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wodnikszuwarek · 2 years

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Happy Pride! Here is all canonically queer jrwi characters :))

Player Characters:

Gillion Tidestrider - Asexual

Jay Ferin - Bisexual

William Wisp - Bisexual

Rumi - Queer, unlabelled

Peter Sqloint - Queer (exact sexuality not confirmed)

In episode 11 of Apotheosis, Peter was revealed to have feelings for Rumi.

Kian Stone - Bisexual

Shilo Bathroy - Aromantic

In episode 7 of the Suckening, Bizly responded "he's not really capable of that" to Grizzly asking if Shilo has romantic feelings towards Edward Twilight after drinking his blood.

Br'aad Vengolor - Gay

Taxi - Pansexual

Kasper - Gay

Honorable mentions:

Vyncent Sol is implied to be romantically interested in William Wisp, who is canonically bisexual. It's unclear whether or not it's just a running joke, or genuine subtext. Additionally, in the same stream in which Condi confirmed Jay to be bisexual, he also mentioned Vyncent "doesn't have a canon sexuality".

Arthur Morgan developed some feelings for Deacon Keller after the blood exchange between them. However, since it was a result of vampire magic, it's hard to tell whether any genuine attraction was involved.

Velrisa Grayrock was implied to be bisexual by her player, Wheatie, in one of his streams, around a year after the Fated campaign was cut short.

Charlie once jokingly said Br'aad has a vagina when someone in the (now deleted) JRWI discord server compared the kazoo strapped to Br'aad's side to a tampon. This was most likely a joke, but it could imply Br'aad to be a trans man.

NPCs:

Lizzie - Lesbian

In episode 101 of Riptide, Lizzie has been confirmed to have dated a woman in the past. In addition to this, the beads in her hair in her official design are the colors of the lesbian flag.

Ezme - Genderfluid

Jasmine Drake - Trans man

(also there is canonically no transphobia in the Riptide world!)

Le frog - Queer (implied mlm)

Le Frog and Pencil Man being together has been a common joke between PD fans for a while, Bizly acknowledged it a few times as well and seemed to approve.

Honorable mentions:

Queen uses any pronouns.

The God of Charisma uses he/they pronouns.

Pencil Man is implied to have been romantically involved with Le Frog before the events of the Prime Defenders campaign.

Deacon Keller has developed some feelings for Arthur after the blood exchange between them. However, since it was a result of vampire magic, it's hard to tell whether any genuine attraction was involved.

Strangle MaCock was implied to reciprocate Kasper's feelings.

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amorgansgal · 2 years

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Maybe some mlm soft moments with Arthur Morgan for some pride month love? Gay cowboys I’m telling ya! (I love a lot of your writing btw!)

Maybe it could go like: Arthur purposely leaving camp for a while to hand pick his own flowers he thinks reader would like while reader is going around asking what they would get for Arthur? Just need some sweet cowboy loving 😭

Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈 I bashed this out when I was tipsy and a bit tired, so apologies for any typos. But thank you and yes, I've been thinking of doing some more mlm and wlw pairings to celebrate! Planning to do something with Molly, but who to put her with...? Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you for being sweet and lovely!

Warnings: None, just a little heated kissing!

‘What the hell am I doin’?’ Arthur thinks to himself as he plucks up the long green stem, dotted with bright blueish, purple flowers and gathers it into the small bouquet of daisies, poppies and wisteria. He doesn’t know much about flowers and he’s not sure if you do either. He’s always appreciated them when riding through, enjoyed the way the Texas bluebonnets sway gently in the breeze and he gallops by on Thorn. The way the provide such colour and contrast against the dark green of the nearby woods and the slate grey of the mountains that loom in the distance.

On quiet days, he brings you to Little Creek River and admired you as you lay back on the soft grass, the flowers sending rippling shadows over your cheeks and mouth. You would kick of your boots, close your eyes and he relished seeing that soft, hidden smile on your lips. Arthur’s drawn you like that more times than he can count, but he can never quite capture the calm, peaceful look on your handsome face.

He briefly thinks about tossing the flowers. What the hell were you going to do with a bouquet of flowers? It weren’t like there were any vases or jugs you could put them into and doubtless Grimshaw would make a stink about using good, clean water for flowers. But he wanted to do something nice for you, something special. There wasn’t rhyme or reason, he just wanted to.

‘Because you love him, you fool!’ his brain muttered in response. Arthur scowled, then sighed and looked down at the messy garland. Maybe his mind had a point, maybe that was the truth of the matter. Maybe he was stupidly in love with you, but was too much of a coward to even tell you so.

~~~

‘Hey… uh… Hosea, what… if you were to get Arthur a present, what would you get him?’ You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

‘A present?’ Hosea folds his newspaper and places it down on the table. He looks at you keenly. ‘Arthur’s birthday isn’t until 30th July, you’ve got plenty of time. In any case, he isn’t much one for presents.’

‘Yeah, I figured.’ You sigh, sometimes it was difficult getting Arthur to even tell you if he was hungry or tired, let alone if he wanted or needed anything! For a dangerous, bad man, he was a surprisingly selfless one! Always putting the camp and everyone in it first, before himself. Maybe that is why you want to give him something, anything to show your appreciation of him.

Hosea glances at Dutch’s tent and gives you a small smile. ‘But I suppose if I was held at gunpoint and forced to get Arthur a present it would probably be… Hmm… Well he writes in his journal a fair bit-’

‘I’d already thought of that. Seems a bit of a cop out.’

‘You want to get him something more… meaningful?’ Hosea raises a brow and a keen stare. You suddenly become very interested in your hands, you feel that Hosea might already know about yours and Arthur’s relationship. You’ve yet to tell the rest of the camp about your relationship, but perhaps you should’ve known that nothing would get past Hosea.

‘Yeah, I guess.’

Hosea taps his fingers on the table and frowns, then smiles at you. ‘He’s a difficult one. But you know, I think if you get him something that you’ve put a lot of thought and heart into, he’ll love it either way. Why don’t you go into town and see if anything stands out to you?’

You nod. Hosea isn’t really helping much and you just feel that you will stand in the Valentine store scanning the shelves for an eternity, before buying something for Arthur’s horse! ‘Sure, thanks for your help, Hosea.’

He picks up his newspaper and gives you a quick wink and a smile, before resuming his reading. You scoop up your hat and pull on your jacket, then mount your horse and head out to Valentine.

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You sigh as you leave the shop. You really aren’t sure on the gift you got, but maybe it’s best to follow Hosea’s advice. As long as your heart has gone into choosing the present, then hopefully Arthur will appreciate it, even if it’s not something he’s thought to buy himself before.

‘Oh!’

You look up and find Arthur standing by the steps leading up to the store. You come to such a sudden stop, that you almost trip down the stairs. Arthur puts out a hand that lands on your chest, to prevent you from tumbling down the steps and landing face first into the dust and dirt of the road. Even with that small touch, you feel a warm rush of affection flood through you. You wish you could jump into his arms and kiss him. Instead, you can only give him a fond smile and a surreptitious pat on his shoulder.

‘Hey there,’ – you glance around and grin, there’s no one around who could hear you – ‘handsome!’

Arthur’s cheeks immediately flame pink, he lowers his head and hides his bashful smile and bright eyes with the rim of his hat. ‘Hey there,’ – he coughs nervously – ‘Hey there, uh… you!’

You roll your eyes, but couldn’t love him more if you tried! ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Thought you were scoping out a coach in Strawberry?’

‘I was. It’s done now.’ He chuckles to himself. ‘Done pretty well, snuck around the back and managed to pick the lock as they were riding along. You’d think they were off on a day out to the beach, than carrying $500!’

‘Well, how about we get something from the saloon to celebrate then? My treat!’ You add quickly, so he won’t be tempted to insist on paying.

Arthur looks a little worried about the idea, he rubs the back of his neck and toes his boot into the dust near the steps. ‘Ah, I was actually wondering if we could go down to the river, go somewhere a bit more private… can still buy some food and drink if yer hungry.’

You happily nod. In fairness, you like the sound of that idea a good deal more than the same beef stew or lamb’s fry and watery beer. ‘Sounds good to me!’

~~~

Arthur takes another swig of the beer he brought and tries not to make it too obvious that he’s admiring your rear as you fish nearby. You’ve been standing there for nearly half an hour now, without much luck of anything nibbling. The only thing you’ve caught is a tiny bluegill, barely a mouthful.

‘C’mon,’ he mutters. ‘Yer may as well eat somethin’ decent. Don’ think yer goin’ to catch anythin’ before we’ll have to head back to camp soon.’

He gets the feeling that you may have used fishing as a way to avoid providing an answer as to what you were doing in town. You sigh and put away the fishing rod. Then stomp back over to Arthur. He chuckles on seeing the small frown on your face.

‘C’mon now handsome, ain’t no need to look so sore!’

‘Jus’ trying to prove myself a man.’

‘By catchin’ fish?’ Arthur asks.

You land on the blanket with a thud and slouch against a tree stump. You toss the fishing rod aside. ‘Yeah, guess we can’t all be gifted as ‘Arthur-Oh-I’m-shit-at-fishing-but-watch-me-land-this-huge-ass-bass-Morgan!’

Arthur laughs and passes a bottle of whiskey to you. ‘Huge ass bass?’

You try to keep your frown in place, but wind-up snorting with laughter as you take a gulp of the whiskey and cough fiercely. Arthur chuckles and pats you on the back. ‘Easy there. Yer don’ need to prove yerself as a man by catching fish!’ He grins mischievously. ‘Think I know of other ways yer can prove tha’.’

He nuzzles your neck and jaw, his large warm hand cupping your chin and his teeth nipping along the line of your neck, following up to your earlobe and making you shiver as he kisses and suckles it. You bite back a moan, but Arthur presses you down onto the blanket and you enjoy the weight and strength of him. He lifts himself up a bit to look at you and then kisses you, nipping at your lips, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you to him. His hand runs through your hair and you try not to whimper.

‘Thought I was meant to be eating something,’ you say, when you manage to get a quick gasp of air into your lungs.

‘We got time, sweetheart, ain’t no need to rush things!’ Arthur’s smug grin makes you slap his arm.

As he unbuttons your shirt and kisses down your chest, you happen to glance towards the river, where both your horses are tethered to a nearby tree. In one of Thorn’s saddle bags you can see a bright spray of flowers, wilting a little in the warm afternoon sun. You shoot upright without much warning and Arthur tumbles off you.

‘Jesus! Could give a man a little warnin’ if yer goin’ to do that!’ he grumbles, then spots where your gaze lies. ‘Ah! Oh! Shit!’ he mutters, then runs over to his horse and pulls the flowers out. He looks a little embarrassed and flustered by their wilted appearance.

‘Dammit,’ he says, then cautiously presents the flowers to you. ‘Sorry, they were much nicer when I first got ‘em… but guess I got distracted when I saw you in town and… shit… I ain’t much good at this and if yer don’ want ‘em, it’s fine, just thought…’

You get to your feet, tenderly cup Arthur’s face and kiss him gently. He still wears his worried expression when you’re done trying to express how much you love this soft, daft man. ‘Arthur, they’re wonderful. I’ve never had anyone get me flowers before.’

‘Well… yeah… sorry, should’ve done better-’

You place your thumb over his lips so he can’t talk. ‘Stop it. They’re lovely and I’m grateful for them.’ You feel like your heart might explode and smile giddily. ‘Thank you.’ You take the bouquet from him.

You figure this might be the best time to give him his own gift and reach into your bag. ‘I… I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I-’

‘Yer got me a gift? Why? I don’ need anythin’!’

You laugh. ‘Yeah, I know. But I wanted to give you something because you’re a good, kind man Arthur Morgan.’

‘Now we both know I ain’t-’

You dig out the small wooden box before he can have a chance to even go down that avenue of thought. ‘It’s not really… well I don’t know if you’ll even like it, but if you don’t, I can take it back.’

He very slowly and tentatively opens the book. He frowns a little on seeing the small palette of paints and thin brush.

‘I know you like pencil and I just thought maybe you’d like to give a go, they’re watercolours. My sister used to paint with ‘em and I just thought you might like them and we always go to that place with all the blue purpley flowers and I think they might look good and you’re a talented artist, so-’ you witter on, until Arthur kisses you and you melt happily into the kiss.

‘Thank you,’ he rumbles and tucks you close against him. You glance up and see his affectionate smile, that secret loving one he keeps just for you and your heart races as he murmurs, ‘I love you.’

#you are both cute and useless #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x m!reader #arthur morgan x m reader #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x m/reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #happy pride month #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x y/n

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Worry | Josiah Trelawny x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: oh my gosh, i just recently came across your blog and it’s amazing, its like my holy grail - your writing is so great and i treasure the mlm content so much.

and if you’re still doing the prompt list, could i request "It looks good on you" with trelawny?

summary: you and Josiah are always together, and although he knows you've got the skills to handle yourself, he can't help but to worry - especially when you get hurt.

tws: gun mentions, injury

Even though your loyalties did lie with Arthur Morgan, you were still just as guilty as Josiah when it came to running off, and usually, you went with him, although sometimes you went off on your own; you would always come back to the gang, though, you would always end up sitting with Hosea at the fire or going for a ride with Lenny or telling Arthur about all the animals you had seen while he drew them in his journal or helping Charles to make different kinds of arrows. But you were never far from Josiah, not once, and when you stayed at camp together, you shared the same tent; when you were off on your little wanders, you always shared the same space, and it wasn't rare for you to use your relationship as a romantic couple during your little scams, either.

You and Josiah, practically inseparable in every sense of the word. And the entire gang knew it, too. They knew that if they wanted to speak to you, they'd have to suffer Trelawny as well; they knew that, and it was just a fact that nobody really thought twice about - nobody really seemed to mind. Nobody batter an eye, it had always been like that, it wouldn't change; but even when you went out with the guys, usually Charles or Lenny, and you came back covered in blood and dirt and fuck knew what else, it was always Josiah who pushed everyone aside so that he could make sure you were alright.

It was one of those times when you and Josiah were staying at camp for a while, and Charles and Lenny had asked for your assistance with a robbery, which you were more than happy to do; but when the homeowner turned out to actually be there, a fight had broken out, and you had caught your arm, resulting in your sleeve ripping and a particularly nasty cut across your skin. Charles had patched it up, which you thanked him profusely for, but when you got back to camp and Josiah saw, he was immediately at your side.

"Are you alright? How bad is it? What-"

"I patched the wound up," Charles told him, holding by the shoulders while you got down from your horse. "(y/n) will be fine."

"Yeah, Charles ought to be a doctor," you joked softly. "I'm fine, though. Honestly."

Josiah frowned, offering you his arm so that you could walk with him. "Are you sure? I can take you to a surgeon or-"

"Josiah," you grumbled, shaking your head. "I'm alright. It's not that deep, Charles took a look at it. It's not that bad."

He didn't quite believe you, but he trusted Charles and he trusted Charles' opinion on the matter, so he dropped the subject as he walked you back to your shared tent; he was tender as he helped you to undo your shirt and to shrug it off.

"Wear this," he said gently, pressing one of his soft waistcoats into your hands. "You don't want to suffocate the wound once it scabs over."

You pulled it on, but didn't bother to do it up, and when you caught Josiah looking at your chest, you raised a brow. "What?"

"Nothing, just..." he shrugged, licking his lips and daring to smile. "It looks good on you. You look very handsome."

Josiah was still very much careful with you as he sat down next to you, pulling out a little cigarette card from his pocket and showing it to you; he had picked it up when you hadn't been looking, and he knew that you would appreciate it more than he did. It was a little bent, but the little picture of a bullsnake on it was still so clear; he smiled when you took it from him.

"Where'd you get this?"

"I simply acquired it," he told you. "I thought you would like it, so I kept it in my pocket until you got back."

You rested your head on his shoulder after you stuffed the card into your pocket, sighing softly as you grumbled, daring to press a quick kiss to his neck that has him blushing and stuttering. "You can be so damn adorable sometimes, Josiah."

Slowly and with great caution, he put his arm around your shoulders, careful not to touch the wound on your arm as he ran his hand up and down your bicep. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Very," you chuckled. "You don't need to worry."

"It's hard not to," he admitted quietly. "I know you're very skilled with that revolver of yours, but it's hard not to worry."

"I know," you hummed. "But I had Charles and Lenny with me - you know the three of us make a damn good team."

"And that's what worries me most," he confessed. "If the three of you got into more trouble than you could handle... what would I do?"

"Probably get Hosea to give us all an earful about being more careful."

"Yes, more than likely."

if you liked this fic, REBLOG IT - do not just leave a "like", REBLOG IT. you may also leave feedback in the form of asks, tags, etc which is greatly appreciated, but you SHOULD reblog it regardless.

#mlem writes #josiah trelawny one shot #josiah trelawny x reader #josiah trelawny imagine #josiah trelawny #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 fanfic #rdr fanfiction #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 imagine #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption imagine #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption 2

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incubaeswriting · 1 year

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Another RP Search!

Hi there! I’m Matthew or Dean, my pronouns are He/Him, my timezone is CST, and I’m 18.

I’ll be brief so everyone knows what I’m looking for!

I’m looking for someone who roleplays on discord in third person. The type of writing I like is literate at 3+ paragraphs per response, the more detail the better. I like to include smut in my plots so it’s required that you be 18+ and okay with NSFW topics. I only roleplay mxm pairs because I personally am mlm, so I’m looking for someone who’s willing to do that. You don’t have to be a man, just willing to write one!

What I roleplay-

Fandoms (Characters I Play)[Characters I like to play against]: Harry Potter (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, James Potter, Remus Lupin) [Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, George or Fred Weasley, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Ron Weasley] Stranger Things (Steve Harrington) [Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove] Red Dead Redemption (John Marston) [Arthur Morgan] Overwatch (Hanzo Shimada, Jack Morrison) [Cole Cassidy, Gabriel Reyes] League of Legends (Aphelios) [Sett] Voltron: Legendary Defender (Keith Kogane, Lance McClain) [Lance McClain, Takashi Shirogane, Keith Kogane] Marvel Cinematic Universe (Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Peter Quill) [Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Stephen Strange, Bucky Barnes] I’m a multishipper and pretty flexible with ships as long as it’s not incest.

Nonfandom/oc plot interests- Supernatural Werewolf, Vampire, or Monster plots Royalty plots My Discord is Incubae_#2985 I’m more active there so please add me to discuss roleplays!

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aspentart · 3 months

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The illusion of choice

(I’m more than willing to write a fem reader fic I’m just really bummed there’s a lack of gay cowboys)

#fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #tumblr fyp #tumblr polls #fic poll #rdr2 #arthur morgan #mlm #transmasc #red dead redemption two #cowboy #yipppeeee

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krakoanhowlett · 4 years

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Arthur x Male Reader(18+) Bath Headcanons!

Literally no one asked for these but I just wanted to write them anyway

When you two first started taking baths together, it proved a challenge. Maneuvering and sneaking into the same bathroom without being seen was difficult at first but you managed to figure out which towns were the easiest. Strawberry was without a doubt the least hassle with the bathrooms being right outside the lobby, and you two haven’t even bothered with Annesburg above the gun shop for obvious reasons.

Once you were both in the bathroom, the hardest part was over. Regardless of who entered first, you would wait for the other to enter before entering the tub. Arthur would demand he go in first and have you lay on his chest, but there were a few instances where you entered the room first and felt like he should be the one cuddled.

He likes to grumble and complain about being the one in your arms but you know he sincerely enjoys it.

You each take turns washing each other, slowly scrubbing off the dirt and stress of the day, or week, depending on how far you two had been from civilization.

Arthur can’t help but laugh when either of you decline the deluxe bath. He would lean to you, beard tickling your skin and smirk with a “I got my deluxe bath right here.”

Arthur’s hands are calloused but not rough on the touch and washes your hair with a deft touch that is soft and relaxing.

“You really are so handsome, darling.”

After the washing is done, you two focus more on each other, with Arthur often pressing soft kisses into the crook of your neck.

You’d hand him the whiskey bottle at the end of the tub and let him have the first sip before he’d pass it down to you.

Arthur would reach his hand down your shoulder to slowly caress your chest, either slowly massage your tummy or slowly run his finger, lining the hair on your chest. The other hand slid under your arm to feel you below the belt. Nothing usually came of it, you would get hard, but doing anything in the bathtub was messy and would draw too much attention.

Even when the water would begin to cool Arthur would try and keep you on his chest. “It’s so nice boy, let’s just stay here for a little while longer.” His strong hands would once again press against your chest and you gladly melt back into his body.

Arthur would only leave when the water was ice cold or when the hotel associates would announce they had another waiting patron.

In cases of the customer being outside the door, one of you would have to climb out the window, some towns were better than others in this case.

#arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan imagines #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan mlm #red dead redemption imagines #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #strawberry #annesburg

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cowboynuts · 5 years

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Sleeping Rough

Arthur Morgan x Male Reader

AO3: Sleeping Rough

Word Count: 2.1K

Your eyes flew open at a not-so-distant crack of thunder.

It was the middle of the night, no light coming from outside your tent. The campfire had been abandoned long ago as folk shuffled off to bed, and those keeping watch didn’t waste their time tending to a fire in the rain. It was lighter now, though, only coming down in a soft drizzle that tapped on the canvas gently. You blinked your eyes sleepily and rolled onto your other side, about to fall back asleep when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Someone was watching you.

As quickly and quietly as you could, you reached down next to your cot and pulled your revolver out of its holster on your discarded gun belt. You kept your voice low and firm, you didn’t want to wake everyone in camp if you could take care of this yourself. Aiming at the closed flaps where you could see the silhouette of two boots, you spoke, “Ya better make yourself known, less you wan’ a bullet through your skull.”

“Easy, boy.”

You grinned and lowered your gun as you watched a familiar hand curl around the flap and stepped inside. Arthur stood there sheepishly, toe digging the dirt as he looked down and mumbled, “Didn’t mean to wake ya, sorry.”

He was just in his union suit, boots thrown on carelessly. His hair was messy and wet and it looked like he was sleeping rough, if at all. When he looked up at you and you could see the bags under his eyes, you guessed the latter. You sat up, reaching out to him, “You didn’t wake me. Sure as hell scared me, though.”

He let you take his hand and pull him next to you on the bed, “Sorry.”

You brushed some of his hair into place and heard him sigh contentedly at the movement. “How long you been standin’ out there?”

“Dunno.”

“Arthur,” you gave him a pointed look and he ducked his head slightly with a shrug. He spoke quietly, hoping you didn’t hear him, “Ten, fifteen minutes, maybe.”

You watched him bite the inside of his cheek, eyes locked forward. He was such a stubborn bastard. You knew things like this were tough for him. One moment he’d open up to you, giddy and happy and full of love. The next, he’d be shut off and flighty. Not only was it hard for him to be so open and affectionate like this— but also with a man for the first time? It was complicated for him, and you knew that. But you were being as patient and willing as you could possibly be.

“Well,” you patted his thigh, “You’re here now, so I s’pose it don’t matter much.”

He looked up and you smiled as his eyes met yours. You moved to stand in front of him, kissing his forehead softly before turning to ruffle through the trunk at the corner of your tent. You found what you were looking for and went back over to him.

“Here,” you set the spare union suit on the cot next to him, “Let’s get you changed into something dry.”

He blinked a few times, processing what you said, before shaking his head with a chuckle, “Yer too good to me.”

“Naw,” you kissed the top of his head before flopping back down on the cot, “You’re just too hard on yourself.”

He made a noise that was halfway between disagreement and acceptance before standing to pull his union suit off, the damp cloth clinging to his skin. You watched hungrily, too sleepy to really be aroused— but enjoying it nonetheless. He felt your eyes on him and paused as he was stepping into the new suit, his muscles rippling in his back, “Enjoying yourself back there?”

“‘M a little lonely, but the view ain’t bad.”

You watched him shake his head and even though you couldn’t see them, you knew he rolled his eyes. He finished all the buttons and moved to lay next to you. He pulled you close against his chest and you breathed him in deeply, letting out a weary sigh.

“My boy,” he whispered and pressed his lips to your temple and you felt yourself absolutely melt. You hummed against his neck as his warmth washed over you.

“Y’know,” you mumbled against him, “You don’t gotta be afraid of this. I’m always here, whenever you want the company.”

He sighed, “I just... Ain’t wanna bother you, is all.”

“Arthur, you’re anything but a bother. I like bein’ with you. It’s a bit tight, but I wouldn’t want to sleep any other way.”

He was silent. The only noises in the dark tent were his steady breathing and the patter of the rain outside. You felt your eyes droop at how relaxing it was.

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you moved your hand to his hip and kissed his collarbone softly, “What can I do to help?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t seem like you been sleeping much.”

He shrugged, “Same things. Worryin’. Thinkin’.”

“Nightmares?”

He paused, turning the question over before replying honestly with another shrug, “Sometimes.”

You moved your hand from his side to rub and trace over his back lightly. You watched him sink further into the bed in response. As your hand moved over his shoulder, you felt the knots of muscle there.

“Carry your stress here,” you frowned.

He let out a quiet groan in reply as you massaged, “That feels damn good.”

“Here,” you sat up and motioned for him to roll onto his stomach. He did so without protest and you swung your leg over his waist, straddling his back. You watched him turn his head and look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you warned. He smiled against the blanket and you felt a smile come across your face, too. You leaned over him, placing your palms over his shoulder blades and rolling them in circles over his back. He let out soft groans and sighs as you massaged all the tight muscle wound up in his back and shoulders. You grinned to yourself as you watched him relax and unwind under your touch.

When you were done, you dropped down next to him on the bed and watched his eyes flutter open to look at you.

“Feel better?”

He mumbled something incoherent as he threw an arm over you and pulled you under him. He tucked his face against your neck and tangled your legs together and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. Arthur was much more affectionate when exhausted, you noticed. You kissed his temple and closed your eyes as drowsiness washed over you. You could feel yourself slipping away, hearing Arthur mumble something just before you did.

“G’night, darlin’.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face.

///

When you woke the next morning, it was to the sounds of Arthur’s light snores next to your ear. You turned to look at him and smiled. His eyes were shut, his mouth hung open a little as he snored and drooled on the pillow. He looked a little ridiculous, but damn did he look cute at the same time.

Almost his whole weight was on top of you, so you weren’t going to be getting up anytime soon. It was fine, though. He needed the rest. You were content to simply exist here next to him in the quiet, early hours of the morning. Sounds of other members of the gang waking up and going about their day slowly filled the air as you drifted in and out of sleep.

When Arthur let out a long yawn, your eyes opened again and you watched him stretch and wake up to meet your gaze.

“Mornin’, cowboy,” you smiled.

He blinked a few times, trying to figure out where he was. A faint blush crept up his cheeks as he realized how tangled against you he was and he started to move away.

“I, uh. Sorr-“

“Arthur,” your voice was stern but with no trace of malice as you curled your hand around his bicep to hold him in place, “You don’t gotta apologize. If I didn’t want you here, believe me, I woulda said so.”

He paused before laying back in his original spot, his eyes looking down in shame. You both lay there for a minute in silence. It felt tense— not like you were about to fight, but about to talk. He sighed deeply after a bit, speaking in a quiet mumble, “I just— I ain’t used to this, (Y/N). I’m tryin’, I really am. But, I just. I-I can’t. I’m so..”

He trailed off frustratedly and groaned as he buried his face against you.

“I don’t know how to do this,” his voice was muffled but you could hear the sorrow in it. You rubbed his back comfortingly in response, not wanting to break his confidence in talking with you.

“I guess,” he lifted his head, smooshing his cheek against your chest, “I guess I ain’t think I deserve this. Sometimes I think I do. But other times I feel like I gotta run away. Guess I just don’t wanna get too attached...”

He paused, his fingers fiddling with a button on your union suit. He let out another sigh, “Guess I’m used to people leavin’ when I get attached is all.”

Arthur leaned up on his arm, hovering over you with a sad smile on his face, “I’m real sweet on you, (Y/N)... and I’m- I’m scared as hell to admit that.”

You looked up at him, eyes searching his beautiful blue ones. His smile faltered a bit and he looked down, starting to move away. Realizing he had interpreted your silence as rejection, you held his face and leaned in to kiss him sweetly.

“Arthur Morgan,” you whispered against his lips, “That’s the most I ever heard you talk about yourself in… well, ever.”

That earned a low chuckle, “Well don’t get used to it. That was all my talkin’ for ‘bout the next year ‘r so.”

He lowered his head to kiss you again. One of his hands moved down to hold your hip gently and you sighed into his mouth at the motion. You two had only been intimate like this with each other for a couple weeks or so, but it felt like Arthur had loved you like this your whole life. He knew exactly what you craved; knew exactly how to touch you and where. It was maddening.

He pulled away to tuck his head under your chin again. You hugged him tightly and felt him relax down against you in the act of being held. Smiling, you rubbed over his back slowly.

“Sleep alright?”

He made a noise of approval before speaking languidly, “Can’t remember the last time I slept through a night like that.”

“You needed it,” you kissed the top of his head, “Yer always welcome here if you can’t sleep.”

“‘Preciate it.”

He paused, “Best not make a habit of it, though. Folks ‘round here talk.”

“Let ‘em.”

Arthur turned to look up at you, his eyes full of concern, “Ain’t no guarantee all they’ll do is talk.”

You shrugged, “Told ya I’ll break a bastard’s nose if he’s got somethin’ to say about who yer kissin’. That ain’t changed.”

He stared at you for a minute before shaking his head with a grin, “Yer a wild one, ain’t ya?”

“You’re the one talkin’.”

He snorted and burrowed against you, “Maybe you’re right. Probably end up doin’ more than breakin’ a nose.”

You two laid like that for a bit, listening to each other breathing and the noises of camp. Your fingertips traced over Arthur’s arm lightly and you watched him shiver under the touch. It was nice. Relaxing, even. You had a feeling this wouldn’t be a common occurrence for the two of you, so you savored every second of it.

After a bit, Arthur sighed heavily and rolled off of you, “Well. Best be gettin’ on. Got Pearson on my ass again for more meat ‘nd Dutch is always lookin’ for more jobs.”

You hummed in response, taking a second before you sat up as well, “Miss Grimshaw was askin’ for help with some bigger chores so I suppose that’s my task for the day. Guess I’ll see you ‘round, cowboy.”

Arthur turned as he approached the flap of your tent, giving you a wink before heading out.

“That you will, darlin’.”

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