of the last trains to come into London for the night and she couldn’t imagine it would be chaos to try and find her boyfriend and his two friends amongst the hustle and bustle of those clambering off the train. There was a young man sitting on a bench in the distance, hood over his head and his headphones over his ears, as he kept a close eye on the boards above. There was a couple who must have been in their mid-fifties, or so YN presumed, who seemed to be waiting for one of their children to come home, given what was written on a small banner they’d decorated for their arrival - proud parents, she thought, because she wouldn’t have dared tell her own parents about getting a train home that was to dock at almost one in the morning. And there was a security officer walking around, making sure no one was causing any problems, wearing a thick coat that YN was extremely jealous of because she could imagine how warm he was.

She heard them before she saw them.

“YN!”

George was the first to greet her, arms open wide as he engulfed her into a hug, his green hoodie tied around the waist of his shorts because he was clearly susceptible to cold air that London had to offer that night, not a care in the world to the goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin. Although, she could vouch for him because the weather was beautifully warm when they left for Wales that morning. His hat placed backwards on his head and he could barely walk in a straight line in her direction, shoelace undone and she kept a close eye on him to make sure he didn’t trip and fall flat on his face. Everyone knew what a typical Platform Roulette filming day entailed - plenty of drink, plenty of shots, plenty of piss-taking and plenty of fun - so she expected nothing less than what was standing before her.

“Thank you so much for this,” he hums and she could smell the beer on his breath. His chin rested upon her shoulder and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t basking in the warmth he was radiating, “you’re the best.”

“I didn’t really have a choice, did I? Couldn’t leave you three stranded in the middle of London in the freezing cold, drunk out of your minds and wandering around without a clue on where you were going,” she snorted, patting him on the back as she pulled away from him, taking a long sip of her coffee to keep the feeling of heat running through her body, “you’re welcome, though. Nice knowing that you’ll get back safely. And it’s a free trip home so you’d be three fools to turn it down.”

Arthur Hill was the next to give her a hug and he clearly wasn’t as drunk as George seemed to be so she was intrigued to know just how well her boyfriend had handled his drink that day. He whispered a thank you, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and pulled away from her before following George towards the station exit where they disappeared around the corner.

“Baaabe,” Arthur smiled, slurring the term of endearment incredibly heavily and YN knew she was in for a long, long night when they arrived back at her flat. His eyelids were sunken, his cheeks were rosey-red and he had a silly smile upon his face that she only saw when he’d sunken more pints than he could handle, hair messed upon his head, hoodie tied around his shoulders in a makeshift cape hanging down his back, “I missed you today.”

He draped himself over her in the tightest hug he could muster, almost knocking the two of them to the floor in the middle of Paddington station, and she could feel eyes boring into the back of her skull as people watched the two of them - anyone would think they’d not seen each other for months on end and it was a reunion for all to see. His hugs were invigorating and she’d take his arms over anything comforting. He was her safety net and seeing him after a day of not hearing from him, it made her feel soft and ready to melt at his feet.

“Are you drunk? Or are you drunk drunk?”

“What’s the difference?” He grinned cheekily, swinging his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side, pressing the sloppiest and wettest kiss against her temple as they started their walk towards the exit, “m’just a little drunk. Only a little bit.”

The beer stain on his trousers and the strong smell of sambuca and the faint smell of beer on his breath said differently but that was a conversation for when he was sober and could almost remember everything that happened that day. Which she was in major doubts about. Because it seemed like he couldn’t remember how to walk, let alone walk in a straight line, and she guessed she would have to wait for the Platform Roulette video to be posted online before she got the full rundown of his day. 

His hands kept wandering across her body as they stepped foot closer and closer to the exit of the station; his arm occasionally wrapping around her waist and his hand brushing against her bum, his fingers tickling across the expanse of her chest when he laid his arm across her shoulders, and as humorous as she found it, she didn’t fancy being groped (playfully, might she add) in the middle of the train station where there were eyes watching the two of them.

“Stop it,” she warned him in a hushed tone, “save it for home.”

“But you just look so good-” a hiccup interrupted his sentence and he swallowed back a burp before she carried on, “you look so so good in my clothes.” And it came out as a whine, like a child not getting what they wanted, one foot tripping over the other as she tried her best to keep him from falling flat on his face. 

“First thing I could find in my room after you texted me to come and pick you up.”

“Well, you should wear more of my clothes. Suit you better than me,” they stepped foot outside and she felt his arm tighten around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his side to keep the two of them as far out of the cold as possible, and she really couldn’t wait to get back home. Back under the warmth of her blanket, back under the bedding she had on her bed, and back with the hot-water bottle she had resting behind her back before she left, “or you could just wear nothing at all. I love it when you’ve got nothing on, more than I love you wearing my clothes.”

“Cheeky as per usual, mister Television,” George cackled as he overhead the last little bit of their conversation, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction, “we best get home quick so Arthur can get his-”

Arthur charged for him and covered his mouth, shaking his head, “there is a lady present,” he looked in YN’s direction and she rolled her eyes, “besides, she knows what we’re gonna be doing later.”

She snorted at his comment and begrudgingly wiggled from underneath his arm, her car keys sitting heavy in the pocket of her hoodie as she fished them out, unlocking her car door to allow the three of them, who seemed to already be fighting over who got the front seat, to clamber inside.

*

“Are you in need of a sick bucket tonight?”

She walked into her bedroom, with a glass of water in one hand and two paracetamol tablets in the palm of her other hand, and saw Arthur tucked up in her bed. His blue t-shirt chucked on the floor in a heap of cotton and his beige trousers left at the door as a reminder to put them in the wash the following morning, his rucksack hanging on the back of her desk chair and his shoes kicked off next to the fluffy slippers she kept beside her en-suite bathroom. A tea light was lit under the wax burner she had upon the shelf above her bed, emitting the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread around her room, the flickering flame adding a sense of sensual comfort to the room, casting shadows in her room and upon his face.

“I can handle my liquor,” he stated and shook his head, snuggling a little further down upon the mattress and patting her side of the bed with his hand, “I told you I’m only a little drunk, I promise. Now come and lay down with me.”

“I just want to get everything ready before I get settled,” she insisted as she placed the glass of water and the paracetamol on the bedside table that was closest to him, ready for him to take in the morning, “and I need to make sure you’re set for any headaches or whatever.”

He watched as she flitted around her bedroom, making sure the bathroom light was off and that his shoes were placed a little neater than how they’d been left, kicking his t-shirt towards his trousers so neither of them tripped over the items when they needed a wee in the middle of the night. She threw a couple more pillows on the bed, because she hated laying flat when she slept, and he helped out by placing them where she would normally have them, which she felt incredibly grateful for. And, as she stepped closer to the bed, he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle tug - enough was enough and he felt she was spiraling in her tired state.

“You look after me so well,” he smiled softly, dropping her hand and grabbing her waist, pulling her onto the bed, the duvet slipping from his chest and exposing his nude upper half for her eyes to divulge. She situated her legs either side of his, hands on his shoulders, fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her eyes couldn’t leave his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, shuffling around into a more comfortable position, “it’s lucky we’re not doing anything tomorrow because I’m getting the feeling we won’t be sleeping much tonight.”

“That’s cheeky,” he smirked, hiding his face in her neck and pressing a litter of kisses across her collarbone, “but you’re so correct, baby.”

*

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Inconvenience | g. clarke

Chapter 1 - Moving out

Word Count: 1.2K

summary: time for Noa to get out of her apartment, with the assistance of Mr Christopher Dixon

Warnings: extremely mild angst / sad undertones

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chrismd10 you haven’t finished packing?

⮑ noamurphy perhaps not

arthurtv you’re moving in an hour you do realise?

⮑ noamurphy yes very aware thank you. and it’s more like in five minutes and not 1 hour

⮑ arthurtv so stop replying and get packing

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⮑ noamurphy can't wait to see you!!

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gkbarry_ everyone shut up my girl is moving to London

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⮑ noamurphy consider it done x

Noa felt on the verge of crying. On the one hand, she knew this was exactly what she wanted, moving out of her cramped apartment and away from her tormenting job, to a significantly better apartment and a small position at her dream architecture firm. Still, it was all very terrifying.

The move from Jersey to Edinburgh for university was hard enough, followed by a slightly rushed decision to do a masters in Cambridge meant that Noa never really felt settled wherever she went. So, when an apartment in the same building in which her childhood friends Arthur and Chris lived became available, she jumped at the chance. It wasn’t that her apartment was bad, it just didn’t feel like home - as hard as she tried, her room felt more like a dorm and office rolled into one, with plans and building ideas scattered around.

She rubbed her face, trying to stave of the feelings of exhaustion as more books were piled into one of the many half filled moving boxes. Regretting the four hours of sleep the night before, Noa reached to the side to grab her can of Monster, cursing when she found it empty.

"Knock knock! It's you're favourite person!" a voice called in the hallway, followed by the small pitter-patter of hobbit feet.

Noa rolled her eyes and stood up, grimacing at how her joints cracked as she stretched. "Either Arthur has dramatically shrunk, or something isn't right here."

Chris chuckled as he pulled Noa in for a hug, his eyebrows raising as he took in her state. "I see you've had an ample amount of sleep."

She chuckled, turning away from him to start closing the lids on the packing boxes. "You know I thrive off practically no sleep. That's how I did A Levels. And most of university." Noa shrugged.

"I'm aware. So how much packing have you got left to do? Because I'd preferably want to be on the road before it gets too busy." Chris asked, nervously glancing at his watch.

"Calm your tits Dixie we’ll be fine.” Noa grinned, walking into her cardboard box of a bedroom to grab her last couple of things. “But thank you though, I appreciate the help.”

Chris smiled, as he began stacking boxes in the hallway. “You’re welcome Noa, plus now that we’re living in the same building, I can just borrow all your stuff. And your food.”

“I thought the four of you were good at cooking? At least, when you have the right utensils and ingredients.”

“You weren’t the one who had to try those pizzas.” Chris shivered, trying to suppress the memories. “So it’s just these boxes yeah?”

“Sure is!” Noa called, emerging from the bedroom with a backpack and duffel bag. “One of the pros of renting a furnished place, don’t have to move all the furniture when you leave.”

“Are you gonna miss it?”

“Jesus no the mattress was horrible.”

“Not the furniture you idiot, the place in general.”

Noa shrugged as she did one last sweep of the kitchen, checking that she hadn’t left anything behind. “It was nice, but it just felt like the right time to move on.”

Chris nodded, picking up one of the lighter looking boxes, helping Noa ferry them into the hall.

As he grabbed the last box from the living room, curiosity got the better of him and he had a quick peek inside (Noa had written a note on the box telling him to specifically not look). His heart tightened at the sight of the blue football boots inside, mud streaks and grass stains still evident across soles and laces. The leather was deeply creased and the colour was worn around the eyelets of the laces, they used to be used frequently, but the small layer of dust that had collected on them proved that they’d been hidden away for a while.

Rifling around in the box more, he found the matching shin pads, as well as a collection of dog eared photos. Chris smiled fondly, holding the Polaroid up to the light so he could clearing see the people in the image.

It was himself, Noa and Arthur as kids - all grinning at each other. Noa’s hair was pulled up into a ponytail, which was once probably neat, but in the moment it was a mess, flyaways everywhere and her baby hairs sticking to her forehead. Arthur and Chris looked significantly younger, baby faces prominent, with a definitive lack of facial hair. Chris felt his eyes water with emotion, remembering the ecstasy of the moment. Even as an adult, the unbridled joy of seeing someone you cared for win their football league was contagious.

Though he couldn’t help but sigh sadly, knowing how much everything had changed.

“Christopher! I specifically wrote a note on that box for you not to rummage through that!” Noa sighed, taking it from his hands and repacking it quickly.

“Why not?”

“Because you’d get all like…this.” She replied, gesturing her arms up and down at him.

“You just gestured to all of me.” Chris said indignantly, screwing his face up in confusion.

“I’m aware.” Noa answered, pulling the front door open with a grunt, pushing some boxes with her left foot to hold it open. “Now let’s get this show on the road yeah?”

“You’re not even gonna acknowledge it?”

“Acknowledge what Chris?”

“Don’t do this Noa, c’mon.” He sighed, moving to block her view of the boxes that she was busying herself with. “You’ve still got those boots.”

“Sure do.” She replied shortly, piling a small valuables box on top of one marked ‘kitchen - don’t drop’. “Got all my football stuff in there.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Noa huffed. “What’s left to talk about? We’ve talked about it many times, I think we’ve covered everything. And it was five years ago Chris.”

Chris raised his eyebrows, not convinced. “Okay, okay, but if you want to talk, me and Arthur are here.”

“Very aware of that, thanks.”

author speaks: welcome to the first proper chapter! Hope you enjoyed it :)

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[prettyboybuck]

Sensing even a little bit of Gwen hate in a merthur fic gives me the ick faster than the speed of light

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[mister-eames]

You really do be out here blessing us with all your headcanons 🥺 I’m thinking though... what about the first time Arthur and Eames make each other laugh? I am literally so about all those small and seemingly inconsequential moments that lead to the ‘oh’ moment 🥰

The Snort.

It's been an hour. A whole goddamn hour of listening to Edmund the Extractor droll on about their planned heist, circling around and paraphrasing it in so many different ways and Eames has had enough.

"...and so, if we can just reiterate the outline..."

That's it, he's zoning out.

Settling back in his chair he allows his gaze to roam around the rented office space. He catches Arthurs eye from across the room, who, if possible, looks even more bored than Eames does. At least it's not just Eames then. He tilts his head towards Egghead Edmund and makes a face, crossing his eyes and scrunching up his nose.

Arthur's lips purse as he supresses a smile, but his cheek indents, giving him away. Then, while Edmund is turned away, Arthur raises two fingers to his temple and mimes shooting himself, tongue lolling out for a moment as he plays dead, only to straighten when Edmund turns back.

The playfulness catches Eames so off guard he can't help the snort that escapes his nose.

The dirty stare that their extractor sends him is worth it.

2. The Snicker.

Generally speaking, Arthur believes in just desserts. He doesn't hold egregious grudges and tries not to interfere in matters of revenge too much. People who deserve it will get what's coming to them.

Except, Arthur also happens to have an inner thirteen year old that is not above petty pranks in the name of being the arbiter of said karmic justice - and Eames, that thief, that fucker, has been riling Arthur up all job. Little things here and there, stealing his pens, his keys, standing in front of the coffee pot in the kitchen and refusing to move when Arthur wants to make a coffee -- and on one memorable occasion, sketching dicks all over his paperwork. Dicks on his dossier.

Eames does this all the while looking at Arthur with an infuriating expression that somehow managed to be both blank and smug.

Well, that's it. Arthur has had it. He doesn't know how Eames manages to be so annoying to the point of Arthur breaking his composure, but he's achieved it.

The opportunity for a bit of pay-back comes at the end of long day, near the end of the job. It's only them and the architect left in the warehouse.

Eames goes to sit but Arthur, seeing the opening, kicks out at the base of the chair at the last second, wheeling it away. Eames drops to the floor with a heavy thud.

The startled look at his face is hilarious.

Arthur looks down at Eames with the same smug look he'd received these last few weeks.

"Messing with a mans chair," Eames grumbles, getting up, rubbing his rear with his hand as he does so. He nods Arthur. "I'm going to get you back for that, just you wait."

"You've got dust on your ass," Arthur says politely.

Eames looks back and down at his slacks, the dark fabric indeed imprinted with dust. Then he shrugs and jauntily walks away, hips swaying with an exaggerated swagger, the dusty handprint shifting with the bounce of his derrière. The architect barks a laugh at the sight.

Jesus.

Arthur swivels his chair around so Eames can't see him snickering into his palm.

3. The Giggle.

This has been the most boring job in the history of jobs.

They've been stood upon this rooftop observing the dreamscape for snipers and other assassins for hours. Worse, Eames isn't even here in the dream to forge, to be an acteur, he's here because Arthur called him and asked if he would like something to do and Eames was stupid enough to say yes. This mans mind is 'mildly' militarised, in Cobbs words, hence the need for extra manpower. At least Arthur is with his to keep him company.

It hasn't been all bad though. The boredom, after several hours, has clearly gotten to Arthur too.

"That projections' name is Brenda," Eames says. "She looks like a Brenda."

They've been playing this game for the last thirty minutes.

Arthur peers over the ledge at the projection, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, brushing shoulders with Eames to get a better look. Arthur nods, continuing their game.

"She works as a corporate receptionist by day."

The projection walks down the pavement in a respectable two-piece, talking on her phone. Eames asks, "and by night?"

"She works at a strip club."

"Oh, how saucy."

Arthur adds, "Also as a receptionist."

"Do strip clubs have receptionists?"

"The classy ones do."

"You would know, would you?"

Arthur shrugs. "It's how I got through senior year of high school."

The mental image of a barely-legal Arthur sat in the shady shrouds of a subterranean strip-club sends Eames mind to a strange place. The moment is silent, pensive. Arthur's face is solemn, like he's stuck in an awful memory, brow furrowed, lips twisted in consternation.

"You wouldn't believe how out of order their taxes were," Arthur says suddenly, shaking his head in disgust.

An embarrassing wheeze-giggle expels itself from Eames chest.

He thumps it with his fist when Arthur turns to him with a surprised smile, cheeks creasing with dimples Eames has yet to see up this close.

Oh Arthur, he thinks, grinning back as butterflies swarm in his belly, never change.

4. The Regular Laugh.

The email catches Arthur off guard. For one, it's delivered to his personal email address, the one he's had since the internet was a thing (arthur_is_king69) and secondly, it comes in the midst of a drought of work. A drought so severe that Arthur has been stuck home so long that indubitably become domesticated.

The email is brief.

at a bar for my mates 30th. they have a drink here called the king arthur. reminded me of when i stumbled across this e-male addy of urs LOL. embarrasing.

Attached is a picture. It's Eames, holding up an actual goblet and pointing to it proudly, like he's just caught a big fish. He's grinning widely, all-teeth, his eyes hazy with intoxication and good cheer.

He looks loose and happy and so dumb.

If Arthur laughs and saves the picture, well, no one is around to see it.

5. The Full-Body, Belly Laugh.

The couple next door have been going at it for an hour and Arthur is starting to get seriously pissed off.

Not that he would begrudge anyone a sex life and honestly, besides criminal activity, that's mostly what he assumes these motels are made for, but it's two in the morning and Arthur is tired, alright, he's been up for forty hours thanks to a job gone bad and has to lie low, has to share a room with Eames who snored the last two nights and it's two in the fucking morning.

"Yeah, baby," a woman moans through the wall, "so good. You fuck me so good."

Arthur stares in disbelief across the room at the other twin bed as the sounds of mattress springs squeaking rises in volume. Eames, tucked under the covers, is staring right back at him.

"How is this our life?"

"Better question is how are they still going?" Eames mumbles into his hand, eyes wide. He looks as traumatised as Arthur feels.

"Fuck yeah, slap my ass!"

Their eyes widen in unison as the headboard begins pounding against their shared wall. They say nothing for a long time, listening to the occupants next door having the most enthusiastic intercourse he has ever heard. If only the motel had working had working hot water, god, he'd get in the shower and try and drown himself - at least he wouldn't have to listen to this or Eames' snoring ever again.

"Do you think they're using a condom?" Arthur wonders idly, his will to live wilting at a rapid pace.

"Probably not, given the squelching."

A man grunts, "Oh, oh!"

For some reason that makes Eames snicker. "Fucking hell. Did you hear that bloke?" He imitates the sound. Arthur cringes at the accuracy.

"Stop."

"Fuck my ass," Eames says breathily, snickering when again when Arthur throws a pillow at him.

Arthur purses his lips together when they threaten to spread wide in amusement. "She said 'slap my ass', not fuck."

"Oh, did she?"

"Yeah."

"An important distinction, my liege."

The moans next door escalate in pitch, getting more excited and loud until its a cacophony of passionate screaming and wall-banging. There's a wailing crescendo as the occupants seem to reach completion and then --

Finally.

Silence. His shoulders relax and he slowly removes the hands that have somehow made their way to cover his ears during the climax. It's quiet. It's blissfully fucking quiet.

And then--

"Oh yeah," Eames whisper-moans, high and feminine, a grin on his stupid face.

It bubbles up and erupts unbidden. Arthur can't help it - he's so fucking tired and Eames is so annoying. He throws the duvet over his head to muffle his laughter, Eames' wheeze-laugh setting him off all the more, his stomach muscles straining with unbridled mirth.

+1. Laugh so hard they cry.

The next morning they leave their room at the exact same moment the couple next door appear to be checking out.

The woman with the mutant lung capacity steps out first, slinging a duffle over her shoulders. She's very pretty - tall, leggy and blonde who looks like she's got every inch of beauty sleep, amongst other things, that he and Arthur did not.

It's the man the steps out afterwards that has them all pausing.

He hates this man. He hates him so much he didn't think he could hate him any more before last night. A quick glance at Arthur's rigid posture, fists balled at his sides, would suggest the same sentiment.

"Edmund!" Eames greets, smiling brightly. "What a coincidence."

The extractor seems to shrivel into himself upon sighting them, as if sensing this. His fair-faced paramour has no such instinct, affectionately winding her arm around his waist.

Edmund clears his throat. "Arthur, Eames," he returns the womans embrace. "We work together," he explains to her.

"Oh, at the MoMA?" The woman looks impressed.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Brenda."

Out the corner of his eye, Arthur stills.

"What do you do for work, Brenda?"

"I'm a receptionist."

Eames bows his head, looking down at his feet, jaw positively burning with how hard he's clenching it to suppress his laughter.

"We gotta to check out," she says, disentangling herself and heading to the front office, waving. "It was nice meeting you!"

As soon as she disappears through the doors Arthur, who has not slept more than twenty minutes of microsleep in the past two days, plants his hands on Edmunds chest and shoves him, hard.

"Arthur---what??"

"If I ever have to hear you fornicating like a wild animal again I am going to shoot you. In the dick."

Fornicate, Eames recites internally, slapping a hand over his face as a hysterical snort escapes his nose.

"Wait--"

"Go."

Eames looks up just as Edmund skedaddles, sneakers squealing against the pavement in his hasty departure.

"And have some fucking decorum!" Arthur snaps after him. He turns to Eames, hands on his hips once Edmund is out off earshot. "Jesus."

Decorum. At this point his shoulders are shaking with laughter. Arthurs face.

"Brenda--" he wheezes helplessly, losing the words to laughter.

Arthur's whole body crumple into laughter at the same time Eames' does. And he doesn't know if it's the exhaustion, the situation or the utter delight of Arthur's disarming sense of humour, or all of it, but Eames can't help but follow, loud, braying guffaws breaching the containment of his body and out of his mouth, eyes burning.

Even through his tears Arthur looks both pleased and hysterical, even as he attempts to compose himself and Eames finds himself utterly charmed, stomach swooping, by the wrinkles pleating at the corner of Arthur's eyes as he fails to control his smile.

They head to breakfast once the laughter has petered out into the odd snicker. Noisy neighbours and jobs gone wrong aside, Eames is going to miss the easy camaraderie of the last few days once this is all over, if he must admit it.

In the meantime, he observes the fellow patrons at the diner whilst they're in the long line to order and starts making stories about them.

Arthur grins openly, leaning into him.

#inception #arthur x eames #dreamhusbands #mini fic #you really out here blessing me with the BEST asks!!! #also my apologies that it took me three days to respond to this work has done me a murder this week #but i wanted to write this quick lil thing #arthur is secretly the funniest person i will die on this hill

[raviolifabbrioli]

Sleep Well, My Love

Someone was in Arthur’s room. 

He wasn’t sure what originally woke him, but he was awake now, and there was no mistaking the sound of footsteps slowly making their way to where he was lying in his bed. Arthur listened intently to try and gauge how far away this person was. Their footsteps sounded heavy and slow, but the sound against the stone sounded less like shoes and more like skin. Arthur knew because sometimes when he couldn’t sleep he’d pace barefoot at the edge of his bed, trying to clear his head. 

Things have been a mess since his father died, Arthur sometimes drifting off into a daydream during the day, having to be brought back by Merlin. His manservant seemed more attentive to his mood lately, like he knew Arthur was suddenly carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, not making any jokes since the funeral. It wasn’t like Arthur was in the mood for jokes anyway, but it was odd having Merlin be so serious. The boy never smiled anymore. 

The footsteps sounded closer now, the person was definitely barefoot. Arthur wondered briefly if this was some kind of pathetic assassination attempt and considered calling for the guards, but decided he’d deal with his battles himself, just as he had been trained. He wasn’t sure if this person was looking directly at him or checking around, so instead of trying to be sneaking and possibly failing, not that he’d ever been good at sneaking, Arthur shot up from under the covers and reached for his sword hanging by his bed, unsheathing it in one swift motion. He spun on his mattress, bringing his sword down in one clean motion only to be met with a familiar face. 

Merlin. 

His face was slack and expressionless, nothing like what he looked like when Arthur was waving his sword in his face. This alone is what made Arthur stop. The quick realisation that it was his friend at the end of his very sharp weapon. 

Merlin had stopped walking, now standing at the edge of Arthur’s bed, and made no move to continue on. Arthur lowered his sword slowly, still confused. 

“Merlin?” Arthur spoke softly, his voice sounding oddly strange to his ears. “What’s wrong?”

Merlin showed no sign of hearing him. Arthur sheathed his sword and clambered around his covers to stand next to Merlin. He leaned close to look at his manservant, noticing how pale his skin truly is, and how unmarred it is. It was almost beautiful, like a girl’s. “Merlin?” Arthur called softly again. Maybe in the past he would have shouted, but he was just tired now. He reached out and touched Merlin softly on the shoulder, shaking him gently. 

Merlin snorted like you did when you breathe in too suddenly, and his head straightened out, eyes seeming to focus. A wave of emotions rolled across his face, finally ending in confusion. He looked around, taking in Arthur’s room, before finally turning to look at Arthur himself. 

“I suppose now would be a good time to tell you that I happen to sleepwalk,” Merlin mumbled out, looking extremely embarrassed. Arthur scoffed. 

“Yes, Merlin. Now would be a good time to tell me that, considering I almost cleaved you in half with my sword,” honestly, Arthur should have expected this. If anyone under his command was weird enough to walk in their sleep, it would be Merlin. “Go back to bed, we have a busy day tomorrow.” And with that, Merlin trudged silently from Arthur’s room, not complaining about how cold the stone was under his bare feet. 

Arthur wished he could say that was the one and only time that happened, but unfortunately he seemed to be cursed. 

The next time Merlin came strolling into Arthur’s bedchambers he was still awake, burning a candle low and reviewing maps and treaties. He took one look at Merlin and shouted at him, stressed and tired beyond control, startling his manservant so badly he fell over, seeming more shocked that he was on the floor than in Arthur’s chambers. Arthur growled lowly at him to get out, and Merlin did so, scuttling quietly away, ears red with embarrassment. 

The third time it happened, Arthur was still asleep. Merlin made it all the way across his room and into his bed, settling under his covers before he woke. Arthur only woke because of the sudden warmth of another person so close to him. Since his father passed, he’d taken to sleeping with his windows open, letting the chill of the air bite at his bare skin. It made him feel something, the only thing he really felt lately. But those few moments before Arthur woke up, when Merlin was laying next to him and slowly warming him up, Arthur felt something stir in his chest. Something warm and familiar, and very very dangerous. He hesitated before kicking Merlin out of his bed, the warmth almost too addicting. Merlin had the decency to apologise that time, seeming shocked that he had made it that far. 

Up until that point, the two had avoided discussing Merlin’s late night strolls, but the next morning Arthur strangely had the courage to ask him. 

“I usually lock my door, my first night here I ended up down in the kitchens.” Merlin shuddered at the memory, and Arthur decided not to ask. “Some nights I forget to lock it,” he shrugged. Arthur didn’t press it any further. 

The fourth night it happened was almost three months later, and startled Arthur so badly he knocked a book off his desk. He had been reviewing the expenses books when Merlin had appeared from behind the curtain that separated Arthurs private quarters from his table he ate at. Merlin had been looking drawn and pale lately, and tonight was no exception. The skin under his eyes was dark and puffy, and his skin seemed more pale than usual. Arthur hadn’t been working him particularly hard lately, but they have had a few nights, and he had noticed that Merlin seemed more troubled than usual. He didn’t walk towards Arthur, like he usually did, instead heading right for Arthur’s bed and climbing in, settling beneath the covers. It was almost cute how he did so. 

Arthur just watched him, taking in how peaceful he looked laying there. Arthur had noticed that lately he had a sort of pinched graveness to him, like he was on edge about something bad happening soon. Arthur wanted to ask him about it, but there was never any time for a proper discussion. Arthur would never admit it out loud, but Merlin was the most important person to him, and he hated seeing his best friend so weighed down. 

Arthur was shaken from his thoughts by movement. Merlin was turning over and over in his bed, his arms waving around like he was looking for something. Arthur frowned, not sure what was happening. Then Merlin started to mumble in his sleep. 

“Arthur,” Merlin breathed out, sounding worried. He had that same pinched tone that he used when he was awake, nothing like what he sounded like when he first came to Camelot. “Arthur!” Merlin sounded more urgent now, the worry apparent. He mumbled a few more words, too incoherent for Arthur to understand, before finally he sat up awake. “Arthur?” Definitely awake.

“What do you dream about, when you walk, Merlin?” It had been bothering Arthur for a while now. Why did Merlin come here so often? Was it because it was a part of his regular routine? Or was there another reason? It kept Arthur awake some nights, and he couldn’t stop himself from asking any longer. 

Merlin looked at his lap, quiet for so long Arthur thought he would have to repeat his questions. 

“I dream about you, sire.” Merlin was still talking to his lap. Arthur blinked. “Well,” Merlin corrected. “I don’t dream, I have nightmares. Nightmares of not being able to find you, or you being in danger. Of you dying.” Merlin looked at him now, and the raw emotion on his face was enough to crumple Arthur’s heart. 

“Stay here tonight,” Arthur spoke gently. “And every night you have a nightmare. I don’t mind.”

And thus a new routine was born. Every time Merlin slept walked his way to Arthur’s room Arthur would lift the covers for him and let him slide in to sleep next to him. It still didn’t happen often, but often enough. In the mornings, they carried on as if nothing happened. Slowly Arthur began to notice Merlin gaining some colour back to his skin, the darkness under his eyes fading a little. Merlin seemed more awake during the days, not like he was simply carrying on through them. He seemed to have a bigger appetite, and Arthur could have sworn he almost saw the boy smile at one of Gwaine’s jokes. Arthur felt like he had gotten his best friend back. 

Then came the worst night of Merlin’s life. 

Arthur had been sitting at his desk like he did most nights, burning a third candle down and reviewing expenses for the coming winter. It had been so quiet in his room that Arthur had almost forgotten that Merlin had come into his room hours earlier. Merlin had cried out so loudly and suddenly that Arthur accidentally kicked one of his table legs and cursed because of the sudden pain. His eyes watered with the dull throb of pain, but he turned his eyes to Merlin and watched him, trying to gauge what kind of night this would be. 

Merlin’s face was scrunched up, as if in pain, and one of his hands was hanging limply by his side, while the other was clawed as if he was holding something round. His shirt was starting to stick to his chest, sweat seeping through the cloth, and Arthur watched as a glowing ball of light appeared by his hand, exactly like the one that had guided him towards a certain flower years ago. 

It was then that things about Merlin made much more sense to Arthur. 

The ball of light hovered by Arthur’s hand for a brief moment before shooting off through the air towards Merlin, landing in the palm of his clawed hand. If Arthur couldn’t see that sign then he was blind. He stood in one smooth moment and hurried across the stone floor to Merlin’s side, noticing that Merlin seemed to be mumbling under his breath. It didn’t sound familiar, so Arthur filed it away for another time. As Arthur approached, the ball of light brightened for a moment, as if to tell Arthur he made the right choice, before winking out, leaving Merlin’s hand empty. 

Rather than reassure Merlin, that seemed to make his nightmare worse. He thrashed under the covers, both arms whipping around now, and he started talking louder, definitely not in the common tongue.

Arthur reached out and brushed some hair out of Merlin’s face and he instantly stilled. Arthur moved his hand away, and Merlin whimpered, as if Arthur’s touch was healing and it was suddenly gone. Arthur quickly touched his fingertips to Merlin’s forehead again, watching in fascination as Merlin again instantly stilled. 

Arthur could accept that Merlin had magic, could accept that his manservant had nightmares of his king and friend dying, but somehow found it hard to believe that Merlin somehow knew it was Arthur who was nearby. Arthur wanted to test this out more, wanted to prove to himself that Merlin knew it was him there, but couldn’t stand to see Merlin’s face scrunch up in pain again. So he kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, clambered quickly over Merlin into his bed, tugging the covers over him. In the short time they weren’t connected, Merlin’s face had contorted into pain again, but he had turned to face Arthur in the bed, curling in on himself. 

Arthur hesitated for a few seconds before pulling Merlin towards him, wrapping his friend in his arms. Merlin sighed and relaxed, whispering out a soft “Arthur” before his breathing evened out and he fell into a deep sleep. Arthur found himself pressing a kiss to Merlin’s brow, holding him close in his grasp. 

“Sleep now, my love.”

In the morning, Arthur woke before Merlin. He was laying on his back, with Merlin’s head pressed into the space between Arthur’s shoulder and neck, still breathing deeply. Everything about this boy was silent; how he walked, how he breathed, and even how he spoke as of late. Arthur craned his neck to catch a glimpse of Merlin’s face, but was only able to see the corner of his face, noting that Merlin apparently slept with his mouth open. Cute. 

Arthur dropped his head back onto his pillow and thought about last night. So Merlin has magic. Arthur had been angry at first, but then he remembered who he and Merlin were, and realised that even if his friend wanted to tell him, he couldn’t have. Arthur could ignore the signs if there was no proof, but with his father’s laws, he would have had no choice but to have Merlin executed. 

Now that Arthur was king, things were different. Things could be different. Things would be different. Arthur would make things different. 

Moving slowly so as not to wake Merlin, he disentangled himself from his arms and the covers, padding softly over to his desk and wetting his quill, writing definitively on a fresh piece of parchment. He wrote for a long time, sometimes starting over on a clean piece of parchment, needing to get this right the first time. He could wake Merlin and ask his opinion, but this was mostly for him, so he wanted it to be ready by the time he woke up. 

Two and a half pieces of parchment and a full inkwell later, Merlin woke. As he did every morning, he yawned and stretched, rising from the bed before putting on his shoes and making Arthur’s bed. He cleaned the floor of Arthur’s boots and shirt, apparently not noticing their position different than usual. He silently went about his morning chores, either not realising or ignoring the fact that Arthur was openly staring at him. 

It was only when Merlin approached Arthur at his desk, presumably to clean it, that he noticed. “Sire?” Merlin’s face was a mixture of confusion and wariness, like he was expecting Arthur to be upset with him. “Is there something wrong?” Merlin was testing the waters, trying to guess before Arthur gave him a hint as to what was wrong. Arthur just silently held out the piece of parchment he had finished working on, guarding his expression and watching Merlin’s carefully. His expression grew grave as his eyes darted across the words, realising what he was holding in his hand. He put it back on the table, refusing to look at it. “As I’ve told you before, sire, there can be no place for magic in Camelot.” His voice was stiff, and Arthur wondered if it was because he truly believed that, or because he was afraid of giving himself away. 

“I’ll not have laws in my kingdom that would see you dead,” Arthur said coolly, still trying his hardest not to give anything away. He watched as Merlin’s face changed to realisation, a wonderfully wide and open expression, then to something akin to resignation, with a touch of fear. “Merlin,” Arthur said quietly, “Please.”

“I had a nightmare last night,” Merlin spoke suddenly, less of a question and more of a statement. Arthur nodded. Merlin cursed and stepped backwards, leaning heavily on the nearest bed post. He dragged a hand roughly through his hair, making Arthur wince. “I only ever used it for you,” Merlin began, his eyes wide and pleading. Arthur stood and walked over to him, tugging his hand away from his head and holding it tightly. 

“Stop, Merlin,” Arthur was still speaking quietly, hoping his tone would at least get through, if not his words. Merlin stilled then, looking somewhere on Arthur’s face, but not his eyes. “I don’t know why you’re so opposed to being free, but I will not stand for it anymore. I will not have you risking your life to protect mine.” Arthur had a lot of time to think before Merlin awoke. There had always been things that didn’t add up about his manservant, and now they did. It also started to make sense as to why Merlin insisted on accompanying him everywhere, and somehow managed to come away unscathed. Merlin had always been protecting him, and risking his own life at the same time. 

“Arthur,” Merlin was beginning to panic, he realised. “You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand!” Arthur exploded, stepping back from Merlin and raking his own hands through his hair now. “Since you’ve arrived in Camelot you’ve been protecting me, all while I’ve called you names and thought you were useless. I can understand you not wanting me to know, but it’s too late now, and you’re too important to me for these laws to continue.”

Merlin blinked, seeming to understand something then. “You want to change these laws, because of me?” Arthur nodded. “Arthur there are so many things and people out there who would see you dead, most of them using magic, and you would still legalise it because you don’t want to lose me?” Arthur nodded again. “You clotpole,” Merlin murmured. It sounded less like an insult this time and more like a term of endearment. Arthur stepped closer again and took Merlin’s hands. 

“I don’t understand magic, and I might never, but I trust you, and I know you. It doesn’t matter who wants me dead, you’ve done a good job this far of keeping me alive.” Arthur smiled crookedly, trying to draw a smile from Merlin. “Think of how much easier it’ll be to protect me when you don’t have to hide a part of yourself from me.” Merlin was still stone faced, looking down and chewing on his lip. Arthur brought a hand up and with one finger tilted Merlin’s face up to look him in the eye. “Merlin,” Arthur breathed. “This is going to happen, with or without your help. Although, we both know it’ll go better if you are a part of it.” Merlin did smile then, and Arthur finally felt relief. 

“There are things I can’t tell you, things you won’t understand, and there are things you need to know right now.” Merlin began. There was pain in his face, and Arthur knew what he was going to say. 

“I know, my love,” Arthur squeezed Merlin’s hands. “I know you did what you could to save him. There are things even magic can’t change.” Merlin was still filled with pain, with guilt, but he looked lighter now that he wasn’t carrying such a heavy load alone. He had Arthur now, and always would. 

After that day, Merlin used his magic publicly, protecting Arthur from those who would see him dead. The new laws Arthur set in place saw magic return to Camelot slowly, and watched carefully by the Knights of the Round Table. With time, the people of Camelot came to trust their new king. There were still those who sought to destroy the last of the Pendragons, and with it the reign of terror Uther had brought about, but they were no match for Merlin. 

Except, Morgana. Even though she had technically gotten what she wanted, hatred and rage still boiled raw under her skin, and she still swore to destroy her half brother and take the throne for herself. She made many attempts from far away to kill Arthur, but nothing that ever came close, thanks to Merlin. It wasn’t until a year after magic had returned to Camelot that Arthur rode out with an army to meet Morgana and hers. While Merlin was distracted with the dragon, Morgana managed to land a fatal blow on Arthur, before being struck down herself by Leon. 

Merlin felt sick. His heart felt like it was trying to claw his way up his throat as he called for Kilgharrah. Leaving the other knights to deal with the aftermath of the battle, Merlin pulled Arthur onto the old dragon’s back and commanded him to take them to Lake Avalon. He held on to Arthur tightly, never wanting to let him go. When they arrived, Kilgharrah watched on with mild interest, waiting to see what Merlin would do. He dragged Arthur towards the lake, cursing himself for being too slow, being distracted, being too weak. 

“Merlin,” Arthur whispered. “Merlin, please.” Merlin collapsed with Arthur in his arms, unable to force his legs to carry them any farther. He started to wiggle across the grass, but stilled as soon as he felt Arthur’s hand weakly against his arm. His face felt cold and wet, but he dared not let go of Arthur to wipe away the tears. 

“Just,” Arthur breathed in shakily. “Just hold me.” Merlin bit back a sob, and leaned down to press a kiss to his king’s brow. 

“Sleep now, my love,” Merlin whispered. 

He stayed like that, holding Arthur until long after he passed, crying for his friend, crying for his king, crying for his heart. 

#merlin #arthur #bbc merlin #merthur #they're in love and i'll die on this hill #i die on too many hills lol #bbc's merlin #magic #angst #fluff #sleepwalking #fic #fanfic #this is on ao3 too #canon compliant #sorta but not really #ending is the same but the in between i had fun with #enjoy

[sorrowandchartreuse]

Um..... where was Merthurs fake marriage plot device??? I feel significantly jipped

#they gave us so much #enimies to friends to lovers #but WHERE on camelots grassy green hills #was their we have to pretend to be married scheme #somebody please refer a fic or au #merthur #bbc merlin and arthur #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #fake marriage

[senditothemoonn]

I know you love scotfra a lot, but your fruk/ukfr looks so good😭 I hope we get to see more of it in the future mby?👀 also imagine both of them having a crush on francis at the same time...Imagine the drama that comes with it😩

I think there will probably be more fruk (it might be a bit sparse because, like you say, I do love scotfra ajhsjshjs) like I love myself a big, burly Scotsman but also sometimes you’re in the mood for some little, twinkish Colin Firth ass men, you know?

Oh the drama…but more importantly the angst 😩 I do think fruk is a good ship for making Alasdair sad, like he’s too shy/stubborn to ever ask Francis out so he just sits on the sidelines and watches pathetically as Francis and Arthur date (maybe they’re in love or maybe Francis is evil and he’s just using Arthur to make Alasdair jealous - very sexy set of circumstances in my opinion as it leads to more angst ajhsjshjs)

My favourite fruk dynamic however is like “we used to date but now we’re frenemies (read: would die for each other)”

I did read a fic once where Francis was dating Alasdair, and Arthur was just the little brother with a puppy dog crush on Francis and Francis was kinda like aww ur cute 🥰 Alasdair and Francis fought a lot though and I think Arthur ended up sneakily breaking them up somehow by causing a really bad argument and them sneaking in to comfort Francis. I can’t remember how it ended 🤔 but I think Francis might have gone back to Alasdair and Arthur was sad lol i think that’s a cool au to play with tho. I suppose it depends on how old you see them, personally I like to think of Arthur and Francis around the same age and Alasdair is a few years older (maybe like 4 or 5)

But both of them having a crush on Francis at the same time…clearly I’d make Francis choose Alasdair XD but I mean if Alasdair didn’t exist…or like omg if Alasdair died…and Francis started dating Arthur and they both kinda knew he was just a replacement but like Arthur’s been in love with Francis since forever…lol idk where that angst came from ajhsjshjs

Anyway I do like fruk and will probably draw more but scotfra is my favourite simply because Alasdair is sexy and I love bears…altho can u even count my Alasdair as a bear…is he meaty enough? Maybe I need to make him cuddlier, more Jack black esque u kno…okay I’m getting off topic and this was probably very incoherent so I should go to sleep ajhsjshjs

#wow sorry for rambling #i just apparently have a lot of thoughts about this sjbsjsbjs #also I’ve been watching outnumbered recently and like low-key (high key) projecting fruk #face fam kinda cute… #AND I’ve been rereading that one fruk incredibles au fic… #I’ve read that fic so many fucking times I need a life #kinda wanna draw fanart for it #it’s a good fic #i love that author #their stuff is good #fruk is kinda good #i like it when Arthur is a pathetic loser but in a sexy way #amd francis is a beautiful Angel of a man absolutely out of his league #and Arthur is just like *hugh grant stammering in Notting hill compilation* #HES BEFUDDLED #good shit… #ask

[tinycoffeeroom]

new home | arthur hill

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requested: Hey saw you were looking for requests for Arthur hill maybe like going on your first holiday together or like moving in together x

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y/nstagram all moved in ! new roomie seems ok, he keeps singing a song about an old cowboy though?

arthurnfhill FEEL LIKE JOHN WAYNE ↳ fan RIDING THROUGH THE CITY ON MY OWN ↳ fan JUST AN OUTLAW ON HIS WAY HOME ↳ fan THE GOOD THE BAD THE UGLY ↳ fan I'VE SEEN IT ALL ↳ y/nstagram thanks for the karaoke guys x

lisahull_hill my big boy all grown up :( can't wait to come see what you do with the place x ↳ arthurnfhill mum i've not lived at home for years... ↳ lisahull_hill you've never lived with a girlfriend though! x ↳ y/nstagram lisa i need you to come round soon and help me i'm about to have a breakdown over sofa cushions x ↳ lisahull_hill i'll pop round tomorrow x

fan why is the champagne in the sink tho ↳ y/nstagram freezer machine Broke ↳ y/nstagram on a real note though, fuck currys bc WHY has our freezer been delayed by a week ↳ fan i'll fight them queen ♥️ y/nstagram

fan the books... can't wait to see the book nook!!! ↳ y/nstagram i'm so excited!!! annoyed arthur half to death talking about different bookcase options but i found a gorgeous set on facebook marketplace and its gonna look SO GOOD!! ↳ fan pls give us a tour!!!! ↳ y/nstagram keep a look out on my stories xx

georgeclarkeey it's not too late to come home arthur, your side of the bed feels so empty x ↳ y/nstagram womp womp go shag the other arthur or something ↳ georgeclarkeey he won't open his door :( ↳ arthurtv im protecting my peace ↳ georgeclarkeey im grieving the loss of my boyfriend and you won't even give me a cuddle </3 ↳ arthurnfhill i'm not dead????? ↳ georgeclarkeey it's like i can still hear his voice sometimes... ↳ arthurnfhill i hate it here

bffstagram georgeclarkeey can u have arthur over the weekend, i want a girls night with my gf x ↳ georgeclarkeey only if you take him back on the monday, i have stuff to do ↳ arthurnfhill feeling very much like basil right now ↳ willne uncalled for? ↳ miaxmon i have sole custody of basil pls delete arthur it's a sore spot for will ↳ arthurnfhill only if he apologises for making fun of my mullet AND THEN getting one himself ↳ willne y'know what the basil jokes aren't too bad

fan need a relationship like theirs PLEASE ↳ arthurnfhill all she does is bully me??? seek help ↳ y/nstagram ARTHUR i only bully you like 50% of the time... and you do it too ↳ arthurnfhill i would never bully my girlfriend ↳ y/nstagram the notebook night? ↳ arthurnfhill ok point taken ↳ fan parents <3 ♥️ y/nstagram, arthurnfhill

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Even with all the preparation that had gone into the move, you were still unprepared for the overwhelming amount of boxes that lined the halls of your new flat.

You and Arthur had discussed the idea of buying a house, but with his job being based in central London and the two of you still being young, renting a flat seemed like the best option before diving head first into the nightmare that was mortgages and white picket fences.

The first night the two of you moved in, only the TV and mattress had been unpacked, the stress of bringing all the boxes in tiring the both of you out to the point where the mattress lay haphazardly in the middle of the room and the TV lay slanted against the living room wall.

Arthur lay beside you, eyes half heartedly looking through Uber Eats open on his phone. "Chinese or Indian?"

You took a moment, trying to decipher what you would prefer most. "Hmm, maybe pizza? The other two require utensils and to be honest, I have no idea where our kitchen stuff is."

Arthur hums in response, turning his head to look past you. "I'm pretty sure they're in the bathroom, I think I tripped over our bowls when I went to pee."

Exhaustion must be catching up to you as you don't even question how the boxes labelled "KITCHEN" in black sharpie had ended up there.

After the pizza had been ordered, the two of you lay in comfortable silence, the quiet drone of whichever episode of Friends was queued on the TV floating through the air. A bottle of red wine had been opened at some point and the two half full glasses sit precariously on fake wood floors.

You must have slightly fallen asleep at some point, coming around to the smell of freshly cooked dough and a smiling Arthur staring down at you.

"You were dead to the world, not even the sound of me stacking it over our bathroom towels could wake you." He laughs at the memory, sitting down beside you and handing you a box.

You raise the lid, welcoming the mouthwatering scent of pizza as you shuffle up to sit. "I could smell the pizza."

Arthur guffaws around the piece stuffed halfway into his mouth, eyeing you playfully. "Of course it was the food that raised you from the dead."

Shoving his shoulder with your own, you tuck into the meal in front of you, eyes tuned on the TV as The One with All the Thanksgivings starts playing.

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It had been a stressful few days. You weren't lying when you told Lisa you were about to have a breakdown over sofa cushions. Luckily, she'd popped round the next day, armed with a small mini fridge and freezer which she made Arthur carry into the house. You could have cried when she produced a cute "congratulations on your new home" card and a bouquet of sunflowers.

The two of you sat on the half put together sofa and scoured the Dunelm website for all their cushion options, opting for some light brown teddy bear ones and some darker brown velvet cushions. Arthur stayed out of the interior design chat, instead opting to run some water into a pint glass for the flowers and bring over two cups of tea for both of you before he disappeared off into his studio room to sort out the wiring.

"Typical man, leaving us to make the place look pretty."

You giggled at Lisa's comment, pointing out the framed artworks sitting propped against the wall. "He picked those out, to be fair to him. We decided he'd do the decorating and I'd just focus on the furnishings."

You continued on your Dunelm hunt, bookmarking everything you thought would look good in your new home, Lisa throwing in a few suggestions as to what you may need. By the time the two of you felt you had sufficiently scoured the website, it was nearing dinner time. Arthur popped his head round the corner to ask if you wanted him to run out and grab something to eat, but Lisa shook off his question, grabbing your hand and her car keys.

"Y/N, we'll nip out now and pick up a few bits, including a vase," she eyed the pint glass begging to tip over, "and we'll pick up some dinner too."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders, smiling at how Lisa had taken you under her wing. Ever since he'd introduced the two of you, she'd taken an immediate shining to you, often sending you silly pictures that reminded her of you or organising coffee dates for the both of you to catch up.

One round trip for a vase and some cleaning essentials as well as a nice pub that did takeaway carveries later, you and Lisa bundle through the front door, giggling about the man in the elevator who had assumed the two of you were mother and daughter. Lisa had replied a cheeky "not yet" and had thrown a wink your way.

Arthur had moved from his studio to the living room, head popping over the back of the sofa at the sound of the two of you laughing. "What did I miss?"

One look at Lisa had you both giggling again, waving Arthur off as you unpacked the takeaway bowls of carvery and scoured the boxes for cutlery.

Arthur eyed the two of you warily, directing his mum to the sofa as he came to search for some glasses for the bottles of Coke you had picked up as well. Dropping a small kiss to the back of your neck, he smiled fondly when your eyes meet.

"This is nice."

You hummed, working on taking off the plastic lids. "Yeah, we were lucky to find the pub, Google Maps was useless."

He shook his head, one arm wrapping around your waist as he looks at his mum setting in on the sofa. "No, I mean this. Being sat in our home and listening to you and Mum laughing about god knows what. I was so worried when I introduced you that she wouldn't like you, I don't even know why, it's impossible to hate you. But, it's nice. I'm happy."

You turned in his grasp, hand coming to rest on the side of his neck. A soft smile overtook your lips at the serene expression on his face. "I'm happy too. I'm glad we did this. I love you."

He matched your smile, a small "I love you too" passing his lips before he pressed a soft kiss to yours.

"Hey, hungry mum over here!"

Lisa's voice broke the bubble around the two of you, both of you looking over to see Lisa smiling fondly from the sofa.

"My apologies, dear Lisa, let me bring it over now!" Laughing softly, you press one last kiss to Arthur's lips before sliding out of his embrace.

The three of you eat in comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the TV and the occasional comment about the dinner from one of you.

The sun had long since set and you and Arthur tried to convince Lisa to stay, but she shook her head, stating the two of you needed your own space and left soon after, leaving behind warm hugs and a kiss to both of your heads.

Choosing to tidy up tomorrow, you both head to bed. You slid in first, welcoming Arthur's warm embrace as you settle in for the night. He peppered soft kisses to your shoulder blade, nuzzling his head into the spot afterwards. "Goodnight, I love you."

Brushing a hand through his unruly hair, you dropped a kiss to the crown of his head. "I love you too." Taking in the surprising quietness of central London, you closed your eyes, excited to wake up to a new day in your new home.

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a/n: love love loveeeeee doing arthur hill requests <3 had to include my queen lisa x

#arthur hill smau #arthur hill fics #arthur hill fic #arthur hill imagine #arthur hill x reader

[orchidniins]

Opening Act | Track 2 | Arthur Hill

Pairing: Arthur Hill x f!Reader Warnings: Fluff, Angst Word count: 3.6k+ A/N: I'm trying to get these out once a week, and I think I'm able to write these parts at a good pace. if there's anything you want to see included in this series then make sure to send it into my inbox. Hope you enjoy!! Series Masterlist

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You were currently running around your room, digging through drawers and rummaging through your closet, trying to pick out an outfit. As you toss clothes aside in frustration, you hear a knock on your door.

"Yeah?" you call out.

Your older sister Emma gently opens the door and leans casually against the doorframe, watching you with an amused expression. She crosses her arms and laughs, "How are you not ready yet? I swear you've changed your outfit like five times already."

You huff as you manage to wrangle a jacket out of your closet, putting it on and giving yourself a quick look in the mirror. "What? I have not changed five times," you reply defensively. "Why are you still here anyway? Don’t you have to be at the shop?"

Emma smirks, not missing a beat. "I'm on break. I'll head back in a bit," she says, her eyes following you as you continue to run around your room like a headless chicken.

You nod, now at your vanity as you touch up your makeup, catching Emma’s teasing expression in the mirror. You let out a breath, trying to ignore her knowing look.

"Are you sure this isn't a date?" she teased, raising her eyebrows with a mischievous grin.

You roll your eyes, before you say "Of course not, Em. It’s just lunch with a friend."

Emma wasn't convinced, her smirk widening. "Sure honey, friends who just stay up all night talking on FaceTime, and constantly text each other throughout the day.. And don’t think I don’t hear the flirting and giggles at night. Like you actually squealed when you guys made plans to meet today. Y/N... you are just lying to yourself, and this is a date."

You feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks but quickly try to brush off her comment. You clear your throat before straightening up and turning to face her, "For the hundredth time, Em, it's not a date," you insist, hoping to end the conversation.

"Fine, but then when you two are happily in love, just remember... I called it," Emma quipped, her grin unrelenting.

You roll your eyes at her teasing. "Emma!"

She chuckles. "What? He’s cute and you’re decent to look at," she teases further and you slightly pout at her, "He’s a musician, you’re a musician... If it hasn’t happened already, it’s gonna... and soon, I can feel it."

You let out a resigned sigh. "Whatever," you reply, grabbing your bag before heading to your bedroom door. "Now, can you move, please? I’m gonna be late."

Emma moves aside, adding, "Fine. Text me when you get there, yeah?"

You nod, bidding her goodbye before slipping on your shoes and leaving your shared apartment.

As you close the door behind you, the nerves kick in, and you can't quite understand why you're feeling so jittery about seeing Arthur.

You weren’t lying to yourself or your sister; you and Arthur were just friends. But Emma wasn't entirely wrong when she said that you and Arthur spoke all the time. Ever since the day you joined his live, your conversations with Arthur became a daily occurrence. What were initially just casual exchanges turned into hour-long conversations about music, life, family, friends, and everything in between. You found comfort in having a friend in the music industry; you appreciated the support, and Arthur was one of the few people you could truly relate to. 

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself becoming increasingly comfortable around him. You eagerly anticipated each interaction with Arthur. Whenever he released new music, you couldn't resist showering him with compliments, often jokingly referring to yourself as his biggest fangirl. Which is why you found it odd just how nervous you were feeling now.

Despite having spoken for a while and both living in the same city, this was the first time you were going to meet him in person. You had finally managed to find some time off from work, and Arthur had some time off from his busy schedule as well. Since graduating university, you’d worked at your sister’s bakery. While you dreamt of music becoming your full-time career, you knew you weren’t there just yet. Working at the bakery provided stability, and you also quite enjoyed working there with your sister, even if you two often argued over petty things.

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You walk up to the street from the subway, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip anxiously. The weather in London that week had been surprisingly pleasant, so you and Arthur had decided to take advantage of it and spend some time out in the city. You chose to meet up at a charming new place recommended by one of your friends for lunch. It had a cozy interior adorned with vintage decorations and soft, warm lighting, creating a welcoming atmosphere. There was also a quaint outdoor seating area, perfect for enjoying the nice weather. 

As you approached the restaurant, nervous anticipation bubbled up inside you at the thought of meeting him in person for the first time. But as soon as you laid eyes on Arthur waiting outside the entrance, a sense of calm washed over you. His smile was warm and inviting, and seeing him made your nervousness melt away. You couldn't help but notice how well put together he looked, exuding his usual charm. With a smile of your own, you waved at him, feeling a surge of excitement as you approached to greet him.

"Hey there," you greeted Arthur with a warm smile, feeling excited to finally meet in person.

"Hey," his smile mirrored yours. "Finally… she exists!" he joked, causing you to laugh.  You went in for a hug, but it was brief as he quickly pulled away, taking a step back, maintaining a slight distance. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the abruptness, but you quickly pushed the feeling away, trying not to let it show on your face. Despite the slight awkwardness, you were just happy that you guys could finally hang out.

As you two settle into the cafe, you take a moment to peruse the menu. The whole time you feel Arthur's eyes on you, looking up at you ever so often. "You're looking lovely today," he compliments you, you look up at him, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Thanks," you reply, a slight smile playing on your lips. "You're not looking too bad yourself," you say, returning the compliment with a playful grin. He chuckles lightly before glancing away nervously, sipping on some water and clearing his throat.

You laugh a little nervously, trying to change the topic, "How's the new album coming along?"

"It's been a lot of work, but I think it's really coming together," he replied proudly. His tone has shifted; he sounds less nervous now, his excitement evident as he continues, and you find yourself smiling at him.

He shares updates about his upcoming album, sounding passionate about all the details he shares. You listen intently, always enjoying when Arthur talks about his music and plans for Youtube and TikTok. He always sounds so excited when he speaks about it, and you're glad he's opened up enough to share this with you.

"How's the next song coming along?" he asks curiously, turning the conversation back to you.

You sigh, a hint of frustration evident in your voice. "I've been trying to write, but I've been struggling with a bit of a block lately," you admit.

Arthur chuckled sympathetically. "After only three songs?" he teased lightly.

You mock hurt, placing a hand over your heart as you laugh. "Woah woah, you of all people know how difficult it is to be an independent artist," you retort playfully.

"Haha, fair point," Arthur replied, his tone shifting slightly, his expression carrying a hint of concern. "Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

You shake your head, a grin spreading across your face. "No, it's okay. I know you're just teasing," you assure him, wanting to make sure he knows you weren't offended and Arthur nods in response.

“I’m just feeling the pressure to write something new lately," you begin. "My management did send me some demos that I could record, but I'm not sure if I'm completely okay singing someone else's words just yet. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just want to try on my own for just a bit longer."

Arthur nods understandingly. “You’ll get through it, I have faith in you. You've already written some amazing songs, and the people can wait a little longer." You share a knowing smile with him, “Thanks, Arthur,” you say, feeling a sense of reassurance from his words.

"Of course," Arthur responds with a warm smile.

Once you finish your meal, Arthur asks, "Do you want to go for a walk?", he asks you slightly nervously. "Maybe we'll stumble upon something that sparks some inspiration."

You smile brightly at the suggestion. "That sounds like a great idea,” you reply enthusiastically. Though you didn't want to admit it, you were secretly thrilled at the prospect of spending more time with him.

As you walk through the city, basking in the warm sunshine, the bustling streets filled with people don't seem to bother you at all. As you stroll along, the vibrant colors and alluring scents of a nearby flower shop catch your attention. He walks to the shop door, glancing back as you eye him with a curious look. "Well, come on," he says, holding the door open for you to enter the quaint little shop.

You enter the shop, its shelves adorned with an array of colorful flowers. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of various blooms, and your eyes light up at the sight of the colorful displays. You turn to Arthur with excitement. "Come on, let's pick out some flowers!" you say, walking further into the shop. Arthur chuckles, eyeing you with amusement.

As you wander from one display to another, Arthur follows closely behind, his curiosity piqued. You practically squeal when you spot some pretty pink carnations, prompting a laugh from Arthur at your reaction.

“Those your favorite?” he asks, you nod eagerly.

You nod eagerly, already reaching for a few of the pink blooms. “Yes, I've always loved carnations," you reply, selecting a handful of the delicate flowers. “There’s just something about them that makes me so happy.”

You eventually settle on some pink carnations, white roses, and baby’s breath. As you hand them to the lady at the counter, you watch intently as she arranges them into a bouquet, a contented smile on your face.

As you head to the cash register, Arthur beats you to it, handing the shopkeeper his card. "Arthur, it's fine, you don’t have to pay," you protest.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile. "No, no, I insist."

Arthur pays for the flowers and hands you the bouquet with a shy smile, his sweet gesture melting your heart.

"I hope you like them," he says. Your eyes sparkle with joy as you take the bouquet in your hands. "They're perfect, thank you," you reply warmly and without thinking you throw your arms around him in an embrace. You swear you feel him freeze up slightly before he hugs you back. You mentally scold yourself as you pull away, embarrassed, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

You try to hide your face by burying it in the flowers, hoping to conceal the blush on your cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you inhale the sweet scent of the flowers, holding the bouquet close to your chest.

A few hours pass as you and Arthur wander around the city, catching up and getting onto various antics. Eventually, you come across a band busking in a square, performing covers of popular songs, drawing a crowd that were singing along with them. You and Arthur are automatically attracted to the music, and you both move to stand amongst the spectators.

As the crowd thickens, you stumble back slightly, bumping into Arthur who was now standing behind you. You feel his chest brush against your back, causing your breath to hitch at the sudden contact. He quickly moves away, apologizing, "Oh, sorry." You turn slightly and laugh, assuring him, "It's okay."

You both turn your attention back to the music. "Does anyone want to come up and sing with us?" the lead singer calls out.

Arthur nudges you. "You should go up there," he says with a grin.

"Me? What about you, huh?" you reply, eyes wide. "Plus, I’ve never performed in front of a crowd like this."

Arthur urges you even more. "Okay, then you definitely need to go up there and sing. Come on, it’ll be fun."

You hesitate, shaking your head. "I don’t know, Arthur…"

Before you can protest further, you feel him gently push you to the front of the crowd. "Here!" he shouts, pointing at you, drawing the band's attention, and they call you over.

You feel the eyes of the crowd and the band on you as you take a deep breath. Handing the things in your arms to Arthur, you step forward with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Once you're where the performers are, the lead singer smiles and asks, "What's your name?"

"Y/N," you reply, trying your best to stay calm.

He turns to the crowd and announces, "Give it up for Y/N!" The crowd responds with a round of applause, and you try to keep a smile on your face.

"Do you know this song?" he asks away from the mic, showing you a track on his phone.

You recognize it and nod. "Yeah, I do."

Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself as the band starts playing. You begin singing, and the crowd erupts in cheers at how good you sound. Glancing at the front of the crowd, you see Arthur filming you with his phone, a huge smile on his face. Encouraged, you try to get into the performance, starting to enjoy singing with the band as the crowd claps and sings along.

The band manages to get you to sing two more songs before the lead singer announces, "Let's hear it for Y/N, everyone!" You take a little bow and give him a quick side hug before heading back to where Arthur is standing.

You grab your things from him, and the two of you move out of the crowd. "That was amazing, Y/N!" Arthur compliments you. "You sound even better live!"

Blushing, you say, "Thank you!” before letting out a breath. “God, my heart is still beating so fast," you add as the two of you laugh.

Just as you're about to say something else, you're interrupted by a group of girls who recognized Arthur. They approach with excited smiles, asking, "Can we get a picture with you?"

Arthur is incredibly nice about it, extremely happy to meet his fans "Of course," he says warmly. You offer, "I can take the photo for you." "Thank you!" one of the girls exclaims as they hand you their phone. Arthur poses with them, and chatting with them briefly.

As you watch him interact with the fans, you feel a sense of admiration. He’s so sweet and genuine, and it warms your heart.

Once the girls leave, Arthur turns back to you and says, "Sorry, were you gonna say something?"

You just smile and shake your head. "No, nothing. I was actually going to say that I should be heading home."

"Oh, I didn't realize it had gotten so late," Arthur says and you notice a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at his reaction.

He checks the time on his phone before suggesting, "Do you want me to drop you home?"

You shake your head. "No, it's okay. I'll just take the subway."

But Arthur convinces you otherwise. "Come on, let me at least walk you to the station," he insists.

You agree with a smile. "Alright, thank you."

With a content smile on his face, he walks you to the nearest station. Once you reach the entrance, you both turn to face each other.

"Well…" Arthur begins, his smile softening.

"Well…" you echo him, laughing a little.

"It was really good to see you today," he says earnestly. "We should hang out more often. Don't be a stranger."

You laugh at his words and say, "Okay, I'll keep that in mind." adding, "I had a good time today as well." and he smiles back at you.

Before you can say anything, Arthur starts walking away. "Let me know when you get home, okay? Bye, Y/n," he calls back. And you just nod in response as you wave him goodbye.

"Okay... odd," you say to yourself as you turn and make your way into the subway, not really sure what to make of what just happened.

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You walk back to your place from the subway, the events of your day playing on repeat in your head. Despite having a nice day, you couldn't shake the feeling of awkwardness at how it ended. Why did Arthur rush away like that? Was he busy? Did he lie about having a good time? These questions swirled in your head as you approached the familiar sight of the pink storefront of your sister’s bakery.

You and your sister lived in the apartment above the shop, making getting to work an actual breeze. While the street below could get a bit noisy, especially late into the night, living above your workplace meant you could easily roll out of bed and make it to work at 5 a.m.

You enter the bakery, the familiar sound of the bell above the door rings through the shop, catching Emma's attention. She looks up from the till and greets you with a smile. "Hey! You’re back already. How was your date?" she asks teasingly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You chuckle and shake your head. "It wasn’t a date," you reply, holding back a smile. Emma's eyes flicker to the flowers in your hand, and she raises an eyebrow suggestively. "Oh, those are lovely. Did your date get you those?" she continues to tease you, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

"They're just flowers, Em. It's nothing," you assure her, setting the bouquet on the counter before going behind the till to put away the rest of your things. Emma leans against the counter, curiosity evident in her expression.

"Okay, fine. So, how was your day?" she asks, a hint of mischief in her voice. You smile and shrug, replying, "Yeah, it was fun. I had a good time."

Emma quirks an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes. "That’s it? It was just..good?” she teases, prompting you to roll your eyes. “Give me more details,” she insists eagerly.

You chuckle and indulge her curiosity. “No, it was really nice. We went to lunch, then we went to this really cute flower shop, oh and Arthur convinced me to sing with some buskers that were performing,” you explain as you start arranging the flowers in a vase.

Emma's eyes go wide in surprise. “You actually performed in front of a live crowd…wow, Arthur can really work some magic,” she comments, impressed.

You laugh as you work. “Yeah, I surprised myself a little too, it was fun,” you admit.

Emma leans in, intrigued. “So tell me more about Arthur… How was he? Did he profess his love to you?” she teases.

You huff out, then say, "Emma... it was... well... I don't know. Arthur was nice and all, clearly a great guy. We got along great, and obviously, we don’t have a problem with things to talk about. But I just felt like the whole time he was really trying to keep his distance. So, there were times when it got a little awkward, but, you know, it was the first time we met in person, so I’m not thinking much of it."

Emma pauses to think for a moment, then says, "Maybe he’s just shy. Or maybe he’s so insanely into you that he just didn’t know how to act around you." You eye her like she's gone absolutely mad.

"No..absolutely not. Clearly, he sees me as nothing but a friend, and that's cool with me," you say, sounding slightly deflated.

Emma eyes you skeptically, sensing something more behind your words. "Uh huh," she responds, not entirely convinced. You quickly backtrack, adding, "Not that I want him to be anything more than a friend, of course. He’s just a good friend."

Before Emma can say anything else, you quickly change the subject. "Anyway, I have nothing else to do tonight, so do you need any help around here?"

Emma takes the hint to drop the topic for now, but you know she’ll want to talk about it later. "No, we're good here. It’s still your day off, so just go on up. I’ll see you at dinner," she says. You nod, grabbing your stuff before heading up to your place.

Once you’re back in your room, you proceed to get unready, changing into something a little more comfortable. You pull out your phone and open Instagram, noticing that Arthur has posted a story. It’s a video of you singing from earlier today. Watching it, you can’t help but smile. Despite the few awkward moments, you really did enjoy spending the day with him. It was some of the most fun you’d had all month.

You quickly text Arthur, letting him know that you made it home safe, and then you go through some of the photos you’d taken today, posting a few yourself. As you lie back on your bed, your thoughts drift to the day’s events. Today had gotten you thinking about your own feelings. You knew that Emma was just joking about all that stuff, but now that she’d put the thought in your head, it had you second-guessing things. You were content with the way the day had gone, but the last thing you’d expected to be left with today was confusion.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you are enjoying the series so far! Let me know what you think.

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Could you possibly do dad Arthur hill plz??🥹 luv ur work!!🎀

please, this is so cute-

"babe, incoming!"

arthur hears yn shout over his echoing voice that had been booming around the venue during his soundcheck and he swings around on the heels of his loafers to look in her direction, eyes diverting down to where his toddler was waddling towards him on wobbling legs. a grin on his mouth as she collides into his legs and wraps her arms around one of his knees.

"hello, precious," he coos softly, bending down and lifting her up to his side, her bum resting on his forearm and her legs hanging down, feet kicking at his body as she wriggles in his hold, "give me a minute, lovie. god, just as impatient as your mum."

"oh, no. definitely as impatient as you," yn grins through her last few strides in his direction and he hands over his microphone to the hands of his manager who saunters away to put it somewhere safe, "george had to leave us to go and film for the podcast so we thought we'd walk here and come see you during soundcheck."

he wraps his free arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side, pressing a kiss to her temple, and it wasn't long before his little girl was settled in his arms and looking around at the flashing lights and the instruments on stage, her eyes twinkling.

"have you eaten?"

"george insisted we took her to mcdonalds," yn rolls her eyes and he laughs in response, "think it was because he wanted one but she sat and had some nuggets so she's alright for food. i have some snacks in my bag though."

"have you?"

yn shakes her head. she'd swallowed back a chocolate milkshake as george and their little girl ate their lunch but she wasn't so hungry and decided to wait... knowing that she could eat in peace if her little one was occupied elsewhere.

"we're thinking of ordering in something here, fancy anything?"

they start their walk towards the backstage halls behind his current stage set-up, still to have their finishing touches applied, and yn says her hellos to those who smile at her on their way to his dressing room and ask her how she is, cooing at their little girl who absolutely revels in the attention she gets, and the two of them can't help but laugh at her when she gets all shy and soft.

"have you been a good girl for mummy today?" arthur hums softly at his daughter and she grins cheekily, clapping her hands, "i'll take that as a yes."

"she's been attached to george all day," yn laughs and falls onto the sofa of his dressing room, his foot knocking the door closed so it was just the three of them for a little while, "think she has a little crush on him."

"on george?" arthur teases, poking his fingers into his daughter's belly and cackling when she squeals back at the ticklish feeling, "you have him wrapped around your finger, huh?"

"he claims he's the 'funcle'."

arthur rolls his eyes and sets the little girl down on the floor, letting her roam free as he sits down beside his girlfriend and sets an arm around her shoulders, fingers tickling her upper arm.

"still coming to the show? mum's offered to babysit for the night so you can have some fun," arthur wonders and yn nods soflty, "got you and the guys some backstage passes, too, so you can come and chill her before and after."

"like a groupie," she cackles, "i like that." xx

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Inconvenience | g. clarke

Introduction and Cast

“Why have you got to be such an inconvenience?” “Maybe it’s just the way I am.” “That I can agree on.”

Summary: in which a boy and a girl will fall in love, but it won’t be easy

Noa Murphy ~ The Girl

“Explain to me again why I should listen to you?”

George Clarke ~ The Boy

“Have you ever considered, not doing that?”

Chris Dixon ~ The Partner in Crime

“Personally I think you two should just kiss and make up. Or just kiss.”

Arthur Frederick ~ The Older Brother Figure

“Why can’t you all just be friends. You’ve got common ground of both thinking I’m the best.”

Arthur Hill ~ The De-Escalator

“Have either of you considered, just calming down?”

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🔞Eating Out HC's | Chaos Crew

feat: ATV, Imallexx, G Clarkey, Arthur Hill, ChrisMD

ArthurTV: -Facesit this mf to suffocation -I don't think he's ever more hard than when he's got you sat on his face, squeezing his head with your thighs -Oh and the hair pulling and praise drives him fucking WILD -Sucking, lapping, flicking, his mouth is fucking GODLY too -Aaaand i may be writing a fic ab this because it's just SUCH a goddamn savoury thought

Imallexx -Why do I feel like he'd also be into face sitting -Eyes closed, just blissed out to be between your thighs  -Sometimes just sticks his tongue out and lets you ride it yourself n use him for pleasure -Loves a thick girlie that'll squish him down and ride his tongue

Cam Kirkham ~no out of respect for Chloe~

Arthur Hill -Such a little kink for eating out but he's so needy for it that it happens everywhere but the bedroom -Like, you've been sat on the kitchen barstool before and he's been begging you to just open your thighs and let him have you there, or just been plain on the sofa watching a movie with him and his fingers and tracing up your thighs, non-verbally asking whether you'd wanna let him eat u out with the patterns he traces across your skin -Into all sorts of hair pulling and grinding down onto his tongue -And why do i feel like he'd have a m-mmy kink too

George Clarkey -Gets you lying on your back with your legs wrapped over his shoulders - his arms holding your hips up so that your pussy is against his mouth -leaves hickeys all over your thighs where only he's gonna see it -I think he's gonna try degrade and push you into doing multiple rounds too, just pushing and seeing how far you're gonna go for him -Legs are shaking all because of him, the next day, and this cocky bastard is absolutely thrilled about it

Chrismd -WHY ARE LITR ALL OF THESE FUCKS (atl imo) OBSESSED W FACE SITTING -Loves the thick girlies that are going to put all their weight on his tongue and let him eat em out goooood -So fucking pussy drunk, will absolutely lose his MIND giving wet, sloppy head -His biceps n forearms clamping you down so that your pussy is completely flush against his mouth and you cannot move for a moment of relief and he's still licking you up and driving you into overstim even after you've cum

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Beta Squad next monday girlies!! Hope that was good enough bc ik a LOOOT of youse have been waiting on the G Clarkey HC's especially, and I bring u more news that u j gotta keep waiting bc ontop of allat im working on an ATV face sitting smut 🤭🤭

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✧ = social media fic ✩ = written fic

⋆⁺✩₊✧˚.⋆ arthur frederick/arthurtv! ⋆⁺✩₊✧˚.⋆

✧ manager to missus where arthur develops a small crush on chris' manager

✩ checkmate where arthur offers to teach you how to play chess

✧ small pause where you and arthur break up, somewhat briefly

✩ clingy where arthur is a little sick and asks you to come round

✩ aquatic missile where arthur goes to the local aquarium and finds more then the sharks pretty

✩ "don't worry, i'll do it" where the little things are adorable in a relationship

✩ a secret where arthur has a slight crush on a singer

✩ online embarrassment (part two coming soon!!) where arthur meets a girl playing online chess

✩ special guest (coming soon!!) where arthur's girlfriend goes on the bach and arthur podcast

⋆⁺✩₊✧˚.⋆ george clarke! ⋆⁺✩₊✧˚.⋆

✧ am i cool yet? (socmed) where george has a small crush on the girl touring with arthur hill

✩ denial where george is insistant he isn't ill

✩ helpful where george's girlfriend gets a little drunk

✧ friend's best friend where george meets max's best friend and finds her kinda cool

✩ not so useless hotline (coming soon!!) where you're invited on the useless hotline and get more then just a job

✩ number one fan (coming soon!!) where george's girlfriend is a singer

⋆⁺✩₊✧˚.⋆ other! ⋆⁺✩₊✧˚.⋆

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