#dilf arthur morgan

[thatwriterchick222]

we loved once and true (arthur morgan/mary gillis)

summary: It begins on the ranch owned by Mr. Gillis, where the eighteen-year-old Arthur Morgan is hired as a ranch hand. He is caught off guard when he meets the sixteen-year-old Mary Gillis and they hit it off despite their differences. Travel through the years as Arthur and Mary's relationship begins to grow, going through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, learning time and time again that the world they live in isn't as romantic as it may seem.

a/n: hey y'all!! so this one is a lot more in depth and ambitious than my usual stuff, because i randomly became hyperfixated on arthur and mary's relationship throughout the years. i liked that the game provided us with some good insight into their relationship but i wanted to go through and create a timeline of events and add details like when and how they met, and also elaborating on arthur's relationship with eliza. while a lot of this most likely isn't cannon, and i did take some creative liberties, i tried to stay as close to the game's timeline and kept everything within the bounds of what the game does tell us. ***disclaimer: towards the end where it actually starts tying in with with the game (1899 and 1907), i used the letters and some of the dialogue provided in the game and built off of it, so all credits go to Rockstar of course.***

**the links to each chapter are available on my masterlist**

see below for an excerpt from chapter 1 (1881):

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July 12th, 1881

One day, while Arthur was repairing a fence that had been blown over in a storm the night before, he looked up to wipe the sweat from his brow and noticed someone sitting on the back steps of the large ranch house. 

It was a girl. Arthur squinted in the bright sun, adjusting his leather hat on his head. She was wearing a fancy-looking dress and had a book in her hand. 

She was awfully pretty, too.

When Arthur was done with his work, he put his tools away and made his way over to the girl on the steps. She looked up and noticed him approaching, but quickly averted her eyes and looked down at her book.

When he reached her, he cleared his throat. “Miss… Have we met?” He asked casually, taking off his hat with one hand to nod to her. She was young… perhaps Mr. Gillis’s daughter?

She looked up from her book as if pretending that she hadn’t noticed him from afar, but he knew she had. Her eyes were a deep shade of brown, her skin smooth and clean-looking. She had a beauty mark on her cheek that moved when she smiled politely at him.

“I’m Mary.” She closed her book. “Mr. Gillis’s daughter.”

Arthur placed his hat back on his head and smiled before she continued.

“You’re the new ranch hand?”

Arthur wanted to laugh at her question because it seemed obvious that he was. Had she not seen him fixing the fence just before? “Arthur. And, yes.”

“God, I hope my father hasn’t been driving you crazy.” She looked down, shaking her head. 

Arthur shifted awkwardly, placing his hands on his belt. “No… not yet.” He chuckled, lying.

“Good.” The girl looked up at him again, her expression calm. 

Arthur could feel the sun beading down on his back, and his head pound with exhaustion. “Say, could I bother you for a glass of water?”

Mary’s eyes widened, and she practically jumped up, putting her book down on the step. “Of course! You must be parched.”

Arthur smiled, amused by her enthusiasm. “Yeah. If it’s not too much trouble–”

“It’s not.” She began to climb the steps, “I’ll be right back.”

Before he could even thank her, she darted inside, the door closing behind her. Arthur chuckled to himself, pacing slightly on the stone path. She liked how she didn't look at him like some degenerate like everyone else did. She talked to him with honesty, no secret meanings behind kind words.

He looked down at her book that was sitting on the step. He was thankful Bessie and Hosea had taught him how to read because he was able to make out the title: Pride and Prejudice. 

He had never heard of it. Arthur picked up the book, flipping it over in his hand. The cover was rather ornate, dark navy with gold writing and complex designs along the spine. As he opened the cover, he realized that there was some writing inside. Notes, it looked like. Before he could read any of the neat cursive handwriting, the door swung open, and the young woman walked out with a large glass of water.

Arthur quickly closed the book, placing it back down on the step as she noticed him reading it. 

“Sorry,” Arthur said. “I was just curious about what you were readin’.”

Mary smiled, approaching the edge of the step and passing the water down to him. “It’s just a silly romance.”

Arthur took a few large gulps of water as Mary sat back down, placing the book on her lap. “Do you read?” She asked.

Arthur shook his head, wiping his lip with the back of his hand. “No, not really. I’d like to… but I don’t really…”

“I can lend you some.” She stared up at him. 

Arthur paused, wanting to accept her kindness, but also embarrassed that he couldn’t read books like that... yet, at least. He could read basic things, but books? That was a whole other story. He was a ranch hand, not a scholar.

When Mary saw his hesitance, she continued. “It’s no trouble.”

“I… Um–”

“Mary Gillis!” A loud, booming voice interrupted him, and Arthur turned to see Mr. Gillis coming around the side of the house. “There you are.” He looked at her, then at Arthur, and then back at her.

“Yes?” Mary answered, standing up. She clutched her book tightly to her body, and Arthur backed away.

“What are you doing?” The fat man approached them, looking Arthur up and down.

Mary stepped down the stairs, inserting herself between her father and Arthur. She was much shorter than both of them, Arthur felt his cheeks flush at the sight of her so close to him.

“I was reading. And then Arthur needed a glass of water, so I got him one.” Her voice was stern, yet quiet.

The man looked up at Arthur, his eyes angry. “Get back to work.”

Someday, he was going to either kill this man or rob him blind. “Alright.”

“Daddy, don’t be rude–”

The man suddenly grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her with him as he began to leave. Mary made eye contact with Arthur as she was dragged away, and Arthur's heart leapt in his chest.

check out the completed story here on ao3!

[a1yaaaa]

MY BELOVEDS !! MY BELOVEDS !!!!!!!!

[xd-m1a]

Did anyone else just download this app for fanfics and not know how to use this app. Because I BARELY know how to use this app and I just found out like 2 weeks ago that I can yap on here and people like me will agree LMFAO.

[cloggedarteri]

ive been thinking about that rdr imagine with dilf!reader and realized i hadnt spoken a word about the kid

and because i love arthur so much i have a great need to torture him sooo

♡reader having a son.

♡readers son whos left to watch in the background as his father carries this limp and bloodied man over his shoulder and into one of the vacant rooms in the back of the ranch. he tries to ask the basic questions, "who's he" and "where'd you find him" but reader is only able to utter a quick dismissive huff to concentrate on the man.

♡the boy taking any opportunity he can to get a closer look despite his father's efforts to isolate the man he'd rescued. he exploits the moments when his father is preoccupied with caring for the man and disguises his curiosity as a desire to be helpful. hey dad, you look low on bandages so I'll go get some more for you. hey dad, you look busy right now and look low on blankets so I'll get some more for you. you need some sick buckets and alcohol, no problem...you get my drift.

♡funny how every time the boy is done "being helpful" reader always finds him peeking at the man from the frame of the door. he doesnt remark on what he sees but the frown he pulls is explanation enough.

♡the only words floating in the boys head being "i need to get closer"

♡the son who's tip-toeing around arthur's room, trying his best not to disturb the silence. his father is busy caring for the livestock and would be out the house for the evening so there'd been no better opportunity to step in the room.

♡arthur waking up because this fucking kid kid wasnt as quiet as he'd thought he'd been. for the few times hes been concious he's been aware of another presence besides the gentlemen who's been taking care of him but, arthur hadnt realized that it was a boy. so once the boy realizes that arthurs eyes train on him arthur asks, "who are you?"

♡i imagine the boy being so tongue tied at this moment. not only was he caught but he also hadnt thought up of any excusses he could use in case he would be caught. "n-nobody. im nobody" (epic musical my love)

♡"well nobody, im arthur."

[goldenispunk]

[the-kr8tor]

I want Aizawa to rearrange my organs☹️

What if I rearrange your organs with my hammer instead? 🔨 And not in a way thay you think it is before you play with my words again

[bedofherteeth]

GUESS MY TYPE: favorite characters' edition! › tagged by @malewife-mansplain-magus (thank yooouuu, seb!)

THE LIST: ♡ GERALT OF RIVIA from THE WITCHER ♡  ARTHUR MORGAN from RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 ♡ TAKESHI KOVACS from ALTERED CARBON ♡ RAYMOND REDDINGTON from THE BLACKLIST ♡ DRACULA from DRACULA (NETFLIX) ♡ BIGBY WOLF from THE WOLF AMONG US ♡ CONNOR from DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ♡  LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR from LUCIFER ♡ JACKSON MAINE from A STAR IS BORN

Tagging absolutely everyone who sees this. You’re free to @ me and tell everyone I tagged you. 🤘

[cuntdestroyer3000]

wip tag game

rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have wips - people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

thanks @pinkypromisepascal for the tag

-Lovin' you

-Man of God

-Godless part 3

-Cruel and Unusual Punishment

-Negan x virgin wife

-Gods and Monsters

-Sweet Serial Killer

no pressure tags: @studioghibelli @fanfictilltheend @hellishjoel @bageldaddy @sinsofsummers @thetriumphantpanda @toxicanonymity

[werewolfarthurmorganenjoyer]

When are we going to make a stacy's mom edit of arthur and hosea

[cloggedarteri]

hand...hand holding...thumb rubbing over knuckles softly...peaking at each other...arthur and m!reader

big men...being soft...this is my dying wish

[idyllghost]

Thinking of Arthur Morgan

[birthofvcnus]

started watching the RDR2 gameplay last night and i gotta say i rlly like it so far

[cattditrio]

I have found a new obsession I finished the game within 3 days

Love to see my boy smiling ☺

[mentally-ill-simp]

hiya!

can I request an arthur morgan x female reader one shot where she’s part of the gang and has a crush on him but never said anything because she thinks he’ll never like her, and one day she overhears him talking to himself about his appearance (you know arthur is really self conscious about himself…) and she finally says something to him, how she likes the way he looks, etc. this man needs to understand how pretty he is!

thank you sm! 💕

Howdy! I can absolutely do that :)

Arthur and you had been friends for years. You had joined the gang when you were 16 and he was 17, he had been part of the gang since he was 14 so he showed you around, over time you two got closer, he was your first real friend you two had grown up together, gone through hard times together, good times together. He was your rock and you loved him for it the only problem was, you had a crush on him you had since you two were young you started to realize you had a crush on him around the time he started seeing Mary, everytime he would go out with her on a date or bring her around camp you felt this pang of hurt and jealousy that's when you realized... you were in love with him, the way she looked though Mary was stunning the most beautiful girl you had ever seen and she had Arthur he was so in love with her that was until she broke his heart it took years of healing him but he finally started to heal but you never really had hope that he'd like someone like you. You felt average, nothing special, just some girl/boy. You had been walking through camp when you heard a voice that was familiar you stopped for a minute beside Arthur's tent as you heard him "you ain't nothing special you old bastard" he said who was he even talking to? You looked around to see if anyone was around, but everyone seemed preoccupied doing their own thing "god no wonder nobody loves you" he sighed that's when it dawned on you....he was talking to himself you peaked out from where you had been hiding giving Arthur a small smile "hey there cowboy" you said softly looking at the man god he looked good he always looked good "oh hey (y/n)" he gave a shy smile he wasn't sure if you had heard any of what he was saying but he felt embarrassed he had just been talking to himself alone "you doing ok Arthur?" You noticed the look on his face. He stood there for a minute "i’m fine.. does anybody even do okay nowadays?" He let out a small chuckle rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly "you're a good man Arthur" you said with a warm voice he looked at you taking a seat on his cot "guess I don't feel like one lately I'm just one dumb ugly bastard who don't know right from wrong these days just killing anything there is to be killed" he sighed looking at the ground "Arthur you are a very beautiful man and I'm sure anyone would be happy to have you, you're kind and sweet and gentle and god you have the most beautiful eyes.. so what you've done bad things so have the rest of us, you've got good intentions and that is all that matters" you look at him his face softens looking at you "you don't mean that.." he says softly in awe of your words "I do Arthur you are beautiful and you deserve to know you are" you say softly and he gives you a small smile pulling you into a hug you feel his arms wrap around you tightly as he holds you "thank you" he whispers into your ear holding you close

Huuuuge shout out to @dilf-luvr-4evr for helping me with this check out their stuff to it is awesome :)

[sexymancatalogue]

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Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption, 2018)

Art By lavilsa on DeviantArt!

List Of Tropes

Angst

Criminal

Deadpan Snarker

Distinctive Voice

DILF

Divorced

Dominating

Hot Headed

Parental Figure

Pathetic

Quotable Catchphrase

Tall

Theme Song

Unkempt

Morally Grey

Long Coat

[cloggedarteri]

been thinking about dilf!reader and arthur again

and if you think about it

the very idea of waking up after crawling yourself up a mountain to die had gotta be fucking disorienting

because for all arthur knows he's achieved his goal. he'd shepherded whatever family he had left in that gang to safety, he'd given his little brother time to escape pursuit and reunite with his family, and then he was able to get a few good hits on micah (the bastard😒)

...

i cant breath

its a slow realization that grew insistent the longer he'd lain prone on the cold rock. it was if an incredible weight layed heavy and unmoving upon his chest, but despite the ever-growing pain

its burning, my lungs—my chest—its burning

his body would not respond. not his arms so they may brace his body forward to witness the carnage left behind. not his legs so they may carry him down this damned mountain. and not his hands so that they may embrace the brother he'd left behind...he's dying.

but he was not afraid

i'd done the best i could

...

the sun rose, its rays shining bright behind his eyelids

and arthur sees the buck again, pillowed in the morning haze haloed in light. the creature stood tall and still. its blackened eyes staring at him in quiet command to follow it, to let go.

so he follows

...

and then all at once he's ripped from that warm wave of light and rushed into a sea of darkness and pain.

pain?

a corpse cannot feel pain so, why does it rip through him so thoroughly? not moments before had he'd tried to claw at his chest to force a breath through his damaged lungs. and now he breaths, not without effort, but still he breaths.

it was a bone deep fatique that was all encomposing but he could still feel the drag of soft fabrics on his skin and if he focused he could smell the scent of alcohol and wood in the air...he's not on the mountain anymore

where am I?

"drink"

the voice is gruff but the command is said so softly.

drink what?

he doesnt need to open his eyes to know that whoever this is is looming over him in wait for his compliance. id be fooish to blindly trust the contents in a cup some mystery person wished to shove down his throat so, he resists. he turns his head away like a petulant child resisting taking their medicine and just as quickly he's reminded of his pain.

and something is touching him, caressing him in silent comfort and sympathy of his pain

"you're safe here."

safe?

''drink. it'll help...then you can rest"

so with little resistance he allows the cup to past through his lips, its contents warm and medicinal. and as the last beads of the concoction pour out, arthur relaxes.