#red dead redemption x gender neutral reader

[ilovebabygirls]

[THE GANG GOING TO SAVE (YOUR NAME) FROM O'DRISCOLL BOYS]

[JOHN ABOUT TO BREAK IN THE HOUSE THEY ARE KEEPING THEIR FRIEND HOSTAGE IN]

ARTHUR : Ready?

[(YOUR NAME) SAFE AND SOUND OUTSIDE THE HOUSE, A FEW BRUISES BUT NOTHING BAD]

(YOUR NAME) [SMILING] : What are you guys doing?

ARTHUR [CLEARLY AT A LOSS FOR WORDS] : Y-You... Uh, we're here to save you.

(YOUR NAME) [GETTING EMOTIONAL] : You were gonna... save me?

JOHN [HANGING BY THE WINDOW] : It was a really good plan too.

(YOUR NAME) [TEARING UP] : Well I can go back inside and you can still do it.

[2demondogs]

More Touch Starved Arthur Morgan/Reader Headcanons

A/N: Part one here. I wanted to write his reactions to specific actions. Gender neutral reader.

Most things make him feel like a livewire, if not because no one's ever been that tender with him then because it's been years. He definitely has his favorites, though.

Arthur thinks his hands are clunky. The way you once took his hand in yours and traced the lines and scars on it got to him, let alone the brushes of your lips on his split, bruised knuckles. How can you love hands so soaked in decades of others' blood, acting like his drawings and loving are all they've ever done?

Your liveliness is nearly overwhelming. He loves holding people in general: it makes him feel like he's finally being the protector a man ought to be. It's near euphoric to have your head on his chest while you sleep, tucked in that dip where his shoulder meets pec, clearly feeling safe... because of him.

On the other hand, Arthur will warm up fast to being held by you. He's never slept better feeling, for once, protected by someone else. He definitely has to blink off stinging eyes on a couple nights. The vulnerability he feels just makes him borrow deeper. He'd curl up inside your ribcage, if he could.

You seem to think about him in ways others don't. The guilt subsides in the shadow of something indescribable over a kiss to the back of his knee, where only the sun has touched; thumbs digging into sore hips or calves. If you massage the tension out of anywhere, Arthur won't know how to act whatsoever - but target his hips or his legs and he's caught between lust and love.

Anything mindless will get to him, too. Grabbing his hand or elbow while walking, curling your arms around his waist or shoulders when he's in a good position for it, gently scratching his back and shoulders when you sit somewhere. All of it "just because." It takes him a long time to realize that being sweet on him is something that comes naturally to you, and that realization is heavy.

[dutchiepoo2]

John Marston x Reader: Snuggling hcs

big big soft spot for john marston. he's taken over my brain.

rdr2 aged John in this post. this is also a jumbled mess.

mentions nsfw stuff but not in detail. gender neutral.

John is canonically a snuggler. Thank you, Rockstar!!! -Jelly

John's main love languages are acts of service and physical touch.

So, touch him, right? WRONG. It's not that simple.

Initially, no matter what your intention or relationship is with John, any touch that isn't heading straight towards sex is going to make him very uncomfortable.

If he doesn't know/trust you very well, he might get snappy. He'll yank himself away from you and demand to know what the hell you're doing.

If you already have any sort of sexual relationship, he'll interpret it as a come on, even if it's obviously not. Immediately gets all cocky and annoying and tries to domineer over the situation. He's more comfortable with sex than intimacy, so it's easier for him to go in that direction than face his own vulnerability.

It'll take a lot of trial and error.

If he knows you a little better, and you make it glaringly obvious that this is not you trying to jump his bones (you're just holding hands, he needs to chill out), he is wary and doesn't know how to react.

He likes you, so he doesn't default to his typical anger/attitude.

He might become tense, or quiet, or still. ESPECIALLY if other people are around.

It's kind of disconcerting initially. Let him relax into it, and be kind. He's just trying to soak it in.

Be patient - he hasn't really ever received much affection before. He needs time. It ain't easy being traumatized. :,)

The best way to initiate physical contact without scaring him off is post-sex. That's the physical closeness he's okay with, so it's much easier to piggyback off sex than to start from scratch.

Lay with him when he's feeling good from the afterglow. Lean against his shoulder or hug his arm while you share a cigarette.

If that's not your style, catch him in a good mood at the campfire and sit a little closer. Bump knees or something and joke around with him.

Sit with him while he's fixing something on the wagon and pass him nails and tools. Let your fingers brush. He'll get the message eventually.

Now, how does he initiate?

Before you get into a routine/relationship, he can be a bit shy about initiating physical contact.

He'll awkwardly place his hand on your shoulder or knee, but he'll be so stiff. Not smooth at all.

It's best to not acknowledge it, honestly. Let him become a little more comfortable and a little less embarrassed without him thinking you're judging him (poor John)

Might offer you a hand to balance if you're climbing down from a wagon or stepping over something. Helps you off your horse like you haven't been riding half your life.

He likes to caress. John will just kind of run his fingers or his hand back and forth along your skin or clothes.

Eventually, he'll work his way up to TWO hands on you at the same time. (baby steps!)

He'll come up behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He might even rest his chin on your shoulder and watch whatever task you're doing.

Likes to hug you from behind like this. If he needs attention and you're alone, he'll come up behind you and just lean half his weight on you.

he's heavy

When other people are around, he isn't super affectionate, but will leave lingering touches. Guiding you by your lower back, a hand on your knee, a gentle pat between the shoulder blades. It's sweet.

Behind closed doors, he can be clingy. It's usually only when he's unhappy about something, though.

His day-to-day need for cuddling isn't super crazy, but if he's upset or has been missing you, he'll give you a big hug... from the front!!!

Trust me, it's a big deal. He's letting you see him needing comfort.

Is more than willing to indulge you if you need a hug, too.

Rocks you back and forth.

If you're seeking out touch because you're upset, John places a hand on the back of your head and cradles your face to his shoulder.

When it's bedtime, he wants to unwind from the day close to you.

Canonically a big spoon. It's very hard to spoon him because he always wants to be facing you.

He just likes you :(

If you don't cuddle up to him when you're trying to sleep, he'll grab you anyways.

Also, he's SO HOT and can get quite sweaty. He inevitably moves away in the middle of the night to cool down.

If you wake up before him, please go lay on him. He'll wake up with this lazy grin on his face that will give you butterflies.

Obligatory silly hcs:

I can see him being one of those people who randomly bites/pinches/flicks while cuddling. He likes seeing you caught off guard!

REALLY wants to run his fingers through your hair, because it feels so good when you do it to him. Don't let him do it. He'll accidentally rip half your hair out of your scalp.

If he's helping you climb up something, puts a hand on each of your ass cheeks and pushes. He usually pushes too hard, and you fall off balance.

Will ALWAYS comment when you smell bad, but will still want to hug you. Gets a little butthurt if you do the same.

Occasionally violently twitches in his sleep. If he falls asleep holding you, you might find yourself being jerked awake by his random sudden movements. If you try to move around, he'll grumble at you for "waking him up."

[orchid-and-bone]

"Savior" ||

Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader

Rating: None

Length: 2.1k

Asked by: @photo1030

Ooo! Random thought, maybe can link to my last request. Reader (or character, your choice) gets hurt and Arthur has to take care of them. Maybe shot in the leg and he has to carry them. They get to see a softer side to him, being all caretaker and protective.

Protective Arthur is just... *chef's kiss* I can't explain it but seeing him so good with a gun, being able to down someone within seconds then to turn around and be so gentle with you?? I need it, crave it, even. Thanks for the ask, hon!~

*

It was supposed to be a simple bank coach robbery, just a quick in-and-out sort of situation, and you insisted that you go along to assist Mary-Beth and Sean, but with Arthur being as worried as he always was, he felt it was best to tag along and make sure Sean didn’t pull you into any other mischief. The Irishman, of course, took offense to that, but he didn’t exactly mind that you two wanted to tag along. The more the merrier, even if the cut of the pay was less.

As much as Arthur tried to insist you remain back, you were headstrong and refused to let him tell you what you were capable of. You’d had a successful string of heists you were able to pull off with the other gang members, so why would this one be any different? Without much argument afterward, you rode off on your horse behind Sean and Mary-Beth, and a disgruntled Arthur followed you all from the rear. 

It was difficult to put into words how this made Arthur feel, but he knew that going along to assist would have eased his discomfort, and hearing Sean’s plan to distract the coach was more than entertainment in itself. But with Sean being inept with firearms, Arthur had ridden alongside your horse to listen in on the plan. 

Mary-Beth was more than excited to get out of the camp and put her talent to good use, and even more so when you had offered to tag along if they wouldn’t mind. “Oh, this is excitin’!” She exclaimed with a large smile on her face. “Easy enough to flag ‘em down, I think.”

Sean was proud of his idea and felt that he should have had more credit, but Arthur, being who he was, was unsure and unimpressed with Sean’s usefulness when it came to stressful situations. 

“I’m just keepin’ an eye on you, MacGuire, I know they’re solid,” he stated matter-of-factly as his horse trotted along to the speed of Ennis. 

“Alright, alright, you get knocked out on a mission one time-”

“More than once,” Arthur corrected. 

The Irishman just scoffed and shook his head. “Look, you can write about it in your journals, but let’s get back to my job, the one I brought y’all in on!” He huffed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how much those two men were always at each other’s throats, no matter what the other was doing. “Let’s focus, gentleman, the lady and I will have this done lickety-split, it’ll be a cakewalk.” You looked over at Arthur with confidence shining in your eyes, and you thought you caught a glimpse of a smile from across his face, but it was gone before you could blink. 

Sean led the way until they came to a crossroads, then he told you all to keep the horses out of sight as he scoped out where they could hide for the time being. “Alright then, here we are, they’ll be comin’ from the North any minute, you both know what you’re doin’, right?”

Arthur just scoffed and shook his head. “Course they know what they’re doin’,” he replied gruffly.

You jumped down from your horse and patted its muzzle gently. “Mary-Beth is gonna run out and flag ‘em down, I’ll be off a ways to scope out the guards, and you two will be behind the log. Sean will ring off some shots, and Arthur will come in and clean up while I pick ‘em off from behind. Easy.”

Sean looked satisfied with that response and nodded. “Alright, perfect! Now, Morgan, let’s go and get behind this log, you-” he pointed in your direction, “-get over to those trees and don’t be spotted. Mary-Beth, get ready.”

The redhead felt proud of this plan, he was sure everything would work out, and he had the details down to a T. Everything went fine until it didn’t.

Instead of spooking the guards to throw them off, Sean took aim after hearing the way one of the men spoke to Mary-Beth and scoped him from his spot behind the log. Arthur immediately began to fire, albeit reluctantly since Sean was deviating from the initial plan. He hadn’t caught sight of you yet, but he figured you were doing alright for yourself. Then suddenly, a man lunged for Mary-Beth and held a gun to her head, his arm clenched around her throat.

“Let GO of me!” She snapped, trying her best to claw at his arm.

“Got your little lady friend here! Drop your guns!”

Arthur removed his rolling block rifle and watched the man hide himself behind the woman through the scope. “Dammit, he keeps movin’, don’t got a clear shot.”

“I got it!” You suddenly yelled out, and before you had a chance to line up the shot, the man had heard you and took aim. The shot rang out and the bullet penetrated your upper thigh. 

Your scream echoed out and Arthur finally had a clear shot to take the man down for good. “Sean, get Mary-Beth! I got them!” He said as he threw the gun over his shoulder and took off running where you’d fallen to the ground. “Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled to himself as he finally caught up to you. 

You were trying your best to hold onto your leg the best you could to apply pressure, but it didn’t help much, you couldn’t stifle the scream you released when it hurt a little too much. “Shit, guess I messed that up badly…”

“Nah, you didn’t, lemme see,” Arthur said as he moved your hands, checking out where the wound was. “Ah, right through the meat of the leg but just missed your femoral artery. You’ll be alright, just gotta treat it when we get to camp. C’mon, it ain’t gonna feel pretty.” 

Arthur grabbed his bandana and tied it around your leg the best he could to keep pressure, then he scooped you into his arms and carried you back to his horse. 

Sean and Mary-Beth had cleaned out the coach and the dead men’s pockets as he took care of you, but Mary-Beth felt awful. “Are they gonna be alright?” She asked, her tone laced with worry. 

He just nodded and helped you as carefully as he could onto his horse, but the discomfort was a lot, yet you remained as strong as you could and held onto the horn of the saddle. “Call my horse, please…” You whimpered. “Can’t leave ‘em here…”

“You worry ‘bout yourself, your horse’ll be fine,” the gunslinger assured you as he hopped on behind you. “It’s gonna hurt with the ride but the faster we get back the better. Y’all go on, we’ll split the money when we meet back, don’t let anyone follow you.”

“Sir, yes sir,” Sean said with a meek smile, feeling awful you’d been hurt. “Take care of ‘em, will ya?” 

Arthur nodded in response, whistled for your horse to follow, and rode off as quickly as he could. The ride was definitely painful, but you managed to hold out long enough until you got back to camp, where Arthur had taken you to your tent, which thankfully had some privacy. He left you alone for all of two minutes when he came back with all the necessities he needed to fix you up proper. 

You lay there on your cot, and as you tried to look up at him to speak, all you could do was groan in pain until he placed his hand gently on the back of your neck, having you sit up slightly. “Here, take a shot of whiskey, it’ll help a bit. I gotta dig the bullet out and cauterize the wound.”

After hearing all that and swallowing the burning liquid, your consciousness was in and out, very hazy, until you saw black and just heard the sound of Arthur’s voice. 

Hours later, you awoke with a dry hoarseness in your throat, your eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the low lamplight that had been inside your tent, and you looked up to see Arthur beside your cot. He already reached for the deerskin and placed it to your lips. You drank greedily at the water until you felt satisfied enough to pull away, coughing from the coldness. 

“There you are,” Arthur greeted softly, removing the deerskin from your grasp. “You’re gonna be fine, just gotta stay off the leg for a while,” he commented. “You feelin’ alright?” He leaned over and dunked a cloth into a bucket of water, then wring it out, and placed it gently over your forehead. 

You looked over at him and smiled softly. “Didn’t know you were so caring,” you joked softly, chuckling to yourself. 

Arthur waved his hand dismissively and scoffed. “Had my fair share of bullets is all, makin’ sure you don’t pull a stunt like that again, you hear?” 

You nodded and a small smile crept across your face, you couldn’t help but stare up at him and admire the man. He acted as if he didn’t care much about others, that he wasn’t any better than a stone-cold killer, but here he was worrying about you and taking care of you. Usually, it was left up to one of the women who were more well-versed in bedside manner, like Miss Grimshaw, but Arthur had insisted on your behalf. Naturally, he didn’t tell you this, it was Mary-Beth who informed you when she came in to visit while Arthur had gone to refill the bucket and grab some more medical supplies from Strauss’s wagon.

“Oh it’s been real sweet, he ain’t left unless he needed to get somethin’ for you,” Mary-Beth beamed. “Almost like somethin’ straight out of one of my books, he’s been real particular, too.”

“Of what?” You questioned.

“He hasn’t let anyone other than me and Tilly into your tent, even was on edge when Charles offered to help.” 

This information made your cheeks feel warm, he was practically babying you back to health, you’d never seen this side of him before. “Wow, I would have never expected Arthur Morgan to be at my bed-side,” you teased as you looked up at the young woman. 

She nodded, still all smiles. “Well, I hear him comin’ so that’s my cue, better leave you to it or else he’ll kick me out,” she joked and stood up from the chair. “You feel better, and holler if you need anythin’ from us.”

“Thanks, Mary-Beth.”

She nodded her head and left the tent, then was quickly replaced by Arthur, who set the bucket down beside his chair and had a bowl of stew in the other hand. “You think you can eat yet?”

You hummed in response and wet your dry lips with your tongue. “I can try if it’ll make you feel better.”

“It would, now here,” he offered as he slowly placed his hand beneath your shoulders, giving you a little push to help you sit up.

“Heard you’ve been fussin’ over me since we got back, that true?”

Arthur sighed, knowing damn well Mary-Beth was going to say something to you at some point. “It ain’t a big deal, no big drama,” he waved it off. “Just makin’ sure you’re gonna be okay, which you are, by the way.” He held the bowl until you were ready to take it and try to feed yourself, but still leaned forward in case he needed to grab it from you. “Just rest up and you’ll be right as rain soon enough.” You grabbed the bowl and smiled over at Arthur, the adoration in your eyes quite apparent. “Arthur… thank you, I know you’re gonna think it’s no big deal, but it is to me. Couldn’t have made it without you,” you remarked. “I owe you-”

“You don’t owe me nothin’, well, except maybe one thing.”

Your head perked up and you offered him a smile. “Anything.”

With that, his mouth curled into a wide smile, thoughts running through his head as if he could have said so many things, but those thoughts would be shared later. For now, he figured he should settle on the obvious. “Promise me next time you ain’t gonna go runnin’ with MacGuire, you need a job done, you ask me.” He sat back in the chair and offered a lopsided grin. 

Thankfully you didn’t bring the spoon up to your mouth; you’d laughed and almost dropped the bowl. “Sure thing, Arthur, anything for you.” Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help but feel like you owed him more than that, but for now, you owed him to get better and listen for once. You’d show him how grateful you were when you could use your leg again. 

“Hey, Arthur?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks again,” you said softly. 

The man just chuckled and lit up a cigarette after getting your permission. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

[pendingtomatoes]

Kieran Duffy NSFW Headcanons

Beware, NSFW writing under the cut! Written by a trans man, but I've done my best to keep things gender-neutral. Also...kink things. You know that. I can't write vanilla sex. (Specifically: puppy play and praise kink)

Always blushing. No matter what, the tips of his ears will be burning, his face red and flushed down his neck to his chest.

Absolutely touch starved. Even innocent touches will make him flustered, never mind any touches that might promise more. Touch his fingers while he's handing you something and his ears will be burning.

Will get hard immediately and is incredibly embarrassed about it. Be it a dirty joke, a gentle touch or just a heated look, Kieran will be straining in his pants and hurrying to hide away somewhere.

Not only does he get hard at an almost alarming speed, but he also shoots off quickly. With some training, he'd be able to last longer, but luckily he enjoys overstimulation and will be able to cum at least twice.

Speaking of shooting quickly, he can and will cum in his pants from a particularly heated make-out session. He immensely enjoys pleasing his partner with his mouth and will rut against their leg while doing so, easily reaching orgasm from humping their leg or boot.

Into puppy play. I'm sorry but call this man a good pup and he will melt instantly. He's really shy about it at first, his partner having to stick to praising him and giving him scratches (especially behind the ears, he will forget how to speak, close his eyes and lean into it so hard he almost falls over). Over time, he starts to be more comfortable with it, happy to be led on a leash or to hump his partner's leg to earn his orgasm. Aside from that, he loves to sit at his partner's feet while they do something else, resting his head on their thigh and looking for pets.

Very averse to pain and humiliation (who would've guessed), so he needs a lot of praise and a lot of preparation if he's the one getting fucked.

Speaking of that, Kieran much prefers getting fucked. He's a bit self-conscious about his size (a bit smaller than average) and will only top if his partner is taking charge (though he does love it when they praise him during it, really boosting his self-esteem by telling him how good he fills them up and how nicely he fits).

Very easily goes non-verbal during sex. If he manages to say anything, it's all pleading or thanking his partner, but it's mostly just noises.

On the topic of noises, Kieran definitely whines nonstop. He'd try so hard to be quiet, but he can't hold his noises back, even if he's near camp. He will be mortified afterwards, but in the moment he is impossible to shut up. Even if gagged he will still somehow be loud. So naturally, everyone is going to tease him about it.

Overstimulate him enough and he will cry. If you keep going after he's cum twice he will be fully sobbing and begging to stop, but he will thank you profusely if you do indeed keep going (you will have to insist on setting a safe word with him, he can be quite unclear on if he actually needs to stop sometimes.)

Also definitely cries a little after sex. He loves the feeling of laying together afterwards and wants to be held close, and just feels so at peace he can't help himself.

[spongeyspot]

can I please have some Arthur Morgan headcanons? here’s some ideas for it

His experience at a target

getting a little treat after a hard day of work

being a passenger princess

basically following his new “caretaker” around while he figures out the modern world.

1890s!Arthur being thrown into the modern world HC

A/N: I'm gonna go with the last two bc I find it so funny. ALSO: I should clarify, that this isn't a relationship hc. The reader (You/yours pronouns) is g/n, and Arthur becomes their roommate

(And they were roommates...)

Arthur Morgan was in the blast zone of Francis Sinclair's time machine and accidentally hitched a ride to the year 2023.

- Gets hit by (your) a car when he wandered into the street

- It took him quite a bit to come to terms that this place was not the one he once knew

- Wants to get home so badly, but it seems he's stuck. He can't find Vincent Sinclair anywhere.

- He seeks out your help and at first, when he explains his predicament, you think he's a crazy homeless guy

- He tries to go off on his own to figure things out but comes back immediately because things have changed so much from the place he once knew.

- He also almost got hit by another car

- You decide you want to show Arthur the finer things in life, first starting with getting vaccinated... God knows how many diseases Arthur would be exposed to, let alone the ones he already has.

- Also a toothbrush because his breath is probably rancid

- He sleeps on your couch for a while

- eventually moves into your spare bedroom and starts having to pay some of the rent

- He'd have to work under the table because his birth certificate says he was born in 1864...

- Probably gets a job with Construction or Bartending

- Also, clean slate? No Bounty! Hell yeah!

- tends to follow you everywhere because he likes how you explain modern life to him

- You got him a cell phone.

- He's never trying to be funny when he asks questions

- "What the hell is a "tik-tok"?"

- "Blue-tooth? Never heard of that, only gold ones... I used to sell em'."

- "And you can just.. talk to this? And it'll bring ya food?? Whenever ya want???"

- holds the phone pinched between two fingers on either side like he's holding a pair of dirty underwear and starts to yell at it that he wants some steak

- Absolutely blown away by pizza

- Astonished when he sees no horses, just giant metal boxes with wheels that seem to move on their own.

- When you explain how it worked and what it was, he called it a "magic stagecoach" for a while

- Passenger princess

- fascinated by modern music. It just comes out of your magic stagecoach with the press of a button?

- Huge Bon Jovi fan. his favorite song is "Wanted Dead or Alive".

- asks "What does this button do?" seconds before he presses it

- holds the "oh shit" handle in your car at all times.

-The first time he was in your car he probably actually screamed

- you got him an electric beard trimmer for Christmas and he acted like you handed him a gold ingot

- quite honestly starts to warm up to the domestic life. having to rob and steal to keep himself alive weighed on him way more than he liked to admit.

- adores movie nights. Movies in the 1900s-2023 are incredibly different than the motion pictures he was used to.

- after he gets used to this new world, he WANTS A MOTORCYCLE SO BAD but opts for a pickup truck instead because it's more convenient

- Insists on cooking dinner on the weekends

- didn't understand your gas stove the first time and he almost blew up your apartment

[theyanderespecialist]

Their Outlaw (Headcanons) Yandere John X Reader X Yandere Arthur (Red Dead Redemption)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one was voted on the Patreon! So yes, that is what we shall do! It is at least Sharing Headcanons where Yandere Arthur Morgan and Yandere John Marston sharing you, the Gender Neutral Outlaw Listener! Will have a Scenario at least on YouTube, maybe here as well! So please enjoy this chapter here!] 

(Disclaimer: John Marston and Arthur Morgan would not share a partner in real life. Remember that this is fiction and just for fun! 

Disclaimer: John Marston and Arthur Morgan are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) 

-Yandere Headcanons With Yandere John Marston and Yandere Arthur Morgan Sharing Gender Neutral Outlaw Reader From Red Dead Redemption- 

.John Marston and Arthur Morgan would not be fully ready to share you at first. 

.They both are in love with you and want you to be theirs and theirs alone, but they know that the best case scenario to have you is for them to share you. 

.So they would at some point be able to agree on sharing you and work together to have you as their partner. 

.John, of course, had to first fully break up with Abigail and leave his son. 

.This is what pissed off Arthur about sharing you with John, because John had a girlfriend and a kid and yet John wanted Arthur's Outlaw, you! It pissed him off. 

.Arthur, in fact, found it very unfair that John had a girlfriend and a kid and was being so greedy to want to have you as the love of his life. 

.John is indeed giving up everything he had to be with you instead of the woman who gave birth to his son. 

.Arthur does remind John of this and does little digs at John, reminding John that if he ever left you, he would never get you back because Arthur would never give you up. 

.Arthur is very loyal, just as much as John is with you. You would have two lovers who are very loyal to you and would not want to share you with anyone else. 

.They barely get along enough to share you with each other. 

.They both know how dangerous being an outlaw is, so they both would be very protective of you. 

.Although they are the yanderes that would not just lock you away at camp. 

.In their eyes, if you go on outings and jobs with them, then you would indeed be able to be safe and sound. 

.They would be able to keep their eyes on you and keep you safe; they both make sure that you are with at least one of them at all times. 

.They would not let you do anything stupid, but they would also teach you how to survive, with shooting guns, hunting, fishing, and living off the land. 

.They both had families in the past, but they also know how dangerous the world is, so they would not want to have a family with you until they know that you are safe to have a family. May it be with biological or adopted kids. 

.They also make sure that piece of shit racists stay away from, people like Micha are scum to them and they do not want them to be near you. 

.They both respect women and people of color. So if you were a person of color, they would be very respectful of you. 

.If you were afab at birth, they would be more gentle and respectful of you. 

.If you were amab, they would be the type to be more firm with you. 

.They are more progressive, and so if you were not as gender conforming or anything like that, they would be more accepting of it. 

.Pretty much regardless of how you see yourself, what is in your pants, or what skin color you have, they would love you and they knew you were perfect just the way you were. 

.They would not accept anyone who treated you poorly for any reason at all, and they would not let anyone else take you from them. 

.As time goes on, they become more attached to you and would put you above others. 

.They deal with rivals by tag teaming them a bit; they can keep an eye on you more, so they can tell when they have rivals faster. 

.And they can get rid of their rivals faster and more efficiently. That way, they can make sure that no one takes you from them. 

.They would not try and kill rivals if they do not have to; they will first try and scare them off first. 

.But if they are from different gangs' members' rivals, or Pinkerton rivals, then they are going to be killed with zero hesitation. 

.They would just leave those rivals to rot on the side of the road. 

.They confessed to you after they both realized they were in love with you, and they agreed that they would share you. 

.If you accept their love, then they were going to make sure that you have the best life with them. 

.If you tell them that you cannot be with both of them, because you either did not love both of them, or you did not love either of them. Then they will be honest with you and tell you that it did not matter. They loved you, and they were going to love you and be with you until you learn how to love both of them. 

.They have a hard time doing a balancing act with you to make sure that you love them and that you spend enough time with both of them. 

.They do sometimes get petty with each other and jealous of each other. 

.You have to do your best to make sure that John and Arthur get an equal amount of time with you. 

.It is not the easiest thing to do, and they can end up getting annoyed that they do not get more time with you, and it makes them argue sometimes, but they do their best not to do that, because they know it is not fair to you. 

.Either Way, they will do their best to be the best partners with you to their final breaths. 

.Since Arthur will most likely die before John, Arthur would make John promise to love you and stay with you. So that he can keep you nice and safe and sound. 

.Otherwise, Arthur will personally beat the crap out of John when he ends up dead. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS This chapter is done! I got the headcanons done, there will be a scenario on the YouTube Reading Version of this! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[immajustvibehere]

Quiet, Solitude Hour

Arthur Morgan x gn!Reader

summary: On a hot afternoon, you find camp deserted with only one lazy cowboy to keep you company.

warning: slightly suggestive, Arthur is some years younger than he was in the game (it's up to you how much tho)

960 words, 5 minutes reading time

Credit to oolonglatte on Twitter! The drawing inspired this fanfiction :)

Camp was uncommonly deserted today. The majority was out on jobs, including Dutch and Miss Grimshaw, whose absence left a void in the usual hierarchy of overseeing and assigning chores. The sun blazed overhead, and whoever wasn't working was seeking shelter in the next saloon or going for a dip in a nearby lake. Even Mr Pearson, who normally remained within the bounds camp, had wandered off with Tilly to fish at a creek.

Having just completed the task of unloading hay from the wagon and neatly arranging it beneath a modest, hastily assembled shelter, you were convinced that you were the only one at camp. But then you saw a wispy thread of smoke rising from Arthur's tent. Not the black sort of smoke you get when you light a campfire, no, someone was smoking a cigarette. It must be Arthur, though his body was well hidden behind the crates that surround his tent.

You grinned as a prospect for diversion and amusement presented itself. You walked up to him, the grass and soil beneath your feet masked any audible approach. Slowly, Arthur’s body appeared. Recumbent upon his cot, Arthur wore nothing but jeans and boots. It looked as if he had hastily unclothed after a ride and now was trying to cool down. It was clear that he hadn’t expected anybody to be here, because even his belt was discarded in the grass, the jeans’ button and zipper had been undone nonchalantly, the latter halfway at best.

You observed the dark hair on his body that thickened beneath the curvature of his navel, only to lead down where it was swallowed by the shadow cast by his jeans. Arthur wasn't one to run around topless very often. You tried to remember when you ever saw him like this, only to realize it must have been years ago if ever.

You smiled contently. Arthur's eyes were closed and when he led the cigarette to his mouth, this happened on instinct and with a perfectly studied movement.

It felt forbidden, watching him like that. So you snuck away, heading for the create in the shadow where the gang kept some bottles of beer. The crate was buried in the ground to exploit every damp coolness that the earth had to offer. When you returned, two moderately cool bottles in hand, Arthur remained blissfully oblivious to your presence. The hand unoccupied by the cigarette, it had since shrunken significantly and would only be good for two more drags, was tracing circles on his lower abdomen. You watched as his fingers sifted through the strands of hair, a gentle caress which underlined that his thoughts were miles away.

Gently, you allowed the bottles to emit a soft chime as they touched and spoke softly: "Hope I'm not interrupting something?" More calmy than you had expected he'd react on the disturbance, Arthur's eyelids parted at a leisurely pace to meet your presence.

"'Course not", Arthur sat up slowly, smiling when you came closer, offering him a bottle. The remnants of his cigarette were extinguished before his fingers grasped the offered refreshment. Then he shifted along the cot, patting the fabric next to him. You sat down and only when your arm lightly brushed against his, Arthur seemed to wake up from his daydream.

He jumped up and put the bottle down on a table.

"Sorry I wasn't expecting someone to be here. Ain't proper to run around like that", Arthur grinned cheekily for a fleeting moment, before he stretched his limbs, righting his jeans and grabbing a shirt.   "Oh, come on!", you giggled, "It's damn hot today, I don't blame you."

Arthur's eyes rested on you for moment. He must have noticed that you also had more buttons unbuttoned than usual, because, though he put his shirt on, sleeved rolled up to expose his forearms, he didn't bother buttoning it, but only cramped the edges into his jeans.

"What've you been up to?", you asked as Arthur sat down next to you again. You still saw some of the drowsiness in him. The hot air had made him tired and if you hadn't disturbed him, he might have dozed off soon.

"Jus' been out riding. I was looking into a lead Hosea told me."

"Is it a good one?", you asked, smilingly. You didn't know where you took the courage from all of a sudden, but you put your hand on top of Arthur's that was resting between your bodies.

"Y-yeah, think so...", Arthur almost choked on the answer, surprised about the hand holding. Well, it wasn’t entirely unexpected, because the two of you had been sweet on one another for some time now. But Arthur's method of dealing with his feelings was to stay away from camp as much as possible, because there was no way you felt the same and he wanted to get over this silly crush. He hadn't expected you to...like him back. Not even talking about daring to do the first move.

"Nobody's going to be back for another hour…", you said, standing up to look around camp. Your hand was still loosely holding Arthur's who was watching you in awe.

"We should make use of this", you grinned suggestively.

Arthur's Adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he swallowed.

"Ya sure? Y/N I didn't know you felt like this...", Arthur said, visibly flustered.

"Now you know", your cheeks were flushed from the confession.

You sat down on Arthur's lap, facing him. Arthur's hands immediately wandered to your hip, holding it in place while looking up to you. Slowly, you pulled out the edge of the shirt that Arthur had crammed into his jeans, undoing the work he had done only a minute ago. But Arthur didn’t mind that at all.

[obsessivelullabies]

arthur giving you flowers.

arthur had never been much of a romantic. his gifts for you, his lovely spouse, were usually small trinkets he’d found when he went out.

when he saw the gorgeous flowers, your favorite color, he immediately thought about you and your pretty face. he carefully cut them from the ground, trying his best to not ruin their stems or petals.

arthur brought them back from his trip, immediately noticing you as he got back. he admired you for a moment. he knew he was whipped as his heart swelled.

arthur approached you, getting your attention and bringing out the flowers. “for you,” he announced.

your sweet reaction made it all worth it for him. he expects to be rewarded with some kisses. “anything for you.” he mumbled against your lips.

i’ve never written for rdr2, i just started playing the game so sorry if i’m writing him wrong

masterlist. | reblogs and comments appreciated.

[missnosferatu]

arthur and reader go fishing (i have ideas)

you’d think after being stuck in a snowstorm for longer than anyone should, you would be happy to get into the warm sun and soft grass away from the mountains. except sometimes the sun has a way of making you feel like it’s completely melting your skin right off of you.

which is why you felt like it was only appropriate to be lying on the ground with your head propped against a hay bale.

despite the glares of one older woman who had a distaste for lazing around.

“she’ll come over an’ drag you up by your big toe” it was a rough grumble- something easily recognizable and had you lifting the hat off your face.

“m’not afraid of her” you huffed, even if it was a complete lie.

your eyes automatically found his, arthur’s flickering away after a moment before he let a small chuckle leave him. it was the best music you could have ever been blessed to hear. if only you could have it on repeat from dutch’s gramophone.

“i do my fair share around here, cowboy” it came out mumbled from you, face turning away from him so he wouldn't see the flush on your face, and you’d miss the one on his.

“i’m not sayin’ that” arthur shook his head, a hand coming up to rub over his stubble. “pearson is over there complainin’ about food”

you scoffed, the idea of the camp cook fussing about food was not lost on you.

“was thinkin’ we could go” he cleared his throat after, and the warmth in your cheeks just seemed content to stay. “why not take javier?” you muttered, hoping it didn't come across horribly. it’s not like you didn't want to go- you just needed to hear him say he wanted you to go.

“ah he’s…” arthur trailed off, a small wave of his hand as he tried to come up with an excuse.

he sighed, hands on his hips as he looked down at you.

“i thought you’d wanna go. never see you out fishin’ much” it came out in an almost mumble, like he was unsure of his answer.

you didn't ask any other questions, just standing with a small huff of air and eyes finding his once again.

“i don't go for a reason” you replied, and that set the two of you towards your horses. it was hardly a ride to the small lake near camp, but it was enough to establish that you couldn't fish to save your life.

a small grunt left you when you dismounted, pulling your fishing pole out when your feet were on the ground. “fish jus’ dont like me” you scoffed, a weak attempt to make up for your lack of skill. it had a hearty laugh leaving arthur, which in turn made the corners of your mouth drift upwards. “fish are pretty smart, i reckon” he teased, causing you to throw a glare his way.

if you weren't already embarrassed to admit you couldn't fish, trying to cast out was going to kill you. your line kept getting tangled without fail, and you were more than ready to give up. especially when you had to fix the line for what felt like the hundredth time. ‘you just gotta…” arthur trailed off from beside you- trying to mimic how to fix it, but to no avail. a frustrated hand pushed hair away from your face, your patience and arthurs wearing a bit thin. “you're not helping” you huffed, voice coming out a bit harsher than intended.

arthur broke, setting his pole down before taking a couple steps towards you. he untangled the line with rage inducing ease- and then his body was close to yours.

“here” he grumbled, his hands on yours to reposition them. his chest brushed against your back faintly, and you couldn't focus on anything but the heat coming off of him. turning your head and finding his face not far from yours brought you and arthur back to reality.

it was an awkward silence, and arthur felt too exposed wirth the way your eyes looked to his. the small shuffle of a fish tugging on his hook had the two of you moving apart, despite yearning for the closeness almost immediately.

“sorry” he mumbled, clearing his throat and avoiding your gaze. “just, uh..wanted to help”

the most you could do was nod your head, hoping you’d sound normal as you spoke.

“yeah, yeah it helped” there was a small curl of your lip, the smallest hint of delight in your voice. you both continued on like normal, maybe getting a bit distracted with fleeting glances.

luckily, you could blame the redness of your cheeks on the heavy heat

[scarfacemarston]

Please if you could, please let me get some comfort from John, just him comforting his crying s/o god I need him so bad rn

I'm so sorry this took so long. I hope you're feeling better. Hopefully, you'll still enjoy this!

Note: Gender Neutral Friendly. This is set in the RDR 1 era, John, because people canonically go to him for comfort, and he’s much more mature here. In this verse, I hc that Abigail and John are amicable and live close to one another. Jack lives with John part-time. Is that too modern? Probably. Lol

John was working in the barn, sawing wood to fix up the gazebo the pair of you enjoyed on cool evenings, when you slowly approached him, trying not to draw his attention immediately.

However, you and John had a very tight relationship to the point that the two of you could almost sense the mood or feelings the other had. It was part of your bond. This caused John to whip his head around immediately to face you, his confused gaze turning soft. He placed the saw down carefully and removed his gloves.

“Darlin’,” he rumbled lowly as he made his way towards you, cupping your face as he closed the gap between the two of you. He immediately enveloped you in his arms, and the solid weight comforted you.

At this point, you had been sniffling softly to try not to worry John more than you had to, but once you felt his arms around you, you couldn’t help but let the dam break.

He sushed you gently as you buried your head into his chest, sobbing. John frowned, worry creeping into his features.

“Do you want to talk about it?” John muttered.

Truth be told, he never felt like he was the most comforting of people, nor was he the best at giving advice, but for you? He’d try. Always. (Of course, you disagreed. You saw how John treated others - gruff but polite and fair. He was far more generous and wise than he gave himself credit for.) It gave the quiet and serious man a complexity that few would know. You paused, shaking your head no. John nodded, not pushing the subject further - another thing you appreciated about him. John drew away from you, wiping the tears from your cheeks before giving your hand a kiss.

“Come on, let’s dry those eyes in our room with some privacy,” He said, guiding you into the home he built for you.

Blessedly, Jack and Uncle were away for the moment. John led you to the bedroom and shut the door, kicking his boots off. You gave a watery smile as you did the same. John plopped down on the bed, holding his arms out. You filled the space embarrassingly quickly. John gave the smallest of smiles before wrapping his arms around you once more.

“I’m sorry you’re havin’ it rough right now. I’m here for you. No matter what. You just say it and it’s yours, darlin’.” he muttered into your hair, kissing your forehead.

You smiled at him, muttering a quiet thank you. “ You don’t got to thank me, you know. Just takin’ care of the person I love.” he countered.

You sighed, melting further into his embrace, your eyes growing heavy.

“Go to sleep, you’ll feel better. I’ll be here when you wake up.” John said, running his fingers through your hair. With that, you slipped into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

[2demondogs]

Touch Starved Arthur Morgan/Reader Headcanons

A/N: My brain hurts so here's more HCs. Gender neutral reader!

Outlawin' is a lonely life with an even more complex social codex than civilized society. Men keep their distance and the touchiest thing around camp is Dutch's ego.

You've come to an unspoken relationship, and you've felled the tallest rounds of Arthur's emotional barriers. Despite his persistent clamminess, you're well past the point of him recoiling from your touch - he is, at times, more of a hedonist than his emotional masochism gives away.

It's more animal to enjoy simple touch. It grows complicated when the possibility of being seen arises, becomes less of a pleasure and more of a vulnerability. In your tents or among boarding rooms, it's all bets off.

He won't go out of his way to seek much contact. Call it lack of tact or an impassable barrier for already questionable pride. You needed a light and the wind was so high that you had to cup your hands around the flame and, well, the cigarette just wasn't steady enough unless he held it to your lips. His back itches, can you get it? Unfortunately, looks like it's going to keep itching until he falls asleep.

He won't avoid your contact, though. "Pleasure seeking" isn't entirely right; "pleasure accepting" is spot on. If you really must ask, yes he is enjoying that, and a lot. He'd drop to his knees if you asked him to, but it feels wrong to take from you in that way. He is lucky enough that you still want to dirty your fingernails with his sweaty hair after he hangs up his hat; that you'd choose to make him feel those dull shocks of comfort going down his tired spine.

When his ego is stoked, he's less inhibited. The weight of want eventually builds to be heavier than his woes, always. He still won't do much asking. Arthur would rather tell you what he wants and let you decide what to do with that information. It removes the burden of choosing from him.

[forgetminot]

A Quick Sketch

✿ Arthur Morgan x gn reader ✿

Warnings : Use of Y/n, Violence?? (Reader hits Arthur with his journal), fluff, fluff and more fluff

Author's Note : Just a quick read of an idea that popped into my head, I'm currently in my Arthur simping era so enjoy 💙

Summary : You catch Arthur trying to draw you.

"Are you drawin' me, Mr Morgan?" You raise your brow in question as you smile, watching Arthur carefully as he lets out an awkward cough before glancing up to look at you.

"I-uh." He closes his journal quickly. "Just keepin' track of the camp funds, is all."

"Camp funds?" You hum softly; standing up from the log you were sat on and making your way around the campfire, dusting off a small crate beside Arthur before you sit on it. "Can I help at all?"

"Easy enough to keep track of, I'm fine." He nods, turning to face you. "Thank you, for offering."

"You are a terrible liar, Mr Morgan."

"Me? I would never lie to you!" He replies, his gaze is now set on the flames in front of him.

"You just did!" You grin.

"I did no such thing!"

"Oh really?" You laugh gently, holding your hand out towards Arthur. "Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Don't go acting all dumb on me now, Morgan." You motion at the journal on his lap. "Show me." He sighs, taking his journal in his hands.

"Fine, here." He flips through the many pages of his journal and stops to hand it to you; you take it from his grip, nodding as a thank you.

"Oh, Arthur..." You gleam, running your fingers over the charcoal sketch that he had been drawing prior to you questioning him about it. "You have amazing talent." You state.

"Sure, whatever you say." He hums.

"I'm bein' serious, Arthur!" You scold him, closing the journal and hitting him up the side of his head with it.

"Jesus Christ!" He hisses, snatching his journal back from your grasp. "Ain't no need to get violent."

"Y/n is right, Arthur. You have a gift." You grin, spinning on your heel to face Charles.

"How long have you been listening?" Arthur groans.

"Long enough." Charles shrugs. "It's not like you two were having a quiet conversation between yourselves."

"See though, Arthur." You point to the journal in his hand. "I ain't the only one who thinks you got talent."

"S'nothing special." Arthur says. "Thank you though, both of you."

"You're very welcome." You smile, facing Arthur again. "Now, finish that drawing- I want to see the end result."

[orchid-and-bone]

"Here With Me" ||

Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader

Rating: None

Asked by @photo1030

Ok, I gotcha….what about the first time someone tells Arthur they love him? Could be reader, m or f, or an existing character?

Oh I like this idea a lot and think it’s such a bittersweet feeling for Arthur, I won’t get into the meat of it, but you know how he feels about people calling him ‘a good man’, or just how Mary ended up treating him before she left. This man deserves the world, okay?

*

It had been an age since he heard those words, never had he thought he would actually ever hear them uttered to him, nor did he think he'd ever find the courage to mutter them aloud again to any living soul. He found himself undeserving of any kind words, living the life he had, he knew there'd be a mark upon his soul, and anyone foolish enough to accept him as he was, well they were just that: foolish. 

But there you were, admiring him from afar for so long that it almost felt like a fever dream when you two met. He'd brushed anything off at first, just thinking that whatever the weird spark he felt was just in his head, he always ignored those gut feelings because he felt that they didn't deserve to be had. But slowly, those large thick walls were chiseled away one by one over time. 

When you had decided to tell him how you finally felt, he wasn't sure what to do, he sat there unblinking, staring directly at you. What was he thinking? Why was he just… sitting there? You knew he wasn't one to delve into his feelings so openly, but your admitted confession had meant a lot to you, so your leg bounced up and down due to your nerves. You knew Arthur well enough that if you rushed him or made him feel like he needed to supply an answer right away, it wouldn't work out so well for either of you, but that didn’t stop you from assuming the worst.

As you sat there and allowed Arthur to think your confession through, you sat back and thought of all the ways he'd changed your life and the way you saw things, but most importantly, he always looked out for you, even when he felt that he shouldn't have gotten you involved in his life to begin with. Boldly, you reached across the wooden table that sat in the camp, the smell of fire and booze hung heavily around you, the lingering gang members that were awake were too drunk or tired to pay you two any mind. Your hand was placed on his, you didn't need to exchange words, you felt that he understood how you felt and why, well, you hoped he understood. 

Arthur was good at thinking of others, though he wouldn't care to admit it, always thinking of what was best for you, but never what was best for himself or you both. He was a stubborn man, but it was one of the many reasons you did love him. 

His silence wasn't odd, you preferred that he sat back to think things through rather than immediate dismissal, it meant that he was considering your words more than anyone could realize. But you loved to hear him speak, that gruff voice that you could never get enough of, and he graced you with the sound of it. 

“You uh, you sure you'd wanna love a man like me? You know what that means, don'tcha?” He asked you, his eyes stared at you beneath the brim of his hat. The light from the fire illuminated half of his face and he looked so beautiful, like a painting that was created with love and carefulness with each stroke. 

You just nod in response to his question as you sit across from him, a small smile across your face. “I do, yeah,” you say with a small breath of laughter. “I wouldn't say it carelessly, Arthur. Loving you with all of the ups and downs it comes with is something I'm willing to live with.”

Arthur listened to you once again, his jaw slightly clenched as he held back what he truly wanted to say, which would only be dismissing himself, and you smiled at his ability to bite his tongue. 

You couldn't help but chuckle at how his face contorted with so many emotions at once, and he just looked up at you with a hard stare, but it softened as soon as he locked eyes with you. 

“No matter what I say, you ain't gonna listen to reason, are you?” He asked you, his tone more gentle this time. 

You shook your head. “Nope. I've made up my mind. As grim as it seems, this world doesn't promise us anything, so why not take what time you have and enjoy it? You deserve it, Arthur.” Your grasp on his hand tightened, showing him you weren't going anywhere, he was stuck with you.

The gunslinger swallowed, how mouth suddenly dried as he nodded to your words. “It's… been a while since I heard ‘em, figured I never would again. But… it's nice to hear ‘em, ‘specially comin’ from you.” Arthur offered a smile as he continued to look at you beneath his hat, not wanting to give away just how happy you'd made him. Not yet. 

“I love you, that's all you need to know,” you assured the man, “you don't have to do things alone, you never had to, okay? Let me share your burdens with you, and if you don't wanna say it back yet, that's okay. I ain't going anywhere.” 

Arthur just nodded again, the smile widened, stretching his lips. “‘Course you ain't, wouldn't let you if you tried,” he said with a chuckle that followed. 

For now, those were the only words you needed to hear from him, you knew that with time and patience, that man who was so closed off to the world would allow you a glimpse of his heart.

[atlasthegreatest]

Kindred Flames / Sadie Adler x Gender Neutral! Reader

As one of the oldest members of the Van der Linde gang, Y/n Bennett had seen it all—loyalty, betrayal, and the slow unraveling of Dutch’s grand vision. But when Sadie Adler joins the gang, grief-stricken and burning with vengeance, they see a familiar fire in her. What starts as a reluctant mentorship soon turns into something deeper: a sibling-like bond forged in blood and bullets. Through gunfights, reckless plans, and quiet moments by the fire, Y/n and Sadie navigate the chaos of outlaw life together, proving that even in a world falling apart, family can be found in the unlikeliest places.

Word count: 1618

Warnings: The reader is the same age as Arthur. Gun violence.

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Hope you like it!

The sun was beginning to dip beyond the tree line, casting long shadows over the camp. The air smelled of woodsmoke, damp earth, and the lingering scent of stew from Pearson’s half-cleaned pots. It had been a long day—longer than most, though they all seemed to blend now.

Y/n Bennett sat on an old crate by the fire, sharpening their knife with slow, practiced strokes. The blade had seen more than its fair share of use, but so had they. Being one of the oldest members of the gang meant they’d watched people come and go, some by choice, some by the bullet. They’d seen Dutch’s grand plans rise and fall more times than they cared to count, and with each failure, Y/n felt the weight of the years settle heavier on their shoulders.

Across from them, Sadie Adler sat hunched forward, poking at the fire with a stick. She wasn’t the same woman who had arrived at camp months ago, grief-stricken and lost. The fire in her eyes burned hotter now, tempered by rage and something fiercer—determination. Y/n understood it well.

“Y’know,” the blonde woman said, breaking the silence, “I used to be scared of this life. When my husband was still alive, I never would’ve imagined myself here.”

Y/n glanced up from their blade, watching the way her fingers tensed around the stick. “You still scared of it?”

Sadie scoffed, shaking her head. “Not even a little.”

A slow smirk tugged at Y/n’s lips. “Good. Fear gets you killed.”

The woman tossed the stick into the flames and leaned back on her hands. “What about you? You ever think of leaving?”

Y/n exhaled through their nose, setting the knife aside. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked them that. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time they’d asked themselves. But the answer never changed.

“Tried once,” they admitted. “A long time ago. Got as far as Saint Denis before I realized I didn’t know what the hell to do with myself. So I came back.”

Sadie studied them, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Ain’t too late, y’know.”

“Maybe not. But this life’s all I know.” Y/n leaned forward, elbows on their knees. “And now? I got people here I care about. Makes it harder to walk away.”

Sadie nodded slowly, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Arthur told me you looked after me when I first showed up,” she said after a moment.

“I did.”

“Why?”

Y/n shrugged. “You reminded me of someone.”

The blonde frowned. “Who?”

“My sister.”

Sadie blinked, clearly not expecting that. “You got a sister?”

“Had,” they corrected. “She died a long time ago. But when I looked at you, I saw the same fight in you that she had.”

A quiet settled between them, broken only by the distant laughter of the gang and the crackling fire. Then, to Y/n’s surprise, Sadie smirked.

“So what, you my older sibling now?”

Y/n chuckled, shaking their head. “I guess so.”

“Well, that means I get to annoy the hell outta you.”

Y/n gave her a sideways glance. “Oh, you already do.”

Sadie laughed, leaning back against a log. “Good. Wouldn’t want you getting too comfortable.”

For the first time in a long while, Y/n felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. Sadie might’ve lost everything, but she was still standing. And maybe, just maybe, they’d help each other stay on their feet a little longer.

—————————-

The morning came with the promise of trouble.

Y/n felt it before they even heard Dutch and Arthur murmuring near the horses, their voices hushed but tense. Years in the gang had given them an instinct for these things—when the air in camp felt different, when people held their breath just a little too long.

Y/n sat at the edge of the camp, rolling a cigarette when Sadie plopped down next to them with a huff.

“What’s got your face twisted up like that?” they asked, lighting the cigarette and passing it to her.

Sadie took a slow drag before answering. “Dutch wants me sittin’ back again.”

Y/n snorted. “You surprised?”

“No, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna let it happen.” the blonde exhaled smoke through her nose. “I didn’t claw my way through hell just to be treated like some helpless fool.”

Y/n stretched their legs out in front of them, watching as Arthur walked away from Dutch, his jaw tight. If Arthur wasn’t happy, then this was about to be a mess.

“You wanna come?” Sadie asked suddenly.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Come where?”

“Wherever I decide to go after Dutch tells me to stay put.”

A grin tugged at the corner of their lips. “You planning on getting into trouble?”

“Always.”

Y/n let out a chuckle, shaking their head. “Fine. But if Dutch asks, I had nothing to do with it.”

Sadie grinned. “I like the way you think.”

The job was supposed to be a simple one—at least, that’s what Dutch had promised. A little debt collection outside of Rhodes, quick and easy. But when had anything ever been easy with this gang?

Y/n and Sadie had stayed behind at first, just like they were supposed to. But it wasn’t long before the gunshots started.

Sadie was on her horse in an instant. “Well, guess we better help.”

Y/n sighed, mounting up beside her. “You got a death wish, Adler?”

The blonde smirked. “You’re the one followin’ me.”

The two of them took off toward the sound of gunfire, riding hard down the dirt path. As they crested the hill, Y/n spotted the rest of the gang pinned down behind an overturned wagon, bullets kicking up dust around them.

Sadie didn’t hesitate—she pulled her rifle from its holster and fired before her horse even came to a full stop. Y/n followed suit, dismounting in one swift motion and taking cover behind a tree.

Arthur spotted them and let out an exasperated grunt. “Damn it, I told you two to stay back!”

“You really think that was gonna happen?” Y/n shot back, firing at one of the gunmen behind the barn.

Sadie let out a laugh. “Come on, Morgan! You know us better than that.”

Arthur muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he took advantage of the distraction and pushed forward, gunning down another O’Driscoll in the process.

The fight didn’t last long after that. With the extra firepower, the gang quickly overwhelmed the remaining men. The last O’Driscoll tried to make a run for it, but Sadie dropped him before he made it ten paces.

As the dust settled, Dutch approached, his expression a mix of frustration and reluctant approval. “You two just don’t listen, do you?”

Sadie crossed her arms. “Not when I don’t like what I’m hearing.”

Dutch let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You got guts, Mrs. Adler. And you—” he turned to Y/n, eyes narrowed. “You should know better.”

Y/n smirked. “Probably.”

Dutch sighed, rubbing his temple. “Just… get back to camp. Before you cause any more chaos.”

Y/n and Sadie shared a glance before heading for their horses.

“You know,” Y/n mused, mounting up, “if you keep dragging me into these things, I’m gonna start charging.”

Sadie grinned. “And here I thought we were family.”

Y/n chuckled, nudging their horse forward. “Yeah, yeah. Just try not to get us killed next time.”

The woman let out a short laugh, falling into step beside them. “No promises.”

Bonus Chapter:

The sky had turned an ugly shade of gray by the time Y/n and Sadie rode back into camp. The wind carried the scent of rain, heavy and thick, making the horses restless.

“Storm’s comin’,” Y/n muttered, glancing up at the clouds.

Sadie scoffed. “Storm’s always comin’ around here.”

She wasn’t wrong. Trouble had a way of following the Van der Linde gang, creeping up like a shadow that wouldn’t let go. The Pinkertons, rival gangs, bad jobs—didn’t matter. It all felt like one long chase, and they were getting tired of running.

Y/n swung off their horse, stretching out the stiffness in their back. “You gonna keep pushing your luck, Adler?”

Sadie slid off her saddle with a smirk. “Luck’s got nothin’ to do with it.”

Y/n shook their head, leading their horse toward the hitching post. “One of these days, you’re gonna bite off more than you can chew.”

The blonde woman shrugged. “Maybe. But I’ll go down fighting.”

Something about the way she said it made Y/n stomach twist. They’d lost too many people already, and Sadie—hell, Sadie was reckless, angry, and had more fire in her than most men in the gang combined. But she wasn’t invincible.

Y/n finished tying up their horse, then turned to face her. “Just… don’t be stupid, alright?”

Sadie raised an eyebrow. “That your way of sayin’ you care?”

Y/n exhaled sharply, shaking their head with a half-smile. “Something like that.”

The woman grinned. “Don’t worry. You’re stuck with me for a while.”

The first raindrop landed on Y/n’s forehead, cold against their skin. Then another. And another. Within seconds, the storm broke, sending a downpour cascading over the camp.

“Ah, hell,” they muttered, pulling their hat lower over their face.

Sadie laughed, lifting her arms like she welcomed the rain. “Come on, old-timer! Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Y/n gave her a flat look. “Left it back in Rhodes. And I'm not that old.”

The blonde woman snorted. “Come on, let’s get by the fire before we freeze our asses off.”

Y/n followed her toward the campfire, rain soaking through their coat. Maybe trouble was always around the corner. Maybe this life would never give them peace.

But at least, for now, they weren’t alone.

[punctatum]

Crying

Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Synopsis: You walk in on him crying.

Before reading: I feel like Arthur would bottle things up until he pops. He would also feel as though crying is a sign of weakness, and he hates the thought of crying in front of you. Reader is referred to as y/n.

Word count: 294

Arthur’s lack of vulnerability was never something that bothered you, that was until he had outbursts from it. You understood him, you knew about his lack of self confidence. Despite being there for him, Arthur wasn’t always aware that you were.

That’s why when you stepped into his tent, you were almost convinced that the trembling body in his bed was a stranger. “Arthur?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, and you didn’t dare to get any closer.

Arthur shifted in his bed before turning to look at you. “Y/n…” He muttered, desperately trying to pull himself together. “No, no.” You urged him to show his vulnerable side in front of you, and sat down beside him. “It’s okay, you can cry.” Your voice was soothing, and his muscles relaxed slightly as your hand rested on his arm.

“I’m sorry.” Arthur managed to croak out, whimpering as he spoke. This side of him was completely new to you, and the only thing you wanted to do was comfort him. “There’s nothing to apologise for.” You assured him, sliding underneath the covers to lie with him.

“I- I don’t cry.” Your lover stammered, staring up at you with big eyes. “I know you don’t.” You cooed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. “But it’s alright to.”

The two of you laid together in silence, only interrupted by a quiet sob from Arthur every once in a while. You wrapped your arms around him, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“So, what’s wrong?” You asked once he calmed down, your hand gently stroking his hair. Finally, you got him to tell you his troubles, and you listened intently as you held him tightly.