Take Your Joy (WHF x Reader)

Chapter 4: The Old Train Station

Some of you were asking for this shit to continue. I'm surprised myself, seeing how cringy it is. But oh well, here's some more cringe for ya binge.

-Arthur's POV-

I've never caught a girl a before today, women were hard to get back then and even more so now. So I should be grateful for something like this, the day where I finally get the girl, no effort. But that's just metaphorical, what I'm experiencing now is more physically literal and admittedly more painful. I never figured that someone so petite would also be as heavy as TWO WHOLE BODIES! As soon as (Y/N) landed in my arms; or rather my head, I felt my whole body crumble to the ground under the unprecedented weight. I groan as she sits on my ribs, seemingly in a better position than I am right now.

"Oww...I didn't think this through enough."

"Ya think? You literally just tried to catch a whole person."

"I mean I didn't expect you to be this bloody heavy!"

"Hey! I know I'm packing a few pounds, but I'm not THAT heavy!"

"Ok, I'm sorry, but do you mind not crushing my back!"

"Oop! Sorry!" And the wieght is lifted from me.

My back cracks as I stand. "Trying to give me a busted spleen?"

"Trying to give me busted ass? At least you were kind enough to give me a mattr-UUGH!" She yells in disgust at the dead man she accidently stepped on, kicking away a nearby torch light in her scramble to get away.

I couldn't help but smirk at her misfortune, moving  to pick up the flashlight. "Mind your feet."

She moves closer to me and clutches my arm to get further away from the body. "Where the heck did we fall to anyway?"

Shining the light around the room, it appears we have fallen into a dark, dusty storage department. The once well used department for things lost and found is now resident to bugs and critters. As well as the toys the had lost their owners in the tragedy.

"The train station, or rather what's left of it." Looking around for anything that could be useful, I begin to scrounge around for materials.

Picking the locks of the desks; they only have minor items like duct tape and loose screws, but will be helpful for future needs. Our way to the tracks is blocked by a grate. It won't open unless the powers on. I turn the wheel on the still working generator nearby. Let there be light. And the lights flicker on bringing warmth to cold, dark room. But door still won't open. Probably has something to do with the C lever being missing. I'll take a look-

"Always. Do. Be. Careful." Bloody hell! I didn't even know (Y/N) was that close. Nearly made me jump out of my skin. "Well that acronym sucks."

"Yes well, as much as it sucks, it works to keep the workers safe, sometimes." I head to the back room of parts and service and come back out with the lever.

I make note of (Y/N) who's been shuffling around the room, picking through the toys. "Either this place has a lot of kids, or a lot of kids are losing a lot of stuff."

A heartache pulls at my strings. "Probably...its either-or. Children can be clumsy."

"Heh, ya think? My mother once said that children can be as dumb as rocks sometimes."

"I remember when Percy would misplace the wooden soldiers." I chuckle as I put in the new lever.

A fond memory, one I've never remembered in such a long time. Percy would come to me or mum wondering where "Colonel Jacobys" went. Only to find the colonel laying under his pillow. Whenever I was tired of my "Private Dubar" losing, sometimes I'd be the one to hide it.