#implied lewthur

It was a ‘put my music and shuffle and then repeat the song it gave me so many times my brain started to melt while I drew a pic for it’ kind of night

Song 1

A/N: assjfkd!!!im so glad you like my writing so much!! hearing your words really inspires me to continue and makes me wanna do even better! so i really hope this is good enough sorry if it’s stupid ;w; and sorry for the wait!

Arthur knew he was the type of man who wouldn’t have the most recognizable face, a mundane human being one would pass by without so much as a quick glance.

Even when he joined the Mystery Skulls, he was always skimmed over. Not by everyone, but it hurt knowing it was his own friends that kept him on the sidelines. Of course, one of them was…Lewis. Big brave and strong and so beautiful Lewis who would protect everyone he cared about, even if that meant getting himself killed he was the hero Arthur always silently praised looked up to. He didn’t look at Arthur for a moment why did it have to be her he knew he loved him right?, no matter how many times the blonde tried to reach out for his warmth and love please give him at least a little PLEASE. That stung more than anything else in the whole wide world.

Even more than that purple spike that slid right through his che s t so per f cl y Y y o h oh God it hurts OH GOD I T HUR T S SO MUC H IT HU RTS –

To look for someone you cared about for so long, even though they never looked right back at you, and only to be treated in the most inhumane ways possible…A stab in the gut, even more so his chest…! The person he loved oh-so much Lewis why he loved him WHY DID HE DO IT fought back with feelings of hatred and so much flames and so, so much d e a t h so wrong so ugly so horrid. Even now those blood-hungry violet irises that were perfectly narrowed his way in that black scerla was burning into his mind’s vision it couldn’t be him IT JUST COULDN’T BE –

It was clear to him now that Lewis never cared about him. That Lewis always viewed him as the scum and shit and garbage that even he always thought of himself was. Every hope and dream he had that he would ever think otherwise with Lewis’ warm smile and beautiful words was too far gone. Lewis…God, Lewis, why did it have to be him…? He thought he was perfect. He thought Lewis was the most amazing person he had ever met on this godforsaken planet. But when it all came down to it. He was just a monster.

A monster.

–STER MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER MONSTER–

Just like that, Arthur rose above those golden infernoes, mixing as good as oil could with water within the remaining deadly purple flames. There was no flesh or skin left on his body – he too has succumbed into nothing but rage-driven bone and agony. Nothing and no one else mattered in this very moment except for him getting his hands on Lewis the bastard – the T R A I T O R he knew he had longed to be in the arms of before the last hour…His bright yellow eyes, filled with so much h a t e and p a i n and WHY stared down at Lewis, who in returned looked shocked, confused and scared not knowing what to do what to say or even where to run…

Well. Doesn’t this look like a familiar scene?

He heard the purple skeleton stammer, watched him back away from the cliff. “N-No wait w-wait A-Arthur I-I-I j-just –!”

Arthur couldn’t help but break out into laughter. So broken so full of despair and hatred laughter. If he still has tear ducts he’d cry out in agony wipe them away from cracking up so hard. “What’s the matter Lewis?! You got what you wanted, didn’t you?! DIDN’T YOU?!”

Fire sprouted throughout the cave, heat that could melt flesh off of the human body, almost engulfing Lewis in it entirely. But he was quick to move away – dammit of course! – This time his large arms around his huge body and he looked as if he was going to vomit, despite having no stomach. Faking, most likely. “I was WRONG! I th-thought I d-did but I d-d-didn’t even realize!! I fucked everything up!!! A-Arthur please I-I’m so sorry p-please just –”

No NO he didn’t want to hear it he was a LIAR. “You had PLENTY of time to think it over before you threw me into that fucking truck! IT’S TOO LATE FOR ANY KIND OF APOLOGY, YOU BASTARD!” He screeched, practically causing an earthquake through the area. Each syllable in his words was like a knife in Lewis’ non-existent ears, setting him on edge much closer than the cliff right below where Arthur was floating.

And speaking of which, he landed right in front of the other quicker than lightning, his hair now just flames that were lighting up the once dark cave, brighter than the sun and twice as blinding.

Lewis’ eyes only widened as Arthur made his way towards him, each step like a clock ticking to his eventual, true death. It was intriguing, because Arthur didn’t even know ghosts could hyperventilate…He was trying to scrounge up anything he could say the closer Arthur got, form shaking uncontrollably. “ARTHUR! I a-a-admit it, I’m a bastard! I-I am and a h-huge one and I d-d-deserve it, alright?! B-But can we please please t-talk about this first I-I –!”

Arthur didn’t even cut him off this time around. Lewis didn’t have anywhere else to run, he was met with a wall he didn’t even recognize was there. And the only thing he could look at was the angry, betrayed and so so tired and destroyed man right in front of him, hands lighting up with the flames he had erupted. Arthur was gone, he didn’t exist anymore. The only existence that was left of anything from him was his bloodlust, the want and need to rip everything away from Lewis Pepper.