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ptrckjcne · 1 year

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Alright spill XD...

I hope your traveling goes well and that there aren't many delays/problems ❤

put a version of the book emoji in my inbox, and i'll tell you the plot of a fanfic i haven't written, but want to write!

ah thank you! apart from being at the airport far too early, it's literally been all smooth sailing with travelling here, so i'm hoping the rest of my trip goes just as smoothly!

now, onto these fics ... two emojis means you get two ideas (sorry i don't make the rules, i just concoct these crazy ideas)

okay for the first one, i've been playing far too much red dead redemption and i'm not even sorry about it

outlaw!steve. he's ruthless and cold. he robs people, he shoots before he speaks, and he's the most trusted of his gang. he's not the leader, but literally no plan is made without steve being involved, and no plan is executed without steve leading the troops.

however, one time this grand plan of robbing the nearby saloon goes bad (if you've played rdr2, think the end of chapter two, which leads to the van der linde gang having to leave horseshoe overlook) and the gang scatters, having agreed that if something goes wrong, they split up to make it harder for law enforement to catch up with them.

steve is injured, he's shot and he's got a dislocated shoulder, and he's not doing too well when his horse takes him to this ranch – and you guessed it, introducing rancher!danny. he's got a pretty peaceful ranch life; he's got some horses, some cattle, and he's got his ranch dog, eddie. what he wasn't expecting was for a wounded and bruised outlaw, who most definitely has a bounty over his head, and his stressed out mustang to come crashing into their lives.

and it'll be a little cliché, because as danny manouvers coping with steve and the way the outlaw is used to sleeping in a tent, and change camps every week, while still making sure he heals up, and steve learns the pace of the ranch, figuring out that cattle is far from his thing, but the horses he can truly help with, he decides to clean up and offers to help out at the ranch permanently, wanting to pay off his debt to the state and to danny.

and they'll fall a little in love but, yknow, that's life.

a little scene for that comes here:

"look, mcgarrett, there're bounty hunters looking for you all over, what's to say i don't turn you over to them, and make sure i never see your scar-face again?" danny crossed his arms over his chest, the dust from the gravel settling around his boots as he comes to a stop a few feet from where steve was sitting on the steps to the porch, eddie slumbering in the shade behind him.

"what's to say i haven't waited for that to happen?" steve grumbled, rolling his eyes a little, though not being able to hide the wince as he stood up. danny's home-made stitches to the gash on his side had worked, better than anything steve could have done himself, but it still pulled on his skin whenever he moved. "you don't get to live a bad life, the way i have, and have good things happen to you."

danny huffed out a chuckle, turning his head to look towards the horses' pasture, where steve's muscular grullo dun mustang stuck out like a sore thumb next to danny's elegantly built and darkly coloured thoroughbreds. yet, the horse looked perfectly at home – just the way it had looked perfectly normal to see steve sitting on the porch. "well, it's a good thing some of us happens to believe in second chances." he noticed how his words caused steve to go still, the hand that had landed on his saddle slipping from the smooth leather in surprise. "you're not going anywhere, mcgarrett."

then for the second one, well it's kind of cheating for me to put this here, because i actually started writing down some stuff for it on the plane but oh well–

also this has probably been done before? i've read some variants of steve ending in jersey as a kid and meeting danny, but i haven't read exactly this one–

it's steve, along with mary and john, who has to enter the witness security programme after doris' death (she stays dead in this one homies), and they get sent to new jersey, where the agency has got them a good house in a family friendly neighbourhood. steve mostly closes himself off, somewhere between having to leave himself being "the kid from hawaii" in their house on oahu, and john tending extra to mary who's not coping so well with the situation.

but then there's this fiesty next-door neighbour kid, who occasionally climbs out the window of his bedroom, and lounges on the roof with a cigarette when the night sky is draped above their heads, and this is the same kid who makes fun of steve and his bag of football equipment, but still lends him a pencil and covers his ass in class when steve's too caught up in his own mind to pay attention.

turns out maybe this fiesty baseballer, danny, is everything steve needs to get out of his head, at the same time as stella and bridget is everything mary needs to warm up. and this too is a little cliché with two boys finding their way in life and love and all that jazz, and when they finally get the chance to move back to hawaii, steve's not so sure he's ready to yet, because leaving for hawaii would mean leaving danny ... and for the first time since steve was born, he's not so sure hawaii's home anymore.

aaaand a little scene from that:

steve was looking far too at home where he was sprawled across danny's floor, face buried in the pillow he had fallen asleep on mere hours before. "steve, get up you shit," danny huffed, nudging the side of steve's chest with his foot, receiving a groan in return from the teenager on the floor. "we were supposed to practice for this test, not sleep."

"you could just come down here and sleep with me," steve slurred, patting his hand around to find danny's leg and tug on the fabric of his sweatpants. "it's comfortable, i promise."

danny chuckled, thinking it over for a second, before throwing another pillow on the floor, and grabbing a blanket. "alright then, but if my shoulder's sore and i get shit at practice because of it, i'm blaming you." he grinned, wrapping steve's arm around himself, enjoying the comfort of the taller boy as he enveloped himself around steve. "if my parents find us like this, i'm blaming you."

he felt steve's lips split into a smirk against his hairline, the soft puffs of steve's breath tickling against his neck. "that's a risk i'm willing to take."

#writing asks!#give me a book and i'll tell you about a fanfic #h50 fic #mcdanno #outlaw!steve mcgarrett #rancher!danny williams #witsec!mcgarrett family

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obsoleteozymandias · 1 year

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Hello, it's your local DE fan! I'm sorry to hear that you'll be busy, don't stress yourself too much.

I was wondering if I could get a Disco Elysium match up, please (and thank you). I go by Charlie and I'm genderfluid, I guess I'm fem presenting. Other names I've gone by are Al Doe, Zim, and Allie. I'm 5"1 and a half and have really long hair. Sometimes it gives me gender dysphoria but I keep it for when I'm feeling more fem, for braiding and for headbanging. I'm currently dark dirty blonde but I'm going to dye it red (more natural I think) soon. I'm also a Taurus sun sign but I also believe astrology is way more than just your sun sign. I'm a bit witchy and like to go on pendulum walks and do tarot readings. I want to get more into wicca but I have lots other things to handle before that.

I listened to a lot of indie rock music but I love music in general. Destroy Boys, Nickelback, The Crane Wives, Mother mother, NSP, Jack Stauber, Lemon Demon, Teddy Hyde, and Will wood are some of the bands I'm currently listening to. I'm also a big fan of Musicals with one of my favorites being Heathers and Be More Chill.

I love four wheeling, baking, reading, singing, and gaming. I specifically like rpg games, my favorite right now is obviously Disco Elysium. I also like playing Pokemon, Yokai watch, RDR2, Stardew valley, the "of lothing series" and, "cook, serve, delicious" no matter how angry it gets me. I'm a stoner and I would like my partner to be okay with smoking with me, not everytime. But smokey cuddle time with some music on (calmer music) sounds amazing. ( I mean so do smokey kisses.) I don't do anything harder but I do drink occasionally and smoke nic socially. I like almost all kinds of humor if done properly. I often flirt with my friends and say a lot of dirty or odd jokes. I've definitely made a few bewildered eyes look our way. I love being supportive so if you do something then you will know because I will tell you and literally go soccer mom on your ass.

I'm bisexual but I have an easier time getting with men (love men with a feminine touch just *chefs kiss) Women make me a lot more nervous when it comes to romance and even more so sexually. I'm going to college for culinary and business school but I'm doing the normal classes first. Sometimes I have a hard time going to school but lately I've been getting better. I'm incredibly smart and test well and remember stuff, but I fall asleep in class even when I get sleep at home.

I like people who are older than me or at least a bit more mature. Basically fatherless behavior but what you gonna do when old men hit a spot in you. I'm incredibly affectionate and love cuddles but sometimes just being around someone while reading or doing your own thing feels nice. I'm polyamourus and my dream relationship is with two 2 partners with an occasional third because of my social battery. My preference for men tends to be of the chubbier side but in all honesty I can make anything work if the personality is good. I love women in general, just so pretty.

The fastest way to get to my heart is to make me laugh and feed me good food. I also want someone who I can go on ADHD tangents with. I would say I'm pretty artistic as well, some of my favorite topics are hidden meaning, femininity, clowns, creatures, fae, uncanny valley, apocalyptic and nature.

If you need anymore you know who I am so feel free to ask. I could write so much about myself rn. Why can't I get this way with a resume?

Hi anon! I recognize you :) I made this one special for you mi amigues.

== Disco Elysium ==>

I match you up with…

Ruby

I firmly believe that the two of you are prefect for one anther. Both sorta punk-y, and women lovers. But you also share some of the same struggles, and that’s important in a partner.

First of all, the two of you would absolutely dye your hair together. She’s been through a plethora of colors, and so I imagine you’d help her pick out something that fits her, and she’d help you dye yours. You make little date nights out of it.

She’s also keen on helping you with dysphoria when you have it. I headcanon Ruby as trans, and so I think the two of you may share similar experiences. She knows best how to help when you’re feeling out of it, and is a very sympathetic shoulder to lean on.

Ruby would be interested in your belief in witchy things and astrology. She’s much more of a practical person, so those kinds of things normally don’t interest her, but I imagine coming from you she’d find them pretty intriguing.

She’d also love to go on pendulum walks with you.

Ruby is definitely into punk rock and the more indie music scene, so I can imagine the two of you rocking out together and listening to music while simply enjoying one another’s presence. Maybe you go to concerts together and have the time of your lives, or maybe you stay home and sing along in your own private concert.

I don’t imagine she’d be super keen on musical theater, but she’d find your enthusiasm for it endearing enough. Maybe she’d find some of the black comedies entertaining.

Ruby hasn’t played many games in her time, but I think she’d adore horror games and anything that she can play with you.

She’d absolutely be down for some RPG Maker horror games, and I imagine that’s an area where the two of you would have a lot of common ground.

But also, imagine a stardew valley date night with the two of you playing and you teaching her the ropes. She’d spend a lot of her time in the mines getting you diamonds and all sorts of goodies.

Ruby absolutely smokes, so the two of you could totally have high cuddles. Maybe watch some ghibli movies and talk about whatever comes to mind while perfectly stoned.

Ruby is absolutely flustered by you if you go soccer mom on her. She’s not used to receiving a lot of praise or loyalty, so you cheering her on and being in her corner is insanely precious to her.

Given her trust issues, I think she’d have a hard time coming around to believing that you’re being genuine, but when she got there, she’d already be so deeply in love with you.

Ruby gets being nervous around pretty women. I imagine she’d get extremely nervous around you at first, being very secretive and not talking much. But I think the two of you would start a beautiful friendship that would grow into an equally beautiful relationship.

Ruby admires your intelligence quite a lot. She needs someone who can keep up with her rants on the pale and technology, and she’s glad that she’s found that someone in you.

Also, culinary school? She’s secretly delighted when you cook something amazing for her. She’s used to eating shitty microwave foods, so a fresh meal from someone she loves would be an absolute delight.

Ruby is not the most affectionate person, being very awkward when confronted with affection in the first place, mostly because she’s been used in the past. But when you cuddle her she can feel herself decompress like a deflating balloon. You bring her a sense of peace that she has not known since she was a young girl playing pinball.

Ruby has dirty sense of humor too, so the two of you are always cracking jokes and remarks to each other and breaking out into laughter. Ruby doesn’t try to draw attention to herself, but she can’t help how hard she laughs around you.

Overall, I think the two of you are a match made in Elysium. You’ve got her back, she has yours, and she’s infinitely thankful to have you in her life ♥️

#oz’s requests #disco elysium matchup #matchups #disco elysium x reader #ruby disco elysium

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year

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If RDR2 could have different outcomes and could be played in different ways plot-wise, my replay would include giving Dutch to the authorities on the first encounter with them. The gang lives and walks away—all the good people, all the women, the children. I, as Arthur, would never collect any debts, therefore Arthur never gets sick. Then he finds a person that will cherish him. In my mind it's John. I know thy canon wise they'd rather let Charles do it, it makes sense, but Arthur would have a decent life either way. He'd live in peace with who he is and there wouldn't be Dutch to shame or scold him.

And my personal favourite, if available, for which I wouldn't feel bad at all: Arthur gets to kill Micah before he does too much damage. I've sensed Micah was bad news since the very beginning, even during my first playthrough. I don't need that asshole in Arthur's life. I definitely don't want Micah to have any opportunity to injure and/or kill Arthur.

I also would like to think Hosea stays alive and finds his own place in life, without Dutch in it. That's probably one of the most sane characters since we're introduced to the game. You don't learn about it for quite a while, but he is. "Maybe Dutch has finally lost his mind."

ALSO. Kieran never dies. That kid deserved waaaay better.

RDR2 is such an amazing game, it still has a hold on me. I really wish it could have been played in a completely different path. That would feel so gratifying. I really miss the game and its world.

I also miss Arthur. His voice is like a cosy blanket. Him wearing a poncho gives me extra feelings. And his personality... I want to believe that he'd learn to love himself and believe that he deserves good things in his life. Everything about him and this universe hits way harder after some time you already finished the game. It's genuinely one of the best pieces of media/art I ever encountered and played.

I wish RDR1 was officially on Steam. I'd buy and play it immediately. What a world. What a story.

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #natisplaying #if I'm rambling idc #hosea matthews #micah bell #kieran duffy

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bunnywifegames · 5 months

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Your bun is currently on their RDR2 hyperfixation again, and even though I've played this game three times now, I'm still as in love with it as I was the first time. Sometimes I wish I could erase my memory and experience it all over again. This game is absolutely beautiful and immersive and so goddamn good! Of course, it's not perfect, but nothing ever is. And to me this game is well worth the praise that it gets. There's a reason so many of us keep coming back to it and keep experiencing more and more things!!

Even with all of my playthroughs AND watching other people play, I'm still experiencing new things!! It's got so much replay value, and that's incredibly important to me with a lot of my games. I like being able to come back and have a brand new experience, or at the very least just enjoy it all over again. One and done games are also just as enjoyable, but it's just great for me to hyperfocus on if I can keep going.

Right now in my playthrough I'm trying to 100%, which I know not a lot of ppl can do for such a massive game. But I'm trying!! It's always my favorite thing to do in games, and it just got harder over the years bc of how big games can get. I don't complain, though, because I love big games as much as I like small and short games.

Hunting and fishing are my absolute favorite things to do, and honestly they're just so much fun. It can be a little finicky at times, but overall it's solid and I haven't had too many problems. Honestly, I was surprised after hearing how annoying some of the hunting has been known to be, but honestly I haven't run into too many problems on my personal playthrough.

This game still holds up after this long, and I'm just really excited to experience this all over again another time. Putting in this many hours into a game that's special to me is literally just so much fun and I just wanted to go on a ramble for a minute about it. Because this game means so much to me, as does the characters and the world.

#bunny musings #bunny plays rdr2 #bunnywife discussions

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kimsuyeon · 8 months

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hi lili ! i would like to ask for: 🎊 , 🎮 , and 🎨 please <3

🎊 - UMMM i will be so honest i have been so behind on cbs...... but i guess zb1 (is it rlly a comeback when it is their debut.. anyways) bc i was pleasantly surprised with their music considering . its from wakeone. and also i haven't enjoyed bg releases as much recently so liking it to the point i got the album was so exciting 4 me

🎮- YUP stardew valley (expanded mod on)!! and then honkai star rail and genshin impact. mayhaps i will play through rdr2 again too if i feel like crying wailing sobbing bleeding

🎨 - i have giffed so much this is terrible its like picking my favorite child... i will say my pink fits set bc i was so happy the pinks and my coloring were cohesive i felt so powerful. also maybe this singular sunwoo gif bc it was from a 1080.. or 720 idr... photoshoot behind that was ugly and hideous. but i've liked all my gifs nd i think i've gotten better at my comp sets !!! i also found master mv files which is so sexy and cool

#. . . letters #. . . games #from : jikyu

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sunshinexlollipops · 1 year

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Hello! Was just re reading one of your fics thats a favorite of mine and was thinkin' bout ya. How are you doing? 🫶

hello, anon!

I'm doing better. getting over some bug I got about a week ago now and I'm preparing to travel again. otherwise I've just been busying myself and finding what I can that interests me. currently have a hyperfixation on planes and I've been playing microsoft flight sim. whatever keeps the mental boat floatin lol.

I may pick up TLOU pt.1 soon bc I've been enjoying cyberpunk 2077 since December but it's gone a wee bit stale on me. esp for having to do a LOT of the same missions over and over. I've also considered possibly picking up rdr2 again but I kinda need something *new* to sink my teeth into first.

oh, I got my nicer telescope yesterday! my dad ordered me a better one right after my bday / comment hunting. the initial one he got me was like a glorified set of binoculars if you weren't looking towards the moon, so he wanted to upgrade me bc I was so into stargazing. this scope came with a lot of star maps and booklets, so I'm interested in hunting some stuff down and learning more about it. I'm still putting the scope together tho bc it's wayyyyy more complicated in construction and function, but I can tell it's gonna be a stellar difference! :)

otherwise I'm just getting by. therapy went well and I'm still improving slowly but surely. dipping my toes back into stuff I can enjoy has really helped me reconnect. I wanna make more art soon and I may write a one shot of some sort to stretch the writing muscles, so we'll see.

I may not have much time before I travel (I leave in about a week) and getting what I need done before I go while getting over being sick, but I'll see what's possible! :)

(I'm also gonna have several hours-long layovers, and I'm considering bringing my laptop along, so I may make something work in that regard.)

again ty for asking about me and checking in! I appreciate! I feel like a damn snail reemerging from its shell or something, but these things take time. I appreciate you reading around my works too and thinking of me! maybe I'll be able to produce something new if I can manage a oneshot of somethin, ya? :)

#anon #anon ask #luffy asks

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manic-kagura · 2 years

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So I started playing rdr2 like 3 days ago (as a means of holding me over till SV). I wasn't expecting much out of it - I'm really not into cowboy aesthetics and nothing I play will ever top ghost of tsushima - I started purely bc I wanted to collect pretty horses.

I'm having fun so far, although I really can't connect to many of the characters. Maybe it's just bc I don't like the rough and rowdy character tropes. I hate almost everyone at this camp, I've been back talking them out loud (also the stable owners always make fun of my horse names??? Fuck you, Butters is a fantastic name for MY horse LMAO).

Anyway. Even if I'm not fond of characters, I AM fond of the little details I've been seeing. I can't say I saw too many of those in ghost, but that game has me attached to everyone so it's kind of the opposite here. Both of these games HAVE taught me I seem to just really enjoy playing games where I can explore a country before big cities ever popped up. They've both got very pretty landscapes.

Also apparently I'm the queen of finding horse glitches bc oh my god. My poor horses every time.

#personal #rdr2 #ghost of tsushima #text #im having fun tho!

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gaaavin · 3 years

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Edmund Lowry Jr.

Hiya! I've had another idea and wanted to write something for it, too. It’s inspired by / based on that serial killer in RDR2. Feel free to give me feedback or whatever you'd like. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Words: 4.9 k

Summary: You thought it'd be an easy job with a nice prey at the end of the evening, until everything took the wrong turn.

Warnings: angst, mentions of torture but nothing too graphic, kidnapping, thoughts about death but with a happy ending

Finally, some green around you. That was your first thought, after you and the whole Van der Linde gang had arrived in Horseshoe Overlook. It was a lovely camp with a beautiful view. You sure could stay here for a longer period this time, hopefully. The constant moving took a toll on everyone just as much as the running from the law. Before finally settling into your current camp, all of you had to flee from Blackwater. A job there had gone terribly wrong and there was talk about Dutch losing control and shooting a woman. You hadn’t been there at that moment but you just couldn’t imagine that something like this would ever occur. The Dutch you knew would never harm any innocent folks. This escape resulted in an overhasty departure for the mountains – Colter had been the place of refuge up there. It was cold and you almost had no supplies. You generally liked the cold weather and snow but the storm up there you all had to endure was way too much to enjoy it at all. For now, though, you tried to push the negative thoughts away, instead concentrating on your new surroundings.

About a week after all things had been unpacked, you decided to go into the nearest town – Valentine. Dutch was right about all of you needing money urgently and you of course wanted to contribute, too. You saddled your mount up and rode out, but not before telling Karen where you wanted to go. “I’ll check, if I can find anything interesting in Valentine. Do you need something from the store while I’m in town?” you asked her. Her response coming promptly. “Some candies would be nice, would make these days here a lot more enjoyable.” As she concluded her answer, she winked at you earning her a small laugh on your part. After nodding, you spurred your horse and went into town.

The first thing you noticed was the smell, even before you entered the city at all. The second thing was the auction yard. Well, that explains it. No wonder it smells like horseshit everywhere around here, you thought as you entered the city. The people seemed friendly towards you, greeting you here and there. Although, you knew that you shouldn’t get on the town’s bad side. Some of the guys from your camp had caused trouble in the saloon some days ago and let’s just say that they aren’t as welcome in there anymore.

One of the boys was Arthur, your- well, you didn’t know what exactly the two of you were. Back in Blackwater your friendship slowly turned into something more intimidate, even romantic, with it peaking one drunken night around the campfire when you shared your first ever kiss. The sparks flew through the air and you felt like you were on cloud nine, being the happiest you had been in months. Since then, though, it felt like Arthur was avoiding you. Or maybe you were just imagining things. After all, you two hadn’t had much time after all the fighting, shed blood and the running after that. You had a special bond with Arthur like you’ve never had with anyone before – even before your relationship went to some sort of next level. You could communicate without words, understanding the other in more than one precarious situation. Currently, Arthur was away to get Sean back from those bounty hunters – that’s at least what John had told you earlier. You tried to push the thoughts of Arthur to the back of your head, trying to focus on the task at hand – find a lead or somebody to rob.

As you finally arrived at the saloon across the gunsmith, you hitched your horse and entered the facility. You were greeted with warm, liquor-filled air as you headed towards the bar, letting your eyes wander around. Drunk men were an easy prey. Before leaving camp, you had put on nice clothes, that were quite revealing. For you, that was the best way to gather information about anything or to rob someone. You mostly played either the damsel in distress or someone looking for some night company and most of the men fell for it every time, letting you close enough for you to relieve them of their valuables or information. Either was welcome.

After some time, your eyes landed on a stranger, that was looking directly at you. Bingo! You tried to approach him with your best smile. “Hey stranger.” You said, earning you a small smile from him. He had something odd to him. You couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but something about him put you off and gave you goosebumps all over. For now though, you tried to ignore your gut feeling. You were experienced in the things you did on an almost daily basis. Even if he could possibly be some sort of danger for you, you would definitely be able to defend yourself. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time some drunk feller had inappropriate thoughts about you.

“Hey there.” He grinned at you. As you took a real first look at him, the thing you noticed right away were his eyes. You were a firm believer that the eyes displayed the door to the soul and his were just so… dark. Not just the color but also their aura. They had a strange glint to them and there was something deeper hiding behind them. Something bad maybe? Nonetheless, you offered him a drink and ignored your gut feeling again. After all, you wanted your camp members to have something to eat or rob in the future. “You seem lonely tonight. May I offer you a drink and maybe my company?” you asked him while fluttering your lashes. He seemed to think about his response for a moment, before finally saying. “Sure, that would be very kind of you. Thank you. Name’s Edmund Lowry Jr. May I ask yours?” You smiled innocently at him, before telling him a fake name.

Unfortunately, Mr. Lowry declined every further offer of you to buy him another drink. It would make things definitely more complicated if he didn’t want to get drunk. Quickly thinking of a plan B, you ultimately decided that you could just knock him out with the revolver hidden under your clothes if you’d be able to lead him to a more secluded area somewhere outside. He had told you earlier that he was a rich man and owned some land outside of Valentine, so the prey was too rewarding to not at least try to rob him. Although your plan was pretty dangerous, you put it into action by asking him if he’d mind joining you for a small walk outside. “The air in here is really getting to me and I think I need some fresh, new air.” He grinned almost devilish at you, before offering you his arm to lead you outside.

Taking a stroll in the streets, you tried to steer him towards the stables. This terrain was secluded enough for you to hit him and flee without causing much of a scene or getting caught. He guided you towards the fields in the back of the stables, let go of your arm and took a step forward, facing the wide area behind Valentine. This was your moment. With his back to you, you reached under your clothes to grab the revolver but just in that moment he turned rapidly around and pointed towards the theatre. Out of sheer shock your revolver slipped from your hand. Damnit! You tried to drown out the clattering of your weapon with an awkward cough. “My dear” he started and you turned around to follow the direction of his finger. You now stood one step ahead of him and couldn’t see him. “Would you like to visit a show with me?” In that moment you heard him shuffle behind you. Bewildered, you turned around and everything went black.

Arthur came back to camp after successfully rescuing Sean from those bounty hunters in Blackwater with Charles, Javier and Trelawny. He was dead tired and just wanted to eat something and go straight to bed. As he dismounted his horse, he went directly to get some stew and grab a bottle. Along his way, he was greeted with a well done here and there. Arthurs eyes wandered around camp, searching for you but you were nowhere to be found. It wasn’t strange for you to be absent; you often went to look for jobs and therefore were away for some days. Nevertheless, he was a bit disappointed to not be able to talk to you. The both of you hadn’t really had the chance to properly speak, especially not about your situation. He was so goddamn afraid of what was to come, of what you had done to him – he had opened his heart for you unwillingly and wasn’t sure if he could handle another proper relationship. What if you left him? What if one day you woke up and decided that he wasn’t what you wanted anymore. He couldn’t deal with another heart break.

After Arthur finished his stew, he went directly to bed. This night a welcome party for Sean was set to be celebrated and he just wanted to close his eyes a little bit before that. After some hours of more or less peaceful sleep – after all the party was being prepared and people were rummaging everywhere in camp – Arthur finally got up and let his eyes wander around camp in search for you again. “They aren’t here. Karen told me earlier.” Arthur looked to his left from where that characteristic voice came from. “Marston.” Arthur greeted him before John continued. “They went to scout for any leads in Valentine.” Arthur furrowed his eyebrows. Was it really that obvious to others? He decided to play dumb in hopes that he’d eventually be left alone. “I don’t know what you mean. Am not looking for anyone.” John smirked knowingly as he countered. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. Don’t you dare to think I’m stupid. I have eyes, Morgan and I know you pretty well.” Arthur sighed, slightly nodding. “Yeah, whatever.”

The celebration was pretty fun. Almost the whole gang was gathered around the campfire, singing songs away happily. These were the times in which Arthur almost forgot that they were actually running from the law. Of course, they had done that before but it never seemed as bad as it was now. Blackwater left a stain on everyone in one way or another, Colter wasn’t much better for regaining strength. His rock, though, has always been you. Since he’s gotten to know you, you always were able to calm him down, ease his nerves and see right through him no matter how inaccessible he tried to appear. You weaseled your way right into his heart. Although your way of life was a dangerous one, he knew deep down that you two were somehow meant for each other – understanding each other on a level he’s never had with anyone before.

As the night went on, Arthur’s mind always wandered back to you. He just wasn’t able to get you out of his head for even one goddamn night. Soon, he said his goodbyes and went to his tent, writing down his thoughts first before finally retiring to bed. By midday the following day you still weren’t in camp and Arthur started to worry, a bad feeling creeping up on him. Should he go search for you? No one knew how long you’d be gone. But even if you were just at the saloon or wherever it wouldn’t hurt to check in on you. Maybe you two would even be able to spend some quality time together after everything that has happened.

Soon after, Arthur mounted his horse and rode off, shortly after arriving in Valentine. Where should he start to search for you? Maybe the saloon? After all, it was so to say the heart of the town. If here was going on anything, he’d find his answers in there. After arriving at the facility, he immediately recognized your horse. So, they’re here, he thought to himself. Relieved, he finally swung the doors open and headed towards the bar. His eyes roamed the room, but found you nowhere. That struck him odd. You wouldn’t ever leave your horse behind somewhere. Just as Arthur sat down at the bar, the bartender spoke up. “Oh no, not you again mister. I don’t want any more trouble in here.” Arthur sighed, before replying. “I’m not here to cause trouble mister. I’m actually looking for a friend of mine. Have you seen them?” Arthur gave the man behind the bar a brief description of you and looked at him expectantly after he finished. The bartender seemed to think about it for a moment, before saying “Oh my memory isn’t the best, Mister. Maybe a little tip of yours could help it.” Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes while reaching in his bag to throw some coins towards the man behind the bar, adding “Now spit it” with gritted teeth. “Thank you. Well, I have indeed seen them in here. Yesterday they spoke to a man, seemed pretty cozied up, flirting the whole night. They left together, too. Seemed to go towards the hotel.” “Anything else?” Arthur asked. “No, not really. It’s just… That man that was with them yesterday seemed fairly strange. I didn’t have a good feeling with him. I can’t explain it really, but he was rather sinister.” Arthur thanked the man, before heading outside to try and track your footprints. He knew that you wouldn’t go with a man into his hotel room just like that, at least not to actually engage with him. You just weren’t the type for something like this. Hopefully, Arthur could track you down quickly. He didn’t have a good feeling in this.

As you slowly came back to your senses, your head practically screamed at you. It hurt like hell. What happened? You forced your eyes open and although the room was dimly lit, you tried to take in your environment. Where am I? So many questions came crushing down on you all at once as you tried to comprehend what you were seeing around you. While examining your surroundings, your eyes landed on the wall. There were many reports of missing persons. Where the hell am I? Letting your eyes travel further, the next thing they saw was blood. A whole lot of blood. Everywhere. And was that… a corpse in the corner? I need to get out of here immediately. You thought terrified and tried to move, but didn’t get away. You were tied up. God damn it! Your movements seemed to attract the attention of something or someone else in there. So, I’m not alone in here. You didn’t know whether that soothed your nerves or made everything worse. Just in that moment a voice from somewhere near sounded. “Oh good, you’re finally awake.”

Arthur finally arrived near the stables where your tracks ended, your horse in tow as well. Hmm, seems like someone was dragged from here to a horse. He examined the surrounding ground as he suddenly saw something shiny near one of the barrels. As he got closer to the object, his mouth fell slightly agape while his brows furrowed simultaneously. It was your revolver, he recognized it immediately. It had a special engraving he bought you while out in Blackwater. You two had to grab some ammunition for a job beforehand and as you saw the engraving you were thrilled. It looked so pretty. Seeing you all excited, Arthur wanted you to have something nice reminding you of him that you always took with you – no matter where you went. So, it was even more concerning finding it laying here with you nowhere in sight. What happened to you?

You knew that voice. This couldn’t be… Or could it be the man from the saloon? Just as you tried to recall the events from the night before, the man came into sight. You turned your head to look at him, letting your eyes wander from his face further down to his hands. They held something shiny in them. Finally recognizing that it was a huge knife, your eyes widened in shock and you gulped audibly, starring at him blankly. “Lowry.” You managed to get out between gritted teeth, your voice sounding too hoarse to really sound mad. “Welcome to my most favorite place in the world. Save yourself thinking what is about to happen. Now, I’m not going to lie. It’s not going to be nice… and fun. I mean, it will be fun for me, but it won’t be nice for you. At least, no one’s found it nice so far. Maybe you’ll be the first.” Lowry laughed maniacally, before he continued. “Do you like pain? Is it your friend? It’s about to become your very close friend. Very close. But when it’s over…release. Glorious release. Now, there’s no point fighting. You might as well try and relax a little bit.” Lowry approached you slowly, looking almost peaceful while you wanted to scream, scratch his eyes out, just do anythingto escape the upcoming hell awaiting you. As Lowry moved the huge knife slowly closer and closer towards your torso, a thought came to your mind. It was one single thought that hadn’t occurred to you up until now; you weren’t going to make it out alive of here and you wouldn’t ever see your family or Arthur ever again. You were tied up too strong to escape. As the realization hit you, you let your desperate tears fall freely – hopefully he wouldn’t stretch it out too long and you didn’t have to suffer too much.

Arthur had a bad feeling, a really bad feeling about this. Something just wasn’t right. Things weren’t adding up. You’d never leave your two most precious things somewhere voluntarily. Something had happened to you and Arthur was determined to find out what that was, to find you above all. Hopefully alive. He thought to himself but pushed that thought away quickly. He couldn’t stand to think something like this. After all, you could handle yourself pretty well, right? Arthur had seen you many times shoot yourself out of a dicey situation. You were smart, not taking too many risks. But no matter what he knew about you, he knew just as certainly that this time something went the wrong way. He tried to track the hoofbeats up to a door on the ground. Maybe an entrance to a cellar? He thought to himself with his stomach dropping to the floor.

Arthur examined the door closely, eventually discovering the locket on it. He took a steadying breath, before attempting to crack it. His hands were shaking, he was so afraid of what he’d find behind that damn door. Just as he leaned closer towards the door and the lock to start cracking it, he heard a bloodcurdling scream from inside the cellar. Was that your voice? Oh damn, yes, that sounded definitely like you. His first thought was that he’d kill that bastard causing these sounds to escape from your lips. His second thought, though, was Thank God, you’re alive. As he finally was able to enter the room, he could hear heavy panting. He didn’t waste any time looking around, heading straight towards the source of the sounds. As you saw him, your eyes widened, shaking your head frantically. Your mouth was stuffed with some sort of white cloth, so you couldn’t speak to him. This is a trap! You wanted to scream at him. Arthur looked at you with a deep sadness in his eyes – and adoration. You looked like a complete mess. Everywhere on you was blood. Lowry cut along your torso and beat you, resulting in a black eye and a burst open lip. But nonetheless, Arthur had that look on him that he just gave you – a special soft one. It let the tears well up in you even more than before, now crying desperately.

Arthur couldn’t believe it. You were alive, but only barely. You looked like you went through hell and you probably been there for the last hours. How long have you been down here? At that thought, guilt overcame him completely. While he was in camp sleeping, partying with his family, you were being tortured and bearing unspeakable torment. How could he have been so dumb? He should’ve listened to his gut feeling, searching for you earlier. He sprinted towards you and wanted to free you from your bonds, beginning with your mouth. “Are you alright?” He asked you concerned, before looking you up and down for any deep wounds. “It’s- It’s a-“ you tried to answer him, but your throat was sore from all the screaming and the lack of fluids.

Arthur heard something behind him, a slight movement, but enough to cause him to turn around pretty quickly. Too quickly for Lowry, who hadn’t expected that. Lowry stumbled slightly back, hitting the wall with his back. Arthur took advantage of the confusion of his opposer and hit him hard, once, twice. Arthur was so furious. How dare that man to do something like this to you? How dare he touch you at all? All these thoughts were crushing down on him, altogether with his guilt about not being able to protect you. He beat him up, again and again and again. It was almost as if his fists moved alone by now. “Arthur, stop!” He heard your raspy voice, breaking with every syllable and it brought him back to reality. Lowry was knocked out and didn’t move anymore. Arthur shook his head as if shaking all those thoughts off for now. He tied Lowry up quickly, before rushing to you to finally free you for good. As you were finally free, you basically fell in Arthurs arms and just started to cry. It was a mixture of everything – pain, fear, but also relief and gratitude. Arthur helped you up the stairs and lifted you up on his horse. After that he sprinted back to get Lowry and loaded him on your horse and finally mounted behind you in his horse.

The way to the Sherriff’s office was quiet. No one said a word. You were sniffling and resting against Arthurs body with your eyes closed, while he soothingly rubbed circles and held you close so that you wouldn’t slip off his mount. “I’m gonna bring him in and tell the Sheriff where to find that damn cellar and after that, I’ll finally bring you home. Just wait here a second. I’ll be back in a moment.” You nodded slightly, hoping it wouldn’t take too much time. You just wanted to head back to camp and sleep it all off.

After a short time, you heard a shot from the office. Your eyes widened in shock and your heart started to thump heavy in your chest. What was happening in there? After a few moments, Arthur finally came out again. “That bastard tried to kill the Sheriff. I had to shoot him.” You just nodded, sighing relieved, while looking him up and down for any injuries. “I’m fine. Now, let’s get you back home.”

The last few days have gone by in a blur. After you arrived back in camp, Ms. Grimshaw tended to your wounds and you were on a good way. Arthur hadn’t left your side all this time – bringing you stew, a coffee or just keeping you company. He wouldn’t even sleep in his own tent, always staying with you on a chair next to your kot. Today was the first time in days that you felt like you could walk around a bit – and you desperately needed it. Being trapped all those days in camp was making you go crazy. “Arthur, would you mind taking a walk with me?” you asked him. He seemed to contemplate for a moment. Shouldn’t you go easy a few more days and rest? “Arthur, please. I’m gonna go mad if I have to stay here for another day. Just a small walk along the shore. You’re with me, so what could possibly happen to me?” That question stung a bit. He couldn’t protect you before, why were you still feeling so safe with him? Nonetheless, Arthur finally agreed, offering you his arm to support you just in case you felt weaker again.

As the two of you arrived at the little beach, you held tightly onto his arm. You never wanted to let go. Coming to a halt, you two turned to watch the water. So peaceful. “You know...” you started, breathing in and out. “When I was trapped back there in that cellar, I really thought I wouldn’t make it. I thought that the last things I’d ever see would be blood on the walls and that bastards face with that devilish grin. I was so mad at myself for not listening to my gut feeling, for being so goddamn stupid, that I kinda felt like I deserved it. I thought that the last thing I’d hear would be that maniac’s laugh or my own screams. I thought that I’d never see daylight again, flowers, my family or you. Before that happened, I thought you were avoiding me or that you maybe thought that this kiss back in Blackwater was a mistake.” At that his head snapped towards you, watching you intently before you continued. “And I had regrets. Not about the kiss, of course, but about not telling you how I truly felt about you Arthur. I love you; I really do. I couldn’t bear not seeing you again. It broke my heart.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought back to your personal hell, Lowry’s most favorite place as he called it. This thought struck a nerve inside you, his voice echoing those exact words. Your tears started to fall freely by now and a chocked sound escaped your mouth. “I really thought I lost you, Arthur. I thought I lost against him. After all this time running, it would be a failed lead that had the power to end me.” You cried and just couldn’t stop. Arthur embraced you, pulling you tightly against him as if he never wanted to let you go again. While holding you like this, he said. “When I came back from rescuing Sean, I was disappointed you weren’t in camp. When you weren’t there for the welcome party I started to worry. But when I saw your horse outside of the saloon and you weren’t nowhere in sight, I panicked and freaked out. I knew you’d never leave him behind. I was so desperate to find you and just so goddamn afraid. Afraid, I’d never see you again. That I’d lost you while I was back at camp relaxing. I wasn’t able to protect you, eating and sleeping while you were being tortured. That image of you tied up, covered in blood just won’t leave my mind. Maybe if I went to look for you earlier, you didn’t have to endure all this. I couldn’t protect you and I’ll never forgive myself for that and I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

You slightly leaned back to look him in the eyes that were filled with so much sorrow and guilt, it made your heart ache. “Arthur” you began, while cupping his cheek with your hand, the other still holding tightly onto him. “This wasn’t your fault, do you hear me? There isn’t any chance in the world you could’ve prevented this. You know I normally can handle myself; it was a job gone terribly wrong. If anything, you saved me. You saved my life – I owe you my life, Arthur. Don’t you dare put this burden on your shoulders. I never asked you to come along with me, I went alone and I knew that something could happen. Believe me, this wasn’t your fault, not at all. Lowry did kidnap me, not you. He mistreated me, not you. He used his knife to hurt me, not you. Even if you had been there earlier, he still would’ve had more than enough time with me alone. Please believe me when I say, that there is nothing I have to forgive you. And there isn’t anything you have to forgive yourself. You couldn’t have changed this in any way. I should’ve listened to my sentiment. He had something strange about him from the beginning. But he told me that he was rich so I went for it nonetheless. “

Arthur still wasn’t fully convinced, but seemed more at peace – at least for the moment. “I really thought I lost you and I never want to lose you again. Back in Blackwater, I was so damn afraid of what we had but now I can’t get into my head how foolish that was of me. I love you, too, so damn much. And if you’ll still have me, would you want to be mine?” You were smiling through your tears, as you nodded and finally kissed Arthur the second time in your life. This time, though, with more certainty than ever before.

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