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I love big blue coat
#he looks so cozy#big blue coat Arthur#id in alt text#red dead redemption arthur#red dead redemption two#arthur morgan rdr2#rdr2 fanart#rdr2 arthur#rdr2#red dead redemption 2
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colter
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Chapter 1 is such a vibe in Red Dead,also just felt like drawing Aura's cute little Colter outfit,and the bonus of Arthur Morgan and his blue coat.
(I accidentally got his first horse killed in my first run so um-yeah it don't exist in my current game-:| )
#oc: aura jones#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#original character#rdr2#cowboy oc#red dead redemption 2#rdr2 oc#rdr2 arthur#arthur morgan#rdr2 fanart#arthur and his big blue coat are iconic#i hardly draw the man but he's a favorite too#besides sadie that is#I didn't have horse reviver on me when i fell off a cliff so uh#rip arthurs first horse in my game
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im gonna restart my rdr2 playlist i think i want to see arthur with him big blue coat again
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I have a prompt idea if you're still looking for some! How about the reader finding and taking an itty bitty kitten that was orphaned and Arthur's real grumpy about it at first but then she finds him asleep on the couch with the kitten curled up on his chest and he's got a hand over it protectively or something. I know that's not really Christmas-y, but I thought it would be cute! Looking forward to all your writings as always 🥰
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pairing: arthur morgan x f! reader
word count: 1k
a/n: Sorry this was late, it's been a madhouse around here. Anyways, i love this prompt and it makes me want a house cat SO bad. i also love grumpy arthur and if you couldn't tell already, domesticity is my roman empire rn.
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“No.” Arthur growls, voice stern, resolve set. Your eyes are as big as dinner plates as you continue pleading and begging. Your lip juts out, even, testing his patience, shaking his resolve. Arthur is notoriously bad at telling you no. When you’d asked for a second baby, he’d willingly agreed. When you’d asked for the house, and the farm, he’d made it happen for you. But this?
“Please, Arthur… Where else is he supposed to go?” You whisper so as not to wake the baby, sleeping soundly in her bassinet.
“I don’t give a damn. Not here.” Arthur grumbles, placing his tools from work on the table. You follow him around the kitchen like a shadow as he opens and closes cupboards and drawers, putting away all his items from the day.
Arthur is pointedly trying not to look at the little black ball of fur nestled in your arms. He’s afraid that if he catches a glimpse of those big, sad eyes, he’ll agree with you, and he’ll have an extra mouth to feed.
“Where’d you find it, anyways?” Arthur says, turning, sighing as you push the teeny kitten up towards his face, holding it under its little armpits.
“I found him stranded on the road back from the market. Look at him, Arthur. He’s not well. We’ll have to feed him.” You plead. Arthur’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose as he stops and turns around. You nearly run into his back, stopping just in time.
Arthur gets a good glimpse at the little feller then. He’s just a little cat, probably only a few months old. He’s far too skinny, and his jet black coat is ruffled and dirty from the elements. You hold the cat out to show Arthur, and then he sees the little, white, crescent-shaped mark that adorns his forehead, right between his blue eyes. Arthur releases the bridge of his nose, sighing grumpily. When his eyes crack open, and he sees your pleading face, perfectly matching the cat’s expression, he gives up.
“Goddammit, fine. Jus’ throw him in the spare room, n’ I’ll find him some fish or somethin’.” Arthur says, rather dramatically, in your opinion. You hold the kitten close to your chest, your spare arm wrapping around the man’s neck.
“Oh, thank you, Arthur!!” You smile, kissing him quickly before popping down from your tiptoes.
“Yeah, well don’t get all cheery just yet. We’re tossin’ him back out in the snow as soon as he’s good and healthy.”
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The rocking chair swings back and forth quietly. Your hand gently taps your daughter’s back, and you hum quietly. She’d woken you and Arthur up in a fit, hungry, raising her little fists into the air and giving you both hell. But now, her little belly is full, and a peaceful silence has fallen over the house once more. The moonlight streaking through the windows tells you that it’s early morning, and you sigh at another night’s lack of sleep.
“Easy, baby.” You whisper, quietly and slowly standing from the rocking chair, swaying her in your arms until you reach her bassinet.
“Good night, my sweet girl.” You whisper sweetly, pressing a kiss to her little forehead, brushing some peach fuzz out of her face.
You push the nursery door open quietly, eager to find your place next to Arthur in bed again. But a few steps down the hall, you stop in your tracks, a familiar voice coming from the living room.
“Yeah, well you’re a right bastard, y’know that?” Arthur whispers, and you suppress a laugh, peeking around the corner.
Arthur is sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. Laying on his chest, nuzzled against his thick arm, is the little kitten. He purrs loudly, eyes closed, awfully content in your husband’s arms. Your heart melts in its cavern at the sight, and you watch the scene play out with bright eyes.
“The lady is puttin’ the lil’ one back to bed, I figure I might as well do somethin’. So, make no mistakes, partner. We ain’t friends.” He whispers to the kitten, but contrary to his harsh words, Arthur’s finger scratches gently behind the kitten’s ear, pulling deep rumbles and purrs from the little animal. A few moments go by with Arthur’s hand resting protectively on the little cat.
“Y’know, you are kinda cute… But don’t tell the missus I said that. I don’t want her thinkin’ I’ve gone soft.”
You suppress a chuckle.
“I reckon we should call you Moon… cause you got a little one right between them big eyes.” Arthur hums, eyelids growing heavy the longer he rests on the couch. You clear your throat gently, making him aware of your presence before stepping into the living room.
“Didn’t see you there.” Arthur says, sitting straight on the couch, cheeks tinted pink.
“She’s asleep.” You smile, “I see you’re making friends.”
Arthur exhales sharply, a huff of a laugh, “Me and the cat? Nah, he uh– he wouldn’t stop hollerin’ so I tried holdin’ him.” Arthur excuses, hand still wrapped protectively around the sleeping animal.
“Right.” You raise an eyebrow, “You comin’ back to bed, then?”
Arthur hesitates, looking up at you, then down to Moon.
“I’ll be in shortly, sweetheart. Just gonna stay out here a little longer with him so he doesn’t go wakin’ you or the kids up.”
You smirk, “Alright then, Arthur.”
A kiss is planted to his lips before you head to the bedroom, and he sinks back down on the couch with Moon tucked into his arm.
Five minutes turn to ten, and ten to thirty. And when you wake up to start breakfast, your husband is still cuddled up on the couch. Snores fall from his lips, matching the time of little content purrs coming from Moon, sleeping in a little ball right on Arthur’s chest.
So much for not giving a damn. You chuckle to yourself.
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i think arthurs big blue coat could save me
#it looks so WARM n COMFORTABLE#i want it. i want to be toasty n cozy#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#strawberry speaks
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um umumum okay i really wanna share a thought. straddling arthur you know thighs spread wide over his hips as u rub ur pussy back & forth on his achingly hard cock, coating his stomach with ur slick & his cum.......... DO U JNOW WHAT I MEANN
he can’t stop looking down at the absolute mess you’re making, the sight feels like a punch to the gut, rendering him breathless, hungry. his cock twitches at the thought of burying his face between those thighs and eating you out until you can’t take it anymore, big, calloused hands gripping your hips to help you grind against his cock. he’s afraid he might be leaving bruises on your skin, but you’re being SO loud and needy that he doesn’t think you’ll mind— he’ll feel guilty about it when tomorrow comes no doubt, but right now, all he can think about is helping you rub your soaked cunt all over his cock, the slick, wet, downright filthy noises drowning out his quiet grunts, his hips bucking upwards to meet yours, pretty blue eyes almost swallowed up by his pupils; and once you’ve come at least twice like this, he’s gonna lay you down real nice and fuck you until you’re dripping with his cum.
#i need him in a way that would get me cast out of heaven.#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan smut#rdr2 smut#rdr2 imagine#red dead redemption 2 smut#red dead redemption 2 imagine#a1yaaaa#answered#fav
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Big blue coat arthur wip + some horsies
#trying to understand how horses work#but i did mlp fanart as a kid so it's a bit of a struggle#also more arf fur#red dead redemption#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#horse#fanart#lucasolikos art#artists on tumblr#wip
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clementina pt3.
A/N: hello again! once again i want to thank everyone for the likes on pt 1&pt 2 of this fanfic. To be honest, i didn't expect anyone to read this and actually leave a like. the support is much appreciated. the next part after this will be the end, making this series four parts.Also, the picture used for this part is the faceclaim for clementina.
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italics: flashbacks.
pt1. pt2. pt4
Summery: The Shelby family are in for a shock when they find out they have a sister hiding in plain sight.
Word count: 664
Tommy gently wraps his dark blue coat around the young girls shivering body, Polly stands up and grabs her purse whilst Tommy hooks his arm under the girls legs then hooks his other arm behind her back. Tommy frowns slightly when he realises how light she felt. It was clear that the girl was extremely malnourished for her age. from the paperwork in her folder, Tommy knew she was nine years old but by the looks of her she looks barely six years old. Arthur was already in one of the cars outside ready to drive off as soon as Tommy get in with clementina. Tommy rushes out of the room he found the young girl in.
Polly rushes behind him then gets into the other car “ Arthur, drive like your life fucking depends on it” Polly demands, turning on the car engine.
Tommy sits beside Arthur with clementina in his arms. the drive would be twenty minutes but with Arthur driving, it would only take roughly ten minutes.
Clementina had been in hospital for the past week, she had been unconscious for majority of her stay. when she woke up, she saw the same woman she saw in the orphanage. She introduced herself as Polly and reassured clementina was safe and won't have to see the nuns again.
“ hello?” clementina calls out, look around at the hospital room she was currently placed in, she couldn't remember how she got here, her chest rises and falls rapidly as she realises she was alone in the cold, white room. Clementina was always scared to be alone even before she was in the orphanage, her father would leave her alone for hours in the warn down small flat that was her mothers before she passed.
Before clementina could call out again, she heard the door opening quietly then shutting less then three seconds later. The young girl looks towards the noise, immediately noticing a woman with curly brown hair walling over to her. She recognises her as the woman from the orphanage.
“hello darling, i was wondering when you would awake” Polly sits down on the chair beside Clementina's bed, putting her purse on the floor gently.
Clementina watches Polly, her eyes telling Polly that she was scared of her “ who are you“ Clementina whispers fearfully.
Polly smiles softly, placing her hand on top of Clementinas' small hand “ i'm Polly, your aunt” she introduces herself, using her other hand to move a strand of Clementinas hair from her face, Polly's eyes sparkle as she looks over the young girls face “ you have a big family waiting for you”
Clementina eyebrows twitch as her eyes widen “family? i have a family”she whispers, ever since Clementina was placed into the orphanage she prayed every morning and night for her to get a family.
Polly chuckles softly, nodding “ you have four brothers and a sister” she smiles happily “Finn your youngest brother is closest to your age, hes nineteen”
Clementina blinks slowly, listening as Polly spoke. she always wanted siblings but now she has five of them, she felt slightly overwhelmed there was a man” she whispers, remembering seeing a man pointing a gun at the nun that was punishing her.
“ that would be Tommy, your second oldest brother, hes here right now talking to the doctor that helped you” Polly clarified for the young girl, sensing that the information was confusing her.
Polly stayed in that hospital room for a couple of hours, keeping Clementina company as Tommy was making arrangements with the doctors to discharge her into his care.
outside of the hospital room, the sounds of the young girls giggles could be heard, the time Polly spent with her, the more she felt comfortable and relaxed with Polly. The young girl didn't hear as Tommy opens the door and lights his cigarette.
Tommy leans against the door frame, watching them. he blows some smoke from his mouth and smiles slightly “ hello clementina” he greets the young girl.
a/n: i don't really like this part, it feels rushed and not that interesting but i want to post daily for this series. i hope you enjoyed it. please leave a like, comment or re-blog it will be most appreciated xxx
#tommy shelby imagines#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders imagines#tommy shelby fanfic#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders x sister!reader#shelby!sister#tommy shelby x sister!reader
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Arthur and his big blue coat and his silly little horse have my heart
#rdr2#rdr2 fanart#artwork#sketch#digital artist#rdr2 arthur#arthur morgan#red dead redemption#cowboy#sparkly#teehee#silly#tencentbounty#i love this man so much
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Sick Day
Tommy gets the sniffles. One shot. Tame, just some Tommy language, slight fluff. 864 words.
“Tommy are you alright?” you asked him as he made his way into the kitchen. He looked paler than normal, his normally bright blue eyes a little watery. “Yes love, never better just a little hoarse this morning.” he rasped as he sat down next to you. “Nothing a nip of whiskey won’t fix, eh?” He states reaching for the bottle. You stop his hand, “Maybe you should stay home today, can’t do any meetings with barely a voice can you?” Tommy sighs as he pours a shot, “Can’t do that, these meetings have been on the books for months. I can’t keep them waiting any longer. I'll be fine.” Knowing you can’t convince him otherwise you state, “Well I'll be here all day if you need me. You can always come home if you need to.” With a smirk he stands and puts on his coat. “Always the good nurse, ready to take care of me, aren’t ya?” With a slight cough he walks out the door. Eyes rolling to yourself you get up to clean off the kitchen table, “You’ll be back.”
Tommy’s morning goes slowly. On top of the boring meetings and being asked if he’s okay by everyone, he can’t stop coughing. He hides in his office to get away from all the prying eyes and countless questions. He's burning up, his head is pounding, and his voice is almost gone. “Maybe I am sick.” he thinks to himself. “I can’t even taste my whiskey anymore.” Laying his head down on the cool wood of the desk, he dozes off. Unknown time passes as there is a knock on the door. “Tommy, last meeting of the day is here....” Finn trails off, “Lord, you look terrible Tommy.” He awakens enough to reach for the trashcan to throw up in. Finn cringes, “Go home, jeez, Arthur and I can handle the last meeting. Can’t have you spewing everywhere.” Tommy finally empties what little he had in his stomach and shakily stands up, “Finn, I'm going home for lunch. If you want to deal with the meeting fine, but don’t screw it up for us. Better yet just send them back home for a few more days. I don’t give a shit if they’re mad. They'll live if they want to do business with us.”
Finn grabs Tommy by the shoulders and helps him out of his office. “Don’t worry about it Tom, we’ve got it handled. Go home and get some rest, yeah?” With barely a whisper Tommy manages to get out, “It’s just the sniffles, I managed to survive France, didn’t I?” Finn just shakes his head at his brother’s stubbornness. Tommy makes it home, his muscles aching like he got in a fight. You meet him at the door. “Goodness, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Tommy just looks at you with pitiful sick puppy eyes. “It’s just the sniffles. I came home for lunch.” Practically dragging him through the door you reply, “Oh yeah, then what’s this I heard about you getting sick in your office today?” Groaning, he mumbles, “Damn Finn. I'm fine just a little under the weather is all.” You guide him up to the bedroom and help him out of his suit. “Tommy Shelby, you’re not going back to the office you will stay here. I told Finn that when he called to tell me you got sick.” You state, hands on your hips, “I knew you was in bad shape this morning, but no, you wouldn’t hear of it.”
Tommy just flops into the bed with a groan. Before he could ask for anything you interject, “And no whiskey either young man, just tea and soup.” You hear him grumbling into his pillow at that one. You go to the kitchen to prepare his soup and tea, talking to yourself, “If only he listened to me this morning, he’d probably be better by now, but no, big Mr. Shelby had meetings today!” Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Tommy is delirious with fever. Hair in a mess and eyes glazed over, he can barely see. His poor face was all red and splotchy. With every cough, his head felt like it was going to explode. He feels a cool rag on his forehead, now realizing that you entered the room. “Poor thing,” you coddle, “You are in rough shape. No, certainly no more work for you today.” Struggling to sit up, he takes the cup of tea from you. “You know love, I think I might be a little bit ill.”
You lightly slap his arm, “Well you don’t say Mr. Shelby!” Drinking the hot tea, he manages to point out, “Well at least I have a good nurse to take care of me.” You bend down and kiss his hot forehead, “That you do Mr. Shelby that you do.” Finishing the tea he resumes, “Does this mean I get a sponge bath from my hot nurse?” You glare at him not trying to sound amused by him, “No, now have your soup.”
“But nurse I need a sponge bath! I’m all sweaty from the fever!” he teases.
“Eat your soup, Thomas!”
#tommy shelby#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinder imagine#tommy shelby x fem!reader#tommy shelby x y/n#cillian murphy
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Im so normal about father-child relationships in case you forgot
#yes#my headcanon is that big blue coat was hoseas#why? cause I said so!#rdr2#ourthur#arthur morgan#Hosea matthews#rdr2 fanart
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To Be Hunted
pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader
warnings: angst with happy ending, animal death briefly mentioned.
summary: from the prompt- Arthur teaching the reader (his girlfriend) to hunt.
word count: 5,217
a/n: repost from ao3.
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It was late July, and hot as the fire Uncle just crudely pissed beside. Everyone sat miserably waiting for the scouting party to return. Dutch decided it was best to move camps, needing to be closer to some sort of wealth, so the ‘men of the camp’ were out searching for greener pastures. Or really just some place the gang had yet to tap dry.
You had been riding with said gang for the past eight months.
After your life didn’t quite end up as you planned, you kinda stuck with the mindset of: this world is rough so you gotta be tough.
Which really had already built you up too much. In truth you were found walking aimlessly in the Heartlands, after your horse had collapsed, dead.
If it hadn't been for Arthur being kind enough to take you to the gang, who knows where you’d be by now.
The fact was nobody gave damn about you, until he found you.
And you’ve enjoyed your stay for the most part. You had food, a place to sleep, and probably the most beneficial you had constant protection. However, you didn’t want to sound ungrateful or spoiled or anything, but Dutch was very protective of the ladies, and did not want them involved with much of anything. A little pickpocketing here, a little playing a damsel in distress there. But that was really it.
As a general rule he wanted all of you doing the domestic work, while the men got their hands dirty.
He meant it nobly you supposed, but for a woman like yourself, it didn’t sit right. You missed doing things, and going places. Even if it were risky or out of your comfort zone. You just felt like you could do, and perhaps be more.
That was all until you started going steady with Arthur. Then little, by little, you had picked up more responsibilities. Small, unimportant things if you looked at the big picture, but better than cleaning Bill’s soiled union suit.
You mainly helped steal livestock. Always late into the night, and always with Arthur by your side. And on the very rarest of occasions you’ve helped with some homestead robberies. They were a little more intense, and you could tell that they made Arthur a nervous wreck.
He had given you one of his revolvers and had shown you all the basics, but you still weren't great. If practice makes perfect, then how the hell were supposed to learn?
Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard horses and laid your eyes on Arthur leading the group. His freshly cleaned blue shirt was brown with mud and his coat was missing.
They hitched their horses, all looking very irritated, and seemed to be avoiding Arthur’s gaze.
“What the hell happened?” You called out while making your way to them, eyes worriedly searching Arthur for injuries.
“Damn O’driscoll’s.” Arthur stormed past you infuriated. He made his way to his tent and threw his hat onto his bed. Then he kicked the side of his trunk while muttering all kinds of things, then sat down with his hands in his hair, and his elbows resting on his legs.
You were frozen to the spot, not sure what you should or shouldn't do. This was, for sure, uncharted territory. Arthur didn't lose his cool.
Hosea walked up and stood beside you. “We were ambushed. Those damn Irish bastards somehow knew...If it hadn’t been for his quick thinkin’ I reckon we’d all be dead right about now.” He gently patted your shoulder and left you alone.
Your relationship was still pretty new. You’ve known that you’ve liked him since meeting him but it didn’t get serious until a few weeks ago.
And boy did it get serious, fast.
At first he seemed reluctant. He liked you, but you had to keep convincing him that you wanted the relationship. And then, after some questioning, and maybe even an ultimatum, he had told you about Mary and the damage that she’d done...and then, then he told you about Isaac.
You're not saying that you fully understood. You couldn’t, you had never had nor lost a child. But it helped you recognize and understand certain behaviors and tendencies of his. When he’d pull away from you, or why it took him so long to kiss you. Or, sometimes why he needed space. He was, at times, the most self loathing person that you'd ever met. It didn't necessarily hurt your relationship but it did make it, at times very challenging.
It happened the first time, a couple of days after he told you about his son. In a way, the confession freed him. He touched you more, albeit in private, but that was fine by you.
Then he asked if you wanted to take a trip to Strawberry.
You were excited, not having left camp in what felt like months. He bought you dinner, and offered to buy you a new outfit, but you declined. You hoped to soon earn your own money and buy your own clothes. He worked too hard for the gang to waste his money on a dress, when people in the camp were hungry.
He was anxious about something, and you weren't sure what it was until he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and stated that it was getting late, and that he could buy a room if you wanted.
You blushed and nodded ‘yes’ that you wanted to stay. He moved so quickly to pay that he almost tripped over his chair.
He grabbed your hand, his palm was uncharacteristically sweaty, and the other couldn’t stop fidgeting with his collar. As he led you up the stairs into the small yet cozy room.
It was your first time sharing a bed and you were worried it would be awkward. Especially because of how different he was acting.
You both stripped down to your underclothes. He complimented you and told you how beautiful you were. You both got under the covers, you were too worried that you were somehow pressuring him into this.
But in reality he was just waiting for you to make the next move.
The room was cold and Arthur was warm, and before either of you knew it you were snuggled closely, drifting off to sleep.
You woke to the sun creeping in from around the dark drapes. Disoriented at first until you felt his strong arms holding you firm against his body. You turned slightly, just enough to look at his face.
He looked so peaceful, something you weren't used to seeing. Dutch was gonna work him to death. And that was the thought that urged you forward. You softly kissed his brow, and then placed one on either side of his slightly parted mouth.
His eyes opened slowly and when they locked with yours, he could no longer hold himself back. His mouth explored, and his full concentration was solely on you.
The only way to describe that morning was, you, for the first time in your life felt complete.
Ever since your trip to Strawberry your relationship was different. He had developed an appetite that only you could satisfy. He still wasn't keen on public affection, he just wasn't comfortable with all the wondering eyes.
So you were the one that insisted on letting the camp know he was yours. It made you proud, and you knew that deep down Arthur was thankful for your boldness. So you’d grab his hand or reach up to kiss him anytime you felt that he needed it, or whenever you did, it didn't matter who it was in front of.
Though, you were still not sharing a tent. You wanted to, but didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t ready for.
That was the imbalance of your relationship. He sometimes wouldn’t talk, and sometimes neither would you.
As you watched him sitting on his cot, you realized that for as long as you've known him, you couldn’t recall ever seeing him like this. You didn’t know what he needed, and you didn’t want to make the wrong move. He truly was fragile. More so than anyone knew, anyone but you.
You slowly walked over to him, his head still hung low. “Arthur, you ok?”
He looked up hesitantly, the untrained eye wouldn't have noticed, but you saw the extra moisture in his eyes.
He plastered on a fake half smile and said “Would you want to go hunting with me tomorrow?”
You were taken aback and felt your eyebrows pinch together. “Arthur?...”
You gasped as he suddenly reached forward and grabbed both of your hands. “I just really think we should go hunting.”
“O..ok. Whatever you want to do tomorrow sounds good to me.” You tried to smile, but you felt it fall flat. Something wasn't right, and you were more than worried about him.
He stood abruptly “Good, we’ll leave first thing in the morning.” He kissed you on the top of your head and pulled you into a fierce hug that almost winded you. Then as quick as it happened, he let go, and walked across the camp to Charles.
You couldn’t sleep. Anxiety found its place in your chest, your breath was short, and your heartbeat felt a few beats quicker.
The hours ticked by slowly until the moon disappeared and the sun lit the sky a soft pink.
You sensed his presence and heard his footsteps, before you heard him gently calling your name. You turned over slowly pretending you had just had a good night's sleep.
He looked fully prepared for the day. Hat and coat were already on, and you looked over to your horses only to see that they both were saddled and ready.
“You about ready to go?”
You stood slowly, feeling probably how you looked, tired. When you studied his features from under the brim of his hat, you noticed that he didn’t look much better.
“Let me change and eat something.”
“Here.” He passed you a can of biscuits.
You looked at him a little angry at his impatience.
“Stew ain’t done yet, and I want to get out of here before Miss Grimshaw gets mad at me for takin’ ya.”
You nodded accepting both the biscuits and the explanation.
You wore your favorite outfit. It was a black buttoned up top with dark jeans that you liked to tuck into your black boots. It matched perfectly with your black hat that had a green ribbon around the base. You liked to call it your ‘outlaw’ uniform, because you always wore it when you were ‘outlawing’ (plus it made you feel badass), but Arthur hated that.
He hated what he felt that he made you into one. He hadn’t though, you would have become one, one way or another, either that or died. It was truly inevitable.
When you met him at your horses, he looked you up and down, a not so subtle frown on his face. He had grown to hate the outfit. It wasn’t that you didn't look great, it was the implications of it.
“I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to ruin any of my other clothes.”
He exhaled out of his nose and moved his horse forward, not even waiting for you to mount.
You stroked your horse lovingly, stuck one foot into the stirrups and then swung the other leg over until you were sitting high on his back.
You didn’t rush to catch up to Arthur. If he wanted to ride with you he’d have to slow down to your pace. You were gonna savor every second away from those annoying people you called your family. You weren't going to let his strange mood ruin your fun.
After a few minutes he seemed annoyed that you weren't beside him, so he turned around making a big circle and until you were riding alongside him.
It was then you noticed that he had two bows and what seemed like an excessive amount of arrows. You felt a thrill, more than a little excited to learn something new.
He led you to a spot not too far away from camp, maybe forty five minutes. And if you considered your slow pace, not far at all.
He offered to help you off of your horse, the first sign of your Arthur that you've seen in what felt like a long time. You accepted his hand as he helped you down.
He smiled at you as his hands naturally found your hips. He looked like he wanted to say something but instead he reached behind him and handed you the bow. “Charles made this for ya.”
“For me?” You looked at the dark wood with little vine-like carvings. “Wow, it's so beautiful.”
He swallowed thickly, and his eyes wandered not being able to look at you for too long. “You can thank him when we get back”.
“Oh I definitely will. I’ve always wanted my own bow.”
He looked back to you, the same strange expression on his handsome face.
“We’ll follow the sun a bit.” He pulled out his binoculars and looked ahead. “There’s always deer around these parts.”
“Should I be taking notes?” You were trying to poke fun to lighten the dark mood, but either he didn’t hear the humor in your voice, or maybe he didn't think it was funny.
“Nah, you've got a good memory.”
He then taught you how to hide your horses, but to never hitch them. That way they'd be able to come when you whistled. Which was very important when you had a large animal carcass.
Then he led you, on foot, through some trees, until you came upon an area of dense brush. He crouched and you copied him.
“Alright. Now I’m gonna teach you about tracking.”
You nodded like the diligent student you were. You liked ‘instructor’ Arthur. He was demanding and intense. It turned you on…
“You even listenin’ to me?”
You blushed and ducked your head. “Of course I am.”
“Then what did I just finish sayin’?” He stood, cocked his hips to the side, and then placed both hands on his gun belt.
You stood and tilted your head in an attempt of defiance.. “You were talkin’ about tracking.”
“What about it?”
After your long pause, he grew slightly frustrated. He took off his hat and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his face and back of his neck. Then he messed with the fold of his hat before placing it back on his head.
He did the action to calm himself down. You suspected that it stopped him from fussing at you.
“Look, if you ain’t gonna take this seriously…”
“I want to learn.”
“Ok then.” He went on to explain how to track, and all the things you could find that animals left behind. Fur, droppings, and all kinds of fun stuff like that.
After tracking for a few minutes, he found a trail. He expertly followed it, speaking lowly, but still giving you plenty of pointers along the way.
Then he looked back at you and brought one finger to his lips. You quietly caught up. There were five deer, spread far enough apart to see individually, peacefully grazing on grass.
He whispered so softly you could barely hear him. He explained how to pick the right one to kill. You wanted to make sure it wasn’t sick, or had a fawn nearby.
He grabbed his bow, briefly showing you how to hold it, grabbed an arrow, and stood. Then he pulled the arrow back with his strong arm, gave a quick whistle, and when the deer looked up he let go. Killing the animal instantly.
The whole process was a bit sad to you. But the way that Arthur handled it, was the most humane way to do it. You needed to eat, the deer was food, and Arthur didn’t let it suffer.
You had never killed anything so seeing the animal laying there was a different experience. You ate animal every time you ate stew, and to eat stew someone had to do the exact thing you had just witnessed.
It was something that you’d get better at, you’d already felt less squeamish the more you looked at the dead animal.
“If we come across some more before it gets too late, I’ll teach you how to skin it, and the cleanest way to get its meat.”
Before you could protest the morbid idea, not quite trusting your adjusting stomach to go that far, he whistled loudly and after a few seconds you heard his horse galloping.
He took the arrow out, wiped the blood off, and placed the deer on the back of his horse. You went ahead and whistled for your horse as well, for some reason you wanted them to stay together. Then you both lead them to a secluded area, so you could continue your hunt.
“Ok, this next one is all you.” He gestured for you to take the lead.
You gulped. You had paid attention, you truly did. But having to remember things on the spot made you slightly nervous. That and the fact that Arthur wasn't himself. He was more intimidating and serious and that made you more than a little anxious. You didn't want to disappoint him.
At first you were doing great. After a few minutes of looking for droppings, you had found some, and that made the trail pretty clear. So you followed and followed, until you lost it completely.
He was positive and encouraged you. Afterall, this was your first time doing so. Frankly, he just seemed happy that you’d remembered some of his lessons.
Then a couple of hours later, you had lost count on how many animal turds you had inspected, you had finally found a small herd.
You smiled back at him, and as he caught up looking at what you'd found, he briefly let a smile escape through whatever was going through his head.
“Now what?” You stood close to him and whispered.
He nodded to your bow, which you pulled out, and went a step ahead and retrieved an arrow as well.
He stood behind you, so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. He gently placed your arms where they needed to go pressed his body firmly against yours, pulling the bow back.
You held your breath as you felt his strong arms guide you, and when you felt his warm-calloused hands grip your hand and then your hip, you couldn’t help it, a little moan escaped as you looked up at him.
Unfortunately for you, this was at the same time he chose to release your arrow. It flew and fell a good ways away from the deer, causing the herd to disperse.
“Goddamnit!” He yelled.
You jumped at the unexpected outburst.
“Why can’t you just pay attention!?” He threw your bow down and started walking the opposite way, back towards the horses.
You stood frozen for a moment, and tried to understand what had just happened. Then when you were over the initial shock you picked up your bow and followed.
When you caught up you walked backwards so that you were facing him. “What the hell was that Arthur?” You were angry and your voice let it show.
His brows were pinched tightly and the brim of his hat was pushed down lower than usual.
He ignored you, and continued walking with long strides.
“Hey.” He didn’t stop.
“Hey!” You stopped in front of him, causing him to run into you before he looked up and stopped.
“What?” He had the nerve to grumble at you.
You took a deep breath and calmed down before speaking. “Look, I don’t know what's going on with you…”
“It’s nothin’.” He cut you off sharply.
“Well it's obviously something.” You took off your hat so he could see your expressions more clearly. “I know that I ain’t a natural or nothin’ but you don’t have to treat me like an idiot. This was my first time, and you know that.”
“You were distracted. You weren’t even paying any attention.” His voice was harsh and absolute. His eyes avoided yours.
“Yeah that's cause this guy who i've been courting had his big strong arms on me.” You said in a southerbell voice, while fanning yourself with your hat dramatically. You regretted it immediately when he didn't even smirk.
“Look I’m not going to apologize that I'm attracted to you.” You took a step forward getting just in his space. “And when you put your hands on me, I think of all the things those hands have done and can do.”
“A lot of killing.” He murmured
“Yeah...that’s true. But that ain’t quite what I was thinkin’.” You stood on your toes and kissed him.
It was the first time he hadn’t eagerly responded to one of your kisses, and an icey fear shot through your veins.
You took a giant step back. It all made sense now. “Are you trying to break up with me?” Your voice sounded dead to your own ears.
That got his attention. His whole face crumbled, and your Arthur came back. He took off his hat so that you could see him as he could you. “God no. How could you even ask that?”
“Well you seemed to be pretty annoyed with me.”
“I...I ain’t annoyed.” He sighed and shook his head.
You placed your hands on your hips, and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m really not.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“It’s not an easy thing for me to explain.”
Your face cooled down and your hands dropped by your side. “It’s ok we got time.” You looked up at him pleadingly. “Talk to me, please.”
He took a deep breath and nodded his head. He knew that he had to come clean, but he wasn’t sure he could do it. He looked around for a comfortable spot. “Fine. Let's go sit under that tree.”
He walked you over to a smooth boulder, under a big tree. You sat down side by side, thighs barely touching.
He placed his hands in his lap, as his fingers played with a tear in his pants.
You wanted him to speak first, no you needed him to speak first. Even though he said he wasn't ending things with you, it still felt like it. So you waited and waited, until he finally cleared his throat a few times and started to speak.
“Yesterday, when we was out lookin’ for a new camp.” He paused and worked his jaw a few times. “Everything was fine one minute. Bill was saying all these ignorant things and Hosea was schoolin’ him…” His eyes squinted at the memory. “And then out of nowhere, we were surrounded by O’driscoll’s.”
You laid your hand on his thigh, and without a second thought he grabbed a hold of it tightly. You felt a little less scared at the reassurance. His hand in your hand made the world feel right again.
“Dutch froze. He looked so shocked and angry. Like he couldn’t believe this was happenin’ to him.” His gaze was on the horizon, it looked as though he was reliving every detail.
“And then what happened?” You asked as your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand.
“He, he pulled out his guns and just started shootin’ em’.”
Your eyes widened. “Without trying to talk to them first?”
He shook his head. “He didn’t even try.”
“That doesn't sound like Dutch.”
“No it doesn't.” He sighed heavily. “Everyone but Dutch ran for cover. He just stood there in the middle of the field. Guns blazing. He looked insane, I don’t think he even blinked. I told everyone to cover him, while Charles and I went around them and flanked the bastards.”
“I’m glad at least you had a plan.” You said proudly. You knew that it wasn't important to him, but you always felt that he would make a good leader. He had something most leaders didn't, he actually cared about people.
He gave a humorless chuckle. “I suppose.”
“Why did you show up so dirty?”
“I came up on a group of them. I started shooting and then this sonofabitch tackled me from behind. We fell off of a small cliff and landed in mud.”
You panicked slightly. “You said you were ok.”
He turned, his piercing eyes stared straight into yours. “I’m fine...I know that we only fell for a few seconds but, but for the first time in my life...I was scared I was gonna die.”
“Cause he…”
“Cause I was afraid I couldn’t get back to you.” His eyes welled with tears and he quickly looked away in frustration. “Damnit, I’ve just never felt this way before, and I don't really know what i'm saying or how to say it.”
You sat quietly trying to take the confession in. Did you make him weak?
“...and if all of us would have died. What would have happened to y'all back at camp?”
“We would have figured something out.”
“None of you can even hunt.”
Then all the pieces fell into place, and the picture was clear. “Arthur I’m a grown woman..”
“And you're mine to look out for.” He squinted like he didn’t like how that sounded. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No you are right. I am yours. Always. But you don't have to always look out for me.”
“I do though.” He turned fully towards you taking both your hands, reminding you of yesterday. “Look if I die out there, doing god knows what.”
You violently shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes.
“It, it could happen. And we both need to face them facts. If I were to not come back...I, I can’t die thinkin’ that you was left alone, not knowing how to defend yourself, or how to find food.” He leaned into your palm as you wiped a tear. “I ain’t strong enough for that. It scares the living shit out of me.”
He returned the favor and wiped some of your falling tears. “Don’t worry about me like that. I’d figure it out, you know I would.”
“I can’t help it. Leaving you would be the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, and knowing that I made you an outlaw. Knowin’ that you couldn’t find honest work, or an honest husband because of me...”
“It ain’t your fault. You saved me.”
He pulled you to him. Unable to continue. He just wanted to forget everything.
The hug was fierce and you held on for dear life, and you heard him whisper, mostly to himself “and you saved me.” He was anchoring you at this very moment, without it you don’t think you would have been strong enough to stay upright.
“And I couldn’t help but think that I never would have gotten the chance.”
“What chance?”
He pulled back so he could look at you. “To tell ya how much you mean to me.”
You smiled. “I would have known.”
“I love you.”
You smiled wide. Your whole body felt warm and your heartbeat quickened. “I love you too Arthur. So very much.”
He kissed you. It wasn’t gentle but it also wasn’t rough. A perfect balance.
He kissed you until you felt his ridgid shoulders soften, and all the stress of yesterday disappear.
He looked in your eyes and spoke softly. “I’m so lucky.”
“Make me a promise then, please.”
“Anything.” He responded resolutely.
“If you ever have something like that going on in your mind you talk to me. Ok?”
His eyes hardened a little.
“I’ve spent the last twenty four hours worried about you. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn't eat. I even left the biscuits you gave me back at camp. And if you would have just told me how serious this was to you I would have been a better student.”
He smiled. “You were a fine student. I was just a little impatient is all.”
“No I most certainly wasn't. I was far too distracted by the teacher. Even if he was a little impatient.” You winked playfully.
He smirked.
You turned serious again. “Promise me. Please?”
“Alright I promise. But you have to know by now I ain’t an easy man to live with. Sometimes I bottle up and I’m not exactly sure why. And I'm definitely not used to being loved...It feels amazin’ don't get me wrong, I just ain’t used to.”
“Then I guess I got to work on you then.”
Grinning at your playful tone, he started kissing you again.
It was much, much later before you both returned to camp. The sky was purple and stars were becoming visible. The campfire was blazing, and, thankfully, the night air was much cooler.
You brought back two deer carcasses. Mr. Pearson was very happy and began prepping them right away.
After dropping off the deer, Arthur grabbed a beer, while you walked over to your bedroll. You packed all of your stuff and just as you stood, Karen walked up with a knowing look about her.
“And where do you think you're going?”
You stood proudly. “Arthur and I are sharing a cot.”
“About damn time.” She laughed while sashaying away, looking for trouble.
On your way to his wagon you passed by Charles, who was carrying a load of firewood.
“Oh Charles, thank you so much for the bow. It is the most beautiful one i've ever seen.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. Arthur made me build it so fast I was worried I wouldn’t have time to add the details.”
“It’s perfect, honest. Thank you.”
“You are very welcome. Anytime you need something like that let me know. All I ask is to give me some time in advance.”
You chuckled. “Ok no problem.”
You made your way over to his wagon and paused while looking at all of his stuff. It wasn’t the first time you studied his pictures, but it was the first time you noticed Mary's was missing.
At the start of a vulgar campfire song you looked over to your strange family. Arthur was probably on his second beer by now, and judging by the way he was enjoying himself it would be far from his last.
You sat a few of your beloved trinkets down on the table next to his flower in a jar. Set a picture of your parents next to the one of his mother, and placed your bow next to his in the corner. Then you shoved the rest of your things, and your clothes under his cot. You’d have to get some storage of your own soon.
You stood back admiring your work. Everything of yours looked somehow better mingled with his.
Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way over to the campfire. He saved you a seat, greeted you with a big slightly drunken smile, and offered you a fresh beer.
After a few bars and a few beers, you found yourself happily singing along.
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Christmassy idea idk if I’m too late with this but I just thought of it- Arthur dresses up like Santa to surprise Aspen and the new baby🥹🥹
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“Aspen? Honey, I think someone's at the door.” You nod towards the threshold, a smile tugging at your lips as she peeks up from her seat at the table, abandoning her gingerbread men to look towards the door.
“Who momma? Is daddy home?” She asks, a little spark in her eyes at the thought of her father. You pull the curtain back gently. Starlight trickles in as you fight a smile.
“I don't know, baby. Why don't you bundle up and we'll go see.”
She nods, and you help her zip up her coat, pull the boots over her feet. You add a scarf and gloves too, always erring on the side of caution. Aspen is so sweet and patient, waiting excitedly to check outside. She waits until you scoop Iris from her bassinet, and bundle the two of you up.
The baby yawns, big blue eyes peering around, looking for her daddy no doubt.You smirk, holding her swaddled form close to your chest, leading Aspen towards the door. Your dog Bear rushes out first, barking loud, playing in the snow.
“Go on.” You smile warmly when she looks up to you, and then she pulls the door handle, revealing her surprise.
Snow falls in beautiful intricate flakes, coating everything in white, falling upon fence rails and the big red wagon that is stopped in your front yard. Sugar and Jasper, yours and Arthur's steeds, stand proud at the front, decorated with red bridles and harnesses.
The two horses bump their noses together, whinnying and entertaining each other as your husband– no, as Santa Claus himself steps down from the red wagon.
Arthur had been gifted the outfit from an old friend, a designer from Saint Denis; his name was… Wasp, something or other. The rest had been Arthur's idea. The beard, the wagon, he'd planned it all. You had let him go along with it, seeing how much joy he gets out of spoiling them, making Christmas magical.
“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa calls– with a particularly southern drawl, you note– as Aspen runs across the yard, a fit of giggles erupting from her chest.
“MOMMA!” Aspen turns back to you, screaming. Her little cheeks are pink, a smile stretches ear to ear, “It's the real Santa Claus!”
You rock Iris in your arms, watching the scene play out. Wishing you could live in it forever.
Arthur helps Aspen climb into the wagon as she marvels at all the bells and whistles. She tells him how good she's been, how much she loves her family. She also tells Santa that her baby sister should be on the naughty list for crying too loud sometimes. Santa has no qualms with that one.
Iris is far too little to stay out in the cold for very long, so after her nose begins to turn pink, you nod to Arthur, signaling that you'll be stepping back in the house.
From your seat in the living room, rocking your daughter, you can see the pure joy in Aspen’s eyes. She sits on top of the wagon with Arthur, and he takes her for a ride around the property, talking to her all about Christmas.
Iris stirs when the door flies open, your little girl running through.
“Santa took me on a ride!” She hollers, pinks tinged pink from the cold. She pulls her scarf and boots off, dropping them by the front door, “He said ‘Goddamn!’”
Your eyes pop open wide, flickering up to your eldest, “He said what?”
“Yep! He tripped and he yelled Goddamn!”
“Baby–” You snort, covering your face with your hand, “Please don't say that word, okay?” You try not to laugh, knowing it will spur her to keep saying it. She nods, pure joy lingering in her eyes. Magic.
“Good, thank you.” You smile at her sweetness, “Go ahead and get in bed, honey. It's way past bedtime, and we have to get to sleep so Santa can sneak our presents under the tree before he leaves. I'll be in shortly to read you a story, alright?”
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Bear’s head raises from its comfortable position as Aspen slides out of her bed. She knows it's way past her bedtime, knows that she should have stayed put, waited for you, but she can't help it.
She has Arthur's curiosity. She has your knack for mischief. The door doesn't creak as she pushes it open, little feet padding across the chilly wooden floor, down the hallway.
Ponderous eyes peek around the corner into the living room, going wide as dinner plates. There is a small pile of foil-wrapped presents under the Christmas tree, but more of her attention is locked onto the scene in front of the Christmas tree.
She gasps, her little hand covering her mouth, suppressing giggles. She runs back to her room, and this time, her little padding feet reach your ears. She jumps back into bed, pulling the blankets up, giggling.
“Bear!” She whispers, gripping onto his big face, “Momma was just kissing Santa Claus!!”
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modern arthur morgans anaemic and always has to wear warm layers, bundled up in fleeces n scarfs n that big blue coat of his
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Morganatic Idol Characters (My opinion!)
XENO
The more I look at him, the more I think he's beautiful. I really love the colours on him. I don't know if I would like his personality though...he is said to be arrogant, so I hope he is arrogant in a funny way like Yoritomo and not an arrogant silent type which I don't really enjoy. I generally don't enjoy silent types you only gives answer through stares. But looks-wise he's at top 3.
IVY
He's the big brother character of this game. Nothing more to say.
JACE
I won't sugar coat it. I don't like this guy. He looks nice (design-wise), but his personality type is girls. Even his bio tells that he had hook-ups with girls before his debut. That's not a bad thing, I just hope he doesn't end up like a cringy flirt who stares at the MC from head to toe like....you know what I mean, right? He's the flirty male lead, but I hope they give him a personality outside that like they did for Arthur and Sueharu.
FINN
There always needs to be body builder in the cast, same as there needs to be a flirty male character. I don't really care about him that much....but I'll acknowledge his presence...I guess. I'm not that into large men with ripped body (except for Benkei and Morinaga...and Ibuki and Kurama, the 4 Heavenly Brawny Kings!)
HUGH
You my dear sir, you're an angel! Hugh has to be my fav character because I'm so attracted to his beauty. From his bio, he looks to be like Ieyasu, very silent and always to himself, but he is also expressionless like Yoshitsune. He doesn't sound like a tsundere, but....IDK, I really like him! I did say that I don't like characters who reply with only stares, but he does feel warm like Yoshitsune.
MIU
This guy looks to be one of those characters who looks very friendly from outside, but inside is full of shit! Full of madness! Crazy madness. That's all I can say about him. I'm kinda interested.
HITAKI
Looks like a prince but inside is full of shit. I can feel Alphonse when he talks (ofc they both have the same va). He is one of those prince characters who will smile like this (⌒‿⌒) infront of his fans but when he's with MC, he is gonna tie her up, gag her and spank her 50 times for speaking to other men. I like him and he is at top 4 for now just for his looks.
NAGI
He's the maknae of the 2nd group. He looks to be the purest and innocent soul out the this crazy pool of male leads. I think I'll enjoy his presence.
Sakura Eito (I still have doubts about his name)
This guy......Hohoho...if you know me, I like my blonde hair blue eyes male leads. So you know this guy is gonna be my fav (unless his personality is boring) but dude...who cares about the male leads, when their producer and President of their company looks like this...But Hugh is still my fav. You are my 2nd fav.
MC - Rina Kawanaga
I have nothing to say about her design. Looks like a generic MC design so I hope her personality is interesting. Cybird how about hiring me just to create interesting looking MC. I have so many ideas for MCs for each ikemen games! It's not that difficult to create MCs with different personalities! What do you say? How about I create some fun MCs for you!? You don't have to pay me!!
Now these are just my initial impressions and will likely change once I start playing the game! So there is no need to be offended!
Editing me: Rina's eyes are supposed to be pink. Can't they use a much brighter shade!? To make it visible? I had to zoom into her eyes to check if they were brown or pink.
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