#reddeadredemption2fanfic

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This is a recent commission I did for a friend’s fanfic set in Arthur’s early 20s.

[hillbillyhipster84]

I’m working on the last epi of my podcast:“Ride With Me: The Queerness of RDR2”. It’s about Arthur. I want to have audio of fans’ answers to the question:

How has the character of Arthur Morgan helped you to better understand yourself as a queer person?

I’m only taking audio clips for this. These can be anonymous. Sorry, no one under 18.

Please DM me if interested!

[hillbillyhipster84]

New Ch. (33) with illustration, for my ongoing Arthur X Trelawny fanfic.

🤠❤️🏳️‍🌈🎩Excerpt below:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here is an excerpt: 

Josiah Trelawny had been living in Saint Denis for the past 10 years. His Aunties had been established as the city’s go to source for all things shady, for most of the past decade. They managed to do this behind the curtain of the 2nd most popular Vaudeville company in the city. His Aunties had bought the small theater when Josiah was barely 20. They had all moved from Chicago. The two women ran the business while Josiah arranged some of the longer running cons.

They adored their foundling child, who they had rescued as a child. The then 8 year old Welsh immigrant had been abandoned by his parents and left to the care of his kind but elderly Granny. The old woman didn’t survive the winter, and the young Josiah Davies was removed from the small flat in which they had stayed. The scrawny child was grabbed off the street by the owner of a brothel, with the full intention of making him a specialized item on the menu. The child was tall with black shining hair, large dark hazel eyes, and fair skin. And he was completely vulnerable. At the time, his future Aunties were teenagers. They were part time working girls at the brothel and part time Vaudville dancers. They were also secretly a couple. They had been in the parlor, flirting with potential customers when the boy was thrusted indoors. The girls took one look at the boy, who was shivering on the mat and fixing his black curls in the small mirror by the door, and then grabbed him up. They led him to their room, thrust a warm paisley coat around him, packed their bags, and left with Josiah in tow.