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callaxhan · 3 months
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Final painting of the year and I’m ending it off with Arthur, Happy new years everyone and stay safe! 🫶
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cowboyrainy · 1 year
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:T
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actperson · 10 months
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📸 by WALLY (@WallyDaGreat66)
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tedstinytoe · 1 year
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“will you ride with me” “always”
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azures-bazar · 1 year
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Morgan, you fool
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(yes I wanted to give this a try)
Please excuse my mistakes, English is not my first language (French feller here)
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Arthur Morgan x GenderNeutral!reader
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Short summary : Arthur Morgan is completely drunk at camp and everyone is pissed by his attitude, so you're actually called to take care of him.
A/note : Arthur's tent has flaps for more privacy !
Tags : fluff, cuteness, drunkenness, Arthur's puppy eyes, chapter 2, Arthur is SOFT, trust issues, hugs
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"Y/N !"
Ms. Grimshaw’s voice sounded behind you, you couldn’t hide anywhere. Almost everyone was asleep, but not you. You loved spending time smoking near the cliff of Horseshoe Overlook’s hideout, gazing at the stars when the moon was not shining. You had been rescued by the Van Der Linde gang over a few years ago, and Ms. Grimshaw calling your name had always triggered your sudden desire to hide in a tree and never get down.
There was no way out of her call, only falling forward... and you certainly did not want to die. At least, not yet. You turned back, noticing that Ms. Grimshaw was waiting for you, hands on her hips, standing near Arthur. You noted how drunk he was, he was barely able to stand on his feet and was singing something in another language but English. He had been on a night out with John, you almost did not bother when you saw Marston coming back alone. Arthur had just arrived. And he was singing a song in Spanish with a broken voice, loudly enough to wake the whole state up.
"Could you take care of Arthur ?" Ms. Grimshaw asked you. "He’s drunk like a skunk and is too noisy."
"What ?" you shrugged. "Why me ?"
"Cause you’re the only one awake who's not on guard duty, Y/N ! "
You walked closer to Arthur who nearly fell on the ground as he noticed you were about to drag him to his tent. You had no time to question anything, Ms. Grimshaw had already vanished somewhere, leaving you alone with a drunk Arthur who could not stop singing la Calandria. Javier might have taught him that song.
"Ay Dios, no ay remedio, ay Dios, no ay Piedad !" Arthur shouted
"Shh…" you whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "It’s late !"
"Me robas el reposo !"
"Arthur, please."
"Y adiós tranquilidad !"
You chuckled, listening to his sudden high voice, his laugh as soon as he forgot about the lyrics, speaking in a rather strange mixture between Spanish and a very broken German. He clung onto your shoulder, singing continuously until breaking his voice even more. You had never seen him so joyful, so happy to be alive. He trusted you enough to be himself around you, enjoying telling you about his discoveries, showing you his most personal drawings of you while blushing, believing you would hate every single one of them. However, you would often compliment his style, you adored his drawings. But what you loved the most was the smile he rewarded you with whenever you would say how beautiful is art was.
While you dragged him to his tent, you suddenly realised how short you were, and how heavy Arthur was. He was showing some resistance, tripping on nothing, slurring a little before moving forward, still trying to keep you away from his tent. He did not want to stop singing, he wanted to dance with you. All night long, if he could. However, his legs would probably not hold him long enough, his overall state would lead him to fall on the ground and watch the sky for minutes before passing out.
"Aaahaaah !" he shouted. "FOUND YA, Y/N !"
The journey between the Scout Campfire and Arthur’s tent felt endless, since Arthur would, at times, fall on his knees, dragging you to the ground. You would squat down and put him back on his feet, up until reaching his cot on which you gently pushed him, closing flaps behind you while lightening a nearby candle. Arthur laughed to himself, trying to talk to you in a rather strange language that was known to nobody but himself. Noticing he would not undress and was rather kicking his legs with a frown, you sighed and obliged. You knelt before him and took his boots off.
"Let’s get these off, shall we ?" you smiled
Arthur titled his head, you could barely resist to this attitude. Arthur was always quiet around the rest of the gang, never displaying any signs of childishness. However, at this moment, the way he looked at you reminded you of a young man, or a puppy. You took his boots off, carefully unbuttoning his shirt, trying your best not to meet his gaze a second time. Otherwise, you would certainly end up blushing and kissing him everywhere you could. It was hard to resist, whatever Arthur was doing.
"You’re handsome, Arthur." you whispered while attempting do drag one his arms out of his shirt
"No, I ain’t handsome." Arthur responded with a rather raspy voice, still displaying evident signs of drunkenness. "I’m ugly. The ugliest man on earth."
"You ain’t ugly, Arthur. Next time you’ll say it, I’m gonna slap you across the face."
"I’m ug…-"
You quickly rose your hand before Arthur’s face, making him shiver and shut his mouth. You hated listening to him complain about his appearance. To your eyes, and to the eyes of a vast majority of the people who had the opportunity to meet him, Arthur was handsome. Handsome and charming. You would get lost in his blue/green eyes and melt each time he winked or sent you an unexpected smile. To your eyes, he was most certainly the most handsome man you had ever met. And listening to him insulting himself when looking at his reflection was always devastating to witness.
"I’m not ugly." he gasped as your hand moved back to his shirt
"Better."
He did not move a finger, allowing you to slightly undress him. You took his shirt off, removing his suspenders in the process, gently rubbing his skin with your hand. After being done, and mostly tired, you pushed him on his cot, making him rest his head on a makeshift pillow you had bought for him earlier. He cherished this pillow, as well as any gift you would be willing to give him.
Each flower you collected during your travels would be kept on his bedside table, even these small funny shaped rocks you would find by the river. He loved piling them next to him when he was alone and nobody was watching, grumbling and sighing when his construction would collapse, and be overwhelmingly excited when you would bring him another one. You could see how happy he was to see you, and how much he loved these weirdly shaped rocks you kept offering him. He adored seeing you coming to him with a large proud smile blooming on your face, impatient to show him your latest discovery.
In exchange of your various gifts, Arthur would also bring you flowers from his trips, as well as a few antique alcohols. He always enjoyed offering you his drawings, you had a full collection of them in your chest, cherishing every single one of them. You were the only gang member to know how sweet he was behind his brawny stature. Whenever he was with you, you would never get into any trouble ! Everyone would easily be scared by this man, built like a tank !
"Stay with me." Arthur said with a soft voice, certainly not wanting to let you go
You could no longer resist, your eyes met his. You felt like melting as Arthur gave you this puppy look which would win you over anytime he wanted something. You could easily do the same to him, just throwing him some subtle glances which would instantly drag him to you. Just a word and he was yours, entirely. But right at this moment, you were the one that was his. You could not resist to this gaze filled with desperation and love.
"I can’t, Arthur."you sighed, feeling tired. "I need to sleep too."
"Please." he begged. "Stay with me ?"
"Don’t you want to drink some water first ? You must be freakin’ thirsty !"
"I am… Could you get me some water ?"
His weak voice broke your heart. His throat was sore, you did not even think about giving him any water on your endless trip to his tent ! You quickly left his tent, he whined a little before sighing, placing his hand on his forehead. He could not get some water by himself. He knew he would not remember anything from this night, not even being this soft with you. He had always been a bodyguard around you, but you did not mind his rather childish attitude. In fact, witnessing his soft side was not as bad as you thought. He was handsome and adorable at once.
You came back with a glass of water. As you handed it to him, Arthur almost made the glass fall, his vision being mostly blurry. You sighed and smiled, him struggling to grab a glass of water was certainly a funny thing to watch. As soon as he caught the glass, he chugged it without even bothering about the fact that a third of it landed on his bare chest.
"Slow down, feller." you smiled
"Agh, sorry. " Arthur gasped. "I feel like I haven’t been drinkin’ water in ages !"
"Morgan… you fool."
After finishing, Arthur gave the glass back to you and sighed, feeling a little better. However, he could not even more his legs properly. He remained seated for a short while before turning his head back to you. Arthur slowly opened his arms for you to embrace him, you could not leave him anymore. Not like this. His pleading look and teary eyes were so pure that you could almost forget Arthur was a 36-year-old cowboy. Lenny had the same impression when he got drunk with Arthur at the saloon, a few weeks ago. Whenever he was drunk, Arthur was cheerful.
You smiled and took your boots off, causing Arthur to tap the side of his bed with the tip of his fingers. He wanted to rest on you, not next to you. In fact, there was not enough space for you two to fit his cot, and you were certainly not sleeping on him. You knew Arthur was probably going to get up early for his morning coffee, you did not want to make him uncomfortable. You gently moved next to him, Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in the crook of your neck. His beard tickled you a little, you chuckled each time his breath would caress your skin.
"Comfy here, Mr. Morgan ?" you smiled
"Hmmm. Yeah. Comfy."
You caressed his back with the tip of your fingers, he chuckled and wriggled a little, begging you to stop. He would rise a little above you and unexpectedly kiss your lips before falling back on you, resting his head on your chest. You were shocked, but still loved it whenever he would kiss you so unexpectedly. Your hand rises above his head, caressing his dirty blonde hair. You have always enjoyed patting his hair, whenever you would be able to reach his head. You loved this silky touch, his short locks running between your fingers. And, despite denying it, he loved it too. Nobody had the right to touch his head but you.
The two of you waited for an hour until Arthur started yawning. His head nuzzled against your chest, listening to your heartbeat had made him slowly drift away into sleep. He loved your embrace, feeling great and, somehow, safe. You also loved it, you loved having him over you like this. He felt like a heavy blanket, you could not catch a cold with him laying above you ! You blew out the candle, he moaned as he felt you moving. You apologised by running our hands into his hair and kiss the top of his head.
"I love you." he mumbled
You shivered, not being sure about what you had just heard. Arthur, saying he loved you ? Nonsense ! He would barely dare kissing you around camp, he knew people would give him a side look, especially Hosea. The latter was very close to you like mostly a father-figure, and sometimes was worried about the way Arthur would approach you. He knew Arthur was somewhat rough and did not really approve anything between the two of you, he still enjoyed seeing you happy. It was all that mattered. Seeing his kids happy was a treasure, his treasure.
"What did you just say ?" you asked, still surprised
"I love you, Y/N."
Arthur’s voice was so weak, you immediately felt the need to kiss the top of his head ore more time. He had never told anything to you, Arthur was really awkward when needing to verbally express his feelings. He knew how to make you understand by his gesture, his embrace, these hidden kisses behind the trees or straight inside your tent, him catching your hand when the two of you were eating… hearing him whisper such a short sentence made you melt.
"I love you too." you whispered back, holding Arthur close to you, enough to break his bones in the process.
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pursuedbyamemoryy · 2 months
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For the Dawn's Valentine's day event, I would LOVE to see the promt  “i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.”
With Sadie Adler and a female reader, if you could do it 🥺
cowgirl valentine 💌
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author’s note - tysm for participating!! i love sadie so much she’s actually my wife and the father of our three children 😇. it’s a crime that i haven’t written for her until now honestly
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an unusual silence fell over the dinner table. on any other day the two of you would be chatting idly about anything and everything. how her bounties had gone today, what you did, old memories you shared and ones you didn’t, and so on. however, you couldn’t help but be upset tonight.
sadie was a busy woman. you knew that better than anyone, and you respected how hard working she was. or at least you usually did. your girlfriend had yet to ask you to be her valentine, and you didn’t know if it was because she was so busy she had just forgotten, or that she simply didn’t care enough to ask. february 14th was just days away, and you grew more frustrated as the days passed, but you were too embarrassed, and perhaps a bit too stubborn to bring it up.
sadie watched as you picked at your food, a look of worry spread across her features. “you alright, doll? you’ve been awfully quiet tonight.” her raspy voice broke the otherwise quiet atmosphere.
you practically grunted an “‘m fine” in response and continued to pick at your food.
“no you’re not. what’s up.” she said, placing her fork down. she reached across the table to grab your hand, frowning when you pulled away slightly.
with a sigh you asked “what month is it sadie? and what happens this month?”
"it's february.. and i dunno, it snows a lot?" she said, clearly confused. her brows were furrowed and she was trying to figure out why you were so upset about the month of february. it was just another month, was it not?
you rolled your eyes, she has forgotten, hasn’t she? “well, yes, but that’s not what i’m getting at. it’s valentine’s day.” you paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “i know you’ve been busy but… i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine” you said, avoiding eye contact.
finally, it dawned on her. you saw as her features softened. “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given” she said, huffing a laugh. she reached across the table yet again, placing her hand over yours, and you didn’t pull away this time. “‘m sorry i didn’t ask sooner, but you’re my girl, i wouldn’t want nobody else to be my valentine. will you be my valentine?”
your expression softened along with hers, and you smiled too. “yes.”
she stood up and walked over to you, offering you a hand. you took it and she pulled you up and into her arms. “i love you.”
“i love you” you whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, one she gladly reciprocated. your earlier frustrations melted away as you melted into her touch, remembering just how much you loved your girlfriend, and how much she loved you.
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ato-dato · 2 years
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That’s nice sweety :)
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liminal-spac3 · 10 months
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What a pretty boy
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thatspeciallad · 1 year
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The Companion Glitch
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My Favorite thing to do in game to avoid the main quests.
Love running into Blackwater by the end and causing a slaughter.
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fuwbuki · 10 months
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Charles Chatenay. Finally got to play red dead again
Sad there are so few missions with him
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mulletstanyears · 2 years
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callaxhan · 5 months
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Finally done with this painting, sorta. Been meaning to challenge myself soo i did !
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cowboyrainy · 1 year
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Dunno why he looks so grumpy here xD
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law192000-blog · 9 months
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These are some of my characters if they were in the world of RDR! - Hi, i'm Law. Don't forget to follow me if you want to see more of my style! ;)
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tedstinytoe · 1 year
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John & Abigail Marston but 70s cuz ya
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azures-bazar · 1 year
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Afterlife - Arthur reunites with Isaac
Heavily inspired by X-Files - Mulder finds Samantha 💔 Moby's song "My Weakness" perfectly suited this :')
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(yes that's the Londonderry son's model, but I genuinely thought pairing him with Arthur would to the trick :'))
I made a version with my dead OC but Arthur meeting Isaac in the afterlife is TEN TIMES more relevant 💔
Sorry if it's centered/doesn't look good. I keep messing up with Pixlr editor lol
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