Outlaws Never Die

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Some things are better left unsaid.

Request;  Reader breaks Arthur’s heart and brings up Mary Linton.

Warnings/ Extra; Heavy angst, heartbreak, swearing. (Arthur does not have TB) I may do a part 2 to this, I’m not sure yet.

 You and Arthur has been together for quite some time now. Things weren’t quite the same, the stress everyone was under, the constant bounties, the death, the tension. People wanted out and so did you. It was no longer safe and all you wanted was to leave, but you couldn’t, not without breaking hearts.

 Arthur would never leave with you. You had to either break his heart, or your own. It was a lose, lose situation for you and you knew it. You either stayed, making yourself unhappy, breaking your own heart, or you walked away and broke not only your heart, but the man you loved.

 Arthur had been sitting in the tent you shared for hours. He was cleaning guns and preparing for the worst. Approaching slowly, you took a deep breath and opened the small sheet that was hanging over the opening, “Arthur? Can we talk?” He looked awful, like he hadn’t slept for days and he hadn’t. You couldn’t remember the last time you went to sleep with him next to you, holding you, telling you everything was going to be okay. It had been so long you had almost forgotten his touch. The smell of stale smoke, whiskey and gun powder. A smell you knew so well, his smell. Arthur took his eyes off his gun and sighed looking up at you.

 “Sure.” He was emotionless, almost as though he knew his world was about to come crashing down around him. Putting his gun down he walked out the tent and you followed, you always sat away from camp to talk to steer clear of wandering eyes and ears. One thing you’d learnt from living with people like this was nothing went unnoticed, and nothing ever stayed secret.

 “What is it, darlin’?” Your heart broke as you sat down on a log next to the man you loved.

 “We can’t stay here anymore, Arthur. It’s too dangerous, Dutch has lost it, people are dying like flies, I... I can’t watch that happen to you. Please, we have to get out of here. We must go with John, Abigail and Jack. We can start anew, different names, real jobs, live like real people.” Your heart was falling into a deep pit. You already knew the answer. You held your own hands as you knew Arthur wouldn’t be the one to catch you this time.

 Arthur sighed and looked down to his boots defeated. “Y/N... you know I can’t. Folk need me here; I need to finish this.” You bit your lip and stood up. Anger pent up in your stomach.

 “Folk need you here? What fucking folk, Arthur??? No one else is here! Everyone else is leaving because there’s too much damage done! Why can’t you see that? You talk about loyalty so much, these people here don’t give a fuck about you, where is your loyalty to me?” Arthur lit up a cigarette and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with smoke. This whole time he wouldn’t look at you. You sat back down and sighed, “you know, you are the most courageous person I’ve ever met, but also the most cowardly. Why can’t you think about yourself for once, you could have a real-life Arthur. None of this running. No more seeing family die. We could have a family, me and you... our own family.”

 Arthur stood up, put his cigarette out and fixed his hat, not meeting your eyes. It would hurt too much. “Fine.” You stood up crossing your arms, the final part of your heart going black “don’t talk to me then. I can see why Mary left you, you don’t fucking listen! No one can live like this Arthur. I thought I meant something to you, I thought I meant enough for you to finally let go of this, but no.” your words were dark, “I’m just another Mary.” He stopped in his tracks and flinched. He looked like he’d just been shot, and you knew that was the final blow. The person you loved the most, the person who had gone through hell and back, you had just broken him for the final time. Tears overflowed and ran down your cheeks like a flowing stream as your cowboy walked off, not looking back to meet your gaze. It was over and you knew it.

 “Y/N!” John called out as he ran towards you, slowing down when he saw your state, “guess he’s not coming then.” He put his hand on your shoulder and looked to his feet, “I’m so sorry, Y/N” you shook your head. John knew just as much as you did that Arthur wasn’t going to leave with you. He had too much loyalty to Dutch, to people here that he saved countless times, people that would have never returned that favour. Your dreams and your future died in front of you, they left with Arthur. “We’re leaving tonight, Y/N. Dutch and Micah are out of camp.” You nodded and John left you alone with your thoughts.

 As nightfall approached, the camp was quiet. Hardly anyone was there anymore, and the people that were, were off on some job with Dutch. Arthur was nowhere to be seen; he had probably gone with them. Your chest hurt, it physically ached as you packed your stuff up into John’s wagon. Moving your things away from Arthurs was something you never thought you would experience. It hurt, not just emotionally, there was physical pain. With the last few things on the wagon you sat down on the cot you and Arthur once shared, a picture of you and him on the side in a beautiful frame that once held a picture of Mary, someone that once meant a great deal to him and now he would have to go through it all again. You sighed and picked yourself up leaving your neckerchief on the pillow, just so Arthur knew you had gone. You wore it everywhere and never took it off. At one point in your life you never thought you’d leave Arthur, but here you were. Giving the photo one last look you left, memories in your head and a very big hole in your chest.

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Hi everyone, sorry for the little hiatus, I’ve had issues in my personal life that have had to take priority. Thank you all for still being here and supporting my work. I have seen all your requests and will be working on them over the next few days. I hope you all continue to support my work. Stay tuned for everything upcoming. Love to all and Happy New Year!

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Outlaws Never Die- Chapter 13- Robbing Banks

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A few weeks had passed since the last bust up in camp. You had put your head down and did all the jobs Dutch asked you to. Micah was back in camp now after a score with Arthur, he was good at doing small scores here and there. What he wasn’t good at was doing them quietly. Sean was also back in camp with the help of Kieran who was now, kind of one of the group, though the men, specifically Arthur hadn’t warmed up to him all that well yet, despite him saving his life that you thanked him for profusely. Nothing else had really changed, other than the usual hunting for O’driscolls, specifically Colm and the fact that later on today you were going to town with Arthur, Bill and Lenny to Rob the bank.

As you were getting ready into one of Karen’s fancy gowns, Arthur came to join you in your tent, things had cooled off with Dutch, he still didn’t approve but you had done a lot for the camp recently and proved that you could be trusted.

“Hello, beautiful” Arthur stood at the entrance of your tent, a big smile plastered on his face. He had been smiling so much recently and it made you happy.

“Hello, Arthur.” You stood with your back to him, moving your hair out the way as he helped do up the gown from behind.

“You sure you wanna do this, sweetheart? Can always get someone else to do it.” It was more for his sake, he cared about you greatly and didn’t want you getting hurt, especially after nearly getting your throat cut. He swallowed hard, tracing his finger along the visible mark against your neck. It had healed well, though it was going to scar. It was visibly pink, with scratched scabs where you’d been at it, though you had been told time after time that picking the scabs would make the scar heal badly, but still with time it would fade to a more silver tone so you didn’t give a damn. He finished doing up your gown and paused for a second shifting around behind you.

“I’m sure, not like I’ll be doing much anyway, right?” You turned around facing Arthur, evident makeup on your face. You’d never worn it before, the girls had helped apply it. You looked different and it definitely wasn’t you. Rosy cheeks, red lips, it was all very strange. Arthur smiled at you moving a stray hair from your face, all he wanted to do was kiss you, but it wasn’t the time to be scrubbing lipstick off his face, “do you like this look, Arthur?” You looked at him, waiting for his answer.

“You’re always beautiful to me, y/n of course you are, but this ain’t you.” You smiled wide at his answer. You weren’t going to start wearing tons of makeup for anyone.

Arthur looked at you shyly and then to his muddied boots as he reached into his pocket, “wanted to give you this, woulda waited for a better time… it ain’t much but,” he shrugged handing you a small wooden box. A beautiful necklace, small and dainty with a small stone in the middle you stood looking at the necklace and to Arthur repeatedly not knowing what to say. No one had ever been so lovely to you.

“Arthur, I” he smiled at you taking the box from your hands.

“Turn round, darlin’” you did as he said as he put the necklace around your neck. Holding the small stone in your hand you shook your head.

“How did you know my favourite colour?” You questioned.

“Now that’d be tellin’!” He chucked deep from his chest as he fastened it, “didn’t steal it or nothin, the money was mine. Kinda...” you smiled and shook your head. You knew it wasn’t stolen without him even saying so. Arthur kissed your neck once more and ran his fingers lightly up your arms, letting your hair cascade down your back, beautiful locks almost swallowing your shoulders. Your hair had grown a lot the past few weeks and needed a trim, it suited this look well.

“I’m never taking it off.”

Fixing yourself up more, the tight corset digging into your ribs you wondered how women did this daily, you slipped on your shoes and left the tent with Arthur, Sean standing nearby getting coffee.

“Well look at you two, fun in there English? Can’t see no lipstick on your face, bet it’s elsewhere though.” his eyes glanced towards his southern region. Sean and his usual Irish tone almost echoing.

“Oh, get lost you cheeky, sod!” Arthur waved his hand about shooing him off, his words had made you blush, but thankfully you already had rosy cheeks from the makeup. They had a love hate relationship. Sean was too loud for Arthur; Arthur was too quiet for Sean.

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The ride to valentine was quiet and unnerving it was cold as you had a lot of skin on show, especially in the chest area. Way more than you were used to, and it made you a bit uncomfortable, but it had to be done. You didn’t bring your own horse with you, instead you were riding side saddle with Arthur. Your arms wrapped around him tighter than ever. You were nervous, you had done things around camp, you went out hunting regularly, you’d do the odd pick pocketing so you could contribute to the camp pot, but this was your first ever big job and it was daunting. You had already caused too much havoc around Valentine, shot the place to hell, or not you per se, but the group and you were all one team. You definitely wouldn’t be sticking around here; it would be time to move out as soon as the job was done.

“We”re gonna send Y/N on in ahead as a distraction.” Bill went on to say, you already knew the plan as it was talked out in camp before setting off. Arthur and Bill were conversing about how it could all go wrong, shooting will start, not all that reassuring. You couldn’t let anyone down, you had to do this, clearing your throat you started to speak.

“So, who should I play? Lost little daddy’s girl or a drunken harlot?”

The other men told you to play as the drunken harlot, Arthur was rather quiet and didn’t speak up about the matter. You nuzzled into his back being careful of your makeup and sighed deeply seeing the valentine sign. This was it. Hitching the horses, Arthur helped you off the back and smoothed out the ruffled creases, “beautiful.” He smiled adoringly at you and nodded his head to everyone, “ready?”

“As ready as ever” you smiled at Arthur and walked off before the men, thinking it was better time than any to play as a drunken mess. Taking a deep breath you stumbled through the banks doors, from outside they would be able to hear the commotion, people telling you to leave, you played it quite well seen as though you were put on the spot, pulling out a gun that was hidden in your petticoat, you pointed it at the civilians, “put your god damn hands up, now! This is a robbery!” The men smashed open the doors and joined you, their faces covered with bandanas, cocking their guns at people.

“Nobody move!” Chorus of shouts ran out as people stayed quiet, your gun against people heads. Arthur went around the back, his voice raised shouting at someone to open the vaults. You’d never really heard him shout so much but you tried not to think about it too much. You could hear the commotion; you could hear Arthur’s gun smashing into someone’s face. It wasn’t the time to think about it, you had to push it into the back of your mind. This was for camp; this was for your people. It had to be done.

It was taking quite a long time but you had to get that for Arthur so he could do his job, “we got trouble” Bill came running in through the bank doors, “hurry up in there, law on our back.” Everyone took cover as people started running out the bank screaming and crying for their families, for their lives. Sitting there watching the other men, you couldn’t move, instead you ruffled up your skirt and legs as close to the wall as you could to protect yourself from spraying bullets that would fill the bank very soon.

“M done” Arthur ran to where you were and took cover, “this ain’t good, Bill. We’re gonna have to shoot our way through this.” Arthur looked at you sympathetically, handing you your gun that was next to you, “alright, darlin?” You nodded to Arthur ignoring the thumping in your chest as you took the gun from him. Squeezing your eyes shut you got ready to start firing.

The sound of shots filled your ears making them ring. Bodies falling on the floor, even the odd horse which hurt your heart. Blood was everywhere. This was carnage. What started off as a tally in your head of how many people you had shot, became a tally of guilt that you couldn’t keep up with. “Let move. NOW.” Arthur was loud but you followed, shots still firing out but dying down, the odd few barely skimming your skin. The horses weren’t far, but it was very obvious you would have to be moving along as soon as you got back to camp. Climbing onto the horse behind Arthur, your skirt up to your hips, not worrying about riding side saddle now. You had to get out of there.

Losing sight of people and Valentine everything came to a halt. “We did well, but we have to split up.” Arthur spoke breathless as he gave everyone their share and kept the overall for the camp with him. “We’re going to have to move out soon. I’ll meet you all back at camp.” You clung onto Arthur, afraid to let go. You also hoped he wouldn’t get off the horse right this minute with the other men nearby. If he were to get off now, they would definitely see up your skirt. They were already trying not to look at your exposed legs.

“Let’s go girl.” Arthur patted his horse on the neck and clicked his tongue, riding away from the others. You buried your face into his back, not caring about the makeup anymore, you were riding for a long time. It was almost dark when he stopped. With a huge sigh he got off his horse and looked towards you. “Come here darlin.” You shuffled up the horse and leant forward hoping to get off in a more dignified way, without showing Arthur everything up your skirt, but ended up with it getting stuck and rolling up to your hips, your bum definitely on display with the cool air getting your skin. You could hear Arthur chuckling behind you, and not in a malicious way. “I love you, Y/N.” the words had you shook, the skirt of your dress gently falling to where it should be and covering your modesty. You looked to Arthur who was all red in the face, the words had obviously just fallen out of his mouth, “I, I’m sorry.” You shook your head and flung your arms around Arthur kissing him deeply as he was taken aback by surprise, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you into his person he kissed you back.

“I love you, Arthur.”

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*I had two similar requests so decided to put them in one. * Head canons for Arthur, John, Javier and Kieran- drunk S/O and how the cowboahs would act/react

(No gifs are my own)

Kieran Duffy;

o   He would laugh with you, but worry about you hurting yourself

o   He would try to get you in bed, but you would always run off laughing

o   He would catch up with you and smother your sweet face in so many kisses

o   To which would make you blush

o   He would watch you in awe as you swayed to music and slapped your knee as an instrument

o   When you start to stumble, he would be there

o   He’d rather he fall on the cold, hard floor around camp and you land on him  

o   By the end of the night you would be extremely wasted

o   And extremely needy

o   Constantly wrapping your arms around his neck

o   Kissing him

o   Telling him how much he means to you

o   Even though you’re drunk, he knows it’s the truth

o   You would keep trying to drink more but he would step in and say you’ve had enough

o   He would almost carry you to bed, telling you how wonderful you really are, but you wouldn’t remember it

o   He would remind you in the morning when the sun is too bright for your liking

o   You’d roll into him and ask if you had done anything embarrassing

o   He would always tell the truth and even if you did do something embarrassing, he would love you anyway. 

Javier Escuella;

o   He would always smile as you put on his poncho and tried to play his guitar

o   You would hand him the guitar and he would play a song

o   You’d stand up and dance, his eyes fixed on you and only you

o   You would always ask him to talk to you in Spanish and although you didn’t understand what he was saying, it stirred something in you

o   He would watch you talking to other members of the gang and smile that you were his Amor

o   As the night goes on, he would drink with you

o   Almost ignoring other people in camp as you were both in your own world

o   He would watch how you moved, the way your hair blows in the wing

o   He would be transfixed on you

o   He’d make sure you were okay, watching how much you were drinking

o   Not because he wanted to control you

o   Because he wanted to keep his person safe

o   At the end of the night he would lead you to bed, keeping an arm firmly around your waist

o   Just in case you tripped up

o   He would craddle you

o   Run his fingers through your hair

o   You’d wake up the next morning snuggled into each other

o   Javier’s poncho over the both if you

o   He’d kiss your nose and tell you how much he loves you. 

John Marston;

o   John would be watching you closely

o   You’d take off his hat and put it on your own head

o   He would smile and laugh watching you

o   You’d both sit around camp and listen to old stories about John

o   He’d try to cover your ears and blush with embarrassment

o   As the night went on, he would get both of you more drinks and start to get drunk

o   You would be all over each other, getting a few, “go to bed, both of you!” From several people around camp

o   Except Sean. He would egg you both on

o   John would have his arms around your waist, or shoulders and tell everyone how lucky he was to have you in his life

o   He would watch you dance with the girls whilst he sits next to Hosea, telling him how much he loves you, that he doesn’t deserve you and that he wants to marry you some day

o   If you tipple over, he will be there to pick you up and dust off your knees

o   By the end of the night you would start getting tired and leaning on John’s shoulder. He would kiss your head, his hat missing, you’d yawn, and he’d know it’s time for bed

o   He’d hold you tight and take you to bed

o   You’d fall asleep first, he’d make sure you were okay before he went to sleep

o   You’d spend most of the next day trying to retrace your drunken steps to find the outlaws hat. Whoops. 

Arthur Morgan;

o   He would watch you closely with a bottle in his own hand

o   He would worry and be overprotective till you told him to loosen up a little

o   You’d both get way too drunk, knocking back whiskey after whiskey

o   You’d both act like big children, dancing around the campfire, singing silly songs

o   Even though he would be just as, if not more drunk than you, he would still watch you closely

o   Make sure you’re okay

o   As the night went on you would both be slouched over each other his slurred, “you okay, darlin’?” making you melt

o   He’d watch you drink, dance, talk

o   He’d look to the floor and shake his head smiling

o   He’d feel so lucky that someone as beautiful (inside and out) wanted him

o   People around camp would be somewhat jealous of your relationship

o   Especially Molly and Abigail who would both look at Dutch and John expectantly

o   By the end of the night you would both be completely wasted and almost helping each other back to the tent and into bed

o   You would help Arthur remove his gun belt, but not without head butting him accidentally a few times first

o   Getting a, “sorry!” And a light chuckle from you

o   And a low, painful groan from your poor cowboy

o   You’d cuddle up and fall asleep straight away

o   You’d both wake up to a pounding headache and an angry Miss Grimshaw moaning about the mess you both made.

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Pairing: Javier Escuella x Female Reader

Rating: NSFW

Kinks: breeding

Notes: this was one of my fics that I wasn’t ever gonna post, but today I felt rebellious 

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Request; head canons for John, Arthur and Kieran dealing with a sad, gloomy S/O (gifs aren't mine) ❤️

Kieran Duffy;

o   Kieran was a sensitive person himself so when he saw you were down, he instantly thought of ways to make you feel better

o   He’d take you away from the commotion in camp and sit with you near the horses- his happy place other than being with you

o   He’d make you forget all the bad for just a minute as you’d sit and listen to him talking about all the horses in camp that you thought you knew quite well

o   You were wrong and it made you smile

o   He would do everything he possibly could to take you away from that bad place and replace it with hope for the future

o   He was too kind for this world, caring towards people and animals and you constantly asked yourself how he ended up in this lifestyle, but you were grateful as it meant you met him

o   You would smile at the bits of straw clinging to his clothes and the horse hairs

o   He would hold you under a small oak tree, tightly to his chest and you would close your eyes, he would kiss the top of your head and then rest his against yours. You would sigh wishing for quiet and better days with your love. 

 John Marson;

o   He would feel bad, as though it was partly his fault

o   He would tell you silly jokes that would make you smile and laugh

o   Mostly about wolves and not being able to swim as he drew small circles with his fingers on your back

o   He would talk to you about the gang, old times with Arthur and how he always got in so much trouble with Hosea

o   Reminiscing in the past was bittersweet, you were just glad John was there to hold you

o   He’d never push you to tell him what was wrong, though he was always concerned and wanted to know

o   He’d wish he could take it all away and give you the life he knows you deserve

o   He would battle with his own thoughts but still hold you tightly

o   He’d question himself and whether he’s good enough for you, when he knows damn well, he isn’t

o   You’d kiss his chest which would bring him clarity

o   He loved you so much and just wanted whatever was best for you

o   You needed each other and it was obvious to everyone around you

o   Though he was there trying to comfort you, you’d end up comforting each other in these difficult times. 

Arthur Morgan;

o   Arthur would be worried as soon as he returned to camp and you weren’t there to greet him

o   He’d ignore everyone else and rush to your shared tent where you would be face down on the bed

o   He’d stroke your hair lovingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear

o   He would always blame himself

o   He’d take the rest of the day off and stay with you as you were his main priority

o   He would nestle down with you, your head against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you

o   He would talk to you and calm you down, never leaving your side

o   He would tell you things were coming to an end and you would soon be able to plan for your future together

o   He would always bring you stew and coffee when you didn’t feel like talking to others

o   You were the love of his life and he hated seeing you like this

o   He would do everything in his power to make you feel okay

o   He would lay with you in his arms, wondering why an angel like you wanted someone like him

o   You gave him a whole new lease of life and he couldn’t wait for a happy future with you

o   He’d kiss the top of your head and not move a muscle as you succumbed to slumber.

[prairiemule]

Arthur Morgan’s first appearance.

Today marks one whole year since this surprisingly deep and emotional cowboy rode into our lives. I certainly ain’t been the same since.

[the-awkward-outlaw]

I almost wish I’d known then how much this game has changed my life, but at the same time I’m glad I got to go through that journey of discovering that. 

Thank you, Arthur Morgan!

[mileycyprus-hill]

Restarting the game and seeing him first ride into frame always warms my heart.

[krazyyy]

When the time comes…

Happy Red Deadiversary!

I can not explain in words how much I love and appreciate this game, thank you so much Rockstar.

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Outlaws Never Die- Chapter 12- All is Forgiven.

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Arthur wasn’t in his tent when you got there, you went to put his laundry on his cot when the pictures near his bed caught your eye. You’d never seen them before, and your curiosity took the better of you. Mary. She was beautiful. Her hair back in a bun, flawless, natural beauty. You could see why he liked her so much, you hated comparing yourself to people, but you were the opposite of Mary.

“Y/N...” you jumped, dropping the picture on the side, and his newly cleaned clothes on the ground. Arthur was in camp; you had no idea. Taking a deep breath, you turned to him.

“Who... who is she Arthur? Everything you said to me... was it, was it a lie?” Your lip was quivering, you were doing everything you could to keep it together but seeing him standing there in front of you, you couldn’t. You sat on his cot and put your head in your hands, “have I been a fool Arthur? I fear I’m breaking my heart. I fear I’m breaking my heart over you.”

“Y/N…” Arthur took a seat next to you. You could hear him fidgeting around, either to get comfortable or because he felt so awkward. “It’s not like that, me n Mary, we ain’t been together a long time.”

“So why did you get all dressed up? You don’t do that round me.”

“I’m frowned upon by Mary, Y/N. She’s... well, I don’t know what she is but she ain’t you. No ones you. I went to help Mary cos I feel like I owe it to her, I ruined a good portion of her life and there ain’t no getting that back for her. I ain't a good man, i've done and still do bad things. I dragged her through all that. I made the effort because I felt like I had to. I can’t be myself around most folk. The reason I don’t get all dressed up around you is because I know I don’t have to, you take me as I am, you take me as me. Not sure why you want this ugly bastard around but I’m not complanin’” you stayed quiet listening to Arthur, you knew he must have loved people before you, you weren’t even sure if he actually felt for you in that way, or not just yet anyway.

“I’m sorry, Arthur, I just…” You sighed “she’s beautiful, everyone around camp is beautiful, I’m really not, compared to anyone in this camp, I’m young, I’m inexperienced, I’m quite new to this life and it’s not easy and now I feel like I’m muddling in something and I’ll never be good enough for you.”

“Sweetheart” he chuckled lightly and put his hand on your leg, “I haven’t known you all that long and you already mean a lot more to me than Mary ever did, it’s scaring me. I could lose you at any point in this life. I’m a wanted man, if people knew how I felt about ya. Damn. They’d use that to their advantage. I shoulda said somethin’ and m sorry I didn’t. Don’t compare yourself to others in camp, or Mary, or anyone… look at me” his finger was underneath your chin lightly pulling. You looked at Arthur, tears in your eyes that still hadn’t fallen, using his thumb lightly he wiped under your eye, his rough hands felt soft against your face as your tears fell, “You are beautiful, Y/N, beautiful. Wouldn’t want ya any other way” you sniffled looking into Arthur’s eyes, seeing if you could see any hint of a lie, but all you could see was loyalty. He was loyal to everyone in his life, past and present and that did include Mary. You felt a little silly for making mountains out of mole hills, he went to help Mary, not lay down with her. You sighed.

“I’m real sorry, Arthur.” He shook his head and smiled pulling you into his chest knocking your hat off. He kissed the top of your head and breathed you in.

“No need, sweetheart. No need. I ain’t been with anyone in a long time, years in fact. I know it’s new to you, but to be honest with ya, it’s all pretty new to me now too.” You wrapped your arms around Arthur’s waist tightly and his breathing hitched hard in his lungs. You stayed like that for a long time before you were taken out of your little bubble to Dutch standing in the entrance of Arthur’s tent. You both jumped and moved away from each other.

“Am I interrupting something?” Dutch stood, his arms crossed, obviously annoyed.

“Dutch, I. What is the problem?” Arthur was actually standing his ground which surprised you. “You’ve been going round the place for years with people. Susan, Annabelle, Molly. What the hell is your problem?”

“You’re getting caught up in things that shouldn’t be meddled with. I have a plan, Arthur and this, whatever this is.” He looked at you sternly whilst swirling his hand around in a circle, “is going to interfere. I need you on solid ground here, Arthur. Not skipping through flowers with your head in the clouds.” He stood up, squaring up to the man.

“Your plans ain’t doin’ good to anyone in camp so far, Dutch. Starting to wonder where your priorities lie. People have died and we’re still running around acting like, like goddamn idiots” Arthur’s voice was raised and you knew people were going to be standing around listening.

“I thought better of you, son.” Those words obviously got to Arthur as his shoulders slouched, Dutch gave you a cold stare and turned around, walking out of the tent.

“He actually hates me, Arthur” you shook your head and sighed, wondering what you had done to get in his bad books. You’d never take Arthur away from his duties in and outside of camp, even if you wanted to Arthur wouldn’t, but you wouldn’t do that. You knew how many people depended on him. It must have been such a strain.

“I’ll talk to him, Y/N. Don’t worry yourself about a thing, he’ll come round. Guess everything that happened in Blackwater is still breathing down his neck, I know it’s still breathing down mine.” You nodded and Arthur left the tent. You picked up his clothes that you dropped on the floor earlier, and the picture of Mary. Putting your hat back on you left his tent and went back to your own. You had to prove yourself to Dutch. You just didn’t know how. He needed to know that you were trusted, and he needed to know that you weren’t going to cause trouble for his right-hand man.

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Outlaws Never Die- Chapter 11- Sadie Adler.

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It was bright, really bright when you opened your eyes. It felt like they hadn’t been open in years and someone was shining a lantern in them that was somehow ten times brighter than it usually was. “Y/N?” You turned your head slowly, but it still felt too fast. Sadie was next to your bedside. You went to talk but were shushed by her. Sadie was becoming one of your best friends here, it probably had something to do with the fact you were both quite similar. You both didn’t like huge skirts and dresses like the rest of the girls, you were both more happy strolling around the place in pants and having proper jobs to do, not that laundry wasn’t a real job because it was, you both just wanted to do more than that, more in-depth things. “Welcome back, sweetie.” She dabbed your forehead with a cool cloth, down the side of your neck that wasn’t injured and back again. “Close your eyes and get some more rest, I used to do this to my dear husband when he was unwell.” She sighed and continued dabbing your forehead, “god rest his soul.”

When you awoke the second time around no one was nearby. You slowly sat up and felt your neck, it had been patched up nicely. Probably by Miss Grimshaw or Charles, they were usually the ones that dealt with injuries. Your bluek blouse was folded up on the chair next to you, clean, not a drop of blood on it. How the girls got blood out of clothes time and time again was beyond you. A cotton blanket and a perfect deer pelt covering your modesty.

You sat looking over your body, the scuffs and scrapes, the bruises and previous cuts that had led to scars. You were probably going to have a scar on your neck now, but that kind of thing didn’t bother you. It would be hidden by your hair anyway. You flung your legs over the side of your cot and stood up. You didn’t know how long you had been out for but oh god were you dizzy, stumbling, you grabbed hold of the chair, picked up your blouse and sat down.

A groan escaped your lips as you started rummaging through your trunk and pulling out a clean chemise. If anyone were to walk into your tent now, they would be greeted with you fully exposed, so you hurried and slipped it over your head, pulling your arms through. Getting dressed was a huge effort, you’d never known it to be such a chore before.

Standing up again, gripping hold of the chair, you pulled up your pants and buttoned up your blouse that looked good as new, tucking it in. Pulling your leather suspenders over your shoulders, you were finally dressed. Your head was pulsing. Maybe you had lost more blood that you first thought. You sat back down on your cot and pulled on your boots, grabbed your hat from the other trunk and ran your hand over it slowly. It was starting to look really worn, some of the leather had been scuffed quite badly and the old stitching around it was starting to show. It would have to be patched up soon. Looking into a mirror, you fixed your hair and put your hat on.

You stood and stared at yourself for awhile, not recognising the person staring back at you anymore. You were no longer that innocent girl in Blackwater that only robbed to save her families fate. You were now an outlaw and it had only just dawned on you. This whole group was wanted in several states. That person you killed might have been the first, but you knew deep down it wasn’t going to be the last.

Grabbing your gun belt and tightening it around your waist, you placed your gun and knife in their holsters, turning down the frame next to your bedside, an old picture of your family.

You were about to walk out of your tent when Arthur walked in, your heart dropped, the smell of stale cigarettes and whiskey taking over your small living space.

“Y/N, you’re awake.” He looked down to his boots, his hand resting against his belt. Arthur looked bad, almost as though he hadn’t slept for weeks, a change from how you last saw him. You took a seat on your cot and he sat on the chair next to it. You didn’t have the energy or the heart to plead with him, ask him about Mary, who she was, why he said everything he did to you. You didn’t have it in you and even though you were so upset, your feelings for him were still there and they were going to be for a long time. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, Y/N. You lost a lot of blood. You, you... I, I told ya t’be careful out there!” His voice made you wince. You could tell he was angry, and he had no right.

“What do you want, Arthur?” Your voice was cold, colder than it was in Colter. No emotion in your face. You were drained.

He looked at you, your eyes were different. They were sad, “was worried about you! Thought you were dead when I saw the blood.” You shook your head, a slight stinging on your neck as you did.

“No, you weren’t, Arthur. You were out with Mary.” His facial expression sunk, “I need to do some chores now. Please ‘scuse me.” You stood up battling the dizziness and walked off leaving Arthur alone with his thoughts. People around camp were surprised to see you up and ready for the day, but no one questioned it, you had to heal quickly if you were living this kind of life.

“Y/N!” Arthur called out, but you ignored him. Dutch watched from a distance as you grabbed a coffee, he was probably loving this. You started getting on with the things that needed doing round camp.

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Dawn turned to dusk; you hadn’t stopped working. It was Sadie that came over in the end with a bowl of stew, telling you to take a break. You had worked yourself to breaking point and you knew everyone was looking at you, you knew everyone was probably wondering if you had finally cracked. You stopped and wiped the sweat from your brow, strands of hair stuck to your face.

“thanks, Sadie.” You took the bowl from her and started eating, your neck was quite sore and probably needed to be cleaned and patched up again, but you would see to that later. Finishing the rest of the stew you looked around, putting the axe down on the floor.

“Think we have enough firewood for the rest of our lives here, Y/N!” Sadie looked over the several rough pieces of chopped wood as you looked over camp, Arthur wasn’t around and why you were still bothered about that you didn’t know. He was probably out with Mary again.

“you know, Y/N. Its good to see you up and on your feet again but please don’t push yourself too hard. It was a nasty cut you got on your neck; me n Arthur didn’t leave your side.”

“Arthur?” you questioned Sadie.

“yes, Arthur. He was real worried about you, Y/N. Anyone would have thought you meant a great deal to him. He didn’t leave your side till I told him to get some rest. Please excuse my question but Is there anything goin’ on between you two?” you sighed and looked to Sadie, putting the stew bowl to the side of your person on a nearby log, you would put it with the others later.

“Not here.” You sat away from other people conversing with Sadie, telling her your feelings, finally telling someone other than Arthur how you felt.

“Oh, Y/N... Arthur cares a great deal about you, an idiot could see that. Talk to him.” You shook your head.

“He’s not here Sadie and, and, Mary. I don’t want to hear about it” Sadie patted you on the leg and smiled at you.

“Give him a chance. Everyone here gave me one when I lost my dear husband.” You nodded and sighed. She was right, you’d have to talk to Arthur eventually. You lived together; you didn’t want there to be anymore bad blood between people. Standing up and giving her a nod, you retraced your steps, picking up your stew bowl and putting it with the others. Walking to the opposite side of camp you picked up a few clothing items of Arthur’s that had been washed and dried to take back to his tent.

Sadie had listened to you, not called you foolish or naïve, you really liked Sadie and could see a good friendship forming. You wanted to be at least friends with everyone, though you couldn’t see yourself being all too friendly with Micah, or Dutch for that matter, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try.

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Masterlist

I sadly had to delete the original… it wasn’t showing all of the fics I wrote no matter how many times I added links to it!

If you could reblog this, it would be greatly appreciated!

NSFW = ☽

HCS = ♡

FLUFF = ❦

ANGST = ۵

PROMPT = ❤

Javier Escuella:

Crushes ♡

Fin ۵

Laughing in Your Sleep ♡❦

Delicate ☽❦

Falling While Pregnant ♡❦

“I’m Pregnant” ♡❦

Eavesdropping ☽❦

Put Your Dick in My Throat, Please ☽❦❤

Itchy? ♡❦

Dick Size ♡

Falling Asleep During Sex ♡❦

Kicking in Your Sleep ♡❦

Migraines ♡❦

Jealousy ♡❦

Your First Kill ♡❦۵

“Take Your Shirt Off” ♡❦

Candle Lit ☽❦❤

I Don’t Know Who You Are Anymore ۵❤

Defending You ♡❦

Mute Reader ♡❦

Damn, I Love You ❦

The Wrong Time ☽❦

Never Again ♡❦۵

Falling in Love ♡

Reality ☽❦

Pregnant ♡❦

Rough Sex ♡☽

Mi Rosa ☽❦

Horny Hormones ♡☽

Tongue Sucking ♡❦

My Forever ❦

Good Morning ☽❦

Best Sex ☽❦

You’re Still Gorgeous ☽❦

You Were Supposed to Come Back Safe ۵

Cum on My Face ☽❦❤

Stressful Labor ♡❦۵

You Want a Baby? ❦❤

You Wanna Argue or Get Ya Pussy Ate? ❤☽

I Need Space, Damn it! ❤۵

Just Fuck Me Already! ❤☽

It’s Okay I Like It When You Hurt Me ❤☽

Giggling During Sex ♡☽

The Mortician’s Daughter ❦

I’m Just So in Love With You ❦

Disowned ❦۵

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart ۵

This Changes Nothing ♡❦

Safe in My Arms ❦۵

Fuck You ❤۵

Public Kiss ❤۵

Pet Names ♡

Why Do You Keep Looking at Me? ♡❦

Mi Diosa ❦۵

Night Terrors ♡❦

Learn Some Respect ❦۵

Professional Baker ♡❦

Compliments ♡❦

Panic Attacks ♡❦

Flirt ♡❦

Eyes Up Here ♡❦

Needy ☽❦

Pre-Proposal ♡❦

After Marriage ♡❦

Angry Kisses ♡❦

I Don’t Want Kids ♡❦

Another Day ❦

Is It Really You? ♡❦

I Love To Play With You *Knife Play* ☽❦

Reactions To Relationship ♡❦

Hand Job ♡❦ ☽

Morning Cuddles ♡❦

Chest Hair ♡❦

Dying in His Arms ۵ ♡

Micah Hits Reader  ۵ ♡

I Want To Leave ۵ ♡

First Moan ♡❦ ☽

Period Sex ♡❦ ☽

No Panties? ♡❦ ☽

Morning Wood ❦ ☽

Arthur Morgan:

Crushes ♡ (mentioned in this hc)

Realization ❦

Falling While Pregnant ♡❦

Our Last Moments ۵❤

Itchy? ♡❦

Dick Size ♡

Falling Asleep During Sex ♡❦

Kicking in Your Sleep ♡❦

Migraines ♡❦

Your First Kill ♡❦۵

“Take Your Shirt Off” ♡❦

Rescued ❦۵❤

Heaven ☽❦

Rough Sex ♡☽

Tongue Sucking ♡❦

It’s Over ۵❤

You’re Distracting Me ❤☽

Giggling During Sex ♡☽

Betrayal ۵

First Kiss ♡❦

Later ❤

Age Gap ♡

Privacy Please! ❦

Pet Names ♡

I Love You a Little Too Much ❦

Why Do You Keep Looking at Me? ♡❦

Extraordinary Together ❦

Night Terrors ♡❦

Professional Baker ♡❦

Compliments ♡❦

Eyes Up Here ♡❦

Pre-Proposal ♡❦

After Marriage ♡❦

I Don’t Want Kids ♡❦

Is It Really You? ♡❦

Reactions To Relationship ♡❦

Hand Job ♡❦ ☽

Morning Cuddles ♡❦

Chest Hair ♡❦

Innocent Reading ☽❦

Micah Hits Reader  ۵ ♡

I Want To Leave ۵ ♡

First Moan ♡❦ ☽

Period Sex ♡❦ ☽

No Panties? ♡❦ ☽

John Marston:

Dick Size ♡

Kicking in Your Sleep ♡❦

Your First Kill ♡❦۵

Night Terror ❦❤

Seeing Their Baby ♡❦

I Just Like to Argue With You Because It’s Funny ❦❤

I Don’t Care About Perfection ❦❤۵

You Make Me Wanna Act Like a Whore ☽❦❤

Stop With The Lying! ❤۵

Giggling During Sex ♡☽

Better Off ❦

Pet Names ♡

Why Do You Keep Looking at Me? ♡❦

Not Without You, Dumbass ❦

Night Terrors ♡❦

Compliments ♡❦

I Don’t Want Kids ♡❦

Hand Job ♡❦ ☽

Micah Hits Reader  ۵ ♡

I Want To Leave ۵ ♡

No Panties? ♡❦ ☽

Charles Smith:

Crushes ♡

Falling While Pregnant ♡❦

Itchy? ♡❦

Dick Size ♡

Falling Asleep During Sex ♡❦

Jealousy ♡❦

Your First Kill ♡❦۵

“Take Your Shirt Off” ♡❦

Wet Already? ☽❦❤

Honeymoon ♡❦

Parenting ♡❦

I Need You ☽❦

Moonlight ☽❦

I Think About You Way Too Much ❦❤

Seeing Their Baby ♡❦

Cum on My Face ☽❦❤

Mine ☽❦❤

You’re Still Gorgeous ☽❦❤

Relax My Love ☽❦❤

Pet Names ♡

I’m Not Leaving Again ❦

Native American Wife ♡

Professional Baker ♡❦ 

Panic Attacks ♡❦

Blowjobs By The Campfire ☽❦

Naughty Nurse ☽❦

Pre-Proposal ♡❦

It Was This Big! ♡❦

Mutual Wishes - Part 1 - Part 2 -  ❦

It’ll Be Okay ۵ ❦

Is It Really You? ♡❦

Morning Cuddles ♡❦

Please ☽❦

Hands Off My Wife ☽❦

Micah Hits Reader  ۵ ♡

I Want To Leave ۵ ♡

First Moan ♡❦ ☽

Period Sex ♡❦ ☽

Sean MacGuire:

Crushes ♡

Dick Size ♡

Eyes Up Here ♡❦

Lenny Summers:

Dick Size ♡

Hosea Matthews:

“I’m Pregnant” ♡❦

Dick Size ♡

I Can’t Stop Loving You ۵❤

Dutch Van Der Linde:

Laughing in Your Sleep ♡❦

Falling While Pregnant ♡❦

Dick Size ♡

Migraines ♡❦

Your First Kill ♡❦۵

Wet Already? ☽❦❤

Your Eyes ❤ ❦

Kieran Duffy:

“I’m Pregnant” ♡❦

Dick Size ♡

Jealousy ♡❦

Bill Williamson:

Dick Size ♡

Micah Bell:

Dick Size ♡

Smile, Please ❦❤

Josiah Trelawny:

Falling While Pregnant ♡❦

Dick Size ♡

Abigail Roberts:

Bad Idea ☽❦

Till Never Death Chapter List (Valentina Lovebelle x Javier Escuella) 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Outlaws Never Die- Chapter 10- Pretty Lamb.

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The ride out of camp was slow and tedious, even though you were pushing your poor horse to extremes. You weren’t even sitting on the saddle, you were leaning forward almost standing, gripping hold of the reigns. The sound of her strides were heavy, her heaves filling the air. “I’m sorry, girl.” You pulled the reins coming to a steady halt, sitting properly and patting the side of her neck letting her calm down as you wiped your tears away using the sleeve of your blouse, the blouse Arthur bought you. All these memories came flooding back and you felt stupid, you and Arthur weren’t together, nor were you actually seeing each other, but you knew your feelings and you knew you hurt. You’d never been close to someone like you had with Arthur. It was different, new territory, new feelings and you were starting to regret even knowing him. Why hadn’t he said anything about Mary, if you had known about her, you wouldn’t have been this way. You would have never fallen for the outlaw.

You sighed deeply and got off your horse, laying down on a patch of grass, out in the open. Staring up at the stars, watching them twinkle in the night sky. Anyone could have gone past you, even O’Driscoll’s. You weren’t bothered. Right now, it was just you and your feelings, you and your feelings that were swallowing you whole and taking you into a deep, dark abyss. Closing your eyes and gripping hold of grass around you, sinking your nails into the earth, you let them take over.

It was early morning the next time you opened your eyes, they were sore and stuck together from the amount of tears you had cried, your hands filthy, mud under your nails. You wiped them over your blouse that you seemed to not care about so much anymore and stood up. Your horse still nearby as always. She wasn’t your first horse, but she had made a loyal companion and you couldn’t imagine being without her now. You had a beautiful Mustang before, but he died in the firing line back in Blackwater. This horse, Y/H/N was one of the spare horses from Colter.

You pulled yourself up and mounted your horse, pulling out an apple from your satchel and giving it to her, “there girl.” A firm pat to her neck and you were on your way, coming to a stop when you met Cumberland Falls, near Valentine. It was a lovely area, quite secluded, between big cliffs and several bright green trees. All you could hear was the waterfall and birds nearby. It was peaceful. Getting off your horse to let her graze, you walked near to the water to wash your filthy hands and your face that felt like you’d been stung by a million nettles. Sitting on a big rock you overlooked the place, taking in the scenery. You would have to go back to camp at some point, go back to see Arthur, probably with Mary. The horrible lump in your throat was coming back as you sobbed out not having to muffle them this time. You had done this to yourself, you hadn’t even stopped to think if Arthur already has someone, everything he told you had been a lie and you were just foolish to believe the things he had told you.

Kicking small pebbles on the ground you stood up, “don’t move, pretty lady” a sinking feeling in your gut hit suddenly. “You move, I’ll kill you.” This man’s voice was hoarse, chills ran down your back as you stood, “what’re you doin’ out here all alone? A pretty lamb like you,” he tutted, “anything could happen.” You heard him inch closer, his boots on the rubble below you, he was close, too close. You wanted to talk, warn him you weren’t alone, but you couldn’t speak. His arm wrapped around you, the other holding a solid blade against your neck. You had to act quickly, or your life would be cut short, you weren’t ready to die.

It all happened in seconds. Clenching your eyes shut, gripping the gun slowly in your belt, gaining courage, you threw your head back, hearing a low crunch, and a yelp from the man, the blade slicing only the side of your neck gently, but definitely enough to make you bleed. Gripping your gun hard in both of your hands. The man was stumbling back with a hand over his nose, blood visible between his fingers... you exhaled and pulled the trigger. Something Arthur taught you, always pull the trigger on empty lungs.

A limp body on the floor in front of you, blood pooling around them. A tight feeling in your chest, your breathing laboured and heavy, you hunched over trying to keep your balance but failed falling into your knees. How did the men do this every day? Granted, this person was going to kill you, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Your horse nuzzled her face against your hair, strands of it falling over your eyes as she breathed, “I’m good girl, I’m good.” You hugged her nose and stood up thankful that no one had seen, but they would have heard the shot. Although this area was secluded it wasn’t all that far from civilisation. You had to get out of there before you were seen and brought yet more trouble onto the camp. Pulling yourself up onto your horse, everything felt heavy. Your body almost as limp as the person you just killed. You touched the side of your neck and winced pulling it away covered in blood. You were shaking, your vision cloudy, the top right part of your once all blue blouse was now covered in blood, how were you meant to explain this? You were sure Dutch was going to kick you out now and there was no way Arthur would stick up for you now his Mary girl was back.

Pulling up to the usual entrance to Horseshoe Outlook, Sadie called out, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Y/N.”

“Welcome back, Y/N.” You strolled up further, “didn’t see you around last, woah!” panic filled Sadie’s voice, “we need help! Y/N’s injured!” you heard the commotion in camp as Sadie ran up to you, helping you down from your horse, “What happened?” her gun was on the floor, her hand over your neck stopping the blood though it wasn’t bleeding as much now.

“I killed someone, Sadie. I... I actually killed someone.” Defeat was in your voice. Your eyes were glassed over, this had changed you, the way you felt was different, like a switch had been turned off, although you were travelling with a big group of people that had broken the law, and you had too, you had never killed someone before.

“Oh, Y/N.” You sank to the floor, your knees finally giving way, Sadie got onto her knees and Miss Grimshaw came running up with supplies, shortly followed by Charles. Her eyes wide, it probably looked worse than it was. A slice to the neck was always going to get a lot of attention. It was as though everything had been slowed down, people running around you were in slow motion, calling you, asking if you were okay, you couldn’t reply, nothing in you was working properly anymore. Your eyes closed and you went limp in Sadie’s arms, but not before seeing Arthur run from a distance.

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Outlaws Never Die- Chapter 9- Mary Linton.

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“Arthur Morgan, you dirty stop out!” You were awoken by the sound of Dutch’s, stern but almost proud voice, “I heard about what you got up to last night and then Miss Grimshaw told me your bedroll hadn’t been slept on all night!” you could hear the smirk in Dutch’s voice and you smiled, Arthur had got up early, before anyone else to keep the suspicion at bay, Dutch wouldn’t have been the happiest if he knew Arthur had tumbled into your bed late last night.

“Yeah, sure, Dutch, sure.” The hangover was hard in his voice, it was heavy and muffled, laced with regret most likely. “‘m going to ger myself a coffee, I’ll see to Micah later.” You heard the heavy stride of Arthur’s boots on the ground and decided to get up. It was a lovely morning and people were already doing their chores and work for the day, the stew was bubbling away, Pearson adding the many ingredients he did, the girls were washing people’s clothes, you had people guarding the perimeter as always, you went to pick up some hay for the horses as Arthur approached you with two cups of coffee, “here...” he handed you a cup and you took it into your hands, your hands were cold and this cup of coffee was heavenly on them.

“Thank you, Arthur, you didn’t need to get me a coffee.” You smiled and took a sip, smiling as it warmed your insides. You always had coffee first thing, but it was the last thing on your mind this morning.

“I jus’ want to say sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have walked into your tent like I did, if it’s any better, I’m suffering a lot this morning.” His shoulders were slouched over, a hand over his gun belt and the other on his mug. He looked awful, but still lovely as ever.

“Oh, I don’t know, Arthur. I liked it. It’s nice to know I’m on your mind even when you are in a state.” You chuckled and watched him blush slightly, ducking his head and taking a swig of coffee as a distraction.

“Right then, I’m going to get seeing to Micah to my dismay. I was rather looking forward to seeing him swing.”

“ARTHUR!” Dutch bellowed out and you both jumped almost spilling your coffee all over the place, “Micah is one of us. No man gets left behind. Thought you’d both know better; don’t you have stuff to do?” Dutch looked at you, scoffed and walked off.

“Well. Thas me told, and you for that matter! Catch ya later, sweetheart.” The corners of your mouth upturned in a smile hearing him call you that. Arthur tipped the rest of his coffee on the floor and got on his way. You picked up the hay and got back to your usual daily duties.

A few hours had passed, you had since fed the horses, helped out Pearson by going out with Charles and bringing back a buck, helped the girls out with laundry, helped Dutch find a new pipe, you were just about to sit on your cot with a new book when Miss Grimshaw showed her face, “Y/N, would you come out to town with me? We need to check the post and get a few supplies” she got low into your face and whispered “seasoning, I can’t take another night of that flavourless stew.” You actually quite liked it, sure it was an acquired taste, but it was also comforting in its own way, it was home. Of course, you agreed to going with her, you would have got an earful if you ever said no to Miss Grimshaw.

Travelling out to Valentine, it was the middle of the day, the sun shining down on your face, everything quiet for once, no gunshots raining around you which was usually the case. Miss Grimshaw had gone off to the store whilst you went to pick up the mail. It was a short trip, but it was nice to get out of camp for a bit, nonetheless. Sitting back on the wagon you looked through the mail. Something for Bill, something for Pearson, something for Arthur? You looked at the sealed envelope quizzically, the writing so neat and so beautiful, definitely a ladies writing. Miss Grimshaw sat down next to you and took the reins. “Got the seasoning, who’s got what today?” she saw Arthurs letter on top and rolled her eyes, “bet that’s from that blasted Mary, never liked the girl myself, wish she would leave Arthur alone. Nothing but trouble, YA!” she flicked the reins and you started moving.

“Mary? Who is Mary?” Miss Grimshaw looked at you and look the letters from your hand, putting them in a box and into the wagon.

“Arthur didn’t say? It’s not like him to not mention her every chance he gets. Arthur and Mary were engaged several years ago.” It all made sense now and you felt kind of stupid, “she left him as she couldn’t deal with how life was. She writes him sometimes and he runs off to her beckoning every time.” Miss Grimshaw shook her head, “didn’t like her then, still don’t like her now.” The journey was painfully slow now. The sun wasn’t so bright, and your head was full of doubt and jealousy, you had no right to be jealous. Arthur wasn’t yours. You felt stupid and wanted to hide away, part of you even wanted to leave, but maybe this time Miss Grimshaw was wrong, maybe he wouldn’t reply. All you could do was hope.

Getting back into camp everything was still, there was no sign of Micah, but Arthur was back. He looked angry sitting on the edge of his own cot, hat off, head in his hands. You gripped the letters in your hands and gave them to their reciprocates before slowly walking over to Arthur. Part of you didn’t want to give it to him. You knew Miss Grimshaw wasn’t keen on her so you could have just ripped it up, burnt it and he wouldn’t have known anything, but you weren’t that kind of person, “hey, Arthur. Are you okay?”

He looked at you and sighed angrily running a hand through his growing hair, “shoulda just let him hang, had me shooting up half of Strawberry for some guns, like I need anymore attention on me, attention on the group. Shoulda left him, I told Dutch that. Shoulda bloody left him there.” You put your hand on Arthurs shoulder and smiled at him, handing over the letter.

“This was at the post office today; I’ll leave you alone to read it in peace.” You smiled weakly at him and turned away, tears threatening to spill over, all down your face. You felt pathetic, you shouldn’t feel this way at all, it wasn’t like you’d been with the group for years and years, you had no right to feel this way, but you did, and it hurt. It really fucking hurt, in your heart, in your soul. You flopped onto your cot, pulled over a deer pelt and let your tears fall freely.

By the time you walked out of your tent it was dark, people had already gone to their own tents, some people were probably already asleep. You walked through camp and up to your horse, patting her on the side of her neck. She was a good horse, the best and although it was sad, you liked talking to her, it was easier to talk to her than it was someone in camp. You were still somewhat new, and you didn’t quite know who you could trust, you trusted Charles somewhat, but what would he do with this kind of information, you trusted Arthur, but you definitely couldn’t talk to him about what was going on in your mind. You had already confessed your feelings to him so he must have known. Sorting out the reins on your horse, you were about to mount her when Arthur came up behind you.

“hey Y/N. Where are you going so late? Haven’t seen you much this evening. You okay?” he looked different, his hair had pomade in, he’d changed his clothes and shaved. He smelt like pine trees, not the usual whiskey, smoke and gun powder. You hardly recognised him. He looked nice, of course he did, but he didn’t look like your Arthur.

“I’m fine Arthur. Just going to take Y/H/N for a stroll around the area, where are you going?” there was a lump in your throat and if you were to talk now, he would know something was wrong. You had to keep it together just whilst he was still here, you knew he was going to see this Mary girl, you just wanted to see if he would tell you that. “m jus going out for a bit. Won’t be long. Take care out there, Y/N. you don’t know who’s lurking around these times of night. Get some awful folk out.” He leant over and kissed your cheek. How dare he. How dare he let you fall for him like this, how dare he make you believe there was actually a chance for you and him, why did he say all that stuff to you, was it just so he could lay down with you? Oh god how foolish you had been.

You nodded your head and mounted your horse, looking at Arthur again you pulled your hat down over your eyes, “Arthur.” With that you road out of camp, tears spilling your eyes once more over Arthur fucking Morgan.

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Please can I have an imagine, where Arthur comforts his s/o after finding out she’s a witch. Like she has powers, and she’s worried he won’t love her anymore.

// I hope this is good enough for you, thanks for the ask :) <3// (Gifs aren't mine)

You had hidden your powers from Arthur for long enough, your relationship with him was serious and you couldn’t hide it anymore, he had told you difficult things he had been through, his troubles, his past. You had to tell him. You just had to. Approaching him in camp you put your hand on his shoulder and smiled moving your head to a tree, away from other people in camp as if to you follow you, of course he would follow you. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth. The butterflies in your stomach were getting severe now, you were worried with how he was going to react, would he still love you, would he think you were against him, would he be afraid of you? Your hands were shaking as you sat down on a log near the water, this was yours and Arthur’s spot. You always came here when you wanted to talk. He noticed your hands shaking and took them in his.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange all day. Have I done something wrong?” He looked at you, you could tell he was nervous. You shook your head and looked to your hands.

“N... no. It’s not that Arthur, I... it’s me... I” 

Arthur cut in before you could finish your sentence, “do you not want to be with me no more, Y/N?” The panic in his eyes, the pain in his voice hurt your heart. “I know I haven’t been round much recently, but it will change, please princess. You’re everything to me.” He lowered his head, his hat now covering his eyes. 

“I’m a witch, Arthur.”

He looked at you, a confused look plastered all over his face. This was it, he was going to run and tell Dutch, tell everyone there was a witch in camp and they were all in danger.

“A witch?” He looked up as you, put his hand round your waist and tugged slightly in effort to pull you closer to him.

"Yes, a witch, Arthur... d..do you still love me?” Your voice was soft and almost breaking, years threatening to spill from your eyes. There was silence for a few seconds. 

“Of course, I still love you, Y/N! I thought you were trying to break it off with me back there. I know I’m not much to look at, greying hair, sad face, but I love you so much, princess. I don’t care what you are, I’ll never love you any less.” His arm was strong around you and you knew this man was never going to let you go. 

“I want to show you something, come with me.” Taking Arthur further away from camp, out of view, you picked up a lifeless weed from the grass holding it gently in your hands. Arthur watched in awe as It started to change and come to life, what was once a forgotten weed was now a beautiful blue flower, big, almost silk petals, full of details. The prettiest flower Arthur had ever seen.

“That’s... that’s beautiful, Y/N.” He took the flower gently from your hands and placed it in your hair before enveloping you in the biggest hug. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. I know that must’ve been a hard thing to do.” He stood back and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. “You don’t need to be scared about telling me nothing.” You reached around Arthur’s waist and squeezed your arms around him tightly. There were finally no secrets between you both, you could be open with him and in time maybe tell the camp. You knew he would keep it to himself and you knew you were loved more than anything in the world.

[arthurmorganismaboah]

An imagine where Y:N wakes up from a nightmare and Arthur is next to her and comforts her. Just fluffy goodness please 😍😍 (gifs aren't mine)

It wasn’t often you had bad dreams, but when you did, they were the worst. They shook you to your core. Things hadn’t been easy in camp recently, everyone was getting under each other’s feet, people were starting to struggle, nothing was going to plan, and you were all wanted more than you had ever been.

You woke up in shock, beaded sweat against your face, your chest heaving. The place was quiet, everything still. The wind was cool and blowing through the tent making your face cold, the only light was from embers of fires outside that were being sung around only hours before. The camp was asleep, the only people that would have been awake were those guarding the perimeter.

You turned to see Arthur sleeping, you had been together for quite some time now and it was nice to see his eyes closed, he hardly ever got sleep. His mouth was parted slightly, a slight furrow on his brow. Even when he was sleeping, he looked stressed. He was fully clothed of course, just in case something went wrong and he needed to get up quickly, everything in camp was packed up ready just in case you had to move, everything apart from where people slept, it was getting bad and your dreams were getting worse.

“Y/N?”

Arthur stirred, the sleep heavy in his voice, he shifted against you opening the covers more, taking a deep breath and breathing heavy, “Come ‘ere, Princess.” You smiled and shuffled against him, burying your face into his chest, the smell of stale smoke and whiskey filling your nostrils, before Arthur you would have hated the smell but now it was him, it was a comforting smell to you, Arthur took you out of your thought process, “Are you okay, Y/N?” his arms wrapping around you as you relaxed into him more.

You nodded and sighed into his chest, “had a bad dream.” He nuzzled his face against your hair giving you a light kiss against your head.

“Again? You’re havin’ a lot of them recently.” He stroked his hand against your back, his face still nuzzled against your hair. You just nodded, not saying a word.

“I won’t let nothing bad happen to ya, Y/N. I’d die before anyone touched ya.” You smiled and relaxed into him sighing softly, though you wanted to believe him it was easier said than done, anyone could storm in at any point, open fire and that would be it.

“I’m afraid of losing you, Arthur. Really afraid. I’m scared.” Your eyes were damp against the material covering his chest, you were glad it was dark. You didn’t want him to see your weakness, though it was almost like he knew with how he gripped you in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.

“You ain’t gonna lose me, Darlin’, now rest against me and close them pretty eyes, the sun will come up soon.” You nodded and closed your eyes, nuzzling into his chest. Things were getting bad in camp and the only thing you could do was hope things got better, but for now you were safe in Arthur’s arms and no one could take that away from you.

“I love you, Arthur.”

“I love you, Princess.”