#the actual fuck do you mean arthur morgan could have been happy

[arthursfuckinghat]

Oh you guys I am thinking about Mary and Arthur and I am once again feeling sad about it

[its-deputy-caleb]

Micah Bell - Partners in Crime and in Love Pt.1

YES i know there’s 58 requests sitting in my inbox for re8 HOWEVER red dead is my comfort game and i needed to write this verbal mess down. I’ve been thinking of writing a micah fic for weeks now and i finally did it bc as much as i love re8 red dead is my fav and always will be. this is so self indulgent i swear.

for anyone that actually reads this the reader is pretty gn but does lean towards fem this time and i’ll be doing a part 2 for sure bc i love the rat man.

part 2 is now here

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Today was finally the day. The day for the big bank job that Dutch insisted was the right move for the gang. This was despite numerous doubts from Hosea and various other camp members that robbing a bank in broad daylight in the state’s largest city was a risk the gang couldn’t afford to make right now.

The whole morning there had been a sour feeling in your gut, a tiny voice shouting in the back of your mind that something wasn’t right. It wasn’t like you to get nervous on a job, in fact you recently robbed the Valentine bank with Bill on his job. Originally you weren’t interested in going, happy to let Karen go on her own with the guys but Bill insisted you go as you were one of the best gunslingers the gang had.

Robbing and killing came naturally to you and being outlawed in six states had never bothered you during your time as an outlaw. That’s why it was almost impossible for you to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach that was slowly building.

Making your way over to Micah, you see him sitting on a wooden crate cleaning his guns for the inevitable shootout that comes with bank jobs. Taking a seat next to him, Micah doesn’t need to ask you how you are; he can practically see how restless and agitated you look.

That’s the thing about your relationship with Micah, you understood each other (especially in public) and didn’t need grand public displays of affection to know exactly what the other needed in that moment.

The camp mostly stayed clear of your relationship, I mean you were probably two of the camp’s biggest troublemakers and risk takers when it came to planning jobs and robbing folk. Both of you had a shot quicker than lightening and could practically shoot your way out of any situation you found yourselves in. But regardless of how ruthless anyone thought you two were, you always had each other’s backs and wouldn’t stop to think about saving the other.

One night after a successful train job Dutch decided to hold a camp celebration. It was a mostly quiet night for you, having not decided to party with your companions despite Sean, Charles and Javier all offering for you to join in. Instead you decided to spend the mostly quiet night with Micah sharing a bottle of whiskey and splitting your share of the earnings. After each job you always had a bet with Micah over who could shoot the highest number of lawman. It was a bet the two of you had with each other just to cause more mischief and it always brought a smile to your face when Micah would lose and sulk about it for the rest of the afternoon

At one point during the night Bill strolled over to you while Micah went to get another bottle of whiskey. He was nice and polite despite the smell of beer coming from his breath, maybe even a little flirtatious and all was well until he asked the question ‘Why is you with a rat like him when you could be with someone as charming as me?’. Bill ended up with a face full of dirt and a broken nose, not to mention a killer hangover.

So yeah, the gang tended to leave you and Micah alone…

Micah’s knee lightly brushing against your own brings your thoughts back to reality. He’s stopped cleaning his guns and is looking at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile, the one that’s only reserved for you.

Despite being a hardened outlaw that has known nothing but chaos and the open road for most of your life. The gang has observed from afar your softer sides, whether it be the time you both fell asleep next to each other by the campfire or getting shit scared when the other has been shot and the rest of the night is spent with soft kisses and bandage wrapping.

Micah holsters his revolver and gently takes your hand in his.

“Sweetheart we’re gonna be fine, ain’t nothing gonna go wrong, now common let’s go get dressed for such a special occasion.”

~

Everyone is just starting to get into their fancy attire for the job when you and Micah are already packing your saddles and getting ready. You’re wearing matching white suits with a red shirt only yours is tailored to show off your figure a lot more and your plunge top and corset doesn’t leave much to the imagination but hey, if you’re gonna go out it’s gonna be in style.

As Micah finishes tightening up Baylock’s saddle you lean forward and hold his wrist in your hand. Your thumb gently brushes the soft skin there, trying to hide the nerves that have been slowly eating away at you all day.

“I don’t like this Micah, somethings gonna go wrong I can feel it…”

Micah’s never been great with emotions but you’ve known him long enough to know how he comforts you. The arm that’s caught in your grasp turns and brings you forward into a hug, his chin resting on your head as you hold him tightly against you.

“Ain’t nothin gonna happen to us, just think of it as another bank job.”

You nod and hold him closer, a rare event for such a public place where anyone could walk by but neither of you really cared at that moment. You press your face into his shoulder, trying to shake off your uneasiness.

“You better not die on me now Bell, you still owe me that new holster for beating you in five finger fillet.”

~

Fuck did the bank job go wrong. Horribly wrong. From the moment you got off your horses and stepped foot in that bank it all turned to hell.

Bullets where flying everywhere, there were civilians screaming in terror trying not to get caught in the crossfire, glass was being shattered by dynamite and Dutch was trying to formulate a plan while in shock of losing his dear Hosea.

A bullet whizzed past your head and you took out another Pinkerton. It was chaos. Every time you managed to bring down the line of Pinkertons another carriage full of them would arrive with the Saint Denis Police.

You couldn’t see Micah anywhere, but each time you tried to look for him your attention was dragged back to the action in front of you and the numerous Pinkertons shooting at you.

Arthur had snuck onto the roof at some point and some of the other members where making their way towards the rooftop as well. You were about to make a bolt towards Dutch and Javier on the ladder when Charles stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Go that way, we’re the diversion! Karen and Sadie are a waiting near the alleyway of the tavern, we’ll meet you back at camp in a few hours, GO!”

Charles pushes you down the alley way and climbs up the ladder to catch up to the others. You would’ve protested but your body is running on adrenaline so you didn’t think as you snuck your way out of safety.

~

Micah was furious that Charles had sent you off on your own to find your way back, if it wasn’t for the fact that the five of them where hiding from the law in a rundown city apartment he probably would have argued with him for hours.

But deep down he knew it was the right thing to do. He knew that you’d be 100 times safer away from this chaos then if you were here with him, even if you could handle yourself.

For hours they sat in that little room, Dutch formulating a plan on how to get out of here while Micah tried not to worry about whether you made it home safe. Now he understood that sick feeling of worry in your stomach, he only ever got it when he worried about you.

By nightfall Dutch had somewhat of a plan to escape via the docks, sneak out onto a ship that would take them somewhere and it hit Micah in that moment that it would be some time before he saw you again…

The guards where everywhere, the entire city on high alert after the bank and Charles ended up running so everyone could make it onto a boat. As Dutch attempted to negotiate with the captain for a cabin, Micah lit a cigarette from his blazer pocket, trying to take his first deep breath of the night.

“We were fools for thinking we could pull off the bank…”

Arthur rests against the crates, fatigue clear in his eyes but willing himself to stay awake. Micah however didn’t want to sit and talk about what could have happened and what actually did, he had a headache already and certainly didn’t need a lecture from Arthur for another reckless decision he helped create.

“Whatever you say Morgan.”

Sighing defeatedly, Micah flicks his cigarette bud over the side and into the water below, making his way to go sit on the other side of the crates where he can think.

~

Back at camp you pace around the halls of Shady Belle, the floorboards creaking under the weight of your boots.

“Fuck this I’m going to find them-“

Before you make it out the front door however Miss Grimshaw blocks your exits.

“You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. The Pinkertons are everywhere looking for us. Now I know you want your precious Mr. Bell back but you’re just going to have to wait out the next few hours until he returns with the rest.”

You decide to ignore the slight condescending tone of Susan as you see a rider approaching into camp. Your hand is on your holster, everyone who’s left joining you to crowd around the man slowly coming closer. Everyone is relieved to see its Charles, but only slightly. He’s alone and a horrible feeling of fear washes over you.

“Charles… Where is everyone… Where’s Micah?”

[amorgansgal]

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See

This was written for the @rdrbigbang​ and I had the great pleasure to work with @merryandrewsworld who has made some gorgeous artwork, and has been a really lovely person to talk to and bounce ideas off :D It was a wonderful experience and I loved writing this piece. You can read it on Ao3 as well.

Summary: Molly finds her life increasingly frustrating. She works most days in the Linden Bar and her love life with Dutch is disappointing at best and toxic at worse. She spends her days angry and alone, until Arthur Morgan and Micah Bell wander into Dutch's bar with a new friend of theirs who captures her attention.

Warnings: Implied sexual content. Alcohol.

Molly slammed the bottles into the small fridge behind the bar. She was clenching her jaw tightly and knew her curly red hair was already escaping the bun she had put it into this morning. She couldn’t believe Dutch had asked her again to open up, even though she had closed the bar the night before. Karen had called in sick, but Molly had a sneaking suspicion that the woman was actually out at one of her precious film auditions.

She straightened up and stretched her back. She wasn’t even sure how she could put on a smile and joke around with the customers, when she felt so sour, tired and pissed off. The other girls who worked at the Linden Bar seemed to think that her dating Dutch meant she was favoured and got to slack off while he was around. It couldn’t be further from the truth. Living and working with him meant he was all too aware of her schedule; she couldn’t pretend to be busy or have plans when he demanded she cover a shift.

She had previously complained to Karen about it, but there hadn’t exactly been any sympathy. ‘Well… they do say don’t shit where you eat.’

The Linden bar was quiet. Unsurprising, it was still early afternoon and the regulars wouldn’t make an appearance until later. She thought about wiping down the leather sofas and chairs. She was meant to do that. But why even bother? Half the time Sean spilt shit on them anyway.

She sighed irritably, cleaning after a bunch of men was hardly what she had envisioned her life would be like. But then she didn’t really have any other plans. She rested on the bar and tried to think about what other jobs she could do. She had never really been one for sitting in an office, but then she couldn’t really say she was a people person or wanted to work behind a bar again if she could help it.

She had won a few writing competitions while at college and her teacher had always said she had a natural gift with words, but apart from ‘No, I’m not serving you’ and ‘You can fuck right off’ she didn’t get much chance to use them! Perhaps she should write again. It didn’t necessarily have to be anything great or Shakespearian, but it could be a good way to express how she felt and what she was thinking.

Then again… maybe not. Last time Dutch had found one of her poems he had been insulted by it. It wasn’t even fucking about him, but of course he had to make it about him. After he had calmed down, she had managed to explain it was about an ex and she had written it while dating the ex. But that seemed to piss him off more and he demanded to know why she wasn’t writing about him! As though everything she did had to involve him to some extent.

The door to the bar swung open and Molly scowled. ‘We’re not open, so you can-!’

But when Arthur stepped into the bar and gave her a quick smile, she rolled her eyes and gestured to the bar seats. ‘Fine. But I’m not serving whiskey at this time.’

‘Wouldn’ expect you to,’ he replied. The dark leather jacket he always wore crinkled as he sat down. ‘’specially with this troublesome lot.’ He gave a quick nod towards the doorway again and Molly audibly sighed as Micah walked in, a mocking smile on his lips. Just behind Micah she could see another person strolling into the room and Molly sucked in her cheeks, she sincerely hoped the rest of the gang was not just going to turn up and make her life harder!

‘Now, darlin’, that ain’t a way to treat a paying customer.’ Micah smirked.

‘Last time you were here Dutch covered your tab, if I remember correctly,’ Molly shot back.

Micah raised his hands defensively. ‘I paid the man back. I know when to pay my dues.’ He sat down next to Arthur and gave the man’s knee a squeeze. Arthur shifted his leg, but the smile on his lips gave him away.

Molly turned her attention to the other person who was with them and found herself somewhat lost for words as she took in the tall, blonde woman who had sat down silently. The woman’s sharp brown eyes were fixed on Molly. Her forehead was pinched in a fierce scowl highlighting a small red scratch above one of her eyebrows.

Molly looked away quickly, somewhat embarrassed that she had been appraising the woman so closely and that the thought of pressing her hand against the woman’s cheek and wiping away her frown had been so appealing.

‘Oh yeah, Molly this is Sadie. Sadie Adler,’ Arthur said, tearing away his gaze from Micah. ‘Sadie, this is Molly.’

‘You don’ piss her off too much sometimes she’ll even serve your drinks with a smile,’ Micah said.

‘You’re lucky I serve you drinks at all, Micah.’ Molly muttered, then turned back to Sadie. ‘Nice to meet you. What you doing running around with these two then?’

‘I’m a bounty hunter,’ Sadie replied coolly, her voice was husky and rough. Molly wondered if it was due to a smoker’s habit or just the way the woman spoke naturally.

‘What can I get you then?’

‘Whiskey?’ Sadie smirked.

Molly reached down to the fridge and pulled out two beers for Micah and Arthur. She wiped her hands on a towel and grinned at Sadie. ‘For you, I’ll make an exception!’

‘Glad to hear it,’ Sadie nodded and accepted the glass of whiskey that Molly had poured for her. Molly tried to look anywhere else as Sadie swallowed back the hard liquor and placed the glass back down on the bar. She barely heard Micah’s griping.

‘Bounty hunting, that must be exciting?’ Molly said as she refilled Sadie’s glass. This time Sadie seemed content to sip it.

‘Mm-hm, can be. Can be dangerous. Can be boring, especially if I’m chasing someone down who’s just skipped on a bill or something. Now bartending, that must be exciting!’ Her eyebrow quirked upwards and Molly snorted.

‘Yeah, I love nothing more than cleaning up after these boys,’ Molly jabbed a thumb towards Arthur and Micah.

Sadie let out a short huff of laughter. ‘Well then, I don’t think our jobs are that different!’

‘Sure, pouring this lot drinks is exactly the same!’

Sadie pulled out some money from a wallet and passed it over to Molly. ‘Buy one for yourself, think I’m going to like talking to you.’

‘Tha’ makes a change,’ Arthur muttered sarcastically, and was treated to an elbow to the ribs from Sadie.

Micah’s eyes lit up as Molly put the money in the till. ‘You know what Dutch says-’

‘What? And you’re going to run off and tell him?’ Molly scowled.

Micah raised his hands. ‘I’m just sayin’, you ain’t meant to-’

‘Well, it’s none of your business whether I do or don’t!’ she shot back. She was so goddamn sick of Dutch controlling everything she did, even when he wasn’t around one of his lackeys was watching her every move.

‘Micah, why don’t you and I head out for a smoke, and leave the ladies to talk?’ Arthur suggested. For a moment it looked like Micah might refuse, but he then got up and sloped off the bar stool.

‘Fine, Morgan.’

Arthur smiled at Molly and gave her a quick wink, before he and Micah disappeared through the back door. Molly poured Sadie another drink, then grabbed a glass of her own and served herself. Sadie raised her glass and Molly carefully tapped it with her own. She threw back the liquor feeling the sharp, hot burn against her throat and smiling as the warmth rushed through her.

‘Guess they’ll be a while smoking.’ Sadie smirked.

‘Surprising how long a cigarette can take.’ Molly found herself grinning at the woman.

Sadie shifted in her seat and a few loose strands of her hair rested on her cheek. That same temptation to brush away the blonde hair almost overwhelmed Molly and she found herself leaning heavily on the bar, as though she would reach over to do so.

She quickly rested her cheek on her hand instead, though realised that may not have been the best idea as Sadie’s eyes drifted down to her chest. Molly thought about getting back up, but found she quite liked how the woman’s dark gaze ran over her body. It had been a long time since anyone had really looked at Molly with anything akin to desire.

‘So, how long you known Arthur?’ Molly asked.

‘Few weeks, he helped me out of a tight spot.’

‘Oh?’

‘Sometimes bounties don’t want to come quietly.’ Sadie grinned and finished off the whiskey in her glass. ‘How long have you known Arthur?’

‘Long enough, he’s been a friend of Dutch’s for… well, think forever. They knew each before I started… started dating Dutch.’

‘Ooh, dating the owner, huh?’

‘Don’t.’ Molly refilled her glass. She wasn’t quite sure if Sadie would be paying for all this whiskey, but considering the woman had made her feel better she was quite happy to empty all the shelves here.

‘So it ain’t going well?’

‘It’s going fine, it’s just…’ Molly fiddled with the cap on the bottle and looked down at the bar, wiping away a few drops of condensation from the dark wood. She looked back up to find Sadie watching her intently. She grabbed the bottle and put it back behind the bar.

‘Well?’ Sadie asked.

‘I… I don’t think I should be talking about that kind of thing right now… I mean, you don’t want to hear about that.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because you probably got better things to do than listen to me complain.’

Sadie’s smirk resumed its place and she got up from the barstool. ‘True, but I think you could also do better things.’

‘Like what?’

‘Come for a ride with me, it’ll clear your head.’

Molly sighed and leaned back. ‘Sure, the best thing I can do is piss off Dutch and leave the bar unattended. Besides, who’s going to let those fools back in?’

Sadie shrugged. ‘They’ll figure it out.’ She leaned over the bar and offered a hand. ‘Come on. Who’s going to visit a bar in the early afternoon?’

‘You’d be surprised,’ Molly muttered.

‘Come on, twenty minutes, they won’t even realise you’re gone.’

‘Why do you want me to go so badly?’

‘Because you look goddamn miserable and because this bar is kind of shitty, I’ll take you to a better one.’

‘I thought you said we would be gone for just twenty minutes.’

‘Why you planning on spending longer with me?’ Sadie grinned.

‘No… I… well… a drink takes longer than twenty minutes.’

‘Does it?’

‘A good one at any rate,’ Molly smiled and looked down at her boots. She glanced back up at Sadie, who reached her hand over to Molly once more. To Molly’s own surprise she found herself placing her hand into Sadie’s and letting herself be guided out of the bar. The blonde-haired woman smiled and wrapped an arm around Molly’s waist. Molly averted her eyes and felt her cheeks warm with a heady blush. ‘Least let me lock up.’

‘Sure, I’ll wait for you outside.’

Even as Molly locked the backdoor, the cash register and back office she found herself wondering what the hell she was doing. How could she be so damn stupid? This woman had barely said two words to her and had already convinced her to leave the bar and run off to God knows where! Hell, she had locked Arthur and Micah out, they would have to scale the fences if they wanted to escape. Even when Arthur would let things slide, Micah seemed to get some malicious enjoyment for tattling on her. But if there had ever been a time for saying ‘Fuck it!’ it was now.

***

The sense of freedom she got with her arms wrapped tightly around Sadie’s waist, her chest pressed against the leather jacket and feeling the sharp, icy cold wind rushing through Molly’s hair was something she hadn’t even realised she wanted until she was on Sadie’s bike.

By the time they finished at a bar on the other side of town, it was late in the evening, and Molly was in no doubt that she probably had a hundred calls and texts from Dutch. But she’d done the wild thing and switched off her phone.

They’d drunk far too much and then Sadie insisted she was starving and took them to a smoky little food truck that apparently sold the best BBQ food. Sadie brought them both ribs and fries covered in cheese, jalapeños and crispy onions.

For a very brief moment Molly looked at the dark crimson nail polish on her fingers and remembered how Dutch hated it when her hands got wrinkled from washing up the glasses. He was always insistent she kept her hands soft and clean. Sadie’s were rough, her nails short and clear of any varnish. When the woman pulled her from the bar, she had grabbed Molly’s hand and held onto it tightly with long, strong fingers.

‘Go on, we have napkins,’ Sadie urged her.

‘Shouldn’t really…’

‘You shouldn’t have drunk all that whiskey with me, yet here we are!’ Sadie smirked and then tore a strip of meat off the barbequed rib.

***

They drove up to the hill that overlooked the town. The only noise they could really hear was the thrumming, distant roar that came from the highway and the quiet chirps of crickets. The moon rose overhead, a thin slither of silver against the dark night sky. Molly breathed out quietly, it was an excited, shaky breath. She hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. When was the last time she felt free, that she felt she could move her body without it being judged or resented?

Sadie’s hand slipped around her waist, pulling her back slightly from the edge of the cliff. Molly turned her head. She wasn’t sure when and how and why it happened, but suddenly Sadie’s mouth was on her own, her breath heavy and desperate, the hand on Molly’s waist pulled her closer to Sadie and the other hand was clenched amongst Molly’s curls. She found herself braver and bolder, nipping at Sadie’s bottom lip until Molly’s tongue slipped into Sadie’s mouth. A fierce taste of mint, it was almost harsher than any gum or mints that Molly had ever tasted, marred with the slight tangy savouriness of the BBQ. Molly moaned into the kiss, wanting more, but a little afraid to ask for it. There wouldn’t be any going back after that. No going back to her old life, no return to Dutch or the Linden Bar.

***

Sadie’s fingers softly stroked along Molly’s back, as though mapping her out. Molly turned her head and smiled as she felt Sadie’s fingers trace the letters of her tattoo.

‘Didn’t see this earlier,’ Sadie muttered.

‘Why would you see my naked back earlier?’

‘You showed me your other one.’

‘That was on my shoulder, Sadie. Course you can see that one.’

‘We are made one with what we touch and see,’ Sadie read the words aloud. ‘Pretty, where’s it from?’

‘It’s a poem by Oscar Wilde.’

Sadie’s hand slid around Molly’s waist and found her right arm again, she ran her fingers over the tattoo that graced Molly’s wrist, a small yellow flower. ‘Think I like this one the best though.’

Molly smiled. ‘It’s a cowslip. I got it when Dutch called me a useless cow.’

‘That you certainly ain’t.’ Sadie dipped her head down and pressed a kiss against Molly’s lips. Sadie’s hands ran down her waist once more and then further down Molly’s thigh. She moaned against Sadie’s lips.

‘We can’t do it again,’ Molly murmured.

‘Why not? You got anywhere else to be?’

‘Hmm.’

Sadie took advantage of her hesitation and kissed her again, before wriggling down to her waist. ‘I think we got plenty of time.’

[merlinssaggyyfronts]

BBC Merlin Rewatch:

01x01: The Dragon’s Call

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FIRSTLY THE FUCKING DESCRIPTION LMAO “Merlin, a young country boy” COUNTRY BOY AHAHDHSNDH IF ONLY YOU KNEW!!! ITS LIKE SETTING SOMEONE UP FOR DISASTER BUT THEN AGAIN THEY WERE SO LIKE I MEAN-

aw look at merlin all happy and smily, walking into camelot like he isnt going to witness the death of his best friend/king and basically everyone he loves

LOOK AT HIM HES SO HAPPY!!! HE DOESNT KNOW YET

“like everyone, he must live and learn” yo shut ur bitchass up lizard man u literally tried to murder everyone in camelot that one time

“his name: traumatised 😍😍”

AH YES THE OPENING!!1!1!-!-! AHHH THE AMOUNT OF HAPPINESS I FEEL HEARING THE OPENING

fuck ur bitchass uther no one likes u

“i pride myself as a fair and just king” sir didnt u like basically kill ur wife... and thousands of peo- OH MY GOD MORGANA BB ILY

oh jesus okay hes dead um chile-

“when i came to this land” wait i thought he was raised kn camelot brb i forgot im an idiot wait,,, does this mean before this it was the du bois family on the throne of camelot?? also, mired in chaos? u mean like.... before ur wife died and everyone was living peacefully? ....okay

“merlin, seeing a person who's been stated had been studying magic get beheaded: [a magical being himself] ah,, welcoming.” -my gf

“since the great dragon was captured” ....so did no one think about where they put a dragon?? a captured one at that. ud think he’d be more smart but nah he just left a random ass dragon under his castle like THAT is going to end well

YUHH MARY COLLJNS HATE HIM!!! YELL BABEY YELL!!! “you took my son!” YES MURDER HIM OMG I CAN FEEL HER PAIN

“a son for a son!” omg why couldnt u have killed uther bb ur the perfect villain i love u ur literally just a loving mother i-

OOOOO GAIUS

.....why is there a bunny mask in there

why is thERE A BUNNY MASK-

why didnt merlins eyes glow when he dragged the bed to gaius to save him

also whats this slomo magic why didnt he do this after this why did season one haveso much magic and like every other season was just everyone throwing it back

like i get instinctual magic but like.... if its instinctual wouldnt it happen more especially when his powers get stronger-

gaius: what did you just do?!

also gaius, five seconds later: i know what it was!! i just wanted to know where you learned it

merlin: 😐

merlin, about his magic: i was born like this

gaius, who knows full well warlocks exist: impossible!

(are warlocks naturally born knowing how to use magic without learning? i mean if u have to learn magic like a sorcerer then whats the difference between a warlock and a sorcerer cuz wouldnt sorcerers atleast have to have some magic in them to actually cast spells? am i dumb or do i just not get it)

wait so merlin arrived in camelot on a wednesday

merlin, walking into camelot: it is wednesday my dudes

merlin: [witnesses an execution] aaaAAAAAA-

“someone that might help him find a purpose of his gifts” oh honey he’ll get something mUCH LARGER THAN THAT-

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oH MORGANA

SHUT UR BITCHASS UTHER SHE WILL KILL YOU-

“the more brutal you are, the more enemies you’ll create” oh the waY SHE PREDICTED THEIR FUTURE OO

ah bless u lady helen/mary collins we love them spicy villains

...why do you have a dressing table in a tent

[watches mary collins murder lady helen] i never snitch on dadd- ...someone pls delete me

merlin, about his instinctual magic: i just do it!

gaius: ...lord have mercy what did i just sign myself up to

what ever happened to sir olwen did he die from accidentally overdosing

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oHHH THERE HE IS THERE HE IS THERES MY BOY!!! MY LIL PRAT MAN!!!!

merlin looks so offended, oh god i could watch this whole scene for HOURS

oooOOOO YES MERLIN FUCK HIM UP!!! SHOW HIM WHOS BOSS

“do i know you?” “im merlin” “so i dont know you” ugh theres already sexual tension

“i would never have a friend who could be such an ass” “or i one so stupid”

also them, ten years later: “i use my magic for you arthur, only you” “just hold me” “i cant lose him! hes my friend!” “thank you..”

“tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?” OOOOH THE BOYS ARE FLIRTING

NOT THE “would you like me to help you?” SIR YOU ARE FLIRTING SO INTENSELY AND DONT EVEN REALISE IT SIR DO YOU KNOW YOURE FALLING IN LOVE

im convinced atleast half the knights with arthur were like “ayo thas kinda sus bro 😳😳 ayo 😳😳”

arthur: tell me merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to help you?

merlin: ....i really dont know how to answer that

imagine being paid to throw fruits at colin morgan omg id be so thrilled

OOOH HERE COMES OUR QUEEN GWEN!!! MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING YES ILY

gwen: well, arthur looks like one of those, save the world kinda men... and you dont

merlin, 1500 years later, having failed his destiny: well i mean you’re not wrong

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gaius: uther banned magic a long time ago

merlin, flabbergasted as if he wasnt raised on tales of the death of his kind every day in the kingdom right next to his: why?!?!?

gaius: the dragon is imprisoned where nobody can free him

merlin:

(that is the face of someone knowing full well hes going to free that dragon. look at him. he’s already made up his mind.)

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[sees merlin and arthur in the marketplace] oh heres he is again heres the lil bitxh ooo theyre about to FIGHT

god hes flirting so hard without even realising it, oh my god

“i could take you apart with one blow” “i could take you apart with less” um sirs this is a mcdonalds drive thru 😃

arthur: ahah, you’re in trouble now~ 😏😏

i had to pause cuz wHAT THE HELL WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT-

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....yall are yelling very loudly, um, arent there guards near yall? people passing by? please relax

“im just a nobody, and i always will be” OH IF ONLY YOU KNEWWW

“if i cant use magic, i might as well die” ....well, ive got a surprise for you-

“maybe theres someone with more magic than me?” like... a whole dragon? i mean if you say so 👀

merlin about why he was born like this: if you cant tell me, no one can!

a fucking dragon, basically every magical creature and the druids: WELL-

the camelot guards are so stupid how the hell is this kingdom still standing

how does kilgharrah know merlins name? in prophecy hes known as emrys (and we see basically every magical being call him emrys and not merlin,, i think). so how does he know? did he stretch his neck long enough that he could somehow hear merlin? is it cuz theyre kin? is it cuz merlin and gaius were yelling so loudly that kilgharrah could hear them all the way in his cave? ig we’ll never know 🖐

merlin: where are you?!

kilgharrah:

kilgharrah: without you, arthur will never succeed.

merlin: ....oh look, im already paranoid

the amount of sadness i feel hearing kilgharrah say “none of us can choose our destiny, merlin. and none of us can escape it” is INSANE cuz in season one you can SEE merlin trying to escape it. hes doing his damned best trying to have some control over his life. and then in later seasons you can see the light slowly drain from his eyes as he becomes just another toy for the gods to be entertained by. he realises he cant control a single thing about his life so he does the one thing he can: protect arthur. and he loses SO MUCH because of it! its not fair, he deserved so much, and when he finally got everything he could ever ask for, it was taken away from him by his own mistakes.

arthur, seeing morgana in a beautiful dress: god have mercy 😍

uther: .....um

the way they set arthur and morgana up as if they arent gonna make them siblings i- what the fawk 😄

person A, who knows arthurian lore: oh no! arthur is going to have an affair with morgan(a) and have mordred! oh no!!

person B, whos seen merlin: oh no in this show its worse

person B, knowing full well theyre siblings: much worse....

gwen: who’d wanna marry arthur? 🙄

-

gwen, getting crowned queen of camelot: well fuck

hhhnghnh yes queen sing them to sleep yes murder his bitchass (and fail but like its the thought that counts)

on a sidenote tho this is such a fun way to murder someone, id try this

the absolutely OFFENDED “FATHER!” and the horrified look in arthurs eyss when uther announced merlin would be his manservant is PRICELESS OMG

oh the way uther unintentionally plants the first seed of his sons love story omg 😍😍

Conclusion: this episode is a 10/10 greatest episode with so many iconic scenes omg. mary collins u will forever have my heart for unintentionally kickstarting merlin and arthurs relationship destiny. i loved the whole thing and oh GOD does it already hurt knowing full well how the show ends

[drarry-with-a-side-of-harry]

THAT WAS ONE OF THE GAYEST EPISODES IN A HOT MINUTE LMAOOOO WTF

so i’ve just watched series 4 episode 10 ‘A Herald of the New Age’ uhhhhhh

wait wait wait so gwen’s gone for two (2) seconds and Arthur and Merlin are flirting like they’re in a school playground all over again lmaoooo i’m so done

so first of all they get back to Camelot and Merlin’s falls back into his concerned boyfriend routine 🥺🥺🥺🥺 SIDE NOTE THE KNIGHTS ARE JUST FULLY AWARE OF THESE TWO AT THIS POINT THEY ALWAYS FLIRT AND ARE REALLY TENDER IN FRONT OF THEM I CANNOT BE ARSED anyway Merlin asks Arthur if he’s alright and Arthur’s all sad and brooding 🥺🥺🥺 so Merlin says he was being quiet and Arthur just answers him with a snide remark but with none of the laughter and ARTHUR, KING, SWEETIE WHY WON’T YOU JUST LET THIS BOY HELP YOU???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

SO THEN WE SKIP AHEAD A BIT AND OMFG LET ME TELL YOU I WAS CACKLING WITH LAUGHTER AND KEPT HAVING TO PAUSE IT. THIS SHIT IS GOLDEN

so Merlin walks in on Arthur asleep at his desk. if you’ve watched the show you will remember this scene because it’s too iconic but am i gonna run through it anyway?? you’re damn right i am because i am obsessed lmaoooooo

SO MERLIN JUST STRAIGHT UP BANGS ON THE DESK REALLY FUCKING LOUDLY TO GET HIM TO WAKE UP HAHAHAHAHHAA AND ARTHUR HAS FOOD ALL OVER HIS FACE I-

who fucking wrote this shit it’s too good man

Arthur jumps out of his mind and Merlin the little shit has the audacity to say “oh i’m sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU ABSOLUTE DICKHEAD MERLIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and he barely even cracks a smile how this man holds it together i will never know. honestly how Colin Morgan managed to deliver that just once without cracking up is beyond me.

OH BUT WE’RE FAR FROM FINISHED

so Arthur responds “you didn’t scare me, i was asleep” LMAOOOOO YEAH BITCH WE KNOW HAHAHAHAHAHA IM STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THIS

so now Merlin starts to laugh a bit but he’s holding it together. you know when you’re in school and something funny happens with your mates and you shouldn’t laugh because you’re meant to be working but you can’t not laugh and you’re all just snorting to stop yourselves from laughing??? yeah same energy

Arthur: “why’ve you got that stupid smile on your face?” baby i don’t know what to tell you anymore

Merlin: “it’s nothing. why were you sleeping with your head on the table?” and his face just drops to confusion HOW DOES HE NOT KEEP LAUGHING

Arthur: “i fell asleep while i was reading” uh huh okay sure thing

Merlin: “what were you reading?” this is turning into the most mundane conversation you’ve ever heard but it’s priceless because Arthur’s still half asleep and Merlin’s just fucking with him i’m so done

Arthur looks around trying think of something and realises be can’t lie anymore so this bitch just has to say “i am the King of Camelot i do not have to answer to the likes of you” LMAOOOOOOOO KING JUST ADMIT YOURE AN IDIOT AND LEAVE and Arthur’s almost cracking a smile at this point too we get it you love him

Merlin: “oh you’re in a good mood, you obviously got out of the wrong side of the table” AND THIS MAN JUST STARTS PISSING HIMSELF AT HIS OWN JOKE I-

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

AND ARTHUR’S DEADPAN STARE IS PRICELESS

and Merlin explains the joke while he’s still laughing and Arthur replies “that’s extremely clever and funny Merlin there really are no limits to your wit now will you please just get me some breakfast” HAHAHAHAHHAA MATE WHEN I SAY IM HOWLING WRITING THIS POST

‘there really are no limits to your wit’ sent me

so Merlin goes to get breakfast and Arthur (who has loads of food on his face remember) uses the plate as a mirror OH BOY

THIS SCENE COULD NOT BE ANY FUNNIER I SWEAR

he lowers the plate with another deadpan stare aimed at the door. boy is FUMING LMAOOOOOOOO

he shouts Merlin and i will suck my own big toe if there is anyone in the castle Camelot that didn’t hear him MY GOD THAT WAS PRICELESS

me current state: deceased

OH AND IT DOESN’T STOP THERE OH NO NO NO

so the very next scene we’re at training Arthur tells the lads to pair up and Gwaine asks what’s in his hair. Arthur’s face is just a picture. Merlin helpfully answers that it’s stew. Leon asks him why he’s got stew in his hair. Merlin quickly responds “because he was reading” in that tone when Merlin’s being a right snarky little shit oh you know

the lads just turn to look at Arthur like “wtf man??”

Arthur takes a minute and says “change of plan. i think we’ll try something different” lmaoooo you just know what’s coming next

so Merlin’s used for sword practise

Arthur has first go and the lads are smirking at them and each other like “oh these two had another domestic” “about the stew this time ahhh right” lmaooooo

JUST GOLD

there was a whole two (2) minutes of just solid flirting, taking the piss and just generally annoying the shit out of each other i-

OH AND THERE’S MORE

it’s nighttime now and this cheeky bastard asks “would you like me to make up the bed Sire, or will you be sleeping on the table again?” with a little smile on his face HAHAHAHAHAHAHA it just keeps getting better this episode really is a gift

Arthur doesn’t respond because he’s all moody again and Merlin all but roles his eyes all he wants to do is cheer up his boyfriend 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 so he sighs “is this about Gwen” and Merlin looks kinda irritated and sad and Arthur won’t even look at him and Merlin says “we all miss her. you more than anyone” and Arthur cuts him off with “you can go now” maaaaate the feels

Merlin: “Arthur”

Arthur: “get out” oh so now you look at him

omfg you were happy earlier can you please just let him help you ffs you’re just making each other really fucking sad and it’s not helping anything

and Merlin leaves and Arthur kind of looks over his shoulder and almost shakes his head like he doesn’t actually want him to go 🥺🥺 and every damn time something like this happens i expect him to say “no, wait” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

and now Arthur looks even more sad. well baby i don’t know what to tell you but you did just do that to yourself a little bit. just leT MERLIN HELP YOU ffs

SO Merlin storms in and dad Gaius is at the table reading and Merlin’s just ranting that he’s done being nice to Arthur and he doesn’t get any thanks and he’s saved his life so many times and all he ever does is shout at him. yeah boy we know aND SO DOES GAIUS because this man does not look up at him!!!!!! tell me that’s not Merlin ranting to his dad about his crush i swear-

Gaius tells him there’s more important things to worry about like the plot of this episode perhaps??? lmaoooo this is getting out of hand now. dad’s so done with Merlin’s lovesick bullshit lmaoo

so we move on a bit and Arthur tells his uncle that Merlin thinks Elyan’s possessed oh so now dad’s dead you value Merlin’s counsel huh king?? we love to see it

we love that Merlin can speak up a bit more now ehehehe

so uncle says that Merlin’s just tryna protect his friend and Arthur just looks at Merlin like “i believe you don’t worry but we need evidence man”

oh my christ we’re only half way through true episode i’ll try and speed things up a bit i think the main Merthur action’s done anyway

Merlin breaks Elyan out. arrives back at Camelot and walks into the throne room. Arthur’s drinking and reading something and just looks up when Merlin enters with the most glorious look on his face like “oh this bitch is back finally” and carefully considers what he’s gonna say to him 😂😂😭😭😭

Arthur: “Merlin! good of you to join me. perhaps i should fill you in on all that’s been happening while you’ve been... that’s a good question. what the hell have you been doing??” LMAOOOOO these two i can’t

Merlin: “i was...”

Arthur (cutting him off): “choose your next words carefully. they may be you last” pahahahahahaha alright king pipe down

Merlin: “i was searching.. in the woods.... for some herbs for Gaius” boy’s just rambling about herbs and says he got lost

Arthur: “you mean to tell me that you’ve been wandering around in the woods all night???”

and the look on this man’s face. WONDERFUL

Merlin says yes and Arthur asks what happened to his head because it’s bruised and i just knew it was coming ffs “i tripped over a root and hit my head on a tree and knocked myself out” this fucking moron. this fool i despair

Arthur just toys with him and offers him some food with him at the table is it a joke though Arthur if you actually just want to have a lunch date with him and Merlin realises he’s joking and we get another golden deadpan stare from Arthur and it’s the funniest shit damn this episode is blessed and Arthur just stares him down as he fucks off out of the room lmaooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and then to finish it off dramatically picks up his paper again so we all know he’s back to ‘important reading’ uh huh Arthur sure you’re not just thinking about that interaction?? like the rest of us clowns

fast forward and Arthur let’s Elyan go and somehow Merlin’s there again???

anyway Arthur talks to his uncle and when he’s gone Arthur confides in Merlin and Gaius i’m sorry but we have to stan some A+ development (also i really hope Arthur’s starting to lose trust in his uncle because i was sort of getting that vibe from this scene idk we can only hope)

Merlin’s in Arthur’s chambers that night clearing up and Arthur says “that’ll be all Merlin” anD MERLIN REPLIES “are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” UMMMMMMM FOR WHAT????? I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT ARTHUR WAS GOING TO SLEEP UHHHHHHHHHHHHH IDK MAN SEEMS KINDA SUS TO ME WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO MERLIN JUST SLEEP IN HIS BED WITH HIM??? HMMMMMMMMM THE PLOT MAJORLY THICKENS BECAUSE ARTHUR DOESN’T EVEN FIND THIS AN ODD SUGGESTION BECAUSE HIS RESPONSE IS JUST “think i’m gonna get an early night” OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL THAT IMPLIES THAT HIM AND MERLIN WOULD BE- *BIG COUGH COUGH*

AND SECONDLY THAT IMPLIES THAT THIS IS SOMETHING THEY’VE DONE BEFORE I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION THE EVIDENCE SEEMS PRETTY CONCLUSIVE TO ME YOUR HONOUR

then they have a nice little joke about Merlin not getting an early night lmaooo we do love to see the bants

so later on Merlin follows Arthur into the woods lmao of course he does would you really expect anything less at this point?? and they have this whole why are you here?! no why are you here?! moment lmao

Arthur tells him he’s free to go back to Camelot at any time sweetie you really think that’s gonna happen?? you fool Arthur Pendrgaaon because obviously Merlin’s not going anywhere AND THEN ARTHUR’S BACK TO BEING A SELF SACRIFICIAL LITTLE SHIT AGAIN BABY YOU’RE KING NOW YOU CAN’T BE SO WILLING TO DIE AT EVERY FUCKING PROBLEM WTF we find out that this whole thing’s Arthur’s fault but this whole scene is honestly so nice and lovely and warm and he knows what he did was wrong and that he was a stupid young man 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and the druid boy forgives him 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he’s CRYING omg recently Merlin’s constantly on the verge of tears but when Arthur cries you know some bad shit’s going down and the music omgggg 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 “from this day forth the druid people will be treated with the respect they deserve, i give you my word” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love him your honour

so then we’re back in Arthur’s chambers and Merlin says “you know that was incredibly moving what you said at the shrine” Arthur says “it served it’s purpose” because Elyan’s alright ARTHUR STOP PRETENDING YOU DON’T CARE TO LOOK COOL FOR YOU BOYFRIEND MERLIN KNOWS YOU’RE 10X THE MAN YOUR FATHER EVER WAS

Merlin says “you meant it” and then Arthur gets a bit snappy because he’s embarrassed 🥺🥺🥺 and Merlin says “i don’t ever think i’ve seen you cry before. well not like that. you had tears running down your cheeks it’s nice to see this new sensitive emotional side to you, it suits you” doesn’t it just baby???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 then we get a classic shut up Merlin and this is the first time Arthur dares to look at him throughout this conversation 😭😭😭 and then Merlin mocks him *gasp* “i really thought you’d changed” lmaoooo “then you’re as stupid as you are ugly” lmaooooooo Arthur just tell him he’s pretty and leave

and just to finish things off

Arthur’s walking to the door

Merlin: “so there’s no chance that we could have a hug?” and he’s half 🥺 and half smiling/laughing ready to play it off

Arthur turns back to him and starts play running towards him and Merlin runs away and Arthur tackles him off screen aND YOU CANNOT TELL ME ARTHUR DID NOT GIVE THAT MAN THE BIGGEST HUG WHEN THEY WERE BOTH DOWN ON THE GROUND AHHHHHHHHAHAHAHA THEH ARE SO PURE I LOVE IT 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 can you not just imagine these two giggling and chasing each other round the room i-

[old-mornings-dusk]

A Moment Alone

Rating: Explicit // +18  Relationship: John Marston/Arthur Morgan (Morston) Tags: Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Light Masochism, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Consent, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Abigail is with Sadie okay??, Not Beta Read, Established Relationship, Fantasizing  Word Count: 3103

Summary: They agreed to meet at a shack in the forest, but John was late. And it's been a long time...(ngl it's just smut with fluff at the end)

Also on AO3 // One-shot under the cut!

Arthur surely had a lot of patience, but he couldn’t deny he was running out of it. How much time has passed since he arrived at the shack? John was late. He hoped the man was not in trouble again. It had been a long time since they last met privately like that, so he was very excited and eager for what was going to happen.

He sat on the bed and rested his arms on his thighs, bringing his hands together and rolling his thumbs.

He was getting worried. Should he go out and look for him?

Then he heard sounds outside the shack and looked through the open door, just to see John hitching Old Boy over there and then quickly walking towards the entrance. Thank God.

“I know I’m late, sorry ‘bout that. I’ll explain it later”, he told Arthur when he walked past the door, slamming it close behind him.

Arthur stood up immediately, a happy little smile showing up and welcoming hands slightly open for an embrace, and in the next second John got both hands on his face.

He tried to say he was glad he came, but was stopped by a very audible smooch on his lips, followed by a lick and open-mouthed kisses that kept going further down his neck. Arthur let out a deep sigh, one hand on John’s waist and the other on his shoulder, embracing him, and spoke with a grin:

“I know it’s been a while but I didn’t think ya would forget how to kiss properly.”

John stopped for a brief moment, just to look at Arthur and answer with a little hint of laughter on his voice:

“Oh so you want my kisses now, huh?”

Arthur rolled his eyes. You were tasting like blood last time , he wanted to answer, but instead he grabbed John by his waist with both hands and walked some steps, guiding him to the wall very next to the bed, pinned him there and said with a very deep voice that made John shiver with lust:

“Do I have to teach you again?”

The younger man smirked, didn’t even notice his own “I wouldn’t mind,” equally deep and full of desire and love.

That was enough for Arthur to jump on him, eagerly finding a way into his mouth. John groaned when his head hit the wall with a thud, adding more to Arthur’s excitement.

They needed this. It was quite a long time.

“Wanna do something different today”, John managed to say between wet kisses and deep breathes.

Then he grabbed Arthur by the waist and quickly turned him around, putting his back against the wooden wall. Of course he continued the interrupted kiss.

Arthur’s hands landed on John’s buttocks, grabbing and squeezing and trying to bring him closer. Every time he breathed out, he let a low noise come off his throat.

Arthur nearly hissed when John shoved a leg between his own. So little touches and he was already too hard. The younger had his mouth on Arthur’s neck again, his hands attempting to open the buttons from his blue shirt. At this point their hats were already laying on the ground.

“Hmm, what’s on your mind I wonder”, Arthur teased.

“You’ll see.”

John pushed him hard towards the bed after finishing with the buttons, the man dropped on his back, gasping in surprise. He positioned himself properly while watching John undress quickly in front of him, never breaking eye contact. His mouth slightly open admiring the view.

“Mind doing the same for me?”, John asked and Arthur smirked, nodding. He added:

“Please keep the shirt on.”

“Sure,” the older answered, slightly confused, but curious.

Arthur’s mouth watered when John took off his union suit, being completely exposed. He was a beautiful man, he thought, skinny but with some muscles and a lot of scars. Lots of thin hair, too. Not to mention the hard meat between his legs. But Arthur had an unorthodox thing for scars. He loved how rough and mean they made a man look, especially on the face. And he also loved the irony that scars could also mean someone was lucky to not die because of their stupidity.

Because John undressed first, he helped Arthur get rid of his remaining pieces of clothing. He didn’t wear anything under the pants and in a moment he was equally exposed, except he was still wearing the open shirt.

“I don’t see how this is much different”, Arthur said, remembering what John told him before. John, reaching out to Arthur’s neckerchief somewhere between the rest of his clothes, answered:

“That’s where this comes in.”

He waved the piece of clothing in front of Arthur. The man imagined he wanted to use it as a blindfold or gag, his cock twitching and his face warming at the thought. But what John said next made him open his eyes wide.

“May I tie your wrists to the bed?”

“Oh, yes.”

The answer came immediately. Arthur never did something like that, but he thought about that many times. He might be a little submissive if you squint. Arthur felt his face tingle with excitement and a bit of embarrassment when John tied his wrists together and then to the headboard, just a little above his head.

Moving his arms to test how restricted he was, Arthur sucked his lower lip. What he said next might have or might have not meant to be spoken out loud:

“You really make a man imagine things, Marston.”

John’s smirk widened and he positioned himself on top of Arthur, sitting on his thighs. He placed both hands on the other’s pecs, massaging slowly.

“What are you fantasizing about, then?”

Arthur sighed deeply. That was too good. And they barely had started. John’s hard cock pressing against his own made Arthur involuntarily move his hips, earning a sharp breath from the other.

He actually thought of something he’d like to do with John, but he was afraid of what the other might think about it. As if reading his mind, John told him:

“Come on, tell me. Promise I won’t judge”, and his hands were now on Arthur’s nipples, playing with them very slowly and softly. It felt amazing, but not enough. Deep moans started to build on his throat, released when John started to grind slowly against Arthur’s erection.

“If you don’t tell me, you won’t earn anything more than this”, John told him with a lazy tone, running his thumb around Arthur’s nipples even slower.

“Mm okay… Okay… There’s a scenario… You’re a-ah! -bounty hunter”, the older man finally started, wanting more touches.

“I think I like this. Tell me more” John answered with a twitched smile, then rewarded him by lowering his head and giving the right nipple a caress with his tongue. He also repositioned himself so he was lying on Arthur, with his mouth now kissing the other nipple. Arthur closed his eyes to try to concentrate on what to say, overwhelmed by the new form of pleasure he was receiving.

“Oh God… Y-you find me and… hogtie me… Damn!” he whined while John proceeded to suck and bite lightly one nipple and pinching the other. His cock began to ache at how hard he was. Arthur felt the slick of John’s pre-cum on his thigh and moved his leg gently to rub on John’s prick. The other started to rub slowly against him with a breathen moan.

“John, please…”

“Don’t stop, Morgan”, he commanded. Arthur sighed and felt his cheeks burn with his next thought. He opened his eyes but avoided eye contact.

“Then I say… I say I’ll do anything for you if you let me go, so y-ah”, he couldn’t restrain a little moan when he finally felt John’s hand around his cock, moving slowly but with a firm grip. Arthur knew he had to keep talking if he wanted more.

“…so you… Umm… Use me…”

John licked his lips and positioned himself even lower on the bed, so he could spread Arthur’s legs a bit. Arthur observed eagerly while John picked up a small bottle from his jacket’s pocket and held it on his left hand, coming back down to Arthur’s cock and holding it with the other hand, and he licked the tip with a very obscene face, receiving a long, deep whine. Then John said:

“You’ll need to explain better” and licked again, this time from base to top, curling his tongue around the tip. Arthur closed his eyes again. It was so damn good but he needed even more. He bit his lip and then continued explaining his fantasy:

“You fuck me real hard…”

John hummed while sucking the tip, his tongue rolling around it, tasting the pre-cum. Arthur felt a cold shivering that went through all his body, and started to feel desperate. Then he abandoned all of the remaining embarrassment when John put it all inside his mouth, hot and wet, and Arthur continued speaking moving his hips:

“A-and then you spank me like…like you’re teaching me a lesson– Oh fuck!” the older nearly screamed when he felt a slicky finger slip inside him. How had he not noticed when John opened the bottle, he wondered, but that thought expired quickly, because damn had he enjoyed the sudden feeling! It hurt a bit since he clenched in surprise, but Arthur didn’t take too long to relax and feel it even better, with the help of John’s wet mouth around his cock. John let go of Arthur for a second to reply:

“Didn’t know you were into this kinda’ stuff”, a twitched smirk again. John was enjoying this so much he was leaving a wet spot on the bed. And he added a second finger on Arthur’s tight hole, enhancing the pleasure of the green-eyed outlaw.

“Do I bite you? Leave marks on your neck?”, John teased. He was genuinely curious at how much Arthur was willing to let him do.

“Hah, yes”, now Arthur was locking eyes with John, as if begging “ask me more” with a look. And John really did.

“Do I grab your hair and tug it hard?”, this question was followed by an increase in the speed of the fingers moving in and out Arthur.

“Fuck, yes…!”

At this point Arthur was panting and moaning at each breath. He loved how John quickly understood what he wanted him to do and was asking just the right questions.

“Do I slap your face so you might learn to be a good boy?”, this time John crawled up on the bed and put his mouth very near to Arthur’s left ear. He made sure his voice was low and deep when he asked that. And the only thing Arthur could do was whine.

“Goddamn yes!”

He tried to keep eye contact, but John curled his fingers inside him rubbing that sweet spot, so his eyes squinted and rolled to the back of his skull. Arthur couldn’t stop the high-pitched sound he made, instinctively trying to cover his mouth with a hand and tugging at the piece of cloth.John starred with hungry eyes and repeated the movement, making Arthur squirm under him. It took very much of him to not come right there. Then he removed the fingers, receiving a long sigh in response.

“You wanna know why I was late?” John asked. Arthur couldn’t look more confused. Why bring this up right now? John understood the clueless face and continued while he opened the bottle again, pouring more of it’s liquid on his hand.

“I was preparing myself nicely for you. Look,” he said while repositioning himself, legs on both of Arthur’s sides and left hand on the headboard balancing him. And then John inserted two fingers on himself easily, moving them. Arthur’s eyes were wide, his jaw dropped, his cock harder than ever. John made little guttural sounds at his self pleasure.

“Holy…!” The word came involuntarily out of Arthur’s mouth, making John grin with pride. He loved how Arthur was slowly coming undone thanks to him.

“You want to be inside me?”, the younger asked with a naughty smile. Arthur couldn’t deny.

“Yes, please.”

John took his fingers off, now gripping Arthur’s cock and slowly sliding it inside. He gritted his teeth and hissed when the head was completely in. It didn’t hurt, but was always a weird feeling.

“Don’t move.”

Arthur admired in awe. Eyes moving from John’s face to his entrance, lips pressed together trying to control himself from thrusting up. God, John was amazing in every means, his hole so tight, warm and slick, Arthur was getting close. And then he felt John release all his weight over his hips, sitting on him, Arthur’s cock deep inside him. And John didn’t let a single moan come out loud, only a breathy sigh. He bit his lower lip and smirked, again, while Arthur panted and groaned.

“Heh, you look like you’re the one being fucked, Morgan.”

“Hn, son of a…b-bitch.”

“You can’t even say something without stuttering!” John provoked and rolled his hips, feeling Arthur deep inside him. He kept moving like that, rhythmically and slowly, his both hands on Arthur’s chest, thumbs caressing his nipples again.

“That’s… not… true!” Arthur managed to say a word each time he breathed out. John giggled and moved his hips back, slowly, until only the tip was inside him and then quickly moved forward.

God, that felt like heaven, for both men. John finally sounded as loud as Arthur, feeling it hit right there , and the older jolted his hip upwards, desperate for release. John repeated the quick movement again and again, letting out delicious moans of pleasure as he encouraged Arthur to thrust into him and started to work on his own cock too. And Arthur felt like he couldn’t last any longer. The warm, tight pressure around his erection was too much, John riding him eagerly, his face of pure delight, the sounds he was making, he loved it. He loved him.

He wanted to touch him, but the article of cloth that tied him to the headboard was making it impossible. He tried to warn John, but could barely formulate his sentences.

“John I’m c- ...damn, y-you’re so… Oh fuck! John!”

But John understood him and increased his efforts, willing for his own orgasm too, and Arthur came with a loud groan, trembling, John riding him through each release, feeling his lover’s seed filling him two, three times and not stopping. Quite the opposite, he moved his hips up and down frantically, his hand following the rhythm, wanting to come as quick as possible before Arthur couldn’t bear with oversensitivity.

Arthur’s mind was blank. He couldn’t think, just feel. And he felt amazing, even if it was a little too much. His cock was still hard and slick with come, John’s hole engulfed him completely and it started to hurt. But he couldn’t ask him to stop, all that came out of his mouth was moans and grunts, not an understandable word.

And then John came all over Arthur’s belly and chest with a genuine cry, sitting still on him and feeling the other so deep inside him, in the right angle, and he milked himself to the last drop, his ass clenching tight around Arthur. It was when the older felt it was too much and started squirming desperately below him, trying to free his cock. And we know how strong Arthur is.

Right when John started to get up, Arthur broke the wooden headboard. And this startled both, much that John jumped and fell off the bed.

Arthur stayed motionless for a couple seconds until he figured out what happened. The broken piece of wood was swinging right in front of his face, tied by Arthur’s neckerchief. He looked at it, sitting up, and then at John when he heard him:

“...ouch.”

He was sprawled on the floor, looking at the ceiling. Thankfully it didn’t hurt at all, and he started to laugh at the situation, so that Arthur was relieved.

“Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of laughter, knowing it was nothing serious.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Better than ever.”

Arthur smiled and blushed a little, as John wasn’t being ironic. He too didn’t feel this good since once when they fucked in the fanciest hotel room they’d been, where they had plenty of time and thick walls allowing them to be as loud as they wanted to.

“Here, let me untie this for you.”

John stood up and took Arthur’s hands on his, carefully undoing the knot to not damage the neckerchief, and freeing Arthur (and the broken piece of wood), who breathed a sigh of relief. John was badly surprised at how red Arthur's wrists were.

“...my God, Arthur, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

He sat at the edge of the bed bending his leg, and instinctively brought one of Arthur’s wrists next to his own face and kissed the skin very softly.

“Does it hurt much?”

Arthur smiled at the sweet gesture. He hadn't paid attention to the pain in his wrists until now, but it wasn’t unbearable. He certainly pulled too hard on it, it wasn’t exactly John’s fault.

“No, not really… It’s okay. Come here,” he said, caressing John’s face with that hand and moving forward to kiss him. Their lips met in a soft, caring kiss that warmed them with love. John moved himself to a better position, legs beside Arthur’s own, making the older lie down again on the bed, not ever breaking their kiss. Then Arthur opened his mouth to lick his way inside John’s, resting his hands on the other’s neck. After a moment, John started kissing Arthur’s jaw and cheek, who took the opportunity to make a comment:

“You taste like dick.”

“Shut up, it’s your dick!” John answered humorously with a wide smile making them laugh, and they locked eyes for a while, lost in each other’s sight, savoring the rare sweet moment. Oh, how Arthur loved those big softened grey eyes, not the usual frown John always had at camp…

“I love you…”

Did… did he really say it? Did he think too loud?

Maybe he did, because John’s smile grew even wider as he rested his forehead on Arthur’s.

“I love you too… even if you think my kisses taste bad!”

“Okay, but I still like them,” and then they kissed again, softer, smoother and better than any kiss they’ve ever experienced.

[the-nerdnextdoor]

first line game

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns, and choose your favorite opening line! tag 10 of your favorite authors! (omg I only know like two authors that I follow on here so @seasidewriter1-writes you are my one and only tag lmao hi)

@songbvrd this is the first time I've ever been tagged in something like this and it honestly made me so happy (may or may not have teared up) that u thought of me, I'm so touched thank you!!!

I have 11 stories spanning from this year all the way back to 2013 and some of them I just... I was young, okay? and not very good at the writing shtick (not that I'm much better now, but hey). I'll turn it around by adding lines from future WIPs I've got lurking in my Google Docs lol. 

Beauty is in the Details - Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 8k - 02/2021

Stiles has never really been much of an art-lover, so to speak.

Deaton’s Dream Beans - Sterek (Teen Wolf) - 64k - 11/2020-02/2021

Derek Hale has a lot of time for Vernon Boyd. 

Finding One-Shots - Peter Parker/OC (MCU) - 10k - 05/2020-ongoing

Mikaela hands the cash over the counter to the man, giving him a small smile before she takes the pizza boxes and squeezes down the line of waiting customers to exit the pizza joint.

Untethered - Jessica Jones/Tony Stark (MCU) - 66k - 05/2020-ongoing

She should really have every lightbulb in her small apartment switched on and glaring, since the darkness always seems to press in around her, hiding black eyes and soft-spoken words.

Finding Home - Peter Parker/OC (MCU) - 237k - 04/2018-05/2020

They had put a bag over her head when they’d jumped her. 

Siblings, Secrets, and Suspicions - Jenko/OC (21 Jump Street) - 20k - 12/2014-02/2017

I managed to sweet-talk my way into getting let out of work three hours early tonight, just to make sure I’m around if my brother decides high school parties aren’t as cool as they’re made out to be on television.

Of Fragile Souls - Alex Summers/OC (X-Men) - 58k - 06/2014-01/2018

His coat of white should have meant that he was the embodiment of peace, of innocence and purity and everything good in this world, but he contradicted that in any and every way he could.

The Phoenix and The Riddler - Riddler/OC (DC) - 3k - 10/2013

“D’you know where Bruce Wayne is hiding out?” I asked Selina, scratching one of her many cats’ heads.

A Forgotten Enemy - One Ring POV (Lord of the Rings) - 1k - 08/2013

I have discovered that time passes excruciatingly slowly when you lie, forgotten by all who once feared you, on an unknown riverbed.

Emberling - Legolas/OC (Lord of the Rings) - 58k - 07/2013-hiatus

Stars, the eldest of all beings belonging to the world of Middle Earth, and any other world existing.

The Phoenix - Riddler/OC (DC) - 39k - 05/2013-08/2013

“Patient interview number one. Patient’s name is Kenna Fyrian.”

Okay now it’s time for future WIPs so I can change the subject from those ooold fics I am cringing over after glancing in their direction lmao.

An Unstoppable Force and an Immovable Object - Thiam (Teen Wolf) - TBD

I'm not the bad guy, he had told Stiles.

Untitled Fic - Derek/OC (Teen Wolf) - TBD (won’t be the first line, but it’s all I have)

Ava’s eyes squint with wary suspicion as she hops down from her truck, pebbles skittering under her sneakers when she hits the ground.

Untitled Fic - Poe/OC (Star Wars) - TBD (no idea if this will be the first line, but it’s all I have)

The world is a bleak grey, from the soil to the buildings to the sky.

Untitled Fic - Griffin/OC (Jumper) - TBD

“Motherfuck-” Danny splutters through the blood pouring into her mouth, arms pumping as her feet thunder down the corridor.

Untitled Fic - OC (Umbrella Academy) - TBD

When Eliana was young, Luther would always insist she stand somewhere near the fire extinguishers positioned strategically within each room of the colossal mansion.

Thunder and Lightning - Arthur Morgan/OC (Red Dead Redemption 2) - TBD

Josephine crouches behind a large stone, one knee pressing into the soil, the damp earth slowly soaking into the material of her pants.

Untitled Fic - Jack/OC (Supernatural) - TBD

Vivian slows the car to a stop and turns the engine off, exhaling shakily.

Untitled Fic - Edmund/OC (Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian) - TBD

Arianna leans her back against the foot of the bed, one knee bent to support her elbow, the other leg stretched lazily in front of her.

and that’s all the ones that have any drabbles written for them! any others are just like vague bullet points at the moment. 

I think the only kind of patterns I was aware of, looking back at these fics, is that my older ones when I first started out were mostly written in first person, and then from Finding Home-onwards I switched to third person. for some reason the first person stuff makes me especially cringy now. there’s a decent mix of short and long sentences, some dialogue thrown in, some names introduced straight off the bat, but I kinda like that I’m not doing the same thing over and over.

as for picking a favourite, uft.. Untethered is one I'm quite proud of, and that chapter kind of wrote itself one day when I was feeling particularly down and needing to distract myself, so it means something to me. Finding Home is my longest fic to date and is one that I hold very close to my heart, despite there being parts that I wish I'd done differently and stuff. Untitled Jumper Fic is hopefully going to be quite a fun one, when I eventually get round to it; what I’ve characterised so far for Danny I really like, so I’m looking forward to that one. An Unstoppable Force and an Immovable Object is another one that I’m excited for and super eager to get started on, but I’m holding myself back so I can concentrate on Untethered. Oh and then the Untitled Teen Wolf Fic is another one I keep having waves of inspiration for and I keep just noting it down in bullet points or writing drabbles and then tearing my attention back to my actual WIP.

the end?

[wistfulwisteriawitch]

Arthur Morgan x Lilith Vallent OC: Vas Ura (My One)/ Vas Soluna (My Bonded) Part 01 Chapter 02: Colter

The night falls, but everyone is warm, everyone has a bed, everyone is safe. I smile to myself and find Dutch who is puffing a pipe and some of Bel’s favorite tobacco, he and Belial are chatting with Hosea and Arthur when Dutch thanks him, “you really saved us there.”

“Not I.” Belial shakes his head and I smirk. Arthur is scribbling in a journal, it is something else entirely to see him do so in person, and I stay in the shadows to watch as he listens halfheartedly.

“Oh? Surely you’re the one who—“ Dutch begins laughing.

“You mistake the hierarchy Mister Van der Linde.” Bel smiles and shakes his head.

“The red head?”

“My One. But niet. No.”

Hosea chuckles, “the small one? I believe you said your little sister.”

“Hm.” He nods at the men who look floor struck except Hosea.

“You’re telling me that tiny woman.” Dutch begins.

“Though she be little, she is fierce.”

“Shakespeare.” Hosea mutters.

Arthur’s attention seems to have paused on his writing and his eyes snap up to where I am. For a moment we both regard one another before I step forward into the light.

“Bel?”

“Ah here she is, Sool Iña.” Good evening. Bel is on cloud nine, he has been able to speak with his favorite characters, Hosea especially. “I was just explaining the hierarchy.”

“You mean about how I clobbered you for rank?”

He snorts and shoves at me with his foot making my chair scoot a bit when I sat down.

“You’re really in charge?” Dutch asks.

I sigh, and drop the gentle approach, harden myself and straighten fully in my seat, leaning back and tilting my chin up, allowing my gaze to ease into a hard edge. “Yes Mister Van der Linde. Do you have issue with it?” I allowed a rumble to echo through my chest for a moment.

“Not at all, just surprising.” Dutch smiles glancing me up and down. “Not every day you meet a tiny woman capable of such things.”

“And that’s just the beginning.” Bel muttered and I kicked a foot out smacking his ankle, “ouch!”

“Siblings.” Arthur grunted as he continued to write.

“So tell me Mister Van der Linde, what brings three men worth a bond in collection of several thousand dollars this far?” I ask sipping some whiskey from a flask.

Dutch tenses as does Arthur and Hosea merely laughs.

“Relax. You are in good company.” Bel snaps.

“Oh?”

“Belial is wanted for at least five thousand.” I explained.

“And you?”

Bel chuckles, “where are you at now?”

“Not much but that’s because I don’t get caught.” I huffed taking another swig. “Last I checked for My name it was three thousand, but last I checked for The Red Wolf it was at ten thousand.”

“The Red Wolf?” Hosea tilts his head.

“A nom de guerre.” Bel explained. “We all have one.”

“We?” Dutch asks glancing at them both.

“Yes. My family is Vallent. I am of a people called Volkier, think of us as a ah….specialized family…we…handle things. Bad people.”

Dutch grips the glass of whiskey in his hand, “and what are we?”

“Good people who survive doing bad things.” I shrug, “like anyone else in the world Mister Van der Linde. You choose who to rob, you don’t destroy everything in your path.”

I knew using the words he had used with Cornwall would resonate and he nods, relaxing substantially.

“We would like to join you.” I said and all three men pause.

“Why?” Hosea asks tilting his head.

“Do I need a reason? You need more people who are skilled, I have skilled family. And I’ve taken a shine to you. We Wolves do not consider such trivial things. We do as we please.”

“Wolves.” Arthur smirks, “is that what you’re called.”

“It is Mister Morgan.” I softly reply. “Volkier have been around for ages, thousands of years we have passed down our knowledge to our kin, we have survived this far, in the wilds of the world— but the world is changing. And so we must change with it or perish. However, we survive best in numbers.”

Dutch laughed and nodded, leaning over and patting my knee, “indeed. I do believe I like you Miss Vallent.”

“Thank you.”

Belladonna entered the cabin and draped herself over Belial’s shoulder. “I am tired love.”

“Hm.” Bel grinned and excused himself, finding it hard to walk with Bella entwined around his arm.

“Puppies.” I snorted into my drink. “How vulgar,” but no venom was in my voice as Bel gave me the finger behind his back. “Hurry up and make me an Auntie!”

All three men almost coughed into their drinks.

“I CANNA BARELY TAKE CARE A THIS FOOL OF A MAN!” Bella’s laughter could be heard as they shut the door to their quarters.

“Sorry, we’re a bit…ah…open with how we speak of such things.” I grinned a bit sheepish. “Please allow us to show our use to you gentlemen.”

“Hmph.” Arthur was still glaring over his sketchbook but it was different— was he drawing me? I felt a curious urge to lean over and look but he guarded the edge with a hand.

Awe, bummer.

“I hope your quarters are suited to you. Mister Morgan I’ll show you to your designated spot.”

He sighed and got up to follow where I led him to a smaller cabin to the left of the bunker cabin. He walked in and glanced around. “You’ll be sharing space with myself. I hope that’s alright.” He seemed to pause, but without a fight nodded. “It is still colder than hell, it’s better to bunk up where we can.”

“Hah, surely you ain’t wanting to bunk up with me.”

“Do you see any other ornery cowboys here?” I asked crossing my arms. No way in hell are you staying in a drafty cold place cinnamon roll. Get your ass into bed. “Don’t get shy on me we can only burn wood for so long and I don’t feel like freezing to death, I won’t bite you. And I dont trust anyone else near me, and I am in no way sharing space with my brother and his bonded.”

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Arthur could understand that well enough, but as she went into another room and came out with her hair in a thick braid piling wood into the fire to bank it so it wouldn’t go out and at least keep it relatively warm, she turned to him. “You alright?”

She trusted him. Why, she hardly knew him, but she acted as if she’d known him for a long time— and damn it if it wasn’t rubbing off on him too. Through the evening she had quietly chatted with him about horses, guns, poker, anything that actually might peak his interest, California being one of the things he was want to talk about.

He even spoke of Bodicea, watching her eyes cloud with pain. “I’m so sorry. I know that doesn’t fix the pain…”

“No but…s’preciated.” He muttered.

Now here she was bundled in a bed piled high with furs and pelts and all manner of blankets like a bug in a rug.

“Look I can.”

Her warm gaze snapped open. “Don’t make me fling you into this bed Mister Morgan, I am tired.”

“Hmph.” As if she could. But he shrugs, “fine don’t say I didn’t warn ya that you’d be uncomfortable with a mean old bastard like me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah grouchier than a bear in winter, get in here already.” She yawned big and rolled herself over.

He got himself down to his union suit and crawled in, almost groaning at how warm it was already and settled into the goose mattress— how long had it been since he’d slept in a god damn bed weeks…months?

His eyes slid shut for a moment, and drunk on exhaustion he glanced at her, half her face hidden by blankets her wide eyes blinking at him like a curious animal.

Why did she look so damn happy.

“Ya warm?” He mumbled.

She nodded. “You?”

“Considering yer like a god damn furnace shore.”

“Hehehe. I know. My family always sidle up to me during winter, my brothers and I tend to run hot like Mama.”

“So that a family trait.” He jolted when her hand found his and he realized she wasn’t joking, she was warm and he found himself dragging her closer.

She was pouting, “If you wanted to huggle-up just say so.”

“Hm?” He wasn’t sure what that meant.

“You know, huggle-up, like a puppy pile….you ever see wolves pile up on each other during winter?”

“I don’t make it a habit to wander into wolves dens.”

“Psh, sure you don’t.” He realized she was referring to the three of them.

“You all take this wolf thing seriously.”

“Yep.”

“Hm…”Arthur felt himself drifting off, unaware of how tight he was holding her warm hand. “Thank you.” He muttered.

“Of course Arthur…”

Sometime in the night he could hear the ever so soft whisper….

Amongst the leaves and twining branch.

The moonlight sways in winter’s dance.

Within the Company of Wolves, I keep.

That I may lie down in peaceful sleep.

He wasn’t sure what time it was as light filtered through the window frames. But it was burning up despite there still being a damn blizzard outside rattling the cabin.

“Hmph?” Arthur grunted a bit and tried to move but was weighed down as something….no…someone…was tangled with his legs.

He damn near panicked but opening one eye and looking down he flushed bright red.

She was half under him, tucked into his shoulder with a sleepy smile, hair undone as somehow in the middle of the fucking night he had buried a hand into her locks.

Fuck…move damn it… he said to himself.

“Arthur?” She opened one eye. “What’s wrong?”

“Um I’m sorry…” he blushed again.

“For what?” She muttered.

“uh..”

She glanced down at themselves and laughed, “oh please.” An arm wound about his waist and she bundled closer lightning her legs around his limbs. “Sleep it’s too early.”

He sputtered, disentangling himself and falling off the mattress to the floor with a low oof.

“Awe! You okay?” She popped up scratching her scalp, humming to herself, “ugh guess I’ll get up too if you’re so hell bent. Geez, getting up with the sun is a bitch.”

He grunted and stood up rubbing his bruised lower back.

“Arthur?” She called him, and he jolted a bit, “coffee?” She held a mug as he buttoned his shirt over his union suit.

“Thanks.” He took a long drink feeling the heat go straight to his gut.

“Welcome.” She drank her own cup, “I’m sure Belladonna has breakfast going.” She got herself bundled up after she went into the other room in a warm dress and boots, along with her wolf cloak that was dark black fur fluffed out all over making her look bigger than she was. “I’ll go check on it.”

He frowned to himself glancing at the unmade bed. Had he really spent the night bundled up to a total stranger….

A rather cute stranger.

No…no…a stranger nonetheless.

Yes he had. And he wasn’t too sure how he felt about it.

But upon entering the cabin with the bunk beds he could hear the men chattering rather amiably, warmed up with the small stove that kept the room comfortable, “ah it’s Morgan, where the hell did you sleep?” Micah asked. “Saw you heading off with that tiny woman, get lucky?”

“Shut it Micah.”

Javier chuckled, “she speaks Spanish you know. Her mother is from Mexico.”

“Really? I thought they were Russian.” Lenny said.

“Father is Russian.” Bill corrected sipping his coffee.

“Well whatever they are, sure am grateful.” Lenny smiled.

Arthur always liked Lenny, he was a good boy, did good work and was smart to boot. “We should be, be in a hell of worse set of circumstances without em.”

“I dont trust em.” Micah snapped. And everyone frowned at him.

“Just sad about Davey.” Bill muttered.

“When I go I don’t want no one to be sad just fucking move on.”

“Why when you go Micah there will be a party.” Lenny chuckled and Bill laughed.

But before Micah could land a blow Lilith stood before him.

“Gentlemen.” She chided. “Such behavior.” Arthur tensed, watching her body language as she sighed deeply as if disappointed. “What seems to be the issue.”

“Ain’t gonna be laughed at by the likes of these idiots.” Micah snapped.

Lilith chuckled, “Mister Bell, surely such a trivial thing could do you no harm, yet you’re willing to draw blood for such a thing from family?”

Everyone tried to move when Micah’s palm lashed out, “you Bitch!”

But a small hand gripped his wrist making the big man stop, he jerked but the grip was iron.

“Mister Bell. I don’t take kindly to violence intending to draw blood amongst friends and family.”

Lilith’s gaze was sharp, her lip curled in a sneer and she clenched her hand tighter around Micah’s wrist making the man grunt. “Right now I am grinding your radius and your lunate bones in your hand together…hurts doesn’t it?”

Arthur watched with a deep frown, Javier was laughing, and Lenny just stepped back a bit Bill kept drinking his coffee seemingly glad she saved him from getting his jaw punched.

She stepped forward, pushing Micah back by bending his wrist at an unnatural angel towards him. Her voice was gentle, scolding. “If I wanted to… I could easily snap it back and dislocate your wrist. I would of course set it…but it would hurt…quite badly. Bear that in mind when you decide to bare those dull fangs of yours at me for such an idiotic reason. You shall not get any leeway from me again. Do I make myself clear?” She didn’t even wait for him to respond, jerking his wrist and forcing his legs to buckle from the pain. ”Be a good boy and DOWN.”

No one moved.

Everyone was too shocked to move.

Belial was leaning in the doorway with a lopsided grin, “Lioshka?”

“It is fine.” She flung Micah’s arm back with a rumble in her chest and kept her head high, staring down her nose at the blond man, before slowly glancing over everyone. “Gentlemen,” she brushed snow off herself and adjusted her hair which was piled up in a half Gibson girl style, “breakfast is ready, come eat.”

With that the siblings left.

“God damn.” Micah hissed rubbing his wrist glaring at the door, “something is wrong with that fucking bitch.”

Charles was trying not to laugh as was Lenny, “seems fine to me.” Lenny said.

“Don’t worry Micah, you’ll get her next time.” Javier chuckled as he walked out.

Arthur merely glared at the man. “Don’t let me ever catch you acting to hit her again.” He growled.

“What protective of your little she-bitch?” Micah spat.

“Watch it.” Arthur snapped. “She’s helped us be grateful.”

Breakfast was a strange affair, everyone was piled into the cabin, and that meant everyone, the Volkier family stated it was good to eat together. A potato hash, baked greens and melted cheese on toast and a type of strange meat chop dish that was riddled with wild onions and herbs.

Pearson was in heaven. He didn’t even complain and he had apparently been helping.

Lilith had informed everyone over the meal that afternoon meal would be a simple dish like breakfast, when was the last time they even had three meals a day…everyone was brighter, their morale boosted, and Dutch and Hosea were chattering away together.

“So Dutch, tell me. There are O’Driscals nearby?” Lilith asked.

“You know of O’Driscalls?”

“We hate them.” Belial snapped from across the room.

“Oh good.” Dutch said laughing, “we’ll all get along fine then.”

“We can help.” Belladonna smiled wide, “may I?”

“You and I will go, Belial, stay with the group. Ensure no one comes if they do, slit their throats open.”

“Yes little sister.”

Hosea glanced at Arthur they seemed to be thinking the same, how could one so young speak of killing so easily.

“May we join you?” Lilith asked Dutch, “I promise we will make it easier.”

“Why not.”

With that, it was decided, and Lilith went to prepare, stating a dress was not clothing to fight in.

Arthur huffed and leaned in to Dutch, “we sure bout this letting women on a job?”

“Arthur have faith.”

Have faith…that was always the answer….Arthur seemed to be running out of faith as he followed Dutch, “Dutch we ain’t got the luxury of revenge… you’re always sayin that.”

“Best that we hit him before they hit us.”

[verai-marcel]

Taking Time For You (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x F!Reader, Neighbor AU, Chapter 1 of 2, 18+)

Summary: It’s been a long, stressful week. Hell, it’s been a stressful MONTH. When you come home, your nerves frazzled and your tolerances shot to hell, Arthur takes care of you in the best way that he possibly can.

Author’s Notes: I got an anonymous request for Arthur fucking the stress out of you. So here ya go Anon, a fluffy smutty fic for you! Good luck with exams and life, my dear!

Tags: high honor Arthur Morgan, fluff & smut; low honor Arthur Morgan, rough sex, shower sex

AO3 Link is here, sweetheart.

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Side A: High Honor

“Really? Now this.”

As the raindrops started hitting your head, you picked up your feet and ran the remaining ten blocks home. You arrived, sopping wet and cold, at the foot of the stairs of your apartment building, rummaging through your bag for your keys as you took the steps two at a time.

As you reached the top, you heard a door open and close.

“Lemme get that for ya, darlin’.”

Arthur used your spare key to open your door and guided you inside. Taking your bag and your coat, he ushered you into the bathroom so you could take a hot shower.

As you started to take off your soaked clothes, you could hear him shuffling around in your apartment. Turning on the shower, your mind wandered while you waited for the water to heat up. It was a shit day at work, and this whole month had been particularly stressful. You weren't sure if it was because people were starting to get just enough knowledge to be dangerous but not enough sense to actually fix their own computers, or if it was because one of the other techs had quit and you were picking up the slack. Probably a combination of the two. 

You took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh. You were home now, and thoughts of work should be left behind. Work-life balance, you told yourself, even as your brain mulled over a corruption error idly. 

When you came out, warmer and feeling marginally better, you saw that he had hung your coat to dry and put your bag on a towel on the kitchen countertop, taking out any electronics so they wouldn’t get soaked. You were touched by his consideration.

“Aww, Arthur, you’re the best.”

He just looked down at his feet and smiled shyly. “Weren’t nothin’. Just tryin’ to make ya happy.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, and he returned the hug. He felt like your own personal furnace; it was nice, having his big arms around you to keep the chill away. 

“Arthur?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to think for a while.”

He nodded. Leading you to your bedroom, he said softly, “I understand.”

***

It was simple enough for you to slip off your lounge pants and sweatshirt. You weren’t wearing anything underneath, and you still smelled like your favorite lotion.

“Lay down, sweetheart.”

You got on your bed and lay down, happy to see a bulge in his pants. You worried that one day he’d find you wanting and stop coming over to see you, but whenever you were alone with Arthur, he always showed how you affected him. He loved the hell out of you; every time he saw you, he reached out for you, just like he was now, his touch tender and warm. 

Arthur began to remove his clothes, slowing down when he noticed your small smile of enjoyment. 

"You like a show, darlin'?" 

"You don't have to," you replied, even though you wanted one.

Hearing the unspoken request in your voice, he grinned before turning around, slowly letting his shirt fall off his shoulders and back, revealing a tight, sleeveless undershirt. You felt your mouth watering at the sight of him, his jeans hugging that perfect posterior. He undid his belt, slowly pulling it out of the belt loops. You felt the anticipation growing as you watched him toss it aside, your heart beating harder. He glanced at you over his shoulder, a cute smirk on his face, knowing what he was doing to you. He pulled the undershirt over his head, his back muscles flexing as he did so. Flinging the shirt across the room like a stripper, he turned around and grabbed his dick through his jeans.

“Want this?”

You reached out for him, but he took a step back. Watching you pout, he slowly undid his fly, your eyes glued to his hand as he unzipped his jeans and reached in. You swallowed as he pulled out his thick cock and stroked it lazily, letting his jeans fall from his hips. Your eyes widened when you saw he had gone commando. Stepping out of his jeans, he kicked them aside before coming closer to you.

“Spread your legs. Lemme feast on ya.”

You gladly spread your legs wide, waiting breathlessly as he crawled towards you, his head dipping down to your core. His tongue flicked out, touching your clit with the barest of touches, and you whimpered.

“Please, Arthur…”

He chuckled. “Alright, since you need it today, I won’t tease ya.” He dived in, kissing your nether lips with a fervor that surprised you. Leaning your head back, you panted and lifted your hips, grinding against his face as he sucked and licked you, his tongue and mouth completely devoted to your pleasure. He stopped to kiss and nuzzle your inner thighs, his short beard tickling your skin.

"Yer so beautiful," he murmured before returning to your core, his lips worshipping you in the best possible way. You writhed uncontrollably, and Arthur gripped your waist, holding your lower body still while he pleasured you. The pressure on your center was so right, so perfect, that when you felt your climax bowling you over like a tidal wave, you cried from the pure catharsis of it.

“Fuck, yes,” you hissed as you came back down to earth, your body feeling loose and limp like jelly.

Arthur hummed in tender amusement before covering you with his large body. His cock hovered over your entrance, and he waited for you to nod before pushing inside of you. Sensitive from your release, you cried out.

“Darlin’?”

“I’m good, I’m good, just fuck me,” you breathed.

He hesitated a moment before he plunged inside of you, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you. You winced at his girth, but soon you rocked your hips, begging with your body for him to give it to you. Taking your lead, he started taking you hard and fast, just the way you wanted it. His thrusts were hypnotic, taking your mind to another state of existence; all you needed was Arthur whispering sweet words in your ear as he pounded into you, making you his.

“Fuck,” he moaned, raising himself up on his hands as he fucked even harder, his breaths harsh as his pace quickened. “Gonna… come….”

“Fill me up, Arthur!” you cried out as you came again, clinging to him tightly. Wordless whimpers escaped from you as you felt him crush you against the bed, spilling himself inside of you. His hips jerked forward, trying to go deeper than he already was. 

“My lady,” he whispered reverently as he caught his breath, coming down from his climax. Rolling off you, he cuddled up next to you and held you close. “You feelin’ better?”

You nodded. “Much better.” Leaning over to kiss the tip of his nose playfully, you grinned. “Thank you, Arthur.”

He gave you a soft smile, his eyes filled with a pure love that took your breath. 

“Anythin’ fer you.”

***

On the edge of dawn, as the sun's rays snuck through your window and landed on Arthur's face, you took a deep breath. You hadn't said anything when he had told you he loved you last week. Too much in shock, you had just gaped like a goldfish. 

But Arthur, sweet Arthur, had just caressed your cheek and told you that you didn't have to respond yet, you could take your time and figure things out. He was far too kind to you, but you knew that even he would not wait forever for you to make up your mind, nor should he. You owed him an answer. 

You must have been staring at him and spacing out, because he reached out for you, and it startled you to see movement. 

"You alright, darlin'?" 

"Yeah." You took another deep breath. “Arthur?”

“Yes?”

You fidgeted with the sheets as you worked up the courage to say what you’d been meaning to say.

“I… I love you, Arthur.”

The smile that blossomed on his face was more beautiful than any sunrise.

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Chapter 2: Low Honor Arthur

[lucacangettathisass]

how the light gets in (ch. 6)

SUMMARY: After your home is ransacked by a group of strange men, you and your cousin are taken in by a group of outlaws. And that’s when the trouble really starts.

PAIRINGS: John Marston x Fem!Reader, Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR, CHAPTER FIVE

TAGGING: @mountainhymn if you would like to be tagged in future tags lmk!

NOTES: oof got a long one here fellers! but also a pretty speedy update by my standards so im very happy! small warning for some suggestive language and micah being a creepy dick. as always feedback and REBLOGS are greatly appreciated! have a good one!

Over the following few days, you remained with the other women, only seeing the men who chose to bring in food. This was usually Mr Matthews, Mr Pearson, and Herr Strauss, although Mr Escuella would occasionally pop in. Herr Strauss in particular seemed to have grown fond of you, as he would linger and speak with you in German. You found him to be an erudite and rather friendly man, and you enjoyed his conversation, and the fact that you seemed to have made a friend.

Shortly after Mr Marston’s return, Mr Morgan and Mr Smith went hunting and returned with two deer, which lifted everyone’s spirits considerably. Even Sadie seemed impressed at the mens’ efforts, which you hoped meant she would actually grow to respect them, and possibly even like them.

About four days after Mr Marston’s rescue, you decided to go check on him, and make sure the stitches were holding up well and nothing had gotten infected.

Sadie, of course, insisted on going with you and wouldn’t take no for an answer, despite the fact that you wouldn’t be that far away.

“I don’t want you out of my sight.” She said as you both trudged through the snow, which had frustratingly gotten thicker following a heavy fall the night before. “I don’t trust any of these degenerates.”

“They’re not degenerates Sadie.” You said. “They’re trying to help us.”

She scoffed.

When you entered the building housing the men, you quickly spotted Herr Strauss in the corner. He had looked up when the door opened and you both exchanged a smile.

“Guten morgen Herr Strauss.” You said politely.

“Guten morgen fraulein.” He looked over your shoulder, where you knew Sadie stood. “Frau Adler. Do you speak German?”

“No.”

Herr Strauss seemed surprised at Sadie’s abrupt and sharp tone, and unsure as to how he should continue the conversation, or if he should continue it at all.

“I’m just here to check on Mr Marston.” You said in an attempt to ease the tension. “I won’t be too much of a bother.”

You approached Mr Marston and saw that Miss Roberts was already at his side, with Jack in her lap. This was hardly a surprise, as Miss Roberts scarcely left Mr Marston’s side since his return, keeping him company and making sure the stitches remained clean as best as she could. It warmed your heart to see such devotion and love.

At some point someone had placed a large bandage over Mr Marston’s right eye, obscuring almost half his face, and making him seem very grim indeed. You felt rather sorry for him.

“How are you today Mr Marston?” You asked, smiling kindly.

“I’m alive, so that’s something.” Mr Marston grunted, his eye looking up and behind you. “You must be Mrs Adler.”

“I am.”

“I’m real sorry about what happened to your husband.” Mr Marston sounded sincere, and you were touched on Sadie’s behalf. “I-Well, I guess it happened to you too.”

It took you a moment to realize that Mr Marston was talking to you. “I-Yes.” You swallowed in an attempt to keep your emotions in check. “But you’ve all been very kind.”

You knelt beside Mr Marston and re-examined his face. Just like last time you kept your touch light, just skimming his skin with the pads of your fingertips, only using force to tilt his head when you needed to, and even then you used as little as possible, so as to not hurt or startle. “So, Mr Marston, have you experienced any irritation? Or seen anything that would perhaps indicate an infection?”

Mr Marston was silent for a few moments, probably in thought. “No.” He said. His voice was a little shaky, which concerned you.

“Is something the matter Mr Marston? You sound odd.”

Mr Marston quickly shook his head. “No, nothin’. It’s uh, it’s just my voice.” He cleared his throat and turned his face away.

Feeling somewhat perplexed, you withdrew your hands from Mr Marston’s face. “Well, you seem to be healing well.” You placed a hand gently on his forearm. “There will be some scarring, but there doesn’t appear to be any other cause for concern.” You gave him an encouraging smile.

He said nothing.

You heard a deep chuckle. “There’s no need for you to be fussin’ over him like that miss.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw Mr Bell, smirking while he lit a cigarette. You offered a smile. “Good day Mr Bell, how have you been?”

Mr Bell snorted. “Cold as sin.” He took a drag of his cigarette and looked you over. He was looking at you the way you had seen collectors look at supposedly valuable items; appraising them from sight alone before deciding if they were worth a closer look. “Bet you could keep me warm though.”

You gave him an apologetic look. “I’m afraid I haven’t fared any better.” You said. “I doubt I would be able to help you.”

Mr Bell’s smirk grew wider, and he chuckled lowly. “I could show you a thing or two if you like.”

“I’m not sure I understand.” You said, genuinely confused as to what Mr Bell was talking about.

“Ignore him.” You saw Mr Escuella standing beside the small fireplace, smoking his own cigarette. He shot Mr Bell a dirty look. “Would it kill you to not be a total jackass to everyone?”

Your eyes moved from Mr Escuella to Mr Bell and back again. You were beginning to feel rather awkward. “How are you feeling Jack?” You asked the young boy, turning to him in an attempt to change the subject and avoid any further tension. “Not too cold?”

“No.” He smiled at you. Over the past few days he appeared to have warmed up to you, which pleased you immensely. You had always loved children, and despite everything, you still dreamed of having some of your own.

“Good.” You smiled. “You let me know if you need anything ok?”

“Ok.”

“You want to sit?” Miss Roberts brought Jack closer to her, and seemed to be rising out of the stool she was sitting on. “I can’t imagine the floor is very comfortable.”

“Oh no no no!” You said quickly. “Really Miss Roberts, there’s no need.” You smiled reassuringly. “It’s like I said to Miss Grimshaw yesterday, I’ve spent a lot of time on my knees.”

To your surprise, Miss Roberts gave you a shocked look. “I-You what?”

You furrowed your brow, standing up. “You know, in church?”

The look of shock on Miss Robert’s face was replaced by one of realization before turning to sheepishness. “Oh! I mean-yeah, ‘course.”

Another chuckle came from behind you, even deeper than the last, and sounding far more amused. “Oh, you really are somethin’ ain’t ya sugar pie.”

You turned, and saw that Mr Bell had moved closer, now only a few feet away. His cigarette was hanging out of his mouth, which was contorted into a smile that wasn’t exactly pleasant. His eyes shone, but not with any emotion or intention you could easily identify. It made the hair on your arms stand up.

It didn’t take long for Sadie to stand in front of you, obscuring your view of Mr Bell. “Back off.” She snarled. “Touch her and you’re fucking dead.”

“Sadie!” You grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back, panicking. While you had grown to know a few of the gang members, Mr Bell was still an unknown variable. None of the other members had said anything about him, so you were flying blind where he was concerned, and you didn’t wish to take any chances. “I’m very sorry about her Mr Bell.” You said hastily, eyes flicking back and forth between the two.

“Don’t apologise to him.” Sadie snapped. She wrenched her arm out of your grip and grabbed your hand. “Come on, we’re gettin’ out of here.”

Before you could react further, Sadie dragged you outside, keeping your hand in a vice like grip.

“Sadie you can’t say things like that to people!” You exclaimed once you were both out in the cold, door slamming shut behind you. “Especially people who help you!”

She snarled and stopped abruptly. “Well you can’t tell people you’re used to being on your knees!”

You frowned. “Why not? Surely they know what I mean?”

“They’ll think you mean-” Sadie stopped and sighed. “Look, just-just forget it.”

Now you were even more confused. “What? They’ll think I mean what?”

“I said forget it!” Sadie snapped.

You winced. “Sorry.” You said softly. You looked down at your feet, cheeks flushing from the cold and embarrassment.

Sadie sighed again, and you felt her wrap her arms around you. “You don’t need to be sorry.” She said softly. “But I am.” She pulled away, holding onto your shoulders, and you looked up at her. She looked tired, haggard, defeated. You had never seen her like that before, and you felt guilty. “You know I worry about you.” She said. “And all of this ain’t helpin’.” She squeezed your shoulders. “But I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you. I’m not angry at you.” The corners of her lips twitched upwards slightly into a smile. “Do you forgive me?”

“Oh Sadie.” You immediately wrapped your arms around her. “Of course I do. I’ll always forgive you.”

You felt her tremble slightly when she hugged you back. Probably the cold.

-

Later, while speaking with the women and re-braiding Sadie’s hair, you all received a visitor.

It was a man you had recalled seeing with the other men, in your peripheral vision. He was older, appearing to be close to Mr Matthew’s age, and dressed entirely in black with a rather large hat. Once he took the hat off, you noted his eye catching red hair, which you were sure was far more bright and vibrant in his youth. Now it seemed to have faded, and was accompanied by a considerable amount of grey, while his moustache was seemingly untouched by time.

“A-Afternoon ladies.” He said, looking around until his eyes landed on you.

You paused in your braiding of Sadie’s hair. You looked up at the man, and noted that he was clutching onto his hat, fingers drumming on the rim of it. He seemed nervous, so you smiled kindly. “Good afternoon sir.”

He seemed almost startled, like a child that had been caught doing something they shouldn’t be, but he quickly composed himself. He took a step closer to you. “I uh, I thought I should finally introduce myself.” He held out a hand. “Orville Swanson.”

You felt yourself perk up, and your smile grew wider. “You’re the Reverend right? Miss Grimshaw told me about you.” You took his hand and shook it. “It’s very nice to meet you Reverend Swanson.”

The Reverend seemed startled again, but he shook your hand as well and even smiled. “May I sit?”

“Of course!” You gestured to the empty floor beside you. You resumed braiding Sadie’s hair, but you watched the Reverend from your peripheral. “Is there something you needed Reverend?”

“I uh, I wished to speak to you. About what you said earlier.”

You felt Sadie tense, and you gently squeezed her shoulder to keep her calm. “Which part?”

“The part about church.”

That didn’t surprise you. “Which denomination are you Reverend, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Baptist.” He seemed to hesitate again. “At least, I was. Before…” He trailed off. You remembered how Miss Grimshaw mentioned that he was no longer a member of the clergy, that he had more or less abandoned his post, even before he met the gang. “Well, that was a long time ago. But, what about you? What was your church?”

“Eastern Orthodox.” Even now you could transport yourself to the old church; feel the polished wood, smell the heavy incense, hear the praise and worship of your fellow believers. It made you feel sad. You missed that old church, and all the people you had met because of it.

The Reverend furrowed his brow. “I’m afraid I’ve never heard of that one.” He said, sounding genuinely apologetic.

“Well, it’s more popular in Eastern Europe than here.” You said. “I’m sure it’s numbers pale in comparison to the Baptists.”

The corners of the Reverend’s lips twitched upwards. “So, how did you come to Eastern Orthodoxy?”

The locket around your neck grew heavy, and almost burned. “My mother worked for a wealthy Russian widow.” You explained. “She had immigrated to America years ago, and she kept her religion with her. When I was very young, she was kind enough to take me in, and she raised me with it. It might sound silly but, it almost feels like it’s a part of me now.” A sad smile formed on your face.

“Oh no! That’s not silly at all!”

You looked at the Reverend in surprise at how fervent he was with his words.

“Um, well, I mean-” Apparently embarrassed by his outburst, the Reverend cleared his throat. “It’s...good, to have a uh...rich, spiritual life.” He paused, seemingly trying to fully collect himself. “This kind of life...well, it doesn’t really tend to attract the most spiritual of folks. So, you know, it’s nice to see someone else who has kept their faith.”

You smiled kindly and nodded. “I understand.” You said assuringly. “It’s comforting, having something like that, you know?”

The Reverend seemed to consider this, before smiling. “Yes. It is.”

You smiled back, because for a moment, the Reverend seemed at ease. And looking at him, he didn’t seem like the kind of man who felt like that often. You knew you couldn’t do much, but if you could make someone that happy, then that would be more than enough for you.

-

i don't remember if it was ever explicitly stated that swanson is baptist, but considering the church he preaches at in the epilogue is apparently baptist (according to wikipedia) i decided to go with it. the only thing im really sure of about the reverend is that he isnt catholic which does grant me a lot of wiggle room.

German translations:

Guten morgen Herr Strauss: Good morning Mr Strauss

Guten morgen fraulein: Good morning miss

Frau: Mrs

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

Pure (Red Daughter x Morgana AU) 

Lena brings books -- mountains upon mountains of books -- to the DEO, and Red Daughter pleads for Morgana to read them to her, because her voice is beautiful – rich, like wind through the fir trees back in Kaznia, she says.

Sometimes Red Daughter speaks to her of Lex, and all he was to her, and her voice becomes small and broken when she remembers that all of it was a lie

The Kryptonian hates the name Red Daughter now, she winces every time she hears it, as if it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. So Morgana calls her by a different name.

Katya, the name suits her, Morgana thinks, and the Kryptonian smiles widely – her smile a brilliant living thing on her face – when Morgana tells her the meaning of the name. Pure.

AU in which Morgana is Lena’s “dead” twin, who was turned radioactive with Kryptonite by one of Lex’s experiments. 

Look, these babies both deserve a happy ending, okay, and I need Red Daughter to live

So, I’m still a little pissed about how they “resolved” the Red Daughter storyline, so of fucking course, I made an AU, and I gave her her own OTP, cos baby girl deserves it.

This AU has 3 different versions. And in each one of them, I gave Lena a twin (before you dismiss it, hear me out):

In this version, I made her twin Morgana.  Yes, Morgana is the other half of this OTP in this AU, cos she also deserves a good ending.

I deliberately didn’t change her name to an “L” name for this one. (I actually named Lena “Magdalena” in this to match Morgana but that’s unimportant, except for the fact that Alex teases her mercilessly about it when she finds out).

So, Lena and Morgana are twins, but Morgana “dies” when they’re around 16 or so.

Morgana is “the forgotten Luthor” (I hc an article Kara found on her with this title when she was researching the Luthor family history when she first became friends with Lena). There’s very little information to be found on her.

Lena and Morgana were close growing up, sharing secrets and ideas, keeping each other safe in the treacherous waters of Luthor family life.

Morgana was the more outgoing one, charming, the one who easily adapted to their luxurious lifestyle in elite social circles.

Lena was more quiet, the one who got her knuckles rapped for reaching a little too eagerly at the table, who always got the disdainful look from Lillian (“Straighten up, Lena! Luthors don’t slouch!”)

In bed at night, Lena cries into Morgana’s shoulder, and Morgana tucks a stray hair behind her ear. “It’s a show, Lena. It’s all a show, like the ones we used to put on for Mum, remember? We just have to give them a good show.”

Growing up, Lex tries the same psychological tactics with Morgana as he did with Lena. Y’know, belittling her inventions and all that.

EXCEPT for this one invention she made when she was 16 that he realized would be helpful in eradicating Superman.

See at around this time, Lex has already starting to get obsessed with ridding the world of the “Kryptonian menace”. He had just started making his synthetic Kryptonite, but it was too unstable to use.

When he finds out about Morgana’s breakthrough he immediately starts trying to manipulate her into giving it to him

Her invention is Inception. Yeah, going-into-a-person’s-subconscious-and-manipulating-their-perception-of-reality Inception

Lex figures that he can use Inception to bring down Superman, because as Morgana later tells Kara and Red Daughter “Even Kryptonians dream.”

Morgana, who is about 16 at the time, realizes Lex’s plan and realizes how determined he is to get a hold of Inception (in one other version of this that includes Gwen, Arthur and Merlin, it involves isolating Morgana from her friends and killing off Arthur, but that’s a long and complicated story no one wants to hear)

Morgana attempts to foil Lex’s plan by destroying all of her research on Inception, as well as the machine she used for it.

Inception only exists in Morgana’s mind now, and since no amount of manipulation will make Morgana yield to Lex’s plan, he eventually kidnaps her and keeps her captive in one of his labs.

Basically Lex tries experimenting on her and torturing her so she’ll give him Inception.

One of his experiments involved injecting her with some of his concentrated Kryptonite stock. Like the pure stuff, actual Kryptonite from Krypton. He did it to see how the human body would process it and if it could be synthesized, since he failed in synthesizing his own Kryptonite

The end result is that Morgana literally becomes radioactive. Like how radiation chemo makes people radioactive but WORSE. She literally can’t touch anyone. Because in this AU Kryptonite is harmful to humans too.

Which is why when Morgana eventually escapes Lex’s lab she doesn’t go back to the person she cares about most, Lena.

Lena doesn’t know about any of this. All she knows is that her sister died in a failed experiment. The family has a quiet funeral, Lena is the only one who cries and stays at the graveside.

Lillian scolds her in contempt “Luthors do not cry, Lena.”, and tries to get her in the car. But for the first time, Lena is immovable. She doesn’t wipe her tears or compose herself like a lady. She just kneels in the dirt and shakes with quiet sobs. Lillian finally leaves her there

Fast forward years later, to when Lex eventually goes to prison and Lena takes over L-Corp.

During this time, Morgana has been living almost completely isolated all these years, because of her radioactivity.

She does have one ally. I don’t remember if Daxamites are immune to Kryptonite (tbh I didn’t really pay attention to that part of the show), but let’s say they are.

Morgana uses a Daxamite, Mor-Dred to conduct most of her business with the outside world (yes, that Mordred). Her house has been safeguarded for her radioactivity, and most of her business is conducted within it. On the rare occasions when she does have to go out, she wears special lead-lined clothing.

Fast forward to Red Daughter running amok disguised as Supergirl under Lex’s orders. I’m just gonna disregard the ending they did for Red Daughter, cos it pisses me off.

Morgans reveals to Lena and the rest of the DEO that she’s alive, and volunteers to stop Red Daughter since she is pretty much Kryptonite on two legs.

The Kryptonite weakens Red Daughter, and they manage to capture her. But since Lex brainwashed her, she’s still under his influence, so Morgana uses Inception to find out exactly what Lex told her so she can undo his work, she uses Inception to implant the doubt in Red Daughter’s mind.

Kara decides to help reprogram Red Daughter from her brainwashing, and convinces the DEO to let her stay in the facility.

Morgana is another problem, however. Since she is literally the Supers’ weakness and toxic to everyone else, the DEO refuses to let her run around free. They keep her in a lead-lined cell, “for everyone’s safety ”

Lena, Alex and Supergirl try to protest but to no avail. Morgana is kept in the cell across from Red Daughter.

At first, she only talks to the Kryptonian because she’s trying to see the effects of the idea she implanted in her during Inception. If the doubt she’d sown was enough to undo Lex’s brainwashing.

It’s there, she finds, and Red Daughter is susceptible to deprogramming.

So Morgana decides to stay for a while (cos let’s face it, Morgana being Morgana AND a Luthor in this AU the only reason she stayed in that cell was because she chose to; if Lex couldn’t keep her contained, what chance did the DEO have?)

Morgana tells herself it’s because it’s nice to have company again after years of self-imposed isolation, necessary though it might be. It’s also nice to be able to see her sister every day again, even if it’s through lead infused glass

But she’s beginning to enjoy the other Kryptonian’s presence. She’s a clever one, this Red Daughter. So curious and eager to learn, so very lovely in her earnestness. She listens so intently to Morgana’s stories of the world she doesn’t know, not knowing that Morgana herself hasn’t known the world in many years.

Lena brings books, mountains and mountains of books, and Red Daughter pleads for Morgana to read them to her, because her voice is beautiful – rich, like wind through the fir trees, she says.

Sometimes Red Daughter speaks to her of Lex, and all he was to her, and her voice becomes small and broken when she remembers that all of it was a lie.

The Kryptonian hates the name Red Daughter now, she winces every time she hears it, as if it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. So Morgana calls her by a different name.

Katya, the name suits her, Morgana thinks, and the Kryptonian smiles widely – her smile a brilliant living thing on her face – when Morgana tells her the meaning of the name. Pure.

(I literally can’t with the name “Linda”. I cannot write smut with “Linda”. So she’s Katya now)

But eventually, Morgana knows it’s time to go. Captivity is acid to her soul. She’s lived through it once, and she won’t go through it again. A life of hiding and isolation may be lonely and dangerous, but it’s her own.

As she leaves, she turns to Katya, the closest she’s made to a friend in all these years – even closer than Mor-Dred – and takes pity on her, the beautiful broken Snowbird, betrayed by a Luthor and stashed away like a toy the world would rather forget about.

Morgana frees her. And there’s a moment, just before the cell doors open, when Katya – lovely Katya with her pure, earnest eyes – asks Morgana to take her with her.

Morgana meets those eyes, and a voice inside her whispers “Maybe…. maybe…”

But then the doors open, and the moment glass parts and Morgana steps closer, glowing green veins begin to creep over Katya’s face, and she begins to wince involuntarily at the pain.

And Morgana shakes her head at her own folly, her own wishful thinking.

She presses a kiss to Katya’s cheek, and Katya hisses in pain despite herself.

Morgana draws back regretfully. She smiles wryly and pulls away “it’s been a pleasure, zvyozdochka.” (Little star)

Morgana goes underground, since she’s effectively a fugitive again (She has some safehouses prepared in case something like this happens, but they’re not as radiation-proof as her home).

Kara finds out Katya escaped, and takes her in to hide her from the DEO. But eventually, Katya runs away. To find Morgana.

(I have a vague scene in my head where Katya, poor Katya who has no social filter and doesn’t know to conceal or label her feelings, confesses them to Morgana)

“I was so lonely without you. Kara tried, she helped, and Lena visited me everyday  - but they’re not you. When I’m around you, yes, I’m in pain, but that is nothing to the pain I felt without you. It hurt. It hurt so much, Morgana. Why does it hurt so?”

Morgana tries hard to keep herself cold, to harden herself against Katya’s sincerity.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson from Lex? We Luthors are not made to love. He poisoned your mind, and I am built to poison your body. The love of a Luthor is a wicked thing. You should know this by now, Katya. We bring more harm than joy to the ones we love.”

Katya shakes her head vehemently, tears running down her face. “I don’t care. I don’t care! If you feel the same way, – if being with me makes you feel as warm and light as being with you makes me feel, if you hurt as much as I do when we’re not together – I don’t care about anything else.”

Katya takes Morgana’s face in her hands and presses their foreheads together. Immediately, green starts to snake over her face, seeping into her eyes. She doesn’t have her strength because of the Kryptonite, and it’s almost easy for Morgana to wrench her hands away.

“You may not care about yourself getting hurt, but I do. I won’t be the reason for your pain.” And she walks out and puts as much distance between them as she can in the safehouse.

Also, I hc that Morgana likes to keep her hair long and curly (which is how people used to tell her apart from Lena because Lena has straight hair). And despite her radioactivity and the traces of Kryptonite in her hair, her long tresses are Morgana’s one point of vanity that she refused to chop off after being tainted by Kryptonite. Her one indulgence in a life of restraint and control.

Katya sees it long and loose once while they’re at the safehouse.

She can tell Morgana is inside the room, the telltale Kryptonite churning of her stomach alerting her to the other woman’s proximity. Even muted by the lead lined walls, it’s still enough for her organs to want to expel their contents. But the sick sensation is almost welcome after the hollow emptiness she’d felt without the other woman.

Katya moves closer to the room when she sees the door is open a crack, fighting the nausea and the beginnings of acid in her blood.

Morgana is standing at the foot of her bed, clearly still getting ready for the day. Her high-necked blouse and her signature black gloves are still on the bed.

She’s clad in nothing but her skirt and bra, but Katya can’t even see the rest of her body because it’s covered by the living black mass that is Morgana’s hair

She’s only ever seen Morgana’s hair up, always meticulously arranged in an elegant but severe updo that doesn’t hint at the wild beautiful tresses on display right now. It makes her want to see it all the time in its untamed, uncurated state, flowing unchecked down Morgana’s shoulders and back.

It makes her want to bury her hands in the black mass - as surprising and mysterious as the woman herself. She wants to feel the texture of each curl and strand, to discover the secrets buried in the rich darkness.

It’s only the tendrils of sick glowing green that snake up from her fingers up her arm that stop her reaching out her hand to open the door and just touch.

Instead she watches Morgana slowly gather her hair and painstakingly curate each curl. She’s just as lovely with her hair up, but it paints a sadness in the center of Katya’s chest, like an ink blot spreading, that it’s even necessary, that she’s forced to hide this part of herself.

Of course, since I need a happy ending, Morgana eventually gets cured.

In one version of the AU, they discover Lex knows a way to extract the Kryptonite from her system, and Morgana uses Inception to find out how to do it. While inside his mind, she also implants an idea in him. Three days later, they find him dead with a gun in his mouth and a bullet in his brain.

When Morgana gets cured, Katya is right there beside her. She’s the first person Morgana touches (in like 10 fucking years).

It starts as a soft, tentative touch at first – gloves are removed and trembling fingertips touch Katya’s palm – but Katya being essentially Kara is super tactile and it ends up being the tightest embrace Morgana can remember. She ends up breaking down and crying.

Also, in this AU, Lena finds out that Kara is Supergirl through Inception. When Morgana first enters Katya’s subconscious, she takes Lena with her (kinda like how Kara took Lena and Alex to Juru), and it’s revealed that Katya knew about Kara’s identity.

Like in the show, Lena doesn’t reveal to Kara that she knows. Instead, she slowly separates herself from Kara and begins isolating herself, ashamed of how she’s let herself be fooled, of how much she’d revealed, how much sentiment she’d let herself indulge in.

Morgana doesn’t let her. “You think you know what it’s like to be truly alone, Lena? You have no idea. For years, I lived with no other company but my own shadow. No human contact. I haven’t touched another person in ten years because my very skin is poison. I’ve lived in the shadows, in unease, afraid of killing someone, or Lex killing me. You may think you’ve got no one, but look around you -- you have a family, Lena! The one thing we never thought we’d truly have again outside of each other. And it’s a family that loves you, that cares for you. Yes, she lied! The woman you love -- don’t even bother denying it -- lied to you, for years! Perhaps she did it for a good reason, perhaps her reasons aren’t good enough. You’re allowed to be angry about that -- rage, cry, scream all you want! But don’t isolate yourself. You still have a choice, I don’t. I know what it’s like not to have the luxury of that choice. Don’t choose to be alone.”

Eventually, Lena forgives Kara (but that’s a story for another time).

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By SorrowsFlower

I just really needed a nice happy ending for my baby Red Daughter, also my baby Morgana. So here it is. Sort of. What am I gonna do for the rest of the hiatus???

[cowboynuts]

Too Damn Long

Arthur Morgan x Male Reader

AO3: Too Damn Long 

Word Count: 1.6K

You hadn’t been running with the gang for very long. Dutch had picked you up not too long after Charles, approaching you after watching you pickpocket nearly everything short of the clothes off several patrons’ backs in a saloon. Lookin’ for someone to ride with, son?, a deep voice with a smirk approached you outside the back of the building, Always could use an extra pair of hands. You were mildly intrigued-- agreeing to tag along, but not without a backup plan to bail, of course.

That is, until a robbery in Blackwater went south (like, really south), and you were left with little choice but to flee with the gang.

The trek through the snowy mountains was bitter and exhausting. It wasn’t all misery and shit, though. Everyone got on well enough with you. Dutch was on edge, no doubt, but he showed kindness to you when he could. Hosea offered wisdom and always seemed to be genuine in listening to you, even in idle chat. You tagged along with the other men when they would let you. You knew you weren’t trusted as well as some of the others like John or Arthur. God, Arthur.

You hadn’t been close enough to anyone in the gang to disclose your... preferences, but the first time you laid eyes on Arthur Morgan you near passed out from lack of oxygen. He was so damn handsome. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching his mouth move when he talked, feeling your pulse quicken as his hot breath painted the frozen air. You would be lying to yourself if you hadn’t thought about that mouth on yours or the blissful warmth he would radiate sleeping next to you on these bitter cold winter nights. The more you interacted with him, the more you wanted to be with him more intimately. Once he began to shed his layers of clothing at Horseshoe Overlook, it only got worse.

He was always so kind to you, too. Shooting you grins from across the campfire at night when he caught your eye. Tipping his hat when passing you in camp, a gruff “(Y/N)” and the faintest hint of a smile to accompany it. More often than not, stopping by your tent on his way out to camp and asking if you wanted to ride with him. You’d heard the other gang members whispering and giggling about it. You had lost count the number of times someone would approach you, tell you how happy Arthur seemed to be around you-- how open and nonchalant he was becoming with each passing day. It made your heart stutter in your chest, your palms sweat slightly. Maybe-- No. No, Arthur wasn’t like that. He flirted with the women in town, told you about Mary and how much she broke his heart. Once, he even told you about Eliza and Isaac. You were both sitting under the open stars in The Heartlands, and with his breath tainted with whiskey and what you could swear were tears in his eyes, he told you about his son. You felt your heart ache in your chest as he smiled sadly at you, “Just weren’t meant to be, I suppose”.

“I-I’m sorry, Arthur,” You hesitated before resting your hand comfortingly on his shoulder, “I really am. You would have made a good father.”

He paused. You weren’t entirely sure, but for a split second you swear you felt him lean into your touch. He shook his head with a snort, twitching your hand off his shoulder as he raised the bottle to his lips, pausing to grumble, “Now that I ain’t too sure about”.

“You’re kind. You got a big heart, though you insist you don’t. I seen the way you are with Jack,” You stopped, watching his shoulders fall with the thoughts of what could have been. When you speak again, it’s quieter, “You’re a good man, Arthur Morgan.”

You watched him play your words over in his head, chewing on the inside of his cheek and staring off into the horizon. The urge to comfort him washed over you. You wanted so desperately to lean over and pull him to your chest, forgetting how much bigger than you he was. You knew he wouldn’t reciprocate, though. Arthur wasn’t one to accept physical touch-- even when he needed it. Instead, you settled for leaning to your side and bumping your shoulder with his, “‘Sides, you got Marston to take care of anyway.”

He smiled weakly and you could tell he appreciated your attempts at comfort. You sat in silence for a few more minutes, digging your heel into the dirt and watching the flames of the fire lick up into the air. You took a particularly deep gulp of alcohol and felt it burn your throat and rest heavily and hot in your stomach. Fuck it, now was as good a time as ever.

“Arthur, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he sat up a little straighter, interested and seeming to notice the change in your voice. You watched him, his pupils dark with drunkenness and glimmering with firelight-- he looked so fucking beautiful. His tongue darted out to swipe across his lips, glistening them with his saliva and, god you wanted to reach over and tangle your fingers in his hair and taste him. You swallowed thickly instead, quickly shifting your gaze back to the dancing fire as you spoke softly, “I, uh, well, I ain’t told anyone this yet.”

You stopped, a huge lump rising in your throat. Your tried to focus on breathing but you felt like you were going to be sick. This was a bad idea. What if he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore? He would probably be disgusted with you and you’d lose the relationship you’ve spent months building with him. You didn’t expect to ever be with him in the way you wanted, but maybe this friendship would be enough. What if you didn’t even have that?

You felt Arthur give you a light shove, “You gon’ keep me sitting here in suspense?”

“Sorry,” Your voice cracked and you squeezed your eyes shut as you mentally kicked yourself, “It’s just.. I don’t want you treating me differently is all, I suppose.”

He studied your face carefully for a few seconds, “Don’t know what you could tell me to make me do that.”

“Arthur, I-,” Your voice sounded tired suddenly and you took another gulp of whiskey, “I ain't too sure how to say this but… I like men. Love ‘em, actually.”

You heard Arthur let out a heavy breath next to you and you felt your nose sting with the promise of tears. You shouldn’t have said anything. You kept your eyes locked in the dirt, blinking furiously to get them to focus through the forming wetness. Your body felt tense and you realized you were waiting for the sound of Arthur riding away on his horse-- away from you. The sound never came, though.

The next thing you heard was Arthur’s voice, just barely above a whisper, “How did you know?”

You looked up at him, and saw him looking at you intensely. His bright blue eyes hid something behind them that you’d never seen in the man before. You sniffed, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand, “I suppose I always knew. I kissed a boy when I was sixteen, though. His name was James. Nothing ever felt so damn right in my life.” You smiled to yourself at the thought.

You heard Arthur draw in a shaky breath and looked over at him. He was looking into the fire, his eyebrows knit together in thought and frustration. He glanced back to you, his eyes hard yet soft at the same time. You watched as his gaze darted down to your lips and then back up to meet your eyes.

“(Y/N) I-I might’ve thought,” he was leaning closer towards you and you could smell the tobacco that lingered on his shirt, “I… well, I never knew how..” He trailed off in frustration and you felt your heart miss a beat. When he reached forward and grabbed the lapels of your jacket to pull you into a kiss, you were pretty sure your heart full on stopped. One of your hands cupped his jaw and the other moved to the back of his neck as your lips met his. They were rough and chapped and he tasted of whiskey and you swore you grew drunker just from kissing him.

He let out a sigh into your mouth, like he was finally releasing the weight of the world off his shoulders. You thought for a moment that he probably was. You pulled away, but only slightly so. Your noses were grazing each other and you watched as Arthur’s eyes fluttered open. He was still breathing heavily with flushed cheeks and blown pupils and he looked at you like you were the only thing to exist in the entire world.

“Was that… Am I….. (Y/N) I’m sor--” he started to pull away but you kept your grip firm on the back of his neck and held him in place, laughing softly at his embarrassment. As if you would ever object to this. You felt him melt under your touch and he leaned into the hand holding his cheek. You couldn’t help the grin that pulled over your lips, euphoria surging through your veins, “How long you been waiting to do that, cowboy?”

He closed his eyes with a smile and leaned more heavily against you, “Too damn long.”

[reddeadmort]

Hey this might sound stupid but I’ve been feelin kinda down about myself recently could you do a oneshot where the reader has low self-esteem and doesn’t thinks she’s attractive and stuff so Arthur takes it upon himself to cheer her up and make her feel better (it’s okay if you don’t wanna, I just think some soft Arthur would make me feel better ♥️) thanks x

Nawwwww we all know Arthur would make it his mission to cheer you up; though he’d probably be really confused as to why you were sad, as he thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever met.Again, I wasn’t meaning to do any backstory/pre-amble, but it just kind of happened…..

I’ve tried to deliberately leave the details vague on the areas affecting the reader’s self-esteem to make it mouldable to whatever you need cheering up about :) Though, I would say this; it’s called self-esteem for a reason. It needs to come from within you; there’s no quick fix, but certainly hearing that you’re loved by Arthur might help! Just keep on trying to re-jig your brain, positively reinforce good thoughts and don’t linger on negative ones. Enjoy :) x

Arthur x F reader | “Esteem? Mine field is barren.”

Guidance: Just fluff, lovely lovely fluff.

Words: 2.1k

“Good mornin’, darlin’“. Arthur kissed the back of your neck as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. 

“Morning Arthur” you smiled, placing your hands on his. “You want some coffee?” 

“Mhmm I’d rather have you.” Arthur smiled as he kissed your shoulder.

“Don’t be silly Arthur, coffee’s much better than me” you said as you pulled away, pouring him a cup. You felt embarrassed by his attention, you didn’t really know why. You loved being held in his arms, but lately, every time he did, you couldn’t help but hear those little voices… “he’ll leave you” “he’s far too good for you” “he’d be so much happier with Mary” “he’s only with you because he never meets anyone else”.  It wasn’t his fault, he seemed to worship you, god knows why. You just….well…… didn’t feel comfortable in your own skin. Or your own clothes, which were growing more ragged by the day. 

You hadn’t always felt this way; when you first started courting Arthur, you were full of confidence. You knew exactly what you wanted - him - and knew you could get it. Arthur had been a bit surprised by your self-assured approach to begin with, bemused as to why you were focusing on him; but it didn’t take long for him to want more, to want you. But the last few years of life in the gang had taken its toll. One too many failed scam of yours, too much running, too much stress. That horrible incident in the Rhodes saloon last week had just been too much. 

You’d just been trying to have a nice meal with Mary-Beth and Abigail, a bit of time away from the camp, anything to let you pretend life was more normal. You were nearly done when those men  - and by men, you meant degenerates - decided that you three need some company. You still didn’t understand how a man like Arthur - someone who killed, robbed, stole - was more of a gentleman than most of the other men you met. You’d politely told them you were fine, thank you, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. When you’d been more forceful they’d turned on you. “We weren’t talkin’ to you, ugly. Why would you think we’d want the likes of you” they’d sneered. “I wouldn’t even let my dog fuck you”. They’d shut the hell up pretty quickly with yours and Abigail’s knives to their throats, but still….. their words had stuck with you, crept into your thoughts every time you caught a glimpse of yourself in Arthur’s shaving mirror. 

You went to give Arthur his coffee, but instead of taking it he put both hands on your face, staring into your eyes.

“Darlin’, nothin’s better than you. Just seein’ you every day make me smile.” He kissed your forehead gently before resuming eye contact. “And seein’ you in the evening…. while that makes me a whole other kind of happy.” Arthur winked as he let his hands fall from your face and took the coffee.

“You’re a strange man Mr Morgan, you should get that head looked at.” You  laughed and gave Arthur a little fake smile. “I best be getting on before Miss Grimshaw has words.”

—– 

Arthur watched you walk away, shaking his head. He’d noticed a change in you, but didn’t really understand what; you weren’t quite yourself. You still smiled, and laughed, but he’d seen a sadness in your eyes that appeared when you let your mind wander. 

“Mornin’ Mary-Beth. You well?”

“Yes thank you Arthur. How’s things with you?”

“Well, I’m alright. but something’s a bit off with (Y/N). She’s been a bit..well… I don’t know how t’say it. It’s like she don’t like herself no more.” 

Arthur shuffled awkwardly - he was used to that feeling, the self-hatred, and he knew how unpleasant it was.

“Yeh, I know Arthur, I’ve seen it too. I told you about the saloon didn’t I?”

“Yeh Mary-Beth, you did, thanks. I just….I always tell her much I love her, and how gorgeous she is - and it’s true Mary-Beth, it’s true, I’ve got the drawings to prove it - but it don’t seem to help. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, unfortunately just cause she’s hearing it from you Arthur doesn’t mean her brain is listening. It’s something she’ll need to work on herself, and she’ll get there; but whatever you do, just don’t stop trying. It’ll be helping, I promise.” 

“Mhmmm, if you say so.”

“Tell you what Arthur, I’ve got some ideas from a book I just read. Come sit with me a while and I’ll explain”.

——      

“Come on (Y/N), we’re goin’ shopping. For a…. job you’ll be doin’”. Arthur smiled as gently took you by the shoulders and turned you in the direction of your tent. 

“I can’t Arthur, I’ve got things to do. Miss Grimshaw will kill me if I don’t have this all done by the end of the afternoon” you protested, but not wholeheartedly - of course you’d rather be shopping than scrubbing and skinning.

“Yeh you can, I’ve spoke to her, Mary-Beth’s coverin’ ya. Grab what you need for an overnight too.”

“What on earth are you planning Mr Morgan?” You loved it with Arthur surprised you, but it did make you nervous too. 

“Nothin’ bad darlin’, just trust me” he winked at you as he walked away to ready the horses. 

The ride to Saint-Denis was pleasant; you rode mostly in silence, as you often did, both lost in your own thoughts. Arthur brought you both to a stop outside one of Saint-Denis’ many upmarket clothing boutiques. 

“Come on darlin’, we need to get you a new outfit” Arthur said as he helped you off your horse. 

“Arthur, what on earth do I need a new outfit for?” 

“Errr… a job Hosea needs help with. You need somethin’ posh, like one of them ladies of leisure. Whatever one of them is.” You laughed at this, and Arthur loved it when those little creases appearing at the corner of your eyes when you did.

“Okay Mr Morgan, lead the way.” 

You enjoyed trying on the dresses and silly hats; you weren’t used to wearing something that required two people to put on, but it was fun pretending that this was your normal laugh. Arthur was doing his best to behave, being very polite with his compliments, but you could tell from the way he shuffled in his chair and bit his lip that you putting clothes on was the opposite of what was on his mind. It was nice to be wearing clothes that were better designed, fit you well; this, and the combination of the faces Arthur was making but trying to hide were making you feel quite pleased with. 

“You know darlin’ I reckon that last one was perfect. You get that one on again, I’ll get the bill sorted. Here, mister - I mean, sir - are you able to have one of the girls help her with her here? We’ve got a meetin’ to go to.” 

“Arthur, you didn’t say we were doin….it….now?” You frowned, you didn’t like not being prepared or forewarned. 

“Don’t worry, we ain’t, just need you to be seen somewhere for a bit, maybe meet someone briefly. trust me darlin’, you’ll enjoy it.” He kissed you on the hand before continuing. “I’ll head on ahead to the bar, get a few things sorted - it’s the one just a few doors up. You come on in when you’re ready and I’ll meet you at the bar.” Before you could object, Arthur was paying the shopowner and leaving. You were panicking a bit as the girls fussed and pulled at your hair; what the hell was going on? You tried your best to calm yourself, to slow your breathing. It’s Arthur. He may be daft but he isn’t stupid, if he says it’s okay it will be. But you were still a bit miffed at him, and without him here saying how pretty the dress was, you started feeling like it was a bit….much. But you went along with it, like you always did. 

After much longer than you’d have liked, you were finally making your way into the bar. This was one of Saint-Denis’ finer establishments, and you were actually glad that you were dressed up. Unfortunately, Arthur was nowhere to be seen. You sighed, and walked up to the bar to order yourself a whiskey. Just as the bartender poured it, a familiar deep voice rumbled next to you. 

“Please put that on my tab sir.” You turned, smiling, to look at Arthur, and your jaw dropped. He looked……. magnificent, all dressed up in an evening suit, with his hair slicked back with pomade. You were so used to seeing him covered in some combination of mud, blood and sweat, seeing him like this was a shock. Before you could say anything, Arthur turned to address you.

“Good evenin’ Ma’am. I do hope you don’t mind. My name’s Tacitus Kilgore. I’m looking for the most beautiful woman in Saint-Denis, and I do believe that maybe you”. You blushed at this, finally shutting your slightly open mouth. 

“May I request the name of the beauty standin’ before me?” Arthur gave you a sly grin, which you returned.

“Why o’course Master Kilgore.” It hadn’t taken you long to perfect a southern drawl, and you slipped right into it. “Ma name’s Penelope Balfour.”

“Penelope Balfour? Well that name’s just about deservin’ of that gorgeous face.”

“Oh Master Kilgore, don’t be sayin’ things like that, you’ll be givin’ a girl ideas” you gave a delicate laugh as you spoke, drawing and opening the fan that had come with the outfit.

“Miss Balfour, please call me Tacitus. I would be honoured if you’d join me for dinner.”

“Why, Tacitus, very forward of you” you giggled as you fanned yourself. 

“Well, Penelope, I figured I best ask before a queue formed behind me.”Arthur was laying it on thick you thought. But hell, you didn’t care. This was fun.

“I’d be delighted Tacitus” you smiled, offering your arm to Arthur as he took it and gently steered you to a table. 

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, as you and Arthur - Penelope and Tacitus - shared increasingly outlandish stories about their backgrounds, peppering each story with the fanciest compliments you could think of. 

“Penelope, I do believe I’ve fallen in love with you. Would you care to join me in my room for a nightcap.”

“Oh Tacitus, that’s very kind o’ you. I could do with a lie-down, all these drinks have made me light-headed”

Giggling, you made your way upstairs arm in arm. As Arthur shut the door to the room you assumed he’d rented for the night, you burst out laughing, you couldn’t help yourself. 

“Arthur, what the hell was that” you managed to get the words out as you wheezed. “That was no job!”

“I just wanted to make you smile darlin’” he said as he lifted your head by the chin so you were looking at him. “I love hearin’ you laugh.” He smiled at you and kissed you softly on the lips.

“Well you did that, for sure. But what’s with the dress and all the compliments?” 

Arthur looked more serious now. “I just wanted to….release you a bit. Help you relax. I know you’ve been stressed, and you’ve been gettin’ down on yourself. But darlin’, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I know it might not mean much, and that it’ll take more than that to convince ya, but I’ll keep on sayin’ it as long as you let me. And I’ll always be here darlin’, waitin’ for you, adoring you.”

His words were as gorgeous as his face, and you nearly burst into tears. You threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard. 

“Mr Morgan, I don’t know what I’d do without you, you fantastic man. Now help me get this damn dress off.”

“I’ve been lookin’ forward to this bit” he said as he bit his lip, turning you round to undo the laces on your corset. 

So have I Arthur, so have I. You sighed gently as Arthur carefully worked his way up your back. You had a little way to go, you knew that, but if you grew to love yourself a fraction of the amount Arthur did, you knew you’d be okay.

[yee-howdycowboy]

Okay so this is the only RDR fic I’ve ever written and I am by no means an author I was just in a bad mood one day and decided to take it out on writing.

Warning: NSFW, minor violence, swearing.

Red dead anger fic

The thunder of hooves alerted everyone in camp as you, Javier and Charles rode into Clemens Point. You quickly dismounted and hitched your horse, storming off across the camp to your tent.

“Aw is the little girl mad?” Micah taunted standing in your way. You immediately drew your pistol, pointing it at his head.

“Fucking test me Bell, I’ll god damn do it!” You snarled at him, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Woah take it easy there darlin’ you don’t want my blood on your hands now do ya?”

You took a half step closer to him, preparing to pull the trigger when you felt a hand reach across to you left shoulder. You looked to your right to see Arthur, his other hand reaching to your extended arm.

“Easy there Y/N, no killing in camp.” Arthur spoke softly.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes before holstering your gun.

“I knew you didn’t have it in you.” Micah laughed.

You wound back your arm and cracked him square in the face with your fist earning a few shocked gasps from the crowd that had gathered and a slight chuckle from Arthur.

“You broke my fucking nose you bitch!”

“I’d say you deserved that one.” Hosea spoke up, barely looking away from his newspaper.

Arthur took you by the elbow and led you out of the camp. You walked in silence amongst the trees following the shore line until eventually he spoke up.

“I take it the job didn’t go well then?”

“No. It didn’t.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You didn’t respond. You continued walking quietly until you reached a small beach.

“You know me ‘n that O’Driscoll kid went fishin’ here a few days ago.”

“Since when did you like Kieran?” You asked.

“I never said I liked the boy I just said we went fishing.”

“Whatever Arthur, you ain’t as tough as you think.” You said, picking up a rock and throwing it into the water. “It was meant to be a simple job.” You threw another rock. “Javier let his guard down, and we barely got outta there.”

“That ain’t like Javier.” Arthur said, confused.

“Well today it was.” You huffed.

“Well at least you all surv-“ you cut him off by grabbing him by his collar and pushed him back against a nearby tree. “Woah! Why are you mad at me?”

You rolled you your eyes before kissing him firmly. You pulled back briefly, capturing the look of confusion on his face before going back in. He opened his mouth, deepening the kiss and letting your tongue in. You pushed his suspenders off his shoulders and began. unbuttoning his shirt. You ran your hands over his scarred chest bringing them down to rest on his hips

Arthur’s lips travelled down your neck to your collarbone eliciting a soft moan as you started unbuttoning your own shirt before removing it and then moving on to remove your pants. Arthur’s hands grabbed yours.

“Really? This close to camp?” He questioned.

“We’ve been closer before.”

You continued to remove your pants and Arthur his. You gently pushed him to the ground then lowered to your knees so you were hovering above him. You took hold of his length and slowly guided him into you and sinking down onto him. You held there a moment until you adjusted to the feeling and then began to rise up and down; his hips matching your speed.

With one hand on the ground for balance you used your free hand to pull Arthur’s head to your neck, fingers intwined in his hair, softly pulling. You let out a gentle moan as he nipped and sucked at your soft skin being careful not to leave any marks lest your tryst become public. He moved his hand down to run gentle circles around your clit, causing you to grip tighter at his hair as your breathing became even more ragged. Shifting your weight more onto your shins you removed your hand form the ground and placed it on Arthur’s back trying to pull him deeper into you.

You rode Arthur’s cock faster and harder, your nails leaving marks in the flesh of his back, grinding your clit furiously on his hand. You felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen as your muscles clenched around him. The waves of pleasure flowing through you tightening every muscle in your body down to your toes you threw your head back, a loud moan escaping your lips as you felt Arthur explode inside of you with a grunt. You pulled your head forward to look at him with heavy eyelids as your orgasm came to an end.

The two of you sat there for a moment before you slowly stood. You retrieved your clothing from the ground and began getting dressed as Arthur did the same.

“Well I must say Mr Morgan, you sure know how to make a shitty day better.” You said, brushing the dirt off of your clothing.

“I’m always happy to help Miss.”

The walk back to camp was quiet but comfortable and felt surprisingly quick.

“Welcome back.” Said Charles as he was heading out for guard duty. Arthur gave him a polite nod.

You walked across camp towards your tent, much calmer and happier than earlier; not even Micah could bother you now.

“Ah, feeing better my dear?” Asked Hosea.

“Yes, much. A nice walk can do wonders.”

“Indeed it can.” He agreed. A small part of you wondered if he somehow knew what had actually happened but you dismissed it.

As you changed out of your pants into a more comfortable skirt for the evening you thought about the last few months that you’d been sneaking around with Arthur. Even if he had trouble believing it, Arthur Morgan really was good company.

[the-old-dip-and-stir]

a-z nsfw headcanons: arthur morgan

(i’ve had this in drafts for idk how long, but i saw other people posting theirs, so here we are.)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

super cuddly. the man is a teddy bear. tons of kisses. so many sweet caresses. will definitely pamper his s/o if he can. pls pamper him too, he deserves it. it’ll be the biggest and best surprise cuz he never expects it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

arthur’s (and his partner’s) is his hands. hands that have done tough work, killed, robbed, all kinds of things but at the end of the day they can be used for loving. he used to hate them but his partner showed him that his hands could do good things too. he likes everything about his partner, but his favorite part is their mouth. oh what wonderful things they can do to him with that mouth.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

in that lifestyle, pregnancy is the last thing he needs (for vagina bearers), so he typically likes to paint his partner with his cum. spilling on to their hand, stomach, thigh, chest, face, and into their mouth. anal however, he will cum inside, but like i said, he likes to paint. so he may spill into and on to his partner’s ass. if he’s been holding back on sex or any kind of pleasure, expect the biggest load of your life. otherwise, he cums a relatively normal amount.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has a collection of naughty pictures of his partner, and a secret list of things he wants to to them.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

well it’s not his first rodeo, but he also hasn’t been with very many people. he has enough experience to show someone a good time and neither go unsatisfied. he’s got a basic understanding of pleasuring someone, so you’re not gonna be blown out of the water in the first minute or so. give him some time to explore and trust me, you’ll have a good time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he usually likes having his partner face him to see their reactions and so he has access to their mouth. so missionary, cowgirl, or sex up against a wall or tree. mirror sex is also fun for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

arthur is mostly serious during sex since he likes to make sure his partner is comfortable, but he’s very capable and liable to tease. mr. morgan can be cheeky when he wants. definitely a giggler when sated

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

arthur is pretty hairy guy BUT he does try to keep the area maintained. if not for his partner, for his own personal tastes. it gets on his nerves when it gets wild.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

huge softie. biggest romantic. especially when having sex with his partner for the first time. it’s a vulnerable moment for both him and who he’s with. if you tell him that you love him or praise him, he might cry. it’s just more emotions on top of a lot of emotions. he’s nOT READY.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he usually doesn’t unless he’s really in the mood and his s/o isn’t available. that’s where those naughty pictures come in handy (hA). if not then, sometimes he’ll put on a show for his s/o. he likes seeing them get worked up over him pleasuring himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

some light bondage, for sure. boah is good at tying knots. definitely a praise kink. might be down for a little roleplay. maybe a little homestead robbery turning into a fuckfest. maybe a hostage situation. he’s got a list of things he’s thought about doing, all categorized in yeses, maybes, and might be too muches.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

he likes having privacy, tbfh. sex in camp is difficult to do, especially when he knows he’s gonna get shit for it in the morning. so he may rent a room in a nearby town or just go on a long trip with his partner and have sex out in the wild.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

honestly, anything his partner does can get him going, but their mouth does things to him. licking their lips, biting their lower lip, smirking, the way their lips look wrapped around the rim of a beer bottle. he has a bit of a fixation.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

s&m. he doesn’t mind a bit of pain; maybe a smack on the ass, his s/o’s nails scratching at his back, love bites, but never wants to actually hit his partner. spanking would probably be as far as he would go. he tried smacking his s/o in the face one time during a rough sex night since they asked, he wasn’t a fan of it. he held back but the print that formed on their face still rubbed him the wrong way. so he doesn’t mind being rough with ya but he doesn’t want to push it so far that he actually hurts you, even if you like it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he likes both really, but is more inclined to give. if receiving, he will always give back, no if’s, ands, or buts. when giving he won’t expect anything in return. he’s doing it because he wants you to feel good. he’s fairly good at oral once he knows what you like, but if it’s the first time, he may fumble around until he gets it right, so patience!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends really, but his tried and true is a nice combination of the two. but a majority of the time it’s sensual and slow, he definitely puts the love into lovemaking. fast and rough is for those desperate, heated times. when all he wants to to do is just fuck cuz he’s horny (shocker, being in love makes him a horny bastard).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t hate quickies, sometimes that’s all he has time for in the mornings before someone comes barging in and asking for something. it happens often, especially when in camp.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he’s willing to try things. i mean, the man has a list. risk is ingrained into just about everything he does, so some risky sex isn’t off the table. of course, everything has to be consensual. he doesn’t want his s/o to be scared or uncomfortable with what their doing.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

let’s be real, arthur is pushing 40, so while his stamina may be pretty decent, he can’t go a lot of rounds. given how much he works and runs around, he can last a good bit, but don’t expect him to cum more than maybe twice. he’s not young and spry, he’s getting a little older now. cumming multiple times ain’t gonna be easy for him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

while sex toys did exist during the late 19th century, arthur wouldn’t really have easy access to them. most sex toys at the time were purely for “medical” use at the time anyhow. butt plugs that cure constipation? yeah, okay. a modern day arthur though would love using toys, and definitely wouldn’t be against his partner using them on him. it wouldn’t anything fancy, maybe a nice dildo, a vibrator, and probably a butt plug. he likes making his partner feel good, not to mention he’s a goddamn tease.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh he loves drawing it out if he can. he’ll even do little things throughout the day to drive his s/o crazy. he loves it even more when they do it back. it’s a fun game and ends in a very fun time as well. so much edging and dirty talk, WOOWEE.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he’s usually very quiet, he had to learn how to be when he masturbated in camp. so it’s mostly sighs. in a private setting, he’s willing to let loose a little, but even then he’s still not very loud. it’s a lot of grunts, groans, and cursing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he’s really into all the sounds made from sex. he loves the sounds that come from his partner, whether he’s pleasuring them or their pleasuring themselves. the hip smacking, the wet noises, the moans. he LOVES that shit. he could get off to just that (in fact, he already has.)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

arthur has more girth than length. length wise, he’s slightly above average. girth wise, he’ll feel like he can split you in half if not properly prepared. he’s at least over 5 inches (12.7 cm) in length (keep in mind that average is about 5.16 inches [13.12 cm]). as for girth; well my hands are kinda small, they’re probably 6 inches in length, and that’s from the heel of my palm to the tip of my middle finger. so my fingers would only touch when my nails are grown out a bit. so baby is THICC. also given the time period, he’ll most likely be uncut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

he’s the type to be horny for someone he’s in love with, but it’s actually a pretty normal and healthy libido. he may have trouble getting it up on occasion though. drinking and depression will do that. his affection drive, however, is really high, bb likes to cuddle and hold ya hand.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he won’t lie about being wore out after a round. he’s may not be old, but he’s definitely not as young as he used to be. arthur doesn’t get knocked out immediately, he’s mostly in a happy, sleepy state. he stays up for long as he can until he struggles to keep his eyes open. he also likes getting some kisses in after the fact so expect falling asleep while kissing.

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find me [arthur morgan]

❛  find me |  after being taken by an enemy gang, arthur and some other’s come to find you.

     ❛ warnings: death, verbal abuse, torture, blood, threats, unwanted touch (nothing too extreme), mentions of sexual assault

     ❛ genre: angst

      ❛ word count: 2.4k

Most members of the gang were out on missions or doing their own thing, while the women and Jack hung back helping around camp like usual. Everyone at camp was practically incapable of hurting even just a fly, and that became an issue very quickly.

The usually quiet and boring camp known as Shady Belle was under attack by Lemoyne Riders who decided they wanted to take the abandoned home back under their control. Many hustled into the home through the back door, attempting to find a weapon and somewhere to hide, just in case they had to use it.

Unfortunately, you weren’t one of the ones to make it back inside. The rest of the girls had kept the doors shut with heavy items that you couldn’t possibly move with force unless you had any assistance, which you didn’t. Currently, you could only hope for the best as you hid behind some thick bushes by the swamp, praying that nobody saw you.

While you stayed hidden, you watched the scene unfold. The men had managed to kick the doors in, knocking down any possible obstacle in their path with ease. Still observing carefully, you peered around the leaves, and you realized that a dear friend of yours was now on the ground, coughing and groaning in pain as she was kicked by the male above her. 

Without even thinking you jumped out from behind the bush, revealing yourself and placing yourself in a sticky situation you didn’t want to be in. Instantly, you raised both of your arms up to the sky, trying your best to prove that you were no threat. Immediately, the four men aimed their guns at you, prepared to shoot if you had made any decisions that weren’t to their liking. “What in the hell are ya doin’ missy? We’ll kill ya too, a bullet right through ya damn brain.” 

Fear consumed your whole entire being as you stood there, forcing your hands not to sweat and shake as you attempted to stand your ground. You knew Abigail was cursing at you in her head, calling you insulting names while she scolded you for jumping into action like this since she could take care of herself, but you couldn’t just watch her get beat helplessly. Being the selfless young woman you were, you had to do this - she didn’t need this and neither did her son. “I realize you’re here to take the place, but we ain’t got nowhere to go. Please, just take me instead.” 

The main ‘leader’ narrowed his eyes as he took another step forward, still pointing his gun at your chest. “Well, you are a pretty girl, ain’t ya?” he took a calloused hand and pressed it against your face, using his thumb to rub small circles on your cheek as he pulled you closer to him.  

You internally cringed, trying to hold back any disgust you had for this. Just the way he spoke to you and even touched your face made you want to punch him square in the jaw. Yet, you knew you had no other choice; protecting your fellow gang members was more important to you, and leaving them with a place to actually stay safe and warm was something that would make you happy, even if you were risking your life.

In a matter of seconds, a gun had hit the back of your head and you fell down to the dirt ground out cold. The two men had held Abigail back from tearing any of them off as you as one hogtied you, stowing you on his horse before they mounted their steeds and began to ride away from the camp while Abigail screamed out your name, hoping that it would awaken you, but it didn’t and she was worried. Worried for you and for the rest of the gang.

You groaned in pain as you had awoken for about the hundredth time, tears welling in your eyes as a huge amount of pain hit you like a freight train. After being knocked out a couple of days ago, you had felt very groggy and weak; you had absolutely no energy to do anything. You didn’t bother to scream for help, you didn’t bother to let sobs escape your lips, you didn’t even bother to try and escape from this hellhole.

Why?

Because the little ounce of hope that you had deep in your body had faded away, knowing no one was going to bother to save you. You refused to return back to a ‘family’ that wasn’t coming to get you and bring you back into warm open warms. 

A loud creak of a door caught your attention as your eyes traveled to the now open door, revealing a man that you had recognized. It was the man from a while ago that had knocked you out. You weren’t quite sure what his name was, or why he even bothered to take you in exchange for Shady Belle. “Hey, darlin’.” the man purred, inching closer to your being, dragging the tips of his fingers down your neck to your almost exposed chest.

A dull look was in your eyes as you looked down at his hand, tracing what seemed like every inch of your skin. Usually, you would do your best to get him off of you, whether it be spewing insults, or spitting in his face, but you did absolutely nothing. 

“Aw, you ain’t feisty no more. Maybe I - I mean we - can finally do what we wanna do to ya. Ol’ Dutchie and your friends ain’t comin’ to save ya, so I think it’s safe to say we have ya to ourselves.” the man chuckled, playing with the greasy strands of your hair while he observed you intently, licking his lips. 

“Just fucking kill me.” your voice was hoarse and barely audible, but it caught that man’s attention.

He lifted your chin up harshly, forcing you to look straight into his lust-filled blue eyes. He rose his right arm up high before the palm of his hand came in contact with your skin. “I’m gon’ have my fun with ya, and so is everybody else. You ain’t gettin’ out of this easy. We’ll fuck ya, hard, and then we’ll think about killin’ ya.” 

“Wayne! Wayne!” a voice from outside called, interrupting who you now knew as Wayne, from doing anything else with you. The brunette male spewed out some curses under his breath as he turned away, not forgetting to slam and lock the worn-out door behind him.

As soon as you were alone, silent tears began to roll down your rosy cheeks as you realized that Wayne was indeed right. Maybe you weren’t as important as you once imagined - it had been days and no one had come looking for you. You were loyal, and you did what you had to do in order to protect the others, but you always thought that if you had ever disappeared in such a way that they would find you.

You’re worthless. You’re nothing to them. You’re just a pawn in whatever game they’re playing. 

The negative thoughts had finally entered your mind, swarming every good little thing and eating it alive. Thoughts about Arthur, they were gone. Thoughts about Jack and Abigail, they were gone. The good memories you had with the other gang members, they were gone. Everything was self-hate and you felt so broken, so damaged.

While you sat tied down to the chair, you hung your head low as tears continued to flood, staining your cheeks. The frown deepened on your features as you finally realized that nobody was coming for you after these weeks had passed.

You were going to die here.

Arthur furrowed his brows in frustration as he threw his hands up in the air, arguing with Dutch. He had noticed this man had changed - breaking the rules he had made for this gang. It seemed like he wanted everyone to die so he could keep the money they had to himself. “Why ain’t we out there savin’ her? She saved all the women and Jack when them Lemoyne Riders came to camp while we was gone. It’s our responsibility to get (Name).”

“We will, we will, Arthur,” Dutch reassured the green-eyed man, patting his shoulder yet Arthur could hear the disinterest in Dutch’s voice. He seemed so concentrated on getting money and somehow escaping to Tahiti with his mango farm, he didn’t realize (Name) was going to die in the hands of these Lemoyne gang members. 

The rather concerned male internally scoffed at his leader’s actions before wandering away from the tent, heading towards Charles and John. The two were sitting on a bench, John doing absolutely nothing but making a little small talk while Charles cleaned his weapons. “Oh, hey Arthur, what’s going on?” Charles questioned, his gaze flying up to look right at Arthur’s face.

“(Name), she’s been gone for weeks. Dutch has been sayin’ the same horseshit for weeks, sayin’ we’ll get her as soon as possible, but we ain’t even made any progress to do so.” Arthur paused as he looked at both the men in front of him, who clearly were prepared to go save one of their fellow gang members. “He ain’t gon’ try and save her, he’s just gon’ leave her to die and that ain’t happenin’. If y’all wanna come with me, that’s fine, if not I’m goin’ myself.” 

In a matter of minutes, Arthur, John, and Charles were mounted on their horses with weapons, food, drinks and the necessities. The trio exited camp and began riding down the dirt path, Arthur leading the way as he began to explain the plan to them. “I was tryin’ to get some information from Abigail since she was there. She said from Shady Belle, it looked like they had gone north, probably somewhere up near the swamps by Saint-Denis. Heard some local talkin’ about some gang members cabin, and I’m for sure it’s the Lemoyne Riders.” 

“It seems like a decent hideout for them, especially if they kidnap girls and do God knows what. They sure as hell ain’t gon’ want anyone to hear nothin’.” John commented as they continued down the road, heading towards the swamps.

Charles shot John a look as he noticed Arthur’s eyes fill with a rage he hasn’t seen in quite a while. Quickly, Charles contradicted John’s statement. “I’m sure nothing has happened to (Name). She’s a smart and strong girl, she can handle herself for a while. Let’s just get to the bottom of this and bring her home, alright guys?”

The two others nodded in response, the silence between the three of them as they continued towards the camp where they would retrieve you, bring you home safe and sound.

A man shoved a metal bowl in your face, forcing you to eat the stew that was cooked. It didn’t taste very good at all - it was probably the last bit of food in the pot, and they probably stuck their dirty feet in it before feeding it to you. Even though you despised the taste, your stomach growled and begged for any source of food, and this was indeed your only option.

“This is ya only meal of the week, so ya better make it last inside that lil tummy of yours. I’m sure it’ll be holdin’ a baby or somethin’ soon, Wayne sure as hell ready to do whatever to ya, he thinks your beautiful.” the man commented, before pulling the half-empty bowl away from you, denying you the rest of the food.

“Where in the hell is she? You fuckin’ bastards!”

Gunshots rang in your ears and your heart could’ve leaped out of your chest. That voice you could’ve recognized miles away - it belonged to no one other than Arthur Morgan, and he had finally come for you. Later, you’d be angry with him that he had left you here for this long, but for now, all you could do was wait. Wait for him to free you from this hellhole.

Several minutes later, the gunshots had finally stopped. Both you and the O’Driscoll were still in the cellar, while the two of you hoped for the opposite things. You heard the creaking of wooden stairs grow louder and louder, notifying that someone was finally coming; you weren’t quite sure if it was your Arthur or one of the other members, but all you knew was you were being saved.

The door was kicked in and swung open, revealing an angry Arthur Morgan. His eyes were narrowed while his brows furrowed. His cheeks were a reddish tint as he stared down the O’Driscoll in front of him. “You get the hell outta my god damn way,” he growled, anger lacing his tone. It was enough to even scare you.

Bang!

In a flash, a bullet was shot out of a pistol that was hidden behind his back. Tears welled in your eyes as you hung your head low, looking down at your stomach, which was now bleeding endlessly. Another gunshot was heard, the bald man that had just fired his gun at you, had fallen to the grounded now dead.

Arthur rushed towards you, worry dancing his green orbs. Without hesitation, he reached for the knife he owned and cut the ropes, relieving any pain in your wrists and ankles, but he was sure you weren’t focused on that too much. “(Name), (Name), you gotta stay with me. Open ya eyes and look at me, smile, you’re goin’ home.”

You stare blankly at the man in front of you, letting the tears fall down your face with no shame. “Am I dead?” you questioned, a frown on your face as you watched Arthur’s hopeful expression falter. He knew you were dying, and so did you. 

He didn’t respond, but his face said it all. You could read the expression like a book as your mind endlessly replayed the scene that had just happened; the gunshot, the death of that man, the sad expression on Arthur’s face. It was like a record player on repeat and this was the blues song it couldn’t stop playing. 

“Just stay awake (Name), you’re gonna be alright. We’re gon’ get ya home. (Name)? Are ya hearin’ me? Hang in there.”

Arthur’s voice began to grow softer and more urgent. The pain in your abdomen began to subside as you stared at the man you had grown to love, using all of the energy you had left to use your last moments to stare into this gorgeous green eyes. Eventually, your vision began to grow hazy and dark as your eyelids got heavy, slowly shutting on their own.

Weakly and hushed, you muttered two last words. “Goodbye, Arthur.”