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[melissa-kenobi]

Trouble in Valentine

[Arthur Morgan x Reader]

Hola, I know it's been a while since I've posted any writing but here we are! A little but late but I've been so busy with work and little gremlins. Here we are a little something for Valentines although it was like 2 weeks ago, SORRY!! Special thanks to @pinkiemme for creating an amazing drawing of us in the RDR universe!!

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"Is this your idea of a day out Mister Morgan?" You yelled over the chaos of guns being reloaded, bullets being shot at you, and the sound of your horses letting out a loud whine. When he'd invited you to join him for a drink in Valentine, you already knew there was going to be some sort of trouble.

To be completely honest, you knew it was never going to be a normal day with Arthur. But to be fair, this time it was sorta your fault.

"Well, if you'd have let me know you were gonna start a brawl with the woman, then I'd have planned somethin' darlin'!" Arthur retorted, making a run as he slid next to you handing you some ammo to reload.

"Yeah well, 'm sure her husband didn't appreciate his wife tryin' ta bed another man!" You hissed back, annoyed that she had actually tried it on with Arthur in front of you. She had the whole thing going on, busty up top, the small slip-up making her breasts press up against Arthur. The way she toyed with her hair as she spoke with Arthur, and the lipstick. The print she'd left on his cheek was what had ticked you off. Not that you and Arthur were official per se, but he meant more to you than your family and that's sayin' a lot. "Was just tryna help. Gotta be loyal to those you're with."

"Didn't take you for the jealous type sweetheart!" Arthur grinned, as he watched you angrily reload your gun before shooting three men straight in the head, making Arthur's heart swell with adoration. You'd taken his lessons to heart and they'd been put to good use- well if you'd call starting a fight in Valentine good use. "Thought you'd enjoy all that shit."

"Am not. Just didn't like the way she was all up on you." You sniffed back at him, not making eye contact as you quickly scanned the room, looking for the nearest exit. Mumbling under your breath you said a few words Arthur couldn't hear but only managed to catch a few of them, making his eyes widen. "Don't like people touching what's mine is all..."

Arthur tried not to dwell on your words as the two of you needed to get out of the saloon and back to camp. Although with the way you were shooting, he was certain you'd be outta here in no time. The angry look on your face had Arthur making a mental note to not get on your bad side. He watched in awe as your hands quickly reloaded the bullets before slinging them up at the men, not even giving them a chance to reload themselves before you shot them clean in the head.

Too busy watching you, Arthur didn't notice the man creeping up behind him with a knife in his hand until the perpetrator let out a loud screech and had him in a tight grip.

"Arthur!" You screamed out, eyes focused on him as he struggled to remove himself. Now Arthur wasn't a small man by any means, compared to you, you looked like a dwarf standing next to him. But the man holding Arthur back was bigger than two Arthurs' put together. "Let him go. Or I swear you'll have this bullet in your head faster than you can say 'no'."

"What you gonna do missy?" The man teased, shoving his knife into Arthur's side. "Do ya even know how to shoot that? Need a man to help ya out?"

Growling, you gripped your weapon tighter, eyes locked onto Arthur. Arthur trusted you with his life. So when you gave him a small nod to stop struggling he did, without hesitation.

"N-

The moment you saw him give you that nod, he had handed his whole life to you on a platter, now what you did with it, was up to you.

Without a moment's hesitation, the larger man was stunned that Arthur had gone slack and that was your opening- shooting the gun straight at his head, taking him back by force as he screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground, cursing you out. Arthur quickly ran to your side, and stood behind you with a hand on your waist, balancing himself as he clutched his bleeding side.

"Is he-

"I think so." You slowly walked over to the guy, Arthur following you behind slowly, taking gentle steps. It was a funny sight to some, Arthur the big man stood behind the small woman- weapon ready in her hands. The man's hand holding the knife twitched in the corner of your eye but before he could throw the knife at Arthur, you shot him in the chest once more, ensuring his death.

"We gotta get outta here 'fore the law come down on us." Arthur mumbled as he tugged on your arm, heading out the back of the saloon and back to camp.

That's twice you'd saved Arthur's life.

***

Arthur sat in his tent, mind reeling at what had just happened.

He only wanted to take you out for a nice day, treat you to something sweet, and maybe pay for a room for the two of you. But he hadn't expected any of that to happen, not at all. After the two of you had left the saloon, you'd taken charge and ridden his horse back to camp. Arthur was forced to sit behind, holding onto you for support as you rode his mare. He knew she was more than happy to be ridden by you because she trusted you, just as she trusted Arthur.

Arthur recalled closing his eyes for a few seconds, taking in the peaceful chirps of the birds that flew around. His head drooped down, leaning on your back as he let sleep overtake him.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on his bed.

***

Not a single word was said as you rode back to camp. Arthur's hands held tightly onto your waist, as he tried to keep himself awake, but succumbed to sleep eventually. You felt his head lay on your back as he dozed off. Sighing gently, you adjusted yourself so he was more comfortable and slowed down the pace of the horse so it wouldn't wake him. Lord knows he barely got any sleep, so you let him sleep on you. Despite being annoyed with him, you still cared about him more than you'd care to admit.

After you'd reached the entrance of Horseshoe Overlook, you heard John calling out from guard duty. You called out letting him know it was just you and Arthur.

"Jesus Y/N. What'd you do to him?" John exclaimed as he helped you get Arthur back to his tent. "I thought he was taking you out for Valentines day?"

You blinked a few times, trying to process John's words. Arthur asked you to come out with him for a drink, to cool down after everything that had been going on- not to be his date for Valentines'. You didn't dwell too much on it, knowing Arthur was still hung up on Mary and most probably wasn't sweet on you. "Yeah well, we- I got into a fight. Arthur was injured tryin' to help me."

John watched you with curiosity, his eyes twinkling with something you couldn't pinpoint. "If you say so. Didn't think anyone would have knocked the old man out."

"Well, he's not as invincible as you all seem to think so. He gets injured too, he has to rest- Arthur ain't as-

"Woah, hold on missy, I didn't mean nothin' by it!" John quickly backtracked, eyes widened as he tried to apologise.

"Don't call me that." You hissed at him, making John's face curve into one of worry. Just what had happened that made you so defensive John wondered. "Sorry John, I don't mean t'be rude. 'm just tired."

"S'alright love. I know, you ain't-

"Y/N?" Arthur mumbled out, hands reaching for you around his. You quickly held his hands, making sure he was comfy before you slipped a hand on his forehead making sure he didn't have a temperature. Sighing in relief as he quickly dropped back to sleep and he wasn't warm, you bent down, swiping his blonde locks away and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before realising what you had just done. John quickly turned his head away, acting as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Not a word, else you'll find chopped up parts of your dick in your soup." You threatened John, a finger held up to his face.

"Yes ma'am." John replied submissively, avoiding eye contact with you. The two of you continued into camp until you heard Miss Grimshaws screeching over you bringing blood into her camp.

"Miss Grimshaw, Arthur needs your expertise. He was stabbed, I tied up the wound and tried my best. He ain't got a fever, he's just asleep." You quickly explained as Charles quickly took over from you and help Arthur onto the bed. Miss Grimshaw nodded in understanding before she gently took over and shooed everyone away.

"Thank you Miss L/N. He'll be alright. He's survived worse." Dutch added as he walked into the tent, seeing his son laid out on the bed. His son? More like a lap dog, never treating Arthur correctly but you couldn't do anything now, not while Arthur was still injured. Giving Dutch a small but forced smile you headed back to your tent, wanting to change out of your bloody clothes.

***

Hours later Arthur wakes to find himself in his bed, a letter by his side and your favourite flower in a small pot. He knew you loved flowers, any type you came across you'd blubber on about it and he loved to hear you go on about something you loved. Arthur had only recently found out you'd dragged little Jack into your slight obsession. The little boy didn't seem to mind, he enjoyed the attention and was frankly quite fascinated by it all.

Arthur ran his finger over the petals, watching as they responded to his touch. He thought you'd be here by his side as he woke up but you weren't. Arthur tried his best to not be upset that you weren't, perhaps Dutch had needed you for something. Now that Arthur had been off for a short while, he knew you were Dutch's best option.

So when he heard your voice cursing Dutch out he was shocked. "Damn you Dutch Van Der Linde! He needs to rest, not be sent out for another goddamn suicide mission!"

"And whose fault was it he got injured in the first place Miss L/N?" Dutch replied, eyes noticing Arthur sitting up in his cot. "My son! You're awake! I've got good news to share."

Arthur watched as your eyes widened at the sight of him. You gave him a forced smile before turning to Dutch and snatching the paper put his hands.

"Give it to me. I'll get the money." Arthur watched as you stormed away quietly mumbling some words to Marston, not even giving him a goodbye.

~~~

Arthur was bored to say the most, he never knew how boring his life was without you. He never really took the time to stop and think about how much the two of you actually did together. Now that you were separated, Arthur was at a loss of what he should do. The camp had several things that he could help with but, they wouldn't be the same if you weren't there. The tasks would feel menial, there'd be no one to crack jokes with, no-one to tease the way he did with you.

Arthur was beginning to realise how his every minute was spent with you and that he didn't know what to do if you weren't with him. He'd never actually been without you for a long time, he couldn't remember the last time he been in camp alone. It was probably back when he was still with Mary- you'd been avoiding him around that time and he was too infatuated with Mary to even notice.

Speaking of Mary, Miss Grimshaw had let Arthur know there was a letter for him. She'd been very clear and well mostly angry about it so there were no doubts about who it was from. Arthur took one look at his name written cursively at the top and instantly knew who it was from.

"Mary."

Arthur never had the chance to read the letter as his head instantly shot up at the sound of your name being called by Hosea. His eyes scanned the camp, looking around, trying to figure out if you'd made it back already. But knowing that you were pissed off for some reason, Arthur knew you weren't going to be coming back for a few days at the very least. In the corner of his eye, he spotted someone lurking around quietly grabbing his pistol he swung round, aiming straight at the perpetrators head, only to find it was Marston.

"Marston." Arthur sighed, putting his weapon down after John had jokingly raised his hands in surrender. "What are you doin', lurking around ma tent? Ain't you got nothing better to be doin'?"

"Was taking a piss, whassa matter with you? Can't a man piss in peace?" John retorted, pretending he was adjusting his trousers.

"Behind my fucking tent?" Arthur growled. John shrugged in response, not really all that bothered, just trying to slip away from Arthur's intimidating glare.

"Best spot there was around."

Arthur eyed John warily, not really sure whether he should believe him or not. But something else was already on his mind, you. You had whispered a few words to John before leaving and Arthur was now curious as to what you had said to him. "Marston."

"Arthur." John deadpanned.

"Did Miss L/N say anything t'you 'fore she left?" Arthur bluntly asked. He knew that would make John stumble over his words and hopefully spill the beans on what happened to make you so angry.

In an instant John's eyes widened as he took a step back, retreating from Arthur's questioning. "Nah, she was eager to get going didn't say much. Anyways I think I hear Abigail callin' me, catch ya later Arthur!" John scurried away but not before Arthur had tugged on his shirt, pulling him back to Arthur.

The men stood chest to chest, well nearly chest as Arthur growled at John, knowing his answer was bullshit. "Don't lie t'me boy."

"I swear!" John fumbled, eyes wide as he tried to pull himself away from Arthur resulting in Arthur gripping him tighter. "She only told me to keep an eye out for you!"

"Why would she do that?" Arthur hissed. "Cause she cares 'bout you for some reason!" John huffed as Arthur let him go, brows furrowed in confusion. "Don't ask why, I don't know what she sees in you. But she sure was angry when she saw that letter on your desk. Miss Grimshaw was ready to get rid of it but she pleaded with her kept for yer sake, dunno why, somethin' 'bout her being the 'love of yer life' I think..."

"John Marston!" Abigail's shrill voice swept through the camp and straight into John's ears as he winced. "Now that ain't none your business!!"

Now Arthur knew you were a force to be reckoned with but Abigail Marston was on a whole another level. As a mother to Jack, a woman who had been through a whole load of shit, you did not want to mess with her, Arthur knew that and so did John- but John just couldn't help himself sometimes, and this was one of them.

"Arthur, don't mind him, he don't know left from right- let alone anything about Y/N." Abigail swiftly recovered from John's big ass mouth spilling the beans. "Marston, get your ass over here, I need ya help." John gave Arthur a forced smile before trying to move closer to his wife.

"Say Abigail, you wouldn't know why Y/N ran off in such a hurry would ya?" Arthur asked, sighing gently as he took a seat on his bed, exhausted from this back and forth. He just wanted t'know why you'd left in such a hurry. He glanced at the small pot with your flower in it, his eyes lingering on it as if your presence were there with him.

Abigail watched Arthur with hooded eyes, her heart was concerned for her best friend but her mind was telling her to let Arthur know about your feelings for him. She was conflicted as she looked at the poor man, he'd been through enough, but so had you. You'd watched Arthur through his tryst with Mary, with Eliza and now yourself. Even if Arthur hadn't admitted his feelings for you, he was still playing with your feelings despite not knowing, and Abigail knew that hurt you more than you'd care to admit.

"She's on an errand for Dutch, but she'll be back in the 'noon." Abigail relented. "Arthur-

"Woah Uncle Arthur, that's a pretty flower!" Jack burst in with amazement, little curious eyes watching the flower. "I think it's a yah- yah-re-oo? Mama I don't remember the name!" Abigail's mouth remained closed as she watched her son continue observing it before explaing what the beautiful plant meant.

"But Auntie Y/N taught me that if you give this to someone it means you think they are brave, and that you've loved them for a very long time!" Jack finished off with a bright smile. "That means someone loves you very much Uncle Arthur! Who gave it to you?"

Arthur blinked back a few tears at the boys words, you loved him? Is that why you were so angry at the saloon? Because of that woman? Arthur's eyes glanced over to the letter next to the flower- or was it because you'd seen the letter from Mary?

"I-er-

"Jack let's get you to bed. I think Uncle Arthur needs to sort out a few things." Abigail quickly stepped in, taking her son into her arms. "A word to the wise Arthur, you need to make a decision. Y/N is a good woman, far better than what you deserve but she can't keep hanging onto some hope that you'll be hers one day."

"It's her or Mary." John spoke softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know who'd I pick if I were in your shoes. The one who's been there for all yer ups and downs."

***

Dear Arthur,

I know it's been a while but I do miss you ever so much. I know what we had before wa-

Arthur may be a bad man, but he wasn't silly. He knew he wasn't going to fall back at Mary's feet again. But he had to know, to confirm he was making the right choice by giving you his heart, by committing to you. He'd already had his heart broken by Mary and he knew he couldn't bare that from you.

He would stop dreaming up a fantasy 'bout Mary, he hadn't done so in a while. Not in a long time not since you came along.

He continued to skim-read the letter knowing deep down in his heart, it was always you. This, this was just closure for him, to get away from Mary, to leave that chapter of his life behind and begin one with you.

Hosea and Miss Grimshaw watched from afar as their adopted son scrunched up the letter and threw it into the camp fire, ultimately ending that chapter as he bid Mary solid goodbye.

***

"Jack?" Arthur called the boy hesitantly, not trying to garner anyone's attention but the young child. "C'mere a sec, I needa huge favour from ya."

"Of course Uncle Arthur! What do you need? Shall I get mama?" Jack asked happily as he skipped over to Arthur.

"NO!" Arthur immediately replied giving Jack a little scare as he stared at the older man in slight shock. "I mean No, I don't need ya mama, I just need you kiddo."

"Okay!" Jack skipped over to his uncle before sitting at his legs. "What do you need Uncle Arthur?"

"I-er-" Arthur stumbled over his words before blurting out what he really needed from the young child. "Can ya tell me about the flowers your Auntie told yer about?"

"Ooohh!! Was it Auntie Y/N who got you the pretty flower?" Jack let out a little gasp of surprise. "Does that mean she loves you? Do you love her?"

Arthur quickly shushed the little boy with a fond smile at the mention of you. "Yeah, I do Jack. More than I realised."

~ ~ ~

Trying to slip out of camp was always a challenge but Arthur had never been one to shy away from it. He quickly jumped onto his horse but not before Dutch called out from the tent, albeit very loudly "Go get her back son!"

Arthur shook his head in embarrassment as he made his way out of camp, the cheers of everyone egging him on to get his girl back and from Sean, to give her one hell of a Valentines present.

***

It was ironic, Arthur found you in Valentine where it had all started and where he would confess everything. He knocked on your door, before he heard your sweet voice call out to come in. He pushed the door open gently, before he saw you sat on the bed, cleaning your guns.

Lord above, you surely were a sight for sore eyes, Arthur couldn't believe he'd almost ruined a real chance at a relationship with you.

"Happy Valentines Day sweetheart..." Arthur shyly approached you, a pretty bouquet held in between his fingers as he bit his lip in anticipation. "I know it's late and it ain't much, after all that's happened, but it's t-

Before he could even finish, you'd dropped your guns, leapt into his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck as you tumbled onto the ground with him. Arthur broke the fall with his body as he held you tightly, the bouquet still intact in one hand.

"Darlin'! Wha' was that for?" Arthur grinned, his arms holding your hips above him. "Almost crushed m' gift for you!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off. I was angry an-" Arthur watched as you took in a deep breath and shyly responded "I missed you..."

"I know sweethear', I didn't realise how much I needed you till you left. I'm sorry 'bout the letter, 'bout Mary, 'bout everything. I-i-" Arthur gulped, it was now or never.

"I love you darlin', think I always have, just didn't realise it till you left." Arthur smiled as he pushed a stray strand of hair away.

You admired the flowers he had carefully chosen. Yarrow for everlasting love, a red rose to express his love, and explicitly saying that he loves you and a while rose. The rarest of them all, and the most meaningful to you- Arthur had accepted that he was worthy of your sweet love for him and he would gladly open his heart for you.

"I-er had a little help from Jack with the flowers. The white rose was the hardest, but I had to have it in the bouquet." Arthur shyly rubbed the back of his head.

"I love it! And more importantly, I love you, always have done. No matter what, you'd always have me. I'd rather be in your life than outta it." You grinned, kissing his lips gently as Arthur responded happily.

"Your sure? Cos you're stuck with me for good now?" Arthur replied against your lips.

"Forever darlin'..."

"Want to extend our stay in Valentine?"

[Bonus]

Walking into the room Arthur had you blindfolded and made you wait while he quickly set up. "Honey, how long is this gonna take?"

"Keep ya knickers on, I'm almost done!" Arthur retorted, almost muffled before he told you to remove your blindfold. "Take it off darling."

Slowly stripping it off, your eyes widened in lust as you took the sight in before you. Arthur Morgan was naked on the bed with only a very large box of chocolates covering his dick. He had spread white and red roses around the bed and floor, and a scented candle lit in each corner of the room. He held a sign in his hands that read "Will you be mine forever?"

"So will you sweetheart?" Arthur asked rather hesitantly, even though he knew your answer.

"You don't have to ask Arthur. I'm yours forever long you'll have me." You smiled sweetly as you made your way over to him, opening the box and popping a chocolate into your mouth before kissing him and sharing the chocolate.

"I've always been yours darlin', long before I even knew it." Arthur grinned, tugging you closer but not before you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him with a cheeky grin and teasingly asked,

"Can I unwrap my present now?"

***

[mangostahiti]

🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱🐶🐱

[toracainz]

Life imitates art

Jake has been spotted in Italy 🥰

Thank you, Elvira!

[outlawwithaheart]

Outlaw's Masterlist :)

Asks open :) Feel free to ask for Headcannons, or oneshots! I do fluff, or smut (I don't write anything violent, if you want specifics you can ask anonymously if you want <3)

Arthur Morgan💗

General Relationship Headcannons (pt. 1)

General Relationship Headcannons (pt. 2)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Charles Smith💕

General Relationship Headcannons

NSFW Headcannons

Charles x Reader Oneshot (GN! Reader)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Charles x Virgin! Reader (NSFW HCs)

Micah Bell💛

Micah x Reader (Oneshot)

Micah during pregnancy, and as a father (HCs)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Javier Escuella💜

Javier Escuella Relationship Headcannons

Javier Escuella Fluff Headcannons

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Sean MacGuire

Sean MacGuire General Relationship HCs

Modern! Sean x Reader (smut, oneshot)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Hosea Matthews ❣️

Hosea as a Dad to a Young Adult!Reader (HCs)

Kerian Duffy💕💗💕💗💕

General Headcannons for Keiran

Bill Williamson 💙

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Dutch Van Der Linde ❤️

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

John Marston🖤

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

[mary-is-a-mess]

Made a reference for my rdo oc!!

Originating from Poland, Mary came to the states in search of a better life. She met Sean while he was still missing from the gang, kept him company and became his lover in the cabin up in Tall Trees. They later joined back up with the Van Der Linde gang, where she resided up until Sean started flirting with Karen. After this, she became a lone ex-outlaw, running from the law. Later, when she learned of Sean's death from Charles, she helped both him and John exact their revenge, dying in the process.

When it comes to relationships, Mary was Sean's lover for about a year or so, up until a few weeks until the blackwater heist. She was also very close with Charles and had a father-daughter relationship with Hosea.

Her horse is named Philemon - a blue roan missouri fox trotter

There is a lot more lore to her! If you guys would like to know, please do dm me on tumblr!! i would love to chat about rdo and ocs!

Also special thanks to @bastardenjoyer for helping me out 💕

[areacodefan]

Aye aye, Captain! Self-trust mode activated! Sending all available gas to power a small country. 🤣

How amazing is it to see Austin smiling so much?!?! Hanging out with Callum and the MOTA cast back-to-back with Timmy and Zendaya and Flo… he’s with his tribe and I love that for him. He’s around people who are pursuing their artistic dreams AND enjoying genuine romantic connections. It must be comforting and inspiring!

Honestly, tho, even with that joy I’ve sensed a slight shadow on his heart, probably with Lisa Marie’s anniversary and birthday plus the pressure of his situationship status.

I mean, I have no idea as I like to say. I’m literally watching images and video of him on a screen so what the hell do I know? I could be just projecting or imagining things. But he’s so sensitive and I feel like he’s finally processing more of the whirlwind and layered emotions of the past 2 years (ok five if you count making Elvis). He looks great and happy AND a little tired and done.

I think it’s because he’s around actual peers and people he respects. When you’re in trusted company, you can let your guard down. When you let your guard down, you start feeling things that haven’t been exactly safe to feel up to that point. I think he’s had to be so guarded, especially the past year since the awards season momentum turned into some snarky backlash (I won’t name any names Vanessa) followed by the awareness that K was all about the shallow and he was unhappy with that.

Anyway, I’m just spitballing here and this has zero basis in anything other than my own thoughts — but you know how I like to come into your asks and speculate! 😂

MJ don't you dare go and gaslight yourself now lol. The shippers have done that enough to us that we can use said gas to power an entire small country. Embrace your thoughts and accept them. We as women have strong intuition for a reason. We just know.

I agree with everything you said. He is looking energetically happy, and he feels so much lighter. Of course he's a little tired from traveling all over the place for his work, but he is so much happier with his good friends and people that care about him. No baggage from the baby food girl

[ravenquingvax]

Nothing else feels like when you cut your wip folder down from 15 wips to 7 wips.

Still not 100% sure I'm going to keep all 7 survivors either yet.

But the current survivors are;

Crown Of Thorns - an AU were Hotis kidnaps Vax the night he comes to get his revenge on the rogue

Not My Mark - a messed up dad!Vax fic set in a A/B/O universe, featuring the Briarwoods being awful

Stars In Your Eyes - some Vax/Allura exploration, focusing on Allura's pov

Separation Burns - an au where Vax and Vex never reunited after Vex left Vax all alone in the woods when they escaped from Syngorn and Vax was picked up by Professor Byron Anders

Ring For Me - a story exploring Vex's feelings on her secret marriage to Percy during the year off, and everything that happened when the break ended

Thorned Feathers Make A Man - an au where Vax was killed by the Briarwoods in Emon and becomes a vampire after the fact

Present - a follow-up story to Kinship And Makeup, explores Vax's trauma some more and builds on the budding friendship between Vax and Cassandra

And the stories cut were;

A Red Dead Redemption 2 meets Vox Machina au - basically, a young Vax and Vex end up in the Van der Linde gang during the events of RDR2

A football au - a story following each member of Vox Machina struggle in the world of football before coming together and starting their own club

an apartment au - a multi-crossover slice of life fic in modern day exandria

vaxleth fluff - taking place during the year off, Vax and Keyleth take a stroll and think on everything that has happened and may happen

a rewrite of an old, weird multi-fandom crack fic I wrote as a teenager

a fallout au - modern day Exandria is turned into an irradiated wasteland and years later society tries to rebuild itself with difficulty

a stardew valley au - Percy arrives in Pelican Town after escaping the Briarwoods and meets some really interesting characters

psychopomp!vax au - this would have been a series of snapshots of Vax helping various CR characters pass on after a reader-insert introduction??? was also possibly going to have a sister fic exploring the idea of Vax getting an extra week to get his affairs in order before he ascended

If anyone has any questions about any of these stories, or about why i chose to cut the ones that i did, feel free to send in asks about them! 💕

[EDIT - somehow accidentally deleted the 8th cancelled fic idea before i hit post, whoops]

[softrozene]

“Please Look at Me.” - Charles Smith

From an old event I did called the Sad Yee Haw Hours:

Slimeballll asked: HEY BISH 💕 can I please request 17 “please look at me” with Charles 🥰 gimme allll the angst 😩😘 

rdr2 masterlist 

You know how I said my prior Charles request hurt? This one slapped me across the face and ripped my heart out. I think this is hurt Charles hours. :’) Enjoy babes! I hope you got tissues! 

Originally published on June 17, 2020 

Charles Smith x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Non-Binary)

Scenario Starter Number 17: “Please look at me.”

Warnings: Sinning once more for hurting this man : (, angst, reader and Charles have been a couple years before joining the Van Der Linde gang au, Mentions of cheating (Arthur with Reader), oops

Words: 837

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“Please look at me.”

Your voice is shaking as the guilt eats you up whole. You have never witnessed this man ever cry until now. In all your years of being together, you have never seen him break down like this. You didn’t expect this at all. You had thought he was losing feelings for you so of course, you started to distance yourself.

Why wouldn’t you? You didn’t want to stay with someone who no longer looks at you with love and care. Sure, he has his moments but he’s been detached and stressed from moving from Colter to Horseshoe Overlook. It’s been a stressful few months, you should have given him the benefit of a doubt, but you didn’t.

Instead, you made a mistake and now you’re paying the price for it.

You go to beg him again, ignoring the obvious eavesdroppers in the group, but he finally looks at you. His eyes are misty, filled with hurt, distrust, and it nearly kills you right there and then. He lets out a sigh as his hand goes to fix his hair.

“I don’t want to look at you. Looking at you right now fills me with disgust,” He states honestly.

Seeing your eyes water at this makes him look away. You reach for his free hand and he freezes at your touch. He never freezes with your touch, he always leans into it. You fucked up.

“It was just one night. It was a stupid mistake, it’ll never happen agai-“

He cuts you off with a glare. He takes a moment to control his anger and speaks as calmly as he can. “A mistake? You were supposed to be back within an hour or so. You deliberately stayed the night in the middle of nowhere with him. He admitted you seduced him. What you did was not a mistake but a choice,” Charles states his eyes growing cold.

“Charles I love you. I never meant to hurt you. I had too many dri-“

He cuts you off again. This time the anger and disappointment rising as he tries desperately to keep his cool. “I would’ve believed your tale if Arthur hadn’t come clean first. It’s sad that my friend did this to me but he came clean and ratted you out. You had no intentions to tell me what you did. He told me drinks were involved after his camp was set-up. You knew your intentions the second you decided not to come home straight to me,” He says.

When you can’t say anything to defend yourself he scoffs and continues. “Not even that. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the looks you gave Arthur at Colter leading up to here? It’s the same look I always gave you and that you used to give me. I can only assume that you started to take an interest in him and acted on it. That’s the only way that Arthur would have hurt me like that but for you to hurt me like this? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

You feel sick. You feel so sick and disgusted with yourself. It’s like your gut keeps twisting into knots. You hate what you did now that you see the aftermath. It wasn’t worth hurting Charles like this. It wasn’t worth feeling a different person’s touch because you thought Charles and you were slowly losing love. It was your fault and now you don’t know if there is a way to salvage it. Especially, with the way he is looking and speaking to you.

“You threw away all of our years together…” He says seeming to no longer have any anger in him, just disappointment.

Your eyes widen and bring up the hand you are desperately holding onto and make it cup your cheek. You plea with him. “Charles, look at me. I’m still your partner. I’m still the person you love.”

He shakes his head and pulls away. The sting in your heart is growing and you can’t fix it. This is unfixable.

He confirms this. “You threw away all of our years together. I wanted to live the rest of my life with you but not anymore. I thought I can work past this before confronting you but I can’t. I just don’t get how you can do that to a person, make them feel as if they are nothing and then expect nothing to change. By the end of the week either I’m leaving this group or you are.”

Before you can beg him more or he can spare you another glance he turns to leave needing to be alone. You watch him stalk off until you gather yourself and take a look around. The eavesdroppers in the group are glaring at you and you already know that it is you who is leaving this group.

You are going to leave the one man who was your peace all because you fucked up and hurt him. Maybe you deserve the lone path.

[squippy360]

Hii, can you making a list of the fanfics in progress and what you're coming out with partly because I gave you a couple of requests about a month ago and I have no idea if you got them or not also it'll be nice to know what else is on its way, love ur work! ❤

Eeeeeeeeee💗💖💕💓💖💘💞💖💗💓💖💘🧡💝💞💖💝❤💖💗 I've been waiting to do this.

So recently I've gotten into more fandoms like rdr2 and c.o.d so now I will be writing more stuff with gay cowboys and muscular military men. So here's the list rn

Bullet points: actually working on

Numbers: thinking about

Loki x Dom!male reader

Sub!tony stark

Stucky x twink!male reader

Hypnotized!stucky x male reader

Arthur morgan x male reader

Soap x male reader

Ghost x male reader

Roach x male reader

Roach x ghost x soap x male reader

Ghost x soap

😍Keiran duffy😍 x male reader

Charles x male reader x Arthur Morgan

Hosea Mathews x male reader x Dutch van der Linde

[zukoromantic]

@ai-higurashi @temporalworrier

ROUND 1, SIDE B:

For comparison:

Viva! Spark! Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure

(video url: https://youtu.be/jZk_rwLgsC4)

Cheers! Delicious Party♡Pretty Cure

(video url: https://youtu.be/XXB6_KvfJuM)

[gurugirl]

anon tfmi is one of my favorite stories I’ve ever read so I highly recommend it!!

Linds you're the absolute 💕sweetest💕! Thank you for saying this 🥺

xoxo

[lindszeppelin]

HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY LINDS!!! Hope you enjoy your special day. Wishing you of love, health, peace but more importantly happiness. 💕💕💕🥳🎂🎉🎉🎉🎈🎈🎈💯🌟🌟🌟💕💕💕

ooooh hippie thank you so much! I love having you as a friend, you're the best and so supportive!

[downinthehull]

HIHI ITS SO NICE TO SEE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE RED DEAD FANDOM WHO ARE ALSO AGE REGRESSORS 😭💖💕

Could I request some headcannons for age regressor Dutch Van Der Linde please? They don’t have to be period typical or anything for convenience sake (pacifiers weren’t actually invented until about 1920 or so lol) maybe with Hosea Matthews as his caregiver? Or not, whatever you prefer! Please go wild, have fun with it 💕💖💕💖 Thanks again, have an incredible day!!

howdy! it is nice!!! <3 an yeah, quite a very small part of the red dead fandom i'd say-certainly not very many agere fics and the like :<

but, anyway, let's see-

honestly i've never really thought about regressed dutch before this! but now that i think about it, the guy is certainly pretty stressed. sorry there aren't very many (these were just the ones i could come up with off the top of my head) but here's some hcs, my friend! <3

age range 1-3 and early teens

honestly i think dutch wouldn't really be aware of like, exactly how old he is when he's small. he'd either say he's feeling younger or on the older side, but not anything really specific. hosea is usually pretty good at telling whether the man is feeling smaller or older.

i feel like he would be a teen regressor as well because he ran away in his teens, so obviously it wasn't the easiest time in his life-though he obviously hasn't had the easiest life in general.

very shy/private about his regression

really the only person who knows about it is hosea. the two are usually confined to either man's tent when dutch is small.

he feels guilty/bad about regressing

dutch sees it as not being able to handle the pressure of being the leader and looking out for everyone in the gang.

he's convinced that it's some kind of show of weakness, though hosea has been trying to help him not feel that way about it. and seems to be making progress slowly but surely.

at the lake with hosea

(purely because i love the fishing mission)

if the two men aren't cooped up in one of their tents, they're probably out fishing or sitting out by the lake.

when he's feeling older and they're out fishing, there's plenty of songs being sung and laughs being had. though if he's on the smaller side hosea is telling him stories and sharing his secrets on how to catch the most/biggest fish.

if they're just sitting down at the shore, dutch would probably be on the look for whatever cool/pretty rocks he could find. he either gives them to hosea or sticks them in his pockets. while the caregiver tries to show him how to skip the rocks on the lake.

the count/horses in general

he loves going on short rides with the count. he loves brushing the horse's mane and coat, and telling him whatever "secrets" he has. whenever he goes for a short ride, hosea is usually trailing not too far behind him on silver dollar.

every once and a while he rides with hosea on silver dollar.

sometimes he likes to just hang around by all the gang's horses and pet them as well.

[permanentreverie]

LINDS!! happiest of birthdays to you!! 🥺 it’s been so wonderful knowing you from our days of yelling about musicals to sending messages back and forth (which makes my heart go 💗��💕💕) and everything in between! I hope this year brings you wonderful things you’ve always dreamed of and even joyful things you never would’ve seen coming. ILY 💙💙

🥹 we truly have been mutuals for so long, hope we can be mutuals for much longer!!

[planet-marz1]

🐰 very curious what u say here hehe

hehe hii linds

ok so two things

🍃 (i think you get what I mean here hehe)

pixel man (i know you love him just as much as i do 💕)

send me a 🐰 & I'll tell you something I associate you with

[twisted-tales-told]

7, 17, and 47 for the game 💕

HI LINDS

This ask game

Another strange talent: dropping facts at the most insane times I consider this a skill

17: last lie I told was the garbage one from my last ask but I did also tell my friends little sister that yeah that seven step skin care routine you impulsively bought is a good investment 100% (I actually think she’s just stressed rn so she needed something to look forward to but bestie that was way overpriced)

47. Do you have any obsessions right now?

BOY DO I EVER

Well I’m currently obsessed with watercolour painting and have been spending like all my spare time hyperfixation on watercolours

I also am on a huge doctor who binge

Also I’ve been reading these good omens essays that @sectumsempress1 has been sending me and they’re 10/10 so amazing