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Arthur Morgan Modern Headcannons- Pregnancy

@cantchoosejust1 This is for you! >:)

Just some modern Arthur and how anything related to pregnancy would work, so Female reader!

Warnings!: NSFW 18+ themes, probs gonna have a little bit of smut considering ya know, pregnancy.

Lets GO

Okay straight from the get go, let’s get something straight.

Before you and Arthur are married you obviously had sex

and while you both did your best to be as safe as possible, getting tested, wearing condoms, birth control, the works

there were still some mishaps.

You forgot to take birth control

he got a little excited and so did you so you didn’t really stop to put on protection

There were a couple of times where you two thought you were going to prematurely be parents.

and considering this is before you’re married the two of you get a little nervous.

Not like

“Oh god we’re having a child out of wedlock” kind of nervous

but like

oh god

this wasn’t the plan

kind of nervous.

But

in all reality those few scares were nothing more than scares.

Though every time you’d have a scare Arthur was nothing but supportive. Worried he wouldn’t be a good dad, or that he’d mess something up, or hell afraid that you’d have the kid and leave.

He wasn’t completely ready to be a dad, not after everything that happened with his ex and Issac, who sadly passed

But he knew if it was gonna be with you he was gonna be okay.

Now

After you get married

and you don’t have a kid cause the scares were just scares...

The two of you will have to sit down and really talk about it.

How many kids do you want? When should you start trying?

Do you want kids at all?

When the two of you decide you do want kids

its off from there

you just decide that no matter what the two of you will never be particularly ready for kids, no one is, so it’s best to just let nature take its course, not to try and force it

so the only change in the two of your lives is stopping your pills and you don’t have to spend cash on condoms anymore.

You and Arthur are both really surprised that you haven’t gotten pregnant before.

I mean

the man has

a breeding kink

i mean

god

One night, you and him go out drinking together, and you go to a small bar in town, hardly any people there, but you went with John and Abigail on their date night

and my god

Arthur wasn’t dressed fancy by any means

but

jesus

did he look good.

Still smeared with grease from working on cars all day, a tank top on showing off all the tattoos on his arms, and tight fitting jeans that framed those massive thighs of his just right

You literally apologized to John and Abigail and made him take you home.

He was confused at first but when the two of you get in the truck and he starts to worriedly ask you how you’re doing you simply tell him “drive”

He does and when you hit the road you put your hair in a ponytail and get him worked up.

You were lucky you were on the back roads, that man was swerving all over the road, trying to use one hand to guide your head and the other to drive.

By the time you get home he’s got a stain on his pants and a second hard on

He takes the lead from there

and let me tell you

after you literally pried him away from a bar to show to him just how turned on you got from him?

He’s completely overcome

He nearly kicked the door in when you got him, and he carried you to the bedroom, his hands gripping your thighs without remorse.

And when he has you on the bed

jesus

he’s fantastic

He gets you worked up easy, I mean, you were already, but he makes sure you’re good and ready and then things get hot and heavy.

He’ll fuck you until you’re screaming, begging.

Your legs quivering and tears coming from your eyes

and the whole damn time he’s got that fucking smirk of his on his face, and that deep voice praising you, telling you what a good girl you are.

Not only that but when he’s close to finishing, and you’re close to finishing what has to be like your fifth climax, if you wrap your legs around him so he can’t pull out and tell him to fill you up he’ll bust right there.

The thought of you taking all of him, and he means all of him, turns him on to no end.

To know that a part of him is in you

goddamn

and hell

when he’s finished if he pulls out and his seed doesn’t exactly want to stay where it’s meant to be, he’ll gently push it back into you, muttering “Atta girl” as you whimper from the feeling.

After a night like that?

You had to be pregnant

I mean

come on

You even did that whole put your legs up to help it move down thing

which

you were exhausted so Arthur actually did it, holding your ankles with one hand and trying to slip boxers on with the other.

It was very entertaining for your lustfilled mind.

Within the next few weeks

About a month and a half later

you start to get really sick

that good old morning sickness

and the tests had been coming up negative so you’d thought that it hadn’t worked

but

out of curiosity

you took another one at work, one that you’d bought on your lunch break, and when you check it and it comes back positive you nearly scream at the top of your lungs with joy.

You’re bursting to tell Arthur when you get home and the whole drive back to the house after work you’re singing with the windows down.

You head straight to his shop, you don’t even think about going home, and you smile happily to see that both Charles and John are also in the shop

He’ll greet you with a smile and a kiss and ask you what has you so chipper.

“Arthur I’ve got news!”

“What’s that Darlin’? You finally get that promotion?”

“Better!”

“Uh...A bonus?”

“Nope!”

“Aw shit, I ain’t ever gonna get....Holy shit you’re pregnant ain’t you?”

“You’re gonna be a dad Arthur.”

“Holy Shit! I’m gonna be a dad!”

He nearly bursts with joy himself and he grabs Charles and John by the shoulders, laughing with that hearty laugh of his, and then you.

He kisses you so deeply its as if he’s never kissed you before.

He’s never been so excited to call Hosea in his life, he’s practically pacing as he wipes his greasy hands on a towel and grabs his phone

He’s got Hosea on speed dial and as soon as he picks up the phone he tells him to find Dutch too

Then

He simply

shouts

“Y/N’S Pregnant!”

Then from the speaker phone

Dutch

“That’s my boy!”

“DUTCH!”

“I”VE BEEN WAITING FOR A GRANDSON FOR YEARS”

“WHAT ABOUT JACK?”

“JACK DOESN’T LIKE ME!”

“THEN DON’T BE A DICK”

The two of them argue for a while but in the end congratulate you.

From that moment on, throughout the entirety of your pregnancy Arthur is INCREDIBLY protective over you

I mean

even in the early stages

You aren’t allowed to lift heavy things

you’re two months in

not allowed to lift anything over ten pounds

Arthur’s rules

If you wanna go out he wants to go to.

If you don’t let him, he’ll understand, but he’s gonna call you at least once every hour to make sure nothing happens to you or the baby

He drives you everywhere if he’s able.

That way if a crash happens he can blame himself for anything that happens to you or the baby rather than you blaming yourself for something happening to the baby

He reads up on anything thats baby related

prenatal

postnatal

hospital procedures

the best baby things to buy

the best cribs

bibs

highchairs

pack n’ plays

toys

binkies

bottles

anything he can get his oily mechanic hands on

he spends like

95 percent of his time on his phone now doing research and keeping notes

when you’re overcome with morning sickness he’s right there holding your hair and offering you saltines

when your cravings come

no matter how late or how early

hes there

“Arthur”

“Hmh?”

“I want thin mints”

“Ain’t even girl scout season.”

“Arthurrrrrr I want cookiesss.”

*Deep sigh followed by the sound of a very large man leaving his very comfortable bed to get his very hot wife some very good cookies from the nearest open store.*

“Arthur! Can we stop at a Rally’s?”

“There ain’t a Rally’s within like fifteen miles of us, that’s like me takin’ you all the way to Texas Roadhouse Darlin’.”

“oh...okay.”

“An hour ain’t that long of a drive.”

*Puts on your favorite country music because if you cry he will cry.*

He demands that the baby is gonna be a boy

you think it’s a girl

the joke is on the both of you when you go to your fifth or sixth month check up and

BAM fuckin

twins

apparently somewhere on Arthur’s biological side he’s got twins cause now you do

And it is offical

there’s a girl and a boy

HE PANICS

He was ready for one but now two?

GOD

you on the other hand

you just think

“Im already huge im just gonna get bigger”

Arthur nearly slaps you but instead gives you an angry glare

he goes straight back to research, considering he now has an entirely different set of information to understand

all the twin things

now hes gotta buy double of things

His whole family is chipping in too

not just the two of you, everyone is absolutely PREPARED

for these babies

and obviously

Karen and the other girls throw a shower for you

which you cry at

because

i mean

hormones

ya know

and you end up telling them all how much you love them

and appreciate them and

and

*Crying*

Literally have so much stuff theres no room in that tiny little ranch house, and it already needed upgraded anyway

Arthur inlists the help of his brothers, and his fathers

Bill, Javier, John, Charles, Lenny, Sean, Hell Dutch even actually lifts a finger and you get to sit back and watch as they build a huge add on to your house

That was a day and a half

it was hot, so you were suffering with a massive stomach

but

Arthur was practically stripping for you so that was fantastic

however

not fantastic for him

because after everyone left you practically jumped his bones

I mean

you couldn’t do a lot

but he got the vibes

he was nervous

i mean

theres babies in there

but like

he’s never seen you so fuckin riled up and the fact that you were pregnant and STILL wanted him??

He couldn’t resist

I mean

You were too big to do the normal stuff but

You found your ways to be sensual with each other

He found a way

The two of you on your side for slow evenings, behind you with gentle thrusts, very slow, and not exactly hot so much as intimate

but

HOT

He just fucks you from behind.

I mean

you can still bend, just don’t lay on your stomach lmao

Doggie style for the win

He’ll run his fingers over your pregnant belly and tell you just how beautiful you look to him with his kids in there

To him

never been a more beautiful thing in his life

Its on one of these very intimate nights, when you’re heavily pregnant, I mean

nine months

that your water breaks

you’d both passed out, but you woke up with just that

feeling

and you shook him awake

to which he responded with

“Darlin’ please, I gotta refill I can’t go again just yet-” With a very groggy sleepy wave your way

only for you to slap his hand gently

“It’s time you dork, I’m having these babies whether you like it or not.”

AWAKE

literally it takes all of five seconds and he’s slipped off the bed, onto the floor with a thud and then he’s up onto his knees looking at you with his hair all disheveled and eyes wide.

“It’s really time?”

“It’s time.”

He literally wanted to carry you to the car

but you wouldn’t let him throw his back out just because he wanted to do everything

so you waddle to the car and he’s rushing around, grabbing prepacked bags, making sure he doesn’t miss a single one

He grabs reading material

your favorite blanket

the keys to the new minivan you made him get.

and he throws everything in and rushes you to the nearest hospital

he’s cursing the whole time he drives, trying to figure out how to use the newer technology in the van

it has bluetooth for your phone

and he can’t for the life of him figure out how to use it to call

So he finally says fuck it and asks you politely to call everyone

which

you just call dutch

because he’s a gossip

and he answers angry at first but then is like

oh shit

its

3 am

she’s doin the shit

and then he’s like “We’ll be there!”

and from there he hangs up and he’ll go about getting literally the entire van der linde group rounded up

you get to the hospital easily

Arthur pretty much attempts to get you the best room available

and does everything in his power

hes a little mean to nurses but then immediately apologizes because hes just so nervous that he’s gonna fuck up but all the nurses are incredibly kind and explain that they understand

and that he’s not the worst they’ve seen and thank him for at least taking the time to apologize for his momentary rudness.

Eventally everyone is in the waiting room and Arthur has to run back and forth to give updates

he is running on pure spite, anxiety, fear, and all of the expresso he can get his hands on

Contractions

jesus

he feels so bad

he holds your hand

and he doesn’t give a shit how hard you squeeze he wants you to be okay

he’d take away all your pain if he could

Every scream literally almost makes him cry

he tells you that you’re doing so good, and that you’re gonna be the absolute best mother anyone could ask for

and that he’s gonna be by your side for every up and down

So when you get one baby out he’s relieved

but then remembers that you have another to push out

and that theres still a placenta that you have to push out

and so

He literally doesn’t leave your side

kissing your forehead, squeezing your hand, doing whatever you need him to do

and then

you finally get everything done

you’re exhausted

you’re tired

but

you have two beautiful children

it took you thirteen hours

but they’re there and it was worth it

the boy

you name Issac, with Arthur’s permission

He literally cries in thank you for that.

The girl you name after your mother, which he was happy to agree to

you think the two look like him

but he swears that they look like you

You can see his nose in them, and his lips

but he thinks that they have your lips

they definitely have his eyes, both of them strikingly blue

they were both born with full heads of hair too, just the same color as Arthur’s

When everyone else meets them

it’s just a room full of crying adults

they all praise you for doing such a good job at giving birth and they cry at how beautiful your children are

and eventually Arthur shoos them out

and the two of you sit and hold the twins, smiles on your face, you finally had the start of your already huge family.

You couldn’t be happier

and Arthur?

That man has never smiled any wider than he did when he was taking a picture of you, his beautiful wife, and his two wonderful twins laying on your chest

Later you see him change his phone screen to that picture, it’s his lockscreen and his homescreen, and your profile picture in his contacts followed my (My love)

He’s sappy like that

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redemptionbaby · 1 year

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IT'S NOT A REQUEST! just...... an idea, I mean........

arthur having a really fucking big ass breeding kink and fucking his SO slow and deep, having her ride him gently while he has his hands on her baby bump and he couldn't be harder but guess he was wrong bc he just wrapped his lips around her nipples and oh my god, she's starting to lactate. I mean. it's so soft and sweet. Arthur sucks you dry that night 🥺

THIS IS SO GOOD BRO

Arthur Morgan’s thoughts on Pregnancy

It’s such a guilty pleasure of his to imagine. He’s such a bastard— he knows he has no right to bring a child into this world. To be a father. To raise this kid among his family of criminals…. To have something so innocent and fragile as a pregnant woman, let alone an infant child in this life of constant travel and grazes from enemy bullets. But by god he can’t help it. There must be some fantasy he can escape to.

Sometimes when you check yourself in the mirror, and Arthur comes to hold you from behind and kiss your neck, he puts his hands on your stomach and thinks of what you’d look like swollen with his child. It makes him embarrassingly hard against your backside when he does.

If you do get pregnant, he can’t keep his hands off of you. Constantly at your belly, checking for the slightest bit of growth, for even just a hint of a kick. He’d always been a little fixated on your breasts, but when he finds them growing heavier, he has to stop himself from tearing open every one of your blouses to get his hands and mouth on them directly.

And I know you said he might discover you’re lactating during sex, and I like that, but also….. imagine cabin life. Arthur gets up bright and early. Always makes a big breakfast for the mother to be. When he comes in to check on you, he finds you upright, feeling yourself. You’re in one of his shirts, with clear wet patches where your milk has soaked into the fabric while you overslept. He damn near burns the place down by leaving bacon on the stove, he’s so driven to devour you, to drink from you like your milk is the libation at the altar to a god.

Or, imagine another scene. Ashamed by his wanton desires, he tries not to mention or even hint his want for your breast milk. He’s afraid you’ll think he’s depraved— wanting to drink what’s supposed to feed his child…. That it violates the sacred idea of motherhood. But one day he finds you’re uncomfortable, tossing and turning and nearly moaning from discomfort in bed. And you tell him about how much pressure there is, that your breasts are so full that they ache….. and what kind of gentleman could leave his lady like that?

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #writing #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #nsft #pregnancy #lactating kink

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visionsofcrows · 9 months

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Augustine O’Leary

Born 1879 in Donegal, Ireland, the youngest daughter of the family though he would later on begin to identify as a man. His family moved to America in 1880. In 1893 fell pregnant to William Shear, the son of the family next door. pressure from both of their families lead to them marrying the same year. Augustine gave birth in late 1893 to a boy named Robert. Being both still teenagers themselves and having been forced into marriage there were often arguments between the two parents and it soon escalated to William becoming physically violent with augustine. In 1895 just shy of his sons second birthday Augustine found him unresponsive in his crib, his cause of death remains undetermined. When William had arrived home that night he had blamed Augustine and attacked him once again, this time arming himself with a knife from the kitchen. William slashed him across the cheek, leading to the scar he still has today, and after he had dropped the knife to begin strangling him instead Augustine managed to grab a hold of the knife and stabbed him in the throat. before he fled the scene augustine cut his hair short and slipped into some of his husbands clothes in an attempt to disguise himself, he then fled to West Elizabeth where he first met Sean Maguire, another Irish refugee. The two survived on the streets as pickpockets, till they met Dutch Van der lin and Hosea Matthews in a botched robbery attempt that lead to them joining the gang.

#rdr2 #rdr2 oc #tw abuse #tw death #tw murder #tw child death #tw forced marriage #tw teen pregnancy #tw intense bodily harm

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feyroon · 2 years

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“You scared?”

“Terrified. But I got you.” ♥️

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artfight attack for @astarfruity & @hawke-enthusiast of Marty Murray and his lovely wife Sarah. love them so much!

#farcryingart #art #sketch #digital art #artfight #red dead #rdo #red dead online #red dead oc #oc #original character #cowboy #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 oc #marty murray #sarah murray #tw: pregnancy

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the-pretty-corpse · 10 months

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Arthur wanted to feel the baby move

#red dead redemtion 2 #red dead redemption screenshots #rdr2 #arthur morgan #tilly jackson #arthur x tilly #pregnancy

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rottingcorps3s · 2 years

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“Unsure” - A.M. & C.S.

** Red Dead Redemption 2 SPOILERS **

Arthur Morgan & Charles Smith x Original female character (not at the same time)

Her news to Arthur didn’t go as expected. Months passed without a single word to each other, and after thinking he had died at some point after the bank robbery, she was surprised when he showed his face again.

Rating: 16+

Warnings: ** Canon character death **, pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, abandonment, Arthur has TB, Arthur is an asshole

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: This has previously been posted on Ao3 by me. !MAJOR SPOILERS!, I changed the timeline just a lil just so it would fit a little bit better with the flow of the story. For the sake of my writing Arthur has not previously been a father as I realized halfway through and remembered that he was indeed one at one point #dilf. Did I shed a few tears writing this? Maybe. Having to look up a death scene tends to do that do someone. This has a happy lil ending :)

My Ao3 account: rottingcorps3s

1899

The thought of breaking the news to Arthur instantly made her hands clam up and her body become hot. All the signs were there, how was he so oblivious to it? She had even gone out of her way to make it as obvious as possible, but something in his stubborn brain was keeping him from noticing. She went as far as telling loudmouth Sean about it because she knew he would blurt it out at some point, but Sean wasn’t around much longer after she had told him. It broke her heart when she heard the news about what happened in Rhodes, Sean had talked about how he was going to be an uncle to another snotty-nosed kid around camp and after they had returned with the news she knew she had to finally let Arthur know. There was just never a good moment to break the news, from the O’Driscoll’s and the Pinkertons hunting them down to finding out that Arthur was sick, and the constant moving around from location to location, she was already halfway through the pregnancy and the growing bump and morning sickness was getting too hard to hide from the rest of the group and Arthur still hadn’t picked up on it.

Arthurs reaction to the news wasn’t good. He said nothing when the words ‘I’m pregnant’ left her lips, and the only other noise besides her broken and strained words was Arthurs boots on the hardwood floor of the two-story house in Shady Belle. He had left without a single word uttered and that’s how he stayed for days, silent and completely avoiding her at any cost. He had even stopped coming to the room they were supposed to be sharing and opted on sleeping outside the house. This action from him made red flags fly in the eyes of the rest of the group. Something was obviously wrong, and they knew that and chose to keep their nose out of the couple's business. She had lost track of how much time had gone by since she last spoke to Arthur and lost count at 2 months, only pushing her due date closer and bringing her to 6 months and it was obvious.

In those 2 months, she had broken the news to the other gang members, and they were finally able to put two and two together as to why they hadn’t seen the two of them on each other all the time. The news of the baby brought a lighthearted feel around the camp, except for Arthur and no matter how many times Dutch, and Hosea and any of them, in general, tried to talk to him about it he would go silent and storm off the other way. The group took it upon themselves to make sure she was fed, healthy, and felt loved among the group. On many occasions some of the members would come back with small gifts for her and baby, Javier had gifted her jewelry and told her to hold onto it and sell it if anything happened, Charles had given a plethora of items from clothing to food, and anything she could think of, even Dutch Van Der Linde himself had stepped in and went out of his way and brought books so she was able to teach the little one to read when it came time.

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Everything had fallen apart so fast. The gang was in shambles as most of the firepower had either disappeared or was dead. Lenny and Hosea were gone and had been given a proper burial. Dutch was gone, Javier was gone, Bill and Micah were also gone, and Arthur was nowhere to be found. The group had turned to Sadie, Charles and her almost 7-month pregnant self to take charge and figure out what to do. Sadie and Charles had taken on most of the stress and were able to relocate the group to a small village North of Saint Denis and it was going great. The gang, or who was left of it, were still there to support her as she became farther along, and her belly only continued to grow with the child of Arthur Morgan.

The small camp had been comfortably silent that day, the only voices that were heard that day were Miss Grimshaw, who was either nagging on Tilly or getting on Karen’s nerves, and Mr. Pearson who was preparing dinner. She was fed up with the silence and took it upon herself to put on some music, as they were able to salvage one positive thing from Shady Belle. Her arms rested on top of her belly as she listened to the gentle tunes that swam around the air of the camp. It was midday and the sun was at its highest in the sky, the feeling of the thick humid air, and the rays from the sun made her let out a small yawn and she took that as a sign to take her usual before-dinner nap. She was lucky enough to be given one of the comfier areas of the cabin and took this opportunity to sleep in as much as possible.

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The bright rays of the late afternoon sun are what woke her up from what was supposed to be a short nap but turned into a few hours long. The cabin was quiet as she was the only person inside, everyone tended to be around each other next door as chores and meal preparing was also done there. Her process of getting up off the padded flooring was something she would be embarrassed by if anyone saw her struggle to stand her 7-month-pregnant self-up. She let out a deep sigh as she finally came to a stand and used one of the wooden support beams to lean against as she caught her breath. Her eyes caught sight of the small pile of clothes that sat on one of the nightstands and decided to look at the small pieces of clothing.

The larger her belly grew the more the reality set in that she was indeed carrying an entire human inside of her, and more, and more she realized that her baby would grow up without a father, and as much as the small group helped her and supported her she knew that it would never completely fill that void of never knowing someone who helped create them. As much as Arthur had hurt her from this whole situation she was determined to make sure that the child would know who their father was as he was a good man, but failed in other categories of life, like parenting.

She approached and picked up the folded pile of clothing and decided to hunt down Sadie and some of the other girls to gush over the cuteness and size of the material. It brought a smile to her face just at the thought and had a huge smile on her face as she jumped for the door and made her way to the next-door building. Not a single soul was outside of the cabin which was odd considering the sun was still illuminating most of the sky and the stew was only half done. The lack of people made a pit form in the bottom of her stomach at the thought that something might’ve happened to everyone. A laugh inside the building absolved those ideas and a small feeling of relief washed over her and she recognized it as Karen’s. She smiled at the sound and the giddy happy feeling was back as she approached the door and pushed it open.

“Hey, Sadie, I need you to come look at-“ she cut herself off as the door was fully pushed open and revealed the group in its entirety, plus one.

A familiar pair of blue eyes had finally made eye contact with her after 3 months of being ignored, and what she had assumed was death, but that assumption turned out to be wrong as he stood no less than 2 feet away from her. His face that used to be either clean-shaven or scruffy was now closer to a full beard and his hair had grown longer than the length he likes to keep it at. His face was pale, and he had clearly lost a significant amount of weight whilst he was missing. His face softened at the sight of her face as he had a sad, pleading look in his eyes. He panned over her body, and he stopped as he noticed her protruding belly and swallowed aggressively. The room had gone completely quiet at her arrival, and it made her feel like a deer in the headlights as everyone looked at her. Arthur opened his mouth to say something, but before he was able to get anything out the sound of footsteps approaching from outside raised an alarm in everyone around. She quickly moved from directly in front of the doorway and spun around to see who the steps were coming from, and it was one of the last people she would have expected, but the day was just full of missing people showing up. A few quiet gasps were heard as the one and only Dutch Van Der Linde appeared in the doorway, in a similar state as Arthur with longer-looking hair and a full beard instead of his normal mustache. The room immediately filled with questions and confusion as everyone had already come to terms with the fact that they would never see a single person from the group of men that had disappeared weeks ago.

Dutch’s voice boomed through the small cabin as he let out a lighthearted comment about someone getting him a cup of coffee and some of the other girls were quick to move and do just that. His eyes scanned the group as he took in the sight of everyone, and he noticed her standing to the side with a small smile on her face at the arrival of her leader.

“Oh miss,” he started and slowly approached her, “I am glad to see you two have made it.” He grinned widely and approached her with open arms which she gladly did accept.

Arthur's eyes hadn’t left her since the second she stepped into the room. She was the first and only thing on his mind the since the day he washed up on the beach and finally regained consciousness and she was the only reason he had fought so hard to get back to the gang. It took almost being killed by Pinkertons and chased around a damn island by locals for him to finally realize how much he had fucked up since the day he turned around and left her to stand alone in the room. To say he was jealous that Dutch was hugging her and not him was an understatement, he was dumb, but he wasn’t dumb enough to know that he had put himself into the situation of being jealous over a simple hug.

The chatter in the room picked up once more as a portion of the group had been reunited with the rest and joyful conversations and questions filled the room's air. Arthur still hadn’t been able to build up any courage to walk over to her and finally hear her voice talking to him and not just hearing it in passing conversations. She was engrossed in a conversation with Dutch and Charles as she excitedly nodded at what he assumed was a question about the baby as she took one of each of their hands and held it to her stomach, a large grin on her face at their reaction to feeling the baby move around inside. The action of seeing two of his closest friends interact with his unborn child before he even had a chance made him incredibly jealous, but he reminded himself that he had put himself into this situation and he was determined to do something about it.

Tilly was quick to notice the lack of Arthur’s focus on their conversation that had turned one-sided. The puppy dog look in his eyes as he looked off into the distance at the scene that was unfolding in front of him. Her heart hurt for him, but he more than enough chances to change the situation, and he didn’t. He was sick and dying, and everyone in the group knew that and regardless of if he would be able to make it better, it wouldn’t be for long. Tilly continued to watch Arthur as he watched her, his eyes were glossed over and gave the look of someone who was close to crying but kept themselves from doing so. His posture changed from a hunched over, craned neck look to a more puffed out chest and broader shoulders as he stood up from where he was sat and followed a few steps behind her as she had just closed the door and made a quiet exit with a small goodnight out into the air for anyone to hear. He was taking his chance.

She was already inside the cabin next door by the time Arthur had made it outside. He took a moment to take in a deep breath of the muggy air and let it out in shaky breaths. His approach to the door, that she had just walked into, felt like the walk of a lifetime. His hands were sweating and clammy, and his body was tense as his boots made noise against the wooden steps. The sound of approaching footsteps and the door creaking open alerted her to the presence of someone and she had a feeling of who it might be, but it still surprised her, nonetheless.

“Oh,” her voice was quiet, “do you need something?” She attempted to make her tone sound normal and not anxious. The moment had finally come for Arthur to accept the fact that he was going to be a father.

The glossed overlook in his eyes had turned into full tears as he wasn’t able to hold his internal wall. The stress of Guarma hitting him like a train, the stress of not knowing who was and wasn’t alive back home, and the stress of knowing that he had failed a task that he preached to John over and over about being a good father to Jack. His body melted into the ground as he approached her, with every step he took his body shrunk farther down until he was on his knees in front of her with his head hung down to where he was looking at the ground.

“Oh, Arthur.” The sound of her voice saying his name sent him more into a fit as the tears only spilled out faster, falling onto the wooden floor with a small pitapat. His forehead gently headbutted her belly as he fell slightly forward into her, her hands wrapping themselves around his head to hold her balance, but never moving them as her fingers tangled into his hair. They stayed in that position for quite some time, enjoying the feeling of each other as they had both been deprived of it for months. Arthur told himself from that moment on that he was going to use his last dying thought to remember her face and just how truly beautiful she was.

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Arthur knew that once he climbed that mountain that it was going to be a one-way trip up. His body had decided that fate long before his mind had. The thought of her and her 9-month along belly never left his mind as his fight with Micah came to an end. The feeling of the final blow to his jaw combined with the pain of the two of them previously rolling off the small edge of the cliff made his body completely give out. His lungs felt like they were collapsing as Micah gave his speech, and his body slowly began to accept that he was never going to truly become the father he always wanted to be. His own cowardness had kept him enjoying the last few months with the woman who was supposed to be his future, and he had no one else to blame but himself. He was lucky enough that she had given him another chance, and he was grateful for it, even if it was out of pity. He didn’t deserve to even be looked at by her, or have his name leave her lips, let alone forgiven for abandoning her for with child for weeks. The desperate eye contact Arthur shared with Dutch said a thousand words in the blink of an eye. Dutch gave a sterner look back as if he knew what Arthur was thinking about, but that couldn’t change the outcome of the situation now. The sun had just begun rising as Dutch and Micah ditched their positions to save their own asses. As much heartbreak, he had caused her, and the number of lies he previously broke from their midnight conversations of him telling her that he would never leave her, he had one more chance to redeem himself and keep one more promise. Her face flashed before his eyes as she became his last dying breath when he let out one more deep sigh. She became his last thought as his vision blurred and his body became numb.

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1907

“He don’t know the half of it.” John and Charles had reunited after 8 years of being unsure if the other one had made it out alive or not. When John heard the news about the ‘The Wolf’ he jumped on it with Uncle and they had decided to investigate it themselves to see if it was Charles, the news was correct. They conserved among themselves and caught up with each other before Charles was interrupted for his time in the ring, which he crushed, by the way, walking away with double his wager.

“So, what happened?” Charles questioned as they made their way to one of the hotels in Saint Denis where Charles had been staying before he was planning to take the ferry. John relayed a shorter story to Charles of what happened up on the mountain and Charles nodded in response to the news about Arthur, which he was already aware of.

“They made it out alive,” Charles stated. The confusion on John’s face made Charles let out a half-hearted laugh.

“What do you mean?” At this point, Charles could’ve been talking about any of the old gang members, but he put extra emphasis on the word they.

“You’ll see, come on.”

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She had just laid him down for his nap as the sound of footsteps approaching the room door made her aware that Charles might have finally returned. They were planning on going up north today and were taking the ferry to do said thing. She was excited to be leaving the Saint Denis area, they had stayed in the Lemoyne area for the past 8 years and stayed in a small home with an older woman who was living alone and offered housing in turn for helping her around the house and protecting the property, which she and Charles had gladly agreed to do so. She was able to raise her son in an environment that wasn’t hostile and aggressive. The change gave her the opportunity to grieve Arthur’s death in a healthy manner. Charles and the older woman were there to help along the way as the older lady was a mother and grandmother herself. She helped him learn to read to the point where he was speaking better than most adults these days. Her death was a painful loss for both her and Charles, but especially for her son as he truly saw her as a grandmother. Her death was the reason they decided to head up north, a fresh start. The sight of Charles opening the door made a smile spread across her face, but it faltered slightly as she realized he wasn’t alone like he usually was.

“John?” Her response was breathy as she was in disbelief at the sight of him, it had been years since she last saw him.

John had a similar reaction to seeing her standing in the center of the room, she looked healthy and not pregnant like the like time he had seen her. His eyes diverted to the small figure sleeping on the bed and he felt his stomach drop at the sight. The young boy felt familiar even though this was his first time ever laying eyes on the boy. He had the same dirty blonde hair color as his late father and looked so much like a young version of the man, his brother, he hadn’t seen in 8 years. He would later find out the young boy shared another thing in common with Arthur, and it was his eyes. The same blue eyes that stared into his soul and told him to go and be a goddamn man.

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From that day on she and Charles had decided to ditch the plan to leave up north, for now at least. John had bought a small property in Beecher’s Hope and wanted to make it a home for him and his family. Charles, Uncle, and her all did their best in aiding John in his journey of becoming a rancher. Camping out had been something that she and Charles hadn’t done in years, as almost directly after the fallout of the gang they came across the older woman and her cabin. The older woman used to tease both about their relationship as neither of them had officially decided it they were a thing or not, they were more like two close friends raising a child together…is what she told Abigail. She and Charles had shared a handful of exciting nights together, but that was something they decided to keep between themselves. Hell, they even slept in the same bed 99% of the time, with the little boy sleeping in the middle of them most nights. He had even called Charles his dad which was a choice she left for him to choose, but she and Charles made sure he knew about Arthur and tended to talk about him as if he were still alive. Charles took the role of father figure like it was a life-or-death situation, and he knew that his fallen gang member would appreciate it. So, was she really that surprised when she found out she was pregnant again?

A/N: Remember to leave me some love, I’m easy to please :*

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cowboydisaster · 4 months

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welcome back! if you are still taking requests for your christmas countdown, maybe a lil fic about reader and arthur’s first christmas together after leaving the gang? this could be fluffy, spicy, or both. whatever you’re feeling!

* ˚ ✦ Snowblind * ˚ ✦

pairing: arthur morgan x f! reader

word count: 2.2k

a/n: I loved this prompt! I kinda took it in my own direction so I hope that's ok!!

tw: pregnancy

cowboydisaster's christmas countdown: FIVE days 'till christmas!

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The kitchen appears as if a bomb of flour has exploded, sending white dust across the countertops, sprinkled onto the floor and spattered on the walls. As much as the mess is stressing you out, you can’t find it within you to care too much. The phonograph situated under the living room window is playing a classical christmas record. You’d picked it up in town, finding that it’s helpful in drowning out the sound of the cold wind outside.

“Oh, baby, let me help.” You cringe at the sight of your daughter spilling dribbles of milk onto the counter instead of into the mixing bowl.

“I do it, Momma.” Aspen says, her little fingers trying to steady the jar. You wipe your hands on your apron, coming up behind her and holding your hands over hers to help.

“You’re doing a very good job. Momma’s just gonna help, is all.” You reassure, smiling as Aspen helps you add the ingredients. Once the milk is all poured in, she takes the spoon and begins to stir the ingredients together. You glance up at the window by the front door, noting that the blue hills in the distance are no longer visible. In fact nothing is visible. All that you can see is white. Snowblind. It’s far below freezing outside, and you worry for anyone left out in the hellstorm. Your heart seizes in your chest, but when your daughter's worried eyes land on you, you smile. Pushing down any worry.

“Daddy?” Aspen asks, her sad, worried, little blue eyes glancing towards the door. You curse yourself for putting your worry onto her. Her little heart is far too innocent for such troubles.

“Daddy will be home from work soon, baby. Why don't we get these cookies done so we can surprise him, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiles again. That perfect little smile, identical to Arthur's.

Aspen helps you roll the dough out and cut it into her requested little shapes. She had wanted to make her daddy a deer, but when that proved to be too difficult for even you, she had settled on snowflakes, horses, crosses, and stars.

Once all the cookies are cut, you send Aspen into the living room with Bear. She’s within eyeshot, and you smile at the sight of her sitting on the floor with the black newfoundland. She’s trying to read him her favorite storybook. Her legs are crossed, with Bear’s head resting in her lap as she tries to recall the story. She can’t read yet, but by God, your little girl is trying.

You place the raw cookies down into the Dutch oven before covering it in glowing red coals. A quick glance at your pocket watch, and your gut sinks. It's a quarter ‘till five already, and your husband was supposed to be home at four. The light from the window is fading, the white light going dull as day turns to dusk.

This is your first Christmas here. Your first Christmas away from the gang, from that life. Aspen has a chance at a normal life now, you all do, and you’ll be damned if some hellish forces try to take that from your family.

All that you can do now is keep yourself distracted. Years ago you would have run out into the storm, leaped onto Sugar and galloped towards town looking for him, but you have more than Arthur to worry about now. As much as it kills you to sit here, you can’t leave her, and you surely can’t take her.

To distract yourself from the sticky black cloud of thoughts, you clean the kitchen, wiping up all of the flour and washing all of the dishes in the dish bin. The phonogram switches to the next song as you finish up, and you check your watch to confirm that the cookies are done.

“Aspen, wanna help?” You call towards the living room. Her brown curls bounce as she turns her head towards you, blue eyes filled with excitement.

“Uh-huh!” Aspen hums, flipping her book to the next page and placing it in front of Bear’s paws, “You read now, puppy.” She whispers, offering him a sweet pat to the head before she’s running back into the kitchen.

You pull the Dutch oven out of the fire, removing the lid with potholders so you can peek inside.

“Remember, don’t touch. This is hot.” You tell her, and Aspen nods her head, taking your instruction with the utmost seriousness.

“Hot.” She repeats, keeping her little hands far away. When you pull the cookies out, she gasps with wonder.

“Wow!” She smiles, eyes going wide with joy. Her little hands clasp together, “Cookies for Daddy! Them are so pretty, huh, Momma?”

“Very pretty.” You struggle to contain your smile, placing the cookies onto glassware to set out for when Arthur returns home. Of course, you set a few out for Santa Claus, too.

As Aspen drools over the cookies (and sneaks one to Bear), you check on the roast. You purposely hold your breath as you lift the lid, knowing that the smell will make you sick. You deem it done, and then return to the cookies. Just as you’re about to take one for yourself, Bear barks.

“Daddy’s home!” Aspen’s eyes light up, and your eyes flicker to the door hopefully. The door opens quickly, and in emerges your husband, wrapped in his ancient, blue winter coat. The hat on his head is covered in snow, and when he pulls it away from his head, you see how pink his cheeks are. As miserable as he must be, he shows nothing but happiness.

“There’s my girls! C’mere.” Arthur says as Aspen erupts into giggles, nearly tripping over her dress as she runs into his arms. He shrugs his coat off just in time to scoop her wiggly little body up. He sits Aspen on his waist, and as she wraps her arms around his neck, he looks to you.

“Oh, Arthur, I was so worried. You must be frozen.” You whisper, eyebrows drawing together in concern.

“I’m just fine now, sweetheart.” He smiles, extending his arm to pull you into his open side. His eyes look to yours, melting away any trace of worry that you’re clinging to from the day. Your eyes slip shut, and you let out a long breath as Arthur holds you and Aspen against him. Aspen wraps her hands around you both, effectively creating a hug between all three of you.

“Love you, darlin’.” Arthur whispers to you, and you look up, placing a small kiss to his lips.

“S’ Christmas Eve.” Arthur smirks, “Santa comin’ tonight?”

You pull away from Arthur, keeping your hands intertwined as you bring him towards the kitchen. Aspen nods profusely, small fingers twirling her curls nervously, “Mhm! I listened to Momma and you, I'm on the good list, Daddy.”

“I know you are, baby. I’m sure he’ll be comin’ tonight.” You reassure, “Well,” You divert your attention to Arthur who must be starving, “We have been very busy today.”

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“She’s asleep.” Arthur whispers, closing Aspen’s bedroom door, being extra careful to not let the door creak, “Bear’s up in bed with her.” He cracks a smile, momentarily glancing to the Christmas tree, and under it, where a few presents signed from Santa sit for Aspen. You look up from your seat on the couch, putting down your embroidery to extend your hand to Arthur.

“Come here.” You request. His much larger, rough hand slips into yours effortlessly, and he sits beside you on the couch. Naturally, you curl up against him, cherishing his warmth, his love.

The fireplace holds a decent sized fire, and flames lick the mantle, emitting a steady warmth onto the two of you. The crackle and pop of embers is soothing, and your eyes slip closed as you fall into a comfortable quiet.

“Thanks for puttin’ her to sleep.” You whisper.

“‘Course. I missed her. I hate bein’ away from you both.” Arthur shakes his head, “I don’t like leavin’ you out here. And trust me– I know you can handle your own, I just… don't like bein’ away.” Arthur admits, and you rest your head against him.

“I know. It’s not forever, though. We’ll be okay.”

Arthur hums, and then raises an eyebrow, as if remembering something.

“I got you somethin’ for Christmas. S’just little.”

Your interest is piqued, and you scoot forward on the couch to peek as he reaches into his leather satchel on the floor.

“Arthur, you didn’t have to–” You start, your voice quickly dying as you see what he’s pulling out.

A little leather-bound journal is extended to you. Your eyebrows furrow, and you hesitate to take it, but Arthur nods.

“Is this…? How did you– Where?” You struggle to organize your thoughts, words failing as you take the book, as you flip through the pages. Your questions become more muddled as you realize that this is Arthur’s journal. The one that he’d documented everything in. The one that he’d lost in the escape from Beaver Hollow. Your jaw falls slack, confusion and nostalgia, loss and love swirling together in your head, “How…?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes as you glance to Arthur, then down to the page where he’d documented the day Aspen was born.

“Called in a favor from an old friend.” Arthur smirks, but turns serious, tapping the book page, “I want you to have this, considerin’ most of these entries are about you.”

Your heart swells, tears dripping down your cheeks as you hold his journal close to your heart.

“I love it, Arthur. I- I love you.” You whimper, emotionally. He smiles, warm and loving, his thumb wiping a tear from your cheek.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

He holds you against him for a long while, the two of you flipping through old memories, good and bad. You recount the day you got married, the day Aspen was born. The most haunting entry is the last one. The day Arthur had begged you, forced you to take Aspen and Sugar, to flee Beaver Hollow and get as far away as possible. You’ll never forget turning around and seeing the place go up in flames, not knowing if you’d ever see your husband again. When Arthur made it out that day, he had left nearly everything– including his journal. You both had assumed it burned in the fire, and any hope that it didn’t was crushed by the fact that you can’t go back there.

After a while of flipping, the anxiety in your stomach finally quells, and you speak up, “I have a little surprise for you too.” You whisper, closing the journal and setting it on the coffee table. Arthur’s eyebrows draw together, and he sits up straighter on the couch as you turn to face him. Your hands toy with each other, and Arthur takes them in his own to quell the bad habit.

“You didn’t have to–” He begins.

“No, no,” You huff a laugh, “I didn’t spend any money.”

His eyebrows draw further together as you bite your lip nervously.

“Darlin? What is it?” Arthur asks, and you smile sheepishly.

One deep breath, in and out, and you’ll tell him. He won’t be mad surely? Right? He couldn’t be… not your Arthur.

You take a breath, “I’m pregnant again.”

Arthur’s eyes go wide in surprise, and he stutters over his words for a moment. You search his eyes, his face for any sort of reaction, and in a moment his lips crack into a smile.

“We’re– we’re havin’ another baby? You’re sure?” Arthur asks hopefully, hands squeezing yours. You nod.

“I didn’t wanna tell you until I was sure, and… well, I’m sure now, Arthur. I'm pregnant.”

Arthur laughs, eyes locked onto yours, heart soaring with more emotion than he ever thought possible. He never thought he would love anyone again… and then he met you, and then he was sure he'd never love anyone as much as he loves you– and then you made him a father, twice now. Arthur's hands tighten around yours, and you finally break into a teary eyed smile, the anxiety gone now that you've managed to get the words out.

"We're havin’ another baby.” You repeat, smiling up at him with blurred vision.

Before you can say much else, Arthur’s hand gently grips your jaw, and he pulls you against his lips. Your hand still squeezes his as he moves against you, only pulling away to breathe.

“You’re givin’ me everything I’ve ever wanted.” Arthur smiles, the deep kind, the kind that wrinkles the crows feet in the corners of his eyes.

Arthur's hand snakes down to your stomach, and although there is no noticeable bump, it brings him comfort to rest his palm against it. He knows his baby is in there, your baby, and he wants to be close by. It’s a small habit he’d done when you were pregnant with Aspen too.

“We made it, darlin’, we–” Arthur huffs, a smile on his lips, “I've got you here, in our home. Our daughter sleepin’ in her bed. Our dog. You're carryin' my baby again."

Arthur's tone grows serious, and he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the top, “Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas, Arthur.”

The snowstorm rages on outside, but it is far from able to outshine the joy and the warmth that is projecting from your four little walls this Christmas Eve.

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softrozene · 1 year

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Rdr2 Masterlist 2020-2021

As the title says, this is all my rdr2- One Shots, Scenarios, and Headcanons from these years when I wrote it under @/lovingoutlaws!

Headcanons/Scenarios usually have 2-3 characters in it while the Character list focuses on that character!

*If a work doesn’t specify a gender the reader is Gender Neutral/Non-Binary!

Started January 10, 2020

Ended January 6, 2021

ao3 backup link.

Headcanons:

Character Reactions to Dutch wanting a night with their girl: Arthur, John, Javier x Female Reader. They ain’t happy about Dutch having the audacity to ask to have a night with their woman.

Comforting Female Reader who has experienced an assault: Male!Various x Female Reader. Just hurt/comfort for some rdr2 men finding out reader experienced a past assault on her.

Doing the little romantic things for their s/o : Headcanons. Arthur, Charles, and John doing little romantic things for reader.

Being Romantic with Their S/O: Headcanons. Javier and Kieran being romantic with their partner, reader.

New Relationship with a Male S/O: Abigail Roberts/Marston and Sadie Adler headcanons in a relationship with a new partner.

Reader Getting into a Fight: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and John would react to Reader getting into a fight.

Reaction to Shy Adopted Girl: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea would react to adopting a shy girl into the gang and how their protectiveness is wholesome.

Short and Feisty Female S/O who Likes to Cuddle: Arthur, Charles, Javier, John, Sean x Female reader. Headcanons on how they react to this type of partner. Fluff.

Stargazing Headcanons: Arthur, Charles, Hosea x Reader. Just some fluffy stargazing headcanons.

Characters:

Abigail Roberts (Marston):

Deserve Better: Abigail x Female Reader. Reader confesses to Abigail after she asks for advice on what to do about John.

Arthur Morgan:

Arthur Turning into a Parent : Arthur x female reader (Father-daughter relationship) fluff headcanons and bonus scenario.

Arthur Comforts reader with past assault: Arthur x Male Reader scenario. Arthur gives some advice/words of comfort when Reader vents to him about a traumatizing experience.

Arthur with a Touch-Starved Reader: Arthur x Reader. Headcanons on how he notices reader is touch-starved and just pure fluff.

Father Headcanons: How Arthur would be with a son, pure fluffy and wholesome headcanons.

Just a Few Minutes: Arthur x Female Reader (Slight n s f w). Arthur is really riled up from seeing how pretty his woman is. He just wants a few minutes with her during a mission. F in chat for Molly’s shawl.

Charles Smith:

Getting Caught: Charles x Female Reader (n s f w). You and Charles get caught doing the do ; )

Hurt Little Bird: Charles x Female Reader. Charles is worried when his partner is taking a while from coming back to camp after a hunt. He goes to search for her and is relieved to find her.

Dutch:

Dutch with a Super Affectionate S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a super affectionate partner both sfw and n s f w.

Dutch with a Younger S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a younger female partner. Both sfw and n s f w

Javier Escuella:

Jealous Javier: Javier x Reader. How Javier reacts when he gets jealous in a n s f w way.

Spanish Flirtations: Javier x Male Reader. Male reader tries to flirt with Javier in his mother tongue only to fail a few pick-up lines. Javier finds it endearing.

John Marston:

Birthday Trip : John Marston x Female Reader. John takes reader on a ‘romantic’ trip for her birthday only for a bunch of accidents to happen along the way. But no worries, it was still a good trip.

John with a Pregnant S/O: John x Female Reader. Reader is worried about telling John about her pregnancy after she heard what happened to Abigail. Arthur reassures her when John finally comes back from a mission.

Josiah Trewlany:

Miss Me: Josiah x Reader. Josiah comes back beat and battered worrying poor reader who would really miss him if something were to happen to him. He is grateful since reader holds a special place in his heart.

Kieran Duffy:

Kieran Reacting to Panic Attacks: Kieran x Reader. How he will help reader during a panic attack.

Lenny Summers:

Fear: Lenny x Male Reader. Lenny wants to come out to the gang since he and (Name) are official, but reader has some fears to talk through.

Molly O’Shea:

Dutch Gets Bamboozled: Molly x Female Reader. Molly finally accepts the offer of the woman she has been seeing behind Dutch’s back. Dutch is livid.

Dutch Gets Bamboozled Part 2: Molly x Female Reader. Part 2 of the other one. Dutch finally gets to see how they are truly living after years have passed by and he is jealous.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean is Struggling: Sean x Female Reader. Ever since Sean has been tortured by the bounty hunters he has PTSD and has some problems with touch. Reader notices and wants to help him.

Sad Yee Haw Hours:

This is just an angst scenario starter event I did on the old tumblr, that I named Sad Yee-Haw Hours because (guess what) I was sad and wanted angst in my life lol. So literally all of these are just angst scenarios. Uh besides that I give warnings before each scenario.

“Everything is going to be okay”: Javier x Male Reader. Reader tells Javier that time heals all wounds :’)

“Please don’t leave me.”: Charles x Reader. Charles is begging reader not to leave them.

“Stop pushing everyone away.” Arthur x Reader x John. Reader is breaking these cowboys’ hearts.

“Just Go.” Josiah Trelawny x Female Reader. Reader finds out Josiah’s secret that he never wanted her to find out.

“Who is it going to be?” Molly x Female Reader. Reader finally asks Molly who she truly wants to be with. Her or Dutch? Reader gets the answer she expected but it still hurts.

“You Can’t Play the Victim Here.” - Arthur Morgan x Female Reader. Reader wants to leave the gang with Arthur and Arthur is confused to why until she reveals something.

“I Thought You Were Dead.” - Charles Smith x Female Reader. Charles finally finds Reader after searching for her (and losing himself) for so long. He wishes he can turn back time.

“Please Look at Me.” Charles Smith x Reader. Reader royally messed up by hurting this man.

“Everything is Going to be Okay.” Arthur Morgan x Male Reader. Very angsty, in which reader stays with Arthur during his last moments.

“You Remind me of Someone.” Sean Macguire x Female Reader. Sean is a complete jerk in this as he messes with Reader’s feelings.

“This Will Never Work.” Andrew Milton x Male Reader. Andrew and Reader have one last meeting before things go terrible for Reader.

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outlawwithaheart · 1 year

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Outlaw's Masterlist :)

Asks open :) Feel free to ask for Headcannons, or oneshots! I do fluff, or smut (I don't write anything violent, if you want specifics you can ask anonymously if you want <3)

Arthur Morgan💗

General Relationship Headcannons (pt. 1)

General Relationship Headcannons (pt. 2)