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wildlcck · 11 months ago

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❛ little jack marston... ❜ she pats both his shoulders with a wide and warm, disbelieving grin, holding him in place by his upper arms for a moment to get a better look at him (and the scratch on that strangely familiar jacket of his). it's like she's holding the past in her hands. ❛ 'course, you ain't so little now. last i saw you, you was barely knee high to a grasshopper. when i first laid eyes on you here, i thought my mind was playin' tricks on me. why, you're the spittin' image of your daddy. but, you got your mama's looks, too. ❜ her smile falters a little at that. ❛ your ma an' pa... they was good people. they was always real good to me. i wish i knew what to say... or how to damn well say it. ❜ of course, she'd say say nothing of the tears that stained the pages which brought the news. or the sleepless nights. nor the restless days. didn't feel like they were her tears to cry. she reaches out an uncertain hand, settling on patting his forearm and clearing her throat. ❛ but, now... well, now i think you look just about the right age to do some drinkin' an' catchin' up with an old family friend. i feel it's only right i give you some warnin', kid- you might have a few years on me. but, i will drink you under the table. or, maybe we could get us some grub- get you fed up. you're built like the side of a dollar bill. ❜ she signals to the barkeep and speaks with him briefly, downing a shot of whiskey from the tray he soon brings them. ❛ so, tell me, jack. what brings you down these parts? just what are you doin' with yerself these days, now that yer grown? what, uh... what about the ranch? ❜ another shot. ❛ i remember your mama sayin' somethin' about you wantin' to be a lawyer or a lawman or somethin'? i remember you bein' quite the storyteller or storywriter too, back in the day. you still writin' stories? can't imagine you'd be short of one or two. ❜

Finding Miss Adler wasn't that hard. He'd heard she was down South, so South he went. She was a bounty hunter, he remembered that much from the time she stopped by Beecher's Hope and asked his Pa and Charles to ride with her, they was going to find Micah. His Ma had been against it but John went anyway, he now knew he felt like he owed it to Arthur to put Micah down. Jack couldn't judge his Pa, he had the same plans for Ross. Evil son of a bitch he was.

It'd been a few days, then weeks of riding, but leave it to Jack to be able to make a fool of himself when meeting her for the first time in years. He'd gotten into a gunfight, bullet had grazed his jacket... ARTHUR'S JACKET. One of the precious few things he had left of his family, he was more annoyed than anything. He'd have to sew it back together. At least he was decent with a thread and needle.

@wildlcck. ❝ you alright? you’re not hurt, are you? ❞

Her voice was familiar. Like a half-forgotten dream, it was. He looked up at her from his spot in a nearby saloon where he was busy patching up the jacket. He gave her a half-smile and nodded. "This? Don't worry 'bout it, Miss Adler—just a scratch. I'm Jack Marston. You knew my Pa." Best to get the introductions out of the way. It'd been seven years, he'd changed a lot in those years.

And yet, she was still Miss Adler. Couldn't bring himself to call her Sadie. His Ma insisted on proper manners, and so had Dutch and Uncle Hosea, or at least that's what he remembered.

#oh my heart #the aunt jumped OUT #i'm thinkin maybe s wrote abigail and john and kept in touch w the marstons?#i kind of adore the idea of them sending pictures to each other of their new lives #and sadie's being so chaotic w little to no context #ranging from #'hera says howdy'#to 'ran into this feller the other day'#and it's this just this pic of a big ass grizzly sksk #blcsscdson #tbt

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allzelemonz · 2 years ago

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Warm Welcome: Micah Bell X Gender Neutral Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Reference to sex Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, reunited, post-Guarma, mentions of cannon character deaths, confessions of love Summary: Micah is the first to find the group after Guarma and he’s been thinking about you for weeks.

When news hit that the robbery went bad you weren’t completely surprised. You and Sadie got everyone out of camp as quickly as possible, finding Charles and a new home. Sadie left a note behind, coded so only one of you would understand it. Between Abigail and Charles’ accounts of the job everyone pieces things together. Whispers circulate as people try to figure out why things really went wrong. Dutch, Javier, Micah, Bill, and Arthur are central parts of the group and are sorely missed. Getting the bodies of your fallen friends would have been much easier with the others here, but you manage.

Just as things really start to look bleak and people are starting to lose hope, you spot something in the distance. You’ve taken the late watch for the past few days, finding peace it it despite the creepy nature surrounding you. Nothing is ever there, nothing of note. But tonight there is a rider on the path. A lone rider coming into camp and you’re the only one awake.

You raise your rifle. “Who’s there?”

The rider stops a few yards from you, dismounting. “Now is that any way to greet your ol’ pal Micah?”

He walks into the light of the lanterns. It is, in fact, Micah. His face is sunburnt, his hair is dried out, and his clothes are ragged, but it’s Micah.

“You’re alive?” You say, lowering your rifle. “What happened?”

He sighs. “I was gone for weeks and all you got is questions?”

“Welcome back, Micah.” You say, mockingly. “Where the hell were you?”

“Ya really know how ta charm a fella.” He says, stepping closer. “We was stuck on an island, nearly died.”

“We found Lenny and Hosea, is everyone else okay?”

“They’re fine.” He clears his throat. “Ya know, cowpoke, all that time got me thinkin’.”

“Don’t you want to go see everyone?” You ask. “Nevermind, I know you don’t care.”

He chuckles. “There’s only one thing I been thinkin’ about since I washed up on that island.”

You shoulder your rifle, giving him a curious look. He steps forward, further into the light, and you can see more of his rough state. His shirt is halfway buttoned and the skin underneath is settling into a tan as the sunburn peels away. He looks worse than you’ve ever seen him.

“Jeez, Micah.” You sigh. “You okay?”

“I will be in a minute, Darlin’.”

He closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours, his hands cupping your face and holding you in place. His lips are chapped, badly, and his hands are tough with calluses. He leans into the kiss, putting all of that pent up thought from his time on the island into it. He only lets you go once he needs to breathe, holding your forehead against his as you both take much needed breaths.

“That was a much better welcome, cowpoke.” He presses a short kiss to your lips and hums as he lets his hands fall to his sides.

“That’s all you could think about?”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a few steps back. “Oh, I thought about plenty more, but we got time for all that later.”

It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts and refocus. “I’ll, uh, I’ll show you where they put your stuff.”

You turn and walk towards the main house, tip-toeing around the others to grab Micah’s bag and a cup of water. He takes the water from you first, chugging it with a sigh. You hand him the bag and he takes it, opening it right away to get at his hat which he places on his head.

“The washing barrel is around the corner.” You say. “You wanna see the others or do you still not care?”

He chuckles, digging through the bag for his usual clothes. “I’d much rather stay out here with you, Darlin’.”

A shiver goes through you. “Just don’t distract me from watch.”

He steps closer and presses his lips to yours again. “I ain’t promisin’ anything, darlin’.”

You steady your breath as he steps away and disappears around the corner towards the washing barrel. The relief finally comes over you, knowing that your friends are alive and on their way home. Things might finally get back on track.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x gender neutral reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x gender neutral reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader

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pinkysberg · 1 year ago

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It makes me crazy when people say that Sadie's arc does not link back to the theme of no glory revenge. she did not get her revenge then have a happy ending, she ended the game alone and unable to connect with anyone even her friends and saying she wanted to die, and we don't know what happened to her after that. At least Arthur was remembered.

(not a knock personally against your post I just I spend a lot of time watching RDR lore videos on youtube a lot of people in the comments do not understand the characters or themes of this story and it drives me crazyyyy. and yeah your Sadie post got me thinkin)

love your Dutch video btw. your name is funny bc I have a horse in RDR2 named pinky haha💖

my post was very much a joke but yes i agree. a lot of ppl seem to think sadie betrays the themes the game sets forth about revenge and i sincerely disagree. my joke was more i think she should be allowed to get revenge without being criticized lol (one: bc her reasoning is more than fair, but two: shes a girl hehe) anyway, you're right she ends her arc in rdr2 in a significantly worse place than she starts and i also argue she's almost perfectly set up for a redemption arc and wouldn't be shocked at all if a new red dead project focused on her. and would welcome it!

#ask

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blaithnne · 2 years ago

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If Hilda season 3 involves Johanna getting back together with Hilda’s biological dad I think it’ll be over for me. Sadie dead thousands injured

#I grew up never knowing my bio dad so this plot point is verrryyyy close to my heart lol #IM VERY ANXIOUS ABOUT IT #textpost #hilda #Sadie thinkin

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eisforeidolon · 2 years ago

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Q: When you have to get into character, like a crying scene, like when Dean's crying on the rock because spoiler alert Mary dies -

Jared: Wow!

Jensen: Wait, when I'm what? When Dean's crying on the rock? [fan repeats] Oh, yeahyeahyeahyeah. [pause] Right.

Q: How do you get into - both of you - how do you get into that character - or, not character, like zone, I guess? Into that crying role? And then when it's over, are you like, [fake tough voice] 'I'm ready to go fight somebody', are you in the feels all day after?

Jensen: Yeah, that's how I am in real life. I'll watch a - a commercial and I'll be like [exaggerated distressed inhale, gets up and walks off], 'I wanna go fight somebody!' No, I just go to the bathroom for some tissue.

Jared: I just think of the saddest moment of my life. No, I think he and I are similar. One of my least favorite things I can see on a script is stage direction saying they break down, or they cry. Or something. And so many scenes in Supernatural - I can't necessarily name one right now - but so many scenes that didn't say Dean cries or Sam cries or Dean breaks down or Sam breaks down? We did, you know? And so many scenes also, vice versa, say Sam sheds a tear, Dean breaks down - it just didn't, it didn't feel right? So we just kind of - I think we just let the scenes happen? I feel like as the seasons progressed, when we get to like 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and so on and so forth? [points to baby crying in audience] You feel me! I feel like it was just one of those things where we'd do a scene and we'd rehearse it and be like, 'Oh, wow! That felt more powerful than I anticipated looking at the page.' [Jensen nods] So then you get to set and one of the characters kinda breaks down a little bit - okay, go with it! And vice versa. It'd be a really sadly written scene where they're talking about loss or fear or something, but it didn't feel like the characters would approach it with sadness as much as frustration? So it's - I think by - pretty quickly we had a pretty good idea of who Sam and Dean were, and then as the show progressed, the writers kind of wrote Sam and Dean to Jared and Jensen, and so they trusted us with like, 'Hey if this is a scene where y'all make a joke, we're not gonna write Dean says kiddingly yadda yadda or Sam says, you know, emotionally yadda yadda. They just kinda wrote our dialogue. And, like, y'all do y'all's thing! So I feel like that's more how I approach it.

Jensen: There's also a large capacity of confidence within the character that we have as actors. [Jared: Right.] And I mean I - to brag on him a bit [hits Jared's knee] - I remember watching him, cause in the first season, a little episode called Heart. Sam loses - what was her name? [Audience: Madison!] Madison! Yeah, and has a really, y'know, emotional scene. And Jared really got into a headspace that day, and I remember watching him on set and he was - I mean, just in a corner, just like sittin on the floor, just kinda rocking. And these lighting setups can take half hour, forty five minutes sometimes. And he was staying in this emotional - you can't do that for ten hours a day. [Jared shakes his head no.] And I remember asking him, I was like, 'Dude, what are you thinkin about?' And he was like, 'I'm thinking about my dog Sadie dying.' And that's, that's - and I mean, my God, like how emotionally taxing that must have been for him to do that for several hours, just to stay in an emotional state so that when they yelled action, he could shed tears. And -

Jared: That was the last time I did that.

Jensen: That was the last time he did it. And I watched him as not just as a scene partner and a friend, but I got to watch him as an audience member and see Jared figure out a way to tell Sam's story through actual emotion that he had for the character. And so when we got to season 15 and we had that barn scene, those weren't two actors thinking about something else that made them emotional so that they could put on an emotional face for their character. These were two actors who were so deeply invested and confident in their character that all we had to think about was Dean dying and Sam losing his brother. And the tears, and the emotion, just kind of swept us up. So yeah, it evolved over the course of the show. And getting out of it when they yelled cut? Sometimes - you know, you're essentially tricking your body into thinking that something horrible is happening? And your body is reacting by -

Jared: Your body doesn't know.

Jensen: Your body is - I remember, there were several times but I remember the one time when I was recounting Dean's experience in hell to Sam and they yelled cut and I had to walk away, because my body was shaking, because my body was thinking that I was going through something very traumatic. And it's interesting because those leave little scars on your heart. Those leave little impressions on your soul, because your body reacted to what they thought were real. And even though we knew in our brain it wasn't - we went through that process, physically. And so yeah, I had to go and walk that off because I couldn't stop - the tears just kept coming and my body was shaking and I was like [exaggerated blinking, shaking out his hands]. And so, you know.

Q: So you weren't ready to go fight anybody after?

Jared: He would've.

Jensen: Yeah, you know, I went and boxed a tree.

Jared: And we're not, like, woo-woo guys. We're southern. We're both Texans, born and bred [audience cheers] - yeah, thank you. The idea that someone's like, 'Oh, well if you do a crying scene you're gonna go home and you're gonna feel exhausted cause your body was just crying.' I'm like [loud scoffing noise]. Surrrre. Like I'm acting, I memorized the lines. But it's legit. Having done it now for 23 years, done 450 episodes of television? Yeah, you do a scene where everybody's having a good time and riding horses or laughing or joking or you're - nutcracker whatever? You gotta go home and you're laughing. You feel like you should invite friends. You do a scene where someone's, where your brother is dying? I slept for days after we shot that barn sequence. I just had no energy, I had no dopamine in my body. And I was like, this is really weird, I slept eight hours last night, I never sleep eight hours, why can I not get out of bed to go to the bathroom or whatever?

Jensen: It's strange that an emotional scene is more physically taxing on you than a day of fight scenes. It's strange but it just is, it's coming from within and it just exhausts you.

Jared: Yeah, yeah.

Jensen: It's also one of those things - just like a day of fight scenes - where at the end of it? Man, you really feel like you hung your hat on that day. Like I put in the work today. [Jared nods along and mouths yeah and same] Like I felt that, and that's always a good feeling when you know you - when you feel like you really delivered.

#SPNATL 2023 #J2 main panel #long post

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wildlcck · 6 months ago

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THE ANGEL THAT IS SUNSHINE (@soughtserenity): Sadie did you ever want kids before everything happened or were you and your Jake happy with things just as they were ?

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the shot glass from earlier lies empty, long abandoned now. she's started helping herself to some generous sips from the bottle instead- one. then, another. ❛ we thought about it. talked about it. we tried our fair share o' times. but... it wa'n't on the cards for us. ❜ lighting a cig with a small, faltering, faraway smile (one of the few she knows now). ❛ i know he woulda loved bein' a daddy, my jakey. he never did say all that much about it. he always said i was all the world he was ever gonna want or need. that our little world, this life of ours we was buildin' together... that was big enough, more than enough, for him. but, he thought about it. i know he did. i knew what he was thinkin', what was on his mind... without him sayin' nothin'. always did. ❜ she can remember fretting something fierce about it. 'cause they'd have this other mouth or mouths to feed and care for on their hands. and how would any kid of hers, with her having this cold stone for a heart, who'd come from a woman like her momma, who'd come from a momma like hers before her be any different? how could she or they be anything other than cold- hard? then, feeling some relief. a little sadness somewhere, too. for him. maybe some for herself. she did get to wondering. thinking if maybe she, if they, couldn't do it different. so, maybe she wasn't the mothering kind. but, in a warm, loving house, a home, with a man who's all love and heart? it could be different. they could do it different. so, she'd started thinking and they'd started talking about a stubborn-hearted, wild thing of a girl running 'round, one with unruly blonde hair. just like her. playing to her and teaching silly old nursery rhymes on the harmonica. or maybe a boy, with his kind eyes and heart. them reading to him and him always with his head stuck in some book. how different it'd be. she lost track of the tries, eventually. stopped counting, talking or wanting about it. got a little angry. a little sad maybe, too. she never did like having nothing taken from her, taken out of her hands. she always wanted to not want something. or to want to. then, she came across that little lopsided donkey-horse again, tucked away someplace, a little dusty now. the one he'd been trying to carve for what seemed like forever (she'd picked splinter after splinter out of his hands- he never was all that handy or practical, her jake). she was always saying how it looked more like an ass. he always laughed at that. but, he was determined, all right. he told her he was gonna make a whole ranch, even if it killed him (and his damn hands). how they'd learn their girl or boy all about theirs. how she could teach them to ride someday. one night, when they was doing the washing up, she wanted to tell him how she loved that stupid little horse. and him. about everything and all the nothing. then, a plate slipped from her hands. and then, she wanted nothing more than to break, to shatter them one after the other. so, she did, sobbing or screaming or something in between the two. he didn't say a word, her jake. just tended gently to her bloodied hands, all ridden with cuts. wiped carefully at the tears. held her in his warm, loving arms. he didn't say nothing when she replaced the plates a day or so later. just held her a little tighter at night, in the dark and quiet. ❛ he woulda made a great daddy, ma jake. the best. ❜

#sUNSHINE.#MY ONLY SUNSHINE #i cannot thank you enough for this and for allowing me to go a lil (or a lot!!) more in depth about this #i've been thinking about it for so long and wanted to jot down something for it for forever #thank you so much for this and for you my lovely <3<3 #soughtserenity #[ hc. ]#pregnancy tw

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forbiddenwestern · 6 months ago

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all the ppl hc’ing sadie adler as a lesbian got me thinkin about when ppl did that to me bc I was afab and masc and they never believed I could like men bc of that (like sadie obviously loves jakey in the same way I love my boyfriend, I genuinely dk how anyone can doubt that unless theyve never had reciprocated love) like ppl never consider egg headcanons bc they like to pretend trans ppl don’t exist and make every masc afab person a lesbian to erase us (so fkn typical for trans men esp ones who like men like we can never ever escape erasure) but sadie’s a whole egg to me. every typical transmasc trait in a person but ppl read it as butchy bc they are unacquainted with trans men and we make them uncomfortable bc how dare a pussy haver possess masculine traits but be too defiant to accept simple tomboyism. like the phenomenon of ‘we lost a lesbian’ about elliot page, they trivialize what we’re actually like to reduce us to our genitals so they dont gotta question too much if they think we’re hot as a girl. and u can be afab and edgy and still like men idk why so many people have gotta pretend like thats impossible

#sadie adler #shes unquestionably bisexual tho in my mind

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fandomficsnstuff · 1 month ago

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Redemption For All - 17

(Warnings: FLUFF, fluff everywhere! Fluff for you, fluff for your family, fluff for your friends, everybody gets fluff!<3)

Notes: I do NOT speak spanish but I think it is a very beautiful language and sadly all I can say in spanish is ‘I can’t speak spanish’, so I used google translate, sorry. Some words are in Italic, which is the translated words, and others are just straight up spanish.

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Arthur’s large hand felt like a blissful anchor on her belly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the growing bulge, his eyes trained on it as he sat near her stomach. He’d told her about Isaac, briefly, he’d told her about how he found them, what happened… it still left him shell shocked that she stayed with him after hearing that, how he failed to protect them... She knew what kind of man he was, what their life would be, and still she said yes to marrying him and now she was carrying his child. A part of him hoped it was a girl… he’d like that… he could picture the baby as a little girl. He wondered if she’d have his hair or Leah’s. Maybe she’d have his hair but Leah’s eyes, those beautiful green orbs. No matter what, he’d be there for this baby, and Leah. He’d be there for them both, no shortcuts, no delays, they came first and always would. He was already thinking about names when he felt her stir, his eyes moving up to Leah to find her looking down at him, a smile on her lips “you’re adorable” she mumbled, still half-asleep, yawning tiredly, stretching her arms above her head before looking out the nearby window. It’d been two weeks since she told him, which put her around three months now, the bulge a little more noticeable through her clothes, already causing some irritation for her due to her pants not accommodating the new size.

“I was thinkin’, maybe you could go into Saint Denis and get somethin’ more… comfortable” he muttered, Leah raising a brow at him with a small smirk “without you?”

“I ain’t got no sense ‘bout that, sweetheart, ain’t got not sense ‘bout anythin’ to do with style or clothes” he admitted and Leah chuckled briefly “hmmm. I’ll go into Rhodes, it’s less expensive, and I’ll take Abigail with me-”

“And Sadie.”

“Why?”

“I’ve seen her with a gun, darlin’. She’d fight the devil, and win” Arthur pointed out with amusement and Leah rolled her eyes “fine, if she wants to, she can come with us” Leah decided and Arthur smirked at her, moving up further to kiss her gently, Leah enjoying the kiss, eagerly kissing him back. “So… I heard something about the bank in Saint Denis?”

“Oh, you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that, sweetheart-”

“I’ll always worry, Arthur” she pointed out with amusement before reaching a hand up, gently running it through his hair, Arthur turning to kiss her wrist and she smiled at the soft feeling. “Hey, I was wondering… maybe we should get our pictures taken?”

“You’d want that?”

“Yeah, I do…”

“Well, if it’ll make you happy” Arthur stated with an easy smirk and Leah chuckled, shaking her head “already spoiling me.”

“‘course I am” he teased, kissing her softly before leaning back, kissing her bump and getting up to get dressed, Leah watching the sight with a smirk. “I’ll go find Sadie. Maybe when you get back, we can go into Saint Denis to get our likeness taken” Arthur stated with a smirk over his shoulder, Leah sighing softly “unless Dutch has you running off somewhere on some job. Or Pearson sends you out to get food. Or Hosea needs your help scamming some idiots” Leah stated casually, giving Arthur a soft smile to silently let him know that she wasn’t complaining. “We’ll see if you’re free” she stated with a smirk and Arthur nodded, walking over while buttoning up his shirt, leaning down and kissing her before taking his hat and leaving, Leah humming quietly, enjoying the comforts of her bed for a while longer before getting ready for the day.

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Leah nervously shifted in the new clothes. It was more like what Sadie wore than anything the girls in camp wore. The shirt she wore was a soft cotton white, a soft corset tied gently around her waist underneath, held up by small straps over her shoulders, the last few top buttons undone on her shirt, the sleeves rolled up her arms, the ends tucked into the new pants she were wearing, they were loose and a light dirt brown, held up by dark leather suspenders. Her boots were more comfortable despite the small heel on the back, her clothes mimicking one of the boys, or Sadie, who had happily come along, already knowing where to find the clothes. “Well, look at you, Doc!” Saide called out when Leah walked out from the changing room, a smirk on her lips as she nodded to herself and looked down “I like it… it’s so much more comfortable than I thought” she admitted, looking down at herself and Sadie nodded, arms crossed over her chest with a smirk “damn right it is. What do you think, Abigail?”

“I think you look like a real outlaw now” she whispered with giddiness and Leah giggled, a grin on her lips as the girls both kept fussing over her, adjusting the smallest things while complimenting her, it felt nice… “alright now, let’s get you to Saint Denis!”

“What?”

“We’re meetin’ Arthur there, silly” Sadie revealed and Leah turned to Abigail who nodded with a smirk “c’mon, he’s waiting at that photo place. Can’t believe you’re ‘bout to have your picture taken!” Abigail revealed with amusement, sitting in the back of the wagon with Leah as Saide sat at the reins, steering them out of Rhodes and towards Saint Denis.

The trip was filled with laughs and jokes, making it seem much shorter than intended and suddenly they were outside the small shop, Sadie parking the wagon, the girls noticing Arthur’s horse and Leah grinned, almost jumping down the wagon, Abigail smiling at Sadie at Leah’s giddiness and joy. Leah peeked her head inside, looking around, the different screens set up for different backgrounds so that people could choose their background, everything from lake-side to desert plains, lush forests to sunny plains. “Ma’am, can I help you?” Leah turned around at the voice, the man raising his brows at her in an expecting way and Leah nervously fiddled with her fingers “I’m meeting someone here, his name is-”

“Ah! You must be Mrs. Kilgore!” he exclaimed, Leah hesitating before nodding with a forced smile “that I am. Uhm, where’s-... Mr. Kilgore?” she asked, the man gesturing to a room in the back “he’s just getting ready. Are you-... wearing… that?” he asked as politely as possible with his question and tone, Leah looking down at herself, Sadie stepping forward “Why? You think somethin’ wrong with what she’s wearin’?” she asked, the man blushing “no! No, no, of course not, it’s just… people usually chose to dress-”

“It’s in the back, Mr. ‘Kilgore’ took it with him” Abigail spoke up, Leah frowning at her but she just smirked. “Ah, that must’ve been what arrived in the-” he cleared his throat “yes, of course. Well, Mrs. Kilgore, you’re free to change if you want, your attire is in the second room to the left” he stated, going back to the old camera to set everything up and ready, Abigail and Sadie guiding Leah to a separate room, Leah’s eyes widening in shock at the dress that hung up and ready to be put on. “Did you really think I’d ever let you forget about that dress? I’d kill you to have it” Abigail half-joked, walking over to the dress to get it ready, Sadie smiling fondly at Leah “well go on then, ain’t no way I don’t get a chance to look at you in that dress” she half-joked, Leah letting out a shaky breath. At first, she’d been very hesitant, even loathing the dress and the evening she had to wear it, but after throwing up that night… after the idea of being pregnant came to her, while in that dress… it brought tears to her eyes. “We can leave and come back-”

“No. No I need help getting into that, there’s no way that I’m getting into that hellish thing on my own” she half-joked, Abigail and Sadie chuckling before helping Leah out of her current clothes and into the fancy ball gown, the jewelry laying nearby and while Sadie helped her put them on, Abigail began on her hair, but instead of pulling it up, she took the front of her hair and tied it softly at the back of her head, twisting the strands gently to create a rolling pattern, tugging them loose a little so that it didn’t look as tight and looked a little more natural and comfortable, a few hairs hanging around her face, framing it perfectly, her hair a little curly and wavy after being in braids for so long, every day and night. “I don’t have any makeup-”

“Good, you don’t need all that” Sadie stated with a smirk, Leah giving her a shy smile before nodding. There was a knock on the door, making Leah flinch but Abigail responded “we’re ready!” she called, opening the door for Leah, Sadie walking out and Leah was after her. In front of the camera stood Arthur, fiddling with the fancy suit he was wearing, standing near two chairs with a small round table in between them, the background a lake-side view with the sun shining on the horizon. “Ah, fantastic, you look absolutely stunning, Mrs. Kilgore!” the cameraman complimented, Leah’s cheeks turning dark with a blush and Arthur looked up, his eyes widening, neck, cheeks and the tip of his ears all turning red, his heart racing in his chest as his eyes moved over her figure. She looked just like that evening, except for her hair, and this time her face seemed more… natural. No blush, nothing on her lips or her eyelashes. Just her. And on her left ring finger, the diamond ring that he’d bought her, sitting proudly there, announcing that she’d said yes. She wanted to marry him. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, by his side, through sickness and health, for good or for worse, she was with him. His wife.

“You look….”

“Dolled up?” Leah asked nervously as she approached, Arthur reaching out, greeting her and taking her gently by the hips, Leah placing her hands on his shoulders, admiring the suit he was in. It was the same from the night he came back after the poker game. “You look beautiful” Arthur corrected softly and in any other circumstance, she would’ve fake barfed from how sugar sweet it all was, but it felt different… good… It felt different in a good way when it was him. When it was her. When it was both of them. “Mr., Mrs. Kilgore? You ready to have your likeness taken?” the man asked, snapping them both out of their trance and Arthur cleared his throat, nodding as he stepped back a little, taking her hand “I am if she is” he stated politely and Leah smiled at him “I see now why you brought this dress with you. You look handsome, Mr. Kilgore” she stated the name teasingly and Arthur chuckled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck shyly “c’mon” he urged her closer, turning to the cameraman awkwardly “s-so, uh… how you want us?” he asked nervously and the man studied them, narrowing his eyes before humming “it’s up to the two of you. I could suggest a few poses but it will be your likeness, you have to be comfortable” the man advised and Arthur nodded, guiding Leah to the chair, moving to stand behind her awkwardly, a little off to the side, his body stiff and nervous “l-like this?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“No, but…” Arthur trailed off and Leah looked up at him, giving him a soft smile, Arthur looking down at her, his nerves fading and he smiled softly, their eyes locked, his hand on her shoulder and she lifted her hand, holding it tightly on her shoulder. Suddenly, there was a snapping sound, a flash of light and smoke rising from some sort of rod and holder, the picture taken and the man stepped back with a large grin “perfect!” he proclaimed and Leah blushed, smiling at the ground before getting an idea “can we take one more? One for each of us” she asked softly and the man nodded with a smile “of course, same as before, get comfortable” he suggested and Leah looked up at Arthur “maybe you could sit down? If you’re comfortable with it?”

“What ‘bout you?”

“I could stand-”

“Seems a bit… demeanin’” he muttered nervously, Leah grinning up at him “you’re just about the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t mind standing” she whispered with a smirk, already getting up, Arthur awkwardly sitting down on the chair, Leah taking his place, a little behind the chair and off to the side. “Good, good. Could you possibly place your hand on his shoulder?” the man behind the camera asked and Leah hesitantly did as told, her left hand on Arthur’s left shoulder, her right hand behind his back at the nape of his neck, just out of view of the camera, her fingers gently playing with the short strands, feeling Arthur relax under her hand at the small gesture. “Perfect, now, hold still…” there was a snap and a flash of light again, some smoke rising from the stick and the holder and the man walked around the camera again “magnificent! You two are honestly one of the most inspiring, genuine subjects I have ever worked with!”

“You’re just saying that because we’re paying” Arthur muttered jokingly and Leah chuckled, leaning down and kissed his temple before straightening up again. She looked at Abigail and Sadie, waving them over with a grin, the two women approaching awkwardly and Arthur got up from the chair, Leah frowning at him. “But-”

“It’s alright, darlin’” he whispered in that deep, raspy voice, making her nod with a grin, kissing him softly before turning to Sadie and Abigail, facing the camera “I ain’t ever thought I’d have my likeness taken, other than that one of the-... family” Abigail whispered with excitement, Sadie chuckling briefly “ain’t had my likeness taken since my wedding day…” she mumbled and Leah smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her and then an arm around Abigail. “To unlikely friendships” she stated softly, Abigail and Sadie mimicking her, wrapping their arms around her, the picture being taken and Leah giggled, holding up a finger “hold on” she hurried to the changing room with Abigail, a grin on her lips. Soon after, she emerged in the new clothes she’d bought this day, approaching the camera, taking place in front of it like before, in between Abigail and Sadie, holding them close as another picture was taken, Arthur watching from the sidelines. It didn’t seem like she knew that each photograph cost something but he didn’t have the heart, nor the will, to tell her, not when she smiled like that…

The whole way back from Saint Denis, Leah was fawning over the pictures, going through them with Abigail, Sadie driving the wagon with Arthur riding next to the wagon, a smile on his lips as he took note of how happy Leah seemed. She seemed more at ease in her new clothes, like she was meant to be wearing them all along, and not the clothes she had arrived in a little over a year ago. As they arrived at camp, Leah couldn’t wait to show the pictures to everyone, her glee shining out of her like a bright star and Arthur chuckled at her eagerness. “I ain’t never seen her like that” Sadie whispered, Abigail having already gone with Leah, Arthur just smiling at Leah “me neither… guess that means today wasn’t horrible” he joked and Sadie scoffed “you kiddin’? Look at her, she’s like a little kid waitin’ on Christmas” Sadie stated half-jokingly, Arthur chuckling as he saddled off, Sadie getting down from the wagon. “You really love her, don’t you?” Sadie asked softly as they walked towards the others, Arthur looking down with a smile before nodding, glancing at Sadie as she nodded. “I ain’t ever had a friend… I mean, one that I could tell everythin’ to, one I could go to with anythin’... that was always my Jake… but she… she’s my friend…”

“Yeah, she has that effect on people” Arthur half-joked and Sadie scoffed with amusement “so… you really believe her, ‘bout the whole… 1899 thing?”

“I do… her clothes, that weird light stick of hers, those doctor things in her bag, that bag of hers, the way she talks, acts, all the stuff she knows… it all seems like… like things that aren’t meant to happen yet” he admitted, Sadie watching Leah closely. She’d never seen someone be so… informal when getting their likeness taken, simply huddling together in front of the camera… and her clothes, the clothes she’d worn every day up until now, were strange to say the least. Her bag that no one quite seemed to know how to open, the way she carried herself, talked, acted. She was a female doctor, the things in that bag of hers too strange to make up as a fantasy…

“How’d she get here? She ain’t ever talked about it.” “She hasn’t talked about it with anyone, I think… she was out driving, something she calls a ‘car’... it ain’t a wagon, per say, but I suppose it’s a bit like it… it was snowin’ and at night, there was a deer in the road so she tried to drive around it to avoid hitting it, she crashed into a tree… hit her head… she says she walked some after getting that bag of hers but then passed out… me ‘n Charles found her out on the plains, cold as ice…” Arthur admitted with a frown, Sadie thinking it all over before nodding “well… she showed up for one reason or ‘nother… I ain’t one to believe in fate, but… there’s just somethin’ about her” Sadie admitted and Arthur chuckled again “she also has that effect on people” he stated and Sadie chuckled, nodding. “Alright now, go on, go to her” Sadie ordered and Arthur nodded, tipping his hat to her before walking over to Leah, wrapping an arm around her midsection, taking the picture she offered him of the two of them, leaning into his side as she looked at her own picture of them, the two other pictures under the one she was looking at now, no doubt next in line for the admiring.

#RDR2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan #Leah Riverra #Arthur x OC #Arthur Morgan x Leah Riverra #RDR2 fic #Red Dead Redemption 2 fanfic #Redemption For All

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