#albert mason/reader

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By the way I may or may not have dropped an Epilogue part two on Wait For Me, the Albert/reader fic. 👀👀

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Until we meet again : Chapter 1

Pairing : TB!Arthur Morgan x Reader

Warning : MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAY THE GAME, major character dea•th, tuberculosis, angst, (tell me if I forgot some), reader but external POV

A/N : I wrote this a few months ago and finally decided to post it. I'm really proud of this chapter, my best work so far (imo). I first wrote it in French and mostly used Deepl to translate the text, and even if I re-read it, they may be some mistake so don't hesitate to tell me! This is not beta read. This is my first work for the Red Dead fandom and I hope it's good. Consider liking, rebloging or commenting if you like my work (and feel comfortable with that of course).

The atmosphere of Beaver Hollow was already being felt long before we arrived at the new camp. The area was dark, damp, stinking. It was as if it were haunted. Cursed. As for the cave, it was a concentration of all that, only worse. Once home to a local gang nicknamed The Rejects of Murfree, it bore indelible traces of the horrors it had harbored. The smell outside was unbearable, but inside was a vision of dread. Blood was visible from floor to ceiling, pieces of decomposing corpses smeared all the way down to its entrails. Impossible to settle inside.

Where just a few weeks earlier the gang had been celebrating their exit from the snowy mountains, and everyone was ready to give their all to make a new place a comfortable place to live, now there was no laughter to be heard. Not a smile was to be seen on any of the faces. Only whispers, distrust, fear and death reigned.

And Arthur… his coughing fits were becoming more violent, and more frequent. His skin was pale, contrasting with the blue of his eyes, which betrayed his illness and fatigue.

Outlawed, hunted by the Pinkertons or opposing gangs like the O'Driscolls, he'd been shot at many times. And yet, he was dying of tuberculosis. A fucking disease. After all, he'd probably earned it with the life he was leading… had led. His punishment for beating up Mr Downes. A good man, always ready to help others even though he didn't have much.

Arthur, who'd never done anything right. Or so he thought, but she was always there to remind him otherwise. After Mary, after Eliza, he never thought he'd fall in love again. Then she'd come along, and offered him more than he thought he deserved.

Arthur had met her while hunting. She was wearing a long white dress. At first, he thought he saw an angel. Then their eyes met. He saw the fear in her eyes and decided to put down his bow. He introduced himself and she gradually seemed to calm down. After a few minutes' silence, she finally told him her name. Her voice trembled, but she'd asked for his help: she was supposed to be getting married that very day to a man she'd never met. But what she was looking for was freedom.

She wanted to travel. To discover. To live. And Arthur had offered her all that. For five years, they'd been happy together. Arthur had even proposed to her while they were still in Blackwater. But they'd kept it a secret until things got better.

Unfortunately, the moment never arrived.

Micah was a traitor. And Dutch had blindly followed him, going so far as to question the words of John and Arthur. He'd rather believe a dangerous madman than those he considered his own sons.

Arthur should have left after the Blackwater massacre. Hosea had tried to warn him when they'd all fled to Colter. Or he should have let Micah hang at Strawberry. If only he'd been willing to open his eyes to what Dutch had become. To his true nature. If only.

But it was too late now, and there was no point in dwelling on the past. Now he had t o protect those who remained. Tilly had already taken Jack to safety. Abigail was safe thanks to him and Sadie, and the two women had left to join Tilly. Mary-Beth and Karen had probably escaped too. She was the only one left. And he knew exactly where she'd be safe.

He helped his young fiancée onto her mare, then settled down behind her. He wanted to smell her hair while he still could. He wanted to hold her close. However, time was running out and lingering was a luxury they couldn't afford. The person he was looking for was passing through the Annesburg area, but they'd better get moving fast. He nudged the horse's flank to move it forward, and whistled for the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings to follow.

The journey wasn't long, but it went by faster than he would have liked. A dilapidated house appeared in the distance. Arthur had exchanged a few letters with the man who had taken an interest in his bleak landscape, a man he had helped not long ago. He was standing outside, setting up his camera. His gaze wandered to them, and he soon recognized Arthur.

"Mr. Morgan! I'm so happy to see you again! As you may have noticed, I've given up taking pictures of wildlife. I'm now content with the magnificent landscapes" exclaimed Albert, warmly greeting the man who had helped and saved him on numerous occasions. But his familiar enthusiasm soon disappeared when he saw the young woman's tears and Arthur's sickly pallor. "What's the matter?" he asked worriedly, abandoning his camera.

"Mr. Mason, I need you to…" but Arthur was interrupted by a coughing fit causing him to cough up blood as he stepped to the ground. "I'm dying and I'd like you to take care of my fiancée."

The young woman tried to smile at Albert, but knowing that the man she loved would soon be leaving her was too much to bear. It dashed all memories, all hopes of a better life with her cowboy.

"I'm sorry I haven't written to inform you, but recent events haven't given me the opportunity," Arthur resumed after helping his beloved off his horse.

The tears continued to roll silently down the cheeks of the woman who was to become Mrs Morgan. She was silent now, staring into space.

"Mr Morgan…", Albert didn't know what to say. This kind man, who had come to his aid so many times, was going to die. He could see the sadness in the lovers' eyes. And Albert saw only one way he could do something for them: "Don't worry, I'll take care of mademoiselle."

Arthur was relieved: she would be safe. She would live. He turned to her: she seemed no more than a ghost. But she had to fight. For him. For her. For them.

"I love you, Princess," he began, taking her in his arms. "More than you can imagine. I wish I'd said it more often. I regret so many things. But I promise we'll meet again. Not in this life, unfortunately, but in another. I'll find you again."

"We… we… we didn't even have time to get married," she managed to articulate between sobs, the crying resuming in earnest following Arthur's words.

"It wasn't our time. Now you must stay with Albert. Live, princess. Do it for me. I'll always watch over you, but promise me you won't let yourself die."

"I… I promise, Arthur."

That was all he needed to hear. He had to go now. He had unfinished business with Micah, but also with Dutch.

The sun was setting as he rested his forehead against hers. His way of kissing her for the last time, wanting to avoid her contracting tuberculosis too. He squeezed her hands and heard her whisper "I love you, Arthur".

He gently let go of her hands and she kept her eyes closed, not wishing to watch him go. To tell the truth, she was so focused on remembering his scent, his laugh, his voice, that she didn't even hear him mount his mare and gallop away.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky had darkened. A storm was approaching. Arthur was gone. Only Albert remained, looking after the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings. He knew she wouldn't move immediately, but it was time to go. He'd better get back to the cabin he'd rented before nightfall.

"Mademoiselle, I'm sorry but we must leave now. Tomorrow we'll go to Rhodes, my house is close to the city."

"Of course," was all she could reply, her gaze fixed on the mountains.

The journey to the cabin Albert had reserved was silent. The storm was roaring in the distance. She held back from joining Arthur. But she had to keep her promise.

Without Arthur, life would be difficult. Her heart would be broken forever, but she had to try. And one day, they would be reunited. She had to believe that.

The rain finally came, falling on her cheeks and mingling with her tears. She couldn't stop thinking about all those mornings she'd wake up alone. She couldn't accept that he wasn't coming back. Ever.

"Mademoiselle?" Albert's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "We've arrived. You should try to eat something and get some sleep." He didn't know what to do or say.

She followed him silently. Inside, she sat by the window, where she could see the mountains near Beaver Hollow. Soon, she closed her eyes, tears still flowing.

Her mind took her to a river in the middle of the woods. The light wind gently moved the leaves on the trees. She was wearing a long white dress. A branch cracked, startling her. But it was only Arthur, wearing the hat he always wore and the blue shirt she loved so much.

"You're beautiful," he said, and she threw her arms around his neck. "Dance with me?" Was there an answer other than "yes"?

And, each immersed in the other's gaze, they danced. Without stopping, they talked about their future: having a ranch, raising horses, starting a family. A quiet life away from traitors and the Pinkertons. Just them.

"I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too, princesses," he replied, kissing her tenderly. A deer passed by them. Then nothing.

When she opened her eyes again, she knew Arthur was gone.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Albert and the young woman began their journey to Rhodes.

"I think you'll like Rhodes very much, mademoiselle. It's much quieter and warmer since the Gray and Braithwaite families, two rival families, entered… well, since they left."

The young woman smiled at the mention. It brought back memories that were certainly recent, but seemed so long ago. But her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared as she recalled Sean's death.

Then came Kieran's turn. Hosea. Lenny. Eagle Flies. John. And Arthur.

Sensing that she wouldn't talk any more than she had the day before, Albert decided to talk to her about anything and everything, in the hope of distracting her from the sadness that overwhelmed her, even if only for a few minutes.

"The landscape is also much brighter. Annesburg offers beautiful scenery, but it's a very dark, eerie area. Rhodes is nicer, warmer."

Albert was right: the further they got from Annesburg, the fresher the air seemed, the more colorful and welcoming the surroundings.

She glanced back one last time, to where Arthur had remained. Her heart sank. She felt she was abandoning him. But she had to stay strong.

Finally, Rhodes appeared before them as the sun tinted the sky orange, ready to give way to the moon.

"Miss, look!"

A majestic deer had stopped in the middle of the road, staring at them with its big dark eyes.

"It's the first time I've seen one approach like that. They're usually very frightened," Albert continued.

The deer approached the young woman and rested its muzzle against her leg. She gently touched its large antlers, then the animal moved away, disappearing among the trees.

"Goodbye, Arthur."

I hope you liked this first chapter!

[moderninfatuation]

Hello!

I am looking to improve my writing / creative thinking by writing x reader imagines and headcanons for the characters I like! I might also be interested in writing shorts if you provide a prompt that catches my attention. Other than that, I will reblog various fanworks that i find cool and that inspire me!

I want this blog to be male and/or gender neutral reader focused, which is why i wont be taking requests for female readers :(

Minors interacting with my nsfw posts will be blocked.

If youre interested, you can read below the cut for more details:

I will do...

- romantic, platonic or family dynamics/relations

- trans headcanons, otherwise queer headcanons

- both sfw and nsfw, various kinks included

- readerxcanon

... but I won't do...

- extreme kinks; I will generally reserve the right to deny a request if it includes a fetish/sexual scenario i dont want to write about

- incest and/or harmful paraphilia

- yandere reader/character and associated themes (kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, torture etc.)

... and i am currently writing for the following fandoms and characters:

RESIDENT EVIL:

- Ethan Winters

- Leon Kennedy

- Luis Serra

- Rebecca Chambers

- Albert Wesker

- Carlos Oliveira

- Ashley Graham

- Ingrid Hunnigan

SILENT HILL:

- Harry Mason

- James Sunderland

- Maria (SH2)

- Pyramid Head

LIKE A DRAGON / YAKUZA:

If you do want to make a request, please include some details such as readers gender/pronouns, setting/scenario and character it includes - the more the better :) thank you for reading!

- pretty much every noteworthy male character from y0 to y7 (including Ishin!), ask for the girls :) im including the judgement series in this as well.

My writing depicts my own interpretation of the characters - I cant promise a 100% accurate portrayal, but I will do my best to keep it somewhat faithful

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Books for National Coming Out Day

💜 Good evening, my beloved bookish bats. I know this is a little late, but I did not want to miss this opportunity to reach out. While most of you know I'm proudly bi & in a beautiful relationship with my best friend and soulmate, I'm actually not fully out. Coming out isn't the same experience for everyone. Sometimes it's exciting, sometimes terrifying. It can bring you closer to a found family while putting distance between you and blood. Everyone has their own story, and though they're not always easy to tell, they ARE all extremely important--both to us as humans and as readers. Some people don't come out until well into adulthood, and some know exactly how they identify from a young age.

💜 All that to say...I see you. Whether you're not ready to come out, don't feel safe to do so, or have been out for years and want to scream it to the rooftops, you're valid and loved. And I'm always here if you want to talk.

🌈 Books for National Coming Out Day ❤️ I Wish You All the Best - Mason Deaver 🧡 Heartstopper - Alice Oseman 💛 D'Vaughn & Kris Plan a Wedding - Chencia C. Higgins 💚 Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli 💙 The Henna Wars - Adiba Jaigirdar 💜 The Charm Offensive - Alison Cochrun ❤️ Astrid Parker Doesn't Fall - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 A Lady for a Duke - Alexis Hall 💛 The Pairing - Casey McQuiston 💙 Felix Ever After - Kacen Callender 💜 Juliet Takes a Breath - Gabby Rivera 🌈 Hani & Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating - Adiba Jaigirdar

[lgbtqreads]

any suggestions for queer books for a junior high school library? there's a book order coming up in december and i noticed my school is severely lacking in queer books so i need some ones to request. in particular, we're really lacking in books with transgender and/or bisexual main characters. (also, i'm in the south so books that have been targeted by bans may not be available here)

Absolutely yes. The ban-targeting is definitely a challenge (my Cool for the Summer is actually a great fit for this but may be an issue for that reason), but let’s see what we can do!

For trans main characters I think are a good fit for that age, try Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas, Zenobia July by Lisa Bunker, the graphic novel Cheer Up! by Crystal Frasier, Val Wise, and Oscar O. Jupiter, the upcoming graphic novel Girlmode by Magdalene Visaggio and Paulina Ganucheau (upcoming as in 3 weeks from now, so it’ll be out by December), Mask of Shadows by Linsey Miller (genderfluid MC), The Heartbreak Bakery by AR Capetta (agender MC, transmasc LI), The Passing Playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons, Spell Bound by FT Lukens (nonbinary MC), Most Ardently by Gabe Cole Novoa, I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver (nonbinary MC), Self Made Boys by Anna-Marie McLemore, and The Borrow a Boyfriend Club by Page Powars. (Those are all YA except Zenobia July, but I felt like that one might work for older tween readers in a way other titles might not, just because the MC’s a hacker, which is cool.)

For bi main characters, some of the above also fit (I Wish You All the Best and The Borrow a Boyfriend Club come to mind immediately), and also try Cool for the Summer, Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan, You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson, Wish You Weren’t Here by Erin Baldwin, Running With Lions by Julian Winters, Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli (Imogen is newer and great but not sure if college visits are as interesting to junior high students?), Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales, Hani & Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar, I’ll Be the One by Lyla Lee, The Disasters by MK England, the Emry Merlin series by Robyn Schneider, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, and They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera.

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W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters. 

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Detroit: Become Human

Chloe

Conner

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

RK900 (Nines)

Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacClean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

[plaguery]

born to look for heather mason fanart on the trending dead by daylight tag forced to see albert wesker x reader porn

[aliidarling]

✦ . master list! ⊹　 ❜ ᵎ

who i write for

- resident evil

- star wars

- the walking dead

- batverse

- ghostfaces

- dead by daylight killers

- slashers (80s, 90s, 2000s)

- jujutsu kaisen

- james sunderland , pyramid head, harry mason

i won’t write ageplay, incest, scat or piss kinks or wound fucking please! yandere, dubcon/cnc, knife play, and dark content is welcome. non con is a line i’d rather not cross unless it fits the character or fic !

i prefer AFAB cuz i’m a girl and i only know female anatomy lol

master list..

kinktober!! >;)

cosplay w/danny johnson

danny johnson

he hit me and it felt like a kiss nsfw

danny chases u down towards the end of the trial and corners you in lampkin house, decides to have a little fun w u

dark paradise nsfw

you’re spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe

camera shy nsfw

danny is stalking you and breaks in when he sees you using a toy on yourself

danny hc’s with friendly survivor reader nsfw/sfw

danny with cold reader sfw

heavy metal lover nsfw

you’re very annoying and try to throw hands w danny, resulting in him having revenge

im preying on you tonight nsfw

you have bad experience with these scare actors

love potions nsfw

danny falls in love with you at first sight and grows an obsession.

crybaby nsfw

danny is very mean during naughty time, but he always patches you up afterwards!

cuddling with danny :3 sfw

kisses w/danny !! sfw

danny comforting sad!reader sfw

rick grimes

the less i know the better pt. 1 pt. 2 nsfw

you’re a savior taken hostage by rick and daryl and they decide to make u their little slut

using you nsfw

rick takes his anger out on you after lori's death because he's a self projecting loser and wants u really bad

i need to purge my urges, shame shame shame pt. 1 pt. 2 nsfw

you get taken by the CRM by total coincidence and reunite with your lover who you haven’t seen in years, only to find out he’s only a fragment of the man he used to be

say yes to heaven sfw

nurse reader with silly rick

daryl dixon

the less i know the better pt. 1 pt. 2 nsfw

you’re a savior taken hostage by rick and daryl and they decide to make u their little slut

snowfall nsfw

you and daryl are out on a run when the temperature drops to freezing

gojo satoru

poly headcanons w gojo and geto sfw + nsfw

yandere!gojo x fem!reader sfw / dark?

one night stand a yandere!gojo nsfw

fwb!gojo x fem!reader nsfw

micheal myers

enjoy the silence nsfw

he breaks into the house you’re babysitting

ethan landry

make you mine nsfw

you have a study date with ethan and walk in on him in his ghostface robe.

subby ethan nsfw

albert wesker

the beach nsfw

you spawn into trial wearing a swimming suit!

james sunderland

james x fem!reader nsfw

heavenly nsfw

[josiah-trelawny]

15 for the kiss thing with albert mason?

Albert Mason/Reader + Kiss Prompt

15 - A fierce kiss that ends with a bite, followed by soothing it with a lick

It’d been so long since you’d seen Albert in person. He’d been in New York for about a month, so of course you wrote letters back and forth, but it was never the same as properly talking to each other.

And now that you were together, the first thing you did was crash your lips upon his. Neither of you cared that there was a bit too much saliva or that there were other people around; the only thing that mattered was adding onto the memory of what the other person’s lips felt like. Your tongue was caught between Albert’s teeth for a moment before he let it touch his own, his heading tilting to help deepen the kiss.

When you finally moved away, your teeth clenched around Albert’s bottom lip for a moment. It wasn’t even intentional, it just came naturally (and desperately). You quickly countered the action with a tiny flick of your tongue across his lip.

Albert stood there in amazement, surprised at your aggression— he didn’t mind it, though. “You… I missed you greatly, Y/N,” he managed to say, too embarassed to make eye contact.

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if you're still looking for random requests/inspo ♥️ how do you think it would go down if Arthur tried teaching Albert to hunt??

Shot

Content: Arthur Morgan & Albert Mason, hunting, bromance, romance?, 2AM if you squint, cowboys having feelings.

Authors note: Hello Hello! It's been a minute since I've posted anything. I've been dealing with burnout for the last few months and typing words has been like pulling teeth. Even the joys of Black Hills Redemption couldn't pull me out of my slump. But this ask was sent in to me and it sparked an Idea™ so here we are! Hope y'all enjoy.

I really liked this prompt a lot and I had a ton of fun writing it!

I left their relationship a little more open. Y'all know I ship it like FedEx but I didn't really feel like going into the romantic aspects of the relationship so this could be a romance or a bromance. Readers choice.

As always this was written on my phone so if you see any typos or weird autocorrect things, no you don't.

Also just a shout-out to Matt if you're reading this! You sparked some Albert content in my brain which has been very helpful for overcoming the writer's block so thank you! 💙

The full story can be read below or on AO3 (Must be logged in to view on AO3. Blame AI bots for that.)

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“If you're going to be out in the wilderness, you need to know how to survive,” Arthur had explained to Albert over some drinks at the Valentine saloon. “What if your horse spooks and runs off with all your supplies?”

Arthur bumped into Albert on the road into town; Arthur looking for a drink to celebrate a job well done, and Albert riding in to rent out a hotel room for the night. After some friendly chatter on the ride in the two had gone to the saloon together for a drink.

“I know I'm not the adventurous type, but I do know how to make a fire.” Albert huffed good naturedly.

“But do you know how to find water, shelter? Do you know good water from bad? Can you hunt?”

“Mr. Morgan, you know I'm not terribly fond of the sport.” Albert cut in.

“Ain't a sport when it's survival on the line,” Arthur countered. “I'm not talking about shooting an animal just for fun, or to show off. I'm talking about finding a rabbit to eat when you're on the brink of starvation.”

“Well…”

“Listen, I understand why you hate trophy hunters. Killing an animal and leaving most of it out to rot is a damn waste. If I hunt something, I use as much as I can. I eat the meat, turn the pelt into something useful, use any part of it I can. Even if it's just a little trinket on my belt. That's the kind of hunting I'm talking about.”

“I suppose I don't have much experience there,” he admitted. “My father took me duck hunting once but it was just sport. He was usually busy drinking with his business partners. I never really paid much attention.”

“Well, now's as good a time as any. ‘Specially if you're gonna be wandering the wilds taking photos of animals.”

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“I-I’m not so sure about this, Mr. Morgan,” Albert stammered as the two men dismounted their horses just east of Twin Stack pass, in the fields south of the oil field. “I really don't think it's necessary.”

“You're the one wandering the backcountry taking photographs of wild animals. You need some survival experience.” Arthur replied. “Shooting bottles out behind the saloon can only get you so far. You need to try on something real.”

"Mr. Morgan I…” Albert stopped walking, nervously rubbing his hands together. Arthur turned to face him. “I don't know if I can do it.”

Arthur softened slightly. He understood Albert, to a point. He remembered vividly when Hosea had taken him hunting for the first time when he was 15. The thought of killing an animal had turned his stomach. He actually threw up after his first downed deer. He had always had a soft spot for animals, and never wanted to see them suffer. Any time he went hunting, even now, he'd kick himself for hours if it wasn't a clean shot, and the animal suffered at his hands.

“First off, please call me Arthur,” he began, stepping toward the man.

“Then please, call me Albert.”

“Alright, Albert,” Arthur chuckled. “I know it ain't easy. You don't want to see the poor animal suffer. You don't want to become like those poachers who waste everything for a trophy.”

“Exactly,” Albert sighed, openly relieved that Arthur understood his hesitancy.

“But we ain't talking about that kind of hunting. We're talking about survival. Catching a rabbit to feed yourself for the night. That's it. It's no different than eating beef or pork. Just more work.”

“I guess I see your point,” Albert relented.

“With any luck you'll never have to hunt for food. But if your horse spooks or you get stranded or for any reason you need to survive, you need to know how to hunt.”

“Alright,” Albert straightened up, steeling himself for the lesson at hand. “Let's go.”

“Good,” Arthur said, patting Albert’s shoulder. “Now you might want to invest in a little varmint rifle, or even just a standard rifle for protection, seeing as you're out trying to photograph predators. But for today, you can use mine.” Arthur pulled out his varmint rifle and handed it to Albert.

The gun looked a little awkward in the photographer’s hands, like he wasn't entirely comfortable holding it. But he and Arthur had done some practice shots before heading out here, so he at least had some familiarity with the weapon.

“Check that it's loaded,” Arthur instructed, and Albert paused, following Arthur's earlier lesson on loading the gun. Knowing he'd emptied it before putting it on his horse, Arthur handed him some ammo to load the gun before Albert could even ask.

“Thank you,” Albert chirped, nodding politely to Arthur as he began loading the gun. “Would you bring something as well?” Albert glanced over at Arthur as he slid the bullets into their place. “In case my shot is bad, will you bring a gun to finish it off so it doesn't suffer?”

“Sure,” Arthur agreed. “I think that's a fine idea.” Arthur slipped his bow and arrow from the saddle. “No point in bringing in another gun and ruining the meat.” He explained.

“Right,” Albert hummed. “If we're going to hunt the animal, we should make sure it's usable.”

“Follow me,” Arthur said, guiding Albert up the hill a little way.

“See these little holes in the hillside?” Arthur asked, pointing to a few small caves in the dirt as they climbed “Entrances to the warren.”

“How do you know they're not badger holes?”

“Too many to be a badger den. Besides the tracks around are rabbit, not badger.” Arthur shrugged. “Come on. We'll get up here on the rocks overlooking the warren and wait.”

Carefully the two men positioned themselves up on the rocks near the top of the hill, looking down over the slope. Arthur crouched down with a sigh, and Albert moved to do the same.

“Now what?”

“Now we wait,” Arthur grunted. “It's cooling off so they'll likely come out to feed as the shadows grow longer. Just need a little patience.”

“Right,” Albert breathed, settling in on the rock on one knee, varmint rifle gripped loosely in one hand.

The two men waited about twenty minutes, neither saying a word. Albert’s knees had grown sore, then moved beyond, to that painful numbness. Despite this he kept still and did his best not to make a sound. Finally his patience was rewarded.

“Oh, look! A rabbit,” Albert whispered. “What a beautiful shot. I should get a picture–”

“That ain't the kind of shooting we're doing today, Albert,” Arthur chuckled in a low whisper, reminding the photographer why they were there. He knocked an arrow in his bow, ready just in case Albert needed the assist.

“Oh. Right, of course.” Albert whispered. He took a deep breath and raised the gun.

“Good, good,” Arthur soothed. “Get it's head right in your sights for a clean kill, wait for it to stop to eat for a moment.” Arthur could feel the man trembling a little beside him, but Albert was focused on the task at hand. “Take a deep breath in, and out. Always shoot on empty lungs.”

Albert took a couple deep breaths to steady his trembling hands. Everything else seemed to go quiet, and as he finished an exhale, he pulled the trigger.

The shot was good, but the rabbit turned it's head at the last second, and the kill wasn't as clean as either men hoped. Arthur quickly followed it with an arrow, ending the animals suffering.

“Damn,” Albert sighed, defeated.

“Don't beat yourself up. It would have been a good shot if it hadn't moved. Unfortunately sometimes that happens. They ain't prone to just sitting still and letting you get the shot,” Arthur assured him, patting his shoulder. “Even if I hadn't been here, you could have ended it's suffering with another shot, or a twist to the neck.”

Albert shuddered at the thought. But deep down he knew Arthur was right. “I never got a shot like that when my father took me hunting,” he noted.

“Well, the kind of hunting your father was doing sounded a lot more like an excuse to get out of the house and go drinking, instead of actually hunting,” Arthur grunted, swinging his bow over his shoulder. “Now let's go get our catch and clean it.” Arthur offered Albert a hand up.

“Oh,” Albert’s face paled. “We're going to skin and butcher it too?”

“Would be a waste to just leave it here,” Arthur pointed out. “It's death should mean something, even if it's only filling the bellies of two fools like us.”

“I suppose you're right.”

“Come on let's set up a camp further up the hill and we'll have some supper.”

~~~~~~

Albert looked rather squeamish as Arthur showed him how to skin and butcher the rabbit. But he watched with rapt attention, following Arthurs every move with his eyes.

“And that's about it for cleaning it,” Arthur said, holding up the skinned and cleaned rabbit by its back legs. “Then all that's left to do is cook it. Could just throw it over the fire, but if you've got some herbs, it makes it a little more palatable. Lucky for us,” Arthur reached into his satchel and pulled out some thyme. “I've got some seasoning.”

“A gourmet campfire meal,” Albert chirped, much to Arthur's amusement. Using some rendered animal fat he rubbed the herbs into the meat before placing it on a crudely constructed spit over the fire.

“Thank you for teaching me,” Albert continued, giving Arthur a small smile. “I know I've been, shall we say, a reluctant student. But I know that it's good for me to know how to do this.”

“Just don't want to hear about you starving in the wilderness,” Arthur grunted as he sat down by the fire. “By dumb luck you've somehow survived enough trouble with the animals you're photographing. I'd like to keep it that way.”

“It wasn't dumb luck, it was with your help.” Albert settled in the dirt across the fire from him.

“I've only helped a couple of times,” Arthur shrugged, pulling out his journal.

“Maybe, but you've helped more than I can say,” Albert mirrored Arthur, retrieving his own notebook and pen to begin scrawling notes from the day.

“Whatever you say,” Arthur shook his head, turning his attention to his journal.

As the rabbit cooked the men spent the time in silence, each writing down the events of the day. Albert noted the animals he saw, the animals he photographed and where he was when he did so. He also notated the spots he visited that had resulted in no wildlife.

Arthur journaled about the job he worked, totalling up the earnings and doing the math of what to provide to the gang. He also tidied up a quick sketch he'd done of the burnt town below Horseshoe Overlook, as well as a chipmunk he drew.

Both men finished up their writing by noting the coincidence of meeting up with the other, and the events that led them to be sharing a campfire out in the Heartlands. Not that either man would know he was included in the other man's writing.

“Rabbit should be about done,” Arthur said, closing his journal and tucking it away.

“Marvelous,” Albert set his notebook aside and pulled out a pair of tin camping plates and forks. “I have a pair of these we can use.”

Arthur took the plates with a grunted thanks, using his knife to carve the meat off the rabbit until the plates had an even helping of rabbit. He handed one plate back to Albert before settling in with his plate, digging in immediately.

Albert picked at the rabbit slowly, seemingly lost in thought as he stared at the sparse meat on his plate. He took a bite or two, slowly, as if tasting it for the first time.

“You ever eaten rabbit before, Albert?” Arthur asked, studying the man.

“Yes,” Albert flashed Arthur a sheepish smile. “Many times. I suppose it's just different when you see the entire process. See it going from a living animal to a meal on your plate is a bit… jarring. Usually I see it already carved at the butchers, or fully cooked on my plate in front of me.”

“I suppose it would be jarring,” Arthur hummed, scratching his chin. “But after all it's just nature. If we didn't eat it, a fox or coyote probably would have.”

“Very true,” Albert sighed. The two men were quiet for a moment, Arthur taking another bite of rabbit while Albert was lost in thought. “I admire you, Arthur.”

Arthur nearly choked on his food, pounding on his chest a few times to correct it's passage to his stomach. He also had to push aside the way his heart skipped a beat. He'd spent too long living the life of the delinquent outlaw cowboy. There's no way Albert meant it like that.

“Why d’you say a fool thing like that?” Arthur huffed.

“Because I do. You have such a high regard for nature. A trait most hunters I've met are sorely lacking. A respect for life that others just don't have.”

Arthur’s face fell slightly. “I really don't.” He huffed, attempting to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

When he braved to look at Albert once more he only saw a knowing half-smile. Did he know who Arthur was? Well, to be fair he hadn't exactly used a cover name. All Albert would have to do is read the paper and he'd know who Arthur was. But if he knew, why hadn't he turned Arthur in?

Albert just shook his head, as if reading Arthur's thoughts. “Respect for animal life, then,” he countered.

Arthur didn't know what to say. Albert was such a gentle, polite man. How could he be sitting here, talking to a known killer, and calling him admirable?

“Guess I got enough blood on my hands,” Arthur shrugged, deflecting the compliment, as usual. “Seen enough suffering without adding any more to it.”

“I think there are too many people in the world who don't care how much blood they spill, human or animal,” Albert remarked. “They lose their humanity.”

“Most days mine is hanging by a thread,” Arthur grumbled, voice full of self loathing.

“I think you've got a stronger grip on your humanity than you think,” Albert set his food aside, attention all on Arthur.

“You… you understand what I do.” Arthur waved his hand, not really wanting to say it. Albert nodded a confirmation. “You've probably seen my name in papers, or on bounty posters. You know I ain't a good man. Battery, robbery… murder. I don't think I could get much worse. I ain't got much humanity left.”

“It's true those are some… high crimes,” Albert relented. “And yet, in talking to you, I see more humanity than I do in the high society crowd. The leaders of the nation are soulless. They're only out for themselves. Wouldn't help an old lady cross the street, let alone random fools they find in the wilderness.”

“You sure you're not an outlaw?” Arthur huffed. “Sound a lot like my mentor. He loves to ramble on about how crooked society is.”

“We both know if never cut it as an outlaw,” Albert snickered. “I'd die on day one. And it wouldn't be to a gun. I'd sooner trip and get trampled.” The two men laughed at that before Albert continued.

“Whatever your reasons for doing the things you do, I don't think you're the monster the papers make you out to be,” Albert explained. “Every time I've met you, you've been nothing but helpful and kind, if a little gruff. You may be a sinner, but aren't we all?”

“I think my sins may be a little greater than yours,” Arthur scoffed.

Albert only shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe the greatness of our sins varies by the hands we're dealt. The life we live. It's easy to be good when you're born with a silver spoon. It's harder to be good when you're fighting every day just to survive.”

“You a philosopher now?” Arthur chuckled.

“I've had a lot of time to ponder life's intricacies of late. Seeing nature in all her beauty will do that.” Albert shrugged. “But my point is, I've met you a handful of times now. You've never given me any reason to doubt you. The papers say you're a monster but I consider you… a friend.”

“A friend?”

“Yes,” Albert affirmed. “A friend, if you'll have me.”

Arthur was quiet for a moment, staring at Albert, trying to decide how to respond. He clearly couldn't respond with his true thoughts on the matter. He wasn't any good at the sappy emotional side of friendship. His friendships usually considered of having each other's backs and teasing each other relentlessly. Maybe the occasional fishing trip.

“You shouldn't have left your food unattended,” Arthur noted, nodding to the tin plate Albert had set down. It was now empty, the bushy tail of a fox disappearing into the bushes behind him. The fox let out it's laughing call as it darted away with what was left of Alberts dinner.

“God damnit all,” Albert huffed, grabbing his plate and glaring after the fox.

“Here. You can have some of mine.”

“No, you eat, I'll be fine.” Albert tried to protest, but Arthur had already halved the meat on his plate and plopped it onto Albert’s.

“That's what friends are for,” Arthur shrugged. It was the best way for him to confirm Albert's statement. They were friends, as odd of a pair as they may have been. Albert grinned, bobbing his head in thank you before digging in to the small amount of rabbit that remained.

“So, what else have you gotten pictures of since I last saw you with the horses?” Arthur asked.

“Oh let's see. Well I did finally get a picture of a coyote after our first encounter,” he hummed. “And then the wolves. But I showed you that one. The horses, um… oh I caught a beautiful shot of some bison rutting in the dirt. And a loon on the river.”

The rest of the evening consisted of the two men swapping stories of their adventures. Albert detailed all the many trials he'd faced trying to complete his project. Arthur in turn told him if the strange things he'd seen on his adventures. The glowing green light over a cabin in the heartlands. The cauldron of grey liquid up in the hills of Ambarino. The strange bones he'd found in, on and around Mount Shann. Just little things, talking long after the moon rose in the sky, until neither man could keep from yawning.

An unlikely friendship, but one that made a huge difference in both men's lives.

[haaskalintu]

Little dreams

Keys: (H/N)= The name of your female OC, can also be replaced with your name (E/C)= Eye color

This is my first fic in YEARS, so critique is wanted (and needed) Pronouns: She/Her. Fics for he/him and they/them come a little later.

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She’s a fool. Albeit, a fool in love, but a fool none the less. The thought of him begin a fool as well brought her comfort but more often than not, he only gave her heart attacks. Ah yes, Albert Mason, the wildlife photographer who, in almost every instance they’ve crossed paths, has been in some sort of predicament, at this point it was like a sixth sense to know when he was about the attacked by a wolf or another wild beast. She could only admire from afar as he took his photos.

(H/N) wasn’t one to believe in ’’Love at first sight’’ but she was definitely interested in Albert the first time they met. They talked a little, and soon enough she was chasing a coyote that stole Alberts lure. Apparently, it worked a little too well. She took a deep breath and stared into the aburn flames of the campfire, watching them dance against the black night sky. Glancing behind her she saw Alberts tent, where he no doubt was already sleeping. He didn’t need to ask her to watch over him, she did it almost by instinct. She made sure that no animal, or cliff, would bring Albert his end. She heard a small rustle from the tent and turned her full attention to it, and soon, Alber emerged from it. ’’Mister Mason, why are you up already? The sun is still down.’’ (H/N) said ’’I hope the campfire didn’t wake you up, I know it’s bright, but it keeps many beasts away.’’ she continued. ’’Oh no Miss (H/N), your fire’s fine. I’m afraid I’m just restless this night.’’ He said as he sat down next to her, their knees almost touching, (H/N), on the other hand, had been so deprived of physical affection, that this small touch made her heart flutter, not that she’d ever admit to such a thing. After a moment of silence, she looked at Albert, wondering if she should push it a little more, or leave the subject be. With a deep breath, she asked ’’So, what’s keeping you up? Bad dream? Fear of a raccoon crawling into your then again?’’ and Albert shook his head ’’No, Miss (H/N), I’m afraid my problems aren’t that simple. I’ve had the most wonderful dreams, yet, when I wake, I realize it was only a dream.’’ he stated with a sigh.

’’Oh? And what makes these dream so wonderful?’’ she smiled, wanting to know more, but Albert only looked into the flames, pondering if he should really continue, ’’We...Well, my dreams begin, all the same, just me, alone in a forest, until this (E/C) beauty comes to me. She’s kind, watches over me even in my dreams. But, I realize that those only dreams, as if she could fall for me.’’ he said, and swallowed an invisible lump that had begun to form in his throat, while (H/N) gently grazed her face with her fingers, she had (E/C) eyes ’’Then why not tell her? You may the man of her dreams as well’’ she hoped he was talking about her, it was no lie that he ran in her dreams, as well ’’She may just want to be with you’’ she continued, looking at Albert with a gentle smile. ’’No no, our lives are much too different, and I couldn’t bear to take her away from here, she loves her home far too much to even consider such a thing, not that it’s a bad thing, of course.’’ he sighed and intensely stared at the flames. (H/N) looked at Albert and thought it was now or never, and took his hand in hers, Albert jumped at the sudden contact, but didn’t pull away ’’Miss (H/N)? What are you doing?’’ he asked as a small blush tinted his cheeks ’’You can never know, Albert, maybe she’d want to follow you, even if she’d miss her home a little.’’ she said in a nervous tone as her own blush started to form and Albert could only stare at her. ’’Would you...would you really do such a thing? For me?’’ he tried to look for hesitance, but found none as she nodded ’’Well...’’ he started  ’’well I suppose that’d mean that I’d tell her, hopefully, make her mine, and be taken as hers.’’ he continued ’’so will you take me? As I take you?’’ she asked, her face adorned with a little grin ’’Yes, I suppose...I suppose I would’’ and with that, she kissed him, hopefully finding her happily ever after with the love, as they traveled the world together.

[septirgo]

Part three of making of The Black Phone

[d34d-but-pr3tty]

Finney x reader Incorrect quotes Pt. 1 | F. Blake, R. Arellano, G. Blake, Y/N

warnings: Shipping between Finn and Reader ofc!

Sage's notes: I actually love him so much. Please enjoy these <3

Gwen: *about Finney and Y/N* They make a cute couple, huh? Robin: They're definitely standing next to each other...

Finney: Okay, truth or dare? Y/N: Truth Finney: How many hours have you slept this week? Y/N: Y/N: ...Dare Finney: Go to bed. Y/N: I don’t like this game.

Y/N: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Finney: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Y/N: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Finney: Is it working?

Y/N, to Finney: We had a date! Y/N: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Gwen: Is this your plan B? Y/N: Technically, this is plan P. Gwen: Plan P? Is there a plan M? Y/N: Yes, but I marry Finney in plan M. Finney: I like plan M.

Finney: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Y/N: Three words. Finney:

Finney: Can you cut me some slack, Y/N? I’m sort of in love. Y/N: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Finney: I’m in love with you. Y/N: *Blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Finney: Did it hurt when you fell- Y/N: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Finney: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Y/N: ... Finney: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Y/N: You're right. Finney: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Gwen: Ooh, somebody has a crush Finney: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Y/N I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Finney, very much awake: Uh oh.

Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send in requests, my pinned post has who I write for and a few rules <3

[redemptionbaby]

WAIT HANG ON HOW WOULD THE GANG REACT TO THE GOOD OL' "would u still love me if I was a worm🥺" QUESTION LMAO

GOOD QUESTION. Here are the select results.

Charles would not only still love you, he would make you an ornate terrarium out of a large glass jug and fill it with only the healthiest forest ferns, the most polite pillbugs and woodlice, the most nutrient rich soil, and the most tasty of fruit and vegetable compost scraps for you. Every day he writes a tiny love note message on a piece of eggshell for you (baby worm needs calcium)

Sean, John, and Javier get too tied down by the realistic aspects of this scenario. Why did you become a worm? Did a witch curse you? Because then I’d just kill the witch and break the curse. Would you still be able to talk as a worm? Could we still do…. Like…. Intimate things….?

Mary Beth is trying sooooooo hard to be nice and say “Yes, of course,” but in truth she thinks worms are gross. She could never live being married to a worm. But if it makes you feel better, I as the writer think that if it really happened, that she would learn to adjust because she wouldn’t have the heart to abandon you.

“Yes, of course!” Reply Kieran, Bill, and Karen, a little too loudly and a little too immediately.

Dutch would spout some poetic nonsense as his way of avoiding the question so you don’t get mad at him. “Are all men not worms themselves, at the end of the day?”

Arthur would say yes, but he does so with hesitation, not because he doesn’t like worms, but because he doesn’t know how to look after a worm. What if you got stepped on or something? He doesn’t know how to bandage a worm. Asking this question is more stressful to him than you could ever have predicted.

Micah: “Honestly, I would probably step on ya before I even realized it was you, sugar.”

Hosea and Sadie think that if you became a worm you should return to the earth, not because they couldn’t love you, but because they don’t think you could ever be happy as a worm if you had to live alongside humans

Abigail says “yes” automatically and without even hearing you because this is the exact brand of dumb question John comes up with when it’s just the two of them on a long trip or something.

Little Jack would say yes but it’s followed by about 1000000 questions about worms (because he’s trying to be educated so he’s be able to keep you alive in this hypothetical scenario)

Molly immediately grimaces, but she at least does you the curtesy of hesitating before she says no.

BONUS Albert Mason: almost disturbingly enthusiastic about the idea. Promises he would start a calendar series about you. A magazine. Make postcards of you. That’s how beautiful you would still be to him even if you were a worm. He’d have a travel sized terrarium he guarded with his life so he could take you to see all the natural wonders of North America and let you taste all of the soils.

[vancehopperkisser]

The grabber probably called vance special before he killed him the same way he called finney special. Probably told him he was gonna take his time too omg im gonna cry. </33

[toutallyahoe]

drabble dump pt4

requested by: –

pairing(s): various x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut

a/n: im tired atm

"happiness" — jim moriarty (sherlock)

Jim wasn't the most kindest man. In fact, one can say he is the devil himself.

He find happiness in the destruction he cause and the chaos he creates. Even in the horror and fear on people's faces.

But Jim also has another reason to be find happiness. And that was the man who's arms he find comfort in.

Jim let out a soft sigh as he moved closer, placing his body more deeper in the warm embrace of [Name]'s as the man held him closely and tightly.

Yes, Jim find happiness, and it's in [Name]'s arms.

"dont worry" — elijah kamski (detroit: become human)

Elijah rolled his eyes as he placed his hand on [Name]'s chest. The two men were both naked in bed, just having done with love making minutes ago and they were catching their breathes.

"You worry too much dear," Elijah had said. Talking about the conversation that lead to them in bed.

"I love you just the way you are," he said. Looking [Name] in the eye. "You're beautiful and I love you for it."

[Name] softly grabbed Elijah's hand on his chest, intertwining them together. [Name] then leaned towards Elijah and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"picture perfect" — albert mason (red dead redemption 2)

Albert let out a quiet giggle as he positioned his camera to a certain direction. Specifically, the direction where [Name] sat in the ground, below a large tree.

[Name] seemed to be sleeping while Albert looked at him from time to time as he adjusted his camera.

Albert smiled when he had placed his camera correctly and immediately went to take a picture on the sleeping man. Albert's smile soften with love gleaming in his eyes as he saw how peaceful [Name] was.

Snap

With that, Albert knew he took a picture he knew is perfect for him to have.

"regrets" — crowley (good omens)

Crowley regretted many things in his life. One of them was falling inlove.

He didn't mean too. Love was a fickle thing. He fell for [Name].

[Name], he was calculating, witty, and absolutely dangerous. He was a demon.

Crowley didn't know why he even liked the guy.

Maybe it was that time where [Name] had taken him under his wing when he was a new demon, just recently fallen. Maybe it was that.

Either way, Crowley fell and he regrets it. Love is an end of a demon.

Because down in hell? Loving a demon is more punishment than falling.

"tied" — john marston (red dead redemption 2)

Soft gasps and airy moans left John's lips as he felt the rope tied around his wrist burned whenever he tries to move his arms.

"D... damn it, [Name]," John cursed. The outlaw suddenly threw his head back as a loud moan left his lips. The said man merely let out an amused chuckle.

"What, little Johnny?" [Name] chuckled as he lazily thrusted himself onto John, the younger man moaned at his actions. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

John bit his bottom lip as he felt nails digging on his thighs.

"You wanted to be hogtied didn't you?" [Name] teased.

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