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kimmberleeex · 10 months

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Dickensian in Love

It was an especially wintry and dreary December day in London. The townsfolk were hustling and bustling, gearing up for the upcoming holiday. Elizabeth Dunesbury was a fair, young maiden with luscious golden curls. Her skin was ivory like a china doll that little girls played with and her eyes were blue pools like the ocean, the depth of them compared. She didn’t come from a wealthy family, but she wasn’t poor either. Her father was a respected man among town but people rarely noticed her.

When they did notice her, it was because she walking about without a man to escort her. She would notice the whispers and stares every time she strolled down the streets. However, she feared no one. Something her father taught her before he left the world was how to defend herself, which was very taboo for a woman to be able to do.

Every mid day when she was doing her daily walk, she would pass by Arthur Havisham. He was a handsome young gentleman with chestnut curls, a pouty lip, and chocolate doe eyes. His family was well respected and very well off. Arthur’s father was the owner of the local brewery and recently had passed away. Ever since then, Elizabeth began noticing how sorrowful his eyes were and a permanent scowl was painted on his face. It was something that she understood because it was the same thing she felt when she lost her father.

One day, she decided to walk up to Arthur on the street, wanting to show him some kindness during the difficult time he was having.

“Excuse me, Mr. Havisham?” She called as she approached him.

He turned to meet her gaze, looking at her like she was vermin for even uttering a word to him. With a sharp tongue he replies, “What is it?”

Elizabeth goes by seemingly unfazed by his harshness. Instead she offers a sweet smile to him which Arthur isn’t used to. “You don’t know me, sir. But my name is Elizabeth Dunesbury. I heard about your father and I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am. Words do no justice but I hope you find solace in knowing he’s no longer suffering.”

Arthur, clearly annoyed by the roll of his eyes and irritated tone. “My father was a greedy, bitter old man. Good riddance.” He tries to shrug Elizabeth off and stomp away.

She turns around to him and says, “Surely you don’t mean that.”

Without even looking at her, he mutters, “I do,” before disappearing into the local pub. Elizabeth sighs to herself as she walks away. She knows he’s just processing his grief with anger and tries not to take it personally.

Over the course of a fortnight, Elizabeth tried to show Arthur kindness and break down the walls he so clearly built around himself. She would wave with a smile, sometimes she would try to bring him freshly baked bread, and on occasion she would try to spark up a conversation with him. Each time, Arthur would be rude, harsh and shrug her off.

One day, as she was leaving her apartment, she saw Arthur leaving his own down the hallway. At this point, she had enough of his coldness towards her when all she did was try to show him compassion. She marched right up to him, her anger lit like a match.

“Mr. Havisham! What on earth did I ever do to you?” Arthur was taken aback by her sudden outburst. “All I’ve ever done was try to show you compassion and kindness. I understand grief can make you lash out, but you look at me like I’m utter rubbish. You treat me like vermin. Why?”

Elizabeth’s eyes were welling up with so much emotion that they threatened to spill onto her cheeks. Meanwhile, Arthur’s anger was boiling and you could see it all over his face. Without a word , Arthur quickly wraps his strong hand around Elizabeth’s throat and slams her up against the wall. His grip tightening slightly with an intensity burning in his eyes. A gasp leaves Elizabeth’s lips but she doesn’t feel afraid of him. Instead, there’s this extraordinary heat building deep within her core.

There’s an unspoken electricity between them and in this short moment it felt like an eternity. With a fervor, Arthur crashes his mouth against hers. It’s rough at first, but his demeanor begins to soften, his lips beginning to melt into hers. She softly whimpers into him as his tongue brushes against her bottom lip. His mouth tasted bitter like the brandy he drank. Arthur found her lips to be sweet and intoxicating. Slowly, he fumbles her into his apartment, locking the door behind them.

Their breath was heavy as they finally pulled away from each other. They had yet to say a word to one another, the air thick with this tension between them. Arthur’s eyes were heavy with lust and Elizabeth’s matched his. Arthur removed his waistcoat, tossing it onto a nearby chair. His gaze locked onto Elizabeth as she began to undress herself. Slowly peeling off the layers of her coat and dress.

He slowly removed his jabot collar and unclasped the buttons on his now loose fitting blouse that he untucked from his trousers. With a fluid motion he pulls off his blouse and reveals his bare torso. His trousers were hanging off his hips, he slowly unbuttons and begins peeling them off.

Elizabeth was down to her petticoat and corset, her heart racing with anticipation as she stared at Arthur’s beautiful body. She was in awe of his porcelain like skin and toned form. Closing the space between them, she marveled as her fingers delicately caressed his skin and the dips of his collar bone. He shivered at the sensation, Arthur had never been touched like this before.

Arthur had never found attraction to women, something that was illegal and could have you sentenced to death for in London. The very thing that his father discovered before his death and had him written out of his will for. However, there was something about Elizabeth that was different. Something sparked within him that he had never felt before. His long member was hardening against his thigh as she placed soft kisses along his neck and her hands ran across his chest.

Arthur’s nimble fingers helped Elizabeth out of her corset and petticoat, revealing her full figure and swollen breasts. Her skin was so soft as Arthur ran his fingers gently across it. Elizabeth was not used to such tenderness from Arthur as he was normally so cold and callous towards her. He kissed her again, his hand caressing her cheek as her body melded into his.

He picked her up and carried her bridal style to his bed where he laid her down. He murmured more to himself rather than to her, “Such a pretty pet…”

Her lips curled up into a smile, which was contagious as his own followed. He laid down next to her and kissed down her neck. Breathing in the floral scent of her perfume on her skin. It was deliciously intoxicating as his mouth found its way to her ample bosom. His pouty lips encompassed one of Elizabeth’s pink nipples, it hardened in his mouth and she let out a soft moan. Her hands found their way into his soft curls as her back arched up in response to his tongue flicking over her sensitive flesh.

Arthur breathes out a low moan as his hand slides up between Elizabeth’s delicate thighs. His fingers finding her wet heat, her hips buck up into his touch. He lifts his head and watches her face contort with pleasure as his finger swirls around her swollen bud. “Such a naughty little cockish wench,” he breathed out with a smirk.

Elizabeth sucks in her bottom lip, her teeth digging into her tender skin. Arthur spreads her legs and aligns himself at her entrance. His swollen head rubs against her slick folds before slowly sliding between them. They both grunt and moan as he slowly stretches her to fit his length. Before this, the both of them were pure and untouched. However, the way their bodies communicated with each other, you would never imagine that was the case.

Arthur slowly thrusted his hips into hers, their moans echoing off of the walls as he built up a steady rhythm. One of his hands intertwined with hers, the veins bulging as his grip tightened, pinning it above her head. His other hand, much more delicately this time, wrapped around her throat, his thumb brushing across Elizabeth’s jaw as he kissed her sensually.

He murmured into her lips, “Feel so f*cking good, poppet..,” followed by a low, guttural moan. The throb from his member deep inside of her was causing her to clench around him, making him whimper pathetically.

Elizabeth’s back arched as she felt an unfamiliar tightness in her belly forming. Her brain was in a fog of pleasure and couldn’t bring herself to form words, just moans and heavy breaths. Her hand gripping his tightly, her other getting tangled in his chestnut curls as he buried himself in her neck.

Arthur could feel a familiar pull in his own belly, impending his own release but he refused to give into his satisfaction until Elizabeth came undone for him. “C’mon, love…let go for me..,” he groaned into her ear.

“Oh, Arthur..,” Elizabeth whined as she felt a snap of a metaphorical cord deep within her core. Arthur could feel her delicate walls convulsing around his throbbing member and it was enough for him to come undone. His teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of her neck as a muffled wail left his lips. His seed pulsed out of him and filled her entirely, their bodies throbbing together as they came down from their high.

The both of them were coated in sweat, their hair clinging to their faces. Arthur’s now lobcock slowly slips out of her wet heat and coated with her slick. He rolls over onto his back beside her, both of their chests heaving as they try to catch their breath.

“Bloody hell…should have yelled at you ages ago.” Elizabeth teased.

With a soft chuckle, Arthur turned onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. A cheeky smile turning up the corners of his lips as he brushed the back of his fingers across Elizabeth’s rouged cheeks. His voice was soft, a change that she could certainly get used to. “I’m glad you did,” he murmured as he kissed her softly. A love blossoming between them that started, without their knowledge, the moment Elizabeth introduced herself to Arthur.

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foundtherightwords · 9 months

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Hello, Director, is there anything you'd like to share about The Road Forgotten? 🥰

Ah, Arthur my beloved.

The Road Forgotten was the third fic I wrote and is still the one I'm most proud of (so far). I'm proud of all of my fics for different reasons, but this one just feels like the most complete package (even if I say so myself) - the characters are just right, the plot came to me quite quickly, and the structure is solid.

Maybe it's also because this was the fic I agonized over the most (you tend to favor the child you had the most difficulty bringing into the world, right?), namely my decision of pairing Arthur with a female character. I spent such a long time trawling the tags to see if there were any Arthur x female OC or reader fics and how they were received, but I didn't find many (there are some platonic ones IIRC), and only two or three on AO3, and those all got comments accusing the writers of erasing Arthur's sexuality, etc. One of the writers even had to drop their fic due to harassment. That really freaked me out. In the end, though, I decided it was my fic, I'd write what I want, and I'm glad I did, because Arthur and Elsie are just... they're my babies, OK? I'm a sucker for the dynamic of a no-nonsense woman paired with a pathetic man-baby, and how they both soften each other and make each other stronger at the same time.

I wrote this fic with a copy of Great Expectations open next to me at all times, and I had a lot of fun weaving the canon characters and events into it. I especially enjoyed writing the chapter where Arthur and Elsie visited Wemmick's castle, because it wasn't planned (I just wanted Wemmick to give them Sally's address and that was it), but it provides an important step in Arthur's growth and the first hint that Arthur and Elsie's uneasy partnership would develop into something more. Plus it contains one of the lines/images I'm most proud of, out of all of my fics: They continued their walk in silence, while her loose ribbons danced playfully on a spring breeze, occasionally touching his shoulder.

Writing this fic also helped me become more comfortable with a male character's POV - originally, I was going to stick with Elsie's POV, but then the scene of Arthur seeing Elsie all dressed up for the first time and realizing his attraction to her just popped into my head, and I knew I had to do dual POVs.

And of course, it was great fun revisiting Arthur and Elsie in Irresistibly Contagious too, and now that they've got the kids, who knows, we may see more of them in the future!

#asks #thank you for letting me ramble #arthur havisham #the road forgotten

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