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hihi everyone! ❤️ i've been thinking about writing something for tumblr recently, and i don't know exactly what i should write, because i have some options, and i can't choose between them.

so, i'm asking you:

what should i write?

🍒 arthur morgan x gunslinger gf reader (fluff headcanons)

🍰 charles smith x gn baker reader (fluff oneshot)

🍎eagle flies x fem reader (fluff oneshot [? potentially just headcanons])

🥧 lenny summers x gn author reader (fluff headcanons)

🍓 multi-character fluff headcanons

Voting ended onJul 17, 2024

if you have any other ideas or don't like this selection of characters, please just send me an ask with who and what you want! ❤️ ´◡`

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If anyone has Trelawny fic recommendations send them my way 🫶

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GIGGLES MANIACALLY

introducing

The Height of Hearts

My modern AU set in Norway, that I've been working on between AV the past couple months. Yeah, set in Norway, that's right, because why not?? First chapter is up!!

Some info under the read more;

#teki talks #charthur #jovier #macsummers #tillybeth #rdr2 fics #this is gonna have SPORADIC updates while I finish AV but I couldn't keep it to myself any longer!!!#my fics #ficposting

Anyone have any good Arthur Morgan/M!reader fic recs?

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The Bounty Hunter

(Bounty Hunter!Sadie Adler, Deputy!f!Reader) Warnings: NSFT (spanking, dom!sadie, fingering, improper uses of desks) A/N: Literally just some self indulgent sadie because I’m awful. it’s very to the point because i literally wrote the saucy part and forgot that i needed a beginning. Word Count: 1133

You were sat behind the sheriff’s desk when the sound of the door opening caused you to look up. You smiled, recognizing the woman. “Heya, Sadie.” You greeted before frowning. “We don’t have any bounties for you this time, I’m afraid.”

“I know.” She sneered, pulling a folded poster out of her satchel. She unfolded it before almost smacking it down on the desk. “You gave my bounty away to another hunter?”

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(Thanks for clearing that up ^.^ i didn't mean to insinuate anything by it, just wanted to make sure I didn't make you uncomfortable before bursting into your asks~) //// On that note, would i be able to get a matchup? :) Im a gay trans man with long hair, on the slim side. I'm stubborn, wreckless, a bit of a hot-head and protective over the people I care about (which can put people off of me at first) but deep down i just want the best for everyone. I like to draw and write in my spare time~

Of course! Again, so sorry if I’ve been answering these requests slowly. Please stay safe out there, guys

I pair you with...

Arthur Morgan!

Arthur Morgan won’t deny that he first saw you as a male rendition of Sadie, your recklessness and bold attitude--the shoot first, talk later demeanor--it seemed familiar, not something he witnessed very rarely in camp.

But being the unofficial enforcer of the gang, he also found himself subconsciously keeping you in line. And one of the actual few to do so.

Arthur is a dangerous man. He’s an outlaw who’s been in such business for a long time, the man knows when and when not to use a headstrong approach.

Now, he isn’t one to want to purposefully hold back a person, but he is one to ensure the people he knew stayed safe and very much alive.

Arthur’s level-headedness helped keep you in check: he’s tough enough to advise against your brazen personality and easy enough to also step back and let you do your thing.

Your dynamic remained like that at first, that fiery image is what he kept in his head for a while.

Till he managed to catch you drawing and writing in your book, leaning against a tree. Looking relaxed, and not as rough as you did on the frontiers.

For a moment, he saw himself in you.

Though he chose not to bother your privacy, he viewed you a bit differently after that, the longer you stayed in camp, the more your heart began to show.

The more he began to notice and appreciate it.

With all the time Arthur spent worrying about you, he also began to realize how often you would look out for him as well--for everyone else really.

When you weren’t charging headfirst into an O’Driscoll camp, you were going around asking if others needed help.

--and if there’s one thing Arthur could take a liking to, it was when he saw a good head on someone’s shoulders.

What he really got him though was when you surprised everyone with a few gifts and tokens. The gang had just gone through a streak of lucky victories, and you wanted to celebrate a little by giving.

To his surprise, Arthur received a new journal, tied in with a number of well-crafted pencils.

“I noticed you were running out. I also like to write and draw in my spare time and I thought you might need them.”

He was uncharacteristically speechless, a bit of a chuckling mess-- “I don’t--don’t quite know what to say. This is mighty kind of you,” A little pause, “You got a good head.”

That made you smile just slightly, “Not really. S’just... I wanted to thank you,”

“For always watching my back.”

Arthur rarely received much appreciation for the muscle he pulls in camp, so it was refreshing to see someone who was attentive to everyone’s needs.

You began to get along well, if not better. Speaking more often, chiding each other more often.

You drew together sometimes, not to mention, you were both a blushing mess when he finally showed you some of his work. You knew how personal his journal was.

“Why does this duck look all messy?”

“Was movin’ too much in the lake, couldn’t get a good look at it. I guess I got a bit frustrated after a while,” He chuckled.

“It chased you didn’t it?”

“Sure, made a meal out of it too.”

“Pff-”

Everyone always pegged Arthur to be the protector of the camp. So, be still his heart, when you actually started to get protective over him.

He thought he’d be put off by it, but some part of him actually held a deep and vulnerable regard for it. To know that someone cares and values what he does--to acknowledge that some part of him was actually worth protecting, worth something.

Don’t get him wrong, you weren’t his savior, his beacon of light--no, you were his supporter. You didn’t ridicule him for sketching flowers and animals and sceneries. You didn’t ridicule him for his kindness. You were there for him, understanding his doubts and fears--because you worried for the camp as much as he did.

You were determined to stick by Arthur, always heeding him out when he would let his insecurities get the best of him. You were too stubborn to just let it slide.

“None of that talk now, I ain’t givin' up on you so don’t give up on yourself neither.”

When he talked about wanting to better himself--how he felt as though the life he’s been living was wrong. You gripped his hand and told him that you believed in him.

As time passed Arthur wanted to be the best version of himself, and you nudged him on as you went.

In his previous relationships, Arthur was more so a giver than a taker, but his relationship with you felt more like growing something together.

You confided in him when you felt angry, and he was there to help you see sense through it.

You confided in him when you felt isolated or different or judged, and he would listen, empathize--try to understand in his own way.

It was a very human, and unconditional relationship. Where you both ended up loving and accepting each other for who you are, and supporting what you both strived for.

Arthur would be reminded of you when he felt braver, less afraid.

And he was.

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“Red and Black” Arthur Morgan x Reader

Trigger warnings: Violence, mention of rape, gore

This request was a bit of a challenge for me, I found myself in territory I really haven’t tried before so it was a nice challenge! This particular request came from anon asking for what would happen if Arthur was helpless to watch the reader being tortured for information. There is mention of rape, but that’s it. If you have requested a fic from me, I promise it’s in the drafts and will get out EVENTUALLY. I know I have requests that are older than this particular, but I’m honestly posting them in order that I can get them done in time. If you have requested something from me, I promise I’ve started on it and plan on doing it for you, I’m just a trash person who takes on more than they can handle. Anyways, this is my first oneshot I’ve done in awhile, so I hope everyone enjoys!

Colm missed your small interaction, and for that you were thankful. It was nothing more than a look and the confirmation of understanding of said look, but it was the closest to private conversation you and Arthur had had since you arrived. It gave you the strength to push through whatever was left in store for you. You caught Arthur’s eyes and held their gaze as Colm slid the blade under your collar bone. It was easier to hide the pain now, your lips held tight and you kept your expression as blank as possible. You would get through this together, his gaze wasn’t so desperate and yours wasn’t so pained. Colm’s impatience grew as you kept your pain invisible. He huffed in frustration as he switched off blades. He plunged the knife into your thigh, pulling a hiss of pain from between your lips. Colm smiled cruelly. “There we go, was that so hard?” He twisted the blade and your face contorted in pain. “There’s no need to hide it just for Mr. Morgan’s sake.” He pulled the blade from your flesh and a gasp fled from your parted lips. “Yes,” Colm cooed softly. He slowly sunk the knife into the flesh of your side, careful not to hit any major organs. The slowness of his movements were agonizing. As he twisted, you saw stars and a small cry escaped. You thought you heard a gunshot in the distance as you cried and your eyes shot to Arthur. His eyes darted in the direction of the sound, but Colm paid no mind. Arthur gave you a small nod and with every touch of the knife, you wailed as loudly as possible. More gunshots grew closer, but your cries were drowning them out. Colm was also distracted with how pleased with himself he was. He was convinced you were fully broken now, screeching and wailing like a child with every touch. It was almost too easy. As the gunshots approached, your cries grew louder and more blood curdling, you weren’t sure how long your voice would cover the fight going on outside, but you had to keep Colm distracted. The door to the cellar flew open. “Boss we-”