#Arthur Morgan red dead redemption

[i-love-you-charles-smith]

Arthur Morgan fluffy hcs!

Warnings: None !!

A/n: Some Arthur Fluff for you hooligans (Orion loves you all don’t worry!)

~ This man is SWEET ON YOU !!! And it’s so obvious before he asks you to be his omfg

~ He’s going out for groceries for camp ?? You’re coming too silly !! Maybe he’ll buy you a lil something extra for coming along with him. Take the scenic route on the way back just to spend more time talking to you !!!

~ He loves listening to you talk, he likes hearing about your day and loves hearing what your likes and dislikes are.

~ But when he goes out on a dangerous mission, he’s looking for every excuse not to bring you, even when you know you’ll be fine he just can’t let his darling get hurt.

~ I can’t decide on what his love language would be, quality time or acts of service, but I’m leaning toward acts.

~ Asks you what you need help with around camp, whether it be chores or cooking, he’s happy to help you out a lil bit !!

~ But if you truly do want to do your chores yourself he won’t stop you. But once he’s finished with his own, he’ll watch you and watch you. Arthur will pull out his journal and begin to sketch !!!

~ Sean would peep over his shoulder and nearly called out to you to tell you what he was doing (like the ass he is.) but decided against it due to one or two hundred threats the Arthur.

~ God and all this is BEFORE he asks you to be his lover like get a room what the fart

~ But how would he ask you out…..

~ Honestly he didn’t have plan for this, just asked you if you’d like to join him for a night ride.

~ Staring at the stars as you rode, it was such a perfect night.

~ The only sound that was heard was the trotting of his horse,

“Darlin’,” Arthur began, his voice having an undeniable nervousness to it.

“I don’t really know how to say this, but- God, this is stupid. I been sweet on ya’ for, well, a while. I get it if you wouldn’t wanna go out with a man like me, I’m mean, I’m unattractive, I’m-“

You quickly cut him off, telling him that he isn’t what he says he is, and that of course you love him back ! After all how could you not be ? <3

All reblogs/likes are appreciated !! <3

[idyllghost]

RIP Arthur Morgan you would have loved nebuliser treatments

[rinkaywie]

What Have I Done?

Arthur Morgan x Gn!Reader

Warning: Angst.

An: I'm sorry.. also im so sorry if theres mistakes

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A child of the man who works for the law is dating an outlaw?! Being Milton's child was hard. You eventually escaped from him. May 19, 1886, the date you've joined tha Van Der Linde gang, full of outlaws. They didn't trust you at first, of course. They knew your father was Milton, a famous lawman.

It took over a year to gain their trust. But you did it by killing some other lawmen, and doing your best to help the gang. You eventually fell in love with one of the best guy in the gang. Arthur Morgan. He wasn't aware of your feelings. It took so goddamn long for him to open up to you and to trust you. But when he did, oh, your heart melted. The two of you started dating in 1895.

Now let's skip to 1899. The city bank robbery. As you were getting ready, someone chapped at the nape of your neck, making you unconscious.

A familiar laugh can be heard. "Sorry it took me so long." A chuckle. "They always had Arthur by their side so i couldn't get to them."

That voice... Could it be? That fucking bastard. Micah. Micah Bell. You've always hated him, never trusted him. His voice disgust you. He was always hitting on you. Luckily, you had Arthur by your side.

You felt so weak. You couldn't keep your eyes open... Why were you on the floor? Micah's talking to someone, someone familiar. Someone you haven't seen in a long time. Darkness again.

Finally opening your eyes. "Good to have you back." Oh no... "[Name]." Your father. You were still tied up and laying on the floor.

"I'll make you a deal." He said. "If you tell me where Dutch is. I'll set you free."

Dutch Van Der Linde... The founder of the gang. He was the one who started the gang, alongside with Hosea Matthews. They were the one who found you on the streets. Dutch took you because he knew you were related to Milton, he did that so he can scare Milton. But instead, you've joined the gang and they warmed up to you. Hosea was one of your favourites, he treated you like you were really a part of the family.

"I would never." You spat. "It's a trap. I know it. You'll never set me free even after i told you. And i will never do that. Besides, you have Micah on your side.

"Micah wouldn't tell me. Now, tell me where they are, and I'll set you free. I might even not hurt Dutch and his people. But if you don't, once i find them, I'll kill them in sight."

Your eyes widened. Speechless.

A kick on your stomach. You yelped in pain. "Stop." Your father said. "If you say so." Oh god. Micah. Your father simply didn't care about you. All he cared about was to capture Dutch Van Der Linde.

"Are you sure... You won't hurt anyone?" You asked.

"Not a soul."

"If you hurt them. I'll fucking tear you to pieces."

"Where's [Name]?" Your boyfriend asked. "Let's leave them for now, they might still be in camp. We dont have time to go look for them." Dutch said as he rode his horse faster. Arthur simply groaned but agreed.

"Dutch, get out here!" Your father yelled. He was holding Hosea, pointing a gun at him. You needed to act like you didn't care at all. Even though it broke your heart. Dutch and the others were still inside the Saint Denis City Bank.

Arthur and your eyes met. He was shock. Why were you with Milton? Did you rat them out? He looked so heart broken, making your heart shatter even more.

"Mr Milton... Let my friend go... Or folks... They are gonna get shot unnecessarily." Dutch yelled back.

"Your friend?" Your father asked, sarcastically. "HA! Why would i do that?"

"Come on, Milton!" Dutch yelled, annoyed. Panicked.

"It's over. No more bargains. No more deals."

"Mr. Milton... This is America. You can always cut a deal."

"I've given you enough chances." And with that. Your father let go of Hosea and... He shot him... No. NO. You were too frozen to move. The person, who cared about you, was killed by your own father. Your mouth opened, but before you could speak, a bullet ran through your arm. You looked up to see... Dutch pointing a gun at you.

You were pulled away by another lawman, preventing you from getting shot again.

"What have i done...?"

You were hiding inside a building, on the very top floor. And that's when you heard Arthur's voice. "Lenny... He's... He's dead!"

No... Not Lenny... Lenny Summers was your bestfriend. He was always there for you when you needed someone.

You peaked out of the window and saw the others running away, leaving Arthur all alone with Lenny's dead body. You took the opportunity to quickly pull Arthur inside.

"Hey!-" He yelled as he bit your hand. "Arthur! Fuck!" You yelped in pain as you unwrapped your arms around him.

"[Name]... I should've known..." His voice was so bitter. Where was his sweet voice?

Your eyes were full of fear. "A-Arthur... It's not what it looks l-like..." Your arms were in front of you, you slowly stepped back as Arthur slowly walked towards you.

"You are just like your father." The words that left his lips destroyed you. You've always hated your father. You couldn't keep the tears anymore, all of them started flowing down.

"I... I didn't m-mean to..."

"Tell me why i shouldn't kill you. Right. Fucking. Now." He rarely even swore. Your mouth hanged open but nothing came out of it.

"I guess we have an answer." He huffed. He grabbed his knife from his holster and stabbed you with it.

"A-Arthur..." You said as you fell backwards. That's when he realized what he has done. No... He already lost so many... He quickly fell on his knees next to you. Holding you close as tears were streaming down his face.

"What were you even thinking...?" He said. He didn't even know if he was saying that to him or to you.

You were already loosing so much blood. You used all of your left energy to get something out of your pocket. It was a letter. You gave it to Arthur before you take your last breath.

"Oh, Arthur. My beloved, Arthur.

Why did it come to this? As you're reading this, I'm probably dead. You didn't deserve any of this. I know I don't have the rights to apologise but I'm terribly sorry. My father told me he wouldn't hurt anyone. But it was obviously a lie. I did everything, but i had no choice. Me and Kieran are so alike. It took so long for us to gain your trust, because we came from your enemies. But in the end, we both died the same way. Killed by our own people. Oh, Arthur. I love you, truly. I'd do anything to go back in time just to be with you again. I'm truly sorry, my love."

More tears were streaming down his face. He was sniffling. "What have i done...?" He thought.

!Not My Gif!

[angiechia]

My situation rn

im to lazy to look up for references

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[drizzledrawings]

There’s a good man within you Arthur, but he is wrestling with a giant

[fshfish]

STOP THIRSTING FOR HIM IN MY REBLOGS!!!!!! he's like my daughter its grossing me outtttttttt

[jeanivere]

arthur morgan tiddies and tummy thats all im gonna say

[tiss-mushroom]

Time isn't healing

[ladysantos]

save a horse ride a cowgirl

[turboemmy]

[chaigirly]

Arthur Morgan

Don’t waste your time, go home ⬅️ Link

Preview ⤵️

Arthur hadn’t been expecting to meet the love of his life that night at the Saloon.

You were everything he ever wanted in a person, you were perfect in his eyes.

He sat next to you at the bar, you both flirting back and forth and having genuine conversations.

So when you suggested talking in a separate room alone, he followed you like a lost puppy.

One thing led to another, talking led to kissing, and you both laid exhausted on the plush bed in an unknown place.

You both were too drunk to care where you were or what you just did but Arthur couldn’t help but feel warmth in his chest as he gazed at you catching your breath next to him.

You catch his gaze and raise an eyebrow.

“What?” You question, a laugh in your voice.

“Nothing, you’re just pretty,” he murmurs, leaning up to kiss you tenderly.

Your eyebrows furrow and you pull away from the kiss, not wanting his feelings to grow more.

“We should probably leave,” you say as you get up and fix your clothes.

“You don’t want to stay a bit longer?” He asks, sitting up on the bed with his chest glistening with sweat. “What’s the hurry?”

“It was a fun night but I don’t wanna get too attached, it leads to too many unnecessary problems,” you reply, fixing your hair next.

His heart sinks as he looks away from you and down at the messed up sheets.

He clears his throat and nods.

“Uh- yeah you’re right.”

[bioluminesced]

you can run but you cant escape

[jinaxxo]

oh arthur...

[liimonadas]

so i've been playing a game

[drownthehatch]