#John martston

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You know how Arthur gives John a hard time about being afraid of water? I think it would be great if John happens to stumble onto one of Arthur’s phobias. Like Arthur is afraid of heights. Or snakes. (Ugh snakes are the worst 🐍)

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan rdr2 #john martston

[revolversandlace]

The Dangers of Summer

Dutch/Arthur/John x f!Reader

Warnings & Tags: Explicit, Smut, Swearing, M/M/M/F, f!Reader, Plot? What Plot? DubCon, No Y/N, Minors DNI

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Dutch asks you to rob a homestead, unfortunately the loot isn’t what you expect. 

A/N: I’m sorry I got horny and this happened. It is what it is.

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You’d been with the gang some weeks now, and not a day had gone past without the men trying to break you.

You weren’t even sure why they brought you into the fold, except for them to tease you with dead end goose chases or some impossible challenge even they couldn’t complete.

One day after the other, you were just as keen as the last to prove yourself fit for the gang. And just when you thought you were on a job to prove yourself, it turned out to be another waste of time.

‘Miss,’ Dutch called, beckoning you to his tent, the dramatic classical music playing softly in the background and he puffed on his fat cigar.

You marched over, as your boots crunched over the leaves.

He leaned back in his chair, hands folded behind him, watching your every move. You could feel his eyes boring into you. His face was impassive but his gaze held you in place. You stared back at him, throwing your hands in the air.

'What is it now, Dutch?'

'It'd pay you to show some more respect around here, Miss.'

You pursed your lips taking in a deep breath. 'I'll try my best,' you said coolly.

He nodded slowly. 'Good girl. Now I have a job for you.'

You arched an eyebrow. 'Another one? I'm getting tired of these endless jobs that don't go anywhere.'

'This one will be different.' He took off his hat and placed it on the table. His hair was disheveled, falling over his forehead and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. 'It's a homestead in south Leymone, not far from Braithwaite Manor.'

'Am I supposed to find anything there or will it be like the last one?'

Dutch laughed, a low and filled with danger. You really were beginning to think that perhaps this gang wasn't the right fit for you. But then again if you didn't want to join them maybe you shouldn't have come along with them in the first place.

'I expect there to be the usual wares. Jewellery... Cash,' Dutch waved his hand dismissively. He reached to the inside of his waistcoat, pulling out a silver pocket watch. 'If you leave now, you might make it for sundown.'

'Is that all?' You asked surprised. You felt like you should have been doing something more than stealing jewellery and money.

'That's enough for now,' Dutch said looking at you intently. 'Now gear up and let me see what you can do.'

You did as he instructed, quickly putting on your hat and grabbing your gun belt from where it hung in your tent. As you walked towards your horse, Arthur stepped in front of you, blocking the path between you and your mount.

'Finally got a job, I hear.' Arthur said, his smug smile plastered all across his face. Since being within the gang, Arthur had barely said more than four words to you, usually opting for silence and grumbles.

'Get out of my way,' you sighed, already exhausted with the men of the gang.

'Not until we talk about how you're going to repay us for saving you from those bandits.'

'You saved me? That's news to me.'

'You know we did,' Arthur snorted, placing his large hand on your shoulder and leading you towards your horse.

'Arthur, if you've got any issues, take it up with Dutch, okay?' You said, your voice tight as you shook his hand from you.

'Oh I will,' he said with a smirk, tugging at the brim of his hat as you hoisted yourself onto your horse.

You rode away without another word, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. You were sick of their constant teasing and taunting and wanted to be left alone. You didn't care much for Arthur but at least he was easy to deal with compared to the others.

You rode hard, reaching the homestead just before sundown. The sky turned to a bright orange hue, bathing the trees in a golden light as the birds began to sing their evening song.

Hitching your horse and throwing a sack over your shoulder, you checked your revolver and opened the barrel to see six rounds nestled in the metal. You flicked the gun with your wrist, closing it back up and you made your way to the house.

One by one, you checked the windows to make sure the house was empty. You heard nothing and saw even less, as you rattled the back doorknob and pushed it open.

You raised your gun and you pulled up your bandana over your nose and mouth, your skin prickling with excitement. Finally, a job where you could show your worth to the gang.

You checked the drawers, every cupboard you could see and a pair of pearl earrings and a wad of cash later, you made your way from the back room into the hallway.

Just as you were about to open the door to the next room, you heard an unmistakable clatter.

Shit.

Walking slowly towards the room that the sound came from, you lightly put one foot in front of the other, as your hand gripped tighter around the gun.

You tried to listen through the wall but couldn't tell what was happening. Was someone still there? Or was it just some noise from outside?

You took a deep breath and held it in your chest as you slowly opened the door.

What you saw however, was the last thing you expected.

'Told ya she didn't know the shortcut,' Arthur said, sitting in a chair with his foot on his knee, rolling a cigarette between his fingers.

John was sitting beside him, with a wide smile.

'I'm surprised she made it at all,' he said

'What the fuck is going on?' You said, searching both of their faces as you pulled down your bandana. 'What's this all about?' Your voice rose as your heart began to speed up in your chest.

They said nothing, as they stared at you with boyish grins on their face.

'I don't have time for this,' you said, turning away from them.

'Don't worry about her,' Arthur called after you. 'She'll come round.'

'You can say that again,' John laughed.

You stopped in your tracks, your temper rising.

'I can't believe you've done this again! Why can't you just give me a job and leave me be?' You waved your gun at them, in half your mind to shoot them where they sat. They both laughed, clearly not as threatened as you'd thought they'd be. Although if you were expecting anything from either of them by now you were mistaken.

'We're sorry darlin' we didn't mean to scare ya,' Arthur said, standing up and putting his hat back on. 'But you know how it is with us.' He smiled down at you.

'Yeah, I do. You're real shits you know that.' You said, folding your arms across your chest. 'Wait until Dutch here's of this.'

The men looked at each other smiling as you heard a laugh from behind you. Spinning round you nearly collided with Dutch as he towered over you, his black mustache twitching.

'Who's ideal do you think it was?' He said and you slowly took a step back. 'Now, missy. I've had a word with these two and they both agree. You're attitude is...'

Dutch licked his lips hungrily, staring down at you as your chest became tighter.

'Unwelcomed.' He said, his face turning to a near snarl.

You didn't know what was happening, but you didn't like it. You felt uneasy and you wanted to get out of there but you knew that would only make things worse for yourself. So instead you remained quiet, staring at Dutch.

'You need to learn your place,' Dutch growled, stepping closer to you.

You could feel his hot breath against your neck as he whispered, 'You belong to us now.'

You swallowed hard as he grabbed hold of your hair, pulling you off balance. He turned you around to face both John and Arthur, who looked at each other with excitement.

You tried to struggle from Dutch's grasp but his fingers just dug further into your scalp.

'Now we won't hurt,' Dutch said into your ear as he marched you towards the table, 'as long as you behave.'

You were scared, but not as scared as you should have been. You would have been lying if you said you weren't excited at the thought. You'd thought about the men before, although not at the same time, in the late hours when your hand would drift lower to pleasure yourself.

You didn't want to admit it but even then you were curious about the way they treated you. The way they talked to you and the way they acted around you.

Dutch let go of your hair as the back of your thighs met the edge of the table as all three men stood around you. You could feel your cheeks burning red as their eyes roamed over your body like a pack of wolves.

Arthur stepped forward and lifted you up onto the table, placing himself between your legs. He pressed his hands against your breasts, kneading them roughly.

'Now boys, take good care of her,' Dutch ordered as he pulled out a half-smoked cigar, lighting the thick end.

'Get her ready for me,' he nodded, pulling a chair away from the table and sitting down to watch the show.

You swallowed hard, as Arthur's large, rough hands worked over your body as he made his way to your shirt buttons.

'Make sure you share, Arthur,' Dutch said, leaning back as Arthur started to unbutton you.

John joined him, kissing your neck and running his tongue along your skin. You moaned at the sensation as the two pairs of hands continued to roam over you. Your cunt was throbbing, as you ran your leg up Arthur's side, whilst John continued to kiss you.

Helping Arthur shrug off your shirt, the cool breeze hit your nipples as he took one of them between his thumb and index finger, giving it a pinch.

'You like it rough girl?' He growled as you whimpered, all words caught in your throat. All you could give him was a weak nod as he applied more pressure on your nipple as your wetness grew.

'Good,' he grunted, squeezing harder on your breast. 'This is going to be fun.'

He released your breast as both he and John began to work at your trousers, unbuckling you and pulling the jeans and your boots from you as you sat on the edge of the table completely naked.

Arthur pushed you back onto the table and kissed you roughly, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as you kissed him back, feeling John's hands run over your thighs and towards your sopping wet heat.

You gasped as you felt a finger slip inside you, making you buck your hips as Arthur continued to work his tongue in your mouth.

'She's already wet, Dutch' John said, pumping his fingers into you, stretching you out as you moaned into Arthur's mouth.

Arthur pulled away from you, his lips glistening with your saliva as John continued to bury his fingers in you, curling them around deep inside of you. You continued to moan, and rock your hips.

'Think I'm gonna use that mouth some more,' Arthur growled, as he began to undo his belt.

You looked up at him with mewls falling from your lips as he pulled out his thick cock. Giving it a few pumps, he grabbed the top of your hair, and pulled your head onto his cock, and shoved it into your mouth.

You sucked hard, taking it deep as you tried to swallow it. You gagged and choked as you tried to keep up, as the other two began to laugh.

'You're going to have to learn to take it all,' Arthur grunted, as he pulled your head away giving you a second to breathe.

'I'm sure she will,' Dutch said from the chair, watching you intently.

'Open up, darlin', and try and take the whole thing,' Arthur said as you forced yourself harder onto John's fingers, the coil already beginning to tighten in your lower stomach.

You nodded, opening your mouth as Arthur shoved his cock back into your mouth with no mercy. Using his grip on you, he moved your head roughly onto him and you tried your best to breathe as your throat became fuller and fuller.

'Come on, girl,' Arthur grunted, 'take it all.'

You tried your hardest, but you couldn't. You could feel his balls tighten and his cock swell as he continued to thrust into your mouth.

You gagged and spluttered, but he didn't stop. You kept your mouth open as he used you, whilst John pushed another finger into you. Moaning onto Arthur's cock, you felt your own orgasm building.

You were desperate for release; you needed it badly. His cock was too big for your mouth, and it wouldn't stay still. It seemed determined to stretch you to breaking point. As he pounded your mouth mercilessly, his breathing picked up as his grip got tighter on your head.

You felt John remove his fingers from you, as you looked down, he pulled his cock from his trousers and shoved the thick head into your dripping cunt.

You moaned again, both your holes filled as the men ravaged you. You felt your toes curl as you arched your back, your cunt growing tighter around John's cock as he thumbed at your clit.

It was almost too much as a wave of pleasure crashed over you as you screamed onto Arthur's cock whilst John fucked you harder. You came quickly as your orgasm ripped through your body leaving you weak.

Arthur withdrew his cock from your mouth and grabbed hold of your hair, forcing you up onto your feet as you felt your legs struggling to hold you up.

'Think she's having a good time, Dutch' Arthur mused as you panted, desperate for air as the bliss tingled over your skin.

'It does appear that way,' Dutch said, nodding as he stood. You could see John stoking himself as Arthur grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you on top of him onto the table.

'I wanna see you how tight you are,' he said, his hands digging so hard into your hips you know they'd leave bruises for days.

He speared his cock into you as you mewled again, your eyes scrunched tight as Arthur fucked himself into you. You felt John's thumb circling your asshole, as he spat onto you letting the liquid drip down.

'Please,' you whined, as you felt the head of John's cock push into your other hole, the pain and pleasure melding into one.

You were full, stuffed and revelling in ecstasy as the two men fucked you.

'I can't last much longer,' John groaned, pressing his hands against your hips and rocking his hips forward as you cried out loudly.

'Don't let me interrupt you gentleman,' Dutch said, making his way over to the table removing his hat as he removed his belt.

'Why don't you come see how a real man tastes,' Dutch chuckled, stepping out of his trousers and wrapping his hand around his hard cock.

You wasted no time in obliging, wrapping your lips around him and now every single one of your holes were filled. Dutch pumped himself faster into your mouth while his hands played with your breast.

He leaned in close and whispered, 'good girl,' as he slapped your cheek.

You felt his hot cum splash across your tongue and into your mouth as you gulped it down greedily. You could hear him panting above you, as he pulled you from his cock. You felt John thrust faster into your ass, bruising you further as he grunted, his cum filling you and spilling out, dripping down onto your cunt.

Arthur wasn't far behind, as you continued to bob on his cock, the last drops of cum dripping down your chin as Dutch wiped his brow.

John pulled himself from you as you now felt empty, except for Arthur who continued to pummel you hard. The familiar feeling rose again, as you ground your hips into Arthur, as the slaps continued to fill the room.

Another orgasm erupted, as you screamed into the air, the pleasure almost unbearable as Arthur, unrelentingly chased his own as you were filled up one last time.

Arthur stopped, holding himself deep within you as you collapsed onto the table next to him panting. You rolled onto your side, looking at the mess you made and seeing the satisfied smile on each of their faces.

Covered in cum and sweat, the men dressed as you lay there on the table, legs shaking and the pain of having three men inside of you started to settle in.

'That was certainly an experience,' John smiled, picking up his clothes from the floor.

'I certainly think Miss here will behave herself from now on.' Dutch said, as the three men left the homestead leaving you there naked and beyond content. 

#reader x arthur morgan #reader x dutch #reader x john marston #reader x arthur morgan/dutch van der linde/john marston #rdr2 smut #fanfic #f/m/m/m #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x you #dutch van der linde x you #john marston x you #reader #f!reader #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #john martston #arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #smut

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Thanks to @rdrbigbang for hosting this! 

#graphic descriptions of violence #RDR2 #rdr mini bang #Arthur Morgan #John Martston #Isaac Morgan #Eliza RDR

[stuart-little-anti]

i love john martston transge nder deadbeat daddy :(

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr #john marston

[imdefyingmavity]

John: Hey, if me and Arthur were the last two guys on the planet and you had a gun to your head, which one of us would you sleep with?

Abigail: Which one of you has the gun to my head?

#incorrect rdr2 quotes #source: friends #john martston #abigail roberts #arthur morgan

[yeet-or-be-hawed]

Saw your writing and fell absolutely in love! Would you mind writing a drabble (or HC's) about how you think the camp would react if a new member, though kind of young and quiet, slowly begins to step up? Like she used to be the child of a privileged family, so no one expects it. But after Blackwater, her colors kind of unravel, and it's like watching a mini Dutch. They boldly remark and suggest plans that don't seem too half bad, whilst also pulling their weight? Thank you!!

Ahhhhhh thank you so much! I wasn’t sure who all you wanted Headcanons for so I just went with the main few that would actually be in on the planning process 🙈 I really enjoyed this prompt so I may do a one shot based off this!

How would the camp react to the reader stepping up?

Arthur:

He is very impressed the first time you boldly interject with a well thought out plan.

He hasn’t noticed you much, keeping to yourself when you first arrived. He had talked to you by the fire a few times and he got the sense that your head was on straight and you knew more than you were letting on.

After the plan is executed flawlessly, he’ll pat you on the back and hand you a beer. From here on he takes a special interest in you and talks to you more regularly.

In the future, you become his trusted advisor- he asks your opinion on everything from hats to heists. Secretly, he enjoys the excuse to talk with you and be around you.

Dutch:

When your usually meek voice confidently chimes in on the subject of the latest job, Dutch is flabbergasted.

He stutters over himself as you look at him blankly, waiting for some form of response.

Though he would rather swallow his own tongue than admit it, it left him flustered to see a lady so bold. After a long string of docile society lasses, it left him abit shell shocked to have the roll reversed on him.

Your plan is logical and sound, but stubbornness is a hard habit to kick. His first instinct is to disagree, reiterate his idea and pat your head as he leaves. But he didn’t, he nodded and agreed, telling the others to ask you for any further questions as we would be taking your route- this leaves everyone in the vicinity with jaws on the ground.

After everything is over, he’ll pull you aside and tell you he’s proud of you.

Hosea:

Hosea isn’t surprised in the least. He always makes a point to talk to people a little more when they first arrive at camp.

He had gotten a strong feel of your bold nature and head strong attitude, so the day you cut off Dutch to throw your idea in the lot he wondered why you hadn’t done it sooner.

He couldn’t help but nod and smile as you spoke, your plan was much safer than Dutch’s and all he wanted was to survive another day. When Dutch looked at him in shock, he just shrugged his shoulders and smirked.

While you were discussing the details with Dutch, Arthur pulled him aside to ask if he was certain this would work. He had to fight the urge to roll his eyes, Arthur was always one of the last of the group to trust new members of their gang so this wasn’t the first or last time Arthur has approached Hosea about this subject.

As always, Hosea knew just what to say to alieviate Arthur’s anxieties and he knew Arthur was satisfied when he nodded his head and headed to his tent.

John:

John isn’t always the easiest to convince, especially when it comes to new people.

When you offered a better solution than his plan to rob a high dollar stage, he immediately shot it down.

He’ll argue with you until he’s blue in the face because he was actually really proud of his idea this time?

You couldn’t hold back the giggle at his shocked expression when Dutch actually agrees with you. The whole time he’s on edge, ready to fix whatever issue arises with your plan but it never happens.

Once you return home successful and he’s done sulking, he’ll warm up to you very quickly.

He asks you to join him on most of his jobs now, usually running it by you first and asking your opinion. You recognize how happy it makes him when you tell him his plan is perfect, so you stop nitpicking his plans so much. It still works out- for the most part.

Grimshaw:

She’s pleasantly surprised when you break the silence of the stumped men around you, confidently forming a practical solution for their problem.

It’s bittersweet; even in her prime she was rarely asked about what she thought, so there was a tinge of jealousy when the men around you agreed and patted your shoulder. She shrugs it off, times are changing and even though she was just as tough on you as the other girls, she recognizes your sharp wit and ability to adapt to most any situation.

When you return triumphant, she’s filled with a maternal pride. She never mentions it to you, nor does she lighten your chore load. But you do eventually catch that small smile and nod she gives you every time you return home victorious in your endeavors.

Micah:

The first time Dutch chooses your idea over his? Oh man, he is in a sour mood.

You always avoided him, he wasn’t the most social either. But after it became apparent you were growing into Dutch’s shoes his jealousy becomes apparent.

At first it’s snide comments, but it was nothing new so his words slid down your back like water off a duck.

But when he finally takes his head out of his ass, he can see that your plans are working and keeping them alive. He still makes side comments, but there’s the smallest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips and his snide comments had a joking tone- for the most part.

Bill:

Bill has a hard time understanding your plans, he pulls you aside to have you explain them a little more thoroughly every time.

At first you took some offense, thinking he was questioning your every move- in reality, he just needed a little extra help understanding than the others.

You tend to put him in easier yet still important roles, that way he doesn’t have to go out of his way to ask questions.

He recognizes that you know what you’re talking about, but most importantly you’ve never treated him like an idiot for not getting it the first time around. This makes him a strong ally of yours, he’s always on board for your ideas and always the first to take your side of the group is torn between two different jobs.

#anon #amber answers #headcanons #rdr headcanons #van der linde gang #van der linde headcanons #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #bill williamson #john martston #micah bell #susan grimshaw

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I don’t know about a full fan cast for a live action Red Dead Redemption, but all I know is if it ever happened Jeffrey Dean Morgan would be an amazing Dutch, Josh Brolin would work quite well as Arthur and the actual voice actors for Sadie and Hosea would work quite well as well - Alex McKenna and Curzon Dobell - mainly because those two have uniquely distinctive voices but also physically the characters look similar to them. Also Rob Wiethoff would work in a live action RDR as John also for the uniquely distinctive voice just give him long black hair and some badass facial scars and you’re good.

#Red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #rdr2 #Arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #Sadie adler #Hosea matthews #John martston #josh brolin #Jeffrey dean morgan #Alex mckenna #Curzon dobell #rob wiethoff

[arthurmorgansgoodgirl]

is John Marston fuckable?

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

red dead fucking

#john martston #yeah i want john to top me what of it #do you know how hard it is to find top!john content #i know he radiates bottom energy but i am too much of a bottom for it #i outrank him in the bottom scale #its a hard life #Anonymous

[sad-cowboy-squad]

I was so sad after I lost my horse "Maiden" bc of the ending, but I was excited to see Tumbleweed

So I go there, I buy the American Standardbred girl there, and I named her "Lady"

Unbeknownst to me, John would keep referring to this female horse as "Lady"

As if he was referring to the horse by name

And idk why but that never fails to make me smile

#john martston #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr #mun can speak #it's just really cute idk

[brokenyeehaws]

I need a good cowboy cry circle rn

#rdr2 spoilers #rdr2 online #arthur morgan #john martston #I am drunk and crying and someone halp me pls #this video hurts so damn much

[collinnmckinley]

fmk warden, arthur morgan or john martston goooooo

Fuck: Arthur Morgan.

Marry: Warden.

Kill: John marston, sorry babe as much as I love you. 🙏

#jay answers #warden #r6s warden #ask meme #FMK #anonymous

[imdefyingmavity]

John: Where you goin'?

Arthur: Don't follow me, it's a secret mission.

John: What does that mean?

Sean: It means we have to follow him in secret.

Arthur: No it doesn't!

#incorrect rdr2 quotes #source: disenchantment #john martston #sean macguire #arthur morgan

[yeet-or-be-hawed]

“Tell me something Embarrassing” A Friendfic

Inspired by this post:

When Abigail and John get together, Arthur decides it’s time to get to know Abigail a little better. 

In theory, it was a good idea when he had it. It was a beautiful day- the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the soft breeze gave relief to the overbearing heat New Austin was so lovingly known for. Usually Arthur was more than willing to enjoy the comfort of a quiet wagon ride into town, but today was different. 

Beside him was young Miss. Abigail, a pretty little thing with fire in her eyes. Arthur would never admit it to John, but he was quite impressed his younger brother could catch such a fine woman. Abigail nervously picked at a loose seam on her sleeve, Arthur wasn’t very good at reading a room but even he could feel the heaviness of an awkward silence. He cleared his throat and she jumped a bit. “So,” he started, “You and John huh?”

“Yep.” Abigail answered politely. She also wasn’t the best at conversation either. When Arthur asked her to accompany him into town earlier, she had hoped he would be better at making conversation than she would. 

“He make ya happy?” 

“Guess so.”

“That’s good.” 

Another awkward silence. Arthur was really regretting his decision to get to know his brother’s new lady. It wasn’t even his idea, Hosea was the one who was so damn adamant about bringing her along. He could hear Hosea’s words in the back of his head: “Don’t be such a stooge, Arthur! That gal could very well be your sister in-law someday. Take her with you when you go to town for supplies, that’ll be the perfect time to get to know her! Plenty of time to talk on the open road.”

Arthur had to resist rolling his eyes. Plenty of time to talk on the open road, my ass.

“How long have you and John been riding with Dutch?” Abigail’s question pulled Arthur from his thoughts. 

“Let’s see now, they picked me up when I was about 14 or so, I believe John was a little younger. 12 or 13 maybe? I don’t rightly recall.” He paused. “Didn’t John tell you?” 

Abigail let out a sharp ha. “I ain’t really asked him. We don’t...talk much when we’re together.” Her cheeks flushed a bright red. 

Arthur chuckled, he didn’t need to ask what they did do while they were together. “I see.” 

Abigail quickly turned flustered, “I mean- we talk we don’t just- we don’t talk much about our past.” Her nervous hands found the loose seam on her sleeve. 

Arthur nodded, “I understand, a past isn’t always something people like talkin’ about.”

Abigail seemed to relax a bit. “You got that right, Mr. Morgan.” 

“Please, call me Arthur.”

“Sorry.” She shook her head. “It’s hard to get out of old habits. I was so used to callin’ everybody Mr. This and Miss. That it feels funny to just use normal names.”

“What were you doin’ before for you to talk so fancy?” Arthur crocked an eyebrow towards her. 

Her eyes fell to her lap. “I was...a saloon girl.” Her voice was very meek. 

Great job, moron. Arthur thought to himself. Lighten the mood, come on ya idiot say somethin’ to lighten the mood! “I’m sorry I-”

Abigail laughed half-heartedly and elbowed him in the side. “No need to apologize, it’s fine! Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of or anything.” 

Arthur cleared his throat. “Course not.” 

She smiled and Arthur sighed in relief. This wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Another silence fell between the two of them, but it didn’t feel quite so awkward. 

“Tell me somethin’.” Arthur said after a moment. “Bout John.”

“Whatcha wanna know?” 

Arthur thought for a moment and a mischievous smile curled upon his lips. “Tell me something embarrassing.” 

Without missing a beat and holding a straight face Abigail said, “Okay, he has a piss fetish.” 

Arthur’s jaw dropped followed by a very long pfffffttttt into a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t see through the tears in his eyes. Abigail suddenly ripped the reins from his hands with a shriek. Arthur wiped his eyes just in time to see the caravan, and without Abigail’s quick thinking and even quicker pull on the reins, Arthur would have most definitely ran into it. 

Abigail herself fell into a fit of nervous laughter after she straightened the horses. Arthur was still chuckling, “He has a what now?”

Abigail composed herself and was grinning ear to ear. “He was a PISS FETISH, Arthur!” She chortled obnoxiously and a snort escaped her nose, which just made the pair laugh even harder. 

Arthur had a hard time getting his words out between gasping for air. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that one, missy.” 

Abigail raised an eyebrow, “What else do you need to know?” 

Arthur was dumbfounded. She looked like it was the simplest thing in the world. He tripped over his words. “Does he- do you-” Arthur let out another breathy laugh. “Does he like bein’ peed on is that it? Or peeing on someone else?” 

Abigail shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t rightly know, he asked me about it briefly one night but I think he was embarrassed when I told him it wasn’t something I was into. He ain’t opened up bout it since.” 

Arthur felt a wave of relief wash over him, he wasn’t sure if he could ever look at this young girl the same again if she had answered any differently. He shook his head, “Thank god.” 

Abigail snickered, “Ain’t like it’s the worst thing I ever been asked to do, Saloon girl, remember?” 

Arthur hummed a small laugh, “Okay saloon girl, what is the worst thing you ever been asked to do?”

Abigail didn’t look at him. “A real nice lookin’ business feller from Saint Denis asked me to shit on his chest once.” 

Arthur’s jaw dropped. At his expression Abigail waved her hands frantically, “I didn’t do it of course! Jesus no!”

“Thank god for that one too! Jesus Christ, what is wrong with people?” He shook his head and looked back at her. “Shit on his chest? Really? Tell me yer jokin’.”

She shook her head with a smug smile. “Not at all, I’d swear it on the Bible if I had one.” 

“Well I sure am glad you ain’t there anymore, what did you say?”

She guwfalled. “I told him he could probably get one of the pigs out in the pin to do it for him.” She giggled. “I was real lucky, for a saloon girl I mean. The owner was a woman, real strange I know. Her husband owned it before he died and instead a sellin’ she took over the business. She always made sure we felt safe and taken care of. Any time a sick son of a bitch like that came in she would kick em to the curb. I always admired that woman.”

Arthur nodded. He never really considered the lives of the beautiful women in the saloons. One night stands were never his thing, and he may not think himself handsome, but he knew if he wanted a woman he could get one without paying for it. “That’s good, I take it not many were as lucky as you?” 

She barked a short laugh. “God no! One a my childhood friends started workin’ the saloon just down the road from me. It weren’t long before she started gettin’ real sick. I think they put stuff in her food to make her more docile for the clients, ya know? She always seemed...out of it. Like she weren’t all there. Then I hadn’t seen her for a coupla days. I asked the bartender bout her, he said she got strangled to death by a patron. Said he didn’t mean to, and she was just a saloon gal anyways, so he never got more than a slap on the wrist.” Abigail looked terribly solemn. 

Arthur wasn’t very good at giving advice, but he was a good listener. He put an arm around her shoulders, “I’m sorry to hear that. But yer one of us now, ya here? No matter what happens to you and piss boy Johnny, you’re part of us and if anyone argues they can come to me.” 

Abigail laughed at Arthur’s joke to John’s expense. “Thank you, Arthur that means a lot, really.” Abigail looked over the horizon and shielded her eyes with her hand, “I think I see the town just ahead!” 

Arthur nodded, “Yep, that’s it. Time flies when there’s good conversation.”

Abigail gave him a smile and nodded in agreement. “Hey Arthur?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t tell John I told ya bout the piss thing.” 

Arthur smirked. “What piss thing?” 

Abigail smiled. “Thanks.” 

Arthur nodded and flicked the reins. He would have to remember to thank Hosea for encouraging this little outing, he could already tell him and Abigail would be good friends- that is as long as he could keep his mouth shut the next time they have drinks by the fire. 

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