#rdr2 requests

[viriditydarling]

Rdr2 preference no.1🤍

~How they would react to you being pregnant.

~Arthur Morgan

~Arthur would think it was a dream at first until you put his hand on your little bump.

~He wouldn't be able to speak at first but would just caress your bump as his eyes would start to tear up.

~He would then kiss your bump constantly saying thank you too you kissing you eyelids your cheeks and bringing you in for such a gentle but romantic kiss on the lips.

~He wouldn't tell the rest of the camp until you are ready too do so. He wouldn't be able too get his head around how he has been blessed with such an honur for you to carry his child.

~He tells you it's your choice on what you want to do with the baby and he will support you no matter what.

~He would be really emotional and have a little cry burying his head into your neck from joy.

~But soon as that's all washed over he would be full of joy and would walk around camp smiling to his cheeks ached and humming little songs cheerily.

~He would start highering his honur as he wants to become a better man for the both of you.

~He wouldn't mind if they was a boy or girl he would raise them the same.

~He would draw in his journal how your bump would grow bigger as the months would go by and would draw your stretch marks and would think of them as the baby's first drawing and would draw them so if they ever fade away he can remember how beautiful they were.

~He would go to the grocery store at rodes and buy one of the dollies for them.

~He wouldn't let you do much around camp as he was constantly worrying if you hurt yourself or the baby.

~He would also feel a wave of almost guilt sometimes he feels sorry that you are with someone like him and feels guilty that he has been blessed with a child from you, he would stay up all night doubting himself being good enough too be a dad but your words of reassurance always calmed his bundle of nerves.

~John marston

~He would think your joking at first and would laugh it off.

~He would then believe you when you gave him your stern look which meant you was being his serious.

~He would be in shock and then would slap himself to get himself together and would pull you into a tight embrace remembering not too hurt you and would kiss your forehead still with wide eyes.

~He would rest his head on top of your forehead caressing your bump rambling how he just wished he could bring them up in a better life and how life moves pretty fast.

~He would kneel down and would hug around your bump and hips kissing and trying to talk too your bump saying how he's going to protect them and how he's going to protect mommy (you) and make sure no harm come both of yours way.

~He would tell only Arthur for now not wanting to stress you with everyone asking how you are etc.

~Arthur would give him little man to man talks on how he will be a great farther and not too stress so he doesn't stress you out .

~John would pay the photographer In saint Denis to take a photo of the moon and stars the day your baby is born, and would carve little wooden horses for the baby when they are born.

~He would love to give you massages on your shoulders and your feet at the end of the day and would get all of your pregnancy cravings from the grocery store.

~He would see life in a different perspective and would may even consider leaving the gang with you and living in a cottage near strawberry not too close too the bears though, However he would always back away from having that talk with you as a part of him didn't want to leave and not so much dutch and the outlaw lifestyle but the family he has there .

~He wouldn't mind a girl or boy but would prefer a girl as he's always secretly wanted a daddy's girl.

~He would already arrange with Arthur fishing trips the unborn baby would have with them.

~He would whisper too you at night thinking your asleep how grateful he is of you and how he will always cherish you.

A/N

Hello my darlings, this was my first story and I'm awfully sorry it's short but not too worry I will be adding much more characters in my next preferences, I'm glad you enjoyed requests are welcome goodbye. 🤍

[levithestripper]

firstly ILYSM

secondly may i ask for some fluff micah headcannons with either a gn or male reader it can be whatever you’d like!! i love the stinky rat man <33

Fluffy Relationship Headcanons w/Micah Bell

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✩ A/N: CALEB ILYSM ITS INSANE !!!!! <33333 finally my first micah-centric request!! my stimky lil rat man <33 yes i spelled it stimky on purpose deal w/ it <3 ✩

Dutch had the novel idea to put you on the midnight shift for guard duty last night, so you got barely any sleep. It’s too damn early in the morning to be awake, your eyes half-closed, all while you nurse a cup of coffee next to the campfire. Unsurprisingly, Micah is the only other person awake. He’s sitting across from you, fiddling with his (hopefully) unloaded revolvers. The two of you had been together for a while now, maybe a few months or somewhere near that.

Every so often, Micah’ll glance up at you, just to quickly avert his eyes if he thinks you’ve caught him staring. Not like you’d be able to notice, which your eyes full of sleep still. Before long, he pipes up and asks—more like tells—you, “Hey, sweetheart, why don’t’ya come ‘n sit by me? ‘M much more comf’able than that log yer sittin’ on.” When you sat next to him, your head flopped onto Micah’s shoulder tiredly. His head tilted to rest against yours; his scruffy cheek nuzzled into your hair.

Thus beginning an unspoken tradition of cuddling after long guard duty shifts.

Micah’s still gonna be a little shit towards you, but now it’s endearing somehow. Like he’ll sneak up behind you and poke the sensitive spots on your sides just to see you squeal and jump. Cue the smirk and some raspy cackling <3

When you two are alone, he’ll kiss all over your face if you’ll let him. D’you have facial hair? He’ll kiss it too. Stubble? Yep, you’re covered! Clean-shaven? Expect some kisses and a heaping helping of his mustache and beard affectionately rubbing against your cheeks. He likes seeing how you wiggle around in his grasp when he rubs his beard on your face <3

Once Micah gets more comfortable with you and the relationship as a whole, expect quick hello/goodbye kisses every time he enters/leaves camp. He’s adamant about it occurring when no one can see both of you. The last thing he needs is Arthur jabbing at him with a shit-eating smirk on his face. It’s none of Morgan’s business, anyways!

Admittedly, he’s not the most physically affectionate person when it comes to hand-holding or hugging; but when he’s upset/frustrated, it’s the only thing he wants. After particularly hard jobs, or when he’s just feeling upset, Micah’ll drag you to the outskirts of the camp, sitting down against the trunk of a tree. He’ll pull you down to sit in his lap, encouraging you to wrap your arms around his neck or his waist. You’ll stay like that for hours sometimes, depending on how he’s feeling that day. If it’s long enough, Micah will’ve dozed off with his head nestled into the crook of your shoulder. Other times, he’ll sit there in silence, enjoying your comforting presence, or he’ll vent about how shitty his day was.

Micah considers drinking around the campfire with the other gang members as a date. You have to ask him to go out out somewhere for a date since it just doesn’t seem to cross his mind that you may want to do more than just drink with him.

He likes seeing you wearing his hat around camp. He may or may not purposely start leaving it on your bedroll more and more often. Do you have your own hat already? Yeah, probably. Does he care? No. If you start wearing his shirts too? Ohhhh boy you’re in for a treat that’s for sure ;)

Micah likes to buy your horse fancy stuff from the local stables whenever he passes one by. He buys as much hay and sugar cubes he could reasonably shove into Baylock’s saddlebags. Somehow while Micah’s loading everything, Baylock manages to steal a few sugar cubes for himself. After a while of this, Micah just started to buy a handful for Baylock as well. For your birthday, he buys you a brand new saddle with shiny metal stirrups. Let’s just say to save up that much cash; he didn’t always give the gang its share, so to speak.

For his birthday, you buy him a new gun, and he almost proposes to you on the spot.

Somehow, he always manages to smell like gunpowder and whiskey. You’ll see him drinking with Dutch, and you go over to ask him what he’s drinking, and it isn’t even whiskey. He’s drinking whatever brand of cheap beer the gang had a crate of this week. Like what the fuck Micah, how do you keep doing this???? Not even you know how, considering you’ve never seen Micah take a bath in his life.

Bar fights are interesting, to say the least. More interesting than they were before, anyways. If someone says one backhanded or even slightly rude towards you, they’re getting a few teeth knocked out. There’s a reason why you aren’t allowed to go to the saloon in Valentine with him anymore.

When you’re out of camp without him, you tend to pick up rocks or something similar you think Micah’d like. He was real confused when you first started giving him all sorts of different rocks and trinkets, but he grew to like it. Now Micah has a container full of rocks next to his bedroll.

Micah brings you food when you’re working so you don’t go hungry. He’ll sit down next to you and watch you silently as he ate. Sometimes he’ll ask a question here or there, but he enjoys the comfortable silence more.

[rodeo-boots]

Could you write something for Flaco x f reader who is really short? NSFW if you want with some size difference, please!

This is entirely NSFW, I hope that's okay!!

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1343

AO3

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You weren't tall. By all means, you sometimes felt tiny while standing next to other people, most of all Flaco Hernandez, who you've been well-acquainted with for a while.

He wasn't your lover, wasn't more than a partner in crime, but sometimes, the both of you helped each other out... wherever you could.

It wasn't rare that he asked for your company, that he asked you to stay the night at his cabin. Sometimes there really was a snowstorm that prevented you from riding back home. But most days, you could easily pretend that was the case.

Tonight was no different.

You had arrived as always, had told him of the job you've finished and refused to take his reward. Because, really, you weren't doing any of this for money anymore. Every time you came to see him, it was a pleasure more than anything.

"So, Miss... is it time to go already?" He asked, his breath shaping clouds in front of his face.

Why he lived up here, in the cold and frost, you had never understood. You doubted you ever would.

"Depends," you replied, resting your hip against the desk he sat on. "Would you like some company tonight?"

You surely would, and you knew him well enough to tell that he thought the same way.

He took you in, eyes roaming your shape, or what was visible behind your layers of clothing. "It would be a pleasure." Always so damn courteous. You had believed him to be nothing but a rough and tough gunslinger, but it turned out he could be sweet as summer wine.

A smile shaped upon your lips, and you settled by his side to stay. After all, the warmth of his body next to yours beat the cold outdoors by lengths.

It didn't take long before things escalated between you two. Really, it never did.

Before the night had fully broken, you were already straddling his lap, his powerful thighs beneath your slimmer ones, and his big palms holding your waist so easily.

He was sucking and nipping at the skin of your jaw, planted kisses along your neck and up to your ear. His lips weren't soft, but they were perfect that way, your lips parting at the ticklish sensation of his mustache rubbing against your skin.

"You're so tiny, little bird," he whispered, teeth pulling on your earlobe until your breath hitched and a shiver ran down your spine. "Always hidin' in those huge coats to look bigger than you are, huh?" His assumption wasn't wrong, though you preferred the thick pelts solely to stay warm whenever you were close to his cabin.

Right now, there was nothing better than taking them off, however, nothing better than to allow him to take you in for what you were. His eyes followed your every motion when he leaned back, admiring you the moment you were left in only a shirt and pants.

"You only show yourself to Flaco, don't you?"

He could get possessive, but if that didn't turn you on, nothing would. "Of course," you mumbled, rolling your hips to offer him some friction. The space within his pants had to get smaller by the second, and you wondered how long he'd be able to stay patient.

Grumbling in apparent satisfaction, Flaco's hands wandered up your sides, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt. "Think you're ready for me?" He asked, and you had the audacity to smirk and grind down on his bulge again, eliciting a deep groan from his mouth.

Flaco didn't waste a second. He scooped you right up into his arms, carrying you with ease while your legs wrapped around his waist.

While he carried you over to the bed, his lips mapped out the bare skin of your neck, teeth teasing your pulse point. But before you were able to react, to do more than take in another sharp breath, he had already dropped you onto the mattress, climbing over you and covering you entirely with his massive body.

In comparison to you, he was a beast of a man; most of all with his thick coat. You didn't have any complaints about that, however.

"Fuck me," you demanded, out of breath without him needing to do as much as touch you.

A single look of his was often enough to undo you, and right now, you've had plenty of those focused on yourself already.

He grumbled again, fingers hooking under your waistband to pull your pants down a little bit. Just enough to expose your dripping cunt.

You took in another breath, cold meeting your sensitive sex, your legs trying to close while he only pressed them up against your own chest.

Shit. You didn't know you were this flexible.

"Looks like someone's hungry?" The smile was evident in his tone of voice, thick fingers dipping in between your wet folds with ease.

You gasped, unable to deny his statement when your excitement was more than just obvious. If only he'd stop playing with you.

"It'd only be fair to treat my lady well, don't you think?" He muttered, first one and then another finger pushing into your tight heat, stretching you more than your own ever could.

He didn't even have his cock out yet, and you were already close to coming undone, your thighs quivering when he brought his fingers deeper and crooked them to massage your sweet spot.

Your fingers curled in the blankets, lips parting to release a needy moan. "Right there– please." Any sort of challenge had long since left you, your body needing more in this very moment, needing the release you haven't had in quite some time.

But Flaco grew confident at your shameless display, pulling his soaked fingers out and circling your clit only once, before his touch was gone for good.

Unable to squirm much when one of his hands still kept your ankles secure, you could only wait until he had opened up his bottoms, staring at his reddened erection while pre-cum spilled off the tip and onto the blankets.

You liked your lips at the sight, knowing that Flaco wouldn't want to make himself wait now, the man moving closer as he grabbed the inside of your knees, pushing them further down while he thrust in. With one swift stroke, he had bottomed out within you, the breath forcefully knocked out of your lungs at the stretch you'd never grow used to.

Whimpering when he pulled back out, you remained trapped beneath him, blood rushing within your ears while he started to take what was his without any care about your difference in size.

"So tight," he bit out, holding onto you with enough strength to leave bruises, your tangled pants and underwear only rendering you completely incapable of moving.

How he managed to fit, you still hadn't figured out, holding onto the sheets as he started to pick up the pace.

Each deep stroke knocked you backwards, made you gasp out and your vision darken. It felt good, much too good to be true – the fact that he could oh-so-easily crush you under his weight only making your heart race that much quicker.

You cried out, and he took that as his cue to go even harder. His balls slapped against your wet skin with each thrust, the sound of his grunts and groans mingling with your own pleasurable noises.

Of course you didn't last, couldn't hold back when he angled his hips and pounded into the most sensitive areas within your cunt, your body clenching around him when you came near entirely untouched.

Only his cock had gotten you off, your breath harsh and erratic, hips stuttering while he kept going, thrusting deep and hard while your walls milked him for his release.

At the last moment, he pulled out, making a proper mess of your bare thighs and your cunt, his seed dripping down to seep into the sheets upon the bed.

[its-deputy-caleb]

✨rules for requesting✨ (RDR2 edition)

i’m cleaning up some things for the blog and i’ve finally decided to make a proper rules post.

general rules

list the gender you want the reader (it can be male, female, ftm/mtf, non binary etc.) 

all fics will generally be gender neutral otherwise.

pls list the character(s) you want mentioned in your piece 

i will do most of the characters but make it clear if you’d like a rarer character or not one of the main characters.

give a short little summary, prompt or quote you’d like me to base the piece off (the more detail the better!)

head cannon rules

pls tell me the characters you’d like for the head cannons!

if u ask for the fellers, VDL gang, the girls etc i’ll still do all of them or as many as i can but keep in mind it will take longer to do!

oneshort/fic rules

its important for me to get a more detailed ask here, it can make things clearer and easier if i understand the whole picture so pls give as much detail as you can. (if u just have a small idea tho its still okay <33)

note these will take longer to write so pls be patient. 

nsfw requests and rules

now i’m not very good at nsfw writing in general so keep that in mind but if u do here are some basics

if u can, ask for a nsfw head cannon over a fic (i may find this much easier and i think the result will be better)

for a nsfw head cannon list the character(s) and the kink/scenario you’d like.

u can ask for a fic with again listing the character and scenario you’d like but it will either take a ridiculous amount of time for me to do or i may not feel like posting it (a head cannon is better for me pls)

don’t ask for the usual underage/non con and all those things most people won’t do

however theres no shame if u ask for something (respectfully) and i’ll do my best to write something up for u :) 

general notes

pls keep in mind that i’m busy and do this all in my own time, i love writing and it makes me happy so respect that your piece may take some time.

i don’t have to write something i’m not comfortable with

be respectful and kind when u ask for a piece and you’ll receive the same in return. <33

[tamsin-moon]

Anonymous ask: Hi! Can I request for Javier with a fem!s/o trying to braid his hair? (Sorry for my bad english :(( )

Notes: This is such a cute ask and your English was fine don’t you worry! Javier Escuella x Female Reader. Pure fluff really.

It had been a simple request on Mary-Beths part, really, all she had asked was if you could braid her hair that day. She had wanted to try something different and you had been happy to help her that morning, but as you had finished. Well, honestly you weren’t sure what had happened. It had turned out just bad. Over all it was uneven, some spots too loose, others too tight and you could just tell it wasn’t comfortable. So you were not offended in the least when she took it out again and just went back to her usual style for the day.

She did thank you for trying, but it would come to bother you most of the day. The main reason was because every day you braided your own hair back and while it was done quick it was always even and comfortable. You wondered if that was the reason, as you went about your chores, was that you never really did another persons hair. Sure you and the girls helped each other now and again, but usually it was just getting out knots and anything that might have gotten in there over the course of the day.

Well, you knew how you could fix the problem, you would just have to practice, but who would let you use them as a subject? The girls, sure, but you wanted to surprise them when you got better at it. Abigail was usually too busy, Grimshaw too frightening and you were not close enough with Charles to even consider asking. Your gaze would drift over to the horses, maybe they would be good, but as you were thinking this a certain horse would come trotting into camp and it had your smile coming forth quickly.

Javier had been gone a couple days with Arthur on some little robbery or so and you were happy to see him back and safe. Your weren’t quite done with your chores for the day, but taking a glance around you did not see Grimshaw for the moment so you would pick up your skirt and hurry over to him. Of course you would see him brighten as you got close and would bring your arms around his shoulders as his came around your waist. A slow kiss being pressed to your lips you would hum at the feeling and just squeeze him tight.

“Now that is a wonderful way to be welcomed back,” Javier would hum, forehead resting to your own as he pulled back, “How have you been, my sweet?” He also ask of course and you would assure you’d been fine, though you could see his brow raise as he could tell something was bothering you. You just wave it off, “It’s nothing, just something with the girls, don’t you worry” you assure before he can even ask. Unfortunately the stolen moment would then be ended as you heard Grimshaw yelling for you, the laundry not going to fold itself of course. With a sigh you let him go, lest the woman get impatient, and press a kiss to his cheek, “I will see you later.” You promise and he reluctantly would agree, watching you go a moment before turning to his saddle bags to sort out what he had gotten from the job.

As you would come to predict it would be evening by the time you had a chance to go and find your man once again, of course having eaten first so he would not worry about that. The evening air was nice and cool and it did not take long for you to spot him by the main fire sitting on the ground near it, making your way over you would get there just as Lenny got up from the log. Checking he was not coming back you would tuck your skirt as you settled on it instead, a giggle leaving your lips as Javier moved to be in front of you and leaned against your legs.

Leaning down you would press a kiss to his temple as for once he had his hat off and did not miss the hum of pleasure at your affection, “Y/n, would you mind checking my hair? I was in a bush earlier during the job. Knocked my hat off and got snagged a bit, it just feels a bit knotted.” He would ask you after a moment of comforting silence and you would blink a moment. Looking down you would see how his ponytail was a bit askew and it also dawned on you his hair was a decent enough length. Biting your lip a second you would look to see who was around the fire. Just Uncle and Hosea, the former fairly drunk already, so it show not be too strange.

Your fingers moving to undo the tie on his hair you gently began to run your fingers through it, smiling as he seemed to relax to it, before you would open your mouth to ask, “Javi, would you mind if I practiced braiding your hair?” It was simple enough and you thought he would be ok with it, but you wanted to be sure before just doing it. For a moment he would tilt his head back to look at you and you could see the confusion, “But you are good at it, you sure you need to practice?” he ask and you let out a small sigh, gently working out a tangle in his locks as you answer, “I am good at braiding my own, but not so much other people” you say before explaining that morning with Mary-Beth.

A look of understanding would come to his features before he was looking back ahead so it was easier for you, “So that’s what had you frustrated earlier. I don’t mind at all, just take it out when you’re done, hm?” You could understand, of course, he had his style he liked, but it warmed you to know he would let you do this. Thanking him you would let your fingers get to work, gentle of course, but focusing on doing it well. Meantime you easily fell into conversation with him and Hosea about anything really. Not even realizing as an hour passed and brightening as you finally got an even braid in his hair, tying it off for just the moment as you leaned down to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek as you gave him a squeeze, “Thank you,” you tell him honestly, smiling more as he turn his head to kiss you sweetly. His own eyes shining as you seemed so happy in that moment, “Anything for you, mi amor, I am glad I could help” he reply before shaking his head a bit, “Now please?” he ask and you nod. Straightening back up you would undo your work slowly, making sure his hair was still untangled as you went, until your fingers met his scalp and you would gently rub. You knew it relaxed him when you massaged his scalp and after entertaining your request it was the least you could do.

Not missing his pleased sigh he would reach back to give your knee a squeeze, “I love you” he murmur softly and you just lean down to press a kiss to his head, “I love you too”

[littlestarofthewest]

I feel like doing some drabbles/short ficlets to get the writing juices flowing, so if anyone has a request, feel free to send it in.

Info I'll need:

character x male/female/gn reader OR ship

nsfw or sfw

one word/phrase/prompt

Just remember that I'm not planing on writing a multi chapter long fic 😉

Lady requests and rarepairs are very welcome. Kinky stuff is fine, I might just tap out if it's not my thing. Now, fire away 😄

Reblogs are fine too if you feel like it ☺

[tahitianmangoes]

Hi guys!

So I was gonna do another fic competition for reaching 500 followers but I've decided against it. However, I will remind you that I am taking requests and have plenty of spare time to work on them for the next couple of weeks if you want to send anything in. (Please read my rules before sending to avoid any disappointment!) Or maybe you just wanna say hi? I feel like Tumblr’s been pretty dead lately but maybe that’s just due to the time of year ._.

I also made like a fic progress page if anyone is interested 🥺 And I’m working on updating my masterlist! 

[youimploresme]

For the Enemies/Rivals starters maybe “We have to stop meeting like this” with Arthur x F!reader where she’s not part of the Van der Linde gang (she’s on her own but helps them when they cross paths) and she and Arthur always meet on some kind of robbery? Like they both are robbing the same train/stagecoach/etc at the same time and this is like the eighth time it’s happened over the years? Maybe he asks her to officially join them?

Friend By Happenstance

UM IM SORRY I have no idea how old this request is, but I came back, saw that this said "Arthur" and Just. YES. So here you go, and I'm so sorry for however long the wait was.

Also I absolutely love this request so much. The flavour is immaculate.

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"We gotta stop meeting up like this."

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The first signs of morning were peeking above the mountains behind your lone form as you peered through stolen binoculars. You took your tongue between your teeth in concentration, picking out any signs of movement from that little spot atop the hill.

The stagecoach was scheduled to arrive soon, and you had to be ready. It wasn't supposed to be heavily guarded, which meant it might be the target of other thieves.

A few more minutes ticked by and you watched the shadows dying as morning shoved night away.

Suddenly, you caught sight of the bank-on-wheels, just about salivating over the thought of how much money was in there already. You knew that this was going to be a good haul, just as long as you could pull it off. "Hyah!" You called, nudging your stallion into action. The excitable horse took off like a bullet, slamming through the bushes and tearing dirt up from the ground. This was what it meant to feel alive. You knew that as you whooped and drew your rifle, wind pulling at your hair and hollering in your ears.

At least you knew you were free.

The stagecoach veered sideways and darted forward as the people inside cried out in shock and fear. You grinned and pushed the stallion to go faster, to which he happily obliged. A gunshot rang out and a puff of dirt suddenly came from beside you.

"I ain't gonna kill none of ya, but if you keep shooting at me then I'll highly consider it!" You called. "Just stop the coach and make this easy for all of us!"

"Oh, god, keep going! Don't let her get us!" A lady cried from within.

There was another gunshot, this time closer, and you let out a sigh through your bandana. "Shoot my horse and I'll make y'er deaths slow and painful!"

The third gunshot pissed you off enough to act on your second plan, as threatening them down wasn't going to work. You matched the speed of the coach with your horse, then leapt onto the side. As you did so, another rider came up beside the coach on the opposite end and a rifle was stuck in the driver's face. You didn't get a clear view of the other outlaw, but you didn't really... enjoy sharing. You slid quickly across the coach while the guard on the front was distracted and delivered a quick knock-out blow, then pulled him off of the coach.

The coach began to slow and you huffed out a breath. Now, you just had to deal with the other interested thief.

The coach stopped and the driver was yanked to the ground. You readied your rifle and jumped around the side to get the jump on whoever it was.

To your surprise, however, the shocked face that looked up belonged to someone you had met before. Actually, you guys had met several times and in situations much like this one.

"Arthur-fucking-Morgan." You lowered the rifle with a smile.

"Y/N? What are the odds?" He chuckled, foot still planted on the chest of the stagecoach driver.

You hung your rifle over your shoulder and drew your pistol, then walked to door. As you gestured the people out, you spoke. "I had no idea you guys made it up here, last we spoke was at Blackwater... right? How'd that go, by the way?"

Arthur sighed and marched the driver to the back as you demanded the riders hand over their valuables, quietly as to not interrupt Arthur.

"Ah, not so good. It was a bust and we lost some good people. Had to move up here to hide out." He shrugged as the driver unlocked the back of the stagecoach. This was how your encounters went nowadays, you and him would finish the robbery while you caught up. "What about you? I thought you were heading to Mexico."

"Ah, yeah. Like your Blackwater party, my vacation to Mexico didn't work out." You chuckled, remembering your narrow escape. "They're not exactly welcoming right now."

The both of you finished robbing every drop of money from that stagecoach, then you knocked the people out and called your horses over.

"It's funny to imagine the time that I once hated you for running into me all the time. I couldn't stand the sound of your voice back then, or even hearing your name." You teased him with a laugh. "Strange how time changes everything, huh?"

"Seriously... we gotta stop meeting up like this, Y/N." Arthur grunted as he pulled himself up into his saddle. You frowned up at him from beside your horse.

"And here I thought you enjoyed these little meetings as much as I did." You cooed. To your surprise, he nodded.

"I very much do enjoy them, actually. You still run on your own, right?" He glanced away, seeming suddenly... shy?

You grinned up at him. "Yes, I do. Are you trying once again to get me to join your gang?" You crossed your arms as he chuckled.

"Saw right through that one, eh?"

"I'm clever." You shrugged. His smile settled to a much smaller one and he leaned forward on the horn of his saddle.

Then he sighed. "And, uh... what if I were? Ya know, asking you to join us?"

It was your turn to chuckle as you finally pulled yourself up into your saddle. Then you looked at him again and hummed. "I'd miss running into you randomly. We've been doing this for years-- I'm starting to expect it by now..." You didn't miss the disappointed look that crossed his features at that. "However, I can't help but think I'd enjoy seeing a lot more of you than these random encounters." You flashed a shy smile as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You had never seen Arthur Morgan, the stoic and scary man, blush before... until then, of course. He pretended like he wasn't blushing and nodded once.

"I think I'd fancy seeing you more than I get to, too."

"Then it's settled. If your gang will have me, then I'll join you. As long as you're there."

You didn't tell him that if it had been anyone other than him asking, or that you had been running into so much, you would've given a flat no.

No, it was only because Arthur was the one you had met by some decree of fate.

It was only Arthur Morgan, who you fancied more than even you knew.

Arthur Morgan: your friend by happenstance.

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