Hi! I noticed that your requests are open! That one you did for Spoopy was amazing!!! Would it be ok to ask for maybe a drabble of ikevamp Arthur playing with Mc's hair?
It's just been a while since someone played with my hair I kind of miss it!
Sorry if this is bothersome and thank you for taking requests!
Hugs!
whoa whoa whoa this has been in my inbox for a WHILE. im still not sure my work is showing up in the tags, but it doesnt matter, i hope you enjoy it.
and for anyone wondering, yes i still have some stuff in my inbox which im getting into, i am now medicated for my adhd so hopefully ill get everyone's reqs done soon <3
Arthur x Reader Drabble: Hair Pats :3
It had been a long day. Yawning, you dragged your feet along the corridors of the mansion, almost tripping over yourself in exhaustion. All you could think about was your bed, and you could hear your soft sheets and fluffy pillows calling out to you. You'd already discarded your shoes - they had a slight heel, nothing too extreme, but just enough to have your feet pulsing by the end of your chores. Your hair was let down too, the ribbon that kept it out of your face tucked into your pocket.
The corridor was dark, with a handful of candles illuminating your way in the evening twilight. But as you passed the many carved doors, one was cracked open and shined a light through the opening. You rubbed your eyes and took a peek. It was Arthur's room, and you wondered what he could be up to. You kept your fingers crossed you wouldn't intrude on an unsavory scene, but thankfully all you were faced with was the writer' form, slumped over the paper and ink on his table. You smiled softly and gently knocked on the door. Arthur perked up at the sound, his tired, eyebag-adorned face lighting up.
You walked up to the man. It had been clear to everyone you both pined for eachother, but were too insecure to admit it. His glasses sat slightly crooked on his face. You extended your fingers to put them right. Arthur lifted his hand to cover yours and smiled up at you, his cheek pressing into your touch. How your heart didn't melt was a wonder even to you.
"What are you doing with those shoes, love?"
Your cheeks heated up slightly.
"Well, if you must ask. I ripped them off of me as soon as I finished work. They're so uncomfortable"
Arthur raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "It's just the lot of us in the mansion. We wouldn't mind, even if you ran around barefoot."
"As if, Sebastian would have my head for it."
Arthur gave a chuckle. He looked and sounded so, so tired.
"Arthur," you pleaded, "have some rest. I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"
As you turned to leave, his grip on your hand tightened.
"No...stay." You gave him a look of dissaproval. He grinned. "No funny business, I promise."
You gave an exaggerated sigh, but complied. How could you not? The way he looked at you with those eyes of his would have you crawling through the pits of hell if he asked. You laboriously sat on the floor beside his chair, setting your shoes down. It wasn't the first time you'd kept him company while he worked, but you hadn't the energy to stand in your state. As you continued to hold his hand, you slowly started dozing off, your head tipping to the side. Without even knowing it, your eyes were closed and you were essentially resting your cheek in his lap.
Half conscious, you felt a gentle hand rake through your hair. You could barely feel it, but you relaxed into the touch as your breaths evened out. Your eyes cracked open to find Arthur had let go of you, and was now using his free hand to twirl and pat your hair while he worked. A warmth bubbled up in your chest. It felt so lovely you could hardly bear it. Alas, you were not complaining. Not in the slightest. Arthur's thigh provided a comfortable head rest, and his hand in your hair was just what you needed to relax you completely.
Arthur grazed over your neck, to your ear then back to the top of your head, taking a strand and letting it run through his nimble fingers. You hadn't realised he had stopped writing until he whispered, barely heard:
"You're beautiful."
You tilted your gaze upwards to find him looking at you, a soft smile of adoration on his lips. You closed your eyes again, leaning into him more. He continued to stroke your hair, and even after you fell asleep, he didn't dare move. He spent the night in the chair, head down with his hand still tangled in your locks. He woke up with a sore ass and drool all over his work. Anything for you, though.
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Yuh okay hope u like it 👍 im at work rn so ill come back and fix any mistakes if i find them
