#tiny arthur

Since I'm chronically a disorganised mess, I'm making a Masterpost of my attempts at writing. Long explanation shortened - saw someone's fan fiction. Liked it. Started writing my own. This is it. Mostly derping around...as you can tell with the snow puns in the titles.

Ideas are welcome

Chapter 1 - That's Snow Way to Go

Chapter 2 - Hurt Snow Good

Chapter 3 - No Business Like Snow Business

Chapter 4 - Snow Idea What I'm Doing

Chapter 5 - Snow Worries

Chapter 6 - Time Waits For Snow Man

Chapter 7 - Snow More Mountains

Bonus 1 - Tiny Arthur

Bonus 2 - Button

Summary: Jack Shelby, keeper of erratic, careless men.

Part one here

Part two here

@gaytommyshelby

"Jack? Are you asleep?"

The creaking of his bedroom door wakes him up fully, but the flashes of lightning and distant rumbling of thunder had kept him from truly falling asleep. Instead, he'd been caught in that place between slumber and alertness, until the sound of small feet stepping towards his bed had him rolling over.

"What are you doing awake?"

In the dim light of the lamp sitting on the table beside his bed, still shining because he'd been too exhausted to turn it off, he watches Arthur standing in the doorway, holding Jack's old stuffed bear in his hands so tightly that his knuckles have turned white. The answer to his question comes when the crack of lightning makes Arthur flinch and squeeze the bear to his chest.

"I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

Jack almost smiles. Isn't that just like Arthur, to disguise his own fear as something else entirely, to avoid admitting that there's anything he's afraid of. It's not the first time this has happened, and he's pretty sure it won't be the last.

"I think I'd feel better if you slept in here with me. Do you think you could do that for me?"

Arthur nods emphatically and makes a bit too much noise for the late hour when almost knocks the table over in his haste to get under the thin covers, hunkering down into Jack's side, still clutching the teddy bear. It's a bit of a squash, trying to find a spot where Arthur's elbows aren't jabbing him, but it's easy enough to manage. Arthur is still small, hasn't hit his growth spurt yet, and Jack almost wishes he never would. Everything would be easier, if his brothers stayed the way they were, small and easy to protect.

"Do you need me to stay awake with you?"

Arthur's voice is low, his boy half asleep already, and it's hard to keep the smile off his face when he says "I think I'll be okay, you get some sleep, Art."

"Okay. Love you, Jack."

"Love you too, Arthur."

When he wakes up, Arthur has rolled over and the bear is squashed between them, Arthur's arm thrown over it and his fist curling into the sweater that Jack wears to bed when the cold weather creeps in. Carefully, so he doesn't wake up, Jack brushes the hair back from Arthur's face and watches him for a few minutes. The bruises on his face are faint, almost gone but still there if you know where to look. A gift from their father, in his drunken rage that Jack hadn't been around to stop.

the caffeine content is too high for tiny arthur :(

ME AND MY BOY NOAH